Brave New Planes

[Serpenteye]

Sandorel greets the others at breakfast. He doesn't touch the food or drink and when he notices Brystasia's reaction he smiles and shrugs slightly, explaining that those needs are met trough magical means. He still appears every bit as alert as he was in the Seer's dungeon and he soon turns to walk back to the treasure.

Before the auction when she tries to calm him once again he simply nods at her words and keeps watching the crowd, a killing spell never far from his lips. He still takes the time to watch Brystasia discreetly, approving of her cunning salesmanship. When the auction is finished and his share of the money is securely stored in his Haversack, he smiles in relief. He had been pleasantly surprised by the kind of money they had earned in this town.

When everyone has decided how they want their coins Brystasia wrappers her arms around one of Sandorel’s and starts to escort him off to a more private spot. With a smile on her face she turns to him, “Sandorel, I need you. I’m planning on identify the magical items that the Seer had but I’ll be honest I could honestly use your assistance in helping me.” She smiles charmingly hoping that it will turn the tide yet one more time.

He barely stops himself from starting when she touches him. Instead he smiles like the gentleman he had tought himself to be and holds his arm out for her to grasp. As they walk off he turns his head down towards her in an intimate gesture and speaks softly to her. "I feel I owe you an apology, my lady. I may have been excessive in my suspiciousness and reflected badly upon yourself among your peers. Perhaps my vigilance was unnecessary, or perhaps it proved a sufficient deterrant to mischief. Regardless, it could have been done more politely. You, at least, deserve the benefit of a doubt."

I will gladly offer whatever assistance I can with identifying the items, but I'm afraid that such magics are outside my ability to cast. I can easily prepare a spell to expose a liar, though. That could be useful if we are forced to hire outside assistance."


ooc: are there any clerical spells that can identify mgical items?

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The Cimmerian continues to wander the streets in the Trade Quarter, looking for a gift for Brystasia.

Nearly everything imaginable and some things he never imagined were for sale here.

And, yet, although there were many things of beauty to compare with the fantastic artworks they had found in the Seer's quarters, there was nothing that "fit."

Then, looking up, Conan saw the Griffon riders gliding across the sky of waterdeep. He realizes immediately what to buy Brystasia.

The Cimmerian resolves to buy Brystasia a Griffon or whatever other fantastical mount is available.

ooc: In the MM, Griffon young are 7k, Giant Owl young are 4k, Pegasi young are 3k. The Cimmerian will buy whatever he can find. He's willing to pay a reasonable markup over the MM prices. He is too practical to buy an unhatched egg.

The Cimmerian is able to locate a gryphon chick; not knowing its customary sale value, the price he is quoted is a hefty 15,000.

 

[Velenne]

During the events, Antillis watches ever-patiently from an elevated position in the Ethereal. The safekeeping of the items is paramount to the Hunter who would be compensated for its efforts. (Contractual Hunting is almost a religion to the Xill and breaking contract a serious offense. But it had made an exception for the Seer as no true contract had ever been made.)

Sure enough the Filchers come, but at seeing him, the wretched little creatures scamper away back to whatever other riches call to them. When one gets too close, Antillis closes the distance with frightening speed and crushes the creature. Ethereal Filchers are too insignificant to warrant a trophy to the Hunter so he leaves the corpse floating there as a warning. This treasure is protected.

Later, the Ethereal Xill scours the city once more for Prey and then returns to Brystasia's quarters to await his share of the auction's proceeds.

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian begins the negotiations by asking a series of practical questions.
1) Is training included in the price?
2) If training is included, do you have local references from other gryphon owners?
3)Does this chick have any siblings or parents, if so where? Domestic or Wild?
4) How old is the chick?
5) Is it old enough to fly? If not, how until it is able to fly?
6) How long before its old enough to bear a rider?
7) How long do Gryphons live?

If the Cimmerian is satisfied with the answers, he'll negotiate to pay almost the full price (14k). If training is not included, he'll try to negotiate the price down to 13k. He is basing his negotiations strategy on the theory that merchants always expect to haggle.

He'll try and apply his knowledge of horseflesh to the negotiations process, but he fully realizes that gryhpons are completely different from horses in strange and fantastical ways.

The Cimmerian is able to locate a gryphon chick; not knowing its customary sale value, the price he is quoted is a hefty 15,000.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Brystasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Avenger/Favored Soul/Heartwarder)

Brystasia her head lifted upwards to Sandorel as she smiles in awe at him her big turquoise blue eyes meet his, So you can be reasonable. I don’t know what brought this change in you but I must admit to myself that I do like it.

She speaks not at all only smiling encouragingly as he continues with his thoughts and once he is done she replies, “Sandorel, their is no need to apologize to me. We are both people of high morale standards and you only did what you thought was best. I wouldn’t ask for anything more from you and I imagine the same can be said for you. I do appreciate your concern on the subject though. I know that you will never trust Sune or her church but I honestly hope that you can, and will, continue to give me the benefit of the doubt.”

She slows her pace and finally stops to any who had witnessed it they would have no idea it was anything but his idea. Now facing Sandorel her delicate hands leave his arm and rest upon his sides. She smiles fondly as she looks upwards into his eyes, “Sandorel, you’re actually to be commended, you did a wonderful job watching over the treasures. I even heard you never slept while they where in are possession and for that Sune and I thank you.” She closes her eyes reaching upwards to kiss him tenderly on the check..

She grins at him trying to judge his reaction, “I’ll admit it’s not much of a reward and you deserve more but we should head over to one of the schools of magic as I was simply going to be their for morale support. I’m not much help with identify the exact nature of their magic either.”

OOC: I’m sure that Waterdeep has a school of magic based upon its size and magical nature of the realms but I don’t know for sure so it’s a DM’s call. If not I can edit my post but sure theirs an arcane spell caster that would like to help Brystasia.

 

[Serpenteye]

He almost blushes when her lips touches his cheek, his heart races and pumps his blood trough his body with great heat and eagerness. His mind remains strangely detached from his physical reaction, but he does not attempt to stop his hand from rising to caress her face softly. Expressions of amusement, reluctance and desire play in his eyes as he looks deep into hers. Then he winks, and answers her grin with one of his own. "It was a reward far more precious than you'd admit, in your graceful humility." He looks into the dispersing crowd for a moment, "Most of those men would pay dearly for such a boon."

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The Cimmerian begins the negotiations by asking a series of practical questions.
1) Is training included in the price?
2) If training is included, do you have local references from other gryphon owners?
3)Does this chick have any siblings or parents, if so where? Domestic or Wild?
4) How old is the chick?
5) Is it old enough to fly? If not, how until it is able to fly?
6) How long before its old enough to bear a rider?
7) How long do Gryphons live?

If the Cimmerian is satisfied with the answers, he'll negotiate to pay almost the full price (14k). If training is not included, he'll try to negotiate the price down to 13k. He is basing his negotiations strategy on the theory that merchants always expect to haggle.

He'll try and apply his knowledge of horseflesh to the negotiations process, but he fully realizes that gryhpons are completely different from horses in strange and fantastical ways.

The merchant is taken aback; he had evidently taken the Cimmerian to be an uncultured foreigner. The Cimmerian learns that: training is not included, the chick is old enough to fly, but will not be able to bear a rider for at least a year. It should live at least thirty years. The final sum is haggled down to 11,000.

 

[Endur]

The pleased Cimmerian thanks the Merchant and takes the gryphon chick (and cage? and food supply? and care instructions?) and heads back to the temple of Sune.

Arriving back at the Temple of Sune, Conan finds Brystasia,

"Brystasia, I searched the city for an appropriate gift to celebrate our good fortune and future. I brought you a fantastic creature. Half-Lion, Half-Eagle, and a creature of beauty."

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The pleased Cimmerian thanks the Merchant and takes the gryphon chick (and cage? and food supply? and care instructions?) and heads back to the temple of Sune.

The gryphon is hooded and leashed; a cage would drive it to self-injury. It can eat any meat or fish; other care instructions (provided verbally) include a suggestion that it be given a wide indoor space, such as a covered garden or arboretum, in which to exercise, and that it be provided with a scratching post of some kind, ideally hardwood, to avoid destruction of furniture and legs.

 

[Dalamar]

Vilya doesn't really know what to do after she finished breakfast. She spends some time wondering at the works of beauty at the Temple. But eventually she grows bored of that and decides that she needs some peace of mind away from everything else.
She finds her way out of the city and to some quiet place and sits down to just be and listen to the sounds of nature.