Brave New Planes

[Wrahn]

A gnome walks into the room. His appearance is average, but not the normal sort of average where there are slight features that tend to stand out and merge together, but an extraordinary average that makes the him appear as the prototypical every-gnome. When you picture an average gnome in your mind, you picture the gnome that has just stepped into the room. His thinning brown hair is somewhat unkempt, his spindly body covered in a slightly rumpled gray robe.

As he steps in, he has a rag in his hands and is cleaning a pair of spectacles. He pauses holding them up to the light for inspection as he say in a slightly nasal voice, “I understand there are some items that you need to identify, of the magical persuasion.”

“You show great wisdom coming to me. You will find none better here or anywhere else for the delvings into the deeper mysteries than me, Meekel Brokenwheel.” Seemingly satisfied with the cleanliness of he glasses, he puts them in and looks at his clients for the first time. “I…” he gapes at Brystania.

He shakes his head once, as if to clear it, “I believe I know you, or know of you.” He ponders a moment holding up his hand before anyone can interject with introductions, “No, no I will get it, it may take a few moment for the old head engine to kick in.”

“Any way you were here about objects arcane. I am willing to tell you what I know of said objects but there will be a price of two parts. First part of the price is that would will allow me to add the items and a rough sketch to my books, for publication at a later date when I finally decide to settle down. The second part is… Brystania Purelove! of the temple of Sune.” He interrupts himself, “Yes, of course, I should have had it immediately, you had an auction recently, something about gallivanting around the planes with…with a new paramour, some gigantic barbarian, with a large purse.”

He seems pleased with himself for finally coming up with his answer.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia smiles at the wondering spoken thoughts of the gnome having long ago came to the conclusion that the smarter a person is the more they tend to organize their thoughts by speaking them. His thoughts also reassured her that he indeed was the right person to seek out.

Brystasia smiles nodding her head respectfully when he places her but doesn’t interrupt his train of thought in till he is finished speaking. Grinning with t he mention of the auction she finally speaks, “Actually the auction was today and indeed it’s been a glories day in Sune’s name but we didn’t auction of everything.” She lowers her eyes to the objects on the desk, “These belong to an evil man that called himself the “Seer” but he has no more need of them.” Her face clouds for a second in reflect but she shakes it of with a charming smile, “You spoke of cost. How much will it cost to have them identified?”

 

[Wrahn]

“Hmm? Oh yes of course, the second part. I would like you and your friends to relay the story of how you came upon these items of power. You see I am cataloger of stories, both great and small. You would be surprised how much information comes through the hands of adventurers… Or perhaps you wouldn’t be.” He smiles, “I try and record and save what information I can, some of it is completely irreplaceable as adventuring tends to leave destruction in its wake.”

“It is unfortunate that many adventurers don’t full appreciate the history and knowledge they are trudging through to get to the monsters they are typically coming to gut. Why just the other day, I was talking to a pleasant elf girl who told me of a cave she and her companions had come across while fleeing from something or another. The cave had to have dated back before human occupation of those lands. Unfortunately she did not have time to study the drawing on the walls as they seemed to be fighting for their lives against the former inhabitants, undead now of course. The cave collapsed after they left, it seems one can not have a decent adventure without the destruction of some piece of vital history.” He stops suddenly, realizing that he is rambling.

“But I suppose that is my burden to bear, you have arcana that needs to be identified. Since I was not expecting to identify much in the way of magic, I will look them over and tell you what I can figure out from a cursory inspection. If you wish a deeper inspection into creators and history, well I will be happy to accommodate you, but I am unprepared for such a thing today. If you find my terms acceptable, you can relate the story and I will be better prepared to tell you the history of your items on the morrow.”

(OOC: Meekel will examine the items, using the loremaster ability to identify them, assuming that doesn’t get all of the abilities he will use the Analyze Dweomer ability to figure out the rest. Has he heard of anyone named ‘The Seer’? KSlanes +28 and the Lore ability of +25)

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia enjoys listening the ramblings of the older gnome, “No it’s not your burden to bare alone as I too seek to protect objects of beauty, I know that probably sounds quite different than protecting history but if you at it from a strangers perspective I imagine they would think we have a lot in common.” She pauses to let him reflect upon her words and smile, “Are you sure their isn’t more we could do for you as a simple story hardly sounds like equal trade. Anyhow, any knowledge you can share to us about these objects would be wonderful.”

She goes on to tell the story, hopefully after she is offered a chair, trying not to forget anything or to leave out any of the details hoping that the wise gnome can help answer some of the unknowns. She pauses often enough to answer questions to the best of her ability.

OOC: I’m not going to recap what has already happen.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

(OOC: Meekel will examine the items, using the loremaster ability to identify them, assuming that doesn’t get all of the abilities he will use the Analyze Dweomer ability to figure out the rest. Has he heard of anyone named ‘The Seer’? KSlanes +28 and the Lore ability of +25)

The manacles and key do not respond to Identify, and thus will not to Analyze Dweomer; Legend Lore will allow one to be identified. The other items are as follows:

Bracers of Armor +8
Headband of Intellect +6
Staff of Frost, 50 charges
Pink Ioun Stone
Ring of Wizardry I
Ring of Protection +3
Gloves of Dexterity +4
Rod of Absorption (contains 5 9th level spells)
Wand of fireball, 10th level, 50 charges
Scrolls of: Fireball (10th level), Greater Teleport, Acid Fog, Incendiary Cloud, Shapechange, Wail of the Banshee, Bigby's Clenched Fist, Horrid Wilting, Maze, Summon IX

The Seer Garbed in Heaven's Tears is apparently a potent wizard once hailing from a little-known prime; however, he offended the wrong demon lord (you don't recall which), and thus retreated to Sigil, a bastion against divine wrath.

EDIT: added in charge numbers, wand

 

[Wrahn]

Meekel asks for Brystania to follow him into the back where there is a cramped work space, he clears a table and asks for the items to be placed upon it. He picks up and looks over each of the pieces, carefully considering each of them. He pulls a book from a bag and begins to sketch each item.

"The bracers hold protection of the highest order from physical blows, sturdy and functional, but nothing more. The headband also possesses magic of the highest degree, but not for protection, but for the enhancement of the wearer mental facilities."

"The staff is what is commonly called a staff of frost, it possesses the ability to channel various ice magics, it has X charges left."

He picks up the ring, "This is a ring of wizardry, a wondrous device, even if this one is the least of it's kind. The other ring is a ring of protection of middling power."

"The gloves enhance their wearers agility again of about middling power. This little bauble is an ioun stone which enhances it's users durability."

"The scroll contains the following spells: Greater Teleport, Acid Fog, Incendiary Cloud, Shapechange, Wail of the Banshee, Bigby's Clenched Fist, Horrid Wilting, Maze, and Summon IX."

"The rod is a rod of absorbtion, it contains 5 9th level spells."

"The manacles and the keys are the most interesting, their magics are not immediately clear to me. I will need to look at them again tomorrow, when I am better prepared."

"I should also warn you that you may have incurred the wrath of a demon lord, the man commonly called "The Seer Garbed in Heaven's Tears" was hiding in Sigil from a lord of the Abyss, he may or may not be inclined to punish those who denied him his vengence, their lot is hard to predict."

"Finally how much of his sanctum did you search? Did you happen to come across his spell book. It would be very valuable to the right mage. I myself may be interested in it."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia fallows without question giving a wink to Sandorel as she leaves with the little gnome. When they get to the small cramped room she places a hand on Meekel shoulder as she leans over his him to see what he’s pointing at. Her voice is inquisitive and carries her usually delight as she ask questions and answers questions.

She frowns at the question of the spell book, “I’m really unsure my sire if there was a spell book was found but I know we went through the chamber very slowly and brought most of it back for the auction. I know Sandorel was looking through some paperwork maybe he can answer your questions better.”

She turns to leave the small place but turns back, “I promise to bring the key and manacles back tomorrow. I unfortunately have a few commissions to take care of and I’m expected so I really shouldn’t keep them waiting.”

She gives a grateful smile as she leans down to kiss Meekel’s forehead, “Just incase the story wasn’t enough of a payment. We can talk about the monetary costs of this tomorrow, okay?

 

[Serpenteye]

“Yes, of course, I should have had it immediately, you had an auction recently, something about gallivanting around the planes with…with a new paramour, some gigantic barbarian, with a large purse.”

He seems pleased with himself for finally coming up with his answer.

Sandorel smiles briefly at the suggestion that he was Brytasia's paramour. The thought was appealing, off course, but wildly exagerated. The speed of the rumours about a person, and the distortion of those rumours were a good measure of the person's importance in the community. The lady Brystasia apparently had considerable power in this city, wether or not she chose to wield it.

A hint of a smile still on his face he greets the Wizard, "I am Sandorel Ilazar, wielder of the powers of faith in opposition to the gods. I am pleased to meet you."

She frowns at the question of the spell book, “I’m really unsure my sire if there was a spell book was found but I know we went through the chamber very slowly and brought most of it back for the auction. I know Sandorel was looking through some paperwork maybe he can answer your questions better.”

He nods, "Yes. I found a spell book. It contained mostly common, though powerful, spells, and there were a handful that I did not recognize that he probably researched for himself. Perhaps we can make the trade tomorrow, when we have more time to study it thoroughly. There are two more items that we will need you to identify, a sword an an armour of apparently significant power and value."

He gathers the identified items and packs them into his haversack then he nods again to the gnome. "We shall see you again tomorrow."

She speaks quickly to Sandorel about Meekel’s question about the chamber and asks him to take the magical items back and or to look upon selling them, “Please Sandorel it means a lot to me and I’m late for those other engagements.”

"Certainly, I will accompany you to your engagements. I'm sure they will provide some interesting insights into this city, and yourself." He offers his arm to her once again as they turn to walk out of the academy.

"We shouldn't sell our newly identified items before giving the others in our party a chance to claim their share, and we cannot make a fair division of our aquisitions before we know the properties and value of it all. I have plently of free time until tmorrow."

 

[Wrahn]

She gives a grateful smile as she leans down to kiss Meekel’s forehead, “Just incase the story wasn’t enough of a payment. We can talk about the monetary costs of this tomorrow, okay?

“Ah…hmph, well yes, thank you” Meekel looks embarrassed.


“If you are interested in selling your objects, I can make inquiries to those who typically purchase such things. You will, of course, have to negotiate price on your own, but I may be able to point you in the right direction for a profitable deal.” Meekel offers before his clients leave.

After they leave Meekel sits at his desk, contemplating the tale told by Brystania, “A rogue angel, interesting.” He says to himself, “I wonder if Horus is going to take exception to their interfering with his justice.”

He pulls another book out of his bag and begins to scribe the story he was told. He adds illustrations of Brystania and a smaller one of Sandorel, thinking out loud as he writes, “The Seer more than likely had a clone ready somewhere, with luck though, he will not know what happened. Of course one does not do something this dangerous without back up, I imagine that he had prepared a fail safe and made a clone just before he summoned them.”

His clever hands quickly finish scribing the their story, returning the book to the bag, he reaches in and pulls out a sack of coins, spilling them out onto the table. A quick counting informs him of what he already knew, though his four hundred some odd gold coins may be a considerable fortune on his father’s farm, it was insufficient funds for his needs.

Sighing, Meekel realized it was time for him to hang up the soft shoes of the scholar and once again put on the hard boots of adventuring. “Perhaps this latest crew is looking for additional assistance, seeing as they need assistance identifying their acquisitions and if the spellbook truly has perhaps they will allow me to copy them in return for a future share of any bounty.”

(ooc: Does Meekel know anything about Abd-Ratep (KSlanes +28, Lore +25)? Assuming they take him up on his offer of looking for buyers he will attempt to locate some (Gather Information+27 to try and locate anyone looking to buy))

 

[Endur]

ooc: Did Brystasia and Sandorel also bring the gothic armor to the gnome, or was the armor handled differently by the Temple of Sune?