Brave New Planes

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia looks at him with a natural expression, “I’m not sure how to take that Sandorel, from anyone else I would simply assume that it was a well meaning, but well uniformed, compliment. You on the other hand, though still uninformed, are always looking at a way to smear a deity so I’ll take it as a compliment but also with a grain of salt. As for my beauty, yes my heritage makes me stand out among mortals in general and in the Sunite Church but Sune is not mortal nor am I as beautiful as her. I’m just a simple servant and really no different than any of Sune’s other servants. You seem to think my goddess is vain so do you really think she would allow me to exist if the mortals worshiped me over her?”

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian grumbles good naturedly about the fee.

"Mouldered? And yet it is still potent?

"This Peacock must be an capable smith.

"What can you tell me of this Amerrockh?"

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The Cimmerian grumbles good naturedly about the fee.

"Mouldered? And yet it is still potent?

"This Peacock must be an capable smith.

"What can you tell me of this Amerrockh?"

"We know nothing but the name. We can divine more, but the priests of Oghma are better suited for such a task."

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian thanks the Master Smith and pays him the agreed amount and a 10% bonus.

 

[Serpenteye]

Brystasia looks at him with a natural expression, “I’m not sure how to take that Sandorel, from anyone else I would simply assume that it was a well meaning, but well uniformed, compliment. You on the other hand, though still uninformed, are always looking at a way to smear a deity so I’ll take it as a compliment but also with a grain of salt. As for my beauty, yes my heritage makes me stand out among mortals in general and in the Sunite Church but Sune is not mortal nor am I as beautiful as her. I’m just a simple servant and really no different than any of Sune’s other servants. You seem to think my goddess is vain so do you really think she would allow me to exist if the mortals worshiped me over her?”

Sandorel looks back at her and shakes his head slightly.
"But how many of these people have seen the true face of Sune? How many of them would survive the experience with their life and their sanity intact? Beauty can kill, as you are certainly aware of.
Since they have never seen Sune they have never seen anything nearly as beautiful as you, and when they pray to her it is your face they are envisioning. Their lips speak her name, but it is you their souls reach out to. Not in every case but, I imagine, in many.
Perhaps it is only your own dedication to the godess that allows her to gather the power of their faith trough your vessel. Or perhaps it is the overgod AO's portfolio system that gives her the benefit of all the worship of beauty in this sphere.
Faith is exploited differently in every world. I have not been here long, nor have I studied this world extensively. I am speculating, true. And I may be uninformed. But your oppinion is just as biased as mine, if not more so."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia eyes narrow in frustration and anger as her mind produces many thoughts and feeling but one stands out the most, So much for Sandorel the gentlemen.

Brystasia sighs audibly as she contains the many words of anger that seek to escape her full lips, “Sandorel it has nothing to do with what people have seen it’s about belief and faith. The gods and goddess do exist as there is too much besides are eyes that show us signs. Even you, my dear, have faith. You have faith that mortal being need nothing from deities and that the deities need everything from them. What brings you to this conclusion? Theories, lectures, and your own higher than though attitude but I honestly doubt you’ve seen it so how can you accuse people of faerun and me to be fools?”

She pauses as a sad look forms on her face, “Sandorel, I do not want to fight with you… As you said you might be uninformed and I cannot claim to be above biased either so can we just put a stop to the hostilities?”

Showing obvious signs for anger and frustration Brystasia looks deep into his eyes, “Sandorel, in all honesty, what do you see when you look upon me?”

 

[Serpenteye]

She pauses as a sad look forms on her face, “Sandorel, I do not want to fight with you… As you said you might be uninformed and I cannot claim to be above biased either so can we just put a stop to the hostilities?”

He looks back at her, a small smile forming on his lips.
"Hostilities, my dear? Is that really how you perceive this? I actually enjoy our little arguments, but if you have tired of it I'll gladly bury the hatchet for the time being."

Showing obvious signs for anger and frustration Brystasia looks deep into his eyes, “Sandorel, in all honesty, what do you see when you look upon me?”

He stands silent for a short time, simply gazing into her eyes. His voice is sincere and serious. "I see beauty, in the shadow of self-denial and shame. Pride, in the leash of humility. I see infinite potential, bowing down to a being that will forever remain limited. I see an enigma that I have a lot more to learn about, but who will never be fully revealed.
You fascinate me, Brystasia, and I enjoy your company."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia frowns as she replies, “Yes Sandorel I find these talks hostile, I’m not one to go around frowning but that’s all I seem to do now, and at feel like your being hostile though never directly at me but you are opening hostile towards my faith but I’ve never attacked yours. I will admit that your lack of worship isn’t for me but I can understand why you feel the way you do. I’ve never attacked your beliefs because of this and maybe that’s why you find enjoyment in these debates and I don’t.”

She listens quietly to Sandorel’s words but finally speaks with a small grin showing no anger at his words, “I never realized I was so complex… I’m not sure how you came to some of those conclusions and maybe you can enlighten me later but I feel no shame nor self-denial in who I am or what I have done.” She stops speaking truly unsure how to respond, “I’m really no more of an enigma than any other women but the answers you seek maybe with your grasp if you can remember one thing, our faiths can define ourselves but simply cannot define us.”

 

[Endur]

After giving the gryphon chick to Brystasia and armed with the knowledge regarding the history of his new sword, the Cimmerian decides to test the claims made by the priest of the god of smiths. After all, its not every day you find a sword made of the stuff of the heavens.

The Cimmerian goes looking for adventure in Waterdeep.

He walks boldly down dark alleyways.

He walks into taverns a plenty, looking for action.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

After giving the gryphon chick to Brystasia and armed with the knowledge regarding the history of his new sword, the Cimmerian decides to test the claims made by the priest of the god of smiths. After all, its not every day you find a sword made of the stuff of the heavens.

The Cimmerian goes looking for adventure in Waterdeep.

He walks boldly down dark alleyways.

He walks into taverns a plenty, looking for action.

The Cimmerian is disappointed. He sees that, while the citizens of Waterdeep have seen many adventurers come and go, they can tell he is a cut above most, and not to be trifled with. He does, however, learn that, should he truly wish to test his new weapon, the maze of Undermountain offers threats aplenty which will not be so respectful of his capabilities.