Brave New Planes

[Paxus Asclepius]

Tundraleaf is scanning Brystasia's sketches with half an eye, but most of his attention appears to focus on the debate between her and Sandorel. He appears to be at once appalled by Sandorel's beliefs, and astonished that anyone would so plainly disagree with such a lovely and famous woman.

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian contemplates an expedition into the so-called Undermountain and considers the sort of mining gear he might need in the underworld. Lanterns and picks and ropes will be necessary, he thinks to himself.

There must be a shorter route to action. The Cimmerian heads off towards the local mercenary guilds, to see if anyone wants to engage in swordplay.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The Cimmerian contemplates an expedition into the so-called Undermountain and considers the sort of mining gear he might need in the underworld. Lanterns and picks and ropes will be necessary, he thinks to himself.

There must be a shorter route to action. The Cimmerian heads off towards the local mercenary guilds, to see if anyone wants to engage in swordplay.

He is able to find practice there, but not much; his skill is too great to be challenged by any there, and he senses nothing but boredom from Kepesk'Athear.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia catches Tundraleaf’s eyes as she looks away from Sandorel in disgust. She puts her hand up to Sandorel the meaning crystal clear, “Don’t speak.” With a sincere look of humiliation and apology she speaks, “Master Tundraleaf, I’m sorry you shouldn’t have to deal with this. I doubt my friend will apologize for his actions so please take my most humble of apologize to include him.”

She looks to the door obviously wanting to leave the embarrassment of the situation as quickly as possible before turning her sadden eyes back to the elf, “Is there anything you need from me before I leave Mater Tundraleaf?”

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Brystasia catches Tundraleaf’s eyes as she looks away from Sandorel in disgust. She puts her hand up to Sandorel the meaning crystal clear, “Don’t speak.” With a sincere look of humiliation and apology she speaks, “Master Tundraleaf, I’m sorry you shouldn’t have to deal with this. I doubt my friend will apologize for his actions so please take my most humble of apologize to include him.”

She looks to the door obviously wanting to leave the embarrassment of the situation as quickly as possible before turning her sadden eyes back to the elf, “Is there anything you need from me before I leave Mater Tundraleaf?”

"When do you need it by? It will take at least a week to get the ore, but if the money is right, I can have it for you in eight days.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia voice carries a shock tenor to it as she response, “8 days?” She stairs off into space with a dazed look on her elegant face, “I must admit that is very impressive but I cannot in good conscious spend Sune’s and her church’s money like that. Please do everything you can to make it quicker than normal but there is little, I imagine, that I can offer you besides my gratitude."

 

[Serpenteye]

Sandorel's eyes narrow in poorly disguised anger when Brystasia interrupts his reply, then he simply shrugs and looks at the shopkeeper indifferently, waiting for Brystasia to cool off and conclude her business. His inner turmoil is completely hidden under an air of calm, both because of him respecting her wishes and because he is uncertain of how to show his feelings.

ooc: I'm writing Brystasia's actions by Brother Shatterstone's request, to speed up the story a bit.

Brystasia thanks Tundraleaf, bids him farewell with her accustomed grace and walks out of the shop in a hurry, her movements clearly showing her agitation. Sandorel gazes at her in admiration as she passes him on the way out and, after sharing a look with Tundraleaf, walks out after her. When they are out on the street again he speeds up his steps and catches up to her.
"Brystasia..." ,he says in a voice that might be apologetic, or simply intended to be calming. She turns around to face him, beautiful in her fury, and slaps his face hard.
Sandorel, warrior of faith in a hundred battles on a dozen worlds, who has killed more foes than he would care to count and has been mortally wounded more times than any man should have been able to survive, is taken aback. For the briefest moment he looks at her in astonishment, quickly followed by a (civilized) look of murderous rage, which in turn fades into cold anger and disappointment. While the red imprint of her hand begins to appear on his cheek he turns his back on her and walks away.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia her eyes teared from the frustration and rage screams at Sandorel. Her voice cracks from the unfamiliar harshness, “How dare you embarrass me like that! Master Tundraleaf is highly known and respected fellow Sunite! Sandorel, I’ve never been so humiliated and mortified…” Her words fade as Sandorel turns his back to her, “Don’t you walk away from me!” She fallows on his heels her wraith giving no reprieve. “Sandorel! I mean it!?

She stops not wanting to be drawn into some childish game and decides to try a different approach. Her normal voice choked by the anger finally returns as she speaks, “Do you now how bad you made me look today? I could have had Hestia help me today but I wanted to learn more about you and you repay me like this, why?”

 

[Serpenteye]

He turns around to face her once again, trying but failing to keep his temper under control. His voice is low, compared to hers, but the emotion in it is unmistakable.
"Do you have any idea of what you have done to me? Do you think I wanted to fall in love with you? I have fought it from the moment we met, but it has grown too powerful for me. I have no Higher Being to fall back on, I have no holy vows and no superiors to keep me disciplined. I have none of the crutches of organised religion. All I have to sustain myself is my own will, and I am no longer its one master. I... I can not."
His voice softens as he speaks, and sadness replaces anger. Then he tares his eyes away from her face, incants a magical phrase, and is gone.

ooc: Teleport

He reappears outside the magic academy, walks into the building as outwardly composed as ever and requests directions from the clerk to the local magical research library, if the city has such an institution and it is open to paying members of the public.

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ooc: Don't worry, I'm not running away with your loot.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia looks on stunned having expected another lecture and not a confessional. As she listens to his words a bombardment of imagines of flailed relationships cascades through her mind. As Sandorel’s words end the imagines continue nearly cause Brystasia to miss Sandorel’s teleportation as weakly and soft spoken, “No…” escapes her lips but part of her mind realizes a break from each other is probably best, No Sandorel, I know exactly what I’ve done to you and you’re the one that doesn’t realize what I’ve done to you.

Upset beyond belief at what she considers to be thoughtless actions on her part Brystasia slowly makes it through the streets of Waterdeep. She contemplates going to her chamber to burry her face in her pillow but something in Sandorel’s words make her reconsider this idea, Their will be no crutch for me either.

She turns up one of the side streets wanting be alone with her thoughts hardly realizing that evening had arrived. She continues to her last place of business realizing that it must have closed some time ago but hoping to find someone to take her plans or to leave a message with.

The destination is a few blocks but is still in the artist section of Waterdeep and is very close in appearance to Master Tundraleaf shop do to this. Brystasia knocks on the door but decides to try the handle anyways.

Finding it open Brystasia walks in offering a soft greeting, “Hello, is anyone still here?”

Someone is indeed there but the young boy is obviously not the master craftsman that Brystasia is looking for, “Young man, Is your master here?”

The young man, to young to be experienced but to old to resist the allures of woman, simply shakes his head back and forth his tongue obviously tied in the presences of Brystasia’s beauty.

Brystasia gives a friendly smile as she ignores the fact that the kid hadn’t looked at anything above her cleavage. She pulls out another tightly rolled scroll as she answers back, “This is most important can you please give this to your master?”

Brystasia visible sighs as she realizes that the kid didn’t hear her. She taps his hand with the scroll finally making him snap out of his daze with a slight blush on his cheeks. She gives an forgiving smile as she tries again, “This is most important my young suitor. Would you please make sure your master gets this? He can contact me through the Church of Sune if there is any issues with it.”

He nods his head enthusiastically and he stammers, “Yes ma’am.”

With a wink she leans down kissing him on the forehead, “Thank you my noble suitor. He can ask for Hestia or of course he can ask for me.”

She turns and leaves feeling slightly better she decides to head for home, and the Church of Sune.

OOC: Why would we be worried it’s not like you don’t have the habit for grand thefts with your characters. Nice post by the way I never saw that response coming.