Brave New Planes

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

The trip though Waterdeep had, if anything, given Brystasia time to think but it had done little to restore her happiness nor had it giving her a solution to Sandorel. She stopped and stares at the Temple of Sune it’s light shinning bright letting all that seeks Sune’s embrace will find it tonight. The lights reminded her that as she found solace in her faith that Sandorel had nothing but himself, I guess I have a crutch no matter how I try to avoid it. The thought did not bring comfort to Brystasia as she realize some of her attraction to him was based upon his confidence, As irritating as it could be at times.

She pushed thoughts of Sandorel aside as she gives a small prayer to Sune, removing the dirt from her clothes and any evidence of her tears in the process. Climbing the marble stairs after her the spell had run its course she realize that only Sandorel could address the issues that he suffering from. As she reached the top of the stairs she shocking finds Hestia, wearing a shawl but still feeling the effect of the light cold breeze that was blowing in from the waterfront, waiting for her.

Brystasia looking concerned address her chambermaid before the young lady notices her, “Hestia, what’s wrong why are you standing out here?”

Hestia looks up with a wider than usual smile, “Lady Brystasia I take it your day was productive?” As her usual custom she doesn’t wait for a real reply as she spoke excitedly, “I’m here to tell milady that you received many gifts today!”

Though Brystasia had long grown accustomed to such games from the rich she sighs impatiently but at the same time she finds herself relived nothing more was going on, “Hestia, well that is all well and good but I don’t feel like opening gifts tonight. As usual if you would send my gratitude you may keep whatever it is.”

Hestia nods her head but a slight frown forms, “Milady thank you as always but your clothes challenge friend,” she passes as she tries to remember the name, “oh yeah! Conan brought you a gift today and I must admit you should probably see it. The high priest made bring it into the courtyard.” She pauses letting Brystasia think upon her words before she changes subjects a look of concern paramount on her face, “Milady are you okay?”

Brystasia looks slightly distracted obviously curious at what could be in the courtyard but at the same time wondering if word of her fight with Sandorel had reached her yet. She decides to play it safe kissing her lightly on the forehead with a small grin, “Hestia you worry to much about me. Shall we go to the courtyard?”

Hestia smiles and with a small curtsy turns to guide Brystasia to the courtyard, “Yes, milady, lets go.” As an after thought she continues, “You’ll simply never guess what it is!”

Brystasia raises an elegant eyebrow as she fallows but says nothing. As they reach the courtyard Hestia slowly fade into the background disappearing like only a servant can do leaving Brystasia and Conan alone in the courtyard or so Brystasia thinks not realizing in till she is much closer that Conan has a young creature of some sort.

Smiling at his unique gift she steps close warping her delicate arms around his massive frame in an embrace. Realizing that she the closeness she silently hopes to feel his massive arms around her lithe body as she looks into his eyes with her big turquoises blue eyes, “You didn’t need to get me anything Conan but thank you.” She places her customary hand on his shoulder as she gracefully stands upon her toes kissing him tenderly on the lips.

Still in his arms with a smile of pure gratitude Brystasia looks down at the chick trying to place it, “So what do my noble warrior find for me today?”

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian hands the leash to a winged lion to Brystasia.

"Its a hybrid of lion and eagle. The merchant called it a Griffon. Its not quite old enough to carry a rider, but it can fly. It will be strong enough to carry a rider in a year."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia smiles in delight at Conan’s comments, “Me? I’m not very good at riding a horse but at least it stays on the ground.” She winks and laughs lightly, “Honestly think you very much this must be one of the must unique gifts I’ve ever gotten and it doesn’t surprise me in the least that it came from you.” Smiling fondly she leans down wondering if her gift is safe to pet, “Does the griffon have a name? Oh! Is it a he or a she?”

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian answers Brystasia's questions about the griffon.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia thanks Conan one more time for the gift and kisses him on the check truly confused by his mixed signals and his actions, or lack of them, Maybe he’s not interested. She frowns uncertain she believes this as the gift would imply other wise. She walks through the temple looking for someone who can help her with the griffin as she sighs and loses herself in thought again, Then again with my past, and now Sandorel, it might be wisest thing he could ever do.

She hides the uncertainty and sadness from her face as she approaches a new member of the temple. In fact that she’s so new that Brystasia doesn’t recall brunette’s name, “There is a griffin chick in the courtyard, would you see that it gets the proper care, have Hestia help you, and have her inform me when that happens. My Sune bless your way.”

The Brunette’s brown eyes go wide as she was unsuspecting the responsibility of the task but she nods her head quickly excepting it, “Yes, Lady Brystasia and may Sune guide your way.”

Brystasia walks to her chamber happy to be there after the busy and emotionally exhausting day. She wonders again where Sandorel is and how he is doing. A frown crosses her face as she realizes there is nothing she can do, To seek him out could be just as damaging as avoiding him. I guess I’m left with pretending it never happened and if he wants to speak upon it he knows where I am.

Her frown turns into a grin her turquoise blue eyes light up with joy and an audible shriek of excitement escapes from her as she sees walks through the door and sees the feathered phoenix quilt perfectly spread across her bed. She shakes her head in disbelief as she walks over to her bed and gives a brilliant smile as she runs her delicate hand over the soft phoenix down.

She nearly gives in to the urge to lay naked upon the quilt but with a quick look she realizes that she still has business to attend to as she looks upon the large sack on the floor out of the way but in plain enough sight. She smiles as she opens it up and runs her hand though the many coins inside, Sune what a great day!

Getting comfortable she slips out of her dress and into a soft and silky plum colored night grown. She sits on the edge of the bed as she opens up a drawer and pulls out a dust covered box of dark wood. Her hand absently rubs the dust off as she opens the box. Soft music fills the chamber as she absently looks at the simple bag that is the only contents wondering what to do. Hestia would know what to do. She contemplates summoning her but decided against, It will still come down being my decision.

Her decision made she pulls a black root from the brown bag and begins to look around for something to cut it with. Finding nothing she frowns and proceeds to bite into the root. Her faces prunes up into one of pure revulsion, she fights an urge to cough up the root and eventual shallows, Oh Sune! Why is that so nasty?

Looking to take her mind off the day she grabs her harp hoping that the familiar comfort will help ease her troubled mind. She realizes absently that Hestia had unpacked it from her equipment and placed it on one of the shelves where she usually kept it. Hestia you’re to good to me. I need to get her a proper thank you.

She settles back down on the bed using the sheer volume of pillows on her large bed to prop herself up. She strums the harp a few times adjusts its pitch and then she hums along with the harp to warm and tune her voice. It takes longer than normal to warm due to the yelling and arguing with Sandorel but finally its warm and she starts to play and sing a soft hunting melody about a love that was never realized yet was never meant to be that she heard in what seems like another lifetime from a roguish bard that claimed to have written it just for her.

She plays and sings absently as reflects upon the day and waits for her company to appear…

 

[Velenne]

Antillis watches the strange human with a mixture of appreciation and disdain. Appreciation that such a physically weak creature could obtain so much respect from her kin, and disdain in the race as a whole for allowing such. Still, the human woman moved with a presence the Xill had seen in few commanders. Those in their pack, even the Hunter, aquiesced to her wish as if it were their own thoughts.

Unsettling.

Antillis appears a few feet in front of Brystasia. There is at first a liquidy form which takes shape into the nine-foot silouette of the Hunter. The form becomes solid and takes on mass and thus weight- making a deep impression on the plush carpet in the room. Even the stones seem to groan beneath its immense weight. Movement behind its mask indicates that the Hunter is speaking, but its words are not heard until moments later when the armor translates,

"Top o'the mornin' to ya miss! Welcome an' well met!"

Again, the inflection is there where it was not when the Xill's experience in human interaction had been next to nothing. Having spent the last few days in Waterdeep, it seems to have picked up some of the local vernacular. The Hunter's ability to adapt continues to impress. Now, the translating device it seems to be equipped with can emote expressions at seemingly correct times- even if the overall effect is utterly ridiculous coming from a giant of predatory perfection. (Apparently the humor is lost on the Xill?)

It holds out its lower-left hand, palm up, and makes a beckoning motion,

"Share?" *pause...monotone translation* "Gold?"

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia tries to stifle a giggle but fails at the hunter's greeting and she grins as she replies, “Top of the morning to you to sire.” She realizes that the mammoth size of the creature in front of her no long bothers her but she lays the hard down as she stands upon her knees wondering if she can honestly teach him the language that he is mimicking. Smiling she speaks slowing stressing the pronunciation, “Its not morning. It’s evening. Evening.”

She shakes her head with a pleasant smile as his reply is not the evening she was expecting but the request for the gold. Her voice carries a great deal of pride as she replies, “Not just gold my friend, but platinum too and theirs a great deal to share.”

She leans over the side of the bed that is hidden from the Xill and pulls open the bag, but it barely moves with out the help of her belt. Not wanting to look weak she repositions herself, hind quarters in the air, and pulls again. With a lot of straining she is able to drag the coin onto the bed and with a slight giggle she speaks, “Next time I’ll have to get a bag of holding for this.”

She slides the coins as far as her lithe body will allow her.

 

[Velenne]

Antillis reaches its upper-left arm up and over Brystasia, seizes the bag with a hook of one claw, and lifts it effortlessly into another waiting claw. It does not bother to count the coin, nor even inspect the her claim that it is coin at all- a true departure from its typical behavior. Yet the Hunter does not feel the need to check this time, inexplicably trusting the human at her word.

"It's evening. Evening," the armor translates, mimicking Brysasia's tone and anunciation perfectly but in its own dry voice. Then the tone shifts again, probably to something else the Xill has picked up, into an entirely different aire, "Good 'eve to you sirs. You keep in touch now!" and finally yet another voice, this one more matronly, "Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite!"

Seeming satisfied with this farewell (farewells...another departure from its normal behavior), Antillis prepares to leave. Its armor's myriad nooks and crevices seal over. This is followed by a primal hum, deep enough to be felt in one's chest several feet away, and suddenly the Hunter's form shifts into living liquid and then is gone altogether.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia can’t help but giggle at the steady stream of farewells, “Good bye noble hunter.” She playfully blows a kiss at Antillis when he has his back is turn but before he departs.

She watches, curious to know where it goes, and she wonders rather or not it will ever consider her it’s equal and allow her to hunt with it.

Alone once again she realizing that her bad mood had passed and that she owed it all to Antillis. Not having anymore plans for the evening she pulls her nightgown off and tosses it on the floor.

With a big grin she gracefully settles upon the soft phoenix down and she falls asleep within minutes with a small smile upon her face.

 

[Dalamar]

Vilya wakes from her reverie. While the sounds of the forest are not completely unfamiliar for her, she has spent years of her life on the desert. The chattering of animals, the singing of birds and the rustling of leaves is so different compared to the slow shifting of the sand and the whistle or howl of the stinging desert winds.
But the day is growing to an end, and she doesn't want to risk sleeping in the forest, not knowing what kind of wild beasts lurk in it at night. Especially without her bedroll or anything else beyond her clothes and scimitar.

Walking slowly she returns to Waterdeep and there to the Temple of Sune. She takes off her clothes and places them next to the set she wore earlier. While putting on her night gear, she makes a mental note to go wash her used clothing the next morning.