Brave New Planes

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia her mind preoccupied with her thoughts is taken back as she nearly walks into the 10 foot tall Antillus, “Ah!” Shocked at being so surprise she flushes a bright red, “Oh, It’s just you.”

She starts to apologize but it’s lost in the rush of air and also in her realization of what’s going on, “Sorry, I’m just preoccupied…” She stares curious and transfixed as she had often wondered what the giant hunter looked like and now that curiosity would be answered.

Brystasia quickly regrets ever having wondered what the Xill looked like as his hideous face appears from under the shadow of his mask. Before she can remind herself of the need for a strong front Brystasia unconsciously takes a step back not in fear but in revulsion.

Her face takes on a greenish tint as she weakly coughs forcing the bile back down her throat. Realizing that Antillus is speaking Brystasia forces tries to focus on his words but fails after she catches his hunger black eyes. Brystasia wraps her arms she of her breasts in obvious discomfort as she quietly wonders about the possible need of having her chambers wandered against his sudden appearance. The realization that he has seen her in far less sends a cold chill through her body and she shakes slightly.

Brystasia takes a half step away from Antillus as he moves closer to her. She smiles meekly as she realizes that he is trying to show her something, “I recognize most of the languages and I should be able to get this commissioned it would be easier with something written out but I can take care of that.”

Realizing that she is alone Brystasia tries to end the conversation, “Theirs no need for Sandorel I can handle this but he is about to leave on his own travels so if you want his opinion you’ll need to hurry to catch him but I don’t think he has left yet.”

OOC: Velenne, is the weapon on the screen something she would recognize? A sword? An axe? Obviously, it would be alien in appearance but if she recognizes the base weapon it might help her, and me out. PS Check for a PM.

 

[Velenne]

Antillis nods, seemingly pleased by this answer and offers the cumbersome sack to her. As she takes what she needs for the commissioning, it replaces the helmet, hisses and clockwork noises speaking of the complicated process.

"Thank you for your efforts, madam," comes the disconnected voice in the armor, "You are permitted to draw a fee if you choose. I will continue these nightly visits and follow the Pack in its daily wanderings."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia watches with relief, and feels noticeable better, as Antillus works the mask back into to place and she even contemplates helping with the mask but her lack of height makes this an impossibility.

She can tell her voice is stronger as she replies, “There is no need for a fee as you serve me and the pack. The pack is family.” She frowns a bit at the idea of the continued nightly visits but to change the arrangement would to show a lack of trust, “The nightly visits are fine and I shall see you tonight.”

 

[Serpenteye]

He steps trough the gate and into the assembled crowd of his followers. Their heads turn towards him and he smiles. A few words prepares them for their task and directs them to their proper positions around the circle, both those who will participate in the casting and their backups. He speaks to them again after taking his place in the center of the great double circle, clever, insightful and inspirational words speaking of the glory and necessity of their task. Then he raises his arms by his sides, signalling that the casting is beginning.

The full power of his followers pushes against him like a deep ocean of water. The sudden pressure makes stars dance in front of his eyes, a momentary weakness fills his limbs as he is nearly overcome with painful extacy. One semi-concious thought reaches the surface Oh, the power, this is glorious!, and then he loses himself in the guidance of the spell. Slowly, ever so slowly, he returns to lucidity, to his normal cool clear and disciplined state of mind, mere seconds after the beginning of the spell. And he gradually begins remaking himself.

The feeling is indescribable, words like power and self-confidence are woefully inadequate to describe what he feels, what he has become. He stands before his people, flawless in form and overwhelming in presence. Their awe and their fear is written clearly on their faces, and he reflects briefly on how they must see him now. This must be how it is to be a God. For a moment the thought tempts him, and then he rejects it. In the end he will be ever so much more than any diety.

"This, my brothers and sisters, is only the beginning. We will change the Multiverse, recreate it in our image. And you, my first disciples, shall shine like stars in the sky.
Prepare, for we have one more spell to cast today."

ooc: Cast Apotheosis, +46 enhancement bonus to charisma. Sandorel's charisma is now (and for the next week or so) 60. His Diplomacy is now +53.

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian leads Brystasia and Vilya (and Antillis?) into Undermountain while Sandorel is shopping amongst the planes.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

How does he intend to enter? The best-known route is through the inn called the Yawning Portal, but rumours speak of other entrances, some of which lead deeper into the complex.

 

[Endur]

Being from "out of town", the Cimmerian will lead his companions to the best-known entrance.

How does he intend to enter? The best-known route is through the inn called the Yawning Portal, but rumours speak of other entrances, some of which lead deeper into the complex.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Being from "out of town", the Cimmerian will lead his companions to the best-known entrance.

The Yawning Portal is a largish example of the semi-seedy taverns the Cimmerian knows so well. The room is filled with the standard clientele, but a massive circular wall of stone dominates the center of the floor. It is waist-high, fully one foot thick, and surrounded by torches set around the outside. As Conan enters, the barkeep (a massive, fit-looking man in his mid-forties) looks up and says non-comittally "It's a gold apiece to be lowered." Brystasia's entry is noted with much greater interest; the entire bar drops silent, save for a few errant mugs or forks clattering to a table or floor.

"Lady Purelove! Surely you can't mean to go plunging into Undermountain? That's for young fools of sellswords and hired wands, not a respectable gentlewoman such as yourself!"

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

As the bar hushes Brystasia gives a pleasant smiles and gives a small wave in general not wanting to take the moment away from those meeting her for the first time. She playfully hides the smile as she gracefully moves amongst the people to the speaker of the greeting, “So now I’m not so young?”

Before the speaker can realize the seriousness of his error Brystasia breaks into a large smile as she leans slightly over the bar, “I appreciate your concern but I imagine that my friend can handle Undermountain. I’m here simply as an escort.” She turns slightly and raises her voice so there is no doubt that Conan can hear her, “I would be going but my quite friend doesn’t fill like waiting for me to get my gear.”

Brystasia turns to the Cimmerian and reminds him to be careful and not to go to far only to turn around to see a class of wine before her. She smiles gratefully as she replies, “Thanks! I do have places to go but I imagine I can stay around long enough for a drink.”

She gives thanks as one of the strong-armed patrons brings over one of the cleaner barstools over for her to set on and she gracefully accepts it without hesitation as she address those around her, “So, boys, what’s the topic tonight and what’s the game?”

 

[Endur]

The adventurers pay the barkeep and enter the underworld.