Brave New Planes

[Paxus Asclepius]

After determining that there is only one way to go (other than up), the Cimmerian heads off down the corridor to see what sort of terrible creatures live in the Undermountain.

The corridor leads south briefly, then west. Two broad steps lead down into a widening room crowded with a forest of stone pillars. Archways can be seen in its northern, southern, and western walls. Something metallic glints on the floor, among the many stone pillars. A faint scurrying sound, like a small clawed animal running, reaches the Cimmerian's ears.

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian pauses at the top of the steps and attempts to locate the source of the scurrying sound.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The Cimmerian pauses at the top of the steps and attempts to locate the source of the scurrying sound.

It appears to be a simple brown rat, fleeing to the north.

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian laughs out loud. "Ferocious monsters indeed. Now, to see what sort of metal glitters yonder. Undoubtedly the source of the legends of the fabulous treasure of Undermountain."

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The Cimmerian laughs out loud. "Ferocious monsters indeed. Now, to see what sort of metal glitters yonder. Undoubtedly the source of the legends of the fabulous treasure of Undermountain."

The source of the glitter proves to be a single gold coin, lying on the floor. From the center of the room, Conan can see the walls clearly. On the southeast wall is scratched a sentence in a language he does not read, and an arrow pointing to the southern doorway.

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian ponders out loud.

"Should I take the treasure the rat left behind, should I pursue the fleeing rat to the north, or should I go south and investigate the marked path?"

 

[Serpenteye]

Sandorel looks at his followers, reading their every movement without an effort, comprehending them completely. He says something, an immortal phrase of wisdom that will stay with them and their descendants for generations, then he Planeshifts to Sigil.

ooc: I'm not going to role-play the shopping trip, unless something out of the ordinary happens. In Dis and tCoB he will take precautions against various environmental hazards
(buff and protect himself with Spells:
Magic Vestment x2 (on armor and shield), Greater Magic Weapon (on heavy mace), Persistent Divine Favor, Persistent Death Ward, Persistent Divine Power, Persistent Righteous Might and Protection from Energy (fire))

Gate Waterdeep -> Monastery in the Outlands
Planeshift MitO -> Sigil
Portal Sigil -> Dis (the biggest city in hell)
Gate Dis -> The City of Brass (one of the biggest citys in the inner planes)
Planeshift/Teleport -> Waterdeep

In Sigil, Dis and the City of Brass he's going to visit the merchant areas and the bigger magic item stores. He will let it be known that he's looking for several powerful items and encourage the merchants to find them so that they can try to sell them to him and potentially make considerable profits.

He's looking for:

One 8th level Pearl of Power (64'000gp)
One 9th level Pearl of Power (81'000gp)
One Ring of Mind Blank 1/day (43'200gp)
--(8x15x1800/5)

 

[Wrahn]

Meekel moves out from behind the table when Brystania comes in, ”I couldn’t help but overhear that you and your friends were headed down into Halaster’s twisted halls. I also noticed that you have a definitive lack of any caster of the arcane persuasion. I, being a said caster and finding myself somewhat short on funds, would like to offer my services to you and your friends, for a cut in the treasure.”

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian goes to the North archway, and without actually entering the passage, attempts to ascertain how far down the north passage the rat may have gone.

After doing that, he approaches the South archway and listens carefully to determine if anything can be heard in the distance.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The Cimmerian goes to the North archway, and without actually entering the passage, attempts to ascertain how far down the north passage the rat may have gone.

After doing that, he approaches the South archway and listens carefully to determine if anything can be heard in the distance.

The rat is vanished; it must be at least thirty feet gone, and if your perception is accurate, could have fled down a pair of side corridors as well as the one continuing north.

Straining his ears to the south, the Cimmerian hears a faint ring of metal on metal.