Brave New Planes

[Serpenteye]

Sandorel shifts and emerges in an alleyway in the Clerc's Ward in Sigil. He stumbles forwards almost in a daze as he struggles to process the immensity of his comprehension. Steadying himself against a wall he closes his eyes and breeths deeply. Even though he can hear every conversation, every breath within what feels like half the city it's still an improvement.
He thought he had handled it well in front of his brothers in the monastery, he had presented himself flawlessly before them and not allowed them to realise that his mind was being torn apart, but he couldn't deny from himself that he had escaped, again. He wasn't ready for what was to come, for what must be done...
None of it mattered, everything matters. He screams out in agony as his mind expands another level and insigths rush trough his mind faster than his mortal neurons can process them, and for a while the world is gone. When he wakes up a young tiefling child stands above him, looking down.
"Are you a God?" , the girl wrinkles her forhead and squints at his face, curious and terrified at the same time. "Have you come to fight the Lady?" She jerks her head around, looks at him one last time, then she runs away, fleeing for her life.
He looks after her in silence, and then chuckles to himself quietly as he climbs back to his feet and walks out into the city.

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian responds, "Why don't we return to the Yawning Portal. You can wait there safely while I search for your brother.

"Some of the people in the tavern may know where your brother and his friends planned to look for treasure."

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The Cimmerian responds, "Why don't we return to the Yawning Portal. You can wait there safely while I search for your brother.

"Some of the people in the tavern may know where your brother and his friends planned to look for treasure."

"I can't just abandon him! Mon said I was to take care of him! I promise I won't get in the way. Please let me help?" She clutches the Cimmerian's hand imploringly, looking at him through her bangs with dark, soulful eyes.

 

[Endur]

Then we will search for him together. But lets return up to the tavern and see if anyone there knows where your brother and his friends might have gone searching for treasure.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"Alright. If you really think it's best." She suddenly notices the wound across the Cimmerian's left arm, and exclaims "You're hurt! Here, let me help you." She tears a strip of cloth off her dress, and begins binding the wound.

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian thanks her and after their wounds are bound, leads her safely back up to the tavern.

Before returning to the surface, he strips the Ogres of any valuables or clues, looking perhaps, for any items she might recognize as belonging to her brother.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The Cimmerian thanks her and after their wounds are bound, leads her safely back up to the tavern.

Before returning to the surface, he strips the Ogres of any valuables or clues, looking perhaps, for any items she might recognize as belonging to her brother.

The Ogres have little on them save the axes they carried, a handful of coppers, and some extremely dubious meat.

 

[Wrahn]

She looks into the near finished wine as she quietly replies, “Its not really a your friends thing as Conan didn’t want to wait for me to get my equipment, Sandorel had pressing and secret things to do, no doubt pondering the destruction of a deity to prove his manhood. Antillus I simply cannot comprehend sometimes so as I said it’s only Conan that went into the Undermountain. I imagine that an arcana specialist of your skill would have considerable offers on the table for adventuring. If you don’t mind me asking, why us and why Undermountain?” She finishes off her spiel with a friendly smile.

"Well, first and foremost, if you are going into Halaster's playground, you are going to need someone with an idea of what is going on. Not to imply that any of you are incapable, but Halaster's traps, especially the stuff deep down, may require more than just a passing understanding of magic."

"Then there is the fact that I find myself a little short of funds. While in my youth I was a realitively successful adventurer, my true calling has always been that of a scholar. Being a scholar, unfortunately, does not pay overly well, so from time to time I find it necessary to augment my purse by returning to the adventuring life." he says a bit sheepishly.

He considers something for a moment, taking a swallow from his drink, "Lastly, I am a collector of information, for years I have listened to the tales of adventures, like yourself. I have recorded them in many volumes. Mostly these are tales of farmer's children who take up the mace and club out of necessity to battle forces that threaten what they hold dear. Occasionally some groups like yours come along, who have tales of events which have far reaching consquences or hidden knowledge. Taken alone, these are just interesting tales, but if you study them you can begin to peice together greater mysteries."

"I believe that I have a place to start looking for one of Faerun's greatest mysteries, however, I will need powerful allies if I am to look into these places. I wanted to join you for a little adventure to see if this group was the allies I need. Don't get me wrong mi'lady, I have every confidence in you personally, but ftom your story, I would guess that the group itself may be a little unstable."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia listens completely to the gnomes with a smile that suggests she agrees with him, “Oh I wouldn’t put all of your confidence in me as the others could easily have taken care of the Seer without me.” She gives a small sheepish smile, “I do believe I was really only in their way but they are quite capable so if you could convince them go on your mysterious quest they would probably be fine.”

She pauses from her questioning long enough to single for another drink before she turns back with a large grin on her face, “So what’s this great mystery?”

 

[Serpenteye]

ooc: Paxus; Does Sandorel manage to find any of the items he wanted? Does anything of interest happen on his expedition?