Brave New Planes

[Endur]

The Cimmerian and Melsa return to the tavern. He introduces Melsa to Brystasia. They make inquiries of other tavern goers regarding Melsa's brother and where he might have tried to go in Undermountain.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

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

Sandorel can find the items, but at 120% of list price. Nothing of particular significance occurs.

Before reaching the well up to the tavern, the Cimmerian notices that his thoughts are strangely slowed and slurred; he is having considerable difficulty speaking. Hearing this, Melsa asks "Are you all right? You seem unwell."

 

[Serpenteye]

Sandorel can find the items, but at 120% of list price.

Even after negotiating the price using his superior Charisma and Diplomacy? (And whatever information he managed to deduce with his sence motive about the personality of the shopkeeper?)

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Even after negotiating the price using his superior Charisma and Diplomacy? (And whatever information he managed to deduce with his sence motive about the personality of the shopkeeper?)

That's why he can buy them at all. 9th level pearls of power are the sort of thing archmages use as trump cards; they're hard to find on an open market.

 

[Wrahn]

“I hesitate to say, at least here, but let me assure you that we are talking about something of great significance.” Meekel says looking around at the shady customers of the inn.

“On the other hand, I am sure your large friend is a very capable warrior, but not all challenges in the Undermountain are physical in nature. His impetuousness, charging into the unknown without allies, could very well get him in trouble. Are any of the rest of your group showing up? If not, I can issue a sending, perhaps to draw him back so that he might not be in danger alone.”

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian tells Melsa,
"Sslllloooowwww. Sssooommmeeethhhinnnggg Wwwrrrooonnnngg."

 

[Serpenteye]

Sandorel buys the items and, assuming he found them in Sigil, makes a speach in one of the City's major squares. In a voice filled with power and conviction, radiating awesome beauty and strength, he makes an impassioned speach about the dangers of worshiping the Gods and about the infinite potential of the mortal races.

ooc: some exerpts:
"The Powers are bound by those who give them power. It is your worship that empowers them. They know this, and therefore seek to control you. Whatever their arguments, regardless of the persona they seek to present, Love, Fear or Duty, to them you are nothing more than chattel; Souls to feed and fatten for the slaughter."

"They need you, but you do not need them. They are limited by their need for faith, but your potential is infinite. Turn away from the Gods, they do not deserve your reverance. If you must worship, then worship yourself and your kindred, become the source of your own miracles.
Faith is power, why allow it to be leached away for the benefit of beings that regard you as nothing when you can harness it for yourself? I can show you how, but you must find the strength within yourself."

"I am Human, I recieve no worship, I devour no souls. I have risen to power only by the strength of my own self, and I am yet at the beginning of my journey. We all share the same potential, free-willed and mortal beings, and we can all ascend. Divinity is not the pinnacle of power. Infinity is, and our potential is infinite."

ooc: reactions?

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The Cimmerian tells Melsa,
"Sslllloooowwww. Sssooommmeeethhhinnnggg Wwwrrrooonnnngg."

"You've been poisoned! It must have been on the Ogre's blade! Don't worry, I'll lead you to help." She leads the Cimmerian down a passage (whose presence is unsurprising, despite a small voice in his head claiming it wasn't there before). He finds himself in a well-appointed room, filled with adornments of patinaed bronze, and feels himself falling onto a bed of down shortly before darkness overwhelms him.

Sandorel finds the crowd's reaction somewhat surprising: all but a handful ignore him, and most of those who take notice curse him for a "damned Athar." One man, however, approaches him peacefully. He asks simply "Do we have a friend in common?" As he does so, Sandorel's heightened senses pick out his hand reaching to an earring he wears, in the shape of a peacock's tail. He can easily tell that the combination of gesture and words is deliberate.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

With a small wink she replies, “I imagine that it is indeed of great significance if it has garnered you attention. I must admit I spend most of my time doing Sune’s work and her plans for me using consist of more of cities and diplomacy over the epic question and a dirty dungeon.” With a grin that radiates charm she continues, “I must admit I long for the chance again and I’m quite excited at the idea but I can’t not speak for the others… At least not yet.”

Brystasia frowns in a combination of worry and poutiness as she considers Meekel’s words, “I agree he wouldn’t even hold up enough to let me get my stuff to go down their with him. I wonder if he considers me worthy of his company or if he doubts my abilities in such matters. I imagine he’s fine but maybe you should try to convince him to turn back before that can take a turn for the worse.”

 

[Serpenteye]

Sandorel finds the crowd's reaction somewhat surprising: all but a handful ignore him, and most of those who take notice curse him for a "damned Athar." One man, however, approaches him peacefully. He asks simply "Do we have a friend in common?" As he does so, Sandorel's heightened senses pick out his hand reaching to an earring he wears, in the shape of a peacock's tail. He can easily tell that the combination of gesture and words is deliberate.

Sigillians are well used to the extraordinary, but Sandorel found it surprising that they were this jaded and cynical. This was a place relatively free of the Gods, though, so maybe the matter was not as pressing here.

It's almost like I'm trying to preach in the Gray Waste. What is causing this plague of indifference?

He nods slightly to the peacock man, "Perhaps we have a common enemy?"