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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Serpenteye" data-source="post: 1421540" data-attributes="member: 1492">Earlier.Sandorel closes the book with a frown of disgust. He had spent most of the evening searching for useful information about trancendant magics, but found nothing but general speculation and obsolete theories. In a way he had found some of what he had been looking for. The studies had distracted him from more sentimental preoccupations, and some of it had probably led him in the right direction. He was more certain now that his formulas were correct. Now there was only one thing to do; Test them out in practice.He opened a rift in reality and stepped trough into a sparesly furnished room. It had been too long since he last visited his home, but he was pleased to see that it had been kept impeccably clean in his absence. He sat down for a moment to organise his thoughts and assume the role and persona of leader and teacher once again. Then he walked out the door and onto the main street of the monastery of Hubris.It was late in the day and the street was almost empty of people. Therefore it didn't take long for him to walk the short distance to the Abbot's quarters, exchanging greetings with the brothers and sisters along the way. The spirit of the siblings seemed high, and as he walked among them he felt his own sadness melt away under the warmth of their welcome. They were obviously pleased and relieved to see him again. The monastery was a fairly informal organisation, built more on respect of merits than on a strict hierarchy. Steps would soon have to be taken to make it more efficient, though. Otherwise it could never expand the way Sandorels plans required. Even with its many shortcomings it was hard not to feel pride in what he had built.The Abbot was a fit man for his sixty years, unbent by the difficult life he had led. They quickly exchanged their formal greetings and them went on to friendlier conversation. Sandorel filled him in on his interrupted campain in the Theocracy of Pale, the Seer's quest and death. And the Abbot reported of the state of the monastery. Finally Sandorel revealed the true reason for his return. He had at long last reached the power and ability to cast magic of the highest order. A new world of potential had opened for him and for the brotherhood. They would soon rise to far greater power and they would have to work together to achieve their glorious destiny. "Gather all of our people together in the square tomorrow at noon, let them know before hand that they must not use any of their spells before that time. I need their full power. Let them know that we are at the beginning of a new age."He pulls a heavy pouch of gold out of a pocket of his haversack and puts in on the table between them. (ooc: -1000 gp)"I'm sure you can find some good use for this. Farewell my friend, I will see you tomorrow."He returns to his room and rests for a few hours. Then he opens another Gate and steps back to his quarters in the temple of Sune just in time to hear Brystasia knock on his door.He opens it, stands still for a moment just looking at her. Then he takes a step back and invites her in.</blockquote>

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