[e20 PF] And with strange aeons...

[Shayuri]

"Oh, I meant people," Thorn demurs, waving. "Not folks like you all. I figure immortals...you spend twelve thousand millenium fighting on one side...that probably pretty much locks you in."

 

[Thaven]

"What'd I'd like to know is why we are here and what is our next move?" Rook paused, then added, "I mean directly; where do we go from here?"

 

[Shayuri]

"We still have to get the book,"Thorn says. "Otherwise we lost good people for nothing. Then back to my place for an entertaining evening of killing bound demons and setting up traps to welcome whoever Mal sends back."

 

[jackslate45]

"I would welcome the assistance. As Rook has mentioned, we are not entirely sure of our destination. And the only person who would reliably know the way is unconscious in your arms. Where do we go from here?"

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Xanfire, can you help with returning this man's being to himself? or should we let him sleep the sleep of the fathers?"

 

[Thaven]

"It seems far beyond a normal sleep; I do hope your friend recovers, but it seems as though we must make this next leg of the journey without his assistance," Rook stroked his chin for a moment.

"I'm curious though; what is this book and why must we seek to recover it?"

OOC: Rook knows nothing in game. A brief discussion of our purpose would be helpful.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Hedron explains the purpose of seeking the book and the information the group is hoping to garner from it.

 

[Thaven]

Rook listens intently. "Aha," then pauses. "Wait, you sold 3 million gold pieces worth of adamantine daggers?" Jaw slightly agape.

"That...is impressive." Even the emperor HIMSELF would be impressed! And his most impressive majesty is not easily impressed.

Almost forgetting about the book, "Alright, it seems as though this book may contain some key to our future progress...and, disappointingly, the urgency likely prohibits a brief return visit to our own plane," it was almost half a question.

To which Rook already knew the answer.

"So, to the roiling and mysterious cloud then?"

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Yes that black roiling mas of , whatever. That i am pretty sure is the destination."

 

[jackslate45]

"Indeed. Let us call it a gut feeling? I believe it is there."