[e20 PF] And with strange aeons...

[Thaven]

"Ho there!" He calls out as loud as he can to the two figures on the couches.

"This place just keeps getting stranger and stranger. The sooner I'm off of this accursed plane the sooner I'll achieve some measure of inner peace."

"Do you guys see that?" He points off into the distance at the two figures.

"We should find the book and see if we can communicate with them."

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Maybe they know of the book."

 

[jackslate45]

Xanfire, hoping to not get into conflict early, prepares to start negotiating with the strangers. "Let us go shall we?"

OCC: one use of Touch of Glory on himself, give him a +20 bonus to Charisma for one roll in the next hour (Diplomacy)

 

[Scott DeWar]

Hedron nods and follows.

 

[Shayuri]

Thorn notices the ruckus and looks around from the shelves she's scanning for books to see Rook shouting across the cavernous room, and Hedron and Xanfire starting to pick their way across towards some distant humanoid figures.

She smirks.

"Always doing things the hard way," the rogue comments, and delves into her haversack for her trusty flying carpet.

A moment later Hedron and Xanfire are treated to Thorn whooshing past just barely overhead, skillfully maneuvering between piles of books and random standing lamps. She glances back at them and waves jovially.

"Seeya at the finish line, boys."

 

[Thaven]

"Tsk," Rook flutters in the air as they all sail past.

"Because on the astral plane things are as they appear to be, we should charge heedlessly forward."

Shaking his head he observes carefully as his colleagues rush ahead. Weapons drawn if the need arises.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Hedron rolls his eyes and mumbles something about reckless behavior.

 

[fireinthedust]

You reach the two figures reclining on a couch in a small area bounded by piles of books and couches. You are on the outside of the area.

They are both asleep, and on the floor in front of them is an open book. The book is surrounded by an aura of light in a globe shape.

OOC: Hewrobizkit, Warlocklord, now is your chance to describe yourselves.

 

[WarlockLord]

The heroic party notices a white-haired, light-skinned man, in a blue cape, on the right side of the couch snoring softly. His muscles look underformed but he seems extremely attractive nonetheless. His white hair is pretty short. You'd place him at maybe around his early twenties. He seems to be wearing an excessive amount of well-crafted equipment, maybe magical.

He also appears to have a small pouch at his belt, which you surmise contains various spell components.

 

[jackslate45]

Xanfire moves closer to the group, although cautious enough to make sure they are not about to get jumped by them.