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...I offer neither explanation or apology. Imoen and Glinda, postcamp.
Advice from a deathless archmage: 20,000gp
Imoen absently tapped the letter against her cheek, perched thoughtfully on the back of her chair. She'd been surprised that the limited plane shift had worked as well as it had, but Francescu had been prompt; the sheaf of papers in her hand contained a long list of theoretical equations, rare components and advice. And news, of course. Who would have thought that Sophie would have a son?
Imoen giggled slightly at the thought, then sobered, flattening the list to the desk before her. Some of this would be hard to come by -- she would need to plan.
The support of a powerful thieves' guild: 1,000,000gp
"....you want to buy my leadership of the Shadow Thieves."
"Yup." Imoen smiled innocently.
"With my own cache." The guildmaster rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the headache which had been building since the little pink-haired girl had somehow slipped through his guards and defenses to enter his office unseen.
"You got it."
"Which you managed to plunder despite the traps, the guards--"
There was a wet thump as the girl's companion tossed something onto the floor between them, his ominous black armor unnaturally silent. The guildmaster looked down into the horrified eyes of Nolin, his guard captain. The warrior smirked. "They were good. But not good enough."
The guildmaster swallowed and continued. "And if I refuse, people will find out about this, right?"
"Hee." Imoen smiled angelically. "So what's it gonna be?"
Permanent Gate to another Prime: 2,500,000gp (low estimate)
"Not that I am not always ready to kick butt for goodness, Imoen," Minsc commented, "but Boo was wondering if you would be done soon?" The sentence ended with a grunt and a spray of sparks as the ranger's blade parried a blow from the iron golem's fist.
"Almost got it....almost....there!" Imoen pocketed the gem -- a rogue stone nearly the size of her two clenched fists -- and rolled out of the way of another strike. "We can go now."
With a scream of steel on steel, Sarevok sheared off one of the golem's legs. The massive construct toppled slowly forward as the warrior stalked past it. "How many of those do you need, girl?"
"This makes two dozen, so...that's it! Now we just need a few more components...."
Abdel's stern look silenced the rising tide of objections.
The look on your girlfriend's face when you find your way to her across the planes: priceless.
The portal was finally complete; after months of painstaking enchantment and effort, Imoen spoke the activating words and beamed as the interior of the archway vanished. The scene which replaced it would normally have had the thief's fingers twitching at the ostentatious display of wealth, but she had eyes only for the elegant figure who stood staring in shocked delight at the planar gate on her front lawn. As Glinda abandoned all dignity and hiked her long skirts into a run, Imoen stepped through the portal and let it close behind her.
There are some things that money can't buy.
Advice from a deathless archmage: 20,000gp
Imoen absently tapped the letter against her cheek, perched thoughtfully on the back of her chair. She'd been surprised that the limited plane shift had worked as well as it had, but Francescu had been prompt; the sheaf of papers in her hand contained a long list of theoretical equations, rare components and advice. And news, of course. Who would have thought that Sophie would have a son?
Imoen giggled slightly at the thought, then sobered, flattening the list to the desk before her. Some of this would be hard to come by -- she would need to plan.
The support of a powerful thieves' guild: 1,000,000gp
"....you want to buy my leadership of the Shadow Thieves."
"Yup." Imoen smiled innocently.
"With my own cache." The guildmaster rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the headache which had been building since the little pink-haired girl had somehow slipped through his guards and defenses to enter his office unseen.
"You got it."
"Which you managed to plunder despite the traps, the guards--"
There was a wet thump as the girl's companion tossed something onto the floor between them, his ominous black armor unnaturally silent. The guildmaster looked down into the horrified eyes of Nolin, his guard captain. The warrior smirked. "They were good. But not good enough."
The guildmaster swallowed and continued. "And if I refuse, people will find out about this, right?"
"Hee." Imoen smiled angelically. "So what's it gonna be?"
Permanent Gate to another Prime: 2,500,000gp (low estimate)
"Not that I am not always ready to kick butt for goodness, Imoen," Minsc commented, "but Boo was wondering if you would be done soon?" The sentence ended with a grunt and a spray of sparks as the ranger's blade parried a blow from the iron golem's fist.
"Almost got it....almost....there!" Imoen pocketed the gem -- a rogue stone nearly the size of her two clenched fists -- and rolled out of the way of another strike. "We can go now."
With a scream of steel on steel, Sarevok sheared off one of the golem's legs. The massive construct toppled slowly forward as the warrior stalked past it. "How many of those do you need, girl?"
"This makes two dozen, so...that's it! Now we just need a few more components...."
Abdel's stern look silenced the rising tide of objections.
The look on your girlfriend's face when you find your way to her across the planes: priceless.
The portal was finally complete; after months of painstaking enchantment and effort, Imoen spoke the activating words and beamed as the interior of the archway vanished. The scene which replaced it would normally have had the thief's fingers twitching at the ostentatious display of wealth, but she had eyes only for the elegant figure who stood staring in shocked delight at the planar gate on her front lawn. As Glinda abandoned all dignity and hiked her long skirts into a run, Imoen stepped through the portal and let it close behind her.
There are some things that money can't buy.