Surraruthru in the Cauldron (Surraruthru)

[Anastasia]

"No. Reports conflict and suggest appearances across the planes," Amaryl replies. "Usually the blade appears in the hand of an upstart and vanishes just as quickly."

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru nods.

"Very well, then. I'll begin research. On a different note... Seira mentioned that a piece of Lifasa may come into my possession?"

[Anastasia]

"It may in time. It is a future potential to live up to." Amaryl says.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Hm. Very well. Was there anything Seira needed?"

[Anastasia]

"No. Go enjoy the Cauldron," Amaryl says, rising.

Do you have any more plans in the Cauldron, Surraruthru?

[Iron Dragoon]

After consulting my to-do list, unless there's a place I can find some sacred style spells to add to my spellbook, I don't really think so. I'm also not entirely sure what all is in the Cauldron for me to do.

[Anastasia]

What do you mean by sacred style spells?

Also, you'd need to poke around t here to see. Depends if you want to put the time into the Cauldron or not, Iddy.

[Iron Dragoon]

I mean Wiz/Sorc spells that give Sacred bonuses like Celestial Valor.

And sure, I'll poke around a bit.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Plushie_Ithea> Kotono roll for Plushie_Ithea < 1 > [d100=1]

The Cauldron has many layers, explored at Surraruthru's layer. The first he goes to is the busiest - a grand marketplace, buildings and caves both holding shops of all sorts. He wanders, finding a few possibly promising shops. He can explore any of them he wishes.

1. The Dragon's Whim. Looks to be a magic shop.
2. Jade and Gold. Looks like a jewelry shop.
3. Urathear. The shop isn't promising on the outside, but the name means deity in draconic.

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru has a distinct distaste for spending any more of is meager hoard, but he'll check out Urathear out of idle curiosity.

[Anastasia]

You walk in, find it empty. Blank. Blackness extends in all directions. The door silently closes behind you and a slow, meditative voice asks you, "Welcome to Urathear. Have you chosen one to serve?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru eyes the empty space suspiciously.

"I serve Seira."

[Anastasia]

Everything whirls around you. You stand in a bright chapel colored gold, windows letting more sunlight. Real gold lines the windowsills, reflecting brilliance. A circle of chairs surrounds an altar, each one also inset with gold, with the altar as well being golden. A draconic man is behind it, coming forward. He has scales of silver, wearing well made clothes of silk. "Welcome," he greets Surraruthru, "Tell me, where do your talents lie?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"And who are you that I should give information about my strengths so freely?"

[Anastasia]

A chuckle follows, "Forgive me, dragon. Most of your kind have no compunctions against bragging." The man says, face smooth and calm. "I am the owner of this store. I ask so I can offer goods and services tailored to your strengths."