Skyfall - Colonies of the Shining Sea

Game Master Corerue

Battle at the lift

Crosses vs


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Tyrn

If player made locations I don't mind you taking over the details of them, that way its familiar and something you can control in a way. But whenever I provide a location you don't have to worry about it, or I can do it. I'm handwavey on the whole deal. :)

Tal'Adon appears to enjoy the explanation of the various locations and places you point out throughout Argos on your way to Bajira. Throughout your short stroll you noticed the mixed reactions of the people on the streets, many of which give your group a wide berth as you made your way through town. When you arrived at Bajira Niko personally greets your party promptly with their usual friendliness and leads you to the table you requested. He doesn't speak much more then the usual greeting a server would give, even the staff were openly friendly as they brought you drinks and appetizers.

Tal'Adon opened a tab using his connection with the Imperial Embassy and smirked at the slight twitch of Niko's upper lip. When there wasn't finally a server coming with yet another item he remarked lightly. "Not to sound course but I think they marked up the prices by at least twice the normal rate..." He chuckles as he takes a drink of his tea. His bodyguard sat only a few feet away at their own table, eyeing everyone with unease and a little disdain. "From your vast knowledge of Argos, I am led to assume this is your place of birth?"

Perception 21:

For a moment Tal'Adon narrows his eyes at his bodyguard, it's only a brief moment before Tal'Adon is back to his friendly and seemingly open self. But his eyes carried a deep loathing for that brief moment, directed fully at his own men...


Female Human Time Thief 6 [Current HP 37 Total HP 37, Init +5, Perception +9, AC 20/15/15]

Have we got a map? Feels like we need to concentrate upon the Alpha: not sure if I can get to him though?


Let me dig up the link~ I will try and include it in the main page description up above. Sorry about that~ :(

Link up above, Battle at the Lift, you can modify the map, its a bit buggy but you can move yourself around and such :) just remember the usual rules that apply lol :D


Female Human Time Thief 6 [Current HP 37 Total HP 37, Init +5, Perception +9, AC 20/15/15]

I see, Cassian has decided to get himself flanked so that the big one has an easier time hitting him. Very sporting...

I step forward 5ft step to K6 and strike the foe behind Cassian.

attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5


Human Lore Warden // Talented Monk 6
Stats:
HP 84/84, Nonlethal 84/84; AC 28, touch 23, Flat Footed 19; CMD 36 (+2 v Trip, +1 v Heavy Blades); Fort +9, Reflex +11, Will +9; Blindsense 30ft; Perception +12; Initiative +5; Acrobatic Dodge (+16) [8/8 day]

I thought I killed that one already...?
Juicy bits (link) and the last piece is your Crunchy bits (link)

In either case, Acrobatic Dodge don't fail me now!


Male Human, Cygnan
DM Corerue wrote:

Tyrn

If player made locations I don't mind you taking over the details of them, that way its familiar and something you can control in a way. But whenever I provide a location you don't have to worry about it, or I can do it. I'm handwavey on the whole deal. :)

Tal'Adon appears to enjoy the explanation of the various locations and places you point out throughout Argos on your way to Bajira. Throughout your short stroll you noticed the mixed reactions of the people on the streets, many of which give your group a wide berth as you made your way through town. When you arrived at Bajira Niko personally greets your party promptly with their usual friendliness and leads you to the table you requested. He doesn't speak much more then the usual greeting a server would give, even the staff were openly friendly as they brought you drinks and appetizers.

Tal'Adon opened a tab using his connection with the Imperial Embassy and smirked at the slight twitch of Niko's upper lip. When there wasn't finally a server coming with yet another item he remarked lightly. "Not to sound course but I think they marked up the prices by at least twice the normal rate..." He chuckles as he takes a drink of his tea. His bodyguard sat only a few feet away at their own table, eyeing everyone with unease and a little disdain. "From your vast knowledge of Argos, I am led to assume this is your place of birth?"

** spoiler omitted **

I expend another round of Arch. Luck +1

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

The observant scholar barely noticed the stink-eye Tal'Adon pierced his bodyguards with. My whole time with Tal'Adon has shown me he is put off, or maybe even embarrassed about his guard. Seems there are disagreements among them, but of what I am not certain. He may just disapprove of their gruntish, unsophisticated manners and would rather see them put on a more tolerable persona until a more greater evil in his mind comes to fruition.... or.... Tyrn halts the brain-train he was about to board, realizing he could get lost again. Instead, he turns to his attention at the very unlikely, but to him, quite intriguing, conversation he is about to have.

"Actually, Inquisitor, I was born in Cygnus. I am the third of four children. Both my older siblings have passed. One to war and another from rapid oxidation... excuse me, I meant "aging". They were quite a bit older than me and my younger sister, who is tailor here in Argos. Her and I lived in Argos for a while with my uncle after our parents passed 47 years ago, but he lived more in the rural areas outside of the city. After many years of traveling, I decided I would settle back here and focus on my writings and studies of ancient humanoid civilizations. No doubt I've answered more questions than you have asked, Inquisitor, but you'll find I take few breathes in conversation. I compare it a lot to drowning. But what about you? I'm curious as to how a half-elf has become a high-ranking official within a human-dominated Imperium. If my question is too forward, please disregard it. My curiosity tends to force words out of my mouth. Kind of like fiber for when...."

Tyrn gives his charming smirk before he finishes his joke, anticipating laughter or disgust from the Inquisitor. Humor is often the first 'button' he pushes.


Male Human, Cygnan

I should also add that Tyrn is totally accepting of Niko's and the other patrons'/servers' confusion and uneasiness of his company. But he really couldn't pass this opportunity up.


Cassian Vespertine wrote:

I thought I killed that one already...?

Juicy bits (link) and the last piece is your Crunchy bits (link)

In either case, Acrobatic Dodge don't fail me now!

You did kill that one, but then during their round the others pushed forward, surrounded Steven, pummeled him and you 5 foot stepped forward :)


Human Skyborne Sorcerer 1/ Myterious Stranger Musket Master Gunslinger 4; HP 46/46, AC 22/18/14, Init +8, Perception +9, F7/ R11/ W6

Not 100% sure what's going on, but it Seems like an allied ship somehow spotted the invisible dragon, which was right above us (or is that the ship that's above us?) and is engaging it? Correct?? And can we see the dragon now or not?

Giving a whoop of joy as the calvary arrives Diyiana shouts "Yeeha Boys! Yah! You give it to that piece of dragon s#!t!!"

She then gives another shout of joy as Joey finally shows himself but it quickly turns to a cry of mingled concern and frustration as she sees the extent of his wounds. Rushing over to him she frowns and yells at the young apprentice "Joey you blasted fool! Look what you've done to yourself! Why boy, I don't know whether to slap you or kiss you! Hmmm, well, I suppose I can save the slapping for later, as you look like anything more than a kiss might send you to the boneyard. Anyway, enough talking!" whereupon she grabs him firmly by the face and plants a nice, long wet-one on the gleefully surprised salvager.

Finally stopping and allowing the currently weak-kneed lad to come up for a breath of air she admonishes with a grin "Now you stand still you hare brained ijit and let me ease some of your painin's." and, putting action to word, she unleashes a couple more blasts from her healing wand at him, doing her best to asses if it's enough.
CLW: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (3, 5) + 2 = 10
Heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Are we still in rounds on the ship boss?


Sorry for the unclear post, your still surrounded by the cloud cover and the work you performed on Smitty was more then a few rounds so the dragons invis would have worn off after a bout a minute. Right now though there is a fight going on somewhere close by and above the battered salvage ship. It appears your opponent found someone a little more... heavily armed. :)

Apologize again for slow posts have some issues in rl which is causing me to withdraw from my other games, I am holding out with my campaign though so please bear with me. Thank you again.


Human Skyborne Sorcerer 1/ Myterious Stranger Musket Master Gunslinger 4; HP 46/46, AC 22/18/14, Init +8, Perception +9, F7/ R11/ W6

Thanks for the clarification. And No worries Coreue, RL always takes precedence and sometimes that's just the way the lembas crumbles ; )


For Ael, Mir and Cassian

The fight with the strange shaft dwellers ends with the destruction of Steven, the valiant servitor intercepts a particularly deadly blow that would have been aimed for Cassian. He is rewarded with his parts being scattered across the hall in a horrific display of how destructive these shaft dwellers really were and as more of their number arrived. Appearing out of air vents and exploding forth from a previously unseen doorway, they quickly and brutally overwhelmed Bera. Before she was dragged down though she inflicted deadly blows against several of her opponents in an attempt to protect her furless ally Ael.

Back to back Ael and Cassian fought on, he faced off with the Alpha and every now and again slayed a near death dweller with a flourish of his blade. While Ael fought desperately to resist their attempts at grappling and dragging her away from Cassian. As hope dwindled something new appeared out of yet another doorway and at first the desperate duo's heart sank as they thought yet more dwellers had appeared. Watever it was stood far taller then the rest, another Alpha perhaps? Or was it yet more horrors come to drag them down...

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Mir and her formian ally Ant battled their way way up the dilapidated stairwell. Ant's great height and Mir's agility proved time and time again to be their saving grace as they hoped, clawed and climbed their way to the next level of the Cyrissian structure they were in. All the while though the sounds of the battle above only intensified and it was unclear as to who or what was winning the fight.

When you both finally reached the next doorway, the Formian halted you and forced open the door just enough so that you could both peer through. It was then you saw the horned one, her tribal weapon held high as she ended yet another of the creatures that sought to destroy her and as you prepared to rush forth Ant bestowed upon you the nature of these creatures. their strength and weaknesses, at least as much as he knew of them.

With that in mind you both quickly came up with a strategy, in the mean time the horned one fell and more of these creatures stormed from a doorway across the hall from you. With that in mind you decided to hold off the reinforcements and Ant would secure the floor...

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The new creatures joining the fight were unlike anything you'd ever seen and the only way to describe the larger one was his appearance was akin to what one would expect from a fire ant. Tall, body covered in a red chitin exoskeleton and wielding four black blades that seemed to pulse with a dark energy. Cassian didn't admire the sight for long as he finally closed the distance, rewarded with a savage stab to his previously wounded leg, as he rammed his dueling sabre into the creatures chest. As he slammed his hilt into its broken ribs, the Alpha gave a loud yelp that soon died off to a whine as its lungs filled with its own blackened fluids. Ael however couldn't help but stand in awe with the savagery this large ant ravaged his opponents. With ever swing of his black blades he ended an opponent and despite the numbers of dwellers that fought it none seemed able to injure the large creature. As this four armed insectoid tore through its enemies like a laborjack's scraper saw, she couldn't help but find her eyes wandering and it was then she saw that this creature had not come alone. Its companion was as unique as their own.

Tall and sleek, possessing powerful lean muscle and bearing a presence that is immediately both appealing and intimidating. Her movements carry a superhuman grace and a sensuous deadliness that scream natural born predator, her skin covered in a coat of velvety orange fur, slashed with dark cinnamon colored stripes, broken up by stretches of pure white on the insides of her arms and legs as well as along the front of her body. Hands and feet both end in razor sharp claws, adding it's primal wildness is its flowing red hair and golden eyes. This feline humanoid holds the doorway from which many of the dwellers had surged out from. As it holds the doorway it claws and rips the throats out of its opponents, proving far deadlier then they are at hand to hand combat. One unfortunate that didn't die as quickly as the others found its stomach being raked open by the felines hind claws, spilling its intestines to the floor as it died a slow and agonizing death.

Between the four of you, you started to make headway against the dwellers. Dishing out blows as the creatures milled about, acting confused, lost and some out right retreating after the fall of their Alpha. As the last one fell the two groups were stuck with eachother, Ael and Cassian standing near the lift. Mir and Ant holding their ground by the now sealed doorway. As the awkward silence lingered the lights of the hallway dimmed and something new materilized between all of you. A figure made up of gears, wiring, metallic limbs and a barely feminine form. It floats ghostly before all of you, seeming to look at you and yet at nothing at all as it holds its hands before itself. Sudden;y strange runes manifest before its outstretched fingers and it starts to tap each of these runes in a blur of motion, none of you are able to keep up with its maddening speed. It's voice is also a series of low to high beeps that make really no sense at all and yet the sounds echo through the metallic chambers like the messages you had heard earlier.

Cassian, however, instantly recognizes this strange and mechanical marvel as Sil.

Cassian Only:

Through MOG's wisdom you understand Sil's words despite how quickly she speaks...

::Initiating Lockdown, preparing temple wide lockdown to limit spread of contagion and neutralize possible outbreak on surface. All personnel make final preparations. Core to go critical in T-Minus two hours, fifteen minutes, thirty six seconds and holding.::

Then for all of its motions, blurring speed and strange language, it suddenly stops. The floating runes fade and the doors at the end of this hall all suddenly lock tight, the lift doors slam shut, the stairway's follow suit and the lighting at the end of this hallway returns to normal. The ghostly figure remains though, floating and regarding you all with a dismissive glance, all of you except Cassian.

Perception DC18:

Sil's entire stance changes at the mere mention of MOG from Cassian. Although it's so subtle that if you hadn't been paying close attention you'd have missed it...

Sil listens to Cassian's words before answering in a flat tone, her voice coming off as several languages at once. "Impossible, containment must be maintained. Emergency protocols have failed. Final protocol's are in effect."

The lights dim sharply and Sil looks to the floor as the stabilize a few seconds later. "Emergency Power at critical stages, Engineer unable to maintain current levels, count down will re-initiate when Emergency back up fails."


Female Human Time Thief 6 [Current HP 37 Total HP 37, Init +5, Perception +9, AC 20/15/15]

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26


Human Lore Warden // Talented Monk 6
Stats:
HP 84/84, Nonlethal 84/84; AC 28, touch 23, Flat Footed 19; CMD 36 (+2 v Trip, +1 v Heavy Blades); Fort +9, Reflex +11, Will +9; Blindsense 30ft; Perception +12; Initiative +5; Acrobatic Dodge (+16) [8/8 day]

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

"You elves aren't exactly the most heartening of folk," Cassian replies grimly, leaning on his sword to take the weight off his wounded leg. "Would you have me believe that in all your races advances the best you can do in the face of defeat is shutter your doors, fold your hands neatly and pleasantly count down your demise? Apologies, love, but I won't have it."

He limps over to a fallen dweller a few paces behind and kicks it over to reveal the pistol and ammo he had given to Aelessaer. As he leans in to pick it up, the beast twitches from repose and dismally claws in his direction. More frustrated than shocked, Cassian casually plants his blade in the creature's skull and bends in again to retrieve his property.

"So... we have just above two hours to repair or replace your temple's core, eh? Take me to it and I will see it done. Containment be damned. When the temple crumbles, and it will at this rate, this contagion you've hoped to suppress will be released to whatever foul devices you designed it for. Take me to the core. Take me there now and we may yet have a chance."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Sense Motive on Sil: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20


Sil blinks at Cassian, seemingly absorbed by his words. "Emotions cannot deny logic Cassian Vespertine. MOG would agree that my logic is undeniable. Resulting Core meltdown will eliminate all possibility of contagion release and will eliminate the Shadow at its core, which will subsequently kill its probes. Your chances of success are not within acceptable margins. Lockdown ensures M. A. D. When the core fails a HIT effect will turn the surrounding area within a mile of this structure to ash. Resulting fallout is within acceptable margins, casualties are expected and acceptable." She speaks like you understand her reasoning, despite having no clue what M. A. D. or HIT's are...

The lights fluctuate again but Sil continues to speak watching as Cassian gathers his weapons. "Despite my logic you continue to resist? The Core is surrounded by these and worse Cassian Vespertine the five of you cannot succeed..."

Sense Motive 18:

She seems to be trying to convince you to accept the inevitable, at least the way she understands it. She hasn't however said that she would stop stop...

Also your words seemed to have shaken her as she turned from cold logic to questioning your will to go on despite knowing that death awaits you at the core. She seems equal parts of curious and confused.

She turns and regards Ant with a surprised expression, her mechanical eyes going wide. "Immortal detected." She rises a hand and from the very palm come several lights in the form of flickering lights that pass over the tall Ant like creature. Before focusing on its chest and stopping moments after it started. She eyes the tall insectoid for a long moment before turning back to Cassian.

The tall insectoid crossed its blades at Sil's sudden intrusion, looking for all the world as if it had been threatened in some way. In that long moment that Sil eyed it the insectoid lowered its weapons and started looking around the room. Eventually it looked to it's companion, Mirrianissa, tilting its head in a strange way. ::DO. NOT. UNDERSTAND.::

Both of the human's wince as foreign voice echoes inside their heads.

Cassian/Ael you can hear the above and for the moment you do not know from where it is coming from...


Female Human Time Thief 6 [Current HP 37 Total HP 37, Init +5, Perception +9, AC 20/15/15]

Ael focuses on the bits she understands, "Reducing everything to ash?"


Shadow Assassin/Shadow Warrior 6 (HP 90 AC 19, T 16, Flat 13 F+5 R+10 W+11 Init +8/10; Senses: Darkvision 60ft Low-Light Vision (X2), Per +16

Just crossing us into 667 posts instead of the other one. Sorta bomp..


Sil's head turns slowly to look at Ael, tilting as if it didn't understand Ael's lack of comprehension. She further's the explanation for Ael's benefit. "Prior to core failure a High-Impulse Thermobaric fuel-air explosive will be unleashed. It consists of a two-stage aerosol ignition which produces a blast wave of significantly greater power and duration than any other known explosive. The vacuum-pressure effect ignites the oxygen between 5,000 and 6,000 degrees and is used when the greatest loss of life and damage to large structures is desired. Coupled with the Backlash from the Ley-Lines destruction from the Temple Cores detonation will significantly increase if not triple the power of the initial explosion. Loss of life will be instantaneous within a mile of the temple." As Ael digests this over abundance of information Sil starts to explore the area by the lift. regarding the corpses with a cold detachment until she stumbles upon Steven.

She hovers near the Sentry, looking down at it curiously and then seems to step back as Steven flares to life. His eyes whirl back and forth, gleaming red at the corpse that surround it. Despite its damage their was some fight left in this Sentry. Sil floats closer and then lowers a ghostly hand over Steven before releasing a burst of energy. This energy miraculously starts pulling all of the Servitors scattered parts back together, rebuilding him piece by dented piece until the Sentry lifts itself back off the floor and moves to float near Cassian once more. Ready to go on.

Di's post coming next~ Flu is still kicking my butt :p

Sil turns to Cassian, floating around him and his Servitor companion as she regards them. Then lifting her hand she does what she did to the Immortal several concentrated lines of energy pass over, through and outline Cassian's form as she regards him with the same cold detachment.


Female Tabaxi Ranger/ Barbarian 6 (Skirmisher, Natural weapon style/ Invulnerable Rager)

Perception1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Distracted by the sight of the strange warriors Miri was atonished to realize she could interpret the words spoken by both the metal woman-thing and the other warriors.

As the creature's light passed over Ant sheprepared to spring, ready to launch an attack to aid her ally. Yet the action was not threatening. As Ant sent his thoughts she replied, now accustomed to his way of speech.

:I am as well. But we fight a common enemy:


DI

The argument is hard pressed and eventually Smitty decides to pay a visit to the Nobles district where your aunt was under the guise of getting some distance between him and the dragon. You happened to catch a glimpse of who assailed the dragon now as you pulled out of the fight. A large warship, far larger then most in the Cygnus fleet and far newer at that. Its chrome colored hull shined brightly with ever flash of the cannons that promised death to the now quickly evading dragon.

As the dragon launched another gout of necrotite green flame at the warship it angled upward and away from the uncoming attack. Responding quickly with a barrage of cannon fire, chain gun rounds and several burst of magical energy. Most of which landed serious hits on the dragon and forced it further into retreat. The warship didn't stand alone though, several squads of dragonriders circled nearby, hemming the dragon in and ensuring that nothing could come to its aid as they pushed it further away from the city.

Your visit to the Nobles was started with a few minutes of concern as old Ironsides appeared to have been damaged and one of the guardposts was in flames. A cryxian Raker apparently had crashed into the guardpost when the aging Airship gunned it down with cannon fire, it didn't go down quickly however and had damaged the oak hull of the old ariship prior to being shot down. As Smitty came down from above, he nearly received the same treatment. Except for some reason they held fire, it wasn't until you got close enough to see who was standing on the broad deck of the security forces airship before you understood why they held their fire. Not surprisingly you find your Aunt on the deck of Old Ironsides, seemingly in command of the security forces that were supposed to be protecting her. She is accompanied still by her noble butler and head maid, both sporting their weapons and armor as well. While simultaneously looking way out of place amid the airship sailors and soldiers.

Profession Soldier DC 12:

This ship was easily Identifiable, The Vigilant, was a mithril plated warship of the newest design and was one of a kind currently among the aging Cygnus fleet. It sported so much new age tech that increased its maneuverability, speed and durability that it was almost unreal to watch as it flew through the air. Even in the short moment you see it, it moves as if it were liquid, so graceful compared to the old savage ship and yet it out maneuvered even the dragon in air superiority. As the dragon unleash a torrent of flame the ship simultaneously would move to a higher or lower position depending on the dragons angle of attack.

It is rumored that only the best are allowed to crew the Vigilant and they are held to the highest of standards as well. It is not unknown for loss of rank and honor for not carrying out their duties while crewing the Vigilant as well.

Pulling alongside old ironsides allows for a boarding plan to bridge the gap and for easier travel between ships...


Crosses

Your plan for the most part succeeds. Aurora casts down her darkness enchanted object and for a brief moment there was a shriek of outrage followed by a howl of rage as Leon's adhesive grenade caught the pair of Cryxians and held them in place. Despite the Warwitches wild blasts of magic and the necrotech's feeble attempt to escape. When you toss the pair of grenades you found earlier down on them, a lot of things happen at once. The spherical one proves to be far worse then you imagined it, as the nails that surround its fragile innards punch through on impact. Allowing air to mix with the liquid inside and resulting in a quick and deadly ignition, which causes a burst of flame and generates a lot of heat really quickly. The second grenade, spurred on to a quicker detonation by the hungry flames, knocks both of you flat on your backs amid the over turned hull. Despite its small anchor like shape, it packed quite a bit of condensed powder and the resulting explosion scattered the flammable liquid from the spherical grenade across the remaining boxes within the hull.

The explosion also brought the Warjack to full awareness, greeting it though were the boxes of ammunition and the overturned cannons that pinned it down still. So as it raged you both had a chance to see the outcome of your plan and are both rewarded and disappointed as you see the Necrotech's body, blown into several distinct chunks but you don't see anything of the Warwitch. So either it was destroyed in the explosion or it sadly escaped.

The Warjack rages, crushing several boxes of ammunition as it tries to break free and there is a fire quickly spreading across the overturned hull. Along with a sizeable hole leading to the next deck down as well...

Up to you Crosses!


MIR

Ant looks to you and then back towards Sil, who apparently didn't hear Ant's confusion or just didn't care enough to clarify for him. CYRISSIANS. TALK. STRANGE.

He aims his antennae towards the floating ghost like figure and looks to be concentrating when Sil Turns to regard the pair of you, still scanning the strange furless creature before it. "We did fight immortal and we failed. Our Enumerators were out fighting and our Acolytes were here with the Chosen. MOG knows this and you know what happened down in the hive."


Human Lore Warden // Talented Monk 6
Stats:
HP 84/84, Nonlethal 84/84; AC 28, touch 23, Flat Footed 19; CMD 36 (+2 v Trip, +1 v Heavy Blades); Fort +9, Reflex +11, Will +9; Blindsense 30ft; Perception +12; Initiative +5; Acrobatic Dodge (+16) [8/8 day]

”A neat trick,” Cassian marvels as Sil recreates his pet with little more than a wave of her meticulously forged hand. ”Mog told me you’d be difficult to sway but I think, despite her vast talents, she’s underestimated you. I see it in your eyes; that insatiable thirst for challenge.” The ex-pirate smiled and moved forward. His long black hair was knotted and dressed in filth, adhered to his forehead through sweat and viscera. The elegant cream leather jacket that fitted to his lithely muscled torso was badly shredded and afoul with the black and green entrails of the many that he fought but somewhere in his posture he radiated regality; ’The Prince of the Free Skies’ so they once called him.

”You are at your core an engineer; inquisitive and dedicated to discovery. I don’t question your logic, for I would be a fool to do so, however I question your recklessness.” He takes another step and shows more teeth. ”A thin margin of success translates to an immense leap in innovation. You’ve grown listless, impaired by the menial chores you can perform with a word and a gesture. If we’re to die anyway, would it not be best to die pushing the boundaries of what your people created you for? Through Mog’s eyes I watched them create you. Beneath your breast you have a heart. An Elven heart. No cold cranking gears or arching currents of energy but a wet mass of dense tissue that uncannily affects your brain with something more powerful than logic. Or at the very least you had one at a time. With two hours left to live, would you rather drown that small voice of hope and eagerly embrace the shadow to suffocate you or would you make one last push in effort to reclaim all it savagely stole from you?”

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Sense Motive on Sil: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Help me, Sil. I'll not die here; not without a sword in my hand or a woman in my arms.

Seriously? Consecutive Nat 20's on Diplomacy checks? Happiness.


Human Lore Warden // Talented Monk 6
Stats:
HP 84/84, Nonlethal 84/84; AC 28, touch 23, Flat Footed 19; CMD 36 (+2 v Trip, +1 v Heavy Blades); Fort +9, Reflex +11, Will +9; Blindsense 30ft; Perception +12; Initiative +5; Acrobatic Dodge (+16) [8/8 day]

I should also mention that Cassian is confused but not entirely concerned by the energy field Sil just launched at him seeing as 'Ant' was just surrounded by the same thing and didn't burst into flames... yet.


Female Tabaxi Ranger/ Barbarian 6 (Skirmisher, Natural weapon style/ Invulnerable Rager)

As the furless warrior male continued to speak with the Cyrissian, Miri drops into a crouch, sitting back on her heels as she watched them, occasionally looking at the furless female.

:Do you understand her words? She calls you immortal:


Sils previous demeanor changes, despite her machine like appearance she looked conflicted. Lost even as Cassian's speech had a more obvious affect on her. "But but but you will suffer terribly if you fail... Their is no logic... Resistance has... But"

She looks to the others, as if looking for someone who voiced an opinion opposite of your own and all she found were determine looks. The tall insectoid appeared to be looking for a way to go on, its furred companion was an especially strong specimen of its species and Ael proved no less helpful in her attempt to prove her logic. When she found no one in agreement with her she slowly descended to the floor and landed. "MOG would agree... with Cassian. The countdown is stalled for now, the Engineer is maintaining the emergency generators. However, it won't last indefinitely, what do you suggest Cassian? What questions can I answer for you?"

Two nat diplo checks can't be ignored, the first one softened her up (alot.....). The second one knocked her down.... ( ( @.@);;; "Well Sh*&..." <--- my exact expression when I saw the second crit...) It defy's LOGIC!?!?! BLARGHITYNICEBLARGHITYJOBBLARGHHFFFCASSIAN!

Tyrn's post coming tomorrow, Di and Crosses is posted~


Ant shook its head as it realized what it is that is implied by Sil's words. ::NAME. OF. HIVE. WARRIOR. CASTE.:: It laid it's blades across it's back once more, yet again they held themselves in place, sheath-less and strap-less. ::INDOMITABLE. IMMORTALS. NEVER. RETREAT.::

It looked back towards the now standing Sil, her ghostly mechanical form standing only a few feet away from the furless one known as Cassian. ::I. AM. THE. LAST.::


Female Human Time Thief 6 [Current HP 37 Total HP 37, Init +5, Perception +9, AC 20/15/15]

As the strange new people fuss about things I don't understand, I move over to Bera's corpse.

Tenderly I roll her onto her back, close her eyes and lay her arms across her chest, cradling her weapon. That done, I use a little water to wash the grime from my fallen comrade's face and say a prayer over her corpse.

After a few moments further contemplation, I rise and walk over to the constructs and the man who are talking so confidently together.

Sometimes, you have to start at the start.

"So, let's talk about this mess. Where are we? And how, by the stars, how did Bera and I end up here?"


Bera's eyes flare open, and her nostril's flare as she jumps up. Clearly startled and confused. She grabs her side where she had been clawed the worst, grunting as she growled. "No dead... Venom... Cowards."

Your question causes Sil's expression to become even more conflicted and then she starts to pass the same series of energy waves over you as she did the man and the tall insectoid. As she does so she speaks in a matter-of-fact way. "This is the third subterranean level of the eastern section of the Temple of the Tranquil Ley. A dedication to the Perfect Conjunction in the name of our Lady of Gears, Cyriss. Chosen Bera was selected, you however show unidentifiable residual energy. As you were not chosen you are not supposed to be here. Cassian shows residual spacial energy as does the Tabaxian. They two were not chosen. Interesting."


Female Human Time Thief 6 [Current HP 37 Total HP 37, Init +5, Perception +9, AC 20/15/15]

Taken aback by Bera's recovery, I embrace her in a warm hug, burying my face in her fur to hide my burgeoning tears.


Shadow Assassin/Shadow Warrior 6 (HP 90 AC 19, T 16, Flat 13 F+5 R+10 W+11 Init +8/10; Senses: Darkvision 60ft Low-Light Vision (X2), Per +16
DM Corerue wrote:

Crosses

Your plan for the most part succeeds. Aurora casts down her darkness enchanted object and for a brief moment there was a shriek of outrage followed by a howl of rage as Leon's adhesive grenade caught the pair of Cryxians and held them in place. Despite the Warwitches wild blasts of magic and the necrotech's feeble attempt to escape. When you toss the pair of grenades you found earlier down on them, a lot of things happen at once. The spherical one proves to be far worse then you imagined it, as the nails that surround its fragile innards punch through on impact. Allowing air to mix with the liquid inside and resulting in a quick and deadly ignition, which causes a burst of flame and generates a lot of heat really quickly. The second grenade, spurred on to a quicker detonation by the hungry flames, knocks both of you flat on your backs amid the over turned hull. Despite its small anchor like shape, it packed quite a bit of condensed powder and the resulting explosion scattered the flammable liquid from the spherical grenade across the remaining boxes within the hull.

The explosion also brought the Warjack to full awareness, greeting it though were the boxes of ammunition and the overturned cannons that pinned it down still. So as it raged you both had a chance to see the outcome of your plan and are both rewarded and disappointed as you see the Necrotech's body, blown into several distinct chunks but you don't see anything of the Warwitch. So either it was destroyed in the explosion or it sadly escaped.

The Warjack rages, crushing several boxes of ammunition as it tries to break free and there is a fire quickly spreading across the overturned hull. Along with a sizeable hole leading to the next deck down as well...

Up to you Crosses!

Leon drops down to the deck in a crouch quickly looking around for the warcaster. With a snarl he sheaths his sword his teeth bared in unreleased rage. He looks over at the out of control Warjack and to the new whole in the ship. "Best leave that monstrosity to its own problems. In for a copper in for a gold I suppose." He says with as he tries to peer down into the hole.

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33


Human Lore Warden // Talented Monk 6
Stats:
HP 84/84, Nonlethal 84/84; AC 28, touch 23, Flat Footed 19; CMD 36 (+2 v Trip, +1 v Heavy Blades); Fort +9, Reflex +11, Will +9; Blindsense 30ft; Perception +12; Initiative +5; Acrobatic Dodge (+16) [8/8 day]

With a triumphant grin stretched across his filthy face, Cassian spins on his heel and for the first time takes a moment to study the others.

Ant wrote:
::INDOMITABLE. IMMORTALS. NEVER. RETREAT.::...::I. AM. THE. LAST.::

”Then it would seem we two have more in common than a fondness for swords, although I must admit that I find it disappointing to discover your kin could not have lived up to their name. Allow me to venture a guess; The Shadow?” He watched the stone oddity curiously for a moment. Immortal… in what sense? A construct obviously not of elven design so who does that leave? Dwarves perhaps; they did have an unparalleled affection for masonry. Well, so they say.

Various Knowledge Checks for Ant the Immortal:

General Classing
Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Identify Construction Materials (what kind of rock(s) is he built of)
Knowledge (Dungeoneering/Planes): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
To get a better idea of who may have created the immortals and what (if any) major events took place involving them.
Knowledge (History): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

”Apart from liquefying your foes in a wave of spinning blades, what assistance could you provide m-er-us?”

Shifting his attention from Ant to the catlike humanoid beside him he gives a warming smile, ”Hellooooo. Hi. Do you understand me? ¿Se puede entender? Pouvez-vous comprendre? Yes?” The look the Tabaxi gave him was enough to answer his question. Whatever spell Sil has been tossing around at us must have bridged that language barrier.

”What skills do you bring with you today, my dear? A quality bow you have there. I once spent a summer with a Lyonessian noblewoman: Valérie Reynaud, Marquise de Bois Blanc. Archery just so happened to be our second favorite pastime. Tell me, are you as skilled with that as you are with your claws?”

Tribal garb. Unsophisticated weapons. Doubtful she would have any skill in aiding in repairs. At least we aren’t lacking for warriors.

The dark featured human seemed tending to her assumedly fallen companion. ’Chosen Bera’ Sil called her… ”What was Bera chosen for?” He asks Sil suddenly. ”And what of the residual spacial energy you mentioned? What does that mean to you?”

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8


Female Human Time Thief 6 [Current HP 37 Total HP 37, Init +5, Perception +9, AC 20/15/15]

Turning to Cassian, I wipe the tears from my cheeks.

"I don't know; I wish I did."

I scratch my neck and peer about, trying to recall my bearings.

"I awoke on a lower level, I was sealed within a casket full of liquid; almost broke my neck getting it open. Bera was in another casket. I think it sustained us without thought: originally I thought this was a ship, that we were being transported somewhere."

"How did you get inside? Can we get out the same way?"


Human Lore Warden // Talented Monk 6
Stats:
HP 84/84, Nonlethal 84/84; AC 28, touch 23, Flat Footed 19; CMD 36 (+2 v Trip, +1 v Heavy Blades); Fort +9, Reflex +11, Will +9; Blindsense 30ft; Perception +12; Initiative +5; Acrobatic Dodge (+16) [8/8 day]

”A few hours ago the Cyrixians decided to invade Rennor, the capital of the Cygnus. I cut down three (or was it four?) of those silly bastards before embarking to a nearby Anti-Aircraft tower when I was plunged into a portal that led me here. Under the assumption I had stumbled into an enemy vessel I resolved to explore the area. Needless to say I was wrong.” Turning to Sil, ”Something tells me that’s no longer a viable escape.”


Human Skyborne Sorcerer 1/ Myterious Stranger Musket Master Gunslinger 4; HP 46/46, AC 22/18/14, Init +8, Perception +9, F7/ R11/ W6
DM Corerue wrote:

DI

The argument is hard pressed and eventually Smitty decides to pay a visit to the Nobles district where your aunt was under the guise of getting some distance between him and the dragon. You happened to catch a glimpse of who assailed the dragon now as you pulled out of the fight. A large warship, far larger then most in the Cygnus fleet and far newer at that. Its chrome colored hull shined brightly with ever flash of the cannons that promised death to the now quickly evading dragon.

As the dragon launched another gout of necrotite green flame at the warship it angled upward and away from the uncoming attack. Responding quickly with a barrage of cannon fire, chain gun rounds and several burst of magical energy. Most of which landed serious hits on the dragon and forced it further into retreat. The warship didn't stand alone though, several squads of dragonriders circled nearby, hemming the dragon in and ensuring that nothing could come to its aid as they pushed it further away from the city.

Your visit to the Nobles was started with a few minutes of concern as old Ironsides appeared to have been damaged and one of the guardposts was in flames. A cryxian Raker apparently had crashed into the guardpost when the aging Airship gunned it down with cannon fire, it didn't go down quickly however and had damaged the oak hull of the old ariship prior to being shot down. As Smitty came down from above, he nearly received the same treatment. Except for some reason they held fire, it wasn't until you got close enough to see who was standing on the broad deck of the security forces airship before you understood why they held their fire. Not surprisingly you find your Aunt on the deck of Old Ironsides, seemingly in command of the security forces that were supposed to be protecting her. She is accompanied still by her noble butler and head maid, both sporting their weapons and armor as well. While simultaneously looking way out of place amid the airship sailors and soldiers....

Pulling alongside old ironsides allows for a boarding plan to bridge the gap and for easier travel between ships...

Profession, Soldier: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 Right.

"Ha!" Diyeana laughs out loud delightedly as she spies the apparent commander of Old Ironsides standing proudly on the deck. Not even bothering to wait until the plank is placed between the ships, as soon as they are close enough she runs and, to the gasps of surprise and concern by many sailors, makes what seems to be an impossibly long and graceful jump between the two ships. Landing like a cat, without missing a stride she runs towards her aunt and picks her up in a tight embrace, swinging her around and laughing with joy and genuine mirth "And here I was being all silly and worried about you! Why, I suppose if I'd come back in another hour or so you'd be running the whole damned Fleet, right?? What happened though? Do you have any further word about the attack and how fares our city?"

Uses Sky Jaunt to fly 15' feet between the ships


TYRN

Everything has gone to hell. You couldn't focus it was hard to remember anything more then pain. Fillandrius was dead, the Senator was dead as well but not before he sent the word out. The Imperials wouldn't take Argos without heavy resistance. They Failed....

Your chest hurts, another heart attack, your body felt like it was on fire on one side and completely dead on the otherside. The Imperial Inquisator stood over you, a black lightening jumping from his hands and striking your body, inflicting more and more terrible pain. It was a spell you knew well, as it was the Inquisatorium's favored spell. Wrack. Literally the person was being wracked, tortured to the point of madness and inducing violent vomiting or worse as well as the spell persisted. But with your condition it caused another attack as this bastard continued to cast it over and over agian. "Suffer Argonian! Your intereference has earned you a miserable existence as my play thing for the rest of your days. Behold the power of the Imper..." The pain stopped, the lightening died on the human's fingertips as the flash of a pistol ended the Inquisator a bullet between his eyes putting him down forever. The creatures that had guarded it turned to look at the one who had killed their master, their tall gaunt forms hunched over as they salivated at the opportunity to feed on something living.

Tel'Adon emerged from a darkened alley, an over and under pistol in one hand and a glowing blade in the other. The creatures separated, one charged Tel'Adon as he shouted to you, his words muffled by the fighting in the streets, the roar of flames from burning buidlings and cannon fire as Argos fought to survive. A thousand airships battled in the skies, creatures born from nightmares were descending on the city or flying above in the skies and the screams of the innocent cried out in anguished fear.

The other creature lunged at you and as you raised your one hand to defend yourself it stopped dead in its tracks. Looking up at someone standing just past your fallen form. It hissed loudly as your eyes fell on Talmarren's glorious form.

Talmarren literally barked at the creature and raised his right hand palm aimed at the creature. "Begone abomination!" Fire leapt from his palm, the purest, whitest flame you'd ever seen and hungrily swept over the creature and reduced it to ash before it could move a muscle. With his opponent dealt with he reached down and hefted you up, elicitng a terrible groan from you as the pain was still unbearable. "It's time Chosen, you won't last much longer if you stay here..." He was interrupted as he blocked a pistol round with his hand and glared at the wounded Tal'Adon, who staggered towards you. "Stay out of this boy..."

"I won't let you take him!"[/smaler] Tel'Adon dropped his pistol and raised his glowing greatsword as he came at Talmarren, pool's of blood marked his every step and it was then you saw the horrible wound in his side. Tel'Adon was dying before your eyes and yet somehow he remained on his feet.

As he swung down on Talmarren, yet again he blocked with his metal clad hand and before Tal'Adon could react Talmarren stepped in and thrusted that same free hand hard into Tal'Adon's gut. As he crumpled forward Talmarren followed it up with a devastating strike with his armored knee, knocking Tal'Adon's head back the other way and sending the dying man's helmet thumping across the cobblestones. Before Tel'Adon hit the cobblestones, Talmarren reached out and yanked him forward and threw him over one shoulder in nearly an instant. The fight had lasted no longer then a few seconds. [smaller]"Sorry Grandson but you shouldn't have gotten in the way... I guess it can't be helped your coming too..."

Talmarren easily carried the two of you through the streets. Dodging the rampant fighting and the rushing footsoldiers, both Argonian and Imperium alike. "You impressed me Chosen, you pushed it. They came at you and you still pushed it, they didn't expect Argos to fight this hard or her allies to rally to her defense so quickly. They will rue this bloody day. Bastards serves them right..."

A burst of white light enveloped one of the districts, enveloping an entire block and followed by the shrieks of dismay from otherwordly creatures. Talmarren laughed heartily shaking you comradely like before stopping as you grunted in pain. "HAHAH! You had lyonessan contacts as well. My my you are..." He paused as a group of men marched by in laquered armor, you easily recognize it as O-Yori or Qin Great Armor. One man was mounted and armed with a fantastic bow of beautiful design. You understood their words perfectly through the fog of pain as the mounted warrior pointed with his naginata and shouted to the footsoldiers around him. "Secure the street, by the Dragon Clan's honor they shall not take Argos... In the name of the Emperor we will retake this city!" The response was near defeaning. "HAI! For the Clan, FOR THE EMPEROR!" The Qin Samurai drew their blades and ran in a fashion where they kept the blade low and ready to strike as the mounted warrior rode beside his valiant men. It wasn't long before the sounds of combat came rolling up the street.

"That'll stir up the hornets nest. Qin Samurai never break, Inquisators be damned..." He hefts you and carries the both of your further, Tal'Adon was breathing shallowly and appeared to be weakening. Finally Talmarren sighed. "Screw this, prepare yourself Chosen." His armor started to warm up, almost unbearably hot as the swirling patterns that danced across his form spun faster and faster and then sudden the feeling of being yanked HARD tugged on every part of your form as the street faded away and you appeared in your home.

The bodies of the four men who had come to kill you were there and your memories were slowly coming back to you. The pain though was unbearable and as your poor heart struggled to stay going. Talmarren settled oyu in a chair and set Tal'Adon gently on the floor before making you more comfortable.

It was a moment later before the female appeared as well, Silandra, Sylandra. God your chest hurt as the wracking spell still ran rampant in your system. "Where have you been woman!" Grunted Talmarren, she glared at him as she responded. "It's complete chaos out there. Sil is going to have a damn fit! Mog is going to tan our hides for getting involved. Sylin's been damaged badly, you just had to anger a Helljack! A god damn HELLJACK!"

Talmarren pointed to you. "Quit Jawjacking he's dying over here, along with this noble fool. Besides the damn construct deserved a beating and Sylin is more then able to take care of himself!"

When she turned to look at you she looked like she was going to cry. "Oh gods... What did they do to you..." She ripped open your shirt and the smell of burned flesh was instantly apparent and she grimaced, looking even more pained before laying her hands on your chest and messaging rock hard and straining muscles. "Your poor heart..." Then the pain faded, almost completely, a mere back drop to the pounding headache you had from being knocked to the cobblestones earlier.

Then on your deck another form appeared, tall, metallic and missing a couple metal legs as it collapsed on your patio table and crushed it completely. Smoke and the smell of burned parts rolled in when one of its legs flopped over and toook ouot your glass door in one shattering hit. Sylin had returned and he looked terrible. The swirling patterns were slow, almost weak looking as he just laid there on your completely destroyed patio.

His metallic voice rolled in, weak and gugrling as well. you didn't know how bad off he was but you knew it was bad. "My matrix... it's been destroyed... the Imperial artiller ship... it's destroyed... Helljack... eliminated. High Lord Cremorian is dead... I'm... unable..."

Talmarren strode out, the woman stared on at you a sad look in her eyes as she worked whatever magic she was using on your injured heart. Talmarren kneeled next to Sylin and pat his battered plating. "Let's get you back, I won't let you die here you magnificent bastard. Not now. Argos will know your name one day."

Sylin's voice stopped Talmarren though as he spoke low, the gurgling more like a choking noise. "It was... predicted... her calculations were ture... I would die... in the city of reason... on the eve of their... direst need. I... would.. stand... and they... wou... ld... I.. ha..ve no... reg...ets... Cyr... iss..." Sylin's words sounded like a long hiss and its body moved slightly. Once, twice as it's legs twitched like a dying spider before curling up under its broken form as its life faded forever.

The woman sobbed and Talmarren bowed his head as Sylin's body began to burn. Talmarren looked up and plunged his hands into the broken chest plate, prying some glowing orb free with his bare hands as Sylin's form began to melt away, urning through the roof of your home at a rapid rate...

Talmarren pulled something out of the wreckage and slid it into his armored chest plating. He gave a pained hiss as his own swirling patterns slowed drastically. "Not today old friend, NOT TODAY!"

Sorry for the long post, I will answer your previous questions in a moment and I took some artistic liberties as to what you would do to save the city and the repercussions of those choices as well. If I assumed too much please let me know~

Saint Sylin:

The memory of this is burned into your memory, the Helljack had been tearing through Argonian footsoldier's nearly unstoppable. Even Argonian Warjacks couldn't slow it down. Those men who didn't die quickly were grabbed and jammed into its furnace, to be literally cooked alive as power for this abomination. Talmarren's voice was etched in your mind as he berated the tall spiderlike Sylin who stood watching from afar, emotionless. Unmoved by the Argonian plight.

::Have you forgotten what you used to be, A Hero! A protector of the weak and innocent. What happened to you!? Where has that elf gone!::

::It is as it must be...:: Was all that Sylin said in his dead metallic tone.

At least that was how it was before the Helljack crashed into a building and when it tore free it came staggering out carrying a child in its clawed hand. As it tore open it's boiler to stuff the child in, sobing and fearful a man emerged, throwing himself at the boiler door and slamming it shut. He wasn't alone, a dozen gun shots rattled the Helljack, a lance snapped off in it's furnace door, pinning it shut for a moment as the men of Argo's rallied against the enemy warjack. But it was all to no avail. They were thrown back, scattered by single sweep of its hand and tearing open its boiler once more it went to jam the child in.

An eagle cried out in the sky then, coming down on the warjack with reckless abandon and clawing at its arm for a moment. Distracting somehow, the child sobbed, screaming as the soldiers readied another charge. The Eagle however, continued to attack and claw at the Warjacks armored head and then it happened. It happened so quickly, so maddeningly fast. Sylin, vanished and appeared before the Helljack amid the soldiers of Argos and in one savage blow he shattered the jack's hand and scooped the child out of the air. He then threw the child to a nearby soldier as the jack responded to its new attacker. Sylin blocked and stepped in another shattering hit as he dented the jacks boiler door. Making it unusable and the hit made the Helljack stagger back.

The men of Argos rallied, a soldier held the child aloft and men roared, fueled by desperation, grasping at hope and astounded by the appearance of a warjack that could take on the helljack. Sylin ignored the cheers, the helpful humans as he and the Helljack fought. He would strike heavy blows and the Helljack did as well. Blow for blow they fought neither backing down as they were driven to destroy one another.

Talmarren laughed as he thrust a fist in the air. "An Eagle Knight until the end!I knew that he still had it in him. I owe you, you damn bird!" He pointed at the Eagle that swooped, struck and circled the fighting jacks. Why it fought was astounding but yet it attacked again and again apparently enraged by the Helljack...


Male Human, Cygnan

Wowza! The shit really hit the fan. I will need some things clarified. Such as... where am I? Haha. I'm assuming this is two days from my last post (the tea shop with Tal'Adon?). I'm also assuming I had already contacted reinforcements. So Filandrius is dead, but when did he die? The day I went to the tea shop? Or soon after that? Would he have been able to give me more information on what he was researching? Ooo! And my girlfriend Sylandra is back. Talmarran better be nice to her ;)

Oh, I'm also assuming Tyrn is healed back to provide responsive functions? Or should he be role played with suffering? I'll post something neutral so that either tone can be applied. :)

Tyrn shivered with....

Oh, and what's a warjack/helljack/and who are the creatures that were going to feed on someone? I had trouble envisioning what they look like and I also thought the creatures were Cryxian. Are they monstrous slaves of the Imperium? Also, I imagine Sylin to look like a drider but with mechanical bottom half, and such. Okay, ANYWAYS!

Tyrn shivered in unbearable pain as the Wrack spell coursed throughout his body. He wanted to pass out, but his body wouldn't let him. Perhaps a treacherous characteristic of the spell itself in order to enhance the victim's suffering. Tyrn admitted, he respected such power. He just felt disappointed something so powerful couldn't be used to enhance one's pleasure; not pain. It is the result of damaged peoples' inability to express their emotions that lead to such atrocious uses of magic.

The sight of Talmarran finally convinced him that he was not crazy, and the pain he was feeling only affirmed that thought. What seemed like seconds, Tyrn regained consciousness in the "comfort" of his own home. With the lovely ambiance of war to go with it. Tyrn recalled vaguely some things he heard Talmarran say.

"...ugghhh...gra.....grandson?.." I KNEW IT! I F%*$ING CALLED IT! he said inloud (opposite of outloud? hah) with much joy, Adaboy, T! You should never doubt yourself ever again. You're just too smart. These elves think they're so subtle. Well surprise sur...
His thoughts are rudely interrupted by the remnants of the spell. He lets out a painful howl as Sylandra heals him. His cries turn to pants and sighs of relief. Like at the end of good sex. Sorry, I just always imagined healing spells feeling like an orgasm, only on the site of "healage" and not... well... normal.

I'll let you take it from here, as I'm not sure of the state of Dr. Jade. Sorry for so many questions! I'd just need more of a base to go with. I know you're crazy busy right now. Congratulations, by the way! That's so exciting. Are you going to name him something awesome? Like "Rage"? Also, best of luck with the investigation. Your job certainly doesn't lack excitement.


Human Lore Warden // Talented Monk 6
Stats:
HP 84/84, Nonlethal 84/84; AC 28, touch 23, Flat Footed 19; CMD 36 (+2 v Trip, +1 v Heavy Blades); Fort +9, Reflex +11, Will +9; Blindsense 30ft; Perception +12; Initiative +5; Acrobatic Dodge (+16) [8/8 day]

Judging by the dim in Aelessaer’s bright eyes, Cassian could tell his was not the answer she was hoping for. ”Have you never used a pistol before?” he asks her gently and edges closer. ”Regretfully, I was under the assumption that any civilized person with operable fingers had fired a gun at least once.” Was that a snide remark at the Tabaxi's expense? No… No it’s fine. ”It’s very simple to learn, too simple in fact. All you must do is point this end at what you want to kill,” following his own instruction he directs the double-barreled pistol towards the sealed lift doors. ”Press the button and presto! A convenient alternative in defense though it wholly lacks the passion and skills of a worthy sword. Take it if it would please you.” He spins the weapon on his index finger maintaining a casual smile, reverses direction and dexterously turns it around to offer it to her grip first. Again.

Ael – Time Thief is prof with all martial weapons. Not trying to pressure you or anything but feel free to take my pistol if you’d like it. Just trying to be neighborly :-)


Female Tabaxi Ranger/ Barbarian 6 (Skirmisher, Natural weapon style/ Invulnerable Rager)

Miri studies the swordsman as he continues to talk, supprised that she can understand his words if not the point of his rambling. He was obviously showing the woman a weapon, one that he thought easy to use, not a surprise for one wearing so many layers of delecate drapery and smelling as perfumed as he did.

He reminded her of one of the city dwelling priestesses. Were it not for her witnessing his deadliness in combat she would have thought him incapable battle.

"I understand your words." she said, rising to her full height.

"I am Mirrianissa, Champion of the Tigress and warrior ofthe Tabaxi. Ant and I have battled our way here through a horde of these dark ones." she says, regarding the mangled bodies of the fallen around them. "Though I do not know where here is."


Female Human Time Thief 6 [Current HP 37 Total HP 37, Init +5, Perception +9, AC 20/15/15]

"Cryxian invasion of Rennor. Is this temple anywhere near Cygnus?"

I thought guns were exotic?

I take the proffered weapon with a shrug, to appease the bravo, "I just never really got used to them."


Shadow Assassin/Shadow Warrior 6 (HP 90 AC 19, T 16, Flat 13 F+5 R+10 W+11 Init +8/10; Senses: Darkvision 60ft Low-Light Vision (X2), Per +16

Martial with the rules Coreue is using.


Ant's Response
The tall insectoid looks to Cassian, its eyes black and unreadable as its voice echoes in his mind. ::THE..... MISSHAPEN. BETRAYAL. THEY. WANTED. QUEEN. WE. PROTECTED. HER. ::

Your second question causes the towering ant to tilt its head in either curiosity or confusion. MORE. THEN. CAN. EXPLAIN.

Sil's response

Sil cocks her head at you as if the answer were obvious and, shaking her head, explains. "The Chosen are those select few who were deemed as needed in the future. What she can do is for her to explain." Sil stands completely unaffected by the glare Bera was giving her as the horned anthro staggered her way upright.

Sil pauses and for a moment her eyes start to flash, a multitude of different colors in a dizzying display of images. It's too quick for you to understand exactly what she is doing but after a few moments she shakes her head. "The rift you stepped through has closed. As has yours." She looks pointedly at Mir.

Knowledge about Ant:

Other then various flights of fancy, fantasy and just plain fictitious stories. You've never heard of or read about such creatures ever existing in actual history...

Knowledge about Spacial Rift?:

Your 3 rolls we about that yes Cassian?

At Ael

Sil raises a mechanical eyebrow before shaking her head, revealing multitudes of clockworks whirling and turn in the sides of her neck. "Your homeland doesn't exist here, the Old World as we have come to call it. This land is the Shining Sea, Terra-Nova, The Promised Land..." She pauses for a long moment looking to Ant. "A new beginning, it was why we fought so hard to protect this world." Ant looks back at Sil and nods.


Tyrn

Warjacks are a type of construct that possesses a magical/mechanical core that acts like a brain for them. Also called a Cortex. Warjacks are like a tank with legs and arms. Most require a lot of fuel to run, but some. Like the Helljack, can use bodies or souls as fuel.

Filandrius:

Your time with Tel-Adon was longer then you expected and Filandrius left a note for you before closing up his shop to speak with him the next day about some interesting findings. When you arrived the next day, his shop blinds were drawn, his shop was dark, way too dark for a man who made his living copying and making tomes. He was different, cold, emotionless and his eyes though were assessing, calculating. He watched you in a way that made your hairs stand up on end. Before you got more then a few feet in the small book shop you saw something amiss.

Someone's foot sticking out of one of the rows of shelves, wearing the familiar slippers you had bought your old friend years before and when you looked back at this creature wearing your friends skin. The trap was sprung.

How you survived surprised even you, this creature was far more lithe and, had you not struck some lucky blows, you would have joined Filandrius in the hereafter. When it stopped twitching what laid before you was a creature with grayish skin. Filandrius skin faded away revealing something that looked almost unfinished, with a narrow head, gaunt limbs, and a sinister, noseless face. It's eyes were black, devoid of any color and completely merciless as you came to realize firsthand...

It wasn't the last time you encountered them.

Your sister fled Argos without a word to you, news traveled to you from your various contacts in the city and mere hours after you heard about it her home was robbed. Then burned, the first of a handful of homes that were robbed by unknown thieves in the city.

Seeking another route to bring aid to Argos before time ran out, you sought out your connections as a Diplomat. Senator Cennerial Telfin, a decent man and well respected politician, who at first regarded you like you were a mad man. Even you started doubting your story of bogeyman who stole the forms of those close to you. But eventually he broke and listened to your advice.

That night you returned to the Senator's home to see how things were progressing and at first everything was fine until you started noticing something odd with his staff. Some of their eyes were dead, liek Filandrius's... Doppleganger. And before you could warn the Senator, they struck. The Senator's bodyguard were quickly overwhlemed, you nearly joined them but through the aid of a quick sword arm and your calculating mind you stayed a step ahead of them. The Senator never made it out of the home, but his children did, between you and some of his surviving bodyguard you ensured his wife and children made it out. Just barely.

With them secured you went home and, to your surprise, found your sister waiting for you. She was fearful, afraid of men who were pursuing her. When you consoled her in a brotherly fashion she stuck a knife in your side and laughed scornfully. Staggered by your wound you barely survived when you realized she hadn't come alone. Three of the narrow headed, gaunt, grey skinned humanoids came rushing out at you as she shrieked with laughter.

Whatever had taken the form of your sister was far more manipulative then the one that had taken Filandrius's form. By the time the fight was over you collapsed bleeding in your living room, the dopplegangers were dead. Killed by your hand and yet you didn't know and dread what fate had befell your sister. You awoke the next morning to the sound of cannons, fire and the sight of creatures descending from the decks of attacking Imperial ships.

Your heart sang as they were met by Arognian warships that had been readied in advance. The Senator had not died in vain.

You struck out then, injured, tired and sore, in search of Tel'Adon and to your horror you found the Imperial Consulate burning. You stormed in, heedless of the danger and found the pair of bodyguards dead on the first floor, they too were dopplegangers. After a fruitless search, finding nothing more then corpses and fire, you struck back out into the city and fought alongside your fellows in an attempt to protect the city. That was until the Inquisitor found you and put you upon the Wrack as a reward for your service...

The creatures that had acted like the Inquisitor's body guard appeared human but were extremely strong and savage in the way they fought. Normal weapons did little to harm them and what little injuries they received healed moments later. They also fed on those who laid dying in the street, what they were though you were not too sure...


Male Human, Cygnan

Ah! Very nice. Okay, everything makes sense now. And the creatures I am supposed to be confused about so that works. So okay, that all happened up until my previous post. Coolio.

Still in pain, but more functional, Tyrn forces himself off the floor and onto his knees while covering his wound his "sister" so kindly delivered to him. Damn Imperium... forging alliances with creatures designed around deception...
He painfully speaks...
"Talmarran...... our chance to make a move is passing... the Imperium is hitting heavy resistance from the Argonians. Please, while I have a chance, you must let me leave to find my sister!" Tyrn is well aware that he's in denial. He knew his sister was dead.

It hit him that the he was the last of his known family, and for the first time in decades, began to tear.

"Such an atrocity was committed today. What terrible warfare these barbarians conducted. They were in the city the whole time... they've been planning this for so long and you couldn't see it... you're too old! Time to be put down, dog! You never belonged here! Among such terrible terrible people... this world disgusts me... All of your efforts have been lost and you were a fool think you had any influence over the peace and prosperity of free people!" He was oblivious to the fact that he was yelling at himself out loud. His psychotically angry tone was uncharacteristic compared to his usual calm and joyful manner. He picked up a cane he had lying nearby and used it to aid him over to his desk where he left his pipe. He sat, smoked, and thought. In his usual tone: "Talmarran: I cannot help this world from here. I must leave 'here', and I know you know how to do it. I care for this planet and all its beautiful species it has created. I'm simply stuck in a moment of time; a phase of our great civilizations. I must see that its future is safe."


Female Human Time Thief 6 [Current HP 37 Total HP 37, Init +5, Perception +9, AC 20/15/15]

I cock my head in thought and, after a few moments, slowly unravel a mental thread. What I can do, no-one else can do that... maybe that's why I'm here...
I turn to Sil, "Sorry, I don't know your name. I'm Aelessaer, but people call me Lucky. Or they did." I take a breath and hesitate for a moment, "This might seem like a stupid question but, what's the date?"


Human Skyborne Sorcerer 1/ Myterious Stranger Musket Master Gunslinger 4; HP 46/46, AC 22/18/14, Init +8, Perception +9, F7/ R11/ W6

Do-ro-ro...so, I think the 2-3 posts for everyone else to Diy's one ratio has been reached now, yes? Diy time?? ; p


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Shadow Assassin/Shadow Warrior 6 (HP 90 AC 19, T 16, Flat 13 F+5 R+10 W+11 Init +8/10; Senses: Darkvision 60ft Low-Light Vision (X2), Per +16

I'm still waiting on what I see down the hole.


Crosses

The hole reveals what appears to be another cramped deck, however you don't spot much movement and, except for the burning debris that has rolled into the next floor, there are a multitude of corpses littering this floor. A few sport the red painted dog head of the Red Shields. Those few that do appear to have been eviscerated and one appears to have had his heart forcefully ripped out. By the look of how much blood is around these corpses, they were alive when this brutal fate befell them.

The sounds of combat are echoing throughout this now open deck, the Red Shields appear to be still encountering heavy resistance or the Cryxian's are fighting among themselves for some reason...


Di

Your Aunt Tesa's smile after your brief embrace fades when you ask your question and she shakes her head sadly. "We're not faring well, Old Ironsides is a ship of the line but if more then three Rakers come she's finished. These men are solider guardsmen and pilots but they are not seasoned soldiers, hell we don't any warjacks to match the cryxian's. As for the rest of the city I... I don't know. They're holdin', it's the only thing I can hope for. The Cryxian's are beginning their end game..." Her Butler's face looks more stern then before, he rests his hand on his trusted weapon as he stands staring off into the Rennor. Agnes looks pained as well, remaining silent.

In the distance the roar of cannon fire continues to echo near the horizon, the fires of falling airships light up the skies in the distance. Several fires burn, unchallenged throughout the city as well and from aboard Old Ironsides things looked grim for Rennor...


Ael

Sil looks at you as you ask your question and answers simply. "I am S. I. L. and the current year is unknown. The temple has been without adequate power for several years, decades and perhaps even centuries. Degradation of the systems has resulted and to put it simply. I have been unable to see outside of the temple for some time. I have however been able to note disturbances in certain quadrants, but my sight was limited until now."

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