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The Foundry


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Kyle Reluctant psychic
Attributes:
Awareness: 3 Coordination: 3 Ingenuity: 4 Presence: 3 Resolve: 5 Strength: 3
Story: 12

On Changling's words: Any intelligence I have I developed myself. They built a machine. I made myself into a man. Atlas may be a crude communicator, but on matters concerning the league he's not mistaken.

To Val: Forgive the intrusion, but we have additional need to speak with you. We're looking for your father. That is to say we're going into the caves to find him. Is there anything you can tell us to make our mission more successful?


Storyweaver 10

Val looks at Kon'Zu with a brightness in her eyes that none of them had seen before, which lights up the entire room. "You are?!" She looks at Changeling, "Oh, right, you mentioned that. I'm sorry, it's just, with all the excitement..." Looking at the destroyed robot for a second, she looks back up at the group. "But of course you are. You'll rescue him just as you rescued me!"

She almost moves to take Kon'Zu and Changeling by the hands, but realises that it isn't exactly appropriate behaviour for a lady. With a cough, she collects herself. "Please, let me show you the Foundry. I would like it if you could consider it home, and use it as a base between your expeditions. It really is the least I can do." Looking pointedly at Atlas, she adds "I'd beg you to treat it, and my own home, with respect. But the tavern is otherwise yours, with my blessing."

"Please," she adds. "Let me show you around, and answer any questions I can about my father." She gestures to the room. "This mess can wait. I just want him home."

Unless there are any objections, she'll lead you to another of the three buildings. I'll get a map together for the place.

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Atlas obediently follows. "She was terrorized by a second robot? If I find another rampaging Forged I will engage it in glorious combat!"


Male Unknown Fae Charlatan | Lvl 1 | XP 1 | HP: 18/18 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d6 | STR -1 | DEX 0 | CON 0 | INT 1 | WIS 1 | CHA 2

Just presume I didn't leave the building and have my subsequent musings.

Changeling can only glare at Atlas. He doesn't know what he expected from the Mech. His voice drips with sarcasm as he replies. "Yes. It was a rogue robot of Karamoss, installed with only with ancient and murderous directives. Perhaps it was a leftover from the Red Redoubt's bloody campaign." There wasn't a chance it knew about that personally. Any of his robots from THAT part of history would have gone rampaging through the streets before now. Given that Atlas hadn't, he wasn't from then.

As he turns back to Val, he's positively cheerful in contrast to a moment ago. "Why, of course. I thank you for your hospitality." Changeling bows again, and offers his hand to her. The assumption would be a handshake, but he has no objections to being taken by it. "I hope we have a fruitful partnership. Lead the way, my lady."


Male Cold-Blooded Monk | Lvl 1 | XP 0 | HP: 23/23 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d8+1 | STR -1 | DEX +2 | CON +1 | INT 0 | WIS +1 | CHA 0

I wasn't set officially on this task, but I do hope you won't mind my inclusion, young lady. Chimaru rushes past everyone and gently pats her on the back.

I'll make the utmost haste and effort in finding your beloved father.


Storyweaver 10

Val gives a gracious bow to Chimaru. "Anyone who would seek to assist my father is more than welcome." She gives one last look at the robot on the floor, and kind of shudders, turning from it as she leads them outside and towards the Foundry's Tavern.

Within the tavern, the regular bar tables have been piled up to make space. In the main area, there are five bedrolls set out; there's also a large table capable of accommodating the group for dining. In the side rooms, there is space for storing equipment. One room has a large tin bath.

"Please reserve this for bathing!" announces Val. "If you want a bath drawn, the servant can do it in the morning or evening, when they're here. Don't use it for experiments, potions or molten metal. If you want use of father's foundry, we can open it up, I suppose. But note - there aren't any toys in there!".

"There you go, let me know if there's anything else I can do. Please don't wreck the place. Garl, please keep an eye on them," She briefly eyes Atlas, "especially him."

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Male Unknown Fae Charlatan | Lvl 1 | XP 1 | HP: 18/18 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d6 | STR -1 | DEX 0 | CON 0 | INT 1 | WIS 1 | CHA 2

"I assure you I won't need watching. I will not say the same about them." Changeling gestures to Atlas. "I have no intentions of troubling you further, though I think I want to have a word with them. Thank you once again." Changeling looks for the part of the room that seems the least breakable, and heads there, gesturing to Atlas to follow. He would talk to Chimaru, but he needed to find out how bad the issue was with Atlas.

As soon as the bot approaches, he looks up to their supposed face. "Tell me this. Why are there no non-violent solutions where the Technic League are concerned? You wouldn't be the first to say such, but I want to know if there is any reasoning behind it." He expected little of a machine from the crazed creator, but if he could curb their tendencies, he had to try. He was not letting such a hazard go unmonitored.

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As the young human female designation Val gave the group a tour of the inner sanctum, the hulking battlemech lumbered along silently, ever vigilant to further surprise attacks. One must never lower one's guard, for the guile of the Technic League knew neither rules nor bounds.

He was about to inquire as to the tactical plan of assaulting the Forge, when he noticed that everyone was looking at him. He couldn't understand their subtlety, so he assumed they were afraid of the Technic League and were looking to him for protection. A reasonable assumption. They are smart.

As the Changling calls for audience, Atlas follows, the A-TAC preparing the various tactical questions of assault sure to follow.

When he asked about the reasoning behind it, the Forged nodded his steel-clad head. He was obviously asking so he could kill members of the League better, without being bothered by the weak biological flaw of his conscience. The assaultmech answers in his normal tone, the room reverberating with deep timbre.

"You are right to come to me for advice on this. It is well documented that all attempts at diplomacy with the vile Technic League have been met with betrayal and villainy.

In 3574, the Grand Sage Herodotus, knowing of our Lord's interest, contacted Lord Karamoss to entrust him with a technical readout of a Gearsman. When Lord Karamoss arrived for the exchange, the Grand Sage's living abode was on a pile of hot ash. A horde of Technic League soldiers had been seen leaving the city the same morning.

In 3589 High Librarian Etrian Platea, assisted by our Lord, completed a survey of the Silver mount. He left our Lord to publish it. His corpse was found two weeks later with no trace of the book. The booted feat of Gearsmen were around the body.

In 3636, our Lord Karamoss perfected his ultimate creation: The BioForged, a mechanical being capable of sustaining an organic brain. That same year Lord Karamoss befriended and fell in love with Datia, a human woman afflicted with a fatal disease. Our Lord successfully placed her brain within the BioForged, and they rented the entire second floor of the Clearwater Resort for a week.

Two days into their stay the remains of the BioForged were found floating in the resort's hot-spring, the head missing, and a known Technic League assassin was seen fleeing the city.

The assassin did not stop until he reached Absalom."


Kyle Reluctant psychic
Attributes:
Awareness: 3 Coordination: 3 Ingenuity: 4 Presence: 3 Resolve: 5 Strength: 3
Story: 12

Kon'zu eyes the bath tub, half listening to Atlas rambling. He did not think Val would appreciate him filling it with restorative motor oil.

When do we plan on making our way to the tunnels? It's my understanding that our task is time sensitive.


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Male Unknown Fae Charlatan | Lvl 1 | XP 1 | HP: 18/18 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d6 | STR -1 | DEX 0 | CON 0 | INT 1 | WIS 1 | CHA 2

Changeling listens carefully to Atlas as he speaks. This...was proving insightful. It seems the robot had misunderstood his intent earlier. And besides, this was fascinating! He'd had little chance to learn history outside of the bounds of Torch. He'd had the chance to get a few firsthand and secondhand accounts of many events by travellers, but he'd never been able to read any actual history books. Not for lack of desire, though. Some day he'd learn the written language as well as the verbal.

He visibly as the robot continues through, though. Bio-Forged? And an ASSASSIN? THAT was the reason for the assault? This...wow. He may just be privy to some info lost to time before now. This was something that deserved to be shared. People needed to know-

Changeling takes a moment to compose himself. This wasn't relevant to what was happening here and now. He of anyone knew how important it was to keep track of time. His attention returns to Atlas. "You bring up some points of interest. Allow me to present my own." A smirk creeps across his currently half-orcish face. "Why did you assume I meant diplomacy? As much as I am fond of it, I doubt you'd have reason to know that. I am just as aware as you how treacherous the League are. But perhaps allow me to provide a different way of looking at things."

"You seek to destroy the League as an entity, Atlas. What you are failing to notice is that while individuals may be part of the League, the League is not always part of the individual. As a whole, those monsters are pretty powerful, but when you look down in the parts that make the League up, unique vulnerabilities are exposed." He could only hope Atlas was understanding. This was important.

"Let me elaborate. Individual members of the League are capable of being dealt with in a different manner to the League as a whole, depending on the individual in question. Some, if you are lucky, are able to be converted into a friendly asset, or otherwise deterred from continuing association with the League."

"Even if such is not possible, there are other options than immediate violence. Most thinking League members are vulnerable to manipulation and deception. By taking advantage of this, you can convince them to undertake actions that will prove helpful to us, either letting us undermine their cause or gather information without the typical resistance, or directing them to cause damage to themselves as the League. Even if a deception is uncovered, that may not be enough to allow the League to fully prevent the damage said deception creates, if at all."

"My point is that there is more than one way to damage the League than immediate application of force to its constituent members. Rather, that you can get the League to help you harm it through the subtle manipulation of its constituent parts. It is not an idea you have so far demonstrated awareness of, so I thought it would only be helpful to bring it to your attention. Use of more subtle means allows more efficient destruction of the League, with reduced risk of losing assets."

He NEEDED Atlas to understand this. Otherwise, Atlas would ruin golden opportunities, and they were going to end up fighting each other as soon as the robot got the wrong idea. Just convincing him to delay his actions temporarily was enough. He wasn't expecting them to put the idea in practice effectively.

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The Assaultmech stands motionless, trying to absorb the Changeling's words. He seems to make a few jerky movements a few times, and once the laser canon deploys, but it quickly comes back down, as if the mech was trying to solve some inner turmoil with it's favorite solution--violence.

"We are/will/can acknowledge that greater damage to the Technic League may be possible through violence equals zero methods. You may identify ONE situation for which attack patterns are called for with a greater than 51 percent efficacy, and may receive a brief delay in the attack plan.

The status of the League before and after such a situation will be evaluated. If projected losses from attack patterns are greater than realized losses from non-violent action solution, the theorem will be said to be considered false.

And your status as a Technic League agent will be brought up for re-consideration."

Why exactly Atlas referred to himself as "we" is unclear.


Male Unknown Fae Charlatan | Lvl 1 | XP 1 | HP: 18/18 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d6 | STR -1 | DEX 0 | CON 0 | INT 1 | WIS 1 | CHA 2

He...hadn't expected it to cause this much of a problem. This was...concerning. Still, it was something. He just had to be careful from here on.

"Very well. We have an agreement." Changeling looks Atlas over for any further signs of instability. "Don't be stupid, Atlas. The Technic League aren't the only ones that can suffer losses from your 'attack patterns'. You don't seem to account for or care about that, and that's my biggest issue with you."

He walks away with that, heading now for Chimaru. He knew little of the basilisk, so it was time to remedy that. "Well, hello there. I may have heard my name, but I never caught yours." A flagrant lie, but he wouldn't know that. "Care to fill us in on who you are? If we are to work together, we should at least know who you are and what you're capable of." He smiles as he waits for the reply. Better to seem welcoming to a new face.


Male Cold-Blooded Monk | Lvl 1 | XP 0 | HP: 23/23 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d8+1 | STR -1 | DEX +2 | CON +1 | INT 0 | WIS +1 | CHA 0

I seem to recall meeting you? Ah whatever you Orcs all look the same to me.

Yes Chimaru has a serious superiority complex.

Nevertheless I have heard of your quest, was apparently a little late to join the party at that time and so here I am requesting to do so now. You will find that I am quite skilled at neutralizing any violence before it erupts into damage on either side. My endeavours are primarily of self-preservation, followed by deep Pacifism. In your current predicament you should find that I will be most helpful. [b] Chimaru has started picking up his talking speed near the end there, the last 2 sentences spoken nigh twice as fast as you've ever heard anyone talk.


Male Unknown Fae Charlatan | Lvl 1 | XP 1 | HP: 18/18 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d6 | STR -1 | DEX 0 | CON 0 | INT 1 | WIS 1 | CHA 2

"Us orcs look the same, do we?" Oh dear. He hated when people like this turned up in the world. Bad things always seemed to follow them. Perhaps this could do with curbing somewhat...he was likely to learn his talents anyway. Everyone else had. As long as his true face remained hidden, this should be alright.

Beguiler's Cloak: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 2 = 8
Perfectly mimics mannerisms and poise, and is not broken when touched casually.
Chimaru suddenly finds his own face staring back at him. Not just his face. All of him. Acting like him too, down the last detail. Only the voice and the scent are different to his notice. "I'm sure there are people that would say the same of basilisks. I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate hearing that."

Beguiler's Cloak: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 6) + 2 = 13
Affects body temp, voice, and scent, is not broken when touched casually, and appears normal in reflections.
And with that, it's back to the appearance before. "It's half-orc, by the way. And you still haven't given your name. Thank you for telling me what you can do...Basilisk." It's within Chimaru's ability to notice that the voice Changeling uses now is different to the one from when he was his doppleganger.


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Male Cold-Blooded Monk | Lvl 1 | XP 0 | HP: 23/23 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d8+1 | STR -1 | DEX +2 | CON +1 | INT 0 | WIS +1 | CHA 0

Apologies, the name's Chimaru. And actually I feel unoffended by such manerisms. I do not concern myself with such trivial details as identity. The existence of my personal identity exists only because others require means to distinguish me from other Basilisks, let alone cold-blooded in general. It is nice to meet all of you, make no mistake. But do not feel offended if I have cleared my mind of your identity soon after we may part once more.


Male Unknown Fae Charlatan | Lvl 1 | XP 1 | HP: 18/18 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d6 | STR -1 | DEX 0 | CON 0 | INT 1 | WIS 1 | CHA 2

Curious. No reaction to suddenly becoming him? How interesting. It seemed there was a misjudgement on his part, at least. He appeared to be more...accidentally abrasive. Still not ideal, but better. Chimaru had some interesting views, as well. Changeling did not oft get to speak of such things with travellers long before they left. It could be a chance for him. Besides - for one of many faces, why wouldn't he be concerned with identity?

"You have some interesting views. You speak of one's personal identity as if it were a mask, applied by others, or for others. A marker, or a label for others to know you. Make no mistake, people have many identities like those. But that is not what many think of as a personal identity. But what do you call your...self? Your core? That which is about you, the traits and quirks that would manifest were other beings of no concern or influence? All beings have a few. And what of that which is true of you with other influences involved, changes made? The parts of you always present, if not presented in your identity?"

Changeling raises an eyebrow. "What is your nature, Chimaru?"


Male Cold-Blooded Monk | Lvl 1 | XP 0 | HP: 23/23 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d8+1 | STR -1 | DEX +2 | CON +1 | INT 0 | WIS +1 | CHA 0

I suppose, if I had to put a name to it, I would have to call it transcending. Not quite transcended, mind you. But in the monastery I lived to strive for perfection. I found that I couldn't obtain it there. Everyone there was striving for a different kind of perfection, nely to be perfect for a monastery. My perfection, once completed, must satisfy me that it is universal. In this goal others are irrelevant, for they are all imperfect, and so I cannot have bonds with them once the time comes that I must be perfect. But when other goals, such as the quest here, arise, I must work with others for now, as I am not yet perfect and can't solve all problems myself.


Male Troll Templar 1 HP: 26/26 Armor: 3 Damage: d8 Valor: 1 Hold: 0

Garl surveys the tavern, seemingly satisfied.
"A VERY COZY HOME YOU HAVE FOR US, DAUGHTER-VAL! MOST GRACIOUS OF YOU, WE SHALL KEEP IT AS CLEAN AS WE CAN!"

After Chimaru and Changeling have had their say, he opines:
"YES, A GREAT SQUAWKING IS NEEDED ON THE MEETING OF STRANGERS, AS CORMARA'S FLOCK EVER GROWS AND MORE COME TO ROOST. YOUR COMPANY IS WELCOME!"

"NOW, DAUGHTER-VAL: DID FATHER-KHONNIR SAY ANYTHING OR DO ANYTHING STRANGE BEFORE HIS LAST- OOP! WHAT I MEAN IS, "MOST RECENT" JOURNEY BELOW THE TORCH?"


Male Unknown Fae Charlatan | Lvl 1 | XP 1 | HP: 18/18 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d6 | STR -1 | DEX 0 | CON 0 | INT 1 | WIS 1 | CHA 2

This basilisk...well. Chimaru certainly wasn't lacking in ambition. But he wasn't the only individual across time with such lofty goals. And he would not be the last. "Universal perfection. It's an intriguing idea. Tantalising. But to perfect yourself in one manner is to make yourself incapable in another. Not all things can coexist in such a way. And not even the gods can be all things. You are only mortal. Even if you could change that, you would still be limited."

For a moment, Changeling seems very, very old. His face is youthful, but his manner speaks of centuries. "You will not be the first to seek such things. Many others, both those greater and those lesser than you are, have tried before. Some were able to achieve a kind of perfection, but not perfection across all things. Do you truly believe you can achieve such a thing? Or is it an ideal that you strive to?"

Changeling's gaze bears into Chimaru. It is not piercing, there is no great emotion or hostility behind it, but it has a weight all its own. He didn't expect the basilisk to notice it, but that did not change that it was there. "Do not take foolish actions in pursuit of your goals, Chimaru. Do not push yourself into irrational beliefs. As long as you are in this world, it will affect you - it, and everything in it. Do not deny it. Do not shun it. Do not ignore it. It will not do the same for you."


Kyle Reluctant psychic
Attributes:
Awareness: 3 Coordination: 3 Ingenuity: 4 Presence: 3 Resolve: 5 Strength: 3
Story: 12

I'm not avoiding the game, but Kon'Zu doesn't really "chat" so he's staying out off the conversation


Male Cold-Blooded Monk | Lvl 1 | XP 0 | HP: 23/23 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d8+1 | STR -1 | DEX +2 | CON +1 | INT 0 | WIS +1 | CHA 0

I will acknowledge you while we are accompanied, but I let not my mind be filled with endless recountings of tales shared with others like most men do, that is all.


Male Unknown Fae Charlatan | Lvl 1 | XP 1 | HP: 18/18 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d6 | STR -1 | DEX 0 | CON 0 | INT 1 | WIS 1 | CHA 2

"I only mean to say to attempt to shun things based on their imperfections is folly. Similarly, that to create a goal with no end point is unwise. I do not expect you to become a bard, a teller of stories. I expect that if you are to follow this path, that you at least remember enough to know your own failings. If you cannot recall, you cannot reflect, and you cannot learn. Similarly, do not set unattainable goals for yourself. If you are to do something, know clearly how you will do it. If you cannot, set yourself to something else till you do."

"We could continue like this, but we have work to do. I've spent a long enough time watching history unfold. It's time I make some of my own." Changeling leaves Chimaru there, and stands by Garl. Once the question is answered, he motions to leave to get their work done.

Anyone else for moving this along? We've spent enough time here.


Kyle Reluctant psychic
Attributes:
Awareness: 3 Coordination: 3 Ingenuity: 4 Presence: 3 Resolve: 5 Strength: 3
Story: 12

Kon'zu, who has been almost totally silent speaks, his gravely voice cutting through the conversation.

I agree. Perhaps we should outfit ourselves and make our way to the caves? As I understand it, time is of the essence.

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Yeah, moving along would be good. I just wanted to say that one part of exposition mixed with foreshadowing, and I have.


Male Cold-Blooded Monk | Lvl 1 | XP 0 | HP: 23/23 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d8+1 | STR -1 | DEX +2 | CON +1 | INT 0 | WIS +1 | CHA 0

I mean I can only take this philosophy of superiority so far before it's nothing but b*~&+&~~ anymore. I'm trying to make the character that 'holier-than-thou' but in a way that you might actually believe in. He doesn't recall the identities of those he has travelled with because who they claimed to be didn't matter to him, only what they did and if he could be convinced that he had learnt how he would have done things better, had he been in their situation, as soon as he is convinced he has come up with something he drops it, lest he dwell on it the rest of his existence.

I don't know, just feel like someone striving for what he strives for might think like that. Just playing the character more than anything.

Chimaru is not satisfied with the conclusion to this debate, but he will lay it to rest until his next meditation.


Male Unknown Fae Charlatan | Lvl 1 | XP 1 | HP: 18/18 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d6 | STR -1 | DEX 0 | CON 0 | INT 1 | WIS 1 | CHA 2

Chimaru:
There's only so far I can follow what you just wrote - after "only what they did", it starts to get less coherent for me. As it is I can't articulate nearly as well as I'd like...Changeling is a far better speaker than I am, and knows better what he's on about. Similarly, what Chimaru said earlier gives a VERY different impression than what you're telling me here.

What I end up reading from Chimaru's statements is that basically, if it isn't absolutely perfect in every possible way, he doesn't really care. Once these imperfect things leave immediate relevancy, they are tossed to the wayside utterly, without any real thought. It seemed foolish. If he wants to improve on himself, he should at least be able to recall where another surpassed him, for example. To keep such things in mind until he understands the reasons for them, and takes to heart their lesson.

I can't portray whatever wisdom Changeling was trying to offer with proper accuracy. I'm not...however old Changeling is. Really damn old. I don't have the things all that time would have given him. I can only do my best to emulate them based on what I understand. Which I'm probably not going to be that good at.

I think I understand the idea of what you're saying. But in case, I don't feel it's the same as what your character's saying. Ah well. Where the communications break down, or where the faults in the understanding or philosophy lie, I can't really say. Doesn't matter anyway. Let's keep this moving. Hopefully, I'll get a chance to poke or point out the holes in people's ideas and philosophies, and seeing the breakdowns and rebuilding that follow. Similarly, I'm interested in seeing how Changeling develops, since he has areas to improve too. Can't wait till he gets a letter - that's going to be fun. All this time, and he never learned to read?

I think most of us are ready to move on. Just waiting for you, Yorick.


Storyweaver 10

The group drops off the belongings that they don't wish to carry, and begins making their way outside. They've barely gone 50 feet when the door to the house slams open, and Val comes chasing after them. "Wait!" she calls. As they turn, they can see her carrying a bundle in her arms. The group pauses, and Val reaches them, slightly out of breath.

She holds out the bundle, an amorphous shape of a blanket. "A few things you'll need," she says. Handing it off to someone, she pulls a corner of the blanket and it begins to open. Inside are three potions. "These will help you breathe underwater. It's a bit of a swim to get inside." She digs a foot in the dirt. "Father only had a couple of them. I'm guessing you two don't need to breathe." She smiles at Atlas and Kon'Zu.

Pushing them aside, she reveals a bar of soap. "The water up there... Well, I wouldn't really call it water."

Finding the edge of the water is easy enough. When you first pass the larger Crowfeather Lake, you don't really understand what Val was talking about. The water looks beautiful and there is healthy vegetation abounds. There's a network of pipes running in and out on the north side, leading into the Crowfeather Palace on the shore.

Further down, however, the situation changes. The water is murky and stinky. When you trace the current, you find a small pond surrounded by a crescent of rock: Weeping Pond. No vegetation grows on its banks, and the air is strong with the odors of sulfur and chemicals. Your eyes begin to water. The underwater passage is supposed to be around here somewhere...


Kyle Reluctant psychic
Attributes:
Awareness: 3 Coordination: 3 Ingenuity: 4 Presence: 3 Resolve: 5 Strength: 3
Story: 12

Kon'zu is pleased that he has no nose. He begins to slowly and methodically search the area, not just to locate the passage (which is trivial) but to fully understand Weeping Pond and what may wait for them

discern realities: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (3, 2) + 2 = 7

Oh hell

With Changeling's help that's a 7. I've updated my roll to reflect that.

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Of note, I did not take "Made, not Born" so I do need to breathe. Might we find another potion of water breathing?

The assaultmech, sharing Kon'Zu's purpose, also stomps around the pond. He's looking for obvious ambushes set by nefarious creatures that live in sulfurous environs.

For some reason he thinks The Master used to keep acidic frogs here to ensnare burglars.

Discern Realities: 2d6 + 0 ⇒ (1, 2) + 0 = 3

...but he's been wrong before.
Ain't we a pair. =)


Male Troll Templar 1 HP: 26/26 Armor: 3 Damage: d8 Valor: 1 Hold: 0

Garl reels, his sensitive nose giving him a full whiff of the rotten egg smell of the water.

"GAH! RAVENS TAKE THIS STENCH!"

Holding his nose, he looks into the water.

Also Discerning Realities: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 1) + 1 = 5


Male Unknown Fae Charlatan | Lvl 1 | XP 1 | HP: 18/18 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d6 | STR -1 | DEX 0 | CON 0 | INT 1 | WIS 1 | CHA 2

If you're even capable of using the potions, then it seems like the sort of thing you'd mention to Val. Something about "Air Intakes".

As the group approaches the Weeping Pond, Changeling begins to cough, and he has to suppress the urge to vomit. He was still a creature of nature (he had to assume that much, anyway) and as such conditions like these were harsh on him - psychologically, if not physically.

Even the glamour was beginning to look pale. "Urgh...I see what Val meant. At least I can feel certain it's safe to swim in, otherwise we would have been informed." Even with that said, he wished he had the ability to clean this area. This area was in such a terrible state. He could only imagine how bad it would be for Garl, and his nose. He was certainly protesting a lot about it.

He sets to helping Kon'Zu with his search, trying in the meantime to block his nose. That smell was utterly foul.
Aid Kon'Zu: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 2) + 1 = 9

As the process goes on, he has an increasingly hard time standing the smell. He pulls on the Summer to help him cope...its magic would be of aid in the near future anyway.
Changing Season - Summer: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3) + 1 = 10
I get +2 when aided while this is active. Lovely.


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Kyle Reluctant psychic
Attributes:
Awareness: 3 Coordination: 3 Ingenuity: 4 Presence: 3 Resolve: 5 Strength: 3
Story: 12
Assaultmech Atlas 21-12 wrote:

Of note, I did not take "Made, not Born" so I do need to breathe. Might we find another potion of water breathing?

The assaultmech, sharing Kon'Zu's purpose, also stomps around the pond. He's looking for obvious ambushes set by nefarious creatures that live in sulfurous environs.

For some reason he thinks The Master used to keep acidic frogs here to ensnare burglars.

[dice=Discern Realities]2d6+0

...but he's been wrong before.
Ain't we a pair. =)

Atlas: I've determined that water is wet

Kon'Zu: Are you certain?
Atlas: No


Male Troll Templar 1 HP: 26/26 Armor: 3 Damage: d8 Valor: 1 Hold: 0

Garl wipes his watering eyes and pulls his (too small) cloak over his snout.

"WUH SHULL HUV TUH UNDUH! UH MUHNS LUF UZ UT STUCK, FUH BUNUTH DUH SUHCUHD SKUH!", he opines through the muffling fabric as he starts wading into the pool.


Storyweaver 10
"Changeling" wrote:
If you're even capable of using the potions, then it seems like the sort of thing you'd mention to Val. Something about "Air Intakes".

Yup, I'd think so, too.

When Atlas goes on a long-winded spree about his intake valves being susceptible to water, Val rolls her eyes, and says "Wait here!" She rushes back to the house. After a minute the group can hear a loud pop from behind the door, like suction ripping off, and moments later, Val comes running back out, her face splattered with blue liquid. She holds up an additional vial, and pushes it into Atlas's hands. "Here you go. Now please, go find my father."

At the pool, Changeling calls forth a breeze summer, and after a few seconds, the stench begins to blow away from the group. While the odor hadn't bothered Kon'Zu, the way his allies acted while succumbing to it did. With Changeling putting them more at rest, Kon'Zu is able to concentrate more, and on a sweep, his sensors notice something almost immediately: There are several tracks going into the water, but very few returning.

Presumably, those that come out are from when Konnir brought back the machine that's currently in ruin in his house. But knowing he went back in, and that some two dozen other people went in, and that none of them seem to have returned is alarming.


Male Troll Templar 1 HP: 26/26 Armor: 3 Damage: d8 Valor: 1 Hold: 0

Garl takes a deep breath and dives under the water, looking for the entrance Konnir and company used.

Discern Realities: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 2) + 1 = 5


Male Unknown Fae Charlatan | Lvl 1 | XP 1 | HP: 18/18 | Armour 1 | Damage 1d6 | STR -1 | DEX 0 | CON 0 | INT 1 | WIS 1 | CHA 2

Changeling stands by Kon'Zu, looking over the tracks as they are revealed. "Well. I suppose these include the tracks of the other groups sent before us. A lot of people have come here, and failed to return. I suppose this is only proof of the danger."

Changeling looks the tracks over for anything useful. Signs of which tracks are from the same groups based on how old they are, strange tracks...the like.
DR: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 6) + 1 = 11
What happened here recently? What should I be on the lookout for? What here is not what it appears to be?

Dark Archive

C0mbat Cyb0rg B3nn1es: 2/3 | W0undz: 0 | T0ughne$$: 24 (12) | P4ce: 8[d10] | Notice:d4+2 |
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As Atlas gurgles down the potion and stomps heavily into the water, the sensors on his hands run a scan of the chemicals found in the water, paying attention to anything unnatural and possibly artificial.

Spout Lore: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 4) + 1 = 10


Kyle Reluctant psychic
Attributes:
Awareness: 3 Coordination: 3 Ingenuity: 4 Presence: 3 Resolve: 5 Strength: 3
Story: 12

Kon'Zu ponders what he's learned. Those who fear death may find the news disconcerting...but Kon'Zu knows it is only an absence of being. He also knows far many more will die if he does not assist.

He steps into the water and sinks below the surface. He clicks on a light, illuminating the path in front of Garl

assist: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 2) = 7

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