The elven woman murmurs quite loudly. "Ah, only minimal damage so far. Still needs stronger offensive capabilities. I see the regeneration is also working nicely, but could be a bit stronger. Maybe some integrated laser systems, or a chainsaw like Kulgara has. I suppose I could repurpose one of these other golems to clean the mess. Current grade of Brigh Golem version 3.5 gets a B...-Oh there it is the transformation phase!"
Both Uriah and Aeron's attacks bounce of or miss the junk creature. It suddenly fragments into multiple swirling tiny pieces of metal and strikes Yvell.
Phylla moves over to another of the statues and pokes at the lion. "I wonder why someone would make a metal version of this creature. You can't get red food from it. It is silly." She seems quite uninterested with this fight.
Yvell swings with his blade as the pieces come to rest upon his form, trying to drive the assault back. Then he drops his Blade pulling out his hammer which he last used to strike at the robot underground and grips it in both hands gritting his teeth. Lastly healing himself afterward, he didnt want Valtyra to get too hurt.
" You'll need more than that to kill me, now call off your guardian! We arent fodder! Are you so amoral as to play with people who are trying to HELP you?! "
He then stepped away to draw it towards him.
"Just let me get a little more information," the elven woman says. She seems to have a smile on her face.
Yvell's opportune attack hits the swarm of metal parts. He swings again with his hammer and misses every bit of it.
"Brigh Golem v. 3.5 is quite successful in repelling intruders. Noting that it does need more damage potential. Recommending a laser pistol or similar weapon."
As Muga waits for the rest of the group to return, a female orc holding a red chainsaw passes with a large entourage of orc and ratfolk.
"Look at this weakling scrapper!" She makes a lunging move towards Muga expecting him to flinch.
When the samurai doesn't, one of the ratfolk pipes up. "Look, Boss Kulgara he's too scared to move!" The orcs and ratfolk laugh.
They pass by without giving Muga another glance.
A ratfolk from the warren moves closer to Muga and says, "That was Kulgara. She's one of the bosses of the Lords of Rust."
Muga is indeed not flinching. In fact, he is fishing a bullet out of himself. With chopsticks.
Seated on a rock, his left hand held a half eaten bowl of rice with red sauce upon it while his right hand was currently pulling a bullet out of his torso.
Three more bloodstained bullets lay on the ground in front of him, blood spilled haphazardly on the ground.
"Finally, that little bugger snuck in a little bit deeper." He flicked the bullet down to the ground in front of him with the others.
And then he brought the rice up to his lips and scraped some in with the chopsticks drizzling blood over his meal. That explained what the sauce was.
"Yes, you wanted something? I know I'm all that to look at and more..." He grinned, "But I think you had something more on your mind than that."
Kulgara doesn't pay attention to what Muga is doing or saying. She already believes she won whatever contest or argument or display of power she had in mind.
One of the ratfolk of her crew frowns, and says, "Boss Kulgara'll break you, ya stupid Scrapper." He then scurries off after the rest of the entourage.
The ratfolk by Muga says, "You're eating your own blood? Are you a vampire or a Smiler?"
"Neither. I just don't care. Apparently she doesn't either." Muga shrugs.
Uriah doesn't have many actions he can take that would be successful against robots/golems. However, I did find a thematic 3rd level spell that he will be taking ASAP. Discharge
The elven woman clucks her tongue, sets aside the notebook and claps her hands, when she sees your ineffectiveness against her guardian.
"Alright, that's enough. Golem return to your post."
The golem reincorporates its body into the statuesque form of Brigh and resumes its position by the clockwork wyvern.
"I am Dinvaya. You must be the newcomers. You're going to need to be quite stronger if you plan on surviving Scrapwall. Now why is it that you are here?"
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As Muga waits, a large shape flies above him outside. It seems to have a scarred lion's body with wings and a scorpion tail. Green liquid spills from its mouth, which the scrappers below dodge with yelps, and the creature lands atop its nest.
Yvell calms down once the Golem gives up, he stops breathing hard as his muscles stop tensing. He picks up his blade and shoulders it, " It would have broken eventually, the damage it inflicted was minimal at best. I do admit that overall our party seems to have.. Issues with constructs. This new man in particular. But I will tell you we will have little issue 'surviving'. Are you paying attention now? WE were sent by JORUM KYTE your ally. You can go home now. "
Dinvaya snorts. "Yes, yes. I'm sure eventually that you would have defeated the creature. I'm not going to wait that long. You know Joram? How is he? Wait, but I am home." She scratches her head.
"What exactly are you doing here in Scrapwall?"
Ignoring the rude half elf's comments Uriah speaks directly to Dinvaya Master Kyte wishes you to know that your pursuers have lost interest in you. Uriah inclines his head and raises his own holy symbol of Brigh We have common cause and enemies I think. Uriah gestures to Yvell They came to Scrapwall to search for a source of power. What do you know of this?
Aeron slowly sheaths her weapon as the construction reassembles itself and moves back to its original position. As the others begin conversing and Aeron knows that the danger is over, she moves over to the now still statue to inspect it thoroughly. It was a beautiful despite the junk parts it was made from and she could not help but get a closer look. She all but tuned out the conversation as she climbed up onto the manticore statue to get a better view of the Brighan construct.
Yvell nods and shrug, " The Technic League is no longer a threat to Torch and therefore you no longer have THAT reason to stay here. You could live here or there, but he would greatly like to become familiar with you and surely would like to catch up on all the technological debates you will have. We found much Technology below in the ruins, it seems the Torch was actually n engine of some type. Anyway, We are here because of the Mysterious Hellion. To see why he took power from Torch and if he is as ad a threat as he seemed or if there was another threat worse. While doing so we are cleaning up Scrapwall, already we have handle quite the number of Smilers and Birdfood for the Steel Hawks. "
Out of the corner of his eye Yvell watches Aeron and more to the point Phylla he calls over to her as it seemed she did not feel the need to assist at all, " Phylla? You knew we weren't in danger? Or were you so uninterested that it was non-living you decided not to help? What if I had died.. unlikely as that is.. Getting red food would be harder.. well.. AFTER you had mine. The body would eventually run out. " He didn't seem upset nor enthused. It was an objective question.
Dinvaya gives an awkward smile to Uriah. "Ah, yes. Thank you fellow Brighite-Brighian-Breean-Brighacan... I can't quite remember the correct form for that. Follower of Brigh. I'm afraid you are incorrect. My enemies are the Technic League, not the gangs of Scrapwall-though they are up to something...sinister? I'm not quite sure. Sometimes the ground rumbles and so many of the Lords of Rust minions go underneath the arena. I'm sure there's something there. As long as they don't bother with me, I don't bother with them. I will help you, of course."
She yawns. "I will think about returning to Torch. A town may have better equipment and facilities than this scrapyard... You think you're ready for the Lords of Rust. I hardly doubt that. I mean, you had trouble with a single golem. What if I had sent all four to attack you? No, no. You're not ready yet. You should look around and try to get more weapons and knowledge, child."
She looks around and sees Aeron. "Android, hmm? Interesting. I still don't know why someone would go through all the trouble of making a construct and then disguising it as a living creature. What's wrong with metal beings?"
"Feel free to use the chapel as a resting place. I'm sure it's better than any other place here in Scrapwall. If you need advice figuring out what you need to do, I'll be here."
Phylla seems to send happy thoughts to everyone except Dinvaya.
"Well, then I guess I would be free to eat all the red food of this Scrapwall-town, Yvell-Servant. Hahaha. It is a joke. Of course, I enjoy our meals together instead. If I considered this metal creature a threat, I would have attacked it."
Yvell smirked, " You are correct, in which case an Adamantine weapon would have fared much better. We simply do not have the monetary value to procure both that and magical equipment. maybe you can help us with that. In actuality, I wanted to ask what you might know about this land specifically the Smilers. And this arena. Any information would be helpful. If there is anything you would need assistance with I guess we can do that as well. " Yvell sheathes his two weapons now that the threat was completely gone.
He turns to Phylla, walking up to the plant and allowing her to coil her tendrils around his arm to swing a bit. " I'm glad to hear you care Phylla.. still have to reward sometime, once we leave this place. You probably knew this woman was no real threat to us.. but Im surprised her brain was what you considered... busy. We have to work on your striking to help against such beings I think. "
Uriah smiles at the Priestess and says I was not incorrect Madame, we DO have the same enemy. Think on what the League might do with the power located in Torch or here? What horrors might they unleash? Yes, we have the same enemy my lady.
"Well, I came up with a method to fight that beast. But, on the other hand, bullets hurt." Muga commentates on the manticore and his state of health in contrast. Not that he knew it was called a manticore.
Yvell shrugged, " Well unlike some like this little plant, she can't read minds otherwise she might have overloaded from what I was thinking before. We know little about her and vice versa. We defeated a Technic League follower before under the guise of a merchant.. rather poorly he was at that. If they display the same mindset, we very well could have an issue with their motive. Taking out the Technic Leagues more unsavory troops I have little issue justifying. "
"I can tell you about the Lords of Rust members, as well as my plan for taking them out. It was more of an intellectual exercise. They are obviously planning something underneath the ground, beneath the arena. Some kind of weapon that this Hellion has. Anyway, I wasn't planning on doing anything about it, I would've left before everything fell apart. But I can help you out with information if that's what you want."
"I don't believe the League is a threat at the moment. They won't be attacking Scrapwall anyway. Nothing useful here, except that superweapon they don't know about. I know that the Lords are trying to gather enough energy to make it work, via their receiving array on the far side of Scrapwall. You should check that out before you confront the Lords directly."
She moves over to inspect the damage to the construct and applies some red tape at certain areas. "Other than that getting Scrapworth will get their notice, and they'll likely invite you into the arena for a personal fight. If you take out the troll, Helskarg, you can rush into the underground complex itself."
Yvell seems to calm somewhat as it seems like the Elf was, more or less, cooperating with the group. " It seems anything to do with technology has to be UNDER something. When we spoke to the Priestess Meyanda, she told us of Hellion, how he was some sort of God and she DID have holy powers much like Valtyra. Or rather unholy as the Android woman was not evil herself. She said Hellion was trying to make this superweapon to fight a greater foe that was.. funnily enough Under the Silver Mount I believe. " Yvell paused to let that process to Dinvaya before he continued.
" From what I can gather from you the best case would be to slowly eliminate the issues in this town, gain this scrapworth and favor with the other gangs, Take out the Smilers who are affiliated, create a plan to break them from within and once they finally invite us into the Arena, push through and finish the Gang in one fell swoop. Ingenuous I must say and tactically sound. But like all plans it may not survive combat so we will have to improvise anything that doesnt go well. Now.. I would very much like to hear you own plan. We might be able to utilize it ourselves. After speaking with you we also had one of ours contact the Redtooth Raiders, we plan for them to owe us a favor. "
As the elf moved over and taped up the construct, Aeron leaned over her shoulder examining her work closely. The mention of an android snapped her from her scrutiny though, snapping her around as she tuned into the butt end of the conversation. The sword at her hip began to stream questions and concerns for the mystery android then making it difficult to filter through the conversation and her own thoughts and questions.
So we go to this Redtooth now? Uriah asks
Yvell looks to Uriah and scratches his chin, " We had planned on meeting with Muga at the front of the Redtooth Raider's headquarters. Assuming nothing has happened to him along the way we should be doing so relatively soon. After ofcourse we learn of Dinvaya's plan and afterward we will need to exchange experiences with each other once we meet. "
"You have most of it already. I'm sure that's your elven heritage that grants you some level of wisdom. Gain enough scrapworth and most of the Lords of Rust will concentrate themselves in the under-arena, and reinforcements will likely try to steer clear of you. Making an alliance with Redtooth and dealing a blow to the Smilers will boost your respect considerably, I think."
She takes out a light hammer and starts whacking at the golem. It doesn't look very precise.
"This is all theoretical, of course. In practice, it could be different. Taking out the leaders would also be a good idea, so they don't all swarm you at once."
Yvell takes the compliment.. oddly. How long had it been since he received one.. even more so from.. an Elf? For a moment Yvell had a genuine smile.. but that quickly faded as he realized his muscles in his face created the odd expression. It returned to his more stern disposition. " Good, so I had made the connection well. It makes sense to take out the leaders as well.. maybe we can add that to the plan. We also decided to make ourselves look like a rival gang possibly gaining followers and scrapworth under that banner and name.. Pomegranate Dreamers.. Yes that is our name. Regardless I thank you for you information, but as Uriah mentioned, we need to meet up with our companion. Please think on Torch further. We shall be off, perhaps we shall return this night successful and with good news and perhaps tech. "
Yvell looks to the group and if there were no issues set off to the Redtooth Raiders to regroup with a hopefully alive, Muga.
Dinvaya does not say goodbye. She is too preoccupied with repairing her construct to notice you leave.
Yvell, Aeron, Valtyra, Uriah and Phylla head to the entrance of the Redtooth Warrens and see Muga, sitting and waiting at the front. The ratfolk next to the samurai says, "These your friends? Seems like an odd bunch."
"Yup, and you thought I was weird." Muga smiled. "Anyway, thanks for the company. Your name, if you care to give it?"
After that is done, Muga turns to the rest. "So... The low down of our tactical information is that they have a big gun on their main entrance. Direct approach would be entertaining."
" We have picked up another one, glad to see you are alive. " Yvell smirked. " You are about as stubborn and tough as me, I assume not too much trouble on the way here? "
The half-elf looked Muga over easily noticing a wound or two but doesn't think on it too harshly. " Visited the Tower. Sevroth was not kidding , this woman is what you would call.. eccentric. She's highly intelligent but her morals and pursuit of knowledge is.. questionable. Regardless we were tested with a Golem and then given a wealth of information on how to weaken and take down the Lord's of Rust. Good news for you it involves the Arena and gaining Scrapworth as my plan also had. Along the way we picked up.. This man here, Uriah. Not sure what he can do but he worships Brigh at least. Did you secure some form of agreement with the Redtooth's? And is there a way around? "
Uriah nods his head in a gesture of welcome as he is introduced.
"No way around that they know of or they would have used it already. They'll allow us to stay here, so it's certainly an alliance of convenience, but the accommodations are a bit.." Muga raises a hand over the ratfolk's head, showing about the height of the tunnels.
The Mistress of Brigh also indicated we could use her chapel as a base of sorts...if those accommodations would be better.
"I suppose which is better depends on your opinion of being attacked by golems versus having a crick in your neck." Muga, despite his straight tone, has quite a smirk on his face, indicating he is not entirely serious. "Certainly, I didn't get to try my hand yet, so we should sleep at the chapel."
Yvell shrugged, " Not the first time I've had to break through an enemy's base when they had defenses readily up, we'll push through and mitigate any wounds with what healing capabilities we have. If possible I'll aim to drag the gun-user from the Turret to give us a few seconds before they wise up and place another recipient in the spot. And as Uriah said we have the Clockwork tower.. really no place is overtly comfortable here. We have the Redtooth's, Sevroth and the Steel hawks as well. " Yvell folds his arms and nods as if thinking to himself.
" Muga, you're wounded, we'll have to fix that somewhat before we leave. other than that.. Do you think you're ready to fight now? "
"Fight sure. But as you said, the bleeding chest wounds would like a little attention." He gave a few meaningful taps.
"You want Valtyra to handle it, or have me use ghost guy's boon?"