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"It has indeed. I feel much better now, more perceptive - as if mother Serenrae has lifted a haze from my vision! A blessed miracle!"
he says, taking several practice swings with Yvell and reciting a few simple Serenite prayers as he wakes fully.
Once everyone is ready Derlin suggests following the tracks to an end, then inspecting the light inside this cavern.
Yvell will place his hand on the wall once they got there to search for a secret door or anything they could have missed, it was impossible that the footprints simply disappear INTO the wall. He also had not used these keycards, so perhaps the wall was a door. Waving the card over the area as well as trying to find a slit for it.
Yvell doesn't feel any solid material as he moves his hand to the wall. His hand goes through the stone, as though the wall itself were an illusion.
" An illusion! How clever, yet odd in this place. The footprints gave it away somewhat. Well then it seems our path is not blocked, let us check inside. " Yvell first peers his head in first and looks around before stepping in.
You see similar metal walls and floors as before.
This metal room is brightly lit by glowing panels in the ceiling above. Near an open doorway at the other end of the room, to the left and right, complex machines consisting of spiral tubes and nozzles twitch and hum. After several seconds, a sprinkle of water sprays from the nozzles, and bolts of electricity arc across the room, as though bouncing from one wall to another.
Yvell times the bolts and sprays, seeing if there is a particular pattern or if it is possible to get through to the open door on the other side safely. Though it pained him to say it, this mechanism seemed similar to the one they passed by with the construct. If so they might be able to break it a similar way. Yvell however had little knowledge of mechanical makeup outside of basic knowledge. " We have a problem, there is a sort of, Electric trap in the way, does anyone have knowledge in such things? If not, Derlin I believe we are going to have to break them, or rush across "
On the way to the resting place:
Thank you Valtyra, that was really good. I already saw myself being ripped apart by those skeletons. Cruel imagination.
Where and how did you learn that?
Yvell looks at the party sighs and then dashes forward after the electricity strikes again. He knew he could take a little pain but wanted to make sure the others could do so as well. If all else failed Valtyra would have to waste so of her ability, sad as that seemed." Here I GO! "
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Derlin watches and waits, seeing what fate befalls the elven paladin. If he makes it across without issue, Derlin will attempt to cross the room.
"Someone who understands this technology may grasp it better but this room appears to be malfunctioning. What it's purpose is, I do not know." the foreign missionary bellows over the crackling of electricity.
"Oh I know all sorts of things Ibuki." She says with a wink. "But that is a gift from the gods."
She looks at Yvell,"If you had any better posture Yvell, you would be all upright." She says with a sly smile. Then watches him run into the electrical area. " Your so noble its adorable." She says softly, following him at a normal pace.
Upon hearing the last portion of Valtyra's praise, " Hunh, Wha-" Yvell trips and slips on the water already upon the ground and if he makes it, Slides the rest of the way.. face first.
Val watches Yvell fall then runs to him laughing softly. "Oh you poor dear. You must be more careful" He laugh has a musical tone and her eyes dance as she helps him up.
Her laugh*
Ah gift from the gods, i see. Well, we´re not all that gifted, i have to claim my magic myself, although quite some seems to flow through my blood.
Ibuki follows through the illusionary wall and takes a look at the "trap".
After Yvell, Derlin and Valtyra run through the room, Ibuki glances at the machines.
Yvell, Derlin and Valtyra enter a hallway, facing a red door. Around the corner of this hallway, they see two other doors, one white and one brown. There is Androffan writing on plaques hanging above each door, and a strange machine with a vertical slot beside each door.
On their way back from the desert, Burnt One picks up some of the shredded tentacles and attempts to make a repast of them.
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Burnt One watches the others run across. They watch the machines. Then, right after a burst of fire sparks, they yell and run after their friends.
"What is the writing?"
"Where do these doors go?" Val asks. "All this strange writing..."
Yvell slowly gets up a markings from the floor imprinted upon his face an clearly irritating/painful. He looks away from Valtyra and the rest and grumbles the words out. " The Red says 'Habitat Controls', Brown says 'Observatory', White says 'Science Deck Access' . This is where I think these keys might come in handy. They allow us through the brown with I would hope little issue. So lets search that first. " Trying to save as much pride as possible and moving to it. He inspect the door much like he has all the doors so far and tries to use the keycards again.
"It's probably related to whoever used to inhabit this place. Maybe whatever created those skeletons outside." Bran shrugs a bit before heading over to assist Yvell with the door if needed.
Wait up there! I´ll try to disable this!
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Derlin looks back at Ibuki, in awe of the half-elf's affinity for artifact technology. "Brown cards for brown doors. Even Derlin the Dim can remember that. Perhaps we'll chance on some cards of other colors behind the brown doors. If not, perhaps I can slide these up as I did before. Your face is quite bruised Yvell! Er, actually is that blush. Looks different on someone with such fair complected skin." the Serenite missionary slaps the elf on the back good naturedly, giving him as well as their surroundings a once-over.
Derlin looks to his fellow Serenite for guidance once more. Feeling her wisdom helped keep him remain focused before,he seeks it out once again.
Yes different cards seem to open different doors. But even if we don´t find all the cards, we can get a look at the devices. They are not divine after all and can be tapmered with eventually!
- 0-level (4) - create water (30 ft., 4 gallons), detect magic (2 minutes), flare (30 ft., DC 14), light (20 minutes)
- 1st-level (2+1+D) - abstemiousness (DC 15), air bubble (2 minutes, DC 15), burning hands (DC 15, 2d4), cure light wounds (DC 15, 1d8+2)
Val gives Derlin the guidance he needs. "Well if the cards we have work on this door lets see what's behind door number 1! Of course it could be a trap or dangerous. Thats the hazard of the mission though." Val says, her eyes far away by the end.
Ibuki cuts some wires and rearranges or outright removes circuitry from the broken machines. When he's finished, they no longer spark electricity or sprinkle water into the room.
Yvell slides one of the brown keycards into the slot. The door opens and reveals...
A large metal table is surrounded by odd-looking chairs in this room. To the west, what appears to be a transparent wall looks out over a strange desert valley. Four pillars support the fifteen foot-high ceiling, while dozens of crude images of a pickaxe made of a skull and bones have been painted onto the walls with some sort of ivory pigment along with several phrases in an unrecognizable language.
In front of this, a four armed alien creature with an elongated head and tattered clothes and cape hurls a javelin straight at Yvell from its four fingered hand. He yells, "Yith kwe Zaiphus, Hetuath jie en doh!"
The javelin punctures Yvell's left forearm and remains lodged half-way in the half elf's appendage.
1. Derlin, Ibuki, Valtyra, Yvell
2. Undead Alien
3. Bran, Auehda
Ibuki turns the corner after he hears Yvell's grunt of pain. He sees the abomination and wracks his brain for what it could be. He believes it is certainly alien, but undead as well.
1. Resistances
2. Any weakness?
Have to sleep a bit. Ibuki would share any knowledge!
Whatever it was, now it is a Zombie! Beware! Reckon slashing him is best! Seems stronger than it should be though.
Barring a much better alternative, Ibuki will use disrupt undead on him and stay away!
A flash of magic from Ibuki strikes the undead creature. It reels back, moving its body as a habit than an actual reaction.
Derlin's falca cuts into the creature's undead, decaying flesh. He can feel the sword going in, but not as far as it should have. Perhaps this creature is protected by magic.
With a deep voice, it snarls back, "Ith karoon jai Hetuath, wor jool Zyphus!"
Yvell opens the door, only to be stabbed by a flying javelin. For a moment there was silence from the Elven Paladin.. And then he snapped. All the frustration of the day before the amount of restriction he placed upon himself not to strike down the Gremlins or Skulks. It exploded outward in a roar, as his eyes glow fiery red from the blessings of his God. This creature would not be shown such mercy for it was an abomination and had angered a vengeful fellow.
" TASTE THE MIGHT OF RAGATHIEL! RRAAAWWHHHH! "
Yvell rushed forward with his blade held high not even taking the time to remove the weapon from his arm, it bleeding profusely as he swung down try to behead the creature. As his strike comes down an avatar of Yvell with Five Fiery Wings and a white glow follows.
Yvell's elven blade severs the large, elongated head from the undead creature's neck. The rest of the body starts to writhe, then stops moving completely. A strange mark of a bone-made pickaxe appears and then pulses on the creatures body before fading away.
Again as you look at the room you see...
A large metal table is surrounded by odd-looking chairs in this room. To the west, what appears to be a transparent wall looks out over a strange desert valley. Four pillars support the fifteen foot-high ceiling, while dozens of crude images of a pickaxe made of a skull and bones have been painted onto the walls with some sort of ivory pigment along with several phrases in an unrecognizable language.
Yvell grins as the creature's head flies off and arcs across the room slamming into the wall and slipping down. As his holy fury subsides however, Yvell feels the intense pain of the javelin lodged in his left forearm. With a grunt and a grimace Yvell gripped the Javelin and pulled tight. Blood gushing from the wound and eventually being pulled out, the tissue, sinew and blood vessels peering through the milky flesh above. Biting his tongue, Yvell releases a red glow from his arm as the bones and flesh seem to stitch back together. A sickening sound of pulsating vessels, cracking bones and reconstruction of damaged tissue come from Yvell until finally only a small scar remained.
Afterwards he stood with a satisfied demeanor and began inspecting the creatures body for anything useful. He spoke to the rest of the Party as he did so, " And THAT.. is how paladin's of Ragathiel rid themselves of an abomination. Now while I inspect this thing the rest should inspect the room, that way we cover area faster and could find some other lead to Baine. I can tell you one thing, those writings are not Androffan. And if I can go on a limb and say THIS creature and those skeletons, might be the Kasatha. "
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"Well struck Ragathite! When I crafted my falca I used the elven curved blade as my inspiration. A fine weapon, and a fine kill. We have more in common than you think Sir Elf." the olive skinned missionary says with a grin.
"What are undead doing down here? How? I've never seen a creature like this one in all of my life.", with extreme caution, Derlin scours the room, slowly calming from his rage.
Scratching his head, Derlin asks, "What is a Kasanta?"
Bloodraging for the persist duration.
10/11 Rages Remain
3/3 Destined Strikes.
Melees have a sure edge compared to casters until about 5th level. 3rd level spells are the tipping point generally :)
" Hrmmph, I don't need you to say that, results speak for themselves. My blade was crafted to be a variation of the Bastard Sword, my Lord's symbol. It simply takes the strength of the weapon and adds the flexibility of a Rapier, if stabbing is needed. It is much harder to break and indeed serrated to cause devastating wounds. I will say this Derlin, you do realize.. I am not elf. I am diluted in blood but I am a Half-Elven. " looking over the cape and symbol that he thought appeared upon the body's chest. Matching it to the walls. " Currently Im not sure why there are undead, but seeing as we have seen 7 of these creatures already I can assume foul-play. The Androffan-speaking construct from before identified the population here as Kasatha, so THESE creatures. "
Yvell searches the body and finds two masterwork bronze-tinged shortswords, a magical cloak, a javelin, and four silverdisks.
Derlin finds a white keycard with Androffan writing.
Derlin shrugs as his words of approval are rebuffed.
"Which half of you never learned to take a compliment?"
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Derlin chuckles. Holding up a white card, he strides towards the group to see what the others turned up. He looks as if something is on his mind.
Forgive him Der, the life of a bastard can be hard on a person. Especially one of mixed heritage. He uses words to shield his pride, though I've no idea what I've done to him to deserve such ire. Mother Serenrae, please forgive him and guide him to forgive himself for whatever it is that prickles his ego so...
Yvell seems to mutter something to himself in a soothing language, though a vein could be seen pulsing in his forehead
Showing the blades to the group, the cloak to the more magically inclined and taking the Javelin for himself. " The cloak is clearly magical but I am not sure in what way. Both of the weapons, while of n inferior metal, are fine-crafted. Who here besides Derlin and I has the capability to utilize the swords? Otherwise I can see on being used between us. The value will be split once we return to Torch however. "