"Well done...Now that is on the ground... lets see if we can make this work..."
Dr Lendaro fires another binding shot round, then activates his personal defenses tapping a tattoo just below his left ear.
Lendaro's bullet scratches the manticore's skin.
Solaria, Linpul and Tetsuda remain in the cave.
"Running into that tangle is stupid." Linpul says. She grips her hammer tightly.
The manticore tries to break free from its bindings but is held in place. It glares at Lendaro, snapping its jaws viciously.
I didn't get a turn last round, because I was waiting on the GM to let me know if the thing had landed, and if I could pass through the terrain. I guess I'll just heal myself for the last round, and then cast Protection from Evil on me for this round.
"Good job in keeping it pinned down Doctor, while still not ideal at least this way he's an easier target and can't use his maneuverability against us."
Letting fly a couple of quick shots at the beast, she looks over at Linpul and Tetsuda being crippled by the presence of the dangerous nest.
"This nest is proving to be a real pain! Solaria could you heal us, few of us have taken some hits?
Uran once again fires at the beast.
Attack-ranged touch:
Damage:
Rakdon's magic missiles strike the manticore in the face as it struggles against its bonds. "I will rip you apart, you worm! How dare you strike me with your magic!"
Sarainy and Uran's shots pierce the beast's exterior but only scratch the monster.
Solaria shouts from the cave, a wave of light emanating out of her and healing the party.
"Desna, aid me and my friends. I ask this of you, your humble servant, Solaria!"
Linpul and Tetsuda run from the cave, disappearing from view.
"I hadn't intended to waste another round of ammunition on you, but I suppose your stuffed head hanging in the mud room is worth the iron ball...."
Lendaro's shot strikes some of the binding still on the creature, but not the manticore.
The substance keeps the manticore contained. It roars with bestial fury, but is stuck in its spot.
"Unfortunately for you, beast, I am not as concerned with wasting my arrows upon you. You will terrorise these lands no longer!"
Uran again fires at the beast, hoping to put it done once and for all!
Attack-ranged touch:
Damage:
Sarainy fires two shots that streak across the creature's body, leaving thin small cuts.
Uran's shot strikes the creature in the face, causing green and red ichor to flow from its forehead. It gurgles, and lies down. The manticore stops moving.
"That was a lucky shot, Uran!" Sarainy jokes to him. After unstringing her shortbow and slinging it across her back, she turns to the others.
"I suppose someone should head into the nest of the beast and try to recover it's treasures. Shame the nest is so dangerous, it certainly made fighting the thing a nightmare."
Perhaps I should volunteer... Sounds like I'm trying too hard for someone else to go in.
"I can give it a go? My spell will offer me some advantage in avoiding the worst of it. "
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Sarainy enters the nest, dodging various dangerous junk, and pulls out a strange gun.
Returning with her grenades, Linpul frowns at the site of the already won battle.
"Well, no use in crying over spilled milk. I wanted to test these things. I better do a quick sweep before we go in there."
Her eyes flash as she stares into the nest.
Linpul notices two magical objects, a battleaxe and a ring, none of which are radioactive, inside the nest.
Digging through the nest, Linpul crawls out with a ring and drags an axe behind her.
"Hmm, a ring, and does anybody want a battleaxe? It's too big for me to use, but these are both magical. I'm unfortunately not well versed in the ways of magic to know what kind of weapons these are."
Sarainy crawls out of the nest, clutching onto a strange looking advanced firearm.
"Huh, found one of those tech guns. Do you think it to be similar enough that you could instruct me in its operation, Uran or good Doctor?"
Seeing Linpul and the rather large battleaxe Sarainy grins at her.
"Couldn't find anything smaller?" she teases playfully.
"Oh a ring too? Interesting, I'll give it a look..."
"I've not been studying this new tech weaponry as much I would like, but I'll take a quick look."
Sarainy uses her magic to try to understand what the items do, but isn't able to figure out anything.
Dr. Lendaro identifies the gun as an Emp pistol (9 charges).
-Keep searching the nest for items.
-Head to the Haunted Canyon to the east.
-Confront the Lords of Rust at the Scrapmaster's Arena.
-Something else.
Dr Lendaro sees Uran about to climb into the nest, and after tapping a couple tattoos... he does the same.
"Seems worth the risk of minor injury to search a bit more thoroughly."
Reflex:
Perception:
After everyone has had ample opportunity to search the manticore's nest, Sarainy strikes up conversation about their next destination.
"I have heard tales of a canyon to the east, said to be haunted by spirits. Perhaps we should head on over and check it out?"
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"Har dee har, a short joke. I haven't heard enough of those in my life. Well if we can find a temple of Gorum we might be able to resize the axe. But I think we have found most everything from this nest and we should move on."
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When Sarainy searched the town the first time, she recalls some gossip about the strange canyon in the eastern part of town. It has constantly been surrounded by a thick mist, and some scrappers have said ghosts haunt the place. Something must be hidden there.
Lendaro and Uran find a rusted iron coffer, a masterwork cold iron dagger, and a silver armband with inset pearls.
When the party is ready, everyone heads to the east.
A thick malevolent fog seems to surround you as you move away from the junk buildings, and suddenly you cannot see more than five feet in front of you. Blurs in the fog seem to move about and disappear before you can get a good look at them.
Rakdon doesn't senses a faint trace of necromantic magic suffusing the mists. It seems to be all around the party, not strongly in any particular direction.
"Sorry Linpul, was only playing. You have my utmost respect, and I wouldn't tease you if I didn't like you!"
As the group approaches the canyon, Sarainy speaks up about the rumours she heard in Scrapwall.
"This thick fog is the location the townspeople were talking about. It is said to contain spirits... Ghosts perhaps, but maybe malevolent creatures."
Sarainy draws and strings her bow, "We should be on our guard here."
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Uran moves forward as well, his rifle at the ready and his senses alert.
Thera moves steadily forward, alert for anything moving out of the mists, watchful for any perceived threat.
The oppressive fog seems to moan and you catch movement every few moments. Moving through the fog is difficult and takes time as you avoid dropping into pits naturally dug into the rocky terrain.
You reach a metal shape the size of a building entrance somewhere in the mists. The sliding metal doors are open, but the lack of any light source prevents you from seeing inside.
Sarainy stops at the entrance doorway.
"I don't know about you guys, but this place is giving me the creeps. Starting to regret mentioning it!"
Fetching an arrow from her quiver, she takes a moment to cast Light upon it. The spell complete, Sarainy holds it aloft towards the entrance.
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"I agree Sarainy, but it is a place that we have to clear. We cannot let some poor soul be trapped here!"
"I should prepare myself for facing the unliving, eh?" Dr Lendaro meditates for a few moments, then begins tapping a few tattoos - which glow at touch of his fingers.
He then readies his flashlight to not rely too heavily on his allies' illumination.
The air is unnaturally cold in this empty atrium. Metal doorways yawn to the north and south, and the slanted floor is strewn with strange bits of rubble and twisted lengths of metal. The ceiling is badly damaged here, its gray metal shells shattered in numerous places, exposing coils of rusty, mold-covered cables and wires.
Linpul gazes into the room remaining quiet. Her eyes glow temporarily as she scans the rubble for magic and traps.
Linpul sees neither magic nor traps as her gnome eyes can the room. She sees a tiny spark of electricity appear on the wall and disappear, but it seems to be a technological effect.
Dr Lendaro takes a cautious look around the rubble and scrap for anything identifiable which could yield insight to the nature of the area.
Dr. Lendaro sees broken circuits, machinery, and wires that protrude from the walls. The door and walls look like other Numerian ruins.
"This is a pretty creepy place. Where shall we go now? Did you find anything Doctor?"
"Nothing terribly unexpected or particularly insightful." He looks to the two doorways and heads north "Shall we? ...this way?"
Moving into the next room which is a hallway, you see three open doors:
North:
The northeastern wall of this blasted chamber was obviously super-heated at some point, for here and there, the walls ran wax-like, forming slag that cooled into puddles of steel all along the floor. Debris litters the floor-it might once have been tech of great value but now is mere scraps of unsalvageable, half melted junk.
East:
The eastern half of this room is a tangle of gray metal, strange engine parts, and rubble, all of which was subjected to great heat long ago, judging by the metal’s melted and scorched surfaces. Here and there, softly glowing residues are caked onto bits and pieces of the metal.
South:
The air in this compartment is choking and stale. The dust here is inches thick-nothing has disturbed this area in years. To the west, the wall is partially crushed and melted, leaving a five foot-wide, two-foot-tall gap that opens into another chamber beyond. Four large coffin-shaped objects made of glass and metal sit against the walls-one to the north and three to the south.
The northern pod and the central southern pod are partially broken. Each contains a skeleton clad in fragments of strange, bulky armor. The other two southern pods appear to be only slightly damaged. The air is thick with a rancid scent, like old meat gone bad