Seventeen spends some time taking a proper inventory of the party loot, and pulls out a handful of wands, She examines each of them carefully, "There are several wands here there I should start using, this one summons a great lethargy in foes, this one scorches them and this one makes the ground incredibly slippery. Oh and there's this one here from the fight with Marrow. I can't tell what it's for. Omo any idea?" She has the wand to Omo for inspection.
Seventeen asks Redtooth, "Do you know if anyone has any magical scrolls for trade?"
Jarreck figures the Fire Opals are worth about 75GP each, and the Garnets are worth about 200GP. He could probably trade them for half that much, since coin and gems aren't that useful here in Scrapwall.
Redtooth frowns Well, that evil b&&%& Marrow used to make magical items....and I guess Dinvaya can make scrolls. But other than that...I'll send my Litter-Mates out to see.
Guaire joins Jarreck, as he goes over the valuable gems, trying to remember market values, shouted by merchants, from back in the city.
The Gold Bars are worth 100GP each, half that in trade.
Guaire thinks the Opals are worth closer to 100GP not 75GP.
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Jarreck shakes the gems in his hand a moment longer before placing them back in the pouch they came from. Standing he looks for Omo. "Omo, what items do you need to finish the initial work on the robot?"
Looking for Redtooth he will ask her if she has the needed items or if he will need to make the trip to visit Dinvaya for the missing parts.
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"Redtooth, Omo has need of certain parts to finish up his robot. I understand that you might have access to those parts needed. Would you entertain the trade of this light mace, for his parts and 5 batteries.
The mace has a switch here on the side that will cause your opponent's mind to be temporarily affected. And as a bonus I would like to leave this laser rifle here as a trophy for your warren. It came from the front door of Marrow's compound where they were holding Whiskifiss."
"These are just the cogs and whirly-gigs I was looking for! You even found a gyroscope. Jarreck, you are so clever at the trading."
Omo happily and thankfully gets back to work.
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[edit] other options for hard point if looking martially:
+1 great club - no charge usage - never empty
grenade launcher as previously mentioned, guessing this would be good for about 3 fights do to the reload issue - niles would the robot be able to reload or would that require a move action from one of the PC's
MWK Longsword - no charge usage - never empty, not quite as good as the great club
Mindburner - not sure this would be viable for the robot,
inferno pistol - not sure this would be viable due to canister issues.
Omo and Jarreck spend the next four days tinkering with the scrapbot and finally get it moving again (Omo you can make a cool RP post about that if you like).
Mort spends some time with the rats of Scrapwall checking things out and gets a little information about the Lords of Rust's Scrapmasters Arena.
Seven copies some spells and hangs out.
Guaire and Sonic play catch with a metal frisbee.
Sometime during the third day...
Whiskifiss barges into the area where the PC's are staying Come quick! Theres a warband approaching!!!!!! the overexcitable ratfolk squeals and then he tears off to rouse the rust monster and his gaggle of giant rats.
The entrance to Redtooth's Warren is surrounded by about two dozen Orcs all banging their weapons and shields together, and shouting Send out the Bird Slayers! Send out the Harrowers of Marrow!
Omo reacts quit fiercely to the news of the approaching war band. "The warren must be protected!"
He runs to the entrance, bringing Mr. Robot with him. On the way he drinks his cognaten and a Shield extract.
He shouts to the warband.
There are few things that could inspire a greater fury in the folk than threats to their warrens. Omo was no exception -- though he was normally cautious -- he would burn the hearts from any who threatened his family or his home.
Seventeen looks up from the book she'd been reading and glances at the others, "Perhaps we should find out what they want. No doubt they wish to prove their scrapworth against us or some equally ridiculous notion."
She selects one of the new wands and remarks, "Maybe a field test of Omo's new mechanical pet is in order?"
1. Enlarge Person, Mage Armor, Shield, Vanish
2. Create Pit, Sound Burst
3. Haste
When Whiskifiss comes barging in, Mort looks up and shrugs. "Let's see what they've got to say. Can't be all too good right?"
Mort changes to a Raven Form and flies out before the others to look what they're up against, then flies back to perch on Jarreck's shoulder.
lvl 1 spells: Obscuring Mist, Ray of Sickening x2, Snowball
lvl 2 spells: Frost Fall x2, Blindness x2
lvl 3 spells: Poison x2, Deeper Darkness
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"Sounds like we have company waiting for us? Shall we oblige them?" Jarreck says picking up the grenade launcher "Orcs hmmm, Omo can I have a couple of those concussion grenades and a bang grenade sir" He loads the bang first followed by the concussion grenades. Handing it to Guaire as they walk out to meet the others. "You're shot is better than mine. Any trouble aim this at the middle of the biggest group, 1st shot is a warning will stun them, the next 2 not so much will be like they've been swatted by a giant." keeping his bow in hand Jarreck moves to the entrance following Omo, impressed at the fiery nature of the alchemist. For the moment keeping quiet to see the groups response....
The lead orc, his body resplendent with rusty improvised armor made from the same scrap that gives this place its name, steps forward. He plants a flag with this symbol in front of Redtooth's Warren
He shouts loudly, wanting as many scrappers as possible to hear him.
The big orc turns and walks away, the flag flaps listlessly in the wind. All the other orcs stop their drumming and follow suit.
The raven pecks its wings, then looks around, hops off onto the ground and transforms back when the orcs have disappeared.
"A challenge is it? Well that's nice for a change. Wasn't Helskarg someone who we should look out for, someone whom we've been warned of?"
"I don't expect a fair fight then.
But even if so, we won't make it an easy one either."
Seventeen dismisses the challenge as, "Primitive."
Later it occurs to her that, "Two days. Does that give us enough time to demolish the receiver first?"
Nothing in Scrapwall is more than a few hours from anything else, you guys have hiked from one end to the other in a day.
Answering her own question Seventeen states, "Yes its only a few miles. Omo shall we see what that cylex can do?"
If the others agree, Seventeen prepares to go to the receiver.
If the priestess of Brigh was right about anything, the she was right that whomever originally made the scrapbot had not cared for the quality of her work. Yet, Omo could only marvel at the complexity of the science behind its making.
Yes, he had seen wonders -- flying ships, talking machines, and energy generators beyond his wildest dream. However, despite these marvels, he had not made any break throughs. He felt that he understood so much of the engineering but true insight still eluded him.
Then they found Mr. Robot. Taking the machine man apart and reassembling him was the breakthrough that Omo needed. He carefully noted each design flaw he encountered, so that he could engineer his way past them. Once he was through rebuilding Mr. Robot, he knew that poor Jarreck would not have to stand in front of him to shield him from harm.
And Jarreck was so helpful in repairing Mr. Robot. Always there with an encouraging word, a helpful suggestion, and a good wrench. Working with him made the hours fly by.
"Yes, let's do this, Seven."
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Seventeen concludes, "Now is good." She walks out the door.
"Right, I'm on your tail. I'll provide air support."
Mort wild-shapes into a raven again when the group gets close to the arena, he flies about to see ahead then perches back on Jarreck's shoulder.
Redtooth says Helskarg is a brute of a Troll. She wields a strange weapon that sticks into you, and then she reels you in like a fish on a hook. Be careful too, she usually rides into battle in an Ogre drawn chariot!
The denizens of Scrapwall keep far away from the Slayers of Birdfood as they make their trek to the receiver array. Mort notices a preponderance of carrion birds as they get closer...vultures, ravens et al.
As the party arrives they begin to notice the smell. The stench of offal and rotting corpses...
Then they see the bodies, dozens maybe hundreds of smallish grey humanoid bodies torn apart and scattered. Some of the bodies bear strange festishes and claw tatoos, a mark you now recognize as that of Hellion.
Mort asks the ravens what has happened, if they saw anything of the battle.