Action 1:
Malka's pulse quickened a bit at the mention of people. Maybe they were making headway after all with finding Khonnir. "Do you remember how many creatures like us and how many creatures not like us that there were? Or what they looked like?" To hopefully clarify her question, Malka pictured herself as well as the others for comparison to help the fungus.
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Action 2:
Malka watched the cerebric fungus make its way to the hallway. "I think we should continue following the direction that it mentioned the people were taken. But do we just leave the cerebric fungus? It seems harmless enough at the moment but what if it gets out into the caves? We have not closed any doors behind us."
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Seven stepped back as the thing oozed by them, ready to hit it real hard if it tried anything funny, though it seemed more interested in the blood on the floor than theirs. He eyed it suspiciously but did not attack.
"Do you remember how many creatures like us and how many creatures not like us that there were? Or what they looked like?"
"You think Counsel Mintbane was hauled off by the bad things? He in trouble? Val'll be mad." He nodded to himself.
"I think we should continue following the direction that it mentioned the people were taken. But do we just leave the cerebric fungus? It seems harmless enough at the moment but what if it gets out into the caves? We have not closed any doors behind us."
"Find Counsel Mintbane first?" Seven asked, almost a question. He pointed toward the eastern door.
Zaken thought about the same questions that Malka made but she was faster than him so he remained silent.
Zaken nodded. "I agree with your course of action, Malka... if there is a chance that Mr. Baine was one of those dragged to the east, we should investigate it immediately!" He then pointed to the direction the fungus moved. "I think he is harmless as well and even if he could turn out to be a threat, we have pressing concerns right now... when we finish our business here we can think about it. With luck he will spend his next hours, or even days, licking the blood quietly."
Action 1:
Malka's pulse quickened a bit at the mention of people. Maybe they were making headway after all with finding Khonnir. "Do you remember how many creatures like us and how many creatures not like us that there were? Or what they looked like?" To hopefully clarify her question, Malka pictured herself as well as the others for comparison to help the fungus.
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The thoughts inundated everyone's brains at the same time, ::Three creatures like you and three creatures not like you passed by.::
Having answered the question, the alien plant-animal proceeded into the hallway. Thoughts of delight were perceived as it started eating the blood.
::A vessel is...:: Jeyne started to explain - but then she discovered she could not well describe it, either, not in words. Instead, she tried to recall a memory, one that had erupted in brief blips throughout her entire maturation, and send it to the fungus not in words, but in feeling, in pictures.
Its name had translated to The Majestic, in the Common tongue. It was the size of a small city, and its metal walls glinted in the sun of a far-off world. She (He? They?) had been responsible for monitoring the air system prior to the ship's launch, and in her mind's eye she was hovering several inches above a control panel, monitoring the readout as it flashed. Nitrogen, 70%. Oxygen, 23%. Argon, 1%. Carbon dioxide, 3 parts per 10,000. It wasn't satisfaction that rolled through the memory, per se - that would have been impossible. But there was a certainty, a sureness that this system, at least, would perform its function.
::A vessel is a means of conveyance through space. It creates a habitable environment within no matter what the external environment is. It is...it is a home, a home that can travel far.::
Three like and three not like...it seems we may have a bit of a struggle on our hands, then, Jeyne mused to herself before speaking aloud to the others. "The fungus seems not to be a concern. It has enough blood to satiate it for the time being; we can devise a longer-term solution later, perhaps see if it can aid Torch's butcher with disposal. Councilman Baine's recovery must be our highest priority - and the recovery of whoever else may have been abducted by the creatures." At Seven's gesture, Jeyne's eyes follow, and she nods in agreement. "Let us continue to follow the trail. We can explore the other spaces later."
Camrad nodded, filled with fresh determination to finish their task. “Sounds like where we need to be. We might have a tough fight ahead of us with three of those things.” he said, running his finger over an arrow head “Course, never been one to back down from the chance to kick around a few rust buckets.”
Malka watched the cerebric fungus make its way to the hallway. "I think we should continue following the direction that it mentioned the people were taken. But do we just leave the cerebric fungus? It seems harmless enough at the moment but what if it gets out into the caves? We have not closed any doors behind us."
“I don't like leavin’ that….thing just layin’ around, but maybe we could trap it in here? Least till we find the councillor.”
Ball's in my court. I will move this along later today.
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As soon as Malka saw the medical lab, she immediately moved closer to Seven. Partly to be comforting and partly because she was unsure what his reaction may be. She hoped that she would be a calming presence for him.
When the medical drone made its presence known Malka knew that she wasn't going to be part of any medical procedure.
We do not require medical assistance, Jeyne responded simply, grabbing the folded net from her waist and throwing it at the droid in an attempt to trip it up. But her throw went wide, and the net ended up draped uselessly over the corner of the table.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
Seven knows this thing. It is a bad, bad thing. The voice behind his eye knows it, too, coming out of hiding now to scream at him to fight, to hurt, to kill, to smash the thing to pieces. Seven instinctively raises the sword as his world begins to fade to gray.
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Medical procedure my ass... well this is not a good thing to say to some robot that might interpret this as literal... Zaken prepares himself for imminent battle.
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Seven snarled, jumping in front of Malka, beside The Jeyne, and face to face with the bad thing. Medical procedure brought back bad memories, painful and bloody. He swung to sever the pointy needles, but the bad thing jerked back quickly, narrowly avoiding the blow. Tolgy's sword crashed into the ground, reverberating with a loud clang. Seven screamed in frustration, hoping the others realized the danger.
Once the drone attacked Jeyne, Malka said the words causing a glowing missile to form at the end of her finger and fly towards the metal creature. During her training, she had learned how to manipulate metal to cause more damage and she hoped that this would help.
Wow! Get out of the front line, Jeyne! LEEK, prepare yourself to take her place!
LEEK buzzed and moved forward, where Seven stood a couple seconds ago but not before Zaken had guided him.
Unfortunately the robot was too fast for LEEK and he missed his powerful blow.
The hum grew louder and more insistent in Jeyne's ears...though she couldn't make out what was said, she knew she had been seriously injured, and she could feel LEEK trying to push into the front. So she stepped backward, allowing LEEK past her, and stood where Seven had been a moment before. She had seen the large man's swing go wide, and so she reached forward and set a hand on his shoulder gently, willing a measure of her spirits' guidance into him to attempt to ensure it would not happen again. Then she readied her long spear in her hands, waiting for a chance to strike.
Camrad found something about the machine very unsettling. Maybe it was it's clean, stark white armored exterior that seemed to belie the dark work it was committing, or perhaps it was how it claws tore through Jeyne with calm precision. Either way, it had to be stopped.
“Malka, get back!” he said as he rushed forward, warhammer in hand, and attempting to get behind his quarry.
[ooc]Going to try an acrobatics check to get into flanking position without provoking an attack of opportunity.
Camrad slid right under the legs of his companions, ending in a roll that brought him right behind the unsuspecting robot. He raised his hammer above his head, preparing for a mighty blow. Surprise, ya bucket o’ bolts. He thought, bringing the hammer down on the machine’s armor.
Just your own spells for now unless you later craft something...
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It was a bad dream, a real bad dream. No way they could be back underground with needles and blades. Nope nope nope! The screech of metal reminded him that yes, this was real, and the only way out was to smash the thing to bits.
"Please...Remain...CALM!" Seven screamed, mocking the robot with its own stupid words as he impaled it with the blade.
Camrad swung his hammer at the droid, taking advantage of the opening created by Seven’s viscious strike, but the machine thrashed about violently on Seven’s blade, forcing Camrad to step back for some breathing room. Gotta be careful. These bastards are unpredictable.
Malka was upset that the damage she had managed to do was being repaired by a hand that was inside the drone. Having cast her magic missile spell, the wizard reached for her wand and sent one of the missiles hurling towards the helping hand.
Uncertain if her spells would even function to repair Zaken's robot and concerned with how difficult the creature was proving to destroy, Jeyne decided to attempt throwing her other net to tangle the creature up. But once again, her throw went wide, and she barely missed entangling Camrad in its folds.
"O-oh... that is not good! Defensive posture LEEK! Hang on!"
Zaken once more guided LEEK in the combat while the construct tried to fight, even if critically wounded.
To his surprise, LEEK did not listened and did not entered defensive fighting stance... What? Was it a glitch, a trace of defiance, or personality or was he so severely damaged that he wasn't listening anymore? His questioning was interrupted by the resounding blow against the robot.
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Seven wrenched the blade free from the bad thing and fell back, exhausted. He looked around anxiously, making sure there were no more bad things in the room. For now, it seemed safe. He knelt on his knees, breathing heavily, wondering what Tolgy would think of all this. "Calm," he said.
Action 1:
With the drone apparently out of commission, Malka quickly moved to Seven to make sure he hadn't been hurt further. Seeing that he wasn't worse off than before, she smiled at his comment. "Yes, calm."
Then she moved over to the drone and inspected it, curious as to the reason for having a metal hand inside the structure.
Action 2:
When the canisters were uncovered, Malka looked them over with interest.
She had no idea about the first canister she looked at but the other looked like one that she had seen in the room where she used to visit Seven. "I think this one contains a substance that makes you sleepy and disoriented."
With the threat eliminated, Jeyne turned to the others as the hum in her ears suddenly crystallized back into words in the Common tongue. Seven, you are hurt, she noted simply, reaching out and murmuring a Kelish prayer as her holy symbol of Sarenrae suddenly flashed with a golden light. Her own injuries seemed hardly to concern her.
Examining the canisters, Jeyne was able to confirm Malka's hypothesis about the anesthetic, but the other canisters still eluded her. Looking up from the syringe, she began to explore the space around them, closing her eyes for a moment as she retraced their path through the vessel. The trail of blood ends here, she murmured a few moments later in a moment of insight. Whoever this was, this was their destination - any movement after this was after bleeding had ceased. We shall have to search for further hints as to the victim's fate. And opening her eyes, she did just that, though without much success.
Unable to find any clues, Jeyne went back to mentally retracing their route. I will not be able to access any further healing energies today. We should consider either heading back to the surface or resting in here - if we do not wish to resurface, this room would perhaps be the best place to remain. With only one door, it is easily defensible, and perhaps we can communicate with the fungus again and ask it to act as a lookout and contact us telepathically if it sees a threat approaching.
Zaken is a bit relieved that the combat is over but LEEK is still in a pretty bad shape. "Guys, I think we need to rest a bit... I'm out of juice and things are already getting bad..."
Zaken slightly smiles when Malka isn't able to identify the first canister. So, you do not know everything, right? After enjoying his 'superiority' for a couple seconds, Zaken reveals his knowledge. "It is a Hemochen, grade I if I'm correct. It works like a healing potion, but more slowly... in other words, it stops bleeding and promotes healing."
So... it seems like you are going to be resting but where at? Back up to Torch or down here in the medical lab (or some other place)?
Let me know so I can move this along.
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When the fight was over, Camrad examined the blood trail and considered their next move. Why did they take him? They could have killed Baine like they tried to with us, but they didn’t. It doesn't make a lick of sense. he thought as he paced the room.
Unable to find any clues, Jeyne went back to mentally retracing their route. I will not be able to access any further healing energies today. We should consider either heading back to the surface or resting in here - if we do not wish to resurface, this room would perhaps be the best place to remain. With only one door, it is easily defensible, and perhaps we can communicate with the fungus again and ask it to act as a lookout and contact us telepathically if it sees a threat approaching.
Camrad nodded his accent at Jeyne’s suggestion. “Val won't like it, but we need to stay here for the night. We’re gettin’ close, I can feel it.”
Malka added her agreement, "I concur. It makes more sense to stay here tonight than to go back to Torch."
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Once the agreement had been made to rest in the lab, Jeyne had set her backpack down and begun to sort through the neat stacks of supplies (well...not so neat as she would have liked, with the day's events). Then Seven drew near to the bed, and the mechanical arms lashed out, startling her and sending her compatriots' speech into a hum momentarily. But when their motion ceased, her ordinary programming reasserted itself, and she began to look over the bed with interest (and from afar...it was only prudent).
"We should set a watch - though the space is defensible, having some warning will not go amiss. Those relying on magic should take the first or the last watch, so that their rest is not interrupted," Jeyne advised, resuming her setup of her sleeping space at the foot of one of the wall consoles. "I can take first or last watch, as anyone prefers."
With her blanket laid out impeccably smoothly atop her bedroll and three candles set in a triangle surrounding her bevy of holy symbols next to the pillow, she stood again and examined the space, adjusting one candle a few millimeters to the left. "I will speak to the fungus, if no one objects - see if I can enlist its aid as a first warning system since it can communicate telepathically."
Seven jerked back in surprise at the moving bed. He almost tried to smash it to bits, but it couldn't reach him, and so he just looked it for a while.
"I'll keep watch," Seven said to the room, as he made his way over to Malka. Carefully, he removed his backpack, weapons and armor. They clanged loudly as he dropped them to the floor. He pulled his bedroll from his pack and offered it to Malka to use as a pillow. He didn't really care for it, anyway. It was too soft, and he slept better on the floor, curled on his side.
As the group settled down to rest for the "night," he leaned back against the wall, eyes locked on the moving bed. He wondered where its head was, as that would be the thing he'd smash first. If it gave them trouble. He slid down toward the floor, legs extended out, Tolgy's sword on his lap. His eyelids grew heavy and his head tilted to the side. He snored softly as he slept. He dreamed of stars.
"I will speak to the fungus, if no one objects - see if I can enlist its aid as a first warning system since it can communicate telepathically."
The fungus does not respond. It's probably too far for telepathic contact since you all locked it up in the hallway leading up to the room where you found him.
Let me know if you want to go and 'talk' to it.
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"We should set a watch - though the space is defensible, having some warning will not go amiss. Those relying on magic should take the first or the last watch, so that their rest is not interrupted," Jeyne advised, resuming her setup of her sleeping space at the foot of one of the wall consoles. "I can take first or last watch, as anyone prefers."
"I will take first watch if you do not have a preference."
"I'll keep watch," Seven said to the room, as he made his way over to Malka.
Malka smiled and took the offered bedroll for later. It was like they were camping again as they had when they made their way to Torch. "You do not have to take watch all by yourself this time because we can all share the responsibility. Besides, you exerted yourself quite a bit this last fight. Rest and I will wake you when it is your turn."
Camrad?
Zaken?
I'll move this along tomorrow.
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Camrad gave a dry chuckle as the mechanical arms lashed out fruitlessly towards Seven. “Can't even get some shut eye in a warm bed without something trying to kill ya. Course, I would've picked the floor any day in these parts.” he said, considering smashing the bed to pieces, but deciding it would be best if left alone.
“I'm fine with second watch.” Camrad said as he layed out his bedroll. As it unfurled, a cloud of dirt and pine needles was kicked up, which soon coated a sizable portion of the floor that the avid woodsman had claimed. He grinned sheepishly, admiring his handiwork. “Guess I brought a bit of nature with me.”
Zaken was sat on the floor trying to fix LEEK when the incident with Seven happened. He dropped a couple tools before he realized that there was no real danger. He sighed and then returned to his duties. After a couple minutes he gave. Val is not going to be happy that we are not returning for dinner... He then ate one of his rations and it tasted terrible compared to the delicious pies that Val had for sure made to their dinner.
"I'll take the last watch then... after all I'll need some time to fix LEEK in the morning. He is not in a good shape and my head is hurting right now." Zaken ordered LEEK to 'sit down' and he used one of his arms as a 'pillow'. "Hey LEEK! Speep mode... no humming, ok?" Without a bip the construct remained silent, with only a small light coming from his interior at constant intervals.
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Action 1:
Malka sat up and groaned. There was a stabbing pain behind her left eye and she rubbed her temple to try and ease the discomfort.
It only seemed to get worse as she slowly got to her feet. She tried to think about how best to make herself feel better but found it hard to focus. While the others packed their things she sat back down, closed her eyes, and massaged her temples.
Jeyne's allotted time of rest had come to its end; instantly her mind switched from rest to wakefulness, as always it had when she'd gotten the sleep she required. Sitting up, she began to pack up her sleeping space, rolling everything neatly and tucking it into its assigned space in her bag, when suddenly she noticed Malka's apparent distress. What is it, Malka? Do you require aid?
She reached out to help Malka up and caught a glimpse of her arm, where a huge gash still lay wide open; she could just make out tiny fibers sticking out of the edges of the skin where bioelectric circuitry had been torn and was exposed to the air. Deftly she pinched the sides of the wound together, murmuring a Kelish invocation to Sarenrae as her hand passed over. My magic seems insufficient to deal with the threats we face by itself; perhaps I will see if anyone in town has some prayer scrolls when next we return.
"Malka's hurt? Did the bad thing cut you??"
Seven was an all fours beside her, scrutinizing her with both eyes trying to find the source of the hurt. There was no blood. At least, not hers.
He offered her his waterskin and a trail ration. He was real worried. He turned to The Jeyne, remembering the way she could make hurts go away. "Can you fix her?". He got up and started the slow process of dressing up in Tolgy's gear, strapping buckles and tying cords. Gosh, he hated clothes.
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Seven approached each of the funny doors real slow, kicking in each one in turn to check for jinkins or automoms or anything else that might try to hurt them. Instead, he only found little wells of water. He noted that his water was running low. He carefully dipped a finger in one of them and brought it to his mouth. It tasted fine. He gently filled his waterskin to the brim, taking a satisfying gulp.
Behind the last door, there was an open area with a funny metal nozel near the ceiling. Below it, on the wall, was some kind of handle. Might be another door, he thought, before walking up and turning it. A jet of ice cold water shot out from the nozel, soaking his head and causing him to yell out in alarm. He jerked back, tripping over his own feet and crashing into the wall behind him. The water contiued to rain down, and he had an awful time maneuvering around it to reach the handle and shut it off. He emerged, dripping and shivering. "Uh...I was thirsty," he mumbled, hoping no one noticed.
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