Iron Gods ala Fabian (Inactive)Game Master Fabian Benavente
Turn 021 is up. Read the OOC. Questions, comments, and/or suggestions? Game on!
FYI: I'll be out and about all day and may not be able to post until this evening when I intend to move this along... 
At the end of the hall another of the things sat, motionless. He listed carefully but it seemed to make no noise. "That's the bad thing that hurt Val...Should we smash it?"
"These are curious," Jeyne responded to the skulk, indicating the plastic rectangles. "Are you familiar with their function? Or are they merely salvage?"
"Is Counsel Mintbane here?" Counsel Mintbane...Counsel Mintbane...Counselmint...ah, yes. "No, Councilman Baine does not appear to be among the fallen, nor do any of his colleagues - his friends. These, then, are from one of the earlier groups who made forays into the tunnels.
"That's the bad thing that hurt Val...Should we smash it? "Stay back! Do not approach it!" Jeyne threw a hand across the large man's chest. "I hear a hum..." Her subroutines focused on the noise, extrapolated its origin... "And it seems to be coming from the automaton. It would appear then that it is still active, like the one that attacked Val earlier. "Its stance is expectant, but it has not initiated hostilities for the moment - it seems probable it is set as a guardian, programmed to strike as soon as an intruder comes within reach. So long as we do not provoke or approach it, it should not prove problematic." Of course, our mission takes us past the machine, which does prove problematic... "So, then, we have established that the glaucite wall is in fact a buried vessel of some sort, and that some of its guardians are yet active. I presume the one that Khonnir returned with previously was another guardian, set upon the outer door, perhaps. This gives us much to consider. It seems we now have two options - engage the machine or return to Val with our findings and face the guardian later."
"These are curious," Jeyne responded to the skulk, indicating the plastic rectangles. "Are you familiar with their function." Malka took a look as well. "They look like an access card. Whether they are still active or not is unknown. I may be able to tell a little more with magical aide.". She added another question for the skulk chieftain. "Where did you find these?" Tag skulk chieftain and others Action 3: As the entered into the hallway contained within the glaucite wall, she placed a comforting hand on Seven's arm. She knew he wouldn't like the enclosed space. She then proceeded to recite the necessary words for detecting radiation. She knew that old technology could sometimes be dangerous and any warning for the group would be helpful.
"As I said before, chief, we had a truce and a deal." At Malka's words about the rectangles being access cards, Zaken nodded approvingly. "I agree with you, Malka..." Taking one of those in his hands, he examined it.
While Zaken was busy looking around, LEEK seemed to have detected something dangerous. "ATENTION. POSSIBLE DANGER AHEAD IN 59.5% CHANCE OF OCCURANCE." Zaken raised an eyebrow at his construct calculations. "I'm sure he just came up with this number from nowhere..."
OK, so I just got back. I'm still waiting on Camrad. However, I have no definite course of action... Do you need one more day to decide?
Camrad didn't know what to make of the strange cards. They were light, like paper, but stiff as metal and felt oddly smooth to the touch. Remind me again why this stuff is useful. he wanted to say, but had no desire to offend the skulks so he merely shrugged and handed the cards to Zaken. “Why don't one of you hold on to these.” Camrad said, turning his gaze to the metal wall. “This stuff is beyond me.” "No, Councilman Baine does not appear to be among the fallen, nor do any of his colleagues - his friends. These, then, are from one of the earlier groups who made forays into the tunnels. “Guess that just leaves the big door then.” Camrad said as he examined the bodies. Poor saps. The dark places of the world are no place to die no matter where you're from.
Camrad wasn't surprised at Seven's reaction. This place was an unnatural thing, created either by man or monstrosity and on any other day Camrad would have wanted nothing to do with it. But circumstances had changed and he would not be denied. Still, Camrad couldn't help but share Seven's trepidation. How crazy do you have to be to surround yourself with so much suffocating metal? he thought, but his ponderings were cut short when he sighted the rusted golem. At the end of the hall another of the things sat, motionless. He listed carefully but it seemed to make no noise. "That's the bad thing that hurt Val...Should we smash it?" “Wouldn't put it past this one to play possum after what happened this mornin’.” Camrad replied as he unslung his bow.
“I think Baine would have told someone if there was another one of these things, which means someone, or something, is replacing ‘em.” Camrad said, trying his best not to make any sudden moves. “And if we're passin’ through there we should put that thing down. Least then it won't get the drop on us later.”
"Well... I agree with you Mr. Camrad and I think we can handle it pretty easily... LEEK, get ready to show them some moves." LEEK flashed a couple lights, getting ready for the possible combat.
Turn 022 is up. Read the OOC. Questions, comments, and/or suggestions? Game on! rolls:
We cross-posted but ... yep. :)
As Malka did her magic Seven saw the thing lurch aggressively. He knew it was going trying to hurt her, just like the other thing had hurt Val, and he wasn't going to let that happen. The voice eagerly agreed. He screamed as he charged forward, allowing his momentum to propel him directly toward the thing. As he approached he twisted the blade back to his right, then swung it around with everything he could muster. The metallic crunch was deafening, the impact sending vibrations up into his shoulder.
“Seven look out! It's gettin’ up!” Camrad said, drawing and aiming an arrow so quickly that someone might swear it had been there all along. Targeting an exposed patch of wiring near the neckline, he released the quarrel, sending the arrow hurtling towards his foe.
The arrow sunk deep into the tangled mass, piercing several wires before it made contact with solid metal. “He's all yours Seven.” Camrad said already reaching for a new arrow.
No radiation was detected.
Are you guys going to kill my robot before it gets a chance to attack again? :)
Are you guys going to kill my robot before it gets a chance to attack again? :)
It seemed that Camrad and Seven may have already taken care of the robot...but to be certain, Jeyne retrieved the net she had carefully re-folded after the fight with the jinkins. She tried to squeeze past LEEK and throw the net at the automaton, though she had misjudged how difficult the cramped quarters between Zaken's robot and the wall would make the throw. The net struck Seven's leg and fell to the ground in front of her in a loose bundle.
Zaken touched LEEK's shoulder, guiding him in the fight. Properly guided, LEEK moved forward, lifting his fist as he moved and attacking the robot...
...even if he found only the metal wall, the sound of his mighty blow ringing in their ears. Zaken sighed. "And this was with my help... for something with such skills in calculations, calculate where to land a blow should be easier, right?"
Malka...
Seeing the automaton come to life, Malka sought to protect herself by casting her spell of protection by making her skin like that of metal. Malka added her warning to Camrad's. "Be careful. There may be others if someone set this robot as a sentinel."
Turn 023 is up. Read the OOC. Questions, comments, and/or suggestions? Game on! rolls: , Seven
The robot is calling for aid! It is possible more - But then Jeyne noticed something concerning: before, she had only recognized her words being garbled into Androffan as she spoke. Now, she realized that the difficulty went both ways. While she could understand the robot's speech readily, her companions' speech came through as only static, though she could see their lips moving... It seems I require further analysis, more than I recognized. But it seemed that her difficulties mostly arose in times of danger; the only way to alleviate the issue for now was to take care of the danger. Pulling a vial of alchemical fire from the bandolier at her chest, she hurled it forward, hoping to hit the robot without harming her allies too badly...
The whirling drill buzzed as it found a space in Seven's armor and mercilessly bore into his torso. His blood splattered the robot, coating it in a crimson sheen. He screamed in pain, reflexively pulling himself back and causing the drill to rip and tear further. The voice did not like that. Not one bit. It took control now, and Seven was glad for it, for he was now very tired. His vision blurred and refocused, the world once again awash in gray. Except for the thing. It took on a pronounced shade of red, like his blood. The voice willed his arms to raise, grip his sword like an enormous dagger, then bring it down swiftly, impaling the thing through its "head." Seven coughed, spitting blood.
“Seven get back!” Camrad yelled, losing another arrow at the abomination.
The arrow planted deep into one of the flashing lights, causing the machine to recoil. Sparks flew from the wound, showering harmlessly over Seven who looked ready to kill.
Turn 24 is up. Read the OOC. Questions, comments, and/or suggestions? Game on!
Action 1: Malka blanched as Seven was seriously hurt again. "Seven!", she exclaimed as she pushed her way forward. She started taking stock of his injuries, gently probing wounds, before bandaging what she could.
"I know that these things are bad but you need to be more careful. I have no idea what I would do without you", she murmured. Malka quickly recognized that some of his wounds were beyond her ability to heal. "Maybe you should take another one of the tonics we found." tag Seven Action 2: Malka hung back at the end of the group because she was really not looking forward to the swim back. She felt like she had barely made it the first time and she remembered how sick the water had made her. "Wound someone be willing to tie a rope off again to help those of us weaker swimmers?" tag everyone
Seven dove into the water after Malka, confident in his ability to swim back. But the fight had taken something out of him, and he struggled toward the end, inhaling a mouthful of oily water. He emerged, choking and sputtering, and vomited on the shore. He looked up anxiously, relieved to see that Malka had made it. "Where are the others?" __________________
As the robot fell, her companions' cries began to come back into focus, and Jeyne realized how badly Seven was injured. "If your potion is not sufficient to restore you to health, I can aid you again as well."
It seemed previous exposure to the smell of the water had rendered Jeyne's systems immune, at least for a time. She tied her equipment to a rope and strung the rope through the cave as before; the swim was still not easy, but familiarity helped some, and she was able to make it through the long tunnel without major incident, splashing to the surface just behind Seven. Once everyone had made the swim, she pulled her backpack through and re-settled it on her shoulders, remembering as she did part of its contents - the swim fins she had purchased that morning. "Let us return."
"We should inform the Councilwoman of our safe return, and that behind the wall appears to be some sort of vessel. Val will also be anxious to hear of the result of our explorations. Perhaps we should split up - myself and Zaken shall return to Val, while Malka, Seven, and Camrad speak with the Council?"
"We should inform the Councilwoman of our safe return, and that behind the wall appears to be some sort of vessel. Val will also be anxious to hear of the result of our explorations. Perhaps we should split up - myself and Zaken shall return to Val, while Malka, Seven, and Camrad speak with the Council?" Seven nodded, realizing that the Dolga lady had not yet answered Tolgy's question. "I'll go with Malka," he repeated, in case anyone had other ideas.
Action 1: "Don't worry, Malka. I'm not going anywhere." Malka's face showed relief but she tried to keep her voice serious. "I will hold you to that, Seven." Action 3: "We should inform the Councilwoman of our safe return, and that behind the wall appears to be some sort of vessel. Val will also be anxious to hear of the result of our explorations. Perhaps we should split up - myself and Zaken shall return to Val, while Malka, Seven, and Camrad speak with the Council?" Malka thought that Jeyne's proposal made the most sense and voiced as much. "I think that the councilwoman needs to know of our progress and Val may not take kindly to having to wait until we are finished. Splitting up makes the most sense."
Once the machine whirred it's last, Camrad was on his way to Seven, but realized that he would be little help in tending the wounds. He stepped aside and allowed Malka and Jeyne to administer healing. “Ha! Yer a stubborn one, ya know that?” Camrad said, finding a flat spot on the robot to sit on and his expression grew grave. “You could have died if that fight went on any longer.”
Camrad took a deep breath, preparing himself for a fresh dose of foulness, then dived headlong into the water. Despite a few disorienting moments he was able to retrace his steps with relative ease pull himself onto the shore.
Camrad pulled himself up from the foul water and found that he didn't have the energy to stand for fear that he might empty the contents of his stomach. “Maybe I'll jus’ *cough* lay here a while.” he said, doing his best to clear the putrid essence from his throat.
"We should inform the Councilwoman of our safe return, and that behind the wall appears to be some sort of vessel. Val will also be anxious to hear of the result of our explorations. Perhaps we should split up - myself and Zaken shall return to Val, while Malka, Seven, and Camrad speak with the Council?" “Fine by me.” Camrad said as he finished rearming himself. “I'll go with y'all to speak with the council woman, then we can all get a decent nights rest before we die in a cave.” he said with a grin.”
Waiting on Zaken but I think he may be out so I'll give him until tomorrow before recapping since the turn is not even 24 hours old. If any of you want to keep adding stuff to the 'after emerging from the cavern scene', feel free to do so. Questions? Game on!
Action 2: "Where are the others?" Malka handed Seven a handkerchief to wipe his mouth after he was sick. "That water truly is foul. The others shall be along shortly so we shall wait and go back to Torch together." Malka sat down beside Seven and leaned against his shoulder. It had been a long day and it was nice to just sit and rest. Even if the air smelled foul because of the water.
Seven stroked Malka's hair. In spite of the oily water, he thought it smelled real nice. Besides, he wanted her to know everything would be okay.
Turn 025 is up. Read the OOC. Questions, comments, and/or suggestions? Game on!
Actions 1: Malka could understand the councilwoman's concern about Khonnir. "We plan to return tomorrow so hopefully the challenges we faced today will not be an issue tomorrow. This will mean we can make better progress in finding Councilman Baine." Malka paused before asking, "Can you please reiterate who has gone into the tunnels? Perhaps descriptions? The skulks whom we ran into described numerous groups of people, some of which sounded unfamiliar." tag Dolga Action 2: Malka wolfed down the meal that Val prepared for them. After everything they had been through that day, she was a lot hungrier than she'd realized. With food in her mouth, it also made certain that someone else would answer Val when she asked about her dad. The wizard considered going back to the place she called home in Torch but thought it better if she stayed at Val's along with the others. Addressing Val she said, "If the offer still stands for a place to stay here at the inn, I would stay. I feel too tired to go back to my place."
Malka paused before asking, "Can you please reiterate who has gone into the tunnels? Perhaps descriptions? The skulks whom we ran into described numerous groups of people, some of which sounded unfamiliar." Camrad leaned on a wall, chewing his wheat as he listened to the exchange. “Sounds suspicious if you ask me. Maybe those tracks Knonnir found were theirs?”
Camrad had trouble focusing on the table talk. His mind was adrift as he tore a loaf in half and started chewing idlely, seeing the bleak halls of metal running endlessly into the dark. His reverie was by Malka’s request. "If the offer still stands for a place to stay here at the inn, I would stay. I feel too tired to go back to my place." “Hope it's not too much trouble if we rely on your hospitality. We’ll be outta yer hair first thing in the morning.”
Then he remembered Tolgy's question. "So what should I tell Tolgy?"
"Oh yep, still alive. If the automoms wanted him dead we'da found him already. Unless the gremlins ate him." Malka's elbow ribbed him gently, again suggesting he was misbehaving. "Uh, but he's probably just exploring." After dinner, Seven prepared to go. He thought of the hut Garritt had rented him on the edge of the junkyard. It was a small ramshackle thing made of tin, and it was full of holes that let the wind whistle through at night. But if he laid his head just right he could spy out of one such space in the roof and see the stars. That helped him sleep. Plus, no one bothered him there. Except Garritt. Then Malka spoke up, stating she would stay at the inn. That was okay, for they always kept separate beds. But then The Other Zacken spoke up, too, asking to stay also. That was not. "And me!" Seven interjected, making sure to position himself between the two.
Camrad stopped eating his loaf and looked Val square in the face. “We’ll find him Val.” he reassured her, knowing there was nothing more he could say to ease her fears. Then he resumed his meal, returning to his thoughts. she's got so much pain on her shoulders and if we don't do something its all gonna come crashn’ down around her. Camrad spent the rest of the night in relative silence, speaking only when prompted by another. When he was alone in his room he opened the window, feeling the cool night breeze as he opened the Parables of Erastil. There he stood, reading by the window, basking in the moonlight and reciting the sacred commandments of Erastil. He knew them all by heart, but still he felt the need to read it for himself, as if doing so filled him with strength. Something tells me we won't like what we find in that metal tomb. Hope I'll have the strength to face it old friend. Then, closing the text, he gave one last look at the night sky, and took his rest.
Once we hear from The Jeyne, I'll recap later today. :)
"The evidence suggests Khonnir lives yet. Or at least, that he did not meet the same fate as some of the other adventurers who have entered. We had word that he was seen to enter a buried vessel, and that the cave-dwellers we met had no intention of harming him." Jeyne omitted the part where Khonnir may have earned his safety by the skulks' deaths; while she pragmatically understood its necessity, Val might not. She took her customary gruel of milled grains, milk, and fruit; Val complained it was bland when she tried it, but it was superior nutritionally, Jeyne insisted. Nothing that would cause any detriment to health. Once the meal was complete, Jeyne returned to her usual upstairs corner room, the room she had called home for near fifteen years. Lying down on her hard cot, she was asleep in an instant, no worries or cares keeping her from her rest - for she'd never known worry.
Turn 026 is up. Read the OOC. Questions, comments, and/or suggestions? Game on!
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