Iron Gods FOC: Diamonds in the Rough (Inactive)

Game Master TheRiverOcean

"I- uh, I'm Felicia and... I'm not sure how I got here... Do any of you happen to know where here is?"

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Bewildered by both Bob and Felicia, Kaad is more concerned about the pressing matter of the poison pumping through his system. "Anything you got that can assist flesh from poisoning would be greatly appreciated Fijit. " Kaad replies to the question that is most prudent to him.

Besides, I am not certain where we actually are. Hopefully Torch is still above us.

Aside from casting guidance for the check, I don't have anything to neutralize poison. Does anyone have a healing kit? Otherwise, I can pray for two lesser restorations for tonight to try and fix some damage tomorrow.

"I think we're somewhere under the town of Torch," Palomia says as the group and the two newcomers begin to pull themselves together. She walks over to where Relas sits and kneels down, inspecting his wounds for a moment. "Looks like Relas took quite the beating too. If you're able to use any of your healing energy to patch him up, that would be grand. But if not, use your abilities to help Kaad or...BoB, if such a thing would work. I think I can mend some of his wounds myself, should push come to shove," she comments, looking towards Fijit.

That's a roundabout way of saying Relas is hurt as well if you want to channel energy but if not (or if you're out of channels) then she can use her eidolon-only spell to heal him up a bit! Also for BoB and Felicia, this is more or less what Palomia and Relas look like, give or take clothing, equipment, and armor. Relas looks much friendlier than the panther in the picture, though!

"I would appressshhiate any asshhistance," Kaad continues to ramble.

The infernal beast seems week on his hooves.He looks for a place to sit down.

As Palomia speak and says BoB's name his head raises up.

BoB does not need assistance. Nanite repair will complete in 79 hours and 30 minutes. BoB is here to assist.

His head lowers again as his body remains limp but standing sword still in hand with the tip on the floor out in front of him.

Let's see...

Knw, Eng Check to think that there should be a med bay on a ship this size...: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

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Fijit checks the door behind the desk terminal.

Will the black card still open it?

"The town of Flash-light? What an odd-" The catgirl started when a *bing* sounded from the collar. "Oh I get it... this thing must translate language, but it has trouble with some proper nouns. So, Torch... I haven't heard of that place... I'm beginning to think I'm not in Ocilac anymore. Am I even on Genesis?"

Askra looks the newcomers over now that the combat has expired. She shakes somewhat, then masters herself.

So, a catgirl and a metallic man. A… man-"droid".

"Well met BoB - Felicia. Nice work on those critters BoB - just try to avoid their spikes in future." Ask presses the point by removing the quill in her forearm with a grunt of pain before languidly flicking it away in distaste.

"Right - Felicia, I don't even know where here is, so I doubt this is where you think it is - Jean, Fij - where in this infernal place are we, and where will we find Khonnir? Can you ask the….glass?" [points to any screens, dials, ports etc]

More strange strangers. I miss Val!

BoB's head raises again.

BoB has adjusted programming. Will try to avoid spikes from now on is there anything else BoB can help you with. Nanite repair completion in 79 hours 15 minutes.

His head drops again.

Fijit opens the door to the store room using the black card. Inside the lit room are several upright lockers and lots of rubble laying on the ground. Looking through the lockers she finds: 1 Flashlight, 3 Batteries, and 26 silverdisks. There is also a pristine locker, bulkier and larger than the others, with a white panel.
You may use disable device, with a panalty unless you have the technologist feat, or try smashing the locker open if you wish.

Jean taps away at the glass, and the system creates a way point for what she is seeking. A glowing neon light appears in a circle under her feet, then extends to the door near the desk. The blue light pulses with an arrow that leads under the door every few seconds.
MAP UPDATED

"Ocilac? Genesis?" Palomia asks, looking puzzled. "We're in the country of Numeria, on the continent of Avistan. You don't remember anything about how you got here?"

Seeing that most of the others appear to be in relatively stable condition, Palomia murmurs a short incantation and places a hand on Relas. The panther's wounds seem to improve significantly, mending thanks to the magical energy being infused.

Lesser Rejuvenate Eidolon: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

"Thanks Palo! I'm still not at 100% but I feel much better," Relas rumbles as he rises to a standing position. Looking up at the summoner, he adds, "That thing happened again, didn't it? I feel stronger...and now you can remake me again! Can we go back to claws? My stinger doesn't seem as effective as they were."

Without waiting for a response, he proceeds to pad over to where the machine-man is standing, looking him over with curiosity. "He said his name was BoB, right? If Dolga really did send him to help us, then she really outdid herself! I wonder if there are more like him?"

Disable Device: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

Fijit has the Technologist feat.

Fijit is unable to open the locker.

"Brigh's Ball Bearings!" Fijit storms away from the locker. "Jean, do you want to take a look at this?" Fijit's eyes widen when she sees the wounded state of her compatriots.
"Stinger Kitty! You're all messed up!" She whips out the wand of cure light and tends to the party.

CLW on Relas: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
CLW on BoB: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
"Don't worry big fella, I'll entreat Brigh to fix your servos."
Pausing, Fijit suddenly seems to notice that she's banged up as well.
"And some for mama..."
CLW on Fijit: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Thanks Fijit! Now I feel ready to tangle with whatever other nasties are lurking around in here!"

"That's a good idea," Palomia nods in response to Relas' request. "And I've also got a little some else in mind..."

She walks over to the eidolon and begins to engage in a ritual that Kaad, Askra, Jean and Fijit have seen once before. Uttering strange incantations, the rune on her forehead begins to glow, as does the one on Relas. The panther's form begins to shimmer, the stinger retracting back to a normal tail, claws springing forth from his front paws once more. In addition, both tooth and claw seem to give off a faint pulse of color before returning to their normal shades.

"There!" she says, smiling in a satisfied manner. "Claws again and now they should be able to penetrate magical defenses; your teeth too." Looking over her shoulder at Fijit, she adds, "Thanks for helping patch him up."

"Fijit! Heal me please."

Kaad is more direct about his approach this time during a moment of clarity.

"Ack" Askra jolts slightly as she notices more than just the jab in her forearm.

"Me too for healing Fij. I guess I got caught up in the moment. Or bunch of moments…"

There should be a healing station if we follow the glowing lights. It should at least help with the poison. I can lead you there, but let me see if I can help Fijit quickly enough. Jean steps back and tries her hand at the locker.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

"Well met, Jean. Lead the way." Kaad says with confidence as someone has a solid solution for his current dilemma.

Fijit hurries to administer aid to Kaad and Askra.

CLW on Kaad: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW on Askra: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

The locker stands taller and wider than Jean, a small white panel is attached to the smooth glistening door. Jean manipulates the panel's electronics with deft fingers, until an angry screech interrupts.

Oen dazin kulamo lako zhumik

Askra is just sighing in relief as Fijit applies the healing wand when the mechanical screeching interrupts. Askra is all of a sudden ready with giant blade in hands.

"What's it yelping about? Is it going to attack us?"

Jean leans back and whispers a bit loudly to Askra... It's, err... asking for identification. And there's a security unit nearby, so get ready. It's definitely not for me but maybe I can bypass this thing.

Biting her lower lip, Jean tries to cancel/bypass the security system, probing with some tools summoned from thin air.

Create Gear on the equivalent of Thief Tools for electronic systems

Disable Device (or -1 for Knw, Engineering): 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 11 + 2 = 18

I was thinking of using Shocking Grasp on the panel to try overloading the system, but it didn't seem to be the 'intelligent' thing to do ;)

nice trick and good thinking! Unfortunately white security panels are no joke!

The chirp screeches again. The rapid androffan barks forth in a lower tone.

Jean gestures to Fijit to quickly come over and take a look. She continues to work on bypassing the system while talking to buy some time. Beads of sweat start to form upon her brow.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 11 + 2 = 24

BoB's head raises as Jean fulls with the door.

Security defesne detected. Prime directive destroy all Robot's. Try name Ryktass to disable.

BoB advances over beside Jean.

Nanite healing delayed, prime directive destroy Robot life, Security Drone detected.

He stands at the ready with his sword held high.

Felicia Shakes her head, She had been mesmerized by Fijit since the use of the wand. Now, snapping out of it, she readies her sword and stands next to BoB. "Try not to get messed up before you're all repaired big boy. Wouldn't wanna go wasting you before we really need you." She winked at him.

Fijit attempts to assist Jean on her disable device check.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

Momentarily out of combat, Askra tries to maintain her composure by staring about in consternation, trying not to let Jean or Fijit feel her stress.

More damned roh-bots!

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Besides the locker apparently asking Jean to tell it who she is, Palomia has no idea of what it, Fijit, or Jean herself are babbling about. However, she can tell by Jean's body language that things aren't going well.

"What is it?" she hisses. "What is it saying? And what do you mean, 'security unit'?"

She jumps in alarm as BoB suddenly springs back to life, moving to stand next to Jean with his sword drawn. "Ryktass? Who is Ryktass?"

Beginning to feel that trouble may be about to the find them once more, Palomia sighs and readies her crossbow, looking around nervously.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

The room goes silent for a moment. Then all of the lights go dark. A voice seems to whisper in everyone's ear.

"Zhu me gaan..."

In the pitch black, the door nearest the desk opens, but nothing is there.

Felicia moves toward the opening door sound carefully, trusting her nose to alert her to any threat.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 8 = 26

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The door opens into an empty pitch black hallway with a another door at the end.

I:ll update the map tonight

"Oh no, we are not doing this little song and dance again," Palomia snarls, muttering a few arcane words. A small glowing light appears on the tip of the shortspear she carries. "We won't be falling @ss over elbows now" she says grimly before she turns to Jean and Fijit. "Okay, what's going on? Is this a trap?"

Casting Light.

That was... somewhat disappointing.

"Well I couldn't get the locker open but the way down there should lead to the healing station."

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"I will follow you, Jean."

I sure don't know what is going on here? Two strangers, help from Dolga and the other?

Through the silence, the choked scream of a man in agonizing pain echoes from the hallway. Heavy crashes of metal and screeching immediately follow.

Androffan speakers may linguistics on 'Ryktass', also the White Panel locker is a DC 30, very tough!

Linguistice: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Security drone deployed. BoB will engage and destroy.

BoB walks to the now open door with his weapon ready. He looks down the hall and awaitts to see any movement.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Character Roll: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
figures.

Felicia notices that the light is different than before, then notices that the lights are still off in the room. Her ears flatten against her head and she looks back at Palo wide eyed, "How... how are you doing that??? "

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Linguistics on Ryktass: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Palomia looks at the cat-woman strangely. "It's a cantrip...and just a minor one at that. But even the most minor of magics come in handy from time to ti-" her speech is cut short by the agonized screaming and sounds of metal crashing around. "What in blazes? Wait! That's not that Khonnir man we've been looking for, is it?"

She looks towards the sounds of the noise anxiously, but seems reluctant to charge ahead of Kaad, Askra, and BoB.

Map updated

Hopefully not... but let's hurry. Whoever it is might need our help. Jean follows behind Palomia closely. She looks at Felicia and waves in passing.

Maybe we'll have time to talk properly later.

Ask follows the others toward the cursing.

@TRO - is the voice of any Torch native Ask (or Jean I guess) might recognise?

BoB opens the door before him to reveal a dark circular room. The room is empty save for a panel of controls on the wall to the northwest. A coil of tubes dangling from the left side of the panel periodically flashes with sparks, while a single square window on the panel blinks with strange writing.

@Askra Askra could not, but Jean might with a perception. but it's easy to tell that it is the voice of a man who should be about Khonnir's age.

The scream sounded like it came from either straight ahead, or to the right of the party.

@Anyone please post with which door you decide to open, they are not locked. Perception checks on the doors will only reveal silence