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Clement coughs, imagining he has inhaled some fragments of metal during all the bludgeoning of the fight but lands next to what remains of Xin's construct. "Was that him? Was he full power?" Clement looks to Spasi and Bibic to confirm, but as the two begin discussing riches and Varisian expansion efforts, the half-angel takes that discussion as confirmation they have thwarted the grand evil casting the shadow all this time. "Should we look around for a deed to this island? Did they have deeds back in the old days? Or is it simply assumed you are the owner of an island if you have a robot and crystal creature army at your disposal?" Clement's stomach grumbles as he rubs his gut and wonders if the next day can come soon enough to summon forth a celebration feast. "Spasi.. does any of that glowing stuff let me bring another feast out today?" A fleeting thought passes through Clement's mind - they have defeated the grand evil, and Spasi has yet to mention Noya.
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With a crystal giant in his face, Clement sees if his "Mega Angel" at least let him pretend to be a partial-Rhesus and inflict his own walloping. for + sonic
for + sonic With both himself and his allies suffering some injuries at this point, Clement unleashes another bolt of holy energy, this time to mend everyone's wounds.
Seeing the Xinbot falling back, the oversized angelic Clement burses forth with radiant energy as he shouts to Rhesus. "Bring it down!!"
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for + sonic Sensing the Xinbot has employed its magicks to repel the Mighty Rhesus, Clement quickly decides thwarting such defenses takes a priority over Clement-bashing the crystal in his face, especially given how the pulsing crystals are flaring up a bout of indigestion from the morning feast.
Despite his increased size and might, Clement quickly summons a magical bubble around his allies to protect them from any future fumes conjured by their foes.
Clement turns away from the gas, seeming to ignore its effects.
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Grunting as the energy pulses through him, Clement nods as he bears witness to Rhesus leaping onto the skeleton's contraption. Clement looks to his experts for confirmation. "Is this it? Is that skeleton what's left of the runelord??" With the crystal beings seeming to emerge from the walls to enjoin the fight, Clement figures there's no better time than to assume Mega-Clem form. With a few gestures, Clement grows larger, both in girth and height until he's a full twelve feet tall. His angel wings seem to not even notice the increased demands his new oversized angel form imparts as he does his best to provide cover to Spasi and Bibic.
Clement exhales and checks his body for any shared wounds from Rhesus's frontal assault. "Well, I expected that to be harder..." Patting Rhesus on the back, both in admiration and also an odd mix of relief and disappointment(?) he was uninjured, Clement observes as Spasi interacts with all the Runelordy staircase-portal magic. "Thought that might've been the runelord's spirit thing in the giant, but maybe not? Eventually we're having to put him down right? Further up? I just want to ensure we're prepared so that super dangerous thing doesn't happen..." Clement's eyes stray to Rhesus, remembering that those times when Rhesus's mind is addled, things go much less well for their foursome.
Clement braces for impact as Rhesus flings himself and his hammer at the giant, realizing it may not matter what it's made out of with Rhesus charging at it.
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Clement briefly nods to himself upon seeing the blackened giant body, reaffirming his decision to ensure the group was resistant to any more attempts to harm them with fire. With some passing familiarity of golems from the Golemworks, Clement tries to ascertain what they are soon to battle. "Spasi, Bibs! Is that thing another golem? Possessed by Xin's spirit?"
Clement prepares yet another of his feasts for the group before they step onto the odd teleporter and continue their investigations.
As he follows Rhesus towards the black doors, Clement reacts to Spasi's insights, "a giant golem-thing? Not surprising given everything so far. Do you think we're near the t--" Clement spins as the sounds fill the chamber, ready for the pieces to fly together and more smash-and-shatter work performed by Rhesus and Bibic.
With the door shut, Clement arches an eyebrow in Spasi's direction. "I didn't lie. I didn't see anything remotely valuable in there that any of you would want? Not quite sure why there's such a random assortment of good and bad creatures hanging out in these rooms, but didn't see the use in asking?"
Clement clears his throat as the guardians pause. "Golden elves - we are not looking to battle forces of good or law in this fortress! We do not need to fight. We are not looking to take anything in this room!" Clement arches an eyebrow at the others in his group, seeing if there is generally agreement that they don't have to take anything from this room, at least at the moment, to stop the runelord.
About to travel for the rest of the week, will check posts on Fri or Sat!
Coughing, Clement covers his face with a plated fist to little effect and keeps his eyes on Rhesus who appears to be struggling with the toxic fumes.
** Clement observes as the metallic man rises amid the trio of golden elves, which on the surface appear more good than evil. "Hold! We do not need to fight! Must we destroy everything in this fortress??"
Clement also hesitates, certain Bibic and Rhesus will dispatch a creature that he suspects would be much more challenging for him to damage.
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Seeing little benefit to enter a room with a skymetal dragongolem, Clem flaps his wings and takes to the air after giving Rhesus a pat on the shoulder. "I'm sure Bibs will make quick work of it with his scarab. We may want to fan out..."
Mostly recovered, Clement follows Rhesus to the next door on foot.
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Clement watches as Rhesus disappears inside of the writing pass, cocking his head to hear the odd sound of Rhesus's snoring through the moans.
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Clement, having learned from experience that flying up to something like this can hurt, follows Spasi to the sky while pulling a scroll from his haversack. "Hey, more old stuff taking up space! Bless you Rhesus, may you actually hit the blobstrosity now."
Clement's stomach rumbles and he fishes around in his magical sack before pulling out a number of bottles. "Thirsty..."
Burping after quaffing three oversized flasks, Clement rubs his wounds and bruises until they all but disappear. "Is that a.. bow? When'd you get one of those? How long have you had those arrows??" Clement grins before walking alongside the barbarian to their next room.
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"Ow! OWWW! Why does this hurt more than when I share cuts with Rhesus?" Glancing over his shoulder, Clement realizes that Rhesus isn't even nearby but instead shouting from the ground. Gliding back down, he lands behind the barbarian and licks his wounds.
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"A retriever? So does that mean the strategy of us waiting for it to..." Clement winces as the yellow-tinged beam engulfs him, his angel wings reflexively attempting to form a cocoon against the assault.
"Hey! Okay, so it has beams of badness! What did that even do? Err, shoot it faster Bibic!" Taking flight, Clement soars up at the creature seeing as it is likely to just shoot beams at him if he waits. for + sonic
Upon entering, Clement gestures towards the liquid-filled globes. "How long do you think that stuff's been bubbling, Spasi? Fresh experiments or a century of... OH, SPIDER." His angel wings fluttering as Clement considers taking flight, he instead forms a protective line in front of Bibic and nudges Rhesus to do the same. "Might as well make it come to us, right?"
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Recovering some of his lost stamina, Clement rests his wings as he takes a couple steps in the large hall and peers at the golems and eight doorways that they could choose to investigate further. "If this is some sort of workshop, maybe the controls would be in the side doors? We don't have much else to explore, right? I'm guessing these bigger doors lead to a way up?"
Clement nudges Rhesus towards a smaller door near where they exited the stairs.
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Clement pays little heed to the minor injuries he is sustaining through his shared bond with Rhesus and continues to swing his rod to his best ability to whittle away the robo-eel. for + sonic
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Without much to do other than pound away against the clockwork construct alongside Rhesus, Clement swings his rod and hopes to knock a few panels or whats-it-izmos loose. for + sonic
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Clement glances ahead as the group scoops up the items and shoves them into their haversacks. "I guess this stuff here in the armory was just sitting here when Xin's fortress got sucked into the sea and has sat here since?"
Seeing no further areas to explore beyond the armory, Clement paddles back towards the main chamber and the south along with Rhesus.
Clement winces as Rhesus's hammer crushes the last of their foes and the half-angel can't help but wonder if everything lurking in the runelord's fortress is going to require such a slaughter at their hands. Briefly considering magical aid so he can keep an eye on Invisi-Spasi, Clement paddles ahead to the faint arch to the north, beckoning Rhesus to follow.
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Also feeling emboldened by their progress and realizing he is back in the thick of melee after assisting Rhesus, Clement resorts to some clobbering swings of his own. for + sonic
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Seeing Rhesus suddenly go motionless, Clement exhales a heavy sigh in the life bubble, thankful for the fresh air surrounding him and the others. Moving forward, he mutters a few words and presses a hand to Rhesus's back while trying to avoid the eels.
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Despite the metal plate surrounding his body, Clement realizes he actually harms himself more by letting himself get hit than letting Rhesus get clobbered and merely suffering whatever wounds manage to find their way through both Rhesus's armor and thick Shoanti skin. Padding backwards, Clement summons more powerful healing magic to set himself right while hoping Rhesus finishes off clobbering the eels while Bibic sorts out the usefulness of a bow and arrows underwater.
As a heads up I'll be off grid camping again for several days next week (something I do once a month now) so hopefully things don't delay on Clem much from Sun-Thu (back Friday). Clem's at 106hp after that bruising so will certainly heal up before further danger.
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Clement grunts-urgles underwater as the combination of Rhesus-wounds and direct injuries pummel him. Shrugging off the worst of the shocking tail slaps, Clement is thankful for the extra agility provided by Bibic's magic. Uncertain of how much of a beating they will continue to take, Clement resorts to quickly restoring the health of his allies along with himself, hopeful Rhesus will clobber the creatures before things get too far.
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[ooc]Ah, Clement would apply Freedom of Movement for himself and Bibic to make things easier here before we dive in, if that's OK? 160 min duration each so should have us covered for nearly 3 hrs. Clement grunts as he experiences not only his own chomping eel bites finding their way past his armor, but Rhesus's as well. Wiggling his way out, the half-angel works to hammer the eel monster into submission. for
Clement flutters his wings for a moment as Spasi proposes life-bubbling to help the group traverse the water's depths. "Got it". With a flourish, Clement gestures to the others and a white-tinged egg-shaped structure surrounds the group as he reaches out and makes contact with each of them.
Clement glances upward, as if he could divine through the ceiling above what may be in that direction. Shrugging, he steps onto the platform and looks to Spasi to figure out how to operate the device.
Clement works to hide the smirk induced by Spasi's sarcasm, working to maintain his demeanor as an angelic herald. "You know, it's obvious to me now.. we were opening these doors trying to find ol' Xin hiding out behind his throne on top of his treasure hoard like some sort of dragon but he's..." Clement gestures at the stone platform. "Probably down... or up. What do you guys think? If I'm some sort of Runelord I'd probably be at the topmost level, but then again I'd probably have all my treasure safely stashed away below?"
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Watching the wraiths glide out towards Rhesus, Clement generally judges the creatures as a severe threat that may last nearly half a minute against their group and does what he can to contribute to their obliteration.
Clement keeps a hand on Bibic's shoulder, hoping there isn't any adamantine silverware the elf suddenly decides he needs should this room once again feature an illusory ceiling concealing other deadly sanity-draining foes. "Any sign of our runelord? Or another door we are better off closing until he's dead and we can take our time clearing this place out?"
Clement gives the room behind the throne a very careful last glance before acquiescing to Bibic's suggestion to proceed to another door. "I would have thought the room behind the throne would've had something better in it.. treasure or the Runelord hiding or something."
With nothing further to do, Clement nudges Rhesus and circles around behind the warrior as the big Shoanti opens the next door.
Clement maintains a safe distance from Spasi as he scans the room and the danger-cloak, prepared to swoop in and counter whatever magicks may work their way into the Taldan's mind. He once again suggests, "we could of course just close this door, again.. not sure this cloak would pursue us?"
Clement reaches out to hold Bibic in the main room while they scope it from the doorway. About to deliver words of caution, Clement hesitates while Spasi delivers the same message in a more straight-forward manner. "I... don't see any silverware we need in there either or anything that would help us off the ol' runelord wherever he's really hiding at in this place. Perhaps we close the door and move on?"
Clement continues to shield his eyes from whatever is above them, not wanting to fall victim to the same mental influence that briefly overtook Bibic. "Are they still up there? What are we avoiding looking at?"
Clement stands ready, certain as long as both Rhesus and Bibic are not insane, the strange little creatures' hijinks will come to a swift end.
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Observing Spasi closing his eyes and heeding Bibic's warning, Clement resists looking upward at whatever is lobbing hellish fire in their direction and thwarting their magicks. Recognizing the all-too-familiar confusion of his companions and peppering of Spasi, Clement glides over to Spasi and presses his hand on the elf's back.
Hearing a yelp from the room that Bibic still hasn't yet returned from and then the elf bursting into his usual dramatic overacting, Clement becomes more alert and observes as Rhesus either does some impressive mimicry or crashes into some sort of invisible wall. "What's going on??" Never quite be at ease in an ancient Runelord fortress, Clement takes flight and heads towards Bibic, seeing if the elf poked himself on a fork or was facing something more dire.
Thanks for bumping me Spasi. Posting now! |