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Damian has spent most of the trip lost in thought, wondering about the mechanical creatures and the purpose of their creation. Were they some sort of autonomous workers that revolted, or had they been created as sentients. He was leaning towards the later (especially given the statue that they saw as they entered this area), but he had to wonder at their creators. After all, creating a new species (regardless of how one goes about it) was usually done by those who thought of themselves as gods, or above mortals.

Coming out of the daze, Damian mumbles to himself in

Damian will scratch something out in dwarven in the dirt, and then pick up the orb in his gauntleted hand, before examining the body of the clockwork creature.

Dwarven:
Do you think that it's alive? If so, is this orb it's soul? That's a terrifying thought. And it's good to see that I am not wrong about you being an intelligent animal. We had some where I come from.

Looking around, Damian suddenly realized that he was the only one in combat with these mechanical devices. Damian shook his head and thought I really need to learn their language. He then shouted in Draconic, without taking his eyes off the being he was engaged with, before dropping into a defensive posture.

Total defense.

Dag nabbit. I posted something Friday morning, and here we are with it not showing up. Let me get it reposted.

Damian will again activate his flaming blade and move into combat with purple, following the group's example.

When hostilities began, Damian followed his instincts and moved to cover, trying to move out of sight.

Stealth Check: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

He listened patiently, observing how the group reacted to the newcomers and what appeared to be some sort of explosive device on the ground. As the began following the newcomers, Damian slipped from his cover and stealthily began to follow, moving from tree to tree and checking to make sure that he did not trigger the bombs.

Damian continued to walk on, spinning his strange rods as he walked.

Damian will move with the rest of the party, twirling his strange rods as he goes.

As far as marching order goes, I don't mind being in front. Someone would need to communicate that to me, however.

Poor Damian really needs to learn Common.

Damian begins speaking quite a bit in the language he shares with Pierce.

Is this technology more advanced then my time (which is roughly world war I/early industrial/steam era)?

Do I recognize the armored angel iconography?

Damian will sneak forward towards the city.

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

Damian produces a small notebook from a compartment underneath his jetpack and begins taking notes on the clockwork guardian while muttering under his breath in a language none of you recognize. After his inspection, Damian will say

As the skyline resolves itself, Damian says

Damian is just turning away from the skyline when the hallway is filled with most likely razor-sharp metal disks. Damian shouts out something in Draconic, appearantly not to anyone specific.

Damian will activate his flame blade and move into a flank on the creature.

"You should stay away from the far doors. Those clockwork guardians can be dangerous, and they can be tough to destroy."

Gosh Darn Dotting Dots!

I can say that I have played several games, including a pair of level 15+ games, without any real healing in it (we used potions and wands with UMD) and we survived and even thrived. It will definitely force us to figure out a combat style and focus on it (whether that be speed, focusing fire, or high defenses).

I'm a quasi spellcaster.

I am fine with you rolling perception, sense motive, knowledge checks, saves, and initiative checks, as these things are more reactive in nature.

I think that your critters are up. I just mention this so that I can carve them up with my lightsaber flame blade. =D

It's okay, we love you anyway!

Damian will push a few buttons on one of the rods that he is pulling and a beam of fire will spring to life from one end. He will then move into a rough "flanking" position, taking his place on the opposite end of the combat from Gray.

activating Flame Blade and then moving.

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Damian says something and then proceeds between the statues towards the door.

Watching the react, Damian removes a set of tools and begins looking for the platform or tripwire that activates the traps.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

Disable Device if I spot the trap: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34

Rising earlier than the majority of the party and staying as out of view of the party as possible, Damian climbs into his armor.

Basically, he doesn't want anyone to know that he can't walk.

As Damian wakes his relief, he moves to a spot as far away from the fire as he can before climbing out of his armor. He quickly climbs under the bedroll that he removes from an area underneath his jetpack, and goes immediately to sleep, His armor standing quiet sentinel over him.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Satisfied that the cave is secure, Damian will stand near the enterance and say

Damian trudged along, continuing to twirl his rods. When they reached the cave, he would move to take point and begin sneaking into the cave to check for inhabitants.

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 that's a 30 for traps

Damian continued to twirl the rods that were strapped to his sides between his fingers similar to how one my twirl a pencil or a drumstick.

After finding a place to set Roy that seems safe, Damian will go to collect the rest of the group, reseating his helmet as he does (which seals with a hissing sound).

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Grabbing Roy and his helmet, Damian activates his jetpack and flies straight up while shouting out a warning in draconic.

As Roy still has not regained consciousness, Damian will apply more glowing energy to him to heal him.

3d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 4) = 13

That's another 6 healing.

With a loud hiss of steam, Damian will remove his helmet, to get a better look at the injured catman. Making several adjustments on his right gauntlet, it begins to glow with energy. Reaching out and gently touching Roy, his wounds begin to close.

Repair Flesh: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 3) = 9

Wow, a whopping 4 hp of healing.

Damian will turn when he hears the explosion. Seeing Gray struggle with the body, he will hustle over and grab Roy's body, picking it as though it had no weight. He will walk back into the center of the clearing and set him down gently.

Clipping the rods back onto his belt, Damian will reach into his pack and offer Scath a piece of what salted meat. The visor on his helmet rises slowly, and you see the face of a young man with black hair and purple eyes inside as he pops a piece of meat into his mouth. He nods to scath and then the faceplate replaces itself with a hiss of steam.

Noticing that Scath appears to be favoring his hind leg, Damian moves to him and says

Damian will watch the proceedings, curious as to what is going on. He will draw the rods from his belt, and then begin to idly twirl them around his hands. It appeared to be something that he had done so much that it was habit and done out of reflex as opposed to conscious choice.

Usually that's just what they say right before the giant monster appears silently behind them. =_

Damian trod along, bringing up the rear and on the lookout for more hidden observers. The Nimgraen's were sneaky b@$+@#ds, and were probably behind his abduction. Unless this is all one of their illusions, although my duit should have protected me from illusions after the last time.

Landing to conserve fuel, Damian waited until the others were preoccupied, then proceeded to refuel his rocket pack.

After refueling, Damian would follow along and listen to their converstation, making notes so that he could start learning their language.