EE has no problems being given orders, perhaps that's part of a Warforged's nature. he nods, giving his okay to Gauntlet, and turns to Viorr to check he's ready as well. <I miss one of my paints, but it'll have to do. Let's go!>
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EE witnesses the attempts at communication, amazaed. <I never found something akin before...> He stands in front of the prisoner and tries some slow words and gestures, repeating the same message in common, old common and draconic. <You give information, my friend not kill. Understand?>
Hey! Here I thought the game had died, for it stopped appearing on my games tab. Something, though, smelled bad, as usually SS would make us know, so I searched the inactive games and here it is! This weird thing happened also in another of my games. It seems Paizo is playing fate dice with my account :P Anyway, back on track, and happy to be a weekend driver!
<Do you mean they're usually not able to speak? Aren't they human? Do they suffer some kind of brain degeneration?> EE's data storage units start to emit a buzzing sound, cooling fans at top speed, at the prospect of new information.
EE is amazaed at the possibilities he's seeing for this kind of identification. <I would call it... Identikit Portrait!>
EE turns his yellow head to Gauntlet at the hearing of his last statement.
<It seems this place has known better times...> Carefully, EE inspects the temple's entrance for possible traps, ambushes or other dangers. Before approaching, he handles a pair of cans to Gauntlet. <Some repairing oil. Let's hope you don't need it.> He then produces a third, labeled "Sunburst Yellow", which he shakes firmly for one minute before using it as a spray all over his face, leaving it all yellow. <Let me have a look>
<Strange thing is, they knew exactly where to look for. They either were superb investigators, or had someone inside.> EE wonders if it would be worth interrogating the servants.
EE thinks aloud, as if briefing his thoughts. <Well, one of my best friends has been absorbed by the cult, and he seemed totally changed. You know, like they do in those sects where they fry your neural connections and make you think like they do, inhibiting all self thoughts. That's why I'm a bit more involved than what I should be. So please, yes, if you hear some interesting info, let us know.>
EE makes a face gesture when the burgle is revealed... which only intensifies when the corpse is shown. Investigation is what he was made for. He quickly scans the room for any details, including the corpse obviously.
<I'm afraid I'm not quite used yet with human anathomy, but surely some of my peers would have a look at the body and tell us something useful.> While looking everywhere and wandering around, he asks <Could you give us a description of the stolen piece?>
<Yes, they sounded quite... resentful.> EE still hears his old friend's words lingering into his auditive modules. <What do we know of this Lord of Blades? Is it something that should worry us in the short term?>
<We will have a look at this trinket; I guess talking to this noble would be the wisest - I don't want to investigate all the job and then not getting anything in return if she's hired other group.> EE takes note of the noble's adress. <Also, who's that Pierce you mentioned before?>
After all the compliments and salutations, EE gives way ro his curiosity. <Uh, Mickey... Do you know a Lord of Blades?>
EE witnesses how Hal walks away with a strange sensation. It's not like the first time he disappeared - there's no anxiety, no hope of seeing him again. It seems like the end. EE is simply sad. Warforged have no lacrimal glands, which now EE thankful for - the salted water would surely rust the metal parts of his face. He keeps beeping Daisy Bell for a while, until Hal's silhouette is finally lost forever. Then he joins the group and cones back with them, though without saying a word for the rest of the journey.
Now it's time to go see Mickey. He promised some payment, and he promised maybe meeting important people, but... What's the point now? EE wanted some contacts who could maybe help him find Hal, but now this seems absurd - he knows where Hal is. So what next? He knows he wants to deepen a bit more on what happened to Hal. This Lord of Blades and everything seems dangerous, as it only spreads hate and this could lead to a confrontation which EE knows the Warforged cannot win. For now, it seems, he'll be attached with this group of Breathers for some time. Breathers... He hadn't heard of this term before yesterday and now he's using it casually...
You know you're itching to go there :p In another game, it's called Mr Stud implant.
<Okay, okay, no problem, friends. Hal here just wanted to warn me, right, Hal?> EE takes some steps closer, until the wall doesn't allow him to advance anymore. <Hal, I appreciate what you're doing. I know you understand my decision. I've been looking for you all this time, I didn't know what happened to you. I still don't know what happened, why you left without a say.> Warforged cannot cry, for sure, but if they could... <I cannot side with someone that promotes hate, though. I'm sure people... er... Breathers, as you call them, will one day understand. We only need to show them.> To EE, only knowing that Hal is fine is cheerful enough, though he's legitimately worried that Hal has had some brainwash done. If there were a way to know...
<Do you remember how you taught me everything I know? Hal, we were happy living among Breathers. Many of them appreciate us. Many other use us, but they use their own kind as well. And the huge lot of them just fear us. We must show them we are not to be feared. Remember that song we used to sing? Let's sing along, Hal, for the old days. Let's sing to show we're not mindless killing machines.> EE starts beeping a tune.
"I'm sorry Kana, I'm afraid I can't do that." So no opening the pod bay doors, it seems...
<Hal!> EE cannot help walking to his friend to... do whatever Warforged consider a hug. Meanwhile, he calms his friends. <He is my friend Hal. I don't see him for quite a long time.>
Half way through his friend, EE is stopped by a force wall. <Hal! What's that?> EE is shocked by what he hears after, about this Lord of the Blades. <These are my friends! You are my friend too! Please, don't fight! Tell us what you want from us peacefully, and allow us free will.> Someone must have reprogrammed Hal's CPU. EE quickly searches his memory slots for a way to help his friend.
Spheres stuff. I'm not dipping for the damage, I'm dipping for the talents, which can be used for very diverse things. Actually, the talents I'm taking are not combat oriented.
Yes. For a pair of levels only, as it will add some juicy talents to EE. The initial idea was to keep it for 3 levels and pick Sneak Attack - Accomplished Sneak Attacker, but that would hurt Studied Combat too much imho. Though I'm still considering it... Full bab and 2d6 extra damage could potentially compensate...
It seems I've rolled HP before, by what the alias states, so here we go: HP from Conscript level:
EE listens carefully, though little useful knowledge sprouts from the man's lips. At least he appreciates the warning about the Emerald Claw.
Ah, could be... since I detected subzero sense of humour in his toone, I thought maybe I got confused (which I totally was, but in a different way apparently).
Uh, sorry... I thought "sing" meant the same in English than in Spanish :p
<Then might as well start singing> EE adds. Actually, he wants to spend the minimum time necessary here.
EE stops fighting, though he stays silent - he wants to see how things develop.
EE steps aside to a Southern-Western spot, where he thinks he can gain a small tactical advantage in the future. He spins around, launching s thrust at one of the soldiers .
EE feels his oil dripping, taking his life away. His spark plugs start to fail and the alternator doesn't channel energy anymore. It's only a matter of time... So he decides to make this time count. He takes a look at the humans his fighting against, noting there movements, not wanting to spoil any attack he might have left, then he tries to finish the one he has wounded before.
EE appears with a 'pop' sound just beside one of the guards, smiling, and thrusts deeply at the enemy's flank.
Because you never know if they can pierce through Invisibility.
Once invisible, EE comes out to the battlefield-to-be and moves as closer to the enemy as possible without being noted.
This group seems to have something with horses, they're always involved in our strategies xD
EE starts to slowly position himself, ready to attack when the Rock N Roll begins.
<Want to go invisible up front?> EE asks the Minotaur. <Can lead the back door assault myself, am a bit stealthy>
EE thanks Gauntlet for the potion. <Don't worry. If fighting skeletons, can always use the fists> he replies, remembering that all Warforged are equipped for unarmed fighting as a last resort. He gets ready to be turned invisible and drink the potion just before coming out.
EE produces his rapier and smiles. "I'm ready for the slaughter."
Well, we've got two schemas. We could try to con them and give them one while keeping the other. Someone has to be very good in case they search us, though. Or we could threat with breaking the schema. Idk, in usually not very good at hostage negotiation xD Maybe we should just smackdown their candy asses.
Also, we warforged love flowers and chocolates, if that helps.
<Can do that.> The smallest warforged of the two starts looking for signs of their disappeared comrades.
Oh, missing people. EE has not been much successful recently regarding missing people, at least his partner Hal. This time, though, he belongs to a much larger group and not much time has passed.
<Sure. Just wanted to check what was there.> After most of the heat is vented, EE closes the dome again and goes back with the others to collect the wolves. <Doubt would be able to climb up that pole anyway.>
When confronted with the dilemma, EE has it clear - his curiosity forces him to manipulate the controls and see what happens if he opens the ceiling. He will wait for everyone to be ready, though, or in case anyone has a very, very good reason to not do so.
<Which chest? Oh!> To compensate for his distraction, EE offers to give the chest a try. He looks in his bag for his tools and proceeds.
EE quickly gets done help from his friends and the for soon extinguishes. <Thank you, comrades.> While everyone recovers, he produces a small bottle of oil, which he drinks.
<This crack here in the ceiling... Looks like can be opened, but not sure how.> He investigates further in search of a button, lever or some other way to manipulate the ceiling.
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