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"Enough. If I'm going to die here, I'm going to take you all with me." Meyanda points her gun at the reactor and begins to pull the trigger. The earth elemental smacks her to the floor with a massive strike knocking her to the ground, dead. Her red pistol smacks harmlessly against the wall. Kraig pins the robot to the ground. He holds its metal arms against its body. Nortmog strikes the Robot between the eyes. "Yummy. I'm gonna eat you up."
Valt's summoned earth elemental strikes the woman with its fists. She coughs up pink blood. Kraig holds on to the hovering robot pulling it closer to the ground. Nortmog shouts above the humming reactor. "Don't worry, beard man. My fangs are accurate!" He shoots at the Robot in Kraig's arms. He cringes as it pierces through only one of the drone's rotors.
Kraig moves at the floating robot punches it and feels its hard metal skin on his fists. The robot does not seem phased by Kraig's attack, though he is sure it definitely hit the unprepared robot. "Robots are my favorite food," the goblin dragon says. "Oh wait, is this your brother, beard man?" The goblin fires a shot at the robot anyway. The bullet cracks off one of the robots fingers.
"This looks like a boss room. Hope you guys are prepared." He loads an adamantine bullet into the musket. "It's good to start strong. Get my good bites out of the way first." Nyssa slides the white keycard in the dark doors. The lights surrounding them continue to flash and the doors slide open. Panels of blinking lights and machinery line the walls of this chamber, but the true spectacle here is the massive machine of metal that looms against the far wall on a ten-foot- high platform. Two immense cylinders of pulsing violet light throb at the machine's core, while above a thinner cylinder extends through the ceiling. Ladders to the north and south provide access to the machine's platform; while at the center, a smaller machine with several metal spikes protruding from its heart extends from the larger one. The entire room vibrates with a roaring thunder, and the air feels strangely alive, almost as if it were vibrating as well. There is a machine on the ground level, it hovers a few feet above the ground. You recognize it as a Robot Collector, the one with the rotors and spindly fingers. On the platform in the back of the room, is a purple haired woman . Her eyes are pink and she has bright pink tattoos like circuitry on her skin. She has a red gun pointed at the door. "Leave. Now." she shouts over the humming of the large machine.
Kraig grabs onto the gargoyle's waist and arm, making it easier to hit the beast. Despite the distraction, Nyssa charges and misses the creature, nearly cutting into Kraig with her glowing longsword. Nortmog fires a bullet at the gargoyle, realizing that it probably won't do anything to its tough flesh, unless he hits just the right spot. It bounces off harmlessly. "I need to stock up on some magic bullets, er fangs."
The ratfolk dodges out of the way of the spears. It strikes the strange double doors cracking one of the red lights. With a critical attack, Nyssa swings her blade and takes out the orc. The weapon severs its head from its neck. Nortmog fires his bullet at the ratfolk that tried to shoot him. "My dragon fangs are better than your crossbow, rat!"
The ratfolk screams as the spear stabs through its side. It clutches at it but can't seem to pull it out. Nortmog fires a bullet at the same ratfolk, to put it out of its misery.
"Uh, I don't have any special bullets for that guy!" Nortmog motions to the creature. The two ratfolk fire their hand crossbows at Nyssa and Kraig. The burly bar man gets a small bolt lodged in his leg. Charging forward, the orcs split and swing at Nyssa and Kraig. They are easily parried by the two heroes. The demonic looking creature remains motionless in front of the double doors. ,
Nyssa's arrow bounces off the enemy harmlessly. The gearsman doesn't turn to look at her but keeps its gaze focused on Kraig. Nortmog roars as he fires another shot from his musket. The bullet lodges itself beside the gearsman's glowing eye. "Head shot. Though that would have killed a normal creature..."
The gearsman swings at Kraig again. The big man Kraig is too quick to be hit, however.
Nortmog fires a shot at the robot. The bullet pierces through its hardened armor but deals minimal damage.
Nortmog fires at one of the beasts (the fourth one), not really caring which one. His bullet strikes the wolf thing in the temple and knocks it down.
"Don't worry bear man, I got your back. They're kangaroos or something! Can't exactly see where their pouches are. Might have tiny cat things inside them, too!"
"Oh man, do I get the finishing shot?" The dragon goblin shouts. He fires his musket and shouts, "Blam! Blam! Blam!"
"Yeah, baby! Kill steal! The bullet lodges in the vegepygmies throat and he falls over onto the strange machine behind him.
Nortmog rushes into the room and stays near the wall with the door, points his musket at the boss vegepygmy and remembers he has to reload the darned gun. He reloads it and grumbles like a dwarf. "Baby dragon's gotta recharge his breath weapon."
Nyssa's special arrow stabs into the face of the nearest vegepygmy, white feathers sticking out like a flower from its eye. The plant man falls dead. Nortmog blasts at the last vegepygmy in the corridor. Blackened leaves and smoke flows from the plant man's corpse as it falls to the ground.
Nyssa's arrow stabs into the foliage of one of the vegepygmies to the east and disappears. The creature yelps but remains standing.
"Oh yeah. Forgot to mention. These guys aren't very susceptible to piercing damage. Gotta be blunt or slashing." He says this as he reloads his musket.
Nyssa fires a shot and it bounces off strange gadgets in the room. Kraig swings at two of the vegepygmies but he hits loose leaves. Nortmog takes a shot at one of the vegepygmies, choosing the western side with Valt and Iophiel. The bullet punches through the head of one of the veggie men.
Nyssa feels strength return to her body. Darkness fades from her vision and she sees the room, first blurry, then focused and clear. Nortmog collects his musket and glances at Kraig. "You're like a big old grizzly bear."
Alexis jabs her rapier into Garmen's belly. Blood gurgles from his mouth and he spits out the rest. Nortmog drops his musket again, takes out his horsechopper again, moves within reach of the thug and swings. The glaive-like weapon cuts the thug's hand, dealing very little damage.
Garmen Ulreth clutches at his head. "What did you do?" he murmurs. Valt's earth elemental bashes the flesh creature to the ground. She dies. Nortmog fires a shot at the thug by Nyssa's body. The thug falls beside the Suli Fighter.
Nortmog drops his musket, takes a step back and takes out his horsechopper, and swings it at the thug. "Take my dragon claw, you bandit!"
"No way I actually hit!" Nortmog says as Thug B collapses to the ground.
The earth elemental crashes into the thug. She spits out blood and remains standing, though wobbles and has trouble keeping her stance. Nortmog fires his musket at the ropefist thug to the west. The bullet punctures a hole in the stomach of the henchman.
After some time, Nortmog wanders into the Foundry Tavern, even though he hasn't been there before, and plops himself in a seat. He takes some pork meat and stuffs it into his mouth, roaring like a baby dragon as he gobbles it up. "So what are we doing here? We all done saving the town? We didn't recover his baby brother, but we did find that man." A few seconds later, Khonnir is brought into the tavern at set to the side by some acolytes. A tear streams down Val's cheek and she rushes over to him. He is asleep.
"Huh, well that was interesting. Don't worry, I'm here until this mission is complete, at least. I'm just gonna make some adamantine bullets." The goblin glances at Khonnir. "Yeah, I'm not really good at the healing thing. I'll catch up with you later." Nortmog takes the 60 gp and leaves the rest of the items with Nyssa. Then he wanders off somewhere into Torch.
Nortmog looks through his extracts and searches his pack. The goblin shakes his head. "Sorry, bub. I don't got any such potions or anything like that. Maybe we just gotta brute force it, and heal up the guy afterwards. Get someone big and strong to do the dirty work." He glances at Kraig.
Nortmog shrugs his shoulders. "Well, I'm not useful in this fight. I'll just start looting now. You guys probably got this, yeah?" The dragon-goblin pokes through the desks and stuffs things into his bags.
The little horsey kicks the flying robot with a high kick, but only scratches its tough exterior. "Uh, it seems too powerful. Or at least our weapons aren't doing anything. I'd tell you more about it, but I couldn't recall any of my knowledge of robots, or brobots." Nortmog points his musket and fires at the flying monster. His bullet embeds itself in the armor. Aurusk swipes his large glaive at the creature hoping to cut off its rotors and pierces through its tough flesh.
Nortmog spends his time reloading the weapon, putting a bullet and powder into the shaft of the musket. It takes him a while to do it. Large Aurusk moves into the room and faces off with the flying drone. He swings his glaive like swatting down a fly. Despite his increased damage, Aurusk's blade deflects off its metal body.
Nortmog tries to figure out what the flying thing is, but can't figure out what it is. Instead, he points his musket at the medical drone and takes a shot. "Familiar foes are easier, yeah? The bullet stabs into its coiled torso and stays there.
"Wait, you're a doctor? Oh, I mean, yeah this guy with the beard is totally a doctor." Nortmog coughs, and then starts making soft dragon roars like a whelpling. "Rawr, rawr."
"Wait a second here. Did we just go in a circle?" Nortmog waddles into the hallway. "Alright. You just follow me. I'll show you how to travel." The dragon goblin walks through the southern single door. You hear him say, "Aw, crap." Inside Southern Single Door: Four narrow stalls take up the south portion of this room, their doors and partitions not quite reaching the tiled floor or ceiling above. A fifth door stands to the west, while a strange metal basin protrudes from the wall immediately to the east of the entrance. "Seems like a dead end, bubs."
Nortmog takes a seat in one of the chairs and tries to raise his feet up to the table. He is unsuccessful. The red dragon costume pushes stops him from bending correctly. "All this running around is making me tired. At least there ain't no crazy psycho robot behind each door, am I right?"
Nortmog fires his musket at the creature. A loud explosion erupts from the musket's opening and smoke billows from it.
His bullet strikes several surgical tools from the bedlike table onto the ground. "It's a new musket. Still getting used to it."
Inside the box...:
Three gun-like objects with a single canister filled with mixed powders attached to each one. The dragon goblin waddles over to the table and pokes at the rocks.
"Oh, gods no. My breakfast is coming out of my--hearghghhgh..." The goblin in the red dragon suit vomits up a pile of brown mush. It almost looks like the dragon is breathing brown earth.
"Is anyone else hearing a weird talking voice in their heads? I'm not going crazy, right? Someone tell me what to do. I ain't the leader guy here." Nortmog has his musket shifting from the rocks to the plant, unsure what exactly is making the noise.
"Thanks for the rundown, wizard man. No, Gavin told me nothing, just help out you mooks. So you got me until we save this Khonnir fella, and get this bonfire thing lit." Nortmog gives you a nice, wide sharptoothed grin. "Well, you guys start opening doors and let's do this!" He taps some black powder into his gun and puts in a bullet.
"I still don't know why we're all down here, but I'll keep an eye for this robot brother of yours." The goblin waddles in the room and looks around. He ignores the mass of blood stains at the northern doors and the weird fungus by the southern wall. He taps his musket at the machine by the door behind the desk. "My treasure sense is tingling. How do we open these doors? There ain't no keyholes, or nothing."
"Well, Investigator Gavin thought Numeria was like the Mana Wastes and thought there was some connection, even though they're two completely different ecosystems. I'm pretty much here to recall him. Yeah, I had to take a ship and some wagons over here, then found some crusaders heading to the Worldwound so I tagged along. They were some masochistic people, I tell ya." Nortmog starts polishing his musket with a fine cloth.
"Sorry, bub, haven't seen any baby robots. You don't seem like a very good brother if you lost him. Underground doesn't seem like a very good babysitting space either." [b] The goblin in the dragon suit grins. [b]"I came to relieve Gavin. He had some more important business back at the capital to take care of. Can't really say what it was, pretty secretive stuff. Guess I'm helping you fine folks now." Nortmog taps his musket against his shoulder. "See the disguise? Who messes with a baby dragon? No one. Mess with the baby and the momma dragon swoops down and takes a bite out of you. As for that chump, beats me. You should see the mutant freaks in the Mana Wastes. So uggggglyyyy."
"Whoa, now bearded humie. I ain't no one's minion, especially not an undead abomination's." Nortmog takes out a badge with a fancy bronze gear on it, and places it on the chest of his dragon costume. "I am a citizen and agent of the Royal Duchy of Alkenstar." The red dragon tail seems to wiggle. Nortmog fires a shot into the alien corpse for good measure. "Now, what is it that we're doing here?"
"Name is Nortmog Starboom," the goblin shouts. "Not as smart as that guy that just ran off, but I have a gun." The eccentric goblin is more eloquent than you'd expect for a goblin. "Just give me a second to catch my breath, and I'll be with you in a moment." He leans against the metal wall and starts adjusting his gun and packs. |
