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"Yes" Dr Q draws his hands to together "Let's go and see if they have survived..." Such strong organs, younger ones. He looks to Eureko, who stares glazily forward, stooping along. The miracle of Stasian electricity keeping his heart apound, unfortunately at the expense of his mind. Shrugs.
"A hoax would require that some of the workers were complicit in the story being stitched together" he pulls off his glasses and wipes them with a clean white doily "Too bad there isn't a mausoleum or some other repository of bodies with which to collect data to support an operating thesis..." Not even bothering really to "cover up" that he'd rather being sawing interesting limbs off of corpses for continued integration into his living construct companion given miserable life despite of it's own wishes - if only it had also been gifted proportional capacity for speech as it had for rational(-ish) thought rather than the trortuous existance of being capable but unable! - it had been somewhat of a "open joke" that the good doctor's interests lied anywhere else than in his field research. "Perhaps we could stop by Harrowstone Prison..."
Dr. Q approaches the jawbone as well. He looks at Eureko...
...could he incorporate it into his construction somehow?
Dr. Q brings Life back to the Opera.
◇) Lingering Composition
Dr. Q brings Thurgan back to life! "Rise, My Creature!" ◆) Stride
In order to save himself time and money - indeed, rebooting the entire lymphatic system by megavolt stimuli had a non-negligible impact on the good doctor's utility bills which cut significantly into his research grants with the school! - he applies a copper volt to his creation's temple, and grounds the circuit. ◆) Stride
With scientific dispassion, Q watches his creation crumple. He makes a mental note to gather some of the spare parts a few clicks back to rebuild the wretch stronger. A simple failure.
◆◆) Soothe (Rank 3)
Gingerly stepping to just within 30-ft of the Bulette, his music washes over Garrush.
◆◆) Soothe (Rank 3)
Dr. Q takes a moment to dress the wounded "Keep your mind sharp, Ashen"
◇) Lingering Composition
♪♪”Che questa chiave glielo dica.
When the Bulette screams, Dr. Q meets its pitch with a nullifying note, dampening the sharpest edges of the pained scream with operatic gusto! ↺) Counter Song
◆) Command Eureko!
♪♪"Morir! Tremenda cosa!
A powerful operatic sound lifts the hearts and knees of all who listen!
Dr. Q points to the darkness, addressing his creation, who is radiating magical light. "Go, wretch!"
Dr. Q begins searching the Crypt and Burial Chamber for "Spare parts..." if asked why he has his saw out and is chipping away at bone, rotted flesh (which he places inside a bottle of ointments), and loose organs (which he places inside bottles formaldehyde). Knowing that the "parts creatures" (as he calls them) will invariably animate at some point, and doesn't have the time to accelerate their decomposition to "past tenable" (as he puts it), instead, he tries to Identify the upcoming threats!
Followup RK w/ +2:
Dr. Q gets into range, and tries his new hand trick once more. ~) ♥️ 47/56
Used to things exploding, the good Dr nimbly ducks out of the way. ~) ♥️ 52/56
"Fight for your life, wretch. And know, that if you die, I will bring you back once more!" Is it a sweet dream or a terrible nightmare to be told such things by one's creator!?
Humming a warm up sequence, Dr. Q tests his newfound power, blasting Red Sajan with electricity!
◇) Lingering Composition
"Well, that was interesting. Let us try not to shoot eachother..." he looks towards Eureko, wondering if he could some replicate or translocate his newfound power into his wretch... ...a problem for another day. He goes to kneel by the astrally-adrift monks, and ascertain what might have happened, placing a stehoscope over one of their chests.
Followup RK w/ +2:
Dr. Q observes his hands. "There appears to be an unexpected catalyst triggered by our exposure to the energies of this place. Perhaps, too, my lifelong dedication to the mysteries of electricomagnetism and it's life-sustaining properties!" He tests his newfound power by blasting a nearby wall - Plasma shoots forth from his hands, melting a deep gash into the maze that encapsilates them.
Party Status (after 0 minutes):
Thurgan (89/96) Grump (33/62) Q (49/56 hp) Eureko (67/82 hp) Kiresh (54/54 hp) full Pei (46/48 hp) Garrush (50/83) Ashen (38/86 hp) Pei heals Garush in 10 minutes (+20)
Q then starts repairing everyone else, beginning with Eureko! ~) Treat Wounds w/ Continual Recovery vs Eureko! Party Status (after 10 min):
Thurgan (89/96) Grump (33/62) Q (49/56 hp) Eureko (82/82 hp) full Kiresh (54/54 hp) full Pei (48/48 hp) full Garrush (70/83) Ashen (61/86 hp) Then continues to assess Thurgan's wounds "Those burns look serious" and also conducts some bear repair. And cures his own burns. to 50 min
And takes 10 minutes to go over his musical notes (Refocus). Party Status (after 60 min):
Thurgan (96/96) full Grump (62/62) full Q (56/56 hp) full, refocused Eureko (82/82 hp) full Kiresh (54/54 hp) full Pei (48/48 hp) full Garrush (70/83) still immune to Treat Wounds for another 10 minutes Ashen (86/86 hp) full Then looks around "Alright then, you poor souls, let's move" he looks at the monks burnt and smoldered upon the ground, ashes. Beyond his capability. Perhaps if he could live another 500 years in research?...
"♪♪♪♪ Ut GlaAaciIieEem! ♪♪♪♪" The finale is a zenith of overpronunciation, cracking yellow-flaming monk's resolve! ~) ♥️ 49/56
"♪♪♪♪ Potestatem,
The good doctor's beautiful voice continues to inspire and terrify, as the somnebulant rythm reaches the core of his wretched creation, spurining it subconsciously on to greater and greater violence. And! Another powerful note zots forward to obliterate the yellow-flamed monk! ~) ♥️ 56/56
♫♫♫♫"EEEEgestAAAAAAAAtem!!!"♫♫♫♫ Dr Q directs his attack instead towards: Green > Yellow > Blue!
The wretch gets it harder than the Dr.
Dr. Q bellows an operatic note, reaching to the bottom of his vocal repertoire, and, infusing it with a pained expression (pure affect, ofcourse), unleashes the wave of enery into the narrow hallway, which has two principle effects!
◇) Lingering Composition
"♪♪ Mea Voluntas
Firstmost, he bolster's his allies' courage, leaving them with the sensation of great aptitude, and second, a C sharp makes it's way straight into one of the immolating monks. Tis a pity they had to die in such way.
"If you wouldn't mind" Dr. Q looks at Kiresh and points to...
As this company has (presumably) been working together on a handful of other "weird" cases, Q feels perfectly comfortable presuming to answer for his colleague. "Thurgan, Pei, if I had to guess what transmutations were within the realm of possible, I'd say that they might have thematic alignment with the very substance this slain 'god'" [Q's skeptical quotation marks / italics verbally inserted] "so it might follow that, given the moniker of 'Keeper of the Unmaking Song', that some sort of Destructive Powers are instilled into this, what was it, a bulette?" An accomplishes opera singer himself, he speculates further "Perhaps the frequency of vibrations - all sound is, indeed, a vibration! - is such that they cannot be detected by the typical range of demihumanoid audile sensors?" he turn the question to Edibaro Jolínarez "Is it true that the source of these odd occurances are resultant from destructive sub-sonic frequencies?" A handsome Bass himself, he was always curious about what "lower" pitches were theoretically possible...
"You hear that, Eureko, your wretched body may yet accomodate additional transfigurations as a result of the residual electric current that energizes your lymphatic network!" our mad hero, "Q", speculates out loud with overenthused exuberance, reveling in the chaos he has been tasked with quelling!
”Get up, wretch. We have work to do” our mad hero steps beside the poor creature, a kicks it gently with his soiled boot. It looks up at him, and he produces for it a clear glass of water, which, incidentally, it accepts, and brings forth to it’s mouth, only to accidentally crack the glass and leave horrible cuts on it’s hands before nary a drip reached it’s lips, spilling the whole of the contents sadly onto the floor. “Q” rolls his eyes from behind his tiny specks, and retrieving a dropper, instead injects water straight into the creature’s mouth, as if lubricating a machine part with oil. ”There now. Do you posses speech?”
In a dark lab, in a dark dungeon, of a dark school, sits a dark-grey-haired gnome, sipping a dark glass of wine, practicing dark science.
He screams, slamming down the switch of a perilously conductive Stasian machine, which crackles the very air before it, sending around 100 megawatts into a single corpse strapped to a dark table, which causes it to sit up with a violent spasm, open it’s eyes, and cough out dust.
Growing up with a fondness of opera and classical music, which, in this doctor's opinion, is a superior form of theatre - in which multiple instruments can have audio narratives simultaneously, the whole of which possessing a harmony that is not possible with ordinary speech - our studious hero double majors in Performing Arts and Medical Sciences, graduating from the University of Lepidstadt earning high marks in both of his fields of study, demonstrating, if little else, the proclivity for waking up early as well as staying up late.
Strength of Thousands applicant. Hat chose others, but still looking for a game.
Ancestry: Human (Versatile)
Born with no innate magical ability, nor from a family of mages of any stripe, Quatar came up a simple, unskilled laborer who landed a job at the Magaambya delivering produce by cart, and has spent the last few years onlooking at the goings on of the institution proper. Spending a lot of his free time in the woods, Quatar mastered the skill of the boomerang, and carries a few around, and envying the creatures of their freedom, attempts now and again to capture the birds that roam wild in the hinterlands - a feat he has yet to accomplish. Perhaps if he can bring one home, his mother would be happy, and his father would be proud. He does enjoy watching them however, even as he actively "hunts" them. His Mother embodies the philosophies of Uzunjati, slowly through his life teaching him stories that were loaded with morality and purpose, serving him as a compass. His father was simply a practical man, embodying the philosophy of Rain Scribes, quick-thinking and adapting to many circumstances in which he had to move the entire family on no less than occasions in the last few years... It was Niana who first broached the idea to her husband Takulu that maybe the young lad had more potential than meets the eye (no doubt, something she had seen in him that were instilled into him by his parents...). Indeed, with his long legs, he was a natural runner, with an easy, almost feline agility, he was personable to boot. All qualities that, while not classically denoting of a wizard proper, might serve to compliment those of his classmates. And after talking to him time and again, discovered not only a deep reverence for his elders, but nary a "mean bone" in his body. And so, by way of ceremony, Quatar was presented with an invitation to study at the verysame college that he was a laborer for, shifting his duties to early mornings to make room for his flexible studies. It was around this time that he found his "lucky" ruby...
Ancestry: Human (Versatile)
Born with no innate magical ability, nor from a family of mages of any stripe, Quatar came up a simple, unskilled laborer who landed a job at the Magaambya delivering produce by cart, and has spent the last few years onlooking at the goings on of the institution proper. Spending a lot of his free time in the woods, Quatar mastered the skill of the boomerang, and carries a few around, and envying the creatures of their freedom, attempts now and again to capture the birds that roam wild in the hinterlands - a feat he has yet to accomplish. Perhaps if he can bring one home, his mother would be happy, and his father would be proud. He does enjoy watching them however, even as he actively "hunts" them. It was Niana who first broached the idea to her husband Takulu that maybe the young lad had more potential than meets the eye. Indeed, with his long legs, he was a natural runner, with an easy, almost feline agility, he was personable to boot. All qualities that, while not classically denoting of a wizard proper, might serve to compliment those of his classmates. And after talking to him time and again, discovered not only a deep reverence for his elders, but nary a "mean bone" in his body. And so, by way of ceremony, Quatar was presented with an invitation to study at the verysame college that he was a laborer for, shifting his duties to early mornings to make room for his flexible studies. It was around this time that he found his "lucky" ruby...
Quatar slaps one of the guards in the face after he wakes up. "Hey you. Where have you taken Elder Ordwi? Tell me now!" uncharacteristically and indelicately blunt! Unfortunately, our lithe-framed and gentle-voiced hero hardly cuts the imposing figure; akin to being threatened by a newborn kitty. However, what he lacks in gruff, he makes up for in pluck - and feigns provocation of serious injury to the compromised guard!
Quatar's lucky ruby glows, protecting his ally. ↺) Amulet's Abeyance (3)
Wrapping an around his boomerang, he sends another the Gorumite's way!
"Where is Elder Ordwi?" Quatar demands "We are not leaving here without him!"
Exploit Vulnerability:
Frequency once per round Requirements You are holding your implement. You scour your experiences and learning to identify something that might repel your foe. You retrieve an object from your esoterica with the appropriate supernatural qualities, then use your implement to stoke the remnants of its power into a blaze. Select a creature you can see and attempt an Esoteric Lore check against a standard DC for its level, as you retrieve the right object from your esoterica and use your implement to empower it. You gain the following effects until you Exploit Vulnerabilities again. Critical Success: You remember the creature's weaknesses, and as you empower your esoterica, you have a flash of insight that grants even more knowledge about the creature. You learn all of the creature's resistances, weaknesses, and immunities, including the amounts of the resistances and weaknesses and any unusual weaknesses or vulnerabilities, such as what spells will pass through a golem's antimagic. You can exploit either the creature's mortal weakness or personal antithesis (see below). Your unarmed and weapon Strikes against the creature also become magical if they weren't already. Success: You recall an important fact about the creature, learning its highest weakness (or one of its highest weaknesses, if it has multiple with the same value) but not its other weaknesses, resistances, or immunities. You can exploit either the creature's mortal weakness or personal antithesis. Your unarmed and weapon Strikes against the creature also become magical if they weren't already. Failure: Failing to recall a salient weakness about the creature, you instead attempt to exploit a more personal vulnerability. You can exploit only the creature's personal antithesis. Your unarmed and weapon Strikes against the creature also become magical if they weren't already. Critical Failure: You couldn't remember the right object to use and become distracted while you rummage through your esoterica. You become flat-footed until the beginning of your next turn.
◆) Exploit Vulnerability
Our plucky hero's first launch fails to connect, spinning back quickly which he catches with a deft chuck. Meanwhile, the amulet on his body glows, inuring anyone nearby him from Red Guard's attacks!
”We should move!” Quatar, not wanting to be caught twice, prepares to leave the area, but carefully, rubbing his lucky ruby.
Like a cat, Quatar dodges quickly out of the way, and watches in horror as half of his team is shanked. "Goodness gracious. That was unexpected!" he looks at the character who fails his fortitude save "That looks nasty" He decides to become more wary for the rest of his excursion here. Things just got real.
Looking around, he draws a boomerang.
Quatar pinches his nose. "Do you think they were fighting with eachother?" he looks to Zarzuket "How do we determine how long it has been since this fight took place?" He looks up.
Quatar doesn't hesitate to hand Ida the biscuit. "Do we just leave her here?"
Quatar looks around him. "No guards yet? Just our luck!" Shrugging, he proceeds toward the Stables.
Quatar looks around, shrugs. "Nobody knows how to do that" He grows impatient. "Well, we have been standing around talking about three different ways to approach this. I say we just pick one way and go" he kisses his lucky ruby "The longer we wait for Elder Ordwi, the greater my worry" "Since we cannot craft this key, I say we try the Well"
Quatar is taken a little offguard at the paladin’s immediate recognition of the subtle direness of Elder Ordwi’s situation. Perhaps he had judged him wrong. Or his own frustration with his own father got the better of him, unfairly projected onto the armorclad justice. In any case, with feline grace, our plucky hero pivots to immediate preparedness of ”Into the Well then” and clutching his lucky ruby ”Let’s go find Elder Ordwi!”
"No questions here" He remembers the Paladin as a person to avoid around Osprey Cove. The goblin, not as much - they tend to mind their own business and Quatar prefers it that way. "If Elder Ordwi sent you belatedly - or another elder - then here is our current dilemma" pointing as he talks "You see, we are trying to break into this facility..." explaining what each possible entry might entail, and upon reaching the end, adds a morale test of sorts "I presume that won't present a problem, would it?" eyeballing Dredd with a mischievous smirk!
"Daydreaming!?" our plucky hero looks flabbergasted "Do you not see that Gorumite Guard and Goblin Captive heading down the road in our direction!" He points out both Dredd and Madaxa for the thick-headed gnome! "Look at that nasty pig-sticker! We are cooked for sure!! Please tell my mother and father I love them!!!"
Seeing a heavily-armoed Gorumite escorting a goblin Captive ahead, Quatar ducks behind the nearest kennel. "They are coming for us!" he squeaks, paranoid that his attempt to pick the locks was discovered...
Quatar raises an eyebrow, enticed by the prospect of "Sneaking around?" he smiles with felicity "Should be no problem - I have never been caught" he beams with confidence, stroking his lucky ruby "I could draw their attention away, in order to create passage for the rest " he looks around at... Party Stealth and Perception:
Stealth Kragga +1 Krachxton +1 Zarzuket +2 Pickle Tooth +5 Quatar +6 Perception
...Pickle Tooth "What do you think, Pickle Tooth?" he grins with his own teeth at the kholo "Feel like taking a little walk?"
"Oh yes!" absent-mindedly, he doesn't do well with lulls "I think we should talk to everyone who could help us first, before we embark"
Wrapping the rope around his body, Quatar reaffirms his pledge to "Find Ida we will, and make sure that she is in good health" looking ready to set out for the tunnel in the harbor.
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