Rur dances back into melee and attacks.
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Rur repositions himself and moves into melee.
"It appears everything that is not already rubble here is dangerous," Rur says in a crestfallen tone. He lets a javelin fly before taking a 5-foot step back so his companions have room to maneuver. As his move action, he draws his longsword.
Rur will survey the rubble-filled room with detect magic.
"Let me examine it before we disable it." Rur studies the inert automaton.
Rur bows to Sef. "Thank you for allowing us passage. May your home now know peace.
Rur casts detect magic and examines the debris field.
Rur hurls his javelin.
He seems pleased with himself, making-up for his less than stellar performance thus far. He draws another javelin.
"Thank you both for your assistance, my good chums. I think from now on I will face these creatures at range." Rur sheathes his longsword and draws a javelin, motioning for his companions to lead the way.
With a look of grin determination on his face, Rur takes the opening.
Rur is becoming annoyed with these creatures in spite of himself. He attacks at an awkward angle...
...a little too awkward.
Waiting on Baleiro so I can get these darned things off me! I'll go ahead and take my turn awhile.
Rur attacks the one Fifteen damaged.
Rur's "tattoos" blaze with a deep purplish glow and his nanites immediately go to work repairing his wound.
Rur heads to the intersection to the east (moved on map), peering at the bend to the north. He doesn't want anything fallowing them as the group continues on. If nothing's there, he'll continue south and check out the easternmost chamber.
If it's still alive, Rur will step up and attack with his longsword...
...missing, due, no doubt, to the close quarters.
Rur makes use of the rope and climbs up carefully. At the top, he heeds Fifteen's warning.
"Realigning optical elements." Rur would like to wait for his sight to return before pressing on.
"I cannot see, but it may be best to continue on. We do not want our enemy to perceive our weakness." Rur keeps his back to the wall behind him and slowly shuffles south. "Baleiro, if you would, please get us clear of the creature's immediate vicinity and to a place where we might--hopefully--recover."
"My photo receptors are overloaded."
"Is it a...sapient species?"
Rur raises his shield and backs into the passage to the right. He realizes he could be considered an invader to this creature's home. As a precaution, he holds his longsword out so the creature can see he is armed.
I'll take up the rear. I'm equal in melee and ranged, and have no problem shooting into melee. The +4 makes sense. Silly humans and their customs!
"Scanning..."
Hovering over the dead body, Rur says, "This was not done by mere beetles, but by a blade. Was it treachery within the search party, or are there more intelligent things than vermin down here?"
Happy GM's Day!
Rur points-out some marks on the ledge. A group of people have gone this way not long ago." He frowns at his heavy armor. "If you would both assist me, I would be able to continue on."
Rur darts past Fifteen as she fells the bug, stepping in and nearly slipping on the resulting goo. He swings his longsword at the beetle that just attacked Baleiro.
"Thank you, Councilman." Rur looks around the shop in wonder. He has met others that worship Brigh, and considered doing so himself for a time. He turns to his companions. "I have have everything I need, and am ready if you are."
"Gremlins...accessing..."
"...file not found."
"Your father's interest in me and genuine care for my well-being turned Torch from a mere collective gathered for mutual protection from the wild to a real home for me. He taught me how to process the data I gather from others and use it earn their trust, overcoming the natural disdain many have for our kind, and the social awkwardness I used to feel. I believe he brought me several steps closer to fulfilling my purpose, even if that purpose is creating my own. It may sound like circular logic, but I have found it both comforts and drives me. Such is a hard debt to repay."
"There is nothing I require, lest you have a bow commensurate to my strength, but any information you can disclose as to what we may face will be of value."
Rur stares at what is left of the machine. I truly believe my existence will culminate in some currently undiscovered purpose. Could such a madness overtake ones such as us were we significantly damaged? Rur shudders at the thought, then remembers he should try to comfort the human. He summons a smile and says, "It seems all three of us androids are united by concern for your father. And these two have put my combat skills to shame. We will do our best to discern his fate."
"It is safe now. Your sister is here, as well as friends of your father. Are you injured? May we enter?" asks Rur as he recovers his javelins.
Rur draws another javelin and attempts to hit the automaton without hitting Baleiro.
To Fifteen, Rur yells, "this automaton is already damaged and seems to be malfunctioning. If your energy weapons are capable of producing the proper charge, you may be able to overload it."
Rur steps into the hallway and backs away, chucking his javelin at the automaton and leaving room for Fifteen to engage with those energy hatches she manifested.
Rur follows Fifteen; she knows where she's going.
This is strange. Nothing seems amiss. What is the screaming about?
At least a passing knowledge of Khonnir's daughters would give me a good reason not to chuck a javelin at you. If you were ever at the local library researching a piece of Numerian technology, I'd of definitely taken an interest.
I have found a place for myself in Torch, and have come to consider it my home. These recent developments have me concerned. The news of Khonnir’s disappearance and assumed death trouble me deeply, and I deduced that I must take matters into my own hands. When I approach the Foundry Tavern—as much as out of concern for Val as to gather more information as to Khonnir’s recent activities—and hear the scream, my normally tactical and insightful responses are overwhelmed by concern. Not bothering to take the time to look for cover, I round the corner with shield raised and javelin ready.
I took your advice and switched to Knowledge (engineering). I moved the rank from Finesse to Nature, got rid of my thieve's tools, and used the gp to upgrade from hide to scale mail. C:\>
Lord Kakabel here. Rur Capek, Inquisitor (Seeker) / Fighter, is ready, complete with background. Thank you for your consideration. May our purposes align with the Final Cause, my good chum. |