Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Thank you Mooshy!
It has been a privilege playing with you all.
Together we made quite a unique and memorable story with characters that for me truly came to life.
We each will finish this story in our heads an I am completely satisfied with how things turned out.
Good luck to all of you and I hope to game with you again sometime.
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
The following occured sometime recently during one of Smoog's evening Tinkering sessions...:
Back while traversing the Mental Realm, Smoog unwittingly attracted the attention of a singularly unique being;
a wanderer; a thing of pure mental energy; a seeker and collector of knowledge; and it has taken a keen interest in Smoog, (the one who crawls thru minds).
This entity who refers to itself as ‘Wee’ has been following Smoog’s mind and watching from a distance.
Now, as Smoog tinkers with his new Assistant-Armature-Construct, ‘Wee’ slides its consciousness into this new machine.
“Greetings, Mind-Traveller. Wee bring you good tidings.” Smoog expected his new mechano-companion to animate but this level of sentience was a little much to comprehend.
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“Wee are not accustomed to occupying the physical realm but your construct was unoccupied and Wee are here now.
Wee wish to converse.
Wee wish to know about you and your kind.
Wee wish to know more but this is a proper place to begin.”
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Smoog stammers for a second before launching into a long conversation with Wee about Metaphysical Existence, Temporealism and Transcendence,
The two speak at length, and near the end of their conversation Wee agrees to accompany Smoog as main resident of S.I.R.U.S.,
operating the physical nature of the companion-construct as well as acting as an aid and advisor and providing access to the cosmic data bank:
S.I.R.U.S. 2.0 takes shape...
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S.I.R.U.S. 2.0 is now a full functioning companion having Warrior/Protector stats of +3 total (+0/+3, +1/+2, +2/+1, or +3/+0) reconfigurable after adequate tinkering.
S.I.R.U.S. 2.0 uses robotic appendages to accomplish whatever needs doing and can anticipate most things as if telepathically communicating with Smoog.
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Soup-Spoon calls out in fear, "Smoog! Help!"
The blue Gadgeteer maneuvers the ship's controls to level out the decks as well as extend some gang planks in Spoon's vicinity.
When he sees that the portly cook has regained a grasp on the ship, Smoog launches the sky skimmer forward and aims it to the green glowing tower across town.
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Smoog yells in UnderCommon to Spoons and Ordo for them to "HANG ON!"; trusting that the birdmen could fly well enough to react...
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Then, manipulating his newly commandeered controls, Smoog violently pitches the airship down and to one side.
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Use Ship as a Gadget Weapon...:2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 5) + 3 = 13
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The ship responds more easily and more rapidly than he had hoped for or expected and...
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
A second beam snaps from Smoog's burning eye and cuts a hole thru the wimpering human's forehead, silencing his struggles.
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"Up to the DECKS and cut the mooring ROPES!
Let's get this thing FLYING!" Smoog yells.
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He moves quickly to find the ship's helm and begins figuring out how to steer and control this flying fortress.
Jury Rig the controls...:2d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2) + 3 = 8 to interface with his assimilated gear.
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Over the past few weeks, Smoog has been slowly integrating his gadgets into his harness making them all more responsive and synergistic.
There is almost a semblance of animated sentience to the combined contraption and when he wears the suit of synthesized equipment, they respond almost as though they can read his thoughts.
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The gadget suit's mechanical arms and appliances reach and spin as they get familiar with the ships controls.
It takes a little of the suit's own energy to complete the connection but soon it's metal and wood interface with the ships hardware and within a few moments the airship strains against the hawsers, yearning to be airborne.
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
His red eye flares as Smoog snaps into action.
Attack with laser eye:2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 4) + 3 = 12 Damage:1d8 ⇒ 6
The laser cuts across the attackers exposed shoulder.
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Rallying his little team they all tackle and subdue the slave before any more ruckus can be made.
DD using strength:2d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Using his nimble and lithe little body Smoog leads his small group in and out of hiding places trying to gain access to a sleek and sturdy air ship...
Defy Danger using Dex:2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 1) + 2 = 4
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Still perplexed about how these ships could have gotten so damaged, Smoog riffs thru a few keen hypotheses trying to narrow down the possibilities...
Spout Lore on large scale fire-damage sources:2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 5) + 3 = 13 'Normally I would just assume a dragon had breathed upon these hulls but in light of the recent dragon culling, I doubt it was any of the Great Wurms nearby... hmmm...
A siege engine could do this but the damage is so wide spread... Reason and logic lead me to conclude that it was probably magic but specifically it must have been...
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Team Phoenix Hawk climbs up the access ropes to the underhull of a particularly airworthy ship.
Smoog sets his key into the hole and opens up the hatch.
It seems the catering crew cook had a master key so he could service any ship that happened to dock that particular day.
Up inside, the boarding party takes a look around...
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Smoog wrote:
The tiny group of would-be Sky Sailors moves quickly and quietly towards the
Air Ships docked along the low, wooden walkways that radiate out from the north wall of the city.
Ropes creak against the buoyant bobbing of the behemoth boats.
Smoog is surprised to see so many hulls awaiting repair and upkeep.
Apparently ESTR had let most of its fleet languish in disrepair and only recently had the shipwrights and longshoremen begun renovating the aging fleet.
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This seems odd to the blue tinkerer so he takes a moment to scrutinize the scene...
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[dice=Discern Reality with Logic]2d6 + 3
What should I be on the lookout for?
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Once the situation is more clear to him, Smoog sizes up a sleek pair of schooners docked near each other and points up to them while leading his squad forward.
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"Birdmen, you take that one and the rest of us will pilot this one.
Our first effort will be to damage the rest of the fleet so we are the only force airborne.
Tear at the sails and wreck the rudders; that should ground most of the airworthy ones."
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I will just recycle this bit and set it here.
I rolled a 7 so asking only one question...
What should I be on the lookout for?
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
"Go. Now. We may not get another chance."
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Smoog readies Steamer for a little bit of covering fog and puffs out a low wispy blanket behind them as he clears the doorway passed the guards.
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They hug the edges of the docks for cover and head out into the massive vessel-strewn boatyard...
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
"Bloody Bugbear Balls", Smoog whispers to those close by.
At the cacophonous sound, one of the guards cocks his head and looks in thru the gateway toward the city.
Smoog grabs the magic spoon from Spoon's apron pocket and sends a nearby barrel rolling down the street away from the vicinity of their hasty hide-away.
To draw their attention event further, he magically slaps the rear of a cart horse and pushes over a rotund housewife carrying a basket of sweetrolls on her head.
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Hoping that had created enough of a distraction, Smoog watches the guards reactions and hands the magic spoon back to the slightly-perturbed kobold cook.
"Sorry about that, mate. Did not have time to warn you," Smoog whispers.
"If those guards need more urging to leave their post, 'spoon up' some more trouble with this thing like I just did."
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Smoog looks around at the end of the tunnel and at the stout iron ladders.
"I presume these will deposit us just inside the walls.
I hope there is a gate or portal up there that will allow our escape to the Air Docks?"
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Once on the surface, the tiny group of would-be Sky Sailors moves quickly and quietly towards the
Air Ships docked along the low, wooden walkways that radiate out from the north wall of the city.
Ropes creak against the buoyant bobbing of the behemoth boats.
Smoog is surprised to see so many hulls awaiting repair and upkeep.
Apparently ESTR had let most of its fleet languish in disrepair and only recently had the shipwrights and longshoremen begun renovating the aging fleet.
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This seems odd to the blue tinkerer so he takes a moment to scrutinize the scene...
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Discern Reality with Logic:2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 3) + 3 = 7 What should I be on the lookout for?
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Once the situation is more clear to him, Smoog sizes up a sleek pair of schooners docked near each other and points up to them while leading his squad forward.
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"Birdmen, you take that one and the rest of us will pilot this one.
Our first effort will be to damage the rest of the fleet so we are the only force airborne.
Tear at the sails and wreck the rudders; that should ground most of the airworthy ones."
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Smoog tries to lend a little advice gleaned from his days tunneling thru Moontower Mountain.
Ordo nods in agreement and scurries on ahead to look for the next landmark...
Tunneling Wisdom...:2d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 5) + 1 = 10
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
With his hands on his hips and a short-tempered burst of blunt curtness, Smoog dresses down the down-headed twitter-fiend...
"I understand enough to know that being above the clouds will be safer than in this lightening-laced squall.
I should think birds would know that already and be thankful for the chance to soar above once again.
If you need further assurance, I hold here a key to one of the Sky-Ships.
See the engravings?
The wings should be sign enough that my path leads where I say!
Hurry now; before I change my mind and pick a more amenable crew."
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With their major concerns addressed, Smoog continues thru the kitchen to the exit.
"Spoon; Ordo; Do you or any of these other fellows here know the sewers-way to the Sky-Ship lots to the north?
Lead us there quickly, please."
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Smoog slinks away from Sees and her verbal admonishment muttering to himself.
Obviously dejected, he heads toward the flock of Strixeez and whispers to them as he passes...
"If she thinks she can keep you from flying again she is dead wrong.
Follow me if you want to get your wings back." Parley:2d6 ⇒ (4, 5) = 9
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Smoog then heads thru the kitchen and calls for Spoons, Ordo and any other kitchen staff to follow him.
"Grab some sacks of food, we have a mission!"
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Tossing the airship key from hand to hand, Smoog leads his flight crew out of the Temple thru the sewers towards the Air Field...
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Smoog approaches the small gathering of Sees, Greas and Retzack.
Without listening to what they were talking about when he walks up, Smoog somewhat excitedly starts talking...
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"I have noticed that those birdmen are having a difficult time fitting in and relating to our merry band of misfits.
Perhaps it is because they feel ashamed at their mutilated wings or maybe they are just naturally peculiar but in any case...
How about I take them with me to the Airship Docks and help them secure a vessel fit for taking them to the skies again.
I am sure they have a wonderful grasp of aerial combat tactics and I could benefit from any education they could provide me on the topic.
Their return to flight status would surely boost their morale and perhaps cement their loyalty to our group.
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What is this? Is it RAINING INSIDE?"
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Greas wrote:
"If you want to know what I would do, I would opt to take out the leadership. Send out groups to stir up rebellions across Estr - it will drum up support, and form a distraction that will draw the attention of the townspeople and the militia. As their attention is drawn and their forces are devoted to quelling the rebellion, a small group infiltrates Headquarters, in order to eliminate the Master of this town and any that would be effective in their place. With the leadership gone, they will be far easier to overrun."
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"Yes, Greas, I think we should send out multiple loud, harassing, attention-grabbing parties and one quiet, clandestine kill-team.
Will you be so kind as to lead the Kill-squad?
Oadir and Thunk might be perfect partners for this.
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I would like to lead a team to the Airship docks and take to the skies to draw attention and cause a scene.
Maybe some goblins and kobolds would accompany me.
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The Newlyweds can take the rest and march thru the streets, animating dead and picking up new recruits along the way.
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We leave no one behind in the Time Temple because if we cannot take the city proper, there is no reason to come back here to hide."
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
When Oadir and Greas enter the kitchen they see Smoog running around waving his arms and yelling at the throng of former slaves...
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"PUT THAT DOWN... NO, DON'T EAT THAT...
... PLEASE... WE CANNOT GET MORE OF THAT YOU KNOW...
... ...COME ON STOP THAT... GET OUT OF THE CELLAR...
OH, GREAS, OADIR HELP!"
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Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Yeah, I agree that PvP is stressful and less fun than setting our sights on the Big Baddies we need to be chasing.
If this is being RP'ed for character development that is cool.
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Also I hope we are all clear this is an in-game conflict and NOT us busting on a player.
A while ago, Smoog was set upon by some other characters and it felt a little personal but then I saw that it was just in-game and not players trying to run me off.
I tried to become a better role player and Smoog became a better character because of it.
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I like Retzack as a character and enjoy the different perspective he brings to the game but sometimes a character's story arc takes them to unexpected forks in the road.
If Retzack is destined to become a Zombie Master with hordes of undead wading across the Aqir Wildlands toward The Splendid City of Bastion that is cool for him and he will make a great ally in our final fight against the Paladin.
Whether he stays with us or heads his own way is up to him I guess.
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
"Thunk" wrote:
is mind conduit a move? how does that work? I'm game...though going to bed now, so i suspect our little murder gobbo will have a chance to reply first
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I was thinking I would try to use one of my gadgets to mind-meld with you to allow you to speak thru me and possibly better articulate your stance/issues/argument.
So Mind Conduit is not a move in itself, just a renamed gadget move thru the mind device.
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Hearing words fly around like knives and wanting nothing more than to duck out and hide from all this, Smoog realizes that the only one who can convince Retzack of his passion and sincerity is Thunk himself so...
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Smoog tries something he has been meaning to for a while now and it seems it can wait no longer.
With his Mind-Device he reaches out gently and slowly, announcing his intentions out loud to Thunk.
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"Thunk, I have watched and listened to you for weeks now and I have long suspected you are only speech deficient and not mull-headed.
Use me to speak thru.
I open the way thru my mind and you can speak thru me if you desire."
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if a roll is needed...
Mind Conduit:2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 2) + 3 = 11
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
"Yes, maybe we do need to solidify things here in ESTR first before embarking on other missions.
We have already sent the city leaders reeling and we should hit them again before they regain their balance.
Shall we quickly plan an assault on City Hall or wherever the City Magistrate resides?
Maybe some of the fellows downstairs can tell us about the city leadership hierarchy so we know who best to eliminate."
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When Smoog has some time after this meeting, he asks around downstairs about ESTR politics, leadership, military structure and such...
Discern reality with Logic:2d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1) + 3 = 7
Who’s really in control here (in ESTR)?
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He puts that together with what he already knows about such human settlements to help them come up with a plan...
Spout Lore on ESTR:2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2) + 3 = 9
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
That evil Necromancer and his giant zombie amalgamation were quite terrifying and dangerous... not that great a challenge huh? .Smoog whispers to himself.
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Then Smoog's gaze turns toward Tanard but his words are aimed at Thunk.
Dragons have always been sacred to us Kobolds.
Tanard is our Queen; our Future; our very Life and Breath.
I will devote all I have, all I am, to Her service and Her glory.
Thunk, you are now Her Priesto-Primo, Her Champion and Her Loyalty Focus.
You now guide my zealot's passion and advise me spiritually.
I swear to do Red 'Nard's will.
I swear to live my life only for Red 'Nard.
"
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Then he addresses Greas on the details of the machine...
"I need a potion brewed from Zephyr Lilies, a rare species of flower found on Marannon, a mountaintop far to the east of here; part of the Green Ridge Mountain Range I think.
It will take us into dwarf territory quite near Lord Krondor's domain."
AND...
I need a dish-shaped metal object fashioned of pure silver which I will mount to the ceiling of the time chamber itself. This will focus the time-dilating energies into a coherent sphere around the subjects."
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
So many things were happening so fast that Smoog was having trouble prioritizing the most important missions and needed some advice from the others.
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Rounding up Retzack and Greas he heads back up to find the rest of his group gathered in the Library Stained Glass room.
Smoog then starts in with a few thoughts and observations aimed mostly at Sees, Thunk and Krish but Oadir and the others are certainly consulted and included.
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"We are quickly taking on the huge task of completely liberating or subjugating; depending on how you view the issue; the city of ESTR.
We could of course leave that business to the newly freed slaves leaving us free to continue our Dragonslayer hunt.
Now that Tanard's existence has been made public, we have more to worry about and keeping her safe will be much more difficult.
I had thought about trying to magically age her into adulthood quickly so she will be more able to protect herself but that project requires several difficulties that we do not have time for right now...so...
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What next?
Do we commandeer an airship and go after Krondor?
Do we gather the items I need for the Age-Machine?
Do we head after Twinkletoes? or that nasty Elf-Lord?
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Smoog stands in awe as he witnesses the transformation of Thunk into a full-fledged War-Priest of Tanard the Red
and again as Sees unleashes green death on the town cavalry.
It soon dawns on him that with this display, Tanard's existence is no longer a secret;
word will spread of the new Red Dragon and her minions wreaking havoc on ESTR.
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He begins rummaging and foraging thru the heaping pile of books left from Sees earlier search
looking for a manual he is sure would be in a Time Temple library, "Dudley's Differential Dilation" or "How to Move Months by Faa Woo Tang" or any treatise on time manipulation.
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Smoog laments that he has never really had sufficient time or facilities to fully realize his Master Artificer capacities but he is not going to let that get in the way now.
He has to bring baby Tanard up quickly; past adolescence if not nearing young adult if she was going to ward off the onslaughts he was sure were coming her way.
If he could build a Time Bubble maybe he could whisk her thru a few years of aging and get her older, stronger, wiser quickly before her enemies could close in on them here in ESTR.
Either that or they must run.
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Smoog approaches Tanard, bows low and humbly and then very cautiously extends his mind to beseech her blessing on this most audacious endeavor.
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DM Mooshy,
envoking Master Artificer:
When you spend an hour or so in your workshop contemplating an engineering challenge,
tell the DM what you're trying to achieve.
The DM will tell you "yes, you can do that, but..." and then 1 to 4 of the following:
• It's going to take days/weeks/months
• First you must _____
• You'll need help from ______
• It will require a lot of money
• You will risk danger from _____
• You'll have to add X to your workshop first
• The best you can do is a lesser version
• You'll need detailed instructions from _______
to build a time machine that will make Tanard and myself older rapidly, days for years I hope.
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
"So kind of you to ask, Mr. Retzack, I am sure.
If you intend on re-purposing the remains of the wedding retinue, I wholeheartedly agree.
'Waste not, Want not' my Grandpappy always said.
I will mention it to Soup-Spoon and have him account for the larger stomachs out of that larder.
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Maybe we should consider sending the Trolls and Ogres and such folk out on long range missions and get them feeding themselves while on the road.
Nasty business this feeding and outfitting you know.
Mining teams were never so demanding on our reserves.
A sack of bug-bread and a jug o' green mead and away we went.
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Anyway, this Temple will serve as a good base for now but the town keep or castle will still be bent against us.
We will soon need to move on eliminating that as well or maybe just burn it down.
I wish Fssst were still with us.
He really liked burning things.
Bit of a quiet chap but burning really was his thing..."
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Smoog wanders off toward the library to confer with Sees, muttering and snickering to himself on the way.
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
I am enjoying Retzack's character exploration and growth.
Whether he has the greater party's best interest in mind when he does the things he does is debatable but that is what makes the dynamics of this group so interesting.
I agree with points 1 thru 6.
As for point 7, no I do not want you to leave.
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Quickly becoming overwhelmed by the swelling response, Smoog recognizes the need to organize this throng of thugs and thieves.
He finds Soup-Spoon and Ordo and gets them back to the kitchen and puts them in charge of the food stores and meal plan.
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"We have a huge number of mouths to feed all of a sudden and cannot risk the new guys devouring it all in one day.
Hide, lock up and secret away all that you can and start preparing a simple and reasonable meal for all the new creatures."
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He then heads down stairs to the wine cellar to see about sealing it off for now.
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If this store of spirits is discovered, the whole lot will be drunk for days and of no use to us at all!!!!
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Smoog will settle for using his mining expertise to cave in the hallway if no other method of sealing or blocking access is apparent.
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He then heads back up to the main hall to start organizing the growing spectacle into manageable teams.
Gathering groups of 10 at a time Smoog looks for one on that team who seems to have self-confidence or at least some common sense about them
and hands them a rag or strip of cloth scrounged from the dead bodies Retzack piled up to use as a rally banner.
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"Here, You. You are the Blue Team leader. Take your team around the Temple and find all usable weapons to bring back here."
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The next group gets a red banner and the task of gathering all missile or throwable items brought to the shattered window upstairs.
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Green, Yellow, Purple, etc. all get going on separate tasks...
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Smoog lowers the ropes down to the crowd of followers inviting them up.
As one kobold slave and then another climb up, Smoog surveys the human gathering and prepares to defend against any attack they may launch.
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Defend our new recruits:2d6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 2) + 1 = 6or +3 if a gadget can help
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
EoS -
Bonds:
With Thunk the Barbarian...
"Is Thunk too stupid to be our leader? I might have to help him." +1
now is..
"Thunk is not stupid, he just has trouble expressing himself.
I might be able to help him.
With Hegh +1
with Kibra +1
Alignment:
Chaotic - Use a Gadget in a new and surprising way...
Welding with the eye? +1
Party Questions
Did we learn something new and important about the world?
How to acquire an Airship? +1
Did we overcome a notable monster or enemy?
The Druid. +1
Did we loot a memorable treasure?
Retsack's ring, The panpipe key, the book, a temple... +1
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Smoog looks out thru the shattered window at the growing mass of followers.
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Tanard's fame is growing faster than she is.
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To expedite the entrance up into their ranks, Smoog readies a few lengths of rope from his adventuring gear and prepares to let the ends down so the new recruits can climb up.
Also eyeing the hostile crowd, he pats his trusty steamer thinking a thick cloud of steam may be needed to cover their ascent.
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Can't have any of our new friends stuck by stray arrows from those nasty softskins.
Wow, those larger fellows might have to come in a different way.
Oh well, better let Sees have her inspirational monologuing first anyway.
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Pondering the implications of owning a key to and airship
(and disregarding the whole seize by force issue)
Smoog starts daydreaming about being an Airship Captain!
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How magnicifent it will be,
soaring above the clouds,
high above our enemies,
raining down destruction,
Thunk will like that.
I wonder what type of armament a vehicle like that will have.
No bother, I can rig up some steam-powered cannons or maybe a flame-spewing device.
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He then hears the horrible crash from upstairs and hurries to investigate...
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
"Well, Ordo is it?
I think you will agree that your circumstances have greatly improved since our arrival.
That in and of itself should convince you toward the prudence of collaborating with us.
Also please note that we already have a goblin in our ranks and he is quite successfully plying his trade with us.
Here is my offer; work for us and you will be fed well from our stores and can take any one unclaimed item from the loot pile we acquired here.
Do you desire more? fame? vice satiation? revenge?
Stay or go.
You have already been given your freedom."
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Smoog then turns his attention to Soup-Spoon.
" This key is a wonderful gift. Thank you.
Let me return the gesture by presenting you with your namesake.
No doubt the former head chef used this in wicked ways,
may it serve you well in your future tasks."
With that said Smoog hands the magic soup spoon over to the portly brown kobold.
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
After securing the first floor of the Temple from external intrusion,
Smoog rallies the slaves and staff that have drifted back to inquire about the new Temple owners.
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"We are intent on an insurrection.
You and the former slaves of ESTR are free!
We need to spread the word thru ESTR that any who wish can join us here.
Lord Krondor is enslaving kobolds to make a monstrous Dragon-killing machine and we need to stop him.
When he hears that ESTR has fallen he will surely send forces to retake it.
We need to do what we can before that happens.
We plan on taking over or razing this city and looting it.
Help us spread the word and rally more to our cause.'
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Recruit:2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 1) + 3 = 9 maybe +4?
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When you put out word:
that you’re looking to hire help, roll:
+1 if you make it known that your pay is generous (maybe)
+1 if you make it known what you’re setting out to do (YES)
+1 if you make it known that they’ll get a share of whatever you find (YES)
+1 if you have a useful reputation around these parts (YES)
" By the way, on our way into town we saw the airstrip and the flying machines north of ESTR.
Such a machine would be very useful to us.
I recall a fair amount about these Cloudsailors but do any of you have more information to add?" Spout Lore on Airships...:2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 3) + 3 = 10
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Smoog hurriedly makes his way to and thru the kitchen, grabbing a tasty leg of roasted meat and calling out along the way in Kobold...
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"You are free now.
Come out Scaly-kin, you are safe.
We are Kobolds from Moontower hunting the Dragon Killers.
We just defeated one here.
Now we need you.
We need your help.
Help us lock up this place so no humans can get inside."
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Smoog's builder-sense kicks in as he scritinizes the surrounding architecture.
He then heads for the most likely places to find more external doors.
He intends on shoring up the points of ingress to prevent intrusion from hostiles.
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Discern Reality with Logic and Techno Eye:2d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1, 5) + 3 + 1 = 10
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He repeats his invitation several more time as he scampers thru the hallways.
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
"There will be more.
Where humans are concerned there are always more.
We need to secure this place completely.
I can go about sealing off the main doors that have either weldable metal or locks that can be reset.
Someone should go about gathering up the recently freed slaves and staff that might want to hear our terms of employment."
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With that said, Smoog adds a few more weld lines down the center of the main doors and hits the hinges for good measure.
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I remember a few kobolds fleeing the kitchen when we attacked.
Maybe I can find one who knows the Temple layout and can guide me to the other entrances.
Also a snack would be nice..."
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
"Guard, shoo them away and close the doors!
The party is just getting started and we don't want to be rudely interrupted."
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He closes one side while the guard swings the other and when the doors are closed, Smoog begins welding them shut from the inside with his laser-eye.
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"Guard, do not let anyone interrupt me while I seal these up.
If any try to interfere, kill them."
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Welding success or strength if needed...:2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 1) + 3 = 10
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Smoog swings around to confront the guard approaching him.
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Attack blast:2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 6) + 3 = 14 Damage:1d8 ⇒ 8
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The little blue techno-wizard slashes his eye-beam across the path of the advancing city guard; piercing a series of neat holes across his torso and completely severing his left arm.
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"Come no closer or I will start removing your legs next!"
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
" Well yes Mr. Oadir, it seems we are once again pitted against a mob in the middle of a hostile city.
Although we are making great use of guerrilla warfare tactics,
these humans have a knack for swelling their numbers at inopportune moments.
I think it best if we two make for the main Temple doors and seal it off from reinforcements.
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You there! Take me to the Temple Entrance!"
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Mind Control Gadget:2d6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 1) + 3 = 6
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
As Smoog enters the Wedding Hall, he takes in the entire scene with a sweeping gaze.
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Thunk and Greas working together have their side of the battle boiling.
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Retzack's Monstrosity tears into the main team of guards in the hall.
Apparently they were more for pomp and circumstance than actual muscle and protection.
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Then he sees Krish RIDING A DEATHCLAW!!!
Lightening and Spirit energy dance around him and seem to be targeting ... a bird?!>?!?
"Well this is quite a scene.
We can't have reinforcements arriving so where is that main gate?"
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On his way to seal the Gates, Smoog cuts down a few chandeliers with his eye-beam laser hoping to crush some guests or at least add more turmoil to the
Eye-Beam cutting thru metal chains:2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 3) + 3 = 10 Damage if needed:1d8 ⇒ 3
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Smoog follows Retzack's monstrosity and pursues the fleeing staff, sure the main wedding party has been alerted to their attack.
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"We've started up again so no holding back.
Send the smoothskin pigs to the grave before they can mount a counteroffensive or rally others from the town.
I will make my way to the main doors and seal them off!"
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
Smoog rushes into the room a dozen steps and unleashes his laser eye on any combatant that seems dangerous.
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Attack with Gadget Weapon:2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 5) + 3 = 9 using up a daily charge Damage:1d8 ⇒ 5
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"The wedding entertainers are here you see!
A Musician, a Magician and a Menagerie!
Make way for Tanard's Terrible Troop!
Don't burn the beef or spill the soup.
My eye glows red I cannot lie.
Now it's time for you to die."
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
"With this type of festivity wine and spirits are usually consumed in mass quantities.
Perhaps we could lace the kegs with poison and kill them all at once?
"
Gearmaturge | Lvl 7 | EXP 0/13 | HP 17/23 | Dam 1d8+2 | Armor +3 | Charge 2 (3) | AA on hold +2 when Aided
Stats:
STR+0 | DEX+2 | CON+1 | INT+3 | WIS+1 | CHA=0
DR with Logic:2d6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 6) + 3 = 11
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After looking over Sees shoulder at the cooks behavior Smoog whispers...
"I do not think this Temple is occupied by the traditional cloistered monks and clerics of the Timeist Cronologian Orthodoxy.
This celebratory behavior is more in line with Populous Punctual Reformists and might indicate that..."
What is about to happen?
Who’s really in control here?
What here is not what it appears to be?
