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When Tolgy saw Seven, he bullrushed the taller man, laughing and...crying? Seven might have let the dwarf bounce off, but he allowed himself to be mowed over, falling heavily on his back and sending armor and weaponry flying. Seven didn't mind--he didn't need them anymore. He started laughing too, happy that they'd get back to work. Maybe now they'd earn a mountain of money and Seven could get a horse. One of his own. He brainstormed names with Tolgy while they gathered up the equipment and hurried back toward his wagon.

"Dolga," Tolgy suggested with a twinkle in his eye.

Later on, Seven sat with Tolgy, Malka, the Jeyne, Zaken, LEEK, and Val as they shared a big meal. A party. Malka's head leaned on his shoulder and he smelled her hair, smiling, thinking about the horse. He remembered Tolgy's suggestion for a name and chuckled.

But Seven had another name in mind, one he'd heard whispered to him in a dream, spoken in the secret, silver tongue of the stars. He glanced out the window, up toward the glittering night sky and its canopy of twinkling lights. They seemed to glitter even brighter at his gaze.

He remembered that name now.

But he wouldn't tell a soul.

No, not one soul.

That is a busy schedule, and I certainly don't blame you for wanting to free up some time. You've been a dedicated GM and the game has been a good one. Thanks for finishing the book, and I look forward to seeing you all in other places on the boards. I'll post a wrap up post with Seven later on.

Action 1
Seven cheered and jumped up and down when the purple fire came back, nearly dropping his sword in excitement. He hoped they'd see it back in Torch, and he wondered what Tolgy's reaction would be.

He cheered again for LEEK as he smashed the other automom, punching and kicking the air in a mock fight. He winced as his body reminded him of its aches. It was then that Malka rushed up, handing him another potion. He stowed in his belt pouch until it looked like they were in danger again. He withdraw one of the big needles, dreading the thought but realizing it was needed. He handed the needle to Malka, turned his head, and closed his eyes. Consuming a hemochem.

Seven didn't like the idea of touching the automom because, in his experience, they tended to hurt. Still, he figured the Jeyne knew what she was doing (she was real smart, it turned out), and so he helped her hoist the thing up and into a new spot. He picked his sword back up, pointing it toward her head. "I'll stay here in case she tries to burn us again."

Action 1

Seven blinked in disbelief when the Jeyne struck the automom square in the chest. He didn't think she was the type, but apparently she could get real mad, too. He made a note to try not to make her mad at him.

"Good work." he said a little awkwardly. Malka told him it was good to say nice things to others. He wracked his brain for something else nice. "Real brave, you hit like a man" he said with a smile. He climbed down and fetched the rope, moving slowly from his many hurts. "Should I hit it real hard?" he asked in response to her statement about the collector.

Action 2

"Wooooooooow..." Seven stared in wonder at the pretty purple light. It reminded him so much of the purple fire up above, and it made him think of helping Tolgy at the forge, before he went to work at Garritt's junkyard, and those thoughts made him happy. He smiled a little, thinking about the good times. Tolgy had said many times they'd get back to work once the fire came back. Seven didn't realize how much he missed those days until now. The idea of going back to the junkyard suddenly seemed sort of sour.

Though he liked his shack. He hoped Garritt might let him stay.

"Is this how we'll get the purple fire back?" he asked the others hopefully. Tag all

Originally posted this in gameplay!

Seven felt his sword slash against something hard and knew that he had struck. Whatever joy this brought him was quickly burned away by yet another blast from the weapon. Seven gasped in pain. He could feel his skin burning and bubbling and he knew he needed help. Remembering Malka's words he drew the last of the potions from his pouch and guzzled it down.

Drawing the potion of CLW and drinking it. Thanks Malka!
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potion CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Not sure whether you have me standing or laying down at the moment. I miss either way :).

If Seven is lying on the ground...

Seven clinched his eyes shut as the hot goo splattered him again. He was losing steam, and wasn't sure he'd make it back out to see Tolgy. The thought of the dwarf's grease-smeared face eased his aches, and he lashed out, blindly, with his sword.

If Seven is standing, disregard the stand action.

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Stand, if I'm not already. Attack.
1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 8 - 1 = 132d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 5) + 6 + 3 = 19

Seven was flying.

No, not flying, floating. Below him, the whole of Torch appeared, though it was very small--barely the size of his hand stretched out before him. And he could see forever around, the trills and hills of the countryside surrounding the town. He could see the very woods that he and Malka traveled through on their journey from the Doctors. He smiled at the thought of Malka and realized he'd need to get back down there.

It was then that he noticed the stars. He turned his head to look behind him and gasped in wonder. The black sky opened up before him, spreading out in every direction but down. And there were so many stars! There were more stars than he could ever have imagined or dreamed or hoped. They filled the sky, somehow replacing the blackness with light.

And they called him. Not by his name--at least, not by the name he was accustomed to; not Seven. They called him another name, one that he had never heard, but he somehow knew it was his name. His real name. He was overwhelmed with a sensation that was altogether alien to him; one he had never felt in his entire lifetime.

He felt like he belonged.

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to rise. Up, away from Torch, away from the Doctors, away from the automoms, away from darkness and pain. Up, into the light of the stars.

Malka.

Away from her, too. The girl beyond the cage. The bringer of the blanket and the bear, the one who brought him a pastry. His friend.

And though the stars continued to beckon him, and though he wanted them more than almost anything, he knew he could not go. He could not leave his friend alone.

The whispering of the stars began to fade, and in its place a brakish, dischordant noise arose. It sounded like a machine, and Seven recognized it as the voice of the Jeyne. He felt a hand on his forehead, and terrible pain begin to creep through his body.

Seven opened his eyes.

The Jeyne crouched above him, her face characteristically calm and expressionless. She was speaking him. He didn't know what she meant, though he understood the danger well enough.

The potions. He remembered the Malka had given them to him in case of danger. He reached into his pouch, fumbling around until he had found the largest bottle. He uncorked it and drank greedily.

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Move: retrieve potion, Standard: drink
potion CMW: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (5, 2) + 3 = 10

I'll wait to post until I know whether or not the Jeyne is able to reach Seven.

FYI Seven has no cure potions, though he has a hemochem :). Exciting fight!

GM, Seven should be at 3/10 Rage at the beginning of this turn.

Seven once more faced the barrel of the weapon, the gleaming red eyes of the automom hovering behind it. He cried out in pain as it fired again, and a smoldering, burning goo clung to his skin. He reached up instinctively to to claw at it, trying to make the burning sensation stop. The gunk fell to the floor, sizzling and steaming on the metal walkway. He growled, moving in closer to the automom in an attempt to pin her against the wall.

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Standard: remove lava ball, 5-foot step 1 south to attempt to corner Meyanda. Seven has Combat Reflexes. If an AoO is triggered, I'll use my action point. 1d6 ⇒ 3

Sorry, Mon-Tue are always slammed for me.

Seven gripped the ladder rungs uncertainly, but he knew the way was up, and so he climbed. It was not a good feeling to see the weapon leveled against him. He quickly covered his face with an arm, but there was (another) loud noise, and an intense, searing burning on the side of his neck.

He hauled himself onto the platform in fury, only to see the other automom now in front of him. Thoughts of pain receded into the background as he roared in rage. He was about fed up with these machines. He swung furiously, connecting solidly with the automom and knocking a chunk of it off onto the floor.

Seven 5-foot steps northeast, then attacks the repair drone, in order to maintain melee range with Meyanda in case she provokes.
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Attack,Rage, Power Attack;dmg: 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 8 + 2 - 1 = 262d6 + 6 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (2, 5) + 6 + 2 + 3 = 18

Seven hissed at the smaller automom as it began to repair the damage from his sword. I had seen enough of these things to know what that meant. He turned to look for access up onto the top platform, and it was then that he was blinded by a real bright light. The room started to spin, but he squinted his eyes and shook his head and things slowed down a bit. The saw the bad lady with the red eyes staring at him. He figured her to be up to no good.

He ran to the southern ladder and began to climb up, eyes locked on the automom with the red eyes.

Seven steps around behind LEEK to minimize AoO's, then proceeds to the southern ladder and begins to climb up toward the mean android.
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Acrobatics to avoid AoO: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Climb: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

I'm a little unsure of the map. Is the repair drone up on a platform, and reaching down to make repairs on the collector?

lol I adjusted my count because I thought I was wrong. Since I wasn't raging the first turn, I believe I should now be at 4/10 (instead of 3/10).

Seven snarled as the automom's thick metal deflected his blow. As he drew back his blade, an intense screech came from the thin air between them. It made his ears hurt and he covered them, turning to see what caused the sound. But all he saw was Malka, hunched over, blood streaming from her ear. The site of her blood scared him, but it delighted the other thing within him, which now began hissing instructions into his brain.

Nodding his head in agreement, he deftly spun around, twirling his sword over his head, before landing a telling blow against the automom's "shoulder." It was disappointing that there was no blood, though he was glad to see the machinery rip and tear.

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Attack, Bless, Rage, Power Attack;dmg: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 1 + 2 - 1 = 192d6 + 6 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (5, 6) + 6 + 2 + 3 = 22

RAGING

Seven had to squint his eyes shut when the bright light hit LEEK's head. The light was nearly blinding, and he could feel the heat of LEEK's metal as he sizzled and popped. Then there was a bad thing, slamming into LEEK again. "See Malka? Bad things!"

Seven chopped down with his sword, grinning in grim satisfaction as he struck the thing's claw.

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Attack,Power Attack;dmg: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 8 - 1 = 192d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 3) + 6 + 3 = 13

Seven shook his head trying to clear it. He was sure he heard the bad thing scream, but maybe that was his own screaming. Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference.

"More bad things, Malka. That's what's behind closed doors."

Seven reclaimed Tolgy's sword and stowed the hammer. At least until another metal thing. He took a position beside LEEK in front of the doors. "let's go."

Seven jumped in fright as the big pile of metal came to life. It seemed like one thing after another was trying to hurt them down here. He realized Tolgy was real smart to give him a sword. But he wondered if he'd be able to slice this thing with a sharp blade like he'd done with the rat things. He hesitated just a second, but in that time the thing hurt Zaken, though Malka made sure to hit it back.

Seven decided. He dropped Tolgy's sword and instead pulled out the big, heavy hammer. The one that looked like a shining star, but with a fat, heavy head on one side. He hopped around Zaken and up beside LEEK, the robot now punching back with its own metal fists. He cocked the hammer back behind his head then slammed it down as hard as he could on the bad thing's head. At least, it looked like a head. Bits of metal and rock chipped off as the thing roared back at Seven. It made Seven's teeth rattle. So he roared back as loud as he could.

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Attack (lucerne hammer),Power Attack;dmg: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 7 - 1 = 221d12 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 3 = 21

Action 1
Seven frowned as the lights cooked the ratman. He had a feeling that would happen, and it was good to know of the danger, even if the smell was bad.

The rooms were full of junk. Nothing looked particularly interesting to Seven, though he bet Garritt would have been real excited to see so much trash.

Action 2
The doors, though, those looked interesting. They looked important. They looked dangerous. He walked over and placed his hands on the black metal, half expecting to be cooked like the ratman.

Action 1

It struck Seven as funny that there were so many rat-things down here, but he knew rats could get in just about anywhere. These thoughts were fleeting, for the voice soon spurred him into a whirling frenzy as he hacked, chopped, and slashed his way from one red thing to the next, always trying to keep himself between them and Malka.

They fought back, of course, with their sharp little arrows, teeth, and claws, and the bigger ones with their own weapons (those shovels really hurt). But one by one, they fell as LEEK and Seven beat them into submission.

Action 2
Seven had an idea. He stripped one of the rat men of its gear--Zaken made sure of that, because it might be useful. Somehow. Then he carried its naked ratbody back to the room with the bright lights. He tossed the carcass into the room, anxious to see what would happen.

Same, nearest door seems like a good choice.

Seven gulped nervously. He was suddenly reminded of the roasted birds that Val sometimes cooked, their skin darkened and crackled. Funny, though, he had no appetite just then.

"Let's try the next door," he agreed.

Seven has at least one hemochem (fast healing 1 for 1min [10hp]). Maybe he should use that in lieu of a spell or wand charge.

The color slowly returned to Seven's vision. At least, he saw more than gray and red. He noticed Malka tending to him, and fell back into a sitting position on the floor, blood and sweat dripping off his forehead. He remembered the hemochem. He had been dreading this moment. He withdraw the long needle and handed it to Malka wordlessly. He turned his head and closed his eyes, waiting for the sting. He hated needles. Still, it was better than the Jeyne's tickles. Tag Malka.

At Malka's suggestion, he nodded and climbed to his feet. He gripped his weapon, bracing for another fight.

Seven barely registered the fact that the orc now lay motionless and bleeding. He stormed over the body toward the squeaking rat thing.

"You hurt Malka!" he cried, before impaling it with his blade.

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Attack,Rage;dmg: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 2 = 162d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 1) + 6 + 2 = 11

Seven's vision exploded into fiery curtains of red, white, and black as the big shovel knocked him on the head. He saw stars, but not the kind he liked, as the room swayed this way and that. A ragged pain shot through his head and he clenched his teeth, tasting blood. But through the swirling colors he heard the orc laugh and he lashed out toward the sound, his blade slicing into something meaty. Warm blood splashed his face. The sensation was oddly familiar, and sort of comforting.

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Attack,Rage,Power Attack;dmg: 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 2 - 1 = 192d6 + 6 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (5, 5) + 6 + 2 + 3 = 21

Seven roared in anger as the little rat thing shot an arrow at the the Jeyne. "The Jeyne is a friend!" he screamed, stepping forward with his sword. Sure, she was all funny colors and her voice was weird and her voice sounded like one of Zaken's toys and she kept trying to tickle him even though she knew he didn't like it. But she was still a friend.

We have to be nice to our friends. Malka's constant reminder played over in his head. He figured being nice meant keeping little rat things with arrows away.

He was just about to run and kick it in the head when he heard Malka make a bad noise. A noise that meant hurt. His head snapped around to find one of the bigger ones with a big, jagged piece of metal. All thinking fled his mind. Even the voice got real quiet (he couldn't remember that happening before). Or maybe that was because his own screams drowned it out. Whatever the reason, his feet changed direction. In an instant he was beside her, sword swinging. He was careful not to let it near her. Too careful, for the bad thing dodged him easily. He spit and snarled, desperate to draw its attention away from Malka.

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Attack,Rage,Power Attack;dmg: 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 2 - 1 = 132d6 + 6 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2) + 6 + 2 + 3 = 17

Action 1
Seven had to think for a second, then realized what Zaken was waiting before. He had shown him this move a while back, though Seven kept forgetting. "Hive Ife!" Seven bellowed, giving Zaken's had a real good slap. Zaken tipped back a little and looked like he might fall over, so Seven grabbed his shoulder to steady him. "Hive ife." he said apologetically, quieter this time.

FYI I plan to resume posting tomorrow!

My parents' home burned down today :(. You may not hear from me for a few days as we sort things out. Thanks for your patience!

No one was hurt.

The bad thing took advantage of Seven's clumsiness, parrying his attack and bringing its own weapon down heavily on his shoulder. Seven felt the joint crack under the weight and fell to one knee. He gasped in pain as the world began to blur.

But suddenly the Jeyne was there, whispering something soft and reassuring in his ear. Her voice parted the clouds in his head, even drowning out the voice for a time. He didn't understand what she said, but somehow it still made sense: Hit it back.

And so he did.

He braced his right foot on the ground, pushing himself up with everything he had. He stabbed straight up with his sword, into the bad thing's head. The blade sunk deep, rending metal with a now-familiar screeching noise. He winced, really really hoping it wouldn't hit him again.
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Fort save DC 14: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 success
attack, rage, power attack, numb;dmg: 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 2 - 1 - 2 = 232d6 + 6 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (5, 4) + 6 + 2 + 3 = 20 hit

Action 1, Round 1

Seven bristled as the automom sprinted toward them and LEEK crashed into it. He growled and stepped forward, raising his sword, but the automom's weapon thumped him hard, really hard, on his chest. The force of the blow made it feel like he wasn't wearing any armor at all. A familiar, dreaded sensation rippled through him--a sizzling pain that burned, tickled, and itched all at once, only worse. He shuddered, almost losing his grip on the sword, but the sensation passed quick. Only, he couldn't quite feel his arms and hands anymore.

For a second, he was afraid. But it didn't matter, the voice reassured him, because this automaton would crack and crumple like the rest. Yep, yep, he agreed, allowing the gray to wash over him, letting the the voice take over as the bad thing began to glow red.

But his body was clumsy, unwieldy even to the strange intelligence that now controlled it. Seven snarled and swung the sword in an overhand chop, but he moved slow, and the bad thing merely raised its own weapon to block.

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Fort save DC 14: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 fail (-2 to all physical actions)
Attack, rage, power atk,numb;dmg: 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 2 - 1 - 2 = 182d6 + 6 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (5, 5) + 6 + 2 + 3 = 21 miss

Seven sniffed the shiny metal band that Zaken handed him. It didn't smell funny. He licked it. It didn't taste funny, either. He held it up over his "normal" eye, peering out at LEEK through the hole. He had seen some people around town wearing things like this. Garritt had several big, flashy pieces like this he wore over his fingers (some of Garritt's teeth looked that way, too). It seemed to Seven they would just get in the way, or would draw too much attention, but he bet they might be useful as weapons if you had nothing else. He slid his hand out of his gauntlet and compared the ring to his fingers. They looked way too fat to wear it. He pushed it into his smallest finger. Surprisingly, the band seemed to expand and slid on easy.

"Woah.." he breathed, testing it over and over again, sliding the ring off, noting how small it looked, then placing it any finger he chose. "Malka, look at this! Zaken gave me a shiny!" He actually liked the way it felt--like a soft blanket. He remembered the blanket Malka had given him and grinned.

Inside the next room, his smile faded. Why was there so much blood? He sniffed the air, listening and watching closely for signs of trouble from the automoms.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

"Careful!" he warned as the others approached the door. "These things don't like us being around."

I added the ring of protection +1 to my sheet. This puts my total worth at 4,000gp.

Very full day here. I may not be able to post. Apologies, please bot me if needed.

Seven spins around, taking advantage of the Jeyne's stab, realizing he is actually getting pretty good with the sword stuff, and easily rends the next one.

Attack,Aid,Power Atk;dmg: 1d20 + 8 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 3 - 1 = 252d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 3) + 6 + 3 = 14

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"Sounds good," he says, placing himself in front of the closest door.

Action 1, Round 1

Seven was still feeling sickish when they stepped off the jellyvader, so much so that it took him a few seconds to recognize that they were being attacked. Again!

Now normally he liked dogs just fine. Garritt even kept one chained up in the junkyard and, even though it barked at him, Seven was working on making friends with it.

But these were clearly trying to hurt them. He turned to the one between him and the Jeyne, thrusting his sword into what looked like a neck. The dog yelped and whined in a way that made him sad, though he knew that sometimes things that were bad needed to be put into the big sleep.

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Attack, power atk;dmg: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 8 - 1 = 272d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 6) + 6 + 3 = 21 possible crit
crit confirm;dmg: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 8 - 1 = 132d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 3) + 6 + 3 = 14

Action 1

"How are you doing?"

Seven was feeling great. He had more food than he could eat. He got to walk around wherever he wanted to go. He got to help Tolgy when there was purple fire. He got to haul trash. He got to sleep in his own bed. He got to see the sky. He got to wear Tolgy's armor and use his sword. And he got to see Malka. "Real good!" Seven replied. "...Uh, how are YOU doing?" (Malka had told him it was good to ask people that question).

"Before Torch..." he said slowly. Malka had warned him about this--people asking about the down-below place before they'd come into town. She'd told him, over and over, how to answer those questions. He'd practiced it until she was happy with it. Not even Tolgy knew the truth.

"I worked on a farm, diggin' in the dirt," he said carefully. "But when the rain stopped comin', the food stopped growin'. And so I moved on. Here I am."

Bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

"Malka, she... she saved us," he said, and this was really the truth. "Found me in the uh, the dark, and showed me how to follow the stars. Malka's a friend, that's for sure. I'd do anything to help Malka."

Action 2

When the room began to move, Seven's stomach tried to jump out of his throat. He regretted eating that trail ration, after all, as it found its way back up and onto the floor. He hated that feeling. He found himself on all fours, his head tucked between his arms, until the motion had stopped. He looked up, embarrassed, but unable to get to his feet just then. Haulin' trash was never this hard.

Fabian I've got 10 rounds of bloodrage/day now, not 8 :)

Action 1

"GAH!" Seven jumped back from The Jeyne, crashing into a metal cart and sending both tumbling to the floor. The crashing noise echoed through the medical lab, drowning out the soft but constant humming noise. He squirmed, trying to figure out the tickling, but all Tolgy's armor and weapons were in the way and couldn't get to it. He snorted in laughter, even though there was nothing funny about it.

"Can't I just drink a potion???" He yelled to the room, tears in his eyes. Even the big needle started to sound better. Gasping, he crawled back to his feet, trying to resort the mixed up cart, doing a terrible job, and pushing it away with a sigh.

He thought about eating another trail ration. He remembered how bad they tasted compared to Val's pastries, then changed his mind. Then he remembered being hungry all the time, and changed it again. He sat on the floor and opened his pack. As he chewed, he thought about this latest adventure.

There was the room with all the bad but familiar smells. They didn't stay long there, which was good. Then there was the room with the vegepigs, which was not. The things were little and fast and mean, and even though Tolgy's steel hurt 'em real bad, they managed to scratch him up with their claws. They had turned red then, and he couldn't remember much, except how good it felt to squeeze that one that hurt Malka with his bare fists until it stopped struggling. The voice liked it, too. The voice was still going on about how nice that was, even while he was trying to eat. "Shh!" he hushed at it, drawing looks from the others.

Everyone seemed real excited over some stuff they found. A little ring, and a good armor. Seven didn't think it looked as good as the one Tolgy had given him. Tolgy's stuff was the best, he had decided. There was also some potions, which he now knew were way better than The Jeyne's tickling trick. I wonder if The Jeyne is ticklish, too? he wondered idly, glancing sideways at her.

But then his mind wandered back to the greenhouse, with the bad plants. Again, his sharp sword chopped them real good, but there sure was a lot of thorns.

"We gonna sleep down here without Camrad? I guess it's faster than going back." He sighed, realizing he'd be eating rations again and, more importantly, would have to sleep in what was really just another big box. He suddenly missed his shack by the junkyard.

@everyone: we can take a little bit longer than usual for this turn since I am asking for a 'reminiscing post' that recaps a good portion of fighting/exploration. :)

Thanks, then I will work on post tomorrow morning. I'm beat :).

Camrad hasn't posted our other game either. Hope all is well.

I won't be able to post until later tonight.

Seven stands quietly, listening to Sanvil talk. He's not sure what to think of the man, and eyes Malka for any sign of fear or anger. She remains calm, however, and so does he.

Seven will follow Malka's lead.

Action 2

Seven could tell that Malka didn't trust Sanvil, so neither did he. He stepped ahead, just a few inches, but enough to emphasize his presence.

After the others explained what was going on, Seven got even more confused. Whly'd Sanvil wanna take Val's stuff? Let's go ask.

Action 1
"Yep, yep." Seven stated calmly as he ate his eggs. He was still learning the intricacies of managing silverware, and his fork was gripped clumsily in his left fist. At least, he thought it was his left. He had trouble remembering which was which.

Action 2
"Friends are good," Seven announced in response to Val's statement. He didn't know they'd made a new one, but who was he to question? He was as surprised as Val when the others ran into the foundry. He sighed, put his fork gently down on the plate like Val taught him, then followed the others.

He didn't know what the big deal was. The room looked as mixed up as usual.
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Headache (low loses): 1d100 ⇒ 84 success
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Action 2

Seven entered the Foundry to see the Jeyne talking to Val.

I intend to return to where we found Father, with as many of the others as are willing to accompany me. It is the only way we will get answers."

"I'll go, too," he said, determined to be useful.

Seven sat crouched low near the ground, his fingers tracing pictures in the soot. Silently, he watched Malka's sillhouette as she worked diligently over the fires. Her dark hair was matted to her skin, her skin slick with sweat. It reminded him of the days following their escape, when she had led them through unknown, outside places. It was good she was there. He would not have known where to go or what to do.

Malka was always working to help someone, he realized as he drew. Himself, Val, Counsel Mintbane. He was only one in a series. After this was done, maybe she'd help someone else.

She was real important to him, but was he important to her?

Why would he be? He wasn't smart they way she was, the way Zaken and the Jeyne just knew stuff about how things went together. He wasn't handsome like Camrad. He didn't even know how to use the forge the way Tolgy and Malka did.

His fingers continued to draw on their own, his mind adrift in thought.

Yep, he figured he needed to start being useful. Maybe this underground place was a good start. If they could get the purple fire going again, it seemed everyone'd be real happy.

He stood up, took one last look at Malka as she worked over the metal, then strode out into the early evening. The stars were beginning to show up, and he always like to tell them hello.

On the floor, Seven's drawing spread across the room. It was a series of pictures depicting their mad flight from Silver Mount together. In the last picture, two figures stood beneath a raiment of stars. Their hands were locked together.

Action 2

"I will go with you, Malka." Seven approached and stood next to her. He didn't like the underground place. He didn't know what other bad things waited down there. But he couldn't let her go alone.

He realized he would follow her anywhere.

IC, Seven doesn't like technology much so isn't too interested in claiming the things we've found. OOC, he already has the cloak, which is probably the best item we've got, so he's taken his "share" already.

Action 1
Seven hacked and spit out the bad water as they emerged back onto the shore of the pond, Counsel Mintbane in tow. He breathed in real deep, remembering a similar time he was glad to see the sky. Then he instinctively turned to see whether the purple fire had come back. It hadn't. He watched as Val got real happy and then real sad to see Counsel Mintbane. He helped Malka out of the water, then sat quietly as they all prepared to go see the Dolga lady.

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"She said WHAT?!" Tolgy snorted as Seven gave him the Dolga lady's response to that question. They were seated at Tolgy's campsite, next to his big closet.

"She said you don't got enough horse for the rodeo," Seven repeated, nodding. "Which...is wrong, 'cause there's lots of horses at Ivren's."

Tolgy's mad cackling following this left Seven a bit confused, but he was used to that. "Heehee...Ahahaha!" Tolgy was lying on his side, clutching his stomach as he laughed. He sat up, wheezing and wiping tears from his oil-smeared face. "Ha! By Brigh's hammer, 'tis good to see yeh, Seven! Now tell me what you seen 'neath them hills." He crawled to his feet and prepared to serve them his signature, caustic coffee as Seven got to re-live their adventures underground.

Seven told him all about the jinkins and automoms, and all the other bad things they saw. Seven gestured real big to show how massive the spinning blades were, spinning around in circles and almost crashing into the fire and kettle. He told him about the blood, and the food-tubes, and the big needle that Malka had given him. And there was the too-many-armed thing with the sharp knives and the fancy cape (which he secretly liked but pretended to hate so no one would make him wear even more clothes). And of course, there was Tolgy's steel. The best sword in the world. Seven told him how it saved everyone from the bad things, over and over, and that Tolgy was the best sword-maker in Torch. The dwarf hooted and hollered whenever Seven described a strong blow.

He drank the coffee Tolgy offered. Malka didn't like him drinking the stuff, said it made him too excitable, but if she didn't ask, he wouldn't tell. He smiled into his cup.

Tolgy seemed real glad to hear all of this and also real curious about the underground place. His face looked real serious, almost afraid, when he asked, "So, are yeh goin' back?"

Looks like the only thing Seven will take is the hemochem..1 dose? 2 doses? I have placed one in my inventory for the time being. I've also claimed the +1 cloak of resistance (Value 1,000g). Plus my 1,000g starting wealth. So roughly 2,000gp. I think that's it.

Jeyne, Craft sounds great in this setting.