"An hours rest won't hurt." The Half-Orc tried to open up the pack he carried, but the lack of sensation in his metal fingers made it all but impossible. "If someone can give me a hand, I should have some chocolate in here..."
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"Look at what? What are pulling closer?" Uthan grunted in frustration. "Note to self - upgrade eyes at first opportunity."
On the ground, Uthan grunted at the sound of the gun blast, and laid a hand on himself to heal.
Unable to see and so unable to doodge the blows, Uthan looks down out of habit without rememering he can't see. The vicious wounds are too much for the Half-Orc. The axe drops to the ground, followed by it's wielder.
Uthan roared as the light seared his eyes. Rubbing his eyes did nothing. With a grunt, he added to Jade's comment, "Neither can I."
"Do you want Brigh to jam your gun, Navi? Annoying her Chosen seems like a terrible plan to me." Of course, the Oracle was a worshiper too - he had no intention of upsetting the patron who had allowed him to rebuild his ruined arms. Heaving his axe up, Uthan approached the...whatever it was. He supposed it didn't matter too much, since the creature was obviously hostile, but it would be nice to know.
"Some kind of familiar?" Uthan murmured, trying Detect Magic to see if that gave any hint to the creature while he studied it.
"It's possible. Her gear and equipment has been picked clean." Uthan rose and looked around too, keeping the heavy axe firmly in one hand.
Uthan stared at other half-orc for a minute, feeling saddened that his life had ended like this. And relieved that it wasn't him who had died. Still, he might have gear or information on him that might be useful later on. He knelt down to check.
No worries. I might be spotty Tuesday, as it's my birthday. I may be busy.
Uthan tilted his head slightly. "Really? I wonder why? You seem familiar with your weapons." He assumed it wasn't her size, as Amisi should prove. Perhaps she was the child she appeared. Still, it didn't matter too much. The concern was what to do with her. Sending her back didn't seem like an option - she might well pretend to do so while sneaing after them. Taking her back faced the same issue, and would simply delay them. It was tricky.
"Interesting. Thank you for the information about the mold." The Half-Orc Oracle murmured. He wasn't sure if the girl was a young human or an older Halfling or Gnome that simply resembled a human child, and wasn't really sure how to tell between the two. But she seemed to know how to use her weapons, she looked comfortable enough in that armour...and making fun of Nevi was always funny. He was inclined to treat her with respect regardless of her age. "May I ask why you decided to follow us, rather than asking to join us? And why you wished to come at all, of course?"
"Might as well," Uthan added, wiping his axe down. "I'd hate to get rusty swimming around."
Swinging and missing, Uthan growled slightly and re-aimed the heavy axe.
Shall I bother aiming that axeblow, since I'm pretty sure it was a miss?
Uthan pulled his heavy axe, making a note to wipe the last of the water off it with an oil clothe after what the noise above had been dealt with. He scanned the darkness with his dark-acclimed eyes, trying to spot whatever was making that noise above.
Uthan's mechanical arms once again gave him the boost he needed, allowing him to drag his way up and out of the water with reasonable ease despite a lack of technique. Once they had the chance to stop and rest he'd have to make sure they were OK - although the magic that allowed them to work seemed to keep them protected against rust, it never hurt to check. The chunky Oracle quickly pulled out the most important parts of his equipment, casting a quick eye over the rest of the pack to make sure none of it was water damaged. As he dressed he looked around, making sure he everything was OK.
Sighing slightly at Nevi's slip, Uthan replied, "I can't imagine many things smell pleasant when rotten." The Half-Orc eyed the water with slight concern. "I'm glad we have the spells," he added as he sat on a log and began to pull any superfluous clothes off. "I am not that good at swimming." He stashed his clothes in his backpack, double checking his supplies were well wrapped in wax paper before following.
"Of course, sir," Uthan said with a bow. The Half-Orc bowed, clockwork hand to metal chestplate, in reverence. "With the Blessings of the Whisper in Bronze we shall attempt to find and correct the problem so that proper order and research can be restored." Swinging his backpack up onto one shoulder, Uthan glanced at the others. "Everyone ready to get going?"
Uthan nodded and took his basic supplies, examining each to make sure it would work for him. And that it was of a suitable quality. Everything seemed fine, and he nodded and handed over the cash to the Guildmaster. He nodded to Jade as Oread headed out and rose to his feet as well. "Then I shall pick up the rest of what I need. In an hour." He trudged outside, paused for a moment, and then headed to the general store. He moved to the counter and nodded. "I was looking for a few less than common supplies," he announced, and proceeded to point out what he needed.
Yeah, one of my character quirks...I always spend a few points in Craft (Food). Mostly because I can really cook and I've tasted field rations.
So just to make sure I got it right, that's 27gp and 7sp for the thieve's tools, shaving kit and cooking kit, with another 9gp and 6sp to be spent buying the rest of Uthan's cooking provisions from the general store? On the plus side, well fed adventurers! Just don't expect to squeeze through small spaces after one of Uthan's meals...
Uthan nodded slightly. He reached out and signed before rocking back, thinking about the supplies he would need. "I could do with some more picks and such myself, my last set wore out two tombs back. A new shaving kit too. Also a basic cooking kit, since I doubt anyone else fancies uncooked rations. Speaking of which, let's grab 14 of the special Halfling rations, 8 packs of travel cake mix, four pounds of smoked or dried meat, a pound of cheese and half a pound of chocolate." He smiled sheepishloy at the others. "Sweet tooth. Plus a pound of allspice, cinnamon, cumin, oregano and rosemary. I'll stash most of it back home, but it's nice to have." Shopping List Cost: Total stuff at store value is 44 gp, 1sp
Thieve's Tools - 30gp Cooking Kit - 3gp Shaving Kit - 1gp 5sp Halfling rations - 1gp 4sp for 14 Travel Cake Mix - 8sp for 8 Meat - 2gp 4 sp for 4 lbs Cheese - 2sp for 1 lbs Chocolate - 5gp for 1/2 lbs Spices - 1gp per pound per spice
Uthan nodded, his heavily tattooed face breaking into a small smile at the story. "While sitting and drinking with some tales would be nice, I' afraid we're here on business. Madame Councilwoman Freddart asked that we visit the Adventurer's Guildmaster Truthseeker about a job to get our own master back. Khonnir went missing looking for the source of the torch and why it's turned off. Would you be able to help us with that one?"
Uthan nodded slightly to Jade. "Thank you, Councilwoman, we shall go there now." The Half-Orc bowed slightly and moved away. As soon as they were out of ear shot he murmured, "For now, for the boss, we'll keep going as she asks. I trust your instincts, though. If you think something if fishy we need to keep an eye out."
"I am sure we would have headed out anyway," Uthan added with ry twist to his mouth. "May I assume standard salvage rights on our part, or do you wish such rights, if we are in your service?"
"Yes," Uthan replied, resisting the urge to add to Nevi's concussion with a mechanically enhanced clip round the ear, "You certainly caused the explosion." Shaking his head slowly, he mentally added, And you can answer to Val for it. Sighing at his now soot covered clothes, Uthan gripped the machine and hauled it up, clockwork clicking and grinding as the enhanced arms struggled with the weight. "We'll chain this up in the forge, then I suggest a quick change of clothes before we go to see the Councilwoman. Jade, care to give me a hand with this?"
The Half-Orc rubbed the soot from his face with one hand. Note to self - mechanical lungs and filters. "Or maybe we could use something else to loosen the rust next time? Lubricants and acidic cleaning solution usually works, and has a much lower explosion chance." Uthan glanced over at the eye stalk hanging above them, trying to see if it was badly damaged by the blast.
Uthan rubbed his temple with the hand not holding his greataxe. Something felt...wrong. "Can we keep the wire intact? And does anyone else hear that kinda...buzzing noise? Except it's not quite a buzzing noise."
...so, to do awesome LARP I just need to find an old war ship? How interesting is it that I might actually be able to find one of those?
I have steam, and a few games on there, but I like to play with my wife, since she enjoys watching while she works. So that means console games. Plus my machine is out dated for any current games.
"Take it with us?" Uthan glanced at the disabled machine again. "We can store this one in the forge, chained up and down so even if something does let it reactivate it'll never break free, and if the eye stalk is the key to there activation taking one with us might be a good idea. Once we're done we can go visit the councilwoman."
I'm working now, which I wasn't last time we played. But I work nights at a hotel - I'm actually encouraged to be on a laptop roleplaying. So it's awesome. When I'm not at work I'm playing with the kids, on a console or both. And yes...there is a PS4. Also a PS1, PS2, PS3, X-box, X-box 360, SNES, N64, Wii, WiiU...I should have a MegaDrive and Atari 2600 somewhere, but I can't find them.
Nodding, Uthan lowered the axe. "Best if we can keep it whole...or as whole as it currently is. If we could divine the secrets to self repairing technology, we could start thinking of machines that could build themselves from seeds. Arms or legs grown onto people as needed, buildings that repaired there own damage...it would be amazing. Trust the boss to find a drone like that while looking for something else entirely."
Uthan nodded, "That makes sense." Looking over the construct, Uthan hefted the axe with a sigh. "As much as I hate to do it...if this thing has repaired once, we might want to cut it into smaller sections that can't repair themselves. Otherwise it might repeat the same trick." The Oracle hated the idea - a self repairing machine was fascinating! But it sounded like they wouldn't have time to study it and, as much as the idea of destroying the damage construct pained him, the idea of it hurting someone else because he didn't hurt more.
"Did the Torch go out before he went to investigate, or after?" Uthan had a worrying feeling if it was after, the boss had tripped something. Something that needed the power from the Torch and could bring this weird machine back into operation.
Uthan swore. Mechanical three legged spiders weren't quite common enough to be simply shrugged off. Moving fowards while trying to give Nevi and Amisi clear lines of fire, Uthan gripped the heavy axe in both hands and swung it in a ferocious over hand blow. Machines whirled and clockwork clicked as his enhanced arms added there power to the swing.
"In fairness," Uthan added while hoping Nevi's weapon blast hadn't broken anything or anyone important, "I don't think this is the first time something odd has come to life in this house, but it's usually our fault."
Uthan broke into a run behind. What in the infernal realms is going on in town today?" Unslinging the less advanced but fairly efficient greataxe with a whirl of gears and click of clockwork, the Oracle considered his spells. Perhaps one of them would be more suited to the situation...once he knew what the situation was.
"That...really does not bode especially well, does it?" Uthan Ironmind stared at the place where the brilliant torch should have been. Without it, he could see some of the details at the top that the blaze usually hid, the shape of the rim and the charred, blackened metal. It was...weird, like the sun rising purple. He shook his head and checked the heavy axe handle slung over his shoulder. His nerves were twanging in suspense and he wanted to be sure he had his weapon close to hand if things went wrong. The light sound of metal scrapping metal as his metallic fingers touched the weapon was also comforting. But it was worrying to hear a Cleric of Brigh suggesting it was an ill portent... "Yes, let's check in with the Boss. If anyone has any idea as to what's going on it should be him."
I am tempted by Bloodrager, but it would be at least four levels before I could go into Rage Prophet. With regular Barbarian I could qualify for it by second level. Still need to be at least 6th level, but... Well, I suppose it depends on just how fighty I want to be, and how much of my Spellcasting I wanna keep, given what Rage Oracle costs.
Yeah, that'll work as backstory for me. And I can probably tank it up a bit. Maybe take some levels in a Ragey class and go Rage Oracle?
Upgrade to a Culverin later. Nothing says 'cool' like carrying a small cannon. We just need a way for you to not get blown over... With a little work, toughness and some bits to boost Con I should be OK...ish. Or maybe find a way to run HP off Charisma without, y'know, dying.
If I'm honest I dunno much about the Technic League, so I suspect they use Common or Androffan. But yeah, we have three 3/4 BAB characters and one ranged. Fighting might be...exciting. Uthan can serve on the front lines at a pinch, though, since he will eventually be the Million GP Orc if he lives long enough. But yeah, it works for me if Nevi and Uthan met due to there half-race status.
Yay, I have Androffan. Go trait. From my point of view, I'd likely know/know of both Jade and Amisi. Jade as a fellow archaeologist (a;though I suspect Pathfinder archaeology would make my teeth itch) and Amisi as a fellow worshiper of Brigh, given she's a relatively minor Goddess. Nevi is the only one I'm not so sure of? |