The Earth Blessing should protect you, both from the world and any planar attributes.
Devlyn nods in thanks, then looks at the others.
"Alright. Let's see if Lady Luck is with us this time," he says and mutters a quick prayer to Tymora."Let's go get Lynora back."
Through the portal we go (I guess).
The winds kick up outside the Clubhouse and the form of an invisible dwarf can be seen in the dust. It walks around Warforged Jack's tent gesturing. The tent begins to fold into itself, and forms into WJ's travelling pack. The form hoists the pack and straps it on. He walks to the Clubhouse entry and places a rosewood box at the entrance, in the area still warded by the Emperor's Hallow spell. He raises his hand in farewell and walks down the road, the pack disappearing from sight as well as the dwarf.
The box is addressed to Poetry. Inside is a finely crafted adamantium rapier with a beautifully sculpted crossguard and red gem set in the pommel, and a rolled scroll.
If you are reading this it means that I have fallen, and 'Prentis is now the new Forgemaster. Hopefully I have succeeded in my quest to undo the harm my hands caused so many years ago. You see, it was my craftsmanship that forged the weapon used by the Fallen One. We Warforged are connected to our creations. That is why I began to craft only holy weapons afterwards.
My master allowed me to feel youth once more, in order to have the strength to fight against evil and undo my shame. And earn my own name. If I failed, then please know that I am proud to know such honorable heroes.
I did not forget your request. My last commission.
Please accept this blade. I have used the last of my adamantium stores to make it. It is a +4 adm. holy rapier of ghost touch. The gem will allow you to cast Brilliant Blade thrice a day. Once you bypass the armor your skill should do the rest. Use it well, or I may have to come back and kick your butt.
Name the blade as you will. Names give power.
Warforged
(gods willing, Warforged Jack)
Poetry lifts the blade from the box and admires it's beauty. Reading the note, she wipes a tear from her eye. "I will call it Warforged," she says.
E7 watches the dwarf clean up his forge area and decides that there are a few matters to attend to himself. He draws the vines from the main room of the Clubhouse into himself, pulling the body of Lyn's mother in with them. He breathes a sigh of relief when the body passes thru the Hallow and does not burn.
He moves away. A rosebush in full bloom appears where he was standing. The colors on the bush are staggering, made more so by the number of different ones. Where regular bushes are limited to one color, or a mixture, this bush has separate blooms of red, white, and yellow. Each bloom seems to provide its own soft light.
The Witch Hunter General's Flunkie scuttles into the alternate Jack's Clubhouse, takes out a portable hole, and begins to lay out the parts of Acme which he retrieved from the Record Room, whilst those Jacks who are out and about watch stunned and silent at this. When he is done he scowls at the Jacks.
What happened to your fraternal oath, Jacks, 'No Jack left behind?' Against my better judgement, I have brought him here, 'home' nonetheless, since I think it was what my friend Acme would have wanted. I leave it to his robotic soul and to karma to judge or have mercy that it was a non-Jack that had to perform this service for Acme.
The Flunkie gathers up his portable hole and scuttles off again, out of the clubhouse, not looking back.
Malice Jack wanders through the clubhouse and notices the junked pieces of Acme
Oh crap! It's Acme's CPU!
Gathers up the materials and heads to Warforged Jack's old workspace
Man where'd I put his manual?
Later there is the sound of massive clanging
A few hours ago...
It is a slow, dull night at the clubhouse. Suddenly, Joe flies out from the basement.
"Free!" He shouts, and blasts the door apart. He flies out, into the night.