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Svetlanka - Nexus' Northwall I stare out at the featureless tower for what feels like the millionth time, every nerve in my body jangles with tension. It's the storm. I jump with every thundering crash, every blinding flash reminds me of the home I've lost. An unending storm that heralded the coming of the Chort (Demon) armies of undead. I look down as I hear a soft grinding squeal, My right hand, in its holy gauntlet, has involuntarily become a fist. I look to the others, a motley group, but decent enough folks. I nod a greeting to Pyotr before turning to address the entire group. My words are halting and jerky as I work my way clumsily through a language I'm not altogether comfortable with. "Good day, Ve are all here for za explorink, Da? To get money? No need for speech then, ve are packed? Ve go!" With that I take one last second to make sure the straps on my pack are tight, I grip my walking staff in my left hand, and I turn to the gate's threshold.
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Nameless Golem - Nexus' North Wall The golem stares out at the expanse silently, watching the lightning crack through the haze of the storm. The light in its eyes flickers slowly back and forth between each flash. He could not remember the last time he had seen lightning; but then again, there were many things that he could not remember. Like what the tattered banner on his back meant. Where he came from. Why he survived. Svetlanka speaks. Her voice is full of passion and and belief that her path is Correct. She was kind to the metal man, and for that he was grateful. Many of the townsfolk were pleasant, but it did not extend past that. When the work was done, so was the interaction. Back to the junkyard. Back to solitude. There was something more about Svetlanka and the motley group of adventurers that compelled the golem to come along on this journey. Something that will need doing. Something that will need protecting. The golem shifts to face Svetlanka, water coursing through the holes in his body as he does. .:.It is as you say.:. pre:Playbook: The Golem Name: *construction sounds* Look: Single Eye (Alternates between right and left, whenever they’re working.), Bulky Body, Falling apart, Armored. An 11-foot tall bipedal construct, rusted with age. It was clearly built for battle, as the remaining armor plating makes plainly obvious. Now there are patchy holes in its skin, showing joints, cables, and other assorted glowing bits. Its hands look like they could pop a man's head like an overripe melon. Stats: Str 16 (+2 Dex 8 (-1) Con 13 (+1) Int 12 (+0) Wis 15 (+1) Cha 9 (+0) HP: 23/23 Armor: 2 Damage: d8 Drive: Quest for Identity - Where did my commanding officers go? Where did I come from? And what am I going to do now that I'm all alone? Composition: Solid You are made of something solid, like iron, stone, or crystal. Your body is incredibly difficult to harm, giving you Armor 2. Force stat: +STR Gear: Your Load is 7 + STR = 23 You start with almost nothing. A personal keepsake you hold dear (0 weight) - A tattered battle standard. Partly visible through the grime is an image of a tower on a field of vertical blue and white stripes (well, they used to be). It is large enough to wear as a sash or small cape. Bonds: Fill in the name of one of your companions in at least one: Arcturus helped make me who I am today. I care deeply about Karash. Green Intern fucked around with this message at 16:47 on Jul 21, 2014 |
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Sagacious Leung Storms are typically viewed as a symbol of change. The wind that blows down all walls. The rain that washes the slate clean. You do not need to be a sage to know this. But to take a possibly prophetic vision and reexamine it in light of the greatest storm she has seen in her time here, that is a task fit for a sage. A good sage can find a billion portents in this. Perhaps it is a warning, an attempt to draw her away from the chaos to come. Perhaps it is drawing her deeper into the mysteries she will find in the tower. Perhaps there is simply something awakening, and all she can do is withstand whatever it will one day throw at her. Yes, a good sage can find all of that. A great sage knows to admit that she can't make an accurate prediction with what she knows. And so Leung keeps on walking down the road and watches the lightning carve a path through the sky. Or at least, she will until she reaches the city gate. Her companions wouldn't appreciate it if Leung started without them, after all. "I am here to see what there is to see, priest. The money is simply a fringe benefit." Leung steps past Svetlanka and leans against the city wall, a faint smile on her lips.
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Tazaret - Nexus' North Wall Tazaret tried to relax, but it was hard. Once, weather was something that happened to other people. Now it was just everyday life. Cold, wet, everyday life. She wondered when clouds and rain would stop making her tense. Weather was bad enough even without doubtlessly prophetic nightmares. The situation wasn't totally unfamiliar though. Waiting on your superiors, it seemed, was the same everywhere. An observer might notice that the raindrops around Tazaret never hit the ground, instead disappearing a foot or so above her head. Despite standing in the middle of a torrential storm, she's bone dry. Never let it be said she isn't petty. The mage nods. She'd known officers who could blather for hours and say less than what their fearless leader had in a few sentences. 'At least,' Tazaret thought, 'she doesn't waste time.' “Yes ma'am.”
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Stormcrow Pyotr The mark is starting to burn. Pyotr reaches up to touch his shoulder for a moment, staring up at the clouds. Not close enough, not big enough...not yet. It will be, probably. But not yet. There have been bigger. He can remember them. Sometimes good memories. Sometimes not. He returns Svetlanka's nod, looking back at the others. "I'm ready." He has very little with him - a small sack tied to his belt, and nothing more. Pyotr already knows that you have to travfel light. He turns to stare back up at the sky for a moment, letting the rain hit his face. He nods once up at the storm. "Storm's a good sign."
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Avadin Arteka - Nexus' North Wall Tick Tock Looking out over the stormy landscape from beneath the gate's arch, Avadin chuckles to herself at Leung's comment. Well said. Knowledge's value far exceeded that of what they were being paid, and was more interesting besides. Reaching into her cloak, she pulls out what looks like a large, somewhat irregular, metallic egg. Bringing it up to her face, she whispers to it, and two dots of light appear on it as it unfurls, revealing a head, legs, and wings. The mechanical bird then takes flight, heading north ahead of the group. After sending the automaton away, she turns to look back at the group, eyes two spots of light in the storm. "Very well, let us proceed." Sending Ava's clockwork bird out to scout ahead.
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Alexander Alexander stares sullenly out at the Tower in the distance, any fine features obscured by the sheets of rain. He was always a fan of rain growing up, as the damp helped his breathing, and made reading his books that much cozier. No one ever said how depressing the idea of rain without a dry place to sleep truly is, he thinks bitterly. Of course, he has his robes to shield him from the worst of the weather, unlike a certain other. He glances down to his bag, a faint glow emanating from within. Codeine is peeking out slightly, unable to fly properly in the rain. She emanates a faint chime as she looks up to him, asking a question. "Don't worry, Cody",he says reassuringly,"This is for the greater good, remember?" He begins moving towards the gate, taking care to put himself between Codeine and the scary lady with the giant fist.
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Karash, Last Of The Lost and Home  "Gaskets are holding," says Karash. Home's external speakers add a slight, disturbing mechanical buzz. His words sound harsh, distorted. "So I'm good to go whenever." He thinks to when the gaskets didn't hold, and 2 gallons of water accumulated in his boots. That was pleasant. They didn't even get to the payment part before Karash said yes. Penance. "I've got weapons loaded. What are we waiting for?" pre:Mad Eyes, Jumpsuit, Burnt Skin, Lanky Body STR: +0 (9) DEX: +1 (13) CON: +1 (15) INT: +2 (17) WIS: +0 (11) CHA: -1 (8) Drive: Saving the Day Dive into danger to protect someone or something important. Home When you wear your Mechanical Suit, you have 1 Armor, and can use the suit as a weapon with a range of Close. When you Hack & Slash in your suit, roll +INT instead of +STR. Full Arsenal: Close. When you attack with this weapon, choose a tag to add to it: Hand, Reach, +1 damage, Forceful, Messy, or Stun. Jumper: Jump incredible heights, and take no damage from controlled falls. Shields: When you Defend in your suit, gain 1 additional hold, even on a 6-. Hold Together When you would take damage while you are in your suit, you may negate that damage by marking Stress on your suit. When your suit takes Stress, mark one of the following: Damaged: Your Movement Methods are disabled. The suit can still walk normally. Disabled: Your Advanced Systems are disabled. Their bonuses do not apply. Disarmed: Your Primary Weapons are disabled. The suit itself can still be used as a Close weapon. When you Make Camp, you may unmark one stress to your suit. When every box is marked, your suit is completely destroyed, and it will take a week to rebuild. Let Me See That When you take a few moments to handle or examine something interesting, ask the GM two of the following questions. The GM must answer truthfully. What does this do? Who made this? What’s wrong with this, and how might I fix it? What has been done most recently with this, or to this? Engineering and Mechanics Your suit is loaded with redundant systems, and it can take a beating. Add this mark to the Hold Together move: Dinged: You take no penalty for marking this. Load: 19 You start with dungeon rations (5 uses, 1 weight), your mechanical suit (8 weight, 0 weight while worn), a repair kit (6 uses, slow, 1 weight), and a wrench (hand, 1 weight). Bag of books (5 uses, 2 weight) Bandages (3 uses, slow, 0 weight)
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Svetlanka - Leaving Nexus I look over the group once more, my eyes lingering on the strangely familiar man with the dangerous light. No matter. I whisper a quick Prayer of Protection, asking Torthanc for guidance and benevolence. I hold my right hand to my heart, as a bright, warm, glow momentarily flares out from between the gauntlet's fingers and symbols. "In the name of Allfather Torthanc, shining fist of Justice, the Warrior-God, the bringer of Law. Amin."
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Nameless Golem - Leaving Nexus Svetlanka's prayer means nothing to him, but he knows it is time to work. The golem moves to stand next to Karash, kicking up mud as he plods along the soaked ground. The two metal forms make for an imposing presence together. .:.Assuming standard marching order. For your own protection, remain behind this unit. Comrade Karash, are your systems operating at peak efficiency today?.:. Green Intern fucked around with this message at 13:44 on Jul 15, 2014 |
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Sagacious Leung Prayers, prayers, prayers. It's always prayers with these people. Everyone in this world just feels the need to declare their spirituality to the heavens, as if the heavens truly cared. Spirituality is a matter of the self, and it should be kept to the self whenever possible. "Don't ask me, Karash. I'm not the reason we're waiting."
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Arcturus Arcturus stands terrified under an awning just a bit away from the party, trying his best not to let his boots get wet in the sloshy mud. Not because of the lightning - oh no, that's a joyous blessing from the heavens! - but because of the water. So, so much water. "I'm ready, except, you know..." he yells out over the din of the rain. "Oh, why didn't I pack an umbrella..." He's ready to go when the others are, but he's not gonna like it.
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Nameless Golem .:.This unit is glad that you are running smoothly, Comrade Karash, despite the current weather.:. The golem moves to follow the mechanic, but stops as Arcturus speaks. .:.Comrade Arcturus. Would you like to walk under this unit's banner? It is no trouble to provide modest shelter from the storm.:. The golem swivels his arms and clasps the hanging edges of the banner on his back; Then he pulls the whole thing out flat behind him. Room for a couple of people under the impromptu tarp, if they don't mind being friendly with one another and the occasional drip.
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Arcturus Arcturus hops under the banner and braces himself...and nothing happens. "This is perfect! Thank you!" He swivels and dramatically points toward the desert. "Let's be off, then!"
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Svetlanka - Leaving Nexus I look back at the strange guy, I shake my head and snort softly at his fussiness over rain of all things, but I am heartened at the actions of the junk golem, acting more human than many humans I've met in my travels. I tuck my hair further underneath my hood, pulling it forward to keep the raindrops from my eyes. "Now, Ve are beink careful, Deserts do not have such vater as this storm, ve must be vigilant for dangers. Like Quicksand." I call back over a shoulder. Wishing we'd been able to recruit a guide for this area.
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Alexander The rainsoaked summoner looks over at the makeshift tarp hopefully. "Arcturus, I hate to be a bother, but could I ask a favor of you?" Alexander begins opening his bag. "I'm fine with this weather, but Codeine hates being cooped up. Is there any chance she could perch on your shoulder while we travel? The two of use would really appreciate it." He plasters a cheesy, hopeful grin on his face.
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One of the guards atop the gates waves at the lot of you as you walk past with a shout, "More work eh?!" You all know him -- and his companion -- well, Frank and Andy. Good guys and fantastic sentries. The one waving of course is Andy, Frank's prudent. Yes, prudent and bold. Another three lights lance from the sky above into the deserts ahead of you, followed by a much much larger light that seems to slam into the absolute depths of the desert like a meteor. It's not often big things get drawn to this continent, a bit odd but not too odd.
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Nameless Golem The golem moves along slowly, so as to ensure his "passenger" is kept dry. The summoner, Alexander, makes his request and receives his answer: .:.Your spirit may take shelter, but we should not delay any longer. Our mission awaits.:. The lights crash down from the heavens. The golem's expression does not change, but then his face was not designed that way. More arrivals, if the flashes were any evidence. He could not recall his own. These new lights were likely not of much consequence. People came and went. That was how things worked.
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Avadin Arteka Tock Tock Ava walks after the others, waving back to the guards as they leave. She almost moves to take shelter under the golem, before it even offers, but decides against standing under a giant lightning rod in the middle of a storm. She can deal with a little rain. When the lightning falls again, directly ahead of them, she is no longer in the midst of the group. Instead, she is many yards ahead, running. While Pyotr will still likely reach the lightning first with his flight, in an instant she's put significant distance between her and the rest of the group. She wants to see what has arrived here on Scolus, and how it reacts to its arrival. Spending 1-Tick to Time Skip ahead of the group and arrive at the lightning quickly.
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I like harbinger lights, I'll use that to refer to them from now on. Avadin Arteka's clockwork bird and Pyotr reach the closest one first only to be taken aback. In the lightly glowing depression lay a young man -- in his 20s roughly -- unconscious and wounded. The smell of rusted batteries is so thick in the air you can practically taste the bitterness of the acid. The rest reach the scene in short order. The further harbinger lights are too far into the desert to reach in one day, however in the direction of the biggest is a thick cloud of black smoke vomiting into the sky. Tazaret has had enough experience to know that harbinger lights often bring groups when they're fighting and spread them apart across the landscape and he's definitely hurt. Is he a victim? Or something worse. Either way the glow around him reminds her of stars in the world she originally came from, something rather impossible considering the circumstances of her arrival. PixelScum fucked around with this message at 02:55 on Jul 19, 2014 |
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Svetlanka - Unwelcome Visions I cry out as something goes wrong in my prayer. The light flashes beneath my gauntlet-ed hand unbearably bright, and I see a vision of nameless, horrible things and another world, for just a split second before the divine energy surges back through me, throwing me back a dozen feet. I lay on the wet ground, stunned and staring up into the rain. I taste acid and blood. After a moment I regain my feet. I walk back to the wounded man, undeterred, I shoulder my way through my companions to get back at him, determination sets a cast upon my features that only Pyotr has likely seen before (since he and I have been working together the longest) as if the problem were a physical thing, and I were about to kick its rear end. I kneel once more, paying no heed to the mud staining my white tabard, I place the gauntlet upon the man's chest once more. And this I begin my prayer again, but I pray harder. This simple healing mantra has taken on notes of an Exorcism. 'The power of Torthanc compels you, rear end in a top hat.' the thought makes my mouth quirk in a grim smirk as I work. C'mon Torthanc, please answer your faithful... Second verse same as the first: Divine Ward +WIS: 2d6+2 11 Heal 1d8 damage: 2 An approaching enemy (The huge worm thing, or other spiritual response from this incident whatever fits best)is driven back. This time the familiar warm glow suffuses the chest of the man, his breathing eases and his wounds that I can see begin to slowly knit themselves together, not perfectly, but better than before. The light of Torthanc lifts the pall of oppressive Doom that had been weighing me down the last few moments. I sit back on my heels, looking down at the man and catching my breath. "Is good now, Da?" I ask breathlessly and look around at the others.
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TazaretLurks With Wolves posted:"I hope you have something that could put a roof over his head. I certainly don't." "I think I might, at that." Tazaret makes a quick open-sesame gesture with her hands. Fold Space: 2d6+2 10 The sky above the young man twists, while an identically sized patch in the distance suddenly starts pouring twice as much rain. The star mage dusts her hands off, satisfied with her portal-brella. "Not much of a shelter wall-wise, but he'll be dry." She turns her attention to Svetlana. "Is it safe to move him ma'am? If the other two arrivals are in the same condition we'll need to get there quickly."
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