Iron Gods FOC: Diamonds in the Rough (Inactive)

Game Master TheRiverOcean

A group of misfits bands together to investigate the mysterious disappearance of Torch's flame.


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Female Human (Kellid) Slayer (Vanguard) 3; HP 31/5 (1 Con damage); AC 17 T 13 FF 14; Fort +5; Ref +6 Will +2 (+4 vs fear/emotion); CMB +5; CMD 18; Per +6; Init +6; Spd 20ft.

Askra nods to Palomia, though frustrated she is beginning to calm down. She hears the kitty-girl talking to Khonnir's recumbent form, and turns to ask

"Whaddaya mean "makes you you"? Who is he if he isn't him?"


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Gwyndle steps into the room of bright lightning after a moment of hesitation. The raw energy surges through him.

Electricity Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 4, 4) = 19
Gwyndle feels the pain, but shakes off the rest. He moves to the coupling panel and changes the energy's trajectory. Overhead a female's voice can be heard in Androffan.

"Guld ta shyan, reco olpta."

Androffan:
"Energy has been redirected, containment integrity stabilizing."

Ladim uses the password from Khonnir, and reprogramming made easier with Gwyndle's help.
Eng Check 39 total

Ladim taps away and the terminal accepts the code. After a few security pop-ups the system complies.

"Losik kwah shyk unor recom faneot"

Androffan:
"Emergency Override accepted. Reactor cooling. Power diverted to exhaust."

All at once the loud churning and screeching in the room stops. The sirens also cease. The air seems to calm and the room goes quiet.

Khonnir squeezes his eyes shut, and manages to nod. Felicia injects him with the White Nanite Hypogun and immediately his writhing begins to soften. As the white nanites pulse though his veins he relaxes. Slowly his breath returns to normal and his eyes open. He raises his hands in the air slowly in front of Felicia, then drops his head in his hands and breathes a heavy sigh of relief.

"It's me. Really this time." Khonnir looks up, his face worn and heavy, yet hopeful, like a prisoner just released from his noose.

"Gwyndle, Ladim, you did it. Thank you. Thank all of you. Torch is safe now because of you."


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Palomia slowly exhales the breath that she hadn't even been aware that she was holding as the blaring alarms and other noise cease and the room goes quiet. She looks at Khonnir, who now seems more at ease, who claims to be himself once more...but is it the truth?

Sense Motive (Untrained): 1d20 ⇒ 9

Uncertain and pissed about it, she scowls and looks to the others for guidance. "You people know him better than I do, what do you think? Is he the real deal this time?"

Suddenly, something seems to occur to her and she quickly climbs to her feet. "Relas, you and the others watch him and make sure he doesn't try anything suspicious! We still need to get BoB back on his feet," she calls over her shoulder as she moves to her fallen companion and attempts to give him the last of the special healing pills.

Palo tends toward pessimism so she would totally be suspicious here, especially after watching her eidolon and most of the party get toasted by a surprise fireball!


CG Male Beast Eidolon 1 HP: 20/20 | AC: 18 | F: +8, R: +7, W: +6 | Perc: +4 | Stealth: +7 | Speed: 25 ft. | Senses: Dark Vision, Low-Light Vision, Scent 30 ft. (Imprecise) | Active Conditions:

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Perhaps Palo's general pessimism and distrust of people is rubbing off on him, as Relas finds himself unable to determine if the revived wizard is being truthful or not. As he is unsure of how to proceed, he nods in reply to Palo. "You got it! Maybe the others can tell more."

Wow, summoner-eidolon hivemind with those rolls haha.


Male Gnome

Gwyndle emerges from the electrical hallway a little singed, but in otherwise better condition than Khonnir's fireball had left him in. He couldn't make heads or tails of what the woman's voice was saying before, but it seemed rather apparent that they had done something right. For one thing, he could actually hear now. Seeing that Khonnir was conscious and (hopefully) no longer insane, he purses his lips and approaches him.

"You'll have to excuse us for being skeptical, Khonnir," the gnome says, crossing his arms. He felt relieved to see that the wizard was okay, but he was also furious, and more than a little confused. All of the ill will he had harbored toward Meyanda was just floating in his mind, with no place to go. "Palomia here says that it was 'Not Khonnir' that nearly burnt us all to a crisp in there. Seeing as nobody's dead, and that we apparently just saved a few thousand people, I guess I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. But I think you owe us all an explanation."


HP 24/24 | AC: 18 /T: 12 /FF: 16 | Perc. +4 | F: +6 / R: +2 /W: +3 | CMB +7 | CMD +18 | Speed 20 | Init. +2

No worries been reading along rooting for you guys :)


Female Human (Kellid) Slayer (Vanguard) 3; HP 31/5 (1 Con damage); AC 17 T 13 FF 14; Fort +5; Ref +6 Will +2 (+4 vs fear/emotion); CMB +5; CMD 18; Per +6; Init +6; Spd 20ft.

Astra puts Meyanda's body down.

"It's definitely him. Or he's him. Whatever. I can tell. When he's him, he's incredibly annoying. When he's not him he's annoying and shifty. Easy. And you all thought I was being paranoid. Well...I was. But it turns out I was also right. Doesn't it?" [here fixes Lucky Ladim a fierce and desperately meaningful look]

Her Kellid duty of having the last word with attitude and aplomb over, and completely bored by anything that might be said afterward, Askra saunters over to the nearest Collector robot and attempts to pull one of it's weapons off.

Str DC A bazillion: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10


Male Human Tattooed Sorcerer 3 | HP 26/26 | AC 12(20), T 12(20) FF 10(18) | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +3 | CMD 11 | Init +6 | Perception +1(With Familiar nearby)

Ladim punches the last line of code, and, after seeing the delightful message on the screen, groans appreciatively. "Ughhhh..." He then begins sprinting outside the reactor room, stopping next to Ladim and reaching behind his ear. Quickly disappointed, he looks around the ground before locating his cigarette under the console, sits next to it and lights it up. "Yes, darling, you were right.", he says, wiping a bit of sweat off his forehead. "It's bloody warm in here, isn't it?", he says, completely ignoring the whole identity issue with Khonnir for a brief moment. This tastes like engine oil..., he thinks, deep within his own Ladim-world, where nothing but Ladim and Ladim's cigarette exist, gazing into the distance.

After a break into reality, he starts speaking in his usual voice. "Alright, lovely people...", he pauses for a moment, looking at BoB, Daisy and Relas, before continuing regardless. "Strip this place for whatever we can use, and then go and get these pints Khonnir is going to buy. Oh, and sorry about your spell component pouch, buddy. I'll get you a new one.", he says, looking at the sad half-dissolved sack next to the wizard. "Get the boy up and running again, that should be a start. And, get the f&*$ out of the cunting radiation, please.", last lines directed towards everyone in the room.


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"Felicia and Ladim heard it too," Palomia calls from where she kneels next to BoB. "It was like someone or something else was in his body, like...like a parasite," she says, unable to come up with a better description. "Gwyndle is damn right that you owe us an explanation, but if Askra and Ladim say that you're really you now, then I guess I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

Standing up, she quickly gives the room a once over for anything that might look useful or valuable.

Perception (Anything Useful?): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

After a moment's pause, she seems to hit her limit with the day's shenanigans and simply throws up her hands. "F*** it, you two know more about what's valuable here than I do anyway," she points at Ladim and Gwyndle. "I'm getting out of this radiation thing. Come on BoB, let's go," she says, hurrying to move to the next chamber and dragging BoB along with her if she has to.


HP 8/11 | Panache 2/3 | =^._.^= Swashbuckler 1 AC/FF/T 18/14/14 | F+1 R+6 W-1 | Init +4 | Perc +3 +Scent

After a nod from some others, Felicia lets Khonnir stand, but she does not sheath her blade. "Tell us what could control you like that." she says. Her normally bubbly attitude is completely gone and her words seem like she has a specific point.

What Felicia was looking at coming soon. In other news, Wayfinder works again so I'm really back meow.

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Khonnir pushes some stray hairs out of his sweaty and soot smeared face. He looks Felicia in the eyes with an earnest look, then glances over at Palomia and the others.

"Nanites." He says simply. "Infinitely tiny robots and many of them. They cut off my mind's connection to my body with electric pulses."

Khonnir sighs and drops his head in his hand. He rubs his temples, and wipes away moisture building in his eyes.

Khonnir looks up at Ladim.
"Don't worry about the components, but Ladim, could I trouble you for a smoke?" Khonnir says, covering his cracking voice at the end by clearing his voice.

"I know you all have lots of questions. I'd be happy to answer any of them. However, I'm afraid your victory here may be a bit short lived. We need to talk, in private, back at my foundry. If you're all feeling well enough, we should make haste."

@Everyone Feel free to roll perception for loot, or take any other actions. After that I'll move us back to Torch and the Tavern!!

[ooc]@BoB the pills should bring you back up at this point.


Male Human Tattooed Sorcerer 3 | HP 26/26 | AC 12(20), T 12(20) FF 10(18) | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +3 | CMD 11 | Init +6 | Perception +1(With Familiar nearby)

Ladim, still sitting on the ground, takes the pouch of tobacco, and stares in the distance. Time to do something, buddy. The tattoo on his shoulder shimmers and a scorpion appears, grabbing the pouch and skittering towards the wizard. "Help youself, mate."

As soon as the wizard takes the pouch and starts talking about the short lived victory, Ladim tosses his fag butt at the non-smoking sign's direction and sighs. "You know, Khonnir, you may know a f+@&ton about magic and technology, but your timing is utter shite. We could've went back to Torch, got proper pished, and when everyone's happy, then given the bad news. We can't even enjoy the time until the new now, because we know they are coming. As the Absalom kids say, Not cool, brotha." He continues looking around for useful stuff, and when the scorpion is back from his delivery mission, rolls another cigarette and lights it up. "Let's move when we're all up and dandy, alright?"


Male Gnome

Nanomachines, son.

"The nanites, of course. I should have known," Gwyndle says, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his fingers. Never before had heard something that explained so much, and yet so little.

"I'm gonna take a quick look around before we hightail it out of here. If I ever seen another star ship thing in my life, it will be too soon."

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18


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"Wait, after all we've been through, you mean there's still a problem?" Palomia calls through the open doors. "It has something to do with whatever those nanite-things talked about, doesn't it? 'Iron Gods'?"

She sighs, too weary for her usual angry theatrics. "Ladim is right - you, sir, have the worst sense of timing I've ever seen."


CG Male Beast Eidolon 1 HP: 20/20 | AC: 18 | F: +8, R: +7, W: +6 | Perc: +4 | Stealth: +7 | Speed: 25 ft. | Senses: Dark Vision, Low-Light Vision, Scent 30 ft. (Imprecise) | Active Conditions:

"It'll be okay Palo," Relas rumbles reassuringly. "For now, let's just take whatever we can find that might be useful or valuable and get back to Torch. We can talk about all this other stuff once everyone has had a rest, right?"

Though unfamiliar with tech, Relas helps the others to scan the area, looking for things that might be useful in some manner.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Palomia technically rolled her Peception check a few posts ago and basically saw nothing. Both her and Relas are ready to go once everyone else is and once we determine if we've found any loot or not hehe.


Female Human (Kellid) Slayer (Vanguard) 3; HP 31/5 (1 Con damage); AC 17 T 13 FF 14; Fort +5; Ref +6 Will +2 (+4 vs fear/emotion); CMB +5; CMD 18; Per +6; Init +6; Spd 20ft.

Askra decides she cannot pull the Collector apart and characteristically gives up, and again totes Meyanda on her shoulder (now decreasing back to regular size) as her "loot".


Male Human

What about Daisy? Can I play him?


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After looking around and checking Meyanda, together the party finds some valuables.

loot:

White nanite hypogunTG (4 charges);
chain shirt,
mwk spiked gauntlet,
+1 inferno pistol,
nanite canisters TG (2),
white access card TG,
bedroll,
cold-weather outfit,
flint and steel,
mwk backpack,
rations (5 days),
traveler’s outfit,
waterskin,
winter blanket,
11 silverdisks,
262 gp

Gravity Clip - 5 charges
Magboots - 4 charges
2 Arc grenades

Most everyone can influence DAisy, Diplomacy DC 10 for non-dangerous actons, DC15 to have it attack. After the check feel free to post actions for it =)

Khonnir slowly rises, his head sunken. He sighs out smoke and nods slowly.
"Apologies," He looks around, "all of you. You've already done so much. I agree Gwyndle, lets make our way out of this place. I'll explain on the way."

The party travels through the now quiet and darkened corridors, meeting up with Jean and Fijit. Eventually though the false desert and rooms with flickering lights.

"I'm sorry to involve you all in this after what you've done for us, after what you've done for me personally. Believe me when I say I wouldn't involve you any further if I felt I had the choice."

Khonnir pauses after exiting the starship hatch to the cave near the lake of Torch. He takes out a small flask from his jacket, eyes it, takes a heavy drink, then throws it off to the side.

He looks back at Ladim, and down to Gwyndle. He furrows his brow looking back at Askra.

"Unity is building an Extinction Wave Device."


Female Human (Kellid) Slayer (Vanguard) 3; HP 31/5 (1 Con damage); AC 17 T 13 FF 14; Fort +5; Ref +6 Will +2 (+4 vs fear/emotion); CMB +5; CMD 18; Per +6; Init +6; Spd 20ft.

"Peachy. How is that different from the Gods bickering in the heavens or plague or an infestation of halflings? Someone somewhere is always on a mission to wipe someone else out. Let me guess -you want us to stop this Iron God, to save ourselves if no-one else. Well sure, that's actually not the worst motivation. But let me ask you this. Beyond saving our own skins, What's. Actually. In. It. For. Us?"

Askra looks around at the others in the group.

"No. Come on. I'm sick to death of him. [eyes Khonnir darkly] We came down here to save you. Your own daughter nearly died. Plenty of others did die. 'Shara got sick. Kaad died. To save you. And. You. Tried. To. Kill. Us. All. Talk about extinction waves. You are one."

The Kellid spits on the ground, and dumps Meyanda for a moment.

"I'm sick of this s*&t. Give me the gauntlet. And the spitter if no-one else wants it. And the gruh-nayds."

Just ignore Askra, she's letting off years of steam. And let me know if anyone else wants the inferno pistol - I'm not even sure Askra can use it, but as a trained killer she eyes weapons with lust, especially exotic, tek-a-nojikal ones.


HP 24/24 | AC: 18 /T: 12 /FF: 16 | Perc. +4 | F: +6 / R: +2 /W: +3 | CMB +7 | CMD +18 | Speed 20 | Init. +2

"System back online."

BoB stands.

"BoB is damaged. Will need time for nanites to repair. Fleshling Khonnir attack. Why did it do this?"

BoB walks over to the other curious as to what is going on.

Not sure what HP and stuff I'm at. Won't worry about it for now.


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Male Human Tattooed Sorcerer 3 | HP 26/26 | AC 12(20), T 12(20) FF 10(18) | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +3 | CMD 11 | Init +6 | Perception +1(With Familiar nearby)

Ladim laughs out loud when he hears about the halfling infestation. "I thought the correct term to refer to that is a plague of halflings, to be fair." Ladim sighs and stands up, beginning to walk as well, stuffing whatever he can in his pockets. "I should probably put my shirt on now, unless you all want to look at me a bit more.", grinning at the party. On the way there, he's unusually quiet, mostly being alone with his thoughts. "If none of you mind, I'll take the pistol. I don't think none of you knows how to use it," And neither do I, but I'm a quick learner., "And when I run out of juice, it's nice to have something rather that tiny globs of acid. I hate acid. So unprofessional.", he says as soon as they begin to split the loot.

Turning to Daisy, he says to the others, "I think Daisy has to look after his people now, and he's done what we asked for. Ah, bloody hell." Ladim begins gesturing at the vegepygmy, waving at him as if telling him to be free, and extending his hand, before noticing the vicious claws on Daisy's hands and patting him slowly on the shoulder, smiling. "Alright, you green menace, you're free to go now. See you around, and keep your lads safe." He then stops for a second and produces a small bit of parchment from his satchel. He then begins writing, using the nearest wall as a cover.

The carrier of the following, a vegepygmy, known to sentient species as 'Daisy', and his entourage,
is hereby allowed to remain on the grounds and the surrounding areas of Torch as one, whose heroic acts and actions have been instrumental in the defence and safety of its inhabitants.
If any harm was to come to him, it would be as assaulting a member of Torch, and the guilty party is to be given the appropriate punishment.

This document carries the authority of one Khonnir Baine, guaranteeing the protection of the carrier.

Turning towards the wizard, Ladim hands him the parchment and his quill and says, "Khonnir, sign here please. I'm not really taking any objections at this point. I'm damn good at Legalese.", before handing the paper over to Daisy, and beginning to wave around his arms, trying to indicate that the note in his hands makes Daisy one of them, and he should look after it. "That's it, mate. Nice knowing you, even though my ribs still hurt. See you soon."

Ladim then takes his non-magical shirt and hands it over to the vegepygmy, gesturing for it to put it on. "That's from me, big lad. Do be careful, that's Kyonin silks you're wearing."

As soon as Daisy's on his way, he sighs and begins replying to Askra. "I liked the bloke. Nice one, didn't say very much." Trotting along, he continues, "You see, darling, you're looking at it too philosophically. I know someone somewhere's always trying to wipe someone out, but when I'm one of the parties in question, I'd make sure I was the one doing the wiping. Also, take this as given, after these life-saving, world-preserving mission, nobody ever checks your pockets. Let alone, unless you're in some really weird puritan place, you always get a boozer with free drinks at every corner of the world.", he says, buttoning up his magical shirt on half-way. "So, as much as I'd prefer to spend about a month on a sweet beach with some gorgeous Shoanti birds, we got a job to do. That's for afterwards."

Hearing BoB asking his question, Ladim's voice turns softer and he walks next to the android for a while. "You see, son, you know nanites, right? Well, our buddy Khonnir here had some in himself, making him do nasty stuff like sending fireballs at us and filling his flask with water instead of beer. He's a bit better now, because we fixed him, but your pal Askra is still pissed off at him. Just let her vent out for a bit, and she'll be... functioning as normal." He then begins taking lead, walking towards Torch, making small talk as he does so, before muttering in a jolly tone, "Alright, everyone, I suggest we head to Khonnir's place, get some grub down the gobber, grab a pint or seven and talk about this Extinction Wave Device and its effect on poor little bastards like ourselves."


HP 24/24 | AC: 18 /T: 12 /FF: 16 | Perc. +4 | F: +6 / R: +2 /W: +3 | CMB +7 | CMD +18 | Speed 20 | Init. +2

BoB shrugs at the explanation.

"BoB detects Khonnir as fleshling. Not machine. Nanites are machines that repair and work in BoB. BoB can use system to have Nanite form different skin overlays. Can Khonnir do this? Does Khonnir still have nanites?"


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Palomia nods in agreement as Ladim scribbles a note for Daisy to hang on to. "Yeah, he agreed to help us in the reactor room but it wouldn't be fair to ask him to come along beyond that, as much as some of you seem to have grown attached to him. Might also want to warn people that him and his friends are down here though, to avoid trouble."

When Askra goes on her rant, the summoner finds herself nodding with understanding if not completely agreement. "Gods help me, but as much as Askra is right, Ladim is too," she groans. "As much as I'd like to just go on my merry way now, I'd also like to continue living! We're going to need a lot more information if you want us to be of help here, Khonnir."

As talk turns to the nature of nanites and Khonnir's unusual behavior in the eys of BoB, Palomia can't help but chime in as well. "I think the 'nanites' are gone now," she responds as they walk. "This contraption seemed to get rid of them, somehow," she adds, holding up the white nanite hypogun. "Even though I don't know much about these things compared to Ladim or Gwyndle, it sounds like these 'nanites' acted as a parasite to Khonnir...they hijacked his body somehow." She shrugs. "Maybe there are good and bad types of these nanite things? Yours must be good if they help repair you."


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"Unity. You mean Not-Khonnir, right?" Gwyndle asks rhetorically, compiling all of the details in his little skull. It was a miracle that it wasn't exploding right now. "I don't know exactly what the hell an Extinction Wave Device is, but the word 'extinction' certainly doesn't sound friendly. But we can talk more about that once I've had a drink and eaten something that isn't a damn ration."


HP 24/24 | AC: 18 /T: 12 /FF: 16 | Perc. +4 | F: +6 / R: +2 /W: +3 | CMB +7 | CMD +18 | Speed 20 | Init. +2

"Computing all data gained. BoB thinks extinction wave device would kill all biological organisms in an area. This includes fleshlings. Is this bad?"


Male Human Tattooed Sorcerer 3 | HP 26/26 | AC 12(20), T 12(20) FF 10(18) | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +3 | CMD 11 | Init +6 | Perception +1(With Familiar nearby)

Ladim chuckles sadly at BoB's response. "Well, it depends if you're an android deemed of world domination, mate. If us meddlesome fleshlings are gone, it'd be quite easier for you to take over the world, isn't it? I'd agree on it being bad, though, as Gwyndle said, the wise little bastard he is, it's only to be talked about after lunch, dinner, second dinner and drinks inbetween." Why do people always try to think about the bloody thing they're doing all the time? It's all about mentality. If you don't rest, you don't get to be at top performance.

The sorcerer grins and turns towards the others. "Right then, lads. Fancy talking about who you are and where you're from? I'd start, but you probably heard a lot of blather from this handsome lad. Palo, I can literally hear that you're from Sevenarches, and I knew a bloke from there, a cleric, that had to leg out quickly, due to Outsider-related incidents. Tell me more about where you two have been? Seems like you travelled a lot."

No more work talk until tomorrow., he thinks, eyeing the others for seditious conversations.


Female Human (Kellid) Slayer (Vanguard) 3; HP 31/5 (1 Con damage); AC 17 T 13 FF 14; Fort +5; Ref +6 Will +2 (+4 vs fear/emotion); CMB +5; CMD 18; Per +6; Init +6; Spd 20ft.

To BoB

"BoB, no that would not be bad. A proper clen up is warranted. Just make sure your flesh, whatever you have, isn't there when the Nan-knights ride before the Wave."

To Ladim

Askra looks dully at the effervescent sorceror, and then shrugs.

" I am from here. You talk too much."

With that Askra moves to point, now struggling somewhat with the burden of Meyanda's body.


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Palomia blinks, momentarily caught off-guard by the sudden shift in the conversation to more conventional topics. "Well..." she says slowly, "we have, but really not as far as you might think. We've only been as far south as Galt and as far west as Ustalav - don't travel there if you can help it by the way, full of nothing but superstitious cowards," she grumbles. "We've also been to Brevoy, Mendev, and of course Numeria."

She ceases speaking for a moment and then seems to suddenly remember that an important facet of making conversation is to actually try to engage the other person. "What about you? You talk as though you've seen your fair share of life, but it can't be all wine, women, and song can it?"

As Askra replies to BoB's question, the summoner turns and gives the Kellid woman a nonplussed look. "Wait...what?"


Male Human Tattooed Sorcerer 3 | HP 26/26 | AC 12(20), T 12(20) FF 10(18) | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +3 | CMD 11 | Init +6 | Perception +1(With Familiar nearby)

Thank...someone... Ladim smiles at Palomia. "Ha! Galt. Well spoken, the only thing these lads can do proper is cheese, and that's because they leave it to mold!" He chuckles. "I've done plenty of things, that's true. I like Numeria, been here for about six or seven years. Worked as a respectable businessman, helped outfit the Crusade up in Mendev. Damn League are trying to bleed the folks dry, leave them hungry, weaponless and everything against the f$%#ing demons. Our lads there need all the help we can get, I've been sending some of the stuff from here, grenades, some of those healing nanites. I was a caravan guard for a while as well. Nobody expects this lad to blow their sorry arses apart. But as a whole, I'm mostly transporting perfectly legal and not-at-all technological equipment for the lads in Mendev."

Ladim then smiles again, "As for the wine, women and song, it's never all those. Mostly because I can't sing and prefer beer." He stops for dramatic effect, then continues, "I'm usually busy pretty much all the time. Running from the guards this day, explaining crusaders how to use a grenade the next, and so on. It's just that whenever the job's finished, I just go for a cold one, and if I'm lucky, a hot one. Speaking of which, I even saw Mendev's queen once, on a rally. Ooft. I wish all birds her age looked like her, eh." He suddently becomes a lot more serious. "It's this, love, that if you got a mission, a lot of folks drive themselves crazy, even when there's nothing they can do about it. Seen it quite often up there. Blokes breaking their teeth in their sleep out of stress, making stupid mistakes they didn't do even in their first day, on and on."

Ladim sighs and keeps going. "Look at me ranting. What I meant is, that there's a time and place for everything. Like a wise bloke I knew once said, if you want to go fast, you go alone. If you want to go far, you go together. Too many people burn themselves out."

Ladim rolls himself a cigarette quickly and keeps going, grin on his face. "Look at your Uncle Ladim being wise and all. I suggest we talk about tits for a while, to ease the tension. Relas, mate, are there any females like you? I always wondered how non-humanoids know how something of their species is attractive.", tossing a devilish look at Palomia.


HP 8/11 | Panache 2/3 | =^._.^= Swashbuckler 1 AC/FF/T 18/14/14 | F+1 R+6 W-1 | Init +4 | Perc +3 +Scent

As the group walks away from the reactor room, Felicia turns back momentarily. Several sharp sounds are heard, followed by the breaking of glass and whoosh of fluid. Felicia walks back to the group holding the body that had been preserved in an autopsy chamber nearby. It was a female of similar makeup to her. She kneels in the elevator and turns off the collar before whispering something akin to last rights in her native tongue, which to a trained ear sounds like an ancient dialect of catfolk.

Later, she has this to add to the exposition. "Extinction wave... I've heard that before... innocently, it's a terraforming device used to wipe out simple life on a planet or continent and start over. But with some upgrades it could be used to wipe out an intelligent planet. There was a big debate when this ship came to my home, but... I can't remember much... just flashes."

When the conversation lightens thanks to Ladim, Felicia tries to remember her homeworld. "We were what you might call a fallen race. I'm not so good with history, but something happened that was killing us, so we had to splice our genes to survive. My memories are still pretty jacked up, but I remember that most of our world was made up of ruins of an advanced civilization that looked more like many of you."


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"That's...actually pretty noble of you," Palomia replies, sounding impressed. "In my experience, most people want nothing to do with the Mendev or the Crusade, including myself. I always figured it best to leave fighting demons to those suited for it - which I'm not. Until someone talked me into visiting Torch, I was just an interpreter for the merchant caravans. That and occasionally a guard, since most people with any sense tend to think twice about causing trouble with anything that looks like Relas," she finishes with a bit of a smirk.

"And I don't expect you'll need to worry about burning out anytime soon. You're likely stuck with the lot of us," she says with a shake of her head. "I'll never hear the end of it from Relas if I decide to pack up and move on without hearing what else Khonnir has to tell us," she groans.

As talk turns to attractive members of the opposite sex, Palomia reddens when Ladim throws her a look. "Don't make me declare you a bad influence," she splutters. "That last thing I need is for you to corrupt my companion - one of him is plenty, I don't need him pestering me to find him a ladyfriend. Next thing I know you'll have him with a smoke hanging out of his mouth!"

Eager for a change in topic, she latches on to Felicia's mention of her home and people, though she didn't understand all of the words that the catgirl used. "Okay, I can follow you to a point, but what do you mean by 'splice your genes'? You need to put these things in terms that we great unwashed," she indicates herself, Relas, and Askra, "can understand!"


CG Male Beast Eidolon 1 HP: 20/20 | AC: 18 | F: +8, R: +7, W: +6 | Perc: +4 | Stealth: +7 | Speed: 25 ft. | Senses: Dark Vision, Low-Light Vision, Scent 30 ft. (Imprecise) | Active Conditions:

"You know, that's a good question," Relas pipes up in reply to Ladim. "I'm not sure, because I don't know that I've ever met one. On my home plane, we just...are, it seems. And I've definitely not met any here on the Material Plane...although Palo and I have heard stories about pairs similar to us. If we meet any, you'll be the first to know!"

"Oh and Palo?" he adds, looking up at the summoner. "Of course I wouldn't let you back out of this thing now! What would happen to Askra and the others without our help?" Noting the flushed look on Palo's face, he offers what might be a grin. "And I don't know, I think I'd look spiffy with a smoke in my mouth. It would certainly give people something to talk about!"


Male Gnome

"Wonderful," Gwyndle remarks when BoB and Felicia more or less confirm his suspicions. Not that they needed to be confirmed in the first place. He knew they were just being helpful, but knowing that somebody was building a doomsday device somewhere was not a comforting thought. "Just wonderful."

He sighs, letting the matter rest for now. The truth was, what Felicia said about her memories was what bothered him more. There was a still a big, gaping hole in his own memory that he needed addressed. All he knew was that somehow, he had been used. Twice, apparently.

"You guys are lucky, being as worldly as you are," the gnome pips abruptly, the conversation piquing his interest, "I've been stuck in Numeria for all my life. Don't know why I never left. Probably would've been easier to find work elsewhere..."


HP 8/11 | Panache 2/3 | =^._.^= Swashbuckler 1 AC/FF/T 18/14/14 | F+1 R+6 W-1 | Init +4 | Perc +3 +Scent

"Oh, erm... You see I don't really know either... I just know that before we did, we looked more like you, but after, well now we have some differences." Felicia indicates her tail and ears.

She shoots a dirty look between Relas and Ladim at the mention of smokes. "Don't you dare, Relas. Those things smell vile and make it so I can't smell anything around us. I'm already to the point of cramming them down the throats of these two. "


HP 24/24 | AC: 18 /T: 12 /FF: 16 | Perc. +4 | F: +6 / R: +2 /W: +3 | CMB +7 | CMD +18 | Speed 20 | Init. +2

BoB follows behind taking in all the conversation and computing the data.

"BoB must return to Dolga. BoB has provided aid. Dolga requested me to return with you."

Making an assumption here.


HP 8/11 | Panache 2/3 | =^._.^= Swashbuckler 1 AC/FF/T 18/14/14 | F+1 R+6 W-1 | Init +4 | Perc +3 +Scent

hey guys, with TRO busy, let's just make it back to the bar and have a little RP time. TRO can correct any story flaws later :) what says you all?


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Sounds good to me! I'm currently in another game where the DM is on vacation for two weeks and we're all just essentially running around town and RPing to kill time hehe.

"Thank you," Palomia nods to Felicia. "We traveled with a fellow who always had one of those things clamped between his teeth; I thought I'd never get the smell out of my things after he moved on...oh!" she gasps, a smile breaking across her features. "There's the cavern exit! Come on, we're almost out of this hole!"

She then picks up her pace, hurrying towards blessed freedom from the underground and the scent of fresh air.


HP 8/11 | Panache 2/3 | =^._.^= Swashbuckler 1 AC/FF/T 18/14/14 | F+1 R+6 W-1 | Init +4 | Perc +3 +Scent

Not as strong as she is fast, Felicia struggles to keep up while carrying the other body. "Don't worry, I'll send you off properly soon." she whispers.


Male Human Tattooed Sorcerer 3 | HP 26/26 | AC 12(20), T 12(20) FF 10(18) | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +3 | CMD 11 | Init +6 | Perception +1(With Familiar nearby)

"Me? A bad influence? That is preposterous, madam, simply preposterous!", says Ladim in a horrifyingly over-acted, noble Taldan accent. "That's a bit hostile, isn't it, darling?", turns Ladim to the catlady. Sheltering his eyes from the sun, he then stretches his arms and continues, "Right. So, does anybody want to tell me what's new in Torch? Bar the beacon shutting down, half the people disappearing and one incredibly handsome young scallywag appearing in town?"


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Palomia attempts to keep a straight face and fails as Ladim slips on the facade of an indignant nobleman. "Riiiight," she snickers. "I'm sure that your heart and mind are as pure as the driven snow! Nice accent by the way - spent any time as an actor by chance?"

As the group finally emerges from the tunnels into the light of day, she shrugs in response to Ladim's question. "Hells if I know. Relas and I are the new folks in town, remember? Hey, wait..." she continues, Ladim's words suddenly reminding her of something. "Dolga and Khonnir and Val all talked about lots of people heading down into the tunnels to figure out what happened to the flame, but we never did find anyone except for Gwyndle, Khonnir himself, and Parda's body. What happened to the rest of them? We didn't see any other bodies, did we?"


Male Gnome

"I can't even remember their faces, let alone their names," Gwyndle admits grimly, averting his gaze. "Maybe their bodies got eaten, or vaporized, or... or..." The gnome lets out a sigh, once again feeling down. Somehow, he did not feel like much of a hero. "Honestly I don't even know who killed them at this point. For all I know Khon- er, I mean Unity did them in once Meyanda showed up. And even if Meyanda were responsible, well, she was apparently the good guy all along, so..." Gwyndle gestures to simulate his mind exploding, sending a small shower of harmless sparks flying out of his hair.

Depressed as he seems, reaching the surface seems to do wonders for the gnome. He sucks in a lungful of fresh air, something he had apparently gone weeks without. "Ooh, wow! I needed that."


Male Human Tattooed Sorcerer 3 | HP 26/26 | AC 12(20), T 12(20) FF 10(18) | Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +3 | CMD 11 | Init +6 | Perception +1(With Familiar nearby)

Looking upwards at the sun, Ladim smiles and sighs. "Oh, sun. I'll bloody hate you tomorrow, when my mouth is dry and my head feel like the Mana Wastes." "Ha! On the job, I'm an actor every single day, darling.", mentions Ladim to Palo. "I even have names for the routines, when you need to talk to someone. When you need to escape the authorities, you are the 'Merchant in Trouble'. Find a gang of heavy armed, yet diverse lads, like our party just now, and pretend someone tried to ask for a bribe, or assaulted you, or turned over your cabbage cart or whatever, and ask for their assistance. Nine times out of ten, it works. Especially if you tell them what you've been wrongly accused of. Drop them a sum of money afterward, some pocket change, then say you need to leave town because you don't feel safe any more."

Ladim then continues to explain the tricks of the trade. "Another thing I've pulled, when I'm escorting somebody that's not from around these parts, be it someone running around, is to pretend to be a foreign dignitary.", he turns his nose in the air and begins speaking in a fairly convincing Galtian accent. "Ze monsieur has no reason to be disturbed by zuch meagre thinks as 'toll collections'. I vill give you ze small sum of 50 gold cockatiels, and ve vill be on our vay. Cenk you vey, vey much." He grins, then continues. "Gets better if you turn to the other person and begin speaking slowly, quietly, and incredibly nervously, in a foreign accent. I was reciting a manual for a door in Androffan last time, and we were pretending to be Osiriani. Normal guards will take the money and shut their faces, they get paid less than that in a year, and sergeants and such don't want to risk an accident. Anyone higher is rarely out on patrol, and if they are, you know."

The lesson continues, "Problem is bandits. Can't drop them money, and if there's more than, say, 6 or 7, they aren't terribly bothered by a mage." He grins, having another tale in his pocket. "So, this one time I was on a decently sized caravan, going to Lastwall. Had about a dozen guards on my side, and we get swarmed by maybe twice as many bandits. Luckily, the lad on my side was a magus of sorts. So I say to the bloke, follow my lead, and everyone else, shut your gobbers. I stand up, completely ignore the bandit leader and say to everyone on the caravan paying attention.", stopping for dramatic effect, stopping and taking a pose as if a commander to his troops. "Alright, people, remember what that Pathfinder bloke said. Take the bat shit in your hand, concentrate real hard, and lob the fireball, don't throw the fireball. Started channeling that blue stuff, and I'm telling you, darling, I swear they were outrunning the horses!" Sadly, I couldn't bullshit out of every situation...

Hearing about the missing people, Ladim mutters, "We can hope that they got lost and will come back now that things are back to normal. Or that some of them did while we were gone and were in the boozer at all times."

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