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177882 No. 177882 ID: d1210a

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AS OUR INTREPID MURDER MACHINE TURNED CONQUEROR MORDRE MAKES IT'S WAY BACK TO KYOGROCK ARCANOWORKS, DASTARDLY EVENTS AND MACHINATIONS UNFOLD ELSEWHERE. LET'S TAKE A LOOK, SHALL WE?

.................................................................PERSPECTIVE SHIFT.................................................................

In a place where the physical is immaterial and nothing is to be seen, voices speak.

>"So, after all the comments about how deplorable my losing an apprentice and cats-paw army both were, you end up trumping me, by losing TWO apprentices and TWO armies.... Oh, and you lost access to two outposts, and all the materials within. Now, who is it that needs to spend more time preparing and monitoring their minions?"
"I admit I did not take your warnings to heart, and this is my reward for that over-confidence. Now, can we move past your incessant need to delight in my every error? This is clearly a larger issue than we had surmised."
>"Oh, so now you agree that we need to deal with this, rather than brushing my earlier warnings off? My, how magnanimous of you, to become concerned only when your own holdings are threatened."
"Enough Eisenhardt. You heard Dulu's report the same as I."
>"...True enough. ...Speaking of Dulu, what are you going to do with his Soul?"
"He has been a loyal servant to us both since we hired him, and his hate for his killer has added some rather interesting tones and gradients to the complexity of his Soul. In fact, I think I might-"
>"How many times must I tell you I have no interest in Soul Magic? The abridged version, if you can manage that, I have no interest in being a student to you."
"...Suffice to say, I have plans for him. But beyond that.... who is this 'Mordre'? I have never heard of a mage by that name, nor has anyone I contacted in the Mortal Coil."
>"You know as well as I they do not know everything."
"Yes, but a mage that found a Soul Grave, devised a means to control it without his presence being required.... oh, and did I mention, Dulu reported that the Soul Grave is now capable of crafting short lived constructs forged of Soulfire."
>"...Did you confirm his report? The golem had far less advanced enchantments when it slew my apprentice."
"...Eisenhardt...."
>"..Of course you verified it. Well, we already knew that this was a threat we had to deal with, so how does this change anything?"
"We need to re-prioritize. Until we deal with this mage, this 'Mordre,' I suspect we shall continue to suffer setbacks. Or do you disagree?"
>"....Heh...heheh... HAH! Oh, count me in, I find myself in possession of a great deal of frustration, and I would rather enjoy the chance to work off some stress.... on a metal foe mayhap? But how do you plan to find the mage himself? The Soul Grave is not the only resource at his disposal."
"Let's say that Dulu had a rather interesting revelation, and that once he is corporeal again, he has every confidence he can track down this obstacle to it's source."
>"Always with the secrets.... so, the Soul Grave itself is mine to deal with, then?"
"....As you wish, but do try to leave it relatively intact, you-"
>"Yes, yes, I know how valuable a Soul Grave is, I shall try to not break it TOO badly.... Well.... this should be fun."


.................................................................PERSPECTIVE SHIFT: MORDRE.................................................................


[DAY 80]

The journey back to Kyogrock Arcanoworks is uneventful, a thankful change of pace, and most of the journey is spent running the Premen through more language drills to put them ever closer to becoming bilingual as we march. We reach Berluut with several hours of light left, and continue onwards to the north, picking up our pace, to reach the Arcanoworks a little less than an hour after the sun sets. Spying our return, the gates are thrown open by the militia.... with Ugrokk and Jojo both waiting to welcome us back within the well-lit interior of the Arcanoworks, torches now cut and fitted into the previously empty slots for them about the area, providing ample light even at night.

While Jojo looks fatigued, Ugrokk is quite the opposite, his color much improved and no longer favoring his wounded side. I also note the leathers he wears under his breastplate have been repaired, with only the warped metal of his cuirass to leave evidence he was ever wounded. Oggroth immediately begins babbling to the two of them with a second hand tale of my struggle against Dulu, Balboa and the rebels, and of the glory and spoils alike I gained. While Ugrokk seems to share Oggroth the Mountain's sentiments in being regretful he missed such an exchange, Jojo seems more curious about the corpse I carry. I explain my desire to restore the skin to wholeness, and Balboa's body drifts out of my hand, floating alongside Jojo as he wanders off, muttering that he'll see what he can do.

I approach the central tower of the Arcanoworks, and carefully place the rest of my spoils upon the ground neatly. As Arkus becomes visible making his way down the stares to meet me, I appraise what I brought:

-A warped Skyfall cannon with intact runes
-Dulu's morphic staff
-15 Blood-Togas
-1 Blood-Cloak
-14 runed swords
-1 heavily runed cleaver with lightning engravings
-~70 pounds of Blood Iron
-Balboa's backpack (unsearched)
-Six hand-cannons (All 108 functional hand-cannons now in your possession)

As the Premen continue to banter outside the tower, Arkus makes his way to my side, carefully stepping around Moss Withermane, the newly titled wood creature that has been following me, to make a report.

"Right, well, I think I have a pretty solid grasp of what kind of texts are where in this tower, so I should be able to finally answer whether we have something on 'subject x' or whatnot.... ah, and so far, I've been able to figure out the locations of two leyline junctions not too far from here, where World Motes would be likely to appear. There's one almost straight north, about two days distant, and one that looks to be about a half day south of Trekel ....Oh hey, what’s all this stuff?"

"The spoils of war. I desire their workings to be deciphered."

"Uh, sure thing... which thing do you want me to look at first? I mean, if I try to experiment with all of this, it could take a whole lot longer to have results, so if there is a particular item or two you really want to know about right now, let me know so I can prioritize them."

Before I can respond, Derkin pushes past the Premen outside the tower, and makes his own report, after warily stepping wide about Moss, who promptly starts to follow him with it's tongue of roots hanging out of it's beak. As Derkin continues to walk away from Moss, he speaks.

"...Okay, so I've been looking through the militia like you asked, seeking other... creative, I guess, individuals who could be part of a.... 'problem solving' group... what did you call them, special operations or summat? Anyway, surprise surprise, Ulzrick is looking like the best candidate by a fair margin, even if his stamina is currently shit., I can’t fault that bugger’s mind, a right crafty one, him... though there are two others, a woman named Ellorika, and a guy named Vespinto who both look promising, just not AS promising.... other than that, no one has yet seemed all that remarkable. Anyway, I've been giving them some lessons in leadership, a couple bouts of more advanced sparring, all that, and they seem to be doing well. So.... what do you want me to do with them, just keep teaching them how to lead and fight better?"


Now that I am back within the walls of my home, I once more find myself with a plethora of events to manage.... and with the State warmage Densly having warned me that representatives of the Azelhaedran State will come not just to Trepany, but also to the Arcanoworks to 'assess us', as he phrased it, I imagine I should firmly iron out what tasks are most important to see undertaken, if I want to ensure their completion before the inevitable arrival of said State representatives.


Which of my spoils from the recent fight should I have Arkus look at first (refer to list of spoils in this post)?
What questions should I ask Derkin about the three special ops candidates, and what should I suggest for their training?
Beyond that, what else should I do?
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No. 177896 ID: 2aaaf1

>>177882
Have Arkus inspect the cloak and togas first, then the skyfall cannon. We must personally be present when Dulu's staff is examined, it may be booby trapped. The staff reverted naturally, but we never activated any of the runes, it's still a possiblity that the weapon could kill or wound the first fleshling to touch it. Come to think of it, we should test ALL the weapons we have in our possession first in a controlled environment so no unnecessary injuries are sustained. As for Derkin's candidates, train them all. We absolutely need more people that can hold their own on the battlefield and lead others.
As for the world motes, those will have to wait until we've settled everything else. Search Balboa's pack quickly, once we discern the value of the items within, we must make haste towards Trepany. We need to have a talk with Keddic right now, because if he isn't willing to cooperate with the state military, they are most likely going to purge the everliving fuck out of us.
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No. 177903 ID: 58ec1e

give Arkus the blood togas and the cannon to study.

let him pick which of the two to start with.

the togas because they seem usefull and there are enough that we dont need to worry about loseing one or two.

the cannon because Arkus seems to have luck with runes and there is not much else we can do with it.

for the three elite milita i think we should have them focus on leadership, fighting and a bit of magic if we can mannage it.

at the moment the milita are borrowed from the republic, they seem fairly loyal to us and some may permantly join us but they are not our army. we need to either permantly recruit them (bad idea, will piss off republic and at best we would probaly only get half) or we need to start recruiting our own cannon fodder.

i think the best source of new nroops would be the refugees at the village we helped fortafy. we or one of our men should go recruiting.

also dont forget to send word of the nearby possibly hostile (to the rebublic) state forces to sir Keddik
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No. 177904 ID: 275a5d

>>177896
"Figure out how to replicate the garments and cannonry if you can, as we already know something of their functions:

The clothing, when infused with blood, reflects all damage done back upon an attacker, at the cost of it's sanguine fuel with each attack.

The cannon, seems to infuse its shots with a magic that summons lighting to strike it mid-flight, annihilating the ordnance and spraying the area with molten metal.
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No. 177912 ID: d3dfb8

>>177882
See if you can find a State flag lying around somewhere. We might want to fly their flag for when the representative comes around
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No. 177917 ID: a594b9

First, let's search that backpack. Second, DULU's staff. Third, the Skyfall cannon.

Hey, let's repair Ugrokk's cuirass better. If he takes it off it should be easier.

Also, we should make our way off to get Moss fed, then find that... place he went to.
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No. 177941 ID: 8276a0

Arkus should look at the cannon first. He's a World Mage and seems to have a Nack for Runes, not blood magic.
Next, we lok through the backpack. Sort out thes tuff in that.
Next, talk to Jojo about his magic and if he can handle the Blood Cloak and Togas.

Talk to Derkin and see what has passed while we've been out kicking ass, and relate what has been happening.

Mentally check up on when the premen we sent out back to their home should be back.

Travel back to the republic with most of our army, to tell Sir Harksburton about our wonderful fight and, sadly, the spot inspection.

Develop break dancing, line dancing,and the twist.

Construct roads, if no roads are avaiable to connect the few villiages we've saved.

Visit the villages we've saved.

Train the shit out ofour special forces.
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No. 177947 ID: 445c48

Eat dat blood iron if you haven't.
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No. 177962 ID: 62781c

Didn't we have a body to ship off to Kyorto? Does Arkus need to preserve it?
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No. 178021 ID: 903f16

- Arkus should study the canon first. It's effects seem incredibly powerful and could give our cannon an extra punch to it, which we will need in light of recent news from the perspective shift. He should then work on Dulu's staff, though every precaution should be taken beforehand to make sure it won't harm anyone. Arkus is slowly becoming very skilled at working with runes and giving him more to practice and tinker with could never hurt.

- Advance all three of the candidates to special operations training. Focus their training on small unit leadership, stealth and infiltration, and general rogue skills.

- Consider using the blood iron to craft the Modre totems that we could use as communication between our cities and villages.

- Examine Balboa's bag of tricks to get a general idea of what he had in there. Leave them with Arkus for further study afterwards.

- Have the men organize the Arcanoworks to prepare for the states arrival. Make sure things look orderly and organized. Perhaps run them through some drills, we want them to know we have everything under control.

- Run to the Republic and give the news of the inspection that will take place.
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No. 178028 ID: 8276a0

>>177962
Do try and keep up. We sent that back already with two premen runners to check up on Mordreden and to bring back a shaman and a maker to build up Mordreden stronger and smarter.
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No. 178032 ID: 427807

Lets get arkus cracking on the blood iron first, to identify how it is different from normal iron.
Have him tackle the runes on the cannon next. See if we can implement them onto our form somehow.
Actually, before that, have arkus encase the body of balboa in crystal, as was done with verther.
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No. 178049 ID: c27a15

I like the idea of roads of 177941. It wouldn't hurt to develop a engineer unit for those purposes. Might ask Arkus if there's any books on civil works sort of magic.
Also I like the idea of 178021 for building a permanent army.
Also I second the idea of 177896 of having Arkus inspect the togas, the runes on the staff and cannons, and think that all care should be taken in the search of the staff and the backpack.
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No. 178058 ID: 62781c

>>178028
Upon review, we gave it to Jojo to try and restore; I'd missed that line. I wasn't talking about the corpse from way back, but rather the one that we just acquired and therefore would logically need to be dealt with.

We will need to ship it off and probably preserve it, but not until after Jojo is finished. We probably have enough rubies that sealing it in another one won't be a problem, so no need to worry about decay if Jojo can fix it successfully.

Speaking of Jojo and our special operations guys, I believe that we were attempting to teach Ulzrick a bit of magic and that, according to his statblock, he could learn Jojo's tricks. Perhaps we could consider teaching our special operations types a bit of the Premen tongue? That would make our deployment of them significantly more flexible in the future and might allow Ulzrick to start picking up Jojo's healing abilities eventually.
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No. 178078 ID: 445c48

Search the backpack, probably focus on that, then the cannons, then the togas, then the staff
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No. 178129 ID: d1210a

>>177892
>>177903
>>177904
>>178078
First, I address Arkus.

"Figure out how to replicate the garments and cannon if you can, As we already know something of their functions, which could help: The clothing, when infused with blood, which I noted to never drip, Reflects all damage done back upon an attacker in the same manner, Such as a swordsmen getting cut when he attacks with a sword. This reflection is at the cost of it's sanguine fuel with each attack, Until such time it runs dry, and it's protective effect ends."

Arkus is already scribbling furiously as I speak, and I give him a moment to catch up before continuing.

"The cannon, called a Skyfall cannon, seems to infuse its shots with a magic, Which then summons lighting to strike the cannonball upon it impacting a target, Annihilating the ordnance and spraying the area with molten metal. I also note that I was unable to apply Magnetomancy to the shots, So I assume them to be warded in some manner. In any event, those are to be your primary concerns for the moment, Thought feel free to choose which one to work on first yourself."

"...Ah... ah-huh.... right got it. ...What, my choice? Uh, I guess the cannon, the... Skyfall, right? Yeah, it's a bit warped, but the runes don't look damaged, I should be able to work with this..."

>>177917
>>177941
>>178021
>>178049
While Arkus continues muttering, I take a moment to inspect the contents of Balboa's bag. ...Inside, I find thirteen copies of the short wand I saw him brandish at my Inferno Golem, the one that could bend the air around it. Each one is topped with a small sapphire, precisely cut. Besides the wands, there are two wooden cases, one much smaller than the other. The larger of the two cases contains two rows of wire-bound flasks filled with a dull orange fluid.... these look identical to the healing potion I saw Dulu use before. There are nineteen in all. The second, smaller box, however, refuses to open despite it's lack of a clasp, and I put if back down before I risk breaking it and the contents inside.

As I rise, I address Derkin.

"I want you to intensify their training, For all three of the candidates you mentioned. Add to their curriculum lessons on stealth, Subterfuge, sabotage, and infiltration. I want them not only to be capable leaders, But also able to go wherever I need them."

"Right, got it. Shouldn't be too hard to learn them on most o' that, as I do have just a bit of experience with those fields, heh.... right, I'll get goin'."

Next, I address several of the militia peeking into the room in the hopes of getting an earful of news, who rather swiftly snap to attention as I turn to them. At least some of my prior lesson has sunk in, then.

"I want Kyogrock Arcanoworks to be neat, Clean, orderly, and as presentable as possible. Some representatives from the State shall come. If that gets finished before their arrival, I want roads, Causeways that could expedite travel about the land. I have no expectation of the task being finished swiftly, But for now, those are your two primary focuses, Outside of patrol duty and daily sparring."

While some of the militia look a bit overwhelmed at being put in a leadership role, others have no issue, and round up the less assertive members of their groups as they salute and set off, already shouting to gain the attention of the other militia-members. Well, I imagine that shall keep the militia quite occupied for the immediate future.

I return to the outside of the tower, and tell the Premen that they shall be participating in every sparring session the militia undertake in addition to their own nightly bouts. At first they seem reluctant, but Oggroth jostles them into it, saying this is their chance to prove the might of Premen, a sentiment which quickly bolsters the spirits of the doubters. I start to ask Ugrokk for his armor, thinking to repair it, but I recall that I can only achieve such success at molding metal with my own form, and as such would have no way to fix Ugrokk's suit. That, plus the fact that I have no blacksmiths, means that for now, Ugrokk must wait.... though the metal was rather cleverly folded back in place and partly resealed, sturdier than most patch jobs thanks to the thickness of the armor.

With all my followers given tasks, I set out on my own mission, Moss bounding alongside me as I exit the grounds of Kyogrock Arcanoworks once more, building up speed as I direct my Magnetomancy inward. I speed across the landscape southward, running without pause throughout the night.

[DAY 81]

I reach Shellik in the very early morning, before dawn, but several villagers are already awake, plucking eggs from the treetops. When they spot me, they quickly rouse the entire village, and after giving them time to assemble, I speak.

"For what it is worth, I caught those responsible, For what happened in Berluut.... they were made to pay. I hope that knowledge can bring some measure of peace."


I find the village willing to throw a feast in my honor, so happy are they to, as they put it, 'have a proper mage about' once more, but I beg off, and divert them with a request for some spare metal 'to fuel my golem' as I realize I brought no supplies with me. They thankfully provide me with several objects of assorted personal value, ranging from rake heads to pots and pans to the odd family heirloom, all iron or steel. I select the highest carbon content items amongst the less personal belongings, sparing a third generation steel sword, several other well made personal belongings that seem of clear emotional value offered while claiming some tool heads and a pot and pan each I consume the goods swiftly, and thank them for the materials before setting off, leaving with mention that the State may be coming back to these parts in the near future, another thought they seem elated to receive. The village practically cheers as I wave goodbye, and the few people who had been eying Moss askance at my side no longer seem to bear any mistrust. It was wise to stop here, but now I must continue.

The sun rises several hours later, Moss and I both still running without rest, my companion having no issue keeping up with me, the stone buried in it's chest fiercely glowing through it's skin of root and bark. Periodically Moss runs ahead of me, and begins to prance back and forth, as if urging me to go faster. Surprising, considering before it had some trouble keeping up with my maximum speed. ...Well, it did grow larger when out of my sight, perhaps it really did find World Motes or one of those root spirals or whatever else Moss might feel inclined to eat, and gained more.... capability, from it, I suppose. I do admit, Moss does seem more intelligent now than it had been when I first found it. An interesting possibility.

Some time shy of dusk, I spot Trepany through the foliage, and less than an hour later I arrive at it's gates, the setting sun at my back. The gates open without the need for my intervention, as several of the citizens deferentially greet me upon my arrival. I respond politely, if a bit brusquely, as I question them on where Keddic is. They point me in his direction, and shortly I turn a corner in the densely packed village to find him being assaulted by a dozen or so militia members, all desperately trying to topple a laughing Keddic that stands as firmly as a tree. Sir Keddic Harksburton the 4th spots my arrival, and turns to walk towards me, those still clinging to him dragged along as they are unable to stop him.

"MORDRE, good to see you old chap! I trust things are well? Oh, what a fascinating creature you have there, pray tell what is it?"


What should I say or do?
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No. 178138 ID: 903f16

>>178129
Inform him of the impending arrival of the state of course. Be very careful to mention that we didn't mention he was here or anything about the town other than slipping up and calling it a republic in front of the state officials. We did not intend to cause him any difficulties. You can lead up to all of this by telling him the tale of how we killed Balboa and displaced Dulu's soul of course, if you think that would help.
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No. 178151 ID: b14128

Greet him, and ask him in an amused tone if you're interupting anything as you look over the militia he's dragging along behind him. Sheepishly admit your ignorance as to what the creature is. Explain that you recently encountered and befriended it in the wilderness during your travels, that it's followed you like a puppy ever since, and that you've given it the name of Moss.

After that, it's time to get down to business; Inform him of what's happened since you last met (Which I believe was a little before we decided to track down the gunman), finishing up with how the State is reclaiming its territory. From there... I'm not really sure, it'd probably be best to see his reaction before making further decisions on what to say, but I -expect- and -hope- that he'll take well to the news that peace and order will be formally restored.
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No. 178153 ID: 8276a0

Get the Ham Writer's to relate how amazing bdass our killing was! And all the combat we've seen since we last saw our badass friend!

Then, wetell themthe state is coming...and maybe we could get in a punch up with him? Maybe?
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No. 178157 ID: e31d52

"I'm not quite sure myself! I found him, and my, what a liking he has towards this golem!Almost like a loyal hound! I have some bad news though..." Relate the slaughtered town. "I was able to find the bastard what did it, and I have something... special planned for his skin. Criminal bodies are the best test subjects, eh?" laugh wryly. "Managed to really hurt my other foe, though, even if he got away." Shrug. "Oh, I met the State! Though they are highly suspicious of me, I trust I can count on your good word, my friend?"

Sit down somewhere, relate the tale. I'll let someone else tell the tale of Mordre and the Long Day of Smashing.
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No. 178163 ID: 6d4f74

>>178157
This, but somebody HAM it up more. HAM and CHEESE!
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No. 178180 ID: 275a5d

"To be more precise, I fear I have made an error in a judgment.

You see, in pursuing and bringing these individuals to their just rewards, I was forced to...well, wipe out the insurgents over in that outpost with all the lightning that is...well, WAS...falling around it.

It just so happens that in doing so, I aided a rather sizable State Military force that was sieging the area.

Well, as you can imagine, they had quite a few questions for me, not least of which is what I was doing in the area with a Soul Grave of all things.

To shorten the last bits, one thing lead to the other and I accidentally referred to Droba as the Republic of Trepany. Simple slip of the tongue, really, I'm rather absentminded after these sorts of heavy battle-"

[YOUNG WOMAN'S VOICE]
"Oh, is that what they're calling senility these days?"
[/YOUNG WOMAN'S VOICE]

"NOT NOW, ILLIA!

...Yes, well, it seems like the State has got it into their silly little heads that a simple name change requires a checkup to ensure theres no fomenting of dissent. I thought I should offer what aid I can to the town and yourself, Keddic.

Oh, they'll be sending someone to my facility, as well. To "Figure out what to do about me." Really, these officials have no manners."
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No. 178183 ID: 275a5d

Also...I don't think Moss found a new source of food.

He's been hanging around us for days and we haven't seen him eat a thing since.

I suspect the Stone leaking World Magic that we gave him is...well, STILL leaking World Magic.

It would explain his reaction to our earlier query of if he found a food source, that is, his nodding then shaking of his head: He didn't find a new one, the old one he found earlier is still feeding him.
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No. 178191 ID: 6d4f74

>>178183
That's my thought too. I'm just worried about naming him... words are VERY powerful in the magic world and being a being of magic, I am sure things like names have a profound effect of personality etc.
Hope everything works out well.
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No. 178192 ID: 8276a0

>>178157
>>178180
Combine these two - first one is nice, and the second is delicious ham and cheese we must eat it.

Now, can someone -please- write up how much of a badass we've been and be all hammy about it?
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No. 178198 ID: 275a5d

>>178192
I thought about it, but it's hard to be hammy about how awesome you are without a descriptive foil to shoot you down.

I'm trying to build up the maid personality a bit.

It's fun.
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No. 178204 ID: 8276a0

>>178198
We have a Maid and a Cat. We can -clearly- have them try to shoot us down, and it can get into a Ham-match of yelling with otu maid before we remember that, oh yeah, our amazingly badass bro is listening too.
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No. 178257 ID: 856b48

What IS Moss anyway? It seems to be some sort of natural predator that eats rogue world magic motes and beings.

"Indeed *fascinating* is a good word to describe little Moss here. I found Moss in the forest and it's has been following my golem around ever since. You also understand what we say don't you Moss? There's a budding intellect in there methinks! You ever seen anything like this before?

Oh and Keddic, have you any spare world magic infused trinkets? Moss eats them you see. Very good show, just look at what happened to that rock I had lying around."
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No. 178261 ID: 275a5d

rolled 12 = 12

A thought occurs to me:

Regarding the remaining function of the Immortal Genocide: It being a siege fist, we previously suspected that its remaining function could be unlocked by simply striking something. Yet when we attempted it, the act bore no fruit. The Immortal Genocide DID specifically trigger, however, when the blow landed. We felt it trigger.

So what if we activate the energy-drain ability, store the energy, THEN strike something? We should test it out on the way back to the Arcanoworks, once we've figured out with Keddic what to do about the inspection.

Rolling to store.
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No. 178299 ID: d1210a

>>178183
>>178191
>observation: Moss never observed to eat after being fed the stone.
>hypothesis: stone Moss consumed constantly leaks World magic.
>prediction: Moss will continue to grow from leaked World magic
3/3 CORRECT

!!!MOMENT OF INSPIRATION!!!
[+1 PRISTINE SOUL TOTAL: 2]

>>178261
[If you remember to test this theory somewhere where collateral damage would not be an issue/you have a sufficiently sturdy target, quote this post to use the stored roll to automatically activate the Immortal Genocide's absorption, with only a roll to deactivate required. And please note the roll is a 1d20 +3, which means you put dice 1d20+3 in the email field. ANYWAY]

>>178138
>>178151
"I say, I hope I am not... interrupting anything? heh"

"Not at all! Now, I know you're likely waiting on both that first shipment of food and the more permanent staff for the.. Arcanoworks, that was it... anyway, when I started asking for volunteers to go to the Arcanoworks, I got, surprise surprise, mostly other family members of those already working up there now, so I would assume that at least a good number of them may end up staying with you anyway. But more importantly, a few representatives from Glenston and Trekel, as well as a few refugees also overheard the offer to work and live at the Arcanoworks, so... well, it's taking longer to organize, but rather than perhaps two score new arrivals, it looks like you may get closer to three hundred, all said and done. Ah, and they will be bringing the first shipment of food with them, once they leave. Should be en route within the next couple of days."

>>178157
>>178163
I motion towards Moss as I respond, still considering how best to break the news to him.
"That sounds most agreeable, but that is not why I came today. As to what my companion Moss here is, I'm not quite sure myself! I found him, and my, what a liking he has towards this golem! Almost like a loyal hound, quick and clever both!"

With an appreciative guffaw, Keddic walks closer, and crouches before Moss, shedding the last of the men still futilely clinging to him in an attempt to influence his mobility. He puts forth a hand, which Moss politely sniffs at before sitting on it's haunches.

"Well, I admit to being quite curious about this 'Moss' of yours, quite the interesting creature! ...So, if you didn't come here for supplies or troops, I assume you also didn't come here to show me this new companion of yours: What troubles plague your mind?"

"...The village of Berluut, to the north, was wiped out."

At this Keddic's jovial grin vanishes, and the two militiamen still standing nearby look shocked at the news, and no small wonder, with such grim tidings. I continue in my explanation.

"I was able to find the bastard what did it, And I was able to bring the rogue to justice. I have something... special.. planned for his skin. Criminal bodies are the best test subjects, eh? he-heh.. hah ..Yes, well if it works, he may end up aiding the people in death, Which seemed to me the best thing to do with his body."

"...Sounds like the kind of program I could get behind, making executed criminals continue to pay back the community for what they did, though it is regrettable to hear such an event transpired. ...Tell me, was it just the one person who was responsible for this?"

"It seems quite possible, but there was another person involved, named Dulu."

"..Dulu, Dulu... ah, that was the name of the person who asked about you earlier, the one you warned us of, yes?"

"The same, though I doubt he will be an issue. Managed to really hurt Dulu, even if he got away. Well, not everything can go as planned."

I shrug, an action I have seen humans perform after speaking similar words to those I just spoke, and the action seems appropriate by Keddic's response, one of a commiserating nod of his head. I continue speaking, before Keddic has a chance to move this conversation in a direction I do not desire.

"Oh, I met the State while tracking down the one that attacked Berluut! Though I mourn the fact they seem highly suspicious of me, But I trust I can count on your good word, right my friend?"

"The State? Wait, as in the Azelhaedran State? I was under the impression those slow blighters were still on the other side of the river, or some such. ...I take it from your response that is no longer the case. What transpired?"

>>178180
"To be more precise, I fear I have made an error in a judgment. You see, in pursuing and bringing these individuals to their just rewards, I was forced to...well, wipe out the insurgents over in that outpost to the east, The one with all the lightning that is...well, WAS...falling around it. It just so happens that in doing so, I aided a rather sizable State Military force, One that was currently engaged with the rebels and besieging the outpost. Well, as you can imagine, they had quite a few questions for me, not least of which is what I was doing in the area with a Soul Grave of all things. Really, you would think that saving their lives would count for some measure of courtesy, But no, all business with the State.... that mage Densly has quite the stick up his rear... ....Yes, anyway, to shorten the last bits and get to what is relevant for you, One thing lead to the other and I.. accidentally referred to Droba as the Republic of Trepany. Simple slip of the tongue, really, I can be a trifle absentminded after these sorts of heavy bat-""Oh, is that what they're calling senility these days?" "NOT NOW, ILLIA! ...Yes, well, it seems like the State has got it into their silly little heads that a simple name change, Like Droba to Trepany, requires a checkup to ensure there's no fomenting of dissent. I thought I should offer what aid I can to the town and yourself alike, Keddic. Oh, they'll be sending someone to my facility, as well. To "Figure out what to do about me." ....Really, these officials have no manners."


[+3 HAM points. Total HAM points: 029 Amount required for next reward: 050]

Keddic had been patiently listening to my words, recognizing that a plethora of events have unfolded elsewhere, and hungry for knowledge of what transpired. I see his lip quiver as he struggles to stay polite when I get to the inclusion of 'Illia's' input, but the severity of the situation help him avoid any incident. As I finish, I await any of a multitude of responses from him, to find....

"HAH, WONDERFUL! Finally, those buggers are getting their heads out of their asses and moving, eh? Well, if they are going to inspect Trepany, then that likely means they shall be returning patrols to this area some time in the future, yes? ...The name means nothing, really, it was to inspire a destitute people when I arrived, to make them willing to put in the effort to make themselves safe and prosper even in a situation like this. If the state is coming back, the name will have served it's purpose, I think. ...And it has been getting a trifle boring about here, I'm beginning to regret letting you kill all those bandits, there's no one snooping about for me to enjoy a good tussle with, HAH! ...Hm, that would be rather mollifying to have the state be so distrustful as they seem to be of you and this town, so If there is anything you need, let me know. I've been making sure the people here have governed themselves, and I've only really been heading up the training and some of the construction projects.... and now that I think on it, they don't really need me for that, either. Hmm...."

Keddic turns to one of the nearby militia before continuing.

"Well, it looks like you don't really need me anymore, you're self sufficient, it's gotten peaceful about this area....and boring. I think I shall take my leave in search of something a bit more.. stimulating."

As jaws drop at his cavalier words, he turns back to me.

"You, however, seem to have a distinct dearth of boredom to your life! Bloody struggles, strange creatures, exciting events one and all! ...Mind if I tag along for the time being?"


What should be my response?
And beyond that, what should I do? I have not been to Trekel in quite some time, and the Core Being I discovered is still trapped on one of their fields, perhaps I should visit? Or should I do something else?
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No. 178306 ID: e542e3

>>178299

Definitely have him tag along...he's awesome. We will have to be careful though...He doesn't know about the sentience.
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No. 178341 ID: ab04d4

Are we sure Keddic's departure with us might not be seen as fleeing from state justice? They do think he might be an insurrectionist or something, after all, and leaving might only increase their perception of his guilt.

Oh well, too bad. Take him anyways, he's a total bro.
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No. 178345 ID: e31d52

>>178341
Well, we're going to be staying here for the time being.

"Certainly, Keddic! While this golem of mine is a fantastic brawler, I do find myself having issues with... tight spaces. I cannot enter simple fortresses to clear them out, you see.Unless I want to take apart the whole of the building...
*Meow* No, NO, DON'T TOUCH TH- *Purr* *begin falling backwards, windmill arms, recover at the last second* BAD KITTEN! There shall be no cream for you tonight!"

Honestly, the Mage persona is really fun anyway. I don't mind keeping it up.

Pause, then go on.

"Unfortunately, until the State arrives here, I'm not going anywhere, clearly. However, that doesn't mean we'll be inactive! There is a great deal I need to research! Such has this morphic steel... I wonder what would come of a sort of... Well, as a golem expert, I am quite interested in the make and function of a golem made of it. Perhaps we could make it so the controller is more involved with the mech, similar to my controls, only.... closer..." Mumble on about 'soul spark' ignition systems and other various technical bits. "At any rate, Keddic, I would be most honored if you could spar with my soldeirs. Oggroth here has been spoiliing for some.... activity ever since he missed the fight at the insurgent outpost, and they could all do to be a bit better in a brawl. What say you, Keddic, would you like to train my main force?"

Clap your hands together in front of your face and mutter "Got the little bugger, fly's been pestering me for hours..."
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No. 178347 ID: e31d52

>>178345

Also, if we have not already, make a few AG shells and one blade out of Blood Iron if you can. Since we can manipulate it better with magnetomancy, it will be more univesally useful anyway.
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No. 178348 ID: 445c48

Nah, I think that's enough Ham for one conversation. We don't want to seem too daft. Especially if he's to be travelling with us.
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No. 178351 ID: e31d52

>>178348
Well, ham or no ham, the actual points I brought up stand. Ogg needs a fight like Dorfs need beer.
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No. 178353 ID: b14128

>>178348
Yeah, don't put too much HAM in one conversation. That might make people start wondering why nothing happens when we're fighting or doing other important stuff.
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No. 178357 ID: 903f16

>>178299
We do need to visit Trekel sometime soon to check on how far the Core Being has progressed. In that same vein we also need to continue feeding Moss if we want him to be able to handle that situation. I suggest visiting Trekel, then going to the leyline located half a day south from it to feed Moss.
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No. 178360 ID: 275a5d

rolled 1 = 1

>>178299
"I'd be delighted to have someone as capable as yourself accompanying me!

Once out of earshot of the town:

"Now, theres something you should know, if you're going to be coming along...something I did not want to mention lest the information endanger the people of Trepany for knowing it. I have not broached this knowledge to my own forces yet either, though it is something I will definately have to confer to my lieutenants and apprentice when we get back to the Arcanoworks."

Wait for Keddic's assent.

"Well, after the battle, I pored through the results I obtained from my golem after having it consume Berluut's killer and the insurgent leader at the outpost, and...well, it seems they were both apprentices to, and operating under the orders of, one Archmage Weinsho. Furthermore, given Dulu's presence both here and near Duras', there may be a link between this Weinsho and a magnetomancer I bested by the name of Verther, who had been planning on assaulting Hletwa to seek an item of rather great importance...Del Roga's axe. In addition to this, there is another Magnetomancer, possibly Weinsho, I know not, who was directing Verther, as well.

I simply felt that if you are going to aid me, you need to know what kind of individual's are going to be out for my blood."

...

"Well, then, now that that's out of the way, do you mind if we stop near Trekel? A bit out of the way, I know, but a necessary caution, I assure you. Some rogue apprentices of Weinsho managed to summon a bloody CORE BEING in the area, and I need to make sure that no-one's disturbed the place where I buried it until such time as I have devised a means to put it down."
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No. 178361 ID: 275a5d

Ignore that roll. I forgot to remove the "dice 1d100" from my email field from the last post.
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No. 178362 ID: b14128

>>178360
...Actually, a thought; How do we know they -were- rogue apprentices of his, and didn't do it on his orders?
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No. 178364 ID: 275a5d

>>178362
I think there were journal notes suggesting the were rogue.

But other than that, it's the firmest assumption. Mind you, it's also possible Weinsho fed them false notes to sabotage these rogue apprentices.
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No. 178369 ID: b14128

>>178364
Fair point. Stll, mention that although it's a good guess they were rogue, we're not completely sure. Oh, yeah, also make sure to say how you think Verther's army may have planned to cordinate its attack with the bandits who had formerly occupied the Arcanoworks.
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No. 178377 ID: a594b9

We should not speak of the Core Being in earshot of the general populace. We should not induce a state of panic.

I say we should find that place that Moss went to earlier.
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No. 178379 ID: 275a5d

rolled 16 = 16

>>178377
Thats why I specifically said "When out of earshot of the town".
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No. 178380 ID: 275a5d

goddamn it.
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No. 178383 ID: 427807

Let us off to the core being! I have a feeling that Moss will be able to enlighten us, somewhat, on the being's presence. And, i guess we might as well make sure trekel is still free from bandit rule.
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No. 178384 ID: a594b9

>>178380
Autofill's a bitch ain't it?
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No. 178472 ID: d1210a
File 127405503934.jpg - (207.54KB , 1280x960 , Mound over Core Being.jpg )
178472

>>178306
>>178341
>>178345
>>178360
"I'd be delighted to have someone as capable as yourself accompanying me!"

"Ha-hah, EXCELLENT! Well.... hm. I have Bessie in my pocket, I have my sword, my beard grooming kit, I've fed recently.... yes, I quite think I am ready to go presently. Shall we be off old chap?"

I bemused follow along with Keddic's somewhat outrageous exit, but I offer no complaint. I have already decided there are certain things I shall share with him, both to avoid issue later, and possibly to snare his curiosity for the unusual... and for challenges. Once out of earshot of the town, with some trees betwixt us to muffle sight as well as sound, I address Keddic, who until now had been content to puff on his worn wood pipe and jog alongside Moss and I.

"Now, there's something you should know, if you're going to be coming along... Something I did not want to mention lest the information endanger the people of Trepany for knowing it. I have not even broached this subject with my own forces yet, or in fact anyone else, Though it is something I will have to confer to my lieutenants and apprentice when we get back to the Arcanoworks."

"Well, you've certainly peaked my curiosity, pray tell, what is it I should know?"

"Well, after the battle, I pored through the results I obtained from my golem, After having it consume Berluut's killer and the insurgent leader at the outpost, and... Well, it seems they were both apprentices to, and operating under the orders of a mage Weinsho. Furthermore, given Dulu's presence both here and near Duras some time ago, There may be a link between this Weinsho and a magnetomancer I bested by the name of Verther, Who had been planning on assaulting Hletwa to seek an item of rather great importance... Del Roga's axe. In addition to this, there is another Magnetomancer still about, Possibly Weinsho, I know not, who was directing Verther, as well. I simply felt that if you are going to aid me, you need to know what kind of individual's are going to be out for my blood."

"Weinsho? I recall the name... oh yes, last time I was passing through Castiliathen, some time before heading south to the Land of Dragons..... huh, I suppose five years ago? In any event, the cities were abuzz with word he had been ejected from a senior position at the Mortal Coil.... Oh blast, I can't recall why he was ousted. ...Well, in any event, an ex-Mortal Coil mage, is that who you claim now has grievance against you!?"

Before I can say anything further, Keddic laughs uproariously, a manic grin painting his face.

"Oh, SPLENDID! A foe to make the blood sing, your will sharpen, and your very soul tremble!? I CANNOT WAIT!! Oh-ho, that Weinsho was fairly big news about a decade ago, a big hero from the war against the Mosmordren Empire To get the chance to call one my foe, to face a hero of the past, and not be called traitor of criminal.... If there had been any doubt in me before, it would surely be dispelled now, but I'm afraid your luck's run out, I'll stick to you like glue for the chance to face a master of magic Arcane and Combat alike!"

...

"Well, then, now that that's out of the way, do you mind if we stop near Trekel? A bit out of the way, I know, but a necessary caution, I assure you. Some rogue apprentices of Weinsho managed to summon a bloody CORE BEING in the area, And I need to make sure that no-one's disturbed it's burial mound until I have devised a means to put it down, ....Preferably without having to worry about casualties in the hundreds or thousands."

"...As I said before, you will have a hard time being rid of me with expeditions this interesting. Lead on, I have yet to see the place you walled off a Core Being at, though I remember your report about it earlier."

>>178357
>>178383
I begin marching south to Trekel, slowly building speed to see how fast Keddic can march: After all, time is fleeting, with a State inspection looming on the horizon. At first I wonder if I am accelerating properly, as Keddic's pace does not seem to speed, yet he does not fall behind. I reference myself against the landscape, as well as note Moss running faster and faster, and confirm I am increasing my speed as I thought, so why..... I look more closely, and realize that I can feel Keddic gathering that sense of weight and potency into his legs, and channeling it into his feet with each step. I then note how far each step is taking him, and as I top out at my maximum speed of 20 miles per hour, Keddic looks to be jogging at a leisurely pace, yet each bound carries him some thirty feet.

He notes my sustained observation, and grins about his pipe, wisps of smoke flying back like trailers about his golden-maned head.

...Well, I shall not have to worry about him keeping up. We continue running as the light fades, but Keddic does not slow, even with treacherous footing. I again turn my gaze to him, and feel that sense of density also present about his eyes, which seem to have no difficulty tracking objects in the murky darkness. Hours pass and he does not appear to get winded.... and he has begun to play with Moss, picking up sticks and stones mid step while jogging along, and tossing them over for Moss to snap out of the air.

[DAY 82]

In the wee hours, Keddic finally asks if we can rest, though he approaches it obliquely, asking if 'I was alright with missing sleep.' His words remind me I have a cover to maintain, and I respond with comments that I need little sleep, as I don't perform much in the way of strenuous activities, since I spend most of my time controlling the golem. We make small talk about the merits of getting by on little sleep, a topic that strikes me as odd but one I am nonetheless thankful for, as Keddic peers about. Finally he finds a tree he finds satisfactory, and spryly leaps into it's branches, and claiming to have found a perfectly acceptable campsite. I decide to keep myself still until dawn or Keddic exits the tree to conform with the image of sleeping-and thus not being able to control the golem.

Come morning, Keddic drops out of the tree eating a snake raw, commenting he foud breakfast while he awoke. We set off again, and some three hours later, we reach the earthen mound on Trekel's northern field.... and something feels odd.

Currently, Keddic, Moss and I are all some fifty feet distant from the mound of dirt now covered in a wealth of tall weeds and grasses that ensconces the Core Being trapped in the cellar.


What should I do?
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No. 178476 ID: e31d52

>A big hero from the war against the Mosmordren Empire

AHAHAHAHAH.

THIS SHIT IS PERSONAL NOW.

Ah, Mordre, now would be a good time to tell you something: Fleshlings need sleep or else they go a little wonky in the head. It might behoove you to at least pretend to sleep. In this downtime, I suggest you plot and plan or something.

Is Moss freaking out yet?
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No. 178485 ID: 2aaaf1

>>178472
FEEL FOR THAT RIVER OF BLOOD AGAIN. Use the trick we dispatched Daobo and the rebels with, that should at least hurt if not kill it outright.
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No. 178486 ID: 445c48

We should probably mention sometime later that we can issue orders to the golem to do some simple tasks even when you're not at the helm, tasks such as "Go here" or "Patrol the campsite" so if we get caught muckin' about at night or traveling for days we just keep doing it and then answer later that we gave instructions to do this or that.
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No. 178490 ID: 903f16

Feel for the source of blood we felt earlier. Ask Moss what he feels around this place and whether or not if he thinks he can take it on yet. He probably can't, but it'd be nice to gauge how close he thinks he is. Then head into town and talk to the citizens. Primarily if they noticed any changes in the mound and discuss the state returning.
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No. 178499 ID: 427807

Mordre, why must you be so vague? What exactly do you mean by "odd"?


>>178486
good point
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No. 178500 ID: 62781c

>>178486
Actually, at some point we might find it useful to have the golem act as though it were on autopilot and we were away, not speaking or using any of our more creative weaponry, then 'return' a few minutes or an hour or two later and ask what happened, expressing concern over the alarming data on our readouts.
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No. 178503 ID: b14128

Wait, the mound of dirt is covered in plants? I don't think we were away long enough for them to grow naturally...

Also ask Keddic if there's anything odd about where they currently are.
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No. 178544 ID: 6d4f74

"Be wary Keddick, I can feel the approaching pressure even from the sensors on my Golem, can you feel it my friend?"

A good idea to implement for keeping up the ruse would be to allow him to wake up first and stay still for an hour afterward and say that you overslept. A good show of human weakness. You could also introduce your maid to Keddic.
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No. 178565 ID: d1210a

>>178476
...I make note that Weinsho's death will be satisfying on many levels beyond removing someone who clearly has grievances against me. I also plan to, while in the presence of those who don't know my secret, periodically 'sleep in', and remain both inoperative and unresponsive for some time after the others have roused themselves, to further maintain my ruse. The more thoroughly I convince people of it's truth, the less likely someone will find out the truth, that I am anathema in the eyes of the nations, a sapient golem with free will. It is my most precious secret, to keep restricted to only the ears of those I trust... and those I could not prevent from discovering it, yet chose to let live, Arkus being chief among them, clear demonstration that at least some true allies can be found.

>>178485
I cast out my senses, feeling for-

AH.

The mass of blood I had felt pulsing underground before now has massive veins meters thick coursing deep into the ground and out of the range of my senses. The mass itself has grown, now likely larger than the whole of my form, though not by much. As the iron, all of which sings to me as being Blood Iron, flows about, the mass contracts and expands, as if some gargantuan heart were beating. I try to take command of the Blood Iron, to manipulate it, but it rebuffs my efforts without issue.

>>178490
"Moss, what do you feel about this place, And do you think you could consume it?"

Moss does not even turn to the greened mound, cringing and looking at me in appeal as it shakes it's head, before retreating behind my leg. ....Well, I would think that answers whether Moss feels capable of handling this.

>>178499
...I cannot place it specifically, but something is.... wrong, even compared to how it was before. The difference of this.... heart, that beats beneath the ground is not what I felt, and still it irks me, something that is off.

>>178503
>>178544
....Strange, that the foliage is so dense on this earth, considering it was completely untouched by flora when last I touched it. This amount of growth is truly irregular, as far as I understand it. I peer intently at individual blades of grass and weeds alike covering the mound.... and see something I did not expect. Just near the base of the grasses and weeds, right where they join the earth... the colors wash out of the plants, fading to a gray-scale. The earth itself, where I can spy glimpses at it, is likewise gray. ....The field is spreading.

"Be wary Keddic, I can detect some irregularities there, Even from the sensors on my Golem, can you feel it my friend?"

"...Yeah, in several ways.... WOW, that is a rather large heart I feel beating away.... but no other veins besides the ones leading down from the heart, oddly enough, hmm.... still, to think I'm actually standing this close to where a Core Being is being restrained, still unable to get free..... it sends shivers down my spine, and makes my blood sing, to be near one of the destroyers of legend, the topplers of nations, the woe of mankind.... so, when do we let it out and have a proper go at it, eh? HA-HAH! Well, in any event, beyond the blood, I can't really say, my only sensory magical abilities besides blood sensing are just direct amplifications of my regular senses, so I couldn't say much. Hm, a pity that you couldn't be here in person, but I suppose you can only get so much through the golem. So, we've checked on the mound, what now old chap?"

>>178486
"Oh yes, before I forget, I can give the golem orders, For when I need some rest or to pursue some personal matter. Well anyway, I only really use it at night, but just a forewarning, You may see the golem patrolling about camp sometimes, All through the night: pay it no mind, it's basically a guard function, As if I was present myself on scene and had ordered it to do so."

"Oh? A rather good use of the thing, that! ...Hm, I wonder, could you order it to follow me? I admit to having been magically and alchemical altered, all scions of the Harksburton line get assorted amplifications and augmentations to make them more capable in the pursuit of war, and one benefit is the fact I can go some two weeks without sleep. So, I could probably lead the golem as fast as it can move overnight, since as you mentioned, with inspections at some point in the future, efficient use of time may be critical, wouldn't you agree? So, could you manage that, or can you only do functions you've runed into the system?"


What do I say, or do?
And if I am done here, where should I go?
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No. 178566 ID: 2aaaf1

>>178565
The bandits summoned a baby core being, and we fucked up by building the mound over it. It's eating something underground(Magic/organic materials/Weinsho might be feeding the damn thing behind our backs... It could even be absorbing leaking world magic the same way Moss does, WITHOUT the need for a stone.), and we've given it a safe place to grow unhindered, it will continue to do so until it is strong enough to break free of it's earthen bondage.
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No. 178569 ID: e31d52

>>178566
Either that, or the Core Being is building a new body itself.

Fuck, we need Little Miss Elder God for this.
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No. 178572 ID: 1ac39d

try applying what you know about leylines. instead of using a leyline you use it, syphon energy away from it to somewhere else.
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No. 178573 ID: b14128

Yeah, this ain't good. This ain't good at all. Point out the unnatural foliage and the gray-scale to Keddic, see what he thinks. But he probably won't say anything unexpected: This thing is getting bigger and stronger.

I say we don't wait for the represenatives of the State to arrive, and pay them another visit ourselves to tell them about this. Visit the town that's nearby first, maybe go back to the Arcanoworks to get supplies before you take the trip, but we -need- to get help in here, -fast-.
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No. 178574 ID: b14128

>>178572
Wait, leylines... We gained the knowledge and sense of leylines -after- our last visit. Check the leylines, Modre!
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No. 178594 ID: 275a5d

The field is spreading? We couldn't even see the fading of color when we'd finished burying it.

Unless...

It's broken out of the cellar (rot likely amplified by the dirt and assorted detritus in direct contact with the door now, as well as the fact that hte Core-Being had partially bled through the wood), and is probably making it's way through the layers of soil and dirt. That, or its somehow feeding, and is outgrowing it's prison. We need something much more permanent than dirt.
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No. 178595 ID: 275a5d

"Yes, I do believe a simple 'follow x' command would be doable...you would probably need to watch where your going, however, lest it beat down denser foliage."

"But first...theres something I need to verify. See the fading of color near that grass? A passive effect of the mere presence of a Core Being, but one that I am absolutely positive had been completely muffled by the time we'd finished the burial.

It's either growing, making more progress toward the surface...or both. Oh, damnitall, if it isn't one blasted problem it's another."
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No. 178646 ID: 6d4f74

>>178566
>>178574
>>178595
All of these
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No. 178647 ID: 6d4f74

rolled 3 + 3 = 6

"I wonder... Moss retreat, Keddic I would ask that you do the same for a moment, what I am about to do may be damaging to you as well."

Activate the IG, lets see what It can really do here.
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No. 178648 ID: 6d4f74

rolled 10 + 3 = 13

The heck did I say!
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No. 178651 ID: a594b9

Core Beings do not grow in captivity. It is merely manifesting itself in an attempt to technically be 'outside' its prison and not need to have the door opened.

It's not getting stronger, it's just trying to cheat.

Also let's try not to uh... destroy the door with IG, okay?
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No. 178659 ID: d3dfb8

>>178647
>>178648
>>178651
No.
That is stupid and you should feel stupid.
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No. 178664 ID: a594b9

>>178659
I agreed that we shouldn't use the IG here. Don't lump me in with that idea.
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No. 178670 ID: d3dfb8

>>178664
Sorry, misread it.
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No. 178699 ID: 275a5d

>>178651
I...what? How would that even be attempted? I don't think you can manifest outside a prison without first having access to the outside.
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No. 178701 ID: 275a5d

And please don't destroy the Core-Beings prison. However temporary it might be, we're not going to beat something that annihilates NATIONS by itself with ease.
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No. 178737 ID: 427807

>>178594
I agree, its being a smart mother fucker.

>>178574
This would also provide some information about the source of the beings power.
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No. 178739 ID: e31d52

rolled 12 = 12

Access the Core Being like a Leyline, then try to suck up the power with the IG.

Hopefully our arm doesn't, like, explode or something.
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No. 178742 ID: 275a5d

>>178739
See, accessing the core-being at all worries me. Last time we tried something like that, it bled through the prison.

And it just passively rebuffed our magnetomancy, Will-based magic significantly more powerful than World-magic.
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No. 178743 ID: 445c48

>>178742
It bled through when we tried to soulsuck it, I think.
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No. 178748 ID: 445c48

>>178742
Also, Isn't blood harder to manipulate when it's inside someone living? I forget if that's this or another thing. That might be the reason for us not being able to mess with the blood iron.
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No. 178769 ID: d1210a

>>178595
"Yes, I do believe a simple 'follow x' command would be doable... you would probably need to watch where your going, however, lest the Soul Grave beat down denser foliage...or structures..."

"Ha-ha, well, I'll make note of that then, as it seems I must, eh? Ha-ha!"

"But first...there's something I need to verify with your input, Keddic. See the fading of color near that grass, at it's base, and about the dirt? A passive effect of the mere presence of a Core Being, true enough, But one that I am absolutely positive had been completely muffled, As of the time we'd finished the burial. It's either growing, making more progress toward the surface...or both. Oh, damnitall, if it isn't one blasted problem it's another."

"Don't sound so glum, look on the bright side: Even if it does get out, if we kill it, problem solved. And think, we would be quite possibly the first to ever slay a Core Being upon it's release to the surface, a feat most extraordinary indeed, ha-HAH! Yes, I daresay you should not fret overmuch... though still, I do see what you mention, and if it is gaining power.... well, worst case scenario, as I understand it we would still have months, possibly years, if it had breached the door, just to work through the soil. But... that.. heart...it troubles me, and the elusive nature of where those gargantuan veins come from troubles me further. ....Still, should be most invigorating to track down a solution, ah-HAH!"

>>178651
>>178574
>>178737
...I recollect that I gained my new-found knowledge of World magic's connection to leylines after my last trip here, and the presence of a nearby leyline junction, some half day's travel south of here, according to Arkus' findings. That, coupled with the beating heart's veins trailing downward, makes me wonder.... I grasp the knowledge I hold, and reach out to any leyline present. I feel no immediate response, but.... there is something, something deep, possibly miles beneath the earth, so far that I can scarcely believe I could feel something so distant with such incomplete magical prowess, and yet.... I have the sensation of a distant figure yelling, his voice reduced to a whisper, yet magnified a million fold, the speaker growing larger, louder, and more distant, until some giant on the horizon, his words making the land about him quake, has a voice as soft as a child beside you when it finally reaches you.

This is the sense I gain from deep beneath out feet, where the massive veins lead, of a power barely perceived by sheer dint of it's distant ferocity, burning so bright it must be perceived. Is it a deep running leyline? It seems possible, I noted some of Arkus' documentation on leylines when he spoke on junction locations, and I distinctly saw... meandering, I suppose, lines drawn across the land... and in cross sections of the earth. Could that mean leylines rise and fall in proximity to the surface, and this Core Being is tapping a deeply rooted leyline? ...Hm, that would seem to fit what I felt, as leylines carry phenomenal power, easily fitting the description of 'distant, yet potent' that I ascribe to what I feel.

....That, or I am reading far to much into a faint response from what is still a meager area of magical expertise for me, World magic less understood even that Blood magic at the moment.

...And yet, if it had outside power..... the Core Being cannot fully manifest in a cellar, or indeed when inside any contained area, or so spoke Jojo one night while we discussed magic, commenting on lore of World Nightmares/Core Beings being trapped within caves due to their weakness, and clans saved. But once the creature is free, it swells to monstrous proportions and begins it's devastation in full, this being a point Arkus steadily agreed on. ....But if it had an outside source of power, to fuel it's growth, before it gains freedom, to power it's manifestation here and now.... it wouldn't need to get out of the cellar, it would grow to encompass it, and gain freedom without ever escaping, circumventing it's restrictions. This seems distressingly likely, as with this creature summoned by Weinsho's apprentices, I wonder if, as part of his 'restricted' notes, these could have been documentation on how to make a Core Being summoning that is harder to stop. I would not put such a thing past a mage touted as a hero in the struggle against the Mosmordren Empire, as ultimately the worst of fates, the Curse was leveled on the empire: If they went so far, why would they not have at least considered less terrible means of ending the empire? The thoughts continue to roll about in my mind, and I find myself believing them.

>>178748
....It occurs to me I may be overestimating the strength of the Core Being, as Blood Iron is still more difficult to manipulate in a living being, something to claim ownership of it, so my rebuff from manipulating that massive heart could have been a byproduct of it's liveliness, rather than it's potency. ...Then again, it might be that strong anyway, I was rebuffed so simply I couldn't even gain a sense of scale betwixt myself and the Core Being. Moss seems to sense my troubled thoughts, and rubs against my leg as I try to figure out what is truth and what is useless conjecture.


What should I do?
Should I tell Keddic any of my theories, or possibly a new one, to get his take?
And should I do anything else here, or should we begin heading elsewhere?
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No. 178777 ID: 899a94

If we built a (reinforced) room outside the cellar. Stepped into that room and then opened the cellar door we could fight the core being inside an encompassed space, leaving it unable to manifest fully.

It's either that or think of a wait to sever the vein feeding it. I think we should make a little improvised iron drill probe and use magnetomancy to send it underground in an attempt to sever or saboutage that vein. Make sure the path behind the drill is sealed.
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No. 178789 ID: 1ac39d

>>178777
line up a shot with your anti-golem cannon at the vein and using everything you got send it through the dirt to sever the vein.
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No. 178793 ID: 6a8eee

>>178789

I don't think this will work. Unless it is close to the surface (<20 meters down)...There is almost no way our cannon will penetrate it. Excavating by explosions/cannon fire is inefficient because it requires exponentially more energy the deeper you attempt to dig.
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No. 178795 ID: e31d52

>>178789
Yerah.... YEAH

if it's becoming a material being, then it has to follow the rules of one.

Which means it can bleed.

Which, of course, means that it can die!
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No. 178796 ID: e31d52

We have two options: Meet it now and test out the PUNCH SHIT REALLY HARD function of the IG, or alert the State to this and get their help. Your call, guys.
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No. 178812 ID: 899a94

Between Immortal Genocide, the Sable Executioner and the penultimate soulfire I think we'd have a very good chance at taking this core being down if we have to hit it head on. Stalling will only make things worse. The only real questions I can think of is what angle of attack we should use and how we can stack the cards in our favour.
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No. 178820 ID: 716eb0

>>178812
The core being is described in every source we know as unimaginably powerful, and since we can still be threatened by things that are marginally powerful, (such as weapons that simply change shape) I don't think open conflict is going to be a grand idea.

Tell Keddic you are worried that it is feeding from a deep layline and circumventing its normal weaknesses, growing strong without getting free.

>>178793
Hey um.. isnt the anti golemn shell a sharp, spiral etched spike? like... a drill? we don't need to explode, only to keep going down. Ozmand should be able to deliver our blow once the shell gets there. Just watch out we don't give it a way out while we are tunneling into the dirt. Like, make sure the tunnel collapses behind it.
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No. 178827 ID: 427807

I dont think violence is the answer, yet. We need to know how to get it in such a way as to imprison it and sever whatever connection it has to outside sources of power.
I seriously think Weinsho is the mastermind behind this. It seems fitting for a mage thrown out of the Mortal Coil to try to make some kind of a comeback.
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No. 178830 ID: 427807

>>178827
Oh, and we should wait for/ seek state help
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No. 178833 ID: 1ac39d

>>178820
yes, i think severing it's power-source and keeping it stuck is a good idea.
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No. 178847 ID: 445c48

Get closer to the mound and shout at it to stop cheating.
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No. 178947 ID: 1248ec

>>178820

Just because something is shaped like a drill does not mean it will act like an actual drill. From what I've read, the anti golem cannon round is merely a spike shaped metal round that is shot out of our cannon. I don't think that it has ever been mentioned that it acts like a drill for a significant period.

That's why I say that if you want to drill more than 10-15 yards. A simple cannon round is not going to do it. Of course, with magic, there is an unknown factor, but I don't think we have enough skill with magic to compensate.

For example, a gbu-28 bunker buster bomb in the real world has 650 pounds of TNT and can penetrate about 30 yards of earth. I highly doubt our cannon round has anywhere near the power of a precisely designed explosive.

I understand that comparing something in a game to something in real life is not an accurate comparison; however, I think the above example illustrates how hard it is to move significant amounts of dirt.

TL;DR - If this thing is deeper than 15 meters, we're prob gonna need magic, a specialized tool, or significant amounts of time to help us dig it out.
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No. 178961 ID: d1210a

>>178947
[They have the right of it, the Anti Golem shells are designed to be spiral-edged spikes, effectively giant drill bits, as will be duly noted in this post. They are designed to spin and drill in addition to outright puncturing things.]

>>178789
>>178795
>>178820
>>178827
I have been told again and again of the peerless power Core Beings possess, of the devastation they can bring.... but what is before me is not yet such a being. It still is in the process of manifesting, likely drawing it's energy from a deep running leyline.... and if I cut off that connection, it's attempts to free itself could be delayed, possibly even outright halted. ...I also consider the Anti Golem Cannon, sporting a magnetically controllable shell with spiraled blades running along it.... much like a drill. I take a moment to direct both my Magnetomancy and my own body modifying powers to alter the shell's shape, making it capable of dumping dirt it digs through behind it as it spins forward. With my drill bit prepared, I direct my cannon earthward, and fire. The previously deafening crack of the cannon firing is now much subdued and muffled.... yet the shell seems to move even faster, slipping into the ground without a sound. The earth is hard to work about, the strain of twisting the spiraled spike still severe despite the pocket of vacuum that adheres to the shot, courtesy of Balboa's soul. Indeed, if it weren't for that recent acquisition, I fear the shot would grind to a halt no matter how hard I strove to keep it going. As the earth about the entry point compacts under the effects of Ozmand the Hammer's soul crashing down upon it, I keep my attention locked on the makeshift drill, pushing it as swiftly and forcefully as I can through the dirt, digging a path to slip beneath the beating heart. I send the shell burrowing through the soil in it's journey. I direct it to converge on the largest of the veins I feel trailing down into the earth, and cross it's flow.

The ground rumbles, and a deep keening noise becomes audible on the edge of perception, pervading the whole of the land. But the moment passes without any further incident, a momentary movement of the earth, and nothing more. ....Or so I would label it, were it not for the fact my Anti Golem Shell-turned drill now seems to be... gone. In place of the main vein and intercepting shell, I now feel a void, a dark patch of pain and decay where once power flowed. Several of the auxiliary veins still persist, but the heart does beat less fiercely now...... and I see the gray about the ground and base of the covering grass recede, ever so slightly.

....I also hear a growl unto rumbling thunder and quaking earth emanating from the earthen mound, outrage and loathing clear in it's tone. I address Keddic as the growling continues, pondering what to do next.

"Well, 'twould seem mine theory had some truth to it, If it responds so: The Core Being is essentially cheating, Trying to build it's body before reaching the surface, Powering this attempt with magic siphoned from a deep leyline. I tried severing the largest connection and.... this is the result. I don't suppose you have any further thoughts? I'll admit, I didn't consider doomsday scenarios much, Whilst planning for this trip, so I am somewhat unprepared."

"Well, while I certainly wouldn't object to staying here and continuing to twiddle the beast's nose while we try to cut off power, but I must say that growl was quite expressive. I imagine the blighter might object.... and unless I am mistaken, your cannon only holds the one round, yes?"

"This is true."

"Well, then I would suggest leaving it alone for now. Your shot filled it's own hole back up as it went, nothing got let lose, and you bloodied it's metaphysical nose, it sounds like a rather apt time to depart to me. ....Oh yes, on the subject of cannons, a thought occurred to me: In one of my earlier jaunts about the land, I made my way to the Western Islands, a week of brisk travel from here, if I'm not mistaken, to at least reach the shore, ANYWAY, I found that, as a result of the islands being magic starved, something about the Leylines being withered due to the size of each island's landmass, they focus primarily on constructing devices... and one in particular caught my eye. It was a pistol, with a set of cylinders stuck together, with each housing a shell to fire.... oh what was i-REVOLVERS, that's what they were called. So, have you heard of these things?"

"No, I do not believe I have heard of such a thing, As a mage I've been uninterested in the islands thus far."

"You may wish to amend that, not only have they come up with some interesting inventions, not only am I fairly certain that you could use the mechanisms behind those revolvers to improve your cannon, but there's also this: I had the honor of meeting a Professor Gialgorra, who besides being the most famous inventor about the whole islands.... was building a golem that ran without a whit of magic, a Steam Golem, as he called it. It was halfway done some eight years ago, so I admit, I am curious to see it's state, part of why I brought up revolvers in the first place..... ah, and the beast has stopped growling. Well, shall we go somewhere, or do you have some more ideas or experiments for this blighter here?

Moss has continued to cower behind my leg, unwilling to get too close to the mound.


What should I say or do?
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No. 178967 ID: 1ac39d

i think we are done here, we have pissed it off and broken it's main source of power. if we get the revolver added to our anti-golem cannon and when we return it is still not free then we can engage in a subterranean assault.
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No. 178974 ID: e31d52

Right. We need to alert the State pronto so they can cage this beast magically.
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No. 178982 ID: a594b9

We had better go. The only other experimental thing we can do at the moment involves IG and since Moss is clinging to us in fear we'd wind up draining him at the same time.

Next stop... Well, where is there to go? We could stop at that house where we found everyone dead, and harvest a little Blood Iron. Or we could go investigate the place that Moss went off to near the fort.

Or we could just go back to the Arcanoworks and wait for the State.
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No. 178985 ID: e31d52

Actually, we have a lot of time, so we COULD and SHOULD pop over to the islands.
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No. 179011 ID: a594b9

>>178985
I don't think we have two weeks!
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No. 179012 ID: e31d52

>>179011
They're coming from the capital!
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No. 179015 ID: 2aaaf1

>>178961
Off to the islands it is. But before we do that, we must return to the Arcanoworks and issue a few more orders. If I'm not mistaken, the premen runners should be returning soon, and they'll need someone to recieve them when they get here. Jojo should suffice for this purpose, and he can continue working with Arkus to fine tune the magic equation language. We should also assign Arkus one additional task to pursue. Tell him to start chopping wood every day for an hour or two. Del Roga gave him an axe for a reason, and Arkus will not suffer from inability to use either of its functions. The element of surprise must be with our fleshy friend. Honestly, who would expect some scrawny-looking punk with a robe and staff to start swinging a flaming axe AND have the muscle to back it up? We should also have the premen patrol the villages and forests in this area religiously and search for that creature, I've a feeling it'll start attacking more often, so we must protect our investments. Other than that... I think we'll be able to travel to the islands without worrying for now.
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No. 179036 ID: d1210a

>>178967
>>178982
>>178985
>>179015
I toy with the idea of many destinations, but ultimately settle on briefly returning to the Arcanoworks to gather some supplies (food for Keddic, metal for me), and then.... actually pursue this 'revolver' he spoke of. A multi-chamber firing system for repeat fire? That would radically improve my ability to function as a stand-alone artillery piece, and considering that using a shell here seemed useful, it would behoove me to be more able to utilize such a perceived weakness. The 'nail in the coffin' here is that, with the Azelhaedran State fighting a multi-front war within it's own borders, part of which is civil war, I would imagine their response time is slow. In fact, if they would want to send word back to the capitol, just that could take upwards of a week. ....And the journey could be made at more than a 'brisk' speed. I make my decision, and turn to Keddic.

"Well, I suppose that is it for now, then. Hmm.... I must admit, the revolvers intrigue me, I can already see several benefits to equipping the golem so... Well, first, I say we shall need to return to the Arcanoworks, So, do you mind further....expeditious travel?"

"Hah, not at all, it's wonderful exercise, physically and magically, to get in a good bit of use, I dare say I could do with a bit more mobility, so yes, I quite agree, expeditious travel it is!"

With no further comment Keddic begins jogging north, his steps already eating the ground at rates impossible by normal means, the weight of his will flowing through his legs as he moves. I turn my Magnetomancy inward and dash off to catch him.... and note that... yes, I am faster, just slightly, than when I first appraised my speed post-armoring. ...Ah, I have some degree of Blood Iron in my body, and a soul directed towards Blood magic in my possession. ...I have no way to be sure, but it certainly seems possible. Hm, the body becoming more magically responsive with the absorption of Blood Iron, an interesting notion.

Moss Withermane dashes alongside us, the stone in his chest once more burning brightly. I consider my earlier theory, that the stone itself is perpetually feeding Moss, still leaking World magic even now. It seems logical, when I found the stone it passively radiated magic, I see no reason why such a process would terminate after the stone was absorbed. And indeed, as I stare at the stone burning brightly in Moss' chest, I feel a slight response from my feeble World magic senses. Perhaps my theory has more grounding than I thought. Interesting then, that the stone could even do such a thing, as that practically makes it a tiny leyline font, a resource fought most viciously over. Why would I have such a thing? I ponder many things as we continue running, ever northward to Kyogrock Arcanoworks. Indeed, at our current speed, we return that very same day, late at night. ....I daresay that were I not present, Keddic and Moss could well have traveled even more swiftly. Still, a persistent speed in excess of twenty miles per hour is something most generals could scarce conceive troops maintaining, not without horses, and even then there would be terrain restrictions that our group simply does not have. It is quite surreal, to be the slowest member of the group again after gaining Magnetomancy.... and I find it gratifying, as it means that if only I improve myself in some manner, we could travel yet faster.

I snap out of my reverie as I find myself standing at the open gates of the Arcanoworks, Arkus and Derkin, Jojo, Oggroth and Ugrokk all attentively standing before me, awaiting any orders or words I may have. I once more consider my plan to travel as swiftly as possible, nonstop to the western islands, in the hopes of replicating this repeat-fire principle these revolvers use to improve my cannon.


What should I say or do, and should I carry through with my plan to express travel to the western islands after stocking up, or should I do something else?
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No. 179044 ID: e31d52

>>179036
"Gentlemen, I shall be heading to the western isles briefly. I have orders for you in the meanwhile I am away. First and most important is that a State official should be coming here. I hope to be back in time for him, but myself and Keddic have pressing business. Should the man in question come by, he is to be treated as a revered guest. Make him comfortable.

Arkus, you are to work chopping wood a few hours every morn, so you may reasonably use the axe granted to you by Del Roga in a more... traditional fashion. You are also to look into the applications of morphic steel once you have completed your research on the other items. I have some... ideas, and would like to speak with you about them at length once I return.

Derkin, you are to continue to train those I told you of earlier. I also would prefer that you would train them to circumvent mages, if at all possible.

Jojo, you are to work with an individual Derkin has scouted. The one who stood against me so well in our sparring match? I cannot recall the name, blast it. Either way, see if he has any talents like yours. Oggroth, Uggroth, you are to continue training your men.

One last thing.

I fear we may have made ourselves a very powerful enemy. Weinsho, I believe his name was. Be on your gaurd."
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No. 179065 ID: 80541b

>>179044
This
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No. 179126 ID: 427807

>>179044
I agree for the most part. However, I highly doubt Arkus's axe will do anything special other then chop wood if he uses it. Also, Arkus has, if you remember, proven himself to be capable in combat when the need arises.
Secondly, I feel like we should sent some scouts to Mosmordre, to make sure things are dandy there.
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No. 179128 ID: e31d52

EAT THE BLOODY BLOOD IRON FOR BLOOD'S SAKE
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No. 179207 ID: d3dfb8

>>179128
>>179126
These.
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No. 179235 ID: 275a5d

Actually, I think we should take Arkus with us. He could do with a bit more exposure, and as well traveled as he is, between Keddic and himself, we may actually have a veritable library of information.

Besides, it hardly behooves a mage to ditch his apprentice. Arkus' Will lessons need to continue. Necessary Tomes and equipment samples can be brought along for him to continue any research that interests him.
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No. 179239 ID: 275a5d

Or, alternatively:

We may wish to consider that traveling to the Western Isle's immediately may not be something WE need to do. After all, even if we make our way to the Isles, how the HELL are we going to get there without a boat?

We should make arrangements for transportation, foremost. Once those have been secured, THEN we can make our way. It'll also give us AMPLE time to arrange things at the outpost to our liking.
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No. 179240 ID: 275a5d

I imagine purchasing/renting transportation over water for ourselves is going to be costly.

How much do we have in the way of capital, anyway?
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No. 179250 ID: d1210a

>>179044
>>179065
>>178126
>>178128
"Gentlemen, I shall be heading to the western isles briefly. I have orders for you in the meanwhile I am away on this venture. First and most important is that a State official should be coming here. I hope to be back in time for him, but myself and Keddic have pressing business. Should the man in question come by, he is to be treated as a revered guest. Make the representative comfortable, and treat them politely. Arkus, you are to assist in wood chopping and sparring alike, so you may reasonably use the axe granted to you by Del Roga in a more... Traditional fashion. Your primary focus shall still be research, But it would behoove you to be more martially inclined. You are also to look into the applications of the morphic fluids, Beyond what creating enlarging weapons. I have some... ideas, and would like to speak with you about them at length once I return. To clarify, these are simply new pursuits to further split your time between, It is acceptable to me that your progress in some fields slows as a result of taking on these new tasks."

"...Okay... one sec... so, in addition to the Skyfall cannon and the blood togas and cloak, you want me to investigate morphic fluid applications.... and... and, wait, did you sa.... nevermind, some wood chopping and sparring too, fine. Just don't expect me to be prioritizing that over the research, you gave me a rather full plate."

"Derkin, you are to continue to train those I told you of earlier. I also would prefer that you would train them to circumvent mages, If at all possible for you to teach them such skills. This being in addition to leadership training, and work on subterfuge, Stealth, and deception alike. Can you do this?"

"...Yeah, I got a couple bits of ideas and whatnot, but they'll only really be useful against second rate mages, or against the laughable idea of a competent mage who neglected to develop their magical senses. As a vanilla person, only so much that can be done when your target is magically perceptive.... but yeah, I can add what little I know of exploiting mage weaknesses I know, sure thing."

"Jojo, you are to work with an individual Derkin has scouted, the first of the three. The one who stood against me so well in our sparring match? If I recall, his name was... Ozrick? No... ah, Ulzrick, that was it. Either way, see if he has any magical talents you could nurture. Oggroth, Ugrokk, you are to continue training your men. And for all Premen in general, I expect your studies of the common tongue to continue, Even in my absence, is this understood?

Jojo speaks first, as most of the Premen bow in acceptance of my commands.

"..Look for Souldreaming? As Mordre asks, so shall it be done, but requested that Mordre hold no hopes on this, Souldreaming is rare... and most who use it are.... marked, crippled or broken in exchange for the power they gain. Still, Jojo shall try to teach all that can be taught, if this one proves tractable. ....Ah, and the corpse you gave me? The wounds are cauterized, melted together, it will take time to try repairing it."

I recall the Blood Iron sitting within the central tower, and, thinking on my earlier supposition that Blood Iron may increase my bodies responsiveness to my own magics, I duck inside and consume the makeshift scabbard, feasting on some tenfold more Blood Iron than my only other meal of the substance. I feel the resonance with the Hero Souls I carry deepen, and to my senses, both conventional and magical, my body feels.... sharper, imbued with new-found responsiveness. If Blood Iron does what I think it does, then I may have just grown faster still.

[Total body (discounting hands and silver mask) converted to Blood Iron: 00,076/30,000 pounds]

As I gather up some dried rations and crush together a few more of the un-salvageable sets of broken arms and armor we have stored at the Arcanoworks, procuring supplies for Keddic and myself alike, I hear Ugrokk haltingly speak... in the common tongue, no less. I listen to his attempts at a new languarge as I scoop a large portion of coins from the bag of assorted gold marks I still possess, in case I should need funds on this venture. I imagine some 1,000 golden marks should cover any cost of transportation I incur.

[840 marks at Arcanoworks, 1,000 in Mordre's possession]

"Add..... learn-time..of....new.... word-way, yes."

...Hm, halting and inarticulate, but I could understand a basic sentence, even if it was garbled. I nod approvingly at Ugrokk's attempt, to which he responds with a toothy grin. It would seem all that time spent recovering was not wasted on Ugrokk. I speak one more time as I already move to exit the Arcanoworks with Keddic and Moss in tow, the stars twinkling above.

"One last thing: I fear we may have made ourselves a very powerful enemy. Weinsho, I believe his name was. Be on your guard, as he has reason to seek vengeance. I shall have more to say on this when I return. For now, fare well in your endeavors, I shall see you soon."


And so some ten or so minutes after returning to the Arcanoworks, having resupplied and informed my troops of my requirements of them during my coming absence, we depart, running under the faint illuminations of the stars and partly obscured moon. As we build speed, I make mention to Keddic I have slaved the Soul Grave to follow him, so that he has no need to stop for sleep unless he desires it.

Keddic's only response is to chuckle, and continue his impossibly ground-eating jog.

[DAY 83]

Other than the change in lighting, nothing marks the passage of one day to another in our group: None sleep, none slow and tire, our speedy march continuing unabated. We continue traveling at a speed in excess of 20 miles per hour, and I grow convinced over the day that I truly am faster than before I consumed the extra Blood Iron. Interesting. I take a contemplative bite from the compressed mass of armor I brought as food. I note our trek taking us through Duras' borders but before the day is over our speed has carried us through to the other side. Though the lone traveler we saw, a merchant transporting wares, stares in complete confusion at the sight of our group of three dashing by, he raises no commotion, and we near the lands that once held the Mosmordren Empire, the lands of the Curse as night falls. Keddic seems to enjoy spending the night dashing through the patch of woods we cross, and I consider how VAST the Cursed lands must be: We are still in it's confines, more than a day's travel (a day's travel for me, not for a puny fleshling) south of where I first awoke.


[DAY 84]

Keddic continues to lead and I follow in silence, with Moss doggedly trailing my own form. Perhaps it is our speed, or the threat we represent, but no beast seems willing to challenge us, even as the sounds of growls and hisses can be heard about the forests as we pass through. Thankfully, as night falls once more, Keddic and I enjoy our respective meals as we continue our unending run. Miraculously, Keddic still does not look fatigued or weary, in fact....

"Hm... yes, yes, I must say, we are making excellent time. Why, at this rate, we may be able to shorten each leg of the trip there and back to five, maybe four days total. Ah, how wondrously swift one can be, lacking sleep and conventional notions of fatigue. Anyway, if I am not mistake, we should be clearing the Cursed lands soon, and at that point we'll be more than halfway there."

As the light begins to fade Keddic's words prove true, as the forest ends with the same unnatural abruptness as before, transitioning into a field of patchy grass and loose rocks that stretches before us, the periodic hill rising from the earth to grant features to the land. Keddic pays it all no mind as he continues running, and I continue following, munching on more metal.

[DAY 85]

As the sun rises, we crest a hill, finally gaining enough elevation for a proper assessment of how distant the shoreline is. ....I can see the waters, miles and miles away, and wonder if we shall reach them before the day ends. Once more, Keddic simply continues running... though I note his skin looks somewhat paler now, then it did earlier. Perhaps I am imagining it.

Some time after midday, we arrive at a port town, mostly taverns, trading offices, and brothels, a multitude of ships docked.... and as my eyes trail further out to sea, I see islands dotting the water, most of them fairly close to the shore.

....But beyond the chain of islands, father out at sea, I perceive a solid wall of boiling and thundering clouds, the sea slowly devolving to massive waves crashing recklessly about past the most distant island. Even as I sweep my gaze about, I see the super-storm coating every patch of open sea, only the waters about the densely packed islands bereft of it's calamitous influence.

Keddic, Moss and I slow down as we enter the town, reaching a normal speed as we arrive. Keddic takes a moment to take a few deep breaths before he turns to me with a questioning look in his eyes, speaking softly while we are still sheltered behind a particularly tall alehouse.

"So, do you feel like searching out some transportation to the islands, or should I handle it? Oh, and before I forget, yes, you may see some revolvers around this port... oh blast, I can't recall it's name, anyway, even though there are some revolvers here, they are all imported from the islands, no one living here can actually make them. So, do you want to find a ship, or should I do it?

I consider the one thousand gold marks I have clutched in my hand, safely tucked inside a heavy sack.


What should I say or do?
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No. 179251 ID: 275a5d

>>179250

"I think it would be for the best if you handled transportation negotiations for the moment. I must admit, this golem does not make for a terribly effective means of easy conversation...what with the fear and awe it seems to generate, and the time it takes to explain my means of control."

We should also definately take the moment to reason out our goals:

1. Acquire Revolver-system Schematics
2. Investigate Steam-Golem Construction
3. We need a tinkerer. This is the land of invention and innovation, is it not? I think hiring an individual who can spearhead our own techno-magical research along with Arkus will be good.

(Preferably female, too. Purely a cosmetic concern, but our posse is a bloody sausage-fest)
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No. 179262 ID: 427807

>>179251
agreed. having a giant golem trying to get on a boat seems like it wouldn't be terribly effective. If we need, we could pretend keddic is out master, in order to stave of fears of a seemingly self-controlled soul grave
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No. 179264 ID: d3dfb8

>>179251
I agree wholeheartedly.
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No. 179267 ID: 445c48

Hey, Mordre, can you swim?

Also while he's finding a boat, go out inna woods and test the AA+Soul Soldiers combo proposed earlier, as well as the "Eat energy then punch something" to see if that's the primary function.
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No. 179269 ID: 445c48

>>179267
And by "Swim" I mean "Walk along the bottom of the sea and then get back up again".

And I second parts 1,2, and 3 of
>>179251
but especially the female part.
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No. 179270 ID: 275a5d

>>179269
He probably could, but I don't want to think of how that water will react with his furnace, and the going would be incredibly slow.
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No. 179272 ID: 62e39c

Having Keddic pose as our master is a good short-term idea, but devastating in the long run. Keddic might be cued in to our deception so far. I mean if we can fake being his servant then we could fake being someone else's servant! Any achievements would also be claimed by Keddic whether he wants it or not.

No I say we go on acting like and being two very, very eccentric and magically gifted individuals. If people start running in fear then just pretend we don't care or notice.

Even so I say we let Keddic take the lead in finding a transport. He knows the area, he has a far better idea of what a gold mark is worth and he isn't a massive metal colossus.

Even so we should make sure to buy Keddic a good civilized meal and let him have some rest. If he is starting to go a bit pale then maybe he was pushing himself too hard in order to impress. "While we're in town why don't you get yourself a good meal my friend? Have to keep hale and hearty for the adventures ahead!"
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No. 179274 ID: 275a5d

>>179272
I concur.
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No. 179275 ID: d3dfb8

>>179270
>>179269
Also we wouldn't be able to find our way. We could just end up on some other continent.
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No. 179277 ID: 716eb0

We have a lady, she's just still dead and far away.
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No. 179281 ID: e31d52

>>179277
Kyorto x Arkus otp
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No. 179284 ID: d1210a

>>179267
I have never braved the waters, nor have I memories of Soul Graves involving water, so I have no idea if I could simply rely on my weight and march across the seabed or not.... or if my soul furnace would be quenched.

>>179251
>>179272
>>179274
"Come, let us seek out some transportation, I'd rather be on my way swiftly. ..Hm, I wonder if I could procure the services of an inventor, Whilst on this jaunt for artillery grade revolver schematics, Oh, and that Steam Golem you mentioned, it-"
"
"HAH! Well, if we plan to see all that, then we will simply have to travel to... Golgan, that was it. Yes, Professor Gialgorra actually owns one of the larger islands, complete with it's own port and a few towns. Plenty of inventors, too, all enthused with the professor's work. So, to Golgan?"

"To Golgan."

We turn the corner about the tall alehouse, and several people suck in tense breaths as a Soul Grave abruptly becomes visible. I pay it no mind, asking Keddic further questions about the island of Golgan whilst we walk, thoroughly ensconced in my role as mage Mordre. Keddic eventually makes his way to a massive tavern next to the piers, with massive doors wide enough for people and freight alike. I manage to follow Keddic inside, and through all this I note that no one has commented on Moss' presence at my side, a curious change of pace.

The conversation inside the tavern, the Groggy Pirate as the sign outside proclaimed it, dies as we enter, all eyes turning to our odd trio. Keddic and I both pay it no mind with Moss tagging along behind me without any concern for the attention, and I stop as Keddic squares his feat and bellows out some cheerful conversation to the entire tavern.

"Well, GOOD DAY to you all, I am Sir Keddic Harksburton the Fourth, and this is the Soul Grave is under the control of my esteemed colleague the Mage Mordre. NOW, we seek passage to Golgan Island, the home of Professor Gialgorra, and time is a concern to us. SO, who among you would like to turn a quick profit for a four hour journey on what looks to be a fine day with such steady winds and low waves?"

For a moment, no one seems to respond, trying to process all the oddity of our party. But some in the room heard the critical portions of Keddic's announcement, and discarded the rest.

"Oy, I'm sailing back to Golgan today, and my boat could fit you. Let's talk while I finish my meal, eh?"

At that, several other voices begin to clamor, now that they realize there is money to be made, but it is too late, Keddic is already walking to the man's table, and I carefully work my way over, thankful the tavern is still built on bedrock along the shore rather timber. I think of Keddic's lightened skin, and his need to catch his breath when we arrived, on make a polite suggestion that is also tailored to make the old man we now join more inclined to believe I am a mage controlling this golem from afar.

"Oh yes, Keddic, do try some of the local cuisine, As much as you want, my treat. Just one thing, Let me know which meals seem noteworthy, So I can try them if I'm ever in the area.... I have to admit, some of those dishes look quite delightful!"

Keddic shoots me a quick glance, which instants later transitions into his normal jovial laughter and cheer.

"HAH, I'll take you up on that offer, indeed I shall!"
Keddic involves himself at bellowing orders for half a dozen different meals, and takes his seat beside the old man.
"So, you said your boat could take us? And that you will be returning today, was that not so?"

"Yeah, now, let's talk price, why should I take something as dangerous as a Soul Grave... no matter who or how it be controlled, that is a rare type of golem, and can stay with a man's reputation. Ain't like they're that many. Not sayin' I won't take ya, and make no mistake I sail fast, we'll be there before the day is done if ya ship with me, but still, you said there was profit to be made, so name your offer, I'll tell ya if it's worth the trouble of taking a Soul Grave. ...Pfeh, lucky my ship's even here, most don't have decks hardy enough to hold something that heavy, with it's weight all on it's feet like that, no spread."

Keddic turns to me at the old man's words, already grabbing a tankard of ale from a passing server, and gratefully draining the pint in on long pull before speaking.

"Well, it is your money, my friend, I won't speak for you without being asked to. What do you think, about this... I'm sorry, what was your name?"
"Captain Fragellus."
"Right, what do you think of what Fragellus here has to say?"


What should I say or do?
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No. 179290 ID: e31d52

>>179284
We have a thousand gold marks. We need to travel there, buy a revolver, and travel back. Assuming the meal costs only a few marks...

I'd say 150, both ways. 300 total for our good man. Double the offer if he says no, for we're in a hurry.
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No. 179294 ID: d3dfb8

>>179290
How about we ask what his fare for normal people is before we start throwing money at him.
I say triple his regular fare for both the golem and Moss with normal for fare for Keddic.
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No. 179350 ID: 275a5d

>>179290
We have no idea the real weight of our currency here, and given that 200 duran marks was considered a ludicrous sum as far as Ozmand's disciples were concerned, I'm gonna have to echo that 300-600 marks there and back is just going a little to crazy with our currently limited funds.

Assuming it's 10 or less for a normal round-trip, we quadruple/quintuple the going rate.

Assuming up to 50, we treble it.

Assuming up to 100, we double it.

Assuming more than that, I say he's taking us for idiots, because no way a boat-ride in good conditions is worth significantly more than 100 head of steer or so.
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No. 179353 ID: 275a5d

Actually, nevermind, say this:

"He makes a fair point, and I do not mind paying the extra costs for shipping difficult cargo such as my golem...however, I profess, thanks to my physical condition, I do not travel abroad often, and I have never sailed. As such, I have little concept of what a fair price would be for his services. What say you, on this matter? Do you know the going rates?"
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No. 179360 ID: 716eb0

The man said he is making a return journey, is he even avaliable for a round trip?
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No. 179365 ID: 275a5d

>>179360
Yeah, thats part of the reason I said to ignore my last post.
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No. 179375 ID: 427807

>>179353
This seems most appropriate.
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No. 179518 ID: d1210a

>>179350
>>179353
>>179375
""He makes a fair point, and I do not mind paying the extra costs for shipping difficult cargo such as my golem... However, I profess, thanks to my physical condition, I do not travel abroad often, and I have never sailed. As such, I have little concept of what a fair price would be for his services. What say you, on this matter? Do you know the going rates?"

"Well, if it were just three passengers, a gold each would likely cover it, if there was spare room, for such a short journey-"

"Ay, and that's as may be fer normal folk, but there be both weight restrictions fer the golem, and the troubles that come from carrying it. With those factored in, and how much extra weight you'll put on my boat even without cargo."

"...And our fine potential Captain Fragellus here has the right of it, there is no way he could avoid being associated with us, and more specifically with you and your Soul Grave, just for accepting us. ...And you do represent several tons of possible cargo, in terms of weight."

"Ay, 'tis why I'm asking fer a hundred marks for the lot of you, and I'll bring you to Golgan and back, so long as you don't plan to stay for weeks on the island."

"a hundred marks, are you joking? That is-"
"That is to cover both the irregularity of the cargo, and to guarantee that I ask you no questions... and more importantly, answer none after you leave. My gut tells me that you are the sorts where other people like to know what you do, so I make my price high as guarantee you don't have to worry about flapping jaws bringin' ya trouble from my end."

"Still, the price is more than slightly preposterous, you even said you are traveling there, why I.."

Keddic and Fragellus begin to bicker back and forth about the price, until the first of several plates of food begins to arrive for Keddic, who puts aside his debate to begin wolfing down the assorted foods with the diligent focus on eating I usually see only in career soldiers, his food practically vanishing before him. With Keddic so occupied, Fragellus turns to me.

"It's your money, do you take my offer or not? As you see, I've finished my own meal, so if you want to avail yourself of my ship, tell me now."


What should I say? And should I try to modulate the price further before accepting, or should I seek out a different captain to bring us to Golgan Island?
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No. 179519 ID: d3dfb8

>>179518
100 gold?
Not a problem.
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No. 179520 ID: e31d52

I'm half a mind to have a ribbon ALMOST SLAY HIM, then the following:
"GODDAWMN CATS! *hiss* ILLIA!"
Pause.
"My many apologies, my good man, there are many, many delicate parts to this golem, you see, and it's quite possible for it to... slip up."

Withdraw the ribbon.

"Now, I'm a man on the hurry, and I unhderstand the issues with me coming on your craft. However, there's very little stopping an... accident with my golem once we make it back to this shore and me taking back all the gold, eh wot, so I'd like you to please consider 50 gold as the price. We're all reasonable men here, are we not?"
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No. 179522 ID: a594b9

>>179520
...uh, I don't really think that's such a great idea.

How about instead, we suggest that our presence on board might be useful. We can use Magnetomancy to assist the crew with various activities. That would make the trip there and back safer, saving him from possible losses.
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No. 179525 ID: bcf25c

A hundred marks for both is reasonable, considering the weight of a golem, coupled with what they're carrying on board, metal for eating, etc.
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No. 179533 ID: 6834bc

>>179518
Why don't we give him a little extra? Say, 110?
He makes a fair argument, and we are going to be inconveniencing him twice (assuming this is going to be a round trip.)

Besides, we'd come of as a little more generous, and that would help our image. I really doubt the other patrons here are actively trying to ignore the conversation.
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No. 179553 ID: e31d52

>>179522
"Perhaps, maybe, I could offer some services to you in exchange for a lowerted cost? One of the golem's functions stores kinetic energy, so I would not mind having it moving about and assisting in some way. I can channel some basic magnetomancy through it, and woebetide ANYONE who attacks you while I'm on board, eh?"
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No. 179569 ID: 427807

100 gold is fine. Bwahaha!
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No. 179591 ID: 290314

"Here, 200 marks for the round trip. We may be returning with a bit.. extra cargo bit I am sure this will cover any expenses you may incur."
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No. 179596 ID: d1210a

>>179519
>>179522
>>179533
"How about one hundred ten gold for us, Captain? I think it more than fair for the service you shall be providing, So I see no reason to not pay you well. So then, once my good man Keddic here is done eating, Perhaps we could be off, eh? But no rush, to be sure!

Keddic and Fragellus alike look shocked, but ultimately Keddic simply grins and keeps eating incredible amounts of food, feasting with abandon, while captain Fragellus grimaces at the bustle of talk that begins at my words spread throughout the tavern, before he nods.

"Done and done, then, I'll take you to Golgan Island."

After Keddic takes some time to eat his fill, gorging himself on stupendous piles of edibles, Fragellus takes turns frowning at Moss and I alike, before he speaks to me.

"I'll be wantin' half up front, uh, mage Mordre."

I count out fifty five golden marks of assorted origins, and the eyes in the room glue upon the hefty bag I drew them from, likely considering the possible wealth held within. But none seem interesting in action, considering what carries the loot they might otherwise target. Keddic completes his meal in piece, and I leave a mark as payment and tip alike for his feast. My dual acts of generosity seem to have been well noted, and I see several people already talking as we make our way to the pier. Fragellus leads us to a large trading vessel, with a wide, plated deck, already loaded with considerable cargo. When I step aboard, the vessel sinks only a little bit deeper in the water, large enough my weight isn't a pressing concern. Moss and Keddic alike leap spryly aboard, and after the captain calms his crewmen, we set off, the ship slowly sailing out as ropes are tossed free, masts are unfurled and people run everywhere about the ship. The steady breeze and clear waters, combined with sails that shortly snap taut as wind fills them, leads to a surprisingly fast cruise in such a widely hulled ship. We cut through the waters, dodging about the two nearest islands, before heading on to a third, closer to the massive, miles high super-storm that seems to cover all the ocean. No matter where I peer, the storm is present, so long as no considerable land mass is about. Strange, I wonder why such a thing would be there out at sea, yet not about the archipelago or the continent itself? Such thoughts cross my mind as we sail, and the sun eventually begins to set.

As light fades we come to our port of calling, Golgen Island. There is bustle everywhere I look, people rushing about, contraptions visible here and there that I can only guess at the purpose of. As Fragellus steers us into port, I hop off along with Keddic and Moss, as the captain reminds us that he'll be here for another two days, should we still want that return journey. So, I am now in the docks section of Golgan Island's main port.... and Keddic looks a bit confused.

"Oh blast, those crafty blighters built so many new things about the place, I can't recall anything of use for navigation.... well, is there a particular place we want to go in a relatively large port town? They have amenities and inventors aplenty, gunsmiths and blacksmiths too, but Professor Gialgorra isn't here. He lives deeper into the island, past a tiny settlement or two.... or so it was last time I was here. So, preferences?"

We are getting some strange looks, it is true... but not half so many as I had expected, without any explanation being offered for a Soul Grave's presence. It... is a bit unsettling, to be treated as... normal.


What should I say or do?
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No. 179601 ID: e31d52

>>179596
"As a golem enthusiast, my first concern is the steam golem, and second, anthing that I can stick on this thing that might be handy in a battle. Keddic, I daresay I wasn't much of a man of action before, but my, it truly stirs my old heart!"
Pause.
"B-but not nearly as much as you do, Illia!"
Chuckle nervously.
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No. 179627 ID: 275a5d

We have two days, and there is no rush. Spend a few hours taking in the sights. Active observation can only increase our knowledge of what can be gained here that may be useful.

Try to find the revolver schematics, first, then it's a tossup between finding the best local engineers, or visiting this Professor Gialgorra. OR looking for engineers on the way to Gialgorra's, if its past several settlements.
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No. 179628 ID: 427807

We might as well visit a blacksmith or weaponsmith and buy some fancy-shmancy technological shit while were here. After that we visit Professor Gialgorra about his machine
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No. 179812 ID: d1210a

>>179601
Thoughts on a turn of phrase to further humanize myself cross my mind, but I restrain myself as I realize I have portrayed Illia as a servant, and such words would seem odd coming from said maid's master... or so my impression of human society had gone.

>>179627
>>179628
With my mind still consumed with curiosity as to what this 'revolver' is that I have heard mentioned, I decide that we shall simply see the sights, with the goal of getting revolver schematics for my cannon (and possibly other trinkets) before worrying about the Steam Golem. Besides, in these wandering, an inventor might be found.

"I must say, these revolvers you mention sound interesting,
So why don't we wander the area, and see what we can find."[/code]
"A bit of evening shopping, eh? Always fun at a port town like this. Alright, so, you want to see revolvers? Ah, we simply need to follow the smell...."

Keddic takes the lead in navigating despite his earlier protestations, and as the docks fade away we sink into a collection of interconnected buildings and shops, proud tinkers and smiths showing their wares. Again, I am struck by how little remark is made about a Soul Grave's presence, but that thought is struck away by the sheer liveliness of the place, which seems to be one massive bazaar. Past displays of mechanical toys and other luxury goods of a metallic nature, and right on into rifles and pistols alike. It is strange to see only one shop selling swords, axes, and other conventional personal arms, but the sheer... and I see what looks like an officer's pistol, yet wrought all in metal and neatly engraved, resting in a store window. I likewise note some sort of cylinder housed within the gun, one that appears designed to rotate...

"And here, we have a fine example of a well made, yet ultimately unnecessarily gaudy revolver. By loading shells complete with gunpowder into the chambers within that central cylinder, continuous fire is achievable, as each shot cycles to the next in line. ....Well, here are revolvers aplenty, of all types, prices, and such... hm, but I cant really picture any knowing much about revolvers quite.... large enough for what you need. Hmm..."

Keddic seems somewhat unsure where to take queries for artillery scale revolver schematics, already asking a few of the merchants vending outside and being shot down with puzzled looks. I note that most of the shops visible about here look reasonably wealthy, and that most have sidled up to their windows to get a good look at the Soul Grave.... but otherwise, do not seem to react. People move about the bazaar with purpose, but many take a moment to get a good look at me. I imagine I could hail nearly any one of them without issue, or try to speak with some of the shopkeepers instead of the street vendors and customers.


What should I do?
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No. 179820 ID: 275a5d

>>179812
Consider that these are bazaar stores, not workshops. They simply vendor the goods they recieve. What you want to find is who designed and manufactures this weapon-type.

Hail the owner of the shop. Request the name and location of the individual who supplies him with the least gaudy, most functional revolver-designs he sells.

Also, ask how much they are bought for.
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No. 179821 ID: e31d52

>>179820
This, very much.
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No. 179822 ID: 427807

>>179820
Lets also see if theres any other cool looking techno-gadget we could try to implement upon ourselves before we find a maker of schematics. we should know exactly what we want, in terms of schematics, before we talk to someone about making them
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No. 179825 ID: d3dfb8

>>179820
This.
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No. 179867 ID: d1210a
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179867

>>179820
>>179821
>>179822
>>179825
Reasoning that, to find someone who either would possess or have the ability to make large scale revolving mechanisms for me to replicate, I'd have to track down one of the manufacturers, that these stores vend. I approach the shop I have been standing before, with dozens of intricate pieces on display, hoping to pick up some useful trinket while finding out who supplies this shop. I am rapidly approached by a shop-keep who seems intent on gaining Keddic's attention, likely assuming me to be his golem, when I preemptively address her.

"Excuse me, I happen to be looking for a few things: First, I am hoping to find some suitably capable weapon(s), With which to arm some select few apprentices, officers.... You know, something to help them keep up with this golem, eh? Ah, but beyond that, I happen to seek someone to commission, As I need a rather.... enormous, actually, revolver designed... So, can you help with either of those?"

The shop-keep looks flabbergasted, but a voice from the shop seems to dispel her confusion the moment it is heard.

"Girl, get back inside, tend to the other customers."

As the shop-keep flees, a tiny, wrinkled old woman pokes her head out the door, scowling at me.

"...That big fellow over there one of yours?"

"Who, Keddic? Indeed, I supp-"

"Right, hold that thought."

The old woman vanishes into the shop for a time, before she returns with yet another worker tagging along, carrying a large oak box in his arms, clearly of considerable weight. The old woman flicks the lid of the box open, revealing two massive pistols, age and polish both gleaming on their surface. ...If I had to guess, no normal person would even be able to hold such a pistol, not without magical assistance, they are simply too large.... though, they seem just right for Premen hands, now that I think on it.

"These were made by a mage turned gunsmith that I bought this shop from. Forged of Blue steel, and runes are worked into the decorations. Basically, any shot loaded in it needs no gunpowder, or anything, just load and fire. Mage-gunsmith made a press, also Blue steel, to mold more shells with, that goes with the two pistols. Well made, and took down a barn and boulder with equal ease when they were demonstrated. You being the magely sort, I am sure you could appreciate such fine craftsmanship as this.... in fact, I was hoping you'd appreciate it so much I tell you which of all the metal workers here has had the most experience with military contracts, and has made all manner of weapons big and small, and has managed to keep closed lip about it.... to everyone except an old friend and longtime business partner. So, what do you think of an old ladies hopes.... to get six hundred marks for the set, the two pistols and the mold?"

Keddic has not yet noted my conversation, and as I glance over I note he still seems to be having no luck finding someone to forge what we need.

....Six hundred marks would put our remaining funds (discounting 55 gold set aside for the fair back to the mainland) to two hundred and ninety marks, and is significantly less than the thousand I started this venture with. Coupled with the still elusive nature of the artillery upgrade I seek, I wonder about this situation.... but the metal worker she mentioned sounds absolutely ideal for what I would ask, and in all likelihood would be my best bet for getting what I want.

.....Still, with the price that steep, I might want to look for a second best anyway....


What should I say or do?
Should I ask the shopkeeper anything, or attempt to haggle the price down?
Should I call over Keddic?
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No. 179868 ID: 8276a0

I would like to quickly note that if we -do- find the Professer, he should be able to make these items without us paying for them. Just a note.
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No. 179870 ID: e31d52

>>179867
Press + Morphis steel = LULZ

I'm up on the deal.
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No. 179871 ID: a594b9

>>179867
Haggle. For one, Keddic is not a gunman. It would take time before he was proficient in the use of these pistols. Leverage the fact that Magnetomancy would be able to counter them. Also tell her that although Keddic could indeed handle their size, but there are no other augmented humans in your employ. If Keddic leaves your employ for whatever reason, the guns would be unusable.
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No. 179882 ID: 716eb0

>>179871
Are you *intending* to tell a half-truth here? I can't tell.


Nevertheless, haggling here IS a must. We desire the woman's information more than her product, and we have much to offer beyond simple monitary compensation. We do, after all, have a large supply of powerful ranged weaponry without the need for gunpowder at our disposal already. Much as I hate to go off side-questing for alternative funding while we are on a schedule, it may be our only option.
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No. 179883 ID: d1210a

>>179871
[What price should Mordre counteroffer?]
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No. 179884 ID: e31d52

>>179883
Five hundred. Possibly 450.
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No. 179886 ID: a594b9

>>179883
400, I say.
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No. 179891 ID: 62781c

>>179883
That depends upon the shopping paradigm in the city. If it's standard haggling, something as low as 50 or 100 would work, with plans to meet somewhere in the middle; if it's expected that the first counteroffer will be serious, then something like 400 would be best. Perhaps we've picked up enough about the way things work here from hearing the talk in the markets...?
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No. 179893 ID: d3dfb8

>>179891
This. More information is required before we may make an informed decision.
Stop throwing our money away, people.
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No. 179896 ID: d1210a

>>179868
>>179870
>>179871
>>179882
>>179886
I find myself more than simply intrigued by the weapons, considering thoughts of casting morphic shells for the pistols.... at my best guess, the muzzle of each is some 40 millimeters in diameter, if that shot were to expand to one hundred times that in mass and have it's volume swell along with it, I could be looking at hand-held heavy cannons....

I simply must have them.

"Well, if this were sized for normal hands, I might consider the purchase at such a price, But Keddic there is the only one so large, And as he is free to come and go as he wills, What would make these useful when he is not present? Besides, the man isn't even a gunman, You see the sword on his back as well as I, So I would have to worry about him being retrained. No, I think a more reasonable price would be-"

>>179891
>>179893
I am about to offer some four hundred marks, when I reflect on what little I have heard thus far in people bartering, they have had rather dramatic price fluctuations, with the haggling process being a huge part of the sales. I decide to amend my offer as I speak it.

"-eighty marks, I should think. After all, with their over-sized nature, They are rather cumbersome, And having to cast our own shells, oh! I shan't imagine how tedious 'twould be."

The old twists her face up again, as she paces in front of the box. She can smell a sail.

"Oh, but that would simply be nothing, compared to how much it cost just to keep these maintained over the years. Test firings every season, to make sure they still perform, and appraisal to make sure the enchantments are not waning, nor the barrels warping. With such laborious ministrations over these fine pieces of work, I couldn't part with them for less than five hundred marks."

I see the glint in her eye, and note the hundred mark price drop:

The haggling is upon us.


What should my counteroffer be, and what should I say(bonuses for writing up haggling reasoning)?
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No. 179898 ID: e31d52

>>179897
think on the applications of these with Morphic steel! We could use them as SEIGE WEAPONS, holdable and transportable by a single premen!

Raise the price to 100 marks, ruminating on the possibility of only these two being destroyed or lost in battle. Further mention that, heck, given time and the right people, we might be able to make them ourselves.

Also: What if we stick a smaller version of the skyfall cannon rune on them?
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No. 179905 ID: 716eb0

"You are correct in believing that I would be interested in such things, but unfortunately you are too correct. I currently oversee a research facility dedicated to the production of magically enhanced hand guns, free from the restrictions of both gunpowder AND bullet forming, based on the technology used in siege golems such as the one through which we are speaking. I may need to see a demonstration before I am sure that they will be useful as anything more than collector's pieces, and in any case, I do not doubt that my team will someday match whatever these pieces are capable of, though perhaps in not so elegant a form."


And later, after haggling: "As I said, my purpose here is more aimed at arranging for a custom order, and potentially setting up for long-term contractual work, if I am pleased with the results. I would be most grateful if you could put me in contact with your friend."
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No. 179907 ID: e31d52

>>179906
yeah man, keep the morphic research on the down low!
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No. 179909 ID: c65457

>>179905
Why are you giving out so much information?
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No. 179910 ID: c65457

"Ah yes I understand what you mean. I have encountered weapons such as this on before and know of the difficulties in maintaining them and now that I think about it why should I pay so much when I could acquire similar resources elsewhere, I say.... 200 marks"
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No. 179911 ID: a594b9

>>179896
Would not we have to perform the same maintenance? Plus, with such fine craftmanship such as this, how would we repair them if they were damaged?

200.
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No. 179917 ID: 716eb0

>>179909
...If you are really concerned, I suppose you could leave out the part about the research being golem based, because that IS an identifiable detail. But we have hardly been secretive about the Arcanoworks before, and it makes for a very strong argument. We really DON'T need these things, after all.

It also helps establish just who the hell we are, and how active we are in golem research, since we havent even told this lady we are a mage yet.
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No. 179924 ID: 428cd8

>>179911
This
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No. 179930 ID: 8276a0

>>179896
Bob, do we get a bonus if we note the 'sail/sale' error, or do we get a penalty?
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No. 179969 ID: d1210a

>>179898
Thoughts of the usefulness of these pistols as siege weapons, particularly with the influence of Morphic fluid to make the projectiles larger, continue to fill my head. Hand held siege weaponry, capable of turning any soldier into a walking siege weapon... I can think of many reasons to desire these, beyond their immediate usefullness. I also consider the Skyfall cannons, and thoughts of whether their trick of lightning, molten metal and magetic invisibility could be added to these pistols. I am thankful I have no true face, or this merchant would see me smile in determination to gain these goods... and the info I seek.

>>179905
>>179910
>>179911
"You are correct in believing that I would be interested in such things, but unfortunately you are too correct. I currently oversee a research facility dedicated to the production of, well, Magically enhanced hand firearms, free from the restrictions of both gunpowder AND bullet forming; So why would I pay so much for something that does less than what I produce? You spoke of maintenance: would not we have to perform the same maintenance? Plus, with such fine craftmanship such as this, how would we repair them if they were damaged? 100 marks, since you will no longer have to care for the weapons."

"Well, I'll admit the maintenance isn't as bad as I made it out, just periodic assessments of the runes to make sure they don't warp, and making sure the barrels stay properly aligned, and that is fine and well that you have your own laboratory, where you can tinker away with your own weapons, but these are still a completely unique set of firearms, no others like them. With mass produced goods, someone might figure out some sort of flaw, or workaround, makes the thing less useful: Only one person knows how these were put together, and he certainly wouldn't be blabbing. Four hundred fifty gold, for the security of knowing you'll catch foes unaware."

"I may need to see a demonstration before I am sure that they will be useful, In any form other than being a collector's piece. No matter how unique, if it cannot measure up to the more... practical weapons I make...."

"Oh-ho, afraid the gold and filigree mean these trinkets can't deliver? Right then, come with me."

The old women leads me around the back of her shop, and I see Keddic spot my retreating form and sidle over to join me. He looks abourt to ask a question, but his eyes alight on the oversized pistols, and he snaps his mouth shut. After we finish rounding the storefront, a massive, oft-cracked boulder juts from the earth, as tall as I and thrice as wide. At her urging, the burly store-keep trailing along with the guns and mold alike carefully sets down that which he carries, before carefully hoisting one of the pistols, slipping a smooth metal ball down the barrel. Bracing himself as carefully as he can and with both hands wrapped about the grip, the shop-keep pulls the trigger, aiming at the boulder.

The rock heaves, a hole larger than a torso blasted into it as shards of stone flit through the air... and I note the hole penetrates some three feet into the stone, an impressive feat to be sure.... and I also note the shop-keep sprawled on the ground, blown back by the recoil of the weapon he employed. The wrinkled woman again appears before me, somehow not bothering with the space in between and simply materializing at my side.

"Solid granite, and a single shot penetrates some four feet, with plenty of damage to the surrounding material. This is a miniaturized cannon, make no mistake, and that's why I'm asking four hundred seventy marks for it."

>>179930
[BONUS: Further price reduction via haggling.]
"I am fairly certain the last offer you made was for it to be sold at four hundred fifty, not four hundred seventy. And the last offer I had made was one hundred marks, but I suppose, given it's effectiveness..... I could go as far as two hundred marks for them."

The old woman looks equal parts exasperated and irritated.

"Now, that's as may be that I forgot what my last offer was, and had a terrible slip of the tongue, but what would warrant me selling these for anything less than four hundred twenty?"

I note she seems somewhat less amiable now: I should endeavor to pair any further haggling with well-phrased reasons for price reduction, lest this cease being so cordial.


What should my response be, and what should my next price offer be (the haggling may be drawing to a close soon)?
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No. 179970 ID: e31d52

>>179969
*impressed whistle*
"Color me impressed, my fine lady. The speed and... power of that is indeed impressive. You indeed drive a hard bargain, and I find it hard to find a reason to attempt to lower the price any further. 400 as agreed. Now, about that man you told me of?"
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No. 179974 ID: 445c48

>>179970
++

also shoot the boulder with your cannon just because
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No. 179975 ID: c65457

>>179970
I love this.
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No. 179985 ID: a594b9

>>179969
A front-loaded pistol? Loading it in that manner is not quick. A revolver would be fantastic if it did this sort of thing.

Let's go for 400 and end it.
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No. 179991 ID: 2aaaf1

>>179969
>>179970
>>179974
"An impressive sight, I must admit. You've got me madam, I've absolutely got to have these. Your price is fair and your crafts are impeccable, four hundre-*Anti-golem shell fires* WHAT!!?? *rrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRREEEEEAAAAAAAAAOWWWWWWW* MAUSER, STOP MESSING WITH THE CONTROLS THIS INSTANT! *HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* ILLIA! GET. THIS. CREATURE. OFF. MY. GOLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMM! *barely audiable sound of liquid meeting paper* w-What are you... MY RESEARCH NOTES! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! [Illia: Awww~ did mr. Mauser go tinkle all over the grumpy old man's scribbles? Cmon now, lets go before he gets the cane.] Why do you take that foul beast's side, Illia?! I'LL GET YOU, YOU FUZZY FIEND! JUST WAIT UNTIL YOUR SAVIOR ISN'T THERE TO DEFEND YOU, JUST WAIT! *intense sobbing* oh keddic, this is going to set me back WEEKS! God help me, the blasted cat's urine is EVERYWHERE! I-i just... *sniffle* my work was all for nothing. *downtrodden monotone speech* I'm sorry about the rock... Four hundred gold marks it is. Could you point us in the direction of the smith that crafted these? *If possible, single /tear/ of soulfire leaks from our eyes and singes a piece of grass*"
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No. 179997 ID: a594b9

>>179991
wat
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No. 180001 ID: d3dfb8

>>179991
Excellent.
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No. 180006 ID: 62781c

>>179991
No. Ham is one thing, but this is utterly ridiculous.
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No. 180007 ID: c65457

>>179991
WHT?!?!?? This made me laugh but no.
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No. 180008 ID: 1ac39d

yeah, that's just too much.
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No. 180026 ID: d1210a
File 127433327132.jpg - (718.82KB , 842x1458 , Dimmond The Miner.jpg )
180026

>>179970
>>179974
>>179975
>>179985
Before Keddic can speak, I begin my reply. I say nothing about the horrendous recoil offered by the gun, already thinking of how Keddic (or indeed, most of the Premen) would have little issue with the device, and so I proceed with my purchase.

"Color me impressed, my fine lady. The speed and... power of that is indeed impressive. 'Tis true, the fact they are pistols and need front-loading, As well as their horrendous recoil are both... problematic, But as you said, uniqueness and power make up for much. I find it hard to find a reason to attempt to lower the price any further. 400 as agreed, and you drive a hard bargain. Now, about that man you told me of?"

"Money first, I'll tell you when you make the purchase."

I open my hand to reveal the heavy sack within my grasp, and start counting out marks, glad I chose to leave the small change of my wealth behind, as this transaction would likely take forever otherwise. In short enough order I have counted out some four hundred marks, and the shop-keep hands the oak box, with both pistols and the mold alike safely stored inside, over to Keddic, in addition to a wide leather belt with fixtures lining it's surface, each fitted with a single prepared shot, ready to be plucked free and dropped into a waiting barrel. The belt holds some forty two spheres all said and done, and I note Keddic look at me questioningly before strapping the belt on and tucking the oak box under an arm: His lack of holsters makes wearing the weapons difficult at the moment.

[The Twins Of Gavrock Purchased (with bullet mold, case and ammo belt)]
[-400 marks (545 marks left on hand, with 55 still pledged to the boat ride back)]

"...Okay. So, the gunsmith I mentioned is Dimmond, he was and still is a miner at heart, but long ago learned his knack for metallurgy could make him more money than any bit of picking away at the earth. So, now he lives on the south side of town, amongst the other manufacturers. Funny thing, he doesn't put up a shop sign, just a symbol of a big old pick-axe breaking open a wall, no text or anything. Tell him Calira sent you, he'll listen to whatever request you have.... oh, and no matter what other people may say, DO call him 'Dimmond the Miner,' most folk think he hates the name, and he works to make them think it, but he actually likes the name plenty. And don't worry about bothering him at night like this, he's.... not a morning person, and odds are good he'll still be awake. There, I gave you your information, and as I doubt you'll buy more, I'll ask you to kindly move away from my shop, no other customers have come near while you've been present."

With my new purchase safely housed in Keddic's grip and a possible gunsmith to help me with my modifications identified, I make my farewells alongside Keddic, Moss bowing alongside us much to the amusement of several children that had been staring from an alleyway in wonder at the creature, before darting off as they see my gaze turn towards them. I take a moment to orient myself, and head southward, Keddic already speaking.

"Well, I must say I think these are some rather wonderful pistols, if they pack such a punch, and I have little doubt several associated with you, myself among them, could use these rather.... fierce pistols without issue, but... forgive me, my friend, but I think you may have over-payed. They are nice, to be sure, but I think that shop-keeper.... Calira, she was still dropping her price quite easily, you likely could have pushed it lower. Still, a fine job, for what I suspect might have been your first time haggling for something, buying direct and all, could my guess be right?"

As Keddic's question hangs in the air, I spot the sign Calira mentioned, that of a pick-axe breaking down a wall, and near the open door. From within the shadowed building, the sounds of metalwork echo without pause... and a voice, gruff and clear, emanates from the dusky structure.

"Whaddaya want?"

An old, weathered man ducks his head outside, clad in simple workman's garb and covered in soot and grit, the source of the question. I note an old, double-headed pick in the man's hand.... and in the other, an axe-shaped wedge. If the man was surprised to see a Soul Grave or... whatever Moss is, he does not show it.


What should I say or do?
How should I respond to Keddic and the man alike?
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No. 180032 ID: e31d52

>>180026
"Yes, Keddic. My aplogies for that, but I'm sure I'll get the money's worth for these. In truth, I did not purchase them. I purchased the right to research them! I have every faith my boy Arkus will be able to pick apart their workings in less than a month! Imagine a WHOLE ARMY weilding these, my boy!" Laugh. "YOU'LL BE ABLE TOM SUNDER MOUNTAINS, no army nor fortress nor wall shall stand before you! A weapon, truly a weapon of MASS DESTRUCTION like this could turn the tide of battle with little but a small demonstration!" Laugh harder. "EVEN THE STATE ITSELF SHALL BOW BEFORE ME!"

Saving this to be used later.

Now, for our good man...

"Ah, be you Dimmond the miner? I come seeking knowledge on the fantastic innovation known as revolvers. Specifically for... this." point at the AG cannon. "I'm willing to pay quite a pretty penny for such an improvement." shake the bag of coins.
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No. 180036 ID: 62781c

>>180026
For Keddic:
"Perhaps you're right about the price. My wife used to say that I'd trade the shirt off my back for a cup of river water and count myself lucky afterward, you know. She look one look at my finances after we married and promptly took over. Good thing, too, I'd never have been able to fund... this..." Break off, presumably brushing aside a bad memory. "In any case, you're probably right. But they seemed quite impressive, and the chance to examine the design wasn't one I wished to pass up."
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No. 180206 ID: c65457

>>180036
>>180032
I'm giving Bob more work by telling him to combine these somehow.
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No. 180220 ID: 275a5d

>>180032
What? WHen did we do 180 heel-face-turn and go psycho usurper in the open?

I agree with the first few lines, but hte whole "I WILL TOPPLE THE STATE WITH AN ARMY OF RARGLBLARGLFSSHHH *Foam at mouth*" flies right in the face of everything we've been saying up to this point. I recommend omitting that little tidbit completely.
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No. 180222 ID: 275a5d

She told us to mention that Calira sent us, as well:

"Dimmond the miner, I assume? We've been attempting to requisition a design order, and an individual known as Calira recommended to us that we speak to you on the matter...

...after a modest amount of extortion, I might add.

My name is Mordre, and this jovial individual here is Sir Keddic Harksburton IV.

We're looking to requisition a Golem-scale design modification schematic, incorporating the loading mechanism of a revolver to a larger-scale weapon such as this. As you were the prime recommendation, would you be amenable to discussion?"
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No. 180245 ID: d1210a

>>180222
"You are Dimmond the miner, I assume? We've been attempting to requisition a design order, And an individual known as Calira recommended to us that we speak to you on the matter... ...after a modest amount of extortion, I might add. ANYWAY. My name is Mordre, and this jovial individual here is Sir Keddic Harksburton IV. ...Ah, don't mind Moss, the little blighter is harmless. Now, we're looking to requisition a Golem-scale design modification schematic, incorporating the loading mechanism of a revolver to a larger-scale weapon such as this."

I tap the Anti Golem cannon as the dour miner turned smith looks on.
"As you were the prime recommendation, would you be amenable to discussion?"

"...What is that, 140 millimeter?"

"Yes, that is so."

"Pop out a shell so I can get a look at it."

I comply without issue, letting the primed shell slowly slide out of the barrel, where it drops in Dimmond's waiting hands. He grunts as he begins inspecting it.

"Hrm.... double helix blades spiraled about it... guessing for greater spin on firing?"

"Also to make manipulating the shell as a drill via magic more viable."

"Magic isn't really my thing. ...So, a revolver-style chamber for your cannon? Okay, how do you make and place ammunition in the weapon now, and how does it fire?"

"This golem molds new shells in the barrel, Which are fired with magnetism, Soulfire, and the benefit of a vacuum pocket, Surrounding each projectile."

"...If the ammunition's generated and fired magically.... one, two days, not sure. Got to contact a friend, one of the few mages on this rock, bit of a golem enthusiast, if you want me to be sure the new design works. Do you want a working model to install into the golem, or just schematics of what the new design should be like? ....You know what, you don't have to answer now, I got to make at least one prototype anyway for this, so you can pick when you get here. ...Leave the shell with me, I need an example of the shell and magics involved for my work. I'm going to dispense with asking you to prove you have sufficient funds, as you did come here from Calira.... alright, like I said, a day, maybe two, not sure yet. Come back later."

And without any further comment, Dimmond the Miner, still cradling the edged shell of my Anti-Golem cannon, tromps back into his shop, not even bothering with a farewell. ...Social pursuits do not seem to interest him much, I note.

>>180032
>>180036
Standing outside Dimmond's shop, I finally respond to Keddic's earlier comment.

""Perhaps you're right about the price. My wife used to say that I'd trade the shirt off my back for a cup of river water, And I'd count myself lucky afterward, you know. ...Heh, She look one look at my finances after we married and promptly took over. Good thing, too, I'd never have been able to fund... this..."

My speech trails off as I let my form stand silent for a moment, before I resume speaking, hoping my attempt at a wistful tone is successful.

"....In any case, you're probably right. But they seemed quite impressive, and the chance to examine the design wasn't one I wished to pass up. In truth, I did not purchase these weapons: I purchased the right to research them! I do, after all, have an apprentice who still needs much study, So it seems only appropriate that I should bring some new puzzles for him to decipher. Must keep the mind sharp, after all! ...Besides, you saw how much punch these pack: Imagine what they could do, If one made rounds out of the morphic fluid, and made them trigger upon firing? Portable heavy siege implements come to mind at the thought."


Keddic nods in comprehension, but says nothing, his face clearly telling of his notice of my comment, and I observe him trying to give me space, possibly in commiseration of the fictitious loss: I make a mental note that I have now established part of my cover as being previously married to an individual with financial prowess who is now either dead or has left me. No name has yet been provided, but I came close to confusing my cover once before, and I would rather avoid such calamity in the future. The night wears on, with the moon high over head and the stars blotted out by the light of this sleepless port town. I have acquired a valuable trinket of magical origins, and I have commissioned a modification to my cannon, to be ready in a day or so. Originally, I came to this island for the prior reasons, as well as to track down an inventor to hire and see this Steam Golem Professor Gialgorra is crafting, though to my understanding his abode is some ways deeper into the island.


What should I do? Should I start moving towards my next objective, or should I try to find rooms so Keddic can rest over the night?
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No. 180252 ID: 275a5d

>>180245
He's gone some 4 days without sleep, and just because he CAN go for 1-2 weeks without, doesn't necessarily make it a pleasant experience.

Even normal humans don't necessarily REQUIRE sleep, but it's so hard-wired into their functions that they still go more than a bit loopy without it.

"Well, what say we take a night's rest, Keddic. On the morn, I think it would be good to check on this Gialgorra. Why, I can even look for some hired help in the settlements along the way!"
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No. 180258 ID: d3dfb8

>>180252
This. Tomorrow we look for a tinker. Afterwords we find this Gialgorra fellow with his steam golem. And possibly break it. Because lol.
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No. 180291 ID: 5e0979

>>180258
don't be a jackass and break the Professor's stuff.
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No. 180296 ID: 7c1d29

Just to remind you Mordre. Ensue that you tell the Premen to refer to you as Mage Mordre when speaking to other non-premen. Now that they are learning the common tongue, they might start blabbing about stuff. Though most could just right it off as them speaking about an intelligent mage rather than an intelligent Golem, you have mage type enemies/associates out there who might get a bit too interested.
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No. 180310 ID: ac44b1

Thought just occurred to me and anon friend that we could benefit from having 1 or 2 tinkerers from this isle on our payroll and back at the Arcanoworks. Just a thought.
Also I agree we need to let Keddic rest and also stop to collect our thoughts.
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No. 180422 ID: d1210a

>>180252
>>180258
"Well, why don't we see if we can find an abode for the night: After all, with our order already placed, all that's left is the Steam Golem, And ferreting out some possible inventors or tinkers to hire. All in all, things that can wait till morning."

"I can certainly work with that sentiment, HAH! Come, I saw one of the inns I stayed at when last I was here, on the way to Dimmond's place. I recall it as a fine establishment, perhaps we can return to it?"

"Lead the way."

Once more we traverse the twisted roads of this bustling port town with no name, with smoking chimney stacks and the howl of squealing metal to be heard all about. I get even less looks than I had before, though perhaps that is due to the progressive lateness of the night. I continue to ponder my relatively low-key presence on this island while Keddic finally comes to a stop before an old, heavy looking tavern, it's wood stained a soft brown. Doors larger than him bar Keddic's path, and he knocks thrice on a heavy brass ring adorning the door. A wispy old man opens the door, trembling slightly as he directs a gap-toothed smile at the giant bearded man before him.

"Ooh, master Harksburton, what a pleasant surprise. I haven't seen you in... oh, I'd say 'round six years. Well, it's good to see your face around these parts again."

"Haha, and it is good to see you too...."

As Keddic fumbles for the old man's name, I see his eyes drifting over towards Moss and I both, and I decide to speak.

"Greetings, I... or rather, I, the person controlling this golem, am the mage Mordre, here to see what the island has to offer, With Keddic here guiding me, having been here before. How do you do?"

If my capability to speak startled the old man, I missed it, as he continued to tremble ever so slightly in the door frame, smiling up at me, and after patiently waiting for me to finish speaking, he responds.

"Well, I am doing very well, thank you for asking, kind sir. Well, my pleasure to meet you, mage Mordre, you can call me Old Man Grumple, and welcome to my house. ...Hm, are you going to need a room?"

"Not for myself or my wooden companion, but for Keddic, yes I would. How much is it for a night and breakfast?"

"....Well, normally I'd say some fifty silver, with the amount good sir Harksburton eats... ah, but this is a good day, I get to see a familiar face. Tell you what, I'll put you up for free overnight, if you swap me some stories since last I saw you. How does that sound, master Harksburton?"

"Why... I'd be positively delighted! Well then.... I suppose I'll see you in the morning, will you be leaving the Soul Grave idle outside?"

"Indeed. I doubt any would try to steal it."

"HAH, true enough! Well, I shall see you on the morn, then!"

Keddic enters the building with the frail old man Grumple, and the door shuts behind them. I take up position beside the building.... and wait.

[DAY 86]

>>180296
I realize that as the Premen learn the common tongue, they shall need to be instructed to not address me as if I was.... well, me. They shall need to participate in my ruse, if I am to remain undetected. I shall need to broach this subject with them in the future.

>>180310
Much of my time spent 'asleep' is occupied with considerations of what could be accomplished with a skilled inventor at my disposal. There are limited metalworking facilities already within the Arcanoworks central tower.... though I still lack a proper blacksmith, so projects might be limited at the moment. Hm.... I suppose that means I'd need to seek out someone much like this Dimmond the Minor, to complement any inventor I aim to acquire.

Some time before dawn, my thoughts return to the creature I have seen twice now, the one I encountered first in the northern mountains, and once more in the Azelhaedran State, south of Trekel. ...I can't really get a bead on what it intends, or what it's goals are... or even if it has goals. As I finally refile the subject away as one of the many unresolved questions I am plagued with, I find myself thinking of Dulu. The only person to have evaded my wrath, and not just once, but twice, he has escaped my attempts to end his existence. ....As I recall, Balboa and Verther both knew Dulu.... but Daobo didn't, or so went the memories I claimed from each of the three when I devoured their souls. Verther had what I assumed was a master mage teaching him in the forest with him, the one Ugrokk discovered, who I had theorized was using Verther and the bandits as a cats-paw, in an attempt to covertly claim Del Rogo's magical axe, filled with the details of hundreds of powerful and influential people across the land.

...But Balboa and Daobo alike thought of a mage Weinsho as their master, and no thought of theirs considered him a Magnetomancer. Odds are good the two, Weinsho and the man in the woods thought to have taught Verther, are two separate individuals..... but Dulu makes them more than that. He spans a gap between them, connects them, and likely means there are two mages pulling the strings, if not more. ...I had already considered Dulu's escape even after his death was strange, but when I consider that Weinsho, a war hero from more than a decade ago, and this Magnetomancer both have an association with Dulu... thoughts of how he could have escaped flood my mind, I consider Soul magic, or some form of spiritual transportation... and find my actual facts lacking, leading me to abandon the train of thought. Still, I am plagued by considerations of just what form Dulu could take... when next I see him, until Dawn breaks....

And Keddic exits the inn, yawning as he contentedly smacks a belly.

"I cannot, and in fact will NEVER, find fault in Grumple's cooking. The man is a genius! Oh, and those walls are so thick, you can't even here the din of this town inside.... ah, this place is just like I remember it, Grumple himself being no exception. Well, I traded stories with him, slept and fed. So..... what now? You had mentioned wanting to look for an engineer or inventor or some such, and 'tis true we could likely find one here, but this is not the only settlement on the island. Further, it will take.... oh, half a day, I would reckon, to make it to Professor Gialgorra's abode from here, assuming we move... quickly. So what should we do first?"


How should I respond, and what should I do?
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No. 180429 ID: 445c48

Someone better at writing than me take a whack at this, this is just begging for some "Waking up Noises/Breakfast noises" ham and turkey, no cheese, I don't like cheese on my sandwiches.
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No. 180430 ID: 7c1d29

Wait for half an hour before you start doing anything. An old man rarely awakes at dawn unless accustomed to such feats.

After the necessary acting has taken place, suggest the trip to Gialgorra's place.
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No. 180439 ID: 716eb0

>>180430
Indeed. This was suggested some time ago, and now seems like the perfect time to pull it, since we are in no rush to be anywhere. Pretend not to be awake yet. Consider a distant meow in response to the question.

But we may be set to follow him if he wanders around town.
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No. 180444 ID: e31d52

*raow. Raow. Raow. Ra-*
Illia: Oh for goodness's sake you stupid cat, get away from that. Oh... Uhm, my apologies, sir, I shall, uh, awaken the master momentarily! R-right after I finish breakfast! Come along, Cuddles."
*Raow.*

Pause, sounds of cooking.

"Mmrff, what? He's awake already!? Oh, goodness, where does the morning go? Yes, Illia, yes, thank you again, you certainly earn your pay, yes, now leave me and keep an eye on the damn cat! Very good.

Alright, run startup."

Have the golem test out its limbs with small motions, uncurl the executioner slowly and recurl it, so on.

"Alright, we are green. Good morning, Keddic!"

*eating sounds*
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No. 180456 ID: 62781c

>>180444
I would actually prefer to use >>180439 in this situation and not respond to him at all. Yes, it's less developed, but not everything which reinforces our persona has to be dialogue of some variety. I suspect that simply acting as though no one is at the controls (and the audio input is off) would be far more effective than a fully fleshed out scene in this situation.

Besides, what maid and/or cat are able to use the master mage's greatest achievement, his remote golem interface, while he sleeps? (And no, the answer is not "ours".)
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No. 180461 ID: 7c1d29

>>180444
The problems I have with this is that a non-mage shouldn't be able to handle the Golem in any way. It's not like a computer where you fiddle around and stuff happens.
The other thing is that we have never run start-up like that before so doing it now would seem strange.
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No. 180467 ID: 445c48

I agree with just pretending we are not at the controls, and just following him around. Perhaps the occasional background meow and barking and such, and then in an hour we can assume direct control.
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No. 180469 ID: 5e0979

>>180422
Bob, I hate picking apart posts but if we can get bonus out of it feel required to ask - Dimmond the Minor is very young or just a Miner?

Anyway, I like >>180444 while adding 'Well, we should head up to visit this Professor fellow! Lead the way, my friend!'
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No. 180472 ID: 275a5d

>>180422
"*SNRGT*Wha-who...

*yawn*

Oh, yes, it is morning, isn't it...yes, I'm sorry, do give me a short moment...

*Sound of shuffling*

*distant, muted voices*"Sir Mordre, you're up early. Sure you don't need a bit more shuteye?"

"Oh, quite. Busy day, today. Bethany, would you be a dear and brew a pot of tea? Oh, and when Illia comes in..."

Cue the sound of light, tapping steps entering the room and a little tinkling bell. Purring sounds. More tapping steps and tinkling.

*Glass crashing*

*Mordre reenters after a moment*

"What in the-

MAUSER, you blasted feline, that had better not have been my inks-

...MY NOTES! OUT, OUT, YOU LITTLE GREMLIN!"

*Cat screeching, another glass shatters*

*Door slams*

"I swear, there has to be a spell to make that animal a little less dim...*SIGH* Alright, sorry for the wait. Needed a bit of a pick-me-up. If we're all set, then lets be off."

At some point along the travel (Early, near when we start), cue the maid coming in to bring tea, and clean up the shattered glass.
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No. 180478 ID: 5e0979

>>180461
What operating system does Mordre run on?
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No. 180485 ID: 7c1d29

>>180478
SoulFire - Pristine edition.
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No. 180503 ID: 62781c

>>180467
No background animal noises. The mage can turn off his audio input, and should have done so while he sleeps. The first thing we say in the morning should be whatever Mage Mordre would say after turning on his magical microphone equivalent.

>>180472
Must everything we do in support of our persona consist of endless bumbling and over-the-top exchanges involving our maids and cat? The whole thing would be much more effective as a subtle thread woven through everything we say than the occasional wacky interlude.
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No. 180504 ID: e31d52

>>180503
>>180469
>>180467
>>180461
Sorry, guys. We need a better description of what counts as HAM, as far as we know, delving into its power results in us looking like a buffoon.
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No. 180513 ID: 275a5d

>>180503
Not necessarily, but they are more fun to write.

Subtle, non-slapstick ham requires very appropriate circumstances, and while interspersing little bits of it throughout the thread would be a more effective read, its not easy to get it all to come together. Especially not without planning it out with other posters.

Although, if you have an idea, by all means, share. I retract my previous suggestion in lieu of this.
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No. 180566 ID: 5e0979

Note: I have no problem looking likea buffoon who has a rich dead wife, a over abundence of cats and maids, slight forgetfulness and a intrest in resarch, golems, and combat like a video game. THe reason I have no problem with this is it's -very- easy for us to break this mold if we need it. If we think someone is trying to affect our connection with 'us', we act asif it's working, while we kick ass. If they want to kill us, send us after some miserable punk we know and have them get killed - or send them after the premen with the note 'kill this poor fucker'. Seriously, the more 'foolish' we look, the bigger badasses we are.

Also, it's fun, and I thin Moredre likes it.
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No. 180580 ID: 5e0979

And as a side note, remember >>/questarch/162564? We have used 'other people can control us, or at least the cat can play with our controls and knock us over' before, so that's something we need to remember.

Are we gonna have to go back into our ham and see what's cannon and what's not now? Because that's gonna be time consuming.
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No. 180610 ID: d1210a

>>180469
[Good spot, Dimmond actually has an older brother by the same name, who you are now aware of beyond as a result of this catch. Dimmond the Major is, as his name would imply, a military officer, a Major, in service in the Warring States. The two get along, and exchange frequent letters.]

>>180429
>>180430
>>180439
I decide.... to do nothing, and act as if the golem is still awaiting direct control. After all, Keddic had earlier remarked on how often I was awake for an 'older individual,' so it seems only fair to play into that assumption. After waiting for a moment and hearing no response, Keddic tries querying me again, to no avail. Moss looks up inquisitively at this exchange, but I stay immobile. Finally, Keddic shrugs, and begins to make his way through town.

At which point I promptly begin following him.

Keddic turns about at my first step, but makes no other motion. He seems to be buying my presentation of being still bound to follow him, excellent. This should give me an exemplary chance to observe Keddic outside the presence of... well, me. With Moss tagging along behind me, we form a three deep line, traversing the town, and-

"Might I have a moment of your time, fine gentleman?"
>"Yeah, what is it?"
"I happen to be looking for inventors amenable to hire, perhaps you know where I could seek such individuals out?"
>"...Well, depending on the retainer, resources and prestige offered, could be near anyone would accept, could be no one."
"Well, what about people willing to make a name for themselves, to hone their skills in a distant land?"
>"Truth be told, that may be the case with most of the other islands, but this is Golgan island, the home of that Professor."
"And, what would that have to do with the availability of tinkers and such?"
>"Well, for one, housing is dear on Golgan, so it's harder to find someone willing to budge, as they likely went through a good bit of effort to get the place."
"An understandable concern, but that would not restrict everyone, my good man!"
>"True, but the second bit does: Professor Gialgorra put out an offer, oh, bout three months ago, of ten thousand marks, all in gold, for anyone who could bring a golem that could trump his one built without the aid of magic. Anyway, so far no one's been able to thump it, the pot's grown to... eh, thirty thousand marks, last I heard... and more importantly for you, most of the amenable inventors here, hiring-wise, already got jobs with those who came for the challenge earlier. ....Hope your challenge goes well, haven't heard of any Soul Graves goin' up against the professor's Steam Golem yet, so best o' luck."
"What? Oh, no, this is my friend Mordre's golem, not mine."
>"That's as may be. ...Well, there's probably still some inventors at Gialgorra's place, holding out for a better job by waiting for more important visitors... they could be your bet... or there could be some still lurking about normal-wise, but I wouldn't really know."
"I see, thank you for your assistance."
>"Ayup."

Keddic spends some half hour more searching, the whole while still carrying the oak box with the Twins of Gavrock within, but finds similar results: Most inventors interested in work elsewhere have already either left, or are waiting at Gialgorra's. After one particular exchange, I decide it is time to 'awaken'. I decide that being accidentally triggered by a maid or cat will have to wait until another morning.

>>180472
>>180513
>>180566
"-nk it's such a big undertaking, I'm just asking you to keep Mauser out. But the poor cat loves to play with you, maybe jus- NO! I've had this conversation with Illia, just keep the cat OUT, alright Bethany? I'll try sir, but that cat... I know, I know, now please find Illia, I find my throat parched.... Ah."

Now is the moment I finally begin moving my form independently, turning my head about as I 'take in my surroundings', before turning back to Keddic.

"..Ah, good morning to you Keddic, how are you?"

"Well enough, well enough! A night's rest and two hardy meals have me feeling chipper again, I must say!"

I begin flexing my limbs and twisting about the Sable Executioner, in emulation of someone doing a morning stretch.

"...Ok, everything checks out, good. ...I'm terribly sorry about the delay, But I needed a bit of a pick-me-up.... You know those kind of days..."

"Ha, indeed I do. Well, I've been looking into inventors this morning, and I've found out two things: Most inventors willing to be hired away have already been hired, and that the remaining ones are at Gialgorra's place... though they may have some rather high opinions of themselves, if they refused all offers so far. ...Still, I can't help but shake the feeling that some of the people I asked definitely knew an inventor, here in this town, that would want a job... could be my gut, or just as likely, pointless conjecture."

"Offers? For wha... one moment.. thank you, Illia. *sip*.... ahhh. Now, what was that you said about offers?"

"Apparently, Gialgorra got his golem up and running, and has been spending his time getting.... well, field data, same as you. He put out a reward for anyone who could beat the thing, and so far no one's won. Certainly sounds interesting, wouldn't you say?"


What should I say or do? And what is our next step?
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No. 180623 ID: d3dfb8

>>180610
OH GOODIE!
This is going to be fun!
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No. 180632 ID: 275a5d

>>180610
"Hmm. Well, if you suspect they know an individual, then perhaps their reservations simply need a loosening of the tongue.

*Hand Keddic two marks*

We'll try once more here, with an incentive for the information. If that turns up nothing, then we'll be on our way.

Besides, if what you say is true, these inventors mulling around Gialgorra sound like the insufferable sort.

Oh, and regarding this field test...hmmhmm, it DOES sound intriguing. What was the reward you mentioned?"
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No. 180642 ID: 903f16

>>180610

"A challenge you say? This sounds absolutely delightful! Why think of the field data I could collect or that could be shared between us. The battle itself would be spectacular too, don't you think Keddic? Two titans, one born of magic against another of technology, fighting it out for supremacy. Of course we will win, but none the less it will be interesting. And once we do so the other tinkerers would likely be inclined to join us and we could also gain whatever this reward he's offering is in the process. Good work my friend, good work."
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No. 180645 ID: e31d52

>>180642
YES

We could make an EXTRRRRR(roll r here)AVAGANZA out of this! put up signs, charge for entry, get a betting pool going!
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No. 180732 ID: 445c48

Sign up, and make sure you've got your cannon ready. I don't think our AA charge is at a high enough level to oneshot it, like we did with the other soul grave' so we'll need to probably rely on our cannon and punching the shit out of it.
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No. 180738 ID: 5e0979

As a warning! 'Trump' may not nessaserarily mean beat it into an unceconizable paste and then eat it. It could mean 'thinking', 'task completion', or simple 'creativity'. If his golem can transform into a boat or something fit for transportation or fly of his own free will...we can't really trump it. And I don't know how well the Professor here on Golgan Island would react to us using magic to boost our chances of winning.


As a note for maybe getting a few more bonuses, did the Professor first arrived on this island with a first mate of a ship by the name of Golgan, the skipper of the ship, a millionaire, and his wife, a famous actress, a young girl named Mary Ann and the Professor? Or...was it just accident that Golgan sounds freakishly close to Gilligan?
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No. 180745 ID: 6dc28a

Before we fight the professors golem, we should get some info on it. Let's spend some time in town asking about previous fights. What capabilities did it have? Who came closest to winning against it?

If we can, we should watch a fight between the prof's golem and some other tinkerers golem.

Also, remember we only have like a day left before we're supposed to leave with the boat...We might be squeezed for time.
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No. 180834 ID: d1210a

>>180623
"Oh simply MARVELOUS! A non-magical golem? And a prize for it's defeat? I must say, sounds quite intriguing."

"Indeed, I have to admit being more than a little curious as to what that old scoundrel managed to build. Quite the incorrigible individual that Gialgorra, but I have yet to meet someone who wouldn't endure his eccentricities for what he crafts. Hm, wonder what his golem can do..."

>>180632
"Hmm. Well, if you suspect those you spoke with know an individual, then perhaps their reservations simply need a loosening of the tongue."

I take two marks from my bag of funds (reducing my current total to 543 marks) and hand them to Keddic before I continue.

"We'll try once more here, with an incentive for the information. If that turns up nothing, then we'll be on our way. Besides, if what you say is true, these inventors mulling around Gialgorra sound like the insufferable sort. Oh, and regarding this field test...hmmhmm, it DOES sound intriguing. ..what was the reward you mentioned?"

"Depending on who tells it, anywhere from twenty to fifty thousand marks, if you can believe it! I must say, I thought Gialgorra was on to something, but to have enough success that none could claim a bounty that sizable.... well, color me more than intrigued. So, I'll see about tracking down this hypothetical inventor!"

>>180642
>>180645
>>180732
Keddic and I spend some further time wandering about as he seeks out prior contacts to revisit with bribes already, and along the way, I ruminate aloud about the Steam Golem and the challenge we have heard of.

"A challenge you say? This sounds absolutely delightful! Why think of the field data I could collect or that could be shared between us. The battle itself would be spectacular too, don't you think Keddic? Two titans, one born of magic against another of technology, fighting it out for supremacy. Of course we will win, But none the less it will yield valuable field test data for us both. Once we do so the other tinkerers would likely be inclined to join us, And there is the substantial reward you hear he's offering to the victor. Oh-ho, we could make this an EXTRRRRRAVAGANZA, Put up signs, charge for viewing, quite a tidy sum to be made.... Good work my friend, good work."

Keddic takes the compliment graciously, but otherwise turns back to his investigations... but I see the wheels turning in his mind, and I think he took my comment of making this a charged admittance event seriously. Interesting.

>>180745
I decide to question a few people myself, looking for information on Gialgorra's golem. Not that many people seem inclined to talk to me, but after two hours spent following Keddic, I manage to run into perhaps a dozen people who claim to have seen the golem themselves, and perhaps two score more who heard of it. From all their commentary, I have amassed the following general outline of this Steam Golem:

--The Steam Golem, as it's name implies, uses steam, both as a power source, and to create an obscuring cloud of scalding water vapor around itself. Clay, Wood and Life golems have all suffered from exposure to the mist, either by starting to melt (clay), becoming softer and more easily broken (wood), or suffering blisters and burns, possibly fatal (Life).
--The Steam Golem has some sort of 'lightning-generating device', that it can use to electrify itself and any present steam cloud. The electrical charge has proved fatal to several Life golems and caused ignition upon contact with wood golems. Stone golems have been damaged and Clay golems outright shattered from prolonged exposure to electrified material.
--The Steam Golem has a drill made out of Lortoxite, found in an old meteor on this island when Gialgorro moved here. Said drill is repetitiously mentioned as being exceedingly sharp and able to punch through, well, anything.
--The Steam Golem has some sort of grappling arm, no one seems very specific on this particular facet.
--The Steam Golem has some sort of cannon with 'retrievable ammo,' but no one gets more specific than that, as most commentary on this function is second-hand.
--Some allusions are made to further combat functions, but no one I speak with knows anything about them. It seems only those who saw some fights against Runed Stone and Clay Golems, and a few particularly potent Small Tombs, would know about the other functions, and they have either all left or some few may remain at Gialgorra's abode.
--Some sort of mechanical 'brain' controls the thing, and can register it's creator and accept voice commands from him.
--The closest anyone came to beating it was, depending on who I ask, either it's first or eleventh fight. The first was against a Stone golem, and at the time professor Gialgorra's creation was still largely experimental, and only after three hours was the bout finally won. The eleventh fight, with the Steam golem, now more streamlined, facing it's first Small Tomb, had issue (lacking the drill at the time), and managed to win by sheer dint of having more metal it could warp without losing function, and resorted to bashing the golem until it shut down. It took three days of repair, but the Steam Golem bounced back from that fight stronger than ever, and has since not had that many close fights.
--The Steam Golem is mentioned as being particularly spry with only a few of the most limber Life golems and nimble Small Tombs able to surpass it.
--Professor Gialgorra constantly proclaims the golem to have an inexhaustible power supply, and indeed the golem has never been seen in need of fuel, going from match to match without pause.
--Professor Gialgorra claims the golem to be his masterpiece, but that it is still not complete. His four daughters are still spending most of their time assisting his tinkering, which has apparently been a trend for them in the last year or so.

While I learn many things (some of which I may have reason to question the accuracy of, considering their origin as gossip), Keddic does not. The two marks I gave him yield some further information, but lead to a dead end when the next lead becomes tight-lipped, with the two marks already spent to find out about him, and his possible knowledge of an inventor still for hire. Keddic looks back to me questioningly, and I recognize him to be looking for how to proceed.... and if he is to go forward, I may need to give him further coinage.


What should I say or do?
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No. 180840 ID: 5e0979

...mhm...I have a unique suggestion: Maybe, just maybe, if we tell this lead to bet on us in our up coming conflict, then we might not have to pay anything and he would be very...willing to tell us what he knows. I still think we should go after the Steam Golem first.
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No. 180841 ID: 275a5d

>>180834
Fish out 10 marks.

Oh, this is going to be an interesting event.
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No. 180845 ID: 275a5d

A lortoxite drill, huh? Well, shit. THATS gonna be a nasty weapon. It'll core right through our armor.

Hmm...I have a few ideas we can try in this fight, but i'll hold off on mentioning them until we see this thing.
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No. 180846 ID: 1ac39d

i think the simplest and least intensive method of beating it would be to use magnetomancy to pinch the steam emitter shut causing it to back pressure.
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No. 180866 ID: 5e0979

Or we could just mimic's the Master's voice and go 'hey, cut that out'.
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No. 180885 ID: 94fd15

>>180866

Intriguing, but since it's unlikely to work, and will give away our ability to mimic any sound we want...I'd vote no for this.

Anyway, we certainly have an interesting opponent. If our opponent is that agile, we're going to want to use our soulfire/inferno golem to slow him down. We can use magnetomancy to increase modre's agility.

After we mess up the agility of the other golem, we'll prob try to use the anti-golem cannon or AA to do a finishing shot.
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No. 180889 ID: 275a5d

>>180885
Why don't we just use Magnetomancy to slow him down instead?

Achieves the same result, and doesn't eat up 40 souls.
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No. 180904 ID: d3dfb8

>>180889
Depending on how big it is we might be able to just pick it up and play with it like a doll. I don't suppose we could use the blood iron to increase our casting capabilities?
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No. 180905 ID: 94fd15

>>180889
Well, I was thinking about using magnetomancy on modre to increase his agility. Same thing as your idea except that we don't know if there is any protections against magic on the steam golem. If there is, it would be more useful to use the magnetomancy on us.

I was thinking about using the soulfire/inferno golems to create walls of fire to keep the golem penned in. While I don't want to waste 40 souls either, we should be willing to use every advantage we can get.
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No. 180914 ID: d1210a

>>180840
I step up to the merchant, and make mention of my intent to start a betting pool over my own match. While the idea of a Soul Grave facing down Gialgorra's Steam Golem certainly seems to catch the man's attention, he laughs when I make mention of betting on me.

"Soul Grave or no, Gialgorra's toy has beat... what, five, six hundred golems? I seriously doubt you'll be breaking that winning streak, especially with that mad coot fixing any weaknesses exposed in earlier bouts as quick as lightning. I'll thank ye for the news, but I don't think ye can convince me, I've seen too many high and might magery types get brought low by that contraption. Though feel free to come back and make me eat those words.... if you can, HAH!"

>>180841
I fish out ten marks, and I see the merchants eyes (and indeed, everyone around us) focus on the coinage. It is a bit belatedly I realize we are in less.... maintained part of town, and some of the passersby are stopping to give the sack I carry an ugly, speculative look.... but they nevertheless keep their distance. It helps when a living siege weapon is the one with the money. I toss the marks to Keddic, who promptly begins talking with the merchant again. Three marks later, we have a new lead: Old Friko, a bit west of town, supplies tools of all sorts to the inventors and tinkerers of the island, making reliable, unadorned and economical tools that are always in demand. If anyone would know of remaining inventors amenable to hire around here, Old Friko would know, or so the merchant says. We march onward, Moss turning from inquisitively rooting through detritus by the walkway to bound along after us on our march to Old Friko's place. Behind us I hear the merchant getting mobbed with people asking about this 'bet'. It would seem I have already started spreading word of what I intend.

>>180845
...If what they said is true, and the steam golem is outfitted with a Lortoxite-forged drill..... there is little I could do to prevent severe damage the moment such touched me. The ensorceled steels, Blue and Red and Black, even the metal of the Mosmordren Empire, Necronostrium cannot withstand it. ...I make careful mental note that I should keep a wary eye on that drill, lest this bout prove terminal for me.

>>180846
If the golem is forged of metal, and has some sort of engine based around the use of steam.... hm, since the golem can create steam clouds about itself, one would assume there are shutters or vents that allow steam from the engine to be used so.... and if there are such vents, I may well be able to warp and twist them shut with Magnetomancy. Surely, such an impediment to the proper function of it's engine would be most disastrous to it. ....Though, with the mention of it's creator augmenting it to address past weakness, and some five hundred or more bouts, with Small Tombs among them.... I find it disturbingly easy to picture it having faced a Small Tomb with a Heroic Magnetomancer's soul.... and a solution to such a weakness found. ...Hopefully I am simply overestimating the resources at Gialgorra's disposal.

>>180885
If the Steam golem is agile, then I may need to direct my Magnetomancy inward to even keep up. ...And speed coupled with a Lortoxite drill does not make melee with the Steam Golem sound particularly appealing.

>>180905
....If it proves sufficient threat, I still have my recently discovered ability to craft Inferno Golems to fall back on, even in a one on one fight. Hopefully, should issue arise they could be useful in extricating myself.

I come to a stop beside Keddic and Moss, now standing before a large, heavyset building, the noon sun hanging overhead. Before Keddic can even knock, the door creeks open, and a reedy voice echoes out, it origins obscured by the shadowed interior of the structure.

"..Hello?"


What should I say or do? Should I leave the questioning to Keddic?
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No. 180917 ID: 716eb0

oh for the love of... MAKE A NEW ANTI-GOLEM SHELL. We handed the other one over to the gunsmith. If it becomes necessary to buy more metal for this purpose, try to find an unworked lump, as it will be cheaper, and make sure it is a good material. Consider making two and store the spare. Reloading in mid combat may be slow, but it is better than being out of ammo for the rest of the fight.

If rust is a concern, see if a supply of zinc is avaliable to galvanize your "skin" with. Converting your entire form to stainless steel is too daunting a task to do on short notice, but galvanizing your body provides nearly the same level of protection as long as you stay in one peice.

Time permiting, reworking the blade launcher for hardened targets would also be useful. The steam golem is specialized for single combat against a hardened foe, we should be too. It is so rare that we do not have to balance our weaponry with large numbers human soldiers in mind.

Using magnetomancy against the steam golem may be bad, since this is supposed to be golem v. golem, not golem+mage. However, using it on ourselves to move faster can easily be written off as part of the golem's capabilities.
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No. 180919 ID: 275a5d

>>180917
Magic IS part of the Golem's capabilities.

There is no mage here, remember. Soul Graves inherently possess the capacity to do magic, once they've constructed their mage-soul core.
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No. 180921 ID: 1ac39d

>>180917
if it has fought tombs before then they would know that the powers of the souls eaten are at the golem's command so magnetomancy would be fine. also AA may be good because steam is made by heat, if it runs hot then hyper cooling may cause something bad to happen to it.
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No. 180922 ID: 275a5d

And yes, leave the questioning to Keddic. If it looks like he isn't making any progress, we'll pitch in. Otherwise, he's not helpless, there shouldn't be any need to micromanage his actions.

And Small Tombs are still Soul Graves, all things considered. I highly doubt they make up more than a minute fraction of the opponents the Steam Golem has faced, and if it's actually fought a Small Tomb capable of magnetomancy on the same scale as us, then we're just colossally unlucky. But we still have plenty of options.
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No. 180925 ID: 7c1d29

Try and arrange the match to occur in one weeks time. Until then you will NEVER stop moving. I want the AA cannons at their peak so as to ensure the total destruction of this Golem. We will miss the ride back to the mainland but we may be able to arrange another trip back at a later date for a bit more coinage.
I believe he may have some kind of Telsa Coil to produce lighting, laughable. With your command of magnetomancy you should be able to redirect or just stop it from gathering enough energy to implement it.
The good thing about this is that we should have the Revolver AG Cannon ready to go by then, and if Ozmand imbues all of them, This Golem is gonna have a hard time. I just thought of a way to deal with the steam. We can fire the AVBlades into it and move em with magnetomancy. The wind tunnel from Balboa's soul should fix that up quite nicely.

As for the current situation, allow Keddic to handle it, but step in if necessary.
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No. 180927 ID: 275a5d

>>180925
What? We've got a timescale here, remember? We're supposed to start back tomorrow evening, because we still have the Azelhaedran State to deal with.
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No. 180929 ID: d3dfb8

>>180914
If the opportunity arises, we may have a chance to test out the IG's primary function on this golem.
>>180917
I like your ideas, but we can use magic. Its totally not against the rules. If all else fails we can just use our magnetomancy to detect where he is, then AA/anti-golem cannon his ass.
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No. 180930 ID: 275a5d

Also, I do not think it wise to destroy the golem entirely. Rendering it inoperable is sufficient.

It's the Professors Prize invention, remember. If we shatter it to pieces, we might as well consider the man an enemy for life.
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No. 180932 ID: 7c1d29

>>180927
Well then we can head back, deal wid stuff and come back in one week's time , or more if necessary.
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No. 180934 ID: 94fd15

>>180932

This sounds like a good plan. Plus, because the trip will take like 8 straight days to run back to Azelhaedran then back to the port. After that kind of workout, the AA will be at top charge.
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No. 180936 ID: 275a5d

AA at full charge will ruin the Steam Golem. 1 Weeks charge is still a potent weapon, but it doesn't run the same risk of utter annihilation.

We have a lot more to gain by NOT completely ruining Gialgorra's invention, here.
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No. 180939 ID: d3dfb8

>>180925
Tesla coil is an interesting thought, that's probably how it is powered. Not steam but electricity, this guy might be this worlds Nickola Tesla.
Blade launcher to blow away the steam is also an excellent idea, but we dont need to wait for the week. I think we can take this bitch out, we took on that other soul grave no problem.
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No. 180940 ID: 94fd15

>>180936

Well, if we have a full charge, all we have to do is turn the beam away from the steam golem once we've done enough damage.
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No. 180946 ID: d1210a

>>180917
[Ammunition gets passively made, and the cannon was already re-armed three hours after giving a shell to Dimmond, some time last night. This is part of how the shoulder implements work, you can ACCELERATE ammo regeneration with Magnetomantic focus, but it HAPPENS whether you pay attention or not. And where would you suggest Mordre store extra shells, just walk into the fight holding a few? Also be aware each shell takes 3 hours unassisted to craft, or 30 minutes with Magnetomantic enhancement. Oh, and rust is combated by part of your required daily intake of five pounds of metal. Lastly, if you could be a bit more specific about HOW to rework the Blade launcher to work against hardened targets, that would be great.]

>>180921
While Small Tombs are, in essence, Soul Graves designed to subsist on the ambient energy of a single Heroic soul, they are notably more common, some hundreds made during the war, and most surviving to be claimed as prizes. Still, out of some few hundred in total, the likelihood of one having Magnetomantic powers seems low.... but then again, I might not be the only one to have considered the advantages Magnetomancy can bring one fighting a metal opponent. Without any clear idea of how many souls were simply Heroic and how many were also magely, much less Magnetomancers, it is still speculation... though considering the relative unlikeliness of the situation, I feel somewhat more assured my powers should be viable.

>>180922
>>180925
I let Keddic get to work as I consider the possibility of amassing a greater charge with the Amaranthine Annihilator, and waiting for my revolver to be complete before facing this foe. The thought strikes me as cowardly initially, besides being an inefficient use of time, partly for the boat ride I shall miss, and partly for the State inspection I could.... but I must admit that being a leader has taught me that temperance and caution have their place, and this looks like it could be one of them.

"Well HELLO THERE, Wonderful to meet you! Are you known as 'Old Friko?"
"Ayup.."
"WONDERFUL! Well, I heard tell that you might know of an inventor still in town that is amenable to being hired to work elsewhere."
"Ayup..."
"So you do know one, how positively smashing!"
"Ayup..."
"So, where is this inventor, and what is their name?"
"...Twenty marks.."
"What!? That's outrageous!"
"..You want an inventor bad, else-wise you wouldn't come a'botherin' Old Friko."

Keddic seems a bit nonplussed at this rather bold claim, and seems unsure what to say.


Should I interject into this exchange, or see how Keddic deals with the situation?
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No. 180959 ID: 7c1d29

Bend down so that your rather sizable face is directly in front of him.
"Oh com now Friko, I am sure we can come to some sort of...agreement."
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No. 180964 ID: 903f16

>>180946
Let's see how Keddic handles this, it may prove interesting to see. Considering his comments after our last haggling match he may have some experience with it.

Contemplate changing our mortar load out for the match. It'd require a good deal of metal, but our Anti-Vanguard Blade Launcher, seems a bit lacking the the penetration that would be required to hurt his golem.
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No. 180965 ID: 275a5d

"While you are ostensibly correct in that I wish to find such an individual, we have yet to discern whether or not your information is in any way useful.

How about we come to a more reasonable deal. I'll give you 5 marks to tell me what you know, and another 5 provided the information is good."
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No. 180969 ID: d3dfb8

>>180964
This
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No. 180981 ID: 2aaaf1

>>180964
Arkus isn't with us, we can't change squat. Unless we find a person well versed in runecraft and pay him to do it. Not to mention that it takes time to remove the mortar runes we already possess, and replace it with something else; I believe Arkus said it takes a week for him to do so.
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No. 180998 ID: 94fd15

>>180981

I believe arkus has the rune diagrams with him...so even if we find a person skilled in runes...they probably won't know the correct runes for a soul golem, which are quite rare.
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No. 181024 ID: 275a5d

I'm pretty sure we can't change out our mortar right now. If I recall, changing the mortar type requires removing the runes, and reinscribing new ones, a process that takes about a week.
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No. 181050 ID: d1210a

>>180964
>>180969
I leave Keddic to his negotiations, and listen in as the two bicker about the price of the knowledge I seek.

"No matter how you look at it, 20 marks is absolute twaddle, why would you even ask for such an exorbitant rate!?"
"You probably need the information. I don't need to sell it, so why wouldn't I take advantage of that?"
"What preposterous poppycock!"
"You don't need to buy the information."
"You rogue, do you really think we'd pay that much?"
"Maybe. No skin off my back to hold out for it."
"So, you would pass on the chance to make four marks, instead focusing on your slim hopes of making 20? It seems to me such a mentality would leave one quite destitute!"
"And yet here I am, my own house and shop, and here you are, asking for something I know to be shared. And we come back to me wanting twenty marks for the information you seek."

At this, Keddic seems to lose steam in face of the apparent unflappable nature of Old Friko.

>>180959
I bend down, dipping my knees as well to bring my giant, silvered skull face down into alignment with the already recalcitrant Friko. My intent is simple: intimidation, straightforward and easily accomplished.

"Oh come now Friko, I am sure we can come to some sort of...agreement."

The door before us begins to shut, but quick as lightning I slip a steel finger into the door frame, and slowly, gently pry the door open. Light finally falls on Old Friko, a withered old man with long and thin white hair trialing past his shoulders. He flinches, though whether it is at the light or my forceful insistence to be met, I could not say.

>>180965
...I decide that perhaps, considering Keddic's presence, I might wish to refrain from more.... physical attempts to learn what I seek, and so I backpedal, following up the stick with a surprise carrot. ...Where did that turn of phrase come from?

"While you are ostensibly correct in that I wish to find such an individual, we have yet to discern whether or not your information is in any way useful. How about we come to a more reasonable deal so that we may all profit. I'll give you 5 marks to tell me what you know here and now, And another 5 provided the information is good. There, wouldn't something like that make this whole incident flow more smoothly?"

"...I....you....."

I see Keddic dart a glance my way, trying to get a read on my intentions, and decides to put forth a grim exterior, building on my forceful 'request'. Moss stops inspecting the few bits of grasses dotting the dusty landscape, and peers intently at Old Friko, who finally finds his voice again.

"...Okay, okay, fine. First, five now."

I pay out five marks into the weathered hands put forth before me, and Friko counts the coins as they fall into his hands. Once the five are within his possession, he nods and begins speaking again.

[-5 marks, 535 total marks still in Mordre's current possession (55 of which are promised for the ride back to the mainland)]

"There's one last inventor still in this port town, goes by the name of Jezebel. Most don't know her since she's new, but judgin' from the tools she's bought from me, she knows what she's about. Let's see... hm, I'd reckon her to have a fondness for war implements like most folk around here in the craft, since she's made a fair few comments about converting civilian devices into more 'practical' things each time she's come here. Got a bit of a tongue on her, I'd like to note. She lives on the north-east side of the port, just a bit north of the last pier, got one of those below-ground shops she rents from the shop-keep above her. The door's a bit hard to find, got to go to the back of the building to find the entrance to her workshop. ...So, that's what you asked for, as far as I know the last inventor here amenable to being put on retainer and all that comes with it.

...Oh yes, about a week ago, when last she was here, I recall her babbling about some new type of pistol. Got so caught up in her excitement she nearly knocked over this Aquamarine lens I was working on for Gia.... never-mind that. Well, you got your information, and I can guarantee it's good, now go prove that to yourselves so you can come back and pay me the rest of what you promised."


What should I say or do?
Should I go after this 'Jezebel', or do I have more questions for Old Friko?
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No. 181066 ID: 445c48

Pay him seven marks, and ask about her hair color, just out of curiosity.

I happen to like Redheads.
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No. 181067 ID: 5e0979

Well, we haven't paid the other five? Lets go check up on this girl and see if she's worth our time.

I still think we should have gone to visit the professor from the get go - if we impress him, and do some serious ass-kicking, we could pick up at least one of the greatest technical minds on this island and a steam golem to boot. But oh well.
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No. 181070 ID: 5e0979

>>181066
Please stop being creepy.
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No. 181072 ID: d3dfb8

>>181066
Na bro, i say we go check the bitch out, if she ends up being great we can come back later.
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No. 181073 ID: 3afd1f

>>181066
I agree with overpaying him a bit, and imply that it was due to his 'slip up' about the lens. Perhaps that will encourage more slip ups.
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No. 181074 ID: 2aaaf1

>>181050
"I believe you, friend. Only... well, now you've become more intresting for the moment. An aquamarine lens for who, you say? Gia... Gialgorra! Professor Gialgorra, am I right? Why it almost sounds as if you're making WEAPONS for the good professor's golem. That intrigues me greatly, because it explains how this steam golem has kept it's edge for so long. You know, from what I've heard so far, the facts about this construct just don't add up. The variation in its weaponry and innate abilities doesn't match the work of just one man. The professor might be genius, but unless he had multiple personalities*chuckle* this steam golem wouldn't be such a mishmash of parts. So, INDULGE ME Mr. Friko; what do you know about this seemingly invincible creation of Professor Gialgorra."
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No. 181082 ID: 802977

>>181074

Nice catch. Do This.
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No. 181083 ID: 445c48

>>181070
Never

But yeah, overpay a little and go pay her a visit
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No. 181096 ID: d1210a
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181096

>>181066
>>181073
>>181074
I hand Old Friko a further seven marks (bringing my total to 528 marks, with 55 pledged for the ride back to the mainland) before I speak, and I see the extra gold putting him off guard. I do this not just because I find it unlikely he lied to me... but more importantly, because his earlier aborted comment implies he has some craft on hand for Professor Gialgorra, and it would be remiss of me to not pursue it.

"I believe you, friend, and I thank you for your information, it should prove useful. Only... well, now you've become more interesting for the moment than this 'Jezebel'. An aquamarine lens for who, you say? Gia... Gialgorra! Professor Gialgorra, am I right? Why it almost sounds as if you're making WEAPONS for the good professor's golem. That intrigues me greatly, because it explains how this steam golem has kept it's edge for so long. You know, from what I've heard so far, the facts about this construct just don't add up. The variation in its weaponry and innate abilities doesn't match the work of just one man. The professor might be genius, but unless he had multiple personalities*chuckle*, This steam golem wouldn't have such diversely themed qualities to it. So, INDULGE ME Mr. Friko; what do you know about this seemingly invincible creation of Professor Gialgorra?"

The old man chews his tongue for a moment in contemplation as he listens to my words, but begins laughing before he can respond.

"Ah, you know what, I'll tell you, why not. Well, Professor Gialgorra contacted me... oh, about a month ago? He wanted a gem, a blue beryl crystal, completely and totally free of defects or flaws. What's more, it had to be from somewhere with real good iron AND aluminum mines... though o' course, he didn't explain why. Took me a bit to find someone selling one like he asked for, but I found it, and cut and polished it down into a lens, conforming to the measurements that he gave me. So, if you are accusing me of making a single crystal lens of aquamarine, then yes, I suppose I 'helped' him, in the same sense a gunsmith is 'helped' by someone selling them metals to reshape into their product. I don't even know what he needed the lens for, or why it had to be a beryl lens, of all things. Pfft, what, do you think you are the first person to doubt Gialgorra is really on the up and up about this? If he was outsourcing the construction of his golem like you said, rather than getting the base parts he needs from suppliers as necessary, he would long ago have been trumped, way too many after that prize for a possible exploitable weakness like that to be passed up. ...Well, believe what you want. I answered your questions, you've paid me, so get gone, I have work to do."

Old Friko displays a courage I would not have anticipated, and shoves my finger out of his door frame before closing (and locking, by the sound of it) his front door. The sun starts drifting along overhead, noon slowly falling behind us as time marches onwards.

>>181067
>>181072
>>181083
I decide that it is time to find this Jezebel, before finally making my way to Gialgorra's residence in search of the Steam Golem. I follow the directions Old Friko gave us, and upon arriving in the north-east part of town, I start searching for a building matching the description I was given. Keddic, it would seem, has better luck, as while I am still scanning the area he lets out a shout, and as I turn his way I see him pointing at the back of a squat building.... by the last pier. I make my way over to him, feeling as if I am being stared at, to see a widely spaced set of stone steps leading downward to an expansive set of double doors.... behind which I can see light periodically flash. Keddic makes his way down the steps and opens the doors while I tentatively explore the stability of the stairs before me, and slowly follow him down as they refuse to give beneath me.

Inside the workshop, spare parts and tools hand everywhere, and benches all about the area are piled high with partly assembled....devices of every shape one could imagine. Several furnaces continue to hiss while the sound of gears spinning about seems to flit out from deeper in the workshop. Keddic begins walking forward, and his pant leg brushes against one of the multitude of partly-finished projects about the area.

"WATCH YOUR STEP, I SAY!"

Keddic immediately backpedals a few paces as a surprisingly small (and clean, compared to most tinkers/inventors I have seen) makes her way about a corner, something vaguely resembling a pistol in her hand... being aimed in the general direction of both Keddic and Moss, poking his head in from outside the shop.

"Oh, you SCOUNDRELS! Trying to take advantage of a new face around here, and make off with my work, [i/]I'll not have it![/i] You can go tell Diomand that I shan't be needing his 'protection', no matter what threats he uses! Now get out of my shop before I-"

I note Keddic having difficulty finding a response to this fierce tirade, from a person perhaps a quarter his size, and Jezebel continues without pause. I decide to step in, as the revelation I can speak often puts people off. In this case, I hope it gives me a chance to halt her misdirected outrage.

"Miss Jezebel, Please put-"

"AH!"

KRA-KOOM

The room goes white as a bolt of lightning springs from Jezebel's brandished pistol, snaking across the room, slipping past Keddic to impact my form. For a brief instant, the world goes somewhat hazy, and I feel restricted, but the feeling passes as swiftly as the light from the blast fades, leaving only a scorch mark on my breast to bear witness I was fired upon. With her mouth hanging ajar as she stares partly in horror (and possibly fascination) at me as I nonchalantly brush at the soot on my chest, before I continue.

"...As I was saying, I am the mage Mordre, And it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Jezebel."

"...The.. the pleasure's mine."

She seems completely at a loss on what to say. Now is my chance to take control of where this conversation flows.


What should I say or do?
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No. 181100 ID: 45be60

Complement her gun. It seems much more portable than the lightning cannon you have back at the arcanoworks. If she is interested in such things, maybe the prospect of messing with the cannon would serve as a good incentive for her join us?
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No. 181102 ID: 3afd1f

We should say that we have an interest in hiring an inventor, and that we may be able to help with her problem with Diomand in exchange for the opportunity to recruit her.
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No. 181103 ID: 5e0979

Gah. As much as I hate it, find out about the Dimmond the Minor Miner. What she means by 'threats'.
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No. 181105 ID: d1210a

>>181103
[She said DiOmand, and made no mention of a moniker, minor or miner. One would assume this to be a separate individual.]
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No. 181107 ID: 0cbef2

Crud, looks like electricity has more of an effect on you that I previously anticipated. We are likely going to have to give up our Magnetomency boost during part of the fight when he tries the steam-shock thing by activating 'The Rune'. This will hopefully render us an object with no charge so that the lightning discharges into something other than you, though as 'The Rune' is based on magic and "Disjointed'-ness it might not work. In any case we have to see about coating you.

"*chuckle* No I assure you, the pleasure is all mine at this point. No do not worry, I am not here to extort you, I am looking for someone with your skill and insight to employ to work on magical weapons and various other mechanical systems, and as evidenced by that display just know, I have come to the right person"
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No. 181124 ID: 5e0979

>>181105
Ah-hah! Well, still, point still stands. I'd still ask her, as Dimmond sounds frightfully close to Diomand. Other brother, maybe? And we were just shot with lightening.

So, what do we want to do? Ask this girl if she can improve us before we go up to fight the boss? Hire her now? Which I'm kinda against as, well, we're gonna go fight the best inventor on the island. If we impress him enough, we could take him to help us for free or at least one of the best for a lower price.
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No. 181125 ID: 3afd1f

I'd like to point out that magnetism and electricity are related forces. Perhaps we could use Magnetomancy to nullify the lightning, or even use it to our benefit?

We should let our new friend shoot us some more while we experiment with Magnetomancy to see what the most effective defense against it is.
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No. 181127 ID: 5e0979

>>181107
The Magic Neutralizing Rune neutralizes magic. Why would a strong electric current applied to heavy condensation count as magic?
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No. 181128 ID: 5e0979

>>181125
While this is correct - we could turn into a strong electromagnet with a jolt properly controlled, why is she now our new friend? We only we just fired on by her and we don't know how she reacts to us yet.
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No. 181129 ID: 3afd1f

>>181128
>"...The.. the pleasure's mine."
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No. 181130 ID: 0cbef2

>>181127
It doesn't only neutralize magic. It is the rune for 'Disjointed' according to JoJo, I am a strong believer that the magic null is just a side effect. The theory I was going for was that being 'Disjointed' wouldn't allow us to polarize properly for the electric stuff to happen. It's just a theory though and likely needs some serious physics help.
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No. 181132 ID: 5e0979

>>181130
Interesting theory. I suggest we test it out when there isn't a Lortoxite Drill with our name on it in killing distance. On that note, we do have twenty feet long death-claws that we can use, like our last Golem duel VS us showed, the joints against the Golem. We take drill, burn a Pristine Soul not on our eyes and aha, we have Lortoxite death-weaponry. All hail Mordre, he is from Kickassia.

I would also like to suggest that we just start focusing our attention on making as many shells as we need and let Keddic carry them - Even if we can't load them, having a few Anti-golem shells we can fling around would be useful.

>>181129
Note: Are you really gonna be angry when a Soul Grave just took a shot to it's chest and hasn't killed you yet? I know I would be as damn humble as possible.
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No. 181141 ID: 445c48

Ask her about her weaponry.
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No. 181152 ID: d1210a

>>181100
>>181141
"No, I assure you, the pleasure is mine. I must say, I find myself simply fascinated by that device you have there. How did you elicit what appeared to be a bolt of lightning from such a small device?"

"..Ah...ah, well, I'd been trying to make a, well, 'lightning gun', I suppose, for a few months with no real success, until I decided to ready the charge I desired beforehand. It's really quite fascinating, I hooked up a machine to that furnace over there, one that converts thermal energy into electric. Anyway, if I make a properly contain housing, I can essentially 'store' a bolt of lightning, or the equivalent energy, inside one of these capsules."

She proffers forth a small red device, while her eyes wander to her firearm, where smoke exudes from a similar device.

"..Ah, still having problems with trying to re-use these storage devices, as channeling the electricity into a shot usually melts the blasted things to the point of being unusable okay this is really bothering me why can you talk?"

"Well, as I said earlier, I am the mage Mordre. What I did not add to that is that I, the mage Mordre, Am controlling this golem at range from a remote location."

"...Oh, bother. I was hoping the means you used were more... mundane, but it's some magic thing, huh? ...Still, rather fascinating, it does remove several of the issues normally associated with commanding a golem. ..Well, I have to assume you are not in fact with... doesn't matter. Oh,. and sorry again about that little ruckus, but thankfully I didn't hit anyone. So, what can I do for you?"

>>181102
"I was informed you are amenable to the prospect of being hired on retainer, And as it happens I am looking for an inventor to come work at Kyogrock Arcanoworks, A research outpost I command. Was this information accurate?"

Jezebel takes a moment to put down her lightning pistol, before she turns back to me.

"So, a job offer? Why?"

>>181107
>>181124
>>181127
>>181130
As I consider the effects I endured from being briefly electrified, I wonder if a sustained current, such as one I might face in the steam clouds of Gialgorra's golem, and whether the one rune of those I copied from Dulu's staff that I have discerned the function of can protect me from such electrical woe. ...The thought seems hard to resolve for me, as I find reasons to both believe in and doubt the potential effectiveness of the rune on my chest.

"I am looking for someone with your skill and insight to employ to work on magical weapons and various other mechanical systems, ...And beyond that, judging by the potency evidenced by that display just know, I have come to the right person"

Jezebel smirks at me as she leans against a nearby table, fiddling with the locket about her neck for a moment as she seems to work through a few lines of thought.

>>181125
Realizing Jezebel's lightning pistol could be an excellent means to safely test the interaction between Magnetomancy and electrical current, I wonder if I should ask for her assistance in further tests. As I consider this, I wonder what I should say if I intend to ask her to use more of these apparently expendable red devices that provide the charge for her gun. The way she spoke of them implied their value as being considerable.

I snap out of my considerations as she speaks again, her voice sounding eerily pleasant.

"Oh, so you being here has nothing at all to do with all the other inventors willing to be hired all having scampered off already, does it? No chance that necessity is pushing you to my door?"

Jezebel begins tapping her foot against the ground, awaiting an answer.... and I see Keddic adopting a more cautious stance than a moment earlier, as if he is readying himself for battle.




What should I say or do?
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No. 181162 ID: e31d52

"Well, I have to assume you are not in fact with..."

?!?!

Wait, who? Who would know anything of a group that a talking golem might be part of?!
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No. 181166 ID: 2aaaf1

>>181152
"What if it does, what if it doesn't? I care not. If necessity has lead me to you alone then I am glad, for this saves me the time of rooting through amatures and crooks. And if any of the rumors I've been hearing are true, the only person more fitting of the position I offer other than you is Professor Gialgorra himself, and it just so happens that I plan on paying him a visit very soon. Does my presence offend you? Well now that I think about it, you don't seem to keen on visitors... so YES, I presume my presence here to be offensive if not distracting. But plesantries aside, who's after you? I've seen enough bloodshed to note that no man or woman, regardless of eccentricities, greets strangers with a bolt of lightning unless strangers are trying to kill or extort them. So what catagory do you fall under, Miss Jezebel?"
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No. 181168 ID: e31d52

>>181152
"While the fact that lack of inventors lead me to your door, it does not lessen my respect for you. Rather, I find myself interested in the interaction with magnetics and electricity, and furthermore, I need a bit of diversity to my research: Mechanical and Magic both have inherent weaknesses and strengths, and a great man learns to use both in harmony." Sigh heavily. "Furthermore, as you will be working in the rather... tumultuous environment of the State, your obviously combat-oriented inventions would see far more rigourous testing. It would be a boon to us both if you came to work with me, young lady, and who knows what you could develop there? For in conflict does science thrive, am I right?"
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No. 181173 ID: 0cbef2

I have to be serious, I was drawing a blank on this.
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No. 181182 ID: 45be60

>>181130
I was sort of thinking activating the magic, heat, and other forms of energy draining arm enchantments might work as a counter for that sort of thing. 'Course that requires successful dice rolling.

As for the girl: We are not here because we are in dire need of an inventor. The thought occurred to us on the way, and since it seemed a useful talent to add to our resources, we decided to investigate the options. You will find we have more interest in mechanics than you are likely to find in the average mage. If we find no-one suitable to our desires, we will simply not hire anyone, and make due with what we ourselves can accomplish. If anything, this lack of available inventors is speeding the process nicely.

We had considered inquiring of the inventors flocking around Gialgorra, but suspect that they will possess certain personality quirks that could make them... unsuitable for work in proximity to others.
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No. 181190 ID: 275a5d

>>181152
"You assume that time is that major of a concern, here. Were I not confident in your apparent competency, there would be little reason for me to bother at this juncture.

In truth, my haste is based largely on my own eccentricity. I would hate to have wasted this trip to the islands, but I'm not so desperate that I'd settle for anyone. Had you proved lacking in apparent talent, there is nothing forcing me to request your services to my knowledge.

However, that does seem to not be the case, and I find myself quite thankful, all things considered. So if there is some percieved insult here, I assure you, it is a product of coincidence, nothing more or less."
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No. 181193 ID: 275a5d

(Also, RED HEAD and a PLUMED HAT? I love you, Bob)
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No. 181195 ID: e31d52

Also, finally, a ladyperson! :D

She can ride in the hand on the trip back if she wants. |3
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No. 181260 ID: 5e0979

Again, I still want to say that this is a waste of our time as we should be focusing on going up and beating down the Steam Golem. Beating Professor Gialgorra would give us a big influx of cash, a large amount of prestige, and, if we play our cards right, Professor Gialgorra himself or - if you people are dead set on getting a girl - one of Gialgorra's daughters.

And, as dangerous as it sounds, I do not wanna hire someone that's first attack when catching us flatfooted is to just degauss us. We should have some grievous damage to deal with, or at least be incapacitated. We already have at least two other inventors - Dimmond who is building a Soul Grave sized revolver and Ol' Friko is is collecting gems for the Professor - who we can go back to, and this girl hasn't quite proven her worth to me yet.

As for a response:
"My dear, you are simply over estimating your own worth." Fold our arms with a sigh, fixing her with a disappointed, or as disappointed a look a skull with burning ruby eyes can. "I am coming here out of pure curiosity. If any of your wares interest me," Gesture around her room, walking over to something suitably large for us. If there is nothing suitably large and devastating, pick up the smallest finished item and hold it up disdainfully. "Maybe we can talk business, but for now I am here to ofter you a entry level position. I am going to go defeat Professor Gialgorra's Steam Golem and, hopefully, hire the man himself. Even if I do not accomplish this," chuckle to ourselves, shake our head a little. "My little demonstration should have you technical types beating a path to my door, so to speak." Another rueful chuckle, turning to face the girl. "50 mark for anything in this store, and your services if I find no other suitable inventors once I have defeated Professor Gialgorra's Steam Golem. Agreed?"
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No. 181267 ID: 275a5d

>>181260
Redhead and Plumed hat. Don't you dare try to ruin this.

Besides, she's developed quite a novel design, WITHOUT the resources Gialgorra has at his disposal.

ANd if Gialgorra is throwing around 30000 marks on petty fights, then he's quite clearly out of our price range. I'd prefer the talent we can guide.
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No. 181268 ID: 275a5d

And Gialgorra's daughters are just assistants. I don't see why you'd count more on them than someone who's already designing something we can use right now (the Lightning pistols will be very useful for testing out defense mechanisms against Gialgorra's steam golem's Tesla-coil).
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No. 181269 ID: 275a5d

And I do not think acting like a pompous oaf will help us with any potential hires.
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No. 181270 ID: 3afd1f

>>181260
Psst I don't think we can actually beat the Steam Golem right now.

Think about it. Drill arm that would OHKO us? Reusable cannon arm? Continuous lightning cloud generated around the golem? It's also faster than us!

Also note that if we lose, we DIE. We currently have no backup plan in place for someone to repair us after we go kaput. How about before we go up against an incredibly powerful foe for no reason but greed... we make sure it won't end the game if we lose? Let's either get our ghost mage friend up and physical again or learn enough about how Mordre works to tell someone how to repair us if we get broken.
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No. 181274 ID: d1210a

>>181270
Recalling that there are methods of bringing back into operation a Soul Grave damaged to the point of shutdown, I realize that despite this knowledge, I have no method of exploiting such a feat. Likely I would need Kyorto corporeal, or Arkus to become more learned in golemcraft, before I could realistically consider the possibility of 'cheating death'.

>>181166
I shoot out the first retort that comes to mind, caring more for preventing her from building steam than making a salient argument.

"What if it does, what if it doesn't? What if the world is made of pudding?

"Wha-"

"You're logic is flawed, you come undone, I seek an inventor, and oh what a gun, All I'm saying, is to consider this: I'm here to hire, you shouldn't hiss, ...At me, oh nooooooo"

As I watch Jezebel's mouth working as she tries to wrap her head around what I said, I could swear I hear some sort of acoustical instrument being strummed somewhere.... curious.

[Author HAM, no points]

"As far as I have heard, the only other inventor I could call more talented than you, Would be Professor Gialgorra himself, and considering the scale of that prize.... I would wager he has resources you cannot currently match, is that not so?"

"Well, I... well yes, I am better than most of the smaller minded people working here. Did you know they laughed in my face when I said you could weaponize water without the need for magic if you get the pressure per square inch high enough!? What poppycock, to claim that..."

>>181168
"I find myself interested in the interaction between magnetic and electric forces, and furthermore, I need a bit of diversity to my research: Mechanical and Magic both have inherent weaknesses and strengths, and a great man learns to use both in harmony."

I let my shoulders droop while shifting my weight to a single foot and crossing my arms across my chest, carefully folding the coiled Sable Executioner, resembling a fanged drill right now more than anything else, to avoid scoring some scratches on my form. Jezebel regards me cautiously, as if still unsure as to where I am going with this, but it is easy to tell I have garnered her attention, and so I press on.

"Furthermore, as you will be working in the rather... tumultuous environment of the State, Your obviously combat-oriented inventions would see far more rigorous testing. It would be a boon to us both if you came to work with me, young lady, and who knows what you could develop there? For in conflict does science thrive, am I right?"

"...the State? Which one, last I heard there were three different places with the words 'The State' somewhere in their title."

"I speak of the Azelhaedran State."

"...My, but you certainly mean it when you say there will be field testing aplenty. ...I thought the Azelhaedran State was on the brink of collapse with so much of it's resources taken or rendered inoperable, so why do you work there? ...Still, if you can afford a Soul Grave.... and the chances of mixing magic and science, hm, I could be the second coming of Gavrock... Fine, I admit you have my interest, but what kind of resources will I have to work with? I mean, I have a LOT of projects I am still working on here, do you have a ship and/or a heavy wagon to get it to your... what was it you called your place in the State?"

"Kyogrock Arcanoworks"

"Right... well, mister mage, what do you have to say to that? No matter how much a Soul Grave may or may not be able to lift, most of my equipment is relatively fragile, so are you suggesting I abandon the majority of my work and belongings to go with you, or that you'll go to the trouble of transporting my things as well?"

...And just like that, we are back to her expectantly tapping a foot.... though her face seems locked more in a speculative pout rather than genuine irritation. Keddic has take a few slow steps back, and has almost worked his way to the door, when Jezebel's head snaps about the moment he comes close to one of her inventions.

"DON'T TOUCH THAT!

Keddic recoils, goes stiff for a brief instant, shoots a last longing glance at the door, before folding his arms and standing very, very still.


What should I say or do?
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No. 181276 ID: 5e0979

>>181270
See
>>/questdis/325448
We are the biggest, baddest Mordre in this place. We use magnetic to warp and break the steam golem, or turn it off, or break it's brain. We use our incredible powers of mimicry to go 'And turn off'. We use our Sable Executioner to start hacking at joints from twenty feet away. We use the Amaranthine Annihilator to freeze the damn water the steam golem uses to make steam. We have an Anti-Golem shell that, if we spend a few extra hours, we can have several that Keddic can carry for us that we can use the Accelerator on. We have SoulFire, Inferno Golems, pointed stick.

>>181269
Well, someone make that non-oafish. Besides, We have several other options other then her. She is assume she's the only person we can hire and she's wrong and she should be taken down a peg or two.

>>181268
> Gialgorra's daughters are just assistants to the greatest Golem Smith Known.
Yeah, clearly girls raised by such a brilliant man, who help him work on a Golem that has kicked the ass of six hundred Golems, are useless.
Anyway, we can buy the lightening pistol - which, if you'll read carefully, can only be charged by her furnace that she didn't build or at least isn't taking credit of building. Something that turns heat to lightening I'd be more interested in myself.

>>181267

Don't make this about 'oh, hot chick'. We're future rulers of the world and if, for some strange reason, Mordre wants a concubine with red hair, we can get it later.

The pot on beating Gialgorra's golem is more then likely from other people failing then a representation of the Professor's bank account. And the fact that, if we beat said golem, the professor would be interested in us and, if we play our cards right, we could get the professor for free. And if that fails, we just took our the professor's golem. We have 30000 marks, the prestige of kicking the ass of a Golem that has killed 600 other golems, and a few Small Tombs. We have a major lab. If inventors don't kill each other to have a place with us, I'd be surprised.

Anyway, remember what we learned via gossip: a lot of the inventors have been waiting up with Gialgorra's place waiting for an important badass. How about we go looking for one of the inventors not hiding down in a basement with a gang problem and not the most interesting weaponry. Because I should have to remind anyone that we have a lightening cannon back home being worked on by Arkus.
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No. 181281 ID: 275a5d

>>181274
Obviously we can arrange transportation for your equipment. Admittedly, it may take a few weeks to ship all of your supplies to my facility, but that is where you're own choice comes in: Should you agree, you may lock up and come with us when we leave tomorrow, to see the facilities yourself before your things are brought; Or, you could wait here, and travel with the transports when they arrive.

Mind you, should you choose the former, Harksburton, Moss and myself will be making a brisk pace. Likely 3-5 days travel there at most."
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No. 181283 ID: 5e0979

>>181274
"Simply, yes. If you would be so useful as to give me a list of what, ahem, experiments you're running I can tell you what to bring. I will, after all, be your patron now, won't I? However, before we finalize this deal I am going to see how good Gialgorra is and what other Inventors are clustered around his residence like vultures and ravens unless you can convince me you are as good as you brag and worth the commission I would have to pay rather then simply plucking up the first soul that wishes to work for the Great Mage Mordre that bested Gialgorra's Great Work, mmmhm?

And what, pray tell, is 'that'? I hope it's something impressive. The last time I heard the name Gavrock, it impaled into three feet stone...and had horrendous kickback and was an antiquated muzzle-loaded thing."
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No. 181284 ID: 275a5d

>>181276
Actually, we have almost NO options other than her. It's pure luck that she's as good as she seems to be.

The gossip doesn't say that there are a ton of inventors working for/with Gialgorra. It says that a ton of them were hired by the challengers and left with them.

If anything, that means that our options are: Gialgorra
Jezebel

And those suppositions rely FAR to much on 'maybes' and 'ifs'.

MAYBE we can afford Gialgorra.
IF we beat the Steam Golem.
MAYBE his daughters are inventors (you do realize that being assistant to an inventor means little, right? You may have a cursory knowledge, but not enough to strike out on your own, lest you'd be doing your own thing and making a name for yourself already)
IF the Professor takes an interest in our work.
Etc, etc.

(OOC: And no, it's not about getting a woman for Mordre: How the hell would that even work? Its about diversifying the pool of main characters with something other than guys. Interactions get boring when its just dudes brofisting each other and whatnot. A female character who can actually participate (Which Kyorto can't, at the moment) makes for more interesting interactions.

And we should take this to discussion if we want to talk about this particular sidetopic more. Sorry for cluttering)
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No. 181286 ID: 275a5d

And besides, what if we can hire them BOTH? Research teams work better than individuals, so I'm adamantly against burning bridges here and alienating potential allies by tooting our own horn at them.
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No. 181289 ID: 56b6a1

Uh guys, I think we should wait until we go back and talk with the representatives of the state before we start agreeing to give Jezebel any space. What if the state representatives demand their outpost back? Then we'll have dragged her a long way away for nothing...and she won't be happy about that.
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No. 181290 ID: 275a5d

>>181289
This...is a very good point. Hmm...we need to work out a method of convincing the state to cede the outpost to us.
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No. 181291 ID: 3afd1f

Also, we need to arrange for transportation of all her stuff. We don't have a wagon ready at this point.

At least, when we come back to get her, the ferry won't charge anywhere near as much, since Mordre won't need to cross.
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No. 181295 ID: 2aaaf1
 

>>181274
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No. 181300 ID: 56b6a1
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181300

>>181295
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No. 181304 ID: d1210a

>>181276
Partly in an attempt to keep her off balance, and partly for my own curiosity, I inspect the machine she indicated earlier, the contraption attached to a furnace in the back of the room, with a tangled mishmash of wires and cables leading to some sort of housing, where yet another of the red devices she captures lightning in sits. ...I note periodic sparks crackling off the cables, as well as a persistent, high-pitched whine coming from the machine. Armed with this cursory information, I speak.

"I must say, this device here seems quite fascinating. A means of converting heat to electrical energy, Why energy conversion is something of a pet interest to me! Pray tell, did you craft this device, or did you acquire it elsewhere?"

"..Ah, well, the furnace it's hooked up to is obviously just a stock furnace, but the device... still haven't come up with a name for it but I did build it, working off some earlier creations that shared commonalities with this that I was able to squeeze out of some other inventors. As far as I am aware, I am the only person here with such an energy conversion device."

>>181281
>>181283
Having some experience with her now, I recognize Jezebel starting to build steam again, and preemptively return to her prior question.

"Well I could certainly arrange for your equipment to be transported, After all I did get this Soul Grave out here, which weighs a fair bit. Admittedly, it may take a few weeks to ship all your supplies to the State, But then you can choose to either come with us while we see Gialgorra, Or wait until I could transport you and your goods to the State, your choice. ...Hm, if you would be so useful as to give me a list of what, ahem, Experiments you're running I could get a better sense of what kind of shipping process I'd need. I will, after all, be your patron in the case you accept, won't I?"

"I haven't said anything about accepting this 'offer' of yours yet. ...Though you have my attention, since you're willing to ship my stuff with me. A list of things, huh? ...It'd probably be a great deal simpler to just know this: Give or take, I have about ten tons of tools, devices and contraptions that are in some manner or other portable, and of those ten tons, about one ton's worth will need to be transported with care."

Her gaze having not yet left the object Keddic neared for long, Jezebel scowls as she stomps across the lab, muttering as she inspects the device she was so leery of Keddic touching. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I inquire about the device she broods over like a protective hen.

"And what, pray tell, is 'that'? I hope it's something impressive. The last time I heard the name Gavrock, it blasted through three feet of granite... And had horrendous kickback and was an antiquated muzzle-loaded thing."

"Well what do you expect most of his work was done before the creation of more advanced firearms and did you say three feet through granite with a pistol? ...A pistol? Ah, probably the Twins of Gavrock, Myrciala has been trying to sell those for forever... wouldn't mind the chance to take a peek at how they work.... Ah, yes, well, 'this' actually has nothing to do with Gavrock or his work."

Jezebel hefts what appears to be an overworked spearhead that Keddic had nearly brushed against, delicately turning it about in her hands as she speaks. Keddic starts to edge away from her... and anything else in her workshop, clearly intent on not being yelled at again.

"Well, I guess this is a spear, technically, but reworked. See these two bulges here? You can feed two canisters into the spear, and when there's enough pressure on the spearhead, whatever is pressurized in those canisters is released, through hollows in the spear blade. Ah, so far I've mostly worked with gases on this, and had a great deal of success rather... explosively increasing the wounding ability of a spear. But since this is part of my attempt to nail down how to make a proper water-based weapon system, I have tried some fluid filled canisters.... with limited success. The canisters start to prematurely rupture or vent if I try to pressurize something too dense in them."

>>181284
Hm.... while Jezebel continues to inspect her creation as delicately as one would a child, I consider what other options might exist in the here and now for hiring an inventor... and I find myself relying on a great many ifs and maybes. If I do not hire Jezebel.... I know of no other inventors in this port even interested in being hired. Dimmond and Friko both were craftsmen, laboring to build tools and components at the request of inventors, and so would not qualify for what I want. Gialgorra himself MIGHT be a possibility, under ideal circumstance, but I find that somewhat unlikely. ...Though his daughters as well as the few remaining prospects waiting at Gialgorra's could prove viable alternatives... hm.

>>181289
>>181290
...I realize with some degree of worry that the State inspection I am awaiting could well end with them requesting the return of their outpost. 'Twould not do to go to the trouble of hiring someone only to have no place for them. Perhaps making an immediate commitment would be unwise.

I note Jezebel still turning over the spearhead in her hands muttering absentmindedly as she inspects it, our presence ignored in favor of her invention. Keddic seems to have noted this lack of attention, and has now resumed his backpedaling to the door. Even Moss seems to be inclined to back away, having flinched several times at the abrupt outbursts Jezebel has had during our exchange.


What should I say or do?
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No. 181305 ID: 5e0979

>>181284
Will do, but one last not to everyone: Remember >>180610. This girl might be the only one left in the village unclaimed, but there are several more inventors at Gialgorra Place waiting for the 'big name' to show up, which we are.

And >>181289 is right, we should tell her we move very often and she should get used to it - I still don't know why we're wanting to take all of her stuff. I mean, if it's nothing we want her inventing, why should we be paying for it?
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No. 181306 ID: e31d52

>You can feed two canisters into the spear, and when there's enough pressure on the spearhead, whatever is pressurized in those canisters is released, through hollows in the spear blade.

Guys.

http://www.waspknife.com/about.php

GUUUUYS.
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No. 181309 ID: 5e0979

>>181304
Yeaaah, lets get out of here. Tell her something like 'if we can manage we'll get her', but right now she feels like five tons of crazy in a two pound bag. The furnace if nice, but she scrabbled that together from someone else's workings. Lets go see what this Steam Golem looks like.
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No. 181313 ID: 275a5d

>>181306
Goddamn, this woman makes some nasty weapons.

"That IS quite a significant amount of equipment. I think I could arrange it, but with that amount of delicate equipment, I may have to first have to ensure the Arcanoworks has the free capacity. If not, I will have to begin immediate construction of such.

Ho-hum...you ARE quite the handful, my dear." Chuckle good-naturedly as you say this.

This gives us enough wiggle-room to deal with establishing the Arcanoworks as a more permanent base. We'll definately have to talk with Keddic, about this. He may know more about the States modus operandi on this matter than we.

Any inventor is going to be quirky. I like her confidence, and her weaponry has got a mean-streak. Man-portable, too, which is more than I can say for what I've heard of Gialgorra's work.

And EVERY Invention utilizes elements invented by others. Every. Last. One. Her conversion mechanism is no less a marvel for it.

And again, that passage does not say there are inventors flocking to Gialgorra. It says they have been hired by previous challengers, likely gone from the island with them as well.
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No. 181320 ID: d1210a
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181320

>>181305
>>181309
>>181313
"That IS quite a significant amount of equipment to move, no doubt. I think I could arrange it, but with that amount of delicate equipment, I may have to first have to ensure the Arcanoworks has the free capacity. If not, I will have to begin immediate construction of such."

"Again, not like I have yet agreed to work with you, as we haven't talked specifics, let along price yet, but that's fine. ...So, what do you think of the few bits of my work you've seen so far?"

"I find the weapons you make to be deliciously nasty, Which should be rather helpful in the Azelhaedran State. Beyond that, the fact both weapons have been man-portable, well... Let us say if you do end up working for me, I shall keep you busy."

"'Tis the only proper way to work, with deadlines pressing down on you to get the creative juices flowing."

"Indeed. Well, I have other tasks to attend to on Golgan island, So I shall take my leave now. Do expect to see me again though, Miss Jezebel, For I find myself quite intrigued by what you make."

Jezebel gently puts the spearhead down, and glares at me with a tumult of expression warring across her face.

"...Well, if that's everything, then I guess... I'll see you, when and if you return to continue this conversation. Well, if we're done talking, do vacate my workshop, it's hard enough to move around in here without some great hulking golem stuck in here too."

I let Jezebel begin shooing me out of her lab, taking pains to avoid coming in contact with any of her projects piled about the place, and rejoin Keddic and Moss, who are waiting outside the shop, having made good their escape earlier. I hear Jezebel begin muttering to herself about money, and I hear the name Diomand mentioned again with significant stress. As she closes the doors to her lab, shutting herself inside, I address Keddic.

"Well then, I'd say she has some interesting inventions on hand, wouldn't you?"

"Haha.... yes, I suppose she does, but it's a bit disconcerting how much she acts like my sister... well anyway, where to now?"

"Considering it is past noon, and the ship I chartered is leaving tomorrow.... I would say it is time to pay a visit to professor Gialgorra, to see his Steam Golem."

"Oh sure, I remember the way. Ah, do you want to leave right now then?"

"Indeed."

"Well all right then. ...Uh, could you hold onto the Twins of Gavrock for me? it's a bit awkward to move quickly while carrying this box."

I take the oak box containing the two pistols and shot mold that make up the Twins of Gavrock, and carefully secure it in my hand along with my supply of metal rations (which I take a moment to partake of), the coinage, and some travel rations for Keddic. Without further fanfare, Keddic begins jogging at his blistering pace, and Moss and I lumber along behind him, following the fourth scion of the Harksburton line to Professor Gialgorra's.

Our path has almost no deviation or meandering to it, and even though we pass by two other settlements on our journey, we do not go all that near them, or make any move to slow. As the sun sets, I see lights dotting a mountainside some distance before us, on the edge of an ocean-facing cliff. Another hour of running later, and we approach the base of a mountain with buildings jutting from it like parasites, smoke and noise coming from dozens of the structures. But a single entrance is visible, a well-worn cave with steps hewn into the stone leading upwards, letters as tall as a man carved into the stone above the cave's entrance, reading as follows:

Welcome to Professor Gialgorra's manse.
To all golem-operators, take the third left on the stairs.
Un-welcomed trespassers will be used as test subjects.


"Ah-hah, I see he retained his caution to would-be thieves.... well, here we are, Professor Gialgorra's abode. As I recall, there is a reception desk inside, though I could not say if it would be open at night."


What should I say or do?
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No. 181321 ID: 5e0979

>>181313
The passage is this one:

> Well, there's probably still some inventors at Gialgorra's place, holding out for a better job by waiting for more important visitors... they could be your bet... or there could be some still lurking about normal-wise, but I wouldn't really know."

Which means we should go deal with a Steam Golem and this girl still hasn't done anything impressive yet. The spear is interesting, but nothing to write home about, and a shock gun we already have that does even more damage.

What we should do is head up to the Professor's hut, scope it out and ask the inventors there what they think of this girl. We have no previous info on this girl other then she's the only Inventor still in the 'normal' side of town and she thinks she's the next coming of Gavrock which sounds strangely like
>alienating potential allies by tooting our own horn at them.
Anyway, pull back, ask about this Jezebel, see if we can land a nice inventor without having to pay them and with the understanding that we're a wondering mage and if we -can't-, we come back, get the girl, and get ready to leave.

And as a note to >>181284 I guess you do want a hot chick because no one seems to remember Ellorika who should be a righteous badass as being trained with Derkin and our Crazy-Dream-Warrior.
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No. 181323 ID: 5e0979

>>181320
Note: The Professor is now awesome.
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No. 181324 ID: 5e0979

To all golem-operators, take the third left on the stairs. And, darn it, start pumping out Anti-golem shells as fast as our Magnetomancy can handle!
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No. 181332 ID: 3afd1f

It doesn't say to leave your golem outside. Let's go in.
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No. 181335 ID: 275a5d

>>181321

Ah, missed that bit. I still have to say I'm partial to the one who is striking out on their own rather than trying to ride the coattails of better.

I do not believe you understand what alienating means, or the context in which it is used. Musing on the merits of mixing magic and pure technological innovation and how such a line of research could lead to greatness is not tooting your own horn and being pompous: It's MUSING ON THE MERITS OF INNOVATION.

Saying something along the lines of "I'm loathe to have to try to make time for one such as you, but I'll consider it. You should be so lucky to work for the great and powerful Mordre", on the other hand, is.

And yes, that is an awesome sign, though it seems somewhat hypocritical to be all "she seems crazy, lets have nothing to do with her" with Jez when she fawns over the safety of her devices, and then be all "thats awesome" with Gialgorra's threat of experimentation and mad science with trespassers. :p

I do agree and asking about Jezebel, though. More info is always good.
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No. 181337 ID: 275a5d

And as for Ellorika, she has too little personality as yet for anyone to care, yet. Though by all means, do put more words in my mouth. :)
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No. 181343 ID: d1210a
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181343

>>181324
>>181332
[Since this had been suggested earlier and I had not accounted for it, Mordre retroactively made two more Anti-Golem shells, currently held in his hand. Counting the one still in the barrel, this means he has three rounds on hand.]

I decide to follow the instructions left outside, and march inside, noting the steps to easily accomodate my feet as I ascend them. After a few twists and turns, at a few points needing to duck my head lest I clip a stalactite, we make our way to a large central chamber, the roof of stone absent, in it's place one of the protruding buildings jutting from this mountain sets it's roots above, with a spiral staircase leading up to it on the left side of the chamber... though I note the staricase to be far to frail for me. Thankfully, The normal stone steps seem to continue on the far end of the chamber. In between, I see a desk, though no one is manning it currently. As I proceed onwards, passing by the building above and the desk below, I hear a window creak open, and a voice echoes through the area.

"Oh, excellent, that looks like a Soul Grave... Uh, give me a moment."

Before I can turn about and see who spoke, I hear a window click shut, and the sounds of objects being moved about. As I finish turning, I see someone working their way down the staircase, their form swathed in a thick coat festooned with dozens of pockets and tools. At first I can tell nothing about this individual, as a heavy scarf and pair of goggles obscure the entirety of their face, but as the individual reaches the floor of the chamber, she pushes back the goggles, loosens the scarf and unbuttons the heavy coat, contentedly letting out a sigh of relief.... before promptly jumping into a rather exuberant bit of dialogue.

"...Wow, that really is a Soul Grave. Oh, dad is going to love this... Ah, hi, I am Lucrazzia Gialgorra, and I guess tonight is my shift to man the tables.... so, I assume, what with the golem there, that you are here for the challenge right?"

I realize she is facing and addressing Keddic with her commentary. I act to correct that.

"While 'tis true that I have a great deal of interest in... your father's Steam Golem, And the challenge does have a most considerable prize attached to it, But Keddic is not the operator of this golem. Pleasure to meet you, I am the mage Mordre"

Instead of being shocked, Lucrazzia goes deadly still for an instant as her eyes go vacant, before she responds a scant second later.

"...Okay, so remote golem operation... maybe World magic, to use leylines like giant cables to connect you to the golem? ...Or maybe... nah, I'm not even going to try to guess, magic isn't my thing. Still!"

Her exuberence returns a hundred fold.

"So, wow, that is certainly a new one.... oh, dad is going to be SOOOOOO PISSED someone figured out how to operate a golem at range-I assume you are at range, else why even bother using such a method.... I, ah, don't suppose there is any chance you achieved this through any non-magical means? I happen to have a fascination with communication, and to achieve real-time control at distance... well, let me reiterate: WOW!!"

Lucrazzia continues to gawk at my form, having managed to place herself between the stairs leading onward and our group in her excitement, still speculating as to how 'the mage Mordre' controls this golem.

...I find myself growing somewhat uncomfortable from this sustained attention.


What should I say or do?
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No. 181346 ID: 3afd1f

>>181343
Be secretive. We're not about to give them any idea how we're doing it, not until we have all the problems worked out and we can publish our work. Can't have anyone stealing credit, now can we?
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No. 181352 ID: 3afd1f

If she continues to pester us, then get irritated at her.

"No, I won't speak further on this! The last time I shared any information about the inner workings of my device, the bastard ran off and tried to sell it to the highest bidder! I had to hunt him down myself. I... I'm not a battlemage. Never again."
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No. 181355 ID: d3dfb8

>>181352
What? No this is stupid and you should feel stupid.
We are controlling a Soul Grave, obviously we have nothing against battling.
>>181346
This will do fine
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No. 181356 ID: 3afd1f

>>181355
There's a difference between controlling a golem to kill things and hunting down a man and killing them in person.
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No. 181357 ID: 5e0979

>>181343
Instantaneous communication? Awesome! We need to pick her brain later. Ask her just how she thinks we're doing it. Be cagey and secretive, however, but not mean.

"Instantaneous communication? Ah, such a useful magic...ohoh! Or, in your case, science that is just like magic, isn't it? Well, I shalln't tell you - Now now, I have papers to publish and many other things I should do before I go blabbing a old man's precious secrets. But...well...heh...If you guess right, I might tell you, how about that?"
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No. 181358 ID: 5e0979

>>181356
And we're in a Soul Grave. Which runs on souls. Yeah, we're a researcher that FUCKING LOVES BATTLE, ILLIA GET ME MY TEA AND CAKES, I'M KICKING ASS, FUCK YEAH!

*cough, hack, weeze* oh, pardon pardon, that's a bit too much excitement for my old body...oh dear...
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No. 181366 ID: 445c48

Say that you aren't willing to disclose the details of a project still in development, very secret stuff, you know, might combine a bit of both magic and mundane if you know what I mean, nevermind, didn't say a word, forget that.
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No. 181400 ID: 000a65

Also tell her that we are looking to possibly be a participant or a spectator in one of her dad's fights.

We should also try and see if we can just talk shop with gialgorra's daughters some time. Judging by this girl...we could get along smashingly.
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No. 181406 ID: 275a5d

While innocent enough, I do not like her ruminations on our means of "controlling" soul graves. Such a line of thought could eventually lead to dangerous conclusions.

"Oh ho, no no, I'm afraid thats something of a secret at the moment, though your guess is an interesting one.

If I might ask, is there a reason your father would find my discovery upsetting?"
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No. 181412 ID: d1210a

>>181406
"If I might ask, is there a reason your father would find my discovery upsetting?"

"Well not specifically, but more along the lines of 'he didn't get to discover it first', though if magic is involved, he might not care overmuch... I'm not really sure, I hadn't considered the idea much before you showed up, so I haven't fully thought through the possible ramifications if any for your discovery, in terms of relevance to my father I'm sorry I'm babbling."

>>181346
"Well, I'm sure you understand why I can't divulge much of the methods.... At least, not until I have time to work out the kinks and publish my work."

Lacrazzia blinks in mild astonishment for a moment, before her cheeks brighten with mortification as she begins to backpedal, mouth still going a mile a minute.

"Ah, oh, I'm sorry dad's always telling me I get too nosy... and so do my sisters...."

>>181366
"Oh, water under the bridge. I can get a bit protective, Of my work that is. Ah, been years to get those runes to work right, What with that confounded machiner... ah, never-mind, Pretend I didn't say that."

Her prior enthusiasm returns as she considers my words, and I see her interest overwhelm her earlier bout of anxiety as her mind races about, likely trying to determine what contraptions could be involved in this process.

"Still, got to say, really neat, however you do it! .....So, here for the contest and the prize, right?"

>>181400
"You could say I have an interest, yes. And I find myself intrigued by this 'Steam Golem' Actually, being a spectator would be nice, As well as having a match with my own golem."

"Umm... you can watch some matches if you go up, but only if whoever dad is up against says its okay. Oh, and I totally know what you mean, I've worked on that thing a buncha times, and I still have no idea how it's even powered, beyond where the engines are. I mean, you wouldn't think a contained object could perpetually output.... ANYTHING, really, without some form of input, hah, we even paid some mages to check the engines once, when dad was busy, not a trace of magic.... OH, and we won't let us look at them, sooooooo frustrating! Sorry, babbling, but anyway, dad stays up REAL late, since most people have to travel to get here, so we get late night visitors a lot... point being, there's... gosh, I think eight golems here? Oh, you'll like this, one's a Small Tomb, a real big one too.... which makes me question why they are called Small Tombs..."

Lacrazzia continues on, giving a brief description of some four clay golems, three runed, two stone golems, one runed, a wood golem and the mentioned Small Tomb, all having gone upstairs for the challenge while she has been watching the entrance. ....It takes her some five minutes to tell us this, as she constantly gets sidetracked by errant ideas, some of which she responds to as if they were epiphanies. ....A rather strange girl, this Lacrazzia.

>>181356
I bring her rambling to a close as I speak again, finding some amusement in her startled expression as I rejoin the conversation.

"Instantaneous communication? Ah, such a useful magic...ohoh! Or, in your case, science that is just like magic, isn't it? Now, while I did say I couldn't tell you how it works, Well...heh...If you guess right, I might tell you, how about that?"


As her eyes goggle at me, alarmingly wide, Keddic quickly interjects.

"Ah, but only five guesses, no more."

Lacrazzia begins to frown, and paces about, muttering to herself, already lost in the proffered challenge. Keddic sidles up beside me, and whispers conspiratorially.

"..Well, she's distracted, if you want to meet the professor, we should go now, before she starts up again. I.... remember Lacrazzia's special brand of enthusiasm, and it may be best to just.... move on. Besides, if we wait too long, it might mean less matches we get to watch."


What should I say or do?
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No. 181421 ID: 5e0979

>>181406
How? If we don't tell her just how, we could steal her ideas for later.
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No. 181439 ID: 5e0979

>>181412
Well, lads and lasses, do we wanna go first or do we wanna watch a few battles - remember, if one of these new-meats has a plan vaguely like ours, it could screw the whole thing, but if we go first we have no idea how the Steam Golem works.

And anyway, to Keddic and Lacrazzia, we need to registered and such, and I'm sure Lacrazzia can guess while she walks us through this. And if we want to watch, we can always offer her a seat beside us to explain what's going on an all.

Also:
>"Well not specifically, but more along the lines of 'he didn't get to discover it first', though if magic is involved, he might not care overmuch... I'm not really sure, I hadn't considered the idea much before you showed up, so I haven't fully thought through the possible ramifications if any for your discovery, in terms of relevance to my father I'm sorry I'm babbling."

Two large Golems, controlled from a distance, by two old men who enjoy hot blooded combat?
GATTAI!
Yeah, we need to figrue out how to merge with the Steam Golem and become...Steam Mordre!
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No. 181443 ID: 88e2b7

I love where this is going.
"Well my dear, don't burn yourself out"
Say this while proceeding upwards.
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No. 181458 ID: 3afd1f

>>181439
Uh... well, there is one thing wrong here. Mordre isn't actually being controlled. He's a sentient golem :D
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No. 181460 ID: 2aaaf1

>>181456
Which is why we are pretending to be a controlled one. In case you haven't noticed, people in general DON'T take to kindly to the thought of a huge metal man created for the purpose of war and death gaining the ability to think for itself.
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No. 181469 ID: 000a65

>>181439

Um...I thought we had agreed that we should head back to arcanoworks to deal with the state and then come back here and fight the golem...That way we could have our AA charged to max capacity. We can still stick around and watch the fights here first though...
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No. 181475 ID: 3afd1f

>>181469
Agreed. Although... there is the matter of that person that Jezebel was having problems with. We should endeavor to ensure that she is still undamaged when we return, as well as her lab and inventions.

Perhaps we can either give her enough money to deal with the problem, or deal with the problem ourselves?
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No. 181482 ID: 5e0979

>>181469
When did we agree or even state that?
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No. 181486 ID: 5e0979

...also, we have been moving constantly for about a week since the last time we laser-eyed someone. In all honestly, everyone going 'we should charge up the AA' should remember that most of the time we won't have so damn long to walk and run and a week is more then enough time for just one golem.
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No. 181488 ID: 000a65

>>181482

Here.
>>180925
>>180927
>>180932
>>180934
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No. 181506 ID: 88e2b7

>>181482
Ya, what >>181488 said.
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No. 181512 ID: d3dfb8

For the record, I'm against leaving I think we can take him now.
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No. 181515 ID: 88e2b7

>>181512
Well, since we are already here, we might as well. This point of view may change after we see a few matches. We can be like the super powerful bad guys that show up and see you fight from the shadows, smirk then disappear.
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No. 181516 ID: d3dfb8

>>181515
Ok I'm good with that we watch a few matches the decide.
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No. 181521 ID: 5e0979

>>181516
>>181515
The major thing I'm worried about is if we wait, weaknesses we might want to exploit could become apparent and the Professor would fix them.
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No. 181530 ID: 445c48

Also I think you should tell her why they're called Small Tombs. It's because they're powered by one powerful soul, while a Full on Soul Grave as yourself is powered by many dozens of souls, as I recall.

I might just be making this up! I have an extremely poor memory!
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No. 181537 ID: d1210a
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181537

>>181469
>>181488
[The idea of returning was proposed, but as of yet it has not become a majority consensus, and so it has not been followed. A majority is required, not just agreement between a few posters, for a relatively large change in action like that.]

>>181421
...Hmm. If Lacrazzia comes up with some workable ideas, I could incorporate them into my cover to add more believability to it... interesting. Perhaps her attention to my secret could end up being beneficial to me

>>181439
"So, Miss Gialgorra, is there any paperwork, Or registration I would have to do for a bout?"

"What? Oh, no, not really. I mean, if you want you can fill out some information, but all that you really have to have is a hundred marks for the entry fee, and a willingness to... well, potentially have your golem scrapped without compensation. ...Which would be a shame, as I would really like the chance to puzzle out how you control that thing from a technical standpoint, maybe even more than I want to take apart the three engines in dad's Steam Golem, and that would be hard if, um, your Soul Grave was destroyed, because then I couldn't ask you if my guesses are right... and I don't have a time limit for the guesses, do I?"

"Not at all, but as Keddic remarked, you get only the five guesses."

>>181530
"...Ah, just to check, but you do know what distinguishes a Soul Grave, Such as the one I use, from a Small Tomb, do you not?

"Ah, actually, no, not really. I don't know much about golems other than the Steam Golem. Why, what makes them different?"

"Small Tombs are designed to house a single Heroic soul, That is the soul of someone with exceptional will and determination, And to be powered by the ambient energy of that soul... indefinitely, As far as I have been able to ascertain. Soul Graves, on the other hand, house multiple souls, As well as being designed both to consume more souls, And to be easily reformed at the behest of the user."

"That's.... actually, that's pretty informative, thanks!"

>>181443
As Lacrazzia furrows her brow and paces back and forth, clearly losing herself in the theorizing of possible means I could be 'controlling' this golem by, I begin making my way forward, towards the stone steps leading ever higher into this hollowed mountain.

"Well my dear, don't burn yourself out."

"Huh, wha-oh, right, yeah, sure..... I wonder where I put that..."

Lacrazzia makes her way back to the house sitting above us in lieu of a ceiling, still excitedly creating and shooting down ideas as she verbalizes her thought process in a hushed, hurried tone. The steps, leading into yet another tunnel heading up higher into the mountain, quickly obscure the prior chamber from sight. The steps wind back and forth, and two hallways branch off on the right and left each, before I come to a four way intersection occupying a large chamber... containing the third left. I hear some noises coming from the left hallway, though they are too distorted for me to discern their origin, while Keddic whistles loudly, inspecting the room we occupy with clear respect. Tubes and pipes leading in and out of the rock walls hook up to dozens of machines, with more than a dozen ventilation shafts trailing off into the ceiling... which I note seems perpetually shrouded in steam, the true height of this room hidden from view. Gears of all sizes spin at their own speeds, ranging in size from some no larger than a fly to a pair of gears so massive only a sliver is even present in the room, the rest of their bulk hidden within the mountain itself, turning with a slow, inevitable ponderousness. I hear conversation and footsteps down the right corridor, and the path before me has an inscription above it, reading:

If you aren't my daughter, pass this point at your own risk.
I'd say I warned you, but I don't have words for what I'd do to you.


As Keddic reads this, he guffaws, slapping his side as he chokes out some words.

"Ah, I forgot how entertaining Gialgorra's little 'mountain notes' as he calls them can end up being... Hm... 'twas the third left, was it not?"

"As I recall, yes."

"Well then!"

Keddic starts marching down the left corridor, and Moss and I both follow along after him. ...It is at this point I realize Lacrazzia didn't even make mention of Moss. Rather odd, considering how most at least give it a wary glare.

These thoughts exit my mind as I watch a weeping man decorated in silks and velvets walking by, several guards and attendants trying to sooth him. Several bow respectfully to Keddic, but otherwise do not stop or attempt to speak with us. As the path we follow snakes about, we come upon another group, garbed in a type of attire I have never seen before. They say nothing as we pass, and after we round the corner, Keddic speaks to me.

"I do say, those looked like some representatives of the Land Of Dragons! Hm, I wonder what kind of golem they brought, the empire has a preference for Stone and Clay, very little interest in wood... though, they didn't look pleased at all."

We pass a final group, this one comprised of several soldiers dressed in plate or mail, led by a crestfallen looking man in gilded armor, hanging his head in shame. Finally, as we pass them, we round a final corner and-

Noise assaults us almost immediately, and a spare instant after we exit the tunnel, a Stone golem crashes into a rock wall scant feet away from us. At it's moment of impact, I realize several things. For one, that this isn't a room, but a flat clearing amidst the mountain peaks, at least two hundred feet in diameter. The next thing I notice is that there are four golems visible standing at attention, with dozens of wealthy looking individuals standing nearby, all watching the center of this clearing.

The next thing I notice is that it was not a Stone golem that hit the wall: it was half of one. I see engravings dotting it's form, but I sense no spark of magic, or any guiding force in the husk that slides to the ground, still crumbling and cracking from the attack.

"Excellent work, excellent work! Now, who is next to step up and challenge the Comprehensive Augmented Neutralizing Invention, the Steam Golem! Well, don't be shy, the prize is now up to 36,400 marks, with lord Qulantos now short a golem, ah-HAH!"

I turn my attention back to the center of this stage I find myself on, to find a bald, bearded man in a heavy silver lab coat grinning maniacally, and assume him to be Professor Gialgorra.

...For beside him, stands.... A being of gears, steam and lightning... and I know myself to be staring at the Steam golem, still exuding nominal amounts of thick, obscuring steam from the multitude of exhaust ports dotting it's form.

I see the people standing by the four remaining golems looking at one another, clearly looking for someone else to fight next. Several spot our arrival, and soon the whole crowd turns to stare at us. Even Gialgorra is forced to halt his grandstanding, and turns to us and-

"Keddic, you tenacious scoundrel, still alive I see!"

"Hah, so it seems, so it seems. How are you, professor? And might I add, congratulations on finishing your golem, the creative augmented...."

"Just call it CANTI, or the Steam Golem, whichever is easier. ...So, you found yourself a golem eh? And would my estimation that is a Soul Grave be accurate?"

"Yes, indeed it is! But.... well, it's not my Soul Grave, it belong to the mage Mordre."

Professor Gialgorra peers about, a small frown ghosting across his face.

"...Who?"


What should I say or do?
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No. 181538 ID: 5e0979

>>181530
Or...-not- tell someone we and our brothers are powered by the souls of the dead in a horrific furnace of burning soulfire? You know, maybe?

I'd suggest saying we're not sure either or something. Bonding, you know?
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No. 181547 ID: 445c48

>>181538
Well it's kind of in the name you know. No need to get into specifics about the whole horrific burning in our bellyfurnace. No, just hey we're a grave for souls, haha, and those are like us, but smaller.

Modre, Wave and introduce yourself.
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No. 181549 ID: 1ac39d

it's name is CANTI? FUCK YEAH!!
i don't want to totally destroy it now, but severe crippling is fine.
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No. 181550 ID: 5e0979

>>181537
ME! THE MAGE MORDRE, THE ONLY MAN TO CONTROL A GOLEM ACROSS NATIONS!" Dramatic sweep forward! "And I have come to...can i touch it? Please? Oh my god, and all without magic! This is wondrous! Please, how did you manage to counteract the weight problem? Oh, goodie-goodie-goodie! let me get my notebook out!"
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No. 181552 ID: 1ac39d

>>181550
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too much giggling school girl
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No. 181558 ID: 88e2b7

Ok.. this thing looks significantly badass, I definitely don't feel like fighting it yet, but if yall want to then by all means...we will not lose.

"*MIGHTY LAUGH*" Time to sound impressive "All the searching in the world will do you no good Gialgorra for I am miles from this place! I am the mage Mordre, The creator of the long range Golem control system!", Point at golem " I see you have some impressive creations under your belt as well"
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No. 181563 ID: 5e0979

>>181552
Oh come on, we're a golem focused mage. This is like...hell, our first date our something.
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No. 181564 ID: 5e0979

Ok, do we wanna recruit the Professor, or beat him? I...I really don't know what I wanna do. I -really- wanna try and find a way to combine with the CAN-I...
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No. 181566 ID: d3dfb8

Wow guys this is pitiful. Just introduce yourself Mordre, and inform the good professor that you are interested in watching his golem fight.
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No. 181568 ID: 1ac39d

we can beat him, just not destroy him. leave it in a state that some intense elbow grease can get it up and running eventually. if we take some licks as well then a good match for all in attendance.
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No. 181571 ID: 3afd1f

>>181568
I don't think we can beat him. Let's wait for the next bout, then we'd know for sure.

Also tell him how you're not surprised he's never heard of you, since you have yet to publish anything. At least, under the name Mordre.
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No. 181591 ID: 5e0979

If anyone isn't reading the Discussion Thread, we need to find anyone who knows about any other Gavrock artifacts.
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No. 181606 ID: 903f16

>>181537

"...Hm, I suppose no one would have heard of me on - what did you say this place was called Keddic? Golgan Island? No, much too far away. What a shame. Well suffice it to say I am a great mage from distant lands who has perfected remote golem control. Some of my finest work you know, took ages to perfect, but that's besides the point.

I am here to partake in your contest and to perhaps talk some shop with a distinguished colleague working in a similar field. If you'd let me though, I'd prefer to take a look at how these fine gentlemen do against your golem before I commit to anything."

I think that should more or less get the point across without being too silly. I don't think we really want to go for HAM points with this introduction.
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No. 181607 ID: d3dfb8

>>181606
Perfect thank you.
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No. 181628 ID: 45be60

>>181550
I AM TOTALLY FINE WITH THIS.

In any event, don't let them talk you into fighting next. These guys all got to see previous fights, after all.

------
I think it is important to develop at least some of the details of our control method before we have to start answering guesses. A long time ago, we discussed the possibility of having mini Mordre skulls we could communicate through. It would make sense for the spells doing that to be the same ones working on the main golem, so I would like to propose that our communication systems are separate from the movement systems.
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No. 181630 ID: d1210a
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181630

>>181537
[.... this is supposed to have 'Comprehensive Augmented Neutralizing Technical Invention' as it's name, hence why CANTI is a viable nickname. Pretend it said that in the prior post, as that is what the official full name is.]

>>181549
For some strange reason, I find myself feeling some form of affinity for the Steam Golem, this C.A.N.T.I. before me, and I try to puzzle out the origins of this perceived attachment. ....My best guess falls to it being, well, my antithesis, a golem that has no use for magic, or even for a consciousness. It just... IS... this golem is a profoundly simple existence, devoid of awareness or worry. Compared to myself, with my magical origins and function, my sapience, and my machinations about the land... it has the feel of perfect simplicity to it, a tool in humanoid form.... which is what our creators, fleshlings as a whole, seem to desire from golems.... this is a thought I feel I must follow when I have the time, to better understand what my own existence even means.

>>181550
>>181558
[PUT YA HAM ON]
I take a dramatic stride forward, puffing out my chest as I plant my fist and Sable Executioner on my hips, taking a wide stance as I boom out laughter.

"MWA-HA-HA-HAAAAA, you shall have to search far harder than that, professor, To find the illustrious Mage Mordre, the only man to control a golem across nations themselves!!"

I see concern and confusion spread across nearly every face-but not Gialgorra's. No, at my words, only a wide, toothy grin, his brows furrowed over wild eyes. I find his response a refreshing change of pace from the normal reactions to my 'reveal'.... though his grin reminds me of someone finding a new toy to play with. I take a long step forward, and point a dramatic finger at the professor.

"I have heard tales of your creations, Professor Gialgorra, And I have come to see what wonders you have crafted!"

Gialgorra mimics my prior stance, setting his feet wide, puffing out his chest and planting his fists on his hips, he bellows out a retort into the night air.

"NYA-HA-HAAAA, then you have come to the right place, for BEHOLD my greatest creation, a golem completely bereft of the need for magic, or even fuel! If you have come to test your golem against mine, I WELCOME the challenge! I've not yet had the pleasure of crushing a Soul Grave, ha-HAAA!!"

I tilt my head back back, and snap out a retort, unwilling to be the first to drop the grandiosity.

"HOLD, professor Gialgorra: I would like to see your wondrous creation in action, And observe it's workings, for I too have an interest in golems, and much could be learned from your creation!"

"As I am as magnanimous as I am intelligent, I shall allow your request, mage Mordre!"

Professor Gialgorra turns on the groups beside the four remaining golems-which I now note to be two Stone Golems, one particularly large and the other sporting runes, a runed clay golem bearing a club, nearly the size of Oggroth.... and a Small Tomb forged of blackened steel, my equal in size and bearing a massive sword sporting several runes-and clutches a fist in their direction as he bellows out more speech.

"WELL, which one of you has the courage, the gumption, the drive to face my Steam Golem next!? Hmm!?"

For a moment there is no response, but finally the unruned stone golem, some twenty five feet of granite with quartz eyes and sporting an extra pair of arms, each fist topped with what look to be diamond spikes, moves into the ring at the spoken command of a portly man with heraldry of a castle being broken by a pick on his chest.

"My Silicathos will be your foe this time, Professor."

Professor Gialgorra leers madly at the new entry into the ring, before abruptly howling out a new proclamation, hefting a heavy rod as he does so.

"CANTI, THE SHOW IS ABOUT TO START!!"

With a surprisingly smooth shift, the previously stationary Steam Golem re-balances itself, and it's eyes glow with a fierce blue light.

[+7 HAM points. Total HAM points: 036 Amount required for next reward: 050]


..........................................[Perspective Shift: Lord Dregas, Operator of Stone Golem Silicanthos].................................................

...Well, hopefully this will go well. I go over what my Silicanthos can do as I consider what my first move will be:

--Silicanthos was built atop a leyline geyser that popped up in my land during the time of my forefathers, and has been passed down to each heir. As a result of the prolific World magic involved at it's creation, Silicanthos can slowly regenerate any damages, so long as it is in contact with stone.... I note this whole arena has a floor completely comprised of stone, so this should effectively be constantly happening. For reference, a hand could be reformed if lost in perhaps a minute, an arm three or more minutes.
--The diamond spikes on Silicanthos' four fists are able to self-sharpen any time they are broken, and likewise benefit from Silicanthos' ability to regenerate, with a fully lost diamond fully reforming in 30 seconds. While in contact with enough earth and stone, Silicanthos' knuckles will stay perpetually keen, possessing subtle points to rend through armor.
--In each of Silicanthos' palms, a large, facet-less crystal is present. These crystals, as an embodiment of order, can absorb multiple forms of energy, and harmlessly dissipate it without harming Silicanthos. There is a limit to how much energy the crystals can absorb and disperse with their Order, designated by their transparency: The crystals slowly lose transparency as they fill, and will break shortly after becoming fully opaque. These crystals can also benefit from Silicanthos' ability to regenerate, and are reformed in two minutes.
--As a Stone Golem forged not just atop a leyline junction, but also the aforementioned briefly lived leyline geyser, Silicanthos' can 'glide' across rock while in contact with it, allowing him to stay fully braced while moving, letting the earth carry him. Only possible when in contact with stone, but capable of lightning turns and reversals, even if the overall top speed is not that impressive. This also makes Silicanthos impossible to knock over while so melded with the ground. without destroying it's legs (which can reform in two and a half minutes).
--Silicanthos has a concealed mouth that comprises the majority of it's chest, with a width of some ten feet. The mouth, when opened, is seen to be completely covered in jagged garnet teeth, each more than a foot long.

Hm.... I need to give Silicanthos some verbal commands, but I can be somewhat vague, as it can problem solve on it's own.... though leaving it to it's own devices could leave it making tactically unsound decisions.


What orders should I give Silicanthos?
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No. 181634 ID: 903f16

>>181630
Stone glide across the arena and towards the steam golem. Attempt to absorb any thermal energy you can while you make your glide so you may disperse it when you reach the target. Be prepared to parry or dodge any strike it makes at you as you near closer together and go for a targeted strike against it's rather unarmored looking joints.
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No. 181635 ID: d3dfb8

>>181630
Try to luring it into thrusting with its drill then hit the elbow just above it, attempt to sever it.
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No. 181636 ID: 445c48

"Glide over and punch the shit out of that golem, watch out for the drill"
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No. 181637 ID: 74c996

>>181630
>The diamond spikes on Silicanthos' four fists are able to self-sharpen any time they are broken, and likewise benefit from Silicanthos' ability to regenerate, with a fully lost diamond fully reforming in 30 seconds.

You have an infinite diamond generator and you're entering gladiatorial contests? Why?

Regardless, glide over and punch the shit out of that golem.
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No. 181638 ID: 275a5d

>>181630

Oh my god this is hilarious.

Alright. Silicanthos, eh? The big thing we're going to want to do is avoid that godforsaken Lortoxite drill. Fortunately with 4 arms, we may have the advantage in a grapple.

We want to limit it's avenue of attack. If this room is constructed primarily of stone flooring, I say we bait an attack, glide-step it, and lock his drill down with two arms.
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No. 181639 ID: d3dfb8

>>181636
>>181637
If you aren't even going to try, don't post.
>>181638
This.
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No. 181642 ID: e31d52

>and lock his drill down with two arms.

Once this is done, you need to dent as many sensitive-looking areas as you can! PUNCH THE SHIT OUTTA THE CORE.
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No. 181645 ID: 5e0979

Question: Just how -big- is this bloody Steam Golem anyway? I mean, does it tower over us, are we face-to-face, what?

Same question can be answered for Mordre as well as Silicanthos, please.
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No. 181646 ID: 275a5d

Well, if that image is accurate, it's between 15 and 20 feet in height, with its head around the 15 foot mark.

So of a size with us. Mordre, if I recall, is 15 feet tall.
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No. 181647 ID: 1ac39d

waiting for steam golem to be so powerful that our tactics spectacularly fail.
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No. 181649 ID: 445c48

>>181639
Well, we're allowed to be a little vauge, and he does have to shout it out loud, so the professor could probably hear him and issue orders that would stop us.

But yeah, changing my vote to "Glide over there, grab his drill with two arms, and then punch the shit out of him with the others"
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No. 181651 ID: d3dfb8

>>181649
I understand vague but some sort of general idea on how to not die is more helpful than go over there and hit the guy.
>>181647
What.
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No. 181652 ID: 5e0979

>>181646
Yeah, but what confused me was is that picture to scale with humans, or is it to scale with Mordre - and we still should figure out how big dead ol' Silicanthos is compared to the CANTI and, yeah, I kinda like Silicanthos, too bad he's kinda dead.

I -would- suggest that we no go after joints or vents - that's gonna be Mordre's aim. Pay no attention to these random thoughts either, just wondering if you had the oven on in dream words.
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No. 181676 ID: d1210a

>>181634
Silicanthos' crystals don't cause harm when they dissipate energy, otherwise the rock surrounding them would likewise be damaged, meaning they can only be employed defensively.

>>181637
Any material that falls from Silicanthos' body crumbles away into ash, and then fades from existence. Something about being the creation of it's core mass... I never really put that much of my attention towards the specifics when grandfather instructed me, it was a bit technical, but generally speaking, as long as at least... oh, a quarter of Silicanthos' chest still persists, and can be gotten into contact with stone, it could conceivably fully regenerate, given enough time... oh, fifteen minutes minimum, I would assume... I haven't really tested the limits of it's regenerative abilities, what with the risk of losing such a family treasure. ...Though it is just like any other golem, if I wasn't... alive.. anymore, anyone could walk off with this... and that man with the Small Tomb.... he asked some rather disturbing questions. ...I wonder what he could have wanted, but I sensed some ill intent, I'm sure of it!

>>181635
>>181638
>>181642
"Silicanthos, glide in close, and grab the drill, careful of the drill-head! And pound the arm and body both with any free arms!"

My twenty five foot tall golem of stone slides across the arena surface, merging with the stone. It hold's it's arms akimbo, all four of them, as it approaches the eighteen foot tall steam golem. For Gialgorra's part, I see him cry out his own command, thrusting his metal baton skyward as if brandishing a spear against the heavens themselves.

"CANTI, Start the drill!! Attack when it closes distance!!"

I watch that ominous Lortoxite drill, the bane of so many prior contestants, start to spin, smoothly building speed as the steam golem sets itself. Silicanthos, for it's part, has closed to some thirty feet, and snaps it's arm form as it finally gets in range, just as the steam golem thrusts it's drill forth like a lance, trying to core Silicanthos. Using it's connection with the earth, Silicanthos slides about, redirecting it's motion with a speed the steam golem was not expecting. The drill bit brushes past Silicanthos' chest, carving a deep channel before a pair of arms manage to grasp and stop the golem's attack, taking hold of it arm above the drill itself. Silicanthos slides backwards to gain some distance from the drill-head, a good thing in my opinion, that steam golem's attack was certainly faster, I'm sorry to say. As Silicanthos raises it's other two arms, one aimed to attack the elbow joint, another aimed at the blue lens in the steam golem's chest. I hear Gialgorra's command cracking out through the air.

"CANNON-MODE!!!!"

The steam golem snaps and clicks, it's arms slotting into it's chest as it's legs split apart, it's shifting weight sending Silicanthos' attack at it's elbow off, and the attack against it's chest only scores it's side, craving and cratering rents into it's exterior.... I can't really tell what kind of metal his golem is made of, but it seems galvanized, by the look of it. All the while, the drill has only been speeding up, and has now reached more dangerous speeds, more able to part stone, or indeed anything in it's path without resistance. The legs now form a four legged brace for... a cannon with a drill-head, the body reformed by transformation into a self bracing drill-cannon.

...Ah.

"SHORTFIRE!!!"
KRAU-KAAUUUEEECH

With a hiss of steam, the steam golem fires at Gialgorra's command, the drill-bit, at least three feet wide, carving a path through Silicanthos' midsection (wonderful, it's shifting weight in it's midair transformation yanked it's mass around enough to once more be aiming at Silicanthos' chest), passing through the stone as if it wasn't even there. Silicanthos continues to pound the golems body with it's two free hands, but it's reshaping seems to have pulled metal plates over most of the steam golem's more sensitive parts, and so for now the damage seems to be superficial, thought that could change with sustained assault...And the still-spinning drill comes to an abrupt halt.... and I see a chain anchored to it's back, now reeling it back towards the steam golem..... cannon. The drill head is some fifty feet away, being rewound at a speed of about five feet a second.

I see Gialgorra cackling, a manic grin adorning his face... as he starts to raise his metal baton again. Ah.


What orders should I give? (Consider time-frames)
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No. 181677 ID: e31d52

GRAB THE FUCKING CORD AND RIP IT OUT. ALL. FOUR. ARMS.
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No. 181678 ID: 62781c

>>181676
If your golem is strong enough- I imagine you'd know- you might consider giving the order to rend apart the chain pulling the drill back. It's likely more exposed than the golem body proper, and severing it fully would be quite beneficial.
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No. 181680 ID: 275a5d

>>181677
Don't bother ripping. Grab the chain and wind it around one or two of the leg braces, whichever you can manage.

Use the sustained force of the chains own retraction to render the cannon-drill inoperable.

>:)
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No. 181691 ID: e31d52

This.

Remember guys, the chain is in the hole that the drill made! If we can stall it long enough, we'll heal around it. We just need to stall and beat it up!
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No. 181696 ID: d1210a

>>181678
"Break the chain!

As my command is uttered, so to is Gialgorra's.

"DEFAULT-MODE!!!!"

As Silicanthos' two free hands try to pull apart the chain, two things happen: the steam golem spins into the air once more, it's body folding about back into it's earlier bipedal form, and I become aware the chain is presenting the same silvery shine as the drill itself: More Lortoxite, wonderful.

>>181680
"Brace the chain about it's legs, pull it tight!!"

Silicanthos wraps it's two free hands about the chain, and quickly pulls some extra length through the hole in my golem's chest, before slinging it about the steam golem's legs. As Silicanthos does so, the steam golem's free arm snaps up, it's pronged claws going wide and spinning like a saw-blade with three long teeth, now starting to carve into my shoulder, seeking to separate one of the arms holding it's drill-cannon, or is it now just an arm and chain being reeled back? The blade cuts through Silicanthos' shoulder.... faster than he can regenerate, very much so faster: the arm could come off in fifteen seconds. The chain wrapped about it's legs is slowly starting to tighten, and-

"Not pitiful, in fact possibly adequate! BUT YOU DESERVE MORE. REGAIN MOBILITY, THIRD ENGINE ACTIVATE!!!!

Electricity crackles about the steam golem and the growing cloud of boiling vapor about it.... and as it pulls it's legs free with distressing dexterity from the tightening chains before it can be caught, the chain starts to wind in faster. The drill-projectile finally slams back into the steam golem's arm, scoring off what little regeneration had occurred since it passed earlier (and cracking off a good bit more besides with it's rough passage) right off, the hole even larger now, perhaps a quarter of Silicanthos' chest now simply gouged off. ..The saw-blade cutting into Silicanthos' shoulder is getting close to success, ah!

Gialgorra raises his baton again.


What should I order Silicanthos to do (go beyond how to deal with the shoulder saw issue, please)?
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No. 181699 ID: e31d52

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Wait.

How is he commanding the thing?!

THE RECEIVER! THERE HAS TO BE A PART THAT TAKED IN THOSE COMMANDS FROM THE SCEPTER! THAT'S OUR TARGET!

It should be near the top of the golem. If the signals are electric in nature, then... a small orb on a rod would be best...
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No. 181701 ID: 275a5d

Slippery bastard.

Alright, lets play hardball. 2 arms are occupied with the drill cannon. One is being sawed through. That leaves 2 arms free.

Use one of your free arms to reach grib the saw near the middle of the forearm. You just need to halt it's progress.

Use your other free arm, and wrap it around CANTI's waist.

Use the bond with the stone floor to your advantage: You should have rather incredible stability. With your arm around it's waist...


SPECIAL MOVE: CRASHING MOUNTAIN SUPLEX
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No. 181702 ID: e31d52

>>181701
>>181701
>>181701
>>181701
>>181701
>>181701
>>181701
>>181701
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No. 181704 ID: 903f16

>>181701
Let's go with that because it just sounds awesome. Also, we've got to learn if he repairs and tweaks in between rounds. If he does then our goal should be to bash him up as badly as we can for Mordre. He didn't seem to make any adjustments between his last fight and this one, but he may make a special case for us.
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No. 181707 ID: 275a5d

>>181704
True nuff. The idea here I think is to force CANTI to use as many of the tools he has as possible before the fight ends.

This allows Mordre to not get caught by surprise. YOu can't plan for what you don't know about, after all. That saw would've been a rather nasty thing to find out about midway through Mordre's fight, after all.
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No. 181724 ID: d1210a

>>181701
>>181702
>>181704
With the golem no longer locked to the ground, I introduce it to the special move Silicanthos can do, and was (after great pains and efforts) taught to perform reliably... for a less than literal command.

"Stop that blade, grab the golem!
CRASHING MOUNTAIN SUPLEX"

Silicanthos heaves backward, it feet firmly planted as a hand moves to stop the encroaching saw assaulting one of his shoulders while the other free arm wraps about the steam golem's waist. I look past the massive weighty forms in motion, the Steam golem doomed to take this hit... while I see Gialgorra speak, the confident smirk still painting his face, though at least he no longer looks at me with outright contempt. Perhaps I can earn his respect yet, or even better, his gold. My family has fallen... on some tough times....

"ELECTRIFY!!"

Just before impact I see lightning crackling along the steam golem's form, the crystals in Silicanthos' hands growing dangerously cloudy... and the pipes on the golem's back folding down before the impact.

With a shudder that runs through the stone under my feet, the steam golem is slammed into the ground, and I see much of it's shoulders have been compacted, and it's head looks somewhat warped, though both eyes still shine bright. I note the crystals in Silicanthos' hands continuing to darken at an alarming rate.... as well as noting that the drill, ever since re-attaching to it's arm, has continued to spin faster and faster, a keening whine now issuing from it's blurred form... as it keeps accelerating.

"No bad, not bad at all! ...In fact, I'll give you a one second head start: [b]GO!!/b]"


What orders should I give Silicanthos?
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No. 181726 ID: e31d52

>>181724
Funny thing about drills... once they start into something, as long as they're spinning, they get going. And it might take a bit for it to stop.


USE YOUR ONE SECOND TO FORCE THE DRILL INTO THE GROUND. THEN SNAP THE ARM OFF.
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No. 181731 ID: 903f16

>>181724
Probably won't be able to snap it off like suggested above, but redirecting it into the ground sounds good. It'd give us some breathing room to let the gems cool down and our wounds to regenerate slightly. Then we can return with some renewed vigor as he tries to remove it from the ground.
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No. 181732 ID: 275a5d

THE VAPOR IN THE AIR. It's maintaining the electrified charge!

You need distance. I don't know if we can break the arm off, but we'll use what time we have:

Once you've driven the bit into the ground, Drive one of your fists directly into the joint using your Spike. The goal isn't to destroy or remove the arm, but to warp the joint, so that aiming it becomes difficult.

Once that's done, grab it by the leg and forearm, and hurl it into a vacant end of the room.

Basic goal here is to impair its ranged attack and then get ourselves out of it's aura.
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No. 181733 ID: 275a5d

If it's not already obvious, Silicanthos should still be bracing himself with his leyline ability while he does this.
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No. 181770 ID: e4835c

>>181726
>>181731
These
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No. 181857 ID: d1210a

>>181726
>>181731
I try to take advantage of my one second head start by using it to buy myself (and Silicanthos) more breathing room.

"Force the drill into the ground!"

A scant second after I begin speaking, Gialgorra's own command is spoken.

"READY BOLT CASTERS!!"

Silicanthos begins moving first, already redirecting the drill earthward, it's tip gouging into the earth.... and continuing to accelerate, irrelevant of all the material it is now chewing through. At this same time, as the steam golem's body gets forcible pulled downward by it's own drill.... letting me see the four armored turbines on it's back begin to spin, crackling with writhing tendrils of electricity.... which promptly begin growing in intensity, as a painful keening sound builds. I see the steam golem's warped head whip about to lock on Silicanthos, even as my golem lets go of the drill arm and uses it's two free arms to attack the elbow and shoulder joints, but as I watch power build in the spinning protrusions on CANTI's back, I note Silicanthos is having only minor success at warping the joints, the metal hardened and resistant, deforming haltingly.

>>181732
>>181733
...Ah, as I look at this contest, I note that the steam vapor in the air about Gialgorra's golem is acting as a wonderful conductor for the electricity the golem is discharging, allowing it to continue darkening the crystals in Silicanthos' hands... which are nearly fully opaque now. If I am to give Silicanthos time to safely disperse that energy, I need to gain more room.

"Throw your foe away!"

With a rumbling groan, Silicanthos, dust falling from the slowly healing wound in it's side, takes firm hold of the steam golem, and spins itself in place, using it's connection with the stone beneath it's feet to rotate at rapidly building speeds. After one full rotation, during which the drill was jerked out of the ground, still accelerating, now so blurred I only perceive it as a cone, the Steam Golem stops scraping along the ground and becomes airborne in Silicanthos' hands. On the second rotation, I see Gialgorra raising his baton once more as the steam about his golem gets dispelled by the wind. As my golem releases it's opponent in a vicious hammer-throw on the third revolution, Gialgorra's command flies into the night air as his golem soars towards a wall of rock.

"DISCHARGE!!"

The four turbines on the Steam Golem's back, now glowing brightly enough to recreate the day's light, surge in brightness, the crackling energy running through the Steam Golem's body briefly withdrawing, likewise absorbed into the turbines....

Which promptly spit out a bolt of lightning each, all four snaking through the air to impact against Silicanthos just before the steam golem slams into the stone behind it, a shower of shattered rock collecting about it.

Two bolts strike it's chest, tearing deep gouges into it's form to complement the gaping hole in it's side and the nearly healed rent in it's chest, a miniature rock-slide cascading earthward as shattered stone drops from Silicanthos. A third bolt lances into it's left leg, near the hip, though it doesn't seem to penetrate enough to hobble Silicanthos.

The fourth bolt cracks across the damaged arm, right at the incision made by the steam golem's left arm-turned saw.... and Silicanthos' upper right arm drops to the ground, already crumbling to nothingness. With all four turbines having discharged their energy, electricity resumes it's crackling jaunt about the steam golem's body as it

Wonderful.

I see Gialgorra grinning as his golem immediately regains it's footing... and despite having hit the wall back first, I note that all four turbines look functional, and that only one of it's many exhaust ports looks even somewhat warped. Still, I separated the golem from it's conductive cloud, and the three crystals in Silicanthos' remaining arms are swiftly returning to transparancy. It's fourth arm, taken off near the shoulder, will take time to heal, and I wonder how I could buy myself the minutes I need for Silicanthos to restore itself to full function. It's powers do make it most suited to endurance combat when in contact with stone.


The Steam golem is some seventy feet away, significantly more scuffed and dinged than before, but still fully functional, by the look of it... I redact that, it's drill arm looks to be slightly misaligned now, from the multiple stresses Silicanthos subjected it to.

I see Gialgorra slowly raising his baton, a smirk growing on his face.


What orders should I give?
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No. 181860 ID: d3dfb8

>>181857
With the agility that we have from contact with the stone, I say we attempt to keep our distance, see what it can do in mid ranged combat while we TRY to dodge whatever he throws at us so we can heal.
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No. 181879 ID: 7737f4

Rip some earth out of the ground and keep distance. If he tries anything use it as a shield.
If you cannot keep distace, then put it in a lock again and say "Silicanthos EAT"
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No. 181895 ID: 903f16

>>181879
Ah yes, we have been neglecting our ace in the hole. I think we should use the rock shield plan along with copious amounts of stone gliding to evade any ranged attacks he makes on us. If things get desperate we throw the bundle of earth we are using as a shield at him. When we're healed up enough we pull out the chest-mouth and take a vicious bite out of the drill arm's join.
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No. 181917 ID: d1210a

>>181860
>>181879
>>181895
"Silicanthos, take a shield of stone from the ground, keep your distance and evade!"

As my words ring out and Silicanthos moves to comply, Gialgorra's command is likewise heard.

"DISCHARGE AT WILL!!!"

The turbines on the steam golem's back continue to spin and hum, and as Silicanthos wrests a massive slab of rock free from the ground, a bolt of lightning lances at it's stone form, carving a heavy channel into the hastily hefted shield. Silicanthos avoids harm... but another bolt flies out, the next turbine discharging what it holds, the bolt passing perilously close to darting about the shield and striking Silicanthos' leg. As bolts continue to fly, coming in succession from each of the four turbines one at a time, Silicanthos continues to dart and weave across the ground, interposing it's crumbling stone shield between itself and the barrage. I note that Silicanthos is visibly repairing itself, and it is only a matter of time before it is fully restored.

...I also note a plethora of tiny manipulators folding out about the damaged joints of the steam golem's drill arm, working to restore full mobility. ....Well, that is just fantastic.

I consider having Silicanthos throw it's deteriorating shield at it's foe and charge behind it to tear at CANTI with it's hidden jaws, but the injury to Silicanthos' chest is still not fully recovered, at least another twenty, thirty seconds need to pass for it to be operational. The damaged leg is now repaired at least, and the missing arm is some quarter of the way repaired.

And once more I note Gialgorra raising his baton.


What orders should I give my golem?
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No. 181922 ID: 903f16

>>181917
You can't let that thing just repair itself, you'd be back to square one. Toss the shield at it from a distance, then grab a another. Hurl a barrage of earth chunks onto it, one after another. If it appears as if it is setting up another lighting strike stone glide and grab a new shield or hold onto whatever rock you were about to throw.
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No. 181970 ID: 275a5d

Self-repairing, too, huh? Well alright, then.

We don't need need our arm as much as CANTI needs his drill. Gialgorra's probably getting ready to initiate CANNON-MODE again, so begin gliding forward.

If he fires that drill, your shield isn't going to block it. It'll core right through and eat into Silicanthos.

So instead, use the remaining bits of shielding to knock it aside. You'll lose whatevers left, but it will hopefully not eat into your arm.

The lightning field makes extended contact a bad idea. We need to put our hands on it, inflict some sort of damage, and release it while upsetting it's position again. Additionally, the self repairing ability it demonstrates means we're going to have to focus on one piece in order to do any lasting damage.

I recommend the already warped head. Deliver two quick strikes with the two arms that aren't hefting the shield (assuming Gialgorra DOESN'T fire the drill).

The turbine strikes are harder to deal with. We'll have to hope the absorbing Crystals can deal with a few strikes.
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No. 181984 ID: d3dfb8

>>181970
I like your plan, and I'm seconding it. However i would like to point out it is unfortunate we can't stay at range any longer without risking losing. We need to scout how it deals with mid-range combat.
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No. 182005 ID: d1210a

>>181922
"Bombard it with stones, keep guarding and evading!"

The now dilapidated makeshift shield in Silicanthos' grasp goes soaring through the air as Gialgorra's own command cracks across the night.

"EVASIVE MANEUVERS!!/b]"

Writhing cords of electricity dance across the steam golem as it leaps to the side, the stone hurled it's way only clipping a shoulder, but it manages to land with stable balance. It throws a bolt of lightning at Silicanthos, who has already hefted another chunk of the stone underfoot, and blocks the lightning strike before hurling this second projectile. As both golems continue to engage one another at mid-range, neither one takes much in the way of damage, Silicanthos able to shelter behind stone shields most of the time, and the steam golem too swift for any of these projectiles to hit squarely. This persists for some ten seconds, and I realize we are at an impasse. Gialgorra notices it as well, and sneers as he calls out a challenge.

"If you won't break this stalemate, Lord Dregas, then [b]I WILL!!


At Gialgorra's words I frantically scrabble for something, ANYTHING to grant my golem even a hint of an advantage. The Dregas family has fallen on some hard times, and our family title and this golem are all we have left. If I cannot win..... no. I push that thought from my mind, even as I see the Small Tomb's operator sharkish grin at me from the stands safely away from our match and the lightning bolts and boulders alike soaring through the air.

>>181970
"Close distance, attack without sustaining contact!"

As Silicanthos glides forward, still collecting, using and hurling stone shields from beneath it's feet, I see Gialgorra grin appreciatively.... and I now note the rather disturbing speed the drill has reached, spinning so swiftly I cannot even perceive it as a solid object, but simply an indistinct blur, an ominously vague mass topping the steam golem's right arm, lightning now crackling about it.... and the drill continues to accelerate, even now. ...Just how fast can it spin? Gialgorra's next words break me from my reverie.

"You have the courage to commit to a dangerous plan, most excellent! BUT DO YOU HAVE THE DRIVE TO GRASP YOUR VICTORY!? CANNON-MODE!!!!"

Here it is, just as I anticipated. As the steam golem begins it's transformation, plates shifting, arm's socketing into the torso in new ways, and legs splitting open, a massive, drill-cannon with four legs takes shape, it's legs digging heavily into the ground, cannon, the drill still blurred so badly I can scarce perceive it's radical speeds . Silicanthos is close, so close, just forty feet, it has another shield of stone held ready, we can do this, I can feel it!

"SHORTFIRE!!!"
KRAU-RAAUUUEEECH

Silicanthos throws the shield while beginning a dodge of it's own behind the airborne cover, the cannon firing it intensely indistinct projectile, lightning wreathing the whole of the thing, making it look as if a lance formed from some terrible storm cloud was racing forth.

It passes through the shield thrown forth as if it wasn't even there, not even whisper of sound heard as the whole thing seems to simply disintegrate in the wake of the steam golem's attack.

Silicanthos' lower left arm simply ceases to be, the horrible force of Gialgorra's invention, the drill's speed, vibration, and electrification unmaking the entire offending limb.

But Despite the loss.... Silicanthos has closed range, still retains two arms....

And it's side has fully recovered.

"Silicanthos, FEAST!!"

I see a look a surprise, the first I've ever seen cross Gialgorra's face finally pierce his smug front. Silicanthos' garnet felled, ten foot wide maw, spanning the whole of the twenty five foot tall golem's torso, snaps open as it hands spring froth to grab the steam golem, grasping it's meal, having moved around the cannon's barrel and gotten in close. The foot long, razor sharp garnet teeth tear into the steam golem while the cannon's electrified chain jerks taut...


And Gialgorra smiles viciously with his metal baton already held high, his mouth opening.


What orders should I give Silicanthos?
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No. 182008 ID: 3afd1f

>>182005
Gotta keep that drill away. Avoid it at all costs. FEAST is the only thing that appears to be doing damage at all.
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No. 182057 ID: 903f16

Avoid it's damnable drill and use stone glide to chew on if from different angles. Also, for extra damage try making the wounds you inflicted on it with Feast bigger by prying it open using the diamond fists. As soon as you sense the threat of another lighting charged attack or steam cloud back peddle away and throw stones.
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No. 182060 ID: 3afd1f

Maybe we can lift it off the ground so that it can't reposition itself to aim that drill at us. Then we just keep sliding around to keep the steam cloud from gathering, and chomp away.
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No. 182064 ID: d3dfb8

>>182060
Other than his claw that's a sound plan.
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No. 182073 ID: 8dc333

Dedicate the remainder of your arms to holding it's apart and a way from you (as if in spread eagle position) and FEASTon it's core. If it has no body then of what use are arms.
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No. 182075 ID: d1210a

>>182064
[The claw arm becomes part of the barrel for the drill-cannon, so in cannon-mode the Steam golem is armless.]

>>182008
>>182060
"Keep feasting, lift it off the ground!"

"READY BOLT CASTERS AND DISCHARGE AT WILL!!!"

I hear the familiar whine build again as Silicanthos heaves the steam golem off the ground, tearing away at anything it can reach as it worries away at the CANTI's body with it's crystal filled maw. I see lightning starting to dance once more about the golem-turned-cannon's form... but it seems fitful, prone to dipping in intensity. I try to puzzle out the origins of this as Silicanthos continues to assault it with it's two arms while tearing away as best it can at the steam golems form, all the while the turbine's whine grows slowly louder and more urgent.

The drill finishes being reeled back in, and begins to re-accelerate, it's borders already re-blurring upon the end of the steam golem's cannon, safely pointed away from Silicanthos' remaining body.... which is still continuing to regenerate, even as I see the crystals in it's palms darkening once more as it continues to assault it's foe.

What orders should I give Silicanthos?
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No. 182079 ID: d3dfb8

>>182075
look around for any place that may be a point of focus which could be used to transmit power to CANTI
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No. 182083 ID: 8dc333

>>182075
Looks like I missed the boat so, this >>182073 again.

You know what. Screw this. Flip it around and bite the exhaust ports shut, or out. If out then eat/rip out innards.
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No. 182087 ID: 903f16

>>182075
Continue the assault for as long as it is safe. Try to find the things mechanical brain it's rumored to have. Start at where the head piece is. We'll be able to tell if we've hit the right spot once the professor's commands aren't being as effectively received.
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No. 182093 ID: d1210a

>>182079
>>182083
"Pull it open and go for it's core!"

As i shout out Silicanthos' next orders, I look about, trying to see if there is something, anything that could be supplying it power externally, something that could be malfunctioning as an explanation for it's fitful electrification.... but I find nothing. To make matters worse, as I look back to the struggling golems, I note that no matter how Silicanthos twists are strains it's foe, the steam golem proves resilient, rebuffing attempts to pry it open, or pull protrusions off. It seems the armor plates that cover up the more delicate parts in it's cannon mode also lock together with exceptional force... I must compliment the professor, he truly has put together a fine creation.

>>182087
With how totally the golem's main body part, I suppose the closest thing to it's core without delving into it's engines and such, is encompassed by Silicanthos' mouth, any exposed equipment will be being torn and rent by it's garnet fangs, and anything not exposed is locked under one of those armor plates. ...Still, I feel Silicanthos IS making progress even with the armor, carving through it.... slowly.

Silicanthos' first arm to be lost, the upper right arm, is now mostly reformed, and will soon be operational.... but I note the crystals in the two active hands are continuing to darken, now mostly opaque. If this keeps up....

The background keening whine of the turbines building power swells as I think, looking for a next move. The mage controlling the Soul Grave seems absorbed in our bout as the giant bearded man beside him starts to introduce himself to the remaining three golem operators and their groups. ...And the Small Tomb operator pulls most of his guards aside, speaking to them away from the rest of the collective audience.


What orders should I give Silicanthos?
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No. 182096 ID: 8dc333

>>182093
Crud, this is lookin bad from a tactical point of view. Gonna go the risky route. The problem with this battle is the lack of possible feints while he has a plethora of crap that he is likely storing up.

Do the spin through again but use more rotations. Spin it from its arms with the drill arm under your arm so that the drill points behind you. Then immediate chuck rocks at its place of impact so that the rocks hit it right as it hits the wall, yay for impulse.
Then shout something like "Silicanthos break out the cannon and end this pitiful excuse for a Golem" With any luck Silicanthos won't know what the heck your talking about and continue to comply with the prior orders and the "good doctor" will freak out for a few seconds.
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No. 182097 ID: 903f16

>>182093
It's probably about time to back off, our crystals will burst if we keep up at this speed. Back off and grab some rubble as a shield, keeping in mind to still be wary of the drill. Reassess the situation, how badly is the steam golem damaged now?
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No. 182098 ID: 3afd1f

Can you target the turbines somehow?
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No. 182107 ID: d1210a

>>182098
[The turbines are currently also inside Silicanthos' mouth along with the rest of the steam golem's core mass, so if their is damage to be done, it is being... done. Yeah.]

>>182096
>>182097
"Silicanthos, keep the drill away from your body, hammer-throw and bombard with rocks!"

I watch the professor smirk as Silicanthos begins to spin about, faster and faster as the stone underfoot seems to flow like liquid in the wake of it's feet. Finally, after ten revolutions, the last three of excessive speed, Silicanthos releases the golem, spinning the cannon's head out away from it's own body as it does so, while wrenching a massive hunk of rock, at least fifteen feet tall, out of the ground (I fear professor Gialgorra's arena is becoming a shambles... thought the stone is oddly patchwork in color..), and heaves it at the rocketing form of the steam golem.

As another shudder travels through the mountain with CANTI's impact with the mountainside, cracking stone and cratering the wall, a multi-ton rock slams into it, shattering as it drives the steam golem even deeper into the wall. I see rents, craters and carved channels adorning nearly all of its armor, and several of the joinings look degraded from Silicanthos' attempt to consume it. The turbines in particular have been battered, and I see folding maintenance arms already opening to attend to their sparking forms. In a scant few places, it looks that the armor was worked through by repetitious blows by diamond knuckles against existing damages, but still, I see a hint of the golem's interior, in a few inch-wide cracks in the armor, three in number. I decide to buy myself more time to think with a feint, knowing Silicanthos to ignore any irrelevant or impossible orders.

"Silicanthos, finish it with your PENULTIMATE FINAL CANNON, let us be done with them! CRUSH IT!!"

My mind races as I see Gialgorra frown in concern, and-

"DEFAULT-MODE!!!!"

I watch in confusion as the steam golem shifts into it's more mobile and less armored humanoid form, still immersed in the mountainside and Silicanthos merely forty feet away in it's gliding charge to slam into it's foe, what good will thi-

"[u]SUPREME VOLTAIC BEAM, FIIIIRRREEEE!!!!!!

The steam golem, only just having managed to sit up, has an evil light shine in it's glowing eyes.... and the blue lens in it's chest, wha-

VVVVSHWEEEEEEEE!!

The lens flares with light, and less than a second later, a perfectly rigid lance of crackling, hissing light, a bolt of lighting that lasts forever, connects the lens to Silicanthos.

My golem promptly explodes, the electric lance passing straight through it's stone and shatters it with ludicrous amounts of heat, lightning crackling about the expanding wall of stony debris.

I watch the pieces fall to the ground, the largest less than a tenth the size of Silicanthos' torso as the beam shuts off.

....My golem.

...................................[Perspective Shift: MORDRE THE SOUL GRAVE]..............................

I listen to Gialgorra speak at his victory, finding myself stunned by what just happened.

".....Hm, it would seem I won, then! Excellent... ah, and you put on capable performance, that was quite the golem! A pity it could not withstand the might of SCIENCE!"

Gialgorra turns to me, and strikes a pose, ogling my golem as he orates.

"WELL, have you seen what you sought, Mordre? Have you witnessed the wonders or SCIENCE enough to satisfy yourself curiosity.... OR DOES THE BLOOD IN YOUR VEINS CRY OUT TO YOU, TELLING YOU TO TEST YOUR OWN WEAPON AGAINST MINE, A TEST TO SEE IF THE MOSMORDREN EMPIRE TRULY DID CREATE THE MOST WONDROUS OF ALL GOLEMS!?!?"


Keddic, having moved to console the Lord Dregas about his loss, looks up in interest, looking for my response. I likewise see fear in the eyes of the crews for the remaining stone golem and clay golem alike, the operators clearly disinterested in following through in this challenge, as the operator of the Small Tomb simply grins, his group having rejoined the rest of the audience after their brief sojourn. But now, all eyes are on me, awaiting my response to Gialgorra's challenge.


What should I say or do?
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No. 182114 ID: 3afd1f

>>182107
Curiosity satisfied. Let us not throw ourselves into battle just yet.

Also, I am worried. Did you see the way the owners of the Small Tomb were looking at Lord Dregas? They may plan to steal Silicanthos! It is, after all, a regenerative golem.

We should find out if they plan to pit their Small Tomb against the Steam Golem. If not, let us depart, and attempt to watch over Lord Dregas from a distance. If they do in fact attempt to steal Silicanthos, then we can intervene. Their Small Tomb shall fight us... and we shall win, claiming the Heroic Soul within!
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No. 182125 ID: 8dc333

Time for the greatest bluff known to golemkind.
"*shudder*hahahahHAHAhHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA Oh that was hilarious. I must say I expected more from a golem rumored to have taken out more than 600 others. If I were to fight you now it would be less than interesting." Turn around as if about to leave, "I will be back in one week, see if you can't make that thing a more entertaining fight by then, I'll be waiting outside Keddic HAHAHHAHAHA THAt was rich" Let the last part trail off while you walk away but ensure that your laughter is so loud that it echoes for miles. This kind of treatment should not only be a great affront to his pride but it should get him worried fro the next week. Those present will likely, after viewing such a performance, forgo their current fights so that they can return in a week to see the spectacle, they will also serve to promote us.
Also watch out, I don't know if this is the kind of guy that would lose his cool and fire the drill through your back or fire off a lesser laser or something at you. (because I am assuming that the SUPREME VOLTAIC BEAM is a last ditch and he needs to charge that before firing, the golem might even be inoperable for now and he is covering it up. This entire fight has been very enlighteneng)
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No. 182127 ID: 6834bc

>>182107
"Ha-HA! Well met, Gialgorra; well met, indeed! My condolences to Lord Dregas, a beautiful piece of work may have been lost to the world this day... depending on how well it can regrow itself, that is!
Ah, but I'm getting off track... For there is not one, but two creations of the Mosmordren Empire before you, Gialgorra!
My curiosity is not yet sated - and besides, it would be rude of me to deny our friend his chance at taking down your beast of a golem!

I can content myself with watching and waiting a while longer... it builds more suspense for the 'main attraction', if you will!"

If the guys with the Small Tomb want to challenge him, then let them. It's likely that they'll lose, after all.
Also, if they decide to challenge CANTI, we should (un-obviously) check CANTI's magnetic fields in each of its forms - and during form-switching. That's not to say to try to cheat or anything, but to just make sure that you can actually sense the fields and get an idea of if they can be manipulated or not when we do eventually fight CANTI. It would be good to know if we can or can't use Magnetomancy on it, or if the electricity will screw things up.
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No. 182128 ID: 445c48

*Sounds of cats and dogs fighting, crashing glass, maids shouting* "No, get out, stop, get out, Krauser! Shoo! Everyone out!"

"I'm sorry, Professor, but unfortunately my pets have been fighting, and they recently spilt into my room, so I've been rather... distracted, and did not see that fight, though I'm sure it was amazing. Next fight, and then I'll go against you."

Someone write this better than me
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No. 182129 ID: 9755c2

>>182107
Respond with laughter, have it get louder and louder and LOUDER. Then finally say "Gial- *laughter* Gialgorra m- *laughter* make sure you have my prize money when I- *laughter* when I crush your- *laughter* Steam Golem- *laughter*" Fall on all fours and pound the ground with your fist and continue to laugh!
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No. 182133 ID: 1ac39d

>>182127
this one.
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No. 182140 ID: d3dfb8

>>182127
This.
The others weren't bad suggestions but we can take him.
Unless his ditty little volcanic beam thing is able to be repeatedly fired, multiple times I think the AA and Inferno Golem should be enough tricks up our sleeve to win.
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No. 182144 ID: 3afd1f

>>182140
The beam is powered by a source of perpetual energy so... yeah.

We can't take him.
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No. 182151 ID: d3dfb8

>>182144
And that's practically what we are, we still take a week to charge our AA.
It's called a buffer, its three engines can't produce that much energy instantly. Especially not if its moving, spinning that damn drill and firing lightning, which of in and of itself needs time to buffer.
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No. 182153 ID: 903f16

I'm really regretting not testing the interactions between magnetomancy and electricity with Jezebel earlier. We though about it, but never did, and that information could be very useful right about now. Though I still think we should try and take him on. We've got plenty of tricks to pull on him, and we're aware of some flaws in his designs. Though, before doing any of that we need to absorb that heroic soul. Whatever it does could be enough to tip the battle in our favor and having moves he just fought against appear a moment later will catch the professor off guard.
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No. 182154 ID: d3dfb8

>>182153
I am in agreement.
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No. 182160 ID: 8dc333

I hope that you guys realize that the IG can stop this thing in its tracks as it eats energy. The only functions it would retain are those that are purely mechanical.
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No. 182161 ID: 1ac39d

>>182160
it would eat the electricity but everything else is mechanical.
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No. 182162 ID: 275a5d

Do it. I have a few ideas for combating CANTI's lightning tricks.

And we're not pussying out of this. We had the chance to test with Jezebel's stuff earlier. No one took it. Too bad, we're out of time for this particular excursion, and I have no desire watch us toe around asking for "more matches to watch, please, I'm scared".

"...as you wish, Gialgorra. It is a most impressive device.

Whoever wins, I think this will be a fight to remember."
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No. 182164 ID: 5e0979

>>182107
HA! You're right professor! It DOES CRY OUT! But I am a wiser man then to listen to the RAGE IN MY BLOOD! [Not to mention Illia is glaring at me every time I yell...and I think it is playing conniptions with my heart..]

I will witness this glorious SCIENCE! once more before the MIGHT of my MAGIC and the MOSMORDREN EMPIRE FACES THR SORCERESS SCIENCE OF YOUR STEAM GOLEM! *Wheeze, wheeze* And...my heart catches up with excitement of this battle! How do you do it Professor Gialgorra?! Wondrous...science, yes, yes science, and you still act like a man half your age!" Turn to the operator of the Small Tomb. "Get in there, man, prove to him that the GOL...yes, sorry, sorry Illia...Golems of MOS- Yes Illia! yes, I'm calm, I'm calm - Mosmordren are the finest in the realm!"

>>182125
No, we're not jerks. The Professor is awesome and we want to be his friends.

>>182153
What hero soul?
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No. 182165 ID: d3dfb8

>>182162
I like you, you've got balls. I would agree with you but if we let the small tomb go first we could get a hero's soul that wouldn't otherwise be obtainable.
>>182160
>>182161
Yes, and i think we should worry about using the IG when we get to the actual fight. The thing is with all these pussies running around we might just end up leaving. And that's really gay
Go away pussies.
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No. 182166 ID: 1ac39d

oh, and tell keddic to watch Dregas, something about those guys with the small tomb.
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No. 182167 ID: 5e0979

>>182127
I don't think we should try to do that before I duel. However, checking the area would be more sporting.
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No. 182168 ID: d3dfb8

>>182164
The small tomb is powered by a Hero's Soul. We let the small tomb fight, we take the Hero's Soul.
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No. 182171 ID: 275a5d

To summarize what we learned in that fight:

1. The Drill-cannon requires time to build up to speed prior to firing, and after firing. These are the safest moments to attack.

2. The steam vents are capable of retracting into the body to avoid deformation.

3. The turbines and drill arm, at LEAST, are capable of self repairing via small manipulators beneath the armor.

4. CANTI is dextrous, though not especially fast in terms of travel. That is, it can move it's limbs suprisingly fast to get out of a grapple.

5. Four turbines on it's back act as lightning generators. They can discharge simultaneously in a sort of alpha strike, though this takes a long charge time; or they can fire individually, one after another, covering each others charges.

6. CANTI's core is a chest mounted electro-cannon of impressive power: Likely similar in scale to our own Amaranthine Annihilator. However, it is limited in one very noticeable facet: IT is BODY mounted, which means in order to aim it, CANTI's torso must be facing us directly. It also can be seen when it's charging, as the lightning field and Turbine power becomes intermittent and fitful

7. Finding its powersource is likely a largely futile gesture, as it seems to be layered beneath so many redundant armored casings that we'll take more damage going for it than it's worth.

8. CANTI can electrify his own body and the steam cloud spewing from it.

9. CANTI can utilize a third engine to boost its manual dexterity and speed.

Did I miss anything noteworthy?
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No. 182172 ID: 275a5d

>>182165
The small tomb operator is clearly up to something. I suspect cheatery, and do not think we should risk whatever he has in mind.
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No. 182174 ID: 275a5d

>>182171
Oh, yes:

Number 10: NO Element of CANTI is apparently magical. THat means everything, right down to the way it directs the lightning it generates, is governed by physical laws. Which means we can abuse those laws to our own advantage.
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No. 182175 ID: d3dfb8

>>182172
Except if he cheats no one will have any qualms about us taking the hero's soul, or consuming the leftover metals. Between us, CANTI and Keddic whatever they want to do isn't going to work.

>>182171
Extremely good work sir, thank you kindly.
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No. 182187 ID: 275a5d

>>182175

That requires we know it happens. The thing about cheating is that if it's done well, no one will know until its too late, if at all.

Oh yes, and to everyone worried about the charge of the AA:

Remember, we've spent the last week running cross country at our top speed, 24 hours a day. Just getting here, we expended significantly more energy into movement than all the days of travel we spent just walking at a pace humans can maintain. The AA is charged as well as it can be.

And for god's sake, if you want the Small Tomb operator to fight, could you be a little less BLINDINGLY OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE IN THE ARENA about it? There's no Mosmordren kinship here, and we're not a real Mosmordren mage, what with them all having been executed.
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No. 182191 ID: e31d52

My current plan of attack is to deal as much damage as swiftly as possible as soon as possible. As soon as the match between us starts, we'll fire the AG with Ozmand helping. While it's impacting, we shoot the AA with pristine soul, making our approach. While the AA is continueing, we will shoot blades with the Accelerator, no magnetomancy, and the launcher, no magnetomancy. We will make the magnetic feilds around the enemy intensify, attracting us and the blades to it. Then we unfurl the Sable and go to town on the hole in the frame as we PUNCH IT with the IG and activate the accelerator meanwhile.

Then we soulfire, why the hell not.
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No. 182199 ID: 903f16

>>182191
So basically a blitzkrieg/shock and awe motion? I'd get behind this, but for some reason I don't think opening with all of our moves and just laying them out like that will backfire on us. I mean he probably won't even understand what is going on while everything is bombarding him, but if he survives then we've practically shown him all of our cards. I think we should save the AA as the trump card we pull when we have a real dire need or when he's made a large opening. Not saying it wouldn't be effective, just really risky.
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No. 182200 ID: 1ac39d

>>182199
our trump is inferno golems.
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No. 182206 ID: 275a5d

The best part is, all that arcing electricity circulating through CANTI?

Thats going to create a fuckoff huge electromagnetic field: Likely too big for us to manipulate directly. But then, what if we just increase the magnetic attraction of...say, the pipes in the ceiling?

Mwahahaha.
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No. 182255 ID: 8dc333

>>182191
Remember that we have 2 spare shots for the AGcannon in hand
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No. 182258 ID: 50cfdf

>>182255

We don't have any way to easily reload those shots though...Do we? I don't think it would be smart to stand around trying to reload these things during the battle unless we could do it in like seconds...
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No. 182268 ID: 275a5d

IF we do have them, Crumble them into dust.

I Have an idea for them.
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No. 182291 ID: 8dc333

>>182258
I thought we would just, you know... shove it back in the cannon.>.>
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No. 182296 ID: 275a5d

>>182291
I don't think the AG is muzzle loaded. Doesn't the soulfire charge used to launch the shot also need to build up?
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No. 182298 ID: 1ac39d

>>182296
no charge time, you can just shove one in there. ether with your hands or with magnetomancy.
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No. 182303 ID: c6e0de

>>182165
is it really that"gay" to be careful about entering a fight that could potentially end this little quest thing?

>>182191
I really like this idea. We could one-shot it like that earlier golem. We should start considering a pristine soul also, just to get the aiming and timing of everything just right to blow him to kingdom come.
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No. 182306 ID: 0c2d00

We need to extend our magnetomantic senses towards CANTI to see whether or not we can affect it. If we can interfere with it directly or if we can affect CANTI's magnetic field then we have a much better chance.
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No. 182351 ID: 50cfdf

>>182303

Agreeing with this first comment. Just because someone disagrees with you is no reason to turn this quest into a juvenile pissing match.
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No. 182362 ID: d1210a
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182362

>>182206
[There is no ceiling or pipework in said nonexistent ceiling, since the arena is the top of a leveled-off sea-facing mountain peak. There are walls on one side and a tunnel into the mountain, but that is it.]

>>182140
[Yeah, it sure would suck if the assumption the Supreme Voltaic Beam had a slow charge was based on erroneous data, the true cause of the fitful charging being the crystals in Silicanthos' hands absorbing electricity with each strike, thus retarding the turbines building charge. And it would suck if, after accounting for that, one realizes the laser fired immediately when commanded, and ionized an air channel via thermal blooming along which to send electricity in... oh, about a half second.]

>>182127
>>182153
>>182154
>>182206
>>182306
I did not directly attempt to influence the match, but all through the bout I directed my Magnetomantic senses towards my potential foe, and what I found... was troubling. While I could sense it's magnetic field like any other no-warded object, when electricity was flowing about it's form, it's magnetic field goes wild, the poles randomly and rapidly shifting position thousands of times a second. I suppose I might be able to take control of such a thing, but I think I would need to attain physical contact to optimize my chances.... and that carries a fair few risks of it's own. I contemplate this as I watch the rubble that was once Silicanthos crumbling away, a cloud of dust pouring off it's disintegrating shards. Lord Dregas looks ashen-face, and barely responds to Keddic as he dully stares at the arena. The Steam Golem continues to stand at attention, it's drill still spinning and building speed while it's claw swivels back and forth, periodically pinching at the air. The dent in it's head and rents in it's armor are visible, though other than the few fitful sparks from it's turbines (already being diminished by the repair dendrites that attend to the turbines and drill arm alike), this CANTI does not seem impaired at all.

I find myself conflicted on this topic, on whether to face the Steam Golem, and try to buy time with the following retort. No matter how I consider this situation, I know I'd prefer to see at least another match...

..Especially with the suspicious behavior of the Small Tomb operator and his entourage.

>>182125
>>182127
>>182128
>>182129
>>182164
"Indeed, such a test would be wondrous, Both for the data derived from it, And for the sheer exhilaration of such a match. But others had already arrived before me, It would not do to preempt them."

His earlier furious challenge now completely disregarded, Professor Gialgorra crinkles his brow and begins to mutter through a minor frown, before calling out his response.

"...Of course, that would be terribly rude of me, to let you jump in line before all these people who have already paid. ...SO!!"

Gialgorra rounds on the audience, his sudden shout drawing every eye to his gaze, now directed on the remaining three golems in the stands. I turn in interest as well, curious to see who will rise to the challenge.... most interested in the Small Tomb, as the heroic soul it contains coul-

"Forgive me, Professor, but you can keep my deposit: I'm afraid I shall be withdrawing now."

The Clay golem captain resigns, his guards standing at attention as Gialgorra cocks his head at the news.

"Why? Does your soul not thirst to test itself, through that which you control!?"

"...No, not when I am certain to lose my golem as well in contesting against you. ...I must thank Lord Dregas, for opening my eyes to the folly of this contest, and so I must bid you good day sir, and extend my utmost compliments on your creation."

Without further comment, the man begins to walk away, his guards, and shortly his twelve foot tall clay golem likewise depart, the heavy club it drags putting a furrow in the patchwork stone of the arena, already cratered by Silicanthos' fight. As Gialgorra looks on in petulant disappointment, the operator of the stone golem steps forward as well, and simply bows to Gialgorra before leading her own party away, her sixteen foot tall golem managing to not damage the landscape in it's exit. Gialgorra takes a step forward, raising an arm in supplication to the fleeing individuals.

"But..."

"I'm afraid I shall be bowing out as well then, I'll admit I came more for the show as much as the match, and between only seeing one match, and being so thoroughly disabused of the notion of besting your creation.... well, my impetus to compete has risen enough to greatly exceed my desire for that prize. I congratulate you, sir, on your creation, but I shall not deprive myself of my own belongings on quite this mad a gamble."

And with that, the third party, the Small Tomb operator and entourage all likewise exit the area, the nineteen foot tall Small Tomb balancing it's sword along it's shoulder as it lumbers after it's master. In passing, I cast out my magnetomantic senses, seeking out what I can learn of it's composition. Hmm.... Iron, Martensite, Pearlite, and some trace amounts of Carbon all interwoven together, like veins or cables were running throughout it's form... and beneath the grit adorning it's exterior, I see strange ripples and folds adding complexity to the surface of this Golem.... strange, I detect the components of steel, but the rest... what is this alloy?

As my senses drift to the sword it bears, a massive thing some thirteen feet long and covered in runes... and I can detect nothing. It is warded, then. I turn from my observation as I hear Gialgorra speak again-and see him slouching in place, shoulders drooping in disappointment.

"Aawww.... ...Well, there goes my buzz... ah, and I was on a good roll, too. ..BLAST, this is poor sportsmanship!"

Gialgorra turns about the arena floor, looking at the literally dozens of craters, each nearly a dozen feet across and several feet deep, and the plethora of debris, before glancing back at Lord Dregas, still standing in place with his guards and Keddic the only people still in the audience.

"...No crowd anymore, either...haaaah..."

After a moment of pure dejection painting his face, Gialgorra lights up as he aggressively turns to face me again, and speaks with more of his earlier vigor.

"So! If you don't mind me asking, how did you manage to exact such long range interface with this Soul Grave? ....Anything about the set-up mechanical, rather than magical?"

Gialgorra seems to be trying to distance himself from his prior disappointment and dejection about the retiring fighters by attempting to satisfy his curiosity. ...This is certainly a strange turn of events, from having simply suggested the others get their fair turn to fight, though they did look reticent before I even spoke, as I recall....


What should I say or do?
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No. 182370 ID: 275a5d

>>182362
Figures.

I do feel some pity for Dregas. He was competent (however much of it was due to our decisions).

Gentlemen. It's either chicken out, or actually WORK for our win: That means no stupid shit like "walk up and punch it".

I vote fight.

As for Gialgorra's question:

"Hmmhmm, I apologize, but divulging that would be unfair. Your daughter already put me through a quizzing session, and it would be remiss to deprive her of that challenge.

Though you can certainly share in it, as well: I gave her 5 guesses, which she may work on in her own time. I will inform her whether the guesses are close. If you wish, you can participate in the game as well, my good doctor."

This will hopefully pique his interest enough that he'll hold back from finishing us off, should the situation occur that we lose.

After all, if he completely destroys the Soul Grave, he'll NEVER get his answer. :)
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No. 182373 ID: 275a5d

Additionally, I suggest that if we win, we donate a quarter of the prize money to Dregas.

After all, we owe all the knowledge we have to his loss. And it would certainly help to perpetuate the generous image we've been creating.
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No. 182382 ID: 58ec1e

>>182362


how about we hire Lord Dregas? he has run out of options, knows some magic and has forign connections. and if we dont hire him that suspicious small tomb owner will probaly end up doing something highly unpleasnt to him.
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No. 182392 ID: 62781c

>>182382
I actually like this concept a lot. We could really use some additional advisers, administrators, people with knowledge of any sort... and if he was serious about the golem and their title being all that his family had, he might be interested in accepting a mildly profitable position which might lead to some sort of respect or holdings later, should we offer it. And without connections or backup to call upon, there wouldn't be a great deal of risk involved in his employment.
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No. 182393 ID: 2aaaf1

"This is unexpected, Professor Gialgorra. But surprisingly, the best possible outcome has arisen for both of us. Now we can have a real fight. I'm sure you meant no insult to Lord Dregas, but you don't have to pretend for me- Show me the true capabilities of your steam golem."

"And as for my long range control, you'll have to forgive me... I didn't spend seventeen years in hiding for fun, and if it's all the same to you, I'd like to stay hidden until I'm ready to reveal myself. However, you are welcome to take a crack at guessing the method I use. Your daughter took an immediate intrest when I arrived at the registration desk, and is still working at it I imagine."
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No. 182398 ID: 1ac39d

what do we do if any of the Gialgorra's guess right about our control method? that being "you are actually the soul grave"
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No. 182404 ID: 62781c

If we fight him, I motion that our first move be to use magnetomancy to seize the rod that the professor is using. Hopefully it's more than a prop. If we can use it to stop the golem, then we can declare that "the weakest point in his design is clearly the control system, ha-ha!"

>>182398
We laugh, and say "A bold guess, as were I truly the soul grave I would likely slay anyone who uncovered that fact."
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No. 182408 ID: 5e0979

>>182398
Piffle! next you'll be saying I'm powered by World Motes and have portions of my soul floating around in demon monsters. Nonsense professor!

>>182362
First note: Darn it, I liked my ham...Well, walk up and put a caring hand on the old man's shoulders. "Now now professor, professional secrets you know. I mean I doubt you'd tell me how it transformed itself, what this third engine is, just how you manage to get it to run so very well or an infinite number of secrets I could ask you. However, let me give you the slightest of hints - you could be right!" Long pause. "Blast! I must install eyelids, this thing simply can not blink! Anyway, would you let me...no, no." Sigh and give an audible creak of old man bones. "But, blast it all, I was enjoying that fight. And I...well...I feel like those cowards somewhat. I have put quite a great deal of time money and my own boundless wisdom into this Soul Grave, you understand. I mean, to loose this golem...it could destroy all my research! I have been a mite wary of feedback and...well, secrets, eh? Oh, damn it all, man, let's fight! Not...as brutal as you did with that poor foreigner, mind you, but a test of each of our's greatest work, what do you say? Although I don't doubt I'll be the one begging for you to stop, eh?"

"Keddic, could you see if that chappie is alright, though, loosing a golem. It's such a shame! And, oh darn, Professor Gialgorra is right, the loss of a crowd is almost patable. Maybe...your daughters would enjoy watching, too? We met one on the way up, what was here name? Erm...l...no, elano...no, no...Lam...no, blast it, my old..." Cough, grumble about Illia and it's not dementia, darn it all. "Yes, that's it, Lucrazzia! She seemed quiet intrested in watching...and if Keddic can't convince anyone else to stay and what, at least a family view could be acceptable, what do you say, eh?" Raise fist back as if to thump firmly on the back. Stop. "Right, right, very large golem not myself. Pardon me, I keep forgetting, blast these installments." Think for a moment. "Oh, and Keddic, I know you don't want to miss this duel, but...do try to get that Small Soul owner to come back...I fear he may be up to something not quite cricket. Even breaking into your prized secrets, Professor!"
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No. 182414 ID: 5e0979

>>182382
And in case the ham and verbosity is too confusion, I agree that this might be a good idea.
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No. 182430 ID: 903f16

Well, now is as good a time to fight as any. Perhaps now that the crowd is gone we could also try to convince him of an alternative to destroying each other, such as until submission or one of us is incapable of fighting.

Hiring Lord Dregas sounds splendid. We could always use more loyal administrators to handle managing our various bases. Arkus does a fine job, but should we expand into another base we'll need another capable soul.
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No. 182439 ID: d1210a

>>182382
>>182392
>>182414
"But one moment, professor."

I pace closer to Lord Dregas and his followers, considering the competency he displayed in golem command, and the boost to my image I could achieve with a Lord to my name.... besides, I doubt from that grieving look that the man could afford to lose his golem... and I admit regret at it's loss too, for some reason beyond it being a possible resource to exploit. As Dregas looks up at me with dull eyes, I say what I hope might both snap him out of his fugue and incline him to serve me.

"My condolences on your loss, And a well fought match, One that I give you my compliments for. I could not help but note your skill, In the realm of Golem control.... If it is not too forward, I would be amenable to employing you, To take advantage of your expertise."

For a moment he continues to stare at me dully, no real response present on his face, and I pull out my best line. ...I hope I can prove it to not be a falsehood.

"...And there is yet a chance Silicanthos could be restored."

At this Lord Dregas' head snaps up, and the fires of determination light in his eyes as he grasps desperately at the lie I offer.

"Do you mean it? Is it possible?"

"I cannot promise you success, or insure Silicanthos' return, But I have some knowledge of golems, as does my apprentice Arkus, And a colleague of mine, the Mage Kyorto. There is much that could be attempted."

Having hedged my bet with half-truths and misdirection rather than outright falsehood, I note Lord Dregas to still be undeterred in his attention to me now, his posture recovering and color returning to his body.

"...And if.... if Silicanthos cannot be restored.... there would still be a place for me? A position of respect and prestige, for an experienced Golem Operator?"

"Of course."

Lord Dregas offers me no response yet, but I see the gears turning in his head: I have planted the seed, all I can do now is hope it bears the fruit I desire.

>>182370
>>182393
>>182404
>>182408
"NOW."

I turn back to Gialgorra, who has been patiently awaiting my response to his earlier question.

"I apologize, but 'twould be most unfair of me, To divulge such information to you here and now. I was already questioned by your daughter, Lacrazzia, And challenged her to deduce something of my methods, Within the range of five questions. Well, if I were to tell you, I fear the challenge would be ruined."

"Yes, yes, of course, wouldn't want to take away a puzzle from my little Lacrazzia, no.. hm, five questions to deduce it you say?"

"That is so. If you wish to participate, the same rules would apply. No matter how much respect I have for what you have crafted, You must understand my reticence to freely share it's workings."

"Yes, I understand, after all I'd tell you to to retract any inquiries you direct towards me about the three engines my CANTI uses, I could hardly expect that to not prove true for others, even if you are in a different field than I. Heh, good to see you have a healthy respect for curiosity, if you leave at least the chance to puzzle it out..."

"But we share enough for the moment, In our joint interest in Golems, Regardless of how they may be powered. And I must say, that was a most enjoyable match! A pity that they must always end in destruction, That Silicanthos was a fine piece of craftsmanship."

"True enough, true enough. Hmm, you kno-"

Our conversation is interrupted by a shout that echoes wildly out of the mountain tunnels, and a tumult of noise accompanies it. Keddic and Lord Dregas break out of their conversation and look up at this new development, as Dregas' guards ready their weapons. Gialgorra rounds about to face the rest of his stone-housed home, indignant shock painting his face as he cries out in surprise.

"What!?"



What should I do or say?
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No. 182440 ID: 1ac39d

charge! we need to see what happened and execute damage control.
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No. 182441 ID: e31d52

>>182439
I must agree with the doctor.
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No. 182443 ID: 5e0979

>>182439
"By Thunder, I was having a word with my friend! Explain yourselves or, as distasteful as it is, I will let my golem feed upon your souls!" Anooyed and stand! "I'm sorry professor, it would seem there is cheating and poor sportsmanship afoot!" Stomp towards those Guards!
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No. 182445 ID: 1ac39d

um, guys. the sound came from inside the house. the guards are taking a protective stance.
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No. 182449 ID: 8dc333

Well, looks like its time to earn some points with the good Professor and gain that heroic soul to boot.
Direct Magnetomancy inwards and charge down towards the noise.
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No. 182455 ID: d3dfb8

>>182449
This.
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No. 182488 ID: d1210a
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182488

>>182440
>>182441
>>182445
>>182449
>>182455
Already directing my Magnetomancy inwards, I begin charging towards the tunnels into Gialgorra's manse while I shout out a cry to arms.

"By thunder, there is trouble afoot! Quickly, your daughters may be in danger!"

I said the magic words. Whatever thoughts were keeping Gialgorra from acting indecisively, be they a random thought, outrage, or anything else, all was pierced through by my words. He barks out a command to his Steam Golem, which promptly lowers it's claw to the ground to scoop up Gialgorra as he orders his creation into action, following my lead.

"ONWARD TO BATTLE! I'll not let such treachery pass under my own roof!"

Keddic moves to go, but between Moss having decided to investigate the contents of Keddic's travel bags and Lord Dregas babbling questions, he seems to be momentarily trapped. I don't stop to extricate him, trusting Keddic to find his own way out while I do what I can about this situation. Gialgorra's steam golem pulls abreast of me, no crackling lightning about it's form for the moment, but it's drill is already building speed.

We round a corner to a grisly scene: The Small Tomb swiping it's sword about in a vicious arc, parting one of the stone golem's captain's arms from her body while stomping flat two of her guards. The Small Tomb's captain grins maniacally as his men move to take the wounded golem operator, and by threatening her life prevent the action of her golem. As we come into view pounding down the mountain tunnel, the Small Tomb captain looks up with a smirk, the clay golem captain apparently too struck by fear to act.... but not so for the Small Tomb captain, who snaps out a gravelly order.

"Diozagrath, CUT THEM TO PIECES!!!"

As the nineteen foot tall Small Tomb Diozagrath charges forth, brandishing it's massive runed sword, I note the steam golem beside me decelerating to let the professor out of it's grasp, and know that if something is to be done before our treacherous foe closes the distance, I must be the one to act.... and I recollect that I still carry all our supplies in my own hand, having forgotten their presence in the tumult. Wonderful. I consider what to do as I note the Clay golem captain and crew fleeing to our side, likely seeking safety. Keddic still has not appeared, though we have only just arrived ourselves.


What should I do?
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No. 182489 ID: a594b9

>>182488
"EXCELLENT! Another Heroic Soul for my Soul Grave!"

Magnetomancy the shit out of its legs. Trip it up.

Also, fire an AGC shell at it.

Let's not fire the AA at it while there are friendlies near the point of impact. The heat flash may injure those we seek to rescue.
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No. 182490 ID: 1ac39d

fire blades to take out the guards holding the stone golem captain hostage and fire anti-golem cannon at the small tomb. use your magentomancy to steer the blades and the nexus to make the AG round more powerful. after impact drop control and use it on the tomb to lock it up.
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No. 182492 ID: a594b9

Oh, be sure to use magnetomancy on the enemy guards themselves.
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No. 182495 ID: 8dc333

>>182488
This will be entertaining, but i will endeavor to end t quickly. If Diozagrath's operator is wearing armour, crush it to his body without killing him and use it to draw him forward and grasp him.
"Stop it,"

If he inst, then wait for Diozagrath to get close, so much so that it is about to swing, then fire the current AG round into its face while activating the Accelerator and punching the sword arm. hopefully the force of your swing will cancel out the force of the cannon firing. If it won't then brace with magnetomancy, lots of stuff to think about but you can do it, your not some puny meatbag.
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No. 182498 ID: 50cfdf

>>182488

If it is possible, try and use a bit of your magnetomancy on the blood iron of the wounded to slow down their blood loss. Use this only if you have spare capacity.
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No. 182502 ID: a594b9

OOOH we should totally experiment by punching the Small Tomb with our IG fist.

Like, make that one of our primary goals in this fight. PUNCH IT!
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No. 182507 ID: 8dc333

>>182502
You gonna roll to activate it?
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No. 182509 ID: a594b9

>>182507
Ahh... well, we should wait until we've got some distance away from bystanders.

Besides, isn't Mordre already practiced enough in building up a small charge? When we were experimenting with it in thread Three, it didn't require a roll...
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No. 182511 ID: 445c48

Blade Launcher into captain. Launch two or three and direct them apart from each other so the golem can't block. Do this while bracing your cannon, then shoot the Golem. Shame to destroy it, but it'll probably keep trying to cut everyone to pieces even if the one giving the orders dies. Still better to get not let it get any new orders.
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No. 182513 ID: 716eb0

Although the chance to test out the fist-o-doom is tempting, perhaps we should instead demonstrate the most potent advantage we have over any other golem here. Launch some blades at the opperator.
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No. 182529 ID: 6834bc

>>182488
HOW ABOUT NOT punching everything with the fist that contains all our valuable shit?
I mean, I don't think losing all our money and shit is a good idea.

Please to be avoiding this dire mistake.
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No. 182531 ID: 8dc333

>>182529
I would think it obvious that we drop it first.
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No. 182534 ID: 1ac39d

>>182531
>drop the extremely valuable objects

how about no.
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No. 182536 ID: 8dc333

>>182534
................
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No. 182537 ID: 445c48

>>182536
Gonna have to agree with him, pardner. Wouldn't want to damage the Twins and their mold, even if it's Blue Steel, wouldn't want to chance it.

Also wouldn't want to lose our Dosh!

Ah, maybe when we brace ourselves for firing the Cannon we can gently place our gubbins on the ground.
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No. 182538 ID: 1ac39d

>>182537
that's sounds like it may work.
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No. 182545 ID: 8dc333

>>182537
When I said drop I didn't mean 'Drop', I meant ensuring that our hands were empty at the time of the punch by whatever means deemed most effective. Im not votan for a punch anyway.
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No. 182548 ID: b14128

Keddic kept up with us easily when we ran at top speed before, so I have to wonder if perhaps he's trying to sneak around and get a shot at sneak attacking our opponents. A thought to consider.
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No. 182549 ID: d1210a

>>182509
[That was only because it was out of battle, you could 'take ten', take your time and not be distracted while concentrating, so no roles needed. Heat of battle is a different story.]

>>182489
>>182490
I reach out with Magnetomancy, trying to foul Diozagrath's legs, but.... from a combination of it's sheer mass, the potent sense of ownership it possesses, and whatever alloy it is made of, I only manage to make it's gait unsteady. This is insufficient.

Whilst I employ my Magnetomancy I fire the Anti-Golem cannon at the Small Tomb, simultaneously launching two blades, directing them towards the Small Tomb soldiers on either side of the stone golem operator. Three things happen.

My two blades each cleave through a guard, though in the tiny chamber we fight in they quickly get buried in the walls beyond before I can recall them, but I successfully free the operator from immediate captivity. I see her scrabbling for some cloth to bind her weeping stump. My Anti-Golem shell impacts Diozagrath with a tremendous knell, My own body sympathetically resonating as I consider the force of the impact. With my efforts to foul the Small Tomb's legs compounding the impact, I am rewarded by seeing it's forward momentum finally grind to a halt-

With nothing more to show for it than a massive dent in it's upper torso the Small Tomb resumes it's charge without pause.

>>182529
>>182537
>>182538
I rock back from the unbalanced Anti-Golem shot, doing what I can to maintain my balance, and recall the many goods in my hand even as I move to brace myself. I manage to flip my hand open swiftly enough to lightly drop my goods to the wayside as I use the now open hand to stop my fall, Diozagrath still charging me, now some fifty feet away. In this hectic span of moments, Gialgorra has only now gotten out of his golem's hands, and is reaching into his silver coat as the Steam Golem resumes it's own charge, some thirty feet behind me. Despite my somewhat backward method of firing then bracing, it seems to have worked out as I am stably braced and still fully able to act.

>>182492
I reach out to the still living guards with my Magnetomancy-
And my advances are rebuffed, by personal magic or runes, I could not say which, but either way those aligned with the Small Tomb Operator seem immune to my touch... a rapid assessment of their leader, likewise clad in plate, finds him similarly unreachable through my Magnetomancy. I note black lumps one the surface of each suit of armor, but I have not yet had time to sufficiently study what they could be with more pressing concerns bearing down on me. I do note no runes present on any visible armor amongst the lot of them.

>>182495
>>182511
I swipe an Anti-Golem shell from my supplies, reloading it into my shoulder cannon with Magnetomancy to expedite the process as I rise, drawing back a now clenched fist of steel as I launch a third blade past the rapidly approaching Diozagrath, towards it's commander, hoping to circumvent that pesky magnetic immunity, whatever it's origin may be. But quick as a flash he dodges to the side, managing to only lose his arm at the elbow in a gout of blood. His face twists in a pained snarl, teeth gritting back a scream as I consider the poetic nature of the wound, considering the stone golem operator.

As Diozagrath finally begins to swing it's sword about in a vicious two-handed cleave at my right side, I juke to the left as swift as I can, my fist connecting with the Small Tomb's elbow just as I fire the Anti-Golem cannon, freshly reloaded, at the Small Tomb's head. With Accelerator being tapped through my Soul Nexus on impact, my strike heaves the golem's arm about, throwing it's hand off the sword's hilt and twisting it about. Unfortunately, the twisting causes the shell, which would have struck it in the head, to instead impact it just beneath the neck, combining with my mighty punch to completely knock the Small Tomb off it's feet, an-

My right arm, still extended as counter-balance, comes off near the shoulder as Diozagrath, with one hand still awkwardly clutching the massive sword's hilt, slices at me mid-fall. As Diozagrath crashes into the wall with a heavy thud, two massive, rent filled craters dotting it's torso and a slightly warped right elbow, I hear Gialgorra's command crack through the air.

"CANNON-MODE!!!"

I know what kind of support will momentarily be present, listening to the steam golem transform as I consider my options, how to exploit the still partly buried Small Tomb's momentary weakness. ...Still, I again consider it's strange material composition [mentioned in >>182362] and appearance, and wonder if it's alloy is to blame for it's accursed durability, far in excess of my own predominately Iron form. With it still struggling to get out of the wall, sword awkwardly jutting forth, I could-

A heavy impact crashes into my side, and I turn to see the Clay golem attacking me, it's operator and entourage now drawing weapons as they charge past me towards Gialgorra. The thirteen foot tall rune clay golem swings it's heavy club at me again as I turn to steady myself, and I wonder at this turn of events as I plot my next move.


What should I do?
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No. 182562 ID: b14128

Yeah, I think it's officially time to bust out the big guns; Soul-fire the clay golem (And try to catch the guys running past you while you're at it, fire your blades off), and then pristine-soul soul-fire the small tomb. Also... Hrm. Maybe set down the stuff in our left hand, pick up the rune-sword? Yes, that's where all our valuables are, but they're not going to be of any damn use if we're dead!
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No. 182565 ID: c00244

>>182562
Pick up the rune sword? I like that plan. It's obviously enchanted heavily enough that our possession of it would swing the battle entirely in our favor.

Alternately, screw the golems- go right for the operators. Our "remote control" paradigm says something about our mage persona's psyche; he obviously feels that the operator is the single weakest point of golem operation, and will accordingly attempt to exploit that. Few mere infantry can stand against us. Shove/dodge past the golems, grab their operators, and demand that they call them off or suffer violent limb removal... more than they already have.
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No. 182566 ID: 445c48

Oh damn we lost an arm.

I'm sure we can get Arkus to reattach it? Or just pop it back in place with fuckin' magnets.

Maybe... I hope we don't lose the soul in there!

Since we already put down our stuff, grab the small tomb's sword and hackandslash if you can.
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No. 182568 ID: a594b9

We dropped our valuables already. Soulfire sounds good... so do the blades...

But let's not Soulfire the Small Tomb. Or at least, not with a Pristine Soul.

I want to recover that sword safely! Accelerator it so that it slams into the Small Tomb (edge-first preferably) and then grab the hilt. Use it to fend off the Clay Golem.
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No. 182571 ID: bd5078

Wrap sable executioner around the clay golem. Eviscerate.
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No. 182572 ID: bd5078

magnetomance another AG shot into the barrel.

FIre at Diozagrath after clay golem is dealt with.
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No. 182574 ID: e31d52

rolled 20 = 20

Activate IG and CATCH IT, manuevering around to shoot the AG into its body. Also, Yank back the blades through the enemy forces, I doubt they'll expect it at all.
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No. 182575 ID: bd5078

>>182574
THIS
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No. 182576 ID: 1ac39d

guys, we lost sable executioner , that's out right arm. our left arm is immortal genocide with soul nexus.
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No. 182577 ID: 2aaaf1

>>182549
Unfurl the Sable Executioner and swing it in wild gory circles of death, aim for the men trying to rush Gialgorra and the rest of their group. At the same time, backhand the clay golem so it stumbles towards the small tomb.
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No. 182579 ID: b14128

Guys! I figured it out! It's made of Damascus (Or Wootz) steel!
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No. 182580 ID: 8dc333

>>182562
Why are you attacking the Clay golem?

I have a fun idea that might not be viable but would look very interesting. Pin Diozagrath with the SE and SUCK OUT IT'S SOUL. Heh, fun. Seeing as this is only one soul and you have several hundred, you should meet the requirements set for the battle of Soul Graves (though if I remember correctly this accounted mostly for eating the enemies armor off them.)

Other plan is to kick its sword away and run past it towards the Captain, this would allow you to get out of the way for CANTI to finish up, the SEBlender!!!!
The loss of our arm is very stressful as it contains most of the heavy artillery.

If we just want to be pissed, stand on top of it and load the next shot. FACE!
The lack of Ozmands follow up blow is quite distressing.... I wonder whats up. If that AG ripped off the Captain's arm I would expect him to be in prime line for Ozmand to take care of.
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No. 182582 ID: 445c48

Yeah, we got our black steel ribbons cut off. We still have our Fist of Punchan
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No. 182584 ID: a594b9

HEY HEY HEY

We lost the SABLE EXECUTIONER'S ARM.

Not the SOUL NEXUS ARM.

Also the Clay Golem is ATTACKING US RIGHT NOW.
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No. 182586 ID: bd5078

>>182580
I dont think we can soulsuck something that is still functioning/"alive".
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No. 182588 ID: 8dc333

>>182584
I keep mixing them up in my mind. Well then... Falcon Punch?
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No. 182590 ID: bd5078

Additionally, soulfire the guys running at Gialgorra.
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No. 182596 ID: e31d52

"Fools, the lot of you. THE LOT OF YOU! You have angered the wrong mage today! By right of self-defense, the souls in your bodies and in your golems are MINE! Come then, if you believe you can defeat a relic of the Mosmordre Empire! Come then! IF YOU FEEL SO LUCKY!"

As you activate IG.
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No. 182598 ID: b14128

Oh, figured out why we can't mangetomance the armor, too: The black things are black steel. Cancels magic, and since its on the outside of the armor, it isn't touching their flesh.
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No. 182601 ID: 5e0979

>>182580
This is truthfully worrying. Where's our Ozmand? Anyway, can we attempt to Magnetomancy our arm back back into place and graft it back, or will that take time?

Anyway, IG punch to the face as we start shooting razor-blades into humans charging the Professor - and if we can't shoot, just pull armor/our blades from walls and chuck'em.
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No. 182603 ID: 5e0979

>>182596
Also, this, with more bold and more ham and yelling. Some one make it so.
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No. 182604 ID: 445c48

also we should probably tell the professor that there are guys charging him
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No. 182605 ID: a594b9

"Hey Professor there are some guards incoming! OH WAIT NEVERMIND THEY'RE DEAD"
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No. 182611 ID: 45be60

This would be a prime time to try IG punchan if we can get some ambient energy to absorb and leave space for the steam golem to fire into melee. Thats a lot of if, but it would really be sweet.

Course it would also be a dandy time to send some regular old soul soldiers after the enemy humans. Give them something to think about while we are dealing with the golems.
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No. 182615 ID: a594b9

>>182611
Regular soul soldiers require ambient souls from fallen foes. We can't just make them out of nowhere. INFERNO GOLEMs on the other hand...

Well, perhaps we shouldn't make them in here. We wouldn't want to damage the professor's lab.
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No. 182616 ID: c00244

>>182611
True. Since neither our equipment nor any of our allies' is magical, I see no reason to avoid absorbing all magic in the vicinity as aggressively as possible.
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No. 182618 ID: d1210a

>>182579
[BONUS DEDUCTION: Small Tomb Alloy Identification Bonus: Increased Magnetomantic effect on the Small Tomb, and Wootz Steel is now identified on detection.]

>>182598
[BONUS DEDUCTION: Black Lumps Identified Bonus: recollection that Black Steel creates a largely spherical field, and deduce where small gaps in the coverage could be hiding. Mordre can now minorly influence their armor around the Black Steel's influence.]

>>182562
>>182565
>>182566
>>182568
>>182574
>>182575
>>182590
[Roll: 20+3=23: >10, >15, >18, >20, >21, >22 MAX ROLL]
I enact many plans at once, focusing to keep track of them all. I activate the Immortal Genocide, the air chilling about my left hand as the ravenous void begins to feast with gusto, pulling in power. Whilst I thank my luck for the smooth activation, the best yet, I am already reaching for Diozagrath's sword, looking to employ it to my own ends. While I reach over, exposing myself to the Clay golem's attack, I turn my head and breath a gout of flame onto it's form.

SOULFIRE

[-3 Souls. Souls Remaining: 543 Minimum: 12]

The expanding cloud of Soulfire catches several of those racing past, me, but half of their number, the clay golem operator among them, escape. The clay golem itself is bathed in my flames, and stumbles backwards as it's vision is clouded by swirling emerald fire springing from it's own eyes, the Soulfire soaking deep in it's hunger. My hand, closing delicately about the blade of the massive sword, yanks it free of the rubble, setting it into a slow and heavy spin in the air. As my Soulfire ceases to exude from my mouth, the Immortal Genocide slowly coating my arm in frost as the air chills and light begins to shine from it's shadowed recesses, I snap my hand onto the passing sword hilt, slamming the blade down into both the rubble and Small Tomb beneath as I roar out my challenge.

>>182596
"Fools, the lot of you, THE LOT OF YOU! You have angered the wrong mage today! I'LL CLAIM YOUR LIVES AND SOULS IN PAYMENT, FOR THE OFFENSE YOU NOW COMMIT!!!"


I steady my legs, my stance wide, as I heave the sword upright, clutching the over-sized (A strange concept to me) weapon as I survey the battlefield. The Clay Golem's runes glow brightly as the suck in the flames coating it's body, extinguishing it far faster than I would prefer, it's form only minorly damaged. The remaining four guards from the Diozagrath's operator's entourage rush the stone golem operator, clamping hands over her mouth, just as she was finally about to give an order. Diozagrath finally manages to wrench itself from the wall to bounce upright, a massive rent down it's chest, feet deep, now bearing witness to my earlier strike.... yet there was no resistance when the blade took my right arm (and with it, Sable Executioner) off... truly, this... steel, I am sure, but of a particularly strange alloy... Wootz Steel, the name comes to me. Interesting.

"Reclaim your sword!"
"SHORTFIRE!!!"

The Small Tomb leaps towards me with savage speed as I see the clay golem lose an arm despite trying to dodge the incoming massive drill, already jerking to a halt on it's chain and being reeled back in for another shot. I hear the sound of combat behind me, and from Gialgorra's lack of weapons, I assume Keddic has arrived.


What should I do (please be more specific than 'hit small tomb with sword' or some such)?
[Reminder, to deactivate the IG requires another 1d20+3 roll, which must beat 10]
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No. 182622 ID: e31d52

rolled 9 = 9

>>182618
Well, this is a nice turn of events.

Launch the sword point first at the clay with the Accelerator, then CHARGE THE SMALL TOMB AND PUNCH THE SHIT OUT OF IT ONCE. THEN DEACTIVATE, AND HIT IT AGAIN.

AIM FOR THE WOUND.
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No. 182623 ID: 445c48

Punch clay golem. Leave IG on.

Or should we deactivate it, THEN punch? I really have no head for this experimental magery.
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No. 182624 ID: 2aaaf1

>>182622
Better idea: After tossing the sword at the small tomb, grab the clay golem with the immortal genocide still feeding. Every second it remains in our grasp it will lose energy and risk being crushed.
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No. 182626 ID: a594b9

>>182618
Alright, let's use more Blades. However we should use Magnetomancy to launch them, so that we never lose control of their trajectory.

Targets for the blades: All enemy softies. Utilize magnetomancy to make sure the running ones can't dodge, and get that hand off the Stone Golem Operator's mouth.

Let's let IG eat some more this round. We should swing the sword in a wide arc to hopefully smash it into the Clay Golem's side and get it good and stuck. The Small Tomb is currently ordered to retrieve the sword, so... heh...
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No. 182627 ID: bd5078

>>182623
You turn it off to store the energy.

Then punch.

That 9 is plus 3, so 12.

Magnetomance the blades back into the guards.

DO punch, but punch the Small Tomb, after throwing the blade with accelerator active at the clay golem.
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No. 182628 ID: e31d52

ACTUALLY VOTING TO STORE THIS ROLL AND KEEP THE IG ACTIVE.
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No. 182629 ID: c00244

>>182618
This is great: We know that the Small Tomb has been ordered to reclaim its sword.

Its sword is in our hand. The hand with the Accelerator.

We throw away the sword, fast and far, and the Small Tomb conveniently removes itself from combat.

With our greatest threat gone, it should prove easy enough to win.
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No. 182632 ID: 8dc333

It wants its sword back? THEN TAKE IT! Chuck the sword using the accelerator towards the golem while deactivating the IG, then as it moves to catch it, PUNCH IT DEAD CENTER!!! (If you can fit a reload for the AGC in there do it and fire it.)
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No. 182634 ID: 8dc333

>>182632
Well, I didn't roll so the IG will stay on, unless someone else thinks this is a valid Idea and rolls for it.
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No. 182637 ID: b14128

As we're not using magnetomancy currently, I say we use it on the small tomb ('Small' tomb... Damn thing is bigger than -us-), slow it down so we can attack it with greater ease, and keep it away from its sword.

As for magnetomanying the blades into the guards... Can we be sure we won't hit the stone golem's operator? I wonder if it might be better to try attacking the small tomb's operator with them, considering his last order wasn't one that had him attacking us.
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No. 182645 ID: b14128

Turn off the bloody IG! It's going to leave our control if we leave it on too long!
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No. 182646 ID: a594b9

rolled 19 + 3 = 22

...actually we'd better turn the IG off right now.
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No. 182651 ID: 1ac39d

yeah, turn off now is good.
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No. 182654 ID: 45be60

Hey, wasn't there something about the IG activation getting more/less controllable as a result of a critical roll?

And... can we bite the end off the sword in combat rounds? I mean I sorta like the idea of accelerating the sword through the golem, but that trades off puncturing its armor for letting him retrieve the weapon. We would need a good follow-up to take advantage of the damage.
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No. 182659 ID: a594b9

>>182654
Apparently shutting it off only gets harder the more it eats. Its eating rate grows exponentially... and the initial roll (provided it is above 10) determines how fast that is.

So technically yes, if we roll high to activate it, it will be harder to turn off... but only if we let the IG eat for more than one round. We will always need to simply roll above 10 to deactivate it on the very next round.
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No. 182662 ID: 2aaaf1

>>182654
And thus another problem arises- The sword is RUNED and took our arm our with little effort, even when we blew the small tomb away. Now we've GOT to know what gives it that power, because getting dismembered does not appease Mordre.
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No. 182664 ID: 45be60

>>182659
no no, I mean 20s and 1s increase or decrease the penalties on a permanent level. rrrrrg... hang on, gonna have to dig through the archives on this one.
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No. 182665 ID: 8dc333
File 127476678724.jpg - (69.61KB , 525x273 , 300_jump_slash.jpg )
182665

How about this (Pssht, I wish Mordre could jump >.>)
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No. 182667 ID: d1210a

>>182622 [canceled by >>182628]
>>182626
>>182629
>>182646
[19+3=22, >10, >15, >18, >20, >21]

I deactivate the Immortal Genocide's feast just as smoothly as I activated it, taking advantage of the wording of Diozagrath's orders by heaving the sword away, which the Small Tomb promptly turns to chase as I clench my fist, and send it rocketing forward into it's hulking shoulder, missing the head as it bobs about. The moment that fist, with the Immortal Genocide bearing a charge, impacts the Small Tomb, I feel something trigger, and the fiercely twinkling light vanishes as I feel power rush through my hand and into my foe. The Small Tomb's shoulder explodes amidst writhing tendrils of white and black, forcing their way out of the Small Tomb and breaking it from within. I relish my first real damage to the thing...

IMMORTAL GENOCIDE PRIMARY FUNCTION DISCOVERED: ALL FUNCTIONS KNOWN
[Immortal Genocide now uses a 1d20 +4 when rolling, instead of a 1d20 +3]

...And I also wonder at how often entities are losing arms in this bout. It is starting to grow repetitious.

Whilst I engage the Small Tomb in melee, I am busy discharging my remaining three blades from my right shoulder, directing them with Magnetomancy. Two I guide in wide arcs towards the guards about the stone golem operator, looking to once more free her from captivity as I make the blades dance about the warded fields the Black Steel they carry generates, having pulled the blades from earlier out of the wall to create a pincer attack, dropping the four without ever risking harm to the hostage. I likewise create a pincer attack between old and new blades alike upon the Small Tomb's operator, but despite his wounded state, he manages to leap into the air, twisting between the incoming whirling blades, both of which are broken free of my control as they pass into range of the Black Steel lumps. The operator falls to the ground prone, slamming his stump into the stone, choking back another scream, once more incapacitated.

Even as it continues to run past me, what's left of it's arm dropping to the ground, Diozagrath stretches out it's remaining arm and clamps it about the tumbling sword's hilt, and brings it back in a vicious strike at me, undeterred by being deprived of an arm and a third of it's torso. ...Between the quality of it's composition and it's incredible resilience, I find myself somewhat put off by how this foe seems to refuse to properly go down. I note the Clay Golem no longer moving and still here combat behind me along with a heavy clicking noise, but I have more immediate concerns.


What should I do?
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No. 182671 ID: e31d52

>>182667
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

"So you need that blade to face me... How pitiful. I've faced stronger foes that nearly defeated me with their fists alone!" Flex the soul nexus. "And now... it is time for that hero to shine! CAN YOU HEAR ME, THORMO?! COME, LET US DESTROY THIS FOE TOGETHER!"

Burn a pristine to charge and PUNCH HIM AS HARD AS POSSIBLE.

If my theory is correct... this might win the fight.

If you aren't willing to burn a pristine, then keep the first part.
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No. 182672 ID: 9e86d3

>>182667

If the space is big enough so that there is little chance of collateral damage, I think we should AA the wounded golem operator and then shift the beam to the golem itself.

Hopefully, we can kill two birds with one stone and kill the operator and freeze the golem.
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No. 182675 ID: 9e86d3

>>182671

Voting negative on the pristine. We should save them for later when we are more desperate...
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No. 182677 ID: 1ac39d

use magnetomancy to force it's arm to go up while you duck down both motions should cause it to miss. then stand while punching upwards at the arm using the accelerator to combined with magnetomancy to make the arm point straight up.
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No. 182680 ID: e31d52

>>182671
oh, one more thing. Use all our magnetomancy to launch the arm we severed at the prone idiot.
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No. 182681 ID: b14128

Use magnetomancy to slow it down, hamper its movements and attacks!
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No. 182682 ID: 45be60

>>182671
Our first priority must be to stop that sword swing. You have seen how a human warrior responds when he has a sword swinging at his unarmored body. You must do this now. Use your magnetomancy to increase your agility and your strength. Catch his arm before he can swing at you, and throw him off his feet.
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No. 182683 ID: 903f16

>>182667
>...And I also wonder at how often entities are losing arms in this bout. It is starting to grow repetitious.

When we retell this story to our men this will be known as the battle of fallen limbs.

>>182671
Let's save that pristine soul, this seems like a battle we can get through without one. We're already halfway through the thing anyhow.

Also, can we create some soul soldiers to attack the small tombs operator and free the stone golem's? I'd say use the inferno golem, but some people might want to keep that a secrete.
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No. 182684 ID: a594b9

rolled 12 + 3 = 15

Dodge. Charge IG again.
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No. 182685 ID: a594b9

rolled 1 + 3 = 4

Then deactivate it immediately and PUNCH when we get an opening.
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No. 182687 ID: 45be60

I don't think we have the ability to punch the thing while it is standing up and fighting. We need to wait on an opening.
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No. 182690 ID: 701a19

rolled 10 = 10

Need a little roll-aid?
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No. 182691 ID: 1ac39d

rolled 8 + 4 = 12

saving throw!
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No. 182692 ID: a594b9

rolled 16 + 4 = 20

>>182685
Errr let's try that again.
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No. 182694 ID: c00244

>>182672
I'd kind of like to interrogate the wounded golem operator. Slaughtering all our enemies is nice, of course, but it would probably go over better with the Professor if we're able to capture, rather than only kill.

We can still eat his soul afterward, of course. Dodging our magnetomantically guided blades smells like a hero soul to me.
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No. 182695 ID: a594b9

I'm thinking we should use Magnetomancy to use the Small Tomb's fallen arm as a shield of sorts. Parry with a severed arm! Hahah!
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No. 182696 ID: 9e86d3

>>182684

We got a +4 now. So this is 16 actually.

>>182692
>>182691
>>182690
>>182685

The average of all these (with the correct +4 modifiers) is 12.75
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No. 182698 ID: e31d52

Which is why I am changing by vote to PARRYING WITH IT'S OWN ARM, HA - HA!

I hope Keddic sees that.
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No. 182699 ID: 1ac39d

>>182698
yes, the sword has a hard time cutting it so it would be a great blocking tool.
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No. 182702 ID: 9e86d3

>>182694
True. I'm just worried about him escaping in the commotion. I'm probably just being paranoid considering he's almost comatose.

Also, first thing we need to do after we finish the fight is to secure our arm.

"Granted, if you can reclaim lost limbs, you can graft them back into place, and everything will be like normal." -Bob, from questdis

Hopefully arkus can do this...
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No. 182703 ID: 903f16

>>182702
We might not need Arkus, hopefully the process just entails putting the arm back where it was severed and eating enough metal.
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No. 182708 ID: d1210a

>>182682
>>182695
>>182698
>>182684
[12+4=16, >10, >15]

I direct my Magnetomancy to the Small Tomb's severed arm on the ground, taking advantage of it's new, ownership-free state to employ it as a shield, warding myself from the incoming sword blow with an arm from the very golem attacking me, as I once more trigger the Immortal Genocide, this time finding it returning somewhat to it more rebellious disposition. I start swinging my fist as I rise, looking for the timing to firmly strike my foe.

>>182685
[1+4=5, <10, =5 ABILITY DEGRADATION PREVENTED BY >15 ACTIVATION ROLL]
For a moment, the Immortal Genocide seems to mock me, continuing to chill the air despite my orders to halt it's feeding, seeming to desire more time to feed. I watch Diozagrath's one handed swing bring it's sword slicing into it's own arm, the one I am utilizing as a shield to cover my attempt to use a much shorter range attack than a massive sword entails. As my fist rises, already committed to the punch, I note the Small Tomb's severed arm jerking oddly as it is struck, somehow discordant with what I see, as I try one more time to finish charging the Immortal Genocide.

>>182690
[10+4=14, >10]
I finally manage to regain control of my own hand, and shut off the voracious feeding it had been so thoroughly performing, my fist clenching tight as it rockets towards Diozagrath's torso, looking to finish what my earlier blow started.

But instead of impacting the heavy, resilient form of my foe, my fist meets only air, the vision of Diozagrath fading away before me- as it fades into view on my flank, already beginning a second stroke to bring it's sword around it's own detached arm, still floating in the air at my command.... and into my head. I try to reposition myself, but it is far too late, I-

"SHORTFIRE!!!"

A blurred mass, reminiscent of nothing more than a storm cloud heavy with boiling lighting whizzes past me, coring the Small Tomb at the midsection, taking most of it's elbow with it, the sword dropping from a now limp hand as the golem pitches over, a soul already wafting out of it. I look back to see Keddic idly sitting atop a small pile of corpses puffing away on his pipe Old Bessie while Gialgorra gives me a triumphant thumbs up, a wild grin on his face. The runed clay golem, still deprived of an arm, continues to stand unmoving, it's prior master dead. I note the operator of the stone golem to be slowly making her way towards us... only to have the Small Tomb captain put a knife to her throat as he ducks behind her, obscuring himself from direct fire. He growls out a pained oath as he guides her backwards with pressure through the knife resting on her neck.

"Don't move or she dies."

[SECRET BONUS 009 DISCOVERED: MASTER OF ARMS AND DISARMAMENT]
>--requisites: in the fight over attempted theft in Gialgorra's manse, at least two human golem operators must lose an arm out of the total four.
>--requisites: in the fight over attempted theft in Gialgorra's manse, at least three golems must lose an arm out of the total five.
>--requisites: Mordre must lose an arm in the process of fulfilling the prior two requisites.
>--BONUS KNOWLEDGE: Wootz Steel is a rare, prized steel alloy, of superior strength to normal steel, in general durability, tensile strength, and ability to keep an edge. Despite having no innate magic, the steel performs almost as well as Blue Steel.
>--BONUS KNOWLEDGE: The iron component of Wootz Steel (the majority of it's composition) can be converted into Blood Iron with sufficient supplies. Such a form of this alloy has never been recorded as having been made before.
>--BONUS KNOWLEDGE: The Soul powering Diozagrath is the Mosmordren hero Zagrath The Unseen, a talented Combat Magic user with a penchant for illusion magic.


What should I do?
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No. 182710 ID: 275a5d

It's a knife. If it's shielded from Magnetomancy somehow as well, I'll eat my bloody foot.

Once you have firm commmand of the knife, and any other potential weapons on his person, utilize the one ability we haven't used in a long-ass time:

SPECTRAL GORGING ANIMA. Show him terror.
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No. 182711 ID: 1ac39d

"you can only threaten to kill her, for if she were to die then you know that you would die as well, you have no place to bargain. let her go on the other-hand, will result in you being sparred."
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No. 182712 ID: 9e86d3

>>182708

We may not be able to magnetically manipulate the Small Tomb Captain directly b/c of his black steel or whatever...but I think we should be able to manipulate the steel in the knife....if so, fling it away.
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No. 182713 ID: a594b9

>>182708
Is it possible for us to use AA on his arm far enough away from the hostage so that they are unharmed?

Another option would be to inhale the Heroic Soul and use its ability in some manner.
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No. 182714 ID: 1ac39d

Black steel generate an Anti-magic FIELD, direct contact not required!
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No. 182715 ID: 275a5d

Alternatively, if it IS shielded, then say the following, LOUDLY:

"You seem to be misunderstanding something. I have no delusions that you'll let that woman live if we let you escape, so for the life of me I can't even fathom how you think we'll fall for such a blindingly foolish gambit. Your best bet for getting out of this alive is surrendering now. I can guarantee that we will not harm you futher, provided you prove reasonable."

While saying this, Magnetomance one of the blades near the wall, SILENTLY, mind you, to sweep into his side, perpendicular to the ground (So that we don't risk harming the golem operator). Devote the full force of your SOUL NEXUS as a magic node to affecting the knife and keeping it away from the girl.
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No. 182718 ID: 275a5d

>>182713
AA is NOT a precision device. Using it will kill them both, spectacularly.
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No. 182722 ID: 6834bc

>>182708
You know, something about this guy just sort of seems a little too perfect. He's got a Small Tomb made entirely out of a rare steel alloy; he's proven rather agile in his ability to dodge (most) of our attacks; and he just so happens to have armor studded with Black Steel for anti-magic defense...

It's a bit of a reach, but maybe he's working for that Archmage Weinsho guy, or someone who works for/with him?
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No. 182724 ID: e31d52

"You are an idiot and a fool."

If we manage to kill him, say this just before he dies.
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No. 182725 ID: a594b9

Hey, isn't Gialgorra's daughter down at the entrance? Maybe she'll show up. We need to keep this guy talking though.

"Good man, do you truly expect to leave alive if you kill her? Let her go, and you may yet continue living, albeit in prison."

At any rate I think the only chance we've got at all for killing him would be magnetomancying a blade into him... but he's shown to be extremely agile. He would most likely dodge and/or get the girl killed by it once it's in the black steel's field.
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No. 182731 ID: 275a5d

>>182715
MINOR EDIT: Forget the knife. Use our soul nexus to instead direct on of the OTHER blades to sever his arm. Power is not an issue, here, but PRECISION is of utmost importance. Lets see just how good those mathematical aiming enchantments Mosmordre put into you are, eh?
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No. 182732 ID: 275a5d

>>182725
Thats why we keep him distracted with a LOUD speech.
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No. 182733 ID: 6834bc

>>182722
Extrapolation: If he is working for Weinsho, he's probably got the same sort of soul-recovery system as that rat-bastard Dulu.

So... I vote that when we kill him (because we will,) we suck his soul up ASAP so he doesn't get to bugger off like Dulu.
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No. 182736 ID: 903f16

>>182722
It is certainly interesting. His resources are quite great considering he didn't seem like a noble or mercenary captain. Though, his attack seems very poorly planned.

He wildly assaulted two other golem captains and he perhaps would have bested them both and claimed their golems in the processes, but he neglected a very obvious problem to his scheme: two very large, and dangerous golems within hearing distance of the attack.

If he was an agent of the Archmage, why did he attack and presumably try to take the two other golems? Wouldn't his orders be to attack us? I'd imagine if he was working for them that he'd have waited until we were fighting the professor and at the last moment when we are both weak he would take both of us down.

In short, the work is too sloppy.
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No. 182737 ID: c00244

Guys, do not explicitly promise this man his life. We don't want the professor to get the impression that we break our promises... and we do want to devour his soul. Delicious hero souls...
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No. 182738 ID: 275a5d

>>182737
It's not like we haven't done it before *COUGH*BARCHO*COUGH*

A lie to save a person from a foolish killer. Is that so bad?
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No. 182768 ID: 58ec1e

>>182738
who says we need to promice anything? we just need to point out that if he harms the girl we will horrificaly murder him. as in flay him alive and dip him in salt water

if he surenders we will be much more mercyful. as in torture some info out of him then kill him and eat his soul-obviously dont tell him this bit
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No. 182788 ID: b14128

Hey, nobody seems to be suggesting recovering the soul from the small tomb, or retrieving our arm, so... Do those things, Morde.
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No. 182794 ID: 903f16

>>182788
I think people are trying to deal with the hostage situation first, but we should suck up that soul before it dissipates.
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No. 182795 ID: e31d52

If we can do that without moving, awesome. ACTIVATE SOUL VACUUM.

"Do not fret, foolish criminal. I am merely claiming some of my spoils."
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No. 182813 ID: 5e0979

You know what would be cool? Hoisting up that Golem Sword and chucking it as fast as we can at that ass-hole's head. That would be awesome - if it doesn't hit the girl.
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No. 182814 ID: 8dc333

Lets see if this guy has balls. Load up the last AG round. "Fuck its"
Brace.
While doing this, Magneto-pick up one of the old AVBlades and begging spinning it like a buzzsaw and send it towards his neck....from behind.
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No. 182815 ID: fc32cb

We should try to harvest the soul of Zagrath the Unseen without scaring our foe. If this soul is/was an illusionist then we might be able to use those illusion powers to resolve this hostage situation.
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No. 182831 ID: 275a5d

>>182814
That might kill the woman, as well, if we aim it like that. Or provoke him to stab her.
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No. 182833 ID: 2a6cd4

>>182814

We know the guy has the balls to kill her. Hell, he has the balls to attack a person within shouting distance of a soul golem and a steam golem which has killed hundreds of other golems...
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No. 182870 ID: d1210a
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182870

>>182710
>>182712
I reach out to the knife, noting no dark lumps of Black Steel adorning his weapon.... only to find it within the field exuded by the Black Steel lump of his armor, still out of my reach. A pity, this could have been solved very easily.

>>182711
""you can only threaten to kill her, For she dies you know that you would die as well. You must recognize you have no place to bargain. To let her go, on the other hand, may result in you being sparred."

"Pfeh, nice try, I am not giving up a hostage just like that," the opportunistic Small Tomb operator grunts out, shuffling about, moving towards the stationary clay golem and the tunnel leading towards the entrance.

>>182713
>>182715
>>182815
I take a step forward, taking in a deep breath as I take in the souls around me... most notably the heroic soul that had guided Diozagrath, refusing to let another soul slip away from me like Dulu.

+1 HERO SOUL (HUMAN): ZAGRATH THE UNSEEN

CHOOSE SOUL'S EFFECT: [Post vote in suggestion as 1, 2 or 3]

1--Soul Travels to Mordre's ruby eyes for some augmentation (will not directly interface with the Amaranthine Annihilator)
2--Soul diffuses itself through Mordre's whole form for some augmentation (getting closer to creating a general body Soul Nexus, but not finalizing it.)
3--Soul is allowed to go where it wills.

I see the Small Tomb captain hiss in warning as he draws a tiny trickle of blood from his' hostages throat, clearly leery of letting me approach any further. I call out to him again, hoping to find some resolution more in tune with my persona of the chivalrous (if bumbling) mage Mordre, not the amoral and opportunistic murderer that I truly am.

""You seem to be misunderstanding something. I have no delusions that you'll let that woman live, Should we let you escape here unmolested, So for the life of me I can't even fathom how you could think such, That we'll fall for such a blindingly obvious and patently foolish gambit. Your best bet for getting out of this alive is surrendering now. I can guarantee that we will not harm you further, provided you prove reasonable."

"...Might be that this isn't how I expected this to turn out, but you did tell us our lives are forfeit a couple seconds ago, the turnaround is making me a bit leery, see? Why should I trust you?"

Having been directing my Magnetomancy toward the blades scattered about the battlefield, I manage to snare three hiding outside the churl's range of vision, and using myself as a primary anchor, as well as connecting the magnetic fields of the individual disks for more stability, I start them rotating in place, two blades air-borne thanks to the counter-force of the third blade, still partly embedded in the ground beneath them, acting as an anchor. Knowing my shot needs to be precise, I reposition the third blade as yet another anchor, giving me three anchors for the floating blade, all under my control: I doubt I could get my precision any higher at the moment, and I respond as I send the blade whirring through the air towards the Small Tomb operator's back.

"You should have accepted my offer."


The fanged blade cleaves through Diozagrath's operator's remaining arm, the knife falling out of a now-limp hand, the hostage stumbling away from the disarmed opportunist. With no one else left to capture her, I believe I may finally have secured her semi-permanent freedom.

>>182724
"You are an idiot and a fool."

As I approach the doubly wounded quarry, I see a bloody grin loom on his face.

"Maybe, but you aren't as observant as you thought. CLAY GOLEM GEODIAZ, I BIND YOU TO ME IN ABSENCE OF MASTERS! DEFEND ME!"

I have perhaps a third of a second to register what has happened, the golem operator having claimed the unattended and currently master-less clay golem's ownership, before I feel the impact of it's one armed blow, turning my head to see-

The club it strikes me with, a stone anchored on a length of wood the size of a tree, bears a metal replica of a skeleton in it's head, something I had only idly noted before. Now the skeleton cherries, the air shimmering with heat.... and I see Soulfire leaking from it's empty sockets, wha-

The one-armed blow abruptly intensifies a hundred fold, and instead of being able to shrug it off I am slammed to the ground, my knees buckling and shoulder warped so badly from the impact the Anti-Golem cannon is unusable, and my one remaining arm is now severely restricted by the warped metal. ...How could it have struck so much harder with it's second blow?

>>182722
...The thought that this group, well-outfitted and bearing surprisingly high quality arms and golems each, would be here by happenstance during my visit strikes me as more than passing odd. ...Could they be allied with this Weinsho I know myself to have earned the ire of? I snap out of my reverie as the clay golem raises it's club again, the air still shimmering about it, looking to pound me into the mountain. For my part, I am on one knee, struggling to rise and move, my left arm resisting my attempts to move it freely.

At this development, I see the Small Tomb captain sprinting, blood flowing from his two stumps, clearly trying to make his escape. I see a shadow on the tunnel-side, and realize the fleeing criminal will run into whoever it is.... ! If it is one of Gialgorra's daughters!-

I do indeed see a women within years of Lacrazzia climbing the steps.... but I would not consider her helpless. In place of arms of flesh, I see the gleam of metal, hear the hiss of steam and whine of electricity.... as well as note her artificial hands hold a very large device, vaguely resembling a pistol and cannon combined. She jabs it's barrel at the approaching criminal, and put on an evil grin, pulling the trigger.

KRACK!!

With an explosion of fire about the muzzle and the hiss of hydraulics compensating for what most be atrocious recoil within her bionic arms, the new arrival converts the Small Tomb/clay golem operator's chest into a fine pink mist, and the recently rekindled light in the clay golem's eyes snuffs out once more, it's arm dropping loosely to it's side. As the mechanically limbed, gun toting, pouting girl nudges the corpse with her foot, she looks past me, and waves. With her gaze averted, she does not see the soul that starts to emerge from the corpse-only to seemingly catch fire, it's ghostly face awash in agony, and burn to nothingness. ....Well, that doesn't seem very similar to Dulu's escape, I didn't even see his soul flee... I snap back to focusing on the developing conversation taking place about me.

"Hi dad. ...Uh, it was appropriate to shoot this guy, right?"

"Of course, my darling Sofiazza-"

"Ugh, DAD!"

"What?"


...The situation seems to have diffused.


What should I say or do?
[Bear in mind consuming the small tomb/converting Mordre to Wootz Steel will take some time (several hours, possibly half a day) , during which time Mordre can take no other actions]
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No. 182876 ID: e31d52

Delicious enemy soul, you must eat it. Delicious enemy body, we must... take it, and eat it on the ship.

also, EYES. Methinks it'll let us see invisible.
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No. 182877 ID: e31d52

>>182876
"Is everyone all right? I daresay, that was quite frightening!"
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No. 182880 ID: a594b9

>>182870
If we are to consume the Small Tomb... to be most efficient we should do it on the return trip on the boat.

Let's retrieve our arm and reattach it, and begin repairing our body. That's our first priority.

Second priority is somehow collecting the Small Tomb's body for later consumption.

Also, theory: That was indeed someone under Weinsho's employ, but instead of binding his soul to be retrieved, it was cursed to be destroyed upon death.

It is also possible that the clay golem's magic ability corrupts the soul somehow. His soul burned away shortly after the clay golem used a soulfire-fueled attack.

Hey, speaking of which... we should find out who is going to take the Clay Golem. Perhaps our new Lord ally?
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No. 182883 ID: a594b9

>>182870
A general body soul nexus sounds good... also, putting it in the body would result in most likely being able to use illusions on ourselves like the Small Tomb did against us.

So, 2.
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No. 182884 ID: e31d52

>>182880
>Perhaps our new Lord ally?

Yes a million times.
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No. 182888 ID: c00244

>>182870
Inquire as to if anyone is hurt- the hostage, for example.

Conduct repairs- reattach our arm, try to assess how long unwarping our other will take. Consider if we could somehow absorb the Small Tomb's body, or at least take its sword and make it useful to us.

Inquire as to the fate of the clay golem; giving it to Lord Dregas might work, since a hired golem operator with a golem is that much more effective. Though if the professor wants it I'm not inclined to argue the point.

Thank Sofiazza for her timely intervention, and complement her on her weapon.
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No. 182892 ID: 445c48

Say something to the effect how, oh dear, looks like you were not quite ready to fight his steam golem, oh my look at all this damage from such ruffians, hope you don't mind if I sit my golem down for a bit and repair it, oh dear such trouble leave the small tomb bits.

also voting 3
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No. 182895 ID: 5e0979

Greet the new sister in awe and amazement, thanking her. IF ew can bind a golem to ourselves and let our new ally control it, nice. I'd rather have it for ourselves - after all, I don't know if a golem controller can have two golems. Study the body of our foe to make sure we can harvest the soul or where it could be. Check up on the other girl!

And make sure the Professor and Keddic is ok.

And, I'm saying '3'. Let it go where it wants to go. Could be interesting.
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No. 182897 ID: 275a5d

2.

Work towards unwarping arms and reattaching Sable Executioner. Begin moving towards the Small Tomb. Thank Sofiazza for her timely assistance.

"Wonderful timing, indeed, madam. I daresay I might have been in a spot of trouble, there, with so few armaments left. Oh, just LOOK at this bloody damage. I'm going to need so much material to finalize all these repai-

*Look at Diozagrath*

-...

Nevermind, I think I'll manage."
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No. 182902 ID: 58ec1e

also we should examine the club we were attacked with, it may be a weapon from our homeland.

also ask if the gun the fine young lady fired has an unusual ammunition, it may have been the cause of the small tomb operators destroyed soul
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No. 182908 ID: 2aaaf1

>>182870
For Zagrath, I vote 3. A pity we couldn't talk to him before consuming his soul. (Say, if we get our knowledge on the workings of soul magic high enough, would it be possible to communicate with heroic souls inside of us?)

Second, grab the golem sword, our missing arm, and the rest of our stuff we tossed off to the side.

Third, harvest souls and blood iron from the dead.

"This reminds me of an old Mosmordren tale about the Great Monty, a well respected knight of our empire. He would ride out to battle, clad in full plate of black steel, a feat most wonderous when considering the ill effects that occured when black steel met human flesh. Monty favored dismemberment above all other techniques in combat, which the black steel would prove to be a handy augmentation to his fighting style, but a poor choice for his ego. One fateful day, a stranger wearing shining white armor crossed paths with Monty. Every battle Monty had won for our empire had sadly inflated his pride to horrendous levels, and thus, with no rhyme or reason other than proving himself to an unseen audiance, he challeged the man. Years of the influence of black steel had eroded Monty's resiliance, he could still fight as well as they day he enlisted for our army, but any wound, regardless of how minute, would be fatal to him. In an act of divine and poetic justice, Monty was stuck down by the man in white, his limbs were severed and he was undone. As Monty lay bleeding and dying, he cursed his opponent and swore with his last breath to bite the ankles of the white warrior and drag him down to hell. Such a pity that a hero so proud would let his arrogance disgrace him."
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No. 182913 ID: 445c48

>>182908
>Our Empire

I have a feeling this is not the best way to remain under cover.
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No. 182920 ID: c00244

Voting 3. Let the soul do as it wills.

>>182913
Sharp. Why is that story being suggested, anyway?
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No. 182921 ID: 2aaaf1

>>182913
But Mosmordre WAS an empire in the past, and this story takes place in the past. Also it makes sense that an old man controlling a soul grave from long distance would be a survivor of the curse. Nobody else in the mortal coil knows how to do long range tomfoolery, so it'd have to be a mage from Mosmordre, after all; who else would know how to make a soul grave do stuff that'd be near impossible for normal golems besides a member of the people that MADE and PRODUCED soul graves on a daily basis?
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No. 182922 ID: 2aaaf1
 

>>182920
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No. 182924 ID: 8dc333

>>182880
This and letting the soul go where it pleases.

"Well met Ms.Gialgorra, I dare say that I would have difficulty stopping him without causing major damage to the surroundings, what with my minor weapons incapacitated, speaking of which that's no toy you have there yourself"

Chatchat, blahblah.

"Professor I hope you don't mind If I take a few moments to fix myself up, haven't looked this bad in quite a while."
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No. 182927 ID: 716eb0

>>182921
Our entire goal at this point is to not drop identifying details about who we are pretending to be unless we need to, and we do not need to. It may also be unwise to pretend to be a member of a nation which was wiped out because the rest of the world was mad at it.

Honestly, when some important mage comes to us and is all "Why have I never heard of you" I wanna be all "Well I have never heard of you either." and "Humans are so arrogant, believing they know everything, and against all reason, thinking they have a monopoly on magic." Really keep them guessing.
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No. 182930 ID: b14128

>>182921
Nah, it's a good cover story. It's plausable, believable. It's just that them believing it would lead to them hating us because Mosmodre was hated by pretty much the entire world, and every last one of its citizens are supposed to be dead. Which would be a problem.
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No. 182933 ID: 37675a

3

This seems like a powerful soul. We should let it do what it wants to do.

We might as well make friends with Gialgorra and start dividing the loot. I say we claim the small tomb stating that we need the metal for repairs and share the black steel with Gialgorra as he might profit greatly from magic-nullifying capabilities. (unless he wants to keep his golem free of magical metals)

"Well Gialgorra it looks like it took one lovely daughter to do what two battle-hardened golems couldn't.

I wonder what triggered this surprise attack. It wasn't terribly well planned although cruel in the extreme. Perhaps he was trying to claim the various golems? It is possible that he was trying to take one or more of your daughters hostage in exchange for control of your creation... Nonetheless I am glad to have fought by your side in the name of justice! We'll need to improve on our teamwork for the next time though, that final strike of yours was almost a second too late."
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No. 182935 ID: 2aaaf1

>>182107
>"WELL, have you seen what you sought, Mordre? Have you witnessed the wonders or SCIENCE enough to satisfy yourself curiosity.... OR DOES THE BLOOD IN YOUR VEINS CRY OUT TO YOU, TELLING YOU TO TEST YOUR OWN WEAPON AGAINST MINE, A TEST TO SEE IF THE MOSMORDREN EMPIRE TRULY DID CREATE THE MOST WONDROUS OF ALL GOLEMS!?!?"

>>182927
>>182930

I think they know guys...
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No. 182936 ID: b14128

>>182935
Uh, no, he was just talking about the golem. There's no reasonable way he could have known. And if he did know, wouldn't he have said 'Your empire'? In fact, wouldn't he have simply addressed us the golem personally and asked us to fight?
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No. 182940 ID: 2aaaf1

>>182936
I wasn't implying he knows about our sentience. We are under the guise of an old dude named /MAGE MORDRE THE GREAT, DID I MENTION HOW GREAT I AM YET?/ we use a soul grave through a means unknown to most magic users, even those that are highly adept, it doesn't take much for Gialgorra to put two and two together and say HMM, THIS GUY JUST MIGHT BE FROM THAT LONG DEAD EMPIRE... NAH FORGET IT, YO HOLMES- TO BEL AIR!
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No. 182942 ID: 445c48

Even if we're going to use that cover eventually, why give it away now? We profit nothing from it, aside from a nice Monty Python reference, no one asked, and it's just another lie that can be used to pick away at our cover.
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No. 182947 ID: 5e0979

>>182908
why are we telling this story anyway?
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No. 182948 ID: 2aaaf1

>>182947
I was trying to earn us some HAM points but noone seems to be to privy to the idea. Disregard the story at will.
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No. 182954 ID: 379d84

>>182870
Greet his daughter and remark at the near bisection the professor saved us from with glee. Have Keddic gather the arms (the weapons not limbs to be precise) and armor of the mercenaries, recalling all the bits of black steel they augmented their gear with. Once our arm is reattached we can use it one the sable executioner hand, if I remember the last time it was upgraded it felt incomplete due to lack of the same metal. Grab the sword and take command of the golem too, assuming we can transfer it later. Ask if it would be alright to convert ourselves here as our very could likely not handle the wieght of two golems at once even if one was gradually disappearing, it would give us a chance to meet the proffesor's family and possibly gain him as an ally too.
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No. 182956 ID: 5e0979

>>182954
Also, gather limbs. You know,as trophies.
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No. 182963 ID: 4c71de

Place the new soul in the eyes as I have a feeling this may give us a new ability.
Also ask about the blacksteel but request that you have some yourself. I'd reinforce Mordre's joints with it to prevent arms getting hacked off with magic but just personal opinion.
Not sure what else to do but perhaps ask the professor if he would care to part with the island and come with us, or if not, he would be able to part with a daughter if we left open a request to them to come and be an inventor for the Arcanoworks.
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No. 182978 ID: 275a5d

Oh god, important: If you can, try to use your magnetomancy to stem the Stone GOlem Operator's bleeding my manipulating the iron in the bleedout.
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No. 182995 ID: 6834bc

Voting 3, let the Hero Soul go where it decides to.
Also, screw the boat return-trip. We've got repairs to make, metal and souls to eat, and blood-iron to harvest... if Gialgorra's okay with that.

Also, getting our valuables would be a good idea. Not that Gialgorra or anyone would try to make off with them, but I don't want to lose track of where they are.
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No. 182996 ID: 5e0979

>>182995
lets not screw the return trip just yet.
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No. 182997 ID: 716825

Voting 3
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No. 183002 ID: 445c48

If we want to eat some blood iron, we'll probably just need to fake immobility (Not that that'll be hard har har) and ask the professor and daughters for privacy while you fix your golem industrial trade secrets and all.

Not quite yet though.
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No. 183003 ID: 1ac39d

wait, first gather any blood iron into a sphere so we can better examine it's properties.
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No. 183012 ID: 275a5d

>>182995
Lets not, as we need to be there to deal with the representative if we want any hope of keeping the arcanoworks without warring with the state government.

"Hmm...Oh dear, with all this damage, I dare say I won't be able to battle you steam golem for a time...and my boat is due to leave tomorrow. I'm afraid I'll have to postpone it by a week or two while I effect repairs and put my matters in order."

If he requests, give him the location of the Arcanoworks for contact purposes.

Also, suggest giving the Clay Golem to Dregas as consolidation. He's not going to be much of a golem operator without a golem, after all.
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No. 183016 ID: 903f16

>>182954
(For clarification I made that post from my phone, so disregard the difference in post IDs.)

In addition to this I would also like to cast a vote in favor of having the soul go to where ever it desires to be. Make a mental note to have Arkus examine both the runed sword and clay golem when we return home as well. They both seem have rather potent abilities that could be added to ourselves sometime in the future.

I also think we should avoid saying we have anything to do with the Mosmordre empire. It gives our cover a needless complication and one that is a bit to close to the truth.
>>182940
That would actually be a rather far fetched conclusion to draw from his statements especially since even Arkus knew the last citizen of the empire was executed sixteen years ago. Assuming we are part of a long dead empire solely because we claim to have created a new process for golem control would be absurd, even if we are named Mordre.
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No. 183019 ID: 716825

I can't wait until we actually meet some random mage name modre. Cheesy...yes, but the resulting HAM and confusion would be lulzy.
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No. 183020 ID: 45be60

the importance of the tiny amount of blood iron available here pales in comparison to the value of the metallic resources available, and it is too awkward to get at the blood anyway. Discretion and all that.
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No. 183039 ID: a594b9

Maybe we can get the Blood Iron from the enemy corpses, though?
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No. 183040 ID: a594b9

>>183039
Also souls.
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No. 183095 ID: d1210a

[OPTION 3, SOUL'S FREE CHOICE, NOMINATED]
[ZAGRATH'S SOUL MOVES TO: MORDRE'S EYES]
[EFFECT: ANY NON-SOUL MAGIC FUELED VISUAL ILLUSION CAN BE PASSIVELY PIERCED BY MORDRE'S GAZE]

>>182978
I direct my magnetomancy to the wounded stone golem operator, feeling for her blood... and finding it soaking through her makeshift bandages at terrible speed. I attempt to use my influence on Blood iron to to use the already shed blood to prevent further bleeding. I see her cringing and drop to a knee as my unseen administrations, but I feel the loss of blood slow greatly, and determine pain is likely preferable to death.

>>182880
Whilst I direct my attentions towards the wounded operator, I direct my left hand's Soul Nexus towards magnetomancy as well, as I bend to pick up my severed right arm. As I hold it in place, I try to make the metal flow, both innately and via Magnetomancy, to reconnect the limb, while I call out an innocuous question to the Professor.

"As I intend to hire Lord Dregas, Would you mind overmuch, Were I to claim this clay golem, or the remains of the Small Tomb?"

"What? Ah, do what you will with them, I have no real interest in pursuing magic myself, and so at most this is only scrap metal, stone wood and clay to me. ....Interesting, was that Small Tomb made of some derivative of steel?"

"Wootz, if I am not mistaken."

"Makes sense, a durable compound... still nothing compared to the armor plates I put in CANTI though..."
>"So dad, what's with the talking golem?"
"Ah, this would be the Mage Mordre, who was courteous enough to assist me in defending both my home and my guests."
>"...Moving past the whole 'talking golem' issue, I am assuming that you didn't want to protect all the guests..."
"Most accurate. Yes, it seems that the clay golem and small tomb operators had some nefarious scheme planned, though I must question why such relatively well outfitted individuals would commit to such a clumsy attack.... it seems more like an attack of opportunity, a gamble taken and lost than any overt plan, yet the presence of two groups-"
>"Dad you're rambling."
"Hm? Ah."

As the two bicker, I tentatively release my grasp of my own right arm, noting that is once more is in it's proper place, watching the stored energy in the Immortal Genocide slowly fade away as it bleeds back out of containment, dissipating as it does so.

>>182888
I turn to Sofiazza, and bow, even as I direct my attentions towards affecting personal repairs while I speak.

"I must thank you for the timely assistance, And pay my respects for your weapon's potency."

"What, this? It's just a belt-fed 40 millimeter repeat fire gun with a drum canister. If it weren't for my arms, I wouldn't even be able to hold this thing for long, much less shoot it. Needs a lot of tweaking before I could really call it infantry-scale artillery, and I've already had to reduce explosive force THREE TIMES to get it this small...."

>>182897
"In any even, wonderful timing indeed, miss Gialgorra. ....Well, I might as well get started on repairing this golem. Honestly, this is going to take quite a good deal of resou-"

I turn my gaze back towards the fallen small tomb, forged of Wootz Steel, before continuing.

"Actually, I think I shall be fine."


>>182902
As I haltingly open my warped left hand, the metal already returning to a more normal shape, I glance over to the runed clay golem, still motionless since the death of it's most recent master, noting the clay bunched about the stump of an arm it has.... but mostly noting the club it carries. Hm... with the power displayed near the end, I wonder if the club somehow drew power from the operator, considering what happened to his soul shortly thereafter. I decide to question Sofiazza, to assuage my concerns.

"Pray tell, could that weapon of yours, And the ammunition within it, account for this? The disintegration, the ambient consumption of a soul, One freshly released at that?"

"Well, not really all that knowledgeable about anything magic can do-"
>"Outside of what can make things explode."
"Hey, what can I say, I like explosions, and I like making things that make other things explode. As I recall dad, we have gone over this.... and if I further recall, you said you accepted it when I was helping you design CANTI's turbines."
>"Ugh how could I forget. Two weeks, you kept going on and on about putting magic in my golem..."
"Hey, you know as well as I that the steam golem could be even better if we-"
>"That's not the point. It was never the point. The point is, and always has been, about proving we don't NEED magic. Making the best weapon possible is secondary to the goal of attracting more interest to scientific pursuits."

Gialgorra turns at his most recent comment as he passes by me, and speaks directly to me now.

"To clarify, I have no issue with magic in and of itself,
I simply find the over-reliance on it's functionality,
To be impeding technological progress,
By providing an 'easy' way out....
Oh, and to make matters worse, that Mortal Coil,
They've kept most of the established mechanics of magic locked up,
And parcel it out to the rich. PFAW!!"

Now that he is no longer speaking to one of his daughters, Professor Gialgorra once more raises a hand to the heavens as he rants passionately.

"Does knowledge belong to everyone?
NO, say the mages of the Mortal Coil,
It belongs to the wealthy, and our order.
NO, says the nation of Castiliathen,
For much of this knowledge is forbidden.
NO, says the people,
For they have been fed on the lies of others!
I reject ALL THESE NOTIONS!!
I... I choose something different, I choose-"

"Chickenbutts!"

Gialgorra turns indignantly back to his daughter, now giggling into a steal fist. Gialgorra's response is almost petulant.

"...Can't I enjoy just a little bit of melodramatic flair?"

"Noooope."

"....Children... well, with what transpired here, I think I am going to lock down the manse for the night, who knows if these were the full extent of.... whatever machinations were put into play now. Besides, it's going to take time to fill those pot-holes in the arena floor.... oh, and look at all these craters in my walls, distasteful..."

Once more Gialgorra turns back to face me, and as he pushes back his goggles I see dark circles under his eyes.

"...Well, what with everything that's happened, the time... I hope you don't mind, but I really don't feel inclined to hold our bout now, I have far more important things to worry about. ...Also, I am going to have to ask you to stay overnight, as I am sealing the manse... now."

With a button depressed on the metal rod he carries, I hear metal groaning and sliding all about the area. ...Did Gialgorra just remotely seal the premises, with a single push of a button?

"Well... if I'm not mistaken, you intend to have your Soul Grave consume that Small Tomb, do you not? It is made or a rather capable alloy, and unless I miss my guess your body is almost completely iron."

"That is so. Do you desire any of the spoils here? The Black Steel they bore, or any other goods?"

"No, they're all yours as far as I am concerned, you weren't even asked to help me, and yet you still did it. I'll be damned if I don't encourage an altruistic mage.... and again, I must thank you. I have my doubts as to how well CANTI alone would have performed, with the two foes with as of then unknown powers..."

Sofiazza leans past her father, resting a heavy hand on his shoulder as she grins at me.

"Well now I have seen everything, my dad admitting someone HELPED him? Definitely going to have to remember your name then, Mr. Mordre."

Before Gialgorra can respond, I hear a crackling noise interrupt our conversation, as Gialgorra's hand dips into a pocket and fishes forth a hand-held device with a cord running back into his coat. He presses a button, and the static resolves itself into the scratch voice... of Lacrazzia.

"Hey dad, how come the shutters activated?"

"There were some complications, currently resolved. This is a preventative measure."

"Ah, someone else tried to rob you?"

"..You would think after I stopped all thirteen prior attempts in a purposefully brutal manner they would stop."

I hear faint words at the far end of the hall, and spot the one-armed stone golem operator climbing into her golem's hand, and whispering directions to it. The rune-covered stone golem makes it's way over to our side, and Gialgorra busies himself with guiding her to what he terms the 'medical wing', leaving Keddic and I to our own devises amidst the carnage of the recent battle. Keddic takes a deep puff on Old Bessie and speaks as smoke wreathes his grinning face.

"Yeah, that's Gialgorra for you. ....So, I note that Lord Dregas and his men are still going to be at the arena, out of the loop on what has happened. If you intend to hire him, now would be an acceptable time to go discuss this with him, or so my gut tells me. ...Hm, that clay golem's arm looks pretty good, for being severed, and I have heard clay golems are easier to repair... maybe we could give it to him? Hard to be a golem operator without a golem, all that."

>>183039
>>183040
I consider Keddic's words as I harvest Blood Iron and Black Steel both from the corpses, and claim the souls unburned by Soulfire. The ten or so pounds of Black Steel conjoin with Sable Executioner, nominally increasing it's total range, but otherwise causes no change. As I finish harvesting the smaller desirables present, I turn back, considering the box with the Twins of Gavrock, my bag of coin, rations for Keddic and I, my one remaining pre-prepared Anti-Golem Shell, Diozagrath's Cleaver, and the tons of Wootz Steel that made up the Small Tomb's body, alongside the one-armed runed clay golem. Other than Keddic and I, no one else is present.

[+7 Souls. Souls Remaining: 550 Minimum: 12]
[+3 pounds of Blood Iron Blood Iron/Total Iron: 78/30,000lbs]


What should I say or do?
[Choosing to feast on the Small Tomb and convert Mordre's body will skip to morning, so if you want to do other things, do them first.]
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No. 183102 ID: e31d52

Ask that Keddic fetch our new operator while you sit and eat.

Here's what we have to say to him:

"My friend, you showed notable skill in operating your golem there. It is a sad thing that such workmanship was so brutally destroyed, but... these things happen. I offer you a new beggining in the Alhezradran state, a new golem to start again, and the chance to reclaim your old one. All I ask in return is your service. You shall be paid, fed, and provided at the very least a place to sleep, but you should know that working with me can prove quite dangerous. Still... I will make this offer only once. Soon I shall depart these isles, and make my way back to my labs. You have until I board the ship to make your awnser."
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No. 183105 ID: 57d90f

Chat with Dregas and then set tell Keddic that the Golem will be under orders to upgrade itself with the materials you have marked for it and you will be retiring for the night. Focus a little magnetomancy on the objects that you are going to use so that Keddic can sense it, helps to build out character.
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No. 183113 ID: 45be60

Wow, one painful stopgap to slow the bleeding, I'm sure the one armed lady is fine now. Just let her find a medic on her own. We have important exposition to discuss. >_<
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No. 183122 ID: 903f16

>>183102
I'll support this as the course of action and speech we should direct towards Dregas.

Going to the medical wing could also be interesting. It'd give us a chance to speak with the other golem operator, we hardly know a thing about that one.

After all that chow down on those tons of steel and upgrade our glorious form. Would it be possible to reshape our current look while we do so? Touch up our current knight motif and make it look more regal/inspiring and what not.
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No. 183125 ID: 5e0979

Hire the lord!

Follow the good doctor, and ask him where, if anywhere, we may rest up for the night - or at least put our golem in a safe place and our Keddic in a warm bed. Inquire about the One Armed Woman, and how's she doing, as we did save her life.

Compliment Bob on Bioshock reference, especially after having just beaten Bioshock 2. Express interest in this open knowledge 'Rapture' and inquire as to how we could help. Note how our own apprentice fought tooth and nail just to become our apprentice despite how much it cost him - I do believe that's right and one of the reasons we bro-fist with Arkus. Trepidly note that you have seen rampant, unchecked, use of magic release eldritch horrors onto the world. Like the one we met and our reason for coming here.

Based on the idea of magic and science growing together, bring up Gavrock with the focus of bringing up the location of other old relics and two golem enthusiasts working together.

Pull up NAMER. Rename DRGIALGORRA to Dr. Andrew Ryan 'Steel' Gialgorra

Ask Lacrazzia if she's come up with any answers yet.

Ask Sofiazza if she could reproduce those weapons to a large scale. I'd say 'We'd be happy to pay', but I don't know if we have enough cash. I would like to see our Premen armed with belt-fed 40 millimeter repeat fire gun with a drum canister and magic swords.

Ascertain if there are any runes on the fallen golem that could cause any problems with feasting upon it. If there are runes, remove them. If there are no runes or other weapons, eat golem. Do not eat sword.
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No. 183128 ID: a594b9

>>183095
We should discuss the golem with Lord Dregas. Possibly ask him if he has an idea of what the club does.
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No. 183168 ID: 445c48

Right, remember to eat AROUND the runes, they're just empty calories
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No. 183171 ID: 903f16

>>183168
Wouldn't want to ruin our golemish figure now would we?

In all seriousness though, I don't recall the body of the small tomb having any runes on it.
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No. 183175 ID: a594b9

>>183171
Yeah, it was the Stone Golem that has runes.
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No. 183236 ID: d1210a
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>>183102
>>183105
>>183113
>>183122
>>183125
"Keddic, would you go get Lord Dregas, his men... oh, and Moss too, and bring them?"

Keddic nods amiably as he strolls back down the tunnel leading to the external arena, as I address the retreating forms of professor Gialgorra, and the injured stone golem operator as I catch up to them.

"So, Professor Gialgorra-"

"You can call me Antoledo, if you prefer.

"..As you say. Well, I was wondering if I could make a request. With the lock-down in place, Keddic, Lord Dregas and his men, All are in need of accommodations, if they are available."

Professor Antoledo Gialgorra puts on great wounded airs as he responds, walking betwixt C.A.N.T.I. and the runed stone golem, marching down the tunnel opposed to the one leading out to the arena.

"Good sir, I'd hoped you thought higher of me, than to neglect guests in such a situation. I have a full wing for visitors.... rather conveniently beside the emergency room.."
>"It's easier that way."
"Oh, hush Sofiazza."
"You have my thanks, Antoledo-"
>"Antoledo 'steel', you mean!"
"W-what, oh, don't go bringing up that childish nickname!"

As Antoledo 'Steel' Gialgorra banters with his daughter, I address the wounded stone golem operator, still cradled in said golem's arms.

"My apologies we could not come to your aid sooner, And that you should be wounded so, lady..."

She smiles wanly at me, pain tightening her lips as she softly responds.

"Please, Mage Mordre, do not feel responsible, indeed I owe you my life and freedom. Ah, and well met, somewhat belatedly, I am Mage Wendelin, of the Mortal Coil, though I am ashamed to admit it given my rather lackluster performance. I am afraid rune inscription is hardly useful when one's life is threatened, or when the staff you inscribe falls away along with your arm. ...It is regrettable that my apprentice Ylendwia perished, along with my guards.... but I suppose I should be thankful to have survived the event."
A mage of the Mortal Coil? That could be dangerous territory. We have walked some seventy feet down the hall yet at the slow pace of humans on foot, and Keddic is likewise still visible behind me, traversing the opposite tunnel to fetch those outside, Lord Dregas among them. Wendelin speaks again while I still think of what next to say.

"... I do not mean to presume, but do you know any of the restorative arts, Mage Mordre? I'm afraid it is not my own area of focus."

I grasp onto this new topic as being relatively safe, and proceed.... with the truth.

"I am afraid not, Mage Wendelin, or I'd already be doing what I could."

"NYA-HA-HAA, never fear, for my lovely daughter Anastazia has made some wonderful medical devices! They may not have quite the same scope as what magic can offer.. not yet, at least... but nevertheless, I think you shall be most surprised by how much recovery is yet possible."

As he says this, Antoledo hoists Wendelin's severed arm in his hands, and I see the mage faint at his manic grin. Thankful to have dodged potentially risky questions from a member of the largest magic order on the continent, I pose a final question to Gialgorra, who now looks confused to find the mage so stunned by his grisly offering.

"Oh, that's right, I recently purchased the Twins Of Gavrock, And heard of this mage-inventor that made them, do you-"

"Yes, I remember Old Gavrock, and as I know the kind of things he made and your established interest in armaments, I'll skip ahead and tell you the only work of his I know the location of, barring that which you purchased, would be the Shell Of Gavrock, a powered armor suit with runes all over it. This one belongs to someone who used to be a guard at the ports, to break of trouble, but somehow got a whole mess of marks in his hands, the suit, and came to me. Payed me to rebuild the engine, as it was an antiquated an inefficient mess, and thereafter, I regretfully must say he turned pirate, now sailing the waters around these islands looking to plunder merchant ships. ...Ah, and I am... sorry... to say I did a perfect job on the engine, making a miniaturized version of the Endless Steam Engine in my own golem, so... yeah, he is a mite fast now, though I fully encourage you to hunt him down, as you'd get another fine piece of magical weaponry, and I'd get a rather embarrassing affair straightened out. Anyway, the man's name is Cyfus Oteldt, he's already built a good bit of a reputation as a gun-toting pirate."

"Well, I thank you for the knowledge then. I'll make sure the others make their way over, And find the guest wing."

"I'll see you in the morning, then."

I reverse directions and make my way back to the chamber containing the clay golem and scrapped small tomb, arriving shortly before Keddic returns with Lord Dregas, his entourage, and Moss. I quickly appraise myself, noting right arm to function without issue again, and my left hand fully flexible again, if still somewhat misshapen. The Anti-Golem cannon is still a mess, as is my shoulder, but the damage is slowly being fixed as I relentlessly continue to apply Magnetomancy to my own efforts to repair myself. As Lord Dregas looks about the grisly chamber that housed our battle, I speak to him.

"My friend, you showed notable skill in operating your golem there. It is a sad thing that such workmanship was so brutally destroyed, but... these things happen, and happened here, as you see. I offer you a new beginning in the Azelhaedran state, A new golem to start again as an operator, In addition to the chance to reclaim your old one. All I ask in return is your service, to use the skills you possess. You shall be paid, fed, and provided at the very least a place to sleep, But you should know that working with me can prove quite dangerous. I make this offer only once. Come tomorrow, when Gialgorra's lock-down lifts, I shall move to depart these isles, and make my way back to my labs. You have until I board the ship to make your answer, captained by Fragellus."

As I see Lord Dregas mulling over what I said, appraising the Clay golem standing in place, as I address the group at large, informing them of their rooms down the far tunnel. As they depart, I mention to Keddic I'll be leaving the golem on autopilot overnight, to consume the Wootz Steel, which he acknowledges as he departs, looking eager for another night of sleep, as humans normally are wont to do.

I turn about to face Diozagrath's remains, and set to my feast, losing track of time as I immerse myself in the act of reforging my body in this potent alloy. As I tear away at the small tomb's remains, swallowing massive chunks of metal with each bite, I focus intently, to insure the combination of metals achieves the appropriate formation within my own body, to fully preserve it's durability throughout the transition. I lose myself in my meal and reforging alike.

[DAY 87]

As light once more begins to stream into the manse of Antoledo Gialgorra, the many shutters that locked down about the place lifting, I stand, to re-appraise myself:

--My body has been fully repaired to pristine working order, and scoured of and scratches of dents, however minor, as well as forcing off any grit and grime.
--Instead of the night black tone of before, my body now ripples with intricate waves of interwoven silvery and shadowy gray, a multitude of randomly generated patterns gracing my form as a testament to my flawless conversion to Wootz Steel
--I feel the Blood Iron I have consumed so far still residing in my form, simply confined to the iron involved in the alloy. Should I continue consuming Blood Iron, I could likely turn my form into something truly wondrous.

As I pick up my previously discarded belongings, and carefully wrap the tentacles of the Sable Executioner about Diozagrath's cleaver, as I consider my next move.


What should I do? Should I go to the guest wing, or maybe the medical lab? Or should I try to seek out a specific individual? Or should I do something else?
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No. 183246 ID: e31d52

>>183236
Yay, new form. Can't wait until Arkus sees us. Hurm... Let's reveiw the schedule after we leave here.

*On the way towards the Miner, we should speak with Jez, the one with the awesome gun.

*Meet up with Dimmond, acquire revolver chamber. Study its construction with bodily awareness, see if we can't mimic it outside of our body, by forming them out of the excess metal we consume like fruit, and plucking it off.
*Return to the boat.

Everyone is encouraged to add or subtract from the list.
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No. 183267 ID: 275a5d

The womans a goddamned runemage. Pick her brain under the guise of checking on everyone before you set out, ask her what the functions of certain runes are, like the ones on Diozagrath's cleaver.

Inquire to Gialgorra on his thoughts of Jezebel, as far as being a fellow scientist/inventor is concerned.

Gather up Keddic and Moss. GOD KNOWS what kinda trouble that life-golem/whatever is getting up to in a MAD SCIENTIST'S LABORATORY.

Bid Gialgorra adieu when you do eventually leave. "If you wish anything, feel free to look me up in <INSERT LOCATION IN AZELHAEDRAN STATE WHERE WE ARE BASED>.

Oh, and good luck with the game."

Pick up Revolver Schematics on the way back.
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No. 183285 ID: c00244

Visit Mage Wendelin in the medical bay. Offer our regrets that we were unable to do more than slow her bleeding, but marvel at the accomplishments of Anastazia's doubtless highly effective scientific methods. Politely inquire as to if she could provide a brief analysis of the runes on Diozagrath's cleaver; of course, if she's not up to it in her recovering condition, we would not wish to press her.


Speak with Lucrazzia, and inquire as to if she has a first guess. Since whatever she says will be wrong, bid her luck with the puzzle and inform her that we will likely be back eventually, but if she wishes to communicate with us otherwise we will likely be in the Azelhaedran State. An inventor of her obvious intellect- particularly one with a specialization in communications- can doubtless devise a way to get us a message, or even to hold a conversation should she decide that the matter is worthy of such energy.


If we see Sofiazza, inquire as to her interest in armaments. Mention that we have a number of rather larger than usual warriors under our command, and the possibilities of her sizable weapon interest us; does she manufacture such things for sale?


When we bid Antoledo goodbye, thank him for his hospitality, and be sure to offer our complements on the truly exceptional quality of both his golem and his daughters. We only wish that we were so blessed with capable children to follow our profession. In any case, we shall likely be back at some point; perhaps then our golems will test themselves against one another.


Pick up Keddic from the guest wing, and inquire as to if he has any significant matters he would like to handle before departing. If he does, do so.


Thence to Jezebel; inform her of our departure, and inquire as to if she's come any closer to a decision regarding our job offer. After all, arrangements would need to be made.


Then on to Dimmond the Miner for our revolver bit.


Presumably this will not all be handled in one post anyway, so I'm likely getting ahead of myself.
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No. 183297 ID: 6834bc

>>183236
>>183285
It would be worth asking if Wendelin would consider tutoring Arkus. We can ask this while we visit with her, maybe wording it something like...

"Mage Wendelin, I was wondering if you might help me with something... You see, I've always been rather rubbish at runic inscription, but my apprentice Arkus - who is currently awaiting my return back in the Azelhaedran State - has taken something of a shine toward it.

Could I perchance garner your help with instructing him in this field? After all, you are a foremost authority on the subject."
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No. 183321 ID: 45be60

>>183297
don't admit to being bad at runes. after all, they are one of the more obvious things that could be involved in our remote golem control spells, and there are runes emblazoned on our forehead that are more complicated than Arkus can draw. Instead, something like "I am, as you may have noticed, nearly as excitable as Dr. Gialgorra when it comes to my little projects, but I tend to get carried away, and can never seem to focus on the particulars when it comes to mundane matters such as teaching. My apprentice is a sharp lad, but there is only so much understanding he can get simply by observation and trying to pick wisdom from my ramblings."


I forget, was the revolver schematic and prototype expected to be finished this quickly? We might have to collect it on our return trip.
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No. 183358 ID: 712a7c

Offer Antoledo Gialgorra our hand in friendship, our services as a willing ally, and our promise that if it wasn’t for a spot inspection by a State Representative we would gladly test ourselves against his wondrous golem. Ask him to please keep in contact that anyone as…crafty, heh, as him would likely come up with ingenious creations we would love to peruse or purchase. Sadly note that we would love to have Antoledo – or even one of his daughters! – join us as an inventor in our services, but he has a wonderful home and family we would be cads to break up. Bow and note we wish we could smile and hug our new friend. – Someone should write something heartfelt, sad, and hammy.

Ask, kindly, about the fourth sister. We’d not like to leave before we meet the whole family. And on that note, meet Anastazia.

We need to go visit Jez even if one of the Gialgorra’s wants to come with us, to ask her what she knows about Gavrock’s Relics. Then go to Calira and tell her that if she knows about any of Gavrock’s Relics that would be most appreciated.

Side-note: Did we become more ‘regal’ during our feasting and is it possible that we could add any articulation to our face? Also, I feel rather stupid for asking but what was our form made of before? Just wondering what changes were made from going between Damascus Steel and whatever we were beforehand.
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No. 183359 ID: 36eaa6

These are all wonderful suggestions
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No. 183366 ID: 275a5d

>>183358
We were forged of Iron before, with Sable Executioner being Black Steel, our Mask being Silver, and our Siege arm being Base Steel.

We are now entirely Wootz steel, our Sable Executioner is longer and made of Black Steel, and our Mask is still Silver.
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No. 183368 ID: bf4d72

>>183366
Ok. I was wondering why we were 'Night Black' and if we gave up magical immunity of Black Steel or not.
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No. 183371 ID: 67d5d6

we need a scabbard on our back to hold Diozagrath's cleaver . . .
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No. 183373 ID: c00244

>>183297
I'd rather not get into anything that might lead to a discussion of magical technicalities with any mages of the Mortal Coil. We have a lot of stuff to conceal, and they're one of the groups we're specifically hiding from.
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No. 183403 ID: bf4d72

>>183373
No, we're not Who we hate is the Grandmage that fucked up our country. ANd, if I remember rightly, Arkus was in the Mortal Coil at one point.

But what we -should- do is look at that Rock golem with all the runes and do our very best to memorize every last one.
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No. 183413 ID: 275a5d

>>183403
What? No he wasn't. He was specifically never even able to learn more magic than a few basic word spells because he was poor and couldn't be a "real mage like the nobles' kids."
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No. 183417 ID: 45be60

>>183403
We are not hiding from the Mortal Coil because we are mad at them, though they ARE under suspicion. We are hiding from them at large because they know a lot about magic and keep track of all the mages and the less they think about us the longer our cover holds.
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No. 183421 ID: 275a5d

Then again, assuming Wendelin gets off the Island, the Mortal Coil WILL know about us.

Specifically, the Mage Mordre who possesses the means of long range golem control.

Bringing her on as Arkus' runecrafting tutor MAY be a way to keep her from revealing such, at least for a while.

Alternatively, we could just let her go. The Mortal Coil is going to find out about our persona eventually, whatever we do. It couldn't hurt to have our first impression being that of a GLOWING review.

And then theres the third option that always seems present: that of executing her, though that carries a large enough number of risks to ourself and our cover that I'm not exactly partial to the idea.
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No. 183427 ID: c00244

>>183421
>And then theres the third option that always seems present: that of executing her, though that carries a large enough number of risks to ourself and our cover that I'm not exactly partial to the idea.
I'll admit, my first thought upon meeting her was to devour her soul and use her flesh to aid in the resurrection of a mage more likely to be reliably on our side, but upon reflection she was injured anyway so the whole endeavor seems pointless.

I suppose mage souls are always good, but... eh. If we'd wanted hers, we should have let her "unfortunately" die in the battle, then snacked on it.

I'd rather just leave her. She doesn't know much about us- no more than the Mortal Coil could likely gather from rumor in any case. The more time she spends in our company, the more likely she is to grow suspicious, to learn things we don't want her to know. Thus, we should avoid her.
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No. 183449 ID: bf4d72

>>183427
We could attempt to befriend her and turn her against the coil to have another mage in our services and a mole at our disposal... just throwing that out there.
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No. 183462 ID: 445c48

Did we eat the soul of her apprentice? If we did, I guess she wasn't good enough to count.

Yeah, see if she's available for tutoring.
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No. 183467 ID: e31d52

>>183371
Magnetism.

It's a beautiful thing.
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No. 183468 ID: bf4d72

>>183467
Magnetism! It's ain't no passing craze.
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No. 183479 ID: e31d52

>>183468
It means attraction, for the rest of your days~
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No. 183481 ID: d3dfb8

>>183467
>>183468
>>183479
I have no idea what is happening, and yet... I am inspired.
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No. 183483 ID: 445c48

>>183467
As I recall, the sword was warded against our pure fuckin' magic magnets.

so yeah a scabbard would be cool, and furthur our GolemKnight look.

Maybe make a detachable backpack, too. Magnetomance it down off your back.
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No. 183485 ID: e31d52

I metal scabbard with a padded interior so we can magnetomance it in front of us and draw it like a smooth motherfucker.
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No. 183488 ID: d1210a

>>183462
Directing my focus inwards, I reflect that the soul of Wendelin's apprentice was comparable to those of the would-be summoners I encountered slain near Trekel. ...And considering she felt inclined to World magic, I doubt I could detect any changes on these islands. I know Arkus to have mentioned the total mass of uninterrupted land immediately surrounding any given area influences the amount and potency of leylines, with the ocean dispelling that connection. With the islands cut off so, I doubt that even were I a fully capable World mage, I might not sense anything.

>>183371
Unless I can come up with a specific design of how to get a thirteen foot long, foot and a half wide single-edged weapon of exceeding sharpness safely stowed on myself, by coming up with ideas for all-metal shapings to fit about my fifteen foot frame, I fear I shall need to once more seek out someone to design schematics for me. I wonder, how could I position that sword on my body...
[If you go to the trouble of trying to draw/doodle your proposed method of holding the weapon, it will be much more likely to work, doubly so if you bother trying to draw Mordre in totality.]

>>183267
>>183285
>>183297
>>183321
>>183403
I decide to make for the medical wing first, already thinking of a way to ask Wendelin any of the many questions I have for a capable rune mage, without arousing any undue suspicion. Her thoughts could hold considerable value to me, and it would be remiss of me to shy away from it from simple trepidation at being questioned. I have maintained my cover safely so far, and sooner or later I must learn how to bluff more magically knowledgeable people, else there will be many paths unavailable to me. I reach T-intersection, and upon turning towards the medical wing find yet another massive, hollowed out chamber. I see only one of the five raised beds surrounded by medical equipment occupied. Upon it, I see Wendelin stiffly moving a re-attached arm, a few metal knobs running along the seam where the arm came off, as if it hold the once-lost limb on. Nevertheless as she spies my entrance she waves to me with her reclaimed limb, only a minor twinge flitting across her face.

"Well met again, Mage Mordre. I must admit myself thoroughly impressed with the Gialgorra family time and again, and I've barely been here for a day. And I see you have appropriated the materials of that Small Tomb. Ah, Soul Graves have always fascinated me with their ability to convert into that which they eat. It seems unusually... organic, for the golem to be tied with hunger and feeding though, and I always wondered how that was achieved. ...Ah, and I see you claimed that sword as well, a most interesting piece of work, from what little I've glimpsed of it so far."

I face Wendelin whilst raising the sword and pulling the Sable Executioner away from the runes engraved along it's length as I hold it up for the mage of the Mortal Coil.... while I let my own focus attend to her runed stone golem standing beside her, memorizing the shaping and contours of the many-fold runes engraved across it's form.

"And it is good to see you so, ah, repaired. Actually, I have to admit this sword brought me here, As my own knowledge in rune-craft is limited in it's breadth, And I'm afraid I don't recognize these. Care to offer your own opinion, Mage Wendelin?"

"Hm.... well, as I thought, those are spatial and temporal runes there and there... binding... infusing.... internalizing...hm. Well, I don't blame you for not recognizing this, it's certainly niche, even among runes. Yeah, this is old.... huh, Mosmordren Empire time-frame or thereabout, though given it's a golem weapon intend for use against other golems, that makes sense. Temporal and spatial runes hardly ever get used anymore, partly because they have very limited uses unless you have a supreme surplus of power, resources, and expertise at crafting, and because they have to be so large to even work, let alone provide room for an inscriber to get ALL those little lines the runes are coated in, but it definitely works for a golem-scale melee weapon. ...Well, since the two runes are bound together through the internalization... yeah, I'd say these runes are designed to 'lock' the blade in the exact condition it had when it was inscribed, removing it from the normal flow of time. Huh, so that cutting power was just a perpetually keen and unbluntable edge, rather than some emphasis on the concept of severing? Interesting.... ah, and it has no buffer either, so if it comes up against anything else with one of these old-fashioned golem-weapon enchantments, it will either overload the other weapon and destroy it... or if the other weapon has better runes, well... Oh, and Lortoxite is likewise a bad idea to bring this into contact with, it'd just immediately overload it and make it shatter. Still, other than Lortoxite and similar temporally-removed armaments of higher quality, this would work fine on just about anything you can cut, provided you can get enough force behind the blow."

During her lengthy rumination and explanation combined with commentary, I finish noting every single minute detail of the runes on her stone golem... at least, the one's visible from this angle. I'd have to walk around it to fully see it's runes, it's positively covered in them. I decide to start strolling about, with the intent of appearing to inspect the medical lab while I reply.

"Well, thank you for the opinion, And I'll take those cautions to heart. ...Actually, I came here to ask a favor."

"Oh? Well, I am certainly in your debt, so please, what is it you would ask of me?"

"Well, as you may have noticed... I share similarities with Gialgorra, In that I can get quite carried away with my own projects, and... ..Well, I'm afraid I scarce have time to tutor my apprentice, So I was wondering if perchance you would instruct him in rune-work? He has certainly taken a shine to the field, more-so than myself, And it would be remiss of me to not encourage his growth."

"As it happens, I actually give lectures on rune-work for students of the Mortal Coil, you know, those without magely sponsors who deem them worthy of individual apprenticeship. I'm afraid as a Mortal Coil instructor, I can't teach anyone who's not a member, and forgive me if I am mistaken, but I am fairly certain I would have heard of a Mortal Coil mage with a Soul Grave. .....Buuuut... I have, amongst my things Gramarbic there is carrying, copies of most of the material I use to teach the students..... I suppose it is such a shame, then, that I lost my bag during the attack, would you not agree? Gramarbic, give the second tote bag, the brown one, to Mordre."

As I bemusedly accept this circuitous offer, stunned at the potential usefulness of what I have obtained, I hear Wendelin continue speaking.

"Just to be clear with you, if anyone amongst the Mortal Coil finds out I gave those out, I could be in serious trouble, so de me a favor, and don't let your apprentice show them to anyone."

I complete my circuit of of the room, and finish mapping all the rune-work on Gramarbic as I offer my response, and attempt to transition into a farewell, in an attempt to flee this conversation without having to answer any... difficult... questions.

"I will honor your request, And keep these well warded, Against all eyes save my apprentice's. Well, forgive me for being so abrupt, But I have much still to do today, And a boat to catch as well. Fare well, Mage Wendelin."

Thankfully my departure seems agreeable to the mage, who reclines to rest against the bed she occupies as she starts giving commands to her golem, who starts handing her books from yet another bag along with a several tool-kits, and I manage to make my exit without any troublesome questions tearing into the validity of my cover. I walk straight across to the guest wing, to find Keddic sitting upon a mewling Moss, as Lord Dregas brushes dirt off his accoutrements and his guards sheath their swords. Upon my entrance Moss ceases whining and promptly bucks off Keddic, bounding over to coil about my legs as it dogs my steps.

"Lord Dregas here just became familiar with Moss, as it were."
>"..Yes, your... creature is most... affectionate. Truth be told, I do admit curiosity as to it's orig-"
"Now now, wasn't there something else you wanted to say to Mage Mordre?"
>"..Indeed there was. Two things in fact. The first is that I found... well, it could be nothing, but amongst the rubble, about the arena I mean, I found this chunk of granite, with a bit of garnet and diamond threading through it, and a bit of transparent crystal too, no less. I figured that, you know, since pieces broken off Silicanthos are supposed to fade away, it might recover. ...Though it grew none overnight, even when I left it on the stone floor, so-"
"Donwick Dregas, cease this prattle and say what needs to be said!"
>"...You are most uncouth... but accurate. *ahem*.... Mage Mordre, I accept your offer of service, and ......after discussing it with my guards they have chosen to ....seek mercenary employment, and go their own way. I, ah, hope you can supply bodyguards..."

As the prior guards of Lord Dregas, six in all bow to us all in turn, they depart, clearly having waited for the official release from their duties. With nothing else left to occupy me in the guest wing, I lead Keddic, Moss and Lord Dregas back to the primary intersection, and wait as Lord Dregas binds the golem to his service.

"Geodiaz, I bind you to myself in absence of masters!'

The light returns to the clay golem's eyes, as Dregas snaps out some new commands.

"Rejoin your lost arm, recover your club, then proffer me your free hand as a seat."

I watch in amusement as the clay golem simply picks up it's dis-joined arm, and sticks it back against the upper arm it came from. As the whole arm comes away, the rejoined arm stays, already showing motion in it's digits... though the reclaimed arm is some two feet shorter than the other now. After swinging the heavy club it carries back into a balanced lean against it's shoulders, it proffers it's smaller arm to Lord Dregas, who promptly climbs in, and finds a comfortable sitting position as he arranges his bags about himself.

"..So, where are we headed first?"

"I had intended to pay my respects to Gialgorra-"

"Might want to skip that for now old chap, Gialgorra already headed out to visit his eldest daughter Gwendelazia out in one of the nearby villages. Considering Sofiazza, Lacrazzia, AND Anastazia (that being the medically inclined daughter) went with him, I imagine he may be gone for quite some time, as I've noticed the more daughters he has with him, the more inclined he is to attempt to convert the venture into some sort of father-daughters bonding thing, he's really quite hopeless. Well, at least he has no issue with people leaving of their own accord in turn, so unless you feel like waiting for an unknown amount of time..."

"Your point is taken, Keddic. Then onward to the ports, We must see Dimmond the Miner, Before 'tis time for the trip home."


With only three entities capable of speech in our group, it takes little time to get moving, though it seems odd to find the house so abandoned after an attack.... only to find the massive front doors sealing shut as we pass through them, a one-way locking mechanism preventing re-entry. Well, at least Wendelin shall be safe until she feels it time to leave herself. Out group sets out, Keddic and Moss bounding along with me as I build up momentum.....

....Only to realize Lord Dregas, and the golem that carries him, Geodiaz, is significantly slower and more ponderous than the rest of us, locomoting at some 8 miles an hour, unless I miss my guess.

....At that speed, it'd take till just a few hours before dusk to even get back to the port, if we're lucky. This could be a problem for making the ride home.


What should I do?
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No. 183489 ID: ab04d4

In addition, a scabbard will conceal our magnetomancy powers. If we just use magnet power to carry everything, we lose the element of surprise.
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No. 183494 ID: e31d52

Hm. That is an issue.
"Well... I wonder if there's anything to be done for the speed of this golem? We may or may not make the boat at this rate... Keddic could you be a good man and head along to the boat ahead of us? Use these for persuasion, if you must."

Count out ten marks to him.

"My good man, before we leave I have two people to speak with. Jezebel, an inventor here, and a metalworker who is creating something for my golem."
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No. 183495 ID: e31d52

Well, shit, we may not make it HOME in time, with that. We should leave Keddic to gaurd him while we rush home as soon as we get off the boat.
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No. 183499 ID: 8c6c30

>>183488

Heck, we have another problem with the ride home. We negotiated a fee that covered the weight/passage of a soul golem + passenger. Now we want to transport two golems + two passengers....

How much money do we have? Will it be enough?
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No. 183514 ID: bf4d72

>>183494
And we need to go talk to Calira and ask about the Gavrock Relics.
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No. 183517 ID: db42d1

I don't know if we can get pristine souls from the Discussion thread, so posting this here...But what if the Gavrock Relics are actually a way to bring back the old master by either making a golem out of the parts of by taking over the soul the wearer.

Just random thought, continue on your way.
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No. 183537 ID: d1210a

>>183494
>>183495
>>183499
...This revelation of Geodiaz's relatively slow pace also makes me aware of several other issues. I only bartered for the weight of ONE golem, adding another could change things considerably. Further, Geodiaz moves so slowly that if I travel at it's pace, I fear I will not return to the Arcanoworks in time to be waiting for the approaching State inspection. For the moment I elect to follow a somewhat irregular path, and let Keddic keep Lord Donwick Dregas company as they make their way to port at Geodiaz's pace, while Moss and I go on ahead, both to insure our ride is still available once the others arrive, and to tie up loose ends, with Dimmond's revolver cannon and Jezebel's possible hiring. I address them as I leave, explaining my plan, and they seem amenable to it. Shortly thereafter, Moss and I are racing across the largely bare island, few plants visible about the cracked and sandy ground. The sun reaches it's zenith as we return to the port... and I thankfully note the familiar sails of the ship we arrived here on still in harbor. I move to speak with Dimmond first, wondering at what he has to show me. I make my way to his building once more, and knock loudly, waiting for several long moments before Dimmond appears, popping open the door with a scowl, squinting in the light. As he notes my enormous figure, he turns back inside, grabbing a rolled sheet of paper. He unfurls it as he points to several parts of the weapon.

"Right, so these're the designs I drew up, measurements to make sure the stuff can turn on it's own, and the cylinder can be discharged and reloaded with pre-prepared shells. So, I've got the cylinder mostly done, just a bit more polishing, and only a couple mechanisms to finish, should be done in an hour or two, ready to install."

..Iron? Oh-ho.... With the rest of my group currently elsewhere, I decide to capitalize on this opening: After all, I already came to the conclusion I might need additional funds to get the rest of my prize back. ....And truly, to have shown me the whole of the schematics like that... I know what measurements are required, what parts where... I could craft it myself, if I took the time. If I had lips, they would be in danger of grinning as I utter the following.

"I'm sorry, did you say iron? Oh, that just will not do, As you can see for yourself, My golem is of steel, and so is my existing cannon."

Dimmond's head jerks up as he begins to scowl... but with his eyes now more accustomed to the glare, he seems to finally note my new appearance.

"...I could have sworn..."

"Hm, did you say something? I'm sorry, the audio feed through this, Well it's frankly atrocious. Do speak up!"

"...Ah.... well, it'll take me at least two more days, closer to four most like, to recast it in steel. ...'M sorry about the mix-up, I'm usually quite attentive to this."

"I'm afraid that just will not do. I have a boat to catch today, So if it is not ready, well.... I'm afraid I shan't need something 'Twas wrought in the wrong metal."

"....Well, I can't blame you, I messed up yer order. ....I really am sorry, that's the first time in twelve years I've made a mistake like that."

"Well, I'll not hold it against you. But you understand I shall not pay.."

"I messed up your potential goods, which I am retaining possession of, of course ye don't pay me. ....I hope this won't prevent you from comin' back in the future, I'd like the chance to prove this a fluke."

"I intend to return to this island at some point, Perhaps I could seek you out at that point, Should I still need metalwork. Well, good day sir."

I bow myself away, laughing inside as I see Dimmond scratch his head in confusion as he ducks back into his shop. Well, I would say that went rather well for me.

I next make my way to Jezebel's workshop, and find the front door cast open, hanging at an angle from it's hinges. I see several of her projects visible randomly scattered about the ground as I make my way down the steps. I see no one within.


What should I say or do?
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No. 183550 ID: e31d52

>>183537
Check with magnetomancy.

Fuck, I'll be pissed if someone hurt her.
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No. 183551 ID: 903f16

>>183537
Walk inside and investigate further. As always use our magnetomancy to scan the area for any living creatures still within the workshop. Then look for signs of a struggle or attack. Finally call out to see if anyone responds.
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No. 183554 ID: 445c48

He didn't say it was iron there or was it noted on the schematic yeah probably nevermind
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No. 183558 ID: db42d1

>>183537
Mordre, that was a very dick move. I'm not too sure I approve. It's...accurate, but still kinda dickish.

Anyway, an exasperated sigh, Magnetomancy to look for anything. And if there's no one in, loot the place? I dunno, I didn't really like the lass. If other souls want, there was that matter with Diomand, so that might be where she is - but that might just take too long, even with us being bitching basass knights.

And, again, to Calira to ask about the Gavrock Relics.
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No. 183568 ID: d1210a

>>183558
I need to doom the immortal souls of other sapient existences to the most agonizing and deplorable end possible, having their memories and very existence used as fuel to sustain me. In light of that, I view my treatment of Dimmond to be a minor thing.

>>183550
>>183551
>>183558
I reach out with magnetomancy, questing for answers inside the shop... to find myself overwhelmed by the sheer amount of metal present, the act of trying to pinpoint Blood iron in all this overwhelming. I take a cautious step inside, as I call out to Jezebel, hoping for a response.

"Miss Jezebe-"

I hear a clang and clatter of motion to my right, turning to find Jezebel springing from behind a workbench with her lightning gun proffered, pulling the trigger with a look of rage, a bolt of lightning jumping to my form. Again I find myself, for the brief moment the bolt connects to me, to feel... restricted, and feel as if I could not move properly. Now that I am assessing myself, I note that the electricity seems to not present an issue to my corporeal form overmuch, but, as it is conducted through my body, it feels as if it is somehow influencing my actual spell matrices, that which gives me life... and this thought is not a pleasant one to consider. If this is true, and I had ended up fighting Gialgorra's steam golem, I could have ended up locked in place the moment I touched it.

Once more a gun clatters from Jezebels hands as the once more looks appalled with herself as she recognizes me. Deciding to play up the parallel to earlier events even further, I raise my hand, still clutching a plethora of supplies, and brush at the small scorch mark now spotting my chest.

"Really, Miss Jezebel, I would appreciate not being shot, Or at least not so often, eh?"

For a moment I see her preparing to apologize, but she furrows her brow as she elects to eject the smoking cartridge from her gun, and load in a new one.... to return to aiming it at me.

"Don't get smart with me, this is all your fault!"

"What is it you claim to be my fault?"

"Just look at this mess! Diomand's men came, said they saw someone with a Soul Grave stop by, and that I had to be lying about not having much business. So thanks to your little visit, I my shop gets torn up, and they stole several of my works! Well, what do you have to say for yourself!?"


What should I say or do?
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No. 183576 ID: 36eaa6

>>183550
This...very much so. Be prepared to let lose your nice new sword on a mother%*&)&@
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No. 183582 ID: c00244

>>183568
"It sounds to me as though you had a disagreement with this Diomand, and I was completely uninvolved. I have trouble believing that anyone intelligent enough to create your rather impressive inventions could possibly be so foolish as to blame one man because another decided to rob her."
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No. 183584 ID: 58ec1e

>>183568

i dont see how haveing ruffians wanting to ruin your shop is my fault. from what you said and your welcome last time i was here, it would seem this is a preexisting problem of your own.
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No. 183585 ID: e31d52

>>183568
"I daresay it is time to show this fellow a lesson or two. If you like, I can have a..." Flex the sable "Talk, with him. ...At any rate, I would like to ask about my offer to you?"
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No. 183586 ID: 2aaaf1

>>183568
"Just who is this Diomand, and why does he trouble you so? There is no shortage of inventors and tinkerers on this island, why does Diomand target your wares specifically? You've no shortage of weapons to fight back with, why don't you teach this pest a lesson? I'll even HELP you do it, provided I can get back in time for my departure."
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No. 183588 ID: 1ac39d

"as you can see i have recently upgraded my golem with a much more powerful material. what ever Diomand may lay against me would be for naught. i will defeat him and his forces but unfortunately you would need to retrieve your materials afterward alone as i am pressed for time already. and i will be back to hire you when i return with more men to carry your stuff."
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No. 183590 ID: db42d1

>>183568
Yeah, yeah, you're right. We should make it up to Dimmond next time, though. Maybe over pay, by just a little - if we have enough money, you know? Eh, it just feels overly cruel to cheat a man. We devour souls of warriors of those who fought bravely and died bravely...But never mind, just some internal debate. Focus on gaining power, right? We are a leader of men, and a slaughter of armies now. Best not to worry to much about this.

>>183582
Second. Also: "And thanks to your outburst, I'm rather less likely to go after this...Dimmond? Diomand?"
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No. 183592 ID: c00244

Guys, why are we offering to go whomp on this woman's enemies when she probably got herself stupidly far into debt with a loan shark or mafia type? The only case in which we should be killing people for her is if she basically agrees to be our servant for life in exchange. If whatever seizures of goods were conducted here weren't at least somewhat legitimate, Jezebel would have already run to get the guard.
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No. 183598 ID: 58ec1e

>>183592

if she is in debt mabey we can buy the debt?
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No. 183602 ID: c00244

>>183598
We are not without monetary limitations of our own. Besides, what would our objective be in that? Forcing her into servitude by becoming her creditor?
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No. 183603 ID: 36eaa6

"I say, Why don't we go and get them back?"
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No. 183606 ID: db42d1

>>183592
Also agreed. We don't have time to be here little army toy and it's more then likely she did this herself. I mean, really, she has a lightening gun and a spear - if she doesn't have more weaponry, she's useless, and if she does, we shouldn't be having this conversation. I smell scam.

Also, a side note: Before we leave, see if there's a letter service on the island so we can stay in correspondence with Antoledo Gialgorra.
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No. 183609 ID: d1210a

>>183585
[Sable Executioner is still gripping Diozagrath's Cleaver, it is unavailable for menacing flexing.]


>>183586
""Just who is this Diomand, and why does he trouble you so? There is no shortage of inventors and tinkerers on this island, Why does Diomand target your wares specifically?"

"He doesn't target them specifically he targets me because I am the only freelance inventor that DOESN'T pay him for his stupid 'protection'! I'd only been able to push them off for so long because business had been bad, and I told them I couldn't afford it, but you showed up, and nothing I could say would make them think I didn't suddenly have wealth pouring out my ears! So. you tell me why Diomand would be targeting me!"

>>183592
"And why have you not gone to the guard about this?"

"BECAUSE DIOMAND IS THE CAPTAIN OF THE GUARDS, YOU DOLT! What am I supposed to do, ask him to arrest HIMSELF!? That's why he gets away with it, he uses the guards preferentially to insure his criminal accomplices have free reign... AGH, I HATE THIS PLACE![/i"

>>183603
"I see. Why don't we go and get them back then?"

"W..what?"

"You said some of your goods were stolen, Then let us go to claim them."

"..You.... you must be [i]joking!
You have no idea how much fallout would come of that! Corrupt he may be, but Diomand still has plenty of friends all over this island. Why would I risk bringing all that down on my head for a few old projects? I still have my life and my tools, I can...."

Jezebel casts a glance about the disheveled shop, concern painting her face as she trails off.


What should I say or do?
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No. 183612 ID: db42d1

>>183602
Well, we could make money by selling her into slavery, there's always that. And selling her ideas and whatever she has left that we don't want could stop our monetary issues...Oh! You meant why should we help her? We shouldn't.
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No. 183613 ID: e31d52

>>183609
"Let me make you an offer. I can resolve your situation, after all, few would argue with..." gesture at your form, "This. However, I must know the full detail of your grievance with him and his with you. Furthermore... Both to protect you and as payment, you must come and work for me."
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No. 183615 ID: 1ac39d

oh, it's the captain of the guards, who's base is IN TOWN. meaning we lose no time going after him. tell her to grab schematics and anything that is irreplaceable, we'll torch the rest she will come with us. we destroy the dude, get anything she NEEDS from the stuff, destroy the rest, then before news spreads we hop on the boat and set sail.
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No. 183619 ID: e31d52

>>183613
Actually, let's go get Keddic and tell him about this. And our new golem operator.

This gaurd captian thinks he's hot shit? Show him how great MORDRE is.
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No. 183620 ID: c00244

>>183609
"Let me summarize. You have made an enemy whose wrath you were able to evade only by maintaining a state of destitution, and yet you have ten tons of equipment to your name. You express anger at me that I offered you work elsewhere, yet maintain the utmost hatred for this place and those who dwell in it. You are displeased that your goods were stolen, yet when I offer to aid you in retrieving them you refuse.

What exactly are you doing here, Jezebel?"

Someone help me spin this into why she should leave everything behind and come work for us, please.
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No. 183623 ID: 445c48

Mention that, if she were to come with you, it is unlikely that any harm would befall her. After all, The State is quite a ways away...

You might also want to talk to Diomand and explain the situation, that is you simply stopped by the see if she were wished to come with you to your magely tower and work together, but she turned you down, not because she has business but because she would prefer not to move or somesuch and you didn't wish her any harm, if you would please return her stuff, here have cannon shell as a keepsake for meeting the great Mordre blahblahblah Wait no. That won't work.

Oh well. I'm sure he can be reasoned with. crushed into a bloody smear.
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No. 183624 ID: 58ec1e

>>183609

any fallout would be here, the place you hate.

if you were to leave and take up employment elsewhare there wouldnt be much of a problem would there?
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No. 183626 ID: e31d52

>>183620
Oh, fuck, you're right.

I smell a repeat of the Yeti incident.
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No. 183627 ID: 2aaaf1

>>183609
"Either way, I now have a vested intrest in seeing Diomand dead. It is my very intention to continue the trade of goods and services with the inventors of this island, my plans are severely hindered if this Diomand fellow is every bit as corrupt as you make him out to be. I've given you a choice to come with me and escape this unsavory lifestyle, it is up to you to make the decision of joining me."
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No. 183633 ID: db42d1

>>183626
Again, I smell scam. And, seeing what happened with the Yeti Incident...We should go talk to Diomand while dragging along the young girl by the back of her neck. Heck, we might get her equipment for free!

yes, yes...this seems like a good idea. Bring her to Diomand, and try to get her stuff for ourselves by using her as collateral.
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No. 183635 ID: c00244

>>183633
Could work. I'm not particularly interested in fighting Diomand, at any rate. Seems unlikely to net us a loyal tinker employee, but I suppose there are worse things to not get.
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No. 183636 ID: 1ac39d

don't literally drag her. make her grab her stuff and meet the guy with you.
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No. 183660 ID: db42d1

>>183636
Why not? She'll most likely fight this so just picking her up and carrying her would be smart.
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No. 183667 ID: e31d52

You guys, didn't it occur to you that she's a native here? She might hate what it's become, but likes the place from her growing up.
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No. 183680 ID: 1ac39d

seriously, mordre may be callous but is not an ass. dragging people around for no damn reason is a bad idea.
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No. 183692 ID: c6ee35

>>183680
Agreed. A somewhat more diplomatic approach is called for, especially considering this gal's, ah, volatile personality.
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No. 183698 ID: e31d52

>>183619
>>183613
Restating my vote.
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No. 183706 ID: db42d1

Mordre, is there anyway to verify her story of 'a few men' came in and trashed the place? How was the door forced off it's hinges, how are items thrown about. This could be staged by Jezebel. Collaborate her story in some manner.

I'm still in favor of frog marching her to Diomand and getting this thing sorted out. Also, how is it 'cruel' to pick up someone that has shot us twice and said they're an amazing weapon smith - *coughbullshitcough* - that has consistently been damaging us.
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No. 183722 ID: 36eaa6

"Well, what is it that you want?"
"No, no, no excuses. State simply, what it is that you desire of this situation"
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No. 183725 ID: a594b9

Let us endeavor not to be a prick about it. However, we should definitely attempt to figure out if we're getting hoodwinked here.
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No. 183748 ID: 9173ff

>>183706
I agree with this post firmly.
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No. 183780 ID: 9793ac

>>183706
How the hell is it bullshit?

Seriously, I'm curious. I'm genuinely curious how the devices we've seen AREN'T relatively impressive examples of infantry-scale weapons-tech?
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No. 183781 ID: 9793ac

And seriously, seeing plots behind every random happening is the way down the path of paranoia.

Corroberate her evidence as best you can, but if this Diomand is as corrupt as she claims, dragging her before him will seriously threaten her life.
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No. 183785 ID: db42d1

>>183780
What we have seen is a over powered stun gun and a spear that shoots pressurized gasses or liquids. Interesting, yes, but I wouldn't say impressive on an island that the people who we have seen have built a Steam Golem, a belt-fed 40 millimeter repeat fire gun with a drum canister, and two days to build a golem-sized revolver that magically will generate it's own shells.

Yeah, comparatively, small time. Also, we have only seen the stun gun in use. Heck, she may have just had a bulky spear and said 'Oh yeah, it shoots out air when you stab things'. And how she freaked out about how fragile it was, it doesn't seem that infantry-scale. Prototype level, maybe.
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No. 183786 ID: e31d52

>>183785
Yes, and our current authority on magic didn't even know any spells when he woke us up.

>>183781
That's why we get Keddic and the clay golem there with us. That's how you deal with mob bosses.

Overwhelmingly.
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No. 183788 ID: db42d1

The reason we see plots behind everything is there are. We helped the Yeti, we get back stabbed. The Mage that was attacking the city we were getting armor from is working with the person that is releasing World Nightmares into the countryside that is working with the army that has been attacking the state that is working with DUUULUUU!!

When shit isn't plans within plans, then I'll be fucking surprised.
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No. 183805 ID: db42d1

If I remember rightly, he was a down right awesome rune mage - as he made our eyes to begin with and all.

And the fact that you're comparing a lonely recent graduate of the Coil to a girl that supposedly has ten tons of equipment, likens herself to the next Gavrock and is suppose to 'know what' she's doing'...yeah.

Anyway, >>183620 is right, this reeks of a setup. The simple fact that we're done ten marks, twenty-five if we hadn't...you know...been a terrifyingly big golem, and now her home being conveniently vandalized?
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No. 183806 ID: 427807

I think you people are looking way too much into this situation. Jezebel is just one of those hot-headed store owners, fiercely devoted to her stock, and her financial situation. I highly doubt she is trying any skullduggery here... and anyways before we go breaking the poor girl's neck for giving us a little life lesson (the shock), we should at least talk to diomand beforehand. Knowing both sides of this situation is best, as it was with the yeti situation
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No. 183814 ID: d1210a

>>183619
[They would take till nearly nightfall to arrive, and it is currently noon.]

>>183786
[Inaccurate. The spear can prove lethal with filled canisters on organic life up to Oggroth's size in a single successful strike, barring magical enhancement, thanks the the physical properties of the rapidly expanding gases (you can make real world mixtures for this if you want, anything you can pressurize and would have interesting reactions when decompressed and mixed with something else). It's killing capacity is individually far in excess of what Sofiazza had. This is somewhat OOC knowledge, but I felt it necessary to clarify. And Dimmond had not yet finished your proposed order, nor was it going to have magical properties of it's own, it was to be purely mechanical.]

>>183805
[Arkus had the most experience in rune-work at the point you encountered him, when he knew almost nothing about magic. A case of 'biggest fish in a small pond. Currently, he is more adept in World magic, thanks to the Premen shaman, and the books he has gained access to, than rune-work, though that could change as time passes.]

>>183624
"Any fallout from such an act would be here, A place you just claimed to hate. Were you to-"

"Still on about that?"

"Of course, I did after all say I meant to hire you, And I most certainly meant it."

For once, Jezebel has no retort to my words, a curious look crossing her face as I appraise the scene.

>>183706
Several things would denote her story as being accurate, or exceptionally well staged. For one, the hings of the doors were warped inward, as would be consistent with forced entry from outside. Further, I note no less than two leaking hoses and several other pieces of equipment that are partly broken, if Jezebel did this herself it would seem odd to have damaged so many potentially valuable instruments and devices.

>>183722
"Miss Jezebel, I am sorry for your loss, But what is it that you want? I do wish to help."

"...I don't rightly know what to make of you."

I feel I am getting close to why Jezebel has been so confrontational with me, if only I could put together the pieces...

>>183636
>>183667
>>183692
>>183806
I make my decision: I shall help her. But the question is:

--Do I help her now, with only myself and Moss to assist her, or

--Do I wait for Keddic and Donwick to arrive sometime from now for extra force?

There is still the matter of making sure my ship does not leave... and indeed, insuring there is even room for another golem... and several tons of equipment, should I manage to recruit Jezebel.


What should I do? Should I help her now, or should I hold it off until whenever Keddic and Donwick arrive? Or should I do something else, such as ask more questions?
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No. 183817 ID: db42d1

I'm not suggesting necksnapping, just that it would be easier to get a straight answer outta both if we marched Jezebel over to Diomand and got the whole story from both of them. We don't really have time for a back-and-forth-defeat-attacking-army-attack-army like we did with the Yeti's and the Premen.
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No. 183819 ID: e31d52

>>183814
>Further, I note no less than two leaking hoses and several other pieces of equipment that are partly broken, if Jezebel did this herself it would seem odd to have damaged so many potentially valuable instruments and devices.

Repair what you can with magnetomancy!
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No. 183820 ID: 1ac39d

have her grab anything irreplaceable while we wait for the rest. then go to the guard captain's place and loudly demand answers with your huge force. two golems should scare the piss out of them and hopefully a grunt rats him out.
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No. 183826 ID: a594b9

>>183814
I don't think we ever really discussed how much we were going to PAY her. It is also possible that she does not trust mages in general.

How long would it take for backup to arrive? Can we quickly dash over to the dock to make sure our ship doesn't abandon us?

Also... uh... how are we going to transport all of Jezebel's stuff, if we do retrieve it?
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No. 183827 ID: 427807

We should go talk to the captain of the guard now, and get this situation cleared up before moving on. Missing a boat back to the mainland would not be detrimental to our situation, we could always find another boat. Also waiting for the other two to arrive seems like idle time that could be used more effectively.
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No. 183828 ID: 427807

>>183826
if by 'backup' you mean dregas and keddic, did you read the very first line of the post? nightfall!
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No. 183829 ID: e31d52

>>183828
Possibly just Keddic then.
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No. 183830 ID: db42d1

>>183814
I'm quite sure meant my post, >>183785, and I'm sorry about the arguing in the quest. I did think the spear was just a prototype with the way she was babying it and saying it wasn't quite ready and with no live-fire demonstration I thought it was as fragile as she let on. Again, forgive me. I will stop arguing so angrily against Jezebel.

As for suggestions: The reason we ran ahead was to make sure we have a boat. Bring up the new golem, one new passenger, the possibilities of ten tons and a second new passenger. Make sure we do this first.

Second, either go talk to Diomand by ourselves or escort Jezebel to Diomand while making it perfectly clear that we're here to talking and any hostilities will be ended by us. I wanna get to the bottom of this mystery because I sure as heck don't trust someone that keeps insulting us and, like >>183620 said, is very suspicious in her actions.

I actually think this might be a scam used to fleece foreign powers and they're now using us to attack the police. And, personally, if Diomand has a lot of friends on this island, I would rather be his friend then his enemy. And...we don't really know what this protection money is all about. Because, in all honesty, mad-scientists kinda need insurance money because of the whole 'Blowing up the lab' thingy.
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No. 183834 ID: e31d52

Pop quiz, everyone.

How do you kill someone in heavy armor without harming the armor itself?

With electricity.
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No. 183835 ID: db42d1

>>183827
Erm...missing the boat back would be very bad, as we need to be there...or at least should be there for the State Inspection. Also, a commander leaving his troops alone with the likelyhood of being attacked by an overwhelming force likely is a bad idea.

>>183826
Also, this is true. Maybe we should just find out if she's a crook or not and then just leave with the implication we'll be back for her. Because I really don't see how we can avoid her, our new passage home, or if we can even let her use the Arcanoworks. The other Golem controller isn't really shackled to a lab and we hired him for his abilities and for his Lordly connections - although I can't quire recalled what we paid for him. It sounded like 'us being his body guards'... Anyway, take care of the mystery first, then - if she's not a crook, a scam artist, using us, or several other problems, we tell her we'll be back.
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No. 183836 ID: db42d1

>>183834
Is this about the Shell of Gavrock? Because I don't know of any armor we don't need to damage other then that one.

Speaking of, ask her about the Relics of Gavrock.
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No. 183837 ID: e31d52

>>183836
Mostly. But if she has an electric theme she's probably very good against armored foes in general.
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No. 183839 ID: 44939e

>>183814

If we do decide to take her with us, we must let her know beforehand of the possible loss of the arcanoworks and the possible inability to provide her space...
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No. 183840 ID: db42d1

Actually, she has more a 'Water' theme, or was at least annoyed that people looked down on her idea of a pressurized water-gun and her spear was an attempt to make a water-weapon system. I think the stun-gun is mostly a 'water+electricity=dead' dealie. I'd still like to know more about that toy other then being shot with it all the time.
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No. 183841 ID: e31d52

Yes. We need a huge fucking wagon, too.

Damnit woman you are a problem and a half but I want a tinkerer so bad
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No. 183842 ID: db42d1

You do know we could just wait, right? If we stay good friends of the family, it wouldn't be that hard to get a war, life, or comm tinker to come on over and hang out for a bit.
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No. 183877 ID: 275a5d

In all fairness, we need to ask ourselves: Where does Diomand Operate from?

If it's from the port city we need to travel to anyways, we'll lose no time in confronting him AND securing our passage.
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No. 183953 ID: 88a091

>>183834
Wrong. The metal will act as a Faraday cage.
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No. 183954 ID: 1ac39d

>>183834
the correct answer is the spectral gorging anima!
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No. 183974 ID: ab04d4

>>183834
Heat. Lots of heat. Or any major thermal change really.
Drop something blunt and heavy on him.
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No. 183976 ID: db42d1

>>183954
TOP SCORE!

>>183974
Or as we call it: Inferno Golem.
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No. 184022 ID: 36eaa6

Dang, you guys beat me to it, I just thought of this yesterday as a way to deal with the Pirate guy......
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No. 184059 ID: d1210a

>>183819
While my Magnetomancy is only able to move and somewhat bend metal beyond my own form (where my ability to restructure my own form given time and focus conjoins with the magnetomancy to allow me much more freedom). Still, I manage to force a few rents closer to re-sealing, and a few less things leak in the room. ...I imagine a competent tinker could repair this, but Jezebel seems rather distracted from tending to her own shop at the moment.

>>183826
...I recollect that there has been no mention by either party of how much I would pay her. While this relative disinterest in the monetary specifics of my proposal is not in and of itself strange (many craftspeople work to improve their skills and do what they love), it does bother me, feeling as if it is related to her professed dislike of this place, her virulent temper when I discuss leaving, and her oddly unprepared response when I continue to stand by what I have previously said. Curious.

>>183829
[Keddic is likewise traveling alongside Donwick Dregas, and will arrive in port at the same time. Other than Moss (who is already present, and currently comparable in size to a bulky great cat), none of your other allies could be present before nightfall.]

>>183830
[Correct, no monetary amount was suggested for Lord Donwick Dregas either, because none have been quoted to me, just a desire to hire people. As such, Mordre has been confidently acquiring new workers, without having yet payed any attention to what they might need to be payed. And as Mordre has a habit of staying involved in action and jumping about conversation topics, those you have spoken to about hiring have not yet thought about asking for pay, even though you have a;ready 'hired' Dregas. Might want to think about that at some point (Collective advise to posters, neglecting details in plans can come to bite you in the ass)]

>>183817
>>183820
>>183827
>>183877
"Well, time is being wasted, a rather deplorable way to use it, So perhaps you could tell me where Diomand usually is, As I'd rather sort this mess out now."

"How many times must I tell you that-"

"You have already informed me of the ramifications, And I extrapolated the rest of the fallout from there. But consider this, miss Jezebel: What can prevent a Soul Grave from reclaiming your goods? And what danger is fallout, if you leave this place to work for me? You'd get to reclaim your goods, leave this place, and be free of Diomand. So tell me, what flaw do you see in this particular plan?"

I see Jezebel beginning to fume, rebuilding her viperish tongue's steam, and decide to rapidly change tact, returning the the topics that seemed to unbalance her before.

"Well, I intend to go see this Diomand one way or another. It is your choice if you come with me, to settle accounts. So, what will you do?"

I manage to unbalance her just in time, and once more her anger melts away to confusion... and something else, something faint being hinted at in her brief moments with her guard down. But shortly enough I see her pinching her lips together as she scurries off into the depths of her workshop, rummaging through the mess as she mutters to herself. Finally I hear her grunt, and she pulls herself free from the pile, now clutching a weapon larger than the hand-cannons back at the Arcanoworks, clearly straining her arms as she hefts it. The device is more than passing strange, A central barrel poking forth with a strange hatch and handle near it's base, with two arrays mounted above this massive barrel. One array houses a canister similar to the compressed ones on the spearhead I saw during my last visit, while the other sports two red charge packs, likely already housing a potent charge of electricity, with wires traveling about the whole of the thing. I note several charge packs now tucked into pockets about her person, and the lightning gun she has shot me with twice so far now tucked into a sash. . ...I also note several shells with wires wrapped around them that register most intensely to my Magnetomantic senses, even in this metal-filled room.

"...I still think this is a stupid idea. But you're right, I can't let this stand, no matter what path I take. ...I guess I get to try out the T.A.S.T.E. o' Doom."

"I find myself more than passing intrigued, By this new device I spy. Pray-tell, what is it's function?"

"This is the Tristage Antiarmor Single Target Eliminator, or as I call it, the TASTE o' Doom. Still need to streamline the design, as this prototype is way too bulky and has some other issues, but... well, it's a bolt action rifle, using electromagnets as projectiles. One of these two charge packs goes towards initially charging the electromagnet shell, and firing it with magnetic repulsion, combined with conventional black powder explosives. Once the shell is fired and given it's initial charge, it will curve nominally in flight paths towards masses of metal, so as long as you aim at a sufficiently armored target, you don't have to be that precise. This bit right here, with the canister, will forcibly eject a very brief stream of water at high pressure, cutting unarmored skin, but more importantly tagging whatever the electromagnet shell hits with water. Then, the third of these protrusions is employed, the second energy cell being used to discharge a bolt of lightning, targeted to the fired electromagnet shell and whatever it may have impacted. This second charge turns the electromagnetic into a magnetic equivalent of a sinkhole, violently attracting any metal near to it, with sufficient force to warp armor or wrench free bolts and rivets. It also vaporizes the water, surrounding whatever was shot in a scalding cloud of steam. So far as I can tell, it can't NOT be lethal. ...Granted, it's still too big, bulky, and takes way too long to reload, with each individual shell, canister and pair of charge packs needing to be loaded one at a time..."

>>183836
"A most amusing naming convention. We spoke earlier of Gavrock, And I have gained an interest in his works; Tell me, what do you know of the mage-inventor?"

"Well, I know that before Gialgorra even showed up on this island, Gavrock and his inventions are what attracted attention to this place to begin with, though you'd hardly know that if you asked most people here now, who moved here after Gavrock died. I'd heard something about the Shell of Gavrock being found and refurbished, not too sure on that, and I heard the Gaze Of Gavrock is actually on one of the nearby islands, some sort of multi-lens goggle-sporting helmet, not too sure what it does, or where specifically it is, but I've heard enough people comment it is somewhere on one of the nearby islands that I feel confident it is so."

Jezebel temporarily props the gun against a table as she blows an errant tuft of crimson hair out of her face, giving me an unreadable look. She takes a page out of my own book as she jumps conversation topic.

"...Why do you want to help me so much? Even I can't deny I've been nothing but rude to you, so why are you still here?"

"I said I found your wares intriguing, And that I intended to hire you, What employer would not watch over those that might serve them?"

To this, Jezebel has nothing to say, one more looking at me as if seeing some sort of freak as she mulls over what I said. After a few moments, she simply heaves the heavy gun back off the table as she fixes me with determined scowl.

"Well, do you intend to carry all that rubbish about with you while we go pay a visit to Diomand?"

I make no comment as I store my belongings (barring Diozagrath's cleaver) behind one of the many machines occupying this room, and turn back to see-

-to see Jezebel already marching out into the street, carrying the TASTE o' Doom with a definite sense of purpose. I follow along on her trek, Moss trailing several feet behind me, as Jezebel leads us through the hectic warren of interconnected streets and buildings that makes up this port, and stopping before a large warehouse, several unsavory types loitering outside.

"Diomand is probably still attending to the 'legal' side of his affairs, so he shouldn't be here.... ah, here being where all his less reputable followers dwell, and where I presume his men returned after rampaging throughout my shop. ...Well, you're the one that talked me into this, so what suggestions do you have?"

I glance out of the alleyway we still occupy, and note the locations of all seven visible guards about the largely featureless building. There is a large entrance, likely designed for freight, with heavy metal doors barring entrance, with a smaller door on the side being used when people enter or exit the building. Because of the angle, I can't see inside the building whenever the door opens.


What should I do?
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No. 184063 ID: 36eaa6

This is one dangerous woman, ensure that that gun is not pointed at you... ever.

Seeing as your not one built for stealth >.>, I suggest the forward approach. Walk up to the freight doors while focusing magnetomancy on unscrewing bolts, hinges, whatever is keeping it up and working, then walk up and punch it down (Time for the siege fist to get some real use dammit)
"Hello, I believe you have some things that belong to a friend of mine, If you would be so kind as to return them I can be on my way"
....
......
.........
"Quite a pity, well I hope you don't mind if I help myself" SABLE EXECUTIONER! After you take down the first few guys, turn them into soul soldiers and ask Jez exactly what what they took "Find it"(to soul soldiers).

P.S Also make prodigious use of your new blade, get comfortable with it.
P.P.S Keep a watch out for any surprise attacks, they might have artillery that they would use to take care of pirates and such. On that note, watch out for electric weapons.
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No. 184064 ID: ec23a6

>>184059

Goddammit, voting we acquire no more hired followers until we actually have a steady source of income.
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No. 184065 ID: db42d1

>>184059
>It will curve nominally in flight paths towards masses of metal
Hahaha. No. Jezebel puts back the weapon that would target us and gets something useful. And if she can't, then just put the weapon down.

Have Moss stand guard in an empty, ransacked, house that we left our valuables in - even if this isn't a frame up, a scam, a backstab, or every problem this screams out to be, leaving our stuff unattended in the bad side of town, in a ransacked building is just begging for them to be taken.

Also, wield Diozagrath's Cleaver in the Steel Fist, not the Sable Executioner. Yes, the Immortal Genocide is set in the fist as is our Soul Nexus, but in all honesty I'd rather use the weapon properly then having it clumsy up our Sable Executioner.

As for what to do, walk in and ask these gentlemen what they're doing and how they know Jezebel and have her equipment. If hostilities begin, Remember your 'training/punishment'. Just start slapping heads and tying them up with metal and intimidating them. No killing until we find out what's going on.

Also, Jezebel, We wanted to find Diomand, not his flunkies. And what do you mean 'legal side of things?' Also question Jezebel with all these looks she's giving us. We're an old man and moved past such romantic flings. Illia, stop giggling.

And one last note: When we talk to Lord Donwick Dregas, ask him if he would accept the golem we let him bind to himself and repairing Silicanthos, as well as acting as protectors as our status as his employer entails, count as payment for now or does he want more?
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No. 184066 ID: db42d1

>>184064
Suggestions for steady source of income? It is possible that we could be hired by the State, but that's not a definite yet. I don't know if doing what Family Gialgorra does would work or not. The whole 'Fight my golem! Win a Prize!' seems...interesting, but we don't have the money for a first prize and I don't want us to get killed or give away too much...
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No. 184067 ID: 58ec1e

>>184059

grab one of the guards, ask him about the building. make sure he is under the impresion that he will be crushed into a fine pulp if he is less than honest.

questions:
who he works for?
who owns this building?
is anyone expected to arrive soon?
would he like to return the young ladys creatons?
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No. 184070 ID: 58ec1e

>>184064

that depends on if they desire pay in coin. but you have a very good point. no more people to pay until we have a steady source of income to pay them with.

also, back on the premen mountains we helped our tribe get that ruby/copper mine back. when can we expect to get another batch of rubies?
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No. 184071 ID: 275a5d

>>184059
Magnetomantic senses. Scope out the interior layout as best as you can.

Interestingly enough, we've probably been noticed. We're not exactly inconspicuous. If any of the warehouse guards questions us, utter the following:

"I'm given to understand that a few of my associates belongings have been stolen. Now, as we were in the midst of discussing a matter of hiring, I'm afraid I must regard any theft from her at this juncture...as theft from ME.

And that simply will not do. I must kindly request that you return them. Now."
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No. 184072 ID: d3dfb8

>>184070
Next time we head up there, or send someone up. We should probably see what kind of resources we've got and send a caravan up.
Speaking of resources, I think we could have Jezebel draw up some basic revolver schematics scaled to premen size and have Arkus rune them similar to the Twins of Gavrock Kyogrock Arcanoworks could start trading with Mordreden.
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No. 184073 ID: 275a5d

>>184072
What we should actually do is work out a form of trade between Mordreden and the Arcanoworks so as not to bleed either dry.

The Premen use the rubies to enhance magics. So why not establish an exchange, a supply of rubies in exchange for shipments of our weapon developments?

Admittedly, this means we need to get back to researching the construction methods of the guns we had. And we need to give Arkus less to do.
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No. 184075 ID: d3dfb8

>>184073
Yes that's what I meant. The hand-cannons the Arcanoworks currently produces are too small for the premen. I don't see why we couldn't also produce runed premen sized revolvers to trade for rubies with.
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No. 184077 ID: 275a5d

It should just be a matter of upscaling slightly once we've divined how they are made. The point is our 1300 mark "fortune" isn't going to last terribly long unless we develop a method of income.

And thats the only real one we have.
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No. 184079 ID: db42d1

>>184072
Well, when did just send some runners up, we should have through of this. I just asked for mages and makers so the sciences and magics could increase.
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No. 184085 ID: d1210a

>>184063
>>184065
"If you could do me the favor of not pointing that... TASTE O' Doom implement my way when you fire it? I fear my metallic form would prove rather attractive, To an electromagnetic projectile."

"I'm brusque, not daft. Besides, even with the amount of metal you have, the shot couldn't go THAT far off, it can home perhaps a foot or two in any direction for every thirty feet traveled, enough to help someone with poor aim, not enough that I'd hit you unless I was shooting right at you. Mostly, it's just so it's harder to miss any armored target you aim it at, if the attraction was so strong the bullet could veer off that easy, I could hardly call it a working prototype now could I?"

"Excellent."

>>184071
I cast out my Magnetomantic senses, noting that six more people are hidden patrolling on the roof, and another five about the other three sides of this building. ...Hm, it seems that the freight doors have the least amount of external security, possibly due to how conspicuous of an entrance it makes for. Conversely, the only two doors, one near the freight entrance, and another on the opposing side of the building, both have at least six pairs of eyes on them at any given time, with other guards easily within earshot. I try to push my Magnetomantic senses into the warehouse, and once more find myself overwhelmed by a smorgasbord of assorted metals, some worked together as alloys, others riveted together as contraptions, a cornucopia of magnetic fields bombarding my senses. ....I think I can feel some more Blood Iron inside to denote guards on the interior, but I truly cannot be sure, with the amount of interference I am trying to bypass, it could be nothing. Turning my senses towards the manifold objects I feel within the warehouse, I can detect no pattern to their existence, as if thousands of unique items were simply thrown into the same room.

While I find my mind filled with monetary concerns, wondering how I shall pay the one )possibly two) new hires I shall be walking away from here with. Will Dregas accept the clay golem Geodiaz in lieu of conventional payment for a time? How am I going to get all of Jezebel's goods back to the Arcanoworks? Will the state offer me some sort of stipend for aiding in the cleanup, or shall they demand their outpost back?

I decide to step out of the alleyway and commit myself to a course of action, to dispel these thoughts that swirl in my mind. For now, there are more pressing concerns... though I feel I have neglected this facet of empire building for far longer than I should have.

The moment I round the corner, every eye about the warehouse turns to me, and the few strings of idle conversation that had been drifting through the air are silenced. I make it some two dozen feet, nearly to the freight doors (With Jezebel still crouched back in the alleyway out of sight) when someone finally overcomes their reticence and attempts to stop me.

"...Uh, look here, you can't-"

"I was informed that some belonging of a friend of mine are stored here. I have come to ask you to return them.... or failing that, to reclaim them. The choice is yours."

The person speaking with me takes a wild step back, but as I make no move beyond my simple proclamation, he eventually continues speaking to me, already breaking out into a cold sweat as his mind races.

"..And, ah, just who said we have their things? They must have been mistaken, this is just a grain storag-"
"I find that unlikely, considering the amount and complexity of metals I can sense within. Do not try to lie to me, it will not end well for you or the rest of your companions."

I see fear and uncertainty raging across the thug's face, as he desperately tries to figure out how to rebuff me, when I hear a familiar click and whisk of a certain fiery tempered inventor marching over.. and note several fear filled eyes looking past me, and growing even more fearful. I see no less than three of the visible thugs mouth the name 'Jezebel' as if it were a feared curse, and as I glance back I see her marching forth, brandishing the TASTE o' Doom, it's three barrels locked on the head of the man I speak with.

"I am here to reclaim what you scoundrels stole from me! I'll give you one last chance to settle this peaceably before I decide to use you for further testing of my armaments!"

The man before me looks from my own form, a fifteen foot tall Soul Grave bearing a massive sword, to Jezebel, brandishing a decidedly ominous looking weapon, before glancing back at the other thugs nearby. He turns back to us, his chin jutting forth as he makes his decision.

"Right, fuck this."

And without another comment, the man dashes off, abandoning the rest of those guarding the warehouse. At the desertion of their would-be leader, I see several of the more nervous looking goons likewise bolt, and in short order, only eight people are left still watching the warehouse... and I note they keep a wide berth of the building-side Jezebel and I face. I almost feel disappointed as I idly slap my free left hand against the freight doors, the force great enough to snap the chains holding them shut and knocking them open before us, allowing entry into a shadowed interior, masses of odds and ends piled up and disrupting my ability to use Magnetomancy to sense what is about us. Jezebel marches in first, already setting herself to peering about the warehouse' interior, trying to pierce the murky gloom. As I follow her inside, I note the remaining guards outside to have likewise fled, unwilling to oppose a mobile siege weapon with whatever implements they may bear. Moss butts his head against my leg, as if to demand attention.


What should I say or do?
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No. 184087 ID: a594b9

>>184085
Give Moss some attention for once.
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No. 184088 ID: 445c48

Scratch Moss behind the ears like he's a dog, and then "What is it, Moss, did Timmy fall down a well?"

but don't actually say that
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No. 184094 ID: 36eaa6

>>184087
Yea.
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No. 184098 ID: db42d1

...Did we leave Moss back at the house to stand guard? If so, follow him back.
If we didn't, follow him anyway. He seems to want something. If it is just affection, give it to him.

As a note, lets ask Jezebel how she knew these men as many of them knew her.

As for just a shot in the dark, could Jezebel be a high ranking member in the local criminal trade? She did seem to know the location of this warehouse already and the boys here are scared of her so either she's dealt with them before - which makes me suspect as to her denial of wanting us to fight and her not being able to fend off would-be attackers - or she's worked with them before.
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No. 184099 ID: 58ec1e

>>184085

stay alert, the goons will likely seek reinforcements. Also keep an eye out for anything that looks valuble.
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No. 184102 ID: 58ec1e

If i had to guess, i would say Jezebel has been screwed over by a few previous employers and may have grown up in a fairly cutthroat area.

As for how she payed for her equipment i have theory.

shes fairly pretty right? probally had a few patrons might have had one who wanted more gropeable than weapons, she gave him/her/them a rather rude no and the patron withdraws support and pays the wantabe mob boss guard to give her a hard time.
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No. 184109 ID: db42d1

>>184099
Lets keep from stealing anything nailed or not nailed down until after we figure this out. Do keep up an active scanning, however. If this place is illegal, make sure we get first dibs on good seized items. If it is semilegal, it is a good idea to know what's in here to help with haggling or black mail. If legal, finding out who own's what would be a good way to help us haggle to.

Also, keep our eyes on Jezebel. I don't quite trust her.
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No. 184111 ID: 9e5500

We've scared them...and innocents don't usually run like that when you approach to talk and if supposedly they had dealt with her before I think she probably would've killed them or them her as she'd have fought for it. I say we give them the old count to ten, getting Jezebel into a flanking position on the 8 left, then charge up the IG, aiming at their position, and let loose after calling out ten on the 3 spot instead. Letting her wipe out anyone left.
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No. 184125 ID: 716eb0

>>184111
What? Innocents run, same as anybody else, when you point giant seige weaponry and enormous gun barrels at them.
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No. 184129 ID: 58ec1e

>>184111

They are wimpy goons, useing the IG on them would be like useing a hammer to swat a fly.
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No. 184132 ID: db42d1

>>184129

Or their not goons?
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No. 184135 ID: 58ec1e

>>184132

What makes you think that?
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No. 184147 ID: db42d1

>>184135
Just the simple fact we have no idea what is going on here other then the word of someone who's motivation is...rather spotty.
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No. 184164 ID: db42d1

Or, to put it kinder, we really have no idea what's going on.
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No. 184175 ID: 1ac39d

the guard straight up lied to us. we found the place to be full of gadgets and when we asked them they said 'sorry, but this just has grain' even if jezabel is lying about them taking HER stuff they definitely took other people's.
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No. 184176 ID: e31d52

>You're an everyday guy gaurding a warehouse from a normally weak and simpering little girl who is easily intimidated.
>Suddenly she gets a seige weapon as a buddy.

What the hell would YOU do?!
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No. 184179 ID: db42d1

>>184176
>normally weak and simpering little girl who is easily intimidated.
>'Jezebel' as if it were a feared curse.

Yeah, I doubt we're the reason they broke and ran.

Anyway,
>>184175
We very clearly were threatening these people already. 'Return these goods, or we will take them. I mean, there are a thousand things this place could be. For all we know this could be Professor Gialgorra private invention stash and low level workers that we're 'rescuing' for Jezebel.

Damn it all, we should have asked around about Jezebel before we stopped at her house...hell, before we were jumping through hoops to hire her.
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No. 184182 ID: e31d52

>For all we know this could be Professor Gialgorra private invention stash and low level workers that we're 'rescuing' for Jezebel.
Any proof of this beyond wild speculation and confirmation bias?
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No. 184194 ID: 97ca2c

Simple solution- Mordre, think back to when you were in her shop, ensure that you see some of the things that were missing in there.

Other solution, while she is in there go get one of the other guards and ask him what this place is. But most importantly ATTEND TO MOSS, if this is a fluke and he really is doglike, he might be trying to tell you. If this is all a bluff on her part, first thing you do is magneto, crush her weapons barrell, In fact I have no qualm about AA'ing her if she really did this.
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No. 184195 ID: a594b9

Hey guys, Mordre has practically a photographic memory.

We'll know if she's stealing someone else's stuff. WE WILL RECOGNIZE THE STUFF THAT WAS TAKEN!
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No. 184197 ID: 97ca2c

This is bad man, we've lost our edge, we got to laid back in this new place and we have gotten ourselves into such a state that we have to question if our motives are pure or if we are being manipulated. Its time to go back to our roots, playing the 'kindly old mage' has made us too weak, too empathetic. Its time to screw the persona and get down to business (without reveling anything about ourselves of course)
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No. 184198 ID: 58ec1e

>>184179

Does not Professor Gialgorra have a highly secure and fairly large mountian base? the one we just left this morning?

why would he need a poorly defended wharehouse a good distance from his home and workshop?
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No. 184200 ID: e31d52

>>184198
Yeah, it's almost like he's looking for excuses to kill her.
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No. 184222 ID: db42d1

>>184200
Actually, he's just >implying that we shouldn't trust her at her word. This could be anything but what she says it is and >>184197 is right, we got too lazy...but, oddly, only with this one female tinkerer.
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No. 184227 ID: 275a5d

>>184222
Well, if your that suspicious, nothing stops us from observing her actions and trying to puzzle things out.

The fear does make me curious. Their reactions didn't fit with people who have been pushing around an individual. It does make relatively little sense that they seemed more frightened of Jezebel than of the weaponry she had, or us.
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No. 184228 ID: 1ac39d

most likely the boss was with them when they raided her place. since the boss was there they had much much higher moral.
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No. 184230 ID: 275a5d

Honestly the big thing that makes me think she isn't actually bullshitting us is this:

"Oh, you SCOUNDRELS! Trying to take advantage of a new face around here, and make off with my work, [i/]I'll not have it![/i] You can go tell Diomand that I shan't be needing his 'protection', no matter what threats he uses! Now get out of my shop before I-"

And this was before she'd even seen us. So if she's faking this situation, then she pre-empted us before we'd even found her.
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No. 184242 ID: d1210a

>>184087
>>184088
>>184094
Deciding that Moss' unfailing affection towards me deserve a reward, I lean down to run a steel finger down it's spine, during which Moss flexes and dryly purrs. Thereafter I move to scratch Moss behind the ears... only to recall it has no ears. As my hand pauses above it's form, Moss looks up at me questioningly, before slinking forth, prowling about the warehouse, snuffling inquisitively as shining tendrils protrude from it's face, lightly ghosting over nearby objects during it's jaunt. ...I am reminded of how little I know about Moss... and as I watch it retreat from a mirror, raising it's hackles in challenge before recognizing it's mistake and slinking off sheepishly, I wonder if it matters.

>>184098
"So... it seemed some of the guards of this place knew you, As I saw several mouth your name when they spied you... Well, or something practically phonetically identical. Care to comment on how they knew you?"

For once, Jezebel does not immediately snap at me, responding as she continues to rummage about the warehouse.

"Well, today was not at all the first time that Diomand's men came to pay me a call. I've had a shop here at the ports for... oh, about a year now, and Diomand's been sending 'collection agents' practically since day one. After enough time, I saw more than my fair share of thugs... and initially, that wasn't an issue. Before, I could just tell them to sod off, point an appropriately terrifying weapon at them, and take my time pulling the trigger, with the end result of them clearing out rather fast. But... oh, about two months ago, Diomand's men stopped being so easily spooked, and it went downhill from there. Today is the first time they tried to actually take something from me by force.... which I find more than passing strange, as even with your visit they had to know I couldn't suddenly make money appear from nowhere.... ah, here they are!"

Jezebel breaks off her rumination as she carefully puts down the TASTE o' Doom and proceeds to pull half a dozen metal spheres from the face of the pile before her, carefully placing each one in a cloth bag with plenty of padding between them.

"Well, that's all six ODIN mines recovered.... alright, so where is the WASP spear then...."

>>184099
While Jezebel continues to search for this 'WASP' spear (I assume it to be the prototype she was working on earlier that she warned Keddic away from), I push my magnetomantic senses outward, beyond the scope of this building so thoroughly filled with metal, to see if those we chased off have any intent to come back for us.... Hm, while I don't detect anyone moving towards the building right now, I do note that I feel the moving Blood Iron of the living on the roof above us, laying prone on the exterior of the building. Odd.

>>184102
"So, if you have been having financial issues, How did you afford your equipment and tools?"

"Simple: I invested everything I had into making sure I had the proper tools and supplies to make whatever I want. The intent was to make back the money with sales of quality goods, but... well..... YES! Oh, it looks like they managed to not damage it."

>>184194
>>184195
...As I still find myself plagued with doubts about the veracity of Jezebel's claims, I reflect back on her shop, perusing my mental inventory of every object I saw within. The spear was easy enough to identify as hers, but the ODIN mines.... ah, they were on the third table back from the door, behind the furnace, next to a pile of cabling.... that, or something that looks identical to them was present.... and likewise not present when I saw the shop earlier today. So both items she claimed, I originally saw in her shop. That puts some of my fears to rest, and I turn to face Jezebel as I see her walking towards me, trying to balance the TASTE o' Doom, the WASP spear, and the ODIN mines, looking a bit puzzled.... and, unsurprisingly, irritated... until Moss sneaks up on her and jostles her leg, surprising the irritation right out of her just as she speaks. Moss nods at me in a decidedly sagely manner after having defused the worst of her temper.

"Well, I got my things back.... so now what? I mean, all of Diomand's men ran off, and I doubt it was to go cry to their mothers, so Diomand should be finding out about this soon enough, and he's not going to just sit and take it. Well, you're the one that talked me into this foolhardy 'row row, fight the power' nonsense, fool that I was to listen... but we've started down this path, and I doubt Diomand is going to let it be. So, since this was your idea.... what next?"


How should I respond, and what should we do?
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No. 184246 ID: db42d1

>>184230
Personally, I think that was an attempt to fleece us before she knew we were, you know, a giant golem. A twenty-five mark runaround seems very likely, to my eyes.

And personally her yelling that when we first met and then going 'they broke in here and took my stuff' without us finding a dead body...is suspect too.
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No. 184247 ID: 1ac39d

we go to the boat and i punch anyone that get's in the way.
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No. 184248 ID: 275a5d

>>184242
Simple.

First, I want to know what those men on the roof are doing. If they have anything magnetically reactive we can grasp them by, do so.

While doing this, say:

"Well, I'd say it seems pretty clear. If Diomand's men have suddenly begun acting more aggressive, I'd say it's necessary to find out why, wouldn't you? I find the best way to do that is to just ask politely.

Fortunately, it seems individuals on the roof were unable to get away. I'll be just a moment..."
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No. 184249 ID: 275a5d

>>184246
...

NOW your just being paranoid beyond reason. When there were legitimate oddities in events, sure, I could understand some caution. But because we didn't find corpses, its a setup?

Besides, we'll soon have individuals to question anyway.
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No. 184250 ID: a594b9

Why don't we Magnetomancy a blade up there and chase off the guys lying prone getting ready to snipe us as we leave?
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No. 184251 ID: 275a5d

>>184250
Because we have some questions for them.
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No. 184253 ID: e31d52

"We will wait here. If Diomand has good reason for this, it shall be readily appaerent. If not, well..."

Chuckle.

"Let's just say I feel confident we will survive."
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No. 184279 ID: db42d1

>>184249
The fact she didn't kill any of the attackers makes me a bit confused. Anyway, yeah, question someone. And sorry I'm very suspicious of her. She just feels...off. That something is going to go down because of her that is beyond our control. Just, you know, gut feeling.

And I -would- like Moss to go protect our purchases. I love having him come with us, but having a 400 mark relic just laying in a ransacked house.
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No. 184280 ID: e31d52

>>184279
>And I -would- like Moss to go protect our purchases. I love having him come with us, but having a 400 mark relic just laying in a ransacked house.

Something I agree with, finally! :D
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No. 184283 ID: 6834bc

>>184242
There are still (living) guys on the roof, yeah?
Just call out, loudly enough that they should be able to hear you through the ceiling, "You know, it's rather impolite to eavesdrop on someone's conversation!"

See if that gets them to move.
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No. 184284 ID: 2aaaf1

>>184279
Well she could only kill one person with her super gun, and we would've had to buy her at least a few minutes to reload the thing.
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No. 184285 ID: db42d1

>>184280
Hey, I mentioned this before but no one picked up on it. And, yeah, sorry, I don't wanna argue against taking her now - I said I wouldn't - but she still feels like a trap. There's a bit piece here that I feel like we're missing and I don't know what it is. Like I said, it's just gut feelings but sometimes the gut feeling is the right one.
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No. 184286 ID: 2aaaf1

>>184242
Use magnetomancy to rattle the roof, then call out to the fleshlings on it. Maybe these guys are just taking a nap or something.
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No. 184287 ID: e31d52

I'll admit there is something suspicious about how she did nothing before, as well armed as she is.

However, this could just mean that
A)Diomand has great force of personality, and is skilled at intimidation: Something a lawman would concievably be.
or
B) If she killed him, even in self-defense, it would be her word against the whole of the watch, and we know who'd win there!
or even
C) Her weapons proved utterly innefective the one time she tried, and she remembers this.
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No. 184288 ID: d3dfb8

>>184287
Or she doesn't like killing/violence.
Not everyone's a motherfucking pimpin ass soul grave.
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No. 184289 ID: db42d1

>>184284
Yeah, so there should have been some evidence of a dead bloke. And that's assuming it was the stun gun. If she used the Wasp, there should have been a crap load of blood. Eh, just...I'm gonna stop harping on this. I've made my points: We don't know anything about Jezebel or Diomand, Jezebel is seems to be hiding something in the way she talks, there are slight holes in her answers and motivations.
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No. 184290 ID: e31d52

>>184288
She shot us when we walked in.

Still, there's another point.
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No. 184291 ID: 1ac39d

simple, she was just sitting down tinkering on something when her door burst open and they took her stuff before she could grab her gun.
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No. 184292 ID: db42d1

>>184288
She did out and out shoot us. Twice. Without us even making introductions. Both times.

>>184287
And she didn't say Daimond himself came to her house, she said some of his men did. I mean, she shot us when she thought we were Daimond's men...there should have been more blast marks or at least some heavy firepower used to defend herself.

Seriously, someone who is less rattled by Jezebel and better with putting the pieces together look over the interaction we've had with her and try to have a moment of inspiration about what is going on.
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No. 184293 ID: d3dfb8

>>184292
we arent exactly sneaky, she probably could hear us coming.
>>184289
Weh, we need a tinker.

Also WEH
WEEEEEH
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No. 184296 ID: db42d1

>>184293
Ok, question: Do we wanna move discussion of Jezebel to Discussion Thread, or keep it here?
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No. 184301 ID: 275a5d

>>184292
Unless nothing is going on.

And both times were apparent accidents.
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No. 184307 ID: d1210a

>>184248
I direct my focus more intently towards the lone form I feel still on the roof (strange indeed, considering I felt several presences on the roof before, and I did not notice their departure). I suppose it makes sense considering the amount of interference all the metal in this warehouse has been giving me, but still, it bothers me that I cannot deduce how they even got down from the roof, none of it's contours suggesting an entrance or pathway for people to even get up to begin with, nor any ladders that could have been used. The one individual I DO detect seems to possess very little in the way of metal, too little for me to move them... Further, I note all the metal barring their Blood Iron to be localized to some small instruments, and detect nothing larger than a hooked dagger on their person. Hm, if I cannot reach them via Magnetomancy....

>>184283
""You know, it's rather impolite, To eavesdrop on someone's conversation!"

"Toooo bad, soooo sad," is the immediate response I am met with, in a distinctly feminine voice. I sense no change in motion from the individual as I watch Jezebel start and nearly drop all she carries.

>>184250
...Perhaps I can encourage them to come down. I launch a single blade from my launcher, and guide it's whirling path upward, and over the edge of the roof. I send it moving towards the figure I detected, not at a terminal speed, but fast enough to (hopefully) encourage them to flee.

She does not disappoint.

I feel the mass of blood iron surge into motion, leaping upright from it's reclined position and scampering off.... towards the far end of the warehouse, where the next building is some fifty feet away. Excellent, I have them tra-

The individual I cannot see but nevertheless track across the rooftops.... leaps. I expect to feel their body plummet to the ground, or maybe to soar through the air in a herculean leap. Instead... I feel the body being to drop, before it's descent begins to curve, swooping near to the ground and then swinging back up to the rooftops. ...I would say it felt like the person I track used some sort of rope and simply swung across... but there is nothing betwixt these buildings that could be used to secure such a rope, no place for a proper pendulum. So why did it's movement follow such a path?

I take a step forward, intending to pursue this individual as I guide my launched blade back to me lest it fall outside my range and be lost, only to feel the one I track slip into a metal-clad building, and become obscured from my senses. ...Truly, the limited perception is vexing, never-mind the fact I had no such senses scant months ago.

>>184279
Thinking of all the wealth I am leaving within Jezebel's shop unattended, I motion to Moss, who perks up and trots over inquisitively, attending to my summons.

"Moss, I want you to go back to the shop we were in, The one I left some of our things in, and I want you to guard it. Can you do that for me?"

Moss' mouth lolls open, a tongue of root flicking out as the creature trots off, back the way we came. ....I assume Moss understood my request, but it can be hard to tell with something that cannot speak. I note Jezebel tapping her foot more insistently, and turn to give her my response, now that I have attended to the other matters that plagued my mind.

"Well, I'd say it seems pretty clear, what needs to be done. If Diomand's men have suddenly begun acting more aggressive, I'd say it's necessary to find out why, wouldn't you? I find the best way to do that is to just ask... politely. I had hoped to catch the one remaining on the roof, yet... Well, shall we go see Diomand, then?"

"Are you out of your.... Huh."

Mid tirade, Jezebel pauses, frowning at the warehouse.

"...Actually, with how terrified his thugs and miscreants looked.... yes, why not. I was able to reclaim what was taken, but that still does not solve this problem. ....and.... ah....."

Jezebel looks pained, and I stare at her for a moment as she works at the words.

"Ah... I... I'm... sorry. You've been trying to help me this whole time, and I've refused to trust your intentions. ..I've had some issues in the past, with... well, I guess it's hard for me to take people seriously when they approach me with something I want."

...I can hardly believe what I just heard, and judging from her face, neither can Jezebel.

"...Well, I can lead you to the guard post where Diomand will be at, but... Ok, so you were serious about that job offer? And you can take my tools and equipment with us?"

While this change of attitude is most certainly gratifying.... I cannot promise her what she asks, as I have yet to even assure myself that my arranged ride (still present in the harbor, so at least it has not left) could take any extra weight, and I already intend to take Dregas, the clay golem, and several other weighty spoils. I imagine I'd need to renegotiate with Captain Fragellus if I wanted to be sure this is viable.


What should I say or do?
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No. 184308 ID: e31d52

>>184307
"I'll be happy to hire you. However, I might need to make multiple trips for your equipment. My many apologies, I seem to have picked up rather more firends than I had planned!"
Chuckle.
"I'm sure me and Diomand could come to an arrangement, since this golem has many capabilities, and it would be... how to put it..."

(in the woman's voice, now:)

"Toooo bad, Soooo Sad"

(Back to yours)

"For everyone to discover his heinous activities. I especially beleive my newest friend Gailgorra would be displeased when he learns that such creativity was stifled in the name of a few marks! Why, I imagine Diomand would be so very regretful he may arrange your passage himself!"

Laugh and gesture for her to lead the way. "People tend not to learn how much of a force I am to be reckoned with until the last moment. It's a funny thing."
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No. 184309 ID: a594b9

>>184307
We'll have to be honest with her or else risk losing her help entirely. Tell her you will most likely need to arrange for an extra form of transport, as you have only one ship hired as of now. However, we definitely have enough money to cover it.
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No. 184310 ID: 275a5d

>>184307
Saying no would destroy the foundation we've managed to build, utterly and forever.

If we ever intend to hire her, we would be well advised to just renegotiate. The good captain is already GOUGING us on prices, anyway, and if I recall correctly, our prior agreement INCLUDED any cargo we wanted to bring back.
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No. 184314 ID: e31d52

>>184310
Actually, looking over our agreement, we didn't.
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No. 184315 ID: 275a5d

>>184314
DAMNIT!

*Shakes fist* WE MUST LEARN TO HAGGLE BETTERER
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No. 184323 ID: e31d52

For those who don't get it from my post: We're going to talk with Diomand, record admittance that he's doing shitty things, play it back to him, and then DELICIOUS BLACKMAIL.
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No. 184324 ID: 275a5d

>>184323
And if he denies it?

His voice coming from our magical murder machine isn't exactly the most solid of proofs for anything.
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No. 184325 ID: 1ac39d

also, the only point of black mail is if you could tell someone that matters. unless someone higher up the chain of command can be told then it would be pointless.
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No. 184332 ID: e31d52

>>184324
Funny how we can do exact mimicry.

>>184325
Gailgorra.
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No. 184340 ID: 275a5d

>>184332
Yeah, and? What if he says we're making it up?

Its a magic moddable golem. Nothing says we're telling the truth. What if he denies it?

And as far as we know, Gialgorra does not own or run the island. Reporting Diomand to him would mean nothing.
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No. 184431 ID: 58ec1e

Why dont we simplify things a bit? We Diomand ask him our questions and horrificaly maim him if he is less than agreeable, remember we are a giant metal soul eating golem set on world conquest. we dont have to put up with legal bullshit.

when we are done we should have a chat with the captin we payed to ferry us here and if nessisary hire another to transport Jezabele's equipment.
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No. 184432 ID: 58ec1e

>>184431
> We Diomand ask
we find Diomand and ask
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No. 184438 ID: 3b341d

>>184431

Ignoring the law is not a good way to keep a low profile...it feels like there would be a lot of problems w/ this approach.

1)We can never come back to this place
2)We suddenly become high profile (possible bounties, name recognition, etc)...if we want to keep the sapience a secret...having our name widely known probably isn't good
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No. 184439 ID: d3dfb8

you know, we could just leave.
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No. 184442 ID: 275a5d

>>184439
Thats what I was thinking, but the problem is how will we ship 10 tonnes of equipment (1 ton of which is "fragile")?

Or...since Geodiaz is going to be making slow progress anyway...why don't we get them to cart the equipment with them? We can hire a wagon team at the mainland port, and arrange shipment for the cargo with someone (should be less than what we payed for ourselves by a fair margin).
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No. 184443 ID: c00244

>>184307
Okay, basic plan is to find Diomand and... what? I don't think it's in our interest to really delve into a crime lord's business. All we really need to do is get him to agree to not bother Jezebel until we can successfully relocate all her equipment elsewhere. His problem (someone not paying him) goes away, and our problem (someone is messing with one of our employees) goes away. Everyone wins, and hopefully no ill will is left behind.
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No. 184451 ID: 58ec1e

>>184443

so, what exactly are we going to do when we find the wantabe crime boss
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No. 184452 ID: 490804

>>184442
I totally agree with this idea. We really have caused enough trouble as it is. On our next visit to the Island we'll be able to fix or solve this issue but for now we need to get off here asap and the best way is to leave the heavy stuff along with a message and payment with another shipper to get it across with Keddic and the other Golem master. (I always forget his name.)
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No. 184453 ID: 490804

>>184443
I think this is a waste of time as crime bosses are not fond of making deals involving them losing money and for some odd reason I'm rather suspicious on how she got the money but tis better not to bring it up and forget about it. This also reminds me that we will need to start a police or law enforcement division to keep control our communities and armies disobeying of laws. We need a lot of administrative functions starting to be got done while I'm on that line of thought.
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No. 184456 ID: d1210a

>>184308
>>184309
>>184310
"I cannot promise immediate transportation, As I will need to make arrangements for all your gear, But yes, I do indeed mean it, Miss Jezebel. And so, because I cannot promise immediate transport, I wish to resolve your issue with Diomand presently. Well, shall we go?"

"....Yes, let us see this through to the end. ..Ah, I'll show you the way."

I follow after Jezebel, still lugging her collection of reclaimed projects, and after being vehemently rebuffed when I ask if she needs assistance, I let her struggle in silence. We attract some few odd looks, my sword seemingly of more interest than myself to the general populace, as we make our way towards a squat barracks near the dock. The density of uniformed guards is notable, and several look rather worried as I approach, some putting their hands to their swords. As we reach the main doors.... we come to a problem: There is no conceivable way for me to fit in, the door is made for a normal human, not a Soul Grave. Jezebel stops as she sees me slow, and with a quick glance to the door-frame realizes my dilemma. As a few guards start to cautiously sidle up, worried about the presence of a mobile siege weapon and a heavily armed inventor right outside their gates, Jezebel floats a question.

"Well... now what? Should I go in alone, or.... I suppose I could try to get him to come outside, but how... Well, you have any input?"

As Jezebel muses, one of the guards tremulously swallows a knot in his throat, and addresses us.

"Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to explain what's going... going on here."

I see Jezebel rounding on the guard, and I can sense the angry tirade that is to come. If I wish to pursue this diplomatically, I may want to intervene.... quickly.


What should I say or do? [Remember Mordre's left hand is free, but it's right arm is being used to cradle Diozagrath's sword in the Sable Executioner's tentacles, should you suggest some specific action]
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No. 184458 ID: 445c48

Say that you are here to see Diomand, but as you can see, your golem is rather too large to fit into the doors, and thus cannot go inside to talk to him, and ask if the guard could go and fetch Diomand to have a chat.
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No. 184473 ID: 2aaaf1

>>184456
"Don't be alarmed, good sir. We've come to talk with a certain someone... the, err, one in charge. Dialmo.. Dimar... Um, NO wait I've got i- Wha... What the devil are you all staring at? You live on an island visited by all manner of golems and golem operators looking to best Professor Gialgorra's magnificent machine and you think THIS GOLEM OF MINE is strange looking? You must be joking- oh, I GET IT. Just because I'm on a schedule and I'm taking my leave of the island without partaking of Gialgorra's challenge, you all think I've got cold feet, HUH? Well consider me INSULTED, no coward am I, SIR. I just happen to put punctuality before my pride, speaking of which- where DID you learn your manners from? Respect for your elders should be PARAMOUNT, and it is apparent that your upbringing severely lacked such teachings. What I should do is cane you in the streets, you hooligan! *turn to jezebel* I told you, it was a tourist trap all along! They greet you with warm smiles and good wares, but the next corner you turn, BOOM- miscreants with no respect assault us at EVERY turn! I can't stand to have this foul mannered fiend in my sight any longer, I DEMAND to speak with your superior THIS INSTANT."
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No. 184475 ID: d1210a
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>>184458
"Well, we are here to see Diomand, But as you can see, my golem is too large, And cannot enter the premises. Could you call him out here, please? We need a moment of his time, As there are several issues to discuss."

Jezebel's building rant, cut off before it could begin, is reluctantly bottled as she instead stares pointedly at the guard. I see the confusion warring across his face.... just the same as I watch his default reaction to something confusing kicks in: he goes to get his boss.

"Ah... one moment, I'll go see if sergeant Diomand is available, then."

At these words the surrounding guards begin to relax incrementally, the few with drawn weapons sheepishly re-sheathing them. After the guard that spoke to us ducks inside, a few minutes pass while Jezebel begins to tap her foot faster and faster. Finally a tall, hairy, mustachioed man with a heavy pick, replete with notches to catch swords, idly clutched in his off hand walks out, eying my form with lidded eyes as he addresses us. I see his gaze pass over Jezebel, and while I see no reaction to her presence, I do note he spends longer than necessary appraising her, before he speaks to us both in a calm voice.

"Well, there was something you wanted to discuss with me?"

Before I can say anything, Jezebel stomps forward, growling out hate-filled words.

"You damned well know what this is about! Your men came to my shop an-"
>"Miss, I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."
"The devil you don't!"
>"I do not know you, nor have I ever seen you before, as far as I can recollect. What are you accusing me of, exactly?"
"Those men you sent-"
>"What men? Can you point them out from among the guard?"
"You know I can't, they don't work in legal enforcement!"
>"Then I'm afraid I don't follow, there is no one else I can 'send' anywhere but guards from this barracks."

I see Jezebel fuming, and wonder how long she can restrain herself from firing at Diomand. Conversely, as I look at Diomand, I see his calm demeanor still in place, nothing out of order with his professed ignorance and innocence....

...Other than some rivulets of sweat that are starting to run down his neck.


What should I say or do?
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No. 184476 ID: db42d1

>>184456
I thought I suggested early that we shift the sword to our Soul Nexus/Immortal Genocide/Fang-Taker/Accelerator Steel Fist...
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No. 184479 ID: 58ec1e

>>184475
i cant think of any way of getting the info out of him without threatening him.
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No. 184480 ID: db42d1

And, just a quick note, if a man sweats when dealing with a walking, soul-eating, artillery platform with a sword twice his height and a rather crazed woman who is currently threatening him with clumsy, dangerous looking weapon and yelling at him, I would applaud that man for having the dignity of a saint.

I don't really know what to suggest. Say where we've been? Hope it's not a police holding facility that dangerous inventions get stored?
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No. 184481 ID: a594b9

>>184475
If this is true, then perhaps as a member of law enforcement he would not oppose coming with us to arrest those responsible for the theft of Jezebel's devices?
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No. 184482 ID: 1ac39d

"then care to tell me how these-" gesture to jezabel "items were found in a building guarded by your men when earlier i saw them at her house. the only logical conclusion i can draw is they were taken from her."
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No. 184483 ID: 1a9abc

Dang Mordre, you need to develop a magical Aura so we can make people feel constricted when they are around us.

The next best thing I guess would be to grasp all the metal around here and start shaking it in proportion to Jezebel's anger.

"Mr Diomand, I am the Mage Mordre, I the one in control of this golem. I am not one prone to anger but I do not appreciate men who threaten women" *Loom* "I also do not appreciate liars"
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No. 184484 ID: 1a9abc

>>184481
This is good too.
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No. 184485 ID: 275a5d

>>184475

Gently embed the cleaver into the ground and shift your siege hand to its grip, like your casually adjusting yourself.

"Oh, well then this is clearly a misunderstanding. I had hoped to come to some form of agreement with the leader of those thugs. But if you don't know anything about that, then I just don't know what to do.

Hmm, I suppose we could go pump one of the ruffians we saw for information. Sure, it'll leave no time for proper negotiations, but I guess we'll just have to settle for the quickest alternative when we do find the leader, then, won't we?"

As you say the last line, flex the claws of sable executioner in a languid, 'just stretching something I'm about use' manner.
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No. 184486 ID: 275a5d

>>184481
This is also a possible option.
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No. 184487 ID: db42d1

>>184481
THIS IS THE CORRECT RESPONSE! IT IS HIGHLIGHTED IN GREEN OR BLUE!
...Save for the fact that I don't think we knocked anyone out, blast!

>>184482
Never once did those men say. 'Diomand'. We have no evidence, hearsay, or circumstances that are clear cut in this issue. This is 'He said, she said'
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No. 184488 ID: 58ec1e

>>184485
hes in public with other possibly non corupt guards nearby, he wont say anything that will incrimnate him unless there is a good deal of presure
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No. 184489 ID: 275a5d

>>184488
The idea is that we put pressure on him by saying this. He can either request to talk with us privately, or he can run the risk of us "interrogating" one of the guys we've seen and getting singled out, at which point there are no more chances of negotiation.

Though I'm also partial to the other one, as that has very similar results.
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No. 184490 ID: db42d1

>>184489
But, if I'm reading right, we don't have any 'Guys' to interrogate. To get one of the 'guys' we'd have to find where they live and that could take even longer. We're on a time frame here people - Remember the State Inspector, the soul-torn beastie hunting us down, the Wizard Weinsho wanting to make war against us, and hopefully the Premen returning from their trip.
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No. 184491 ID: a594b9

Oh and by the way guys, I think that fleeing female used a jetpack or wings to enable her to take that strange flight path.
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No. 184492 ID: 275a5d

>>184490
Yes, but-Does Diomand know that for sure?
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No. 184500 ID: d1210a

>>184476
[You did, but the sword is crazy heavy and unassailable via magnetomancy, so when in transit, unless you feel like devoting at least half of all your potential Magnetomancy to keeping yourself from overbalancing, it stays in the Sable Executioner during travel. Or until someone comes up with a proposal for an all-metal method of attaching the sword to Mordre, like an inbuilt sheath or some such. Picture required for Mordre to simply mold it himself. For reference: Sword is 13ft long, 2.5ft thick, single edged, Mordre is 15ft tall, 8ft across the shoulders, 4ft deep at the chest.]

>>184485
I let the tip of Diozagrath's cleaver slip to the ground, the blunt side of the blade still managing to heavily chip the ground as the handle seesaws up, shortly gripped by my left hand, and propped upright like a massive metal walking stick as I flex and then refurl the Sable Executioner into it's drill-like coiled state. I note that Diomand's eyes snapped to my sword when I moved, and he attends to my interjection with the utmost care as I speak.

"Oh, well then this is clearly a misunderstanding, my apologies. I had hoped to come to some form of agreement with the leader of those thugs. But if you don't know anything about that, then I just don't know what to do."

I tilt my head as I watch Diomand, still unable to read the man. His face is like stone.

"Hmm, I suppose we could go pump one of the ruffians we saw for information. Sure, it'll leave no time for proper negotiations like I had hoped, but I guess we'll just have to settle for the quickest alternative when we do find the leader. Well, shall we be off, Jezebel?"

I turn as if to walk away, and for a moment I think Jezebel missed my plan, but she narrows her eyes as she mimics my motion. I stop suddenly, as if I recalled something, as I turn back to Sergeant Diomand.

"Ah, forgive me for not asking, but as a member of law enforcement, Wouldn't you like to come along? They did commit theft, so they are... Well, your responsibility, aren't they? ...You know, as the guard?"

I watch Diomand's eye twitch a bit as he strokes his mustache, glancing about the guards around him. Whatever it is he sees in them, it appears to help him come to a decision, and he shortly speaks again.

"...Well... certainly, if you've captured some criminals, they will need to be brought in.... Yes, why don't we relocate, then?"

As Diomand walks to join us, I see Jezebel taking a disgusted step back from him before sharply turning on her heel. I replace Diozagrath's cleaver in the grip of the Sable Executioner before we march off, heading largely towards Jezebel's shop.... only to turn down a side alley, and stop. As Jezebel and I turn about, Diomand speaks again, completely ignoring Jezebel.

"...Okay, what is it going to take to make this go away, Mr. Mage? What do you want to just forget about helping this stuck-up inventor, and leave me in peace? I have coin and inventions aplenty to offer, and with how bad business has been for Jezebel here, I doubt she could match my offer, I have inventions by Gialgorra, Gavrock, dozens of people who have lived here, all squirreled away.... and ready to be gifted to you if you'll just.... walk away."

...A rather abrupt change for Diomand, and one that sparks renewed rage in Jezebel.....

Who looks at me uncertainly.


What should I say or do?
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No. 184502 ID: d3dfb8

>>184498
I like him, straight and too the point.
"Well, I admit to having an interest in Gavrock's work. How about we make a deal. I take Gavrock's inventions you have collected and you never see Jezebel again."
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No. 184503 ID: 445c48

Well, since we can't exactly accept obviously stolen inventions infront of Jezebel, as much as I would like those, say that you intend to just walk away, after the return of the stolen goods, and payment for transportation and shipping for the Jezebel and her tons of junk, Dregas and his tons of golem, etc etc to the mainland.
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No. 184504 ID: db42d1

>>184502
And Family Gialgorra's works!

But...I wanna ask him why he's asking this. What as she done to him to make him so willing to part with such priceless artifacts?
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No. 184505 ID: 58ec1e

>>184498
Inform him we will take everything. If he complains point out how easy it would be to "accadently" trip and crush someone. Also see if you can get sea transport for everything.

If all that works, kill him anyway as he will likely be a problem later.
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No. 184506 ID: db42d1

>>184503
See, as we were there the last time that someone tried to rob Gialgorra I really doubt these were stolen, bribed, or intimidated away from Gialgorra.
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No. 184507 ID: 1a9abc

As for the cleaver, can't you just do i spartan style and magnetize it to your back. Just slap it on, magnetize, hey ho presto! its stuck there.

You're slipping Bob, we never introduced ourselves as anything. So unless this guy has heard the rumors and/or put two and two together, he shouldn't be addressing us as Mr. anything

Be quiet for a moment then say "Ah, inventions a plenty you say, stuff from Gialgorra AND Gavrock....."

Time for a decision guys, I for one am leaning towards helping Jezebel over here as to live up to our word, but our 'self' is one big lie anyway, so we can't really come up with any reason to take him out without making us giant hypocrites to Jez later on. So do we help her or not?

For the somewhat balanced route
"....What it would take for me to simply WALK AWAY would be the return of all the items you have taken from Jezebel and the release of the items you took from my friend Gialgorra to me. What it would TAKE, is that I never hear of your treachery again."
I still feel like being the hero and just taking everything back and returning it, but I'll let majority rule.
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No. 184508 ID: a594b9

>>184500
"You don't understand me at all. I'm looking at the long term. Anything you have on hand will be outdated in a matter of years! Whereas, with Jezebel under my employ, I will have up to date inventions for a long time indeed. I'm afraid, good sir, that you will be hard pressed to find something valuable enough to bribe me with. But please do go on. Let's hear what you have... squirreled away."

Keep an eye out with magnetomancy.

"Don't think about running. I could kill you in an instant, and noone would even hear you scream."
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No. 184511 ID: 1a9abc

Oh right, I forgot to mention, keep a Magnetic field around you so to detect any metal coming close, It's like a detection field but for metal only. I also want to see if that lady from before is hanging around.
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No. 184517 ID: 275a5d

>>184503
Thisthisthis. It solves all of our problems.
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No. 184519 ID: db42d1

>>184507
Possibility for 'Mr. Mage' include: 'We're a soul grave that just talked' and 'My Best friend is Antoledo Gialgorra and just finished regaling me with stories of your badassitude'
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No. 184521 ID: 58ec1e

so, why dont we take everything we can and then kill him?
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No. 184523 ID: 275a5d

>>184522
>>184517
Additionally, if we do this or a combination of suggestions including this, I also recommend:

Offer a handshake to seal whatever deal you make, then flare the soulfire from your eyes, if you can, or really anything you can do that looks suitably mystical once you've made contact with him.

It'll probably concern him. Explain thus:

"Oh, that was simply insurance. My golem's tasted your flesh, so to speak. THis way, if you decide to renege on our agreement, or betray myself or those I employ...I can find you, wherever you run or hide.

I'm sure you understand."
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No. 184525 ID: 275a5d

>>184507
It's immune to magnetism.
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No. 184530 ID: 1a9abc

It is?
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No. 184534 ID: 275a5d

>>184530
It is.
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No. 184535 ID: 1a9abc

>>184534
*Gasp*
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No. 184536 ID: 445c48

>>184506
Not directly, probably not, more likely robbed from a customer.

We should ask, just to be sure.

>>184507
He probably has heard it around town. We aren't exactly making it a secret, and if he's the boss of the criminal activity in the area, he'd probably get word out that he wants to know what the fuck's up with the soul grave that just walked into town.

Also the sword is warded against magnetism. The runes are designed to 'lock' the blade in the exact condition it had when it was inscribed. Not only does this include the sharpness and strength, but probably also apply to its magnetic alignment doohickies I don't know how fuckin' magnets work.
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No. 184540 ID: d1210a

>>184530
[It is.]

>>184511
I shall keep my attention attuned to any mass of metal that begins to gain proximity to me within my sphere of detection. Beyond that, I cannot differentiate between people based on the sense of their Blood Iron, and all I know of the individual is how their voice sounded. How would I know her to be here? Nevertheless, I send my senses out, looking for anyone

>>184507
[Or since, you know, Mordre's been seen wandering aroud, talking to people, buying stuff, and introducing yourself to other residents [Calira/Dimmond/Jezebel/Friko/Grumples] of this port, and have the ONLY Soul Grave on the island, Diomand combined 'Mage named Mordre w/ Soul Grave about.' with 'Soul Grave talking to me right now.' to deduce your identity. So yes, he heard the rumors, what with being both a crime-lord and an officer of the law.]

>>184502
>>184503
>>184504
"What I want? What I want is simple: I want you to pay for transportation back to the mainland, With room for at least twenty tons of goods on my part, I want all the relics of Gavrock you possess, and.... I forewarn you, tell me the truth: How did you come by some of Gialgorra's works?"

"For once, I came by them completely legally.. well, to be more specific, I legally purchased them from Gialgorra myself, two items, with funds from my back street dealings. ...Great, I assume you want those too. .....Fine, you'll get what you want, the two pieces of Gialgorra's work I have, and the one relic of Gavrock I have, in addition to complementary freight shipping back to the mainland. But I'll need your assurance you'll stick by your word, I'm agreeing to this only for the purposes of preserving my public face, If I lose that through your actions I swear I'll make you regret it."

>>184505
"You presume to threaten me? I could squash y-"

"Look, we both know the only reason I'm even entertaining this notion is because it is easier than trying to fight you, now that you've chosen to make Jezebel there an interest of yours. So, can you give me an assurance you'll keep your word, or not?"

>>184253
"I can arrange to bind our deal."

With no further comment than my brief and purposefully vague allusion, I offer forth my left hand, as if to shake on our compact. Diomand eyes my hand for a moment in thought, before he reaches forth and grasps a finger. As he does so, I create a strange humming noise as I emulate a chime, flaring some additional soulfire out of my Ruby eyes to imply the use of magic. Diomand jerks his hand back as I speak again.

"As you asked, an assurance has been made. If one of us breaks the compact, the other will know, Through a wholly otherworldly sensation in the skin. That should suffice to ensure my compliance, Just the same as it does yours, wouldn't you agree?"

"...That will suffice, yes. There's a ship at dock, the 'Storm Bitch,' big ship with plenty of room, crewed by several of my.... acquaintances. If you will excuse me, I'll arrange for them to provide transport while I get what you asked for... I assume you plan to leave presently?"

"Indeed."

"Fine. I'll have the devices moved to the 'Storm Bitch,' now, if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to."

Diomand begins walking forth before he even finishes speaking, brushing by me without any reticence as he makes his way back to the guard barracks. A curious man, but straightforward. I turn to Jezebel, who looks ready to question me.... when I manage to detect movement on one of the roof's above, Blood Iron singing to my senses. ...Ah, and I sense tools that feel much the same as those I sensed before upon the person of the roof-sitter at the warehouse. I have shown no evidence I have realized her position. The building she is on is tall, some four stories high, with equally towering structures all about, limiting the angles I could send blades along. I snap out of my considerations as Jezebel speaks.

"...Just like that? That's... that's all it took? ........HEY, I never said I was going to work for you, don't go making decisions for me!"


What should I say or do? And where should we go?
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No. 184542 ID: a594b9

"Oh, that is right. Pardon me. If you wish, I can alter the deal, and simply have his men leave you be instead of arranging for the transportation of your items. It is your choice I suppose. If you are indeed interested, perhaps we should discuss the terms of your employment?"
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No. 184544 ID: 716eb0

"I have decided nothing for you my dear. I simply require transport for a great deal of freight back to the mainland, and sought recompense for my trouble here. You are free to leave or stay as you wish, but if you choose to come with me, there will be room on that boat"
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No. 184545 ID: db42d1

Damn, I like this guy. Which is annoying if he has issues with Gialgorra. Anyway, look up and ask that person to please come down now before we're forced to drag them down.
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No. 184546 ID: 6834bc

>>184540
The person following us should be dealt with. I'd at least like to know why they're following us.

"Am I really so interesting that you feel the need to eavesdrop on all my conversations? At the very least, you could get a better look at me from down here..."
Look down at Jezebel, then continue with "...Or perhaps it is her you're more interested in?"
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No. 184549 ID: e31d52

>>184540
"My folly. However, once he knows you know me, and that you know about his issues, it won't be much of a problem for him to simply slay you and dump the body into the sea. As I see it, we have crossed quite a line here. Need I remind you that I don't have all the time in the world here."
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No. 184555 ID: a594b9

As far as the eavesdropper is concerned perhaps we should attempt to talk to her again.

"You up there. What is your hand in this?"
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No. 184564 ID: db42d1

And a note: She would tell Jezebel just where she ranks amongst our followers - which would be rather low - and that she will be following our orders as to construction and if she can't buy the items she needs, she is going to have to learn to make them.
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No. 184565 ID: e31d52

She ran away

Bravely ran away away
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No. 184566 ID: 275a5d

>>184564
Why would she rank low? I don't see what ranking system your talking about here. Everyone occupies a different role.

Some we may trust more than others by dint of having been with us longer, but as our primary researcher/engineer, I don't see where rank would come in.

And why would we tell her that she needs to learn to make her own tools? Thats kinda incredibly silly
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No. 184570 ID: 8ded52

Take advantage of it, any metal in the building? Pipes? Rods in the walls for support? If so, bind all of em together in field and use that to make her tools float about her.

I wonder if this is Gialgorra's other daughter.
The tools, the skill, and her interest in us. Maybe it is.. what was her name again... whatever.

"If you find me that interesting why don't we meet face to face [insert last daughter's name here]"
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No. 184571 ID: 275a5d

She made an incredible leap, right? IF you sense any metals near her feet or legs or back, lock them down.
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No. 184572 ID: 716eb0

>>184566
>Thats kinda incredibly silly
Especially silly because of how she was telling us she spent all her money getting all the tools and materials she would need for a long time.

And as far as a potential ranking system goes, lets see, our group: The guy we threatened into joining us, the OTHER guy we threatened into joining us, the whole GROUP of guys who barely speak the language, a dead girl, a bunch of random townsfolk and militia members, a dog/cat/plant thing, and some dude who is following us around because it is more interesting than standing still. I want to SEE this rank organization chart.

Also on the todo list: go to the boat that is waiting for you, inform him that you have much more to ship back now, and have made other arrangements. Thank him for his service, and if he was inconvenienced waiting for you, pay him about 20% of what you had agreed on before for his troubles.
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No. 184583 ID: db42d1

>>184572
I meant it more as a 'don't throw your weight around and listen to people who have been here longer'. And, honestly, reading that list I think I know why I don't like Jezebel that much: Everyone else who is following us we have impressed by a show of force, impressed us by a show of force, or we outright threatened into our group.

And the reason I say she needs to know how to make things is because we don't have a metal worker that can make components for her. And we need to tell her that our lab might not be our lab for much longer and most of our business is on the open road and she should get used to it.
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No. 184595 ID: 275a5d

>>184583
We AREN'T losing the Arcanoworks if we can help it. We can't really afford to.
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No. 184596 ID: 445c48

>>184544
This.

And then shout to the person up top, "Listen, I know you're up there, you may as well just come down here and talk to us."

>>184572
Also, who's the dead girl again?
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No. 184597 ID: d1210a

>>184544
"I have decided nothing for you my dear. I simply require transport for a great deal of freight back to the mainland, And sought recompense for our trouble here. You are free to leave or stay as you wish of course, But if you choose to come with me, there will be room on that boat"

"...Well.... as long as you aren't forcing me...."

>>184546
I decide to try speaking again as a means of learning more of my stalker, and hail her while Jezebel once more starts, and frowns in realization, looking skyward along with me.

""Am I really so interesting that you feel the need to eavesdrop on all my conversations?"

"Well gee, I wonder why I'd be interested in one of the twenty four Soul Graves in the world, let alone one I've never heard of, I wooooooonder..."

"At the very least, you could get a better look at me from down here..."

"You are certainly right, I could get a better look from down there. So could you, which I am somewhat less interested in. Hard to do my job when people know my face, you know?"

Jezebel decides to interject at this point, shouting up towards the rooftops.

"I demand you explain yourself, what are your aims!?"

"Haaaaaah.... I told you, I'm just curious about a Soul Grave, that's all. What, can't a girl take an interest in something? Honestly.... oh, hey, magey dude, mind sharing how you found me out?"

"Mind coming down to ground level?"

"Fair enough. Still, I'll extend my thanks you didn't send a saw-blade after me this time, so.... thanks."

>>184555
"And so, you have no hand in this, This business with Diomand?"

"What, him? I know him, sure, but I don't work for him.... kind of a specialist mercenary, with less bloodshed.... usually.... But hey, for what my word is worth to you, I was at the warehouse because I heard there were some really cool toys inside.... But when you showed up, I had to put things on hold, you know?"

>>184570
>>184571
I find myself more and more intrigued by this individual that dogs us so, and cast out with my magnetomantic senses, looking for any sort of metallic presence about her feet or legs that could be locked down, but she remains frustratingly free of metal, save her few tools, which only shift minutely when I reach towards them, their magnetic fields perilously difficult to perceive through all this metal. ....Then again, that has functions of it's own. I cast about, and locate a chimney and two pipes passing near the person above, and after carefully slaving them to both my will and the metal about them as anchors, I strike, wrenching metal about in a storm of motion, looking to snare she who follows me. But again, I feel her body shifting, flexing and tensing, with the end result that no matter how I strive, she dances out of captivity. I hear joyful laughter, and feel the individual skip back, away from my impromptu trap, as she speaks again, on the edge of entering one of the multitude of metal-clad houses... and likely vanishing from my senses again.

"Aw, and we were being so polite this time.... You know, it's not very cool when a guy can't accept being rejected.... buuuuuuuuut you didn't try to fillet me this time, so hey, we're making progress! Welp, see you around, then."

Without any further comment, the figure retreats into the building, and vanishes from my perceptions yet again. Blast. ...Well, on to other matters, as I watch the sun slowly dipping, the afternoon creeping along, as I consider what to do next. I still have not gone to Captain Fragellus, still presumably on his ship (which I note is still in harbor), to confirm my travel back..... hm.

>>184572
I consider potentially dropping Captain Fragellus' services, as I now have a ride on the Storm Bitch... until I recall I only arranged for enough weight allotment for Jezebel's goods and the clay golem Geodiaz. I suppose I could try to negotiate for more weight, but it seems a bit belated to pursue such a path. ...I also recall all of my possessions are still in Jezebel's shop, hopefully being watched by Moss.... and as I look beyond the port town itself, deeper inland on the island, I dimly see two specks on the horizon, looking betwixt a closely placed pair of buildings. It would seem that Keddic and Dregas are going to arrive in the near future.... perhaps two hours from now, I'd imagine, just before sunset.


What should I do?
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No. 184600 ID: db42d1

>>184596
The girl we named the Arcanoworks after?
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No. 184601 ID: db42d1

>>184595
Anyway, not quite up to us. If the state goes 'out', we don't have enough popular support to go 'no, you'. And We don't want this game to finish before it got started.
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No. 184605 ID: d3dfb8

How bout we head down to Jezebels shop, grab our shit and meet up with Keddic.
Hopefully our little stalker will show up again.
Maybe we could hire her too. >.>
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No. 184606 ID: db42d1

...Damn. Well, we need to make sure our boat is good to take everyone back. And I'd suggest we decide which boat to go on. I semi-trust Fragellus, so I suggest the new recurits go on that boat, and the battle hardened death machines goes on the one with...acquaintances... just to make sure.
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No. 184608 ID: e31d52

>Anyway, not quite up to us. If the state goes 'out', we don't have enough popular support to go 'no, you'.

Yeah, at that point we'd have to decide between killing those officials and saying something unfortunate happened to them, or finding a new home.
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No. 184610 ID: d3dfb8

>>184601
Who says the State could stop us?
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No. 184615 ID: 8ded52

Dang... this woman is nice.
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No. 184624 ID: 445c48

Gee, we shouldn't have done that, we should have used those pipes and such to make a ladder for her to get down here. I thought we were trying to be civil?
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No. 184634 ID: 275a5d

>>184608

There are all sorts of methods of convincing outside of war. Such as offering our services overtaking another outpost for the state in exchange for ownership of the Arcanoworks in it's entirety.
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No. 184636 ID: db42d1

>>184608
>>184610
Popular support. We can go 'kill', which is unlikely to net us friends with any of the villages we've freed, our militia, Keddic our badass friend, or the State we're trying to usurp, or we can be sweet and honeyed, point out that we've already cataloged the works here, and our public works are doing wonders - but if we have to move on, you can take this area, the world nightmares, and the book keeping but only if you're direct us to another station that we can liberate and operate into while you build up this area. What? Oh yes, this place is ripe with World Nightmares, we were just taking care of that.

This is slow knife work, not lasers and nukes. Build up in cut off towns, make them enjoy our help and the state, then just March to the capital and Caesar the fucker.
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No. 184639 ID: db42d1

>>184624
Darn, you know what we should have said? 'We were just trying to give you a hug.' Because it would have been true.

Anyway, lets get to our boats, shall we? And someone think up something we can overact about. I suggest lack of family to Keddic.
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No. 184642 ID: 445c48

>>184639
Ah, how about something like "Ah, I love the sea, it brings back memories of when me and my son went fishing" and then when asked about the son say you haven't seen him in several decades or something.

I don't know I'm not a writer, damnit.
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No. 184643 ID: a594b9

>>184597
Get our butts over there to confirm our passage back! PRONTO.

Request that Jezebel allow you to carry her and her stuff so we can make better time.
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No. 184654 ID: db42d1

>>184642
Eh, I was going more for 'I never had kids' or 'They're so distant, not like Gialgorra...' Something nice and SOAPy.
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No. 184681 ID: 275a5d

Before we leave, I want you to locate the tallest metallic building near the docks. From this point on, focus your magnetic sense there, as thats the most likely position or her to watch us.

I want to catch this person. Inform Keddic of this individual, and ask him, quietly, mind you, to maintain position near said building until everyones ready to leave.

IF we sense her, we are to signal him by tapping our foot on the ground as though we are impatient. Then he's to attempt to sneak up on her while we keep her distracted through talk.
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No. 184686 ID: c00244

>>184642
It appears that we need a fictional history. I shall invent one. Please offer comments.


Mage Mordre was born a younger son to a noble family which was quite minor, but still had more money than they knew what to do with. His passion was for magic from a young age, and his family bought him some of the best tutors available. He cared for little else, with the possible exception of [insert lifelong hobby or two].

By the age of twenty, he was well on his way to being a master of his first art, and abruptly found himself married to a somewhat higher ranked lady as part of a political move by his parents. His wife was an adept in the realm of noble politics and had nothing but disgust for her overly studious husband. While both their families prospered over the next three decades, their marriage did not. The son and daughter she bore out of duty were raised in their mother's image, and lacked respect and appreciation for their father's bizarre arcanic diversions and the endless stream of money they demanded.

The Mosmordren Empire's war eventually reached Mordre's lands, but while his family fled with the bulk of their wealth the middle-aged mage refused to leave his work. Logically enough, he was captured and his materials confiscated; luckily, a certain imperial research mage was fascinated by his work and arranged for him to be transferred to a certain facility, where he spent several years bending his knowledge to the Empire's benefit- and learning arts which few others possessed.

The facility in which Mordre was imprisoned- not that he minded, given his circumstances- was captured, however, in a bold offensive by some of the Empire's enemies. Mordre concealed his knowledge and preserved his life by transferring himself into the cells holding those to be used as soul fuel shortly before it fell, and after being freed fled the region as quickly as possible. He was hundreds of miles away by the time of the great spell which destroyed the Empire proper.

The next few years were difficult, as Mordre found work befitting a mage of far lesser talents, ever wondering how he could possibly acquire the resources he once possessed. His first wife and son were dead in the war, his daughter wed to a petty noble with neither wealth nor patience for leeching relatives.

His greatest stroke of good fortune eventually came for him in the form of the woman who would become the mage's second wife. Though far younger than Mordre's six decades, the sharp young merchant woman found herself attracted to his drive, knowledge, and personality. They traveled together for some time before eventually marrying and turning her ever-growing wealth to Mordre's greatest dream: To bring fruit from the research project that the Mosmordren Empire now never would, using knowledge lost to all others, the remotely controlled golem.

Over the next few years, lands and equipment were secured, and Mordre labored tirelessly over arcanic inscriptions, theories, and formulae while his wife ranged far and wide, returning periodically to deliver the esoteric items that he often called for and to share in her husband's joy at the growing success of his creation. Eventually, Mordre asked her to bring him the final necessary piece of the puzzle, a fully functioning Soul Grave.

She did so, but at a cost Mordre would not have been willing to pay were he told of it in advance; the Mosmordren Empire's curse had not faded from the land when she ventured into its depths, and the golem arrived at Mordre's laboratory alone but for a note containing her final words of love.

It took another three years of constant testing to activate the Soul Grave, and two more to establish an interface as smooth as the current one. Upon the decision to field test the Soul Grave, Mordre decided that it would require escorts, and his servants procured an 'apprentice' for him- really nothing more than a youth taken off the street of the nearest city with the promise that he'd learn magic. Mordre taught him some of the basics, but as with most obsessed and driven people did not make a particularly skillful teacher. Arkus' real purpose in Mordre's eyes is to provide a mage on site in case something goes wrong, if an ill-trained one, and to perform any necessary modifications that require external input, rather than to act as a true apprentice.

Today, Mordre is seventy-one years of age, and dwells within his laboratory in a remote location. Also dwelling there are two maids, both of whom were hired by his second wife and have been living with him since before her death, and their families- their husbands are usually out hunting or making the lengthy journey to the nearest city for supplies, and their children are absolutely forbidden to go on any of the floors with arcane equipment. The mage has been growing steadily more attached to the resident cats since his wife's death, though he never cared for them before, and rarely leaves the handful of rooms filled with the equipment for his work. His accounts have been steadily falling for the last decade, but such was his wife's success as a merchant that they are still far from depleted.

While he frequently talks about publishing his work once it's done, the truth is that Mordre has no intention of publishing his work or otherwise revealing its functioning to others. After decades of labor, tens of thousands of marks, and the loss of his wife, the aged mage feels more than a bit possessive about his brilliant development. Anyone who desires knowledge about his findings will first have to gain his friendship and respect.
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No. 184690 ID: d1210a

>>184605
>>184606
I start marching back to Jezebel's shop, thankful on arrival to note Moss did indeed return to guard the place, and that my belongings are unmolested. I reclaim the bag of 528 marks, the box with the Twins of Gavrock, and the remaining rations as Jezebel frets about her shop, idly putting down the bundle of goods she carries with a belated sigh.

"Well, I guess I better start organizing this if it's all going to get shipped..."

Jezebel buries herself in doing what she can to clean and order her basement dwelling, already ignoring me again as she focuses on her work. I decide that if she is so occupied, I could use this time to insure my own ride is still available.... but first...

"Moss, I want you to do something for me."

While previously it had been lolling in the sun, it's leg's splayed, Moss manages to writhe upright in very short order to attend to my words, cocking it's head to the side.

"I need you to keep Jezebel here safe, Just in case anything happens while I'm away, Do you understand what I need of you?"

With a sound like a tree shattering, Moss nods it's head, and assumes a sitting position, a wooden gargoyle to guard the battered entrance to the shop. I see Jezebel look up from her work to glare over at my exchange, but she offers no comment before returning to her duties. I exit the building, and walk the short distance down the pier to Fragellus' ship, the captain already waiting for me as I arrive, having noted my approach well in advance.

"Alright, you're here. Look, we need to ship off soon, or else we'll miss the last of the daylight, and I'd prefer to not deal with night sailing."

Ah. Keddic and Dregas will not arrive until well past when one could sail without having to use the moon, due to arrive just before dusk. This could be a problem for Fragellus. I look farther down the docks, and note an ugly, wide-hulled ship with black sails bearing the name 'Storm Bitch,' as well as a steady stream of crates and barrels being carried off the ship, with only three small boxes being brought on board. Interesting....

...And what is even more interesting, is that as I pushed my attention outward, I found a familiar presence of tiny metal tools along with a body bearing almost no other metal implements, residing in the crow's nest of the ship betwixt Storm Bitch and Captain Fragellus' ship. Considering I see no crew on that ship, I doubt this individual I sense to be anyone but the one I've run into twice before.... though how could she have gotten up there without arousing suspicion? Hmm....


What should I say to Captain Fragellus, and what else should I do?
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No. 184705 ID: 8ded52

Maybe she's on crew? But just in case she's not, TAKE A GOOOD LONG LOOK UP DERE.

"Ah, Im sorry captain but my good will not arrive until nightfall, do you think you could come and fetch us in the morning, the extra cost will be covered of course."
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No. 184713 ID: a594b9

>>184690
Are we not basically the main cargo of Captain Fragellus's ship?

Well... dealing with night sailing might be a bit of a trouble spot but we do want to have both ships sailing at the same time.

I think we should perhaps ask Captain Fragellus to delay his ship for a time. Either until the morning or simply for a couple of hours... depending on when the other ship will leave.
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No. 184723 ID: d1210a

>>184713
"My good captain, I have acquired more goods to transport back, And unless you have room for some twenty tons more cargo, We shall have to wait for the other boat to be loaded, So that we may sail together. The ship should be ready soon, And we can depart then, or in the morning if you prefer."

"...Pfah. I can't wait till morning, some of this stuff needs to be in shops come morning, so one way or another I'm leaving today. ...How long till the other ship is ready... and which ship is it?"

"'Tis the 'Storm Bitch,' on arranged contract, And my new golem should be here soon, oh yes, I'll be seeing to loading the rest of the cargo myself, As I acquired the services of an inventor as well."

"Hm, been right busy then. ...Alright, I'll wait.... IF you pay me the second half of the fair now, as assurances you will be coming back to sail tonight, and not just keeping me in port for no reason. And this ain't open to negotiation, either pay up or board now, because unless you do one of those this ship will leave without you."

I put down my bag of gold and other supplies cradled in my left hand, and count out 55 Marks, which I pass to Fragellus.

"Alright, there is your money, So you shall wait, yes?"

"I accepted your pay, so long as you come back today, this ship will still be waiting for you, though I'd appreciate a swift exit. You said you're going to be doing some hauling, do you want to load your things in hand on board now?"

I consider my carried equipment and purchases... and hit upon an idea. I march on board, and carefully lay out the box containing the Twins of Gavrock between my metal rations and the bag of coin, carefully drawn shut and reshaped. On top of this line of goods, I carefully place Diozagrath's sword, sealing to the deck my coins and my purchase beneath a shroud of several tons of metal. I then nod to Fragellus, as I step back off his ship.

>>184705
As I move away, heading to the Storm Bitch, I cast a glance upwards at the crow's nest, trying to sneak a peek of it's occupant, but the nest is too high, the angle wrong no matter how I try, and I see nothing. As I approach the Storm Bitch, a man jumps down to the docks and rattles out a quick report.

"Right, you must be the one we was told about, the things what ya wanted got loaded on already yeah, so what about the twenty ton stuff got mentioned, what's getting loaded?"

Keeping my attention constantly about the crow's nest, seeking any opening or hint about who is tracking me, I respond, explaining the need to transport the goods of an entire shop, some ten tons of assorted mostly metal objects and tools, and an incoming clay golem some thirteen feet tall. The man before me scratches at his stubble, before turning back and calling out a question to his crew-mates on the ship.

"Oy, are we supposed to help 'im move stuff on board?"
>"You heard Diomand, polite treatment, the whole thing."
"..That's what I was afraid of... alright then, need a hand loading anything?


What should I say or do? And should I attempt any further conversation with the person following me?
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No. 184728 ID: 445c48

Mention that, yes, you will need a hand with one ton of fragile goods that your giant hamfist cannot load onboard without damaging.

Find a metal plate, magnetomance something along the lines of "Oi, want to talk, you crazy stalker?" (but more polite) and then magnetomance it over there.
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No. 184729 ID: e31d52

>>184723
"I will need assistance with anything that is fragile, as I daresay this golem was not made for delicate operations. Otherwise, I can do some of the work. Diomand was most polite to lend me this ship, I see no reason to retain hostilities."

Flex Sable.

"You agree, yes?"
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No. 184732 ID: 45be60

>>184686
passable in a general form, but there are too many details which would be traceable. We would know the name of the imperial research mage who taught Mordre. That could be looked up, records found. We need far more data before we could come up with a candidate to fit that story. The same goes for any names really. (And does that timeline with the fall of Mosmordre fit? For that matter, do those details actually add anything other than a way to lose a fortune?) We want our details to be as difficult to disprove as possible.

In any event, the first rule of having a cover story is to have it planned out, and the second is to tell as little of it as you possibly can.
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No. 184736 ID: e31d52

It's simple. We tell them we're shacked up in the remains of mosmordre, in a safe place. We tell them the location (it's actually Kyorto's tower). Then we send a runner ahead with a note to Kyorto about what to expect. She can do illusions in her own tower, yes? An old man, some cats, and his servants wouldn't be very difficult.
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No. 184743 ID: 445c48

Why would we reveal "our" location anyways, we wouldn't.
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No. 184747 ID: c00244

>>184732
Oh, I agree, we'd never tell anyone more than glimpses of this tale. What I'm trying to establish is a framework so that when we reference parts of our cover they all work off a single coherent whole, rather than being disparate fragments which may or may not fit together. We don't really need to fill in the generalities with specifics, since the point is to support vague references to past experience more than to provide a complete tale for others.

I admit that a good portion of it is theoretically traceable, but much is not. Everything involving the Mosmordren Empire is effectively solid- literally every citizen of the empire is dead, and virtually all their knowledge vanished along with them. That gives us a convenient source of training which no one else has, which is meant to back up our presumed future claims that no one can replicate our research- presumably, our method of golem remote control is somehow bound up in soul magic, and perhaps even restricted to use in soul graves.

There are only so many minor nobles and well-off merchants, I admit, but neither are rare enough to be easy to trace back- someone looking to crack our backstory through that angle would have to be obsessive. I think that the timeline fits, but it couldn't hurt to give it a check.
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No. 184771 ID: d1210a

[For reference, Mordre has 473 Marks in the bag currently on Fragellus' ship beneath the sword.]

>>184728
>>184729
"I can handle most of it myself, but there is about a ton of goods that are too... Fragile, I suppose, for this golem of mine to safely handle, And so I'll need help taking care of that."

Several of the crew of Storm Bitch grumble and groan at this.... but nonetheless six people dourly jump to shore, and pad after me as I make my way to Jezebel's shop, noting Moss still resolutely guarding the door, attentive to my earlier command. After I explain to Jezebel what these men are here for, she starts directing them about to gather assorted goods, as she directs me towards the larger contraptions she has already unbolted from the floor, and in short order all seven of us return to the Storm Bitch, my own form piled high with carefully magnetized and balanced collections of heavy gear, easily some five tons in the one load, with the Storm Bitch's crew slowed by their fleshy frailty. As I carefully stow the first (of hopefully only two) loads, I turn back to the ship betwixt Fragellus' and the Storm Bitch, still sensing the lazy presence of my observer. I move closer to the ship as I carefully eject a blade from my right shoulder, and float it upwards, repelling it carefully with my own body as an anchor, to stop as a stable platform beside the crow's nest as I call out to the one above.

"Oi, want to talk, you crazy stalker?"

"Aw, now you've gone and hurt my feeeelings, so mean... well, now I don't particularly feel like riding your little blade of doom, so sorry... wait, no I'm not. So, that's three times now you picked up on my presence without me becoming visible, very nice. Tell you what, you seem to have some interest in me, the same as I in you. So I propose a trade: A question for a question, I'll answer what you ask as best I can, if I get to start, and you answer the following: How did you find me each time? I admit to being quite intrigued, to keep getting found like this."

Hmm... well, truth be told it was a combination of things: My sense of magnetomancy, the coincidence of others having been on the roof I first met her on just before her arrival, and the consistent set of tools she carries, distinctive for being dozens of fine, slender tools all parallel to one another, a pack of such strapped to each leg. It was this collection of things that has led to my identification of her, though I wonder how much of it I should tell.... and what kind of questions I could ask.


What should I say or do?
[If you want to ask multiple questions, post some possible answers Mordre could give to questions a curious passerby could have, that way I can do more back and forth in the next update.]
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No. 184772 ID: e31d52

>>184771
"Ah, it is but simple magnetomancy, my dear. You see, there is iron in your blood, and your weapons. However, I warn you that further stalking me might result in the two of us having something of a falling out, which would be most regrettable."
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No. 184776 ID: d3dfb8

>>184771
This golem has eyesight augmentation. I can sense the presence of people through walls. Mostly just aura sort of things.
Did someone hire you to follow me?
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No. 184779 ID: d3dfb8

We met the other three of Gialgora's daughters, I'll bet this is the forth daughter Gwendelazia.
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No. 184780 ID: d3dfb8

>>184772
This.
>>184779
Are you sure your father is fine you you gallivanting around the city stalking Soul Graves?
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No. 184784 ID: a594b9

"My mastery over Magnetomancy allows me to sense iron even in the blood of those around me. And those tools you have are visible to my senses as well. Lockpicks, if I'm not mistaken?"

If anyone wonders who we're talking to we can say there's someone climbing outside our tower window, and we are having a pleasant conversation with them.
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No. 184819 ID: 8ded52

>>184784
this
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No. 184823 ID: 275a5d

Whoa whoa, lets not be so hasty. We can tell her how we sense her, WITHOUT telling her how we sense her.

"I can tell your position by the blood in your veins."

100 percent true. Without compromising our capabilities.
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No. 184826 ID: 275a5d

Regarding questions:

"Would you happen to be one of the good Professor's relatives? I understand this place has some few eccentrics, but a good percentage of them seem based around the good doctor...hmm, not that I can talk, I suppose."

Also

"I must admit curiosity as to how you managed to clear such distance so easily the first time you escaped me. Most intriguing."

Also

"Well, if we're going to be telling all about ourselves, how about we get to the basics? What is your name, young lady?"
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No. 184828 ID: e31d52

>>184823
ooooh this
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No. 184830 ID: 275a5d

Regarding answers to most likely asked questions:

What are we doing here:

"Seeking hires and various explorations of rumors. Gialgorra's invention and certain technological enhancements that can be found only in this region."

What is our name:

"Mage Mordre, Master of this Soul Grave, Practitioner of the Arts, Creator of-"

"She didn't ask for a title, sir." Formal male voice.

"Well I'd think that sort of proviso is taken as written, here. Can't I be allowed to impress? You're getting as bad as the other two!"

"You asked me to keep you on topic, sir. You have a busy schedule."

"*grumble*no fun, Watson. Yes, well, Mage Mordre will do."
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No. 184831 ID: 58ec1e

>>184823

excellent idea
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No. 184833 ID: 275a5d

>>184823
Also, it should be noted, this answers her question, fully.

She asked how we found her. Not how we identified it as her. If she wants to know that...well, thats a whole 'nother question.
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No. 184835 ID: 275a5d

Also, as a final note: If she at any point decides to leave without politely introducing herself in person, magnetomance all of her tools to your grasp while saying the following:

"All things considered, I'm afraid I'm going to have to claim a price for the whole spying thing. You can have these back when you're ready to have a proper discussion.

It was a pleasure talking with you."
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No. 184841 ID: db42d1

>>184686
You know, I like this. We should start a back story for our cats, Illia, Bethany, and actually decide on how many servants we have.

I mean, are we a friendless old man who stays locked up in his tower with his servants and lives vicariously through his golem? Do we go down to tea with the vicar every so often and leave the golem on auto?

Anyway, as for answers: "The reason I find you all the time is because you're always on rooftops."
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No. 184842 ID: db42d1

>>184835
Seriously, if we are nice she seems to like then. When we act as dicks, she hops, vanishes, and mocks us.
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No. 184850 ID: c00244

>>184842
Indeed. Let's be polite and play nice; clearly this is one of those tricky characters.

>>184771
For our question, I suggest, "What are you doing with your life?"

That's right, I want another employee. Sneaky burglar woman seems like an excellent candidate for training us a cadre of agents.
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No. 184852 ID: db42d1

>>184850
While I agree with being nice, and finding out about her, remember we need to get cash flow before hiring again.
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No. 184854 ID: 275a5d

Are we suddenly going to hire every person that confronts us?

I'm just pointing out that the whole "SPYING" thing is already a dick move on her part. Why should we stand for it without a little bit of fun? It's not even a dick move, we're just exacting a recompense.

Thieving from the thieves. We'll offer it back once she decides to cease this faffing about and talk to us if she's so curious.

Besides, she knows what we look like, and we don't know her. Thats a situation that could be problematic.
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No. 184855 ID: 275a5d

>>184686
How did I miss this wall of text?

That is an awesome bit of history. Bravo, my full support to adapting this or something similar.
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No. 184860 ID: 445c48

I think we should, you know, talk to her a little bit more before attempting to hire her.

And yes, I support telling her that we simply sensed the blood in her veins, and not telling her that we sensed her tools and such. And I support being polite, can't we have a civil conversation for once?
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No. 184862 ID: 31c697

I don't think we should tell her that it's the tools we identify her by. We'll give her a half truth.

"It would be very hard for you to get close to me without being noticed. This golem can sense the blood inside your body."

If she asks about our plans and purposes then say that we are forming a new organisation for free thinkers, researchers and visionaries who want to change the world.
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No. 184863 ID: 45be60

Guys guys, isn't sensing blood in the veins of a person supposed to be HARDER than sensing tools? We had to be told hints and stories to figure out we could do that. Why would we want to tell her we could identify her doing the more difficult task and leave out the easy one?
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No. 184865 ID: 31c697

>>184863
Because the only reason we can IDENTIFY her is from the distinctive tools! If we tell her it's the tools then she'll just stop wearing them and she'll blend into the crowd.

If she thinks she can't avoid being sensed then she might just accept that she can't sneak up on us or she'll focus on something like hiding her blood from magical senses when we can still sense the tools.

She'll figure out that we're a magnetomancer anyway since we did try to trap her with the pipes and gutters earlier. The flying saw discs are probably a giveaway too.
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No. 184869 ID: 445c48

Blood sensing, though, doesn't exactly mean magnetomancy. She might think we use blood magic to sense her blood, and know it's her, and she might not think that magnetomancy can sense metal, just mess with it.
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No. 184889 ID: 45be60

Well how about an answer which sounds plausible, because it is almost true, yet still tells her nothing at all about us?

"Did you know my dear, that a Soul Grave can sense the souls of the living around it? No, I suppose not. Neither did I until I discovered how to perceive through the senses of one. It is the closest thing to a sense of smell this shell has."
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No. 184895 ID: 0fe930

>>184889

Sounds good to me.
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No. 184937 ID: 907fe6

>>184841
Definitely about the cats and the rooftop. Instead of instantly answering, have a cat meow then give her the roof answer then ask her our question again.
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No. 184947 ID: f3077b

Note to Bob: As we can now get SOAP, do we have any built up over past straight overacting or are we starting at zero?
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No. 185041 ID: 07fd71

>>184889
Okay, I like this one. And it reminds me of a question I have been meaning to bring up. When we see the souls of the recently dead standing around from time to time, like Ozzie was, do the humans in the area see that too?
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No. 185114 ID: 6164e0

>>185041
[NO, actually, they largely don’t, only particularly strong willed souls are generally perceivable (Kyorto or most Heroic souls would count). So Only Soul Graves (and Soul Mages) can see the souls of… well, the non-important, those without the will to set themselves apart. Good eye to catch this.]

>>184947
[Minor points have been earned for a couple things, but pretty close to zero, less than ten total point queued for the next SOAP moment worthy of point notation]

>>184772
>>184784
>>184819
>>184823
>>184828
>>184862
”I ca tell you position by the blood in your veins, And so I accept your offer of questions for questions.”

“Oh? Blood magic, then… well, that makes sense, anyone with enough resources to get their hands on a Soul Grave could probably get a license for Blood magic too… and clearly, a rather useful trick to have. Oooookay, What’s your first question, Mr. Mordre?”

>>184776
”Did someone hire you to follow me?”

“Awwwwww, that’s a bit of a boring question. No, no one hired me to watch you, though I suppose that might change in the future, at the rate you’re going. Trying to make you splash quickly, I guess. Okaaaay, so, what are you doing here on Golgan Island, Mr. Mage?”

>>184776
”Seeking new hires and chasing down rumors, really. Gialgorra’s inventions likewise incurred my interest, So I suppose my stay here is for multifaceted reasons. So, is your father alright with you gallivanting off like this?”

“Well I wouldn’t know, daddy dearest has been dead for quite some time, ad I’m not particularly good at talking with the dead. …Hahaaaaaa, bet you thought I was someone you know, tooooo bad, sooooo sad. So, who are you hiring?”

>>184826
”I have currently procured the services of Jezebel, An inventor that has worked here on Golgan Island, And Lord Dregas, a capable golem operator. …I must admit, I am most curious about our first meeting, What means enabled you to move so in your leap?”

“Hmm? Oh, the spatial grapnel. …Yeesh, that one’s a gooood question, no lie there. Okay, so I happen to have this enchanted grappling hook, and I can hook it on… well, anything, so long as I can perceive the concept of the grapnel latching onto it. …It’s a bit complicated, and I didn’t pay all that much attention to the guy who made it, but basically… I can latch the grapnel onto any patch of space, irrelevant of whether something is there, I guess? …Again, not too shabby of a question. Okay, those two dots on the horizon, one pretty big, I assume to be your Soul Grave coming to port. My question is this: Who is it that is managing to keep pace with that Golem and operator?”

”Ah, that would be Sir Keddic Harksburton the Forth. So, what is your name, young lady?”

“I was wondering when you’d ask that! Hmm…. Well, that one’s a bit tricky to answer, as I have quite a few names. Now, obviously I can’t tell you ALL of them for just one question, but… hm how about this: My birth name is Ellayia, there, now you can’t argue with an answer like thaaat! Okay, counter-question: How do you know this Harksburton individual?”

>>184850
”He is a comrade of mine, A traveling companion, And a friend, if I had to sum it up. I know him from mutual endeavors, Within the Azelhaedran State. So… what are you doing with your life?”

“Hoooooooo… now THAT is quite the question. Well, I suppose I do… whatever I feel like, actually. I live my life by my own choices, do what I want, go where I want, and in general try to have as much fun being alive as possible! …Hm, I guess that isn’t reeeeeally an answer… Well, I suppose I am something of a hirable scout, spy, thief, and sometimes assassin. There, that answers your question rather splendidly I should say… hm, what to ask… Well, since you’ve had two excellent questions so far, a counter question of my own: Where did you manage to find a Soul Grave, after several years of no seeker turning up anything? Or if you hid it to only bring it forth recently, when and where did you find it?”

As I consider how to answer Ellayia’s question, I note that those loading the fragile equipment have finished their first and second loads, some third of the way done with the one ton of breakable materials that need moving, while I have still only carried the one load(granted it was fully half of the total weight I have allocated to carry, but still). A glance past the buildings of the port shows Keddic, Dregas and Geodiaz steadily approaching, as well as the sun slowly sinking in the sky. Light begins to fade, ever so slightly. Several of the workers on the Storm Bitch look at me askance at the beginning of my conversation with a crow’s nest, but as responses trail down to me they simply shrug and resume their duties.


What should I say or do?
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No. 185122 ID: e31d52

>Where did you manage to find a Soul Grave, after several years of no seeker turning up anything?

Actually, we can awnser this compeltely truthfully without endangering our position, or even lying!

"Luck, my dear. Pure and simple."

"Now, my question for you: Have you the capability to kill an archmage?"
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No. 185124 ID: 445c48

>>185114
> I assume to be your Soul Grave coming to port.

What, does she think we have another one?
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No. 185131 ID: 445c48

>>185122
"Luck" doesn't answer where.

Say you were found deep in the ruins of the Mosmordren Empire. Truthful and completely believable. If she wonders why you were not found earlier, crazy warped magic creatures and such blocked you off, those were a bugger to get through, let me tell you. Not quite as truthful, but quite believable.

Ask about her rates.
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No. 185136 ID: e31d52

I can't think of what she would ask or I would post more awnsers.
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No. 185156 ID: 07fd71

Arkus found us in an unexplored ruin of the empire. He had to get something called a "soul grave leash" from a merchant, but the actual process of finding us seems to have been "go to the ruined land and have a look around. The truth here seems reasonable.

"The ruins of Mosmordre are a dangerous lands, the curse which destroyed them is still active. But if one is careful enough, and lucky enough, and knows enough about the dangers, there are still prizes to be found in the abandoned cities. By my reckoning, there were twelve Soul Graves unaccounted for six months ago. I needed a test subject to finish my experiments, and now, after considerable expense and the unfortunate deaths of several mercenary escorts, there are only eleven still missing."
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No. 185180 ID: 6164e0

>>185124
[Puny human eyes can only see so well.]

>>185122
>>185156
”You know how it is, one gets an interest in something, And really sets to seeking it out, I’m sure you’ve done the same. Well, the ruins of Mosmordre are a dangerous land, And the Curse that destroyed them is still very much active. But I knew at least six Soul Graves still existed, More if the claims of the destruction of another six were exaggerated, But either way only twelve of twenty four were already claimed. I simply invested time and money, until luck came my way. Now, my question for you: Have you the capability to kill an Archmage?”

“Hooooooooo, I was right to take an interest in you. Hm… well, hard to answer in general, what with how different mages can be… but a grievance against a high ranking mage of the Mortal Coil? …Ah, I’ll get to that, but first to answer: I have experience in the realm of ending the lives of the magically inclined, and I have been about when some rather powerful mages have died, so… possibly, depends on the mage. Well, with a lead in like that, I really have no choice about my next question: Who do you have a beef with, that you’d at least check in on assassination options?”

”Truth be told, I do not know if he IS an Archmage, I have simply seen him referenced as such in some writings, But suffice to say his actions have led to war, death, As well as leading to a Core Being nearly being released.”

“Oh damn. Well, that certainly would explain the want to end them, someone like that usually just keeps making trouble. …Hm, not the answer I was looking for, but good enough, and I’m having fun.”

>>185131
Then as you accepted my answer, My next question is thus: What are your rates?”

“Wow, a bit open ended… and since I just gave you a freebie, my answer will be appropriately frustrating. I charge 1/3 of the value of anything someone contracts me to steal as payment for my services, or the sum value’s third if getting a bunch of stuff. …Oh, did you mean my assassination rates? Soooooooooooo sorry, but that’s a whole nother question…. Besides, I don’t even know WHO this mage, maybe archmage is, other than that they sound like quite the jerk, the way you describe them. Hmm… you know, I don’t think I feel like talking more unless you tell me WHO this mage is, so…. Who is it?”


What should I say or do?
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No. 185190 ID: c00244

>>185180
Hmm. If she decides to sell Weinsho information on what we know about him after we tell her that, it wouldn't be good. And we have no means of knowing how reliable she is, or indeed if she wasn't sent here by someone to test us in the first place.

If we don't have her working for us at the end of this conversation, we should kill her to be on the safe side.
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No. 185198 ID: a594b9

>>185180
"Weinsho."
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No. 185202 ID: e31d52

>>185198
"Weinsho. I am seeking justice for him having an entire town, man, woman, and child, slaughtered, and then having the gall to write me a message in thier blood. Poor, defenseless children. I shan't rest until I..."

Pause.

"M-my apologies. I tend to get worked up over these sorts of things."
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No. 185213 ID: 903f16

>>185180
"I'm afraid to say if that's the case then this game is over."

I don't know why we even asked the first question. I'm fairly certain she wouldn't be able to pull off the assassination anyway. I'm not even sure why we asked, Weinsho is not the type of man you can just have killed. He's an archmage with some serious resources at his disposal. By asking this we've forced her to ask something we can't divulge and thus stop us from further questioning her.

I don't think we should kill her though, perhaps if she continues to follow us we should. We don't want a pesky assassin following us, possibly. finding out our secretes.
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No. 185265 ID: 445c48

>>185180
>[Puny human eyes can only see so well.]

Well, I was less getting at that and more at the "Silly thief thinks we control two of of the half dozen or so unaccounted soul graves"

Anyways, say, "Weinsho, if you've heard of him."
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No. 185276 ID: 907fe6

>>185202
Something along these lines, only less corny. I mean you want to overact but not too much as this chick can see through overacting I think.
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No. 185368 ID: 2c678f

Dang, I should have been here from before... hmmmmm

"My dear, I do not believe that I should be broadcasting such sensitive information, but if you answer my next question it will destroy most of the walls that keep us apart, What do you look like?"
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No. 185371 ID: 6164e0

>>185190
>>185198
>>185202
>>185265
>>185276
”I seek redress for grievances against the mage Weinsho, I seek justice for the monsters he nearly released on the land… And I want retribution for the brutal slaughter of an entire village, Every man, woman and child slain, and a meesage left in their blood. …It’s not right that he has gotten away with such, and I-“

I trail off for a moment, inviting Ellayia to speak again… and thankfully she does before I need to continue with my embellishment.

“..Huh. Well, that’s certainly some ‘bad mage’ type stuff there, no mistaking that… yeeeesh, Weinsho? One of the heros of Castiliathen? Hm… I’m assuming you lack proof of wrongdoing conclusive enough to bring him down by going to the Mortal Coil, all that. ..Haaaah, why is it people keep forgetting how a war hero becomes a war hero: By being a monster to everyone their nation is fighting, simple as that.”

>>185368
”Indeed… and I wonder about telling you such sensitive information. In fact, I’d feel more at ease if you were to let me know: What do you look like?”

“ha-haaa, I knew you’d get curious! Hm, well, that question is a bit like the name question: I can look a few different ways, if you understand my meaning. Anyway, right now I look like an oh-so-pretty and daring thief-adventurer, perky curvy body, about 5 foot eight… ah, I dyed my hair two days ago, currently red. What? Oh, you wanted me to SHOW you what I look like? Well, you should have asked your question more carefully, mr. mage., no dice. Okay, counter-question: Let’s say, hypothetically speaking, that I had an interest in maybe going after Weinsho, how much would you offer for my services to remove him, and what kind of time frame would I b working with? Keep in mind the shorter the time-frame desired for a resolution, the more expensive I get.”

>>185265
As I consider what, if anything, to say back to Ellayia, I consider several things. First, her earlier words indicated she thought the clay golem Geodiaz under Dregas’ control was a Soul Grave, the entity too distant for her to see clearly. I wonder if this information could be used to my advantage… Further, I note the crew moving goods from Jezebel’s shop have finished loading a half-ton of goods onto the Storm Bitch, at the midway point in dealing with the lighter cargo. Likewise, Keddic and Dregas have managed to drawa bit closer as the light continues to fade, steadily making their way to the port over the dusty and desolate lands of Golgan Island outside of it’s settlements.


What should I say? Do I have any more questions for Ellayia [If so, try to offer up more questions she might want to know the answer to so I can do more back and forth]?
Or should I abandon the questioning, and resume my cargo carrying work?
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No. 185379 ID: 2c678f

Hmm, I suppos4e I could have phrased the question better but no matter, we hopefully have a truthful description which we can use to identify her later.

I think you guys should keep in mind that if she does manage to kill Wenshio, we wouldn't get a badass mage soul out of it... or skin.

Let me see if I can get out of this line of questioning.

"I believe that is two questions my dear," If she can fizz on technicalities, so can we " which means that you owe me two answers, now as to the answers I shall give you....."
Somebody fill that in, I was gong to say that we don't know what the market is like but I thing you guys can come up with better stuff.

P.S I think it's high time that we replace our Anti-Vanguard Blade.
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No. 185384 ID: d92260

>>185371
Instead of asking her to KILL Weinsho, we should ask her to keep tabs on the guy and reveal his main base of operations. I'm highly doubtful that she's gonna be able to finish the job, what with DULU hanging about; I mean, she's not US. But if we know where he is, and a basic rundown of any remaining forces he has in reserve, we have a better chance of consolidating our resources and striking at him while he is unaware. Sure it'd be awfully convienient for Weinsho to be snuffed out by little miss assassin, but there are too many variables to take into account here.
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No. 185394 ID: 2c678f

indeed
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No. 185397 ID: 24f7a7

>>185379
What with? Our old list is our old Default Mortar, the Anti-Vanguard Blade Launcher which we have currently equipted, Anti-Infantry Cluster Shot, Anti-Golem Cannon which is the most badass weapon we have on us, and...General Purpose Manipulator which...as -awesome- as it could be when upgraded, I really shy away from.

And talking about these...Have we checked Ozmand The Hammer? The last time we used our Anti-Golem Buster, we got no hammer blow. Is Ozmand ok?
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No. 185403 ID: 2c678f

>>185397
Oh, I wasn't talking about replacing the Blade LAUNCHER, just the blade we were offering as a platform earlier.

You did however remind me about the Ozmand thing. What the heck is up with that.
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No. 185431 ID: 6834bc

>>185397
>>185403
Ozmand is fine. Diozagrath was just really fucking durable. The massive dent made to its chest was after the combined hit from the shell and Ozmand.
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No. 185435 ID: 2c678f

>>185431
I was talking about the lack of a crushing follow up when the drill busted the bad guy operator's hand off. I doubt that the Black steel stops soul based attacks.
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No. 185436 ID: 427807

hmm, this is probably bullshit, but maybe this chick IS dulu? I mean, we lost his soul, and it presumably must have been installed in a different body... and who else would be more interested in following us around. Also, consider she is not being hired by anyone right now... kind of curious.
Also, her answer to what she looks like is...curious. Maybe she's a shapeshifter...
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No. 185448 ID: 445c48

>>185436
Possible.

Also, FUKKEN SHAPESHIFTERS EVERYONE IS SHAPESHIFTER FUCK FUCK FUCK

or she could just be a master of disguise
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No. 185452 ID: e31d52

"What I would pay for such a job? Well, young lady, if you can bring me proof of the deed, I shall be happy to part with... hurm. How would you like one of the Twins of Gavrock? And, as a bonus, if you manage to capture a certain individual named Dulu alive and bring him to me, I shall offer you both, and the press, and a possible consistent job offer with me! Not to mention two hundred marks either way, my good lady. However, I advise that the man and his enterouge is quite dangerous, and since I've taken something of a liking to your adventerous young spirit, all I desire currently is information, about his forces, his location, and his capabilities. Currently he is a mystery to me! As to the time frame, the information I would like, oh, within two week's time. His death, if you manage it, would be prefereable in a month's time. Oh, one other thing, an oddity... If you do slay him, I will offer you ten rubies for his unbroken skin."

:3c

"Now, young lady, you must offer me two awnsers, for asking me two questions..."

Uh...
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No. 185455 ID: e31d52

Hey, if she's for hire and fine with killing mages, we can use her to get out remaining skins.

Just a thought.
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No. 185457 ID: 903f16

>>185448
>>185436

If this person is a shape shifter their powers a limited. They cannon change their hair color at will as evidenced by the fact they needed to dye it red. They probably have a neat kit of disguises augmented with magic to give them various appearances I'll wager.

As for her (?) being Dulu, I doubt it. Dulu probably does have a new body by now, but it's not likely this one. She followed us because we're an interesting sight, you don't see many soul graves out and about. Being out of work isn't too abnormal as well. Considering she was surprised by our blades and ability to sense her, skills we've used against Dulu many times, it's likely she's not the same person.
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No. 185459 ID: 903f16

>>185457
Cannot*
>>185455
Also, this is a good idea. We need three more skins (If the last skin we captured is usable after being healed of course). If we hire her then we could speed up the process of reviving Kyorto and gain access to all the delicious information she possesses.
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No. 185503 ID: d92260

>>185452
Why in gods name would you give her one of Gavrock's Relics, they damn near cost us half our spending money! Plus we don't even know what she can DO besides swing around on imaginary grapple points. The rest of the deal I'm fine with, but don't give away our investment, dude. Science and technology working together will open new paths towards greatneaa, and the relics of Gavrock will provide the first step for further delvinga into magitech.
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No. 185504 ID: 88a091

>>185452
It was 110 marks for a return boat-trip. 200 marks is not going to be enough for an assassination. Several thousand would probably be more suited.
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No. 185510 ID: d3dfb8

>>185504
You could probably have any ol' joe assassinated for 50 marks, a possible archmage? 200 isnt enough
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No. 185521 ID: 6164e0

>>185431
[You are ze crazy man, ze anti-golem cannon vas not at any time fired at ze Small Tomb captain, or otherwise involved in ze limb-loss therein. Ze limb loss was due to ze blades of ze launcher, und as such, Ozmand’s soul was uninvolved. It has at no point malfunctioned. Again, ze crazy, crazy man. Zis has been a public service announcement, from ze Sigmund Freud, who cautions you to carefully read ze posts, before ze theories are to be being made.]

>>185379
>>185384
”Ah, but that is two questions Ellayia, I could not answer both. But further, I would rather gain knowledge, Not Weinsho’s indirect death. Perhaps you could spy on him?”

“Ah, rather do the deed yourself? Gah, I bet you want his blood or his soul or his skin or SOMETHING, you mage types have some downright creepy things you do…. Well, spying? Okay, I could work with that. But if the opportunity presented itself, you would pay more for the assassination, yes?”

”Of course, but my primary concern is still information, So I would not encourage reckless acts: Strike ONLY if you can be sure of his death.”

“Well well well, would you look at that, a reasonable assassination attempt, have you done this before? Eh, whatever. No disguising the fact orders like those are preferential to me… ah, I guess that’d make for a discount, if I want to stay fair in my business dealings… ugh, hate being fair, soooo boring! Hmm… Okay, got any general ideas of where to look for the guy? Last I heard, Weinsho had fallen off the face of the earth oh.. ‘bout two years ago. No more public appearances, didn’t attend functions or anything. Given that, the trail is probably going to be right proper cold by now. So, if you want me to get to spying faster…. And knock more off the price for making my job easier… mind giving me your thoughts on where I should start looking for Weinsho? Or anything I’d need to know about him, in terms of stalking him, or potentially trying to end him?”

>>185455
>>185459
As I consider the possible merits of attempting to hire Ellayia to hunt down more mages skins for me, I think of what I may know about Weinsho, and what information I could offer. Concurrently, I also think of how I could explain the need for unbroken skins in any way that would not attract her further curiosity, if such a thing is possible. But most importantly, I think about what kind of prices I should quote to her, for assorted jobs. I recal a mark being roughly the equivalent of a head of cattle in worth, and that Verther, the Duran bandit king, had a bounty of 500 marks on his head, and I sincerely doubt Weinsho could be classified in the same range of threat or challenge. For a moment I consider offering 200 marks and one of the Twins of Gavrock, but I find myself immediately second guessing the very notion. Hmm…


What should I say? Where could I point Ellayia to for beginning investigation into Weinsho?
Further, what kind of rewards should I offer her for Weinsho’s death, unbroken skin, or information on his actions [If using gems as rewards, please recall gems can vary wildly in size, so classify gem reward in carats]?
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No. 185523 ID: 427807

>>185457
hmm, true. Either she can physically change her form, or she has devices for that, could be connected to the many small tools she always carries with her. Perhaps we should ask her what those are about?

Also, she may possibly not be dulu, but i still don't entirely trust her...
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No. 185524 ID: d8aeff

how about 500 marks and a useful magical item if the archmage is dead within a year. if she can bring both proof of Weinshos death and his notes/books within the next year she can have the marks, a bunch of magic items(mini-golem cannon, blood toga, ect.) and some rubies too. if she accept warn her of his possible metal, blood and soul detecting powers. if we have some left give her a bit of that anti magic metal (black steel?) to use for stealth and defence.
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No. 185530 ID: d8aeff

>>185524
> how about 500 marks and a useful magical item for spying on Weinsho. if she can kill Weinsho and mabey grab his notes/books she can have the marks, a bunch of magic items(mini-golem cannon, blood toga, ect.) and some rubies too. if she accept warn her of his possible metal, blood and soul detecting powers. if we have some left give her a bit of that anti magic metal (black steel?) to use for stealth and defence. as for location tell her about the mage one of our scouts spotted in the forrest after killing the would be bandit king.

changed to this after seeing your post Bob.
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No. 185531 ID: d3dfb8

>>185521
Alas, I appear to be strapped for time. If you are interested in helping me resolve my little issue with Weinsho meet me at the Kyogrock Arcanoworks in the Azelhaedran State.
I assume you will be the one lying prone on a rooftop.
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No. 185535 ID: e31d52

>>185524
>Or anything I’d need to know about him, in terms of stalking him, or potentially trying to end him?
"First of all, he can sense blood and iron, and manipulate it with ease. I do not doubt he could pull the very blood from thy veins, the dagger from thy hands. It is my suggestion that conventional methods may prove impossible, young lady."
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No. 185538 ID: 2c678f

Ah right. Reread the post, the AGC was reloaded and a AVB launched in the same sentence, got my wires crossed.

>>185531
And lol.
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No. 185539 ID: e31d52

Going to post prices for mage skins in the /disc/ thread. one moment.
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No. 185541 ID: 07fd71

>>185531
yeah, this. we should get moving, and probably stop offering to pay people money we don't actually have to spare.
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No. 185546 ID: e31d52

>>185541
Part of me wanted to offer an amount that was large but not impossible, then kill her when she brings us Dulu and the skin, for blood iron and a hero soul, and say she died to an unfortunate accident.

But that'd be mean.
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No. 185549 ID: d3dfb8

>>185546
MORAL DILEMMA TIME!
On one hand we are a sentient being that condemns others souls to a horrific burning end in a soulfire furnace.

On the other hand...

ok, well even with the whole soul grave thing going that doesn't mean our word isn't good.
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No. 185559 ID: d8aeff

>>185549

2 things, if we want an empire were going to need a trust worthy word. and while we are running low on coin at the moment it does not mean we will be pennyless when it comes time to pay her.
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No. 185632 ID: 24f7a7

>>185546
And a pointless loss or resources. We have a semi-nice assassin/scout who we should be ahble to hire with ease. THis is not something you kill because you want the money back. This is somethign you make money to get.
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No. 185680 ID: 6164e0

>>185530
>>185535
My thoughts turn to the mage Ugrokk saw in the woods, and I wonder if this might be Weinsho. Coupling that with what memories I pulled from Balboa and Daobo each when I consumed their souls, I try to put together a general picture of what Weinsho may be capable of….
”Hm, well of Weinsho’s capabilities, I know him to have command over Blood magic, Able to sense you the same as I, And quite capable of pulling blood from your veins, Should he detect you. Conventional methods could prove impossible, And it is for that reason I suggest spying instead. In any event, I believe that the forests of Duras, Near the city of Hletwa, would be the best place to start, I believe the recent bandit trouble there to originate with Weinsho.”

“Ho-hummm….. Well, alright, a decent starting place. And your emphasis on safety has been noted. Now, let’s talk price, unless you want to keep this hypothetical.”

”500 marks and a magic weapon of your choosing, Should you return with useful information on Weinsho. Further, if you can manage to kill him, well…. Suffice to say I will reward you most handsomely.”

“Hm… 500’s a fair bit, and a magic trinket from someone with Soul Graves and whatnot sounds rather nice, along with the implicit association I get with you, for further business, so there’s that too… buuuuuut nah, from how you phrased this Weinsho, he sounds like a real tricky customer, and for someone like that I think a bit more would be required for me to take the job. Now, since you went to the trouble of telling me all this, I’ll agree to not say a word to Weinsho, or seek employment from him… well, unless he has me by some ‘serve me or die suffering’ type dealie, you know how mages can be sometimes, there’s always SOMEONE who mucks about with mind control and other stuff like that…. Anyway, you’ll have to do better to get my interest.

>>185531
>>185541
”Sadly, I am operating under several time constraints, So I cannot stay to negotiate or communicate as I’d like. As such, if you still have an interest in me, or this job, Come seek me out at the Kyogrock Arcanoworks, In the Azelhaedran State, I’m sure you’ll find me.”

“Aw, no more time to chat now? Ooookaaaay… But yes, I’d say chances are good you’ll manage to run into me in the near future. …Ah, and if you think I am going to simply run off to signify the end of the conversation, gueeeess again! I feel like a nap, so…. Yeah, have fun hauling crates.”

I walk away from the docks, back into Jezebel’s shop, ad once more carefully stack contraptions about my body, magnetizing them to my form as appropriate, and work my way back out to the ship for even more careful unloading, as this time Jezebel comes with me, fussing over the placement of her every object. Considerable daylight is lost as dusk draws ever nearer, but thankfully meeting Jezebel’s exacting needs for securing and stacking her materials and equipment takes long enough that I hear a familiar voice crack across the length of the dock, many flinching away from it’s sheer volume.

“Hah-hah, it seems you found further transportation, how very MARVELOUS!! …Oh-ho, and it seems lady Jezebel has decided to-“
>”Oh can it you loud mouth, there’s no need to be that audible, or for you to try to shatter our eardrums!”
“Ah, my apologies lady Jeze-“
>”And stop calling me ‘Lady’ Jezebel, I don’t have a noble title, nor an interest in one, so you will refer to me as MISS Jezebel.”
“…WELL, Donwick Dregas, may I introduce miss Jezebel, a capable inventor who also seems to be accepting work with Mordre.”

As Keddic dumps Jezebel on Dregas to deal with, I take a moment to bring him up to speed on how we are getting back to the mainland. With everyone here, we actually manage to get both ships into the water, Fragellus’ ship bearing Keddic, Moss, Myself and my personal items, while the Storm Bitch carries Jezebel, her ten tons of equipment, Lord Dregas and Geodiaz the clay golem. We are quickly forced to sail at night as the sun vanishes shortly after leaving port, but between the two ship captains, they maage to maintain a steady course back to the mainland. During the trip, I consume the last of my metal rations, reforging the Anti-Golem Cannon, incorporating the designs I saw at Dimmond’s workshop. The process is slow, and takes the entirety of the darkened hours of the trip, but I find myself visually stimulated by watching the miles high, seemingly endless wall of viciously turbulent stormclouds wreathed in perpetual lightning that dominate the seas any distance from land. By the time we reach the port, I finish my modifications, and set to offloading Jezebel’s goods along with Keddic and Dregas with Geodiaz. The Storm Bitch rather curiously sets back off to see the moment our last piece of cargo is off, and Fragellus tips his hat to us as he makes his own way below deck, likely seeking sleep at this relatively late hour.

SOUL GRAVE SCHEMATIC UPGRADE: ANTI-GOLEM CANNON => ANTI-GOLEM REVOLVER CANNON [TOP-BREAK RELOAD STYLE]!!!
[The Anti-Golem Cannon holds six total shots at full capacity, and can regenerate shots in empty cylinders simultaneously! Max repeat fire speed: unknown. In all other formats equal to prior iteration of cannon.]


Okay, we are back on the mainland, and all together, late at night in a busy port town, with most of the larger buildings still lit.


What should I look for, and what should I do?
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No. 185682 ID: e31d52

>>185680
Tell Keddic that you MUST hurry back to meet the state official, give him moneys to buy a cart for all our new crap, and ZOOM!
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No. 185688 ID: dcd7da

>>185682
We are definitely gonna need more than a cart... how about hiring a caravan?

I do believe that between Keddic and Jezebel, this stuff can get done. If Keddic wants to come with us (and I can appreciate that) just tell moss to lead Jez and the others to you when everything is ready... and give him a pat before you go.
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No. 185689 ID: 275a5d

>>185680
"I must make haste, lest the State inspectors arrive at the Arcanoworks before myself. And that would simply not do.

*Count out half our remaining funds*

Keddic, do you believe you can arrange transportation for the cargo with this, and lead our good compatriots to the facility?

Between yourself and Lord Dregas' Geodiaz, I believe safety will be little issue."
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No. 185703 ID: 24f7a7

>>185680
Note: We are now good-ish Megatron. This is awesome. Note-to-self: Find Soundwave. Kill Starscream.

ANyway, durnign the boat ride we should bring Keddic up to date on everything that happened. The mob boss, the assassin, and the payments giving to us and made to the assassin.

When we get to port, we should first make sure that everything offloads properly and there hasn't been a killing on the Storm Bitch. Then we should take everything important: The Twins of Gavrock, the Sword of Diozagrath, and the two items made by Antoledo Gialgorra, the unknown Relic of Gavrock. Tell Keddic that he will be leading everyone else back, as we simply must get back before the State repesentive. Tell him not to mind the girl, and try and to work some good will into her and some resepct to her elders. Give him a good have to 3/4 of the funds to pay for a caravan/wagon back, whichever is easiest, while we book it back to get home as quick as we damn well can.
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No. 185706 ID: 903f16

>>185680

Let's have Keddic hire a caravan to haul the supplies like suggested above. We can charge off to the base with Moss while he and our golem operator follow the caravan.

While we run we should remark at how profitable our trip to the islands was. We gained several magical items, upgraded our cannon, transformed our entire form into a high quality steel, acquired a clay golem, and potentially made two valuable allies (Gialgorra and The Assassin).
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No. 185708 ID: 24f7a7

>>185706
Are...we telling this to Moss? I mean, nto to sound like an insentive ass to the little guy, but I don't think he really cares.
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No. 185711 ID: 903f16

>>185708
Not really, just more or less to ourselves. Probably should have said think to our self rather than remark. Either way that part really doesn't matter.
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No. 185715 ID: dcd7da

>>185708
Great, now we need some "Moss doesn't care" fan art too. Good going man >.>
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No. 185744 ID: 6164e0

>>185682
>>185688
>>185689
>>185703
”Well, as I still have to receive those State officials, I think I shall have to head along ahead back to the Arcanoworks. Keddic, could you take care of securing a caravan to move all this? Between you and Dregas, I doubt you’ll need protection, So only transportation should be needed, yes?”

“Hah, should be no issue at all! Who knows, we may catch up to you, depending on how much you sleep on the route back.”

[BAG O’ GOLD given to Keddic, who now possesses the 473 Marks Mordre still had on hand.]

”I’ve managed to get this to home on the Arcanoworks even without my attendance, So I believe I may make just as good of time on the way back as we did coming here. “

I make some brief farewells to my new hires, and set out, trekking into the night. Moss lopes along contentedly beside me, periodically leaping forth, snapping at the air in play. I continue to run in silence, amused by Moss’ antics as we race ever East.

[DAY 88]

>>185706
As the day slowly dawns, I ruminate aloud about my recent gains, deciding on a whim to confide in Moss.

”I must admit this recent venture to have been quite profitable. Besides gaining this improvement to my Anti-Golem cannon, I was reforged in a superior alloy, able to gain a runed clay golem, And a golem operator with a lordly upbringing to boot, As well as an inventor along with her entire shop’s worth of trinkets. I have gained a magical sword of some potency, and these pistols of Gavrock. Oh, and there is the comraderie I established with Gialgorra, A man with rather considerable resources at his disposal… All in all, a most rewarding venture indeed.”

I see Moss’ eyes, softly glowing in the night, affix themselves on me even as he runs, the creature directing a Unicode stare in my direction, as if questioning why I would even presume to think Moss cares, even in the slightest, about such matters. After all, for a being who seems to have had the issue of hunger completely solved, what could bother Moss in it’s day to day life? An interesting thought. The rest of the day passes in peaceful travel, bounding across the land without anything occurring, and soon enough it is night once again, though I pay the change in lighting no mind, and simply continue to run, all of my Magnetomancy still directed inwards to irk every bit of speed out of myself as possible… but with Diozagrath’s sword about, the going is somewhat hard, as I find myself overbalanced. I note my speed is somewhat dulled thanks to this misbalance. The day ends as I continue to ponder this dilemma, as I sense tin beneath the ground and tear forth some metal to consume (In my haste to travel, I had neglected to procure more supplies, a pity). Now, I am fed, and have some thirteen more pounds of metal, I should be fine for another 50 or more hours of optimal function. I resume travel, Moss relieved to once more be in motion.

[DAY 89]

Moss and I re-enter the Cursed lands about Mosmordre’s ruins, but nothing seems to give us issue, and the day transitions through morning, noon and on into night without incident as I nibble at the tin I harvested.

[DAY 90]
[-1 Soul monthly upkeep. Souls remaining: 549 Minimum: 12]

Mid-day Moss and I exit the lands blighted by the Curse, but not before I manage to snag another dozen pounds of copper, now fully supplied for the rest of the trip back to the Arcanoworks. For variety, I try mixing the tin and copper, but otherwise the day is uneventful, spent unceasingly traveling the same as those before. It is some time after dusk when we enter Duran land, a fact I am thankful for with their laws against Soul Graves. …I wonder if I shall ever be caught in one of my frequent excursions across their land…

[DAY 91]

Late morning I reach the Azelhaedran state, cutting a more direct route back to the Arcanoworks in an effort to offset the loss in speed due to Diozagrath’s rather weighty cleaver, still cradled in the Sable Executioner. It is nearly midnight when Moss and I finally arrive at the front gates of Kyogrock Arcanoworks, already opening at the hands of the Militia within…. Among which I note many new faces. ….Could those new recruits I had asked for finally arrive? Hmm…. I note several sparing curious looks at me, and realize they are only now seeing my altered form, different enough from it prior incarnation to warrant notice.

I do not see any of my lieutenants, though considering the hour that is not surprising. Well, either way, I am home, and Keddic shall be arriving at some point with the rest of my spoils from this venture.


What should I do, should I seek someone out to speak to, or should I wait until morning? [Currently almost midnight.]
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No. 185745 ID: e31d52

>>185744
Do something. Lack of activity is a bad idea when we do not tire.

Ask Moss to go get Arkus. This is prime time to speak privately with him. Something I want to tell him.

I'll put it here for the time being.

"Arkus, it has been a long time since we have met. In that time you have served me admirably. As I understand it, it is customary to exchange gifts on the date of one's birth in the year. Now, I do not know your birth, so please excuse my presumption, but I daresay you have been born anew as a result of our time together. With that in mind... I have a gift for you. Keddic will be arriving in some time with a large amount of goods. Within these goods are a package of arcane books from someone I helped save, of the Mortal Coil. They are yours now, Arkus."

Pause akwardly.

"Happy, er, birthday, my servant."

Shooting for SOAP here.
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No. 185755 ID: c00244
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185755

>>185744
We got slowed down because we spent days carrying around our sword in hand? Argh.

Please implement the bracket-sheath design as described in >>/questdis/326193; make general modifications as necessary to retain torso movement. This last is probably a useless gesture, but put little spikes on the catches so that anyone climbing them will slash up their hand.
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No. 185756 ID: 1ac39d

wait... the sword itself is none magnetic but you could wrap a magnetic metal around the handle and hilt enabling you to just magnetize it to yourself.
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No. 185759 ID: 427807

>>185745
Haha this is awesome!
Also, didn't we ask him to chop wood with his magic axe, hoping is would randomly do something? Lets see if it actually did

We should do some mundane activity after to pass time until the premen are up, and discuss with them the changes to come. Also, find derkin and ask for an update.
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No. 185762 ID: 445c48

>>185759
I think we got him to chop dat wood not for anything random but just to bulk him up.
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No. 185766 ID: 275a5d

>>185745
Something like this, but there is no need to force Arkus awake when we left him with a pretty busy schedule. Let the man sleep.

"Ah, excellent, now that everyones awake, I need a report on the current state of affairs."

To Arkus:

"Now, as you'll recall, I do believe we had something of an agreement. In my little venture, I managed to acquire more than a few goods and services, one of which is meant specifically for you. Piecing together what little knowledge can be managed from random tomes has been a rather tedious affair, I can imagine, so I've managed to acquire a text or two from one Mage Wendelin, specifically of the sort designed to train Mortal Coil wizards in some of the aspects of the arts. I thought you would like such.

Oh, but, as per the agreement made in good faith for those texts, do keep our good mages' name to yourself."
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No. 185767 ID: 275a5d

To Derkin:

"How goes the training of the recruits, specifically Ulzrick, Ellorika, and Vespinto?"

To Jojo:

"Any luck with the matter I asked you about?"

In general:

"We will need to make sure there is some space cleared within the Arcanoworks for an engineer and inventor whose services I procured. Some 10 tonnes of incoming equipment, all told.

Additionally, I've been ruminating on the problem of establishing a sustained line of income. Arkus, how long do you think it would take before we were set to manufacture weapons like the ones found when we first took the works? And Jojo, I don't suspect Lorgk would be averse to my request, but just in case, would Mordreden be willing to establish a trade with the Arcanoworks - rubies in exchange for weaponry and such?"
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No. 185825 ID: 24f7a7

Remember: It -is- midnight. I don't know if we should ham it up too too much, because, you know, sleeping.
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No. 185898 ID: 427807

>>185825
which is why the plan is to wait until morning, THEN interact
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No. 185922 ID: 275a5d

>>185825
Indeed, which is why I suggested waiting. In the meantime, inspect the grounds. find out what changes have been wrought.
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No. 185925 ID: 24f7a7

>>185898
I actually just read >>185745 and went 'this is a bad idea'. I didn't get a chance to read anything else as it was also midnight for me to and, you know, sleep.

Anyway, I think we should greet our militia that opened the door, ask if the state inspector has been around and then, tell them to be quiet about us having arrived. Ask them if they have any cotton or fluff we could borrow and, as I doubt they would have some we could just use, sigh then run out to the trees. Scrounge up a snowy white beard - or just a beard - and a red cone - or just a large cone. Come morning, act as Father Christmas. "HOHOHO! I have come bearing gifts! Arkus! Come here, I have books to give you! Hohoh..." WHen anyone asks about -their- present...act down cast and sigh and fidget. "I seem to have forgotton...erm. It is mostly large magical items and an impressive haul of technological equiptment. I did get you a enginner and inventor and another Golem User, ah...hah...yes. Forgive me, it's winter time here and I felt in the mood."
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No. 185933 ID: 445c48

>>185925
This is extremely silly!
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No. 185937 ID: 07fd71

>>185925
What is this I don't even
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No. 185939 ID: 275a5d

>>185925
We don't have the items with us, is the problem
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No. 185941 ID: 24f7a7

>>185939
I thought we did. Well, even hammier! 'I...seem to have forgotten all of the intresting items. I brought a sword!"
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No. 185948 ID: 275a5d

That just seems like getting everyones hopes up, then bringing them down.
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No. 185950 ID: 24f7a7

>>185948
Yeah, you're right. Sorry, just silly 'you know what would make a great ham' thought. If we -do- have anything other then our sword on us, it might be good but if not...yeah, lets just check to make sure the State inspector hasn't been around, and see what work has been done and how everyone is holding up. Introduce ourselves as quietly as we can as the mage Mordre and that we've upgraded ourselves.
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No. 185967 ID: a9e486

>>185950
I sorta agree with your original idea better. That way if state inspectors are there you can catch them off guard and if they aren't you can have some delightful surprises for your friends. At least some despite not having everything with you.
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No. 185968 ID: dcd7da

ASK ARKUS IF HE HAS UNLOCKED THE TOP ROOM YET!
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No. 185977 ID: db42d1

>>185968
In less capital letters and less, you know, demanding. Because we've already gotten one unicode stare and not more then a week ago. Anyway, lets not pester Arkus too much as we, well, gave him more then a full plate when we left. Give him some time off, I'd guess, and look at what Arkus has finished since we've been away.
I'm personally more intrested in how the roads are coming and if the station has been built up any or not.
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No. 185991 ID: d1210a
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185991

>>185745
[Since the caravan may not arrive for some time, putting this on hold until the documents are in Mordre's hand]

>>185755
I consider myself a fool as a simple set of blocks and bracket-sheaths come to mind as a minimalist and simply formed all-metal carrying method for Diozagrath's cleaver. I start rebuilding my form, confident in finishing the relatively simple modifications as I consume the last bit of foraged resources. I estimate this shall take me no longer than thirty minutes, to make the necessary modification to the largely immovable mass of my upper chest, avoiding the interlocked plates about my lower torso for, unsurprisingly, torsion. Soon I should have a balanced method of keeping Diozagrath's Cleaver on my personage, without occupying one of my limbs constantly.

>>185766
>>185767
>>185825
>>185898
I motion to the men to resume their duties, as I walk a short circuit of the Arcanoworks, several changes evidencing themselves:

--Outside the wall, on either side of the gate is a stable and guardhouse alike, now staffed with some dozen personnel each that I can see, lights still kindled. The wood for these stables came from where once a shantytown was built against the wall. Now, nothing is in direct contact with the walls of the keep, the ground clear of obstruction.
--The five fields inside are finally showing results, several crops starting to grow quite readily, and the five stone buildings show filled beds nearly everywhere I look. All said and done, I spot a total of two hundred eighty individuals, either through windows or on active duty, and I feel certain there are more. My numbers seem to have swelled considerably..... and so shall my food needs.
--Which thankfully do not seem to be an issue. Within the walls, a wooden warehouse has likewise been assembled from the deconstructed shantytown, and is stocked with food I am told is from Shellik, Trepany and Glenston. There is little danger of starvation here, and the wells have been providing water without end.
--I note the walls and five sentry towers about the Arcanoworks to now be staffed with three dozen personnel, each armed with a hand-cannon. I also note the sentry tower opposite of the gates to now have a newly restored Skyfall Cannon sitting within, and a dozen metal shells stacked on either side of it, four soldiers about it at any given time.

[DAY 92]

I content myself with these discoveries and stop moving in the early morning hours, and wait for dawn to come, and with it the waking of those I need to speak with. Sure enough, as the day begins I find Derkin come to peer at me suspiciously, before promptly nodding and darting off. A few minutes later, Derkin, Oggroth, Ugrokk, Oggroth, Jojo, Ulzrick and two other militia members, I presume Ellorika and Vespinto, all make their way to stand before me. Arkus seems to still be inside the tower at the moment... Hm, I shall leave telling him for later, as information about Wendelin's gift is to be treated as confidential, if I am to honor our arrangement. Once everyone forms up, I give them brief explanation, to expect Keddic in the near future with both an inventor and a golem operator (golem included). I do not mention the caravan will bring Mage Wendelin's pack, filled with instructions and explanations of runework, and instead ask if the State inspectors have arrived. After hearing they have not, I am informed of the changes to the Arcanoworks, and I take note of the information I had not already deduced.

--The Arcanoworks now has a permanent staff of 340 Personnel, But only 100 of them have had more than a few weeks of training in martial craft. Derkin has been working on it with some of those that remained after the bulk of the 60 loaned militia left. The Arcanoworks staff is now comprised of people drawn from Trepany, Trekel, Glenston, Shellik and several refugees, and are all in their early adult years, with no preexisting impairments, as far as I can tell. They are apparently mine to keep, happy to work for a mage (Again I am grateful for the choice to come to a land that honors mages and to enact a persona of heroism, as it is paying off in spades), a bed and steady food. As it is, they still are not asking for pay, which considering the relatively easy work, the quality of living conditions they found, and the amount of local fame I seem to be acquiring, it is not all that surprising.

--five of the new personnel had pre-existing experience with blacksmithing, and have restored the smithing equipment and facilities within the central tower to functionality, the first floor now cleared of books (I am told they were moved to a higher floor), and only the crucible of 1,500 gallons of morphic fluid accompanies the metalworking equipment. A full three forges are worked into the walls, apparently having been behind some of the book-cases. No one is sure where the smoke goes, as nothing emanates from the tower when the use them. Likewise, even though they are open staircases, the sound of smithing does not pass the first floor, or escape the tower, though again they are not sure how this came to be.

--An exceedingly strange individual stopped by, calling himself Magnum Bang The Human Dynamo, Annihilator Of Armies, Smasher Of Sieges, Cracker Of Castles stopped by, demanding to know if there were any disasters or currently active battles he could attend to. Even stranger, he left without issue or comment or issue when told there was nothing pressing in the immediate area. This was two days ago.

--Roads now extend cleanly from the gates and on into the forest, reclaiming old merchant paths. Thus far it has reached Shellik, who had been working from their end as well. After travel between the two places got markedly faster, the other roads have had construction increased, but no other places are directly connected yet, as every town labors to extend roads towards their neighbors. It is expected that Trepany will have an direct road running past Shellik and on to the Arcanoworks in the next two or three days. People have been noted as starting to prepare for the coming roads, getting ready for more prolific trading.

--The four Premen sent to bring Verther's skin to Kyorto then journey to Mordreden have returned, builder and shaman both with them, who are introduced to me as Bokk the Maker and Krump the Shaman, who have been eagerly awaiting my return, after all that they have seen and heard from the other Premen here.
[Premen forces restored to full fighting force + 2! [25 total]]

As the reports on the capabilities of the Arcanoworks in general conclude, I start addressing individual people, giving orders and seeking updates alike.

""Derkin, how goes the training of the recruits, specifically Ulzrick, Ellorika, and Vespinto there?"

"Pretty well, actually. Ellorika here's been doing superb at the pep-talk, inspiring people thing, pretty good at getting your blood up, a useful trait in a leader. Pretty good at direct martial craft... not so much on the sneaky stuff. Vespinto's a mad fine hand with... well, anything with an edge, really, the lad has a knack. He can stay hidden, and can irk information out of people.... but not so hot at the field tactics. Ulzrick here, pssh I swear he can get anywhere, guy most have a collapsible chest or something, but anyway the sneakiest of the lot, despite being the biggest. He's got a good grasp of tactics, and he fights creatively, always a useful thing.... but he just isn't that good at talking with lots of people, so leadership is out. Boy lies like a natural, though, so hey, there's that. ...Yeah, I'd say that's all I got to comment on about them right now, training's only really just begun, all that."

"And you, Jojo? Any luck with either matter I asked you about?"

"...Human has gift, and Jojo wonders how Mordre knew, Souldreaming is exceedingly rare. But learning has begun, Ulzrick has learned of how to master own dreams, is learning of the craft. ...And as to the other matter, it was not possible, it remains broken."

"I see. Well, we will need to make sure there is some space cleared, Within the Arcanoworks for the engineer/inventor whose services I procured. Some 10 tonnes of incoming equipment, all told. Additionally, I've been ruminating on the problem of establishing a sustained line of income. Jojo, I don't suspect Lorgk would be averse to my request, but just in case, would Mordreden be willing to establish a trade with the Arcanoworks - rubies in exchange for weaponry and such?"

As people nod and depart to see to getting a new place readied, Jojo informs me that he has already spoken to Lorgk through Souldreaming about the marvelous weapons here, and Lorgk would be more than willing to trade for them, as well as send down the accumulated rubies pledged to Mordre since the last time they were collected. Good news indeed.

I make my way into the central tower, noting people already at work, trying to pound and repair every piece of armor they can, the mass of broken equipment from the shantytowns now slowly being restored to use. ....If they all became functional, I could well armor all my new soldiers in full metal, much of it steel of some grade or other.... interesting. I wave to the workers to resume their work as I trundle past, moving up the thankfully massive staircase. Sure enough, as I reach the second floor the his of bellows and clang of hammers fades to nothing, and I find Arkus at work, ordering about dozens of people, all carrying books as he continues to write... until he spots me. At that, he jumps up, already babbling.

"Ah, there you are! I got the Skyfall cannon fixed, and figured out that literally all it needs to work are prepared cannon shells with the complementing rune built into them, just drop them in and they immediately fire, more a mortar than a cannon. Ah, once we get the smithy downstairs up to snuff we might be able to make another cannon, not sure hey what are you made of, what's that sword, and what happened to the cannon?"

"I made augmentations, you can ask the details later. Arkus, how long do you think it would take before we were set up, Capable of manufacturing weapons like the hand-cannons, Or the morphic fluid itself for sustained crafting?

"Ah, as to the morphic fluids... not really, I still have no clue on that. BUT, as to the hand-cannons, yes, yes we could with enough steel, actually, we've only got six of the incomplete hand-cannons yet un-assembled, it's currently just an issue of time, as it's still new stuff, need training, blah blah. Oh, and speaking of training, I assume you wanted me to get a sense of the axe's heft and balancing, which I did get. Because otherwise all I got out of that was wasted time, personally, though in fairness it did give me time to run over ideas, I sometimes try to do too many things at once back to your comment about production, are you planning to go into business? Ah, might want to make crappier versions of the guns for sale to others.... plus crappier's easier to make, which would let us get more experience, as currently we have zero experience building a hand-cannon from scratch, only finishing partially constructed ones, and... it is going to be rather draining, even with the staff and axe both to act as amplifiers, to do the enchanting part required to finalize the runes."

I am about to say more when a runner dashes up the stairs, and shouts out to us.

"STATE FORCE SPOTTED APPROACHING ARCANOWORKS!!"

Ah.


What should I do?
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No. 186000 ID: 275a5d

>>185991
Sweet christ, we cut that close.
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No. 186001 ID: db42d1

Magnum Bang The Human Dynamo, Annihilator Of Armies, Smasher Of Sieges, Cracker Of Castles MUST BE FOUND!

Anyway, tell Bokk and Krump that will will tell them in detail later what we wish of them but for now, just study and gain as much knowledge to help the the premen at Mordreden. Now we must go meet the state inspector. Bound over there! "GREETINGS! Come along sir, come along, much to show you and far to little time to do it! I hope you've eaten, as I have yet to train anyone to be gourmet level chefs yet, hah! Where would you like to start? Just come along, you can witness a small city developing in the loving arms of the this Kyogrock Arcanoworks. The healthy backs, hearts and minds of at least four towns toil away with such contentedness!"

And as a note: I wanna be there when the six guns get made - Balboa The Butcher soul might interact with them in some manner and I would like that.
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No. 186003 ID: 275a5d

"Well, it seems I made it just in time. We'll discuss matters in more detail later. Come with me.

Our key concern now is maintaining full control of the Arcanoworks without any major confrontation with the state. Any ideas?"
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No. 186004 ID: 6834bc

>>185991
Tell Arkus that there's still a lot left to talk about, but you've got to go meet the State Army and play nice with them.

Then, you know, go meet the State Army and play nice with them.
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No. 186005 ID: a594b9

Let's go out to meet the State representatives. Also, tell Arkus that he can spend less time training with the axe now. Just enough to keep him familiar with it.

We should probably begin making crappy guns to sell, yes. As well as trying to get that door open, and determining how to produce more Morphic metal.
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No. 186009 ID: db42d1

>>186005
As a note, crappy guns don't go to Mordreden. THey get good guns. Crappy guns go to other people and civilians.
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No. 186010 ID: 275a5d

>>186009
Considering Mordreden's military strength is basically translatable to OUR military strength, I agree.
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No. 186015 ID: 9f9960

I'm not so sure. The Spanish tried to do something similar to the Apache and Commanche as a way to keep them from causing so much trouble. In the end, the Apache would take the broken guns to a local gunsmith or such somewhere other than the Spanish and have them repaired. My fear since we're not dealing with wandering nomadic peoples like the apache and instead with a established nation with their own weapons already, we should use the cheaper, simpler guns but be aware that if we can make it and sell it that they can too, if not outright out design our top secret stuff.
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No. 186016 ID: 903f16

>>185991

Well we've had these men trained pretty well from the looks of things. The place is neat and tidy so that's good. First impressions should be positive at how tight of a ship we're running here.

Can't just rely on how the place looks though, have our militia get ready for the arrival. Tell them to stand at attention officials walk near and in general be respectful as possible. Spread the word by having Derkin and his trainees tell the outposts and word should spread quickly enough.

Motion to Arkus to follow us and as we move down to the enterance to the Arcanoworks nod to Oggroth and Ugrokk as well to accompany us. Then greet the representatives eagerly and offer them a tour.
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No. 186020 ID: db42d1

>>186016
Oh damn. Erm, ask if the miltila knows any dress drills or not. Those would be very good to use to impress.
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No. 186025 ID: d8aeff

not a lot we can do other than warn our people to be on our best behavior and try to be affable
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No. 186035 ID: d1210a
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186035

>>186001
I make note of this Magnum Bang that stopped by, as he seems like the type of individual I would benefit from tracking down.... A most curious and lengthy title he left. In any event that is a matter for the future, as I fly down the stairs [figuratively, to clarify] while telling Arkus we shall resume this conversation later, but for now to follow me. Hm, so little time...

Once I get outside, I quickly grab a passing Premen, and tell them to inform Bokk and Krump I'll speak with them soon, but for now to stay in place, while I deal with the state representatives on their arrival.

>>186003
>>186004
>>186005
I check the area, finding the land to have been well cared for, and with only minutes left until the State force arrives, according to the sentries, any major action now would never have time to be completed. And so I wait, Arkus alongside me, as the rest of the Arcanoworks continues to work, some tending the fields, some sparring, others patrolling, but everyone working, partly to show industry... and partly because I expect to get sufficient use out of followers. It is not long that I must wait, before a man in pale gray armor, runed and dotted with gems, walks through the gates at the head of a small group of honor guards, some two dozen in number. Judging by the faces of the sentries looking beyond our walls, this is not at all the total forces brought with this individual.

>>186016
>>186020
Any soldiers to my name as the state forces approach turn and salute the state forces, barring those with completely full hands, and I see some surprised smiles amongst those following the one in pale gray runed and gemmed armor. On his face, I see nothing through his visor.

While I view his approach with some trepidation, the armored man seems unperturbed, opening his helmet as he grinds the point of his sword into the ground, coming to a stop before Arkus, Moss and myself [When did that creature get alongside me?]. Without pause, he begins speaking in a clear, carrying voice, and though I see him scanning the grounds with a scowl threatened from the start, he seems to find nothing to object to immediately.

"Salutations, I am Lord Brigadier General Quinton Delevas, Warmage. I have come here both to relieve Warmage Densly of command and take residence in the reclaimed outpost, and to assess you. I was told you are the Mage Mordre, and in addition to possessing a Soul Grave, you devised some means of controlling it at range. I find myself skeptical of this claim, and of the reasoning behind your actions. However, as you removed the bandit presence here, and according to Densly were a 'vital aid' in besting the nearby collection of rebels, the state has ordered me to assess you, rather than simply interrogate or evict you from state property for squatting. As I am to potentially be your 'neighbor', I was chosen to perform your inspection. So, provide answer to the following, and I shall have more questions beyond them:

-What is your purpose in having come to the Azelhaedran State?
-Why did you take up residency in this outpost, and what have you done with it?
-What is the nature of the reports I have heard of 'giant soldiers' being seen in your vicinity?
-What do you know about the Republic of Trepany?
-And what was meant by your earlier comment to Densly about a Core Being?"

Lord Brigadier General Quinton Delevas simply regards me as he stops his tirade, awaiting my any and every answer.... he did not even give me time to introduce myself, am I to do that in addition to answering his queries? Hmm...


What should I say?
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No. 186057 ID: e31d52

>-What is your purpose in having come to the Azelhaedran State?
Firstly to help with the reclaimance of order here. As a mage, it pains me to see such a place overrun as it is with lawlessness. Secondly, to gain feild data for the long distance program, as it still has some issues to work out. Notably, with cats.

>-Why did you take up residency in this outpost, and what have you done with it?
Because I claimed it from the lawless prescence that was here before, and leaving it be would invite bandits to take it. I've merely made it a small base of operations, research, and training for the forces I have accumulated thus far. I should note I would be happy to house any State officials and their men, for we all work for the same goal, yes?

>-What is the nature of the reports I have heard of 'giant soldiers' being seen in your vicinity?
You speak of my faithful alchemical soldiers, most likely my two best Uggroth and Oggroth. If you like I can introduce them, though I warn that their handle on our language is shaky at best.

>-What do you know about the Republic of Trepany?
A small town I helped free some time ago. I helped them get their feet under them and the name changing was part of that. If you take issue with it, tell them, not I. I am not in charge of them.

>-And what was meant by your earlier comment to Densly about a Core Being?"
Oh, that! It seems that one of the major lawless factions managed to summon a Core Being some ways from here... *point* roughly that direction. If you like, after you are done with your inspection, I will show you the scene and the area around it. I myself am quite perplexed towards the matter and what to do with it, and was hoping a chance would come to remedy it or at least let someone know.

Lastly, my name is Mordre Argus Forgeram, and I am captaining this golem from the safe area I have wrought in the ruins of Mosmordre. If you would like a tour of the Arcanoworks, please, ask Arkus, my apprentice, or Derkin, my personal assistant and trusted ally. Either way, I am glad to finally meet one of the State officials at long last, and I so dearly hope we can work together on reclaiming this land in the name of law and order.
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No. 186059 ID: db42d1

>What is your purpose in having come to the Azelhaedran State?
"Test data, test data, test data. You have no idea how hard it is to test a Soul Grave when it's just standing around waiting to be used. Almost as bad as a gargoyle, eh? Ha!"

>Why did you take up residency in this outpost, and what have you done with it?
"Why, because I didn't want it befouled by squatters, more bandits, or yet more so-called mages for hire. Bastard wasn't even a mage! Bah! And him working with that...heh. Calling up a Core Being for what? Wait until I get my hands on him...Mhm? What was that?"

>What is the nature of the reports I have heard of 'giant soldiers' being seen in your vicinity?
"Oh, you mean them?" Gesture to Premen! "Or Keddic will be along shortly...well, a week depending on how irate Jezebel is." Cough, shake our head. "If you mean these chaps here, they are my warriors. As well as the art of Golem Control, known only to myself, I dabble in alchmey and as you can see, this great warriors were my...how would I put it...well honor guard migth be the correct term. They were to see that this Golem fell to no harm - Haha! I see how foolish that was now! - and to provide support to it. I...They have other uses of which I am less willing to speak about. Perhaphs in private? But...yes, yes, ahem. If you meant Sir Keddic Harksburton the 4th, well he is a mountian of a man, and a man after my own heart. He trained soldiers for The republic of...oh, what was it's old name, it keeps slipping my mind. Well, trained the Milita you see here, along with one of my men, and the Guard of Trepany."

>What do you know about the Republic of Trepany?
"Not much, other then they wish protection and freedom as the next man, and they are why I routed the villains from this state property, as you so delightfully put it."

>And what was meant by your earlier comment to Densly about a Core Being?"
"Humph! Fine, I will show you. Come along Lord Brigadier General Quinton Delevas. You will see just what a unskilled, uncaring hand does to a land out of spite and greed. You may not feel it - lords I hope you don't - but you may see the deformations in the land. It is a beast of terrible power that will slay countless lives of this State if left...heh...to put it as one would speak of a cancerous growth, surgically removed."
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No. 186061 ID: 1ac39d

we should give this guy as much truth as we can.

- i saw the plight of the people have decided to make it a better place.
- it was simply the one we ran into that wasn't broken and have only put it into order
- large men from the very far north, they are large and powerful, but honorable.
-[forgot this one]
- i have found a core being in a larval phase. still trapped within the earth but trying to get free.
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No. 186063 ID: db42d1

>>186057
>Mordre Argus Forgeram
I...I kinda like. I don't know if Mordre should be our first or last name but...I kinda like.
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No. 186065 ID: a594b9

The 'Republic of Trepany' name, as Keddick informed us, was simply a name change. There was no intention of it actually being a Republic. Just something to inspire the people, that sort of thing.

Let us not speak of 'Mage Mordre's physical location. It should remain secret.
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No. 186066 ID: 275a5d

>>186035
The second I saw his picture, I knew he was a self-righteous prick.

"I see you are not one for pleasantries. As you wish.

Let me see, now, which to answer first. Well, my reasons for coming to the State are several. One was to conduct field testing of my Golem in a location where such...rigorous trials might do some good.

As for the outpost, I required a facility with which operate from in this territory, and a rebel controlled outpost seemed a better choice than most. I wrested it's control from another insurgent group allied with the one staving off Sir Densly's forces. They had been extorting money and supplies from the nearby undefended villages.

Linking with that, one of those villages was the aforementioned Republic of Trepany. A good town of good people with no ill will towards the State that I've seen, just a desire to keep their loved ones and possessions safe, and beyond that I don't know what you could want to know.

For what I've done with the outpost, well, established basic levels of trade between it and neighboring villages, begun construction of a road system, housing for displaced peoples, furtherance of some key items of research interest, and training local militia and my own men.

Linking with THAT, the Giant soldiers mentioned likely refer to these fine fellows. Alchemically enhanced tribals under my supervision and authority. They pose little to no threat to anything I don't direct them to.

As for the Core Being, some of the insurgents here seem to be led by an Opposing mage by the name of Weinsho. A group of his apprentices attempted some manner of ritual, I've yet to divine WHAT, and summoned a CORE BEING into a farmhouse. I had it buried, and have been working from my facilities to ensure that it doesn't break out - a difficult thing to do when it starts tapping hidden leylines to fuel it's growth, I assure you.

Now, how about a tour? Your men must be tired from the long march, and as long as theres no trouble, with your permission they might like a rest, and meanwhile you can examine the local changes you asked about personally."
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No. 186069 ID: 4b0770

>>186057

I think we should just stick with the name of mage modre. Giving ourselves a fancy name that we have not used before and will easily forget is unwise.
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No. 186077 ID: c00244

>I am captaining this golem from the safe area I have wrought in the ruins of Mosmordre
Do not specify where we are piloting the golem from.
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No. 186082 ID: db42d1

>>186066
If we use this, no mentioning Weinsho. Remember, he is a war hero and pointing fingers at a war hero in front of a, ahem, Lord Brigadier General might...be a bad idea.

As a note, we could express intrest in what kind of war-magic he uses.
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No. 186140 ID: 57fe99

Hmmm, You guys apparently don't understand the concept of 'saying only enough' >.>
man, I swear you would tell everyone we meet our life story and where all our money is, given the chance.

In any case, you should invite him and his honour guard into a chamber where you may converse in comfort and privacy.
"Before I answer your questions General, I would like to invite you to continue this conversation inside where you and your men may rest and perhaps have some refreshments. I would think it rude that I be the only one conversing in comfort now."
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No. 186153 ID: db42d1

>>186140
There -is- a reason our wife held the purse strings, remember?
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No. 186164 ID: d1210a

>>186057
>>186059
>>186066
"I see you are not one for pleasantries. As you wish. Let me see, now, which to answer first. Well, my reasons for coming to the State are several. One was to conduct field testing of my Golem in a location where such... Rigorous trials might do some good, such as removing lawlessness."

"Clarify that. I am here for an official assessment, I'd prefer you speak clearly on your intentions, so there is no confusion on the matter.

"I have several combat-based tests to run, Concerning the function of my Soul Grave interface, As well as testing the golem's innate capabilities, And I chose a place where bandits, rogues, And other ne'erdowells could be found aplenty. Does that clarify the issue, Lord Quinton?"

"Continue."

"Well, as for the outpost, I required a facility with which operate from in this territory, And a rebel controlled outpost seemed a better choice than most, and have been busy restoring the place. I wrested it's control from another insurgent group allied with the one staving off Sir Densly's forces. They had been extorting money and supplies from the nearby undefended villages."

"Which villages?"

"To my knowledge, Glenston and Shellik both were forced to supply them under threat, Though I do not know yet if that is the whole of it, or if other towns were under their control as well. Linking with that, one of those villages was the aforementioned Republic of Trepany. A good town of good people with no ill will towards the State that I've seen, Just a desire to keep their loved ones and possessions safe, And beyond that I don't know what you could want to know."

"So you did not take part in their naming?"

"Oh no, they already bore that name when I arrived."

"I see. Carry on."

For what I've done with the outpost, well, established basic levels of trade, Between it and neighboring villages, begun construction of a road system, Housing for displaced peoples, and been attending to the training of local militia."

"These individuals here are conscripts?"

"No, my understanding is they came of their own free will, Seeking a better life for themselves, and desirous of a mage to follow, As I understand it such is something of a prerogative about here."

"It is, and it is well that I see no obvious evidence of abusing that trust of the people. The giant soldiers, what about them?"

"Ah, them. The 'Giant soldiers' mentioned likely refer to these fine fellows, alchemically enhanced tribals under my supervision and authority, With a few of their number more augmented than others. They pose little to no threat to anything I don't direct them to, as no harm has come to their sapience, So really, think of them as over-sized soldiers, more than anything else."

"So you claim responsibility for their actions, that shall be noted. And the Core Being?"

"A group of incompetent dabblers in magic attempted some manner of ritual, I've yet to divine the specifics of what they sought as much of their work was destroyed, And the fools managed to summon a CORE BEING into a farmhouse. I had it buried, and have been working from my facilities to ensure that it doesn't break out - A difficult thing to do when it starts tapping hidden leylines to fuel it's growth, I assure you."

"Where is this Core Being?"

"In an earth mound occupying a field north of Trekel"

"You said the Core Being is tapping leylines, explain what you mean."

"Well, it is trapped in a cellar, restricted in the same manner most Core Beings are, Needing someone to allow it entrance to the surface world, But it seems to be using the blood of those that summoned it, Connected with a particularly deep-running leyline, to power premature growth. It seems to be trying to fully manifest around the cellar it is trapped in, And thus bypass the restrictions it normally is bound by."

"I shall send men to verify your claim. If it is as you say, we have a severe problem."

Finally I see the piercing gaze of Lord Brigadier General Quinton Delevas crumble, worry creasing his brow. It would seem underneath his arrogance, he does have concern for the state and it's citizenry, an important thing to take note of. I take advantage of his moment of silent contemplation, and try to steer the conversation by my own hand.

"Now, how about a tour? Your men must be tired from the long march, and as long as there's no trouble, with your permission they might like a rest, and meanwhile you can examine the local changes, Those that you asked about personally."

"You offer my freedom to inspect this facility myself?"

"Of course."

"Very well. My guards shall stay by my side,
So I must reject your offer of rest for them
But your cooperation is noted.
I shall need no guide, I know what I wish to check."

For a time, Quinton busies himself with touring the warehouse and five buildings within the walls of the Arcanoworks, running into the Premen already engaged in their morning sparring, and stops for a while to observe as Oggroth takes the field, contesting against some eight other Premen barehanded. Finally completing his circuit, Quinton returns to standing before me, and inclines his head towards Arkus.

"Your apprentice?"

"As you say."

"Mm-hm. And what about this thing?" Quinton queries, indicating Moss, still attentively sitting at my side.


What should I say?
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No. 186171 ID: e31d52

>"Mm-hm. And what about this thing?"
Rest a hand gently on Moss's head.
"At the cost of sounding like a schoolboy, it followed me home. I'm looking into what it is precisely, but it does no harm and it is friendly. You're free to guess as to its identity, but I assure you it will bring you no harm. Right, Moss?"
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No. 186173 ID: a594b9

>>186164
"Ah, that is a creature I found in the forest, consuming World energy... I have sated its hunger using an item I found in my travels and it seems to have become very attached to me through this golem, and loyal. Even when not under my supervision it has been very amiable... I believe it to be harmless to the general populace, and intend to study it further when my field tests are done."
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No. 186175 ID: 1ac39d

world motes to be specific.
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No. 186177 ID: db42d1

>>186164
"Now now, Lord..erm...Brigadier Gen - ahem. Yes. Now now, if I may call you that, Quinton you'll hurt his feelings. He is Moss." Rub Moss's head. "He is...a uniqueness I found while investigating these lands. Harmless, I assure you, and so...well, I wouldnt' call him cute, but he does remind me of my Mauser. Come along, He doesn't bite. Anyway, you wish to visit the Core Being? Please, let us go soon. As a mage, I must deal with this beast quickly." Pat our revolver.
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No. 186184 ID: 4b0770

>>186173

Let's not give out information that we don't have to. If he asks about moss' diet, then we can decide what to say.
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No. 186185 ID: ddc46d

>>186177
This!!! We need to reestablish ourselves as in charge of everything and this works perfectly.
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No. 186191 ID: 427807

>>186177
How do we know for certain it is a male? haha...
but other then that, do it!
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No. 186196 ID: e30176

>>186171
I like this one.
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No. 186225 ID: d1210a

>>186171
>>186173
>>186177
"At the cost of sounding like a schoolboy, it followed me home. And I'd appreciate it if you did not call Moss 'that thing', I've found Moss to be a loyal follower and companion.... Even if I still do not fully understand WHAT Moss is."

"You do not know what this 'Moss' is?"

"Not currently, no, though I assume Moss to be related to World Motes, And the magic of leylines in general, based on what I have seen. Either way, Moss has been completely harmless, And I doubt it could prove much risk. Now, unless the State has fixed the problem itself, there is still the issue of the Core Being, So what say we move to deal with it presently? I have some ideas of how to remove it's connection to the deep running leyline, And I am eager to test them."

"That will not be necessary. The State shall be taking over handling this particular incident. ....Well, your story corroborates that which we heard from the other villages and Densly's report.... alright, you shall retain rights to use the outpost here as a staging grounds, on the provision that I, as a representative of the state, can call upon you and your forces for assistance in further military actions within state borders. Do you find this acceptable?"

"Would that categorize me as a vassal or member of the State military?"

"You would be treated as a vassal, largely left to your own devices, but with any State orders you receive through me or any other official representative superseding your own machinations. This is a non-negotiable part of retaining ownership of this outpost, this was made very clear by those who assigned your assessment to me. Further, if you have any more questions, now would be the time to ask, unless you are willing to travel to the outpost I am taking control of to request an audience."


What should I say, should I accept Lord Quinton's offer?
And do I have any questions for him, either as a high-ranking State military officer, or as a State official?
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No. 186245 ID: db42d1

>>186225
Firstly, can we oversee the...excising of the Core Being? "I desperately wish to help in anyway I can. I already attempted some brief...surgery on it not more then a week ago. I know it is a bit much, but I would want to help in anyway I can and if I couldn't help, then to watch to try and learn what do do, should I ever meet another foul creature in my journeys."

Second: Ask him if there is anything we may immediately do. "Lord Brigadier General. Ah, there surely must be a shorter title I can call you. Lord Delevas? Quinton, if it's not too informal? Either way, is there any...ahem... assistance in further military actions within state borders that we may provide? Or if non-military action is desired, is there anything we may investigate when I continue with my...how did you put it? Machinations? Or even being given the state command of letting you and your men have a rest here before you continue on? Or maybe you would rather spar with My Mountain, Oggroth?"

Third, how would we know who to take orders from? "Pardon my curiosity. I just, well, become curious when I think. Odd, I know, but there you have it. Just well, wondering how I would know if a stranger riding up to the Outpost - the Kyogrock Arcanoworks as I call them - is actually an official representative of the state?"

And lastly, a very basic question: Where will he be stationed? "Anyway, before you go, fi I do want audience with you...where should I go? I don't quite know these lands as well as I should, so simply 'The Next Outpost' strikes me as rather confusing."

And, bob, does this now mean that we are a high-ranking State military officer and a State official? If so, I'd like to ask him what our title would be.

And to everyone else: Should we ask about how to get into the top room? I'm a little wary, but I don't think it wouldn't hurt to ask.
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No. 186259 ID: a594b9

We should accept that offer. Being a vassal is not so big a sacrifice in return for keeping such a valuable outpost.
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No. 186262 ID: db42d1

>>186259
It's actually a very good increase. Now we will be working closer with the state. The easiest way to bring something down is from the inside.
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No. 186265 ID: 275a5d

>>186225

Haha, clever opportunistic bastards. They remind me of ourelves. 'He wants the outpost, we want help clearing the rebellion.'

"A few questions, then: Should my services be requested, am I to undertake these operations alone, or in conjunction with genuine State Military forces?

Also, am I to be at all privy to what attempts are made to contain the Core Being? It is a matter that gravely concerns me as well since...well, Outpost or no, I imagine things would not go well for those here should it end up freed. If nothing else, my golems sensory abilities are useful in tracking it's progress.

Finally...this is more a request, really, but as an individual who clearly knows about this outposts layout: Do you know how to gain access to the locked floor of the facility?"
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No. 186269 ID: 275a5d

We were going to clear the whole place anyways, why not?

Also, ask if there is any sort of grace period before you can expect the first requests for assistance.
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No. 186275 ID: e31d52

>>186225
"Good, good. Well, at the very least, I'll have more resources to claim... Oh, I forgot to mention. These outlaws, would claiming their blood, souls, and skins be legal to help with the fueling and augmentation of this golem if I slay them under your orders? I would hate to offend the state's sensibilities."
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No. 186283 ID: 275a5d

>>186275
I don't think we have to ask, just not be obvious about it.

I honestly can't imagine someone just going "sure, you can harvest their bodies" without being freaked right the hell out, and we've got a good thing going with Quinton here.
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No. 186291 ID: 445c48

We should also ask where his outpost will be.
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No. 186292 ID: 275a5d

>>186291
It's the outpost Densly was attacking.
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No. 186293 ID: 445c48

oh right duh, sorry about that.

It's late.
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No. 186294 ID: db42d1

>>186292
Are we sure about that? I thought Quinton would have said if that was the case rather then leaving us guessing. And he did imply it was a bit of a distance away, not less then a day's walk.
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No. 186298 ID: d1210a

>>186245
"Forgive me, but I have already worked on this particular issue, And would like to see the issue resolved, see it through to the end, You know how it goes."

"As much as your enthusiasm is appreciated, that will not be happening. Despite your thus far acceptable record of aiding the State, you are not beholden to us, nor are you well known enough to our administration to be trusted with such an issue. Trust must be earned, not simply given freely, if it is to have any substance. If the issue is still not resolved at a later point when you have gained such trust from the State, your offer of assistance may be accepted, but that is currently an impossibility."

"How would I know someone to be a true State representative, Bringing me official orders and not an opportunist?"

"Any State representative cleared to bypass my own command to directly give you orders would be able to verify their service to the state by a dagger on their personage made of bone and crystal, with a symbol of a sword and gem-topped staff within a crown with peaks reminiscent of roofing. The daggers I speak of would be completely and incontrovertibly unassailable, fully immune to any form of magical manipulation or even detection. Anyone lacking such a knife would not have the appropriate clearances to dispatch direct orders to you."

>>186265
""A few questions, then: Should my services be requested, Am I to undertake these operations alone, Or in conjunction with genuine State Military forces?"

"While it is conceivable there may be commands made wherein you will be acting alone, unless otherwise noted any military action you participate in would be a joint military venture with other state forces, most likely my own."

"Also, am I to be at all privy to what attempts are made to contain the Core Being? It is a matter that gravely concerns me as well since...well, Outpost or no, I imagine things would not go well for those here should it end up freed. If nothing else, my golems sensory abilities are useful in tracking it's progress."

"You may eventually be made privy to what actions we take on that front, but for now it is the State's concern alone, with several specialists already sent for. If the situation changes, and you are given access to knowledge concerning the subject or commanded to aid us, you will be informed."

"Finally...this is more of a personal request, really, But as an individual who clearly knows about this outposts layout: Do you know how to gain access to the locked floor of the facility?"

"Ah, the key for this outpost is missing, then?"

"Key?"

"I shall take that as a yes. The door you cannot surpass, if it is in fact the one on the top floor of this central tower here, does not actually lead anywhere: Instead, opening it with the appropriate key and supply of magic allows the bearer of the key to create a new floor of the tower. All of the six tower-based outposts in the State follow this protocol. I shall make mention in my report that you do not possess a working key. If at some point you prove sufficiently valuable to the State, a new key will be issued to you, in addition to documentation of what kind of magic is required to successfully activate this function."

Lord Brigadier General Quinton Delevas glances about, the earlier suspicion on his face more muted now.

"Well, I have several matters to attend to, and I believe I have gathered sufficient data on you for an initial appraisal by the State. Mage Mordre, if you have any further questions, now would be the time."


What should I say or do?
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No. 186299 ID: 275a5d

>>186294

I submit the following:

>>186035

>Salutations, I am Lord Brigadier General Quinton Delevas, Warmage. I have come here both to relieve Warmage Densly of command and take residence in the reclaimed outpost
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No. 186301 ID: 275a5d

"Hmm, well, not so much a question as a fair warning: While my golem IS still undergoing combat tests here, there may be times I must have it and a minor number of my forces leave the region for a small time to see to other important matters. I imagine you would wish for me to send messengers to alert you when this is the case, then?"
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No. 186305 ID: 445c48

>Instead, opening it with the appropriate key and supply of magic allows the bearer of the key to create a new floor of the tower.

Ok that's pretty badass.
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No. 186307 ID: db42d1

>>186299
Wow, it is late.
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No. 186310 ID: db42d1

>>186298
So nothing we can immediately do for the state and Are we offically state officals?
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No. 186314 ID: db42d1

>>186298
Oh, one other question: What do the keys -look- like?
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No. 186317 ID: db42d1

>>186310
The 'Is there anything we can do' using this:
> "Lord Brigadier General. Ah, there surely must be a shorter title I can call you. Lord Delevas? Quinton, if it's not too informal? Either way, is there any...ahem... assistance in further military actions within state borders that we may provide? Or if non-military action is desired, is there anything we may investigate when I continue with my...how did you put it? Machinations?"

Yeah, it is really late so I'm probably posting like a fool with these. Please forgive that.
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No. 186323 ID: d1210a

>>186305
[There is a reason the Azelhaedran State, prior to it's fall to it's current state, was the go-to nation for magic research amongst those allied against Mosmordre.]

>>186317
"What do these keys look like?"

"They are opaque like any conventional metal, but in terms of coloration, could be more easily compared to a prism, their tones constantly shifting relative to any light source. Further, World and Will magic will be sensed within the key, if one looks carefully enough."

>>186310
"So nothing we can immediately do for the state?"

"I was only ordered to assess you, so yes, no current orders for you."

"And are we officially State.. officials?"

"No, you are provisional state forces now. This means that at any time the State can choose to rescind it's permission to you, but otherwise your deduction is correct, you are effectively a Mage in service of the state, partly in a military function."

>>186301
"Hmm, well, not so much a question as a fair warning: While my golem IS still undergoing combat tests here, there may be times I must have it and a minor number of my forces... Leave the region for a small time to see to other important matters. I imagine you would wish for me to send messengers to alert you when this is the case, then?"

"So long as you do not have conflicting State orders preventing such ventures, that is acceptable, but if at any time we come to give you orders and find you not present without having forewarned us of your coming absence, there will be repercussions."

Lord brigadier general Quinton Delevas, warmage now in charge of the nearby State outpost, nods to me as he begins to turn away, his attentive guards moving as one to continue warding him from harm.

"Well, if that is everything, I shall take my leave. ...It was interesting to meet you, Mage Mordre, and I feel confident you shall be seeing more of me, and State officials as a whole, in the near future. Good day."

With no further comment, Quinton leaves, and as I move to the gates of the Arcanoworks to watch his departure, I see the scale of the army he brought with him, thousands of armed and armored men, all bearing the heraldry of the state, who slowly form up and follow the general in his march south, after he and his guards remount the horses they left outside in the recently constructed stables.

So, I have weathered the visit of State forces, and gained some form of approval in the eyes of the Azelhaedran State. ...But there are still many problems to deal with....

[GOLEM QUEST ARC 4: MEETING THE STATE COMPLETE!]
[UPCOMING ARC 5: BUILDING POWER POLITELY?]
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