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959244 No. 959244 ID: f57349

You're running through the grand salon, an oval room 60' east-west by 45' north-south. Eight thin white pillars encircle a colorful 15' square mosaic in the floor, a lens of pale yellow glass in the ceiling 50' above, and a chandelier suspended halfway between, consisting of glowing orbs hanging from the hilts of twelve upturned golden swords. Elaborate gilded-bronze vines decorate the walls, framing small balconies on two upper floors.

Your shortness of breath, overheating, and shaky muscles imply recent prolonged heavy exertion, but you have no recollection of the specifics. Given how thoroughly ice-encrusted your clothes are, at least part of that hard labor must have taken place in a blizzard, and since your most recent memories of being outdoors were late spring or early summer in a temperate climate, far from any snowcapped mountains, the gap in your memory likely encompasses at least half a year.

There's a howling creature in your way, with shaggy white fur, possibly something an ape-demon sired on a polar bear, brandishing a severed human arm with not only clear killing intent but alarmingly supernatural expertise. Maybe you should do something about that first, sort out more nuanced strategic details afterward.
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No. 972500 ID: 0640da

rolled 4, 6, 8, 1, 6, 7, 6, 2, 4, 1, 6, 7, 8, 9, 5, 9, 7, 10, 6, 3, 6, 9, 3, 6, 3, 8, 5, 10, 8, 7 = 180

Mechanically, building up her Martial Arts towards the next dot-- 1 day of 3 weeks required to learn from a real master, but that happens later in the day. Her other time slot-- her morning time slot-- would normally be spent cooking, but it looks like she's going to travel with Miss Do and Miss Locust to see-- hear what the hubub is about. "Them what be quiet." She whispers. "I'm usin them that there ears I'm havin' to do quiet talk knot listening who how... got it?" Patches holds out her left ear to make a Wits 3 + Awareness 1 + Mutation 2 roll to listen in on what's happening as they walk around, looking for their roommates.
No. 972543 ID: f57349

> gather useful information about what exactly is wrong in this town
Bagrash Köl's heir-designate (whose name begins with an M, but no two people can seem to agree on the exact pronunciation) is missing. So far as that sorcerer-king is concerned, all the rest of this city can be replaced but she cannot.

Door to her personal suite was forced - from the inside. Unnatural corrosion, frayed traces of something that was used like a wire saw. Sages at the University of Tree confirm that it's a fresh, albeit badly damaged, strand of Time.

Burning brass-skinned dwarves of the undercity claim the only time-strands they've sold recently enough to be plausible went to the man with the sky-colored cravat. Distracting his blind secretary for a peek at the appointment book, you find "restaurant reservation, mad scientist's beautiful daughter @ Shell Beach" penciled in on the evening she was last seen.

Haven't been any respectable restaurants open on Shell Beach since the ferry shut down. More decrepit warehouses than anything else, these days. How would someone even get there so quick?

At least half a dozen syndicate heads - Wallport Rabbits, Purple Fountain, Forsaken, Clockmakers, Rockbreakers, and Southside Foxes - are meeting with the Emissary, discussing strategy to set aside their usual quarrels and resolve this crisis before the Eye does. Invited or not, you'll be there too. One of them has answers.
No. 972559 ID: f57349

Up ahead, there's a shrill cry from an avian silhouette with a spark of blazing fire in it's beak. First guess is you're about to be struck by a successfully-cast Flight of the Brilliant Raptor, and rising panic sets the remaining portion of your blood (that which hasn't been spilled, steaming, across icy rocks and replaced with a like volume of heavenly liquor) pounding through your tiny ermine brain. Miraculously, this cures a severe concussion, then clarifies the entire situation. That newly arrived spark moves too slow to be a garda-bomb. Might even be friendly, able or willing to carry you and Adamant Strix the rest of the way to... grandmother's house? No, no. Some marketplace.

Six successes means you can act immediately, and incidentally escalate the reaction count. Might want to resume efforts to stop the Flying Guillotine from being cast. You came to a stop about 20 yards past the unicorn, while the woman with long sharp fingers landed on her feet. She'll be acting again on tick 10, and can't get any closer to you than the unicorn by then.

A rabbit-god visited Viatrix Senta during her first night of proper sleep in over a thousand years. Apparently his beloved daughter missed a scheduled check-in, and he'd take it as a personal favor if such an exalted personage as yourself should deign to investigate the matter.

Far out in the northeast, in or near the areas worst affected by Operation Wyldhand, by the side of a certain river there's a town - Clam Shore or something. Snowshoe Hare showed you exactly what it looks like from the sky, which was enough. From there all he could say was "due south" - into a rocky ridge of mountains high enough to be nigh-impassable. Threading your way through one barely navigable gap, you stumble across a battle in progress: another of Luna's chosen, blazing amid bloody wreckage, menaced by a pair of wyld-spawn, both in their own way as beautiful and cold as the surrounding snow.

Horizon Silver, Unmanned Warbird should also roll Join Battle, 300 yards away on tick 5.
No. 972560 ID: 5f3f48

rolled 7, 3, 6, 6, 8, 7, 8, 9, 1, 2, 8, 2, 6, 8, 7, 10, 9, 9, 8, 1 = 125

Tasnim fervently hopes the new arrival isn't hostile, or is at least indifferent. Rescue would be very nice indeed but things were going badly enough in a fair fight, they're only going to get worse if outnumbered and outmanuevered.

Well, she can only handle one problem at a time. She'll try to keep the caster down, hopefully Ada can handle the other one (or two).

A few swipes of a damp paw, and a sigil of unmaking sits in the snow, drawn in the tiny sorceress' own spilled blood. Returning to her perch in her companion's torn jacket, the No Moon begins to concentrate and throws herself once more into a battle of wills with her equine opponent.

Previous stunt award of 4m goes into personal, which I'm immediately spending 2m of on Disrupt Sorcery. Occult 4 + Intelligence 5 + Stunt
No. 972578 ID: 4424d1
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Oh no, a Chosen of Luna in peril! A fellow chosen of Luna! Viatrix finishes the thought with more excitement than she feels appropriate considering the situation.
Her fresh off the course piloting skills thankfully irrelevant, she lets herself act on instinct,
Shutting down thrust and dropping to almost a foot directly on top of the beleaguered stranger before engaging the reactor again, engines screeching as hot air billows from cooling ports down on the ground and wings folding around the other Lunar in a protective shield.
Deafening static crackles from underneath the craft before turning into the sound of a mostly Human voice of a young, anxious woman.
“Uh, hello! If you can move, use the rails to climb into the vehicle. I’ll do my best, but I’ve bever been in a fight bef-”
The voice cuts off with another burst of static, and a low hum sounds off from the vehicle's beak.

Rolling Join Battle
Wits 1 Awareness 1+ Stunt
"dice 4d10"
No. 972579 ID: 4424d1

(apologies, I mistakenly placed my dice roll in the post instead of the correct field)
No. 972581 ID: 4424d1

rolled 10, 3, 3, 3, 1 = 20

No. 972608 ID: f57349

rolled 9, 8, 2, 3, 1 = 23

Two successes, so you'll be acting on tick 9. Takes a few precious seconds just to process the scene before you start to respond effectively. In warbird form, for more or less level flight, you can move 30 yards per tick or dash 60. Starting from 300 yards away, taking your first action on tick 9, you'll need full speed if you want to get into fire lance streamer range before the biped closes to melee, and won't be close enough to provide cover or let them climb in any sooner than tick 14. Fortunately your main gun has Rate 2 in that mode, so you could try shooting both the wyld-spawn with a three action flurry, dash-attack-attack. Then again, that would also mean you'd be more likely to miss one or both shots. Might be preferable to deal with the unicorn in a more controlled manner - lots of valuable parts in there.

Rolling for the opposed spell-shaping.
No. 972609 ID: f57349

Six successes against two. Tasnim's got four net successes, a quarter of the way to winning, and this pointy-faced horse is apparently all beauty, no brains. Probably no formal training, either.
No. 972632 ID: 4424d1

rolled 8, 9, 10, 2, 9, 3, 1, 9, 7, 8 = 66

Erring on the side of caution, Viatrix lowers her flight to near ground level, skimming over it and leaving it shimmering with vapor as she passes, aligning The Warbird's beak with the unicorn's movement, a unified disc of fire puffs out towoards it in a leading trajectory.

Viatrix spends a tick aiming while moving towards the battle, firing a fire lance fan as soon as she gets in effective range of the unicorn, but using no charms to attack, activating Instinctive Dexterity unity for 6 motes, instead. Rolling 10 Willpower first against the unicorn's Sacred Mien
No. 972633 ID: 4424d1

rolled 10, 10, 6, 9, 2, 10, 6, 8, 5, 5, 9, 2, 10, 3 = 95

Rolling for attack
No. 972634 ID: 4424d1

attack being Dexterity 5m Archery 2, Fire Fan accuracy+3, and aim +1, plus stunt.
No. 972700 ID: f57349

Seven threshold successes beyond Dodge DV 4. Unicorn's spell is disrupted; it gallops away through what looked like a solid wall, smoke billowing elegantly from still-burning mane and tail. The lady who used to have ivory skin and long dark hair lands awkwardly, face-up, with a smell like grilled pork and no visible breath. No further ambushing force makes itself known.

The fight appears to be over. Now what?
No. 972701 ID: afdebc

>The fight appears to be over. Now what?
Sorcerous contest disrupted, Tasnim darts over to the discarded windblade belt buckle, grabs it, and then darts back to Adamant Strix. Small paws press against her face and shoulder, encouraging her to rise, looking between the charred body, and the fire-spewing flying machine.

She's not sure their opponent isn't playing dead, or that their unexpected rescuerer isn't about to fire on them next.
No. 972707 ID: afdebc

rolled 1, 10, 3, 3, 10, 4, 3, 4, 5, 5, 10, 7, 1, 5, 8, 3, 5, 6, 6, 1, 7, 4, 10, 4, 4, 7, 10, 9, 9, 5, 10, 9, 6, 8, 3, 8, 6, 10, 10, 9, 9, 10, 5, 7, 1, 7, 10, 1, 1, 4 = 303

I have been scolded for my lack of mechanical rigor

Okay, +4m personal from my last stunt.

That's Perception 3 + Investigation 1 + First Perception Excellency 3 to try and locate the missing belt buckle. (She does not want to fail to bring that back to Noir!).

Perception 3 + Medicine 4 + First Perception Excellency 3 to try and diagnose (at a distance) if the burned woman survived that conflagration.

Perception 3 + Investigation 1 again for read motive against the mysterious flying machine. No excellency because the previous 2 uses just got her personal mote pool back to zero, and she's prioritizing putting supernatural oomph on the two actions she thinks she's the most qualified to address.
No. 972712 ID: f57349

Belt buckle located with minimal delay, sense motive successful with threshold zero.

Burned woman... face seems relatively intact, including both eyes. Couple of fingers are obviously broken but no major structural bones. Less visible fluid leakage than you might expect from comparable burns on a living mortal, which could mean she's healing like an exalt... or that her heart has stopped. If she IS playing possum, that would imply some astonishing pain tolerance. Those probably aren't long-term survivable injuries for anyone without a supernatural healing factor, and she did not utter so much as a groan or squeak of surprise.
No. 972713 ID: a39a42

rolled 3, 7, 1, 6, 8, 6, 1, 2, 8, 9, 6, 10, 10, 7, 7, 1, 3, 2, 1, 3, 4, 2, 3, 3, 1, 2, 1, 8, 4, 7, 4, 7, 9, 1, 1, 2, 10, 3, 3, 5 = 181

If they weren’t dead, several knives entering her neck and rotating like an inward pointed circular saw should do the trick.

Ada started to push herself off of the rocks that she had been impaled on in the crash, muttering words that Tansim wouldn’t understand. (If Viatrix can hear her, she’s reciting the exact steps required for properly tagging out, diagnosing, and doing routine maintenance on first age machines, starting from a small clockwork golem to, if she gets there, proper engines and the like that were used in airships.)

As she got up with difficulty, she examined the body and their savior. “Even if they were hit with an a Warstrider class fire fan, it’s better safe than sorry. And I am sorry that you got hurt because of me. Very few deadlines are worth someone getting hurt over, and fewer at are worth friends getting hurt, and this is firmly in neither camp. That said, is that an anti-infantry Warbird? This is a surprise to be sure. A welcome one, but a big one, almost as weird as the lack of production numbers. I’m incredibly sorry if you’ve already addressed this, I’m a bit woozy right now, but assuming there haven’t been any major changes made to the blueprints, would you mind taking us to whatever air field you’ve got to keep your ship in such fantastic working order?”
No. 972720 ID: f57349
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Shimmering blade of mental force descends, then abruptly shatters. It's never done that before. For a few crucial seconds Adamant Strix was unable to directly apply any useful amount of force outside her own physical body.

Door-sized patch of translucent icy wall ripples like a flag in the wind, or the surface of an inexplicably perpendicular pond. Unicorn's scorched horn protrudes from it, surrounded by the postdrome of Emerald Countermagic, which narrowly edges out Demon Of The First Circle as 'most widely-known spell in the world.'

Snow and gravel fall from what seemed like an unremarkable point up on the edge of the chasm, then another... half a dozen, each precisely ten yards apart. At least one has a longbow.

The three of you narrowly escape with your lives (perhaps it would be prudent to consider alternate routes for the return trip) and arrive at the outer walls of Shell Beach precisely two hours after midnight.

Local alchemy wholesaler isn't usually open for business at this hour, but, like any good Guildsman, would surely overlook minor personal inconvenience for a sufficiently generous bribe. What are you willing to offer in exchange? Or... http://nonadventures.com/2015/08/22/carry-a-big-schtick/ ?
No. 972732 ID: 4424d1

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to help yourselves up, friends. I, uh, literally can't come out to give you a hand" Viatrix' voice buzzes to life over the speaker system, the Warbird's canopy retracting, tiny lights along the craft's front indicating where a service ladder had emerged.
As they climb aboard, Viatrix' passangers are greeted by glowing essence display screens and the scent of fresh leather seats, but not another living soul in sight.
No. 972735 ID: afdebc

rolled 4, 5, 9, 8, 3, 6, 1, 4, 4, 5, 6, 4, 5, 1, 8, 1, 2, 8, 1, 9 = 94

After Adamant Strix has climbed aboard and the vehicle departed, the ermine doctor climbs off her companion in favor of an unoccupied seat and resumes human form.

>"I'm sorry, but you'll have to help yourselves up, friends. I, uh, literally can't come out to give you a hand"
Tasnim regrettably still does not understand old realm.

She sighs and speaks in rivertongue, "Ada, the magic flying machine is talking to you. I thought I healed that concussion already." as she begins to dig in her medical satchel for her bottle of celestial wine, two doses of which will be needed to restore the green sun princess to health.

"Thank you for apologizing, but let's not do that again anytime soon."

>Local alchemy wholesaler isn't usually open for business at this hour, but, like any good Guildsman, would surely overlook minor personal inconvenience for a sufficiently generous bribe. What are you willing to offer in exchange?
Glancing over the man's pudgy face and furs, the doctor tries to gauge just how much this is worth to him. Less concerned with overpaying (celestial wine, after all) so much as possible consequences if she made a stir in doing so.

Not sure what to roll for that? I'm guessing Bureaucracy 3 + Some Mental Attribute? If it's something I have an excellency for, I'd like to buy 3 dice on top of that.
No. 972811 ID: ac57f8

rolled 4, 6, 6, 9, 8, 8, 10, 5, 6, 3, 1, 6, 5, 10, 9, 3, 8, 8, 2, 1, 9, 3, 3, 7, 4, 9, 3, 10, 9, 6, 3, 7, 4, 1, 10, 5, 4, 3, 10, 3, 10, 3, 4, 2, 2, 6, 4, 6, 5, 8, 9, 10, 8, 8, 4, 5, 7, 4, 9, 1, 4, 8, 4, 1, 8, 1, 6, 4, 1, 6, 7, 10, 9, 5, 5, 1, 7, 3, 2, 7, 7, 6, 6, 1, 5, 10, 1, 10, 8, 2 = 501

Okay, I got too wrapped up in doing the trail of everything with Ada, so I'm finally going to try and get caught up with Fox.


"Alright, so if the difference between your sword and even the most brutal martial arts is respect, allow me to ask this as a follow up question. If your situations were reversed with the yeti, and you wielded the severed limbs of your enemies with the same strong hearted respect that you have now, both for your art, your allies, and yourself, while the yeti wielded an immaculately crafted sword with no thought of honor or respect? Would you believe in that position that nobody should take up the sword?"

Making another social attack: Compulsion: resolve the contradiction between the two viewpoints presented so far:
1. That Infernal Monster Style isn't worth using because it's practitioners are typically brutes and monsters.
2. That the only difference between Infernal Monster Style and Jan Do's own sword is respect.

Manipulation 4+ Investigation 2+ Socratic Method specialization 2+Stunt

If she can resolve it in a way that still keeps the assertion of 1 in tact, then she does intend to keep her promise of not learning it (at least not anytime soon.)


Even if Fox wasn't asked to join, she was lazing in cat form watching everything happen, and she jumps down to stride next to Jan, turning back into the same white haired Haslanti woman that she had been in the shared dream, and offered a hand to hold.
No. 972905 ID: f57349

An ideal bribe would be something worth no more than Resources 3 (excessive generosity might make you seem like a fool, or bait for some sort of con game, and in any case could distort the local economy in unpredictable ways likely to be inconvenient during subsequent visits) that also somehow by the nature of it's value hints at a plausible reason why you're in such a hurry, thereby playing on the guildsman's pride in being able to recognize such a hint.

If you're paying in celestial wine, or something else excessively valuable, best way to set it up might be that you're not giving the thing away; it's collateral on a loan, opening a line of credit, Guild only gets to seize the actual "pearl of great price" if you disappear without paying off the balance. Such a proposal would only seem plausible if someone put it formally in writing and both parties retained a copy.

You mostly need a couple pounds of high-quality liquid rubber and a few drops each of various catalysts, worth Resources 1 altogether, but it might be expedient to purchase larger bulk quantities and leave the rest behind. Reserving a warehouse for such purposes (or section of a warehouse, potentially in increments as small as two side-by-side barrels for a month) would also provide you with a local mailing address, useful if you plan to conduct any ongoing business in the ares.

Renting the appropriate sort of lab for an hour might also be a Resources 1 purchase for someone known and trusted, but raising that to 2 could account for the risk of a clumsy amateur trashing the place - or higher if they had specific knowledge of your departure from Nexus.
No. 972909 ID: afdebc

rolled 1, 10, 6, 10, 6, 7, 9, 6, 2, 3 = 60

>"Alright, so if the difference between your sword and even the most brutal martial arts is respect, allow me to ask this as a follow up question. If your situations were reversed with the yeti, and you wielded the severed limbs of your enemies with the same strong hearted respect that you have now, both for your art, your allies, and yourself, while the yeti wielded an immaculately crafted sword with no thought of honor or respect? Would you believe in that position that nobody should take up the sword?"
The syndicate head of the forsaken seems caught off guard- as if not expecting a profound moment sharing sacred truths to be met with a flurry of words rather than quiet contemplation. She rallies quickly though, apparently enthused to debate philosophy and untangle the riddle presented, as ice-lilies begin to bloom and gather (despite their current indoor location).

"An interesting idea- a martial code where a warrior honors worthy enemies by collecting trophies, and forging these trophies into a relic worthy of battle? I am not familiar with any such warrior code, but I could see how such a thing might be internally consistent. This is not the behavior of the infernal monster however- it is a style which shows reckless disregard and disrespect for one's self, opponents, and weapons. A warrior who wields a sword but no understanding of honor, on the other hand, is much easier to imagine. Those who think power flows from a blade rather than from within, the arrogant who think they deserve dues they do not pay unto others. Such individuals are regrettably all too common, and I have slain no few myself."

"That there are those who do not deserve a blade does not mean, however, that none should. The failed examples of others does not mean one should not strive to be better. Nor does one's environment excuse who we become. Ultimately, whatever one's culture or upbringing, one's choices are one's one, and must be held to account for those choices."

>Making another social attack: Compulsion: resolve the contradiction between the two viewpoints presented so far:
>1. That Infernal Monster Style isn't worth using because it's practitioners are typically brutes and monsters.
>2. That the only difference between Infernal Monster Style and Jan Do's own sword is respect.
I'm... less sure what to do with this? Jan presented respect as a foundational difference between the infernal monster and herself, and their respective philosophies, while I think what this is trying to imply is that she is as much as much brutish monster who just happens to also feel respect on top of that? No contradiction, because premise 2 is a misrepresentation.

I don't know if Jan's dialog would mechanically be considered a parry? Maybe more of a dodge, because she seems to be overlooking the implication Fox called her a monster and is eagerly trying to discuss philosophy with her.
No. 972912 ID: ac57f8

> Mechanics from before

To get the biggest bugbear out of the way, I suspect that there's a breakdown of communication, in no small part because I explained it like garbage from a mechanical perspective. But, I think you kind of twigged to what I did want to actually say with the hypothetical scenario, and made a pretty effective parry. Her stance is that the lack of honor in the style is in the user's heart rather than inherent to the style, while Jan is holding to the belief that the lack of honor is inherent to the style(and there is also the unstated assertion that respect is the foundation of honor, since that's already both a big part of eastern philosophies that are baked into the system of Exalted and a big part of how Jan carries herself.)

And to make this easier to read and lay out all of the notions that Fox is working with:

> Nothing in the world is inherently worthless or damning to learn

> It's the heart of the wielder, not the violence of the action, that
determines what is honorable

> Jan Do's answer to the question "How is the Yeti using Infernal Monster Style different to you using your sword?" is respect.

The third point ties into the second starting position that it's the heart of the Infernal Monster, rather than the violence of the style, that determines a user's worth and affirms her line of thinking, which is where (from Fox's position at least) there is a contradiction in Jan's reasoning for hating the style itself that she's trying to explore and resolve.

> Dialogue

"It seems we're alike of mind, but different in opinion. After all, one could say much the same about the Infernal Monster Style. That so many who are inwardly focused and cowardly would seek out a style that magnifies their weaknesses for all to see is tragic,

"But, just as with the blade, an honorable soul with respect for both others around them and the harm that violence can bring would be able to soar where so many fail and would be the person to write that code of honor, and work on dredging it from the history of wanton treachery and dishonor that stains it black in the eyes of many, and while it might not be as important right this second, I believe that we, or at the very least I, should do that."
No. 972950 ID: afdebc

rolled 6, 5, 8, 7, 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 3, 6, 10, 6, 2, 3, 1, 8, 10, 4, 8 = 107

Reaching into bag, Tasnim removes a vial, filled with a transparent liquid and not a single bubble of air, cap carefully sealed with wax. The viscosity is wrong for water, and a label, marked in two languages and with an alchemical symbol, warns that the contents are pyrophoric.

Offering a vial of firesnake venom as a bribe. The consumable supplies seem like they could be bought with jade coin. The more expedient means of purchasing more than needed and leaving it behind seems acceptable. (If available and affordable, snagging a bottle of tannin for Gilly's request also seems reasonable).

Also rolling Occult 4 + Intelligence 5 for the rubber-making thaumaturgy. Since she's had two hours to regain motes, I'll also apply a full intelligence excellency 5.
No. 972951 ID: 0640da

rolled 2, 5, 1, 1, 8, 7, 4, 1, 4, 3, 7, 1, 4, 9, 9, 9, 6, 5, 1, 3, 2, 8, 6, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 2, 8, 3, 9, 3, 6, 6, 3, 6, 3, 8, 3, 9, 8, 7, 9, 1, 4, 4, 6, 6, 3, 7, 1, 5, 7, 2, 1, 7, 8, 1, 2 = 285

Patches turns her head so fast it's on a swivel, trying to follow the conversation and contribute. "If I ain't bein' mistaken, you're sayin that the style don't have none bit of bearin' on your moral bearin's... waoh." She feels a flash of inspiration. "It's all about the user! But the corollary bein' that those who are trash usin' treasure make it worthless and cruel... so there are those things which are worthless to learn, right? And those things not worth learnin. But for someone with honor, it don't matter what one iota?"

Patches may have missed her train of thought and clocked in on the stupid express somewhere down the route, but she has a point. If you make a hypothesis that the user determines the virtue of something, and therefore nothing has intrinsic virtue or utility, the corollary would in fact be there are garbage people out there who make everything worthless or immoral.
No. 972986 ID: d9acdc

rolled 5, 3, 2, 5, 5, 10, 5, 8, 1, 6, 7, 7, 7, 10, 3, 3, 5, 5, 8, 7, 9, 9, 8, 4, 1, 9, 2, 2, 3, 3, 1, 10, 8, 1, 4, 1, 9, 1, 5, 9, 6, 9, 9, 9, 8, 5, 8, 7, 4, 1, 7, 9, 9, 8, 10, 9, 2, 8, 2, 2 = 343

The staff at the door take his steed and stable it willingly- they know who their master is, and they know what the Stranger is here to do. By the time he enters through the front door, they've already moved two streets closer to home, intent on packing their bags in case they bet on the wrong horse.
He sweeps into the office, and his duster moves ever so slightly out of the way, offering a glimpse of the weapon he's carrying. The man with the cravat is always watching- such a "mistake" won't go unnoticed. The heads- well, the heads of all but one, turn to see who's arriving late the party. A sidelong glace at the various representatives sizes up each. He know's he'll have an ally among the purple fountains, so he just needs to make sure the rest of the room turns with him. Wallport Rabbits seem like a good starting point.

"...I do humbly apologize for interrupting the proceedings. I understand you all are coming to some very important negotiations here. Though, my arrival should come as no surprise to you, sir."
Noir tips his head in a display of deference, but does not remove his coat, a clear sign of his intentions.
"Now, I'd like to come to some sort of agreement here, as I'm sure the rest of you would. I do understand the sensitive nature of your gathering, but if you'll allow me to make my bid here, I'd be interested in bartering for control of Shell Beach. As I understand, the Wallport Rabbits do have substantial interests nearby, and look after their community well, so we'd be something of business partners, if I were to move in. May I offer the floor to the rest of you fine important folks here?"

The stranger from out of town the moves to pour himself a drink, first setting out glasses, then beinging to tip the fine square bottle, stopping just before the amber liquid spills outward.

"Ah, pardon my forwardness. May I?"
No. 972996 ID: f57349

Myomers are formulated, congealed, sculpted, and packed in a suitable container without incident, and seem to flex appropriately when energized. Alchemy wholesaler in Shell Beach is now under the impression you are Seventh Legion deserters, reorganized as a Nexus mercenary company, working in the political-assassination business. When you express interest in leather goods, she attempts to upsell. For just an obol and a half more, you could get a bag made from the entire hide of an ox (which would be more than enough pre-tanned leather to repair the bellows) packed full of 'battlefield salvage' from the Tepet Legions: broken swords, mismatched and/or blood-stained scale armor, sturdy camp furniture, dry rations from the Blessed Isle with original seals intact, and much much more. Haltans and the Bull picked over all the really good stuff before they left, of course, but when you're traveling light, there are all sorts of things you don't realize you need until it's far too late to go back to the quartermaster, no?
No. 973038 ID: afdebc

The bag of battlefield salvage seems a good deal. If we need to prioritize stuff to take:

-several armors in the light weight range, as we have people with no mundane or artifact armor, and some of them have MA comparability to worry about.
-Basic tools, like shovels
-that bottle of tannin Gilly wants
-stuff that could either be repaired or turned into raw crafting materials: metal, wood, textiles.
-probably some of the rations to augment the vegetarian's effects to feed the group.

Broken is better than mismatched, since we can fix the former with Incantation of Effective Restoration, but mismatched can only be repurposed.

Camp furniture seems of lesser importance when there must be stuff in the manse to use (even if not every room has enough chairs) though might be good to take some to have wood to work with.
No. 973053 ID: ac57f8

Working backwards from most recent to most distant:
Ada actually has a different opinion on what should be prioritized.

We can build basic non-artifact light armor from leather they make with the Tannin and the Metal if they want it to be especially good, but that's really the only point that Ada would have an argument against, since she mostly does want raw materials and food, even if her experience in the 7th Legion Sorcerer Engineer funnel taught her that MREs were 3 lies for the price of one on the handful of occasions that she used them to bypass needing to stop studying to eat.

So, her list would be mostly food, raw materials like wood, metal, and textiles packed as neatly and efficiently as possible since it's a volume based transaction, and then at the bottom where the inefficient packing can be made up by the more efficient packing of the feed are things like tools (mostly just shovels for everyone, since a good military shovel is basically a Swiss army knife).

Any leftover space left over for armors, as Ada pulls out 2 Obols.

"Keep the change, and consider it a forward on a healthy relationship."


> She sighs and speaks in rivertongue, "Ada, the magic flying machine is talking to you. I thought I healed that concussion already." as she begins to dig in her medical satchel for her bottle of celestial wine, two doses of which will be needed to restore the green sun princess to health.

> "Thank you for apologizing, but let's not do that again anytime soon."

Ada accepts the celestial wine under some protest, since she does want to be at the peak of her game, and moping and wallowing in self pity is self-indulgent and would betray the sentiment of her apology.

"I can only promise that I'm going to try to avoid jumping headlong into danger, and to better prepare so that future trips headlong into danger will be significantly less dangerous."


Ada switches almost instantly to Old Realm. "This is a large pleasure. I know that technology has largely backsled over the last few millennia, so it's a pleasant surprise to find out that not only is there an airfield that hasn't been destroyed that can still field not only a war-bird, but is capable of entombing full AIs capable of fully autonomous operation."
No. 973080 ID: 0640da

rolled 9, 3, 8, 2, 9, 1, 3, 5, 9, 3, 7, 2, 2, 9, 2, 4, 5, 6, 1, 10, 2, 4, 8, 7, 6, 2, 6, 8, 8, 2, 2, 6, 5, 9, 2, 9, 10, 5, 2, 9, 6, 2, 5, 10, 9, 9, 2, 4, 2, 9, 2, 10, 2, 1, 5, 1, 4, 3, 3, 2 = 303

"It's no issue..." Patches sighs, interrupted. "But I ain't sure I can just let ya into my warehouses... can't ya give me some face, fella? I need to be sure our interests are protected..."

Patches may have been born in the League, but she was raised in Whitewall... being tasked to support Wallport, she feels a little alienated from both her lives. Just because she knew all the customs in here, in Whitewall, in the League... it didn't mean she knew how it felt to be supported by a tribe, to be part of a community greater than herself. She'd done so much in the city of Whitewall, but she had so few friends... or family, for that matter. Everyone had a habit of biting it to save her life after becoming fast friends, and anyone who ever supported her met a bitter and miserable end. The only constant she could count on was her father... and even he only showed up once in a blue moon to say hello or give her some new artifact or book to follow. She always knew her heritage, but never... experienced it. And now she was being asked to support a place that was neither her heritage nor her nation... she'd visited as a teen, but she was with a maintenance crew doing repairs on a sewage line stretching all the way to that stinking place. Even with that layer of protection, she'd somehow gotten embroiled in some conspiracy about a plot to obstruct trade, nearly died twice and escaped a burning warehouse in the middle of the night. She doesn't exactly have fond memories of Sewage City, Northern Creation. Images of a burning beam collapsing flash through her mind, but are subdued as quickly as they come up. Mind like a steel trap. Don't let anything spill-- you've revealed too much today.

"Wallport... I hate to say it, but we don't have much support to give to begin with. Unless you're lookin' to see the real records of them warehouses..." Patches trails off. "Let's just say my boys keep careful tabs on what goes in and out." She hopes to her dad that the dream listens to her.
No. 973082 ID: 4424d1

>Ada switches almost instantly to Old Realm. "This is a large pleasure. I know that technology has largely backsled over the last few millennia, so it's a pleasant surprise to find out that not only is there an airfield that hasn't been destroyed that can still field not only a war-bird, but is capable of entombing full AIs capable of fully autonomous operation."

"Millenia!" Viatrix exclaims in surprise with an undertone of restrained panic in her voice.
"Oh Gods and Maker, they went and done it, haven't they?" The voice dies out for a few moments of static.
"Right, miss, you sound proper educated, seeing you know your birds and such, so maybe it won't sound so wyld-crazy to you, but maybe if I introduce myself it can help us piece this together"
A sound of a throat being cleared bursts from the speaker before she continues.
"First, I'm sorry to disappoint you, miss, but I'm no AI. My name is Viatrix Senta, I work at airfield 5 at Sezakan, and last time I checked with I AM, it was 3516, Year of Man, and The Heirophant reigning as the leader of The Deliberative"
No. 973083 ID: 47cf12

"Okay, well if you're not an AI, and given that you have proper rank and identification, and this warbird doesn't seem to be made out of pure slabs of magic materials, I can guess you're not a least God given sapience, so I will confess ignorande as to the type of spirit you are, especially since I've never seen a ghost enshrined in an artifact that didn't wind up looking this sterile. But, the long story without getting into too much detail is there were traitors in the midst of the deliberative, and shortly after your last check in they plunged the world into thousands of years of barbarism. The Dragon Blooded drove the Lunars to the Wyld, and managed to seal away the Solars. No word on the date of the Sidereals, they could either have been a casualty or the puppeteers behind it all.

"Fortunately, most of what's been lost is purely material, so it is possible to fix given a big enough work force, especially now that the Solars are back. I actually have some ideas on how to go about building that workforce up myself. But, I know this is probably a massive culture shock it you aren't aware any of this happened."
No. 973115 ID: afdebc

Tasnim curses softly in skytongue (partially for the novelty of it, and partially to put someone else in the position of not understanding for once) and whaps her companion's seat from behind. She then speaks in rivertongue:

"Ada, you're lecturing. And the ship sounds like it's panicking. What's going on?"

Panic is not a tone of voice one much wants to hear from a self-driving vehicle, especially after having already narrowly escaped one high velocity crash.
No. 973210 ID: 4424d1

"Oh, oh g-gods" Viatrix repeats weakly, her voice breaking into almost a sob, reverberating electrically throughout the cabin.
"If what you've just told me is true, miss-" Her voice coming off erratically, like a tremble with no vocal cords.
"And not that I wouldn't trust a stranger I just rescued from some Aliens, but that would mean... it's not your grief, miss, of course.
But, maybe you'll understand, and the other miss- With the cheek in Skytongue, too. To me it was yesterday. Yesterday I had a job, I had friends, I... I had parents"
No. 973216 ID: 84defb

"Keep one eye to the future, for it's where all things live on, but keep one eye to the past, since everyone we've ever lost still lives on through us, our memories of them, and the actions we take to honor their memory." Ada hoped that reciting a famous passing from the commencement of the memorial for all of the soldiers that died in the primordials war in Rathess would help. She also realized she hadn't introduced herself yet, so she spent 1 mote to flash her own anima enough to be recognizable as a Twilight caste Solar. "But, I know that this must be a huge shock, so if you need some time to process, by all means."

Switching back to River Speak, "It turns out that our mechanical friend was a pilot from the Solar Deliberative, and had only just woken up, so there's a bit of culture shock to this whole new world."
No. 973255 ID: 4424d1

Ada's introduction is followed by a self hushing gasp with even the soft hum of the craft's essence core becoming suddenly quieter.
"You're-you're a proper lady of Twilight!" The reverence and excitement in Viatrix' voice boardering on saccharine.
"Thank you for indulging my bit of... thank you for the encouragement. I'll try to take it to heart. How should I call you, er... Lady Twilight?"
No. 973275 ID: ac57f8

"You can call me The Adamant Strix, though given the time you were alive, you would probably be more familiar with my past incarnation, Thousand Bounteous Sunsets.

"But, your deference is appreciated, but not entirely justified in this age, where the treacherous systems formed by the Dragon Blooded would have the chosen hunted in the name of dogma. After all, you haven't even heard how I hope to build the world back up to he infrastructural splendor of the first age, and hopefully avoid the same problems that led to it's downfall."
No. 973317 ID: 4424d1

rolled 5, 4, 10, 8, 1, 9, 10, 5, 3, 9, 1, 6, 8 = 79

Viatrix is thinking hard to remember information about Thousand Bounteous Sunsets- Obvious things like how she looked like, common knowledge about her most famous accomplishments, and recent gossip, if any, hoping not to embarrass herself in front the Solar.

Intelligence 5,Lore 3+3 specialty in First Age+stunt
No. 973329 ID: 6bf4ea

Thousand Bounteous Sunsets was, perhaps uniquely so among Twilights, a Civil Engineer. She didn't have as much fame in the Deliberative (only having joined for tax reasons rather than to be active in global politics) and she was never really on the front page for advancements in magitech science. What she was, however, was focused on building more and more robust infrastructure, both legal and physical. That had earned her nominal positions in large scale geomancy projects, but rarely as the head of the project.

Her kingdom was to the southeast of Rathess, but transportation between the 100 cities was an hour at most between any two, and the whole nation behaved as one big city, and while the city itself was quite Spartan in design the city hid under its utilitarian design a thriving artistic center, which was always a treat for vacationers.

In the shop, Ada suggests 5 sets of armor, 4 for people inclined and 1 for spare parts along with 5 military shovels and the entire rest filled with food.
No. 973340 ID: f57349

Rules - ruled, rather - the Prefecture of Zarlath in the southeast, notable exports of which include candy and shaving razors. Did a lecture series on resilient design, supply chains and single points of failure and so on. Credited as the lead editor for the Bootstrap Archive, a collection of technical documents sufficient to rebuild the essentials of modern civilization after a cataclysm, copies of which are hosted onboard each of the four Titan-class Aerial Citadels.
No. 973349 ID: 4424d1

"You were Lady Sunsets?" Viatrix inquires excitedly, accidentally losing even more of her already loose formality in the process.
"It was already an honor meeting a Solar, but you- I mean her, she wrote the boot-Yes, The Bootstrap Archives! I tried reading some of them when we got a tour on board the amazing Harmonious Gale and before I knew it, the sun was going down and the tour was over"
She sighs wistfully at the cherished memory
"Maybe it's Destiny for us to meet like this, y'know? To find you, and another chosen of Luna so-" Viatrix cuts off aburptly, in embarrassment.
"Did I uh, neglect to mention that I wound up having myself Exalted by her silvery radiance and grace?"
No. 973352 ID: 4424d1

As soon as Viatrix finishes the sentance, lines of azure essence run across the hull like circuitry, followed by a hint of ozone in the air. The screens in front of her passangers flash alight, each showing a single glyph of a glowing moonsilver ring.
No. 973353 ID: afdebc

Peering over Ada's shoulder, Tasnim is shocked to see her own caste mark, not reflected, but shining forth, bright and true, from the screen before her.

"The flying machine is a Lunar?!" she shouts in skytongue, confused. She didn't even realize her kind could become machines, much less that the one they were aboard was alive. "You didn't say she was a lunar!" she hisses towards Strix in riverspeak.

>Switching back to River Speak, "It turns out that our mechanical friend was a pilot from the Solar Deliberative, and had only just woken up, so there's a bit of culture shock to this whole new world."
But that means... oh dear. A refugee from a fallen age, but new, rather than an elder?
No. 973378 ID: ac57f8

"Well, as I recall it was 90% technical drafts that I organized into relevant sections, so I don't know how much I'd say I wrote it, but I'm glad that you found it engrossing."

> You didn't say she was a lunar!" she hisses towards Strix in riverspeak.

"Well I hardly knew that she was a Lunar, it hadn't come up, and I hadn't even thought of the possibility that it was possible for a Lunar to turn into machinery. And yeah, that was part of why I was talking to her in Old Realm, since I was helping her safely process the emotions of losing thousands of years of time. She seems nice though, so for personal and practical reasons, I'm going to invite her to join us formally."

She had switched back to Old Realm. "Alright, this is definitely big news. Once we've finished getting supplies, we could always use more technically minded individuals, since we've found the last manse made by Kal Bax, but in incredible disrepair and choked out from supplies by an army of demons as well as it is invisible. There are 7 of us there, 6 Exalts and a strange rabbit person. We would be honored to have you join us."
No. 973391 ID: 4424d1

"Yes, she is- I mean- I'm sorry!" Viatrix blurts out, quickly switching to Skytongue in response to Tasnim's ourburst. "Do you speak the old language? I just thought everyone still does since Lady Adamant- Is it rude that I call her that way? This is the first time I've ever talked to a Solar Exalt. Also the first time I've talked to a Chosen of Luna, too!"
Despite her ancient dialect, the energy in Viatrix' voice transmits without fail a sense of deep seated reverence whenever she mentions The Exalted.
No. 973451 ID: afdebc

"I- no don't apologize, you've done nothing wrong. Thank you for the rescue, we were in a bad way." she replies in skytongue.

"No, I do not speak Old Realm," she continues with a frustrated sigh, "which has been an inconvenience more than once today. ...and Ada doesn't speak skytongue, which leaves us in a fine triangle."

>Lady Adamant- Is it rude that I call her that way?
With an amused noise "Not at all, it might be more respect than she's due after that crash. I'm Tasnim Violette, (either name is fine)."

>Also the first time I've talked to a Chosen of Luna, too!
She doesn't talk to herself then, a sardonic part of the No Moon notes.

>In the shop, Ada suggests 5 sets of armor, 4 for people inclined and 1 for spare parts along with 5 military shovels and the entire rest filled with food.
Okay, Tasnim's proposed shopping list:

•6 Exceptional buff jackets (equipment bonus spent on mitigating the mobility penalty and fatigue rating), enchanted with the elemental benediction of earth. (This will only count as fine quality until properly fitted to a wearer).
Might be willing to compromise down on the number (especially since it's only one fewer), but Tasnim is of the opinion it's better to have it and not use it than lack the option, especially given how frequently violence has broken out around her in the last day.
•3 or 4 exceptional military shovels. Could take more, but she doesn't find it likely everyone will ever to working on the same project all at once (and some of the lunars might have forms better suited to digging with natural tools)
•An exceptional wood axe or 2
•An exceptional sledgehammer
•An exceptional crowbar
•Enough of those prepacked rations (with the elemental benediction of air) to last a person a month or two. We have access to some other food already, this is mainly to supplement the mammoth meat and apples, and to make sure the vegetarian of the group has enough to eat.
•Exceptional replacements for tools missing from the forge, as available. (Will depend on what Ada reports as missing. Anything merely broken could be restored with the Incantation of Effective Restoration, and does not need replacing).
•Remaining space spent on assorted metal, wood and cloth, for use repairing the forge and for use in general purpose crafting. (With several lunars we'll have an easier time finding additional food in the wilderness as supplies run down than prepared and processed raw materials).
•That bottle of chemicals necessary for possible future leather making that Gilly Patches wants
No. 973494 ID: 4424d1

"violette! Innit a lovely name! It's a pleasure to meet you both! Have you been friends for a long time?"
The left screen clears during their conversation with a small, blinking white dot.
"Just, let me try something... It's rather... distracting to suddenly have so many eyes"
The white dot begins moving, hesitantly at first, drawing glyphs in Old Realm that correspond to what she had just said in Skytongue with a short delay between her speech and the text appearing on the screen.
"Is it working? I hope it's working"
A few more moments pause, and Viatrix's voice returns, triumphantly, speaking in Old Realm again
"Yes! This should make things less tricky for the three of us"
"So you've seen a rabbit too, Lady Adamant?"
Viatrix inquires, eager to not let the Solar wait too long to address present matters.
"Because a rabbit god of some sort showed up in a dream I've had, and then there was something about a daughter of his, and then he showed me the way here- where I found you two!"
An approximation of an apologetic cough emerges from the speakers
"I might have gotten carried away again. You mentioned that you needed supplies. Where were you headed to get them? I may need some directions, given the circumstances".
No. 973543 ID: afdebc

"You would seek to redeem a supernatural martial art?" the representative of the Forsaken ponders. "I am not sure such a thing is possible; each style is an expression of a philosophy. To pursue something other than that which lies at the heart of it... I would expect the discovery of an entirely different style.

"Setting aside what might be possible, I am reassured to hear you are not motivated by an embrace of savagery."

>so there are those things which are worthless to learn, right? And those things not worth learnin. But for someone with honor, it don't matter what one iota?"
>the corollary would in fact be there are garbage people out there who make everything worthless or immoral.
Jan Do does tolerates the interruption, and opts not to respond immediately, patiently allowing the moon rabbit the space to come to grips with her apparent epiphany. While her conclusions might be built on flimsy premises (honor is more than a justification allowing one to pursue anything one wishes) she does seem to have realized at crucial truth: there there are those who deserve only death. Idly, the samurai wonders how it could be the rabbit had not come to this conclusion sooner- she carries a weapon, does she not? An unexamined or sheltered existence, perhaps, though this now seems to be changing.
No. 973547 ID: afdebc

rolled 3, 9, 5, 5, 3, 3, 6, 1, 2, 3, 8, 3, 9, 5, 10, 5, 4, 4, 6, 7 = 101

After trading and alchemy is complete at Shell Beach, Tasnim will propose they return to the Invisible Manse by an alternate route- avoiding the canyon where they were ambushed before. If the others agree, she will attempt to chart a path to an narrow enough point in the mountain range for Viatrix to take clear with a "flying leap".

I'll spend 1 XP to raise survival to 2 and then rolling:

Intelligence 5 + Survival 2 + First Intelligence Excellency 5

Since Horizon Silver has a dot in Survival, could add a bonus die from cooperation.

>Have you been friends for a long time?
"Hard to say". The amnesia makes it difficult to be sure, after all. Perhaps not the best time to get into that in detail, however.

The 'subtitles' are much appreciated, and the unusual lunar's clear enthusiasm and friendliness are an appreciated change from the last few introductions this last day.

Tasnim will defer to Ada on the subject of Patches the rabbit, as she spent rather more time with the god-blooded. It would seem then that Viatrix has reason to accompany them, which is a relief. Both because her flight would make this trip much safer, and because Tasnim was loath to leave a brand new lunar, especially one completely ignorant of the current age, to her own devices.
No. 973588 ID: f57349

Warbird's basic sensors can measure airspeed, targeting system can observe ground speed (given visible terrain) and automatically estimate wind conditions based on the difference, both Lunars can tell time, Adamant Strix has an anima power which she's pretty sure can serve as a compass, and two of you got a good long look at an extraordinarily high-quality map of the relevant area just a few hours ago, so major landmarks and exact distances are known. All that together should've been more than adequate for accurate navigation. The route wasn't even particularly complex! Your destination is a powerful manse, so even if you did manage to miss by a few miles you ought to be able to notice it's effect on ambient essence and zero in from there. Yet, here you are, staring at an almost featureless cliff face while the sun begins to rise and Horizon Silver's talons slowly sink into a not-quite-frozen bog.

Surrounding valley is approximately triangular or teardrop-shaped, depending on where you define the borders. Ten square miles of alpine meadow nestled between three big mountains, covered in knee-deep snow at the moment, but all that peaty soil probably makes for excellent grazing land in warmer weather. Northeast and westward 'corners' get gradually steeper and rockier. Southeast end funnels down into a gap that might be just barely wide enough for wagons to pass through single file, which is presumably where floodwaters go during the spring thaw.
No. 973592 ID: f57349

Five fine-quality buff jackets, 16lb each
Three superbly ergonomic shovels, 6lb each
Crowbar, 3' long, 3 lb
Slegehammer, 12lb
Great big double-bitted axe, 8lb
Smaller axe, balanced for throwing, 4lb
Three crates air-imbued Imperial trail rations, 10lb each
One crate of sawdust with a fake Imperial seal, 10lb
Livestock-grade carrots (nutritious but unpleasantly bitter) 50lb
Replacement forge tools, 52lb
Rope, 20 yards, 3/8" diameter, 3lb
Solid copper ingot, 60lb
Assorted scrap iron, 20lb
Undyed mid-grade cotton cloth, 5'x45', 10lb
Alchemical supplies Tasnim can't replicate, 10lb
Oxhide bag, approx. 16 cubic feet, 20lb

400 lb total, all packed neatly into the warbird's passenger/cargo space.
No. 973596 ID: 4424d1

The Warbird's engines pulse in intervals, the hot air ejected from slits along its frame further melt the bog, but keep the vehicle from sinking further.
"I'll be the first to confess that I'm a mechanic, not a pilot" Viatrix quips defensively
"But even then, I do have a license, and the three of us combined should have easily found the place, seeing as you've been there before. How did you find it the first time?"
No. 973607 ID: f57349

The Clockmaker Syndicate's coadjutor swallows that offered ring of keys and horks up a ball of papier-mâché far larger than his own head, torn strips of love poetry and frantic warnings glued together around the remains of a sturdy brass wall-safe, formerly lined with layers of bone and lead, now grotesquely twisted inside out.
No. 973669 ID: afdebc

rolled 8, 5, 10, 8, 9, 3, 6, 9, 3, 4, 1, 5, 2, 6, 3, 7, 8, 1, 8, 3 = 109

Hmm. An unclaimed "emerald" of arable land? Might be useful in the long term, presumably the local spirit court is the reason no humans have settled the place.

>How did you find it the first time?
"There was a blizzard. We were lucky to come across shelter at all."

In the dreamscape, the purple fountain delegate carefully turns the... clue she's been offered over in her ends, eyeing the scraps of poetry and other scribblings, trying to recognize any pattern or significance. Rather than attempting to open the safe, she'll offer it to the Stranger.

"You have a knack for locks, do you not?"

Rolling for the examination, Perception 3 + Awareness 1. (Although maybe some other dice pool is more applicable?).
No. 973790 ID: f57349

Shortly before dawn, snow stopped coming down but it's still too dark to spot much of anything outside with unaided vision. Holographic map in the Grand Salon shows a giant bird come zooming in from the north at improbable speed, circle as if confused, eventually land about a mile away.
No. 973833 ID: bbea31

rolled 1, 1, 10, 10, 3, 7, 3, 8, 1, 6, 9, 4, 7, 6, 7, 2, 3, 8, 10, 8, 4, 4, 2, 7, 5, 9, 4, 4, 1, 1, 3, 8, 4, 2, 10, 10, 8, 8, 10, 5, 4, 10, 3, 7, 2, 2, 3, 10, 4, 9, 4, 1, 4, 9, 8, 4, 3, 5, 10, 6 = 331

Desert Locust leans in close and whispers to Jan Do:

"So, do you think they could have turned into a bird somehow? I mean, I can do [/i]this[i], and that... other person can turn into a cat. Or maybe a giant bird came and ate them? It sounded like there was something weird going on, lots of returning and leaving, maybe they got hit by sorcery? If there's demons around, I'm sure some of them figured out how to do that and would be willing to levy such weapons against us."
No. 974049 ID: afdebc

The samurai considers. "I have not seen our companion wear such a shape, but she is capable of assuming forms of great size. It would not be impossible."

"We should investigate, in any case."
No. 974050 ID: 0640da

rolled 3, 8, 7, 4, 5, 5, 8, 10, 8, 7, 7, 7, 4, 3, 8, 5, 4, 8, 5, 5, 6, 9, 4, 9, 4, 9, 10, 7, 8, 7, 10, 7, 5, 5, 6, 7, 1, 5, 9, 4, 9, 2, 3, 5, 8, 4, 7, 9, 8, 5, 6, 2, 4, 9, 8, 5, 7, 6, 2, 1 = 363

Patches' ears flick a little. "I don't think that's a bird. Enhance'm up." She reaches for the holographic map, putting her paw in it and pretending she knows what she's doing. "Make it bigger an' close in on this section here what have we got. Not many birds what can do that, otherwise ain't no reason to have balloons up in them sky. Any faction that I know of got them birds that big, movin' that fast... no, even da' ain't move that fast. Possibly some kinda spirit or behemoth, maybe." Patches doesn't want to think about the possibility that someone could make superfast air warships at scale. "Could be... maybe a big bug, get them repellent out the ears. Or an air elemental, got wishy breeze on' that'm subject."

Patches attempts to make the radar clearer so she can make a better Occult/Lore check on the target in question. She would not know enough about first age jets to consider them, but she might be able to identify close spirits. Intelligence 4 + Investigation 3 to locate the controls on the holographic map, if any exist.
No. 974119 ID: ac57f8

For the unwoven coadjutor:

Essence 3
Willpower 9/9
Conviction 5, Compassion 2, Temperance 1, Valor 3

Strength 3, Dexterity 6, Stamina 2
Cha 4, Manipulation 4, Appearance 4
Perception 5, Int 5, Wis 4
Awareness •••••
Bureaucracy •••••
Investigation •••••
Linguistics • (Old Realm, Sky-tongue)
Larceny •••
Lore •••
Martial Arts ••
Occult •••
Socialize ••••
Stealth •••

7 undefined specialties
19 undefined charms (6 from essence, 11 from virtues, 2 from being a heroic demon)

Before becoming a coadjutor had been successfully running a fief in the scavenger lands area through a shadow government.

Much like the rest of the Noctua species of demons, Unknown Operative is two faced and driven by the spirit of conspiracy, betrayal, and most importantly ambition, though unlike the less heroic members of his species, driven by ambition without direction or focus, he decided to focus everything on statecraft, both the legwork for toppling them and building his own in between missions before going back to hell for orders, and eventually building up a spy agency in hell capable of relaying orders to and from his kingdom anonymously. And with the magic of delegation, he suddenly found free time for other avenues to ply his trade, like setting up a detective empire (really an agency with a few dozen employees handling the mundane aspects under his guidance, but he really like to call it an Empire to stay on brand) which served mostly his own goals of gathering dirt on people in case it became relevant to his needs at a later date, preparing summoned demons to set up release conditions for other demons under his employ so that they could expand similarly to creation.
No. 974123 ID: ac57f8

"Yes, we should have found the site, so I'm not entirely convinced that we haven't, or at least that we haven't gotten incredibly close. We should go lights on, and in human form. If we're as close as I suspect we are, we'll be reasonably visible from the inside, if we're not,then having light to work by will be a lot better than it being completely in the dark."

Ada followed her own advice, stepping out as she spent a mote to flare her Anima, radiating a pale green aura radiating from a core of bright white, with gold and purple at the intersection.
No. 974126 ID: f57349

Zooming in reveals only glowing sparks rather than realistic visual details, but associated glyphs reveal that it's a unit consisting of three essence users, one of whom doesn't know the other two very well yet. Fatigue on the two riders is consistent with Ada and Tasnim's last known sleep deprivation levels, but the bird... caption keeps glitching, like something can't decide if it's supposed to be showing biological energy reserves or a maintenance schedule.
No. 974137 ID: 0640da

rolled 8, 7, 10, 3, 1, 8, 3, 8, 3, 9, 6, 3, 4, 7, 8, 4, 3, 1, 7, 9, 4, 6, 10, 9, 2, 4, 9, 1, 9, 6, 2, 1, 9, 5, 4, 5, 10, 1, 4, 6, 7, 3, 10, 5, 6, 3, 5, 2, 5, 6, 2, 3, 10, 10, 7, 6, 2, 2, 3, 6 = 322

Patches ushers the others close, reporting what she sees. "This here, what you got... not a bird. Or if it is a bird, it's also a person, y'hear. Which..." Her eyes drift to Desert Locust and linger. "Yeah, I have a feelin', I have a general idea who this bird person might be. Which means, logically, we got Miss Mammoth an' Miss Strix wanderin' around somewhere near here... which they wouldn' be doin, unless they was totally bamboo. This thin's convenient, huh..." Patches plays around a little more with it, before finally relaxing. "So y'all are gonna have't mount a recusal operator. Recluse operand. Ah, y'all get the point. From here I can map out pretty rhubarb where path takin' you'll be going..."

Patches flicks her artifact, and a few loose papers fall out. Setting them on the ground, she glances between the holographic map and the paper, crudely attempting to draw something up that the team can use. It's not the prettiest thing she's ever drawn, not even a full dot of resources, but she hopes it's good enough. "We should bring everyone, we don' know if this new bird lady is friendly. Not to mention she's glitchin' the display out... could exceed the measurable essence this device can handle. I ain't a god, though, so I'm pretty sure y'all will have a better idea of who to bring..."

Patches attempts to draw a map, using Perception 2 + Craft (Air) 3 to copy exactly what she sees. If she can apply her Destiny, she will here-- marching around in uncharted territory is incredibly dangerous, so drawing a good map is important! Of course... little errors on the way would be destiny, too.
No. 974156 ID: f57349

Around dawn, Noir and Patches are discussing breakfast plans (and repairing an ancient long-handled serving spoon somebody somehow tied in a knot) in the forge when they notice Ada's anima flare, a quarter-mile away, through the window underneath the stairs up to the pottery studio.
No. 974172 ID: 4424d1

"Aha, so it must be one of them 'off limit to the public' manses, with some kinda hidey systems in place, maybe?" Viatrix remarks, thinking out loud.
"This one time, someone I work wi- I mean, someone I used to work with, he snuck out of one during his break with a girlie, and they couldn't find their way back in for hours, that is, until security had enough of having a giggle and finally let them back in"
Once she's sure that both Ada and Tsanim have climbed out of the vehicle, Viatrix focuses on becoming Human again- Circuitry begins glowing brightly along her form, and the pungence of ozone soon joins it again. Wings slide up and fold backwards on themselves, engines sliding up along with them, accompanied by the sound of metal moving smoothly on metal. Knees and legs emerge from beneath the vehicle to support it while the landing talons melt back into the hull, arms instinctively move to meet the ground as soon as they form on slender shoulders from the sides of the aircraft, one reaching towards an abdomen being shaped from moving metal plates- just in time to catch the cargo dropping through it and placing gently it on the ground beneath in a few quick but hesitant probing movements while the canopy folds downards, revealing a mostly Humanoid, feminine head underneath.
The circuitry flashes twice, changing into flowing Moonsilver that covers the entire body in a soft glow, its size and features rapidly shrinking to that of an organic Human woman, panting on the ground on all fours.
Rising from her knees gracefully at first, Viatrix comes to a full stand, stumbling a step to the left and letting out an almost yelp like gag, face red with embarrassment and eyes quickly widening before lurching forward and soiling the white snow in front of her with the meager content of her stomach.
No. 974210 ID: f57349
File 159694258284.png - (602.22KB , 945x2522 , Map_of_Manse.png )

After vomiting, efforts to spit the last of the foul taste out of your mouth produce a streamer of colorless flame, utterly sterilizing the puddle and leaving a scorched hole in underlying peat. Doesn't help the smell at all, though.

There's still a small fire lance emitter nozzle in your mouth. You can feel it with your tongue. Somehow it fits in as naturally and comfortably as any of your teeth, just another body part.

Jumpsuit is intact. Glyph reader says "no signal." Wherever those went while you were a warbird, the oxhide bag is there now. Immediate environment is adequately warm for the moment, but if you go marching through the snow with nothing on your feet but fresh mud, you'll take damage from numbing cold - 1B/hour, difficulty 1 stamina + resistance to negate. Favorite pair of boots, last you saw, were in an airfield locker room in the White Valley Province... more than a thousand miles away, a thousand years ago, and under a thousand feet of water. It'll probably be quicker and easier to find or build new ones.

Once the group is reunited, how long are you all planning to spend on training, repair work, and so on before further exploration? If there's anything Desert Locust wants the Full Moon anima power for, that'll either have to be done by sundown today or wait three and a half weeks.

Current frontiers include tombs and "broom closet" in the basement >>970721 , east wing and garden on the ground floor, bedrooms on the second floor, barricaded roof access >>961047 , and probably other things you've overlooked.
No. 974215 ID: afdebc

rolled 3, 5, 5, 7, 2, 6, 3, 9, 5, 4, 8, 3, 5, 6, 7, 4, 7, 1, 1, 4 = 95

Concerned, the doctor moves to check on her new acquaintance, who just vomited and breathed fire. Shapeshifting is not supposed to make the chosen of Luna nauseous. Is this some side effect of her mechanical form, improperly meshed with her organic self? Is she already suffering from wyld taint? A side effect of her long stasis?

There's likely not time for a full medical exam now, but Tasnim feels that she should offer one after returning to the manse (and after resting). Hmm, would they have time for rest?

Rolling to navigate the vagaries of living outside fate and doing events out of order! Even though the group returned at dawn, are they still able to get a night's sleep and contribute to the watch schedule, as previously planned?

Intelligence 5 + Occult 4 + First Intelligence Excellence 5
If cooperation bonuses are relevant, both Horizon Silver and Adamant Strix have dots in occult, which would be good for another 2 dice.
No. 974221 ID: f57349

Tentative diagnosis is biomagitech implants - which will be needing maintenance, though that's not due for weeks yet - plus psychosomatic nausea due to a traumatic emotional experience.

Once you've found your way back to the fortress, Tasnim walks into the music master's bedroom and sees... herself, startled awake by her own arrival. As she climbs out of bed, the boss of the Purple Fountains snatches something >>972986
away from that self-appointed sheriff, and after she's finally pulled herself together there are two celestial wine bottles clinking against each other in the medical supply satchel - both empty, though that's easy enough to fix.

Ada already installed those replacement myomer strips and finished up repairs on Noir's armor, and for some reason you wrapped up the old torn ones in the same little bundle you were using for the new batch - made sense at the time, and you suppose they might be reusable once you learn the Incantation of Effective Restoration.

Feels like you've just gotten a good night's sleep, even though you also distinctly remember several hours of frantic haggling and alchemy and flying around, and possibly a skull fracture when you bounced off of some icy rocks. Yep, one side of your head's still a bit swollen, there's some blood crusted into your hair, and a small corresponding reddish-brown stain on the pillow, which makes absolutely NO sense...
> rolled 3, 5, 5, 7, 2, 6, 3, 9, 5, 4, 8, 3, 5, 6, 7, 4, 7
...unless this manse was constructed to exploit a gap in the Loom of Fate. Of course! Demons of the Second Circle and above can't be tracked astrologically, so the paranoid anathema who built this place must have gotten one involved to provide similar concealment for his last-ditch hideout. Anything causally connected to it will be suffering incidental Calibration-like problems as plans of Heaven fray at the edges.
No. 974223 ID: 0640da

rolled 5, 4, 10, 2, 2, 8, 1, 6, 3, 5, 4, 5, 9, 8, 7, 4, 3, 8, 4, 9, 2, 9, 7, 10, 2, 1, 7, 2, 9, 6, 1, 5, 4, 2, 8, 2, 2, 10, 7, 2, 10, 7, 1, 5, 4, 5, 3, 3, 4, 3, 9, 2, 8, 2, 6, 7, 5, 4, 5, 7 = 305

Folding up her map and plodding over, Patches the bunny god-blood looks over the new arrival and squints. She smiles, and holds out her paw. "Name's Patches, miss. Mind joinin' us for luncheon?" Whether or not someone actually shakes her paw or she just sits there, eyes glazed over while the not-lunar expects a handshake, she's going to head right on over to those supplies (finally) and prep food for the crew. She barely opens one of the crates before giving Miss Mammoth a dull look. "...rabbits get fat eatin' carrots, them that explainin'." Still, she doesn't mind the thought. Opening the other crates... rations. "Right... gotta make these tast-- how long have these been sittin' out?" Patches clicks her tongue, before pulling out scraps of salted meat and other salvageable meal parts, starting up a large bowl of soup. She continues to show Desert Locust how to cook like a gremlin with limited resources, and makes today's [b]Craft (Water)[b] roll.

Craft (Water) 3 + Intelligence 4 to make a salvageable meal from some rations. Might count as a flurry, since she did a Craft (Air) today. She sets aside some carrots for herself, and uses some of her precious leaves to make tea-- now that she has carrots, she doesn't have to worry about wasting her leaves. "Dinner time! Er, breakfast... food time it is! Y'all can get served as you like!" Patches calls out to the hallways.
No. 974244 ID: afdebc

rolled 1, 4, 3, 1, 4, 6, 4, 1, 3, 6, 7, 3, 10, 4, 7, 4, 7, 2, 7, 6 = 90

Jan Do will formally introduce herself (and any others who are present) when she first makes the acquaintance of their strange fellowship's latest member, a young woman dressed in plumage of riotous color, and apparently a refugee of a fallen age.

>Once the group is reunited, how long are you all planning to spend on training, repair work, and so on before further exploration? If there's anything Desert Locust wants the Full Moon anima power for, that'll either have to be done by sundown today or wait three and a half weeks.

Last proposed schedule was here >>970052 . If we adjust that to fit the shifts/blocks schedule that Gilly wrote up for us (breaking a 25 hour day into 5 pieces), that's one 5-hour block on group exploration, two blocks (10 hours) for the 8 hours of training a character can do plus other stuff like eating and interpersonal interactions, and then another 2 shifts to cover the 10 hours of preparing for bed, taking watch shifts, actually sleeping, etc. If that schedule is acceptable to others, it sounds good to me.

Jan Do will be spending her training period today meditating on the scrap of poetry she had recovered previously ( >>968818 ) and practicing her quick-draw while working with Clever Fox, attempting to get her weapon clear of the sheath before the other can react, while alternatively assisting her companion with her own attempts at quick responses. (Mechanically, a second day of training for Secrets of Future Strife).

As for which unexplored frontiers to search, Jan Do will suggest the group begins with the tombs. This would allow the group to check that the dead below truly are quiescent, and might allow the recovery of useful grave goods.

However, as her first act towards exploration, she will channel a single mote to attune her anima to the emanations of the underworld. Does she detect anything within 200 yards?
No. 974245 ID: ac57f8

Okay, agenda for today.

1. Start work on learning Craftsmen Need No Tools, or at least the Pyrian version since she doesn't seem to have access to her native charms but does have access to Yozi charms (A consequence of using Pyrian and Malfean Principle Emulation and her shard not being cleaned by Lytek? Further research necessary.)

2. Start repairing the bellows in the forge room.

3. Start formally repairing the Rockloom.

(1/3 Desires filled. Also, +1 Desire for Repairing/Maintaining Magitech.)

But first, she had something she needed to handle as she did go to seek out Patches because she has something she wants to say.

"I wanted to say, I know you haven't said anything, but I'm not blind. I know that there's a tension in the air between us. I don't entirely know why, but when you're willing to talk about it, I'm willing to listen. In the mean time, I've decided I'm going to recuse myself from the search team."
No. 974246 ID: afdebc

rolled 3, 4, 5, 7, 2, 2, 5, 6, 5, 4, 5, 8, 5, 7, 2, 4, 5, 7, 3, 9, 7, 4, 2, 4, 3, 3, 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 3, 3, 1, 6, 1, 4, 10, 10, 6, 10, 9, 3, 2, 10, 8, 4, 7, 3 = 242

Rolling Conviction 2 to recover wp from sleep.

>what do
Tasnim will, at the earliest opportunity, return the windblade to Noir (who may be surprised to discover it was missing at all, and Tasnim in turn may be surprised Ada "borrowed" the artifact without asking).

Today, the No Moon sorceress plans to spend her training time studying her spellbook, beginning the process of memorizing the Incantation of Effective Restoration. It has proven more than clear this magic will be a great help in restoring age-worn and damaged goods in this long forgotten fortress. Fortunately, the library possess at least one comfortable reading chair, and the group had already extensively searched that room the day prior.

In order to replenish her empty stores, Tasnim will produce new doses of Celestial Wine as she studies (at 10m per does), keeping pace with her mote regeneration (so about one dose every two hours if recovering 4m/hr, a dose per hour if studying allows 8m/hr recovery).

She'll also approach Viatrix Senta and offer a more complete physical. The unusual circumstances of her temporal displacement, her merging of flesh with machine, and the potential of wyld taint in an unblooded lunar have raised concerns she'd like to lay to rest.

I think that would be Perception 3 + Medicine 4 + First Perception Excellency 3 for a medical exam (although that's for a 5 minute diagnosis action, maybe a longer exam uses Intelligence?). Also breaking out the wyld touchstone.

>If there's anything Desert Locust wants the Full Moon anima power for, that'll either have to be done by sundown today or wait three and a half weeks.
"It's strange. You have no moonsivler tattoos, but your caste is No Moon when both Luna and Desert Lily are full."
No. 974249 ID: ac57f8


Fox likewise was interested in spending her 8 hour training period for training her own Lightning Mental Style, and also spending the time trying to shift Jan Do's intimacy towards romantic interest through physical closeness and the kind of innuendo laden phrases mixed in with the discussions and meditations on philosophy.

Fox also is interested in the new arrival, and makes an excuse to be present during the medical diagnosis, wanting to eye up the new arrival.
No. 974254 ID: ac57f8

rolled 5, 1, 5, 10, 2, 2, 3, 6, 8, 6, 4, 3, 1, 2, 3, 3, 2, 6, 5, 4, 8, 7, 8, 3, 1, 8, 3, 3, 1, 4, 5, 9, 2, 4, 9, 5, 6, 4, 1, 4, 4, 10, 2, 3, 5, 1, 7, 10, 3, 5 = 226

> Gwen, I think you might want to include rolls for Ada's attempts to repair things, or Fox's attempt to stick her head into a medical exam to eye someone up

As I recall there was a lot of discussion on what the actual dicepool for repairing the rockloom, so I guess Dex/Perception 4+Craft (Lightning) 3+ Excellency 7 as Ada uses telekinesis to maneuver the wind-blade repair kit, making as many repairs as possible with the limited tools.

> Clever Fox

Fox contemplates stabbing herself for easy access, but puts that plan on the back burner as she just walks into the medical area shortly after the medical examination would begin and sat down patiently. If she was actually given a medical one over, it would reveal that nothing was wrong with her, but she was relying on the fact that Tasnim wouldn't stop her examination until it was done.

I'm not sure what kind of actions that would be taken to contest that, so I'm throwing a bunch of dice at the problem.
No. 974263 ID: d9acdc
File 159703510374.png - (545.83KB , 519x718 , Des.png )

rolled 1, 5, 1, 2, 6, 5, 8, 2, 10, 9, 8, 9, 8, 3, 4, 10, 6, 1, 8, 9, 1, 3, 4, 7, 8, 2, 10, 4, 9, 3, 8, 10, 7, 9, 1, 9, 4, 3, 9, 4, 8, 7, 9, 4, 10, 7, 3, 3, 8, 10, 10, 8, 1, 8, 3, 2, 6, 4, 3, 6 = 350

As the away team comes home, somewhat worse for wear, Desert Locust is returning from the false alarm, >>970904, when Patches informs her of the flare on the horizon. Having just seen the good doctor and the engineer in bed, it was of course a bit confusing to then see them outside, as well as watch them leave around noon, although that's ready happened later.


Best not to think too hard about it. What matters is there's work to be done around the manse, and everyone's here to do it.

"So, whats all this then? Midnight shopping trip you tw.. er, three? I'm Des..uhh, I mean, I'm Lily."

Desert Locust greets the new comer with a chitinous handshake- she appears to be some sort of large insectoid woman, with four arms and strange bladed; she doesn't seem to walk so much as glide, her alien claws skating through the floor rather than across it, and mist trails out from behind her ratty, mud-stained poncho wherever she goes.

"So, what's your story, stranger? I don't have much to say myself, 'cept that I work docks and like to roam around looking for green pastures, or at least I did, until whatever mishap landed us here. This-" she says, gesturing to herself with two arms "isn't normally how I present myself, but I, ah, seem to have undergone a great number of changes that I cannot remember recently."

Desert Locust Spends the morning assisting patches in the kitchen, serving as training for Craft (Water) (1/21 days), then sparring with her, acting as a mentor for MA. When they begin to search for remaining tombs, she nods cheerfully and gets ready to explore, before a sudden hiss from Noir causes her to freeze in her tracks- apparently she's standing on some sort of trap, and moving will likely set it off, potentially injuring her a great deal. Once this is thoroughly explained however, she lets out a sigh of relief, and simply... turns into a cloud of locust? The trap whiffs harmlessly through her new dispersed form, and while insects are not typically very emotive creatures, she seems thoroughly confused at the turn of events despite her instinctive confidence. The only thing left behind is a dull ruby stone with sharp edges, like held by glass or obsidian, which Ada deftly catches before it hits the ground. A thousand insects crawl into the various cracks and crevices of the nearby tombs, searching for dangerous or hidden mechanisms, clumps of her swarming over the points of interest to highlight for others.

Mechanically, Desert Locust is shapeshifting to swarm form, giving the Stone of Acrid Understanding to The Adamant Strix, and rolling to search the remaining tombs Noir has yet to explore.
No. 974264 ID: ac57f8

Ada takes the hearthstone and slots it into the Orichalcum Hearthstone Amulet. "I thank you greatly." She almost fell over as the sudden pain set her mind into overdrive, but she caught herself on a counter as she started to compose herself. "I know you probably can't talk right now. I just realized, I definitely have feelings for you, but we haven't really talked a whole lot. We should fix that later."

And then, she takes the next 3 and a half hours working on the Rockloom (see the above bad roll for how that goes) and spends 16 exp on learning Tool-Transcending Constructs (8 on the charm, 8 on EXP debt)
No. 974276 ID: 0640da

rolled 1, 10, 2, 4, 5, 3, 3, 5, 9, 5, 4, 9, 7, 9, 10, 4, 8, 3, 10, 10, 5, 1, 4, 9, 1, 7, 5, 6, 4, 6, 3, 9, 9, 10, 6, 6, 5, 1, 2, 10, 10, 2, 3, 2, 3, 6, 2, 7, 8, 5, 5, 3, 8, 8, 9, 8, 3, 10, 1, 8 = 341

Patches' eyes glaze over a little at Ada as she hands out rations to everyone, and they look dull and dead-- like she was looking at a particularly boring rock, and not another person. She blinks a few times and her usual glitter returns. "I ain't knowin' what y'all are talkin about, Miss Strix. Ain't we peachy keen? Them and yours ain't troubling me none. I wouldn't dare say nothin improper, given the way you've treated me soy nicely to this point." She sets down the porridge and jerky next to Ada, and brings the other bowls and plates over to Viatrix and Tasnim. "An' for you two... eat up, so you can' be rice an strong."

Patches attempts to use her Dodge MDV of 6 to avoid the issue entirely. It would be impolite to push, and she could one hundred percent be killed by the demonic solar in the room.
No. 974278 ID: 48a928

"Yeah, that kind of vacant glassy eye look is what I'm talking about. But, like I said, take as much time as you need, and if you're uncomfortable with me, I'm pretty sure our resident Doctor is also willing to listen."

She's not going to push the issue much further than that, since it's ultimately something Patches will need to work through on her own, so far as she can tell, and forcing people can end badly.
No. 974279 ID: 0640da

Putum! Patches hits her forehead and pulls her palm away smoothly. "Of course. I should make more efforts to listen to others. Reacting out of emotional blanket will lead to serious problems in my martial arts development. Thank ya'll for your kind teachings, Miss Strix. I will be sure ta rely on others when encountering difficulties in the future." Patches smiles at Tasnim now, but her eyes are filled with frustration, little flecks of anger in those massive pupils. "Miss Mammoth, thank you for helping me cool off after I started something yesterday night. If you hadn't interfered, someone could have gotten hurt. I was afraid of just such an outcome, but your words helped me snap out of it and return to sanity." Patches emphasizes those four words, for some reason...

Patches attempts to make a move against Tasnim's memory, but as the text of Open Palm Caress states, she's more than likely unable to breach it because the toxic influence has not left her side. In any case... Destiny isn't applicable either, since misunderstandings are not inherently protected under Destiny. But she hopes that Tasnim thinks about this more once she's broken free of the mind control... and the meaning of those words. Charisma 4 + Linguistics 1 subservient-keyword social attack on Tasnim to plant a seed of doubt.
No. 974280 ID: 0640da

rolled 4, 10, 7, 10, 2, 6, 1, 4, 4, 10, 6, 10, 4, 4, 2, 5, 2, 9, 1, 1, 3, 5, 7, 4, 6, 2, 9, 5, 9, 1, 7, 2, 6, 8, 9, 5, 4, 7, 8, 9, 4, 2, 7, 7, 9, 5, 10, 1, 2, 9, 6, 10, 10, 10, 5, 10, 6, 5, 3, 4 = 343

No. 974288 ID: afdebc

rolled 7, 3, 10, 5, 3, 6, 3, 6, 6, 6, 9, 9, 10, 10, 2, 9, 9, 3, 2, 7, 3, 3, 9, 5, 8, 8, 3, 3, 5, 3, 9, 1, 5, 10, 5, 10, 4, 2, 8, 6, 2, 2, 6, 5, 2, 2, 2, 7, 9, 3, 1, 6, 5, 10, 9, 8, 10, 10, 7, 5 = 346

>unpacking stuff
>...rabbits get fat eatin' carrots
"They're an excellent source of vitamins, and I expect you to moderate your intake with the dry rations. Keeping a balanced diet is even more important if you're going to be practicing vegetarianism." the doctor primly responds in skytongue.

>""Miss Mammoth, thank you for helping me cool off
"You're welcome?" she replies distractedly, continuing to shift through the pile of purchased goods. "Aha!" she exclaims, pulling a collection of coats loose from the goods, and slipping one one.

"Well, if you wish to show your appreciation and engage in more productive and responsible behavior, you can help me talk some of the others into wearing proper protection. You at least are wearing armor, but most of are not, and I expect them to be stubborn about it. They'll need to be properly fitted eventually for full effect..."

Rolling to attempt to persuade unarmored allies to wear one of these lovely exceptional fine-until-fitted earth-enchanted buff jackets! That'll be a bunch of individual Charisma 3 + Presence 1 + Stunt rolls.

>at the start of the search
Tasnim reacts poorly to Ada's reckless immediate socketing of a discovered hearthstone.

"Wha- you don't even know what that does, don't just go sticking unknown magic stones into things, some of those aren't safe! The lights here are harmful to you, didn't it occur to you its concentrated essence might be too?"
No. 974290 ID: ac57f8

> "Wha- you don't even know what that does, don't just go sticking unknown magic stones into things, some of those aren't safe! The lights here are harmful to you, didn't it occur to you its concentrated essence might be too?"

"This hearthstone isn't for this manse, but hearthstones are typically meant as power batteries and have useful powers, and I would trust that our locust friend wouldn't be carrying anything inside her body that would actually hurt the either of us. And, since I did put it in, I'm 80% sure I know what the stone actually does and it should be mostly harmless, get back to me in a few hours and I'll know for sure."
No. 974304 ID: d9acdc

rolled 9, 3, 9, 2, 6, 3, 8, 2, 9, 10, 5, 4, 3, 5, 9, 10, 4, 9, 4, 5, 7, 10, 10, 7, 5, 10, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 2, 9, 5, 3, 9, 3, 2, 10, 2, 3, 2, 9, 10, 10, 9, 7, 3, 8, 3, 6, 5, 10, 3, 2, 2, 4, 4 = 345

Noir comes bounding in to receive his newly repaired armor, stripping down to put it on in the middle of the foyer. A stern gesture from Tasnim indicates he's being rude- he hasn't properly introduced himself to the new guest, nor has he offered any sort of thanks to The Adamant Strix. If he wants his suit back he'll at least have to make an effort to converse politely.

Or at least that's what he thinks she's trying to mine at him. Hard to tell for certain.

Giving a curt, shallow bow to Viatrix, he introduces himself in Firetongue of all things, a language no one else understands. He then thanks Ada in old realm, speaking perhaps a bit too quickly.


He then promptly dashes off to the library to get dressed and pick up a book during his morning training stint. His cheeks are definitely flushed after having to talk to Ada, despite having no qualms over public nudity.

Going to look for a book that could serve to teach Noir Skytongue, and spend the day training that; then when the time for searching tombs comes, Noir will use the enhanced power of the suit to gently lift and remove the statues blocking the holes down below so everyone can gain access; he does, however, wait for Des to go first just in case he misses any traps.

If we search three rooms an hour, that would let us finish looking over the remaining tombs in three hours; Noir will spend two motes on the second investigation Excellency per room, putting him down twenty four motes assuming this doesn't count as light activity. That's nineteen personal and five peripheral spent. He also always has motes committed to Keen Hearing and Touch as a general rule, putting him at 0/0/19 remaining/committed/total personal motes, 19/16/40 peripheral, and 10/10 wp.

Rolling to search for a book to teach him skytongue, then to search the remaining tombs with Desert Locust.
No. 974305 ID: 4424d1

Viatrix takes Patches' hand, giving it a fair squeeze, although Patches can probably tell that there isn't much strength behind it. The Lunar's tanned, slender hand feels like a mishmash of textures- some almost leathery in roughness, and others so soft and smooth they may as well have been polished with sand paper.
"It's a pleasure, Patches" Viatrix's mouth broadens to an appreciative smile
"Thanks for not minding the mess... I uh. Was hoping that the first impression I made would be less... embarrassing"
She adds quietly, almost whispering, her cheeks still bright pink, deeply contrasting the alabaster skin of the rest of her face and the platinum shade of her hair.
"Lunch would be lovely, miss. From what lady Adamant tells me, I gather that the last time I've had lunch was a couple thousand years ago.
Oh, right. I'm Viatrix"

"My name's Viatrix, Lily. I reckon that you and I both are looking for answers, as far as stories go. To me, two days ago I was working with, ah" She sizes Desert Locust up for a moment, unsure how to describe her occupation to a stranger from a time far removed from hers.
"Flying machines, like the one I just transformed back from. Next thing I know, there's a huge rebellion by The Terrestrial Exalted, I get picked by Luna, somehow a few thousand years pass without my knowledge, and now here I am, shoeless and vomitting fire"

>She'll also approach Viatrix Senta and offer a more complete physical. The unusual circumstances of her temporal displacement, her merging of flesh with machine, and the potential of wyld taint in an unblooded lunar have raised concerns she'd like to lay to rest.
Viatrix gratefully accepts the examination, being friendly and chatty throughout the procedure, coplying with requests and questions seemingly without a second thought. Tsanim can probably make an educated guess that Viatrix has either been examined by doctors many times in the past, or physical examinations are something she experiences regularly.
No. 974306 ID: f57349

> channel a single mote to attune her anima to the emanations of the underworld. Does she detect anything within 200 yards?
If there are any ghosts or walking corpses present - other than yourself, of course - they're well hidden. No current shadowland is present, but there are... ripples, creases, loose threads... signs of at least one nearby hole in the world imperfectly repaired.

A chip of plaster less than an inch wide on the floor of the false garden holds an exquisitely detailed image of a dusky human hand silhouetted against the sky, blurred on one side just enough to suggest motion, as if upraised and waved side to side in exuberant greeting. If handled with appropriate care, it fits perfectly into that damaged portion of the murals. Perspective and scale are such that the complete figure, atop a far hill, may have been reduced to dust below the elbow by a single strike with a chisel.
No. 974307 ID: 4424d1

Viatrix blinks twice, taken aback a little by someone so suddenly speaking directly to her in a language she doesn't know.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know any firetongue, sir"
She answers in Old Realm
"Could it be that you also speak in Skytongue?"
Viatrix adds, switching languages in hopes that one of them sticks.
No. 974308 ID: f57349

Easiest way to combine study and wine production turns out to be alternating periods of reading and meditation, so you've got one bottle filled and part of the other by the time you hit diminishing returns for the day's progress. That rubble and scree on the slope out in front of the manse should be able to provide plenty of low-risk specimens when it's time to put theory into practice.

> Perception 3 + Medicine 4 + First Perception Excellency 3 for a medical exam. Also breaking out the wyld touchstone.
> rolled 3, 4, 5, 7, 2, 2, 5, 6, 5, 4, 5, 8
Blood, urine, oil, and earwax samples, along with thorough scrutiny of every lump or orifice Viatrix Senta is willing to let you near, and every other test you're equipped for short of exploratory surgery, all return either 'healthy' or 'inconclusive.' She's possibly the very least Wyld-tainted Lunar - or anything - you've ever seen, to the point you start to worry your test kit may be miscalibrated. An earth-aspect monk on return from pilgrimage atop the Imperial Mountain might not have numbers quite that good.
No. 974309 ID: f57349

Engravings on the walls of the northwesternmost tomb, way back behind the pantry, artfully conceal a series of irregularly-spaced holes just barely large enough for swarming locusts to fit in. Looks like they average about six or eight inches apart, times fifteen hundred square feet of wall... call it seven or eight thousand spring-loaded darts. Tips feel like some sort of glass rather than metal. Absurdly sharp. Haven't actually set them off yet, nor spotted a trigger with certainty, but a weight-sensing latch under the central statue would be a reasonable guess.

Mechanically, counting that as teamwork with Noir as the primary actor and Des qualifying for assistance (despite lack of Larceny dots) as a benefit of swarm form. If Des had been acting alone, that would've been a botch with a pair of ones showing on five dice, so take two levels of lethal damage from some combination of licking the glass darts and various kitchen mishaps. Natural armor may have encouraged bad habits when it comes to fire safety.
No. 974310 ID: f57349

After three hours of alternately wailing in agony and attempting to reassure Tasnim that you've got the situation completely under control, Tool-Transcending Constructs have been unlocked. Your eyes are bloodshot and there's literal smoke coming out your ears, but the caustic pain faded back down to just a lingering tickle. If you want to start reconstructing the Rock-Loom and learning how to spin stone into thread by thaumaturgy, that'll only cost one XP, but using the Stone of Acrid Understanding to speed the process up means you'll be committed to suffering that -2 internal penalty full-time. Absolute best case it might be done in a week. There's no hard upper bound on how many weekly intervals that extended action might require.
No. 974311 ID: f57349

> a book that could serve to teach Noir Skytongue
None found. Library's still a mess. However, Jan Do, Clever Fox, Patches, Viatrix Senta, and the entity with the gold mask all speak both Old Realm and Skytongue (the latter two, admittedly, in an archaic dialect), so any of them could teach you - which would be faster than self-directed learning from a book, anyway.
No. 974397 ID: ac57f8

rolled 2, 7, 3, 4, 4, 2, 10, 10, 9, 4, 8, 10, 7, 1, 1, 10, 10, 5, 7, 9, 1, 6, 9, 5, 7, 3, 10, 1, 5, 9, 8, 7, 9, 1, 3, 4, 7, 4, 8, 5, 9, 4, 5, 5, 6, 1, 10, 3, 3, 4 = 285


Alright, and with that done, Ada will take a minute to see if Tas wants the stone for some of her own personal endeavors.

"After all, sometimes education is peaceful and calm, and other times it's a bunch of dragon blooded teenagers throwing a blanket around you in the dead of night and beating you with wooden rods until you can recite entire passages from a miscellaneous safety passage on maybe 5 hours of sleep a week and in duress. The manse that produced this stone was built with that ideology in mind, and as you can see by the fact that I'm able to slip my telekinesis into a more comfortable form,"

Ada's telekinesis shapes itself into a dowsing rod as she goes to where the still open windblade maintainance toolkit she was using as prosthetics for the last few hours was to remove the lock.

"- It's capable of making things a lot quicker. Now, if you'll excuse me, I want to get the key to this thing."

I'm not sure what the actual procedure would be, but it seems like it would probably need to be a scaled back version of Aureet Dowsing, or possibly scrying, both of which Ada knows.

Either way, in both cases it's Perception 4+Occult 4+Art of Geomancy 3 for a base dice pool of 11, +up to 3 stunt dice, +11 personal motes for Pyrian excellency. (19/19-> 12/19 -> 19/19-> 8/19 for the changes relevant to today) for 22 dice+ stunt
No. 974398 ID: afdebc

Could it be the entire world is more corrupted than it used to be? Maybe ambient or background levels are just that much higher in the aftermath of the contagion and the fair folk invasion, even centuries afterwards. Or perhaps stasis has a purifying effect over time? There is something of a thematic association with earth.

Questions that are beyond her means to answer right now. Perhaps she'll bounce theories off Adamant Strix later.

Tasnim finds the idea of a hearthstone built around a philosophy of "no pain no gain" to be somewhat disturbing (though less troubling than the confusing results of Viatrix's physical), though she cannot deny the effectiveness. Adamant Strix mastered a charm in hours and does not seem to have suffered lasting injury, or infernal corruption (beyond her preexisting condition, anyways). More strange is the fact the two of them are both already attuned (was the exploration of strange and dangerous manses normal for their company before they lost their memories?).

In the end, Tasnim puts her misgivings to the side. Discomfort is well worth learning the spells she needs to aid her friends and allies more quickly. Who knows how soon they'll need them. (...it would seem being talking into bad ideas by Ada is becoming something of a pattern).

Mechanically, applying the benefit of the Stone of Acrid Understanding to the 8-hours of spellbook study, aka smoking in the library. That's worth 1 of the 2 weeks required.
No. 974399 ID: afdebc

rolled 9, 3, 8, 8, 7, 10, 7, 2, 2, 9, 6, 2, 8, 2, 8, 5, 3, 10, 9, 3 = 121

While she wonders who was once depicted and why a previous occupant felt the need to deface the painting (an improvised sealing of a door or line of communication? Another symptom of paranoia, or in response to some active danger?), this mystery does not pose an immediate risk. The forsaken will pass this information along to her colleges and note it for later meditation, but the exploration of the tombs can continue as planned.

Are the darts positioned in one wall, or around the perimeter of the entire room? Would it be possible for someone setting off the trap deliberately to take cover behind the statue itself? Is the doorway in the angle of fire?

"Adamant Strix, how far is your telepathic reach?" she inquires in skytongue. "It might be safest to trigger the trap from behind the cover of the doorway, allowing the ammunition to expend itself on an empty room."
No. 974404 ID: ac57f8

rolled 7, 4, 3, 10, 5, 1, 6, 6, 6, 9, 10, 4, 1, 8, 8, 3, 1, 2, 3, 4 = 101

"Alright, everyone stand back." Ada's going to motion for everyone to move as far back as possible where they can still see the statue after being called in from her recused isolation from the search party, and when they are at a presumably safe distance, Ada claps her hands together, and her anima starts building up as the statue starts to glow almost painfully bright even from the hallway, and in case their plan hadn't been enough, she pulled the statue to block the door as quick as lightning to block any darts that might have flown from the room.

Mechanically: Feat of Strength
Essence 3 strength+ Occult 4 + Stunt (assuming 2 dot) spending a WP for 10 dice worth of successes added directly onto that.

Also spending 7m of peripheral essence (8+4 for previous post-7 for 5) for 16+expected 5
No. 974415 ID: ac57f8

"Well, allow me to be the first to congratulate you on the cleanest bill of health possibly ever." As soon as the examination is over, Fox both grows and takes off an oversized plush robe made of caribou pelt with fur on both sides to be extra snuggly and warm with Viatrix written on it on the back and an embroidered fat and happy seal on the back (a good omen among the Haslanti, not that Viatrix would get the meaning).

"If it wouldn't be too forward, I imagine that you have some questions, and stories to tell, and I'd love to talk it over while showing you around the manse." She went ahead and handed over the big plush robe as a gift, both to good health, and friendship, if anyone decides to read her intentions.
No. 974436 ID: 0640da

rolled 4, 10, 1, 7, 3, 4, 3, 6, 3, 9, 2, 7, 5, 1, 5, 6, 7, 10, 1, 3, 9, 3, 1, 3, 8, 10, 4, 8, 8, 10, 2, 8, 10, 2, 3, 6, 2, 4, 4, 1, 8, 4, 5, 9, 7, 2, 1, 6, 8, 9, 2, 8, 6, 5, 4, 10, 10, 6, 7, 4 = 324

"We should prolly put 'er back, then? I ain't messin' with no curses, but it doesn't seem none right to just... leave it there." Patches mutters about the hand located in the false garden... "Probably better for the geology if we stick it back where it belongs."

Patches pops out from behind, squeezing in between the both of them. "Buff jackets fer your flesh? Eh? Eh?" She holds out a jacket. "I'm s'posed to be handin' these out to the unarmoir'd among us. Thinkin' bout wearin' one myself, never can have too much armor..."

She attempts to make a surprise Charisma 4 + Socialize 1 attack with the servitude keyword against the two exalts right here, following Tasnim's orders.
No. 974437 ID: 2e4f91

rolled 10, 2, 3, 9, 10, 2, 2, 3, 8, 8, 1, 5, 3, 2, 5, 9, 2, 2, 2, 8, 3, 4, 1, 9, 5, 9, 8, 3, 7, 2 = 147

"I'm incredibly sorry, but that's not entirely possible. After all, that armor would be little more than a steel coffin for someone like me. I hope you understand."

As she talked, her body started to flow like water as she circled around so she could face patches at a decent distance, her clothes shimmering as though a stone had impacted the surface of a lake with golden silk spreading across the surface of what was now a ballroom dress for for a queen, her sash wrapping around her subtly enough that it might be mistaken for a snake and a paper fans floating in the cherry blossom trail of essence she was leaving behind her.

I'm counting 3 successes on initial social attack, and that doesn't hit any of Fox's virtues intimacies or motivation.

Invoking Dreaming Pearl Courtesan form for 5m from personal motes (15/22 remain) and giving Patches the chance to ask for a friendly spar, Manipulation? 4 or Charisma 3+Presence 0+ Martial Arts 5 + stunt social attack with a compulsion effect to ask to spar
No. 974438 ID: 0640da

rolled 5, 5, 9, 6, 6, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7, 10, 9, 3, 7, 7, 7, 9, 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 10, 9, 7, 1, 4, 10, 5, 3, 1, 6, 7, 2, 8, 9, 8, 10, 1, 9, 9, 7, 8, 8, 5, 2, 2, 4, 2, 7, 10, 1, 2, 9, 2, 1, 7, 6, 3, 3 = 335

"Sure... we can fight at midnight..." Patches wobbles a little, before blushing and looking away. Something tells her looking too hard will get her killed, so she swallows her saliva and tries to look at a nice wall instead... "...meet me during the shift change, aight, and I'll be ready for you. B-been wantin' to test myself against one of the Lunars, since everyone mistakes me for one all the time..."
No. 974439 ID: 85b0b7

The spider lives its life in wait for the perfect moment. She could learn a lot emulating that same principle.

"Alright, if this is going to be a more formal affair, I'll leave it to you to make any preparations you need. We shall convene here at the stroke of midnight."

She now has a list of things she wants to gather, a small audience (mostly Jan and Viatrix, the former for obvious reasons the later because she wants her to be exposed to the absolute basics of magical fighting before she's in any real danger)

Medical staff, so just asking Tasnim to be in the audience to tend to the wounds of anyone who gets hurt.

Maybe a 'favor' to demand if/when she wins.

That was a shorter list than she thought as she turns to ask Tasnim to be on standby for any injuries that may occur, and promising she would try to keep real injury at a minimum.
No. 974463 ID: 4424d1

Clever fox enters the room just in time to have a glance of Viatrix's bare back and the glistening of something metallic ebbedded just below the nape of her neck. A moment afterwards, her suit's fabric slides back up to cover her completely again, her hands seeming to operate something at the front of it.
Fox's entry startles Viatrix for a second, but she quickly collects herself, curious to who Fox is and weather if they have an appointment.
"Oh! Oh that's... so kind, miss" Viatrix gasps, her bright lilac eyes misty and glistening, overfowing with emotion, and her hands clutching the robe tightly enough for her knuckles to go white. She lets go of the robe just for long enough to throw herself at Fox in a tight hug.
"Bless your kindness, miss. Truly"
Not wanting to make the stranger more awkward, Viatrix slowly breaks off, looking at her in the eye while holding the robe again.
"Before your gift, these clothes on my back were the only thing I had left in the world"
Viatrix lets out a surprised "eep!" hand over her chest.
"Armor?" she asks with some curiosity, lamenting the loss of her previous conversation. "Do you lot fight stuff often in here?"
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