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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. 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
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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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