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

give Arkus the blood togas and the cannon to study.

let him pick which of the two to start with.

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

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

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

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

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

also dont forget to send word of the nearby possibly hostile (to the rebublic) state forces to sir Keddik

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

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

The cannon, seems to infuse its shots with a magic that summons lighting to strike it mid-flight, annihilating the ordnance and spraying the area with molten metal.

>>177882
See if you can find a State flag lying around somewhere. We might want to fly their flag for when the representative comes around

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

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

Also, we should make our way off to get Moss fed, then find that... place he went to.

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

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

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

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

Develop break dancing, line dancing,and the twist.

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

Visit the villages we've saved.

Train the shit out ofour special forces.

Eat dat blood iron if you haven't.

Didn't we have a body to ship off to Kyorto? Does Arkus need to preserve it?

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

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

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

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

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

- Run to the Republic and give the news of the inspection that will take place.

>>177962
Do try and keep up. We sent that back already with two premen runners to check up on Mordreden and to bring back a shaman and a maker to build up Mordreden stronger and smarter.

Lets get arkus cracking on the blood iron first, to identify how it is different from normal iron.
Have him tackle the runes on the cannon next. See if we can implement them onto our form somehow.
Actually, before that, have arkus encase the body of balboa in crystal, as was done with verther.

I like the idea of roads of 177941. It wouldn't hurt to develop a engineer unit for those purposes. Might ask Arkus if there's any books on civil works sort of magic.
Also I like the idea of 178021 for building a permanent army.
Also I second the idea of 177896 of having Arkus inspect the togas, the runes on the staff and cannons, and think that all care should be taken in the search of the staff and the backpack.

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

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

Speaking of Jojo and our special operations guys, I believe that we were attempting to teach Ulzrick a bit of magic and that, according to his statblock, he could learn Jojo's tricks. Perhaps we could consider teaching our special operations types a bit of the Premen tongue? That would make our deployment of them significantly more flexible in the future and might allow Ulzrick to start picking up Jojo's healing abilities eventually.

Search the backpack, probably focus on that, then the cannons, then the togas, then the staff

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

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

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

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

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

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

As I rise, I address Derkin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[DAY 81]

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

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

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

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

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

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


What should I say or do?

>>178129
Inform him of the impending arrival of the state of course. Be very careful to mention that we didn't mention he was here or anything about the town other than slipping up and calling it a republic in front of the state officials. We did not intend to cause him any difficulties. You can lead up to all of this by telling him the tale of how we killed Balboa and displaced Dulu's soul of course, if you think that would help.

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

After that, it's time to get down to business; Inform him of what's happened since you last met (Which I believe was a little before we decided to track down the gunman), finishing up with how the State is reclaiming its territory. From there... I'm not really sure, it'd probably be best to see his reaction before making further decisions on what to say, but I -expect- and -hope- that he'll take well to the news that peace and order will be formally restored.

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

Then, wetell themthe state is coming...and maybe we could get in a punch up with him? Maybe?

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

Sit down somewhere, relate the tale. I'll let someone else tell the tale of Mordre and the Long Day of Smashing.

>>178157
This, but somebody HAM it up more. HAM and CHEESE!

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

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

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

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

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

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

"NOT NOW, ILLIA!

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

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

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

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

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

It would explain his reaction to our earlier query of if he found a food source, that is, his nodding then shaking of his head: He didn't find a new one, the old one he found earlier is still feeding him.

>>178183
That's my thought too. I'm just worried about naming him... words are VERY powerful in the magic world and being a being of magic, I am sure things like names have a profound effect of personality etc.
Hope everything works out well.

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

Now, can someone -please- write up how much of a badass we've been and be all hammy about it?

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

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

It's fun.

>>178198
We have a Maid and a Cat. We can -clearly- have them try to shoot us down, and it can get into a Ham-match of yelling with otu maid before we remember that, oh yeah, our amazingly badass bro is listening too.

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

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

Oh and Keddic, have you any spare world magic infused trinkets? Moss eats them you see. Very good show, just look at what happened to that rock I had lying around."

rolled 12 = 12

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A thought occurs to me:

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

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

Rolling to store.

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

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

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

>>178138
>>178151

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

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

>>178157
>>178163
I motion towards Moss as I respond, still considering how best to break the news to him.

"That sounds most agreeable, but that is not why I came today. As to what my companion Moss here is, I'm not quite sure myself! I found him, and my, what a liking he has towards this golem! Almost like a loyal hound, quick and clever both!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>178180

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

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

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

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

Keddic turns to one of the nearby militia before continuing.

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

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

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


What should be my response?
And beyond that, what should I do? I have not been to Trekel in quite some time, and the Core Being I discovered is still trapped on one of their fields, perhaps I should visit? Or should I do something else?

>>178299

Definitely have him tag along...he's awesome. We will have to be careful though...He doesn't know about the sentience.

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

Oh well, too bad. Take him anyways, he's a total bro.

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

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

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

Pause, then go on.

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

Clap your hands together in front of your face and mutter "Got the little bugger, fly's been pestering me for hours..."

>>178345

Also, if we have not already, make a few AG shells and one blade out of Blood Iron if you can. Since we can manipulate it better with magnetomancy, it will be more univesally useful anyway.

Nah, I think that's enough Ham for one conversation. We don't want to seem too daft. Especially if he's to be travelling with us.

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

>>178348
Yeah, don't put too much HAM in one conversation. That might make people start wondering why nothing happens when we're fighting or doing other important stuff.

>>178299
We do need to visit Trekel sometime soon to check on how far the Core Being has progressed. In that same vein we also need to continue feeding Moss if we want him to be able to handle that situation. I suggest visiting Trekel, then going to the leyline located half a day south from it to feed Moss.

rolled 1 = 1

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

Once out of earshot of the town:

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

Wait for Keddic's assent.

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

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

...

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

Ignore that roll. I forgot to remove the "dice 1d100" from my email field from the last post.

>>178360
...Actually, a thought; How do we know they -were- rogue apprentices of his, and didn't do it on his orders?

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

But other than that, it's the firmest assumption. Mind you, it's also possible Weinsho fed them false notes to sabotage these rogue apprentices.

>>178364
Fair point. Stll, mention that although it's a good guess they were rogue, we're not completely sure. Oh, yeah, also make sure to say how you think Verther's army may have planned to cordinate its attack with the bandits who had formerly occupied the Arcanoworks.

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

I say we should find that place that Moss went to earlier.

rolled 16 = 16

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>>178377
Thats why I specifically said "When out of earshot of the town".

goddamn it.

Let us off to the core being! I have a feeling that Moss will be able to enlighten us, somewhat, on the being's presence. And, i guess we might as well make sure trekel is still free from bandit rule.

>>178380
Autofill's a bitch ain't it?

Bob!t/UKid4z5s 2010/05/16(Sun)17:10 No. 178472 ID: d1210a
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>>178306
>>178341
>>178345
>>178360

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

[DAY 82]

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

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

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


What should I do?

>A big hero from the war against the Mosmordren Empire

AHAHAHAHAH.

THIS SHIT IS PERSONAL NOW.

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

Is Moss freaking out yet?

>>178472
FEEL FOR THAT RIVER OF BLOOD AGAIN. Use the trick we dispatched Daobo and the rebels with, that should at least hurt if not kill it outright.

We should probably mention sometime later that we can issue orders to the golem to do some simple tasks even when you're not at the helm, tasks such as "Go here" or "Patrol the campsite" so if we get caught muckin' about at night or traveling for days we just keep doing it and then answer later that we gave instructions to do this or that.

Feel for the source of blood we felt earlier. Ask Moss what he feels around this place and whether or not if he thinks he can take it on yet. He probably can't, but it'd be nice to gauge how close he thinks he is. Then head into town and talk to the citizens. Primarily if they noticed any changes in the mound and discuss the state returning.

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


>>178486
good point

>>178486
Actually, at some point we might find it useful to have the golem act as though it were on autopilot and we were away, not speaking or using any of our more creative weaponry, then 'return' a few minutes or an hour or two later and ask what happened, expressing concern over the alarming data on our readouts.

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

Also ask Keddic if there's anything odd about where they currently are.

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

A good idea to implement for keeping up the ruse would be to allow him to wake up first and stay still for an hour afterward and say that you overslept. A good show of human weakness. You could also introduce your maid to Keddic.

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

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

AH.

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

>>178490

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>178486

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

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


What do I say, or do?
And if I am done here, where should I go?

>>178565
The bandits summoned a baby core being, and we fucked up by building the mound over it. It's eating something underground(Magic/organic materials/Weinsho might be feeding the damn thing behind our backs... It could even be absorbing leaking world magic the same way Moss does, WITHOUT the need for a stone.), and we've given it a safe place to grow unhindered, it will continue to do so until it is strong enough to break free of it's earthen bondage.

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

Fuck, we need Little Miss Elder God for this.

try applying what you know about leylines. instead of using a leyline you use it, syphon energy away from it to somewhere else.

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

I say we don't wait for the represenatives of the State to arrive, and pay them another visit ourselves to tell them about this. Visit the town that's nearby first, maybe go back to the Arcanoworks to get supplies before you take the trip, but we -need- to get help in here, -fast-.

>>178572
Wait, leylines... We gained the knowledge and sense of leylines -after- our last visit. Check the leylines, Modre!

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

Unless...

It's broken out of the cellar (rot likely amplified by the dirt and assorted detritus in direct contact with the door now, as well as the fact that hte Core-Being had partially bled through the wood), and is probably making it's way through the layers of soil and dirt. That, or its somehow feeding, and is outgrowing it's prison. We need something much more permanent than dirt.

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

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

It's either growing, making more progress toward the surface...or both. Oh, damnitall, if it isn't one blasted problem it's another."

>>178566
>>178574
>>178595
All of these

rolled 3 + 3 = 6

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

Activate the IG, lets see what It can really do here.

rolled 10 + 3 = 13

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The heck did I say!

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

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

Also let's try not to uh... destroy the door with IG, okay?

>>178647
>>178648
>>178651
No.
That is stupid and you should feel stupid.

>>178659
I agreed that we shouldn't use the IG here. Don't lump me in with that idea.

>>178664
Sorry, misread it.

>>178651
I...what? How would that even be attempted? I don't think you can manifest outside a prison without first having access to the outside.

And please don't destroy the Core-Beings prison. However temporary it might be, we're not going to beat something that annihilates NATIONS by itself with ease.

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

>>178574
This would also provide some information about the source of the beings power.

rolled 12 = 12

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

Hopefully our arm doesn't, like, explode or something.

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

And it just passively rebuffed our magnetomancy, Will-based magic significantly more powerful than World-magic.

>>178742
It bled through when we tried to soulsuck it, I think.

>>178742
Also, Isn't blood harder to manipulate when it's inside someone living? I forget if that's this or another thing. That might be the reason for us not being able to mess with the blood iron.

>>178595

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


What should I do?
Should I tell Keddic any of my theories, or possibly a new one, to get his take?
And should I do anything else here, or should we begin heading elsewhere?

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

It's either that or think of a wait to sever the vein feeding it. I think we should make a little improvised iron drill probe and use magnetomancy to send it underground in an attempt to sever or saboutage that vein. Make sure the path behind the drill is sealed.

>>178777
line up a shot with your anti-golem cannon at the vein and using everything you got send it through the dirt to sever the vein.

>>178789

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

>>178789
Yerah.... YEAH

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

Which means it can bleed.

Which, of course, means that it can die!

We have two options: Meet it now and test out the PUNCH SHIT REALLY HARD function of the IG, or alert the State to this and get their help. Your call, guys.

Between Immortal Genocide, the Sable Executioner and the penultimate soulfire I think we'd have a very good chance at taking this core being down if we have to hit it head on. Stalling will only make things worse. The only real questions I can think of is what angle of attack we should use and how we can stack the cards in our favour.

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

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

>>178793
Hey um.. isnt the anti golemn shell a sharp, spiral etched spike? like... a drill? we don't need to explode, only to keep going down. Ozmand should be able to deliver our blow once the shell gets there. Just watch out we don't give it a way out while we are tunneling into the dirt. Like, make sure the tunnel collapses behind it.

I dont think violence is the answer, yet. We need to know how to get it in such a way as to imprison it and sever whatever connection it has to outside sources of power.
I seriously think Weinsho is the mastermind behind this. It seems fitting for a mage thrown out of the Mortal Coil to try to make some kind of a comeback.

>>178827
Oh, and we should wait for/ seek state help

>>178820
yes, i think severing it's power-source and keeping it stuck is a good idea.

Get closer to the mound and shout at it to stop cheating.

>>178820

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

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

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

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

TL;DR - If this thing is deeper than 15 meters, we're prob gonna need magic, a specialized tool, or significant amounts of time to help us dig it out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This is true."

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

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

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

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


What should I say or do?

i think we are done here, we have pissed it off and broken it's main source of power. if we get the revolver added to our anti-golem cannon and when we return it is still not free then we can engage in a subterranean assault.

Right. We need to alert the State pronto so they can cage this beast magically.

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

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

Or we could just go back to the Arcanoworks and wait for the State.

Actually, we have a lot of time, so we COULD and SHOULD pop over to the islands.

>>178985
I don't think we have two weeks!

>>179011
They're coming from the capital!

>>178961
Off to the islands it is. But before we do that, we must return to the Arcanoworks and issue a few more orders. If I'm not mistaken, the premen runners should be returning soon, and they'll need someone to recieve them when they get here. Jojo should suffice for this purpose, and he can continue working with Arkus to fine tune the magic equation language. We should also assign Arkus one additional task to pursue. Tell him to start chopping wood every day for an hour or two. Del Roga gave him an axe for a reason, and Arkus will not suffer from inability to use either of its functions. The element of surprise must be with our fleshy friend. Honestly, who would expect some scrawny-looking punk with a robe and staff to start swinging a flaming axe AND have the muscle to back it up? We should also have the premen patrol the villages and forests in this area religiously and search for that creature, I've a feeling it'll start attacking more often, so we must protect our investments. Other than that... I think we'll be able to travel to the islands without worrying for now.

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

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

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

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

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

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


What should I say or do, and should I carry through with my plan to express travel to the western islands after stocking up, or should I do something else?

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

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

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

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

One last thing.

I fear we may have made ourselves a very powerful enemy. Weinsho, I believe his name was. Be on your gaurd."

>>179044
This

>>179044
I agree for the most part. However, I highly doubt Arkus's axe will do anything special other then chop wood if he uses it. Also, Arkus has, if you remember, proven himself to be capable in combat when the need arises.
Secondly, I feel like we should sent some scouts to Mosmordre, to make sure things are dandy there.

EAT THE BLOODY BLOOD IRON FOR BLOOD'S SAKE

>>179128
>>179126
These.

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

Besides, it hardly behooves a mage to ditch his apprentice. Arkus' Will lessons need to continue. Necessary Tomes and equipment samples can be brought along for him to continue any research that interests him.

Or, alternatively:

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

We should make arrangements for transportation, foremost. Once those have been secured, THEN we can make our way. It'll also give us AMPLE time to arrange things at the outpost to our liking.

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

How much do we have in the way of capital, anyway?

>>179044
>>179065
>>178126
>>178128

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[DAY 83]

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


[DAY 84]

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

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

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

[DAY 85]

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

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

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

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

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

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


What should I say or do?

>>179250

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

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

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

(Preferably female, too. Purely a cosmetic concern, but our posse is a bloody sausage-fest)

>>179251
agreed. having a giant golem trying to get on a boat seems like it wouldn't be terribly effective. If we need, we could pretend keddic is out master, in order to stave of fears of a seemingly self-controlled soul grave

>>179251
I agree wholeheartedly.

Hey, Mordre, can you swim?

Also while he's finding a boat, go out inna woods and test the AA+Soul Soldiers combo proposed earlier, as well as the "Eat energy then punch something" to see if that's the primary function.

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

And I second parts 1,2, and 3 of
>>179251
but especially the female part.

>>179269
He probably could, but I don't want to think of how that water will react with his furnace, and the going would be incredibly slow.

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

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

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

Even so we should make sure to buy Keddic a good civilized meal and let him have some rest. If he is starting to go a bit pale then maybe he was pushing himself too hard in order to impress. "While we're in town why don't you get yourself a good meal my friend? Have to keep hale and hearty for the adventures ahead!"

>>179272
I concur.

>>179270
>>179269
Also we wouldn't be able to find our way. We could just end up on some other continent.

We have a lady, she's just still dead and far away.

>>179277
Kyorto x Arkus otp

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

>>179251
>>179272
>>179274

"Come, let us seek out some transportation, I'd rather be on my way swiftly. ..Hm, I wonder if I could procure the services of an inventor, Whilst on this jaunt for artillery grade revolver schematics, Oh, and that Steam Golem you mentioned, it-"

"
"HAH! Well, if we plan to see all that, then we will simply have to travel to... Golgan, that was it. Yes, Professor Gialgorra actually owns one of the larger islands, complete with it's own port and a few towns. Plenty of inventors, too, all enthused with the professor's work. So, to Golgan?"

"To Golgan."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


What should I say or do?

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

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

>>179290
How about we ask what his fare for normal people is before we start throwing money at him.
I say triple his regular fare for both the golem and Moss with normal for fare for Keddic.

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

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

Assuming up to 50, we treble it.

Assuming up to 100, we double it.

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

Actually, nevermind, say this:

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

The man said he is making a return journey, is he even avaliable for a round trip?

>>179360
Yeah, thats part of the reason I said to ignore my last post.

>>179353
This seems most appropriate.

>>179350
>>179353
>>179375

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


What should I say? And should I try to modulate the price further before accepting, or should I seek out a different captain to bring us to Golgan Island?

>>179518
100 gold?
Not a problem.

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

Withdraw the ribbon.

"Now, I'm a man on the hurry, and I unhderstand the issues with me coming on your craft. However, there's very little stopping an... accident with my golem once we make it back to this shore and me taking back all the gold, eh wot, so I'd like you to please consider 50 gold as the price. We're all reasonable men here, are we not?"

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

How about instead, we suggest that our presence on board might be useful. We can use Magnetomancy to assist the crew with various activities. That would make the trip there and back safer, saving him from possible losses.

A hundred marks for both is reasonable, considering the weight of a golem, coupled with what they're carrying on board, metal for eating, etc.

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

Besides, we'd come of as a little more generous, and that would help our image. I really doubt the other patrons here are actively trying to ignore the conversation.

>>179522
"Perhaps, maybe, I could offer some services to you in exchange for a lowerted cost? One of the golem's functions stores kinetic energy, so I would not mind having it moving about and assisting in some way. I can channel some basic magnetomancy through it, and woebetide ANYONE who attacks you while I'm on board, eh?"

100 gold is fine. Bwahaha!

"Here, 200 marks for the round trip. We may be returning with a bit.. extra cargo bit I am sure this will cover any expenses you may incur."

>>179519
>>179522
>>179533

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


What should I say or do?

>>179596
"As a golem enthusiast, my first concern is the steam golem, and second, anthing that I can stick on this thing that might be handy in a battle. Keddic, I daresay I wasn't much of a man of action before, but my, it truly stirs my old heart!"
Pause.
"B-but not nearly as much as you do, Illia!"
Chuckle nervously.

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

Try to find the revolver schematics, first, then it's a tossup between finding the best local engineers, or visiting this Professor Gialgorra. OR looking for engineers on the way to Gialgorra's, if its past several settlements.

We might as well visit a blacksmith or weaponsmith and buy some fancy-shmancy technological shit while were here. After that we visit Professor Gialgorra about his machine

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

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

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

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

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

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


What should I do?

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

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

Also, ask how much they are bought for.

>>179820
This, very much.

>>179820
Lets also see if theres any other cool looking techno-gadget we could try to implement upon ourselves before we find a maker of schematics. we should know exactly what we want, in terms of schematics, before we talk to someone about making them

>>179820
This.

Bob!t/UKid4z5s 2010/05/19(Wed)16:48 No. 179867 ID: d1210a
File 127431290682.jpg - (117.54KB , 1124x892 , Pistols Offered.jpg )

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who, Keddic? Indeed, I supp-"

"Right, hold that thought."

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

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

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

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

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


What should I say or do?
Should I ask the shopkeeper anything, or attempt to haggle the price down?
Should I call over Keddic?

I would like to quickly note that if we -do- find the Professer, he should be able to make these items without us paying for them. Just a note.

>>179867
Press + Morphis steel = LULZ

I'm up on the deal.

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

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


Nevertheless, haggling here IS a must. We desire the woman's information more than her product, and we have much to offer beyond simple monitary compensation. We do, after all, have a large supply of powerful ranged weaponry without the need for gunpowder at our disposal already. Much as I hate to go off side-questing for alternative funding while we are on a schedule, it may be our only option.

>>179871
[What price should Mordre counteroffer?]

>>179883
Five hundred. Possibly 450.

>>179883
400, I say.

>>179883
That depends upon the shopping paradigm in the city. If it's standard haggling, something as low as 50 or 100 would work, with plans to meet somewhere in the middle; if it's expected that the first counteroffer will be serious, then something like 400 would be best. Perhaps we've picked up enough about the way things work here from hearing the talk in the markets...?

>>179891
This. More information is required before we may make an informed decision.
Stop throwing our money away, people.

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

I simply must have them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The haggling is upon us.


What should my counteroffer be, and what should I say(bonuses for writing up haggling reasoning)?

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

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

Also: What if we stick a smaller version of the skyfall cannon rune on them?

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


And later, after haggling: "As I said, my purpose here is more aimed at arranging for a custom order, and potentially setting up for long-term contractual work, if I am pleased with the results. I would be most grateful if you could put me in contact with your friend."

>>179906
yeah man, keep the morphic research on the down low!

>>179905
Why are you giving out so much information?

"Ah yes I understand what you mean. I have encountered weapons such as this on before and know of the difficulties in maintaining them and now that I think about it why should I pay so much when I could acquire similar resources elsewhere, I say.... 200 marks"

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

200.

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

It also helps establish just who the hell we are, and how active we are in golem research, since we havent even told this lady we are a mage yet.

>>179911
This

>>179896
Bob, do we get a bonus if we note the 'sail/sale' error, or do we get a penalty?

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

>>179905
>>179910
>>179911

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>179930
[BONUS: Further price reduction via haggling.]

"I am fairly certain the last offer you made was for it to be sold at four hundred fifty, not four hundred seventy. And the last offer I had made was one hundred marks, but I suppose, given it's effectiveness..... I could go as far as two hundred marks for them."

The old woman looks equal parts exasperated and irritated.

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

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


What should my response be, and what should my next price offer be (the haggling may be drawing to a close soon)?

>>179969
*impressed whistle*
"Color me impressed, my fine lady. The speed and... power of that is indeed impressive. You indeed drive a hard bargain, and I find it hard to find a reason to attempt to lower the price any further. 400 as agreed. Now, about that man you told me of?"

>>179970
++

also shoot the boulder with your cannon just because

>>179970
I love this.

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

Let's go for 400 and end it.

>>179969
>>179970
>>179974
"An impressive sight, I must admit. You've got me madam, I've absolutely got to have these. Your price is fair and your crafts are impeccable, four hundre-*Anti-golem shell fires* WHAT!!?? *rrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRREEEEEAAAAAAAAAOWWWWWWW* MAUSER, STOP MESSING WITH THE CONTROLS THIS INSTANT! *HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* ILLIA! GET. THIS. CREATURE. OFF. MY. GOLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMM! *barely audiable sound of liquid meeting paper* w-What are you... MY RESEARCH NOTES! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! [Illia: Awww~ did mr. Mauser go tinkle all over the grumpy old man's scribbles? Cmon now, lets go before he gets the cane.] Why do you take that foul beast's side, Illia?! I'LL GET YOU, YOU FUZZY FIEND! JUST WAIT UNTIL YOUR SAVIOR ISN'T THERE TO DEFEND YOU, JUST WAIT! *intense sobbing* oh keddic, this is going to set me back WEEKS! God help me, the blasted cat's urine is EVERYWHERE! I-i just... *sniffle* my work was all for nothing. *downtrodden monotone speech* I'm sorry about the rock... Four hundred gold marks it is. Could you point us in the direction of the smith that crafted these? *If possible, single /tear/ of soulfire leaks from our eyes and singes a piece of grass*"

>>179991
wat

>>179991
Excellent.

>>179991
No. Ham is one thing, but this is utterly ridiculous.

>>179991
WHT?!?!?? This made me laugh but no.

yeah, that's just too much.

Bob!t/UKid4z5s 2010/05/19(Wed)22:27 No. 180026 ID: d1210a
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>>179970
>>179974
>>179975
>>179985
Before Keddic can speak, I begin my reply. I say nothing about the horrendous recoil offered by the gun, already thinking of how Keddic (or indeed, most of the Premen) would have little issue with the device, and so I proceed with my purchase.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whaddaya want?"

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


What should I say or do?
How should I respond to Keddic and the man alike?

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

Saving this to be used later.

Now, for our good man...

"Ah, be you Dimmond the miner? I come seeking knowledge on the fantastic innovation known as revolvers. Specifically for... this." point at the AG cannon. "I'm willing to pay quite a pretty penny for such an improvement." shake the bag of coins.

>>180026
For Keddic:
"Perhaps you're right about the price. My wife used to say that I'd trade the shirt off my back for a cup of river water and count myself lucky afterward, you know. She look one look at my finances after we married and promptly took over. Good thing, too, I'd never have been able to fund... this..." Break off, presumably brushing aside a bad memory. "In any case, you're probably right. But they seemed quite impressive, and the chance to examine the design wasn't one I wished to pass up."

>>180036
>>180032
I'm giving Bob more work by telling him to combine these somehow.

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

I agree with the first few lines, but hte whole "I WILL TOPPLE THE STATE WITH AN ARMY OF RARGLBLARGLFSSHHH *Foam at mouth*" flies right in the face of everything we've been saying up to this point. I recommend omitting that little tidbit completely.

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

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

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

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

We're looking to requisition a Golem-scale design modification schematic, incorporating the loading mechanism of a revolver to a larger-scale weapon such as this. As you were the prime recommendation, would you be amenable to discussion?"

>>180222

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

I tap the Anti Golem cannon as the dour miner turned smith looks on.

"As you were the prime recommendation, would you be amenable to discussion?"

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

"Yes, that is so."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


What should I do? Should I start moving towards my next objective, or should I try to find rooms so Keddic can rest over the night?

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

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

"Well, what say we take a night's rest, Keddic. On the morn, I think it would be good to check on this Gialgorra. Why, I can even look for some hired help in the settlements along the way!"

>>180252
This. Tomorrow we look for a tinker. Afterwords we find this Gialgorra fellow with his steam golem. And possibly break it. Because lol.

>>180258
don't be a jackass and break the Professor's stuff.

Just to remind you Mordre. Ensue that you tell the Premen to refer to you as Mage Mordre when speaking to other non-premen. Now that they are learning the common tongue, they might start blabbing about stuff. Though most could just right it off as them speaking about an intelligent mage rather than an intelligent Golem, you have mage type enemies/associates out there who might get a bit too interested.

Thought just occurred to me and anon friend that we could benefit from having 1 or 2 tinkerers from this isle on our payroll and back at the Arcanoworks. Just a thought.
Also I agree we need to let Keddic rest and also stop to collect our thoughts.

>>180252
>>180258

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

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

"Lead the way."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[DAY 86]

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

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

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

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

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

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


How should I respond, and what should I do?

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

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

After the necessary acting has taken place, suggest the trip to Gialgorra's place.

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

But we may be set to follow him if he wanders around town.

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

Pause, sounds of cooking.

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

Alright, run startup."

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

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

*eating sounds*

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

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

>>180444
The problems I have with this is that a non-mage shouldn't be able to handle the Golem in any way. It's not like a computer where you fiddle around and stuff happens.
The other thing is that we have never run start-up like that before so doing it now would seem strange.

I agree with just pretending we are not at the controls, and just following him around. Perhaps the occasional background meow and barking and such, and then in an hour we can assume direct control.

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

Anyway, I like >>180444 while adding 'Well, we should head up to visit this Professor fellow! Lead the way, my friend!'

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

*yawn*

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

*Sound of shuffling*

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

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

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

*Glass crashing*

*Mordre reenters after a moment*

"What in the-

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

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

*Cat screeching, another glass shatters*

*Door slams*

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

At some point along the travel (Early, near when we start), cue the maid coming in to bring tea, and clean up the shattered glass.

>>180461
What operating system does Mordre run on?

>>180478
SoulFire - Pristine edition.

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

>>180472
Must everything we do in support of our persona consist of endless bumbling and over-the-top exchanges involving our maids and cat? The whole thing would be much more effective as a subtle thread woven through everything we say than the occasional wacky interlude.

>>180503
>>180469
>>180467
>>180461
Sorry, guys. We need a better description of what counts as HAM, as far as we know, delving into its power results in us looking like a buffoon.

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

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

Although, if you have an idea, by all means, share. I retract my previous suggestion in lieu of this.

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

Also, it's fun, and I thin Moredre likes it.

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

Are we gonna have to go back into our ham and see what's cannon and what's not now? Because that's gonna be time consuming.

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

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

At which point I promptly begin following him.

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

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

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

>>180472
>>180513
>>180566

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


What should I say or do? And what is our next step?

>>180610
OH GOODIE!
This is going to be fun!

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

*Hand Keddic two marks*

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

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

Oh, and regarding this field test...hmmhmm, it DOES sound intriguing. What was the reward you mentioned?"

>>180610

"A challenge you say? This sounds absolutely delightful! Why think of the field data I could collect or that could be shared between us. The battle itself would be spectacular too, don't you think Keddic? Two titans, one born of magic against another of technology, fighting it out for supremacy. Of course we will win, but none the less it will be interesting. And once we do so the other tinkerers would likely be inclined to join us and we could also gain whatever this reward he's offering is in the process. Good work my friend, good work."

>>180642
YES

We could make an EXTRRRRR(roll r here)AVAGANZA out of this! put up signs, charge for entry, get a betting pool going!

Sign up, and make sure you've got your cannon ready. I don't think our AA charge is at a high enough level to oneshot it, like we did with the other soul grave' so we'll need to probably rely on our cannon and punching the shit out of it.

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


As a note for maybe getting a few more bonuses, did the Professor first arrived on this island with a first mate of a ship by the name of Golgan, the skipper of the ship, a millionaire, and his wife, a famous actress, a young girl named Mary Ann and the Professor? Or...was it just accident that Golgan sounds freakishly close to Gilligan?

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

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

Also, remember we only have like a day left before we're supposed to leave with the boat...We might be squeezed for time.

>>180623

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

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

>>180632

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


What should I say or do?

...mhm...I have a unique suggestion: Maybe, just maybe, if we tell this lead to bet on us in our up coming conflict, then we might not have to pay anything and he would be very...willing to tell us what he knows. I still think we should go after the Steam Golem first.

>>180834
Fish out 10 marks.

Oh, this is going to be an interesting event.

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

Hmm...I have a few ideas we can try in this fight, but i'll hold off on mentioning them until we see this thing.

i think the simplest and least intensive method of beating it would be to use magnetomancy to pinch the steam emitter shut causing it to back pressure.

Or we could just mimic's the Master's voice and go 'hey, cut that out'.

>>180866

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

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

After we mess up the agility of the other golem, we'll prob try to use the anti-golem cannon or AA to do a finishing shot.

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

Achieves the same result, and doesn't eat up 40 souls.

>>180889
Depending on how big it is we might be able to just pick it up and play with it like a doll. I don't suppose we could use the blood iron to increase our casting capabilities?

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

I was thinking about using the soulfire/inferno golems to create walls of fire to keep the golem penned in. While I don't want to waste 40 souls either, we should be willing to use every advantage we can get.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"..Hello?"


What should I say or do? Should I leave the questioning to Keddic?

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

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

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

Using magnetomancy against the steam golem may be bad, since this is supposed to be golem v. golem, not golem+mage. However, using it on ourselves to move faster can easily be written off as part of the golem's capabilities.

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

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

>>180917
if it has fought tombs before then they would know that the powers of the souls eaten are at the golem's command so magnetomancy would be fine. also AA may be good because steam is made by heat, if it runs hot then hyper cooling may cause something bad to happen to it.

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

And Small Tombs are still Soul Graves, all things considered. I highly doubt they make up more than a minute fraction of the opponents the Steam Golem has faced, and if it's actually fought a Small Tomb capable of magnetomancy on the same scale as us, then we're just colossally unlucky. But we still have plenty of options.

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

As for the current situation, allow Keddic to handle it, but step in if necessary.

>>180925
What? We've got a timescale here, remember? We're supposed to start back tomorrow evening, because we still have the Azelhaedran State to deal with.

>>180914
If the opportunity arises, we may have a chance to test out the IG's primary function on this golem.
>>180917
I like your ideas, but we can use magic. Its totally not against the rules. If all else fails we can just use our magnetomancy to detect where he is, then AA/anti-golem cannon his ass.

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

It's the Professors Prize invention, remember. If we shatter it to pieces, we might as well consider the man an enemy for life.

>>180927
Well then we can head back, deal wid stuff and come back in one week's time , or more if necessary.

>>180932

This sounds like a good plan. Plus, because the trip will take like 8 straight days to run back to Azelhaedran then back to the port. After that kind of workout, the AA will be at top charge.

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

We have a lot more to gain by NOT completely ruining Gialgorra's invention, here.

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

>>180936

Well, if we have a full charge, all we have to do is turn the beam away from the steam golem once we've done enough damage.

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

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

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

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

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


Should I interject into this exchange, or see how Keddic deals with the situation?

Bend down so that your rather sizable face is directly in front of him.
"Oh com now Friko, I am sure we can come to some sort of...agreement."

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

Contemplate changing our mortar load out for the match. It'd require a good deal of metal, but our Anti-Vanguard Blade Launcher, seems a bit lacking the the penetration that would be required to hurt his golem.

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

How about we come to a more reasonable deal. I'll give you 5 marks to tell me what you know, and another 5 provided the information is good."

>>180964
This

>>180964
Arkus isn't with us, we can't change squat. Unless we find a person well versed in runecraft and pay him to do it. Not to mention that it takes time to remove the mortar runes we already possess, and replace it with something else; I believe Arkus said it takes a week for him to do so.

>>180981

I believe arkus has the rune diagrams with him...so even if we find a person skilled in runes...they probably won't know the correct runes for a soul golem, which are quite rare.

I'm pretty sure we can't change out our mortar right now. If I recall, changing the mortar type requires removing the runes, and reinscribing new ones, a process that takes about a week.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


What should I say or do?
Should I go after this 'Jezebel', or do I have more questions for Old Friko?

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

I happen to like Redheads.

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

I still think we should have gone to visit the professor from the get go - if we impress him, and do some serious ass-kicking, we could pick up at least one of the greatest technical minds on this island and a steam golem to boot. But oh well.

>>181066
Please stop being creepy.

>>181066
Na bro, i say we go check the bitch out, if she ends up being great we can come back later.

>>181066
I agree with overpaying him a bit, and imply that it was due to his 'slip up' about the lens. Perhaps that will encourage more slip ups.

>>181050
"I believe you, friend. Only... well, now you've become more intresting for the moment. An aquamarine lens for who, you say? Gia... Gialgorra! Professor Gialgorra, am I right? Why it almost sounds as if you're making WEAPONS for the good professor's golem. That intrigues me greatly, because it explains how this steam golem has kept it's edge for so long. You know, from what I've heard so far, the facts about this construct just don't add up. The variation in its weaponry and innate abilities doesn't match the work of just one man. The professor might be genius, but unless he had multiple personalities*chuckle* this steam golem wouldn't be such a mishmash of parts. So, INDULGE ME Mr. Friko; what do you know about this seemingly invincible creation of Professor Gialgorra."

>>181074

Nice catch. Do This.

>>181070
Never

But yeah, overpay a little and go pay her a visit