Dawn of the Warforged

JustinCase · Jun 18, 2014

Waiting for his companions to respond to the crystalline figure, Glitch at first keeps quiet, observing from the mist he just created. When none seem to react, his curiosity wins out and he attempts to communicate with it himself.

"Greetings," Glitch adresses the creature in the Common tongue. "Are you the Warden of this ancient place?"

Mosier · Jun 19, 2014

EvilPlatypus said:
With a mighty swipe of his glaive Muncher brutally chops the charging guard in half, showering himself, his compatriot and the remaining guard in gore. The remaining guard hesitates, then charges onwards, but his strike is deftly parried by Zeta. The nobleman in the background stands up again, seemingly undisturbed by the bloody scene in front of him.

Zeta follows his parry with a single powerful attack against the remaining guard, attempting to finish it quickly.

(attack roll 7 + BAB 4 + STR 3 + 1 weapon focus + 1 magic weapon - 4 power attack = 12)
(damage roll 7 + power attack 4 + STR 3 + 2 specialization + 1 magic weapon = 17)

Regardless of whether his attack hits, Zeta threatens the nobleman in passionless monotone. "You will state your purpose, or be destroyed."

TillForPie · Jun 20, 2014

EvilPlatypus said:
The ruins are ancient and clearly draconic in origin. Weary of the legens surrounding the Storm Guardians and the terrible things they supposidly do to those who defile their ancient site the two Kalashtar start looking for clues to who (or what) performed a ritual on this site.

(spot/knowledge/religion and or search check)

Valharath is clearly curious but maintains an air of calm as he studies the place in an attempt to make sense of what may have happened here. He takes care never to wander out of sight of Rothitash and stays within telepathic range of his protector.

He scored a 14 on his Knowledge (Religion) check.

Rubberneck · Jun 20, 2014

Rothitash doesn't bother trying to make out the ruins, his focus is on the surroundings, making sure that they are not ambushed. Sword at the ready.

EvilPlatypus · Jun 25, 2014

Swamp ruins.

The guard overextends himself with his attack on zeta, leaving an opening in his defence which the warforged deftly exploits with a quick stab in the exposed eck. The guardsman falls down chocking on his blood, his desperate struggle for air ultimately failing.

The nobleman looks more annoyed than frightened, and with but a thought summons forth a cone of electricity that envelops the two warforged, with dire results.

In the anteroom all present can hear the cackling discharge of energy in the next room. The crystaline warforged shouts again, clearly frustrated at the lack of response, then charges at the door, only to be caught up in a blast himself. He is hurled back into the room, followed by a human-like figure dressed in fine robes.

He regards the warforged with a look usually reserved for vermin or insects, then lashes out with psionic energy once more, while your retaliory strikes seem to bounce off an invisible shield about half a metre in front of him.

The last thing you feel is an intense feeling of malfunctioning, followed by cold darkness.

EvilPlatypus · Jun 25, 2014

Adar ruins.

When the two khalashtar enter a clearing in the center of the ruins, a pattern starts to light up in arcane energy, forming a circle with the khalashtar at the center.

The light of the pattern intensifies untill it is bright as a sun. Then, with a flash, it extinguishes, leaving no trace whatsoever of the two khalashtar.

EvilPlatypus · Jun 25, 2014

Observatory, Argonessen.

Large reptilian eyes stare at the night sky, looking for patterns in the neverending vastness of Syberis.

A figure patiently waits in the shadow untill, finally, its presence is acknowledged.

"It has begun, master. The dreamless and the sleepless are united."

Shayuri · Jul 14, 2014

(OOC - are we supposed to post now?

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EvilPlatypus · Jul 17, 2014

Somewhere, time and place unknown.

The world disappears in a rush of arcane and psionic enegry. It rages around you for a brief instant that lasts an eternity. The blissful agony tears you apart and rebuilds you time and time again. Then the glare of energy slowly disappears all of the sudden.

The two kalashtars find themselves in a hot, humid swamp. The only sound you can hear is the buzzing of insect and strange, croaking birdcalls. you stand in a clearing of some sorts, and it takes you a while to realise you're standing in some long-overgrown ruins that look strangely familiar.

There are some monds nearby that appear to be overgrown buildings, and just when you are debating weather it's safe or not to enter one the oppressive heat and humidity turn into a thunderstorm;

The mound you enter has a large anteroom. You wipe the rain out of your eyes and look to investigate, when Rothitash spots movement. You both look puzzled when you see a small, intricately carved chest with small clawed feet scamper away. It gets even stranger when Valharath finds that it emits a miniscule amount of psychic energy, and has the intellect of a small dog.

When you look to see what it was doing you see a mechanical body lying on the floor, fairly clean, with another two that are covered in mud lying nearby. You see that it has several red psy-cristals imbedded in it's body. While you investigate, the walking box slowly edges near, and when it notices you are looking at the mechanical body it opens it's trunk and a mechanical arm holds out a vessel containing what looks like some kind of grease. You can almost hear a pleading, whining noise.

After some debate you hesitantly take the oil and apply it to the body. A minute later, the psycristals start to softly glow again and light returns to the body's eyes.

Isida Kep'Tukari · Jul 21, 2014

Facet, female personality warforged psionic artificer 5 with packmake companion Trundle

Facet "wakes," honestly surprised at doing so still in place. Her Cannith handlers might have been more prepared to ship the lot of them out as cargo, if self-propulsion wasn't necessary. But perhaps it had taken the others a while to subdue the strange psionic warforged trap they had triggered.

"Alecto?" she calls. "Muncher? Glitch? Zeta?"

She started to sit up, suddenly happy, well, what she imagined happy could be like, to see Trundle standing there, lid open, one of the repair oils gone. He must have found her and used one on her. Then she looked at him, looked at the patina on his metal trim, the layers of tarnish and swamp muck. As she reached out to him, she looked at her own arm, at her own patina... at the deep crystal in her body, usually purple and aquamarine, now inexplicably red.

What?

It was only then that she noticed the two flesh-and-blood strangers standing next to her.

Facet shoved herself between Trundle and the strangers, looking around for the rest of her unit.

"Who are you? What unit are you with?" she demanded. One hand groped for her weapons, but she could feel the stiffness in her joints that meant she was a single good blow away from deactivation. She was alone. Where were the others?