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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 4394281" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p>Session 8, Part 1</p><p> </p><p>"Give amulet! Iron Sky demands!" the Gem Eye repeated, gesticulating in what it probably thought was a threatening manner with its tiny pincer.</p><p> </p><p>"The amulet belongs to Iron Sky?" Suniel said, moving his hand to where Ming's amulet rested under his robe. "The one I mentioned belonged to a companion of ours, a warrior woman."</p><p> </p><p>"The amulet is Iron Sky's. We demand it. Demand!"</p><p> </p><p>"How do you know the amulet belongs to Iron Sky?" Harold said.</p><p> </p><p>"They are ours, give them to us!"</p><p> </p><p>"Them? We haven't even said we have any yet, we just said we might know of one," Suniel said, debating whether or not to show the amulet to the Gem Eye. It seemed pretty worked up already at just the mention of it.</p><p> </p><p>"We know you have! Give us amulets!" the Gem Eye said, darting between and around the four companions, examining them from all directions.</p><p> </p><p>"Amulets? Are there more than one?" Harold said, drawing a questioning glance from Suniel.</p><p> </p><p>The Gem Eye immediately flew over to him. "They are ours. Amulets are Iron Sky's. Give us now!"</p><p> </p><p>"Pretty big threats from such a little thing. Apparently it doesn't know the fate of the last one," Grok'nar said. He made a fist, whistled as he jabbed a finger into it, then dropped the fist open and made a clanging noise. Kezzek growled, rubbing one of his tusks as he squinted at the Gem Eye.</p><p> </p><p>Suniel sighed and pulled out Ming's amulet. "Does the amulet look like this?"</p><p> </p><p>The Gem Eye was on him in a second, bobbing around him, pincer reaching towards the amulet. "Amulets are Iron Sky's. Give now!"</p><p> </p><p>"Or what? You'll pinch us?" Grok'nar said, shaking his head as he dismounted and led his shaggy horse to the shade of a nearby outcropping. "It's way too hot for this."</p><p> </p><p>The Gem Eye ignored him, its eye spinning as it stared at the hematite amulet that sat warm in Suneil's hand. "I don't know how Ming really came by it, so maybe it does belong to this Iron Sky," Suniel said.</p><p> </p><p>Kezzek cleared his throat. "Well, she <em>was</em> a thief and murderer."</p><p> </p><p>"That doesn't mean the amulets belong to this thing though," Harold said.</p><p> </p><p>"Amulets?" Suniel said, quirking an eyebrow at Harold. The archer reached under his uniform and armor and pulled out another amulet, this one a piece of quartz with specks of light dancing inside it. It took a moment before Suniel recognized it.</p><p> </p><p>"Ours! Give to Iron Sky!" the Gem Eye almost wailed, flitting over to Harold and grabbing the amulet's chain with its pincer. Harold stared the thing in the 'eye' with a surprised/bemused expression, calmly reached down, and broke the thing's pincer arm off with a twist.</p><p> </p><p>"Give to us!" The Gem Eye said, pointing its broken wire-arm at the amulet.</p><p> </p><p>"Getting threatened and ordered around by this piece of rusty scrap is getting old," Harold said, casting a weary look at Suniel and tossing the already disintegrating pincer away. His hand drifted towards the sword on his back.</p><p> </p><p>Suniel raised his hand. "Hold Harold. Where did you get the amulet?" </p><p> </p><p>Harold shrugged. "The monk-thing gave it to me before he wandered off."</p><p> </p><p>"And you didn't tell us about it, why?"</p><p> </p><p>"Didn't seem important."</p><p> </p><p>Suniel met Harold's level expression for a long moment before he turned back to the Gem Eye. "Both of these amulets belong to Iron Sky?"</p><p> </p><p>"Yes. Iron Sky demands!"</p><p> </p><p>"How do you know they are Iron Sky's?"</p><p> </p><p>"Iron Sky demands! Ours!"</p><p> </p><p>"They were taken from you?"</p><p> </p><p>"Demands!"</p><p> </p><p>"You lost them?"</p><p> </p><p>"Give to us!"</p><p> </p><p>"What claim do you have on them?" Suniel said, even his elven patience wearing thin.</p><p> </p><p>"Iron Sky demands them!"</p><p> </p><p>"Are you saying they belong to you just because you say they do?"</p><p> </p><p>"Give to Iron Sky. Iron Sky claims! Demands!" The thing's wire-arm came perilously close to jabbing Suniel in the eye as he dodged out of the way of the thing's agitated and increasingly erratic movements.</p><p> </p><p>"What is Iron Sky?" Kezzek said, nudging his horse closer to the Gem Eye.</p><p> </p><p>"Iron Sky demands the amulets! Iron Sky claims the Thousand Skylands! Give to us!"</p><p> </p><p>"Thousand Skylands?" Kezzek, Harold, and Suniel said in unison.</p><p> </p><p>For the first time since it had arrived the thing went still. Suniel could almost hear gears grinding inside its rusty casing. It looked between the three of them, gem-eye spinning slowly, then floated over to a rock. It tapped on it a few times, then drifted down to the dust and prodded a couple holes.</p><p> </p><p>"I think it broke," Grok'nar said from where he reclined in the shade with a wineskin. "Couple gears came loose somewhere in there."</p><p> </p><p>Suniel dismounted and walked over to it, curiosity inflamed, Harold and Kezzek not far behind.</p><p> </p><p>Finally, the Gem Eye turned to Suniel.</p><p> </p><p>"What place is this?" it said, it's tinny voice as quiet as Suniel had ever heard it.</p><p> </p><p>Harold shook his head. "This is a waste of time, we should get going."</p><p> </p><p>"This is the Ragged Hills, near the edge of Northmand," Suniel said, ignoring the archer.</p><p> </p><p>The Gem Eye floated quietly for another long moment. "No, what place is <em>this</em>?" It gestured in a broad arc.</p><p> </p><p>"We just told it!" Harold said. "I think the hobgoblin is right, this thing is damaged."</p><p> </p><p>Suniel ignored Harold, trying to make sense of what the thing was asking. "This place is the Ragged Hills. Nearby is Northmand and Mirror Lake. The Mist Tops are the mountains across Mirror Lake. South of Northmand is the Greenpath River that winds between Gnarlbend Forest and the Stoop Oaks until it reaches the Crystal Deep-"</p><p> </p><p>"No no! What place is <em>this</em>?" It flew up and spun in a circle, wire-arm waving as if to encompass the whole world.</p><p> </p><p><em>The whole world? </em>Suniel thought, <em>or just all of....</em> Suddenly it came to him.</p><p> </p><p>"Felskein?"</p><p> </p><p>The thing flew to Suniel, gem-eye spinning an inch from his face. "This is Felskein? Tell meee!"</p><p> </p><p>Suniel nodded, confused. "This is Felskein. Where else would it be? What else is there?"</p><p> </p><p>"Felskein! This is Felskein! Found Felskein!" the Gem Eye shot up and down, wire-arm flitting about. If Suniel didn't know any better he'd think it was dancing.</p><p> </p><p>"All right, that proves it, this thing needs to be put out of our misery," Harold said, pulling his bow out of his quiver.</p><p> </p><p>"Felskeiiiiiiin!" the Gem Eye practically shrieked, shooting up into the sky at an amazing speed. Several hundred feet up, it suddenly stopped and shot back down towards them again.</p><p> </p><p>It floated over to Suniel and extended its wire-arm. "Amulet?" it said, sounding almost hopeful.</p><p> </p><p>Suniel shook his head. "It doesn't belong to you simply because you say so. I think you have no more claim to it than we do."</p><p> </p><p>The its gem-eye turned slowly as it regarded him. Then it turned, drifted towards Harold for a moment, seemed to think better of approaching the now-armed archer, and stopped.</p><p> </p><p>It was still for another long moment, then, without warning shot up into the air again. "Found Felskeiiiiiin!"</p><p> </p><p>"Well, that was... different." Grok'nar said, now chewing on some hardtack. Kezzek grunted and joined Grok'nar in the shade, taking an offered biscuit from the hobgoblin.</p><p> </p><p>Harold and Suniel continued to stare at the thing as it shrunk to a black speck and then disappeared entirely. Suniel was just about to look away when he saw it appear again.</p><p> </p><p><em>No, there's two now,</em> he thought, squinting and shading his eyes. <em>Except they're moving different. Like they're bigger maybe. It almost looks like... </em></p><p></p><p>He realized what he was looking at with a start and shot a glance at Harold, the archer's expression telling Suniel that he'd come to the same conclusion.</p><p> </p><p>Suniel chanted a word of warding as Harold drew an arrow and shouted to the others. "They come from the skies, prepare for battle!"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 4394281, member: 60965"] Session 8, Part 1 "Give amulet! Iron Sky demands!" the Gem Eye repeated, gesticulating in what it probably thought was a threatening manner with its tiny pincer. "The amulet belongs to Iron Sky?" Suniel said, moving his hand to where Ming's amulet rested under his robe. "The one I mentioned belonged to a companion of ours, a warrior woman." "The amulet is Iron Sky's. We demand it. Demand!" "How do you know the amulet belongs to Iron Sky?" Harold said. "They are ours, give them to us!" "Them? We haven't even said we have any yet, we just said we might know of one," Suniel said, debating whether or not to show the amulet to the Gem Eye. It seemed pretty worked up already at just the mention of it. "We know you have! Give us amulets!" the Gem Eye said, darting between and around the four companions, examining them from all directions. "Amulets? Are there more than one?" Harold said, drawing a questioning glance from Suniel. The Gem Eye immediately flew over to him. "They are ours. Amulets are Iron Sky's. Give us now!" "Pretty big threats from such a little thing. Apparently it doesn't know the fate of the last one," Grok'nar said. He made a fist, whistled as he jabbed a finger into it, then dropped the fist open and made a clanging noise. Kezzek growled, rubbing one of his tusks as he squinted at the Gem Eye. Suniel sighed and pulled out Ming's amulet. "Does the amulet look like this?" The Gem Eye was on him in a second, bobbing around him, pincer reaching towards the amulet. "Amulets are Iron Sky's. Give now!" "Or what? You'll pinch us?" Grok'nar said, shaking his head as he dismounted and led his shaggy horse to the shade of a nearby outcropping. "It's way too hot for this." The Gem Eye ignored him, its eye spinning as it stared at the hematite amulet that sat warm in Suneil's hand. "I don't know how Ming really came by it, so maybe it does belong to this Iron Sky," Suniel said. Kezzek cleared his throat. "Well, she [I]was[/I] a thief and murderer." "That doesn't mean the amulets belong to this thing though," Harold said. "Amulets?" Suniel said, quirking an eyebrow at Harold. The archer reached under his uniform and armor and pulled out another amulet, this one a piece of quartz with specks of light dancing inside it. It took a moment before Suniel recognized it. "Ours! Give to Iron Sky!" the Gem Eye almost wailed, flitting over to Harold and grabbing the amulet's chain with its pincer. Harold stared the thing in the 'eye' with a surprised/bemused expression, calmly reached down, and broke the thing's pincer arm off with a twist. "Give to us!" The Gem Eye said, pointing its broken wire-arm at the amulet. "Getting threatened and ordered around by this piece of rusty scrap is getting old," Harold said, casting a weary look at Suniel and tossing the already disintegrating pincer away. His hand drifted towards the sword on his back. Suniel raised his hand. "Hold Harold. Where did you get the amulet?" Harold shrugged. "The monk-thing gave it to me before he wandered off." "And you didn't tell us about it, why?" "Didn't seem important." Suniel met Harold's level expression for a long moment before he turned back to the Gem Eye. "Both of these amulets belong to Iron Sky?" "Yes. Iron Sky demands!" "How do you know they are Iron Sky's?" "Iron Sky demands! Ours!" "They were taken from you?" "Demands!" "You lost them?" "Give to us!" "What claim do you have on them?" Suniel said, even his elven patience wearing thin. "Iron Sky demands them!" "Are you saying they belong to you just because you say they do?" "Give to Iron Sky. Iron Sky claims! Demands!" The thing's wire-arm came perilously close to jabbing Suniel in the eye as he dodged out of the way of the thing's agitated and increasingly erratic movements. "What is Iron Sky?" Kezzek said, nudging his horse closer to the Gem Eye. "Iron Sky demands the amulets! Iron Sky claims the Thousand Skylands! Give to us!" "Thousand Skylands?" Kezzek, Harold, and Suniel said in unison. For the first time since it had arrived the thing went still. Suniel could almost hear gears grinding inside its rusty casing. It looked between the three of them, gem-eye spinning slowly, then floated over to a rock. It tapped on it a few times, then drifted down to the dust and prodded a couple holes. "I think it broke," Grok'nar said from where he reclined in the shade with a wineskin. "Couple gears came loose somewhere in there." Suniel dismounted and walked over to it, curiosity inflamed, Harold and Kezzek not far behind. Finally, the Gem Eye turned to Suniel. "What place is this?" it said, it's tinny voice as quiet as Suniel had ever heard it. Harold shook his head. "This is a waste of time, we should get going." "This is the Ragged Hills, near the edge of Northmand," Suniel said, ignoring the archer. The Gem Eye floated quietly for another long moment. "No, what place is [I]this[/I]?" It gestured in a broad arc. "We just told it!" Harold said. "I think the hobgoblin is right, this thing is damaged." Suniel ignored Harold, trying to make sense of what the thing was asking. "This place is the Ragged Hills. Nearby is Northmand and Mirror Lake. The Mist Tops are the mountains across Mirror Lake. South of Northmand is the Greenpath River that winds between Gnarlbend Forest and the Stoop Oaks until it reaches the Crystal Deep-" "No no! What place is [I]this[/I]?" It flew up and spun in a circle, wire-arm waving as if to encompass the whole world. [I]The whole world? [/I]Suniel thought, [I]or just all of....[/I] Suddenly it came to him. "Felskein?" The thing flew to Suniel, gem-eye spinning an inch from his face. "This is Felskein? Tell meee!" Suniel nodded, confused. "This is Felskein. Where else would it be? What else is there?" "Felskein! This is Felskein! Found Felskein!" the Gem Eye shot up and down, wire-arm flitting about. If Suniel didn't know any better he'd think it was dancing. "All right, that proves it, this thing needs to be put out of our misery," Harold said, pulling his bow out of his quiver. "Felskeiiiiiiin!" the Gem Eye practically shrieked, shooting up into the sky at an amazing speed. Several hundred feet up, it suddenly stopped and shot back down towards them again. It floated over to Suniel and extended its wire-arm. "Amulet?" it said, sounding almost hopeful. Suniel shook his head. "It doesn't belong to you simply because you say so. I think you have no more claim to it than we do." The its gem-eye turned slowly as it regarded him. Then it turned, drifted towards Harold for a moment, seemed to think better of approaching the now-armed archer, and stopped. It was still for another long moment, then, without warning shot up into the air again. "Found Felskeiiiiiin!" "Well, that was... different." Grok'nar said, now chewing on some hardtack. Kezzek grunted and joined Grok'nar in the shade, taking an offered biscuit from the hobgoblin. Harold and Suniel continued to stare at the thing as it shrunk to a black speck and then disappeared entirely. Suniel was just about to look away when he saw it appear again. [I]No, there's two now,[/I] he thought, squinting and shading his eyes. [I]Except they're moving different. Like they're bigger maybe. It almost looks like... [/I] He realized what he was looking at with a start and shot a glance at Harold, the archer's expression telling Suniel that he'd come to the same conclusion. Suniel chanted a word of warding as Harold drew an arrow and shouted to the others. "They come from the skies, prepare for battle!" [/QUOTE]
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