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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 4646875" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p>Session 17, Part 2</p><p></p><p></p><p> Suniel tapped lightly on the silvery metal of one of the buildings in wonder. The metal was tarnished and the buildings leaning and utterly empty, but they were intact, without as much as a dent or scratch in them.</p><p></p><p> “You know anything about these Keeper?” he said.</p><p></p><p> “They are old. Older than even the rock that lies broken around them,” Keeper said, staring up at them.</p><p></p><p> “I see the turtle!” Kormak shouted, climbing across the jagged boulders that jutted up out of the water. They all scrambled across the rocks until they saw it.</p><p></p><p> It was a mostly smooth patterned metal shell, the metal silvery like the ruins about them, but shiny and clean without the heavy tarnish of the ruins. It had no head or legs or tail, instead smooth, blank surfaces where they might be. In all other ways, it looked identical to the shell of a turtle - just the size of large inn.</p><p></p><p> They wandered around it, touching it in wonder and curiosity. “Any idea how to make it work?” Kormak said.</p><p></p><p> “What do you mean?” Kezzek rumbled.</p><p></p><p> “Well, it got here some how and I don't think it's alive. There must be some way to use it.”</p><p></p><p> “Up there, look,” Harold said, pointing towards the Landspear that towered over them like an impossibly tall sheer wall that stretched away to either horizon and up to the clouds. “It looks like that silver line is a metal rail of some sort. It looks like the base reaches the rocky hills over there.”</p><p></p><p> The others began following the archer across the rough tumble of broken rock towards the rail. Suniel touched the turtle shell a final time, sighed, and followed after.</p><p></p><p> ***</p><p></p><p> The Landspear was so immense, it made the distance to the rail seem small, but they had to climb over several miles of jutting boulders and broken hills to reach its base. They stumbled out from between two massive boulders and found the base of the rail. It was encased in a giant shimmering bubble that seemed to be made of liquid meta over two hundred feet across that intersected with the metal rail that ran up the side of the mountain, hiding whatever was at the rail's base.</p><p></p><p> They approached and stood a few feet from the bubble, watching their reflections run and ripple in the wavering metallic... substance. Harold immediately moved off into the boulders, skirting the edge of the bubble. The others just stared at it in wonder until he returned some time later.</p><p></p><p> “No way around it. It seems to meld perfectly with the rocks that it encounters and touches the Landspear on either side,” Harold said.</p><p></p><p> “You know anything about <em>this,</em> Keeper?” Kezzek said.</p><p></p><p> The construct stared at it for a moment then slowly shook his head. “The Nexus is... distant.”</p><p></p><p> Suniel wondered for a moment what exactly that meant then shrugged and took a step towards the bubble, slowly lifting his hand towards it.</p><p></p><p> “I don't know if I'd-” Kezzek began, stepping forward to stop Suniel from touching it.</p><p></p><p> It like cool, wet metal, but flowed beneath his hand. He pressed lightly on it and it resisted for a second and then his hand pressed through it. Someone behind him gasped and he quickly pulled his hand out. He was unscathed.</p><p></p><p> “I think it's safe,” he said, stepping forward.</p><p></p><p> It felt like cool metal pressed against all of his skin, molding against him as he stepped into it, then it released him and he was through. A faint metallic taste filled his mouth and the air inside had a faintly metallic smell to it, but the air was clean and fresh too in a way, almost like the clean smell of a waterfall. The others stepped through around him as he looked about.</p><p></p><p> Inside was a two-level metal platform of the silvery metal. The upper platform connected to the rail and could only be reached by a long narrow ramp that ran along the cliff-face of the Landspear. The lower platform was much larger and nestled into a base of more of the silvery metal, though the base was surrounded by rocky debris and partially obscured. </p><p></p><p>Three canvas-covered boxy shapes sat on the lower platform and a cloaked figure with a giant shining silver statue stood upon the upper platform, turning and limping towards the edge of the upper platform as they stood there.</p><p></p><p> “You followed me I see,” the figure said. His voice was vaguely familiar and Suniel frowned as he tried to place it.</p><p></p><p> Kezzek stepped forward. “Captain Witherleg, I presume?”</p><p></p><p> The cloaked figure laughed, a hard, bitter laugh. “I go by that name when it suits me.”</p><p></p><p> “You have another name?” Harold said, his voice hard, drawing his bow from his quiver and taking a step forward.</p><p></p><p> “Of course.” His cowl moved as if he were looking at Suniel. He reached up slowly for his cowl. </p><p></p><p>Suddenly, Suniel placed the voice - a voice from long ago, from a time he'd tried to leave behind and had spend decades trying to forget. The cowl dropped and a wordless groan escaped from Suniel's lips. Kezzek glanced at him with concern and Kormak with curiosity.</p><p></p><p> Witherleg had clear half-elven heritage; high, elegant cheekbones, slightly pointed ears, and a thin beard. He sneered down at the group. “My other name is Danovin Au.”</p><p></p><p> He turned and stared down at Suniel. “Did you miss me father?”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 4646875, member: 60965"] Session 17, Part 2 Suniel tapped lightly on the silvery metal of one of the buildings in wonder. The metal was tarnished and the buildings leaning and utterly empty, but they were intact, without as much as a dent or scratch in them. “You know anything about these Keeper?” he said. “They are old. Older than even the rock that lies broken around them,” Keeper said, staring up at them. “I see the turtle!” Kormak shouted, climbing across the jagged boulders that jutted up out of the water. They all scrambled across the rocks until they saw it. It was a mostly smooth patterned metal shell, the metal silvery like the ruins about them, but shiny and clean without the heavy tarnish of the ruins. It had no head or legs or tail, instead smooth, blank surfaces where they might be. In all other ways, it looked identical to the shell of a turtle - just the size of large inn. They wandered around it, touching it in wonder and curiosity. “Any idea how to make it work?” Kormak said. “What do you mean?” Kezzek rumbled. “Well, it got here some how and I don't think it's alive. There must be some way to use it.” “Up there, look,” Harold said, pointing towards the Landspear that towered over them like an impossibly tall sheer wall that stretched away to either horizon and up to the clouds. “It looks like that silver line is a metal rail of some sort. It looks like the base reaches the rocky hills over there.” The others began following the archer across the rough tumble of broken rock towards the rail. Suniel touched the turtle shell a final time, sighed, and followed after. *** The Landspear was so immense, it made the distance to the rail seem small, but they had to climb over several miles of jutting boulders and broken hills to reach its base. They stumbled out from between two massive boulders and found the base of the rail. It was encased in a giant shimmering bubble that seemed to be made of liquid meta over two hundred feet across that intersected with the metal rail that ran up the side of the mountain, hiding whatever was at the rail's base. They approached and stood a few feet from the bubble, watching their reflections run and ripple in the wavering metallic... substance. Harold immediately moved off into the boulders, skirting the edge of the bubble. The others just stared at it in wonder until he returned some time later. “No way around it. It seems to meld perfectly with the rocks that it encounters and touches the Landspear on either side,” Harold said. “You know anything about [I]this,[/I] Keeper?” Kezzek said. The construct stared at it for a moment then slowly shook his head. “The Nexus is... distant.” Suniel wondered for a moment what exactly that meant then shrugged and took a step towards the bubble, slowly lifting his hand towards it. “I don't know if I'd-” Kezzek began, stepping forward to stop Suniel from touching it. It like cool, wet metal, but flowed beneath his hand. He pressed lightly on it and it resisted for a second and then his hand pressed through it. Someone behind him gasped and he quickly pulled his hand out. He was unscathed. “I think it's safe,” he said, stepping forward. It felt like cool metal pressed against all of his skin, molding against him as he stepped into it, then it released him and he was through. A faint metallic taste filled his mouth and the air inside had a faintly metallic smell to it, but the air was clean and fresh too in a way, almost like the clean smell of a waterfall. The others stepped through around him as he looked about. Inside was a two-level metal platform of the silvery metal. The upper platform connected to the rail and could only be reached by a long narrow ramp that ran along the cliff-face of the Landspear. The lower platform was much larger and nestled into a base of more of the silvery metal, though the base was surrounded by rocky debris and partially obscured. Three canvas-covered boxy shapes sat on the lower platform and a cloaked figure with a giant shining silver statue stood upon the upper platform, turning and limping towards the edge of the upper platform as they stood there. “You followed me I see,” the figure said. His voice was vaguely familiar and Suniel frowned as he tried to place it. Kezzek stepped forward. “Captain Witherleg, I presume?” The cloaked figure laughed, a hard, bitter laugh. “I go by that name when it suits me.” “You have another name?” Harold said, his voice hard, drawing his bow from his quiver and taking a step forward. “Of course.” His cowl moved as if he were looking at Suniel. He reached up slowly for his cowl. Suddenly, Suniel placed the voice - a voice from long ago, from a time he'd tried to leave behind and had spend decades trying to forget. The cowl dropped and a wordless groan escaped from Suniel's lips. Kezzek glanced at him with concern and Kormak with curiosity. Witherleg had clear half-elven heritage; high, elegant cheekbones, slightly pointed ears, and a thin beard. He sneered down at the group. “My other name is Danovin Au.” He turned and stared down at Suniel. “Did you miss me father?” [/QUOTE]
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