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"Fascinating," Seregal said, quickly moving to Echo's side. His eyes dance with excitement. "Does this mean they will obey us now? Could they tell us more about this map and where we're supposed to go?"

Seregal says, "Echo, I think that they're interested in expanding their territory. Any way to tell them 'no'?" He scratches at his beard. "I wonder if we can give them orders directly - think of how safe this expedition would be if we could persuade these fine specimens to be our escorts! We...

Seregal tries to see if he can figure out what the abhuman is communicating to him. 1d20=8

Seregal continues to distract that the abhumans by talking to them, or at least he's convinced that what's doing; giving Antor and Echo more time to figure out the panel. "I'm your friend," he repeats, hoping to get through the abhumans. Seregal tries to get the attention of the abhuman with...

Seregal smiles his most charming smile at the creatures and attempts to sketch the symbol for 'greeting' in the air. "Hello there," he says, in his best diplomatic voice. "We come in peace." [OOC: Spend two points of Effort to convince them of my awesomeness... 1d20=3 Oh dear, this won't go...

Seregal stares down, amazed at the humanoid figures below the surface of the membrane. "There are people down here!" he calls out to Antor and Duncan. "Are they sapient? Are they prisoners?" he continues to mutter to himself. "And what is the relationship between the fluid and the power?"...

Seregal says, “Hmm, I wonder what that liquid does. And where that beam of light is going! Most curious.” While Echo studies the control panel, Seregal looks at the liquid coming out of the pipe and pooling in a trough around the right-hand panel. “There’s something under this,” he notes, and...

Seregal pauses to carefully examine the symbols and then listens to the door. "An engine, perhaps?" he muses. He thinks about all that he's learned so far and then tentatively tries to open the door.

Seregal carefully goes first, slinking foward around Duncan, being fully alert to any strange environmental changes or unusual surrounds. He's working on a map in his head that he'll draw up later on, and already has a basic outline of what they have discovered so far in mind. He has a rope...

Seregal crawls out of the pit, looking delighted. "Isn't this amazing? We can move the 'floor' around relative to everyone else!" He rubs his hands together. "Let's start experimenting! There could be an exciting stash of numenera devices here. The whole thing is one device. How about I go...

Seregal blinks, confronted by his sudden dislocation in his geometry. “Uh, Echo? Shouldn’t you be falling down?” He screws up his face. “Or am I the wrong way? How intriguing. I wonder if this place has unique spacial properties…” As he rambles to himself, he seems surprised to see...

"It was an expedition many years ago," Seregal reminisces. “There was a terrible storm that lasted five days and nights, and at the end of it, there was a silver metallic structure washed up on Rathess Beach, near Qi. It looked like boat hull, upside down, so they called it the Rathess Hull...

Seregal gets out his rope and exploring equipment and eagerly climbs down into the hatch, bundling his orange priestly robes into his pack with little regard. He looks surprising lean and un-priestlike without his full garments on. He coughs into his beard. "I'm somewhat of an expert in these...

Seregal puts away his bow, wipes the sweat from his face and comes over to inspect the hatch, his face barely able to contain its excitement. "It's a grand discovery," he announces. "Do think this is what triggered the map?" He points out some things to Echo that she may have missed as she...

Seregal sees Xaion's plight and gives Antor some back-up by firing an arrow towards the escaping broken hound. He takes a few steps back after he fires the shot, not wanting to get caught in the main fray. (1st roll: Attack, 2nd roll: defence) 1d20=18, 1d20=10

Seregal steps back and aims an arrow at the broken hound attacking Antor. He releases the bowstring, sending the arrow speeding on its way. OOC: Will spend 3 points of speed to lower the difficulty of the attack by one step. First roll attack, second is defence (if required). 1d20=7, 1d20=5

Seregal drops back behind Antor. He aims another arrow into the pack of hounds, carefully sighting the struggling beasts. Then, he releases his bowstring. 1d20=6, 1d20=7 OOC: 1st roll - Sttack. 2nd roll - Defence. He drops back in case the beasts rush him, ready to dodge aside at a...

Seregal was moving forward to talk with Wisco and Xaion, to ask them about their visions. When the creatures burst through the undergrowth, he scrabbles backwards into the safety of the caravan, pulling out his shortbow and nocking an arrow to it. He squints into the distance, trying to keep...

Seregal scratches at his chin. "The jungle isn't going anywhere. We might check in with Sevarr to see what is plan is, if any. But right now, I'm going to see if anyone else in the caravan picked up on that vision. See if there's anything more we can learn. You're all welcome to accompany...

Seregal tilts his head to one side. "It might be worth poking around this area, seeing if there's any other ruin or numenera device that may have triggered the map." He looks around, peering through the sweltering undergrowth. "Though that might be a bit tricky. Say, Duncan had the vision...