IC: Dichotomy's Age of Worms Redux, Part V(b)

[o3caudata]

"That's about as well as that could have gone i guess. It seems that straight answers may be hard to come by."


"You intend to 'identify' that contraption, yes? Then i believe we can be on our way."

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[Dichotomy]

Nethezar sits down next to the table with its strange silver helmet and casts his spell.

Once finished, the scholar's face nearly contorts with disbelief. "Gods... That... thing. It makes the gems that store people's thoughts. Erdolliel, when they captured you, they must have strapped you to this. That's how they made that gem."

 

[TiCaudata]

Erdolliel glances around, looking for something heavy and blunt. "This may be an instance where such knowledge is best lost. Parts of the contraption look fragile enough, I bet we could cause enough damage to keep this from being used again."

 

[o3caudata]

"We certainly shouldn't allow it to be used again by these creatures. Destroying it appears to be our only option."

"There are certainly parts fragile enough to at least hamper any attempts to repair it. We'll take the helmet as well. So, have at it."

"The sooner we're through with this the better."

[sblock=oc]Not super sure about the table/helmet magicness. I assume more than just the helmet is radiating the magic. In anycase do what it takes to separate the helmet from the table itself and smash anything smashable(not the helmet).[/sblock]

 

[Dichotomy]

Nethezar nods. "This entire contraption, the vats and tubes, table, and helmet, is all part of the device. It is extremely intricate. Destroying all of it will, of course, hinder any efforts to piece it back together or other nefarious plans."

Kushnak tears off the helmet, while Nethezar and Erdolliel begin bashing in the vats. Soon, the trio set to work breaking the table itself. After a few minutes, nothing remains but broken bits.

That done, the trio returns up to the warehouse level and makes way to the street.

The docks area is already bustling with the morning activity.
[sblock=OOC]I took the liberty of moving forward a bit.[/sblock]

 

[TiCaudata]

Erdolliel examines the bustle cautiously. "Best to get back up to the sage's place as quickly as possible." She states as she leads the way to the gates and beyond.

 

[o3caudata]

"Sage? Hmm. Yes what we need is answers and now."

[sblock=oc]Dude's not a sage is he? what ev's we all know when we're going. Into the city through a gate and on to the place.[/sblock]

 

[TiCaudata]

[sblock=oc]I think he's actually a wizard? At least Erdolliel called him one when we first got to the Free City (post 458 in thread IV). Erdolliel has also been calling him a sage for the last day or two. i was just trying to be consistent. His name is Eligos.[/sblock]

 

[Dichotomy]

As activity is bustling, it takes a little time getting into the Free City proper. From there, the trio makes way to the affluent Garden District and soon stands before Eligos' white marble manor.

Just as before, before the trio even reaches the gilded double doors, the aged elf, Pollard opens the door. "Is Master Eligos expecting you?"

As you prepare to reply, Eligos steps into the room behind Pollard. He is carrying a large bag, and looks as if he was ready to leave.

"Pollard is that... Yes. The young troupe sent by Allustan. I am afraid I have not completed my research yet. Unless you simply cannot wait, I dare not give you information based upon only partial findings. I have been around long enough to know that incomplete knowledge is usually worse than none. I will, indeed, send word to you at the Crooked House when my research is complete."

 

[TiCaudata]

"The crooked house is not safe. Neither is most of the city." Erdolliel pauses for the briefest of seconds, "Actually, maybe the rest of the city is safe now that we've cleared out those creatures. Isn't it interesting that you were the only person who knew that we were at the Crooked House, Eligos, and now that we have survived our ambush you are hastily preparing to leave?"