Paridon: The Dark Metropolis (Ravenloft)
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Le Noir Faineant
Explorer
(Music: Green Day, "American Idiot")
Calahan will look at Perrin with an expression of honest manly and brotherly love, then ready his gun and put a hand on the grenades in his belt.
"I am ready when you're ready, friends."
Is Pigglemorth still within firing range? - Because, since there seems to be an imminent danger, Calahan won't hold back any longer.
He won't start wasting the bullets, though, and patiently wait for a good moment to roast the gnome like a steak on a grill.
Rhun said:
Calahan will look at Perrin with an expression of honest manly and brotherly love, then ready his gun and put a hand on the grenades in his belt.
"I am ready when you're ready, friends."
Is Pigglemorth still within firing range? - Because, since there seems to be an imminent danger, Calahan won't hold back any longer.
He won't start wasting the bullets, though, and patiently wait for a good moment to roast the gnome like a steak on a grill.
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industrygothica
Adventurer
"Tell me," Darian begins, his deep voice loud, booming--echoing throughout the clocktower with a rhythmic harmony that may or may not be intended. His footfalls fall into the rhythm as he ascends the stairs to join the others, giving the illusion of a slow beat to his poetic voice.
"Tell me of the system, how it will punish you. Do you deserve punishing for saving your good name? The Combledorns are a vile clan, true enough. I should think that any magistrate would act accordingly under the same conditions."
The idea of being crushed by one of the giant gear-teeth is indeed not a pleasant one, and Darian gives the place a good once-over as he climbs the stairs to see if he can find any way to put a stop to the whole mechanism. Not to mention that shutting the thing down will likely seriously hamper any fine-tuned escape attempt from the ingenious little man. Darian had to admit he had a bit of respect for Pigglemorth for his ingenuity, and his desire to protect his daughter and his name.
"Tell me of the system, how it will punish you. Do you deserve punishing for saving your good name? The Combledorns are a vile clan, true enough. I should think that any magistrate would act accordingly under the same conditions."
The idea of being crushed by one of the giant gear-teeth is indeed not a pleasant one, and Darian gives the place a good once-over as he climbs the stairs to see if he can find any way to put a stop to the whole mechanism. Not to mention that shutting the thing down will likely seriously hamper any fine-tuned escape attempt from the ingenious little man. Darian had to admit he had a bit of respect for Pigglemorth for his ingenuity, and his desire to protect his daughter and his name.
InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
Calahan, Darian, and Fr. Berman climb the stairs, looking around carefully. The place is stone and metal--although an explosion could most likely disable the clock, it would be difficult to bring the entire tower down.
From his hidden vantage point, Pigglemorth scowls. "My new Ada? That... THING is not my daughter! She died in the fire my creation caused, and now that infernal... CONTRAPTION is my companion. Oh, yes, don't you see? It is so obedient, so logical, the PERFECT DAUGHTER--everything I ever wanted, right?
Her mother, my wife, died in childbirth with her. I vowed to raise her perfectly, give Adalavas the good, loving, respectful home I knew she deserved. Teach her the ways of right and wrong, the importance of obedience. The horrors of this world were not to touch her.
She was a delight. Bright, cheerful, with enough will and courage to be her own person, and a mind free of sin. Yet... that Combledorn boy, she could not resist him. Perhaps I should have let her see the results of evil... teach her of the perils of this world. That is how she changed. I forbade them to meet, and she defied me. I told her how much it worried me, hurt me, and she would not--no, could not--understand.
Who could I turn to for help? You protect and uphold the law, not some poor father's heart. No, this was my problem, and my solution. I had been working for some time on artificial life--all systems have rules, including life. But it was when I discovered my good friend Edditomas had himself been assisting the Combledorns with such a nefarious plot as that pink crystal called Love--I knew what I had to do. The artificial life design needed to alchemically separate life from blood, with the heart as catalyst. With Edditomas' betrayal... he was the best specimen for the task.
I set my creation to the task--go to the Combledorn residence, and kill all members of the family, and anyone who resists. Adalavas... she was supposed to be in your custody.
That sin of mine--killing my dear friend--should have been left in the old year. I saw to it, ensuring it, down to the second. And yet, here it is, staining my life and the entire community. Adalavas, my life, my joy... is dead. The system makes sure I am reminded of it each and every day with that mockery of her life--that horror that wears her face. Please, I beg of you, go ahead and destroy it... if you think it will stay dead. But evil in this place is punished. It twists you, draws you away from all you hold dear. That is the system that will haunt me forever, those are the gears within the gears, the brass matrix behind the clock face.
It is the new year, and this legacy is my new face!!!"
From his hidden vantage point, Pigglemorth scowls. "My new Ada? That... THING is not my daughter! She died in the fire my creation caused, and now that infernal... CONTRAPTION is my companion. Oh, yes, don't you see? It is so obedient, so logical, the PERFECT DAUGHTER--everything I ever wanted, right?
Her mother, my wife, died in childbirth with her. I vowed to raise her perfectly, give Adalavas the good, loving, respectful home I knew she deserved. Teach her the ways of right and wrong, the importance of obedience. The horrors of this world were not to touch her.
She was a delight. Bright, cheerful, with enough will and courage to be her own person, and a mind free of sin. Yet... that Combledorn boy, she could not resist him. Perhaps I should have let her see the results of evil... teach her of the perils of this world. That is how she changed. I forbade them to meet, and she defied me. I told her how much it worried me, hurt me, and she would not--no, could not--understand.
Who could I turn to for help? You protect and uphold the law, not some poor father's heart. No, this was my problem, and my solution. I had been working for some time on artificial life--all systems have rules, including life. But it was when I discovered my good friend Edditomas had himself been assisting the Combledorns with such a nefarious plot as that pink crystal called Love--I knew what I had to do. The artificial life design needed to alchemically separate life from blood, with the heart as catalyst. With Edditomas' betrayal... he was the best specimen for the task.
I set my creation to the task--go to the Combledorn residence, and kill all members of the family, and anyone who resists. Adalavas... she was supposed to be in your custody.
That sin of mine--killing my dear friend--should have been left in the old year. I saw to it, ensuring it, down to the second. And yet, here it is, staining my life and the entire community. Adalavas, my life, my joy... is dead. The system makes sure I am reminded of it each and every day with that mockery of her life--that horror that wears her face. Please, I beg of you, go ahead and destroy it... if you think it will stay dead. But evil in this place is punished. It twists you, draws you away from all you hold dear. That is the system that will haunt me forever, those are the gears within the gears, the brass matrix behind the clock face.
It is the new year, and this legacy is my new face!!!"
Le Noir Faineant
Explorer
As Calahan arrives upstairs, he will call out for Pigglemorth:
"Poor old man! Please, climb down from your hiding spot! Terrible, that pain that you brought on yourself! Your daughter... And then, your beloved friend! What a tragedy! Come down, old man, and I will lead you to your revenge!"
Calahan's face has softened considerably, and he seems to be on the brink of tears.
"Come with us, and we will help you ease your pain!"
...Only Calahan's hand, close to the haft of his long hunting knife, may betray his real intention.
"Poor old man! Please, climb down from your hiding spot! Terrible, that pain that you brought on yourself! Your daughter... And then, your beloved friend! What a tragedy! Come down, old man, and I will lead you to your revenge!"
Calahan's face has softened considerably, and he seems to be on the brink of tears.
"Come with us, and we will help you ease your pain!"
...Only Calahan's hand, close to the haft of his long hunting knife, may betray his real intention.
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InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
Pigglemorth grows silent, as the tower continues its rhythmic count.
Then, his voice rises from the machinery, dripping with hatred, tenser than a spring about to snap.
"Alek... still lives?"
Then, his voice rises from the machinery, dripping with hatred, tenser than a spring about to snap.
"Alek... still lives?"
