Le Noir Faineant
Explorer
Talking to Calahan or to Mr Piggie?
Paridon: The Dark Metropolis (Ravenloft)
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Talking to Calahan or to Mr Piggie?
Le Noir Faineant
Explorer
*Bump.*
InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
Pigglemorth nods, and Ru hoists him up on his shoulders. “We could lead her into the gears, but she probably knows all about them. But the figures used to announce the hour, they are also brass, and one of them holds a sword.”
Calahan sets out to prepare the bomb, stringing a wick between the various canisters on his belt.
Fr. Berman calls out to Ezra, seeking support in this time of need. The blessing rains down upon the party, granting strength and guidance.
Strength and guidance are just what Ru needs, as he dodges a swinging chain. The gears roll past him in manic precision, meshing their teeth as he and Pigglemorth run past. Left, right, and left again Pigglemorth directs, and Ru scrambles across the ever-shifting surface to reach the brass mechanical figures to the left of the clock face. There, waiting for his moment in time, stands a brass stature of a knight, with a sword in hand. Ru grabs it, and heads back across the platform. “Ten seconds…”
Calahan strikes a tindertwig against the wall, lights the wick, and tosses it at the mechanical monstrosity. Ada’s armatures splay out to fill the stairwell as she—it—climbs closer. Perrin fires as he retreats up the stairs, and Darian and Fr. Berman reach the clock platform.
“FOUR! That way…”
There is a click, and the gear Ru runs across suddenly spins. He is disoriented for a moment, but regains his composure long enough to get off the cog—and notice another meshing gear having a large bloodstain where its teeth grind against the base.
“THREE!”
Boom! The bomb goes off and Perrin’s bullet tears through a section of the boiler. Ada loses her grip for a moment, as the huge fireball engulfs the stairwell. Calahan heads up to avoid the brunt of the flames. The yawning screech of tearing metal is heard as the metal staircase structure gives way. The bottom portion of the stairs and Ada descend into the smoke from the explosion.
“TWO!”
Fr. Berman and Darian manage to pull Calahan and Perrin further up the stairs to the small, but stable landing, as Ru and Pigglemorth come dancing back across the clockwork.
“ONE! Leap!”
Ru charges and bounds into the air, noting the whistling of a pendulum whirling past. The statues begin to rotate, beginning their march to announce the hour. Pigglemorth grabs a chain and is launched into the air, again becoming unreachable. Ru, however, lands on the platform, grabbing the railing, and almost pitching over it into the black smoke. He recovers, pulling himself up when…
The police struggle to maintain their balance as the sounds pound them. Darian slips, but grabs a hold of the stairs, slipping about ten feet below the party. Yet he manages to hold on before sliding into the darkness below.
The bells stop ringing. The statues end their procession. And for a moment, peace permeates the structure as the ringing in collective ears fades.
As Darian picks himself up, that is when he sees a single brass claw emerge from the black below.
Calahan sets out to prepare the bomb, stringing a wick between the various canisters on his belt.
Fr. Berman calls out to Ezra, seeking support in this time of need. The blessing rains down upon the party, granting strength and guidance.
Strength and guidance are just what Ru needs, as he dodges a swinging chain. The gears roll past him in manic precision, meshing their teeth as he and Pigglemorth run past. Left, right, and left again Pigglemorth directs, and Ru scrambles across the ever-shifting surface to reach the brass mechanical figures to the left of the clock face. There, waiting for his moment in time, stands a brass stature of a knight, with a sword in hand. Ru grabs it, and heads back across the platform. “Ten seconds…”
Calahan strikes a tindertwig against the wall, lights the wick, and tosses it at the mechanical monstrosity. Ada’s armatures splay out to fill the stairwell as she—it—climbs closer. Perrin fires as he retreats up the stairs, and Darian and Fr. Berman reach the clock platform.
“FOUR! That way…”
There is a click, and the gear Ru runs across suddenly spins. He is disoriented for a moment, but regains his composure long enough to get off the cog—and notice another meshing gear having a large bloodstain where its teeth grind against the base.
“THREE!”
Boom! The bomb goes off and Perrin’s bullet tears through a section of the boiler. Ada loses her grip for a moment, as the huge fireball engulfs the stairwell. Calahan heads up to avoid the brunt of the flames. The yawning screech of tearing metal is heard as the metal staircase structure gives way. The bottom portion of the stairs and Ada descend into the smoke from the explosion.
“TWO!”
Fr. Berman and Darian manage to pull Calahan and Perrin further up the stairs to the small, but stable landing, as Ru and Pigglemorth come dancing back across the clockwork.
“ONE! Leap!”
Ru charges and bounds into the air, noting the whistling of a pendulum whirling past. The statues begin to rotate, beginning their march to announce the hour. Pigglemorth grabs a chain and is launched into the air, again becoming unreachable. Ru, however, lands on the platform, grabbing the railing, and almost pitching over it into the black smoke. He recovers, pulling himself up when…
BONG. BONG.
The clock proclaims the hour. The entire structure vibrates with the sound. The policemen grab their ears in pain, as the deafening pealing becomes all there is in the world, the announcement of the time, the relentless march of existence. The police struggle to maintain their balance as the sounds pound them. Darian slips, but grabs a hold of the stairs, slipping about ten feet below the party. Yet he manages to hold on before sliding into the darkness below.
The bells stop ringing. The statues end their procession. And for a moment, peace permeates the structure as the ringing in collective ears fades.
As Darian picks himself up, that is when he sees a single brass claw emerge from the black below.
Ru Brike, barbaric human monk
Ru curses as the gnome slides up and away, and wonders if this whole discussion about his guilt and justice was part of a delaying tactic, and he was waiting for Ada all along. In that case, is brass actually useful?
The man shakes his head. No time to second guess. He holds on the stairs, trying to catch sight of Ada coming from the flams, and hoping the brass weapon in his hands is actually as potent as he believes.
Ru curses as the gnome slides up and away, and wonders if this whole discussion about his guilt and justice was part of a delaying tactic, and he was waiting for Ada all along. In that case, is brass actually useful?
The man shakes his head. No time to second guess. He holds on the stairs, trying to catch sight of Ada coming from the flams, and hoping the brass weapon in his hands is actually as potent as he believes.
industrygothica
Adventurer
"Gah!" Darian wails as he claws his way back to the platform above. He instinctively draws his whip, though it will surely do little damage against this monstrosity.
InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
Calahan covers Darian as he retreats back up the stairs. Darian pulls out his whip and gets ready, while Ru takes the forward position, brass sword at the ready. Perrin and Fr. Berman fire down at the monstrosity.
Ada emerges from the depths, carrying various pieces and scrap that remain of the lower staircase. Delicate mechanical arms direct the remains to her central furnace, where they glow hot and are then systematically welded onto her frame. Now sporting something like ten or twelve limbs, she approaches...
Ada fills the tower with her presence.
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Ada emerges from the depths, carrying various pieces and scrap that remain of the lower staircase. Delicate mechanical arms direct the remains to her central furnace, where they glow hot and are then systematically welded onto her frame. Now sporting something like ten or twelve limbs, she approaches...
Ada fills the tower with her presence.
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Picture at Steampunk Wallpaper » Steampunk Wallpaper.
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industrygothica
Adventurer
Darian is horrified at the events unfolding before him. Still unsure of its effectiveness against such a monstrosity, he pulls the card from his pocket and sets it to work against spider-like form that was once the definition of innocence. "Poor Ada," he whispers as the magical whip lashes out.
