RavensPath
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Hearing the warning and seeing most people hit the floor Lorinal crouches down behind the table, but looks out the window, eager to see what is about to happen.
Sharn Tavern: The Tower's Shard
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ajanders
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Warnings are shouted and cover is taken. There is a pause long enough to draw a breath...
Suddenly something small and metallic CRASHES through the window!!
The thing continues to fall, SMASHING through the absinthe fountain and bouncing off the table under which Zook, Ambra, and Lorinal are hiding.
Shards of glass spray through the air, striking Veyk's shield like hail.
The thing skips off the table, flies past Brew's head, and finally bounces to the floor near Rethlin's feet, smoldering slightly and grinding its gears.
Now that the thing has come to rest, everyone can put their heads up and examine it.
When they do, they discover the object looks vaguely like a warforged beetle.
Its wings are beaten copper, delicately inlaid with steel in a flame pattern. The body is a fat copper cigar with some sort of glass bead at one end--there are no legs or torso separations: this was clearly not meant to be an animated sculpture of a beetle.
The thing is still somewhat animate: the wings twitch slightly and there is a faint grinding of gears audible from its guts. Flickers and flashes of light come from the glass bead.
At a rough guess, the thing crashed because of the wicked-looking crossbow bolt driven through one wing. The bolt is triple-edged: a "Y" in cross-section. The vanes are a dark green.
The whole thing looks very sharp and unpleasant to be shot with.
"Oh bother." Brews says. "Now I'll have to message the insurance company." He pulls out pencil and paper from behind the bar and starts writing a message.
What do the rest of you do?
If you are warforged, an artificer, or have ranks in Craft : armorsmithing, blacksmithing, gemcutting, or sculpting, open this:
[sblock]
This device is called a final messenger: it attaches itself to a warforged and, when the warforged dies, carries a 25-word message and images to a designated place or person, where it communicates them.
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If you make a DC 15 Spot check, open this:
[sblock]
There's pictures -- tiny moving pictures--shining on the floor where the glass-bead end of the thing rests. If you pointed the thing at the wall, the pictures would probably be bigger.
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Suddenly something small and metallic CRASHES through the window!!
The thing continues to fall, SMASHING through the absinthe fountain and bouncing off the table under which Zook, Ambra, and Lorinal are hiding.
Shards of glass spray through the air, striking Veyk's shield like hail.
The thing skips off the table, flies past Brew's head, and finally bounces to the floor near Rethlin's feet, smoldering slightly and grinding its gears.
Now that the thing has come to rest, everyone can put their heads up and examine it.
When they do, they discover the object looks vaguely like a warforged beetle.
Its wings are beaten copper, delicately inlaid with steel in a flame pattern. The body is a fat copper cigar with some sort of glass bead at one end--there are no legs or torso separations: this was clearly not meant to be an animated sculpture of a beetle.
The thing is still somewhat animate: the wings twitch slightly and there is a faint grinding of gears audible from its guts. Flickers and flashes of light come from the glass bead.
At a rough guess, the thing crashed because of the wicked-looking crossbow bolt driven through one wing. The bolt is triple-edged: a "Y" in cross-section. The vanes are a dark green.
The whole thing looks very sharp and unpleasant to be shot with.
"Oh bother." Brews says. "Now I'll have to message the insurance company." He pulls out pencil and paper from behind the bar and starts writing a message.
What do the rest of you do?
If you are warforged, an artificer, or have ranks in Craft : armorsmithing, blacksmithing, gemcutting, or sculpting, open this:
[sblock]
This device is called a final messenger: it attaches itself to a warforged and, when the warforged dies, carries a 25-word message and images to a designated place or person, where it communicates them.
[/sblock]
If you make a DC 15 Spot check, open this:
[sblock]
There's pictures -- tiny moving pictures--shining on the floor where the glass-bead end of the thing rests. If you pointed the thing at the wall, the pictures would probably be bigger.
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Paranoia833
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OOC: Ambra's spot check on the strange metallic beetle. (1d20+3=18)
Ambra can't help but cry out as the strange device hits the table, sending glass and white liquid everywhere, she wraps her cloak tightly around herself and instinctively moves to touch the side of her head, before stopping suddenly. Whatever that thing was, the danger's past.
Ambra slowly lifts her head up and crawls out from under the table, cautiously approaching the dead... thing.
"Um... does this happen a lot down here? That thing, it's somekind of construct isn't it? Is it dangerous?" She crawls across the room, still on all fours and stops about a foot from the construct. She's clearly hesitant to actually touch the thing, but her curiosity won't allow her to leave it be.
'Ambra, do you see those...'
"Yes. The pictures. I see them." Ambra says out loud.
"That lens there... the light coming from it seems to be making pictures. Um... could someone move it so it's pointing to something further away? the wall maybe? If it's not dangerous I mean."
Ambra can't help but cry out as the strange device hits the table, sending glass and white liquid everywhere, she wraps her cloak tightly around herself and instinctively moves to touch the side of her head, before stopping suddenly. Whatever that thing was, the danger's past.
Ambra slowly lifts her head up and crawls out from under the table, cautiously approaching the dead... thing.
"Um... does this happen a lot down here? That thing, it's somekind of construct isn't it? Is it dangerous?" She crawls across the room, still on all fours and stops about a foot from the construct. She's clearly hesitant to actually touch the thing, but her curiosity won't allow her to leave it be.
'Ambra, do you see those...'
"Yes. The pictures. I see them." Ambra says out loud.
"That lens there... the light coming from it seems to be making pictures. Um... could someone move it so it's pointing to something further away? the wall maybe? If it's not dangerous I mean."
Autumn
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Moggthegob said:
Kae just gives a condescending, puzzled smile while general chaos erupts about her as everybody else heeds Zook's warning. "Whatever are you -"
ajanders said:
Kae cuts off with a short, sharp scream as the thing comes through the window, ducking her head down and bringing up her arms to shield it.
She uncurls slowly and stands up, brushing herself off and finding thankfully that she's unhurt but for the sting in her pride.
Peering at the source of all the commotion, she's rather at a loss to come up with any useful comments. Her heart's still pounding, and she has no idea what the thing is. Happily, Ambra's acuity saves her from having to stand around feeling at a loose end. Having failed to react to the crisis with any presence of mind herself, she now at least has the opportunity to cover that up with a quick show of bravado.
Striding decisively forward, she swiftly grabs the twitching metal thing and points the lit end of it at one of the walls.
OOC: Spot Check 1d20-1 = 2
Drowned Hero
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Khuther Qbyer
Afther that Khuther made a dramatic dive under his chair he stand up and looks spot at flying thing (1d20+1=14) 'nah dont reconize such a thing im afraid' and that pointy thing... i wonder how far it can fly with that kind of damage...' Khuther trails of talking to himself about what book he would love to purchase when he gets a chanse and money to do so.
ajanders said:
Afther that Khuther made a dramatic dive under his chair he stand up and looks spot at flying thing (1d20+1=14) 'nah dont reconize such a thing im afraid' and that pointy thing... i wonder how far it can fly with that kind of damage...' Khuther trails of talking to himself about what book he would love to purchase when he gets a chanse and money to do so.
ajanders
Explorer
Autumn said:
The thing is warm to the touch and it vibrates irrythmically in Autumns hand.
When she points it at the wall, images appear, faint and distorted, and sound plays.
(OOC: It plays the cut scene from post 848. The words in italics appear both as sounds and as a subtext below the images. Now you all know it in character.)
After the images play through the first time, the image stutters for a few moments, then loops through again, but the sound and image quality is notably diminished.
Brews finishes his note and dispatches it via an expeditious messenger.
Autumn
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Kae just stares for a moment, a little overwhelmed by what she's seen. A chill runs down her spine. As the image stops stuttering and begins to replay, she seems to snap out of her reverie and listens closely again to the final words of the warforged.
"Please, save us all. Find the Black Scrolls. Vee eye, Four hundred fifty-nine. Ell four. Unto the Silver Flame I commend my spirit," she repeats. "Could somebody write that down? It seems like this thing is wearing out."
She sets the Final Messenger - as the killer called it - down on a table and then takes a deep breath, a small smile coming to her face. She's rather enjoying this.
"And then get ready. I'd bet we're in for some trouble." Having some second thoughts about her placement of the Messenger, she picks it up again. "If nobody has any objections, I'll stuff this in my pack for now. Best it's not lying around in plain sight." She holds it in her palm for a second, eyebrows raised and waiting for objections. Assuming there are none, she'll be true to her word and bury it in her pack.
"Please, save us all. Find the Black Scrolls. Vee eye, Four hundred fifty-nine. Ell four. Unto the Silver Flame I commend my spirit," she repeats. "Could somebody write that down? It seems like this thing is wearing out."
She sets the Final Messenger - as the killer called it - down on a table and then takes a deep breath, a small smile coming to her face. She's rather enjoying this.
"And then get ready. I'd bet we're in for some trouble." Having some second thoughts about her placement of the Messenger, she picks it up again. "If nobody has any objections, I'll stuff this in my pack for now. Best it's not lying around in plain sight." She holds it in her palm for a second, eyebrows raised and waiting for objections. Assuming there are none, she'll be true to her word and bury it in her pack.
Paranoia833
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Ambra stares at the display eyes wide, completely enraptured and displaying no sign of the emotional state she was in merely seconds ago. Taking in the display, Ambra begins muttering to herself as she assimilates the new information. Her voice is flat, monotonous, almost machine like.
"Black Scrolls... VI459L4... follower of the Silver Flame… Shifter with red hair and black eyes… ‘stop Manticore’ Is that the shifter's name? Or a real manticore? Or some sort of codename for something? " She puts her hand to her head again, twitches suddenly with an involuntary shudder, and snaps back to reality. Her voice quivering and uneven, occaisionally altering in pitch and tone for no discernable reason.
"Wait, that scene took place in the docks... and if that Shifter's bolt was the one that hit it... they can't be far away! We could probably find the body with a bit of searchi- No! They could come in any minute! We've got to run! We've got to do something!"
'Ambra... you're doing it again! Centre yourself before the nightmares come!'
Ambra collapses silently into a nearby chair, hands to her head. From the look on her face you can't tell if she's angry or about to burst into tears.
"Black Scrolls... VI459L4... follower of the Silver Flame… Shifter with red hair and black eyes… ‘stop Manticore’ Is that the shifter's name? Or a real manticore? Or some sort of codename for something? " She puts her hand to her head again, twitches suddenly with an involuntary shudder, and snaps back to reality. Her voice quivering and uneven, occaisionally altering in pitch and tone for no discernable reason.
"Wait, that scene took place in the docks... and if that Shifter's bolt was the one that hit it... they can't be far away! We could probably find the body with a bit of searchi- No! They could come in any minute! We've got to run! We've got to do something!"
'Ambra... you're doing it again! Centre yourself before the nightmares come!'
Ambra collapses silently into a nearby chair, hands to her head. From the look on her face you can't tell if she's angry or about to burst into tears.
Kaodi
Legend
Craft (Sculpting), Spot: 1d20+2=9, 1d20+3=22 (Oops, guess I didn't need to roll that first one.)
Calmly standing up, Veyk finishes strapping his shield on, and then reaches down to make sure that his sword is loose in its scabbard.
" Well, if we are lucky, it looks like we can be expecting company to arrive at any moment now, " Veyk says, after having seen the contents of the message.
He walks over to where Ambra has tumbled into a chair, and quietly says, " Remember, kid, Ambra the Merciless. Keep that in mind and you will do just fine. "
Calmly standing up, Veyk finishes strapping his shield on, and then reaches down to make sure that his sword is loose in its scabbard.
" Well, if we are lucky, it looks like we can be expecting company to arrive at any moment now, " Veyk says, after having seen the contents of the message.
He walks over to where Ambra has tumbled into a chair, and quietly says, " Remember, kid, Ambra the Merciless. Keep that in mind and you will do just fine. "
"Fritz won't you share breakfast with me? Yes, I'd have to say adventures come in all types, from what I've heard..."
Hearing the shouted warning Rethlin scrambles to pull his shield from the pack at his feat, taking what cover he can.
Rethlin's spot check while in the tavern (1d20+3=22)
Looking closely he notices the images shining from the mini-construct.
"By the Sliver Flame, what have we here? There is some kind of image being projected out of it".
After taking in the stunning scene Rethlin's chin steeles in resolve. "A murdered Warforged, and he a believer of the sacred Silver Flame no less. This shall not stand." He turns to regard Kae. "Very well stranger, put it in your pack, and guard it well. I am called Rethlin, and you?"
OOC: Note that the symbol of the Sliver Flame is clear for all to see on Rethlin's shield and coat.
Hearing the shouted warning Rethlin scrambles to pull his shield from the pack at his feat, taking what cover he can.
Rethlin's spot check while in the tavern (1d20+3=22)
Looking closely he notices the images shining from the mini-construct.
"By the Sliver Flame, what have we here? There is some kind of image being projected out of it".
After taking in the stunning scene Rethlin's chin steeles in resolve. "A murdered Warforged, and he a believer of the sacred Silver Flame no less. This shall not stand." He turns to regard Kae. "Very well stranger, put it in your pack, and guard it well. I am called Rethlin, and you?"
OOC: Note that the symbol of the Sliver Flame is clear for all to see on Rethlin's shield and coat.
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