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| At the Tower of the Hypnogogue; Delve Thread 1 | Full Party | |
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| Topic Started: May 31 2014, 01:13 AM (1,463 Views) | |
| Snow White | Jun 9 2014, 05:35 AM Post #61 |
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Apparently speaking to the half giant was a bad idea. Suddenly there were bullets everywhere. Isolde backed away slowy, then he turned..... And scurried away. "Filthy man thing luck! He sputtered as he fled the scene. Were his companions behind him? Most likely, or perhaps not. Isolde wasn't going to chance it and wait, let alone look. He darted towards the one thing that had promise: The underground sewers. The black out was the blessing he needed. He swan dived into the hole and hit the ground with a thud. In a liquid motion he turned that thud into a sprint forward and ran on all fours, his robe flapping in the breeze. He kept charging forward, not looking behind until he heard something... Horrible. He didn't have to look behind to see what the sound was coming from, he could literally feel the oncoming death that was approaching the group. He chanced a moment to look and saw something.... Only a filthy man thing would do. The Fey took it upon herself to turn a somewhat bad situation into a horrific situation and gave the oncoming death a sweet reward. She took away its track and gave it a nice slippery slope of ice to bend to its will. The Fey then swooped off. Isolde stopped in his tracks as he saw the other man things bolting towards him, still a ways away, being chased by deaths metal harborager. Isolde felt torn.... Torn between two equally filthy options, and it wasn't even the good kind of filthy. He could either continue on and leave the others to die, or he could lead them to safety if he could only find a duct or breakage in the walls around them to flee into. Although the amount of thought and observation took a few moments, it felt like an eternity to him. Isolde literally shook while he contemplated it. He let out a large growl and chose the less evil option. He howled back to the others as he ran forward, scanning the walls and the rest of the tunnel with his beady eyes. "Follow me, filthies! |
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| Brackenwood | Jun 9 2014, 05:40 AM Post #62 |
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Julius had waved Owens question aside while the pair were in the car. He had told him that he would find out soon enough and that is was best to simply stay focused on the task at hand. But that was behind them now, the guard had let them in and now the butler was leading them to the man they had come to see. A man that, to Julius was far more important than even the Lord protector, the man who had created him, Amadeus Solum. As they alighted the stairs, Julius made it clear that it was he that would do most of the talking giving only a vague allusion as to the why and then falling silent. As soon as Amadeus had appeared to ask his question, Julius bent into a deep bow, as though it was reflexive and stayed there until Amadeus had finished speaking. Standing straight again he spoke, clearly and concisely. Sorry, to intrude Sir. But we have been sent by the Lord Protector to find your daughter, we have been sent here to speak with you and to find any possible clues to her whereabouts so that we may return her quickly and safely to you. This is Corporal Owen Cantor and I am the War Golem, Humonculus. First of your new line. Please sir, tell me anything and everything you know so that I might return your daughter to you. Julius ended with another low bow, and then waited for his creators response. |
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| Volksgeist | Jun 9 2014, 06:10 AM Post #63 |
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Owen and Julius Varidia, Berek, Jacob and Isolde
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| Snow White | Jun 9 2014, 06:22 AM Post #64 |
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The slamming of skin and metal made a large thudding sound underneathe Isolde as he dashed down the corridor. He scurried as fast as his legs could carry him, attempting to get as much distance between himself and the screeching horror that was chasing them. "Filthy Man things sewer!" He roared. "Are you useless?! Do you not have any exits?" He clawed every inch of the sewer looking for an exit. It seems that the word "useless" was the key to a trap door that revealed before him. He made a left and found a door. Locked, but a door nonetheless. It was enough for the rattling. He turned on his heel and went back to the tunnel. He screeched back to them. "FILTHIES! THERE IS A LOCKED DOOR!". He neither had the tools nor the body strength to rip the lock off the door, but perhaps a filthy half breed like Jacob could. |
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| Flynn The Rambler | Jun 9 2014, 06:26 AM Post #65 |
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I Get things Done, by being Big and being Bad.
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Jacob ran, breathing heavy. He heard the rat and saw him point. "Door!" Was all he said. He ran forward his powerful body coming closer with each step. He shook his head as he looked back at the fairy. He wanted to help her, but he couldnt risk the whole group. Jacob ran to the door and did what any Half-Giant, could. He ran right into it. Shoulder hard slamming into the door. He didnt think he could break the door down, but he felt he sure as hell could rip that lock off. He used his half giant strength to try and save the group if he could. |
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| POOHEAD189 | Jun 9 2014, 06:51 AM Post #66 |
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Berek glanced at Varidia hitting the wall, and after a seconds hesitation, time seemed to still. He growled and pushed Jacob's hand off, before planting his foot against the wall and pushing, shooting off across the other side of the tracks. He couldn't believe he was doing this but he'd be damned if he ran ahead and didn't try to save someone in trouble. He grabbed Varidia by the arm and lifted her almost too easily, before sprinting in Jacob's direction toward the door. |
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| Damon | Jun 9 2014, 08:37 AM Post #67 |
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Ancient Bartender
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Owen kept a straight face as Julius called himself Homunculus, a war golem of this very man's design. This kept getting stranger, but Owen was learning to take these things in stride. At any rate, it made their host more receptive of them. He gave them a summery of events and it was finally clear as to the mission that Owen had been assigned to. Indeed, a man holding leverage over Amadeus Solum was very powerful. Owen waited a moment as the old inventor finished, leaving them in a slightly awkward silence. He turned to his companion. "Well, I think we ought to question the last people to see the Young Miss Anita, and inspect her chambers for clues as to what exactly took place. What do you reckon, Mister Sinclair?" He rubbed at the scar on his jaw as he spoke. He looked between Julius and Mister Solum, wondering if the old man had anything else to say. |
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| Brackenwood | Jun 10 2014, 04:10 PM Post #68 |
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"My thoughts exactly." Julius said as he righted himself and turned to face the door. "Unless you have anything else you would like to add, sir? If not, we would kindly take our leave from you to begin our investigation." Julius waited for a few moments for Amadeus to add something, if he was so inclined, but his mind was already going to work on figuring out just where his creators daughter good have gone, or if this was even an abduction for that matter, only time and a thorough search would tell. |
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| gorgoth | Jun 10 2014, 07:37 PM Post #69 |
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Varidia's vision was going in and out. that last couple spells really took it out of her, and she barely felt herself hit the wall through her exhaustion. Just before she lost consciousness, she felt something pick her up, and, managing to open her eyes for a split second, she saw Barek's face. Then she fell to sleep. |
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| Volksgeist | Jun 10 2014, 09:57 PM Post #70 |
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{OOC: I've decided to institute what I like to call The "Should They Die?" Roll. Pretty much, if you do something that really should warrant death, I calculate a 10-sided die roll with potential modifiers based on anything that makes sense. If the roll is an 8 or a 9, you die. If it is a 10, you die spectacularly. If it is anything lower than an 8, you remain alive and, if it is a 1, you spectacularly avoid death. These are calculated out of sight. Thank you to Poo and Gorgoth for both involuntarily becoming the first two for me to try this on. Also, sorry.} Owen and Julius Berek, Isolde, Jacob and Varidia
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| POOHEAD189 | Jun 10 2014, 10:23 PM Post #71 |
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Berek breathed hard, not sure on how to react on just what had happened. She couldn't have survived that, he knew. The blood spatter on the wall said as much. Perhaps it would hit him later, but all he felt now was a numbness and a voice in his head telling him to get up. Slowly, the large man got to his feet shakily, and headed for the door to the other three. His right hand held a long scratch over his left ribcage, and he limped, more out of soreness than anything broken. |
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| Snow White | Jun 11 2014, 04:10 AM Post #72 |
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Isolde wasn't sure what to think. One less man thing in their crew however they had to continue or else they would be doomed. He waited for the artisan to limo in through the door. Isolde looked at what was left of the group. "only one way to go in the sewers, and that's where it is the filthiest, yes? No use staying here unless we want armed man things to swarm us, yes? Yes, let us go." He turned on his heel and sniffed down the maintenance hallway they were in. It would have to lead out somewhere, perhaps the city. He skettered forward. |
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| Flynn The Rambler | Jun 11 2014, 05:41 AM Post #73 |
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Jacob was breathing heavy. He looked back at the rat-man and gave a nod. "Yeah, we go. Just.. give me a moment." He said looking back at the banged up human. He shook his head and walked over to him, offering him a arm to support his weight on. "Thats brave, but damned stupid. Your human damn it! You can actually make something for yourself in this city. You arnt stuck to the shitty end of the stick like the rest of us are. Dont throw that away." Truth was the Giant wasnt really mad, he just didnt like the thought of people dying... at least people dying that he didnt plan on killing. He sighed and looked back out. "Sorry it ended Bugsie. Rest well." He said paying what respects he could. "Lead on Skitters." He said to the rat-man, walking in step with Berek to help him till he felt stronger. |
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| Damon | Jun 12 2014, 04:13 AM Post #74 |
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Owen put on his best 'Official' Face. He mostly intimidated lowlifes on a day to day basis, but he could muster a decent stern detective countenance. He approached the men, with Sinclair at his side. "Gentlemen, My associate and I are under orders to investigate the disappearance. We are to understand that you were among the last souls to see the Young Miss Solum. Please, oblige us with giving an account of your doings in the evening." He set his hands at ease, cupping one inside the other behind his back as he spoke. He looked between the two guards, seeing what their faces might say, and if they would contradict their words. |
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| Volksgeist | Jun 12 2014, 11:55 PM Post #75 |
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Owen and Julius Isolde, Berek and Jacob
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