CONFRONTATION - Story - Chapter 9: Funureal March of Chaos

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Date: 5:35:52 PM, September 18th; 9:54:57 PM, September 20th; 5:04:59 PM, September 23rd; 6:05:24 PM, September 25th, 2012.
Metal Man (GM): Continuation. Valron is on the bridge, telling Illian about things, as Gibby would wander onto the bridge as well.
Illian MacGregor: "...There's an entire planet ruled by insane, BLU Energy powered Quester wannabes that use 1960's technology?"
Valron: "PRETTY MUCH." *He just throws his arms up in exasperation as he says that.*
Illian MacGregor: "Jack wants to kill Red Text and was only narrowly defeated by O'Neill?"
Gibby: "Ahhh, all this R&R has been good to me. Just what I needed."
Valron: "Yeah. Red Text is just... in all sorts of a bind."
Illian MacGregor: "And I'm getting worse signals--Xavier appears to have damaged time."
Valron: "Ughhh..."
Illian MacGregor: "There's some sort of anomaly in Borne's area, though naturally we aren't allowed to get anywhere near it. Worse yet... I think Borne is actually controlling the time anomaly."
Gibby walks over to Valron and Illian. "Hey guys! What's going on?"
Illian MacGregor: "But we don't have the numbers to do much of anything. Not even find Garrick. I heard rumors about him being somewhere, but..."
Metal Man (GM): He would look to Gibby.
Illian MacGregor: "Everything going to hell in a handbasket, mostly."
Valron: "So, everything's turning up stupid."
Gibby: "So business as usual?"
Illian MacGregor: "Xavier has caused reality to start to warp in Borne's sector, only for Borne to contain it and seem likely to use it as a weapon. Jack is about to invade Borne's sector, reports are that Borne has his own ships of some unknown make flying around... 1960's wannabes are using a ripoff of Smash energy to rule an alternate planet in another dimension..."
Valron: "Honestly, I don't think there's much of anything we can do about all that. I'd say we should help Red Text back up on his feet."
Illian MacGregor: "And you two are the only people I have on my side to help stop all of this."
Gibby sighs. "I miss rescuing kidnapped princesses. It was much simpler back then."
Editor's Note: *Spittakes while holding a copy of Season 3's plot* Simpler? Oh... you mean BEFORE Season 3. Yeah, the Smithy plot was... somewhat... simple.
Valron: "That, and he said that it might be better to just outright destroy that world instead of bother with saving it."
Illian MacGregor: "We must pick a side and do something, quickly, or I may as well not even be here, things are spiraling out of control... This is very much not the simple days I had either. Back when, all I had to do was kill a single God. A false one at that."
Valron: "Yes, yes. We can brag about our kills some other time."
Illian MacGregor: "Here there are mulitple demigods waging chaotic wars, and I haven't even gotten back on the whole Ael stealing a supership and a clone of Robotnik part. Ughhh... so. You agree that we should go help Red Text, Gibby?"
Valron: "...Wait, he stole Robotnik from Borne? I thought we agreed to dump him back on Borne to spite him!"
Gibby: "Of course. We help fellow team members."
Valron: "Seems to be the most reasonable thing we can do in any case."
Illian MacGregor: "All right. I'm going to save us the trouble of a long chat with him by simply directly mentally linking with him."
Metal Man (GM): He puts a hand to his head, his visor glows red for a moment, then it stops.
Valron: "...Ah, well. That's quite handy, then."
Illian MacGregor: "...These events are making me feel like cursing like Julian."
Valron: "I don't blame you."
Gibby: "I'd cover my ears if I had any."
Valron: "This has been... yeah."
Illian MacGregor: "Jack is up to building some unholy shrine to make himself unstoppable. Normally this should be impossible, but he has more wealth than anyone has ever had before... Just like the last time this happened, back in ancient Alsan history."
Gibby: "Some people just never learn."
Valron: "With Dyne or whoever?"
Illian MacGregor: "If the shrine succeeds, he will rule Alsa as its Unholy God, much like Kuja ruled Nintendus. Yes. It is clear--he is the next Dyne."
Valron: "This planet, I swear."
Illian MacGregor: "Given that Dyne's soul was destroyed, there are no worthy challengers to dispute his power other than an equally bad option--Borne. Red Text has a plan. It is the most desperate one he's ever made. He will supercharge his satellite and crash it into the shrine, blowing it and Jack to smithereens."
Valron: "How desperate is it on a scale of 1 to Quester Doomsday Scenario #x? ...Somehow, I doubt it'll stop Jack. Maybe buy us some time at best, but."
Illian MacGregor: "Somewhere below the world being exploded by the Fighter Remote, but above The Void ripping the entire world to bits. Yeah... we'd have to actually kill him."
Valron: "Actually kill Jack..."
Illian MacGregor: "It does give me an idea, but probably not one you're used to doing, as former Questers."
Gibby: "I'm not gonna like it, am I?"
Valron: "I'd hate to say it, but I think it's a few levels above our pay gr... ade. Out with it. We may as well take all options into consideration considering how utterly messed up everything is."
Illian MacGregor: "The destruction of Smash Energy appears to have done nothing but ruined the world. Without its power we are helpless before the might of unstoppable monstrosities. We must build a replacement and make ourselves the next superpowers, if we are to destroy these menaces to sanity. To hell with Garrick's insane belief that it could only be used for evil. We will all soon be dead if we don't do something."
Metal Man (GM): He slams the control panel with his fist.
Gibby: "So in order to stop unstoppable monsters... we have to become unstoppable monsters?" *He scratches his head.*
Valron: "Well, there is that Gray Energy stuff, but we'd kinda need to scratch Gray's back before we can get any use out of that."
Illian MacGregor: "Hm, yes. The Gray Energy means that there is a loophole."
Valron: "And that requires us to destroy the crazy 1960s BLU Energy supertech abominations."
Illian MacGregor: "We do not need to use Smash Energy."
Valron: "Or at least seal them up."
Illian MacGregor: "But we must refuel ourselves. This way shall be in line with our beliefs, rather than the insanity of Xavier."
Valron: "Refuel?"
Illian MacGregor: "Now. All I need to do is think of a proper place to get it. Tell me. Where are heroes created? Where do they get their powers? We must obtain this power to face these greater than reality dangers and restore Red Text, before it is too late."
Gibby: "Uhh... magic wizards?"
Illian MacGregor: "Computer. Search on magic wizards."
Valron: "...That's a good question, honestly." *He goes to think about it, tapping his fingers against his head...*
Metal Man (GM): It scans for about 14 seconds and then begins playing images of Maleficent magical ink creating unstoppable superbeings. And it later being reused by Borne until it was all used up.
Illian MacGregor: "Hmmm... yes. It comes back to that Book page we found!"
Metal Man (GM): He would take it out and gesture at it.
Valron: "...Ah, yes. We still have it lying around."
Gibby: "I almost forgot about that thing."
Illian MacGregor: "See... my other self wrote this realm that we were in. It makes sense now. He wrote it to drain our powers, to make us weak and powerless. To force us to use abilities we did not understand! No. We shall not follow his book. We have a piece of paper... now we only need ink to write on it with. That leaves us a few options."
Valron: "...We really should find a way to understand those better somewhere down the line as a 'just in case' sort of measure but. Not now."
Metal Man (GM): He would bring up a map of Alsa.
Valron: "And such options would be?"
Illian MacGregor: "The island Maleficent created is out here..." *He points in the middle of the ocean.* "...Which, worryingly, is basically ruled by Borne now. If we fight his troops, we can capture what is undoubtedly some of the last ink in existence. The very kind we need to write into this page, the power that we require with the limitations that will prevent us from becoming monsters."
Gibby: "I say we go get it."
Valron: "Don't be too hasty, Gibby. What are our other options?"
Gibby sighs. "Fine..."
Illian MacGregor: "There is also Jack's shipyard. His ships were mined from that area. He probably doesn't even know what it is. Not because he's stupid, but because he already manipulates the fabric of Alsa. The ink would be redundant for him."
Valron: "...So we have potentially suicide and probably suicide."
Illian MacGregor: "The other option might be to ask the Time Cops, but that would draw us further into their war with the Dweezil. Red Text offers to help us if we go after Jack."
Valron: "What's he got up on the table for us?"
Illian MacGregor: "He doesn't with Borne, mostly because according to him, Borne has managed to buy him some time. There is an entire army of Eggman robots he stole from Robotnik. He would use them as a distraction. While simultaneously hacking everything he can get at. And Jack is bad with computers."
Valron: "Hmm. And what are we to do while the distraction is happening?"
Metal Man (GM): Well, Fizban can show up if you're up for it, Sky. Because they literally are looking for magic to make them capable of facing foes far beyond any level 3 person can take. And they're on the Dauntless, so, feel free to assume he's been listening so far.
Fizban: "...zzzzzzzzzzzz..." *He is sorta... in a chair in the corner... sleeping.*
Illian MacGregor: "Maybe someone should ask him, before we go. I don't want to miss any options we might have."
Fizban: "...zzzzz... snfgrh... ehhhhh... zzzzz..."
Valron: "May as well."
Editor's Note: Heh... maybe Garrick shoulda thought a bit before deserting the main plotline -- with him so far afield, he's almost irrelevant to Illian's plotline now. Bringing back Fizban just to have another bite at the apple isn't the same... woulda been better had he stayed.
Fizban just continues to sleep like an old man... because he is an old man...
Gibby: "What's with the old dude sleeping?"
Illian MacGregor: "Well, we've been sitting here for a long time not doing anything. He fell asleep, naturally."
Valron: "Yeah, not really surprised."
Gibby: "Still, that's kinda rude."
Illian MacGregor: "Another reason we need to get these powers. Being 'normal' is not doing anyone any favors."
Gibby goes over to Fizban and shakes his chair. "HEY! WAKE UP!"
Fizban is as close to a regular, plain old wizard as you can possibly get. Who knows how he got here or anything. He has long, greyish hair and beard, a rather tattered brown robe and a long wizard style staff.
Valron: "Gibby! Don't give him a heart attack!"
Fizban: "EH?! Wha'? Who's there?"
Gibby: "There. Up and at 'em, old timer."
Fizban bolts upright and swings his staff menacingly.
Illian MacGregor: "It's Gibby. Don't panic, he's just looking for wizards."
Gibby: "I'm not too fond of wizards..."
Fizban: "Is it trolls? I figured it'd be trolls--oh, wizards? Oh, well, that'd be me."
Illian MacGregor: "Wizards to turn him ba--I mean to find us extra power, because as we are we stand no chance against the horrors about to invade this world."
Fizban: "I am wizards... er... wizard."
Valron: "To say the least."
Fizban: "Eh? Extra power, you say?"
Gibby: "Yeah. The more the better."
Illian MacGregor: "We have this magical piece of paper that can change reality, but we need a way to make it work on this reality. We know of magical ink that will do it on the surface, but it is guarded by trolls, I mean evil robots and psychotic people."
Fizban: "Ahhh, those robut things. Yes, yes..." *He sits down again, leaning his staff against the wall and patting himself for something.* "Well, you can get power many ways, lad. It just depends on how desperate you are."
Illian MacGregor: "If you know anything about elements of magical power, we can use it. Otherwise a powerful lich is about to take over the world with an unholy ceremony."
Gibby: "Very!"
Fizban: "Is that so?"
Valron: "Yeah."
Fizban: "Well... you can make a plea to the gods."
Valron: "A plea for them to bestow us with the ink we need, or...?"
Illian MacGregor: "Hm. We'd need to ask the Echidna here what the local Gods are."
Fizban: "What's this about magical ink, eh? Let me see this paper of yours..."
Illian MacGregor: "The ones that were known to exist on Nintendus don't seem to be answering here." *Hands paper to Fizban.*
Metal Man (GM): I'm not sure exactly how to note it in Pathfindarian terms, but this is basically a component of a Limited Wish or similar. You most definitely don't, but luckily...
Fizban looks the paper over... his eyes seem to go a different color for a moment.
Illian MacGregor: "We could ask the Echidna... they don't use comms so you'd have to ask them in person."
Metal Man (GM): You'd detect that it's some Limited Wish component that has been enchanted to work in a different dimension than the current one.
Fizban: "Whoaaaa nelly!"
Metal Man (GM): So basically it could be the real thing... ...if somebody did a lot of work on it.
Valron: "I thought their emperor did, at least. Regardless."
Illian MacGregor: "Hm, yes, we should ask him."
Fizban: "Power of the eighth ring... at least..."
Valron: "Eigth ring?" *He tilts his head to the side, curious.*
Fizban: "The eighth ring of magic, lad. Spells come in rings of power. Think of it like layers. The deeper the layer, the stronger the magic. There are nine rings. This is magic from the eighth. And powerful magic, at that... yes, this would do the job if you found the proper material component to activate the magic..."
Valron: "So, second-deepest means that there's some immense power backing it."
Illian MacGregor: "Hm. That fits in with what I suspect... given the Book itself is an entire book of these things."
Fizban: "...but I should warn you."
Illian MacGregor: "Well, was, anyway."
Valron: "I'm guessing we need to be careful with phrasing and the like?"
Illian MacGregor: "I'm going to guess that Xavier's insanity and him holding a burnt version of the Book is related to your warning."
Fizban: "Something is LISTENING to you when you use this power. And it will take you literally. Very literally."
Gibby: "It's like that monkey's paw fable."
Fizban: "Indeed."
Illian MacGregor: "...I'm guessing Xavier fudged it pretty bad when he used it."
Valron: "So we need to be very careful with how we word things out."
Illian MacGregor: "My guess is he wanted to have all the artifacts of power... so he did... by becoming a part of the world itself and then being lost across time."
Fizban: "The power of the Wish spells are strong indeed. Only one spell outranks this one..."
Illian MacGregor: "...I'm definitely not going to ask for anything that drastic, since I don't need to relive what he did."
Metal Man (GM): Well, luckily, between what Illian went on before and the fact it's a blank page... It looks like it needs someone to be able to write on it. Your bad roll ensures you don't per se figure anything other than what you heard, unfortunately. Except that the ink itself must be made by some... master sorcerer or wizard themself. So clearly it can be made. You're fuzzy on WHAT it's made out of though...
Fizban: "...you would need to find a master of this particular magic."
Metal Man (GM): Especially without any of it before you to study.
Valron: "While we do know of some locations where ink of such quality could be found, but as we mentioned before the trek to get it would be quite dangerous."
Gibby: "Do you happen to know a guy?"
Illian MacGregor: "Hm. The danger is said masters could just as likely change our fates directly. I know Jack is a master... ...which is precisely why we want him dead."
Metal Man (GM): Let me think a little on this one. I'm assuming you want to know someone who ISN'T going to laugh and try to kill everyone who asks. :p Hm, well I'll give you two answers for the price of one. The first one is the gag answer. Maleficent left behind an evil door and was the one who initially made the magic. Oh SURE she could do it, and probably also trick everyone into dooming the world. So throwing that aside, there is... hmmm... Oh, right. Ael! He was just around, and he's on your side, mostly.
Fizban: "...there is that Ael fellow. He might have the magical oompf you need."
Metal Man (GM): I'd give a nicer answer but... there isn't one. @_@
Illian MacGregor: "So, as I suspected. Perhaps simpler as he could simply MAKE it... but we'd need to fight the Dweezil for him."
Valron: "The thing is, we'd rather not get entrenched in- yeah."
Illian MacGregor: "Unless he wants something else. We could just call him."
Valron: "To be honest, I'd rather mess with the junkyard or see what Red Text has in mind... Or, yes. Hope he has something not related to the Dweezil we could work on."
Fizban: "I will admit. Magical items of these nature are usually buried in some forgotten, ancient temple or tomb. A archmage's tower or the burial chamber of some powerful warlock."
Gibby: "They just never put those things out in the open."
Fizban: "Quite. ...ah ha! Of course!"
Gibby: "What?"
Valron: "Mm?"
Fizban pulls out a pipe. "THAT is where I put it." *He proceeds to pack some mystery green stuff into it and snap his fingers, the pipe lighting instantly.* "Ahhhhhh, very good."
Gibby: "I think I liked him more when he was sleeping."
Fizban: "Oh, come now, young one. I am doing my best to help you."
Gibby: "Young?! I'm a grown man!"
Fizban: "Ah, but you are young to me, are you not?"
Valron: "Regardless."
Gibby: "Well... considering all the time jumps and reality warps, who knows how old I am now."
Fizban seems a rather kindly old man, if a little out of his goard. "That does seem to be the case for heroes these days, doesn't it? Hmmhmmhmmhmmhmm..."
Valron: "Yeah, age is kind of a mystery number for us ex-Questers, I'm sure."
Gibby: "Now that I think of it, I can't remember the last time I had a birthday."
Valron: "I... n any case. What's the best thing to do out of all this?"
Fizban: "I wish I could give you the magic that you need. I did know the spell itself. ...but then I forgot."
Valron: "Unfortunate. Though, I suppose nothing can be done about that."
Fizban: "You can imagine, at my age, how easy it is to forget something like that."
Gibby: "Can't you just poof up a 'remember everything' spell?"
Illian MacGregor: "It is true. This artifact itself was the product of some insanely powerful beings..."
Fizban: "Don't you think that I would have dome something like that by now?"
Valron: "To say the least."
Illian MacGregor: "The Hands made The Book to write their story in."
Gibby: "Maybe you just kept forgetting to."
Fizban puffs gently on his pipe. "There is another option, perhaps."
Valron: "Ah, yes, the Hands. They're probably long gone now. Add to it they wouldn't want anything to do with us. or this universe for that matter, I'm sure."
Fizban: "A master craftsman might be able to produce the ink you require. A true master is magical in his own right. Or, to take it further... YOU could produce the ink if you found proper magical ingredients."
Gibby: "Do you know any master craftsmen?"
Fizban ponders that...
Metal Man (GM): Magical mastery, eh? Well, the Mask Salesman was the most esteemed in this world and several others, but he supposedly left. Still, he usually leaves at least a sign since he has to earn a living somehow.
Fizban: "Perhaps the Mask Salesman?"
Illian MacGregor: "Computer, where is the Mast Salesman?"
Metal Man (GM): It zooms in on a sign near a ruined observatory.
Gibby: "A guy who sells masks? How's he going to help us?"
Fizban: "Masks require paint and ink to be created."
Illian MacGregor: "Hmmmm... it says something about 'left due to planet too dangerous... moved to...'" *Stares* "...Can't seem to tell where he moved to."
Valron: "And I'm sure he'd have a wide variety thereof."
Gibby: "Oh... fair enough."
Valron: "...Is it just incomprehensible or is there no real clue?"
Fizban frowns around his pipe, clicking his tongue...
Illian MacGregor: "Something very... very confusing. It's a series of coordinates that ping-pong across reality."
Metal Man (GM): He shows what appears to be three points sitting on a map of reality.
Valron: "Any idea where they end up?"
Metal Man (GM): One point is here in Alsa, where he used to be. Another is on Nintendus. A third is on some weird third planet never seen before.
Illian MacGregor: "Not sure as to what they refer to."
Fizban: "How much time do you require for this item?"
Illian MacGregor: "We have about a week or two before Jack completes his evil ritual. Unless someone or someTHING delays him that's it. Now... Alsa is not specifically our responsibility, but... Xavier continues to appear here. If Jack takes the planet Xavier may be able to use it to hide from us indefinitely."
Valron: "Add to it, I'd rather not have the potential of Jack expanding his grasp beyond Alsa's sphere of influence..."
Fizban ponders for a moment more... "...well, you could locate magical materials and create the ink yourself. If the items itself are magical enough, you don't need a spellcrafter to do it. Magic is as much natural as it is created by people like me."
Illian MacGregor: "I have Magitek here. The Solarions must have more magic items themselves. I hate to rely so heavily on them, but it's clear we aren't getting anywhere otherwise."
Valron: "To be honest, I'm tempted to just see what Red Text wants, if only because this all seems like it'll just further complicate things... Though if we can call on help from the Solarions, then that wouldn't be too bad an idea either."
Fizban: "...well, you could always go somewhere where magical is more natural."
Illian MacGregor: "The Solarions possess vast fields of magical crystal. The only issue is they are also inhabited by magical monsters. Normally I would not suggest we forage for them ourselves, but a few sentient crystal golems are looking less threatening at the moment."
Valron: "If anything, we could also use the golem corpses as well, right?"
Fizban: "Natural crystal golems? How interesting..."
Gibby: "I could take them on no prob!"
Valron: "Don't get overconfident, Gibby. Besides, we don't exactly know how tough or fragile the crystal naturally is."
Illian MacGregor: "On Solaria, the crystal golems guard large quantities of magical crystals. These crystals form Magitek--they are the blank slate."
Gibby: "There's always a way to break something."
Illian MacGregor: "What we would need is to create some sort of magical ink dispenser. The issue is fate magic is protected by fate magic golems which in turn are the most dangerous beings on that planet."
Fizban: "Machinery is something I know very little about... ...FATE magic golems?"
Valron: "...Oh boy."
Fizban: "That sounds... somewhat improbable, but not completely impossible."
Illian MacGregor: "They can, within their part of the planet, warp reality. In limited ways. Trip on your face when you go to attack them. Phase weapons out of existence."
Gibby: "What?! That's cheating!"
Illian MacGregor: "If you get unlucky, they can kill you with a good spell, but few of them are that powerful."
Fizban: "Magical fate manipulation is possible. It requires a very powerful strength of will to overcome."
Valron: "So it might be best to try and catch them off guard or avoid them entirely, then."
Illian MacGregor: "It's just another highly difficult mission choice."
Gibby: "Wizard man, maybe you could make some sort of 'reality warp barrier' for us."
Fizban: "Hrmmm... Give me a moment, would you?"
Gibby: "Sure."
Fizban reaches into his pack and pulls out a rather thick, leather bound tome.
Illian MacGregor: "Hm. Reality warp barriers." *He seems intrigued by that thought...*
Valron: "...How rough would helping Red Text be? Or scouring the junkyard? Not that I'm immediately picking them, but."
Illian MacGregor: "You know, the same magic could ruin Jack's plans as well."
Fizban begins flipping through it...
Illian MacGregor: "He aims to rewrite the planet in his name. So we simply block his magic. Red Text used to do that on a grand scale. If we can find a proper spell then we can work with Red Text to make it really... really huge."
Fizban: "...I'm sorry, lad. I don't know a spell which could do something like that. Perhaps if you had a library with magic, I could study and locate an appropriate spell, but it would have to be within my realm of power to cast."
Gibby: "Ugh!"
Illian MacGregor: "There is a library... on the ruins of Koholint island."
Valron: "...That old library?"
Fizban: "I myself can only access the second ring as of yet."
Valron: "I thought it wasn't in the best of conditions after the last time we were there."
Fizban: "To get further, I must deal with this blasted memory block of mine."
Illian MacGregor: "It was guarded by a sorceror with the ability to annihilate people, but... he hasn't been seen in quite some time. I wager he died... It remains cursed."
Gibby: "So let's go to the library! Wow, I can't believe I said that."
Fizban: "This library might, at least, tell us where a better alternative is located."
Valron: "...Hm. I thought Zant kicked the bucket at some point, myself. Though, honestly, my memory's not all that good. At least, I think it's Zant if that's who you're referring to."
Metal Man (GM): Ah.
Illian MacGregor: "...We don't really know what the library is doing, but we should check it. Are you two or three up to the task?"
Valron: "I wouldn't mind examining the library. Especially if we can find something of use in it."
Illian MacGregor: "There is literally no other option that doesn't involve being attacked by fate-altering monsters or militaristic maniacs. This option is to find a spell to help Red Text shield reality."
Valron: "I do hope that Zant isn't alive though, or else we'll really be in a bind."
Gibby: "I'm ready to go."
Illian MacGregor: "If he is alive... warn me and I shall warp you out."
Valron: "He had that disgustingly brutal disintegration spell if I remember right."
Illian MacGregor: "...Or..."
Metal Man (GM): He gets a look on his face.
Fizban: "I will be able to assist for a few minutes, I believe."
Illian MacGregor: "We could kill him with orbital bombardment."
Fizban: "No." *He stands again, looking stern.*
Valron: "...I'd rather we just warp out if worse comes to worse."
Fizban: "I will not have you destroy a vast place of knowledge needlessly."
Illian MacGregor: "Well..." *He leans.* "I mean if you can lure him away from that. He might not be that stupid. But if he was. He's toast. If he's... even there."
Gibby: "Hey, if that place has to go in order to save our skins, I say let it burn."
Valron: "I'd rather we be able to spare it if possible."
Illian MacGregor: "No, we need the books, I can warp you if need be."
Valron: "It'd be a valuable resource."
Illian MacGregor: "But if he does show up. Do consider luring him into the ocean."
Gibby: "Or a dangerous tool in the wrong hands."
Valron: "Especially if we can convert the books into data form for future reference."
Illian MacGregor: "In any case, we have to find out what is actually there before we can continue arguing over it."
Valron: "Always have backups and whatnot."
Metal Man (GM): He makes a warp to the location.
Fizban: "I might be able to hold him at bay for a few seconds, perhaps."
Illian MacGregor: "I will keep the warp device ready in case you find him."
Valron: *He nods, making his way into the warp* "Regardless, be on your toes, folks."
Gibby: "Yeah, yeah..." *He steps inside.*
Fizban follows.
Metal Man (GM): That would be pretty useful... now, one sec while I check my logs. For the purposes of saving your sanity, OOCly, let's just say you will survive without Fizban this mission. This leaves you waiting a moment while I look in the logs. For the most authentic experience. I'm nearly done. I'll grab my clothes from the dryer and resume. Back. You step into the warp... and land on Alsa. Koholint Island. Onto an island that hasn't been touched in years. You see... a village, shrouded in a perpetual overcast sky.
Gibby: "Where's the welcoming committee?"
Metal Man (GM): There is pretty much no plant life here, and the buildings are all abandoned and falling apart. Save one--the library--which appears to now have a large number of satellite dishes atop it.
Valron: "This old place..." *He wastes no time, making his way over to where the library I... s.* "...I certainly don't remember those being there."
Metal Man (GM): It is guarded by two guys with machineguns. Still going to approach it directly?
Valron: *He stops, instead going to move around it, while getting a good look at the machinegunners from his current spot.*
Metal Man (GM): You see that it is solidly protected by security cameras and... other vaguely modern things like doors, locks, windows etc.
Gibby walks up to the guards. He doesn't have time for sneaking.
Metal Man (GM): They point at Gibby with their guns, then speak some strange language you cannot understand. They seem to be yelling something at him while pointing at his weapon.
Gibby: "HEY! WE. NEED. TO. GET. INSIDE. THE. LIBRARY. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND. ME?"
Guard: "? ?????????? ?? ????, ??? ???????? ?? ???????!"
Valron: *Is busy examining the security cameras to see what their view radius is.*
Gibby looks at Valron. "Any idea what they're saying?"
Guard 2: "??? ????? ??????? ??????? ??????!"
Metal Man (GM): They see Valron and aim at him too, backing up to the door as one of them hits some sort of alarm.
Gibby raises his arms up. "WOAH! HOLD ON! WE COME IN PEACE!"
Metal Man (GM): It seems to not much matter what view the cameras have, they are fully alert. But they don't seem to understand you either.
Valron: "Gibby, if you had a neck, I would strangle you."
Metal Man (GM): They gesture to the sword again and then yell in Russian some more.
Gibby: "Relax, they're not gonna just kill us."
Metal Man (GM): They gesture at the ground.
Gibby looks at the guards. "Alright, alright... I get it."
Valron: *Sighs, messaging Illian.* "Look, just. don't do anything else that's stupid."
Gibby grabs his sword and puts it on the ground.
Metal Man (GM): They then look less alarmed.
Gibby: "We're friendly. Friendly. No hurt." *He smiles.*
Metal Man (GM): They then open the doors and one of them pokes Gibby with the gun, motioning him to go inside. With the gun pointed at him at all times. And before you think, "Oh, I can survive being hit by this gun"--it's a freaky gun that clearly is not a normal one.
Valron: "Oy. No need for us to start anything."
Metal Man (GM): The other one motions to Dragoshi as well.
Illian MacGregor: "What is that I'm hearing in the background?"
Gibby: "Alright, I'm going, I'm going." *He heads inside.*
Metal Man (GM): We'll semi-pause on Gibby and focus on Valron as the last guard stares at him. He motions to Valron to drop his weapon, too.
Gibby: "Oh like you had a better idea. At least I got us inside!"
Valron: "...Point. And we're alive, so. I can't fault you on that."
Metal Man (GM): True, but they appear to suspect you of having one, making the same gestures as he did at Gibby. It'd take a sleight of hand check to fool him.
Valron pulls out the magitek machinegun, just dropping it on the ground.
Metal Man (GM): You can try, but it's an insanely high DC with anything larger than a pistol or knife.
Valron: *Then proceeds to do the same with Phantom's machinegun, the M-tek Sword and Scythe, and the Borne-22.*
Metal Man (GM): The man stares at the weapons, then motions for you to go inside as well.
Valron nods, now following Gibby in.
Metal Man (GM): You walk in. It's... a lab. With books in it.
Valron: "...Definitely don't remember this."
Metal Man (GM): Walking down the steps is... Julian Sawyer???
Julian Sawyer???: "What, you don't remember me?"
Valron: "...Julian?!"
Metal Man (GM): Yes.
Gibby: "Well this is unexpected."
Valron: "Considering the fact that I'm ex-Quester, that wouldn't be entirely unreasonable."
Julian Sawyer???: "These Russian foo's are just guardin' my stuff. I' figured the fightin' ring got borin' after a while, so I got myself a sweet house here in the middle of @#$%in' nowhere."
Gibby: "You live here?"
Julian Sawyer???: "Yeah. It's the furthest place away from that crazy Smasher bull@#$% I could get."
Valron: "Definitely for the best."
Julian Sawyer???: "You're the first people to show up in years and, you're not those crazy @#$%ers like Aetos either."
Valron: "We're part of a much saner outfit nowadays."
Gibby: "Then maybe you can help us."
Julian Sawyer???: "I'll be th' judge of that. Who you workin' for?"
Gibby: "We're The Protectors now. We work for Illian."
Julian Sawyer???: "Well if that ain't the prissiest name I ever heard. What do y'do, go around plantin' flowers?"
Gibby: "I wish."
Valron: "Even if we did I'm half-sure the soil itself would try and eat us, knowing our luck."
Julian Sawyer???: "Figures that Metal gets tired of being considered the loser he is. Well, here's th' deal. I'm not in this Questin' business anymo'."
Gibby: "The soil would be a reality shifting God. Fair enough."
Julian Sawyer???: "I jus' found this place and settled down. These guards were jus' here when I came in, and after I punched them they decided to follow my orders."
Valron: "Understandable."
Julian Sawyer???: "So I'll be helpin' you only the amount it takes you to not need to come bustin' down my door every fifteen @#$%in' minutes. Capiche?"
Gibby: "No problem."
Valron: "Aye."
Julian Sawyer???: "All righ', so what do y'need? I got this huge warehouse full'a messed up books." Heh. I love when this happens. Hopefully I'll get better at explaining these so you don't forget so often.
Gibby: "That's good. We're looking for a spell book, one that might teach us how to make a reality warp barrier. Something like that. That old timer said it better."
Valron: "Anti-reality warp."
Gibby: "Yeah, that thing."
Julian Sawyer???: "Huh. That'd be pretty sweet, sign me up for onna those."
Valron: "Though it's all part of a bigger thing to get some stuff to help deal with Jack because that dirtbag's planning on taking over all of Alsa."
Julian Sawyer???: "One problem... I can't read the magic mumbo-jumbo in these @#$%in' books." He takes one out and shows you the runic scripts all over it.
Gibby: "Don't worry, we've got a wizard for that."
Valron: "Aye. He should be able to help us with that."
Julian Sawyer???: "A wizard, y'say? Maybe he could help me too, then this wouldn't be some one-sided deal."
Valron: "Yeah, Fizban. I think he was a Quester at one point but honestly, those days are a bit of a blur. With what?"
Gibby: "Sure. Though he's kinda not available at the moment."
Julian Sawyer???: "I don't want any random @#$%in' maniacs to wander into my house. Th' field some crazy guy set here before me seems to be... fadin'. Well, I can wait here for th' moment, I'm not goin' anywhere."
Valron: "And you'd like us to find a way to restore that field, or...?"
Julian Sawyer???: "Unless you want to try for that Merlon freak... I ain't heard from him in ages, he came here an' borrowed some books and then warped th' @#$% out of this entire world. Yeah, I want the biggest anti-crazy field you can make. Don' want any more maniacs to come here."
Gibby: "I'm more experienced at breaking things rather than fortifying them."
Julian Sawyer???: "'Course ya are. That's all we Questers were good fo'. That's all anybody NEEDED. Build some @#$%, some guy jus' tears it down. Tear things down, an' NOBODY stops you."
Gibby: "Sounds about right..."
Valron: "Yep..."
Julian Sawyer???: "I jus' hide out here, 'cuz that way I don't have to hear any Aetoses tellin' me 'DARK WORLD' or Charleses tellin' me @#$% about ghosts in their psyche. You guys shoul' try it sometime."
Valron: "I'll keep that in mind for another day."
Julian Sawyer???: "Anyways, you got what you lookin' for here. Or... there's also that Echidna guy. Sometimes I have some boxin' matches at Angel Island--they got a set of books too, y'know. Think that about covers it, really."
Valron: "Right! I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Thanks, Julian."
Gibby: "Yeah, thanks."
Julian Sawyer???: "No problem'. This barrier thing should make sure none'a us have to put up with f@#$kn' psychos."
Metal Man (GM): Back. So, I think we should then pause here--when we return, we'll have Fizban or assume Fizban identifies what you need, and go from there. Rather busy so, not enough time for a full on battle. But I assure you, we're almost there. +300 EXP, +300 GP to Gibby, Fizban, Valron.
Metal Man (GM): CONTINUATION The group had visited the library of Koholint Island. There, they found none other than Julian Sawyer??? And... the library... and Russian guys with machineguns! And Julian wanted to help, and... they needed Fizban to locate the book in the library. You up to use Fizban here, Sky? Fizban would be snoring in the bridge, when he would be awakened by Illian poking him with a highly technological... pointing stick.
Illian MacGregor: "Hmmm... you awake? There is... something you should see."
Fizban: "Ehhhh?! Wha?! Oh. Hello, man of metal. Something I should see, you say? Well, lead the way, lead the way." *He would stand up and sorta brush himself off, picking up his staff and making to follow Illian where ever it is he's leading him.*
Illian MacGregor: "This way."
Metal Man (GM): He would lead you into a warp... And to a library, where Gibby and Valron are.
Fizban: "Oh goodness... such a wonderful place..."
Metal Man (GM): The library... is filled with books written in some runic language you probably haven't seen before. But it's like standing in the hall of an ancient grand library. Magic books everywhere.
Gibby: "Ah, you finally work the old man up. Good!"
Fizban: "Do you require something, my good men?"
Gibby: "We need your wizarding knowledge to scan the books and find that reality warp spell."
Valron: "Yes. We need your assistance in deciphering these texts as neither of us can understand them."
Fizban: "Ah, of course, of course."
Illian MacGregor: "We need to make that spell that seals places off from being changed by dimensional things. The reality bubble."
Fizban: "Well, it would take some time... there is a great many tomes here..."
Illian MacGregor: "My computer systems have no data on these books or their language."
Metal Man (GM): I'm going to say the language is weird, but Read Magic would enable you to read these as they are primarily in purely magical writing. AKA I want you to be able to read them now with Read Magic. Ah. Use it then. You would decipher what is clearly ancient Hylian, back when it was the same as Echidna language. This planet's screwed up history and all.
Fizban will start to go through the books, taking one tome at a time, looking at the book hard with Detect Magic first, then use Read Magic in conjunction with his good mind about languages to understand the books.
Metal Man (GM): Time passes and you start to figure out they're arranged alphabetically. Well, in the old language's form of an alphabet.
Fizban: "How helpful."
Gibby takes a nap on top of a couple books.
Metal Man (GM): What do you look for? Your only danger is taking too long, if you don't have a decent idea of what you want.
Gibby: "Zzzz..."
Illian MacGregor: "Just a note, we can't spend too long. I have reports that they will begin a battle on the border between JackLand and GUN land in about 18 hours."
Fizban will try the Rs, for Reality.
Valron: "18 hours? Better than nothing, at least."
Fizban will get as close as he can for the other language, that is.
Illian MacGregor: "We need the barrier spell to prevent Jack from trying his ritual... and so we can fetch reality altering materials without being altered."
Metal Man (GM): It's a rough translation, but you discover one specific book covered in wear sitting here.
Fizban: "There are a great many tomes here, but I believe..."
Metal Man (GM): The book is oddly noted "Reality, Altering Thereof." It was written by... Dyne himself???
Fizban: "...do we know a man named Dyne?"
Illian MacGregor: "Dyne was the being who once ruled this entire planet. During a magic golden age he used his powers to manipulate reality itself. It is likely Jack is using his magic to do what he does."
Fizban will go through it. He reads decently fast.
Gibby turns over and winds up falling off a stack of books. "Woah!" *Thud.*
Fizban: "Please be careful not to hurt the spines of the books, Master Gibby."
Metal Man (GM): You read a huge amount, quickly. Basically Dyne wrote this book after writing... this dimension. He hewed it together from several related realities.
Valron: "Aye. Best to keep these books in usable condition."
Metal Man (GM): He had mastered reality bending, and realized his power in turn had been granted by "A mysterious being" with "A book of his own, far, far away."
Gibby: "Oh... no worries... the only spine hurt around here is my own... ow."
Metal Man (GM): His only fear was that he might some day die at a misadventure, and that his spells would not be there to keep his dimension functioning correctly.
Fizban: "...I believe he mentions the book you received that scroll from..."
Illian MacGregor: "Huh."
Valron: "Peculiar."
Metal Man (GM): Printed in this book are several spells. One of them in particular... specifically blocks all teleportation and eats all supernatural power enhancements.
Gibby walks over to the group.
Fizban: "Ah ha! Perhaps this is what we are looking for..."
Metal Man (GM): It is particularly potent as you can cast it at a source of energy and turn that energy into a continual field without refreshing it. "Even, I speculate, for millions of years." The only danger is it creates a trigger point that, if destroyed, can cause it to fade.
Gibby: "Great!"
Valron: "Fantastic."
Fizban: "This spell requires a suitable source of energy."
Metal Man (GM): You'd note that it requires a large one, to be precise. Think the power output of a small town.
Gibby: "How much we talking here?"
Fizban: "A very strong one. Perhaps enough to run several dozen homes."
Valron: "Mm. Do we have anything like that on hand?"
Illian MacGregor: "If we want to fly the entire Eternal Dauntless at it, we have enough... Then we can't warp off of it though..."
Metal Man (GM): There are other spells in there, including one which is clearly the ritual Jack is using. Unfortunately that page was torn out leaving only the reference in the appendix to what page it's on.
Valron: "Well, then. That complicates things..."
Fizban: "Your ship would need to be near the group to encompass them in the field."
Illian MacGregor: "Yes. It would be... rather inefficient."
Fizban: "It would be better if you had a smaller source. Perhaps you could fabricate one with your magitek?"
Illian MacGregor: "Yes. That will simply cost us money rather than require braving the most dangerous golems on my home planet. But it will be heavy. One person will be burdened with it. I... shall carry it."
Valron: "Understood."
Gibby: "Are you sure you don't need help?"
Illian MacGregor: "I will be in need of protecting from enemies. I will have to hold it with both hands when I am moving. But if I have to set it down I can very effectively kill whatever is after me."
Gibby: "Well then you have my sword!" *He goes to grab his sword and raise it, but then remembers that he left it outside.* "...Well... you -would- have it... if I had it." *Sigh.*
Fizban will set that book aside and take some time to see if he can find some evocation magic that might be of some use. "I do believe I can cast this spell... it will take time and I will need to create a ritual circle, but I do not think it is outside of my ability at the moment."
Valron: "Good to know. Will there be anything else you need?"
Illian MacGregor: "Fizban. We can let you look over this library while we fetch the ore for the reality changing ink. Does that sound right to you? ...Yes. We shall be sure to provide you with whatever you need... After you have made the spell, that is."
Metal Man (GM): Someone else walks in, looking at you... it's Julian.
Julian Sawyer???: "Yo, whazzup? You guys find somethin' important in this stack'a books?"
Fizban: "Of course, of cou--Master Julian! A pleasure to see you once more."
Gibby: "Hey, Julian. Yeah, we've got it."
Julian Sawyer???: "Nice to see you too, Fizzy." *He'd go to shake Fizban's hand.* "As I was jus' sayin' to the others, this's where I hang out to get away from all'a th' chaos n' s#$%. ...So I migh' want one'a those mystic spell things you're makin' so they can't f@#$ this place up either."
Fizban: "Of course, of course. I will, of course, need a sufficient energy source to bind the spell to."
Metal Man (GM): Aha! Yes, you remind me to explain this object. The book itself is a World-Shatteringly powerful artifact, so with it anyone can cast the spell, if they understand what's written inside. Given the wear and tear you suspect whoever had it last abused this to no end. So yes. For this is an Alsan spell device, so it basically works, if you give it enough time. A high level person could learn this spell in their personal spellbook and hurl it around anywhere... But for you, you need the book itself, and this book makes it possible for anyone who can read it to fire it... of course you'd wager it has limited power and either the book or the user might be drained from this. Probably the user as the book is ancient and yet not completely drained of its power.
Fizban: "If you have the appropriate items, then I shall be happy to cast the spell for you. However, might I suggest, Master Julian, that you allow me to cast it for the Man of Metal first so that I have a better understanding of how the spell works. While they procure the items they need, I shall remain here and... read..." *He looks at all the books... and slowly starts pulling out his spellbook and some writing materials...*
Julian Sawyer???: "Sure thin', wouldn't want'a hog the energy Metal needs for his magic spaceship stuff." He'd back off and let you work. Illian would mumble under his helmet and then a Solarion Generator would warp into the library. Yup. Well you'd earn at least 200 GP from your participation in this session so far. I assume that would be enough? Yeah. I'm gonna say this library is basically Evocation spells and also whatever ones deal with altering reality. Other schools are missing from here entirely. Ok. I'd say this library has Evocation and Conjuration only, plus that weird book I mentioned as the exclamation point. And yes, you can now guess from seeing this library that obviously there is one about Necromancy somewhere and that Jack has it. Anyway, sorry for the huge wall of technobabble. Continuing on, Fizban is able to work on his research. Illian turns to the other two, as Julian would let them get their weapons back.
Illian MacGregor: "Now, we shall have to decide what to do in the interim. We cannot get the reality changing ore until Fizban has figured out the spells and enchanted this generator. That should take around 6 hours, if my computers calculated correctly. We can try to buy time by delaying Jack's ritual or damaging Borne's preparations, but each comes with the risk of aiding the other side..."
Valron: "Mm... A problematic decision either way."
Gibby: "Well, delaying is all about wasting as much time as possible. We'd be killing two birds with one stone."
Valron: "Though, yeah, I like the idea of delaying the ritual, myself."
Illian MacGregor: "Red Text has indicated that the ritual requires vast amounts of wealth, sacrificed in extreme excess. There are massive caravans of gold headed towards a volcano Jack has hijacked for his purposes."
Gibby: "Gold, you say?" *$_$*
Illian MacGregor: "I can beam you aboard the caravan. There, you are to kill as many possessed skeletons and derail as much of the train as possible. You might be able to steal some gold but... it is heavy and possibly cursed. Anything to delay Jack is useful, though. Even if we end up throwing it out after you've stolen it."
Gibby: "Cursed, schmused, as long as I can spend it!"
Illian MacGregor: "Set the caravan on fire. Crash it into the ocean. Mash it up, boil it into a stew... Just ruin Jack's attempts to get the wealth to power his ritual."
Valron: "Understood."
Gibby: "Can do!"
Valron: "And if we manage to get anything useful out of it for us, all the better."
Illian MacGregor: "It's using a train he's build, so you have many chances to do each. The only reason it hasn't happened anymore is Borne being afraid of his men being reanimated and their secrets turned against him. ...I can assure you that if you die I will not let that happen, though your corpses may need to be incinerated and work done to revive your soul at great cost to your expense account with me. Don't do anything stupid twice in a row, basically."
Gibby: "That's... nice."
Illian MacGregor: "I can revive you, it just is way too expensive and will impact your pay. And maybe your strength. So focus on killing the low level skeletons and avoid anything too nasty."
Valron: "Focus on the lesser nasties. Got it."
Illian MacGregor: "They're stupid so you should be able to outsmart anything you see that is too nasty. Understood?"
Gibby: "You point, and I'll swing!"
Metal Man (GM): Nah. It'll cost ye to put them in the spellbook... I intend them to survive the skeletons. Assuming nobody slips up TOO hard... :p The warp appears. Illian points.
Illian MacGregor: "Swing away."
Metal Man (GM): Julian watches, silently.
Gibby nods and makes his way into the warp.
Valron nods, making his way into the warp.
Fizban just goes about writing shit down.
Metal Man (GM): You warp aboard... the train. You're on the caboose. There's a door inwards, it's unlocked. The caboose appears to be empty, also encrusted in rust... and barnacles?
Valron glances around, before approaching the door.
Gibby: "No creepy monsters so far."
Valron: "Just give it a moment."
Metal Man (GM): Perception check. Nothing unusal. Unusual that is.
Valron: .oO(Doesn't seem to anything too peculiar... gotta keep my guard up, though.)
Metal Man (GM): You can open the door, basically.
Valron goes to do just that, slowly opening it up.
Gibby sticks behind Valron.
Metal Man (GM): You open it up. It groans. It's kinda dark inside this car. And smells fishy. There's a small walkway before the next door.
Gibby: "Phew... smells like evening time at the fish market."
Valron: "Why do I have the strangest feeling about this..." *He continues looking around, wary of the shadows as he approaches the next door* "The rust, the barnacles, the stench..."
Metal Man (GM): You can open the next door, the window is a bit fogged over on the other side.
Valron: *He goes to wipe off a little bit of the fog, if possible.*
Gibby: "Maybe Jack really like seafood."
Valron: "Or maybe this thing's been underwater for a long while. Regardless."
Metal Man (GM): You'd wipe off some of the fog, making a squeegee noise. You'd hear a SLAM and something trying to open the door from the other side.
Gibby: "Well if we spot any tartar sauce, then I'm-GAH! What was that?!"
Valron: *Goes to slip into the shadows out of surprise, motioning for Gibby to follow.* (Would I need to attempt Stealth for this, or?)
Gibby follows.
Metal Man (GM): Both of you, roll Stealth for this. Or move silently. Whatever one makes sense. Valron vanishes into the shadows. But what of Gibby... You both vanish. A skeleton wanders into the room, looking for you. It does not find you. It goes to turn its back on you and walk back outside. You can, if you so choose, go to attack it.
Gibby: "What do you think? Attack it, or let it go?"
Valron: "Take it out. It's only a skeleton."
Gibby nods, leaps out of the shadows and strikes the skeleton in the back with a vertical slash.
Dragoshi: *1d20+5 POWAH STRIKE.*
Metal Man (GM): You catch the skeleton flat footed. It dodges Gibby's attack, only to be hit by the Power Strike. The Skeleton... explodes. Reflex saves. 2 damage to Gibby.
Gibby gets scraped by a piece of bone. "Ow!"
Dragoshi: *1d20+5 oh god exploding skeletons.*
Metal Man (GM): 2 damage to Valron. Those shards really do hurt, but you managed to avoid much of them.
Valron: "Disgusting."
Metal Man (GM): The door is shut, but you can see through the window that there are more skeletons out there. None of them have noticed you though.
Gibby: "I think we were better off letting the thing go." *He picks a shard off his body.*
Metal Man (GM): There's 3 of them milling around out there, with their scimitars and PSO-people clothes.
Valron: "Or we attack them from a distance."
Gibby: "I'm more of an 'up close and personal' kind of fighter."
Valron: "Whichever works, though. But... yeah. Might be best to just try and slip by them, seeing as they're just going to explode."
Gibby looks around for anything they could use to hide in like an empty box or a barrel.
Metal Man (GM): Search check... so another perception check, Gibby.
Valron: "Just in case..." *He switches out his scythe for the Borne-22, keeping it at his side. Might be good in case they need to deal with more skeletons anyways... and then he goes to try and help Gibby with his search.*
Metal Man (GM): You find a pile of plating laying around that could be mistaken for a box if used properly. Of course Skeletons are pretty dumb, as long as you don't resemble anything they can or want to kill. Just might take a Perform or Sleight of Hand to "Convince" them you are in fact a crate.
Valron goes to make use of the plating to try and pass off as a rather... rudimentary box of sorts.
Metal Man (GM): Roll it when you go to move by the skeletons.
Gibby joins Valron with the ol' 'plate and switch' trick.
Metal Man (GM): I assume Gibby is with you? He can... rely on your roll.
Valron goes to slip into the next room, currently making use of his... clever(?) disguise, making sure Gibby is with him as he tries to crate his way through the bags 'o bones.
Dragoshi: *1d20+7 It's just a box.*
Metal Man (GM): One of them notices you are not a box. It decides to swing at you. It makes a noise, which causes the other two to look and wonder what it is swinging at. What do you do?
Valron: *Continue the box ruse. That skeleton is just dumb and flipping out for no reason.*
Metal Man (GM): Roll another check...
Gibby: .oO(And I thought it smelled bad... one the outside!)
Metal Man (GM): The skeletons decide that it really is a box and let you all the way into the next train car. This next one is interesting, as it happens to be an engine. One of many train engines. However, it is manned by a monstrosity with four arms, that is easily running the whole thing.... It doesn't see you, but it can clearly attack plenty of times should you fight it. On the flip side, destroying an engine will definitely slow this thing down.
Gibby: "I say we take apart that engine."
Metal Man (GM): You could also try to blow up the engine without fighting it, at the risk of... self-explosion. Or continue ahead past it... up to you.
Valron: *Will continue on his path once the skeletons... and well. That is a monstrosity how about. He just looks the thing over from his position of the boxguise, trying to judge how beefy it is.*
Metal Man (GM): It's still probably no match for you in a direct fight but it might deal a bunch of damage before it finally dies. You could attack it first. If you do mess up the engine while it is running it it can be caught in the explosion, but so could you.
Valron: "...I think it'd be best to wreck the engines as well, yes. Especially if we can catch that thing in the explosion."
Gibby: "Yeah. That oughta make him nice and crispy."
Valron: "Be on your toes, though. We could get a bit toasty as well."
Gibby: "That's... nothing new for me."
Metal Man (GM): You'd need to take a tech check to figure out what to do about this engine.
Valron: "So... shall we get to it, then?"
Metal Man (GM): And to figure out what, exactly, it is.
Dragoshi: *1d20+7 doop doop doop tech knowledge go.*
Metal Man (GM): Knowledge (Technology) Can't be used untrained though, as then you know nothing about technology to check. May want to add to that next level if you don't--it comes up a lot. Dragoshi determines he has never seen this type of tech before and that the gauges are covered in bizarre technobabble he can't read... You can take 10, thus allowing the quad-armed thing a perception check to potentially see you. You'd need to take 10 in this point, thus allowing for the perception check. Up to you what is more valuable. You can of course also blindly shoot at it/mess with it. Then you have no clue what will happen...
Gibby: "Hmmm... this thing confuses me. Let's just slice it up."
Metal Man (GM): The DC it has to beat is a lowered version of that considering you're distracted as you do that.
Valron: "Just a moment."** *He decides to chance it, deciding that if he can at least get a good moment to try and figure out a thing about the engine, then maybe...* (Taking 10. Perception check for the fiend?)
Metal Man (GM): It sees nada. You determine this is a photon engine. You still don't know what all the gauges are for, but you eke out how to merely turn it off. Other choices will likely make a huge explosion that may derail all or some of the train, threatening you in the process. Happening so fast you probably wouldn't get much chance to dodge it. Survival is probable, if rather painful in that case.
Valron: *to Gibby* "I've figured out how to turn it off. No idea what all the gauges do, but at the least we don't have to chance a massive explosion."
Gibby: "Well what about Handsome over there? We could take both him and the engine out at the same time. Double whammy."
Valron: "The thing is, while we can survive the explosion, it's just that it'll really suck. I'd rather keep our chances of dying to a minimum."
Gibby looks disappointed. "Fine. I suppose living is more important. Turn it off and we can sneak away."
Valron: *Would try and slip by to the engine, attempting to merely turn it off, making sure not to arouse the ire of the monster at the wheel.* (Do I need to make another SoH check?)
Metal Man (GM): Yup.
Dragoshi: *1d20+7 Here we go again.*
Metal Man (GM): You have no problem at all in sneaking right up to those gauges. You can do one thing with them without him noticing at all. Shut it off, blow it up, or push random buttons.
Valron goes to shut it off before getting on out. In and out in one smooth motion. S'how it goes.
Metal Man (GM): You go to shut it off. He gets... one more chance to see anything... Roll a slight of hand to escape his notice.
Dragoshi: *1d20+7 oh noooooooo.*
Metal Man (GM): You walk on out. The skeleton has no clue what just happened as you shut it off. I think we'll pause here... right as you see your next obstacle. Skeletonized Trevor's Goons! Complete with AK-47s! Seems SOMEBODY has been reusing minions. And... +300 EXP and 300 coins to Dragoshi and Gibby and Fizban
Dragoshi: *Ahaha, sorry about taking a bit long on that, but hey! Progress.*
Metal Man (GM): GARRICKTHING. Garrick has been resupplied, courtesy of Sloan. They're now sort of standing out there on the icy continent, still.
Sloan: "So. You're no longer a weakling. Now how about we go and kill Jack? Of course, you're the tactical genius, so your plan would probably be better than mine. Still, I have an idea..."
Metal Man (GM): He taps some various devices on him. You can't really tell which artifacts they are, due to some cloak he has on them, but they give off the same feel of energy any Alsan world-shattering artifact does.
Garrick Fy`aar flexes somewhat in his new armor, sighting down his pistol and nodding a bit before holstering it.
Sloan: "If you have your little bomb, then you distract him by blowing him up while I give him the mother of all backstabs."
Garrick Fy`aar: "Let's hear your idea to start with..."
Sloan: "I can snoop in under his radar with my teleportation and cloak technology. I already know his altar inside out, so we walk through hidden doors he himself made but would never expect to be used. The issue WAS going to be how not to get insta-killed, but you happened to have planted a bomb on him. So instead the minute he goes to shoot you... just blow him up. There's just one last wrinkle. He's still incredibly tough even without it. I plan on sending my entire Goa'uld army at him but that itself may not be enough..."
Garrick Fy`aar: "I might be able to stand against him for a few minutes... I have a hunch about his fighting style... If I guessed right, then I can probably hold him off for a bit."
Sloan: "If you say so. I can warp you out if it gets too hot. Don't want to get you killed. But you should be able to last a bit, yeah."
Garrick Fy`aar: "I don't have the supplies to come up with anything else, for now... I did have a plan that involved him getting thrown into the sun... but that was before all my clones were killed. ...just how powerful IS Jack, anyway? Do you have a rough estimation?"
Sloan: "Here you go." *He plays a hologram which shows him taking on all the Alsa Questers and only just barely being defeated. Think 5-6 Questers.*
Garrick Fy`aar: "...how long ago was this?"
Sloan: "He is, without his staff, less powerful offensively, but it still takes too much damage to physically kill him. This was... about 7 years ago. Keep in mind that on some aspects he became a bit lazier. And others he may have become deadlier. He hasn't had a real fight in years, but he spends all his time studying sorcery."
Garrick Fy`aar: "Well, I don't have enough knowledge in magic alone to know what to do..."
Metal Man (GM): Yeah. You see him firing huge bolts of lightning. And his deathray. And throwing people around with Kinesis. Naturally it doesn't convert 100% to D&D but basically it's a totally whack sorceror hurling death.
Garrick Fy`aar studies him closely as he casts these spells... maybe he can find some kind of tell. Something he does that represents him 'casting' the spell.
Metal Man (GM): Ah. Easy enough. He basically screams out the names of all the spells. Then points at them violently. Sometimes he does so more subtly. Other times he does it in a "F@#$ YOU" manner.
Garrick Fy`aar: "...he seems to focus entirely on power... there's no real guile to him..."
Metal Man (GM): It's unsure whether he HAS to do that, but this is Jack--he doesn't probably bother to cast in any other way than "DIEEEE"
Sloan: "Yeah. To be honest, the only reason he keep surviving is nobody broke his staff and killed him at the same time. The Questers never bothered to research him at all."
Garrick Fy`aar: "Does he mainly use these lightning and deathray spells?"
Sloan: "Yes, occasionally he throws people around with his mind too. ...And try to stab people with his staff, though if you cripple it he can't. He... can probably punch but I doubt he's good at it."
Garrick Fy`aar: "Anything else?"
Sloan: "He is quite secure on his superiority. If you try talking you can probably get him to ramble endlessly."
Garrick Fy`aar: "Just how long do you need for this 'mother of all backstabs'?"
Sloan: "Mostly I need him to be stunned for 30 seconds. Then I go and try to destroy him using one of these." *He takes out a strange looking artifact.* "It turns him into a giant bomb. His power can all explode, no time consuming battle needed."
Garrick Fy`aar: "Alright... I'm going to try to wear him down for a few minutes. After that, I'll wait until that staff of his is in a prime position before setting it off. Then you do your thing. After that... well, it might be best if we can warp him into space or something. I wouldn't much care for him being near me or anything on Alsa. ...hell, warp him right next to Borne."
Sloan: "We'll see what we can do. Mostly, he has a strong will so trying to warp him is a right b#$ch. Seen him directly oppose and destroy tractor beams with his mind alone. Though if he is already exploding he won't have much of a will left, now will he?"
Garrick Fy`aar: "Sounds about right... alright, how much time do you need to prepare?"
Sloan: "Well, I'm ready now. I was going to do it now. You just sort of fell into my lap when I needed a little help. Funny how that happens."
Garrick Fy`aar: "Heh... and so am I. Shall we?"
Sloan: "Yes." *He generates a warp for you, then walks into his own warp.*
Metal Man (GM): Both warps are hot pink with paisley stripes, red green and blue.
Garrick Fy`aar makes sure his pistol is loaded and he has his preparations on hand... then heads on inside.
Metal Man (GM): You walk in, having a sort of perfect view from a side-door which is enchanted. You see an unholy altar made of skulls. Jack isn't near you yet, so for now, you get to hear him pontificate... to his gallery of skeletons. Skeletons of all the PSO people. Skeletons of some TF2 people's former bodies... Skeletons of GUN people and Trevor's goons. It's a stadium full of them, as Jack walks around a podium with a massive statue collection behind him--all the golden statues. Those friggin' statues! The ones that revived the dead--they're here and they serve HIM now. Complete with those gems on them. He wears his normal adventuring gear, complete with pith hat and torn brownish pants and shirt, as if he were on a safari or something. Strapped to his back is the device you made eons ago. It glints sinister, having been corroded by the evil magic around it.
Jack: "Today I call you, my loyal, undead subjects, to behold the beginning of a new era. The Questers are gone. The Mad Men are in disarray. And Time Cops aren't even paying attention!"
Garrick Fy`aar posts up against a nearby wall, watching and listening to him go on and on... if his plan works, he should be able to walk through whatever he has in store for him...
Metal Man (GM): You're about 10 feet away, but he's slowly walking towards the door you're behind.
Jack: "Today I will use the ritual of these statues to reclaim the world. Though I had to use immense amounts of wealth to recreate the statues after they were melted, I was successfully able to reconfigure the statues to raise an army. You, of course! The Questers never suspected me. They paid me all their vast golden coins, then Borne chased them away. This means... I am unstoppable. So you, skeletons, shall inherit the entire planet. Kill all the living beings! Only then can I study their ruins to discover how they once lived."
Garrick Fy`aar takes a deep breath and reaches into his pocket, pulling out an injector spray and placing it into the side of his neck, pressing the button. A small 'kssst' sound goes out, the liquid filling his veins and into his heart. There, that should do for starters...
Metal Man (GM): He starts walking towards where you are, now half-way there.
Jack: "They were all idiots, idiots! They never figured out my weakness--never figured out who I was. Marley told them everything and they still failed! My fake Jacob alias even fooled them!"
Garrick Fy`aar: "...time to be a hero." *He walks up to the door... and kicks that motherfucker in.*
Jack: "I taught them that this planet was ours, and my stupid son removed them. So, without further adieu... time to take over the woooaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Metal Man (GM): He points his flamethrower at you.
Jack: "Who told you not to be crazy, ill, and mind controlled by a braindead emperor from another dimension?"
Garrick Fy`aar: "Your mother." *He slowly walks into the room, circling around Jack. He lets his eyes dart around and take in any spots for cover and the like.*
Jack: "Oooh... ...never cared for her really." *He scratches his chin.* "Well, my mother told me to always kill my annoying protagonists dead, and I made a mistake by not listening to her the last time."
Metal Man (GM): Not much, this is a huge stage. But you can take cover behind the statues!" ...And he has a flamethrower. Man. What a genius.
Garrick Fy`aar: "Jack... you're out of your damn mind. You've been a thorn in the side of a lot of people for a long, long time now."
Jack: "I'll tell you who's out of their damn mind. Anyone who dares to fight me!"
Garrick Fy`aar: "I was a fool to help you."
Jack: "Yes you were. But I was smarter than you, see! Smarter than all of you Questers! So, c'mon, just try to kill me with your pathetic Sucker Powers! Alsan powers are the real thing, b@#$h!"
Metal Man (GM): He then goes to spray you with a cone of fire. Reflex save.
Garrick Fy`aar: "Sucker Powers? Is that really--"
Jack: "BURN TO THE GROUND! No... no! Come back here!"
Metal Man (GM): Reflex save halves, you take half of... That. You're behind a statue now. He frowns.
Jack: "Why did the statues have to be made out of gold? Dammit!"
Garrick Fy`aar immediately leaps to the side as the flames lick over him, seemingly doing not a thing to him. He posts up behind the statue and reaches into his belt and jabs another concoction into his neck. His heart starts to pump harder... much, much harder.
Jack: "All right, I'm going to kill you the old fashioned way."
Metal Man (GM): He takes off the pack and starts to rip the staff free from it.
Jack: "A little poke through your flesh ought to shut you up!"
Metal Man (GM): You can attack him if you want. Or do things. He's not very good at removing it from the machine.
Garrick Fy`aar injects himself one more time... then suddenly comes SPRINTING at blurring, Sonic like speed from behind the statue his gun barking fast.
Jack: "And you! Skeletons! Get the statues the hell out of here!"
Metal Man (GM): He will get some AC penalties for sitting in the middle of a battlefield. 2 hits. He's still pretty dang hard to hit, idly leaning left and right like some crazy crack fiend. You give him some nice holes in his metallic flesh.
Jack: "Aw man, that takes me back... back to the days when I fought some sort of REAL foes!"
Metal Man (GM): He detaches the spear and then stands to face you.
Garrick Fy`aar STILL looks like he's bluring... it's hard to follow him...
Jack: "They made this spear for stabbing. Stabbing fools who don't know what they're up against!"
Metal Man (GM): Ah. He doesn't have that much in the way of special abilities with it. So instead he has the luck of a madman? That's his turn, as he licks the blood off of it.
Jack: "You've been living unhealthily, Garrick. You blood tastes like @#$%."
Garrick Fy`aar throws himself backwards in a flying dive, his pistol sounding out as he fires another series of shots with crazy accuracy.
Metal Man (GM): He holds up his arm and it gets blasted 3 times, damaging him as normal. Ah. No, that's fine... mostly because he isn't even using any armor here :p Yes. He's really hard to touch, but then again, you're blasting huge chunks out of him.
Jack: "This doesn't make any sense. You're not this strong! And there is absolutely no Smash Jambaliyah in your system! Something is off here... and it isn't my sense of symmetry!"
Garrick Fy`aar doesn't respond. The chemical in his system would only last for a few more seconds. He had to get him into a position by then.
Metal Man (GM): He spins his staff, then heals himself, using some Inflict Wounds on himself.
Jack: "All right, no more mister funny guy. You want a death battle? It's death battle time!"
Metal Man (GM): He starts glowing as his turn ends. And... an invisible man steals his flamethrower pack off the floor.
Sloan: *Telekinesis thing>* "Change of plan. I have the device. The skeletons are moving the statues into another room. I set the device in there, you blow it up. We run away as the entire place explodes. Kill Jack in the ruins while he's weakened by that."
Metal Man (GM): Jack's not even paying attention. Whether that is intentional or a bad roll is unknown to you. No, but that actually made this more interesting. So, your turn. You ARE doing some nice damage to Jack. While Jack is unlikely to just keel over, you have him basically distracted 100%.
Garrick Fy`aar grits his teeth, giving a half nod and hoping that Sloan gives him a signal... he stands his ground and puts another grouping of shots into him.
Metal Man (GM): One shot misses, other two hit. He curses under his breath as more chunks of his metallic flesh fly off.
Garrick Fy`aar takes the time to reload.
Jack: "Now this is just getting ridiculous. I'd swear you stole some Mad Man's tools!"
Garrick Fy`aar: "C'mon, Jack! I thought you were all powerful!"
Jack: "...Wait... duhhhh... you were imprisoned by Borne! He must have given you those!"
Garrick Fy`aar: "I thought you were a MAD MAN!"
Jack: "You're clearly someone else's tool! ...Not that it matters, I'm going to kill you anyway!"
Garrick Fy`aar: "Then do it! I dare you!"
Metal Man (GM): He scowls and fumbles about, as if remembering something he hasn't used in an eternity.
Garrick Fy`aar: .oO(C'mon, Sloan...)
Metal Man (GM): Then he points at you with his middle finger.
Jack: "You asked for it! FINGER OF DEATH!"
Metal Man (GM): Fortitude save. Barely enough to save, however you still get horrifically damaged as per...
Garrick Fy`aar: "GRAHHHHHHHHH!!" *He falls to one knee, breathing heavily...*
Jack: "That's right, Garry boy! I can kill people! Imagine that! I did that one with only one hand! Now imagine if I did it again and you didn't get lucky?"
Metal Man (GM): Meanwhile, Sloan is in position as Jack is about ready to do that again.
Sloan: "He'll probably kill you to... death... so detonate the device before he gets any angrier."
Garrick Fy`aar: "...hey Jack..." *He breathes heavily while looking down, slowly raising his eyeline to his.*
Jack: "What, you want to see more fingers of my hand?"
Garrick Fy`aar: "You remember that bit you said about how you're smarter than everyone?"
Jack: "Smarter than any Quester, anyway. Don't get me started on Borne. Only reason he stays away is an entire army of undead minions from his soldiers I made."
Garrick Fy`aar reaches up with his left hand, showing off... a lovely little black cylinder with a red button on it.
Jack: "...You should meet them sometime."
Garrick Fy`aar: "...you ain't smarter than me." *He presses it.*
Jack: "They look a lot like yo--" *BOOOOM.*
Metal Man (GM): You warp out to the edge with Sloan. You see... his freakin' diamond castle... Exploding and shattering like a bad glass chandelier. A force field Sloan put up prevents you from anticlimactically dying from a face full of diamond. Whatever you exploded has also caused strange energies to burn, causing a massive greenish-turquoise fire to appear in the center of the explosion. Sloan takes notes, as if this was just another day for him.
Sloan: "Exploding a diamond castle is awesome: Check."
Garrick Fy`aar takes this time to pull another series of mixtures from his belt, pressing them into his skin.
Sloan: "Garrick with my bracer is as powerful as he was in that time he killed a God: Check. One thing worries me... though..."
Garrick Fy`aar slowly stands to his feet, only looking a bit scuffed up.
Sloan: "Those were the prophet statues he had there. That means he could have known we were coming. ...And yet not stopped us anyway? Maybe he really is an idiot."
Garrick Fy`aar: "Maybe they withheld the knowledge from him... ...or maybe he didn't care..."
Sloan: "True, true. The statues did screw with the Questers. And, with them gone, he was the next best thing. Either that, or we're going to not like what we find in that crater."
Garrick Fy`aar: "...scan the blast site."
Sloan: "Doing so." *He holds up a device to it. The device explodes in his hand.* "Energy ratings are enough to explode anything that gets too close. I think we released a ton of energy in there..."
Metal Man (GM): The ground is rumbling.
Sloan: "...And whether or not Jack is alive, it may very well kill us all if we don't get out of here."
Metal Man (GM): The ground starts fissuring.
Garrick Fy`aar: "...scan me and compare. I've got resistances set up for that sort of thing."
Metal Man (GM): He compares you. It seems to show your normal stats + your energy from the bracer. It does not explode.
Sloan: "Well, true enough, if you want to go there... I'm not going. I have to be sure I won't be killed by the... aura of chaos."
Metal Man (GM): According to his scan, yes. However the corrosive aura may cause equipment you use to explode, so caution is suggested. If it is not used, however, it does not explode. The power thing is not threatened by it though.
Garrick Fy`aar frowns for a bit, then powers off his scanner and holsters his pistol. He draws his knife. "Send me in."
Sloan: "If you wanna go there... I wish you the best of luck."
Metal Man (GM): He'd open a warp.
Garrick Fy`aar: "I'm tired of being in the dark."
Metal Man (GM): It's a sickly toxic green-turquoise mess.
Garrick Fy`aar gives Sloan a look... and a nod... then walks inside.
Metal Man (GM): You appear in a murky mess, in a crater filled with crystallized ground. Now everything is glass! Jack is laying, dazed, in a pile of debris. To the right is some... THING... or at least you don't recognize that massive glowing sphere as anything normal.
Garrick Fy`aar slowly walks up to him... he'd scan it, but he doesn't want his gear exploding on him...
Metal Man (GM): Jack is mumbling to himself.
Jack: "Cursed life... living forever... dying will free me from the cycle... dying will make me free... death... deeeee..."
Metal Man (GM): Puppet strings made of turquoise energy prop him up.
Garrick Fy`aar stares down at him... watching him... and then takes a step back as he suddenly gets up. "What..."
Metal Man (GM): His eyes turn turquoise as he stares at you and laughs with a voice not his own.
???: "Huhuhuhuh. Someone is here to cut this puppet's strings."
Garrick Fy`aar: "...what are you?"
???: "You're one of those Questers whose lives I ruined, I see. I am Alsa. The spirit behind what happened to everyone who dared destroy my order."
Alsa: "This is my puppet. He's become old and dysfunctional."
Garrick Fy`aar: "I did not destroy your order! I never intended that!"
Alsa: "You never did intend it, that is why you are not DEAD."
Garrick Fy`aar: "I was trying to save your planet... YOU... from evil forces! Forces like Jack!"
Alsa: "Unlike the other Questers who dared defile me. Jack is my puppet. Evil is my blood, half of it. You tried to drain it. But I do not care."
Garrick Fy`aar: "I cannot stand for a being like Jack to live!"
Alsa: "Tell me what you want. You want Sloan to be my new puppet?"
Garrick Fy`aar: "No!"
Alsa: "Jack is broken. He was broken over and over again."
Garrick Fy`aar: "What are your intentions?"
Alsa: "This is a joke, a cartoon character version of him after I revived him. He is our world's Quester. To continue the chaos that feeds my very being. Jack has come too close to becoming orderly. He must be killed. I must have a new puppet. It could be you. It could be Sloan... It could be those other fools on a train nearby."
Garrick Fy`aar: "...no... no, you will have no puppet..."
Alsa: "Otherwise... Jack will live as my slave forever, you may kill him now. I will remake him again."
Metal Man (GM): It throws Jack at your feet, helpless.
Alsa: "Kill him and continue my chaotic design. I will find a new puppet."
Garrick Fy`aar: "You are unnatural! Nature does not take on a state of chaos, but a state of balance. Jack was too strong, too powerful in this world!"
Alsa: "You are like those Echidna. They tried to tame me. Then I made Dyne to kill them all. Jack is the wrong tool to fight you with. He can kill you but he does not destroy your soul."
Garrick Fy`aar: "...okay, you glowing orb piece of shit. Get this through your fucking head. As long as I can still stand, and I am VERY GOOD at surviving, I will see that you are not only tamed, but you fucking bow down. I am SICK of chaos! I've dealt with chaotic things for WAY TOO FUCKING LONG."
Alsa: "Then you shall become violently ill once again."
Metal Man (GM): It begins laughing again.
Garrick Fy`aar: "My sickness was cured... I'm whole again."
Alsa: "The illness that nearly killed you was from the madness here, was it not? I shall corrode you until you kill your friends in madness. Then--"
Metal Man (GM): It cuts out suddenly as Jack throws himself to the side.
Jack: "Mother @#$%ER!" *He coughs.* "I hate when that damn thing wakes up..."
Metal Man (GM): He begins to stand up.
Garrick Fy`aar: "Jack! Explain! NOW!"
Jack: "Marley created the Mad Men by making a deal with that thing. Control moved to me when it decided Marley was a bad puppet and killed him."
Garrick Fy`aar: "...what...?"
Jack: "Our powers are from Alsa, remember. When Eggman was taking over, Marley found the cursed artifacts left over by the Echidna and summoned that thing. The problem is that I've been getting old and it continues to gain in power. The ritual was supposed to destroy it... and..." *He pulls at his tattered, metallic neckbone.* "...Make me take its place. But, okay, okay. Maybe that was too evil of me. Maybe we can make a deal. Just HURK--"
Garrick Fy`aar: "You crazy fucking son of a bi--"
Alsa: "Ignore this pawn's bleating. You are hopeless. I will let you deal with him as you see fit, but I will see to it all of you will succumb to me in one way or another."
Metal Man (GM): It vanishes and Jack vomits turquoise goo before barely standing up.
Garrick Fy`aar stares this orb down... then looks to Jack.
Jack: "..." *Sighs* "So. I won, but it was not really my win. It was the spear all this time. Spear is one hell of a drug."
Garrick Fy`aar takes two steps and backhands Jack right across the fucking face.
Metal Man (GM): He spits some non-turquoise goo this time... metallic motor fluid.
Garrick Fy`aar: "YOU FUCKING INSANE MAD MAN. You were trying to replace a fucking planet... god... thing of chaos?!"
Jack: "I still have a backup set of statues. I might try it again if I have to."
Garrick Fy`aar draws his pistol and puts it right up against Jack's head.
Jack: "It's me or that thing... ...well..." *Coughs* "I guess you don't want to be my undead lich army do you? ...That thing has real bad health insurance, you know."
Garrick Fy`aar: "You don't seem to understand. And neither did that thing."
Metal Man (GM): Perception check. You see him moving to Finger of Death you mid-explanation. Hm. You have about a few milliseconds to react. What do you do?
Garrick Fy`aar: "No--" *He reaches down with his dagger, grabbing his arm and cutting his damn hand off* "--fucking--" *He does it again with the other hand.*
Metal Man (GM): Hm. Roll the attack.
Garrick Fy`aar: "--WAY!!"
Metal Man (GM): Nope--he was only helpless when the thing had him. You distract him out of his attempt to use death finger, he backs away and glows.
Garrick Fy`aar levels his pistol at him, his dagger held in his other hand.
Metal Man (GM): He raises his fists in a clearly lame, unpracticed manner.
Garrick Fy`aar: "You seriously want to do this again? I barely broke a sweat last time and now you don't have a single stitch of magical gear on you."
Jack: "I don't know Jung Fu or whatever it is, but my fist can break concrete if I hit anything with it!"
Garrick Fy`aar: "Give it up, Jack. I fucking dropped an atom bomb on you and you still wanna go?"
Metal Man (GM): He laughs.
Jack: "The Questers did three and I still survived! What do you think you are, Three Julians?"
Metal Man (GM): And... I think I'll pause here, because A. I want to make some stats for this fight, B. I need to eat, and C. Aribar needs his part. +500 EXP to Garrick
Metal Man (GM): Ok. Last time, Demon was distracting Mewtwo of the past with some confusing stuff. Mewtwo is busy while meanwhile Ederick is in the lab to steal things. And one sec while I check the log, then we continue fully. Side note: I like how all these sessions in Confrontations are like bizarre sidequels or parodies or reverses of classic ones.
Metal Man: "Be the bad guy" "Be the side-Alsan people who mess things up" "Be the police guys."
Metal Man (GM): Super Thief Quest Demon has distracted Mewtwo. While this goes on, Xavier and Ederick are facing the side of the Stadium where the lab is.
Xavier Ridgecrest: "So... we want the Fighter Remote. How about I blow up the side with giant lasers from the Wing Fortress? I've always wanted to rob the Stadium... despite being the head of it the entire time." *Looks puzzled.*
Ederick Holmes: "Two problems with that plan. The first being that we'd destroy everything inside." *He paces about this side of the Stadium and tries to find some door or low window they could break into.*
Xavier Ridgecrest: "...You're right."
Metal Man (GM): You find a slightly high up window you could break open. It's like, 6 feet off the ground. A little small, but not impossible. Gonna probably be loud to break though.
Ederick Holmes walks under the window. "Think you could boost me up? I'll pry this open and lift yo... Er, try and find way to get you in."
Xavier Ridgecrest: "Sounds good to me!"
Metal Man (GM): He walks right over and bends a bit so you can use him like a staircase. He's pretty good at that.
Xavier Ridgecrest: "This takes me back to when I actually used subtlety to rob things. Boy, it's been decade since I last did that..."
Ederick Holmes climbs onto the metal suit and promises he'll try to make things quick. The ex-cop inspects the window to see if it could be lifted up, pried off, or otherwise removed without breaking the glass.
Metal Man (GM): You see that you could in fact carefully pry it loose. In fact some of the windows have been pried loose before. Seems thieves are frequent visitors here. Oh, they were set back, but they all seem a little loose, and this one is no exception.
Ederick Holmes lifts out one side of the window, and then the other before giving it one final tug. He'd hand it down to Metal while thinking of a way to get him inside.
Xavier Ridgecrest: "Hm. You can climb inside and... then..." *He thinks himself.* "That's right... there is a warp system in there! Calibrate it to generate a warp tile out here. That way it won't be noisy and damage time itself. Otherwise I'd have already warped right in and stolen it."
Ederick Holmes: "Another stop?" *He crawls inside the window.* "Know where I can find that at?"
Xavier Ridgecrest: "Well, there's a warp room. It's down the hall, just act... innocent. They don't pay attention in there."
Ederick Holmes: "You'll be in in a sec." *He turns around and just then realizes he didn't bother to see if anyone was in the room.*
Metal Man (GM): Wolfman is in there, idly inspecting a Transformer. He's pretty du--er missing an intelligence chip!
Wolfman: "These transformers will revolutionize our Quest. Devices to change our form and abilities, without any side effects. Bowser and Ganondorf won't know what hit them!"
Metal Man (GM): He's talking to nobody. You can sneak behind him or try to KO him by hitting him from behind with a thrown object.
Ederick Holmes makes like nobody and ceases to be in that room. Ed would make for the hallway.
Metal Man (GM): You walk by. Wolfman doesn't notice. You're in the hallway when Demon causes the alarms to go off, signs warning of spikes in the floor appear, and walls crash down to block your progress.
Wolfman: "Oh sugar! Somebody pressed the button again!"
Metal Man (GM): You only hear him muffled, through the lab. You hear someone else too. Xavier, on your dex. Back.
Ederick Holmes stands there dumbfounded for a moment. Who builds collapsible hallways with spikes? He takes out his dex. "Yo."
Xavier Ridgecrest: *Dex* "I think Demon made a mess. There's good news and bad news. Which should I say first?"
Ederick Holmes: "I always like ending on a low. Good news first."
Xavier Ridgecrest: "Nobody can hear me blow up the wall if I choose to do that. Bad news is that the Fighter Remote is probably inside a safe as long as this nonsense goes on. ...You have any better ideas, or should I blast my way in?"
Ederick Holmes: "It'll be an easy way to get inside. Watch out for spikes and stuff. Hey, instead of making a warp to you, can we warp the remote to us?"
Xavier Ridgecrest: "...You're just better and better at this all the time! Of course!"
Metal Man (GM): You hear explosions as Xavier takes out his Deathmachine and levels a wall in the lab. Wolfman says something, then you hear something weird.
Wolfman: "Wh-what are you doing Metal?"
Xavier Ridgecrest: "I'm the Leader of the Questers!"
Wolfman: "But... I'm the leader of the Questers!"
Xavier Ridgecrest: "Look at my badge and tell me that again."
Wolfman: "I gave you this badge?"
Xavier Ridgecrest: "Ahuh. And I get revenge on those idiots at the other Stadium!"
Wolfman: "WHAT?"
Xavier Ridgecrest: "Now, I have to steal the Fighter Remote to kill a clone of myself in the future!"
Wolfman passes out in shock.
Xavier Ridgecrest: "Darn. I wanted to tell him to come join me at SSS. Nevermind." *More huge explosions.*
Metal Man (GM): He joins you in the hallway, only to get a spike in his foot. He... doesn't seem to mind it.
Xavier Ridgecrest: "...My feet are made of metal and are not real, so these spikes don't actually hurt me. Ride on my back so we can get to the warp room before Demon accidentally un-helps us. I'll move, you shoot... or punch... or something... the people who get in our way."
Ederick Holmes: "Boss, there's a--I see. Uh. Got it." *He piggy-backs on Xavier's back.*
Metal Man (GM): He begins walking through the bed of spikes. Soon, the hallway has a new challenger--Mack the Repairman, who has just finished cleaning up the hallway. He has two eyes, and there are no spikes ahead. But there is Mack in the way. Mack looks much less dark than he was in most post-Wolfman era things.
Mack: "Are you some sort of doubler partners or what?"
Metal Man (GM): Xavier looks to you to either try to bluff him or attack him. Even though he probably knows much more than you, his mouth is a loose cannon. Probably just lucky Wolfman lacked the intelligence chip to handle being told the future. Mack is also armed enough to actually fight you--he has a nastly looking nail gun. Why a repairman needs a military grade automatic nailgun is beyond you. Or me.
Ederick Holmes: "Yeah! Practicing to take on Bowser and company since we couldn't go out with the others."
Mack: *Looks at you cross-eyed* "Oh reaally. So you... blew up that wall back there too?"
Xavier Ridgecrest: "It was... target practice!"
Mack: "...Hm. You're stupid enough to be a Quester, but also stupid enough to be deducted coins for that."
Xavier Ridgecrest: "Nobody takes my coins! Not even the actual people who were allowed to do that years before I became head of this place! Sic'em Ederick!"
Metal Man (GM): BATTLE --And we pause here. Because, I figure, why not do that twice this time! +300 EXP and 300 coins to Ederick
Ederick Holmes dramatically doesn't spring into action!
Metal Man (GM): Continuation Gibby and Valron were just about to reach a part of the undead horror gold-train, when they found it blocked by skeletonized Trevor's goons. Valron would receive a comms.

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