Kintobor

Zaria points her khopesh at the Calyx and confidently grins. "That one's mine. Varen, I have your covered." Zaria moves to B2 cast Warding Bond on herself.

"You don't say?" Avgustus responds, a smile forming across his face. "What a coincidence, but a happy one at that. Well, as a professor of history and armed conflict I would love to travel with you. Why don't you take a seat next to me, Bers, and we can chat along the way to Knothole?"

Zaria nods to Alexi after their thanks is given. "It's what I do. You were in danger, and I had the capacity to help." She turned to Merei, concerned. "We need to keep moving. I do not like how... cozy Doctor Greenlaw is getting with this creature. I will take the front, but lead the way, Merei."

"An adventurer with Heroica? Hmm... I cannot say I have heard of them before." Avgustus scratches his goatee as he ponders on the subject before shrugging. "Oh well." As Bers gestures to the trunk, Avgustus turns to his luggage. "Oh, that? Well, I did need something large to carry all of my research notes as well as something big enough to... oh, well, I might as well show you." Avgustus moves to the trunk and begins fidgeting with the locks. After a few moments the trunk's lid opens up to reveal an array of neatly packed items: thick, leather bound journals, holopads, tweed jackets and cashmere pyjamas, and a large, seemingly broken metal device. A large cylinder comprises of most of the device, but a lever, cracked glass piece, and cylindrical rod rest next to it. Avgustus points to the device, taking up a large amount of space in his trunk. "I heard about this Fix-It fellow in Knothole and I am hoping perhaps he can assist me with this device. You see, I heard this Mr. Fix-It can fix damn near anything, and I hope he has a gentle enough touch to help me put it back together. It is an old projector that contains a number of important schematics and diagrams. Of course, I need the device to work before I can analyze theme, so I am hoping this Fix-It chap can help me."

Jessi raises a curious eyebrow at the mention of a dragon. "Huh. Well, I've never been close to a dragon, but there's a few here on Aluriel. Pretty much all of them are given a wide berth of space, but they're not really hostile either." "They are great beasts of nature, the fury of the elements made manifest. As majestic as they are terrifying; they are to be respected." Istifer bows his head in respect before replying in his soothing baritone voice. "A shame that the creature had be burned, truly a creature as big as you suggest would have fed many for some time. Although, I do wonder what could kill such a creature: dragons are quite powerful creatures after all." After hearing Polaris' greeting, the two elves look to her with interest. "I cannot say I've heard of Ne'xo before." "Neither have I, but I have been to Knothole's festival before. It's quite the lively event. They have a Harvest Week market and a number of vendors show up to sell wares. There's a number of contest including marksmanship and log tossing. I think you'd do quite well in some of the games: they're quite the lively events." At the mention of Fix-It, both of the elves look at each other. Istifer turns back to Polaris with a look of concern. "I have not met this Fix-It character myself, but I have heard of him. They say he can fix just about anything: rifles, electric kettles, heaters, tractors, you name it, he can fix it, so to speak. I haven't heard anything about him stealing, but apparently he works damn near for free." "I've heard people from outside Knothole come into town just to have him repair broken stuff." "He's become quite the figure of interest, to say the least. To be honest I've never met the man. My daughter and I are heading to Knothole to visit my brother, Xander during Harvest Week. We debated taking our carnalizards, but I imagine the local stable is booked for the week, so the bus it is." Jessi rolls her eyes at the mention of the carnalizards. "We wouldn't be in this situation dad if you listened to me and sent a request to book room at the stable through the aethernet." Istifer scoffs at his daughter's comment. "Pfft. The aethernet. I don't understand what you talk about half the time in regards to that... device of yours, or even how you can use such an intrusive device." "That's because you're old, dad." Istifer shakes his head towards his daughter's comments. "One of these days that tongue of yours is going to get you in trouble." Jessi shrugs, cheekily grinning. "One of these days you're going to need to learn how to use the aethernet." Istifer continues to shake his head, a smile beginning to form towards his rebellious daughter.

The adamite turns his attention away from the large trunk and towards Bers, his face brightening at the sight of another of his kind. "Ah, indeed it is uncommon to see us, especially these parts! My name is Avgustus Leopold, I am a professor at the University of Ghintara. It is by no means tenure at Northern Heights, but I assure I am expert in mt field. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now then, who might you be? Clearly not someone as scholarly as myself?" He wryly chuckles to himself as he gestures to Bers' large sword and armour. Perception Check (DC: 2/4): (2,4,4) Two Successes Bers, looking over the large wooden trunk, notices the complex looking locking mechanism built into it. The locking mechanism entails two separate 5-digit combination locks and a flat dial lock, not unlike ones used on safes. "He probably has a dead body in there." The female elf muses to herself with a cheeky grin growing across her face. The older elf shakes his head. "Apologies for my daughter's morose sense of humour. My name is Istifer of Clan Dalrath, priest of Buloros. This is my daughter, Jessi." "Hey." Jessi straightens her posture in her seat as she waves to Polaris. "If it is something dangerous I am certain together we could handle it. I didn't get to my age without getting into a few scraps." Istifer grins to Polaris confidently. "So, what brings you out to these parts? You don't look local- er, no offence. We have quite the eclectic bunch aboard this bus."

Zaria grabs the tendril attaching itself to the nape of the chimeran’s neck and slices the tendril off. ”We are sending this fell beast back to the hell it spawned from! If this creature wishes to obstruct the path, so be it: let it fall to my blade, Varuth willing!” Zaria didn’t care how this tendril felt in her hands. Her disgust and revulsion wasn’t pushing her away from this creature, but closer towards it to end its existence and grip it held on the ship.

Zaria, finished with helping the man from the ceiling down, steps forward to slice the Hydra slithering across the floor. "Merei, get these two out of here. I have the Chimeran." Nothing but disgust and hatred rose in Zaria's conscious for this creature; the Hydra. Looking upon the poor suffering bastard sprawled across the wall was enough to know that this was some blight left her by demons to prey on travellers and insight panic into the hearts of mortals. It would be purged.

MM Note: I'll have a picture of the bus tomorrow. The heroes make their way outside and towards the bus. The six wheeled vehicle's green livery is a sore thumb in a sea of white snow, as it begins to fall into the city's bustling centre. A dwarven service worker steps off the busy and wipes her brow, stepping out of the way of the heroes as they board the warm bus. A robot driver takes his seat as two other groups get settled in. Two elves in clothes dyed in the colours of summer take their seats, looking somewhat out of place in their archaic looking garb. The younger woman places her walking stick down as the older man shakes his cloak down, the lines in his face denoting his age. He places his rifle next to his seat as the woman complains. "Ugh, gods, dad, I hate travelling by bus. It makes me feel claustrophobic." "Patience, sweetheart. We'll be in Knothole soon." In the other column of seats, an adamite takes off his red cloak, placing it over the back of his seat as he steps into the aisle to look over a large wooden trunk in the seats ahead of his own, the large container taking up it's own row. "Best ensure this is secured..."

"I will help you lower the person trapped to the ceiling down, Merei." Zaria eyes the person on the ceiling, wondering if her sword would reach the vines from where she stands.

I am personally going to rule that Yelana is present with the group in order to not have any issues going forward. I hope C_S's power situation is resolved in a timely manner, but until then there is more to do.

Stay safe. Hopefully your power comes back soon.

Zaria remains silent at Merei's response, but it's clear that the two ITA officers rub her the wrong way. Her mind focused on them and the reason they were aboard. How they could follow them and what they were doing here all bothered her. She follows the group to the Crew's Quarters.

MM Note: Waiting on actions. Are you guys still wanting to speak to anyone here, or catch your shuttle bus?

Zaria looked down the hall. "I have a feeling staying on this ship longer than necessary is going to be bad for our well being. We should try and find more survivors, if there are any, and see if we can get a clearer picture of what happened." As Zaria steps back into the hall she whispers under her breath to the group. "I do not trust these two ITA officers. They have been more than interested in this ship. When we were at the station, they seemed interested in knowing more about this freighter."

I'll throw up a few of my own NPC icons in a bit.

Bers Perception Check (DC: 1/3): (3,4,4) Two Successes Yelana Perception Check: (DC: 1/3): (1,3,4,5 +1 Success) Three Successes While it takes Bers a moment to spot the two groups Polaris spotted in the crowd, Yelana does and directs Bers attention to them. Yelana notes that the two figures in green cloaks are wearing worn leather armour and warm layers of clothing, including vests and boots for hiking. The rifle on the back of one of them is indicative of the bolt action laser rifles commonly used by hunters.

Zaria wiped the blood from her blade with a cloth from her pouch and raises her empty hand up to her face to provide a rite. "Varuth, Father of Wisdom, Companion in Travels, Shower of the Ways, deliver this wayward soul from this life and unto the next. Guide his spirit away from damnation and suffering, and to the place where all journey's end. Ro uk fouso. Be at peace." She sheaths her blade closes Gail's eyelids respectfully. "What if it spreads beyond a ship?" Zaria punctuates, looking to Varen. "I think this ship is beyond salvaging without putting others at risk. Spaceports are the lifeblood of cities and frequent stops for travellers. If this ship reaches Cosmopoli this Hydra could do untold amounts of harm."

The attendant taps in a few commands into the keyboard and turns to the ticket machine as it prints out two more tickets. "Thank you, and enjoy your trip! The bus is just outside through the main entrance in Bus Station Two. Next in line, please step forward!" The attendant motions for a group of dwarves to step forward as the heroes move to the side. Keva looks over the photo and scratches her chin with her leather gloved hand. "Well, magic and science can do some pretty impressive stuff, but both methods are costly. These types of situations aren't your average medical procedures, either. I've heard of some doctors turning to prosthesis to help soldiers acclimate back into civilian life after some truly grizzly injuries regarding the face, and magical glamours can disguise some injuries, but a full recovery is a fairly expensive process regarding rebuilding a nose, believe it or not." "Well, if you would like I can send a message to our central church and see if I can get someone to speak to you later if you're in a hurry. Where are you from?" The priest nods at the question being asked. "I have all the time in the world... well, no, not really, but I have enough time to answer any questions you may have. If it is regarding the faiths in the galaxy I can try my best to give you an answer, so please, ask away." Polaris Perception Check (DC: 1/3): (4,5,6) Three Successes There is a lot of activity happening in the space port, enough to make some dizzy. Looking through the crowds, Polaris can see a few notable persons of interest. Heading in the direction of Bus Station Two is a man in a dark red cloak and a stuffy look suit being followed by two figures in similar garb as the attendant selling tickets. The two spaceport workers carry with them a large wooden trunk. Behind them, far less noticeable are two figures in unassuming traveller's cloaks. One has a rifle slung around their back, the other carries a walking stick. Beneath their cloaks, the green hues of their clothes stick out like torches in the dark.

Zaria solemnly steps forward, past Kirwin, and readies her stance briefly before a swift stroke of her sword attempts to remove Gail's head from her shoulders. She hoped this would be a quick and painless end to the poor woman's suffering.

Zaria took to her breathing regimens as she tried to tune out the noise and listen. As much as she wished to find someone on this ship with more medical knowledge, she was not sure if said people were even alive still. Even then, a wound like the one Gail had was not something one recovered from. This was nothing but pain at this point, and to leave Gail like this while they searched the ship was to leave her to suffer. "I wish to save what crew we can, Merei, but I do not believe that Gail is capable of being saved. To give her a quick, painless death is the small amount of kindness we can provide her." Zaria turns from Gail quietly and makes room for Kirwin. "In my heart of hearts, either I take her head, or we burn the creature out of her. As much as it pains me, she dies either way. I merely do not wish to prolong the inevitable."

"Well... hmm..." The attendant types away on her keyboard again, looking to see what options might be available. "I am sorry, but I am not seeing anything that might be to your liking. Bus fares have already been adjusted to match holiday rates. Hmm..." The two priests of Lorgothol take note of Polaris as she speaks with the attendant. Polaris Medical Check (DC: 2): (1,3,5,6 +1 Success) Three Successes Polaris' brief medical check provides her with some grim information. The green clad priest's cough is caused by a terminal illness, one which is eating away at his body's ability to pump blood through it and stay warm. Casting Healing light on the priest has an effect on him as his breath is less wheezy and sharp, but it is obvious that this is but a mere reprieve. "Ah, bless, child. May the Kindly Plague bring you warmth and renew bonds of charity this season. I appreciate the reprieve, even if momentary. You seem to know a thing or two about medicine. Has anyone ever sat you down for a discussion about Lorgothol? I believe you might find some higher calling within our church. Tell me, are you in need of credits?" The attendant takes Bers' credits and begins typing on the computer. She turns to the machine on her left and waits as a sturdy paper ticket is printed out. She hands it to the adamite. "One bus ticket to Knothole, two way. Please do not lose this, and enjoy your trip!"

At the start of Mission 7, I thought maybe Zepher and I would have different PC dynamics, but it seems as if I better just get straight to putting on white face paint and a red-haired wig.

Zaria turns from Merei to Gail. She levels her sword in preparation to strike it through Gail's neck. "This will be as painless as I can deliver it." OoC: I'll allow people to express interest in stopping Zaria before I go through with it if there's any opposition.

No check needed. MM Note: So, almost everything you're asking for in terms of checks can be easily handed over to you without the need for one, as Ezra is more than willing to hand you over the datapad with Harrigan's picture to use as you see fit. Yelana Perception Check (DC: 1/2): (1,2,2,5 +1 Success) Two Successes Yelana can determine that the large chunk of metal sticking out of the left side of Harrigan's head is part of a metal cap covering his cranium. He isn't so much wearing a metal cap so much as one has been implanted onto the side of his head to cover a spot where his skull was damaged. The hair on his head therefore covers this cap and is thin here due to the cap covering the wound. Yelana also takes note that his left nostril has been crushed slightly, giving it a mashed in look. "Heading to the Fharwundi prefecture are we? Give me a moment." The attendant begins typing on the keyboard in front of her, looking at the clear monitor and parsing through a few options. "Well, the next shuttle bus out of Zatharal heading towards Knothole leaves in a half hour. I can book you three tickets for the shuttle and you three should arrive in Knothole within two hours. The fare for a two-way ticket is five credits." She looks to Polaris and the group expectantly. "Oh, no. It is winter time here on Aluriel so various diseases and viruses are spreading as people huddle in doors, but nothing nearly constituting a plague is spreading across the land." The robed woman replies as the pale man in the back chuckles. "Priestess Keva is quite right. We are here to collect charity and donations to give to the poor, the sick, and the needy during this Harvest Week. Not all among us have much time before their Embrace with Lorgothol, and we are here to ease their suffering and remind everyone of Lorgothol's teachings: the only certainty in life is that no one makes it out alive!" He laughs at his comment, ending in a wheezing cough, causing him to momentarily stop stirring the cauldron. "Apologies. Harvest Week and Yol'Yum are times of giving and charity, and Lorgothol reminds us that we are stronger of spirit and mind when we remember those less fortunate among us, especially during these festive times. Perhaps you have a coin to spare or an item you wish to donate?" "Well, that's one way to donate, I guess. You could've just tapped." Keva comments as the man stirring the cauldron laughs, his response in a quiet, wheezy voice. "Ah, blessed be, my child! May Lorgothol's merriment and kindness go with you this season!" A soft, green glow illuminates the old priests gnarled, bony fingers as he waves to Yelana. She feels a brief feeling of calm and the smell of dirt before Priestess Keva steps forward from her spot, setting down the collections pad and lantern next to the cauldron. "Lorgothol is the creator of pestilence and disease, not out of malice but as a reminder to be charitable and to live life to its fullest. Charity and good will to all beings is Lorgothol's main teachings, and his priests are to tend to the sick when need be, but the poor and downtrodden are also to be looked after." "Indeed. As of right now, Priestess Keva and myself are here dressed as Resti and Lorgothol himself, respectively. Resti is one of Lorgothol's two heralds and it is she who is responsible for collecting the ingredients to the research necessary for finding cures for the various diseases and maladies Lorgothol cooks up as a reminder to be kind to one another. Although, to be granted, I am not quite as able as I used to be: I had to leave the giant tome that rests on Lorgothol's back behind. The prop has gotten a bit too taxing on my back." -The Heroes- Polaris Ursaring [with M.I.L.E.S.] (samurai-turtle) -PARTY LEADER- 15 cycle old female "Chimeran" Character Points: 0 / 22 Vitality: 8 / 8 Velocity: 2 Strength: 2 Skill: 3 Smarts: 2 Spirit: 2 / 2 Proficiencies: Coding 1*, Engineering 1 (+1, tool), Medicine 1 (+1, tool), Melee Weapons 2, Nature 2, Short Range Weapons 1, Long Range Weapons 1, Spells: Healing Light, Spirit Ally, Credits: 32 Equipment: Mecha Strike (Standard, Kinetic, Melee Range Weapon), Utility Belt (tool) Grants +1 Engineering or Medicine Check Success, Inventory: Whirlwind Boomerang (Standard, Elemental, Short Range Weapon), Plasma Potion (x5), Pulse Cannon (Calibrated, Energy, Long Range Weapon), Designation: B3R5 - 3rk (Dutch Thriceman) Age: Unknown, Gender: Mechanical, Race: Adamite Character Points: 0 / 14 Vitality: 6 / 6 Velocity: 2 Strength: 3 Skill: 2 Smarts: 1 Spirit: 1 Proficiencies: Melee Weapons 2, Intimidation 2, Athletics 2 Known Spells: None Credits: 85 Equipment: Chain-Greatsword (Standard Kinetic Weapon) Mecha-Plate (Standard Kinetic Armour) Inventory: Shield Booster, Energy Cell, Nanite Elixer, 2 Plasma Potions, Sawn-Off Shotgun (Standard Short Range Kinetic Weapon) Yelana Fennix (Classic_Spaceman) Unknown age Female Human Character Points: 1/15 Vitality: 6 Velocity: 3 Strength: 2 Skill: 3 Smarts: 4 Spirit: 0 Proficiencies: Artillery Weapons 1, Perception 1, Insight 1, Stealth 1, Sleight of Hand 1 Known Spells: N/A Equipment: Modular Sniper Rifle (Calibrated Energy Artillery Weapon), Radiation Gauntlet (Standard Energy Armour), Farsight Goggles Inventory: Cloaking Generator, Hacking Chip, Translator Cube, Plasma Potion 2x Other: Minor Blessing of Lorgothol (+1 Success to the next Medicine Check made by this character. This blessing disappears after the check is made.) Credits: 70 MM Note: If you have any questions regarding the blessing, please let me know.