Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
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Inside the Great Maker
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Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
It is a cold day inside the massive cavern in which the city of Ein hangs like a jewel caught in a metal weavers web. Layers of frost and ice coat everything that is not laced with red jade filaments to melt the ice for safe passage. Luckily, most of the hard working citizens of Kamak can stay inside out of the cold as they live and work. Those few forced to go outside in this cold are thoroughly bundled up to stay warm.
Right now, the city is excited at the pending arrival of the delegation from Estasia. There has been rising tensions between the two nations, and this is a attempt to prevent a full scale war between Kamak and Estasia. If things don't go well, war is likely.
The delegation is flying in, and is being met at the landing pad by many members of the Tripartite Assembly, not to mention several of Ein's champions as an honor guard and to provide added security. Joining you will be the Orichalcum caste Exalt Thousand Gears of Industry. The other champions of Ein are currently being called to perform their duty elsewhere.
Standing next to a pillar of red jade are Celebrant Mera, Luminor March, and Scholar Romas, all waiting for the skiff carrying the ambassadors from Estasia. A security force of twenty guards are there also, keeping the small crowd of civilians a safe distance from the landing grid.
@Random Word and @Exthalion, we are starting up now. Sorry for the delay.
Right now, the city is excited at the pending arrival of the delegation from Estasia. There has been rising tensions between the two nations, and this is a attempt to prevent a full scale war between Kamak and Estasia. If things don't go well, war is likely.
The delegation is flying in, and is being met at the landing pad by many members of the Tripartite Assembly, not to mention several of Ein's champions as an honor guard and to provide added security. Joining you will be the Orichalcum caste Exalt Thousand Gears of Industry. The other champions of Ein are currently being called to perform their duty elsewhere.
Standing next to a pillar of red jade are Celebrant Mera, Luminor March, and Scholar Romas, all waiting for the skiff carrying the ambassadors from Estasia. A security force of twenty guards are there also, keeping the small crowd of civilians a safe distance from the landing grid.
@Random Word and @Exthalion, we are starting up now. Sorry for the delay.
Heroism Advancing Algorithm
One Hour Previous
Algorithm, while permitted to take quarters quite near the Garden of Creation, resided near the headquarters of the Transcendent Scholars. The taskgroup from Surtr, intent on integrating unique technologies from that city, shared a corridor with him, and he was a frequent and welcome guest in both their adjacent workspace and their home. It was a visible sign both of his support for the city and the city's support of him.
It was not an entirely political assignment. Also nearby was the the Turing Armiger Arsenal where the artifacts and equipment of several champions, including
Algorithm's were kept. It was that identity-locked vault that he now entered. He felt more than heard the deep hymns to the Maker vibrating through the nearby starmetal infused anchor block. He said nothing, the animating intelligence asked nothing, instead he merely walked. The D.E.U.S. armor formed around him. Two Muntz-Orichalc blades attached to his thighs, plates of similar material folded together for portability before taking position behind his back, and the Mechastra Transistor floated serenely waiting for his hand. With a soundless electric pop his attunement system activated.
Those who thought him only an eccentric inventor or an politicking socialite made a grave mistake. He was a Flame of Autochthon, and fire burned the unwary.
Present
The golden champion flared with light as he brought his six arms, physical and essential, together over his head to offer threefold greeting with joined palms. He would ensure that the visitors knew Kamak was rich in courtesy as well as resources.
One Hour Previous
Algorithm, while permitted to take quarters quite near the Garden of Creation, resided near the headquarters of the Transcendent Scholars. The taskgroup from Surtr, intent on integrating unique technologies from that city, shared a corridor with him, and he was a frequent and welcome guest in both their adjacent workspace and their home. It was a visible sign both of his support for the city and the city's support of him.
It was not an entirely political assignment. Also nearby was the the Turing Armiger Arsenal where the artifacts and equipment of several champions, including
Algorithm's were kept. It was that identity-locked vault that he now entered. He felt more than heard the deep hymns to the Maker vibrating through the nearby starmetal infused anchor block. He said nothing, the animating intelligence asked nothing, instead he merely walked. The D.E.U.S. armor formed around him. Two Muntz-Orichalc blades attached to his thighs, plates of similar material folded together for portability before taking position behind his back, and the Mechastra Transistor floated serenely waiting for his hand. With a soundless electric pop his attunement system activated.
Those who thought him only an eccentric inventor or an politicking socialite made a grave mistake. He was a Flame of Autochthon, and fire burned the unwary.
Present
The golden champion flared with light as he brought his six arms, physical and essential, together over his head to offer threefold greeting with joined palms. He would ensure that the visitors knew Kamak was rich in courtesy as well as resources.
Activating Arms of Multiple Manipulation for 5 motes.
Equipped with his CBA and Grand Daiklave, a mundane tower shield and three mundane straight swords. The last four are to be used by the four essence arms from Arms.
HLS: -0, -1x2, -2x6, -4, Incx4
Exceptional Target Shield: Speed 6, Accuracy 9, Damage 4B, Defense 7, Rate 2, Tags: M, Sh1
Exceptional Straight Sword: Speed 5, Accuracy 12, Damage 7L, Defense 5, Rate 3
Grand Daiklave: Speed 5, Accuracy 10, Damage 14L/4, Defense 5, Rate 1, Tags: 2, O, R
Equipped with his CBA and Grand Daiklave, a mundane tower shield and three mundane straight swords. The last four are to be used by the four essence arms from Arms.
HLS: -0, -1x2, -2x6, -4, Incx4
Exceptional Target Shield: Speed 6, Accuracy 9, Damage 4B, Defense 7, Rate 2, Tags: M, Sh1
Exceptional Straight Sword: Speed 5, Accuracy 12, Damage 7L, Defense 5, Rate 3
Grand Daiklave: Speed 5, Accuracy 10, Damage 14L/4, Defense 5, Rate 1, Tags: 2, O, R
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Random Word
Three Thousand Club
Ideation Rectifying Nemesis
An observer could be forgiven for believing Ideation Rectifying Nemesis could hardly be further from the shining beacon of hope with whom he shared the platform if he tried. They would be incorrect, as was most assuredly already trying, and succeeding rather spectacularly if he did say so himself. He takes another long self congratulatory drag from his cigar and watches the smoke drift lazily in the frigid night air.
He wears the heavy black greatcoat, heavy insulated hat that extends to the base of the neck, and thermally regulated breathing apparatus of the Einese Regulators, the latter currently hanging around his neck. The uniform is a clear concession to the deadliest threat they regularly face: the weather. Compared to that, being stabbed by an unruly Lumpen was a trifling concern. Nemesis disregards the biting cold, felt even through the heavy insulation.
His face is the only portion of his lifelike synthetic skin exposed to the cold, features shaped into a form both sharp and cruel, pitiless piercing black eyes set in a face locked in a perpetual sadistic smirk. He radiates a sense of palpable menace, a relaxed stance that seems to at once show a cavalier disregard for danger and an almost anticipatory glee at the prospect of its unwitting approach. This is a calculated affectation, disguising complete disinterest in the tedium of the proceedings and a desire to be anywhere else. He joins Heroism Advancement Algorithm with polite applause, more concerned with ensuring the cigar doesn't slip from between his gloved fingers than suitably greeting their august guests.
"Bets on who the assassin is?" he murmurs.
An observer could be forgiven for believing Ideation Rectifying Nemesis could hardly be further from the shining beacon of hope with whom he shared the platform if he tried. They would be incorrect, as was most assuredly already trying, and succeeding rather spectacularly if he did say so himself. He takes another long self congratulatory drag from his cigar and watches the smoke drift lazily in the frigid night air.
He wears the heavy black greatcoat, heavy insulated hat that extends to the base of the neck, and thermally regulated breathing apparatus of the Einese Regulators, the latter currently hanging around his neck. The uniform is a clear concession to the deadliest threat they regularly face: the weather. Compared to that, being stabbed by an unruly Lumpen was a trifling concern. Nemesis disregards the biting cold, felt even through the heavy insulation.
His face is the only portion of his lifelike synthetic skin exposed to the cold, features shaped into a form both sharp and cruel, pitiless piercing black eyes set in a face locked in a perpetual sadistic smirk. He radiates a sense of palpable menace, a relaxed stance that seems to at once show a cavalier disregard for danger and an almost anticipatory glee at the prospect of its unwitting approach. This is a calculated affectation, disguising complete disinterest in the tedium of the proceedings and a desire to be anywhere else. He joins Heroism Advancement Algorithm with polite applause, more concerned with ensuring the cigar doesn't slip from between his gloved fingers than suitably greeting their august guests.
"Bets on who the assassin is?" he murmurs.
Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Thousand Gears of Industry shrugs, a motion mostly lost inside her great coat. "It makes no difference, since no matter who steps forward to cause trouble will be squashed underfoot like a errant child's toy. The concern is to make sure that the members of the Tripartite Assembly are not injured." She does not seem to be upset at the thought of having a fight, but is more focused on making sure that the casualties are contained to the troublemakers.
The skiff can be seen off in the distance as it decelerates towards the landing grid. It finally comes to a stop and lands on the mark, and with a hydraulic hiss the port side door lowers down. Immediately, a pair of stern-faced Exalts come out and begin to survey the crowd; one is a Jade Caste that you recognize as the warrior Hammer of the Populat, and the second is a Starmetal Caste named Ever Industrious Worker. Hammer is known to you as a soldier of some skill, and he has earned quite the reputation in the field, fighting the enemies of Estasia. Worker has fewer martial Charms currently installed, and is instead, she has focused on more social-based Charms, obviously to assist in the negotiations.
Along with the two champions are a group of ten soldiers to act as bodyguards for the ambassadors, and they come down the ramp with five members of Estasia's Tripartite Assembly. Once down, they hurry over towards the nearest jade obelisk to try and fight off the cold.
The skiff can be seen off in the distance as it decelerates towards the landing grid. It finally comes to a stop and lands on the mark, and with a hydraulic hiss the port side door lowers down. Immediately, a pair of stern-faced Exalts come out and begin to survey the crowd; one is a Jade Caste that you recognize as the warrior Hammer of the Populat, and the second is a Starmetal Caste named Ever Industrious Worker. Hammer is known to you as a soldier of some skill, and he has earned quite the reputation in the field, fighting the enemies of Estasia. Worker has fewer martial Charms currently installed, and is instead, she has focused on more social-based Charms, obviously to assist in the negotiations.
Along with the two champions are a group of ten soldiers to act as bodyguards for the ambassadors, and they come down the ramp with five members of Estasia's Tripartite Assembly. Once down, they hurry over towards the nearest jade obelisk to try and fight off the cold.
Random Word
Three Thousand Club
Ideation Rectifying Nemesis
"Then let it be so."
Peace may be all well and good, but Nemesis' suspicions are not so easily allayed by talk of parley and ceasefire. Hammer of the Populat is unlikely to be an immediate threat, though concealed augmentations of a more subtle nature can't be ruled out. Estasia would probably not be so brazen and foolish as to sacrifice two Champions and what appeared to be five Tripartite Assembly members on an assassination attempt, but nothing could be ruled out. The Assembly members could be disposable body doubles, and the Champions may have some means of difficult to interdict egress. Ever Industrious Worker, on the other hand, could do subtle but irreparable harm to morale or dogma if allowed to speak a few well chosen words in the wrong ears. She will have to be watched closely. Nemesis' makes a show of watching the crowd from beside Ein's Tripartite Assemblymembers, but keeps part of his attention fixed firmly on the foreign Champions.
"Then let it be so."
Peace may be all well and good, but Nemesis' suspicions are not so easily allayed by talk of parley and ceasefire. Hammer of the Populat is unlikely to be an immediate threat, though concealed augmentations of a more subtle nature can't be ruled out. Estasia would probably not be so brazen and foolish as to sacrifice two Champions and what appeared to be five Tripartite Assembly members on an assassination attempt, but nothing could be ruled out. The Assembly members could be disposable body doubles, and the Champions may have some means of difficult to interdict egress. Ever Industrious Worker, on the other hand, could do subtle but irreparable harm to morale or dogma if allowed to speak a few well chosen words in the wrong ears. She will have to be watched closely. Nemesis' makes a show of watching the crowd from beside Ein's Tripartite Assemblymembers, but keeps part of his attention fixed firmly on the foreign Champions.
Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
The two champions from Estasia spot the group of exalted and they walk over towards you. Hammer seems to be doing his best to hide his glare, but Worker offers up a pleasant smile. "Thank you for the welcome. I do hope that we can resolve our differences in a peaceful manner and put our post hostilities behind us."
As she is saying this, the three members of Ein's tripartite assembly head over to offer their welcome to their counterparts. In deference to the cold, there will not be any long speeches, so the politicians begin to move to the warmth of the hallway.
Perception + Awareness rolls please. Everyone gets to add two to their rolls since everyone is keeping a close watch.
As she is saying this, the three members of Ein's tripartite assembly head over to offer their welcome to their counterparts. In deference to the cold, there will not be any long speeches, so the politicians begin to move to the warmth of the hallway.
Perception + Awareness rolls please. Everyone gets to add two to their rolls since everyone is keeping a close watch.
Random Word
Three Thousand Club
Ideation Rectifying Nemesis
"We would have offered a warm welcome, but things being what they are..." Nemesis smiles with all the warmth of the weather, clearly making a play on the temperature of Kamaki-Estasian relations and their surroundings. He takes one final drag from his cigar before flicking it into a nearby reclamation receptacle, departing to perform yet another surreptitious scan of the Regulator detail and the crowds pressed up against them.
"We would have offered a warm welcome, but things being what they are..." Nemesis smiles with all the warmth of the weather, clearly making a play on the temperature of Kamaki-Estasian relations and their surroundings. He takes one final drag from his cigar before flicking it into a nearby reclamation receptacle, departing to perform yet another surreptitious scan of the Regulator detail and the crowds pressed up against them.
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Heorism Advancing Algorithm
"We have a proverb, 'false warmth is the sign the cold has won.' So long as we are all honest enough to acknowledge the coldness it means we still maintain that much respect at least, and respect is a firm enough point to stand on while building something more substantial."
He bowed as to an equal.
"The Maker in me greats and the Maker in you."
As he spoke he watch the two champions in turn, trying to gauge their reactions. Were they keeping an eye on their dignitaries? waiting for a signal? readying a retort? The negotiation table was no less a battlefield than the far Reaches and could prove far more dangerous.
"We have a proverb, 'false warmth is the sign the cold has won.' So long as we are all honest enough to acknowledge the coldness it means we still maintain that much respect at least, and respect is a firm enough point to stand on while building something more substantial."
He bowed as to an equal.
"The Maker in me greats and the Maker in you."
As he spoke he watch the two champions in turn, trying to gauge their reactions. Were they keeping an eye on their dignitaries? waiting for a signal? readying a retort? The negotiation table was no less a battlefield than the far Reaches and could prove far more dangerous.
Perception 3 + Awareness 3 + CBA 2 + Bonsu 2 = 10
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Stunt (Don't know rating)
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Stunt (Don't know rating)
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Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
As you begin to exchange pleasantries with your counterparts, both Algorithm and Nemesis notice a bit of commotion in the crowd of onlookers as a few people begin to push their way to the edge of the security barrier; very unusual behaviour from the normally polite population. Hammer also seems to sense that there is something wrong as his frown depends. He manages to take a few steps forward towards the crowd when a voice shouts out, "Die, traitors to Estasia!"
Several figures in the crowd suddenly pull something out from under their robes and throw them at the group of Tripartite Assembly members.
Since you both made your perception rolls, you have a split second to respond before whatever it is being thrown hits their targets. What do you do?
Several figures in the crowd suddenly pull something out from under their robes and throw them at the group of Tripartite Assembly members.
Since you both made your perception rolls, you have a split second to respond before whatever it is being thrown hits their targets. What do you do?
Random Word
Three Thousand Club
Ideation Rectifying Nemesis
Nemesis sprints forward to interpose himself directly, the brilliant purple extensions of his Essence Shield Projector shimmering into existence around him as he carefully manipulates the nigh impenetrable barrier of the Maker's will to shape and reflect the explosion away from the dignitaries.
Nemesis sprints forward to interpose himself directly, the brilliant purple extensions of his Essence Shield Projector shimmering into existence around him as he carefully manipulates the nigh impenetrable barrier of the Maker's will to shape and reflect the explosion away from the dignitaries.
Making no attempt to deflect the grenades, accepting as many hits as I can in the hope that 26B/21L Hardness will prevent the damage, and if not that I can absorb the damage with all my -0 HLs.
Parry DV of 3 if it matters.
Parry DV of 3 if it matters.
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Heroism Advancing Algorithm
Fire arced down Algorithm's spine, flowing down his limbs in diagrams of perfect efficiency. He closed the distance like a levinbolt crossing a spark gap, his broad blades already in motion.
For years afterword children on their off shifts would make a game of what he did next, though with far fewer limbs of course. Four great staccato cracks echoed as his arms uncrossed left to right and right to left and four grenades flew off the walkway into the open air. As he finished his swings his body was splayed wide to intercept as much of the remaining blasts as he could.
Fire arced down Algorithm's spine, flowing down his limbs in diagrams of perfect efficiency. He closed the distance like a levinbolt crossing a spark gap, his broad blades already in motion.
For years afterword children on their off shifts would make a game of what he did next, though with far fewer limbs of course. Four great staccato cracks echoed as his arms uncrossed left to right and right to left and four grenades flew off the walkway into the open air. As he finished his swings his body was splayed wide to intercept as much of the remaining blasts as he could.
Join battle: Wits 5 + Awareness 3
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Transhuman Efficiency Relay for 3 actions
1Dex excellency, 4 motes each for 3 actions
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Stunt: Going to the lowest DV
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4 defend other actions:
Shield 7+1 = 8
Shield 7+0 = 7
Shield 7
Grand Daiklave 5+2 = 7
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Transhuman Efficiency Relay for 3 actions
1Dex excellency, 4 motes each for 3 actions
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Stunt: Going to the lowest DV
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4 defend other actions:
Shield 7+1 = 8
Shield 7+0 = 7
Shield 7
Grand Daiklave 5+2 = 7
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Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Nemesis races forward towards the assembled dignitaries just as Algorithm unleashes his limbs of light. At the same time, Hammer engages his pulse jets and leaps into the air. He snatches one of the grenades out of the air as the solid light waves knock several of the explosives aside. A series of explosions rattle your teeth as the grenades start to go off, most of them exploding safety off the edge of the platform. One blast fires off in front of Nemesis, but your hard armor keeps you from getting any serious injury. The grenade that Hammer grabbed fires off and the force of the explosion blows of his arm from the elbow down! Unfortunately, one of the deadly bombs manage to go off near the crowd of Tripartite Assembly members, causing several casualties! The audience begins to scream in fear and confusion,, and they start to scatter.
Industry raises up her arm and her hand reconfigured into the lens of a Essence projector. She fires a blast at one of the grenade throwers and villain falls. The security guards respond quickly, and they leap into action with clubs and swords, surrounding the grenade throwers.
Industry raises up her arm and her hand reconfigured into the lens of a Essence projector. She fires a blast at one of the grenade throwers and villain falls. The security guards respond quickly, and they leap into action with clubs and swords, surrounding the grenade throwers.
Heroism Advancing Algorithm
Shock degrades action, Anger misallocates utility, Vengeance usurps priorities, Oh Maker give my the Clarity of Truth.
Algorithm did not attack the foes, that implied the will to destroy and he was far beyond that. As the rollers of a grinder, he came at them. He blades engaged with their bodies as teeth of one gear engaged with another.
Golden motes flowed over his body as he moved, arcing into the air as stopping as they struck invisible resistance. Each strike redirected the bolts until a glowing skeleton of columns and arches flowed down the walkway, their artful flourishes radiant in their sharp contrast to the blood and fire beneath them.
Shock degrades action, Anger misallocates utility, Vengeance usurps priorities, Oh Maker give my the Clarity of Truth.
Algorithm did not attack the foes, that implied the will to destroy and he was far beyond that. As the rollers of a grinder, he came at them. He blades engaged with their bodies as teeth of one gear engaged with another.
Golden motes flowed over his body as he moved, arcing into the air as stopping as they struck invisible resistance. Each strike redirected the bolts until a glowing skeleton of columns and arches flowed down the walkway, their artful flourishes radiant in their sharp contrast to the blood and fire beneath them.
Purchasing 3 actions for the arms and 3 for the main body for 12m. Each targeted against a different mortal. Stunt goes to the first roll.
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[dice]19026[/dice]
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Damage rolls: First 3 are for the main body, second three are for the arms. Going to assume these are elite soldiers with a DV of 4.
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Preemptive Edit: I forgot that I am flaring totemic so there is +Essence to the raw damage of each attack.
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Final damage:
9B
8B
8B
4B
4B
6B
Preemptive Edit 2: I also forgot that you have to subtract 1 attack success in order to do bashing with lethal weapons. If you take the last dice off the essence rolls all damage is the same. If you take the last dice off the base damage rolls the 1st, 2nd, and 5th attack are all one less damage.
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[dice]19025[/dice]
[dice]19026[/dice]
[dice]19027[/dice]
Damage rolls: First 3 are for the main body, second three are for the arms. Going to assume these are elite soldiers with a DV of 4.
[dice]19028[/dice]
[dice]19029[/dice]
[dice]19030[/dice]
[dice]19031[/dice]
[dice]19032[/dice]
[dice]19033[/dice]
Preemptive Edit: I forgot that I am flaring totemic so there is +Essence to the raw damage of each attack.
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[dice]19036[/dice]
[dice]19037[/dice]
[dice]19038[/dice]
[dice]19039[/dice]
Final damage:
9B
8B
8B
4B
4B
6B
Preemptive Edit 2: I also forgot that you have to subtract 1 attack success in order to do bashing with lethal weapons. If you take the last dice off the essence rolls all damage is the same. If you take the last dice off the base damage rolls the 1st, 2nd, and 5th attack are all one less damage.
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Random Word
Three Thousand Club
Ideation Rectifying Nemesis
Nemesis grits his teeth in frustration as the heat of the explosion washes over him. He withdraws to what remains of the tripartite assembly, warding them with his energy shield while scanning the crowd for follow-up attacks. Any proper assassination plan consists of multiple strikes, and his unique talents won't be called for until one of the dissidents have been captured alive.
Nemesis grits his teeth in frustration as the heat of the explosion washes over him. He withdraws to what remains of the tripartite assembly, warding them with his energy shield while scanning the crowd for follow-up attacks. Any proper assassination plan consists of multiple strikes, and his unique talents won't be called for until one of the dissidents have been captured alive.
Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Between the well-trained security guards on scene and the rapid response of the many Champions, the bomb throwing terrorists are beaten down with vigor. By this time, alarms are ringing out and even more security guards are racing out of the inner halls to make a human shield around the injured members of the Tripartite Assembly, along with other first responders struggling to treat the wounded.
With Hammer of the Populat injured, his companion Ever Industrious Worker struggles to get to the Assembly members that traveled to Ein with her. While this is going on, the young Thousand Gears of Industry pushes her way into the crowd of beaten and restrained attackers, rage burning in her eyes.
A bit of movement from the wounded shows some good news; Celebrant Mera has somehow come out of the blast with minimal harm. She stands up, looking around in shock, blood running down her face. It also appears that Luminor March has also seemed to have come through the worst of the attack, but he is badly burned and is obviously suffering. Unfortunately, Scholar Romas is one of the worst off, and his broken and burned form is being taken at a run to the infirmary. At the moment, you are uncertain at how many of the visiting dignitaries survived this attack.
With Hammer of the Populat injured, his companion Ever Industrious Worker struggles to get to the Assembly members that traveled to Ein with her. While this is going on, the young Thousand Gears of Industry pushes her way into the crowd of beaten and restrained attackers, rage burning in her eyes.
A bit of movement from the wounded shows some good news; Celebrant Mera has somehow come out of the blast with minimal harm. She stands up, looking around in shock, blood running down her face. It also appears that Luminor March has also seemed to have come through the worst of the attack, but he is badly burned and is obviously suffering. Unfortunately, Scholar Romas is one of the worst off, and his broken and burned form is being taken at a run to the infirmary. At the moment, you are uncertain at how many of the visiting dignitaries survived this attack.
Random Word
Three Thousand Club
Ideation Rectifying Nemesis
Nemesis hums cheerfully to himself as he grasps one of the terrorists subdued by Algorithm by the scruff of the neck with each hand, dragging them along the floor as the crowd scrambles to get out of his way. He heads quickly for the nearest security station and its attendant interrogation rooms. An improbably wide variety of bladed, serrated, and reciprocal implements of matte black soulsteel extend from his fingers and wrists one by one as he runs through a quick diagnostic sequence.
Having restrained both in steel chairs, he splashes them with ice water and smiles warmly, "Now, gentlemen, shall we begin from the beginning?"
Nemesis hums cheerfully to himself as he grasps one of the terrorists subdued by Algorithm by the scruff of the neck with each hand, dragging them along the floor as the crowd scrambles to get out of his way. He heads quickly for the nearest security station and its attendant interrogation rooms. An improbably wide variety of bladed, serrated, and reciprocal implements of matte black soulsteel extend from his fingers and wrists one by one as he runs through a quick diagnostic sequence.
Having restrained both in steel chairs, he splashes them with ice water and smiles warmly, "Now, gentlemen, shall we begin from the beginning?"
Vanguard of Social Progress
A beautiful female figure waited in a warm jacket so tight on her form it would seem she was sewn into it. Vanguard of Social Progress, Vanguard to those who didn't have time for the full title, and Vanna, usually, to those who only knew her by a friendly mortal guise, was staying a ways away from the welcoming ceremony. It was not that she didn't wish to see this event. But having a Champion of Claslat 'overseeing', 'permitting', or just about any other verbing, this meeting had a bit of a bad taste, politically speaking.
She was how ever informed when the meeting did not go as plan. That information was carried by the concussive sound of explosions ringing through the icy city. The sound of explosions from my core, the rush of icy slush through me, over those- Vanna snapped herself out of it and began moving. Not toward the explosions where the ship was docked, but to the Chambers of the Assembly.
This was the hearth of the city, and it was from there that the official opinion would spread and be corrupted by rumor. She would need to be there to understand what occurred, or put in a lot of work to get facts accurate and detailed from politicians about politicians later.
A beautiful female figure waited in a warm jacket so tight on her form it would seem she was sewn into it. Vanguard of Social Progress, Vanguard to those who didn't have time for the full title, and Vanna, usually, to those who only knew her by a friendly mortal guise, was staying a ways away from the welcoming ceremony. It was not that she didn't wish to see this event. But having a Champion of Claslat 'overseeing', 'permitting', or just about any other verbing, this meeting had a bit of a bad taste, politically speaking.
She was how ever informed when the meeting did not go as plan. That information was carried by the concussive sound of explosions ringing through the icy city. The sound of explosions from my core, the rush of icy slush through me, over those- Vanna snapped herself out of it and began moving. Not toward the explosions where the ship was docked, but to the Chambers of the Assembly.
This was the hearth of the city, and it was from there that the official opinion would spread and be corrupted by rumor. She would need to be there to understand what occurred, or put in a lot of work to get facts accurate and detailed from politicians about politicians later.
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Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Interrogation Room = Nemesis
The prisoners are all taken away to a secure complex deep inside the city. They are all stripped and searched to make sure that there are no hidden surprises for the guards, then they are put into utilitarian jumpsuits to keep them from sitting around naked. They are then locked up in separate rooms and told to prepare themselves for interrogation.
Guards are everywhere, and they are all on edge in the aftermath of the attack, but it is a testament to their training that has kept them from losing control of the panicked crowds of people, all wondering what in the name of the Maker is going on.
Nemesis and his fellow Champion, Gears, are there, having been cleared for access by the guards. Gears is in quite a state of anger, and she is struggling to keep from tearing prisoners apart with her bare hands. Before going into the various rooms to question the prisoners, the head of the prison block, a stern man named Mordok, has their belongings brought out for examination. He looks over their things with a frown. "Champions, I am thankful you are here. Perhaps your eyes will spot something that I miss."
Please give me a Perception + Awareness roll.
Main Counsel Chambers = Vanguard
Moving quickly through the city, it is only due to your diplomatic status that lets you access the meeting rooms set aside for the Tripartite Assembly. Surprisingly, you see that Celebrant Mera is already there, still wearing her bloody and burned robes of state. She is moving quickly to take control of the situation, and is preparing to make a public statement to reassure the populace. When she sees Vanguard come in, she motions for you to her side. "I am pleased to see that you were not injured, Champion. There has been too much pain and death today to add your name to the list of casualties. It is confirmed that Luminor March will survive his wounds, and he is expected to make a full recovery. Unfortunately, Scholar Romas has succumbed and his spirit has gone on to be one with the Great Maker. Worse still, our diplomatic party has all been wiped out except for the two Exalts that came along as escort. I fear this does not bode well for the peace process."
The prisoners are all taken away to a secure complex deep inside the city. They are all stripped and searched to make sure that there are no hidden surprises for the guards, then they are put into utilitarian jumpsuits to keep them from sitting around naked. They are then locked up in separate rooms and told to prepare themselves for interrogation.
Guards are everywhere, and they are all on edge in the aftermath of the attack, but it is a testament to their training that has kept them from losing control of the panicked crowds of people, all wondering what in the name of the Maker is going on.
Nemesis and his fellow Champion, Gears, are there, having been cleared for access by the guards. Gears is in quite a state of anger, and she is struggling to keep from tearing prisoners apart with her bare hands. Before going into the various rooms to question the prisoners, the head of the prison block, a stern man named Mordok, has their belongings brought out for examination. He looks over their things with a frown. "Champions, I am thankful you are here. Perhaps your eyes will spot something that I miss."
Please give me a Perception + Awareness roll.
Main Counsel Chambers = Vanguard
Moving quickly through the city, it is only due to your diplomatic status that lets you access the meeting rooms set aside for the Tripartite Assembly. Surprisingly, you see that Celebrant Mera is already there, still wearing her bloody and burned robes of state. She is moving quickly to take control of the situation, and is preparing to make a public statement to reassure the populace. When she sees Vanguard come in, she motions for you to her side. "I am pleased to see that you were not injured, Champion. There has been too much pain and death today to add your name to the list of casualties. It is confirmed that Luminor March will survive his wounds, and he is expected to make a full recovery. Unfortunately, Scholar Romas has succumbed and his spirit has gone on to be one with the Great Maker. Worse still, our diplomatic party has all been wiped out except for the two Exalts that came along as escort. I fear this does not bode well for the peace process."
Vanguard of Social Progress
Vanna's mouth opened, but her gasp was not audible. She approached Celebrant Mera, staying a respectful distance away, unless she signaled to come closer. While one part of her mind was assessing her wounds, attempting to see if the woman was ignoring her health to show strength to her people in a way that would get her killed, another was adjusting a mental map of the political landscape from the news she heard.
With Romas dead, Moro would be... off balance. Whether she would curl defensively or lash out Vanguard could not assess based on the limited knowledge she had. March's survival ensures some measure of stability to the city's Assembly during this period. The diplomatic party wiped out before they could even speak politically... that was a fact too crucial to ignore. Was there a force here that didn't want Estasia and Kamak to grow closer... a Void cult, an insurgency from any other nation, her own or even Estasia, or 'Loyalists' from Kamak. Or was this a sacrifice play... A group in Estasia sends forth diplomats they wish to get rid of along with champions they believe would fall in line to their method of thinking or value concerns, and then use their assassination not just as a goal, but a means by which to have the assemblies of Ein and Kamak have to negotiate with an impassioned Champion.
All those thoughts raced through her mind as a sad, apologetic frown forms on her face. "My sincerest apologies Celebrant. I was safe due to the fact I was not in the area, wishing to make sure that no one could allege that Claslat was in any way... a factor in these negotiations, save if my service as a witness or opinion as a Champion of Claslat was needed. As such, I was unable to do anything to aid in the defense of you and your colleagues." The collar of her jacket folds down and away as she looks upon the older woman, the one who was in many ways the warmth of this cold city...
Vanna's mouth opened, but her gasp was not audible. She approached Celebrant Mera, staying a respectful distance away, unless she signaled to come closer. While one part of her mind was assessing her wounds, attempting to see if the woman was ignoring her health to show strength to her people in a way that would get her killed, another was adjusting a mental map of the political landscape from the news she heard.
With Romas dead, Moro would be... off balance. Whether she would curl defensively or lash out Vanguard could not assess based on the limited knowledge she had. March's survival ensures some measure of stability to the city's Assembly during this period. The diplomatic party wiped out before they could even speak politically... that was a fact too crucial to ignore. Was there a force here that didn't want Estasia and Kamak to grow closer... a Void cult, an insurgency from any other nation, her own or even Estasia, or 'Loyalists' from Kamak. Or was this a sacrifice play... A group in Estasia sends forth diplomats they wish to get rid of along with champions they believe would fall in line to their method of thinking or value concerns, and then use their assassination not just as a goal, but a means by which to have the assemblies of Ein and Kamak have to negotiate with an impassioned Champion.
All those thoughts raced through her mind as a sad, apologetic frown forms on her face. "My sincerest apologies Celebrant. I was safe due to the fact I was not in the area, wishing to make sure that no one could allege that Claslat was in any way... a factor in these negotiations, save if my service as a witness or opinion as a Champion of Claslat was needed. As such, I was unable to do anything to aid in the defense of you and your colleagues." The collar of her jacket folds down and away as she looks upon the older woman, the one who was in many ways the warmth of this cold city...
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Three Thousand Club
Nemesis
"Return to your assigned quarters, Thousand Gears of Industry. You clearly lack the clarity demanded by the task before you," says Nemesis derisively, bladed finger extensions sifting through the assembled possessions with absent-minded speed borne of lifetimes of practice. "You will be notified when we have fully ascertained the source and extent of this threat."
"Return to your assigned quarters, Thousand Gears of Industry. You clearly lack the clarity demanded by the task before you," says Nemesis derisively, bladed finger extensions sifting through the assembled possessions with absent-minded speed borne of lifetimes of practice. "You will be notified when we have fully ascertained the source and extent of this threat."
Perception+Awareness:
[dice]19550[/dice]
Optional Stunt Dice:
[dice]19551[/dice]
[dice]19550[/dice]
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[dice]19551[/dice]
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Heroism Advancing Algorithm
The golden champion reached the great square where the members of the populace looked uncertainly at the announcement screens or huddled together in familiar groups, shocking close to each other in many cases. The event had clearly upset the balance of the people. They, like every component of the State, were in need of repairs after the damage of this violation.
Seeing him coming one of the frazzled looking theomarch gratefully bowed his way out to allow the Champion to speak. Exalted were expected to walk beyond custom, and public speaking came hard to many. As he ascended the steps the plates of his helm folded back revealing his confident face.
"How many souls dwell in this city? In this name? Within the Maker?"
He paused to let them consider.
"How many have been taken from us by these servants of the Void? The number is statistically negligible. More die every shift to industrial accidents or old age. I do not say this to dismiss the lives that have been lost but to make clear the most pertinent fact. We are stronger than they are. Were every slave of the void to spend their lives this very moment in a similar fashion we would still be here and before the news could spread from one nation to the next all the damage would have been repaired.
Just as we do more damage to ourselves from inattention and apathy than they have, so also can we multiply their sin if our response is improper. Even now, the tripartite are taking every necessary and appropriate step to increase security and ensure nothing like this never happens again. What you must do, here and now, is execute your duties with precision and faith while ceasing all activities that could lead to disruption.
To do otherwise is to let them win. We are not a nation so weak that we do the work of the Void for it. We will mock all their efforts as their chaos breaks against the bulkhead of our unity. We will clear every stumbling block they place in our path without breaking rhythm. We are the Maker's people, and we are better than anything they could ever do. Let us shame them with our productivity and turn their attempt at sabotage into a burst of industry. Let us prove for every worthless Voidbringer that there is nothing they can do that the Maker will not make into an instrument for the execution of his perfect design.
Is our Maker not Great?"
As Algorithm spoke his blazing anima expanded outward into a shimmering constellation of not only of its usual architecture, but also implements of office and overseers' garments over his audience. He had said publicly before that within every crech-kit was a supervisor's sheaf and so the symbol was clear. Each person here was responsible for seeing that this malignancy did not spread.
OOC: After this Algorithm is going to the vats for a quick essence recharge since I have 1 mote left by my calculations since I don't know stunt ratings.
The golden champion reached the great square where the members of the populace looked uncertainly at the announcement screens or huddled together in familiar groups, shocking close to each other in many cases. The event had clearly upset the balance of the people. They, like every component of the State, were in need of repairs after the damage of this violation.
Seeing him coming one of the frazzled looking theomarch gratefully bowed his way out to allow the Champion to speak. Exalted were expected to walk beyond custom, and public speaking came hard to many. As he ascended the steps the plates of his helm folded back revealing his confident face.
"How many souls dwell in this city? In this name? Within the Maker?"
He paused to let them consider.
"How many have been taken from us by these servants of the Void? The number is statistically negligible. More die every shift to industrial accidents or old age. I do not say this to dismiss the lives that have been lost but to make clear the most pertinent fact. We are stronger than they are. Were every slave of the void to spend their lives this very moment in a similar fashion we would still be here and before the news could spread from one nation to the next all the damage would have been repaired.
Just as we do more damage to ourselves from inattention and apathy than they have, so also can we multiply their sin if our response is improper. Even now, the tripartite are taking every necessary and appropriate step to increase security and ensure nothing like this never happens again. What you must do, here and now, is execute your duties with precision and faith while ceasing all activities that could lead to disruption.
To do otherwise is to let them win. We are not a nation so weak that we do the work of the Void for it. We will mock all their efforts as their chaos breaks against the bulkhead of our unity. We will clear every stumbling block they place in our path without breaking rhythm. We are the Maker's people, and we are better than anything they could ever do. Let us shame them with our productivity and turn their attempt at sabotage into a burst of industry. Let us prove for every worthless Voidbringer that there is nothing they can do that the Maker will not make into an instrument for the execution of his perfect design.
Is our Maker not Great?"
As Algorithm spoke his blazing anima expanded outward into a shimmering constellation of not only of its usual architecture, but also implements of office and overseers' garments over his audience. He had said publicly before that within every crech-kit was a supervisor's sheaf and so the symbol was clear. Each person here was responsible for seeing that this malignancy did not spread.
Charisma 5 + Performance 3 + First Charisma Excellency 5
[dice]19660[/dice]
[dice]19661[/dice]
[dice]19660[/dice]
[dice]19661[/dice]
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Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Algorithms message to the populace is well received, with Ein using her Charms to broadcast your words to the whole of the city. One by one, the import sinks in to the people and they nod in agreement. Next, Celebrant Mera addresses the people. She is quite eloquent (more than the storyteller is), and between the two of you, the panic and anger in the city is starting to fade.
Heading to the Vats, you see that Hammer of the Populat is already there, slowly being lowered into one of the repair Vats to have his arm fixed. His companion, Ever Industrious Worker, is standing there, watching as her fellow Champion is treated. She fires of a glare to Algorithm and says, "So, is this how the Champions of Ein guarantee the safety of your dignitaries? I hear that the entirety of our delegation save myself and Hammer were killed! How are we supposed to overlook this with all of the other crimes Kamak had committed against Estasia?"
In the interrogation room, Thousand Gears of Industry tries to compose herself as Nemesis berates her. With a deep sigh, she says "You are correct, of course. I would be better suited trying to find out where our security was breached and make sure that it cannot happen again. Keep me informed as to what you learn when you begin your interrogation."
When examining the items taken from the raiders, you find several items of interest. First, the raiders all were wearing mass produced clothes tailored to fit them, not a bunch of patchwork clothes that you might expect of a bunch of Lumpen. Also, the explosives used were modified Essence pulse grenades, designed to be overcharged to make them much more dangerous, both to the user and the target of the attack. Six of these grenades were recovered, and they all show signs of being worked on in the same way, making them very unstable to carry but much more lethal when they explode. Both of these tell you that this was no small effort by a handful of isolated radicals, but there is signs that this was the work of a well funded and equipped nation.
Heading to the Vats, you see that Hammer of the Populat is already there, slowly being lowered into one of the repair Vats to have his arm fixed. His companion, Ever Industrious Worker, is standing there, watching as her fellow Champion is treated. She fires of a glare to Algorithm and says, "So, is this how the Champions of Ein guarantee the safety of your dignitaries? I hear that the entirety of our delegation save myself and Hammer were killed! How are we supposed to overlook this with all of the other crimes Kamak had committed against Estasia?"
In the interrogation room, Thousand Gears of Industry tries to compose herself as Nemesis berates her. With a deep sigh, she says "You are correct, of course. I would be better suited trying to find out where our security was breached and make sure that it cannot happen again. Keep me informed as to what you learn when you begin your interrogation."
When examining the items taken from the raiders, you find several items of interest. First, the raiders all were wearing mass produced clothes tailored to fit them, not a bunch of patchwork clothes that you might expect of a bunch of Lumpen. Also, the explosives used were modified Essence pulse grenades, designed to be overcharged to make them much more dangerous, both to the user and the target of the attack. Six of these grenades were recovered, and they all show signs of being worked on in the same way, making them very unstable to carry but much more lethal when they explode. Both of these tell you that this was no small effort by a handful of isolated radicals, but there is signs that this was the work of a well funded and equipped nation.
Vanguard of Social Progress
Vanguard sticks close to Celebrant Mera, staying within twelve and a half paces of the woman for at least a shift, perhaps even longer. The medical facility holding Luminor March would be well secure, but if the attack was targeted at a given politician a second attack would likely be coming in the guise of more rebel action. So a cute young aide by the name of Vanna stayed with Celebrant Mera helping her deal with the glut of furious work for the crisis, always ready to drop everything, ready not to fail Kamak, again.
Vanguard sticks close to Celebrant Mera, staying within twelve and a half paces of the woman for at least a shift, perhaps even longer. The medical facility holding Luminor March would be well secure, but if the attack was targeted at a given politician a second attack would likely be coming in the guise of more rebel action. So a cute young aide by the name of Vanna stayed with Celebrant Mera helping her deal with the glut of furious work for the crisis, always ready to drop everything, ready not to fail Kamak, again.
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Sherwood
Luna's Concubine
Celebrant Mera is difficult to pin down. She is barely taking any time to even change out of her scorched and bloody robes. As Vanguard listens, you are able to hear the various members of the theocracy calling for the Celebrant to rally the city of Ein to strike back against Estasia, since it was obviously an attempt to remove the members of Ein's tripartite assembly. Mera continues to call for peace between the two nations despite the continues calls for retaliation.
