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Post by DM Nevets on Jul 1, 2014 21:52:23 GMT -5
Reece blinked at his warforged bodyguard, taken aback by the passion in the inhuman creation's mechanical voice. "You're serious?"
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Outside, Captain Rheegos laughed loudly enough for Klangwhyrr and the Govenor to hear as he too finally realized that the dragonborn had dropped down into the sea, "What the hell...? What is that crazy Drake doing now? Baham?? Can ye hear me, lad?!"
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Post by blair on Jul 2, 2014 8:28:17 GMT -5
Yes yes.......i can hear you...........never claimed to be a fisherman......(chuckling).....well enough of this...(as baham starts to pull himself back towards the ship by the rope)....its a bit cool.....but very refreshing
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Post by Klangwhyrr on Jul 2, 2014 10:07:52 GMT -5
Klangwhyrr looked out the door of the governor's quarters and onto the deck, outside. He was silent as he watched the dragon man pull himself back onto the The Impolite Fortune. After arriving at some unspoken conclusion, the automaton returned his attention to Jon Reece.
“I am always serious, governor,” Klangwhyrr said in a solemn voice that carried a subtle echoed, as if it came from across a great distance.
The automaton folded his massive arms across his broad chest of metal, stone and wood, and continued his tale. “When the dragon-kin and their minions sacked the city, a sizable contingent of my kind was charged with escorting Governor Caran Saal and his family to the docks.
“In truth, it was a nigh impossible task. Neither of the dragon-kin armies offered us any quarter. They were ruthless in blocking our passage. Battle consumed the city and raged about us. The streets ran red with blood and everything burned.
“Only a handful of the war-forged contingent survived the flight. None the less, we were successful in our appointed task. Our wards boarded a vessel, safely, and set sail for Havenstal.”
Klangwhyrr paused for a moment. His three-fingered hand reached up to tap, thoughtfully, at the alloyed plate that served as a chin. “At this point, I must admit, the exact chronology of my memories are unclear.”
“I recall that as we sailed away, the sea began to bubble and churn and the maelstrom rose up from the surface of the water. It was a malevolent thing – a hateful thing. Not only did it lash out at us, but it seemed to grant swiftness to the vessels of our adversaries.” The automaton’s eerie, glowing eyes retreated into the shadows of his helmet and he struggled to sort through his jumbled memories. “And in the foamy spray and waves of the maelstrom, I saw the face of a man. It was indistinct, but at the same time, unmistakable. The visage was wicked and full of fury.
“We were boarded, shortly thereafter, and I engaged the enemy. I protected the governor and his family, as I was sworn to do. As I fought, there was a tremendous surge of magical energies - I believe it came from the maelstrom.
"The surge was unlike anything I have ever observed. It was so great it nearly tore my consciousness from this artificial form,” he said, rapping his chest with a closed fist. The sound of metal on metal reverberated off the cramped walls of the governor’s quarters. “Without the protection of my armor, the pull of my native plane was impossibly strong. I thought my incorporeal form would be torn away and I would be lost forever.
“In those few moments where I struggled to retain my hold to this world, my enemies attacked. I was grievously damaged and rendered inoperative. From that moment, until I was restored to serve upon this mission, I have no memories. My knowledge of the past hundred years is based solely upon the research I have been allowed to conduct in recent weeks.”
"I believe these memories are important," the automaton concluded. His eerie, glowing eyes shifted in color, becoming an azure blue. "I believe they should be shared with the captain, the crew and the company of explorers that have been assembled. The fate of our mission could depend on this."
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Post by jason on Jul 2, 2014 13:21:30 GMT -5
...I was wrong.
I don't like being on the boat. I have to stay below...uh in the bottom of the boat to move boxes and crates. It's too small for me down here. I mean I like moving the stuff but I keep banging my head on....stuff. I got my own room which is kinda nice and the straw bed is softer than the old bench I slept on at the sword guys shop. So that's ok.
"Now all the other guys left and I'm down here all by myself. I heard a loud thump up above and then they all left. I guess they all get to see the thump. I want to see the thump....whatever it was. But I gotta move these crates. I wonder what's in 'em? Don't matter, really. They just need moving."
"Now there's a splash. First a thump and now a splash. I miss all the good stuff. I wanna see good stuff too. I.....could...go...look. All the other guys are looking. I'm gonna look. What would make a thump like that? And the splash. Did someone fall in to the water? I can swim. I can go get them. I can help."
Rock made his way to the staircase to see what's going on the ship deck and peers over the lip and looks around.
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Post by blair on Jul 2, 2014 16:13:14 GMT -5
As Baham starts climbing out od the sea.....those on board see 2 large clawed hands reach over the rail and as he pulls himself over they can see him with no armor and very little clothing......Muscles ripped below Blue/silver scales......looking as if walking on two legs would be as easy as all four limbs....tail swaying behind him..... Sorry my friends....no fish tonight......(chuckleing)......walking over to gather his clothes and armor........stops and sniffs the air......"I smell tea.......whom ever is brewing the tea....may I please have a cup"..................Trying to ignore the wispers of the crew he dons his clothing and armor and turns.........Again...please.....a cup of tea......who has the tea................................
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Post by jason on Jul 2, 2014 17:00:26 GMT -5
"......a lizard guy....cool."
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Post by drax40k on Jul 3, 2014 9:44:07 GMT -5
Niccolo spied that the warforged had taken audience with the Governor and saw the door to his stateroom open to the deck. He walked over just as the Governor's gaurd was finishing some conversation. The Governor's face held a curious character to it as if contemplating something the artifical man had said. Niccolo was somewhat surprised, he hadn't heard the thing say anything more than a few syllabels in length since he'd been brought into service by the Governor Reece and he wondered what message the mechanical construct had passed on. Niccolo made a note to keep a close watch on Klangwhyrr.
"Good Morning, Lord Governor, I hope I am not interrupting?" Niccolo said as he smiled and entered the stateroom.
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Post by Professor Malvo on Jul 3, 2014 11:57:40 GMT -5
"Yes,of course!" Professor Malvo says as he pardons himself from the the group " would anyone else partake?" He moves off to a unoccupied crate and reaches into his satchel pulling out a flat, circular device. Placing it on the crate, and with a few clockwork ticking, a small flame ignites from the disc. Professor Malvo places the kettle on and takes a puff of his pipe and waits for the water to boil " the tea shall be ready presently"
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Post by DM Nevets on Jul 3, 2014 15:36:52 GMT -5
"Er, yes, what?" Govenor Reece glanced up and over...and then down at Niccolo when the gnome spoke. "Oh. Master Niccolo, there you are. Good day. Klangwhyrr and I were just...talking about our trip." The administrator seems almost to shrug apologetically at the warforged, "I'll consider what you've said, sir. Perhaps you should share some of this with the Captain? Mayhaps even the Professor?"
Then to Niccolo, he adds, "If you would be so kind as to escort our metal friend here out? I have issues I must consider..."
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Post by Klangwhyrr on Jul 4, 2014 13:11:58 GMT -5
Klangwhyy inclined his head, respectfully, to Jon Reece. “As you wish, governor.”
Turning with an awkward, mechanical gait, Klangwhyrr faced Niccolo with quiet dispassion. The automaton’s eerie, but ever-watchful eyes studied the young man, carefully cataloging every detail and storing it for future use. “If you would,” he said to Niccolo, gesturing to the deck, beyond the governor’s quarters with his massive arms of magical metals, wood, stone and leather.
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OOC: drax40k – I’m assuming Niccolo will follow Klangwhyrr. If you chose not to, I will edit my post to reflect that. I don’t want to post anything on your behalf that you would find objectionable.
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Following Niccolo, Klangwhyrr exited the Governor’s quarters. The pounding of his heavy footfalls upon the deck carried over the sound of waves splashing against the hull and the persistent cawing of gulls circling overhead. Man and machine strode from the shadows of the cargo deck’s awning and passed the masts and riggings. Klangwhyrr stopped and his helmeted head turned slowly toward where Malvo and Banwyck were seated.
“Professor,” the automaton intoned, his glowing eyes flicking, studiously, from the professor to Banwyck. He was silent for a moment as he made his emotionless observation of the two. “I have information regarding the final days of the Diaeyaean colonies. Governor Jon Reece believed that this may be of interest to you and to Captain Thal Rheegos. I am on my way to speak with him. Would you care to join us?”
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OOC: Professor Malvo – I’m also assuming Malvo will follow Klangwhyrr. If you chose not to, I will edit my post to reflect that.
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Klangwhyrr and Niccolo allowed a moment for Malvo to attend to the materials of his tea break before proceeding. The three crossed the deck and climbed the stairs to the pilothouse, where Captain Thal Rheegos was attending the wheel.
Standing tall and straight, the massive automaton addressed Thal Rheegos. The light of the early morning sun played upon the rows of magical metal plates and cold, grey stone from which the automaton was constructed. “Captain,” Klangwhyrr said. “As you know, I have little or no recollection of my time in the service of Governor Caran Saal and the Diaeyaean colonies. However, the appearance of the dragon-kin, Baham, has brought forth several memories – memories of the fall of Grymport and Barakoth some hundred years ago.”
And with that, Klangwhyrr delivered a dispassionate account of the two dragon-kin armies. He told those who had gathered about of their brutal war and how it destroyed the strongholds and cities of those civilizations caught in the crossfire. He told them of the final battle at Grymport and how Governor Caran Saal attempted to flee in order to warn the governor of Havenstal and the agents of the emperor. And, finally, he told of the strange face in the waters, the maelstrom and the powerful magic surge it created.
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Post by jason on Jul 5, 2014 16:42:23 GMT -5
"...a big...metal...stone...guy....cool."
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Post by drax40k on Jul 7, 2014 16:20:41 GMT -5
OOC: Not a Gnome
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Post by Banwyck on Jul 9, 2014 13:19:33 GMT -5
Although he very much wanted to try the tea that The Professor was magically brewing, Ban didn't complain as the wizard packed up in order to follow the animated man-shaped thing. In fact, Ban carefully watched The Professor do so. Just as he watched the set up. Items that use magic fascinated Ban to no end. Truth be told, magic fascinated Ban greatly - though not to no end. He couldn't see himself with his nose in books for almost his whole life. It just wasn't him. But someone very important to Ban told him years ago that just because you didn't make it, doesn't mean you can't use it. He wasn't talking about magic. He was talking about a pie on a window sill across an alley. And he was talking about practically everything. Though not expressly invited, Ban didn't feel the opposite in what the moving mouthpiece said. So he followed - in the back and unobtrusively. Yes, he wanted to know about this information, but even more he wanted to study the thing in motion and in voice. Was someone else on the ship controlling it? Speaking through it? Or was there a gnome inside a full suit of armor more complicated and magical than he'd ever seen? Either way, Ban's mouth was just about watering at the idea of understanding how it worked... and how to work it.
It was shocking to Ban that someone didn't notice and close his gaping jaw for him after the speech was finished. The revelation towards the end that the automaton was not just a device, but a being with a name was both disappointing and amazing. But those feelings were muted by what came before. What are we sailing into? He glanced to find where Baham stood and sized him up more seriously. And what in Hells are we sailing into if we make land?
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Post by Professor Malvo on Jul 10, 2014 16:13:21 GMT -5
After listening to Klangwrrlz speech the Professor took a long draw of his pipe, taking in what was said. " Fasinating" he took a few more short puffs " The evince in which this discourse has been given bestows a certain amount a dread in which we are not prepared.This old world, as it were, may, in fact, be ruled by either one or two factions of Dragon armies that, according to our artefact friend, annihilated the populous of the city we are delivering a Govenor to! I'm curious how the potentate of the city shall take to that? " With a pause in his speech he continues " We must ready for what is to come"
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Post by Klangwhyrr on Jul 11, 2014 9:53:25 GMT -5
Klangwhyrr’s head turned with a faint succession of metallic clicks and the creak of old, worn leather. The eerie points of light that glowed in the shadowy depths of the automaton’s helmet studied on Malvo – precisely noting his stance, the movement of his eyes, his attire and his accoutrements. “My memories are still imprecise, professor. Therefore, I would not assume that either of the dragon-kin armies desired rulership of that place that we know as the Diaeyaean colonies.”
“None the less,” the automaton intoned. “You are wise to feel dread, professor."
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