LongTech Industries - The Heat Is On Part 3 - RPLOG
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Date
27/8/477
Log
The group has been led by a hefty security-escort from LongTech industries, and they have made steady progress past the dustbowl that constitutes the Drytongue Flats. Already early on, the Tower made an appearance in the distance, and several minor battles with the local creatures were quickly passed due to the combined force of security and freeswords, though of course, the mission is only barely started.
"RIGHT. Since we are now significantly away from the city itself, I have to inform you," the leader of the security-forces rumbles, pulling out a letter with the new Longtail seal on it. "The Lady has informed me that your instructions... Are not as she said they were."
"We are to expect a trap within the tower by none other than the High Lady's family. Anyone who wants to turn back should do so NOW. For anyone else... WE will set up a camp and ensure that no-one can enter or exit the tower without being apprehended by us. YOU are expected to go inside and pacify any and all hostiles you may find. Use lethal force only when necessary, we would like to be able to interrogate them. Am I clear?" The commander bellows, gesturing at the giant tower nearby.
"Any questions regarding the mission?"
"What?" Dio questions immedietly after the briefing, two claws gently scratching his forhead in confusion. "Quite the bait 'n' switch if I ever saw it, but..." The lion slams the base of his spear firmly into the ground and grows a proud stance, shoving out his chest and tilting his chin upwards. "If it's fer the sake o' takin' out some o' those old Longtails, suppose I wouldn't mind 'elpin' out. While I was excitied fer some explorin', those Longtails that can't let go are becomin' too much o' a problem to ignore." With a metallic clank, he bolsters his large tower shield, ready for duty.
The silent nurse shark has hundreds of questions, but she lacks the ability to voice them, and instead hopes the others will ask on her behalf. She waits for the lion to stop talking, then attempts to sign <I am ready, though nervous.> She's currently only holding a well worn travel staff, but it is far more than it seems, much like its wielder.
Hearing the new orders, the towering Fern adjusts her gauntlets and hefts her shield. Having readied her preferred weapons, her hands, she eyes the entrance to the Tower cautiously. Eyeing te Lion and his shield, smiles inwardly with the knowledge that damage should be nicely spread around. Hopefully. Silent as always behind her fully masked helm, the plant woman casually moves to a position that better places her in-between the object of their attention and the rest of the group. Mentally dividing the group into smaller pseudo groups of those who will need protection and those who likely wont, she makes a plan she knows will likely be useless in about 10 minutes. Pulling the gigantic sheet of metal in front of her person, Savi readies herself for violence by slapping her thickly spiked and armored glove against the shield face, as if to test it's mettle.
Thelergramor is completely unbothered by the weather, temperature and dry heat of the flats. Even in his coat, chainmail, and equipment. Or by the change in objective. Only thing that does bother him, is being told to leave the targets alive. "I'll leave some of them breathing. Only because you asked so nicely." He stops to drink from a flask with the words 'water only' scratched onto the side, before offering it to Technetium. He picks up on Cirras sign language, and, in an attempt to inform her of his proficiency with such, he responds: "Don't be nervous." He looks to the others, scratches his neck, and pulls his plague mask over his face. The red lenses lending him a grim visage.
Mishka wanders along through the flats in company of the security team. It was a little bothersome with all the heat and her heavy armour, but the shiba bears it with determined expression. "I'm not sure if I'm keen on being misguided like that." She glances back, briefly considering returning before offering a little shrug and checking the straps of her shield. "Oh well. It is what it is, I guess. Might as well help out, hmm? I'll do what I can, certainly."
"As long as we're in the know ahead of time, this one has little worry.", says a small, accented voice from nearby. The source of the voice, a Bearded Dragon clearly from the small clan, balances a dagger in the palm of his hand as he sits cross-legged on the ground.
It was an odd call for help but despite that Sylera still answered the call. Or perhaps it was due to rumors of what happened during the last time the industries required help like this that the betta wanted to come along to help, to prevent another such happening. As a result Sylera travels with a heavy load. A bow upon a shoulder, a backpack filled to the brim with medical supplies, some leather armor, and her staff held in hand.
As news of the misdirection comes to light her face grows dark. "I hope this isn't how the Longtails typically do business... But it shall slide for the moment. I can understand trying to ensure your objective doesn't find out about the mission." The betta digs through her various pouches and such as if to ensure that everything was in order. "Still so long as LongTech pays for any injuries..." Trading her staff for the bow she looks with interest to the others that are signing. <Hopefully will be alright. Least if someone is hurt I can help.>
Mishka gets a short glances from the leader, before he shakes his head. "The Lady did not inform her closest allies until we left, and this sealed letter is the first /I/ have heard of the plans. Her family has spies everywhere, however, and I can imagine the need for secrecy," the newt notes, before gesturing at the tower.
"And I reckon she chose this one here so there wouldn't be any place for them to hide but inside."
"The reward will be all the same, one-thousand crown for each member of the team. More if the Lady seems it appropriate. And any creator implements you find are to be handed over for inspection," he notes, before gesturing his men to set up camp around the base of the tower in a wide circle.
The tower itself has a single, broad entrance, and it quickly becomes apparent that the building is completely made out of creator steel, with every corridor smooth and shiny, if covered in a layer of sand and dust from the outside... Well, nothing for it but to explore... Left or right?
Dio scratches idly at his fuzzy chin. "Ooh, so there's still some creator artifacts to be had, eh?" Interest peaked even further, the lion's tufted tail swings and brushes against the floor with hints of excitement. "I've been trainin' to become a machine priest an' all, studyin' creator tech in my spare time. Wouldn't mind takin' a look at whatever we might find. But we'll cross that bridge when we get there. Let's move quickly now," he claims as he puts a tight grip upon his armamanets and moves closer towards the tower. "We should stick to one path an' keep together. I 'ear some o' these ruins 'ave some traps in 'em and such. Maybe the left path is worth explorin' first?"
The nurse shark signs to the wolf and the Betta. <Hello. I am Cirra. I do a bit of everything. Just not well.> She takes her staff in hand, adjusting her oilskin clothes. She sizes up the tower, looking around. The turns to the Betta. <My instincts tell me to go left and follow the left wall. No chance of getting lost.>
In her whispered low voice, in fact almost a no-voice, Saviante agrees. "Always go left." she whispers from under her helm. Stepping forward without any warning, the tall plant takes a busted and damaged shield from her pack. "There is a reason I keep this." she whisper-speaks to no one in particular before moving her arm and casting the damaged buckler down the left hall in the manner of a discus, or more correctly, a flat pebble cast at the surface of a pond. "lets see if anyone is awake, shall we?"
"Hold on for a moment... Creator tech isn't getting handed over to the Longtails." Thelergramor steps up to the front, continues: "Not under Floras jursidiction. Direct any complaints to Major Sally Solacious." The wolf shows a badge with a symbol of a pyramid with an eye over it to the leader. He moves on afterward.
Walking over to Dio: "Why not? Need to go one way or the other, right?" He heads off to the left, telling the fern. "Good job. Subtlety is overrated, yeah?" Steps up to the front, drawing his swords.
Shliek frowns at the commotion everyone else is maaking and speaks up at the mention of subtlety being overrated. "Whichever path we choose, perhaps you would prefer an experienced Rogue to take point, hmmm?", the Bearded Dragon says. "Should there be any traps, my weight is less likely to set them off, and this one can disarm many. Or in the case of Ambush.. this one is less likely to be seen, yes?" He flips his dagger in the air and catches it, sheathing it with a flourish in his belt. "Unless of course someone else would like to blunder in and set everything off? This one is, after all, only making a recommendation and should someone else wish to soon have less blood in their body than current, I have no problem with this."
Mishka heaves a sigh and tugs her helmet on before stretching out. "Right. I'll let someone else take the lead. I'll cover the back," she says as she falls into line, checking over her armour and shield once more as she follows after the group.
Sylera frowns, odd that the reward should stay the same given the lies that they had been fed but then she wasn't necessarily here for that. With a shrug the betta moves into place behind the front lines, arrow notched to bow. "You mean aside from the obvious trap?" She observes, a small smile upon her face. "Still left is as good as any."
As Thel speaks Sylera smirks. "Fair point... Besides I'm not certain the rewards offered thus far outweigh the handing over of such valuable objects." She observes. <I am Sylera, healer.> Signing back to Cirra.
Technetium peers over at the majority of the group, having stayed to the sidelines and not spoken most of the whole time. She quitely makes her way more to the center to get a better view of what goes on, or, generally, to make sure nobody loses the /other/ half of their leg. *Ahem*. Not being accusatory or anything, nope!
"I have a missive from the church stating that any and all creator tech found will be inspected by the church, and that only those things safe for use will be even considered to become property of LongTech Industries," the newt notes towards Thel, before raising a brow. "This has been a coordinated effort between the Church and LongTech Industries. If you have any issues with that, I suggest you leave, right about now. In addition, these ruins have already been searched in the past. Look, the door is open. You're not going to find more than a malfunctioning scorcher or a sacred doctor or two, if you're lucky."
Meanwhile, the buckler clangs repeatedly as it hits the wall, the floor, and then the floor again, finally sliding to a halt and just gently tapping against a servitor that was busy sending sparks at the wall. It seems the coast is clear, so far, although that servitor is quick to incinerate the buckler, before getting back to its work.
Further along the curving corridor, more servitors are working along the walls, paying no heed to the party, so long as they don't stray too far from the path and don't walk in the way... If they do, well, the servitors have a habit of providing a little zap to whoever comes too close.
"That would be great," Dio replies to the possibly roguish one in question. "An' anyone else if ya think yer good at findin' some traps o' whatever. Hopefully it won't be too much o' a problem. Just keep yer eyes open now." With the buckler tossed, the lion watches the reaction of whatever's inside with extreme interest. "Oh hoh... Tough things. As expected from our Creators. Let's move forward with caution an' try not to disturb him," he claims before moving forward, shield out in a slow manner.
Cirra winces and mentally curses herself. She was hoping to at least not have the quarry be alerted to exactly where they are. She hangs towards the back, joining the healer, since she does not want to be caught with the loud oafs who are bumbling ahead. She does nod at the the rogue's suggestion, since her own knowledge of traps, while extant, is limited.
Having noted the demise of the shield, Savi also nods to the little rogue. "Just don't lose any more pieces." The fern says softly, her soft voice making the comment unclear in its intent. It might be a joke, it may not. Tower shield at the ready. Holding her place for now, Savi waits for Thel to begin moving forward before she continues on as well. Head scanning the area ahead of her, the paranoid plant can't help but expect to be ambushed at every step.
Thelergramor ignores the words of the longtech guy. Planning to take anything he finds back to Sally; she can negotiate with the longtails and church. Thel blinks at the servitor. "Yeah... Don't go near that. As for traps, I can probably handle those." He looks to the small, roguihs one. "I'm a rogue too, more or less. Can also handle dark magic, if we need to make our enemies bleed internally or attack each other." The wolf does indeed move forward. Though, now, he wishes his coat were flame retardent.
Technetium peers through the crowd yet more, trying to look at everyone there, take in what actually was happening. She does listen to the Longtech representative, but that only gives her a sneaking suspicion something deeper is going on here. She mutters to herself, "Why is longtech working with the church?" As she pushes her way to be near-er to Thel, noting that wandering into more traps is generally a bad thing. "Thel. What are you doing?"
Shliek stands up and cracks his neck and back. "This one is not likely to lose any 'pieces'.", he says somewhat derisively. He pushes past or walks under the gathered Beings and starts to carefully creep down the passage, eyes alert for danger. He makes a note to give the servitors a wide berth when possible.
Mishka remains fairly quiet for now. Finding traps wasn't really her thing, nor was solving fancy puzzle. No, she was mostly here as back-up for when things went south. And given how people were already throwing shields noisily down the hall... She figured they probably would before too long.
Sylera glances towards the front and back of the group, good both ends were covered by defenders. As the shield sails forth she briefly tightens her grip upon the bow but relaxes when no significant reaction was had. She'll move with the rest of the group, keeping an eye on the sides for any traps the others might have missed.
Indeed. It won't take long until things go south, because after only a few spirals around the building, upwards, judging by the way the tower slopes slightly, the beings find themselves within a large atrium of sorts that needs to be crossed.
A glance upwards would show that there are a lot more spiraling staircases right above them, giving a significant tactical advantage to whoever might be hiding near the top, as it does appear that they are perfectly capable if firing downwards...
Occasionally, shadows seem to move along the artificially lit walls, too large to belong to the smaller servitors, yet too small to belong to the larger, bipedal creator machines that often walk ruins such as these...
"This is troublesome," Dio whispers under his breath as he looks around the room, especially upwards. "They could 'ave a nice firin' squad waitin' fer us up there, o' maybe even worse. But, we gotta cross this somehow... Ah! We got many people 'ere with tower shields today. That's good," he claims with excitement as he looks back at the group. "'ow 'bout we make a nice shield wall an' advance forward that way while protectin' the others? Additional air magic should also 'elp considerably."
The nurse shark's staff glows with fire and a hint of sikly venom. Cirra eyes the shadows, not trusting them. She's fought things corrupted by Shadows, and she isn't the best at fighting in darkness, so the other kind of shadows bother her just as much. She brandishes her weapons and prepares her magic, getting ready to defend herself.
Nodding at the lions comments, Savi steps to the side and preps her shield. Being left handed, the plant woman carried her shield in her right hand, placing her backwards when compaired to most others. Taking this into account, she steps clearly to the right side of Dio then raises the metal wall she calls a shield. "This is where there will be traps. While we are looking up, they will take us from below." Looking toward the group, she waits for the group to assembe in some level of formation.
Thelergramor glances around the room, doesn't want to remain in the open too long. Catching sight of the shadows, and noting the size along with the fact that at least one should be taken alive, the wolf sheathes his life drinker. Into that hand he pulls a blackjack. Small club used to knock things out. And, seeing no better options, stands behind Dio. "Sure, that might work. If needed, can use my bow to fire back. So long as we don't -need- to take them alive. My arrows, well, all venomous." Keeps an eye out for traps, of course.
Technetium speaks out, softly, over to Dio. "Yes, we do seemingly have many with shields, but some guns seemingly go through those like they were sheets of paper. We need to find some form of subversion or risk being shot outright." She slides her hood over her head, covering the rather large ears and head. She glances around at the room, attempting to take in and remember as much as possible. "Did we see any other ways up?"
Shliek takes out one of his daggers and holds it back-handed in his right hand. "Ah, this one would not argue against a stalward shield behind which he might hide.", he says, pursing his lips at the exposed position. "If someone might stand in front, this one might continue to spot for traps... without significant risk of holes forming in one's body, yes?"
Mishka gives her shield a little heft and nods at Dio. "I will gladly lend myself to a shield wall if that is what we decide to do. But I am open for... Any smart decision. As long as it does not get me killed, ya." She rests her hand on the hilt of her sword and glances around the atrium, watching the skittering shadows.
Sylera stares at the problem presented before them. "Very true very true... But I might have just the thing." The betta unslings her backpack and sets it upon the ground before digging under a flap with gusto. After a moment she pulls out a bracelet, and after putting her backpack back on, slips the ornament on as well. Crooning softly the bracelet is spun in place. Round and round it goes and streamers of mist gradually begin to fill the air. "This should help." To everyone else there only seems to be a few wisps of water vapor in the air but to anyone else a dense fog has filled the air. Raising a hand the betta also tries to ready air magic to help deflect projectiles.
The shroud of mist goes up without a hitch, allowing the beings to pass the floor without much trouble, although little *plink* sounds follow them and surround them. Occasionally, one of the hits connects with a raised shield, bouncing off and rolling to the ground harmlessly.
Well, mostly harmlessly. Cirra is, unfortunately, hit in the shoulder. It doesn't look too bad, but it'll still hurt like hell for a good while, and that arm will be useless for the rest of the day, maybe the week.
Cirra is unable to cry out, and yelps. She's been hit, and needs to get help. She's not too far from the entrance, and there weren't any traps that way. She duck back towards the entrance, attempting to perform first aid on herself before tryign to leave to get better medical attention.
Dio keep his shield raised steadily, advancing forward in formation along with the other shield bearers by his side. "Gah," the lion grimmaces, realizing the injury within their team. "One got through, but it looks like the lass made it to saftey. Keep on pushin' 'til we get to the other side an' outta this firezone. Ain't too much further," he yells.
A flicker of anger flashes, unnoticed, behind her helm. One hurt already, she screams at herself, her inward monologue louder than her real voice could ever be. Picking out a flickering shadow on the closest floor to them, Savi tries to get a better view as she moves her section of the shield wall up. "If they fire again, I fire back." she says softly, letting her soft voice rebound within the armored wall. Her left hand, free and holding nothing, clenches as she strains against herself to hold the attack in check.
Thelergramor sees red, after being fired upon. Saw red before too, what with the red lenses on his mask, but that's beside the point. With a bloodthirsty roar, the wolf vaults over Dio and charges forward, quickly crossing what remains of the room and abandoning the defense of the group. Gets shot in the foot on the way. His real one. He passes the wall with something behind it, drops quickly. Hopes it's a being and not a servitor.
Technetium curses under her breath.. loudly. "Aw, Fuck, Thel!" And peeks out from behind some backs momentarily, then looks up at the mist, forming an idea that should but may not work. She takes a second, looks at where Thel is actually running, and sticks her head back under cover. She then unnescessarily peeks her head out again and makes a decently-sized ball of fairly unstable looking fire, and it goes *whiiiizzz* to the opposite side of the room, /away/ from the inane wolf. It makes a small but startling pop above the mist.
Shliek uses the moment of dual distractions to run in front of his sheild cover, hopping up the steps and gaining some distance ahead of the rest of the group. He manages to keep cover and make use of the other two more obvious targets enough to avoid any shots being fired at him.
Despite the people that have taken hits around her, Mishka remains patient and calm. She wouldn't be doing anyone any favours if she went and made a break for it, only to get hit herself. Instead, she keeps up alongside Dio, shield braced against any further shots. Slow and steady would win this race, that she was sure of.
At the thump Sylera turns, then hisses at the sight of the arrow protruding from Cirra's shoulder. Unfortunately the she isn't quick enough and the shark scurries off before the betta can tend to the wound. "Ach... I could have tended to that but such a wound would hamper our endeavors still I suppose." Still it's obvious that the betta isn't happy at all about being unable to treat the wounded but then it would be suicide mist or not to leave the shelter of the ring of shields. Then several more people break line, one of them getting hurt in the process, drawing a sigh from the woman. "Ah, no plan then?"
A yowl sounds from the being behind the wall, and the feline is soon on the ground, his musket clattering, although it does go off one more time, sending a bullet hurling towards one of the shields with another *plink* as it pierces the corner of Dio's shield, before two other bullets plink off of the thick plate of metal, whilst they make good progress through the room.
Finally, they manage to reach the other side, and can start ascending the stairs.
Of course, Shliek is already on the next level, and it seens he's finally been noticed by a feline in elegant robes, a crossbow in their hands, aimed right at him...
Shliek is momentarily starled by the sight of a crossbow pointed at him, but he quickly flicks his dagger around in his hand and flings it at the crossbowman before diving forward in a roll.. A squeak of pain from the feline as he hits her hand, her trigger hand. With a twang, the crossbow goes off, grazing the beardy's tail as he rolls. Wincing bhut not beaten, Sh'liek draws his other dagger and slashes at the feline's Achilles tendon, trying to bring theml down.
Plink! Bits of metal collide heavily into Dio's shield, but it would seem luck is on his side for the moment. Heading forth, he continues to march forward within rank until finally within the realtively saftey of the other side. "Let's hurry up now, lads," he cheers as he makes his way up the stairs to meet up with Shliek. "Stand down an' surrender, the lion yells, "Ya ain't gotta chance. Ain't any need to be throwin' yer lives away."
Savi follows Dio up the steps but says nothing. On the heel of the Lions announcement, the plant lifts her fist and sends a blast of dark, inky black, flame coursing across in the direction the last volley of rounds came from. Having decided the feline will likely survive, the plant has little qualms about the damage her attack may do. Trusting the vicious flame to underscore Dio's point. Surrender or burn.
Thelergramor groans at the bullet that tore through his foot; seems to have missed bone. Doesn't hurt too badly. He glares at the feline. "...Perfect." The wolf braces himself on his prosthetic leg, stands, drops his weapons then throws himself at the cat, hat falling off in the process. While using dark math to drain him and heal himself. Doesn't matter where he is touched, so long as physical contact is made, though his hand does go straight for the throat.
Technetium grins unnervingly, going up the stairs, reaching the top, and stands for a second to look around. She makes a wave foward motion with her left hand, and a rather unstable looking elemental takes form around a meter in front of her, glowing at various points and threatening to decompose at any moment. At quickly moves foward and begins throwing fire and gusts of air at random enemies, usually knocking down or burning anything it makes contact with. After taking out around two felines, it makes it's way back to it's creator, standing just down the hall, still smiling unnervingly, until... *boooom* the elemental explosively decays, and unfortunately for Tech, she was only about 3 meters away, and she is thrown back down the stairs, leaving the others to her misfortune.
As Mishka makes her way up the stairs, shield at the ready, she finally draws the sword from her hip, ready to strike should the need arise. "Yes, please! Just stand down and no one needs to be harmed any further. This will end very poorly for you otherwise, and we do not want that."
Finally at the stairs Sylera trains her eyes to the room at large. Wincing occationally as different magics go off, and being forced to duck under the briefly airborn Tech, she raises her bow and ready to fire when a likely target presents themself.
Two felines are still standing, and they don't look too pleased themselves, although the elemental did indeed wreak havoc on their morale. And with Dio standing there, all threatening-like, they can't help but grimmace, even though they pull out a pair of pistols each...
"Pish... The 'High Lady' sends 'er lackeys, 'ey? Then we'll send her a message," one of them growls, leveling a pistol with Dio, and one with Shliek.
The other aims towards the nearest two beings, Saviante and Mishka, and neither seems to care overly much about the bow-wielding betta just yet...
Thel's chosen feline is groaning in pain as the wolf attempts to leech his energy, before slumping lightly... Even so, it doesn't heal any wounds and only gives a moment's relief.
Dio peeks over his tower shield, ears twitching about as he listens to the opposing felines. "Ya lads and lasses were givin' fair warnin' to surrender, even after shootin' at us first. If ya ain't gonna put down yer weapons, I'm 'fraid ya 'aven't left us with any choice." His eyes flicker towards Savi for a moment, feeling that they might be on the same page. After a brief nod, he returns his attention to the targets at hand and brandishes his shield. "NOW, he yells, charging forth along with the fern, creating a large and dangerous wall of metal. Shots ping and deflect off their shields, doing little to stop their dangerous, shield bashing advance.
A yelp sounds from the duo, whom almost stumble backwards even before the shields connect. Soon enough, the two are on their backs, knocked out good and proper and ready to be tied up and searched for any weapons they might have...
And frankly, the area is a mess. There is blood on various floors, and arrows, bullets, and even the odd dagger or two litter the floor... It will take some time to clean /that/ up... But it appears the battle is won, if the incapacitated felines are anything to go by.
Looking over the wreckage of the Tower, the tall plant smiles inwardly. Deciding to leave sleeping fleines lie, Saviante begins rummaging around through the remains of the tower. She knew a group, or rather two, that would be really interested in whatever she finds.
Thelergramor doesn't loosen his grip on the felines throat. In fact, it tightens as the wolfs other hand grabs the back of the head. "...Too bad you got me and not one of the others." He monologues, fighting the urge to snap the defeated cats neck... "Look at me." Thel stares at the cat. "...Dammit." He succeeds in not killing him, knowing that Tech is around and he doesn't want her to see him this way. Pulls a fist back, then swings for the felines face. Trying to knock him out.
Shliek dived out of the way of what he thought would have been a pistol shot at him, only to find two of the shieldbearers mow through the rest of the opposition. Brushing himself off and quickly retrieving his dagger from the hand of the feline he bloodied, he starts dashing about, stealing and looting everything that he can carry that isn't nailed down.
At the perceived threat, Mishka simply brings up her shield and holds it steady in front of her body, ready to take a bullet. Though when Dio and Savi charge forward, she's thankful not to have to put it to the test, and she quickly strides forward to just... Sit on one of the felines. She figures that'll help keep them down til they get tied up properly.
Sylera isn't sure whether to be glad or disappointed as her arrow sails overhead and the two remaining felines pay her no attention. The betta eyes the surrounding walls and stairwells, taking a deep breath as she considers something but as Dio and the fern make their charge Sylera lets the breath out. "Well that's that then." She muses observing the results of the hard knocks. The betta bustles about to tend anyone who was wounded, including the felines.
Watching over the scene, Dio finally lets his tower shield rest upon the floor, allowing himself to lean upon it. "Phew... That was a mission an' a 'alf, but it went pretty all things considered. We should call the others an' get these lads locked up quick. An' there's still more o' this tower still worth searchin' perhaps."
Regardless of what the group does, when they leave the tower, security is already waiting to confiscate any creator-tools of any sorts, and it doesn't look like they'll let anyone leave without them fully emptying their pockets whatsoever.
Not many objects are there to be found, anyways, and at most, one finds a wayward chunk of steel, or indeed, a broken scorcher or sacred doctor that the church should be able to get back into shape.
Each object carefully stowed away, the group soon makes for firmament again...
