Making Money With Amar - RPLOG
Participants
Date
6/9/479
Log
It is hot and clear here at the edge of the Green Valley and the grass sways gently in the breeze. Some of it sways AGAINST the wind, but that is a risk you take out here.
Amar Widestripe, the fat, purple tiger merchant is sitting in a large carriage alongside a pair of large wagons, one of which is pulled by a large golem. He looks around like he is waiting for someone.
Shira struggles a little with the high grass, but makes good progress non the less. As she arrives at Amar's cart, she gives him a wave. "Hey there. Heard you need some golem whacking and, since you did not seem to be convinced of my skills, I figured I would come show you."
Amar looks around at the tall grass and finally looks down at Shira. "Oh," the plump feline says, trying his best not to sound disappointed, "I was expecting a bigger turnout." He seems to realize that his words may have been poorly chosen. "I mean, I thought that there would be more of you. I am not so sure that one being can handle this job alone."
Shira looks around herself and places her fists on the sides of her waist, a cheery look on her face. "Well, unless you want to help, I will have to do it on my own, by the looks of it. How hard can it be, a golem without someone to control it?"
Amar considers the little mouse and strokes his little goatee. "Suit yourself," the purple tiger says, "The reward is the same either way." He does not comment on how hard a rogue golem might be to handle. "Rumor has it that the golem you are after roams the perimeter of the valley. If the reports I have are accurate, we should be hearing it any time n-" He is interrupted by a howl like grinding metal and angry machine spirits. "Ah, that will be our friend now."
Off in the distance a huge, lumbering shape crests a low hill. It is hard to guess what the golem's original function was, now it is just a hulk. It has four legs and is the size of a house!
Shira rolls her shoulder as she inspects the golem and starts going through the math for her first attack in her head. A few moments later, a bolt of lightning strikes the golem, aimed to burn it out.
The lumbering golem raises what might be considered a head on a living creature, though this is nondescript under a layer of hanging weeds and mossy verdigris. It roars in what might be pain or rage, but its shambling progress does not slow. Nor does it seem ready to deviate from its course.
Amar strokes his goatee, then folds his fat arms before leaning back in his carriage. "Good luck," he says, "And do try not to damage the inner workings too badly."
Shira considers another blast of lightning for a moment, but decides that all that plantlife on the thing probably dampens electricity to some extend. She focuses for a moment and extends her hand, sending balls of fire from it and onto the golem, before taking another quick look around herself, trying to spot better terrain.
The golem trudges on, unheeding of the balls of flame splashing against its side. The thing does not seem to care that it is being attacked, and only carries on walking, pausing every now and then to raise its "head" and bellow out its screeching cry. Whatever this thing is and whoever built it, it was definitely built to last. Not to say that the fire is not having ANY effect. Splotches of lichen and assorted plant life that has taken up residence on the mechanical monster's sides are seared away, revealling the thing's dull metal hide.
Amar leans forward out of his carriage and frowns at Shira. "Dear girl," the fat cat says, "I would appreciate it if you would go fight that thing -away- from my wagons. I certainly don't want it stomping around over here!"
Shira rolls her eyes. "Alriiiight." The tiny mouse uses a gust of air magic to catapult herself into the skies and towards the machine. She catches herself mid air and extends this jump into flight, until she has met up with the machine, at which point she draws her dagger and lands on the construct, jabbing the weapon into a joint to have something to hold on to.
The golem shows no sign of caring about the little mouse that has latched onto its side. There is no joint for Shira's knife to find purchase, but it sinks deep into the verdant growth on the construct's surface, leaving her dangling.
Shira finds something for her other hand to hold onto and is very thankful for being small and light right now. The rodent inspects the hull of the mechanical creature for a while, before squinting at one small spot on the hull in particular, trying to conjure up immense heat in an attempt to melt through the armor.
The mouse is able to sink her claws into the mossy side of the golem and latch onto some protrusion of the metal hide, but her fire working becomes her undoing. The blast of concentrated fire magic is effective, blowing a head sized hole of molten slag into the side of the mechanical creature. Unfortunately, that same heat is conducted through the rest of the nearby surface, singing Shira's bracing hands! That, coupled with the wild, swaying motions of the golem's lumbering gait disloges the magical little mouse, sending her falling toward the ground!
Having been thrown off by the machine, the mouse has catches herself in the air once more, flying again. From here she focuses on the hole she made once more, applying more heat to it to widen it to a size that would allow her to slip into the construct.
The massive golem continues to lumber along, oblivious of Shira and the hole she is boring into its side. Molten steel drips across the opening in the thing's metal hide as Shira bobs unsteadily beside it. She might be able to squeeze through. It will be a tight fit, and the surrounding metal is still searing hot. Smoke rises from the burnt moss and lichen surrounding the area.
Shira does not dive through the hole just yet, instead she remains suspended in mid air, hovering in place, as she sends some strong winds towards the hole she made, in an attempt to rapidly cool down the metal, so she can enter there without setting her nice fur coating on fire. Waiting for this to take place, she inspects the golem a bit closer, trying to figure out its purpose.
The golem continues to stump along, unheeding of the damage dealt to it and its vegetative coating. It certainly did not pick all of that up here in the Green Valley. As far as purpose goes, it is hard to guess. It stomps along on four sturdy legs and resembles a long legged turtle. At its front it has some sort of head-like projection that sweeps back and forth while it walks, occasionally rising as it gives its periodic cry. Suspended more than ten feet above the ground is its central body, though that is so covered in refuse that its purpose seems impossible to guess. The patches that Shira has cleared with fire seem to be plain steel panels. The other side of the construct might reveal more clues.
Shira flies back over to the hole that she made, giving the edge a testing touch, withdrawing her hand instantly. After a moment of consideration, she touches it again and nods to herself. The mouses uses the magic that is keeping her suspended in air to move her to the hole and squeeze her through it, and inside the giant construct.
