A ruin unlike others - RPLOG
Participants
Date
18/12/480
Log
The typical array of tents and beings in robes surround the entrance to the creator ruin described in the job posting. It is immediately clear why the ruin has only been found now, with all but the entrance seemingly under the shiftings sands of the area. Most of the robed beings are busy going over various papers and books or chatting with each other, but one is talking to the only being not dressed like a priest, a short mouse with bright red hair who is sitting on a large rock near the entrance of the ruin.
Fenris saunters up, looking around at the bustling camp, his little otter golem scampering along at his feet. "Scarlett!" he calls out, raising a hand in a lazy salute, "Nice to see you again."
The big tiger is dressed very differently than he was the other day at the inn. He has discarded his loose vest and canvas trousers for a sleek suit in the Creator style, covered with a heavy, leather duster. "What fun do we have here today?" he asks amiably.
Corin wanders up to the pair on his own, decked out in his usual mercenary gear. Despite the frigid cold of the morning desert, Corin seems entirely unfazed and smiles at the pair on arrival, adjusting his tool-and-ammo-belt for comfort, "Beautiful morning, isn't it?" the bear says, glancing around himself at all the tents and the beings, "And hello again, miss Scarlett. Lovely seeing you here."
Scarlett looks up at the two new arrivals and raises her hand in greeting. "Hello, hello. Just got done getting briefed." The priest gives a nod to the mouse, before addressing the other two. "Yes, as I told Scarlett here, we just need you to go into the ruin and make sure it is all accessible and safe, although it really should be safe from all we have seen so far." He eyes Fenris' golem for a moment, then lets his gaze wander towards Corin. "I am sure you all are aware that we will have to search you and your belonging once you are back outside to make sure nobody took something from the ruin. Protocol, I am afraid."
Fenris raises an eyebrow at the acolyte and his warning. "Do what you think you have to," he says with a shrug, then nods at the door in the sand, "Shall we?"
Corin gets a nod and the shimmering little otter golem scampers over to frolic around his feet before turning a circle back to frolic agressively at the priest.
"Never had any creator technology to begin with, don't want any. Rather not immolate myself, really." Corin says with a chuckle, "Despite my choice in daytime profession." The bear gestures vaguely to some of the burn scars on his wrists before nodding, "Either way, I'll be happy to help!"
Scarlett jumps off from the rock and dusts herself off. "We shall, yes." She flashes a smirk while retrieving a torch that had been fastened to the side of her backpack, quickly lighting it up with some flint and steel. "We will probably need to bring our own light from all I have heard and seen." The torch bearing mouse nimbly moves in front of the small group and heads into the ruin, raising her torch high to illuminate the walls.
The ruin seems to be just as dead as described. No lights, no movement. Nothing. All visible doors that lead away from the main corridor are closed tight, but the frames on the main path are empty.
Fenris follows along with his hands in his pockets. "A little light please, Kawa," he instructs his golem as it scampers along at his feet. The tiny, overlapping plates that make up the otter's shimmering hide move apart a bit, and the little golem gives off a steady, blue glow from within. Fenris, for his part, keeps his eyes open, scanning the walls for any indication of what this place might have been.
Corin doesn't have a fancy golem-light, and instead settles for a plain old lanter, lit by a pair of magic rings on one of his gloves. The bear splits off the group for a moment to investigate one of the side passages. "Huh... Interesting... I don't like it!" he says chipperly, "Maybe it's just the mercenary in me, but uh... This seems like someplace you'd be ambushed."
Noticing the other light sources the group brought, Scarlett lowers her torch, passing it to her tail, holding it to her side. "It is a bit too quiet for my taste in her, I have to admit."
As the group presses forward, the building continues to be much the same, closed doors to either side, while the main corridor remains open. A couple of minutes later, this finally changes as they reach a door that is blocking their forward progress.
"Assuming that this place has been sealed up," Fenris says, sauntering up to the door and looking it over, "The only thing we are likely to find alive are machine servitors."
Without a lock to pick, Corin lacks any of the necessary skills to even make heads or tails of this particular type of lock. The poor old bear is just completely out of his depth on this particular matter, "Can either of you make heads or tails of this? I never bothered to study how to work these creator gizmos." The bear sighs and stands, scratching the back of his head, jostling the shotgun strapped over his shoulder in the process.
Scarlett shrugs and pokes at the buttons next to the door, without getting any response from it. "Me neither. Maybe we can force it open somehow?" The mouse lets her fingers glide over the tiny gap between the two parts of the sliding door, frowning slightly. "Not sure if we can get something in there, but might be worth a try?"
Fenris does have the skills to work with this kind of lock, but if the power is dead. . . well, button pressing is not going to do much. "Let's see what I can do," the tiger offers, stepping up to the door. He presses a fist against the steel of the door, just to one side of the seam. He flexes his arm and a sharp, wide blade shoots from somewhere up his sleeve, hopefully jamming between the two doors.
With a sigh, Corin, screws up his face in concentration, quickly beginning to grow and change, his muzzle elongating, his fur running together to form scales, sharp claws jutting from the end of rapidly growing paws, now basically talons, and the already large bear pretty much doubles in bulk. Then he jams his claws into the gap Fenris has managed to widen in the door and gives a mighty lateral heave, trying his best to force the doors apart.
The door protests against the manual opening with loud, metalic creaking, but the combined strength of the two beings is too much for it, so that it is soon open enough for each member of the expedition to fit through. Scarlett slips in first when it is not even wide enough for the other two and surveys the room. It is rectangular and decently sized with glass panels and weird looking tables with buttons to the side opposing the door and weird looking, horizontally paneled metal walls to the sides. Many, but not all of the glass panels are broken and there is a thick layer of dust on everything. Most noticeable, there is a very faint light source right over a large red button with some words in creator script over it.
