Egg Snatcher - RPLOG

Participants

• Angus
• Kilsa
• Rainer
• Sally

Date

10/12/475

Log

The guards at the front are kind enough to direct the way through the castle to Mione's study, where the royally employed mouse is standing over a table, hands on it, peering at a map of Promise.

Angus walks through the doors and peers at the map from under his hood. He had heard that Mione needed a few adventures but didn't hear anything about the details of the mission. Taking a step of to the side, so that others can walk through the door and not bump into him,he clears his throat to get Mione's attention.

Kilsa smiles and looks at her shiny soulgem fitted into her necklace, "Thank you." She say as a guard politely leads her to where she need to be. "Hello. Sir Mione. Its a pleasure to see you again." She chuckles and looks at Angus.

Rainer brings up the rear, lurking behind Kilsa and Angus. He hangs just inside and to the side of the doorway after they're shown in, keeping his head bowed and turned aside.

Mione looks up from the map he was studying, "Ah, the pleasure is mine, lady Ironsoul. Good of you to join us. You are aware of the shattering, I am certain, when Raquestia was destroyed?" He asks this, looking to all three.

Kilsa nods, "Yes. Anyone worth thier salt in knowing even a little of our lands are familar with the Shattering. Though I expect your going to shed some light and illuminate us all with your knowledge." She gave the mouse a sly wink, "I know that you don't talk history without something interesting being at the end of the tale."

Rainer follows the conversation from Mione to Kilsa with his eyes, but keeps his mouth shut. He at least puts forward some effort to appear interested, straightening up his back and holding his head high, ears perked and cupped towards the group.

He nods and gestures skyward, "I was alive to see it, though much younger, of course. Many bits of the moon struck Promise, leading to an interesting few decades of turmoil. Our country was spared most of it." He circles around the table then, "But that's history, let's talk about right now. I have received word that a dense object, perhaps the largest, still intact, piece of the destruction is still waiting for someone to claim it."

Kilsa nod, "I'm sure you were just as much of the charmer as you are now." She continues to listen and smiles, "Though this is unsettling, didn't the shadows come into play shortly after the shattering?" She reaches to her side and puts her hands to rest on a small forging hammer she had on her person. "I doubt such a large piece would be without some folk noticing it."

He nods, "Much of the reason it was avoided, just in case, but as it turns, it has no shadow relevance. At least, the shadows never approached it, or came from it. It's... something else," Mione lifts his shoulders, "I wish I could say more, but that's exactly why I am sending you. Clear away the wild life around it and guard it against all comers while our crew investigates. I don't trust random mercenaries, but you have all served the country well."

Where he might have only been feining it before, Rainer's interest is definantly piqued as the conversation veers quickly away from history lesson to treasure. The comes the catch. "Your crew? You mean we aren't going to be bringing it back?"

Kilsa gives a smiles, "So some old fashioned defend and secure." A chuckle escapes her muzzle as Rainer speaks, "Mione here is pretty hands on, I would trust his hands to my own in handling anything but a smithing hammer. If we aren't suppose to bring it back then its for the best it might explode if we move it or draw the attention of something more sinister."

Mione shakes his head, "While having it here would be delightful, it is somewhat larger than a cart, and in foreign lands at that. We have secured permission to investigate, but the equipment and resources in its relocation would strain both budget and good will." A smile is offered towards Kilsa, "You speak kindly, but my talent is in research. I trust you can make this happen."

Angus finally decides to speak up. "What kind of wildlife will we be clearing?" The thought of treasure was an appealing one but he was more worried about the danger they might face considering that not only would they have to protect themselves but Mione's crew they might as well have some detailed information on any possible threats.

Kilsa chuckles, "We can make it happen, Sir Mione. My talent is in forging and aptly using weapons." She taps her forging hammer to push her point, "Though I would like to ask you, Mione, After we've secure your little bit of Raquestia.... Would you be interested in having a drink with an old badger to discuss some matters of concern." She gave him a winning smile before looking at Angus, "I am curious as to what wildlife would be a problem as well."

Rainer folds his arms over his chest and again lapses into silence, lips drawn in a thin, thoughtful line. "Mm." Once more his eyes become the only part of him in motion, travelling from individual to individual as they take their turn to speak.

"Of course, Lady Ironsoul," speaks Mione. It would be impolite to turn down a social call from a noble, after all, "I look forward to hearing of your success, and getting their notes. The landing is in Shralesta. I expect desert creatures, but I would have my eye out for more. Lunar dust has a great deal of power, as you've noticed. It could cause strange things to occur."

Angus nods and begins to tap one of his daggers. "Well then we will have to be careful now won't we." Turning to Rainer he gives him a smile. "That mean no blindly charging at the first thing you see. Ok Rainer?"

Kilsa nods, "Alright. When would you like us to ship out?" She smiles kindly at Mione, "Now don't get too excited when you get your note and forget out little date." She winked and crossed her arms, "I'm itching to see what has your attention."

Rainer puts his hands on his hips and arches his back forward, making a few of his bones pop before he settles back again. He's even wearing a faint little grin. "Sharlestra, eh?" the wolf murmurs, mostly to himself, before his eyes roll to settle on Angus, "I make no promises."

"Excellent." A ticket is offered with the Good King's seal on it, "This will get you all onto the air ship that goes there and back. The more expedient, the better, as the crew is already stationed in Shralesta, awaiting your arrival."

Angus turns to give Rainer a look. "The last time you said that I was missing patches of fur thanks to you walking into a fire trap." Turning back to Mione and Kilsa he smiles. "Well then don't want to keep them waiting."

Kilsa chuckles, "Well are we all ready to go? I know I am" She laughs and begins to move toward the door. "I'm so excited!" She chuckles.

And there are the words. Air ship. Rainer's tepid little grin breaks into full-on smile, and his cloak begins to flap as, somewhere beneath it, his tail gets a bit of a wag going. A quick tip of his head to their gracious host, and he's following Kilsa out.

And so the group is off, down to the docks, where the air ship awaits them with its gang plank down. A quick glance at the ticket is all that is required to get them up and on, and zipping off to Shralesta. A short jaunt, for those who have gone there by air before.

Angus checks some of his equipment as they wait on the Air ship. "Never been a fan of these things. Everytime I step onto one of them I swear it's going to crash."

Rainer treats the experience like an old pro, despite only having been on the round air trip to Shralesta once before. "Oh, you've ridden one of these things before...?" he sounds disappointed, but soon adds, "Well, that shouldn't surprise me."

The ship comes in for a smooth landing in the water before shuffling up into the docks at the gleaming city of Shralesta, the jewel of the desert, perched beside the sea. It is not a long walk through the crowded and hot streets to find the group of Sweetwater standard wearing souls by the east gate, waiting.

Angus nods in greating to the group before turning back to Rainer. "I spent five years in the military and don't forget I'm a noble. I have some experience with air ships I just don't really like them."

Rainer takes advantage of the desert heat to abstain from the wearing of his cloak, completely ignoring the occasional stare his hairless body garners from the locals. He plods along just behind Kilsa and Angus with his forearms resting upon the hilts of his blades, basking in the sunlight. "Well I think they're thrilling, and way better than spending a month at sea on a sailing ship."

Kilsa looks aorund, "Beautiful!" She looks about the area, "Well this is unique, I hope to come back here some days when I don't have any duties to do." She smile and looked at Rainer, "HAve you been here before?"

The group salutes, "We're glad you're here," says an avian lineaged one, a duck, female, with a clever folk seal at her belt, "We couldn't go without you. The beasts are fierce in the day, and it's no good looking in the dark."

Angus glances up at the sun before glancing at Kilsa. "It's beautiful but it is also hot." Unshouldering his musket he removes his cloak and readjust his chainmail. Turning towards the duck that spoke he nods.

"Briefly, didn't get to do much but look around." Rainer answers Kilsa, and as they roam the streets to their rendezvous with the research crew he seems to get quickly bored with the scenery. When they meet up with the research team, he settles in a few paces back and finds something else in the vicinity to hold his attention, much as he did in Mione's study.

Kilsa smiles at the Avian, "I loves seeing a beautiful creature showing that the battlefield isn't a place of us as well." She moves only a few inches from the females face, "I'm a master Blacksmith and I would gladly make your some stunning armor that would both protect you and look amazing in the face of danger." She smiled widely and gave the bird a wink.

Hands are shaken, "I don't even want to think of armor at the time, if you don't mind my saying," speaks the duck lady, "Let's be off and get this over with before the Shralesta sun melts us all," Then it's off into the desert, tromping across the dunes.

Rainer runs a hand over his head, eyes closed as he remarks, "You're a little too far from your forge for that right now, aren't you, Kilsa?" As they set out into the dunes he sashays along quite casually, continuing to bring up the rear, though they aren't long out under the blazing sun before he's panting. "Just how far do we have to go to get to this thing, anyway?"

Kilsa chuckles at Rainer as she continues to travel the desert while barely noticing the heat of her armor, "Well some of us like to market our services to keep everyone alive. I mean she has good armor but I have to wonder if she would be ok if a bone dragon decided she was tasty looking or a howling elemental decide to test what her mettle is." She begins idly listing the various ways the poor bird could be killed without good armor.

Angus follows slightly behinds Kilsa. "Any chance you could make me a sword Lady Kilsa?" Granted he was good with his musket and the few daggers he had on his person. But a sword would give him a longer reach and give him more mobility in a fight.

Rising from the sand in front of the party, two hulking figures of crumbling sandstone emerge, approaching with clear intent to crush skulls if they would only stand still long enough for it.

A spell rockets over the combatting groups as one of the scholars whips up something fancy. The golem shakes violently, sandstone falling down in pieces as the strange math disrupts its stoney form.

The battle is long and tiring, leaving everyone bloodied and sweating in the baking sun, but it is a victory in the end, with the golem toppling over into so much debris.

Rainer isn't satisfied to just see the thing sitting there in a heap of pieces, as he picks one and starts stomping on it, pushing it deeper below the sand with each blow until only one end is protruding. "And! Don't! Come! Back!" ...at which point he abruptly slumps forward, huffing and heaving. "...I miss being cold..."

Kilsa growls and looks at the rubbles, "I've never encountered such a persistance elemental. By the Creators..." She huff and wipes some blood off her muzzle, "I am not a happy Badger..." She grumbles.

Angus watches Rainer for a few seconds then resheaths his dagger. "Either way it is dead and we might want to keep moving. I don't want to be here for much longer considering there are alot of things that could of heard the fight and want to pick up the scraps." Wiping the blood out of his eyes he walks back up to the group with both of his tails twitching in aggitation.

The fight done with, the group advances into the sands, and the object comes into view, a bulge in the distance that eventually becomes an egg shaped thing, clearly forged of Creator Steel, brilliantly shiny, where it isn't covered in some strange black material. The Shralesta people must not have come this close, or they would have surely seized this Creator artifact immediately. What would put it here though?

Rainer rubs his eyes, and has a general look of uncertainty about him as he first squints at the shape emerging from the blur on the horizon, then shields his eyes with an arm to get a wider-eyed look at it, and even then seems unconvinced he isn't falling for a mirage. "Is that it?" he finally asks, looking to one of their guides and pointing at the distant object.

Kilsa whistles, "Wow. Look at the size of that thing... I swear I would've expected smaller." She chuckled,"I would would give my left eyes to be able to forge as well as the Creators." She looks almost reverently at the egg, "Doesn't it look kinda like an egg? I wonder does it hatch?" She smiled.

Angus glances at the object for a few minutes before turning back to the surroundings. "It looks intrestings but we still need to be careful...don't want to get ambushed by anymore of those Golems."

The scholars look a bit nervous as they circle around the thing, examining it, "None of us are machine priests," she admits, "We did not think it would be a Creator artifact. That changes things..."

"Hah, well it's a good thing you brought me along, then." Rainer skips his way right up the dune to the metal egg, turning to pose for the group. "You just so happen to be in the midst of the world's foremost explorer! And in my vast experience with Creator technology, I can -guarantee- you ... that if you touch it enough times, something will happen." And without leaving a pause for protest, he turns to start poking the thing. Poke poke poke. ...Poor puppy is probably going to burn his fingers if Creator Steel is as heat conductive as regular metal. But it's the only way he'll learn!

Kilsa shakes her head at the scholars, "I understand, Machine priest are few and far inbetween I've been considering training under them myself." She smiles, "Its still beautiful to look at if I do say so myself." She glares at Rainer, "Are you out of your mind?! DO you have any ideal on what that is, your could kill us all or damage the machine." She shouts angerly.