LongTech Industries - The Heat Is On Part 1 - RPLOG
Participants
Date
26/8/477
Log
It is a warm, sweltering afternoon as the party arrives to their chosen ruin without any big issues so far, and that might be a good thing, considering Flora's family. Accompanying them is an escort of LongTech Industries, much like the escorts other teams have been given, intended to secure the area.
The objective is simple. The first team that manages to procure the specific device Flora requested wins, and gets their prize.
The device itself has been described in detail, and a picture has been shown, of a sleek object made out of creator steel and coming complete with several runes on top. On the bottom, a creator-steel pin of sorts, on a flexible creator-steel cord... How curious. What could she want with this?
Of course, no sooner has the team arrived, and they already encounter a problem... The door that leads into the compound appears to be locked quite securely. And of course, it's made out of creator steel.
Kalt blinks as she comes up to a stop, the Vixen placing her hands in her pocket as she sighs and looks from the door, to the group. "Uhm... We're havin' just a lil'bit of an issue an' such... I ain't supposin any of you went an' brought somethin' to go undoin' locks an' did ya?" The Vixen looking over her shoulder to Fenris, the tiny Lyger having been given spot to rest in her backpack for the trip. "Any thoughts?"
Samira is already a little out of breath from the long walk, taking a long swig from her waterskin as she halts near the rear of the group. At least she remembered to bring practical clothes, a new pair of trousers and a shirt made of light, thin fabric along with a small bag containing food, water and the few pieces of equipment she'll need and... an abacus? That shouldn't have been left there...
Hurredly stuffing it back inside her bag she strolls up to the steel doorway and starts peering around for any mechanism to open it. "I... don't suppose they left the key under a rock or something, did they?" Curious as she is, she goes to check in case they did.
Allista grins as she saunters up towards the door, raising a Golem-Grasper clad hand to waggle her fingers at the group. "Oh, you bet. I'm good at doors!" Her guardian golem follows close by silently, and as she reaches the door the sharp-dressed Coyote balls up her fist... then leans forward, inspecting the door for a locking mechanism or control panel, carefully leaning on the door and using her hand to support her weight.
Fenris leans against Kalt's shoulders as he looks around from her open pack. "I appreciate the ride, Kalt," he says, "Quicksilver there is not quite ready for riding." He waves a hand at the prowling feline golem that follows after them. "Still too hot without the saddle installed," he says. The tiny liger frowns a bit at their route. This was not even REMOTELY the direction that Flora had said they would be traveling in! The feline rolls his violet eyes and shakes his head. She must have had a reason for the misinformation.
Spotting the impressive door ahead, his ears perk up. "If it is Creator made, I am your cat!" he nimbly hops from Kalt's pack and saunters up to the door next to Samira. It was so strange to be looking UP at all of these beings. The tiny liger examines the door for a keypad or locking mechanism common to the other Creator ruins and vehicles that he has had the opportunity to examine.
Lucasiel rattles onto the scene, axe propped up onto her shoulder. Normally, such plate would be unberable on such a warm day! Fortunately, she was cheating with a bit of ice magic to keep herself cool. "This should be an interesting day!" She calls to no one in particular, ever the jolly cat.
Vendela tilts her wide-brimmed hat down to shield her eyes from the afternoon sun. The stoat doesn't seem to show any adverse effects to wearing her corsair coat in the heat although the mud on her buckled boots recieve a small frown before she turns her attention to the large door infront of them. "Well well! Isn't this curious! The creators are always so secretive, arn't they? There has to be a way inside somehow. Perhaps a switch somewhere.." she says cheerily as she steps closer to give the structure infront of them a good look over, her bejewled hands running over the seam of the door as she joins the tiny liger by the door. Weaving in a touch of air mathemagics to perhaps get a better feel for air currents that one might be able to sense.
Rokarion follows the group. The plant being regrets wearing his cloak today with all the heat. He glances around the group noting his unknown temprorary allies, before laying sight on the large metal door in front of them. Rokarion stands there, looking at the groups progress, having nothing to add right now.
The doors are quite hermetically sealed, and there doesn't appear to be any other place into the building just yet, leaving the team stranded where they are for the time being. Well, at least things appear to be safe, so far.
The beings from LongTech Industries are setting up camp, actually making sure to fortify the area and laying out several weapons just in case the group is attacked, making sure they can do their job safely.
Vendela takes a step back from the door, pausing to take an invigorating swig of whatever swill she might have in the small hip-flask at her belt. "Well, isn't this a puzzle! I can't find a thing. Can't even detect any air flowing in our out of the door. Sealed tighter then a crab's buttocks if ye ask me. You got any better luck there, uhm.. tiger man?" she asks before suddenly snapping her fingers. "Fenris! I think someone called you that, atleast.. I'm Vendela, by the by. Maybe there's a back door?" she says. Perhaps the grog was all she needed to get her sluggish synapses flowing.
"Nice to meet you, Vendela," the tiny liger nods as he looks over the door. "Right up there," Fenris says, pointing at a set of runes embossed in the doorway. "Anybody care to help a guy out?" The runes are far out of the tiny liger's reach, though he is sure he could use them to open the door with no trouble. Stupid Sylvia and her hurt feelings! His accident with the troublesome machine spirit had not dimmed his curiosity about the Creators and their toys, however, and he was determined to learn all that he could. And this door was not about to stand in his way.
Allista taps a few times at the door as she looks for runes or hidden panels, then grins at Fenris as he points. She offers the tiny liger her gauntleted arm, if he wants to climb onto it, then rises up to her feet. "There we go. Open sesame." She glances around. "Nice to meet you folks, by the way. I'm Allista."
Kalt nods to Fenris as the vixen's tail sways gently behind her. "Right then, figurin' you lot know where to go pokin' better than I do now an' such... Been studyin' what I can, but I ain't near good 'nuff to not be causin' issues." Smiling thne to Allista. "M'names Kalt."
Samira hmmphs at the lack of success her method seems to be having, slinking back to the group of beings watching Fenris and co struggle with the door to fall onto her rump and watch. A glance left, a glance right, Samira pulls a small bag of sweet-smelling pastries from her bag and glances up at Rokarion. "Do you want one?" she churrs, holding out one of the delectable little snacks. Whether or not he takes one she eagerly wolfs her own down in no time, her gaze lingering on the doorway. Hopefully it won't take too long to open, she's already itching to start exploring the place!
