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[Harry Baldman]

Outside a tall ivory tower that the Artiste presumably lives in...

Mark whacks the tower once again, though he looks up this time!

There is no response. Not even a bladed, deadly response. How disappointing.

[killerhellhound]

go looking for armor preferably plate

[Harry Baldman]

Outside an ivory tower of probable doom...

Mark, realizing that his efforts are completely futile, searches for some armor instead.

[Search roll: 4]

Well, there are some loose pieces of stone and wood lying about, on account of the general destruction of the day. But no suits of plate armor or, for that matter, any other conventional suit of armor. You can't really expect a suit of armor to be lying around unattended with the state of this town, you know.

[Onyxjew944]

"Why yes I do, actually. Do you know how many mages are left around here? I've been searching, and it seems rather deserted to tell the truth. Makes one feel rather lonely, as it were."

[killerhellhound]

start making armor out of the scrap around

[Harry Baldman]

Over a pit of pure evil and darkness...

Since this is hardly the strangest thing he's seen today, Tom keeps up his friendly demeanor and questions the aberrant bear.

"Why, yes I do, actually. Do you know how many mages are left around here? I've been searching, and it seems rather deserted, to tell the truth. Makes one feel rather lonely, as it were."

The bear nods sympathetically.

"Oh, let me think... the participating mages are probably about... ten or so. The rest are enslaved or otherwise subservient to them. I am quite sure they are all in hiding or moving on their own right now, so it is hardly a surprise you can't find any. One came over to investigate this pit some hours earlier, I think."

The creature chuckles softly.

"I do believe he found what he was looking for, though he was found in turn."


In the streets of Emlocke...

Mark realizes that if life gives you stones and wood, you must utilize them for some purpose. Namely, the creation of the object of your hopes and dreams (or an acceptable substitute).

[Crafting roll: 3]

He makes a nice pile of stones and wood. Then he realizes he has nothing to reasonably bind them with. Not to mention that he's made of metal and wood anyway, so adding stone and wood on top of that is unlikely to be very helpful. Though it would look pretty cool if he could pull it off.

[Onyxjew944]

"How interesting, that might be useful later, thank you. If you don't mind my asking, what did that certain mage you mentioned find at the bottom of this pit? And, out of curiosity, what are you doing down here?"

[killerhellhound]

time to leave and find any of the last few wizards

[Harry Baldman]

Over a pit of evil and darkness...

Intrigued by this information, Tom asks the bear more about the facts of the day.

"How interesting, that might be useful later, thank you. If you don't mind my asking, what did that certain mage you mentioned find at the bottom of this pit? And, out of curiosity, what are you doing down here?"

"Oh, he found this and that. Which just so happens to be my purpose here, you see. This and that. I am not really supposed to help you, you know. That would be favoritism, and we can't have that in a gentlemanly or gentlewomanly competition."

The bear shakes its head.


In the streets of Emlocke...

Mark, his armor efforts as futile as his attempts to contact the Artiste, defaults to looking for mages to murder. It's kind of his purpose here, after all.

[Search roll: 1]

He walks around for quite some time, alone with his thoughts. After a particularly prolonged pondering of the peculiar properties of paranormal people, he manages to find himself in a vast desert of some kind. Nothing to be seen for miles around.

Well, he's certainly wandered off the beaten path.

[killerhellhound]

retrace my steps and find stuff to kill

[Harry Baldman]

In a vast desert...

Mark tries to retrace his steps and find Emlocke again!

[Navigation roll: 1]

He turns all around several times to get a better idea of his surroundings! Yep, desert everywhere. Also, now he has no idea which direction he came from. Perfect.

[killerhellhound]

((OOC well anyone got Suggestions ))

[killerhellhound]

fine find something to loot and/or kill

[Harry Baldman]

In an endless desert of some kind...

Mark, lacking any sort of external stimulus to act upon, chooses to indulge in his better nature and find things to loot and possibly kill.

[Search roll: 2]

There's certainly nothing around here that he can see. Nothing, pure nothing for miles around.

It's rather dull, to tell the truth.

[Spinal_Taper]

Float towards the celing. Observe sir murderer.