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[Harry Baldman]

Campaign, Ike!

"Explosions! Kickass, I have to say."

Is this room still comfortably exitable? As in, is the exit standing, or did it collapse already?

I'm helping!
Hey, anyone know how to stitch blankets together? We should make a parachute and do a badass glide away from the soon to happen explosion.

"Good thinking, buddy! But first, can you summon a whole lot of salt shakers, maybe? Or just plain salt? Salt seems like a really common thing mostly, right? Plus, snails hate the stuff. Could be good to throw on their ill-protected hides. Also, probably shouldn't use blankets. Try something a bit more durable. Maybe silk sheets could work? Oh, and take cover, you know."

Spoiler: IkeNotes (click to show/hide)

There's doors that respond to touch and behave like funny glass bubbles. Behind the one to the left is what can best be described as a dark spider singularity. It seems to mean us harm, which is further evidence of its spidery nature. It has already given Jesus a fire and shockwave-based makeover. Also, the shadows vibrate and absorb sound at the same time.

Jesus smells okay, in other news.

River increasingly reminds me of Ted.

Yellow land octopuses are apparently present and possibly quite dangerous!

Update: yellow land octopuses aren't so bad when you stab them in the center of mass repeatedly and firmly!

The room on the right has a set of four large eggs, surrounded by eight sizable benches and eight not-so-large eggs.

Clearly whoever built this place has a strange fascination with the number four, or multiples of four. This either completely rules out or utterly confirms the involvement of the Nipponese.

I am starting to get slight flashbacks to the start of the previous mission!

Yellow land octopuses can become invisible! Or maybe there's a breed or species of invisible land octopus! May require some breeding to get a clearer picture of their relation. Still yellow on the inside, though! In addition, they appear capable of making mortal mindslaves without any trouble at all.

In addition, people live here. Or humanoids, at least. They seem to have been subjugated by the yellow land octopuses, or octopodes. One's a nice red and purple lady, and the other one's dead as a doorknob.

Also:

Well, the creatures' anatomy is the same. Just a small central part filled with organs with a large number of very thin and long but surprisingly strong tentacles sprouting out of it.

Slicing a tentacle in half, I discover that they lack muscles, which kinda begs the question of how they managed to move them in the first place. Instead, they are composed of four tubes (two large and two small) arrayed around a central part that feels and looks like very flexible cartilage. Around those tubes are very small, almost invisible clusters of black things, (some sort of organ, probably) that correspond with very small dimples on the outside. Maybe they emit something from there? Or maybe it's some sort of sensory organ? Or maybe it's used for camouflage? Or communication? Who knows. The area between the tubes and the skin of the creature feels very mushy and soft, breaking apart easily.

With careful observation, you notice that when the tendril twists, a large number of very small spikes are pushed out of its skin on the inside of the curve. You can't discern whether this is meant to inject something like microneedles or if it is just a means to grapple things and achieve better friction.
A quick inspection of the place the creature wrapped its tendrils around my arm reveals very tiny yellow needle-like things stuck in my skin, although none of them have managed to penetrate it.
An inspection of Nikolai reveals something similar. The fact that his skin has become more red around that area and has started to bruise prevented me from noticing it with casual observation, but he appears to have very tiny holes around the places the creature wrapped its tentacles around him, some of them bleeding slightly. Hopefully he won't start turning into any sort of octoman.

After that, I move to the central part of the creature. A thing of note is that it lacks any sort of visible mouth, eyes, nose, means of excretion or any of the other things I'd expect the central part of a creature to possess.

A large section of the central part of the creature is composed of two sacks, one larger, containing that yellow goo (or white with a whitish tint in the case of the later ones) and the other containing a black substance. Each of them is connected to the tubes that compose the greater part of the creature's tendrils, the black with the smaller ones and the brighter one with the larger one. The rest of their insides are filled with organs, although I can't tell exactly what they do. They have some connections between them, but they don't reveal much. Curiously, while I can identify many organs connected to the bright tubes, none of them are (visibly) connected to the dark ones.

Their insides don't smell so good, especially the ones of the creatures I encountered earlier. Smell like rotten and oil. Now that I think about it, the earlier creatures looked far worse than the later ones. The later ones were more of a whitish yellow than pure yellow, they were slightly larger and their internal organs were in much better shape.

Gee whiz!

In addition, I think Darkstar just sucked out a woman's life force with a straw? Or maybe cracked her like a giant egg from the sound of it.

Smells registered in the wastes outside that wacky teleporter building - copper most prominently, as well as hints of ashes, dust, ozone, basalt, sulphur and the inimitable musk of the yellow land octopus. Lily-livered fellow travelers seem very affected by it.

Other side of the Dark Portal seems to have yet more yellow land octopuses. Doesn't seem like there's green lightning, so that's wonderful. Well, I guess, anyway.

Committing magibabble to memory:

"I cannot. The field generators..."
He seems to reconsider for a moment.
"Watch." he says and starts transmitting parts of a memory through your pendants to everyone on the team. You can tell it's a memory by the fact that some details appear clearer than others.
It's a picture of the red claw-like thing in front of you, covered with those creatures.
Then it changes, like changing the focus on a camera, and things that you couldn't see before become unblurred, visible.
You can see the inside of the thing, a blindingly bright orange tangle of wavy lines, simple geometrical shapes made out of right angles and  fractal patterns, all blending together without clashing. It looks like the insides of an old wristwatch, all of its springs and gear ready to burst out of them under the tension. Much of it is blurry or incomplete.
<Three elemental types. Incompatible. Unstable. Filled with power.>
The image shifts.
There are thick wavy red lines going from one claw-like thing to the next.
A pulse of light slowly travels through the line until it reaches the claw you are observing. It reacts, the whole thing shining brighter for a moment. It releases another pulse that starts travelling down the lines to the next one.
<Cycle. One pulse drives the next. One is enough to restart it. All pulses must stop at once.>
The image shifts again.
There are white lines running from the slabs in the alcoves to the claw thing, connecting to their back, making it look like many little strings have been tied between them.
<Reserves. More power. In case of loss. Interference. Disruption.>
The image changes yet again.
It's the claw like thing again. But this time only the structure inside it is visible to River's mind's eye, the rest of the image being nothing. Darkness spreads over the structure, obscuring it, matching the spots where details of its structure are missing.
<Shadow. Void. Survival adaptation, modified by this world's magic. It prevents others of their kind from seeing their host. Prevents them from using the same source. But it can also block magic. Probably why they could not close it easily.>
The memory fades.
<It needs to be given the right change, the right sequence, to gain control over this power. So that I can use my element. To break the cycle. I cannot do that with the parasites there. The portal can channel energy through the shadow and stay active, but it is using its reserves, becoming even more unstable. I lack the same ability. I am spent.>

The other side of the portal smells of what you'd expect, plus sulfur and a curious living thing from an hour ago. Prolly a monster of some sort.

In other news, Darkstar's exposition abilities seem to correlate with the amount of blood in him!

Also, red slabs in room appear to be dangerously volatile.

[Xantalos]

Okay!

[Yourmaster]

Yep to both of those.

[Parisbre56]

Campaign

((Short update to clarify some things.))

Campaign

"FUCKING HELL! Is everyone okay?"

Check if River is okay, then check if I'm okay. Apply any bandages or tourniquets necessary. Then pick up my sword and the zombies sword if they're nearby.

What are my options for defending Myself and River?
I could try to use my repairing ability on the damaged slabs to stop them from exploding, but there are too many and I can only fix one at a time. It would also require being right next to them. Bad idea.
Try to find a suitably shield-like piece of rubble to hide behind. Hide behind it with River and tsar if there are any more explosions or violence happening.

River stirs, grunts and puts a hand on his head, smearing it with blood in the process.
He looks... He has no new serious injuries. That's a way of putting it. Whether or not he's OK is another matter entirely.
You're fairly certain that if a human had received that kind of injury he'd have fainted and be very close to being dead right now. Along with blood, you notice that he appears to be leaking a very small quantity of dark smoky gas-like thing from his wound that disappears a few centimetres away from it.

As for you, you once again find yourself with a broken leg, with the added misfortune of a wound that is bleeding moderately. Luckily, it's not too deep, so you probably won't die within the next ten minutes. You should probably do something about it.

You've already moved away from the dead swordsman however and you were a bit busy screaming in agony because your leg was broken and your flesh ripped to pick up his sword while you were being dragged away.

The slabs surrounding the site of the explosion seem to have stabilised for now. They have some small cracks and are leaking light, but the effect doesn't appear to be spreading, at least not very quickly. They're probably going to break eventually. Especially the one that resides above the one that exploded. Even though it hasn't been damaged, the rock block that slab is on looks like it's ready to fall down at any second.

Campaign, Ike!

"Explosions! Kickass, I have to say."

Is this room still comfortably exitable? As in, is the exit standing, or did it collapse already?

I'm helping!
Hey, anyone know how to stitch blankets together? We should make a parachute and do a badass glide away from the soon to happen explosion.

"Good thinking, buddy! But first, can you summon a whole lot of salt shakers, maybe? Or just plain salt? Salt seems like a really common thing mostly, right? Plus, snails hate the stuff. Could be good to throw on their ill-protected hides. Also, probably shouldn't use blankets. Try something a bit more durable. Maybe silk sheets could work? Oh, and take cover, you know."

Spoiler: IkeNotes (click to show/hide)

There's doors that respond to touch and behave like funny glass bubbles. Behind the one to the left is what can best be described as a dark spider singularity. It seems to mean us harm, which is further evidence of its spidery nature. It has already given Jesus a fire and shockwave-based makeover. Also, the shadows vibrate and absorb sound at the same time.

Jesus smells okay, in other news.

River increasingly reminds me of Ted.

Yellow land octopuses are apparently present and possibly quite dangerous!

Update: yellow land octopuses aren't so bad when you stab them in the center of mass repeatedly and firmly!

The room on the right has a set of four large eggs, surrounded by eight sizable benches and eight not-so-large eggs.

Clearly whoever built this place has a strange fascination with the number four, or multiples of four. This either completely rules out or utterly confirms the involvement of the Nipponese.

I am starting to get slight flashbacks to the start of the previous mission!

Yellow land octopuses can become invisible! Or maybe there's a breed or species of invisible land octopus! May require some breeding to get a clearer picture of their relation. Still yellow on the inside, though! In addition, they appear capable of making mortal mindslaves without any trouble at all.

In addition, people live here. Or humanoids, at least. They seem to have been subjugated by the yellow land octopuses, or octopodes. One's a nice red and purple lady, and the other one's dead as a doorknob.

Also:

Well, the creatures' anatomy is the same. Just a small central part filled with organs with a large number of very thin and long but surprisingly strong tentacles sprouting out of it.

Slicing a tentacle in half, I discover that they lack muscles, which kinda begs the question of how they managed to move them in the first place. Instead, they are composed of four tubes (two large and two small) arrayed around a central part that feels and looks like very flexible cartilage. Around those tubes are very small, almost invisible clusters of black things, (some sort of organ, probably) that correspond with very small dimples on the outside. Maybe they emit something from there? Or maybe it's some sort of sensory organ? Or maybe it's used for camouflage? Or communication? Who knows. The area between the tubes and the skin of the creature feels very mushy and soft, breaking apart easily.

With careful observation, you notice that when the tendril twists, a large number of very small spikes are pushed out of its skin on the inside of the curve. You can't discern whether this is meant to inject something like microneedles or if it is just a means to grapple things and achieve better friction.
A quick inspection of the place the creature wrapped its tendrils around my arm reveals very tiny yellow needle-like things stuck in my skin, although none of them have managed to penetrate it.
An inspection of Nikolai reveals something similar. The fact that his skin has become more red around that area and has started to bruise prevented me from noticing it with casual observation, but he appears to have very tiny holes around the places the creature wrapped its tentacles around him, some of them bleeding slightly. Hopefully he won't start turning into any sort of octoman.

After that, I move to the central part of the creature. A thing of note is that it lacks any sort of visible mouth, eyes, nose, means of excretion or any of the other things I'd expect the central part of a creature to possess.

A large section of the central part of the creature is composed of two sacks, one larger, containing that yellow goo (or white with a whitish tint in the case of the later ones) and the other containing a black substance. Each of them is connected to the tubes that compose the greater part of the creature's tendrils, the black with the smaller ones and the brighter one with the larger one. The rest of their insides are filled with organs, although I can't tell exactly what they do. They have some connections between them, but they don't reveal much. Curiously, while I can identify many organs connected to the bright tubes, none of them are (visibly) connected to the dark ones.

Their insides don't smell so good, especially the ones of the creatures I encountered earlier. Smell like rotten and oil. Now that I think about it, the earlier creatures looked far worse than the later ones. The later ones were more of a whitish yellow than pure yellow, they were slightly larger and their internal organs were in much better shape.

Gee whiz!

In addition, I think Darkstar just sucked out a woman's life force with a straw? Or maybe cracked her like a giant egg from the sound of it.

Smells registered in the wastes outside that wacky teleporter building - copper most prominently, as well as hints of ashes, dust, ozone, basalt, sulphur and the inimitable musk of the yellow land octopus. Lily-livered fellow travelers seem very affected by it.

Other side of the Dark Portal seems to have yet more yellow land octopuses. Doesn't seem like there's green lightning, so that's wonderful. Well, I guess, anyway.

Committing magibabble to memory:

"I cannot. The field generators..."
He seems to reconsider for a moment.
"Watch." he says and starts transmitting parts of a memory through your pendants to everyone on the team. You can tell it's a memory by the fact that some details appear clearer than others.
It's a picture of the red claw-like thing in front of you, covered with those creatures.
Then it changes, like changing the focus on a camera, and things that you couldn't see before become unblurred, visible.
You can see the inside of the thing, a blindingly bright orange tangle of wavy lines, simple geometrical shapes made out of right angles and  fractal patterns, all blending together without clashing. It looks like the insides of an old wristwatch, all of its springs and gear ready to burst out of them under the tension. Much of it is blurry or incomplete.
<Three elemental types. Incompatible. Unstable. Filled with power.>
The image shifts.
There are thick wavy red lines going from one claw-like thing to the next.
A pulse of light slowly travels through the line until it reaches the claw you are observing. It reacts, the whole thing shining brighter for a moment. It releases another pulse that starts travelling down the lines to the next one.
<Cycle. One pulse drives the next. One is enough to restart it. All pulses must stop at once.>
The image shifts again.
There are white lines running from the slabs in the alcoves to the claw thing, connecting to their back, making it look like many little strings have been tied between them.
<Reserves. More power. In case of loss. Interference. Disruption.>
The image changes yet again.
It's the claw like thing again. But this time only the structure inside it is visible to River's mind's eye, the rest of the image being nothing. Darkness spreads over the structure, obscuring it, matching the spots where details of its structure are missing.
<Shadow. Void. Survival adaptation, modified by this world's magic. It prevents others of their kind from seeing their host. Prevents them from using the same source. But it can also block magic. Probably why they could not close it easily.>
The memory fades.
<It needs to be given the right change, the right sequence, to gain control over this power. So that I can use my element. To break the cycle. I cannot do that with the parasites there. The portal can channel energy through the shadow and stay active, but it is using its reserves, becoming even more unstable. I lack the same ability. I am spent.>

The other side of the portal smells of what you'd expect, plus sulfur and a curious living thing from an hour ago. Prolly a monster of some sort.

In other news, Darkstar's exposition abilities seem to correlate with the amount of blood in him!

Also, red slabs in room appear to be dangerously volatile.

The smoke and heat coming from the burning door are making the approach to the door uncomfortable but not impossible. If the explosion had reached the support column near the corner of the room, that would had probably been very bad. But it looks like the thick walls of this place stopped that from happening. The walls are generally very sturdy and the room is quite large, so the danger of loosing your access to the exit due to collapse is low, at least for now.

Map: http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac165/parisbre56/map16_zps95023d53.png
River (NPC) -> Black
Theri (Tiruin) -> Turquoise
Irene (Lenglon) -> Orange
Zechariah (DarkArtemisFowl) -> Light turquoise
Ike (Harry Baldman) -> Pink
Alan (Xantalos) -> Red
Nikolai (NAV) -> Green
Swordsman slave
Unarmed man/woman slave
Parasite

[Lenglon]

"Ow!"
my teeth gritted to help me ignore the pain in my arm, I keep moving towards the door, recall all flames, including seed-flames, and use them to clear the area.
"G-get out of there!"
Once the we're all out of the room, start tugging on the flames connected to the portal again, but don't sacrifice control of my fires to do so. All my flames should be kept out in the hallway or near the door, away from the impending explosions.

[DarkArtemisFowl]

"Dammit Art-
...Oh, this still isn't his doing."

I hope not, at least.

Reform my shields and block the portal off again if my shields have dissipated. Also, form the shields around the group again and move with the group out of the room. Basically, do the same thing that I was doing before the explosion occurred.

[Xantalos]

"Dammit Art-
...Oh, this still isn't his doing."

I hope not, at least.

My name starts with A too!

[NAV]

Campaign

"Ike, help."
Tourniquet River's arm to stop the leaking. Tentacles , or duct tape, or sling might work.

If I can manage to walk, with the help of a teammate, then escape the room.
If not, then try to find a suitably shield-like piece of rubble to hide behind. Hide behind it with River and tsar if there are any more explosions or violence happening.

[Tiruin]

Campaign

Theri runs off to aid allies in either getting out, or defending them from harm given she was unharmed from the resulting event!
She also tries to stick to the original/optional objective given to her (as said by River at the start of this chapter which I remember vaguely came with letting an item or bag not be destroyed or such)
(also thanks for auto'ing me as of late ._.)

[Harry Baldman]

Campaign, Ike!

"Ike, help."

"I will!"

Help move the Critically Injured Squad over to the hallway after Nikolai's done with his tourniquet thing. Help him if he doesn't look like he has any idea what he's doing.

[Toaster]

Survival

Also slap my catatonic allies until they follow me.

[Hawk132]

Survival

"Perchance thou might attempt to repairest mine legs?"

Go where John goes.

[Toaster]

Survival

"When we get in the car.  Someone else can drive."

[Alarith]

"I can drive, we heading straight out?"
Hide in alley, if car is summoned get in driver's seat.  While I'm waiting feel with my radar, can I fine tune it to feel any suspicion or curiosity from the station?

[Parisbre56]

((Writing this quickly, sorry if mistakes. Other missions later.))

Campaign

Campaign - Alan Savage! Jaime Hyneman! Together they have over 30 years of mission-fucking experience!

I'm helping!
Hey, anyone know how to stitch blankets together? We should make a parachute and do a badass glide away from the soon to happen explosion.

If people agree with Alan's plan, summon a lot of bed sheets, etc on the ground by our collective feet.

Also a bunch of salt and/or salt shakers with salt in them for Ike.
And hide behind some stuff.

I see only Ike agreeing and the hole leading outside is in the other side of the room, so unless you're planning on opening another hole in the building...

You summon a bunch of salt shakers and stuff them in your pockets. Because why not.

As for hiding, I will refer you to the map. Nothing nearby that could be used for hiding. Not that it's really necessary right now.
Just try not to overshoot and disturb the possible-to-collapse-rock-block the volatile-explosive-thing is standing on or shoot any more important things. I wouldn't like to loose half of my players and an entity in one big explosion.

Thus, I will interpret that action as follow the others and hide in the hallway with them.

"Dammit Art-
...Oh, this still isn't his doing."

I hope not, at least.

Reform my shields and block the portal off again if my shields have dissipated. Also, form the shields around the group again and move with the group out of the room. Basically, do the same thing that I was doing before the explosion occurred.

You expand the shields assigned to the portal, adding more of them, trying to block it off completely. It's almost blocked off, but keeping it that way will probably be difficult. The parasites coming through the portal are already starting to push against it, putting their tentacles around the shield fragments. And as earlier experience has shown, it only takes one of them to start a chain reaction that could teleport away a large number of your shields if you are not quick enough.

Some of your shields have cracked or become broken, since they were used to stop some of the shrapnel. You easily reform them. In fact you more than reform them. You make an entire dome around you. Now you can be certain that nothing will get through! Hmm... But it does feel like there's something you're not seeing... Oh well. It's probably not very important. Probably feeling that way because of how everything appears to be trying to blind you. And because that shield is in the way.

All those constructs are starting to tire you a bit. If there wasn't adequate light in this room, then this would be very difficult.

"Ow!"
my teeth gritted to help me ignore the pain in my arm, I keep moving towards the door, recall all flames, including seed-flames, and use them to clear the area.
"G-get out of there!"
Once the we're all out of the room, start tugging on the flames connected to the portal again, but don't sacrifice control of my fires to do so. All my flames should be kept out in the hallway or near the door, away from the impending explosions.

"Get out of there! It's gonna blow!"

You focus on moving forward and destroying anything that gets in your path, making your way towards the door. The shield dome is not helping you see clearly, but you have enough power that seeing clearly doesn't really matter. You finally reach the doorway and the still smoking door. You turn around to face the room, searching for targets through the- Wait a second... Someone is missing!
"Theri isn't with us?! Why didn't you say anything?"
"I'm half-blind."
"And I'm Alan. Nice to meet you Halfblind."

Campaign

Theri runs off to aid allies in either getting out, or defending them from harm given she was unharmed from the resulting event!
She also tries to stick to the original/optional objective given to her (as said by River at the start of this chapter which I remember vaguely came with letting an item or bag not be destroyed or such)
(also thanks for auto'ing me as of late ._.)

((No, actually, you're no transporting anything. Unless you take the expression "bring someone to justice" very literally ))

You get off the warm rock floor and try to follow Irene and the rest, but before you can join them one of Zechariah's walls of light suddenly appears in front of you. You can't stop in time. You bounce off the wall and fall back down again.
You get up again and try to go after them. If you can just reach them and talk to them then they can-
Suddenly, you feel something soft and thing wrapping itself around your tail and pulling it. You loose your balance and fall to the ground yet again. Whatever it is it's trying to drag you away.
You turn around to face the creature that grabbed you. It's a half-burnt parasite that has grabbed you with one of its tentacles. You kick it a few times and manage to get it to release your tail, freeing yourself, for now.

Campaign

"Ike, help."
Tourniquet River's arm to stop the leaking. Tentacles , or duct tape, or sling might work.

If I can manage to walk, with the help of a teammate, then escape the room.
If not, then try to find a suitably shield-like piece of rubble to hide behind. Hide behind it with River and tsar if there are any more explosions or violence happening.

Campaign, Ike!

"Ike, help."

"I will!"

Help move the Critically Injured Squad over to the hallway after Nikolai's done with his tourniquet thing. Help him if he doesn't look like he has any idea what he's doing.

You both stare at River for a second.
"So, he's bleeding."
"Excellent diagnosis! You get 10 points for observation."
"And bleeding is bad."
"Another excellent and quite valid point."
"Therefore, we should stop the bleeding."
"Your powers of deduction truly are astonishing."
"Well, I am a trained cardiovascular respiratory assist technician."
...
"So, shouldn't we do something like a... a medical thing? You know, the one that sounds french? Tourou..."
"Tourniquet?"
"Yes. That thing."
"Well, duh. He obviously needs that thing."
"Oh, good."
...
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Are you going to do the thing?"
"What, me? Oh, no no no, I can't do the thing, I'm too busy handling the other thing. Keeping those parasites off our back. Not to mention I don't have my shaving tools with me."
"Well, I can't do the thing either. I'm hurt. My hands are trembling. It's a delicate procedure after all. Besides, I left my doctoring gloves in the other backpack."
...
"So, you have no idea what a tourniquet is either."
"Not a clue. I just heard them using it on TV once. It was the third thing that came to mind."
"Third thing?"
"Well, the first was 'remove appendix' and the second 'amputate', so..."
"Yep."

((In short, you both failed your medical rolls. And there is nothing nearby you could hide behind. No rubble. Surprisingly, the room is in relatively good condition. Just the site of the explosion was damaged.))

River emits a grunt and gets up. He helps Nikolai stand and move, acting like his crutch and dragging him forward, almost running as Ike covers their retreat.
The creature following Ike tries to attack him again, but Ike is quick enough to jump out of the way. The creature manages to wrap a tentacle around Ike's sword but Ike yanks it free without much trouble.
As soon as he frees his sword, he is immediately hit from the side by an unarmed slave, a man in a plain shirt with two of the creatures wrapped around him. The punch itself is not that strong, he barely feels it, however one of the creatures on the man manages to wrap one of its tentacles around his shoulder.

Ike notices that those parasites seem to be avoiding the parts of the floor made of black blocks.

Map: http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac165/parisbre56/map17_zpscce49830.png
River (NPC) -> Black
Theri (Tiruin) -> Turquoise
Irene (Lenglon) -> Orange
Zechariah (DarkArtemisFowl) -> Light turquoise
Ike (Harry Baldman) -> Pink
Alan (Xantalos) -> Red
Nikolai (NAV) -> Green
Swordsman slave
Unarmed man/woman slave
Parasite