Fly back to our own lovely Warby. Report.
"Right, everything's rusted, rotted and buried. Not quite looting material, I'm afraid. Sorry, chaps, but one warbeast filled with fabulous treasure will have to do for now."
You return to the warbeast, perching up near the driver seat.
- Well, an attempt was made. Now how about some sort of wall of clouds or a road nearby? Unless you people want me to drive the thing into that land of giant crushing hands coming down from the sky, I can't really figure any directions.
"I'll keep a doubly accommodating eye out, my good man!"
As we proceed, scout around for promising directions of exploration. The most promising direction being the one that leads straight out of this shithole, obviously.
And you keep an eye out for interesting things as the beast proceeds.
((Might still be some loot inside the partially buried building.))
((Screw that. We got ourselves a big-ass Warbeast and loaded it with supplies to the top - we're outta here as soon as we figure out a way. Away with the greed, in with the wanderlust. Also, postponing the shenanigans with the plant until I can concentrate on that and give the wheel to Engine Spirit, which I believe I will at some point.))
Action: find the most deforestated area in sight and walk over there. Repeat until out in the open, where the view is not obstructed by the trees.
You steer the warbeast back in the direction it came, toward the fog, because that area seems to have the least amount of trees. Admittedly, the steppe doesn't have many trees to begin with, but that way definitely seems to have the least. You continue for several hours, mostly blind, but the Engine spirit confirms that you are moving straight and not doubling back accidentally. Eventually, you come to a different kind of fog. A solid wall of fog that extends out in all directions.
"Hmm. It's as I suspected then, my magics haven't recovered well from the journey into the afterlife. Well, persistence leads to the charred corpses of your enemies."
Concentrate really really hard! FIRE WILL SPEW OUT OF MY HAND
in a safe direction
[2]
No joy.
...
((You are first on the waitlist, aren't you?))
...
...
((Yes, it appears you are. Well then, don't forget to take control over non-responsive characters. Keep an eye on Corsair, Pancaek and Beirus.))
((Oi, I'm here, I posted an action! PW just didn't use it, probably because harry's action was more or less the same thing but better.))
As we proceed and my comrades look for neat oppertunities, Flamenco will look around for threats, both in front and behind.
Hmm well no threats in front or behind, but there appears to be a rather large threat coming from the land known as "Meta"
Yes indeed.
See if the Engine Spirit knows anything about that spike I got.
The one from the ball that John bought? If so, he doesn't know anything about it.
""Hmm. It's as I suspected then, my magics haven't recovered well from the journey into the afterlife. Well, persistence leads to the charred corpses of your enemies."
Concentrate really really hard! FIRE WILL SPEW OUT OF MY HAND
Hyenakles' looks over Xankarvo. The gaudy robes, the gaudier tracksuit. The dangling arm.
"Yeah, you don't strike me as much of a sorcerer. No undue offense intended."
Express incredulity regarding Xan's wizardness.
[6]
His robes do seem a little ragged and unwizardly now that you look closely at them.
Author
Topic: The Infinite Heavens: More than one way to skin a cat. (Read 351719 times)