Ask the Engine Spirit if it remembers the Field of Faces Getting Punched. Or whatever that place is called.
It does not.
Fly closer! Investigate this odd formation of vegetation while circling it several times in the air, making sure to get good angles. Attempt to ascertain its motives.
Motives? None. It is a field. Admittedly, such things could happen around here, but not this time.
However, it is an interesting looking field on closer inspection because it appears to have been a battlefield. There are a few quite large hills that, when you look at them from the right angle, appear to be warbeasts, albeit laying down and covered in grass. You'd wager they are dead.
Obtain some of the armor we have and attempt to convince myself that my arm bones are growing back, with nothing else to do.
Armor you can get, the arm bones, well, you can do your best to believe it, but it's not easy. And you doubt the belief of one man will do anything.
When he hears that some sort of landmark should be found, John looks around, seeking for Mr. Bird, then looks up and sees him flying above and looking at something. Something was there, but we passed it by night while driving jeep. Some sort of ruins? He turns around and talks to Engine Spirit.
- So, um, Engine Spirit? It appears that you know a thing or two about this Great Conquering King and his stuff. So, earlier, I showed this - he pulls out the pistol - to the locals, and they said it was also related to him. Apparently it belonged to some important man, I can't quite recall by now, they probably said it was his son? Anyhow, - he drops the magazine and demonstrates the engraved cartridge in it, held by metal lips - they said it was powered by blood. That sounds dangerous - do you know anything about it?
While we talk, make the beast move slowly to the things we passed on jeep in the dark.
The beast turns and walks towards the field mr.bird is investigating. It's an interesting feeling, being on the thing as it moves. The step forward pushes you down in your seat with sudden acceleration, while the downward drop at the end of the step gives you a half second of weightlessness. It's like driving a hilly road in your past life.
"Hm. Origin I do not know, but its powered by blood. The grip and the rounds should be quite sharp, designed to cut flesh and leech some blood from the user. It's a powerful form of inherent magic, but its strength depends on the user and the potency of their blood. In your hands, it would be a powerful gun. In the hands of a general, with thousands of loyal troops and legions of fearful enemies, it could bring down a war beast in a shot. In the hands of the Conquering Great King, it could destroy gods and heavens."
Grab some of the armor. Don't put it on just yet, just make sure it's at hand.
Okie dokie.
Sit atop our glorious beast as a firebreathing penguin mascot
GRAK.
The war beast trundles over to the edge of the field that Mr.Bird is surveying.