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[Egan_BW]

Alright, if we're doing a mission with PYLON, I'll do some messing about on base if you don't mind.

PYLON: get delivered.

[Ozarck]

Make a mental note to be less afraid and a bit boulder in future.

Hope my new companion isn't telepathic and doesn't crush me for such a dreadful pun. Continue to snooze.    

Niiiiiice. You sleep and awake refreshed. the boulder does as well, and sits up, blinking moodily. Oh. it's a troll.

Alright, if we're doing a mission with PYLON, I'll do some messing about on base if you don't mind.

PYLON: get delivered.

You don't actually have to play this character, you know. But yeah, the PYLON gets delivered in a faraday cage in a crate on a cart. It hears some yeeling that turns into shouting, which turns into silence. The cart begins to move again, then comes to a bumpy halt at last, and the crate is pried open, revealing a rather blackened room, and a few gnomes wearing odd contraptions and wires and stuff. It's very steampunk. "Soooo .... is it gonna explode?"

[AkumaKasai]

New character sheet. Tell me if the stats/skills aren't balanced correctly.

Spoiler: Altair (click to show/hide)

Name of Character: Altair, son of Haemish
Race: About half elf, half munchkin, though his father also had a bit of dwarvish blood.

Stats:
Strength: -1
Constitution: -1
Speed: -1
Dexterity 0
Intelligence: +2
Memory: 0
Will: +1
Charisma: -1

Skills:
Unarmed combat: -1
Blunt weapons: -1
Sharp weapons: -1
Ranged weapons: 0
Magic: +2
Medicine: +1
General knowledge: -1
Skill Mastery/specialization: 0

Specializations:
Magic involving permanently altering something's mind or giving intelligence to an inanimate object such as a corpse or mechanical construct.
Building, upgrading, and repairing constructs.
Magic related to wards/shielding.

Description: A small, frail old man. His white hair and beard are long and somewhat unkempt. He appears human, apart from his unusually small stature, slightly gray-tinted skin, and slightly pointed ears, though the latter are rarely visible. Seems harmless enough at first glance, if you ignore the company he often keeps.
    How did you become part of the Omega Legion? A couple of his more unsightly children wandered a bit too close to a nearby hamlet, a few hurtful accusations were made, one thing led to another, and he wound up with his home razed, his creations destroyed, and his life sworn to the Legion.

    Background: As a young lad, Altair found himself compelled to answer a few questions essential to his understanding of the world and his place in it. These were, of course "What seperates man from beast?", "What separates the living from the dead?" and "What separates man, beast, and their shambling remains from mere objects, such as spoon, rock, and tea-kettle?". Although the answers to these questions remain elusive, in his lifelong quest for truth, Altair has led himself down a path paved with questionably ethical magic and lined with hordes of semi-sentient abominations.

[Egan_BW]

"PYLON WILL NOT EXPLODE, FOOL! PYLON WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT THIS WAS MORE YOUR KIND OF THING, IGNORANT ORGANIC."

[Ozarck]

Altair works just fine. Put him in the char sheet thread

as for PYLON:
"Oh, MechaJesus, another one." "Stop, it's normal. Mad wizards and their hubris." "It has a point though, we do tend to explode a lot." "What? we never explode. lots of things around us do, but we don't." "True, exploding isn't really an organic thing, as much as it is a black powder thing." "Do you think this think has any black powder in it?"

[Egan_BW]

((Damn, Egan did not mean to refer to PYLON as "I", let me retcon that real quick.))

"PYLON DOES NOT CONTAIN EXPLOSIVES, PUNY ORGANIC, PYLON CONTAINS THINGS THAT CAUSE ORGANICS TO EXPLODE. PYLON ALSO CONTAINS THINGS THAT CAUSE MACHINES, DEAD ORGANICS, INANIMATE OBJECTS, AND MAGICAL BEINGS TO EXPLODE. BUT PYLON DOES NOT DO THE EXPLODING."

[Ozarck]

"Alright, PYLON. DO yo uintend on causing us to explode? This is kinda important, you know? We'd like to remain intact, and, well, that brand ..."

[Egan_BW]

"PYLON DOES NOT INTEND TO WASTE TIME EXPLODING ORGANICS FOR FUN. PYLON HAS MUCH MORE ENTERTAINING ACTIVITIES TO TEND TO, SUCH AS CONTEMPLATING THINGS THAT YOU COULD NEVER POSSIBLY COMPREHEND."

[Ozarck]

"Yup, mad wizard make, alright." "Well, at least it doesn't seem to be entirely unhinged. Yet." "Well, we could fix tha-" "What? No, we want it hinged. Don't you remember the Stabbing spoon finger?" "Oooooooh. yeah. yeah I remember."

Anyway, they remove your Faraday cage and attempt some tests on you. Mostly, "blow this watermellon up" and "power this thingum. no, from there." "And how many angels can dance on the head of a pin?"

[spazyak]

((Pylon just needs a hug))

[Egan_BW]

"BETWEEN ONE AND 30 VIGINTILLION."

[AkumaKasai]

Look around the base to see if I can find some sort of workshop that I could use to build a basic construct. If not, look around the base for basic materials like sticks, rope, or mud. Or corpses, if I can find any that are available for public use.

[Unholy_Pariah]

((tempted to pick this up again.

kinda lost direction when I rejoined midway through a mission last time so ill probably wait for a new set to start if I do.))

[Yoink]

Thrips had just stifled a yawn and was starting to sit up when he registered the creature beside him.
His eyes went wide and he froze, not having much in the way of experience with waking up next to strangers, let alone gigantic trolls...

Stare at the troll. Remain very still. Try not to breathe too loudly.

What do I know about trolls? Have I ever seen one before? Is it *shudder* a... a medic?

[Ozarck]

"BETWEEN ONE AND 30 VIGINTILLION."

"Correct." "Now try to split this watermelon without exploding it" "can you make colorful lights? How manydifferent colors can you maintain at once?" "What is the proper distance from which one should converse with a Silver Dragon, of the Haiedes Archapeligo?"

Look around the base to see if I can find some sort of workshop that I could use to build a basic construct. If not, look around the base for basic materials like sticks, rope, or mud. Or corpses, if I can find any that are available for public use.

You want a private workshop? gonna have to build one from scratch. I'll let you have a workshop room along Explosion Alley instead of a bedroom. It has one (1) rickety wooden table in it. There are sticks and rocks around the base, and you'd need to check the morgue (or cafeteria perhaps) for corpses. Careful, some of them are less dead than others.

((tempted to pick this up again.

kinda lost direction when I rejoined midway through a mission last time so ill probably wait for a new set to start if I do.))

There's four of you here. I have an idea for a rather insignificant 'quest' you could go on. Or wait, the blasphemers might end their mission within the month. Honestly, I was expecting more, and shorter, missions. ah well.

Thrips had just stifled a yawn and was starting to sit up when he registered the creature beside him.
His eyes went wide and he froze, not having much in the way of experience with waking up next to strangers, let alone gigantic trolls...

Stare at the troll. Remain very still. Try not to breathe too loudly.

What do I know about trolls? Have I ever seen one before? Is it *shudder* a... a medic?

it sits there, scratches it's belly, and blinks very slowly, mouth slightly open, and drool dribbling slowly down it's chin, to drop onto it's chest at odd intervals.
In a big city you might have had occasion to see them, but you could have gone your whole life without, too. if you did see them, they were either oddities at the bazaar, or workmen. If they were working, they were either doing heavy lifting for things like mining or construction, or were used almost like workhorses, even to the point of having those blinders on to keep them from seeing things at their sides. the last is the most likely situation you would have seen them in, even hauling the delivery carts to your restaurant. Why, being a sensitive boy, you might have even befriended one, whether it knew of it or not.

this one doesn't currently look aggressive, so that's probably a good sign. You have no idea of it's professional leanings.