"Gah! I'ma damn robot! I shouldn't be feelin' [concept=pain.sensation]! Keep movin'...
Get myself to continue up the hill, looking out for threats.
Y4R's robotic feet meet the apex of the hill, and he sees on the horizon a colossal structure resembling a cathedral of sorts. It has decayed in appearance over time, creeping vines of luminescent, pulsating green moss crawling upon it's Gothic features and spires. Parts of it are broken off into the muck coating the ground, but for the most part it is upright and out of the sludge. An odd sensation creeps into the back of his mind(processors?), one that is more alien than pain or fear- fascination. Something within the walls is reaching out to him, beckoning him to step inside. The beckoning stops after a few seconds, replaced by a chilling sense of impending doom. [3]Y4R-M8 feels a little uneasy, but he should be fine. Perhaps the cathedral should be investigated?
OK, THIS IS PISSIN ME OFF, I CAST DRAIN, LIFE YA USELESS REFLECTION.
As I said, I Cast Drain life wildly around the area.
Making thoroughly clear his distaste for the ambiguously gendered figure, Larry [4+1]casts a Curse of Life Drain, a classic spell from Necromancy that siphons life from another creature into the caster's body. The figure in the mirror below him convulses as black wisps of energy emitting from Larry's mouth curl around their head and begin pulsating. After a few moments of struggling, it pulls the tendrils off and twinkles away onto some other reflective surface. Larry notices that the hole in his chest has closed, but the lost blood still has him a bit dizzy. Suddenly, a voice from behind him- "My suspicions are confirmed, you are a practitioner of the Dark Arts. Disgusting." Standing up and turning to find the source, he notices a robed woman standing behind him who looks slightly pale in the face. A flash of light blinds Larry momentarily, before he sees that she has already moved across the chamber onto the top of a glassy pillar in 3D form. "Even necromancer slime like yourself deserve an introduction before they die and face judgement." She mockingly curtsies with the gray robe she wears before brushing through her hair with a free left hand. Her hair is quite odd, it is a bright sort of cyan that borders on white and actually seems to emit rays of light. "I am Prismata, archminotaur of this particular chamber of the Labyrinth. There, introduction's done and over with. Onto business, now...". [6+2]Prismata raises her hands above her head, and a bright ball of light appears between them. From this ball emits a wave of purple light that is almost bright enough to outright burn Larry's eyes out of his skull. [4]Larry covers his eyes, avoiding any permanent damage to them. He notices, however, a loud sizzling noise. As pain washes over him, he realizes that the ultraviolet light is roasting his skin. Now would be a good time for a battle plan, if he even has one..
Get out that Inksphere, make sure the wound's clean (at least, not too slimy), and use the inksphere; this consists of rolling it on the palms of my hands, and applying what rubbed off on my hands to the wound.
Rubbing the excess bits of gunk off his papery stump of a leg, Arcodo begins to roll the inksphere across the palms of his hands before rubbing them over the injured limb. [5]He no longer has to worry about it leaking ink, and the pain has gone away. Walking is going to be a bit of a challenge now, but at least he isn't bleeding or in pain.
Merunidae fixes her hair, before searching for a replacement arm for Bones. Surely someone has died on the streets after crawling through a portal and rotted away to a skeleton, he can just have their arm.
Come to think of it, if she can find enough of them, she will play a song, attempting to guide their souls back to their bodies, and raise them up to help the party.
[1]Menuridae runs along the streets, searching for some form of a replacement arm for her bony benefactor. It would be an understatement to say she found nothing of use, it appears that some force has been picking remains clean off the ground. In the back of an alley between a decrepit building labeled "HARMONY CITY EXPRESS CLINIC" and some other apartment complex than the one Phantus uses, she feels a strange sensation along the nape of her neck not unlike warm breath. Some bestial thing is growling in her left ear, and when she turns around to face it she is greeted by... herself?
"
MENURIDAE, HIT THE GROUND!" the shout of a familiar voice shocks her, but she does as advised and throws herself onto the ground. Good thing she did, too, because that doppelganger of hers cracks into pieces like dinner plates thrown out of a pitching machine as an ominous green light bathes it. Hitting the dirt prevented the real Menuridae from being engulfed by the eerie green glow. Phantus is there, holding Whisper's mask in his left hand and lowering his right- steam flowing off the fingertips. "
I told you, Minotaurs sometimes scamper into here because some particularly badass Visitor scares them out of their home." He helps her up and raises Whisper's mask back up to his face. "
I won't be here to watch over you greenhorns forever, so make sure to be more careful". Just like that, he is gone.
Make my fire elemental scout ahead of Y4R-M8. Wait Arcodo to do his tuff then help him up the hill. Maybe help Y4R-M8 also if he needs it.
Crimson beseeches his fire elemental to scout ahead of his robo-pirate compatriot. It does so gladly and without question, as it is animated by the pyromancer's vary will. Sprinting through the muck on the other side of the hill, it stops just a few feet short of the bottom of the staircase in front of the cathedral. This strikes Crimson as odd, but no matter how much he tries to will it to move further it refuses. Nevertheless, the three members of the South Group get the feeling that the end of this dimension's trials is imminent.
Scri-Drops board
Rattles
Changes boo-Drops boom box.
RATTLES
Life with one arm is hard.
Summon a replacement arm. Something in gold, hopefully. Stash gameboy in hammerspace. Also a first aid kit or something along those lines for crystalbutt.
[2+1]Mr Bones must have received the evil eye from some old gypsy, because none of his summons are working quite right. He wanted a gold arm, he receives a copper leg. Dropping it to the ground and rattling furiously, he hurls his Gameboy straight into hammerspace before attempting to conjure a medkit for Trier. [1+1]This time it fizzles completely. At least he didn't receive something that would make him feel as though the universe were mocking him this time.
Accept the first aid kit if it exists and then see about forming a piece of crystal armor.
[6+1]Trier is disappointed by the lack of a first aid kit, but disappointment quickly turned into satisfaction as he began to form a crystalline chestplate. He succeeds effortlessly, and actually manages to fashion one seed crystal into a full set of crystal armor. Pleasantly surprised, Trier is clearly feeling much better about his abilities than his skeletal companion.
Summon an amulet of protection to wear inside my suit.
[6+2]Tobias receives a talisman of
greater protection to wear inside his suit. It should make his body considerably more resilient towards any attacks that manage to penetrate his mech suit.
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