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[randomgenericusername]

((Yyessss, I am aware?  Is this relevant?))

((Kinda because you said you pulled a gun and aimed at another player.))

...aiming a gun at a strange metallic lizard...

[syvarris]

The Ethral takes out a revolver, cocks it, and points it at this... abomination?

Once he does find her, aiming a gun at a strange metallic lizard, he pauses again, waiting and watching.  After a couple seconds of consideration, he begins speaking, loudly and clearly. "We are all allies here, and it would be a grave pity for any of us to inflict wounds upon another.  Pray give the moth some space, friend."

[randomgenericusername]

((Oh, the wording made it seem like you were the one aiming and made me confused. Sorry about that.))

[Yottawhat]

Moku's head snaps rapidly between the revolver and the newly arrived corpse before settling on the Ethral. She jumps back, the metal spikes on her feet elicit a sharp screeching noise of metal on metal scrapping. The abomination begins to backpedal, retreating back through the doorway she came from.

A second later, her head comes peeking through the door, as she watches the Ethral and the Dead from a distance.

[syvarris]

((@RGU No worries, the line is a little ambiguous.  I should've wrote it a bit more exactly, but I was trying to just make something quick because I had only just realized there was already a confrontation with Egan's char.))

Nyw turns to watch the creature flee, nodding politely at her.  "Thank you for your discretion, friend.  Now," he turns back towards the moth, who's still clutching her handgun.  "Please, Wiellste was it?  Put away your gun.  I swear upon my honor as the Lords' Child, I will allow no harm to befall you in this place.  I merely wish to speak with you."

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Did you see where the rest of the people went? I decided to get us started on our way as soon as possible, but they might need to be found just in case our guards decide to get violent with stragglers."

Garos responded pointing towards the door behind them for a moment.
"I think the rest are scattered around the Bore, probably minding their own business. But you are correct, we probably should check on them."

[Egan_BW]

Wiellste sets down her revolver slowly on the floor.
"H-h-haaa..."

Then the Ethral starts trembling uncontrollably while shuffling farther into the corner.

Spoiler: Wiellste, who is now broken (click to show/hide)

Name: Wiellste Gunsmithy

Description: A young Ethral, no taller than 4 feet tall. Her fur is unpatterned and a milky white. Usually wears a rather plain quilted brown silk cloak, and a polished copper mask with symmetrical, spiraling lines etched on the sides.

Goal: Wiellste is like many Ethral in that she seeks to gather knowledge about the world before all else. Though being an Ethral from Knot, her skills are largely more on the practical building side than the scholarly side. She isn't particularly invested in the teachings of the Tenebrous Church, but the idea of the spheres intrigues her, especially Balarim, with it's writings and technology.

Stats:
Str:  7
Dex: 12
Spe: 10
End:  8
Awa:  7
Cun: 15
Kno: 13
Ner: 11

Skills:
Weaponsmith 2
Diving 2
Pistol 1
Bore 1
Translate 1
Stealth 1

Inventory:
Silk cloak
Copper mask
Revolver 7/7

1 Fathom

[OceanSoul]

Bronqui had brought himself into a corner of the first room. He barely had any time to process it all. He could hear people talking in the background, but for a while he just didn't care. He was, essentially, a slave. After this one mission, surely they'd ask for another, and another. He didn't even have a single Fathom on him. He was buying groceries and such, and the prices were higher than usual. He was going to a bank to pick up some more when he got kidnapped.

Slowly, he rose to his feet. He had to do SOMEthing, or else he might provide a reason to trigger his collar. These people he didn't know were all doing things...he didn't know them. This was a chance to know people, to build connections. Perhaps someone else was checking out the kitchen? If not, at least he'd be able to work on a meal for everyone on their way to those ruins. It might be their final meal, and they might deserve it.

Bronqui, still lost in his head, looks for a kitchen and/or pantry, to check what food is stocked in there, if any, and what appliances and such are available.

[syvarris]

"Err..." is all Nyw manages, his posture shifting from confidence to supreme awkwardness.  He shares a look with the metal lizard head that's watching them from the doorway, vainly hoping it would start to speak and explain.  Not gleaning any information from the lizard's expression, he sighs and slowly walks over to Wiellste's shivering form, kneeling down beside her, an arm's length away

"Fear not, little one.  You are... safe, now."  he says carefully, trailing off strangely at the end.  He carefully raises one hand towards the moth's shoulder, but hesitates before touching her, unsure.

[Egan_BW]

"Hah-haaaaaa uhhhhhhh..."
Wiellste finally seems to register the Undead in front of her.
"O-oh. Y-you're Honored Dead, are you not? Please- please protect me! They are going to kill me, I know it! This place is nothing but danger, mortal mortal very killy danger! Please please don't leave me something is going to kill me here oh god."

Spoiler: Wiellste, who is... probably still broken (click to show/hide)

Name: Wiellste Gunsmithy

Description: A young Ethral, no taller than 4 feet tall. Her fur is unpatterned and a milky white. Usually wears a rather plain quilted brown silk cloak, and a polished copper mask with symmetrical, spiraling lines etched on the sides.

Goal: Wiellste is like many Ethral in that she seeks to gather knowledge about the world before all else. Though being an Ethral from Knot, her skills are largely more on the practical building side than the scholarly side. She isn't particularly invested in the teachings of the Tenebrous Church, but the idea of the spheres intrigues her, especially Balarim, with it's writings and technology.

Stats:
Str:  7
Dex: 12
Spe: 10
End:  8
Awa:  7
Cun: 15
Kno: 13
Ner: 11

Skills:
Weaponsmith 2
Diving 2
Pistol 1
Bore 1
Translate 1
Stealth 1

Inventory:
Silk cloak
Copper mask
Revolver 7/7

1 Fathom

[syvarris]

"Indeed I am, little one." Nyw responds, finally extending his hand to rest reassuringly on the moth's shoulder.  "Please, calm down.  I shall ensure no harm comes to you here, you have my honor.  However, in return, I request that you assist me.  You are the only individual to have professed skill with fine mechanical devices--a talent surely suited to your small form, but not to my own." Nyw says, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice as he waves a massive gauntleted hand in the air.

"...It can wait, if you still feel uncomfortable, little one.  I understand how shocked you must be, but fear not.  Soon this sudden venture will be but a mere memory, lessons learned and connections created."

[Egan_BW]

"I-I am not a proper mechanic, but I will do what I c-can to assist you, in exchange for protection. What is it that needs to be done?"

Spoiler: Wiellste, who is... probably still broken (click to show/hide)

Name: Wiellste Gunsmithy

Description: A young Ethral, no taller than 4 feet tall. Her fur is unpatterned and a milky white. Usually wears a rather plain quilted brown silk cloak, and a polished copper mask with symmetrical, spiraling lines etched on the sides.

Goal: Wiellste is like many Ethral in that she seeks to gather knowledge about the world before all else. Though being an Ethral from Knot, her skills are largely more on the practical building side than the scholarly side. She isn't particularly invested in the teachings of the Tenebrous Church, but the idea of the spheres intrigues her, especially Balarim, with it's writings and technology.

Stats:
Str:  7
Dex: 12
Spe: 10
End:  8
Awa:  7
Cun: 15
Kno: 13
Ner: 11

Skills:
Weaponsmith 2
Diving 2
Pistol 1
Bore 1
Translate 1
Stealth 1

Inventory:
Silk cloak
Copper mask
Revolver 7/7

1 Fathom

[syvarris]

"My deepest thanks, Wiellste." Nyw says, nodding, before tilting his head up and pointing to the bulky collar around his neck.  "I need you to examine this, and glean whatever information you may.  Do not worry for me, it poses little danger to my undead life; I merely wish to understand the device's function, and if possible, how I may remove similar collars from others.  I realize this is not where your expertise lies, but I trust you to give your best effort, little one."

[Egan_BW]

Wiellste seems to calm down a little given a concrete task, and an object to learn about.
"Okay, let me see, then."

Take a look at Nyw's collar. No touching. NO TOUCHING.
Just get an idea of the machine's function and how it might be removed.

Spoiler: Wiellste, master of poking the unknown and not exploding. hopefully (click to show/hide)

Name: Wiellste Gunsmithy

Description: A young Ethral, no taller than 4 feet tall. Her fur is unpatterned and a milky white. Usually wears a rather plain quilted brown silk cloak, and a polished copper mask with symmetrical, spiraling lines etched on the sides.

Goal: Wiellste is like many Ethral in that she seeks to gather knowledge about the world before all else. Though being an Ethral from Knot, her skills are largely more on the practical building side than the scholarly side. She isn't particularly invested in the teachings of the Tenebrous Church, but the idea of the spheres intrigues her, especially Balarim, with it's writings and technology.

Stats:
Str:  7
Dex: 12
Spe: 10
End:  8
Awa:  7
Cun: 15
Kno: 13
Ner: 11

Skills:
Weaponsmith 2
Diving 2
Pistol 1
Bore 1
Translate 1
Stealth 1

Inventory:
Silk cloak
Copper mask
Revolver 7/7

1 Fathom

[Parisbre56]

"Great!" Kara exclaimed, her tail bobbing up and down in excitement.
"Thank you! I promise you, I'll stay out of your way, it'll be like I'm not even here." she reassured Vikkan as she tried to find a spot for her that both had a good view and was out of the way (preferring the former over the later). That done, she got her notebook out and started scribbling in it.

"Since we're all talking about what we're good at, I think I should say I'm... not really good at anything, I haven't been trained in a trade."
In truth, she had been trained in management and public relations but she was never any good at it, so she didn't think creating any expectations from them by mentioning that would do any good.
"But I've read about a lot of stuff and I'm willing to learn!" she added quickly, not wanting to sound useless.
"I mean, I already learned a thing or two about travelling through caverns on foot from the group I was traveling with before... well, before all this." she added, making a gesture to their surroundings.
"I even got some equipment for it, a hook and some rope. I also have a rifle but I mostly just used it to keep the rats away while we were traveling. But it's better than nothing, right?"

After a few minutes of scribbling, Kara looks up from her notebook.
"Oh! Uh, so, does this bore have a name? I thought it was customary for bores to be named." she asks the ones gathered in the control room before she goes back to scribbling.

Spoiler: Kara's Diary (click to show/hide)

Entry #1

Dear Diary,

Oh, where should I begin? Well, I guess I should begin with introductions. Hi, New Diary!  Old Diary was unfortunately a bit too crumpled to write comfortably in. I'll try to straighten it out later, or maybe transcribe some of the pages here.

As for why poor Old Diary received such a harsh treatment... Well, remember how I said I was searching for a bore crew to take me with them on an adventure? Well, I got my wish, but not how I expected. Instead of finding a bore, a bore found me. By which I mean I was violently kidnapped while wandering around the streets. Haha, yeah, I guess I should be careful what I wish for.

I was ambushed, tied up and beaten rather badly (I'm still sore in places and my head still hurts, but thankfully nothing is broken) and then taken to an unknown location and forced to choose a bore I wanted to travel in. The choices were Industrial Bore (strong, good at drilling), Military Bore (armed and armoured, good at shooting) and Nomad Bore (quick, big and somewhat good at drilling). I chose the Military Bore (because I would prefer to have armour between me and wherever we're going) but it turns out this was a secret vote and I was outvoted. Most of the other abductees (yes, there are others) chose the Nomad Bore. It turns out this was a good idea, since it was the fastest. Because next thing I knew I had an Ethral Explosive Collar around my neck with the timer set to 24 hours.

The feeling of having your life constantly threatened is terrible. Oh, how I would love to be able to just forget about it. But it's so tight and so heavy and I don't know if it's my imagination but I think I can feel it ticking, vibrating. It's impossible to fully ignore it. This trip would have been everything I ever wanted if it wasn't for that thing. But I can't help thinking, "What if I accidentally jostle it while I sleep? What if the mechanism is faulty? What if...?"

<There is a scribble of a cartoonish corven looking at the giant collar around her neck with alarm. Right below it is a cartoonish explosion with a great big boom in its centre.>

Our captors explained that the only way to remove the collar was to complete the job before the time limit. And that job was to make our way to some ruins west of Mason and retrieve a certain Relic, a black sphere filled with inextinguishable fire. (I'm pretty sure that means it's an Antediluvian Artifact of some sort. I bet it would make a great Lamp for reading at night, though I'm pretty sure that's not why they want it.). And that if we did anything to displease them, they could remotely detonate our collars.

<There is a crude map of the location of the ruins and its relation to the nearby settlements. There's a drawing of a circle with a stylized flame inside it with 'Objective' written next to it and an arrow connecting it to the ruins. There's also a drawing of a stylized drill with 'Our bore. NAME?' written next to it and an arrow pointing to right below Anvil.>

I have no idea who those people are (church fanatics? some kind of cult? pirates?). I guess we'll find out more once we get to our destination. I think that object sounds familiar somehow. Maybe if I examine it it will help shine some light on why they want it that badly and by extension who they are.

However I do have an idea about why they chose us. The most obvious reason would be, they don't want to risk their own necks and want some slaves to take the risk for them, but I don't think it's as simple as that. From what I understand, most of us are people who wouldn't be missed if we were gone or people with very specific skills. (I think I belong to the first category, I don't think anybody from Goldshore will search for me in the other side of the Local Area. In fact, I don't think they even know who I am, they probably just saw an easy mark to pad out the crew.) So whatever that thing they want is, they want it badly enough to abduct people but they also want to hide its existence. (Perhaps to prevent any competitors from reaching it first?)

I mean, they have enough resources to acquire not one but THREE bores and yet with that kind of money they could probably hire a crew to do the job for them. Which makes you wonder what will happen to us when the job is done. Well, there's  always the chance they are just using the collars to motivate us to get the job done and will just let us go, but I don't think the odds of that are very high. It's much more likely they'll try to cover their tracks once the artifact is theirs. The question is, what can we do about it? Perhaps we could contact someone who can help? But how to do that without them noticing? They are constantly watching us. Maybe some of the others can help. But first I have to decide who I can trust.

There are a lot of people in our crew. Around 20, by my count, and that's not counting the people our 'Employers' sent to keep us in check. It's a bit exciting, seeing so many people of such different races up close. I've been mostly travelling with Humans and Corven, it would be nice to learn more about the other races from experience. But on the other hand I'm not sure I should get friendly with them or even if I should approach them. For all I know, some of them might be working for our 'Employers' (yes, I'm going to put quotes around it every time until they pay us or let us go!) and secretly watching us to make sure we don't try anything. But, I can't live in fear of that. I have to try to make connections if I am to survive.

<There is text written in large 3d font. 'Golden Rule 4: Contacts and favours can be more valuable than money.' Below it there is more text in normal font 'Corollary: Contacts and favours are a commodity and can be traded.'>

My first contact with them went well. I got them to introduce themselves (though I've already forgotten most of their names) and then got them to agree with my suggestion of following Journeyman's Path down to Mason. I'm currently in the bore's Control Room, which is near the top of the bore (woohoo! So exciting!). One of the Abducted called Vikkan (how the hell can humans pronounce these names!?) apparently has some experience as a driver. He's starting up the bore right now and he let me stay here and watch! He seems like a nice guy so far, but I'll wait until I've seen how he drives before I make a final judgement. After all, if I am to survive, we need to reach our destination as quickly as possible while remaining uninjured, so for now that is the highest priority. If he turns out to be icompetent, then I might need to find a way to convince the others to replace him. But I'm pleased with him so far, so that hopefully won't be necesssary.

<There's a crude drawing of a man with a handlebar mustache and a diagonal scar across his face fliping a lever while staring at some control station.>

There's also other competent looking people here. There's a moleman called Frax (again with those unpronouncable names!) that looks like a pretty reasonable and pretty tough guy. I feel like I should stay close to him (prefferably behind him ). And yet I've heard the rumors about molement, so I'm not sure how safe getting too close to him will be. If the rumors ARE true, then hopefully he'll at least be wise enough to refrain from doing anything weird while we're on a life or death situation.

And then there's Adam (at last, a name I can pronounce!). He looks intelligent but he also looks like a church follower, so.... I don't know. Granted, MOST humans are church followers, but in this sort of situation being a church follower is somewhat suspicious. Then again, maybe the knowledge of the church will be nough to give us an edge in this situation. After all, their little black book is supposed to have all sorts of advice about the deep. (Note to self: try to get your hands on a black book. Legally, if possible.) I guess time will tell.

Whew! That was a long one, but a lot of things happened so I thought it best to catch you up.

Until next time,
Kara