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[TALLPANZER]

Brother Jonathan stepped onto the Astral Kraken and spent some time teaching unarmed combat and the teachings of the silver flame.

[retromach]

The large mithral bar was loaded into the cargo hold, along with the robot. Crew returned to their beds, and began to rest. Kayto pulled the ship up and away from the facility. By morning, you could see the distant sunrise over a curved horizon, rising from between a pair of yellow-grey mountains.

Kayto pulled the ship down, and the skiff returned. Refreshed, you were ready to consider the facility again.

[Bill Chompski]

Detlas is up early, as always. Following his regular morning walk (or patrol) around the ship, he heads to his quarters to exercise.

While this is his normal schedule, he's waiting for orders.

[Weirdsound]

Hel-Shredder waits at the skiff, making final preparations for a return to the facility. "Alright. I'm thinking we need to sweep this whole damn place for Zombies before we work on getting the Mithril out," the Hobgoblin admits, "who wants to take point?"

[JaxtalMK2]

"I'll lead off, better I take hits than the rest of you." Dullahan said calmly. "And it usually is wise to clear an entire location of hostiles before trying to do something large and cumbersome."

[Weirdsound]

Hel-Shredder nods. "If we do find more, all I ask is that you try not to charge in before I get a spell off! While the magic I've prepared for today should be good at dealing with groups of Zombies, it is not going to be safe to use if my allies and enemies are clashing in melee."

Spells Prepared: (Grease x2, Thunderwave x1)

[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella will have restocked her arrows. "I do not plan on it."

[Bill Chompski]

Detlas waits at the skiff with the others, armoured once again. The man is silent, offering no conversation as he awaits the send off.

[Weirdsound]

Hel-Shredder pilots the skiff down to the surface once more. Upon touching down and getting the party through the air-lock, he examines the two doors leading deeper into the facility. "I guess we should try the door we didn't get to yesterday..." The Hobgoblin muses, before gesturing for Dullahan to lead the way.

Nervous following yesterday's Zombie ambush, Hel-Shredder points his wand at the unexplored door, readying himself to cast Grease on anything nasty that might be waiting on the other side.

[TALLPANZER]

Brother Jonathan stood near Mr. Shredder and readied to use the silver flame on the first zombie he could see.

[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella would keep her bow out, keeping it lightly drawn with an arrow. "Keep in mind they may have dedicated security automatons--the one we encountered was to aid in mining, and that was already a major threat."

[retromach]

The magic alarms had now silenced, leaving only the eerie thundering of broken down industrial machines towards the rear of the facility. You enter into a domestic area with a set of sleeping alcoves, waste facilities, and a galley. It looks like they'd run out of food at some point. Among personal effects, you find clothes and uniforms, largely, and trinkets and keepsakes. None seems particularly valuable, but they might collectively make 30 galifars if sold to a collector of curiosities.

Other than that, you found little of value save a hand-held mechanical tool. Seeming at first to unfold into a pair of pliers, a quick investigation revealed a variety of tools accessibly by re-folding the device into numerous patterns, the purposes of some of which were inscrutable. Either way, it's compact form seemed to fit a full toolkit into itself. This set of Tinker's Tools would likely sell for 100 galifars in Sharn.

[Weirdsound]

Hel-Shredder spends a moment examining the Tinker's tools, before offering it to Dullahan. "Might want to hold onto this while we are exploring this place. I'll bet it might work better on the local machines then the tool-set you brought with you!"

[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella raises a brow, but does not challenge it.

[Bill Chompski]

Jundar wordlessly moves with the group, occasionally stopping briefly to inspect this or that.