The final Storm Trooper hits the deck and breathes his last.

"Dutuy done..." he sighs.

Uthor hauls his axe out of the body.

James now has the time to tend to the wounded, though he now has both Conrad and Doro of Mya to deal with/choose between (OOC:  You're in the golden hour now, make the most of it).

Under the orders of Captain Longthrow, the remaining agent is placed in the cargo hold (in a cell beside Ragnar).

All told, only one Gnome was lost on your side to 6 Storm Troopers, 1 517 Agent and Mirewood on the other side.

There are a total of 4 AutoGnomes now (3 with built-in repeater carbines) and 2 Servitors.  These do not appear to take any notice of what has happened.  They continue to follow the AutoGnomes, wind them and respond to explicit (but simple) commands from Gnomes.


While cleaning the bodies of Commander Schtock's troops off the upper deck and packing the G-PAG for travel, a funny thing happens.

The entire ship seems to shimmer and glow reddish, and for a second you swear that the island you just left was not wooded, but covered from end to end by a massive industrial fortress with walls, cannon and tall spires spewing smoke.

An instant later the island is as you remember it and the only thing showing over the water is the moon.

Presumably, Conrad and Doro are brought to the infirmary so that James has access to his tools.

After an hour or so of preparing the ship to get underway, sweeping for further intruders and dealing with the corpses, Olek orders the rest of you into the infirmary to debrief.

In reply to GM (msg # 1):

Before I commend you on an amazing show of heroism, combat prowess, hard-headedness and all-out Gnomish duty in the light of amazing odds: would it be too much to ask YOUR side of what in the hells just went down here?

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 2):

Venturing a guess?

The magneto helmet that I had previously worn is a gateway to some sort of alternate reality featuring a gnomish empire largely similar to the one you all so dutifully serve. In procuring the helmet and accessing its powers so wontonly (that's potentially my bad), we likely alerted the other reality to our presence.

This was exacerbated during our previous reality hopping adventure where I fell into the second reality/Reach, and Connie had to helm up and rescue me.

Time passes, the other reality decides they want their doom helmet back, and they launch an incursion against us to do it.

The rest is just blood and math.

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 3):

Stop harassing my patients.

James says fixing Olek with a look that would curdle milk.

In reply to James (msg # 4):

Between coughing fits, Conrad manages to explain what little he knows.

"The island had an Imperial artifact storage facility on it, where apparently someone had been gathering the body parts of a long-dead and dismembered necromancer. Since it had been compromised and the items were at risk, I triggered its self-destruct and buried the most dangerous artifacts amid the rubble."

He motions to the artifacts he had saved.

"These are the less-dangerous items, which I recovered for shipment back to the Empire. I hope the next storage site is hardened better than this one was."

"Alveris has the right of it, I believe. The helmet we recovered from the Reach has some link to a parallel reality slightly different from out own. That Empire is far more militant than ours, and has developed advanced technology that the agent we arrested claims we've been stealing. Technology like the autognomes, which I'd never seen before we ran into Jeeves aboard the Reach."

He shakes his head.

"I don't think we'd do that, but the traitor might, and to those in the other world, there'd be no difference between his forces and our own."

Conrad pauses to cough a bit more.

"The new fey is named Doro, and seems to have been exiled to that island for some reason. I assume Alveris or James knows more about him, but I will say that he was very helpful during our stay on the island. It's completely infested with recaps and sheep, and neither are friendly."

"The Templar forces were dead before we got there, and with the fortress destroyed they have no reason to come back."

He scratches his beard.

"The thing I can't figure out is how these jackboots got onto our ship in the first place. If the helmet is what does the teleporting, and we have it, how'd they get here? And how can we secure something that might exist in two places at once?"
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In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 5):

Shut up Connie

James says hastily holding an ether rag to render him unconscious.

This is going to be... unpleasant.

Make yourself useful or back to the bridge, don't you have mooks to boss around... or something.

Minute 0

He looks around the sick bay as inhabited as it has ever been he sighs heavily.  Looking more like a dance than surgery he begins.

You brave dumb son of a bitch.  He says as Connie's eyes close.

He immediately digs into Conrad pulling out bullets suturing wounds administering disinfectant.

Healing 10

OK. on to the next one

He gracefully pirouettes over to doro grabbing some sterile gauze along the way.

Minute 10

He nimbly bandages the fey lordling humming while he works

Healing 8 

He then turns his attention to Alveris who has been talking the entire time but James has not noticed.

Minute 20

He gracefully grabs Alveris' hand and with a passable fey dance step spins the tantric troubadour into a chair [fey dance 4].

He cuts off the fey's tactile neck resulting in a wall of curses in myriad languages he quickly picks out Alveris' mostly superficial wounds and stitches a deeper wound in his chest that took the brunt of the shotgun blast.

Healing 10

He then helps Alveris up and kicks him out of the infirmary.

Minute 30

/ooc so if I have this correctly its a heal with a raise for everyone.  Meaning Alveris removes two wounds, Conrad removes two wounds, Doro is as stabilized as he is going to get./ooc
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In reply to James (msg # 6):

Olek ignores the Fey.

Something happened to the Spring, aye, though what I'm not sure.  There was a red light, and the world seemed to shimmer just like that thrice-damned helmet of Alveris'.

Just after that, the crewmen topside started shouting about a fortress appearing on the island, and soon after that we were boarded.

This Mirewood character demanded we surrender and turn over the helmet.

I refused, but if it weren't for your timely arrival they might have broken into the code room and taken it.

Olek shivers.

I don't like that thing and I don't want it on my boat.  However, that's not up to me.  What IS up to me is that I can safely say we've accomplished our mission and can return to port.  What we do with the remaining invader in that time is up for debate.

He glares angrily at the items Conrad shows him.

Do any of you know what these things are?  Or if they're dangerous?

In reply to Olek Longthrow (msg # 7):

Conrad, once he regains consciousness, explains to Olek what the various items do. Except for the maps in the scroll cases and the pouch of dust, which he has no idea what they do. He also shows him the manual he took from the facility which detailed what they were and which ones were to be taken vs. destroyed.

He will also try to figure out if any of the armor worn by the stormtroopers, agents, or other enemies is better than his, and if so, appropriate it along with a shield and a shotgun.
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In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 8):

The Storm Trooper's armor, the Gnomish sailors report as they clean up the bodies, is not really seperable from the Storm Troopers themselves.  Indeed they appear to be half Gnome half machine, with armor and other equipment built into them.

The shields, axes and shotguns, however, are removable.

The 517 Agents armor is less integrated, though the goggles they wear appear to be.

In reply to GM (msg # 9):

OOC: Is the agent armor better than what I'm already wearing? What about the guy on the roof of the sub, who had slightly different armor?

"These cybernetics are... disconcerting."

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 10):

The 517 Operative armor is built for stealth, it provides a penalty to be hit with ranged weapons in the dark and has integrated knife wrist-holsters.  It also has a "stealth pack" that can provide limited camoflage ability.  Exactly how it works will probably take Sven some time.

It provides no armor, however.

In reply to GM (msg # 11):

Conrad asks Sven to figure out if the stealth pack can be adapted to the armor he's already wearing, but otherwise considers it to be useful "for other people."

When he has a spare moment, he combs through his kit and weeds out some of the more bulky items, returning his pistols and harpoon guns and mundane axes to the armory and the scimitar to the pile of artifacts for safekeeping.
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In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 12):

So, that was a lot of questions and commentary. Let's approach this in pieces.

First- Doro is a Fey in much the same boat as Jamie and I. No small importance to the court- in fact, arguably more important than we are, and with almost no likelihood of returning based on the current interests and machinations of the court.

Second- I'm surprisingly familiar with some of those objects. The magic bag you've got, if i'm not mistaken, is of particular familiarity to me.

Alveris takes a pinch of powder and drops it over a nondescript gnome.

"You want to go get me a sandwich"
"I want to go get you a sandwich"
"Go get me a sandwich"
"Let me get you a sandwich"

The nondescript gnome scurries off to get Alveris a sandwich.

Yup. Dust of Compliance.

Alveris smirks takes a generous pinch and tucks it into his pocket.

What? It's for personal use.

Third- I'm reasonably certain you're holding the Chalice of Titania, which is basically the ambiguous Fey cup of whatever the hell you want. It basically gives you licence to do whatever you want.  You know, day of the week depending.

So uh, apparently you discovered a pretty significant Fey tomb. ..You didn't happen to find any scrolls in there, did you?

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 13):

"We might have," Conrad says, scratching his beard thoughtfully. "I thought they were map cases, but they could contain scrolls, as well. Uthor was carrying them."

"But why would a fey tomb be in the same place as an Imperial artifact storage facility? Did we just... build one over the tomb?"

He grins slightly.

"That's brilliant!" he begins, then notices the expression on his allies faces. "I mean, as far as inappropriate, disrespectful actions go."
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In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 14):

..Did you just huff some paint? Want to fill the rest of us in?

In reply to Alveris Alderis (msg # 15):

"What are you talking about? You're the one who mentioned a tomb, not me. We found all these things in the Imperial storage facility. I have no idea how they got there initially."

He narrows his eyes slightly.

"And don't start throwing that dust about the crew. How long does it last?"

In reply to Conrad Deepsavior (msg # 16):

*shrug*

Less than a lot, more than a little? Variety is the spice of life Connie. Buck up.

We survived somehow, again, and we've got a buttload of Fey artifacts. The bigger question now is what do we want to do with them? Do we want to call the Fey court?

Do we want to study them?

And what the heck happened to the ship we were supposed to be chasing?