What happened next.   Posted by Failed GM.Group: archive 0
Failed GM
 GM, 225 posts
 A struggling GM who
 Turns Coffee into Story
Thu 10 May 2018
at 10:41
What happened next
OOC: Let's see what happened afterwards...
Final Command
 player, 187 posts
 Bazian Jack who
 Battles Automatons
Mon 21 May 2018
at 07:51
What happened next
Molfeen Sheb-sen, Final Command, stood and hugged Car40la back, then hugged Hound, scratching him around his crystals.  She then smiled, and wondered if the nanites knew what joy was.  "Come on everyone.  Let's go find home."  She stayed a little while, contemplating her enemy's fallen form, recovering her strength enough to leave.  It was all the memorial he deserved.

Ormakal's body could lie in isolation, amongst the ruins of his empire, until he crumbled to dust.

She tarried a little longer, searching through the rubble for anything she could bring back for the nanites, for her mother, and for the Weal - trapped automatons, useful cyphers or artifacts, anything needful for the journey back.

Molfeen came out of the city, feeling very serene, seeking the pyramid core who'd brought her here.  "Time to find my mother, and then, the Weal.  She's lived alone for a long time; maybe she'd like to try to live amongst others for a while."  She spoke her needs out loud, where she had once had to be silent, giddy, understandably, at surviving.  Would her mother have detected what she was doing here?  Molfeen hoped so.

[Private to Failed GM: OOC:
02:49, Today: Final Command rolled 12 using 2d6+4.  2nd and 3rd recovery roll.

02:50, Today: Final Command rolled 7 using 1d20.  Search for Numenera (S).
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Failed GM
 GM, 226 posts
 A struggling GM who
 Turns Coffee into Story
Sun 27 May 2018
at 21:39
What happened next
Two days have passed since the group defeated Ormakal the Mind and shattered the Astarian war effort. Although in a way nothing has been solved, they have undoubtedly achieved much: though the Weal still suffers just as the day before this, there's a hope. A dangerous hope. That much is on the mind of Molfeen Sheb-sen when she is not busy with more pressing matters.

But right now, she is indeed in the middle of something. Before leaving the palace, she and C40arla looked for useful "stuff". After looking unsuccessfully among the rubble and the remains of the palace, an exhausted Fin happened to notice something staring right at her: the Mind. The powers of Ormakal were in part natural, or as natural as a disembodied floating head cabled to a body gets, but they were enhanced immensely by mechanical contraptions and connections to the datasphere their possessor had added methodically to itself. For the last two hours, the pair have been sitting at the workbench trying to separate the medulla oblongata from... something else.

Clack

Gloop

Squish

Bzzzt

It has come out. It's a shining metallic cube of a very strong blue colour, the size of an adult hand. It's covered in the Mind's strange blood, and it's heavy, much heavier than it appears.  Fin cannot understand how someone could have inserted this into a brain and lived, much less gained powers from, but no matter, it's there.

[Private to Final Command: To understand what you have extracted, Fin must pass a L4 intellect task. Please tell me if you want cyphers or if you want to build an artifact, and in that case, more or less what you think Fin can build (I can also come up with stuff if you want to leave it to me).

Fin also gains 8 XP after finishing this section of the adventure, which you can describe as you want and apply according to the rules.
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Final Command
 player, 189 posts
 Bazian Jack who
 Battles Automatons
Thu 19 Jul 2018
at 10:07
What happened next
Molfeen feels her lips stretching in a smile, despite the exhaustion and fear and abrupt relief from stress that had been with her for so long.  The Mind and the cube within gave her an idea, and perhaps between her own experiences and that of the nanospirits, they would be able to not just give them a home, but do what she had set out to do: save the Weal.

Whatever the nanospirits would be able to do to change or eliminate the virus that gnawed at the heart of the Weal, it would never be the same - they had said as much, and no one who was wounded remained the same.  Not her mother.  Not her.  Not even C40arla.  But for her friends she could offer something while the nanospirits crafted a new, safer Weal.  Memory.

It seemed fitting for what had come from a mind.  And for those of the Weal, whose memories were stored in the kinds of matrices most vulnerable to the virus, to heal might be to lose everything that they were.  She wanted to save their thoughts and experiences so that they could find them again once the virus had been vanquished.

The memory of her family had given Final Command a purpose.  It had sustained her mother.  She could give no less to those who had placed their trust in her.

[Private to GM: 04:57, Today: Final Command rolled 20 using 1d20.  Understanding the cube (2E), Numenera (S).  I'd like to be able to "upload" the memories of the Weal into the cube so that they could be retrieved after the nanospirits are done with their remodeling.  I'll use 4XP to do so, along with the roll.  If there's any other useful bits left over, I'll see if me or C40arla can make something of them; I might need some extra tricks to get home safely.  I'll use the other 4 XP to fill my stat pools some more.]
Failed GM
 GM, 228 posts
 A struggling GM who
 Turns Coffee into Story
Tue 20 Aug 2019
at 14:41
What happened next
The voyage back to the Weal has taken a long while, even with the assistance granted by Astaria's freed citizens. Not everyone was thankful at finding themselves freed, but some were, and they helped build a sturdy ship, loaded with food for the trip and with a few useful cyphers and machines. Navae Marica was a tough sail, although having fresh water at hand helped much.

The people of the Weal did not want to believe Fin, not at first. And some of them were beyond help: they had lost all hope, or they were beyond mechanical repairs. Some had surrendered themselves to the sands, or sought the Iron Wind. Things looked grim. GSCDC is still here, but they can't fathom that she has returned, but Fin is here, with the cube. Miraculous, dense little thing, capable of holding so much knowledge, even with Ormakal's life already stored. It could say so much, and listen so well.

[Private to Final Command: Fin is back with Ormakal's cube, and things are more-or-less how she left them, or the way you want them to be now. What do you do? Fin has two extra cyphers and you can choose what they are. You can also choose what the machines she brought back are.]
Final Command
 player, 192 posts
 Bazian Jack who
 Battles Automatons
Sat 7 Sep 2019
at 09:54
What happened next
Fin smiled at the only home she had ever known, even as she knew it would never be the same.  She might be lucky and able to retrieve some memory, rebuild some forms from the sand, but there was no guarantee.  She would have to save what she could.

"You sent me to find a solution to save the Weal.  I have found that, and much more.  I have a solution.  I have a cure.  I have found the source, the mind behind it all.  And now that mind will heal what it can."  Fin will spend her time to build the vaccine and download it into the Weal, seeing how that works first.  She'll help any automaton still damaged in any repair she can manage, and seek out those who had only recently deactivated to see if there was anything she could do for them.  Once that was done, she would put the knowledge repository in a good spot to grow, then see who wished to help work on the shielding module for the  Weal.  It could certainly use more defenses...

And then, if at all possible, she wanted to send a message to her mother, to let her know that Molfeen had succeeded in removing the threat that had parted them so many years ago.  Perhaps now they can meet and live together for a time, in the Weal or out, both person and automaton, flesh and machine, guardians of each other.