Day vine inspects the inside of the box to see if there is a means to bring the spheres back inside....
“Perhaps opening the box was a bad idea...”


Today: Day Vine rolled 21 using 1d20+7.  Identify artifact
This message was last edited by the player at 00:47, Wed 02 June 2021.

The owl joins the vine in scrutinizing the inside of the box, specifically the glimpsed item(s) within...

RPoL Dice Roller:

18:35, Today: Iatros rolled 19 using 1d20+10.  Perception (+1 Rank, +3 Class Skill, +6 Wisdom Mod): Items in Box.
18:35, Today: Iatros rolled 16 using 1d20+5.  Use Psionic Device (+1 Rank, +3 Class Skill, +1 Charisma Mod): If/when needed for item(s) in box.

As Kitty and RG try to grab the little machines, they smell an odd scent coming off of them that causes their minds to feel a little cloudy and dizzy, though it doesn't seem to hamper them much as they now have the two beeping and whirling automatons in their hands. The little robots, each in turn look at their respective capturers, their red eyes focusing on them, and stab out with their tiny blades, but, even at such close range, they are unable to penetrate either Kitty or RG's defenses.

Looking inside the box for some possible clues, all Day Vine sees in the padded box is a well made ancient knife, an envelope, and an oddly thick ring, to determine what the ring does will require another check and opening the envelope to read its contents will, both, take another action. Though Iatros sees the items as well, there's no new information gleaned from the items or the box.

Y'all are up.

05:38, Today: Irradiated Cloud rolled 13,9 using d20,d20+3.  mysterious effect.

05:42, Today: Irradiated Cloud rolled 23 using 1d20+7.  mysterious effect.

05:43, Today: Irradiated Cloud rolled 11,-2,16,-1 using d20+3,d3-4,d20+3,d3-4.  Attack/damage. -2 to hit makes it an 9 and a 14

quote:

Grappled: A grappled creature is restrained by a creature, trap, or effect. Grappled creatures cannot move and take a –4 penalty to Dexterity. A grappled creature takes a –2 penalty on all attack rolls and combat maneuver checks, except those made to grapple or escape a grapple. In addition, grappled creatures can take no action that requires two hands to perform. A grappled character who attempts to cast a spell or use a spell-like ability must make a concentration check (DC 10 + grappler’s CMB + spell level, see Concentration), or lose the spell. Grappled creatures cannot make attacks of opportunity.

A grappled creature cannot use Stealth to hide from the creature grappling it, even if a special ability, such as hide in plain sight, would normally allow it to do so. If a grappled creature becomes invisible, through a spell or other ability, it gains a +2 circumstance bonus on its CMD to avoid being grappled, but receives no other benefit.

“Iatros if you open the letter I will examine the ring...”


Today: Day Vine rolled 15 using 1d20+7.  Identify artifact .

In reply to Day Vine (msg # 50):

Just to make you aware, I'll take 3 rounds to identify the ring

Kitty unsure what to do with this little thing in her hand, "Ok this think is super cute but it looks like it can actually cause some injury.  Any suggestions other than trying to break it?"  Kitty asks those around as this is not her specialty.

"Please give me just a moment, dear Kitty, and I will see..."

The owl opens the envelope and reads the contents...

Just need RG to post to advance the story.

Day Vine, are you going to continue trying to identify the object or do something else?
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"Maybe we can stuff them into a container and close it until we can know more about them." RG-318 suggested as he looked for something to hold the pair of them, beside the orb they were in.

Day Vine sits down on a stool to start sussing out the object's function while Iatros opens the envelope that was inside. Opening it, there seems to be a small card that has an icon on it of a sylized man with arms outstretched above him and his legs pointed downward. A halo of energy surrounds his right hand. As she looks at it, it lights up and begins speaking in an language you only half understand. Thank you for your asdasdf, the card says, of the Climber's asdfasdff. We at aasdfasdfg wish you asdbaagaasd adfasd fadf. That's all you get in 6 seconds.

Meanwhile Kitty and RG-318 continue to hold on to their little buddies as they look for somewhere to put them. Not really seeing anything that is adiquite, the robots continue to struggle against their captors. The one in Kitty's hands is still unable to find purchase, but the one in RG's hands jabs him for a minimumal damage

RG you take 1 point of non lethal damage.

04:56, Today: Irradiated Cloud, on behalf of Day Vine, rolled 14 using 2d20, dropping the highest dice only.  Maintain Grapple.

04:54, Today: Irradiated Cloud, on behalf of Kitty, rolled 8 using 2d20, dropping the highest dice only.  Maintain Grapple.

04:59, Today: Irradiated Cloud rolled 12,-2 using 1d20+1,d2-4.  Crit confirm/damage.

04:58, Today: Irradiated Cloud rolled 20,-2 using 1d20+1,d2-4.  Attack/damage.

04:58, Today: Irradiated Cloud rolled 3,-2 using 1d20+1,d2-4.  Attack/damage.

Okay, looking at their stats, there's no way they are going to get free, since the maintain grapple is +5 right off the bat and that's their CMD, I'm going to say y'all have pinned these little dudes so that they are not a threat.

The little robots are firmly in the hands of Kitty and RG as the card continues to play and between the images and RG's knowledge base, this is what's called a Climber's Buddy. The metal ring automatically resizes to fit snugly on whatever finger it is placed on. Everyday, so long as the outer part of the ring is spun for 5 minutes, it will reverse gravity when the wearer falls more than 5 feet to the point that they won't take any damage from the fall. You all figure you could sell this, if you wanted to, for about a thousand domars. The knife is a advanced weapon that uses strange alloys that the beings of today haven't figured out how to make. It gives the user a +1 technology bonus to attack and damage, but otherwise functions as a dagger. It could be sold for about 350 domars, but you could give this to a blacksmith and in 1d6 months, the town would be able to make advanced bladed weapons for the party to buy in the future. Yes, you could sell it and get the domars, but giving it away will advance society.

Here's where I'm opening up a little mechanic to advance the village of the Well of Hope. PL4 items can be given to the town to reverse engineer. Generally this takes 1d6 months or the party can help this along with three successful Know (engineering) checks vs the craft DC of the item.

As you are looking over the new items, the sounds of three beings can be heard coming down the stairs into the basement area.

Enter: Arktos, Lord Rabab, Slash, and Woodendale

Kitty with all of this waits to see what the others think to do holding the little robot.  She  does look towards where the new people are coming from.  Although for most part she is completely oblivious.

Perception - 8


20:06, Today: Kitty rolled 8 using 1d20+4.  Perctption.

"Ragggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!"

A huge elephant with a ridiculously huge axe flew into the room, eyes darting angrily and not seeing anything to kill.

Every thing seemed well in hand, so he sheepishly rested his huge form on the weapon, his wings fluttering momentarily before folding into themselves.

He spied the other adventurers, and relaxed a bit, speaking up with a deep baritone.

"Looks like you have everything well in hand then? Nothing worth killing?"
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After taking care of the little robots by tying heavy wire around it, RG-318 looked over the items that had been found. "This ring and knife can be rather useful and we might be able to reverse engineer them for the community. Let us give it to the community and offer our services to help better understand them. The metallurgy of the knife along will help produce better weapons." he said, going into the details of what he can determine.

With the arrival of the new members to the group, RG introduced himself "I am RG-318, pleased to meet you."

17:00, Today: RG-318 rolled 24 using 1d20+8.  K: Engineering knife.

16:59, Today: RG-318 rolled 18 using 1d20+8.  K: Engineering ring. 

“Indeed, they have everything in hand, err paw as it were……this ring appears to function on a similar principle of an environmental generator, but the microzation would make it difficult, perhaps as a belt?”

"Ah, a sentient statue! Such beings are rare where I come from, RG-318.
It is good to meet one of you."

His voice was booming. Perhaps understandable, given his huge frame, and he gestured wildly when speaking.

I am Lord Obmud, slayer of the skies, doom of the Rhinos, and heir to Rat-Tax-Ice.
"

He tapped his oddly colored oversized axe for that last bit and studied each person briefly in turn. He gave a brief nod, as though he was silently weighing their worth. In truth he had no idea about any of them: he found reading other species body language a minor nightmare. How did you gesticulate properly without wings or a trunk?

May our endeavors make us all fat and prosperous.
Should a threat arise,  you will find my axe ready to defend you.

I'm afraid I can help little with the ring though.
My people are mighty warriors, but we know little of the ancient magics.

He shrugged.

The owl looks up from the items as the newcomers enter, and gives a friendly nod.

"Well met.  I am Iatros.  'Peace be unto you.'"

"Were you also invited here, or are you among those who invited us here?"

"And I am Kitty."  Kitty offers her name as well observing all the new comers with an awe of fascination.  Definitely the way she was raised closeted her against some of the things whe will see by the look on her face.

A life sized weather beaten statue of an elf walks slowly into the room.  In one hand he has a large wooden shield.  In the other nothing.  It a bit hard to work out where his body starts and wooden armor he has on stops.  The paint used on him is faded but a new and strong layer of varnish covers him.

He turns to the others.
Hello, my name is Woodendale.  I am sorry we are late.  There was a little confusion about where we where going.  It seems the old saying an elephant never forgets is not something to be remembered around here.

Woodendale looks sideways at Lord Obmud and shakes his head.

Does anybody need any assistants.

Obmud trumpeted lightly in disdain and laughter. This was clearly not the first barb he'd received from the elf.


"Bah! A pity there are no mutant dogs around to mark you as their territory."

Woodendale eyes up Kitty and Iatros.

Knowing you.  I am sure you will try to get these innocent looking cat and owl to do your dirty work as there are no mutts around to do your bidding.

Day Vine is currently sporting the ring on a finger, still admiring the inertial charger and dampening effect …

“Say now this is something…”

Approaches Woodendale…

“I had taken you as a droid at first glance, but scent tells the tale….”


“You cannot be late, we were never expecting you…”

RG-318's eyes flew open at the comment from Lord Obmud. "You mean there are more of my kind? Where? As far as I can tell I was the only one to escape before the base was destroyed when the reactor decided to imitate a glowing gopher." he said

"Our people have records of yours, but honestly, I didn't pay much attention: they were pretty boring. I much preferred tales of battle, glory, and conquest.. and practicing with my axe even more.

There was one brief time our tribe encountered a speaking metal being. We traded something, but I was a boy at the time.

This would have been the frozen wastes. Oh, about...." He thought about it, pointed one way, and then pointed another, then a third. "Forgot to carry the two".

Finally, he nodded and pointed in a direction he felt was correct.

"I think it would be around 1200 miles that way? Give or take a few hundred miles?
"

"Of course there are more of your kind" the Sleeth known as Articania says as she walks down the stairs to the crowded basement. "There's even tell that there is an entire alliance dedicated to your kind as well as misguided beings that even worship the Created. Oh my!" she says as she sees the little robots that are in the hands of Day Vine and Kitty, "Those are most interesting little things. Hopefully I can figure out how to fix them, because I think they are personal security robots. They are supposed to protect a specific person, so they may think that you lot did something with them. Poor little things," she says in a motherly way. "Did you find anything interesting in the box other than those little guys?"