"Well, at least I have one of you lot on board," Jace says, with a chuckle. "For those who don't know, the Gatewatch was assembled to put an end to threats to the entire multiverse before they get out of hand. On Kaladesh, we worked with a group of anti-government rebels to overthrow the totalitarian regime ruling the plane, after we discovered that that regime was tied to several evil masterminds of the multiverse. I wouldn't be here, asking for your assistance, if it wasn't important. We're short-staffed, or we'd handle it ourselves."
Alloy cocks his head, curious at the current exchange. The past several days are fuzzy in his mind, and he doesn't remember any of these people he has assembled with. The name "Jace" sounds like it should spark a memory inside his circuits, but all he has is a dull fuzz. Should he feel this curious? Is this a normal feeling for a steel automaton? He guesses he should follow these, what should he call them - instincts?
"I am at your service," he says with a bow, his mechanical features shimmering in an unnatural light. There is more beneath his surface than what was hinted in this fight, he just wishes he knew or understood what that meant exactly.
The sudden resurgence of the now nude Marcellus doesn't cause Vojmir undue stir. Though his words are unexpected. Clearly the Marcellus had been doing more than his rough exterior suggested if he vouched for this mysterious Jace. An odd and rustic fellow he was turning out to be. The automaton likewise proved easily persuaded. Or perhaps there was some other reason the metal man had for wanting to help Jace that Vojmir couldn't fathom from his hard surface.
"Young doesn't really seem to describe myself," Vojmir's lips twitch into a smile, "Though I will admit traversing the Multiverse is new. What trust can I place in you that there even is some great threat. The people here seem oblivious. Things seem not peaceful but...stable. Most planes are much the same..." An edge creeps into his voice as the smile fades, "Not all of course. But the troubles they have are their own. Perhaps you see a plot where none exists. Or..." Vojmir stops as a hand brushes over his face, "Forgive me. Speculation is hardly helpful. What or who could possibly be so threatening and why do you think we can help with it."
Orion, still grinning from the glory and sport of it all, replaying the event in his head while tending to Lyca. Finally focuses in on the topic at hand. "Well if that caliber of warrior vouches for you then what you offer can't be all bad." He looks around and laughs a booming laugh, "Well Lyca and I are up for any challenge, no foe to great can stop us. Isn't that right girl?"
Jace thanks Orion and Ally, then turns his attention to Vojmir. He closes his eyes after Vojmir's questioning, eyelids briefly glowing a faint blue. "You are from Innistrad, are you not, Vojmir? Your home plane's struggles play a key role in this threat to the multiverse. I was there just a few months ago, along with the rest of my Gatewatch companions. I trust you are familiar with the source of Innistrad's strife?"
"Madness took hold. Avacyn and her angels turned on her flock. And her church fled to false teachings and paranoia. Deranged cults appeared across the land. So I am familiar with it but the source..." He pauses in his blunt portrayal of the state of the plane, hesitating. "Some....vast creature led an army upon Thraben and her people. I'm told that even Olivia and her spawn stood in it's defense. Much of the plane is in ruin. I had heard that some wanders had come to the cities aid but Thalia left absent your description."
"Yes, that is correct. The vast creature you describe was an Eldrazi Titan, a being named Emrakul. The Gatewatch killed two of its titanic kin, Ulamog and Kozilek, on Zendikar, but Emrakul was somehow summoned to Innistrad to wreak havoc. She is currently trapped in Innistrad's silver moon, and I thought the Eldrazi threat to the multiverse was defeated. That is, until I returned to Ravnica and discovered what is, if my suspicions are accurate, a troubling development." Jace looks around the room before continuing. "Are any of you at all familiar with Ravnica?"
"Nope!" Marcellus replied loudly as he walked out of the washing room. He grabbed a fresh towel on his way over and proceeded with the ritual or drying and dressing. "I've only been to Innistrad, Kaladesh, and here. Don't know about these bumbles though." Marcellus says with a flippant wave toward the others. "I'll go where you need me Jace, I trust your moral compass more than mine."
Marcellus takes a seat and looks over his fighting compatriots, "Is no one else going to bathe? That disgusting." He says with a mix of sarcasm and nonchalance.
"Thank you, Marcellus. I appreciate that," Jace says raising his hood again. "I can't stay much longer. I have to return to my office on Ravnica."
He waves his hand towards all of you, blue light emanating from his open palm. Instantly you all get a view of a domed building, covered in a mix of brown and orange tiles, stained glass in the windows. Leading up to the structure, you notice a smooth pathway, lined with 10 stone signposts with strange symbols on each, arches overhanging the street.
"That is an image of the Transguild Promenade, the headquarters of the Guildpact. My sanctum is in that domed building at the Promenade's end. Meet me there and I will discuss further details." With that, Jace's eyes light up and he disappears from the locker room in a flash, having planeswalked back to Ravnica.
Vojmir mulls over Jace's words after he had planeswalked away. A threat to another plane from the Eldrazi. He didn't owe Jace or these people any favors but could he truly feign innocence if he stood by and did nothing. He had his suspicions that the other man wasn't being entirely forthright but it didn't change the fact that this Ravnica was in danger. "If the rest of you are going, then I suppose I will as well. It may be that we can do something to aid them."
"It seems like everyone's silence shows they are on board! I do have one problem with this though..." Marcellus looked toward everyone. "I don't know how to control my planeswalking."
Marcellus turns toward the door. "I have some errands to run before we head out though, will return shortly!"
Marcellus is going to go and collect the team's 'small cash sum' for being victorious and distribute it out. Will go shopping after!
Emerging from the shadowed corner, chewing on a small twig, bill states to the group, "I have no home to return to, so I will help to bring others justice. I will help bring peace to worlds more fortunate than my own."
He walks slowly over to Marcellus as he's headed out the door and places his hand on his shoulder. "Maybe if we combine our focus we can control your spark. I will help you find the correct plane so that we all may travel together."
Riches were of little concern. Though with them did come certain comforts. Vojmir almost calls out to make sure Marcellus divides the spoils equitably but gives the stout fellow a chance. He was too paranoid, a little trust was warranted if they were to be traveling the planes together.
"It shouldn't be too difficult," Vojmir chimes in at the concern of accurate planeswalking, "A steady target to focus on will keep you on a straight path. Or perhaps following in our wake will prove easier, like a flight of aetherwalking angels."
As the rest of the party discusses the finer points of planeswalking as a group, Marcellus strides toward the betting window by the ticket booth. There, he receives the group's winnings. Looking around, he notices a bustling souvenir marketplace nearby. Spotting a sign for "Crazy Mike's Magical Armory and Melee Emporium," he muscles his way through the crowd, hoping to find what he's looking for.
Behind a stone counter stands a young azra, with bright purple skin and flowing red hair surrounding two white downward-curved horns, one with a gold ring piercing it. (OOC: azra are a race native to Kylem, basically Magic's version of DnD's tieflings. The only major difference is a lack of a tail).
"Hi, welcome to Crazy Mike's Magical Armory and Melee Emporium," she says in a dull monotone between chews of a gum-like substance, "where we supply all your slicing and dicing needs. How can I help you?"
"We're having a sale on weapons with basic buffs. Take a look at that wall," she says pointing directly behind you, "and grab what you want. 300 gold each." On the wall behind you is an assortment of shields and weapons, all with a basic +1 bonus.
"As for bullets, we've got a 10-for-2 sale going on right now. How many ya want?"
Before exploring the items on display, Marcellus gives Bill his share of the winnings totaling 500 gold.
Glancing over the dagger, armor, and shields, Marcellus eventually picks out a shield and pays the shopkeep 300 gold.
Marcellus makes his way back to his new found co-workers and divides out the winnings. 500 gold to each. "Does anyone need a shield? I have an extra now. I bought myself a brand new fancy one! Look, this one is actually shiny!"
"I think my own will do for now. There isn't much I would have need of," Vojmir shrugs off the offer. "Best that we can move on quickly as we can manage. After all, people apparently depend on us."
He claps the other man on the back, "No use in delaying. Let's see if we can't steer you on a proper path Marcellus"
Bill hands the shop keep 20 gold and says, "A century aut' do the trick." and follows Marcellus back to the rest of the cohort. He doesn't contribute anything more to to conversations as he quietly starts cleaning his firearms after replenishing the bullet loops on his belt and right thigh.
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"Well, at least I have one of you lot on board," Jace says, with a chuckle. "For those who don't know, the Gatewatch was assembled to put an end to threats to the entire multiverse before they get out of hand. On Kaladesh, we worked with a group of anti-government rebels to overthrow the totalitarian regime ruling the plane, after we discovered that that regime was tied to several evil masterminds of the multiverse. I wouldn't be here, asking for your assistance, if it wasn't important. We're short-staffed, or we'd handle it ourselves."
Alloy cocks his head, curious at the current exchange. The past several days are fuzzy in his mind, and he doesn't remember any of these people he has assembled with. The name "Jace" sounds like it should spark a memory inside his circuits, but all he has is a dull fuzz. Should he feel this curious? Is this a normal feeling for a steel automaton? He guesses he should follow these, what should he call them - instincts?
"I am at your service," he says with a bow, his mechanical features shimmering in an unnatural light. There is more beneath his surface than what was hinted in this fight, he just wishes he knew or understood what that meant exactly.
The sudden resurgence of the now nude Marcellus doesn't cause Vojmir undue stir. Though his words are unexpected. Clearly the Marcellus had been doing more than his rough exterior suggested if he vouched for this mysterious Jace. An odd and rustic fellow he was turning out to be. The automaton likewise proved easily persuaded. Or perhaps there was some other reason the metal man had for wanting to help Jace that Vojmir couldn't fathom from his hard surface.
"Young doesn't really seem to describe myself," Vojmir's lips twitch into a smile, "Though I will admit traversing the Multiverse is new. What trust can I place in you that there even is some great threat. The people here seem oblivious. Things seem not peaceful but...stable. Most planes are much the same..." An edge creeps into his voice as the smile fades, "Not all of course. But the troubles they have are their own. Perhaps you see a plot where none exists. Or..." Vojmir stops as a hand brushes over his face, "Forgive me. Speculation is hardly helpful. What or who could possibly be so threatening and why do you think we can help with it."
Orion, still grinning from the glory and sport of it all, replaying the event in his head while tending to Lyca. Finally focuses in on the topic at hand. "Well if that caliber of warrior vouches for you then what you offer can't be all bad." He looks around and laughs a booming laugh, "Well Lyca and I are up for any challenge, no foe to great can stop us. Isn't that right girl?"
Jace thanks Orion and Ally, then turns his attention to Vojmir. He closes his eyes after Vojmir's questioning, eyelids briefly glowing a faint blue. "You are from Innistrad, are you not, Vojmir? Your home plane's struggles play a key role in this threat to the multiverse. I was there just a few months ago, along with the rest of my Gatewatch companions. I trust you are familiar with the source of Innistrad's strife?"
"Madness took hold. Avacyn and her angels turned on her flock. And her church fled to false teachings and paranoia. Deranged cults appeared across the land. So I am familiar with it but the source..." He pauses in his blunt portrayal of the state of the plane, hesitating. "Some....vast creature led an army upon Thraben and her people. I'm told that even Olivia and her spawn stood in it's defense. Much of the plane is in ruin. I had heard that some wanders had come to the cities aid but Thalia left absent your description."
"Yes, that is correct. The vast creature you describe was an Eldrazi Titan, a being named Emrakul. The Gatewatch killed two of its titanic kin, Ulamog and Kozilek, on Zendikar, but Emrakul was somehow summoned to Innistrad to wreak havoc. She is currently trapped in Innistrad's silver moon, and I thought the Eldrazi threat to the multiverse was defeated. That is, until I returned to Ravnica and discovered what is, if my suspicions are accurate, a troubling development." Jace looks around the room before continuing. "Are any of you at all familiar with Ravnica?"
"Nope!" Marcellus replied loudly as he walked out of the washing room. He grabbed a fresh towel on his way over and proceeded with the ritual or drying and dressing.
"I've only been to Innistrad, Kaladesh, and here. Don't know about these bumbles though." Marcellus says with a flippant wave toward the others. "I'll go where you need me Jace, I trust your moral compass more than mine."
Marcellus takes a seat and looks over his fighting compatriots, "Is no one else going to bathe? That disgusting." He says with a mix of sarcasm and nonchalance.
"Thank you, Marcellus. I appreciate that," Jace says raising his hood again. "I can't stay much longer. I have to return to my office on Ravnica."
He waves his hand towards all of you, blue light emanating from his open palm. Instantly you all get a view of a domed building, covered in a mix of brown and orange tiles, stained glass in the windows. Leading up to the structure, you notice a smooth pathway, lined with 10 stone signposts with strange symbols on each, arches overhanging the street.
"That is an image of the Transguild Promenade, the headquarters of the Guildpact. My sanctum is in that domed building at the Promenade's end. Meet me there and I will discuss further details." With that, Jace's eyes light up and he disappears from the locker room in a flash, having planeswalked back to Ravnica.
Vojmir mulls over Jace's words after he had planeswalked away. A threat to another plane from the Eldrazi. He didn't owe Jace or these people any favors but could he truly feign innocence if he stood by and did nothing. He had his suspicions that the other man wasn't being entirely forthright but it didn't change the fact that this Ravnica was in danger. "If the rest of you are going, then I suppose I will as well. It may be that we can do something to aid them."
"It seems like everyone's silence shows they are on board! I do have one problem with this though..." Marcellus looked toward everyone. "I don't know how to control my planeswalking."
Marcellus turns toward the door. "I have some errands to run before we head out though, will return shortly!"
Marcellus is going to go and collect the team's 'small cash sum' for being victorious and distribute it out. Will go shopping after!
Emerging from the shadowed corner, chewing on a small twig, bill states to the group, "I have no home to return to, so I will help to bring others justice. I will help bring peace to worlds more fortunate than my own."
He walks slowly over to Marcellus as he's headed out the door and places his hand on his shoulder. "Maybe if we combine our focus we can control your spark. I will help you find the correct plane so that we all may travel together."
Riches were of little concern. Though with them did come certain comforts. Vojmir almost calls out to make sure Marcellus divides the spoils equitably but gives the stout fellow a chance. He was too paranoid, a little trust was warranted if they were to be traveling the planes together.
"It shouldn't be too difficult," Vojmir chimes in at the concern of accurate planeswalking, "A steady target to focus on will keep you on a straight path. Or perhaps following in our wake will prove easier, like a flight of aetherwalking angels."
As the rest of the party discusses the finer points of planeswalking as a group, Marcellus strides toward the betting window by the ticket booth. There, he receives the group's winnings. Looking around, he notices a bustling souvenir marketplace nearby. Spotting a sign for "Crazy Mike's Magical Armory and Melee Emporium," he muscles his way through the crowd, hoping to find what he's looking for.
Behind a stone counter stands a young azra, with bright purple skin and flowing red hair surrounding two white downward-curved horns, one with a gold ring piercing it. (OOC: azra are a race native to Kylem, basically Magic's version of DnD's tieflings. The only major difference is a lack of a tail).
"Hi, welcome to Crazy Mike's Magical Armory and Melee Emporium," she says in a dull monotone between chews of a gum-like substance, "where we supply all your slicing and dicing needs. How can I help you?"
"I am looking for things to slice, dice, hack, slash, bash, block, protect, or heal. What do you got for me?"
"Bullets..." Bill says monotonally as he gives the store clerk a thousand eyed stare. "Preferably before we all die of old age, kid"
"We're having a sale on weapons with basic buffs. Take a look at that wall," she says pointing directly behind you, "and grab what you want. 300 gold each." On the wall behind you is an assortment of shields and weapons, all with a basic +1 bonus.
"As for bullets, we've got a 10-for-2 sale going on right now. How many ya want?"
Before exploring the items on display, Marcellus gives Bill his share of the winnings totaling 500 gold.
Glancing over the dagger, armor, and shields, Marcellus eventually picks out a shield and pays the shopkeep 300 gold.
Marcellus makes his way back to his new found co-workers and divides out the winnings. 500 gold to each.
"Does anyone need a shield? I have an extra now. I bought myself a brand new fancy one! Look, this one is actually shiny!"
"I think my own will do for now. There isn't much I would have need of," Vojmir shrugs off the offer. "Best that we can move on quickly as we can manage. After all, people apparently depend on us."
He claps the other man on the back, "No use in delaying. Let's see if we can't steer you on a proper path Marcellus"
Bill hands the shop keep 20 gold and says, "A century aut' do the trick." and follows Marcellus back to the rest of the cohort. He doesn't contribute anything more to to conversations as he quietly starts cleaning his firearms after replenishing the bullet loops on his belt and right thigh.