Crispy laughs, flattered by the concern. "You're a little late for that, Arc." She says, takes another gulp of her drink. "I was just kidding about that. Sorta. But she IS very robotic. Tell you what. I'll make sure YOU don't get beat up. How about that?"
"Maybe you'll piss off Monolith and experience it firsthand." She jokes. "Like I almost did!" She looks at the box that has Arc so curious. "Maybe it's filled with a whole bunch of sheet music for Ary? Song from that band she likes..The Metallicas..or something."
"Maybe it's filled with money and our financial worries are forever over." She ponders. This was crazy. She never felt more at ease with her two new friends. It surprised her how well they got along.
You think you spotted Cherche shooting you all dirty looks, but the evacuation of the party from the tavern was a rushed affair. Apparently whatever Virion was holding in the box was both time sensitive, and just plain sensitive. He looked almost like he was cradling a bomb, but the adults did their best to not looked too disturbed by this. Of course they told you next to nothing, other then it was a surprise.
The nightlife of Pheros was somewhat different then the daytime. Women were much more scarce then the day time, and most you see are in the company of friends or family. Teenagers were out in abundance, and everyone seemed to either be rushing to a destination, drunk, or looking for trouble. The tavern was flooding with people when you existed, and it seems like the whole town was engaged in a bar crawl. Thankfully, the size of your group deterred any would be harassers, and you all arrived at the town constabulary in a timely manor.
The town police force seemed to be rather... unimpressive from first glance. Most of those in the station itself were older men, mostly overweight and doing various activities that definitely were not their jobs, like reading magazines, listening to a very old looking magical radio set broadcasting some sport event, or just plain napping in their cubicles.
Virion and Temmet flashed the front desk officer their paperwork, and the party is lead directly to special holding cells, in a basement section of the building. The entrance clearly states that you needed special permission to enter, and the workers here seemed to be an entirely different department then the ones you saw upstairs, if the slightly different uniforms and badges were to be believed.
A bored looking entrance worker, a female that was in slightly better shape then her counterparts upstairs, lead you all to a special holding cell that seemed to be lined in seals that were radiating a blinding white light from their lettering. If anyone would want to try to identify them, roll an arcane check.
Two people were in this holding cell. A young man and woman. Both seemed to be extremely similar in appearance, if slightly different in age. Probably siblings. They look at the group, the male furrowing his brows in annoyance, while opening his mouth, presumably to say something, though you all hear nothing. The female cowered away from you all, burrowing her head deep into the bottom bunk's blankets. An insight check can be taken if any of you want to try reading his lips.
"These are a prime examples of the problem we have been assigned. The effected victims are essentially sleeper agents, looking remarkably normal until an some type of trigger causes them to go on rampage. Reports say the transformation can happen remarkably fast, and the effected look extremely demonic-like in appearance. Investigators seem to be divided on the issue though. All agree that the modifications seem to be necrotic in origin, but if the effected are truly effected with any form of malevolent spirit or not has not yet been confirmed."
He pauses a moment for the groups benefit before continuing, as if mentally rereading and rehearsing the police reports. "As stated previously, the causes of the trigger are unknown, seeming to be essentially random for early investigators. Victims will maintain the form until killed, knocked unconscious, or being able to not to partake in violence for around a five minute period. They will then return to a human-like form, similar in nearly every way to their previous body except for a strange "A" marking on their necks. The effected will then show human like behavior that correlates to how an werewolf would react after a transformation, if slightly more confused due to the random triggering conditions."
Virion turns to the group, and sets down the box, popping the lid to show extremely odd machinery and paper seals, similar but different to those seen on the walls of the cell.
"Does anyone have any more questions, or would you all like to proceed to the reason that you've been brought here?" Virion proceeds to fiddle with the contents of the box, assisted of course of Cherche, the two seemingly absorbed in the work ignoring any obvious facial signs the group would be showing at this point. Temmet stands behind the group, leaning on the walls of the hallway next to the security guard that lead you all here.
Well Crispy, you can defiantly tell he is speaking common, not some infernal language and you pick up some scattered words like "Why" and "When my fathers about this!" and "Mother ****ers". You obviously don't get the whole message, but get the jist of it, the boy defiantly does not seem happy.
These are the people who are supposed to be protecting others from turning, that's great. This looks more like a retirement camp, an asylum of sorts.
Ary whispered, she will try to read the man's lips Insight (10) and say: A's on their necks, interesting. These are the only two the police captured? i guess it's kinda hard to capture or kill demons disguised as normal people. Has the police identified these two?
"Oh wait. He's-" She squints her eyes. "Ary. He's speaking Common. He's not happy about being detained. He's asking why, and he's swearing." She shrugs. "That's all I can make out."
Arc, due to being a genius goblin, you recognize the sealing as an obscure branch of magic that fell out of favor in Zofia a whiles back. It’s mostly used for containing large quantities of raw magic into a medium, such as these paper seals lining the room. The language used is an ancient script that is really only used for sealing, and usually spoken about in conjunction to ancient dieties and other supernatural events. You recognize some words, like “ward”, “Shield”, and “Lathander’s Light”, an ancient sun deity in the old kingdom’s pantheon.
Virion’s machines seem to be using an more modern runic script, that you and Merek would recognize from Beacon academies arithmancy classes. The equations on the machine however are almost dizzying in their complication. If the man could create such a thing in a single afternoon, he would have to be some sort of prodigy, and you see your supervisor in a brand new light.
“Well, simply put, we are going to trigger these two, hopefully gaining some insight into the conditions that lead to the transformation. Regardless, you will all fight the two once they have transformed for some combat experience. These machines, which we will set up before beggining the fight, will record the sub molecular state of the room and it’s inhibitants, and will reproduce a temporary mold of the quantum string’s in-“
The man is snapped out of his rather dry lecture from Cherche with a quick grab of the elbow. He smiles apologetically at the group and continues
“Well to put it simply, the machines will return everything to a state in time before the fight, reviving the inhabitants if nessisarily. Think of it as extremely limited time travel. The process tends to be extremely finicky and is not tested in the field as much as I would like, so we will limit it only to the two effected in the room to not risk a tear in the time-space continuum. They can “safely” die, but you all cannot, so do be careful.” The man concludes cheerfully, as if he did not just declare this seemingly impossible feet of science and magic.
Ary gives Crispy a high-five while trying to hold laughter.
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"Hells, I'm kinda hoping she does." Crispy says to Arc, nodding to Cherche. "I'd love to get beaten up by a robot. You know. Out of curiosity."
Crispy laughs, flattered by the concern. "You're a little late for that, Arc." She says, takes another gulp of her drink. "I was just kidding about that. Sorta. But she IS very robotic. Tell you what. I'll make sure YOU don't get beat up. How about that?"
Can you even handle a punch Arc? I'm sorry but you look like you could use some... Melee training.
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Crispy leans over and gently squeezed Arc's bicep, making a face that clearly indicated a mixture of sadness, pity, and concern.
"Maybe you'll piss off Monolith and experience it firsthand." She jokes. "Like I almost did!" She looks at the box that has Arc so curious. "Maybe it's filled with a whole bunch of sheet music for Ary? Song from that band she likes..The Metallicas..or something."
Ooohhh I hope so but that would be too good to be true. Maybe it's a bunch of really old documents or maybe spell scrolls.
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"Maybe it's filled with money and our financial worries are forever over." She ponders. This was crazy. She never felt more at ease with her two new friends. It surprised her how well they got along.
A bit of coin would help yeah, but that ain't it either. I bet It has something to do with the ritual he did upstairs. Said Ary looking at the box.
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You think you spotted Cherche shooting you all dirty looks, but the evacuation of the party from the tavern was a rushed affair. Apparently whatever Virion was holding in the box was both time sensitive, and just plain sensitive. He looked almost like he was cradling a bomb, but the adults did their best to not looked too disturbed by this. Of course they told you next to nothing, other then it was a surprise.
The nightlife of Pheros was somewhat different then the daytime. Women were much more scarce then the day time, and most you see are in the company of friends or family. Teenagers were out in abundance, and everyone seemed to either be rushing to a destination, drunk, or looking for trouble. The tavern was flooding with people when you existed, and it seems like the whole town was engaged in a bar crawl. Thankfully, the size of your group deterred any would be harassers, and you all arrived at the town constabulary in a timely manor.
The town police force seemed to be rather... unimpressive from first glance. Most of those in the station itself were older men, mostly overweight and doing various activities that definitely were not their jobs, like reading magazines, listening to a very old looking magical radio set broadcasting some sport event, or just plain napping in their cubicles.
Virion and Temmet flashed the front desk officer their paperwork, and the party is lead directly to special holding cells, in a basement section of the building. The entrance clearly states that you needed special permission to enter, and the workers here seemed to be an entirely different department then the ones you saw upstairs, if the slightly different uniforms and badges were to be believed.
A bored looking entrance worker, a female that was in slightly better shape then her counterparts upstairs, lead you all to a special holding cell that seemed to be lined in seals that were radiating a blinding white light from their lettering. If anyone would want to try to identify them, roll an arcane check.
Two people were in this holding cell. A young man and woman. Both seemed to be extremely similar in appearance, if slightly different in age. Probably siblings. They look at the group, the male furrowing his brows in annoyance, while opening his mouth, presumably to say something, though you all hear nothing. The female cowered away from you all, burrowing her head deep into the bottom bunk's blankets. An insight check can be taken if any of you want to try reading his lips.
"These are a prime examples of the problem we have been assigned. The effected victims are essentially sleeper agents, looking remarkably normal until an some type of trigger causes them to go on rampage. Reports say the transformation can happen remarkably fast, and the effected look extremely demonic-like in appearance. Investigators seem to be divided on the issue though. All agree that the modifications seem to be necrotic in origin, but if the effected are truly effected with any form of malevolent spirit or not has not yet been confirmed."
He pauses a moment for the groups benefit before continuing, as if mentally rereading and rehearsing the police reports. "As stated previously, the causes of the trigger are unknown, seeming to be essentially random for early investigators. Victims will maintain the form until killed, knocked unconscious, or being able to not to partake in violence for around a five minute period. They will then return to a human-like form, similar in nearly every way to their previous body except for a strange "A" marking on their necks. The effected will then show human like behavior that correlates to how an werewolf would react after a transformation, if slightly more confused due to the random triggering conditions."
Virion turns to the group, and sets down the box, popping the lid to show extremely odd machinery and paper seals, similar but different to those seen on the walls of the cell.
"Does anyone have any more questions, or would you all like to proceed to the reason that you've been brought here?" Virion proceeds to fiddle with the contents of the box, assisted of course of Cherche, the two seemingly absorbed in the work ignoring any obvious facial signs the group would be showing at this point. Temmet stands behind the group, leaning on the walls of the hallway next to the security guard that lead you all here.
I'll make an insight check to read the young man's lips:
Crispyinsight: 21
Good heavens that's a terrible roll. Spending a second luck point to try and improve that: 15
Pfffff. Must be the buzz from the alcohol.
Crispy leans in Ary's directions. "Damn. No money in the box. Guess i'm going to have to keep working." She sighs.
Well Crispy, you can defiantly tell he is speaking common, not some infernal language and you pick up some scattered words like "Why" and "When my fathers about this!" and "Mother ****ers". You obviously don't get the whole message, but get the jist of it, the boy defiantly does not seem happy.
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"Oh wait. He's-" She squints her eyes. "Ary. He's speaking Common. He's not happy about being detained. He's asking why, and he's swearing." She shrugs. "That's all I can make out."
I wonder how many prison breaks these guys get every day, 3?
Monolith jokes to himself unconcerned with who hears.
Monolith will also try to determine, what the guy said. insight:19
OOC: well, ... I guess I'm not reading any lips today.
"So these guys are police? In the cells?" Crispy wonders.
Nobles, I think. Very angry nobles.
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"That makes sense." Crispy nods. "Proceed." She calls out, to no one in particular.
Arc, due to being a genius goblin, you recognize the sealing as an obscure branch of magic that fell out of favor in Zofia a whiles back. It’s mostly used for containing large quantities of raw magic into a medium, such as these paper seals lining the room. The language used is an ancient script that is really only used for sealing, and usually spoken about in conjunction to ancient dieties and other supernatural events. You recognize some words, like “ward”, “Shield”, and “Lathander’s Light”, an ancient sun deity in the old kingdom’s pantheon.
Virion’s machines seem to be using an more modern runic script, that you and Merek would recognize from Beacon academies arithmancy classes. The equations on the machine however are almost dizzying in their complication. If the man could create such a thing in a single afternoon, he would have to be some sort of prodigy, and you see your supervisor in a brand new light.
“Well, simply put, we are going to trigger these two, hopefully gaining some insight into the conditions that lead to the transformation. Regardless, you will all fight the two once they have transformed for some combat experience. These machines, which we will set up before beggining the fight, will record the sub molecular state of the room and it’s inhibitants, and will reproduce a temporary mold of the quantum string’s in-“
The man is snapped out of his rather dry lecture from Cherche with a quick grab of the elbow. He smiles apologetically at the group and continues
“Well to put it simply, the machines will return everything to a state in time before the fight, reviving the inhabitants if nessisarily. Think of it as extremely limited time travel. The process tends to be extremely finicky and is not tested in the field as much as I would like, so we will limit it only to the two effected in the room to not risk a tear in the time-space continuum. They can “safely” die, but you all cannot, so do be careful.” The man concludes cheerfully, as if he did not just declare this seemingly impossible feet of science and magic.
So, these two can die safely, and we can't. Got it. Said Ary in a way that reveals she's afraid.
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