Age of the Guardians-Prologue: "The Gathering Heroes"

[Revenant Sorrow]

"The things that could lay eggs in your ears we kept at pets. Some were even big enough to be ridden." I try to stiffle a sniffle and whipe a tear from my eyes with all this talk of home. "I sure do miss all the luxarys back home."

[Cowboy Centaur]

{an emotional moment for the party, Vold misses his uncle, Wing misses his homeland, who's gonna start crying next? lol}

As I look at Wing I feel that lonesome twinge in my heartstring again as i surpress a sniffle and think of my belovd father's brother who the entire village devoured,

as well as the entire slaughtered tribe I suppose.

"I wish Petra were here, I could use a hug"

[Tondi-]

Brin looks at the other with a cocked eyebrow.  Shakes his head and mumbles to himself, "Foreigners"

[Eothr]

From above the group a mechanical appendage drops down, it's end a funnel-like; a slightly shaky, male voice sounds from the contraption,

"Yes! Um, please come in, we're close to the, uh, deadline, so it'd be great if you could hurry, please...maybe..."

The speaker retreats back into the ceiling, where it's opening blended seamlessly with the dark surface. The wall rotated once more, returning the receptionist to her desk. She smiles softly before taking her project back, "Thank you, Ser. Please watch your step."

...at which point the floor beneath all your feet gives away and you tumble down a slide into the Guild...


{No one rolled a Perception check. *evil DM cackle* }

[sliksham]

"Of coooourssse!, staaairsss would be faaar tooooooo  boooorriiiing!"

[Tondi-]

Holding tightly to his hat Brin starts giggling almost childishly.

[Cowboy Centaur]

My eyes bulge grotesquely as the floor vanishes, and I grab the closest thing I can see, Wingtip, who was fluttering safely above the absent floor. As we dissapear down the slide, wing and I scream in each others faces, much like Bill and Ted in "bogus journey"

[Revenant Sorrow]

"Weeeeee Weeeeeee Weeeeeeeee" Slightly uncomfortable being grappled by vold and having him scream in my face I enjoy the slide as much as one could in my current situation.

[GeorgeDubya]

Ultime tumbles down the slide alongside the others. As he rather ungracefully rolls, he calls out, "Is... this...normal?"

[sliksham]

"Given the... way ..this morning is ... going, I would ..say entirely ...so!"

[DigiSam]

Landing as gracefully as a falling dwarf can, Rune brushes himself off and looks around to his companions before muttering "I always forget these places have weird guest entrances. I was hoping we would not have to see this one."

[Eothr]

The party falls down the slide, in various states of disbelief or excitement and lands on a surprisingly soft mound of a gelatinous substance that wobbles with their impact. Fixing themselves, the Heroes take sight of the inner Artificer's Guild, which is surprisingly larger inside than the exterior would have one believe.

The entire Guild is filled with clock-work mechanics and pipes; cranes and winches whirl as materials are transported from one section to the other; metallic birds and inspects flit about from Artificer to Artificer; an armillary of the cosmos spins at the top of the Guild, covered by a glass dome and surrounded by catwalks; in the most open space, a massive object sits with a white cloak covering it, thick wire cables and construction braces sticking out from it.

As the group steps away from their landing cushion, a shape begins to form in front of them. It shimmers a moment, before a Human male appears; he's shorter than a average human, with unkempt dark hair and a five-o-clock shadow; his clothing is a leather workman's gear , along with a smith's coat, covered in metallic widgets and gauges; his right arm is an unwieldy-looking, robotic prosthesis, with several dials and slots dotting the wrist; he lifts up the goggles on his soot-covered face, revealing curious eyes; a small creature, a robotic crab-spider, jumps onto his shoulder and chirps once as it waves it's little claws.

"Hey guys, um...I'm the Guildmaster."   

{Cameo~

Rune and Ultime, you can roll me an Arcana check to get a feel for the magicks}

[Cowboy Centaur]

I crash in an awkward gangly fashion that is truly awe inspiring, and attempt to get my bearings. All the bizzare macinations are too much for my limited experiences to cope with. I grasp Dacien's shoulder tightly and close my eyes even tighter. When I hear the guild master speak, I peek a bit and eye his arm curiously

Still maintaining my death grip on Dacien I recall a family story about a third cousin relating a story About fighting an Orc and a man with a metal arm in the astral sea shortly before a lengthly prison sentence.

I wait for Rune to finish his business, by its clear that I'm antsy. Mostly becouse of the machinery, but also becouse I want to ask the guildmaster something.

To Dacien I whisper

"when can I ask him about Nero?"

[GeorgeDubya]

Reference: Ultime Arcana Guild
You rolled 1d20+11: 22 | [ 11 ] 11+11

{Cameos are fun.}

[sliksham]

Dacian awkwardly stumbles to his feet and turns to scan the room as Volds hand grasps his shoulder.
Wincing in pain as he feels his collar bone being ground to dust in the vice like grip he barely hears Volds question or anything else above the rush of blood in his ears.

"Maybe it would, eeeep, be more prudeeennnnt, gnnnn, to wait for a leeeetle why-y-ay-yle?"

Dacian slowly sinks to his knees under the weight of the big Minotaur hold, a high pitch squeak slipping form his lips as numbness spreads down his arm;

"loosen... the... grasp.. please!"