Iron Stars - azariel

Azariel awakens on Rana, as the remains of the Still Lady's protective storm diminish in the sky overhead. More and more holes open in the storm shield every day and more and more of the twin moons light makes its way in. It has been months since the death of The Lady, and the population here is restless. No real government has since taken shape, freedom fighters have fizzled out and gone home with no clear enemy to oppose, and a world without a head tries to find a way to keep living. Those who fall behind or get left to the side seem to stay there to ultimately perish.

10:25 AM

There is nothing left in this city but ruins, both of homes, of buildings, and of places that once were centers of Still Lady power. Skirmishes between pacters trying to claim what is left happen almost nightly, though no clear winner seems to have presented themselves from what you have been able to see, both through your eyes and those of your shadow companions.

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Azariel sits up on his floor mattress, his home in shambles. He gets up and begins his day as he does every day, in silence. Walking to his living room he kneels before an altar; a Large piece of onyx from Acastus covered in areas with gold trim. Azariel lights incense inside a censer and holds it before the altar. He places his free hand on the Onyx shard and takes a deep breath. “I have not lost faith. The Matron always provides. Even in our darkest hours. “ he whispers to himself “Today brings something new, I can feel it. Could it be my time has come?” He sets the censer down and opens a drawer situated under the altar. Inside sits an ornate black leather book with golden trim. He grabs his grimoire and holds lit close to his chest. He was never a great sorcerer, never able to truly manifest anything of real potential, but he would still diligently practice. Biding his time. “Perhaps I’ll go to the town hall today, see who’s all gathered. It’s time for progress.” With that Azariel will head out towards what remains of the Town hall in hopes of gathering allies (edited)

(connec.cha, lets see whos out)

(5)

It seems only one of your lesser adversaries, a smarmy self important man by the name of Craig is out tonight. Always a battlefield scavenger and rarely a combatant, he is currently busying himself along with his arcane muse assistant, digging through the bodies of fallen former slaves.

“Good evening, Craig… find anything worth while?” Azariel says trying to feign interest.

"Maybe. You're here, what do you think?" he asks, taking a long drag from his pipe. "shadow duel for the spoils? My best versus yours?"

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Azariel scoffs “a shadow duel? The venerations of the still lady and now you make them fight like dogs? “ “Well, you and I have never been quite the skilled combatants when it comes to these sort of things, so perhaps we have a different challenge for our friends, but first“ Azariel opens his tome and begins to read aloud in some archaic language. His hands weave and dance a series of gestures before he holds out his spare hand before him. He stands there not twitching a inch, nor moving a muscle, completely still. The light from the moons cast down on him from the holes from the sacred shield stretching his two shadows behind him. As he begins to hold his hand up his twin shadows begin to coalesce in In front of him. Where a gradient forms a inky mass begins to emerge. A simple thing, really: a round black mass with several tendrils that stretch out around it. The whole thing no bigger then a cat. In the center of the thing a large eye opens. Azariel tries to hide his excitement “Okay, the game is simple: the first shadow to break into one of the ruins and find anything of basic value and bring it back wins. I’m sure you’ve had lots of practice. “ (Casting Call Manipulatory Manifestation, HP rolled: 2. Light focus/10 minutes 2/3 1st level spell slots remaining.)

'Alright, I like this idea" he says smugly, conjuring one that looks like an owl. "May the best win, and I promise when I do I'll have something here for you to find later, when I'm finished"

“Hah, we’ll see about that. Best of luck to you as well” Azariel turns to the ruins and raises his hand in the air “May the still lady bless this competition 3…2..1!” He looks down to his familiar “Find me something nice” he says quickly and points to the ruins. (Exert/dex 4 ) (edited)

12:39 PM

!roll 2d6

Dr. Jasper Artemis [Laurence] Roll: [3, 1] Result: 4

The creature enters the wreck and it begins running off, coming to a beam that needs to be shifted to get into a room of some kind, but is unable to do so. From above, the owl seems to be having similar trouble separating wreckage from anything valuable that might be hiding in it, making several circling passes.

“Ugh… Come on! Look for another way in! “ Azariel shouts. (Notice/wis?)

(That or survive since it’s pathfinding )

!roll 2d6 !Skill check : (survive/wis)

Dr. Jasper Artemis [Laurence] Roll: [6, 1] Result: 7 Reason: Skill check : (survive/wis)

The chimney looks to be intact and the other side of it might lead down into a room under the rubble

“Hurry!!” Azariel shouts when he notices his shadow eye the chimney “use your tendrils to crawl down! It shouldn’t be any problem for you!!” (Want me to make another exert check?)

(sure!)

!roll 2d6 !Skill check : (exert/int)

Dr. Jasper Artemis [Laurence] Roll: [6, 5] Result: 11 Reason: Skill check : (exert/int)

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There is a triumpant shriek as your companion emerges a moment later with a silver locket in its mouth. Defeated, your opponent b anishes his help in disgust.

8:49 AM

"Well, I will be back. Enjoy your spoils for the moment"

“Ah, good job! “He leans down and pats the creature and grabs the locket “ahh… something with sentimental value too.. good choice!” He stands back up and turns to his opponent “It was a good game, Craig. Before you go, answer me this. We can’t sustain like this, can we?“

“No Azariel. We cannot. We can just hope to be strong and outlast the winnowing of the weak. It seems I have more work to do towards that than you do”

Azariel’s shadow familiar crawls up his back and peers over his shoulder with its large eye “What we need is to work together. The connection to the Still Lady fades daily. I can feel it, I know you can too. There is strength in cooperation, between our shadows and between each other. She taught us that. We have a legacy to protect. Think on it, Brother. “

"You're not the first person I've heard say that. Getting everyone organized is...challenging. I don't know what it is going to take , even in the wake of our whole society falling apart everyone is only thinking about themselves of their personal power. It';s all going to amount to nothing "

“It will amount to nothing if we keep acting on these petty squabbles between us. We have no true strength on our own, we never have, especially not now. “ He runs his hand through his black hair and pulls it back from his face “It was never about us on an individual level. It was about them” he gestures to his shadow “it was about Her… about us as a whole, and now? Look at us.” He sighs “We are the Enlightened Ones, The Children of the Great Matron. Is it not a child’s responsibility to continue the legacy of our forebears? When she was here, we thrived. We were growing our collective connection to the shadows, a great bond like no other. Now that she’s gone..” He looks around them “We’re in deep shit, in shambles. We can only look to our selves now. If she were to see us now.” He spits on the ground “I wouldn’t want to hear what she had to say. What will it take? Enough of us to want to survive and continue our mission. No one on this planet is a true leader unto themselves. What we need to do is what we’ve always done, come together and look into the dark for answers. Deep down, I think we all know that”

"ITs about getting that message out" Craig says. "For all our squabbling, for what its worth, I agree with you. We need to find a comms station, and we need to get those words out there, see who comes. I think only if we get organized do we have a hope of doing much of anything"

“A comms station… yeah. That’s a good idea, Craig. That’s something I can look into. Thanks for chatting, it’s good to talk about these things. I’ll see you around. “

“I’ll see you around. Azariel, maybe next time it won’t come to blows or contests”

“Yes. I hope, and to that I also hope to bring good news with me. Try to take care, Brother. “ With that Azariel will crouch down and begin to pick at the bodies of the fallen not entirely confident he’ll find anything of value.

(d100)

(38)

You find a discarded book in the wreckage. It looks like it was someones personal spell tome at one point though some of the pages are destoyed and otherwise ruined.

Azariel picks up and quickly flips through the tome before tucking it into his satchel. “Hmm, interesting…” he takes a moment to look at the corpse “such a shame, we could have done better” he says before grimacing and shaking his head violently “Cough, cough, Ah-Hack!” he covers his mouth trying to hold back before turning to one side and throws up. “Damn them…” he wipes the vomit from his lips “That Damned Galatea.. they did this to us. We could have been so much more. “ he lets out a sigh “ but we could have done better to hold on too.. we’ve gotta try, if not then, than now. “ he looks up to the holes in the storm where the light from the twin moons shines through. “I will not let you down, Matron. We will continue your legacy. “ He stands up and wipes the dirt off of himself. Craig was right, we needed to get word out there and the best way to do that was to find a comms station, and if his memory serves him correctly there was one in the old temple, though the temple was heavily damaged in the assault. There was also that old radio station on the other side of town, which might be worth checking out. With that Azariel will begin to head into downtown towards the l temple ruins in search of new information and reading himself for whatever he may face.

The comms station is a square building with a large metal tower that reaches into the sky. The office itself is small, used as a relay more than a dedicated command node, and it seems someone has taken residence here by the myrmidon war shadow standing sentry at the front door. It has not noticed you yet,

“Shit..” Azariel whispers under his breath. a Myrmidon was no simple threat, a shadow like that could tear him in two in an instant he had to be smart. Azariel will try to quietly summon his manipulatory shadow before giving it a command “Distract it, lead it as far away as possible for as long as possible” he points to the myrmidon (Casting Call Manipulatory Manifestation, HP rolled: 7. Light focus/10 minutes 1/3 1st level spell slots remaining.)

The manifestation picks up a stone, throwing it at the creature before appearing somewhere new slightly further way, and doing the same.

After sitting for a brief moment Azariel will attempt to sneak into the building clutching his book close to his chest

No additional forces have been left at the doorway, those inside trusting the war shadow to do its job and now it has been led away. A stairwell runs adjacent to the hallway leading further in. The basement connected to this entrypoint is dark, and looks to house machinery vital to the workings of the building.

With his limited vision Azariel will try to gage the state of the machinery and will also try to listen for any signs of life down here

From what you can tell, things are damaged. They can be repaired but it will need parts and skilled labor to do so. (edited)

Azariel makes a mental note then will continue quietly deeper in

going all the way down the stairs into the basement you can see that the generator is also down here and you can see it working, but only in a reserve capacity.

Azariel is surprised to so far not have heard anyone else. He makes note of the generator but does not want to alert anyone to his presence so will continue to sneak on to scout out the rest.

The building is quiet but the pacter responsible for the shadow must have been around somewhere. Moving on from the basement, there is a cafe and second level where the admin and broadcasting studios would be located- as well as the offices of those in charge of the station

Azariel opens his book to a pair of pages filled completely with black ink, even in the dark these pages seem to have impossible depth, like you could fall into it. He smiles, and heads to the offices

THere is the sound of someone writing as you approach the office of the programming director. The broadcast booths are empty, and quiet. There is a light on inside the office.

(Is the door closed?)

(not entirely, like cracked open, mostly closed)

Azariel will attempt to sneak up to the door and peek in

You can hear someone inside, and ifnally poke your head around the corner to see a female pacter hard at work at the desk, urgently writing something out on paper

“Beautiful evening isn’t it? Turn around and put your hands up, we wouldn’t want this to get messy would we? I’d like to resolve this without conflict.” Azariel says opening entering the room his book poised in his hand, the other positioned ready to cast

"ALright, I can't say I know you, who are you, and what are you doing here?"

“A dreamer, come to spread his vision. I’m Azariel, and you seem to be quite the capable pacter what’s your name?”

"Lenore. Not capable enough it seems. My doorman did not stop you somehow. You're either very clever, or hiding quite a few tricks up your sleeve. Maybe both. "

Azariel smiles “well Lenore, nice to meet you. In these times, I find it to be much better to make friends” He steps into the room and closes the door with his foot behind him. “So, Lenore. How have you been since the collapse?” He closes his tome but his hand still is poised like a viper

"Probably the same as you. Getting by is a daily chore that never ends"

12:59 PM

she likewise closes her own book ,waiting for the first signs of betrayal before springing into action.

“No surprises there, it is how life is now.” He looks out the window briefly “And as each night comes to pass her protective ward grows more and more thin. We need to move on. She isn’t coming back, not after whatever They did to her. I don’t think she’s dead but.. I don’t know. But we still have our connections with our shadows, and I know Lenore, that some of us still have particularly strong connections. So why have we let our world fall asunder left to fight like rabid dogs? The matron would want us to move on. We are the chosen ones. So that’s why I’ve come, I want to use the tower, to spread my vision. And by extension I think that also shows that I’m looking for friends out here, I can’t do this alone. “

“Your vision. That’s an Interesting concept and it would be good to know what exactly your vision is before I agree to help you. If I was thinking straight I would recall my Myrmidon to blast you apart where you stand , but it seems we are here “

“Sure you could, and we would then resolve this as we resolve all our recent petty squabbles: quick to violence and as one of us goes down, a waste of potential. “ “We need to group up, not under one leader but as a community. It’s the best corse of action if we want to make it out of this. Most importantly we need enough us to believe it’s possible, or at least worth a try. Not under one leader but together. And perhaps one day we could get our revenge. If we can get a large enough group of us together. Actually working together I know we could do incredible things. The matron always said we’d each have our time. It seems that for some of us our time is now.”

"A nation. Interesting to hear you say this. I think this is what our matron was moving us toward in some form or another- an independent, magic embracing nation with our shadow partners. And this nation would have a single leader? You, perhaps? "

“No, I don’t think that’s my purpose. If I need to I’ll step up until we have a true leader then I will, but I don’t believe that to be my fate. I’d like us to be a council. None of us have the wisdom of our matron, no single one of us could fill her shoes. Together we would do as we always have, look to the shadows “

She thinks for a long moment. "there may be others out there we can turn to. Spread your message, I will help you"

“Well, I’m very glad to hear that.” Azariel relaxes his readied hand “We have all been thinking too inward recently. We need to work together if we want any chance to survive.” “My first goal is to get this tower up and running my messages through the air. I’m sure we will have plenty of people who will come with hostilities but we must prevail, ours is the will of the still lady” “I thank you Lenore, and as of right now you can continue doing what you were doing and protecting this place. I’ll go turn everything on and make note of everything we need to leave for. Then I can go out into the wastes and look for the things we need and of course, food for both of us. Does that sound like a good plan?”

'I think it does. I will recall my Myrmidon, and bring it within the building, evidently outside it is too easily led away by someone who means to do me. and now us, harm," (edited)

“Yes, shadows can get distracted too easily, if I might recommend keeping it in eye or ear shot just to make sure they aren’t getting into trouble. “ Azariel begins to make his way towards the door. “I’m glad we had this chat, I’m glad you can see we do this for the chance at another future. She’d be happy to see this, I know she would.” With that Azariel heads out the door and heads to the generator to attempt to power it out of standby mode.

(fix/ int)

!roll 2d6 -1 ! (fix/ int)

Dr. Jasper Artemis [Laurence] Roll: [6, 6] Result: 11 Reason: (fix/ int)

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It takes close to an hour to get the generator running again, but you're able to put everything where it belongs and find fuel inside a small supply bunker in the basement, set aside for an occasion like this. With a groan, the ignition cycles and the main breaker box looks to be getting power again as the wattage slowly rises.

“Ahah.. “ Azariel says rubbing his hands together “now to see what needs to be replaced” He will then wait a moment for things to power up and will head to the breaker to see what can be turned on and if anything seems broken.

The machinery here seems to be working. Claiming the building and finding more fuel for the generator somewhere seem to be the primary challenges

Azariel gathers his stuff and heads upstairs to see Lenore “I’m heading out to find fuel, matron knows we’re going to need plenty, anything you want me to look for in the wastes?”

“Food. We should also think about security. Reinforcing doors and getting some additional help”

“I’ll see what I find. Definitely good ideas. Good luck, hopefully I’ll see you soon” With that Azariel will head downtown keeping his eyes open for some sort of fueling station

(3xp, 5000 credits)

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**Level Up**
Level: 2
Old HP: 5
HP Roll: 6
New HP: 6
Focus: Petty Sorceries 
Magister spell slots 2/4
New Skills: Know Magic-1, Lead-0. 
New spells: N/A
Current AB: 0

(awesome, okay, so heading out into the wastes)

3:03 PM

The city is dead in almost every direction. All order has failed here and instead a feudal system has been established over various districts and neighborhoods depending on who the strongest pacter in the area is. One day this madness will end, and when it does, you might be the one responsible for doing it.

Azariel takes a deep breath and looks to the east, day must be upon them soon and if he’d like to continue to use stealth he better hurry. With that, and little other incentives Azariel will head north keeping his eyes and ears peeled for anything.”

A battered looking corner store is the first thing you find that does not look like actual debris. The front glass has been blown out into the street and exterior fruit stands have been long looted, and the unfavorable fruit is good only to cultivate more flies. the door has been broken off its hinges, and the inside is very dark.

Azariel pulls out his monoblade knife and trepidly heads for the door

(nnotice/wis)

!roll 2d6 !notice/wis

Dr. Jasper Artemis [Laurence] Roll: [3, 2] Result: 5 Reason: notice/wis

(5)

You poke your head into the store, to hear the hammer on a revolver pulled and cocked behind you. "That's close enough. Don't turn around. Tell me who you are and what you're doign here, or else this store is going to get a new coat of paint"

“Okay, you’ve got me. I’m not going to try anything. I am Azariel, and like most of us out here I too scavenge for necessities. Though where I feel I differ is that I am not primarily searching for things, but instead Friends” he says slowly raising his hands

“Alright. Well you’re not going to find any here. This is our food”

“Of course, of course. Keep your food, I wouldn’t want to fight for it. “ There is a brief pause as Azariel keeps his arms raised “If you allow me to postulate I’ll leave from here, no troubles” “You see, I am a true acolyte of the matron, and it is my belief that she would have wanted us to prosper in her absence, that she taught us to do so. We cannot keep going like this, like a bunch of Antsy scavengers and vicious war dogs. We need to form a community again, to have faith. To do that we need people, skilled people. We have a radio tower to the south, and soon we’ll be broadcasting our message across the air. If you ever change your mind about being friends, I’d recommend you find a radio and keep it on.” Azariel smiles, his hands still up “Thank you for your time”

You're not shot for delivering your message, so it clearly has some kind of effect. They have little reason to hold their fire otherwise.

3:27 PM

The neighborhood otherwise looks quiet, with another store at the end of the street- and two apartment buildings of a few floors each.

Walking through the neighborhood Azariel debates between the two options, since a storefront hadn’t worked out on his first try he will instead try his luck with one of the apartments Upon making his decision he will head towards the closest apartment.

The bottom floor of the building has had its doors kicked in. No one looks to be around, and even the rats have abandoned the trash piles and stacks of yellowed papers that now occupy the lobby.

Taking immediate note of the smell, Azariel will keep to the first floor for now. Keeping his eyes open for maintenance rooms or a basement level.

There is a small door leading into the basement and it looks like the locks on it have been broken

Taking a deep breath, Azariel will head for the basement door and attempt to get it open.

It sticks a bit due to the humidity and porous wood it is made from, but it opens and you are greeted with a dark set of stairs leading to the basement, and the overwhelming smell of mildew. Dripping water doesn't seem to have flooded the basement, but you can feel moisture in the air.

“Come on Azariel. You can do this.” He whispers to himself “you’re no neophyte, the darkness is here for us…not against us… that smell….” Before heading into the basement

(notice/wis)

!roll 2d6

Dr. Jasper Artemis [Laurence] Roll: [6, 2] Result: 8

You see something meld into the shadows, within the most weak of the incoming light. It is just a momentary flash, before vanishing.

“I have not come to fight” Azariel says stretching his right hand out almost unnaturally wide before him “Come from the shadows my friend, let us speak”

A manipulary manifestation emerges from the shadows, flipping you off with a shadowy middle finger, but otherwise remains visible.

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“See, we are not too different you and I, we are both guided by the will of the matron. No need to act as rivals. “ Azariel says now actively looking around for anything else that looks out of place

You're unable to see much down here, but after being sour, the manifestation is now acting sweet, coming closer with a glowbug in disembodied hand.

Azariel crouches down to meet the manifestation, still unsure of the true motives he opens his left hand to accept the gift. “Ah, a glow bug? That would be nice” (edited)

It looks like it has about 1/3 of its initial power inside still, and casts a weak light around the flooded to the ankles storage room below.

“Thanks buddy why don’t you show me around” he says taking it and bringing the light up to eye level (edited)

(D100)

!roll 1d100

Dr. Jasper Artemis [Laurence] Roll: [13] Result: 13

There is one storage locker here that looks to have remained above the water, placed on top of the others running horizontally rather than vertically, and it looks like the lock on it is broken or has been picked.

Azariel will head over to the locker, still trying to keep an eye on the manifestation, he will attempt to open the locker

Opening the locker , you find the torn pages of some kind of old spellbook inside

As he sees them the outside world seems to disappear around him as all his attention goes into reading over these pages

It looks as though instructions for some kind of ritual are written here, but it is not complete, describing only the first couple stages of preparing for it.

Azariel folds the pages and places them into the back of his spellbook for later use before turning back around to locate the manifestation.

(notice/wis)

!roll 2d6 !notice/wis

Dr. Jasper Artemis [Laurence] Roll: [3, 1] Result: 4 Reason: notice/wis

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The manifestation looks to be gone. It may have discorporated now that its task is seemingly complete, or it may just be hidden.

“Huh, yeah. That’s about right, bye then…” Azariel will then trudge through the murky basement and attempt to look for some sort of generator with his limited light

There is a shadowy looking generator in the back of the room. It’s power cell is dry and has been for a long time.

“Yeah, not surprising..” he whispers to himself. With not much else to do, or see down here Azariel will head to the top floor of the apartment and attempt to find a good look over the town.

(We can take it with us and try to find somewhere to charge it)

(Awesome! Yeah I’ll grab it then)

The cell has been pocketed and sounds the wet mechanical sound of the charging coil being slack and needing power running through it again. Things for now seem quiet.

“Just gotta find where to charge this, “ Azariel reaches a hand down to his grumbling stomach “And somewhere with some canned food” He whispers to himself. Making his way out of the basement Azariel will head to the top floor to find a good view of the city.

Around you the city is divided into hundreds of small fiefdoms as the civilian power blocks, and the handful of casters who remain fight over the bones of what The Still Lady has left behind. The old academy site is in ruins, as is the ampetheatre where she was laid low, now scattered wreckage amid the countryside like thousands of shots from ancient siege engines thrown wildly off course. It was rumored that rebel encampments also littered the wilds and woods around the city, and they have likewise been quiet since the fall of The Lady, their attention now turned inward with the fall of their unifying cause.

Looking over the fiefdoms Azariel grimaces, no way does he have the strength or the support needed to try to cross their thresholds, whether though diplomacy or force he wasn’t ready. His eyes shift to the Academy grounds he once studied his heart sunk, he hasn’t seen the total damage from this distance. Such a waste of great potential. He needed friends, he needed to feed himself and Lenore back at the tower. If it was true, that there were encampments around in the woods he would have a better chance allying to his cause with them then the overlords in the city. With his prize, Azariel will head back towards the radio tower and into the woods nearby.

(survive/wis)

!roll 2d6 !survive/wis

Dr. Jasper Artemis [Laurence] Roll: [3, 3] Result: 6 Reason: survive/wis

You quickly find a well used trail where the once rebels have not bothered to try to conceal their activities. There are noose wands scattered in a few places, as well as a recent kill hanging from a tree waiting for someone to come along and skin it. The captured lope variant looks to be smaller, barely out of velvet fawn, but it is more than enough to feed a few people.

He looks over the kill, his stomach yearning for something other then canned or nearly rotten food. His left hand begins to instinctively raise towards the lope before Azariel quickly snaps back to reality. As his his hunger pangs begin to set in he will continue down the path

)did you want to take their kill or find the people?)

(Find the people, best not steal the kill of potential allies)

You see a path heading into the woods, and faintly can hear a dog barking beyond.

Azariel follows the sound, as the moment of tension grows closer “hello? I’m sure by now you are already aware of my presence, so I should make myself known. I am Azariel” he speaks openly into the woods around him as he grows nearer “I am an Acolyte of the matron, I mean no harm.” (edited)

"An Acolyte of the Matron is exactly the kind of person who would want to harm us" a voice says from the trees. it looks like the bushes themselves are moving for a moment before three people stand, about 10m away from you, each of them with a carbine like weapon held ready, their eyes sighting down the iron rails.

“I know, but what would be the point in me telling you this if I wanted to fight.” Azariel holds his hands up “I follow the true beliefs of the matron, not those of these war dogs ravaging our home. She wouldn’t want us to live like this, we should all be prosperous. Your time is precious, so I’ll cut to the chase. I’m a dreamer, I want to help bring us together. We need a healthy community, we need people with skills who are happy to help each other, not try to conquer and oppress. So, I’m looking for friends, and likeminded individuals. I know your trust isn’t something I should expect, so I’m willing to work for it. “ (edited)

(talk/cha)

!roll 2d6

Dr. Jasper Artemis [Laurence] Roll: [3, 2] Result: 5

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"That might be true, but it's going to take more than one or two little errands to get us to trust you, so you're going to have to give us some idea of what you're willing to do to earn it"

“I’ve never shied away from manual labor, I may not be familiar with specifics, but I’m willing to learn. Perhaps you need some help breaking apart that lope, maybe I could help chop wood, or build. I understand the hesitance on keeping me close for now. Perhaps there is somewhere in the city with something you want or know about but the risk is to high, I could go alone, no loss right? “

“Suppose that’s true. We need weapons. Plenty of them laying around the city andThe city streets I’m sure. Suppose you would secure some in good working order and bring them back. “

“Weapons, no problem. Lots of enemies out there, definitely need to protect yourselves. Might I make one simple request, perhaps? My friend, Lenore and I are starving. Might I take some food with me, nothing large just a meal. So that we might have the energy to continue our means. As a sign of good faith, I could leave my grimoire with you until I return. How does that sound?” (Azariel does not need his spellbook to cast, it’s more of a sentimental item)

(they probably don't know that either)

9:21 AM

"Alright, I think we can work with that Mage" one of them asks, "weapons for a good meal. "

“Perfect. Thank you..” Azariel will unclip his spellbook “I’m sure you all understand the rarity of good food around here anymore, good to get anything. “ As he begins to hand it over, he begins to speak again “My friend Lenore will be very pleased to see that I brought home something to eat, and a job opportunity for new friends. Starting to feel like the old days. “ he chuckles “Anything else you want me to look for out there?”

" Just weapons, and the ammunition for them if they need it. We can make some ourselves but anything we don't have to assign people to do helps us a lot. That's already more than I should have said" the scout leader replies.

“I understand, you have been very gracious hosts. I appreciate it. I look forward to meeting again. “ Azariel bows politely but never takes his eyes off the scouts before he takes his leave and heads back towards the radio tower.

(They're not going to shoot you in the back or anything)

(Sweet then I think Azariel is going to head back to the tower for a bit to recuperate and maybe sleep until sunset)

(3xp 5000 credits)

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