Hal Henderics

"It's made of a substance stronger than steel, And doesn't have any etherware that could cause undue strain on it. I firmly believe in the quality of my crackpot." She nods. In any case, she gathers up the materials she plans on using. The Officer's Armor, Metal Ingots and Scrap, Polished Stone Bottles, and a single Earthen Emerald are all laid out before her.

"I'm glad you asked friend, I'm using my Portable Alchemy Pot to brew potions of disguise, more specifically, one of those officers outside, It certainly cannot hurt, being able to take the appearance of the enemy, especially if we need to get past them." "What I need you to do, is to pour raw magic into the hole on the side of this pot, to give it the power to perform alchemy. I would do it myself, but my own magic might cause it to behave unpredictably." She nods excitedly. "If you turn out to be extremely good at your work, I can reward you with nearly any alchemical process you require of me, given your own materials, of course." "There is not much that is beyond my Crackpot Alchemy, as you will soon see."

"Well why didn't you say that before? Trying to use omission of crucial info to get me killed are we?!" Dackly comments, crossing her arms with a huff as she slithers up to the guy with the singed arms. "Hello there new friend! It certainly seems you have been working hard. Do you think you could help an old snake like me out? I am sure I can devise some way to reward you for helping me to help your plight." At the same time, Gozer returns to the Courtyard, Carrying a few ingots and scrap, along with the suit of armor. "I didn't get much." He plops all of the metal in front of the crackpot. "That's fine, It might strain our resources a tad, but we should be able to complete our attempt regardless." She turns on the guy she was talking to previously. "I need your help, I have an enchanted item that requires some magic be funneled into it as fuel, and only the local variety will do."

"I'm smoking petrified pink shit from that mist that made us all paranoid, just minding my own business, trying to get an immunity, and all these idiots look like they are going to kill me!" "I swear they are plotting against me. Well screw them. I can take any one of them, just swing first!" She comments, flexing an arm and grimacing. Samantha would notice Dackly has taken to wearing a mask which looks like an actual human face.

"These puppies can push 390, the bigguns, if you wanted to get on the deck quick and easy, you could go off those rocks there, push 210 or so, and pull a hard right for spin stabilization." Wario comments, pointing at a jet of rock jutting from a part of the canyon. "The faster we get in here, the more time we got to blow em up, Eh!?" The purple one comments.

A Stone Beast, Gozer, in fact, plods into the armory. Finding someone in charge, he shows them the Officer's Armor, and requests access to enough metal to duplicate it 9 times over. "I assure you it will be put to good use. I plan to use subterfuge alongside my allies."

"Idiots! Morons! Absolute Syccophants! I am TRYING to get an immunity to this STUPID paranoia gas, and you are all plotting to KILL me? The Dumbest POSSIBLE thing, and I could TOTALLY take you all in a fight. UGH! I have to go do shit I need done. Where's the nearest local magic guy? Dackly picks up a rock off the ground, working it like a stress ball until it is ground into dust. Her looks of paranoia shifting quickly between them, she is forced to make a mask for their safety, until she decides whether or not to kill- wait... Kill? Dackly does not do killing, she does petrification, divine judgement, submission holds... She certainly does not kill if she can help it... In her own mind at least. Before long, she has a human-like face made of white stone covering her eyes, her single pupil turning the eyes of the mask black, green, and alive. Constant Softening makes it move like a living face. She throws the pipe to Gozer, who tosses the burning pipe and the cloud of gas out of an arrow slit and into the masses. Let them deal with this Edgy Mist Shit. "Gozer, You need to go to the smithy, or whatever these, "People", have to offer, and leave me an emerald. Get some metal ingots and glass bottles." Dackly Requests, her Smug Levels rising. "Oh, Ok." Gozer seems to get the idea. Grabbing the armor and the Mace, and wandering off. Dackly Meanwhile, Trolls around, looking for a magic user who is getting rotated out. When she finds one, she requests his help powering an arcane device of hers, dragging him over to the Pot, which she flips and folds out with a flick of her wrist.

"Do you know what resources they may be drawing from the forest, aside from... you know, Wood? It might be worth retaking that first, and we can like, Sneak around and capture people for info or something, under the tree cover." Laver says, looking appropriately embarrassed.

Dackly looks at him, as at the same time, Gozer is manipulating the mineral gas, holding it in a bubble. "Sorry, should have mentioned that." Dackly says, before the drop hits her suddenly, whatever that may be. "I can control stone. This smoke is still stone, thankfully."

"Those Jerks! what did I ever do to them!?" "..." "Ok, I'm done with those guys." Dackly softens a stone, and shapes it into a drug pipe of some kind. "Guard, I'm going to engage in recreation, stop me if I get silly with you." She winks at Rand with her single giant eye, before breaking the Paranoia Aerogel into chunks, stuffing it into the pipe, lighting it off Gozer's flame, and smoking it to try and develop an immunity. -- Laver thinks for a moment. "What about the ley-lines? We've got magic people in our group, maybe we should let them in on the secret, if we want to break the siege enough to get to these servants." "Also, Maybe we should retake the mine and forests first, so you guys can kick start your war engine better? Denying them something while taking it for ourselves could be handy."

Nodding, Mar shows his own hologram, of an obelisk made from storm gem, with a hole going down it's length. It is split into 3 sections for stability. "I can provide all of those easily, in fact, You will find stone and steel aplenty in the workshop, and our water tanks should be full." "This looks like a good plan." -- Soon, the Small Ant like drones are happily building more of themselves and repairing the castle, while Mar amuses himself rather impressively, making various gestures and commands to make the drones move in specific ways.

"Yes, I can do this." "Do you have a preferred shape, or will any do? I can make a single large gem, large enough to provide the electricity you need." Mar nods, looking pleased. At her command, he begins creating a single large Storm Gem, which Alexandria must first create lightning rods to draw off the electricity, to prevent lightning striking inside the castle, or outside of it.

"Yes, I am able to make Gemstones which pump an endless supply of electricity into the air, Storm Gems, I have taken to calling them. If your drones could include an intake fan to their power supply, the added airflow would draw mana in with it to create electricity." Mar creates a finger sized Gemstone which Alexandria can detect an increased electrical presence near, the same conditions found in a thunderstorm.

Mar approaches Alexandria, having checked on the animals. "The castle is empty, Alexandria, were it any emptier, our property would be defenseless, even now I had to personally oversee searching the castle for problems and dangers among our assets. I feel we should spend what time we can devising a solution." The Orc looks a bit winded, probably him scouting the castle.

Mar, having finished his abberation against engineering, wanders the castle after completing work with Alexandria on the cannon, suspicious of recent going's on's, He checks on all our wildlife, the Glavinius, the Trash Spider, The Aptonoth, the Apceros, and of course, his very own Little Sneak.

"So Where would we go if we wanted to deal with this problem? Hitting skeletons is fun, but I think we might need to hack at the roots of this problem, instead of it's branches." Laver asks, hands in pocket. "What is the war about?" -- Dackly makes her way to an arrow slit, and begins miming a sniper rifle, petrifying skeletons and officers piling up outside. "Bazinga, Headshot." She fake cocks her finger gun, making noises accordingly. Gozer, meanwhile, makes himself like a statue, converting the skeleton statues into glittering emeralds, the statues seem to crumble into dust, before compressing into the shining jewels.

"So, uh, I'll admit, I am just as stumped as the rest of you guys, we kinda got dumped here, with no info at all. What's going on, in general?" Laver asks, completely without tact, but completely with innocent curiosity.

As the man passes out, Dackly's Pride intensifies greatly. "I did It! I made him pass out with my intense scrutiny!" Dackly dumps the club over and pulls him out. "Gozer, help me get the boots, I want to see if they fit!" "I do not think they will fit Dackly." "How do you know that Gozer? Explain yourself." Gozer looks at the fact that Dackly has no feet, or legs. "I have an eye for these things." Dackly squints at him, before shrugging. "Well, I'm sure the rest of it will fit me." Dackly shrugs, Disarming and disrobing the unconscious man. "I see London! Ok, someone clasp this man in irons and brutally interrogate him!" Dackly comments, throwing the dead weight to someone important looking who is also one of the castle staff.

"Who is your leader?! You are a disgusting Slob! Are you listening to me?! What do you wanna do with your life?! What are your plans!? What is your rank!?" Dackly screams, poking the club. Gozer simply keeps a careful eye on the prisoner and their wiggling little armored boots poking out from beneath the club. -- Laver looks completely caught out when he is singled out as one of the people to come along, but quietly and nervously follows. "Well, uh, I'm Laver, I'm The Heart Doctor." He says, capitalizing "The Heart Doctor" intentionally.

"I'm going to be straight, if the alternatives are to let him out and risk a breach from whatever tricks he has up his sleeve, or scare the hell out of him with claustrophobia, I choose me." "I'm going to interpret his grunts, and if I'm not satisfied, I'm going to rob him blind, and toss him out a window or something. He's got skeleton medics out there waiting for him, probably." Dackly responds simply. "I mean, I think this thing has air holes at least..." -- Laver throws a thumbs up. "I'm pretty surprised how many arrows didn't hit me, so I suppose it was you guys who did the really good job here!"

"It would break apart as it functioned if we actually turned it on, and we lack materials to repair it. There is no real reason to activate it, especially not on a prisoner. It would be a waste of currently irreplaceable resources." Gozer says in the same quiet tone, a bastion of reason in this odd situation. "Besides, if I activated it, it would dent the armor, and I want his armor. It is shiny." Dackly says, her cleptomania apparently winning the battle of motivations.

"Well, right now, it is just a 600 Pound Bell with some bits probably poking him. But, with the flip of a switch, Poisoned Clubs on robot arms tenderize him. Normally, I use that function in combat, but in this case, it makes a nice threat." "It's heavy, made of real steel, and I can Dunk it over people's heads, and they usually don't know how to get out of the damn thing A very good multitool." Dackly grins smugly. "A weapon made through alchemy, we simply used Poison and Machinery to construct this device. Dackly Softened it with her abilities, while I rolled it into the cone-like shape you see it in, then we simply used alchemy to fill it with appropriate machinery." Gozer continues.

"Nah, He's an officer, and these poopslappers were throwing around magic. I'd rather decipher his muffled grunts than his mad cackles as he opens a portal directly in here." "You hear that poopslapper? I'm on to you!" She slaps the club, producing little more than a mild clang and presumably a stream of curses. "Anyway, He's Gozer!" "And she is Dackly." Dackly looks irate. "Gozer, I said your name with enthusiasm..." "So did I"

"Very discomforted, Please tell me that is either really common or really uncommon, I have to decide which aspect of this to dread more." Reese responds, confused and disoriented. Poor little NPC seems to lack a Con Stat to resist stun.

"This prisoner was VERY rude during the fight, so I appropriated him. Gonna figure out if he is a bad guy or not. Probably is, considering he shot at me." Dackly responds, as Gozer whispers to Navin. "We have no intention of harming him. Though if he is belligerent, he may be disposed of his possessions."