Out Of Ashes (quasi-apocalyptic RWBY quest)
Dragontrapper
Homeless Draconis
- Location
- A Tower in the middle of nowhere
quick tally - not closing the vote yet... its a tie anyhow.
UrsaTempest
Don't Panic!
[X] Head up and try and follow the survivor's trail; They might even still be alive.
Dragontrapper
Homeless Draconis
- Location
- A Tower in the middle of nowhere
No other votes since Friday - so looks like we're tailing the Survivor! (or trying to, at least).
Aurelia will be happy. Bravo team... well, you'll see. Assuming you don't get eaten.
Aurelia will be happy. Bravo team... well, you'll see. Assuming you don't get eaten.
Act 4, Scene 4 - Field Equations
Dragontrapper
Homeless Draconis
- Location
- A Tower in the middle of nowhere
Olena tugs you toward the fire escape, staying low as she starts to move, "We've got a lead; let's follow it and get out of here."
"But-" You start and Olena quickly cuts you off.
"No, now let's move," Olena orders as she basically drags you away. Fine then, see if you keep your mouth shut next time she steals something.
The machines seem more pre-occupied with the abandoned camp in the square then anything else, but you and Olena aren't taking any chances as you both deftly climb your way up the partially damaged metal structure, keeping as close to where the structure was bolted to the building proper instead of trusting the grating.
"Hey, slow down," you hiss as the silver-haired huntress opens up a small lead on you, already reaching the same level as the jacket. You watch as she daintily swings her way out to where the jacket is snagged, pulling it free and climbing back to the side of the building by the time you reach the same floor.
"Not my fault you're lugging around all that armor," Olena replies as she tucks the jacket under one arm, "Now let's get up to the roof already," As she grabs her next hand-hold, there's a deafening screech of metal that makes both of you freeze. Both of you instinctively glance at where Olena just grabbed, only to see that it is perfectly fine. Then where…?
Another screech of tearing metal draws your eyes further up to where a modestly-sized Nevermore has taken perch. Modestly in this case meaning only the size of a compact car. It peers down at the square before giving out an ear-piercing cry as, down below, the mechs take notice of the interloper. The interloper just above your heads. "Oh crap."
You grab Olena with a free hand and pull her close as you plant your feet on the nearest section of grating and brace yourself against the wall. A half-second later the world above you erupts into a deafening cacophony as a barrage of bullets punch into metal, brick and Grimm alike. You can hear ricochets and shrapnel pinging off your armor and your Aura, and another shriek cuts through the air before the Nevermore starts tossing feathers even as it climbs back into the sky.
"Time to go!" Olena announces as this time she grabs you and pulls you upward before clamoring up further. The Nevermore circles around overhead, banking over the square before climbing higher to dive-bomb the mechs with another salvo of feathers. The machines continue dumping firepower in its direction in reply, ignoring as several of their number turn into knight-kebobs.
It was a damn good show, to be honest. Maybe if you had one of the Paladins tackle the Nevermore and wrestle it… "Viveka!" Olena calls out, and you begrudgingly continue your climb, turning away from the impromptu show and continuing up while you wish you had dinner. You still keep at least one eye on the ongoing fight as you quickly make your way up.
The Grimm, it seems, has taken offense to the robots hanging around what the giant bird and decided was its territory. The rifles of a few knights clicked dry, and in mechanical synchronicity an entire squad of robotic soldiers ejected the spent magazines as they reached for more ammo. The Nevermore, not one to miss an opportunity, dives in through the gap of fire. A pair of Knights are crushed under the claws of the avian Grimm, steel limbs dangling between massive talons as it starts to take flight again - or, at least, it tried. One of the Paladins was apparently upset at losing part of its cannon fodder, and it decides that the best way to display its displeasure is by tackling the offending bird.
The pair of you manage to pull yourselves over the top and onto the roof as the other machines begin to close in on the Nevermore. The Paladin is pummeling the shadow-beast, raining down gunfire and mechanical punches in equal measure, but the Nevermore is more lethal. Wings beat the Paladin with the force of a small avalanche, claws tearing gashes in the armor. The oversized mech won't last long. But it doesn't have to.
The pair of you take a moment to watch in fascination as the still standing knights pour rifle fire onto the Nevermore from every direction. The Grimm lashes out wildly, but any pause in the onslaught is brief. The Nevermore finally seems to realize discretion is the better part of not dying as it finally finishes dismembering the Paladin enough to pry itself free of the machine and sweep its wings out to their full span in a fusillade of feathers before launching itself skyward. It gives what you think sounds deeply annoyed as it lumbers through the air far more laboriously then before as it banks in a particular direction. "Oh crap, it's coming back," You don't get a chance to point out that you could probably kill it if you weren't worried about the leftover mechs getting uppity as Olena grabs you with the same hand carrying the coat and drags you behind the nearest air conditioning unit.
You give a small huff of annoyance as you find yourself laying in the gravel rooftop, Olena warily watching the Nevermore with baited breath until it vanishes behind another building, "I could have taken that," you claim as Olena finally releases your breastplate, dropping the jacket in your lap as she does.
"And then the mechs downstairs call in their friends and then we're screwed," Olena replies as she stands and dusts herself off, "Now, lets see if we can find this mystery camper without getting into any more trouble."
"Well, whoever we're looking for is into computer stuff," you comment. Olena turns to look at you and sees you digging through the jacket pockets, "There's a plug in one of the pockets for a scroll and… I think it's a memory card?" you pull out a long, thin, piece of plastic and ceramic, flipping it over in your fingers as you call Aurelia, "Hey, I have some sort of computer thing and I have no idea what it is."
You quickly describe it to her, and sure enough she's quick to answer, "It's a data-spike. A small amount of data storage and a little bit of processing power - useful for dealing with uncooperative systems."
"Huh," you say after a moment, "So not really something normal people have?"
"Not particularly."
"So this was some sort of hacker," you conclude.
"Indeed - their help would be useful to us in the future," Aurelia states clinically, "Any idea which way they went?"
You turn to Olena, "We have directions yet?"
"It seems our wayward techie was heading in the same direction as us," Olena replies as she crouches low, examining the roof, "Footprints heading toward the North-east. Probably trying to get past the patrols."
"Then let's hope they succeeded," you reply, tucking the jacket away in your armor as you move closer, "If not, we can at least-"
"Hey, we have a problem!" your radio crackles to life as Bianca's voice comes over the connection, "A really pissed off Nevermore just landed on our tower, and it brought friends!"
You and Olena glance at each other awkwardly before you reply, "You need someone to bail you out?"
"We're staying ahead so far, but directions would be nice!" Bianca replies quickly, in the background, you can hear the tell-tale rapid-fire of Tawny's gun.
"We're moving North-east from our current location," Olena explains, "Head… north from the tower and we'll try and intercept you."
"If I die I'm going to be really pissed!" Bianca says before the connection cuts out. You don't bother saying anything as you ready your shield and shotgun. Fire and Steel in hand, you simply hop off the roof and start heading north-east.
It's not long after you start moving that you start to hear gun-fire, a familiar set of rhythms contrasting with each other. "Sounds like the others are in trouble." you say to Olena, her weapon in hand as the pair of you leap between rooftops.
"Then we better catch up with them like we're supposed to," Olena replies. You nod in reply, glancing down as you leap over to the next roof, you spot some more knights moving in an alarming direction.
You tap on Olena's shoulder as you dash over and around skylights and air conditioners, getting her attention before jabbing a thumb toward the street below. Olena glances over the roofs edge, down at the mechs on the street, before looking back at you. You grin as you mime an explosion and Olena just rolls her eyes.
She also starts conjuring another of those orbs of hers.
The other team's explosions are growing closer, but it looks like they've brought friends. You level Fire at an Ursa that just clambered over the edge ahead of you and fire, the gravity-dust infused shot sending the shadow-beast flying back like it was shot out of a cannon as you pass where it just was and leap again. Olena drops her orb mid-leap, sending it down into a group of knights below. There was the delicate sound of glass shattering a split-second before the air cracked, lightning lashing out to fry the machines mid-step.
"Was that you?" It was Tawny's voice over the radio this time, "Please tell me that was you…"
"Yup," you reply with a grin, "How are things on your end?"
"Oh! Um, fine. Just-" her voice cuts out briefly as you hear a burst of gunfire, "-Fine!"
"Oh, good," you reply, "Because we've brought some mechs with us, maybe. Sorta."
"Oh, you have got to be-" Bianca starts to complain, but you tune out the rest of it as you run out of roof and leap over the edge. Olena lands far more deftly then you, a perfect three-point landing before kicking off and charging into the group trying to flank Bianca and Tawny. You tuck and roll, bleeding off some momentum before getting back onto your feet and turning toward the mouth of a nearby alley just as a squad of Knights arrive.
The four of you find yourselves in a rough diamond formation in the small alley intersection you've found yourself in, each of you shooting in different directions as the enemies converge on your positions.
So, it is to your immense disappointment when a sudden barrage of telekinetically controlled debris shards slam into the horde around you, simultaneously murdering most of them and creating an effective barrier to keep them at bay. "What do we have here? More people looking to make my life difficult?"
You all slowly turn at the voice, looking up at the nearby rooftop. The figure staring down at you as familiar - her blonde hair drapes over one shoulder in an unbraided, semi-tangled mess. Her once stylishly tattered cape is now well and truly ruined, with large tears down its entire length and whole strips missing. Her blouse is torn and dirty, and she holds one arm close to her, apparently injured.
But the piercing green eyes glaring down at the four of you over the rims of her glasses show no signs of weakness.
[ ] "Glynda Goodwitch, I presume?" (defer to her for the conversation)
[ ] "Miss Goodwitch, my name is Viveka Ormanda. I'm here to rescue you!" (Viveka social)
[ ] Let Olena handle it (Olena social)
[ ] Write-in
"But-" You start and Olena quickly cuts you off.
"No, now let's move," Olena orders as she basically drags you away. Fine then, see if you keep your mouth shut next time she steals something.
The machines seem more pre-occupied with the abandoned camp in the square then anything else, but you and Olena aren't taking any chances as you both deftly climb your way up the partially damaged metal structure, keeping as close to where the structure was bolted to the building proper instead of trusting the grating.
"Hey, slow down," you hiss as the silver-haired huntress opens up a small lead on you, already reaching the same level as the jacket. You watch as she daintily swings her way out to where the jacket is snagged, pulling it free and climbing back to the side of the building by the time you reach the same floor.
"Not my fault you're lugging around all that armor," Olena replies as she tucks the jacket under one arm, "Now let's get up to the roof already," As she grabs her next hand-hold, there's a deafening screech of metal that makes both of you freeze. Both of you instinctively glance at where Olena just grabbed, only to see that it is perfectly fine. Then where…?
Another screech of tearing metal draws your eyes further up to where a modestly-sized Nevermore has taken perch. Modestly in this case meaning only the size of a compact car. It peers down at the square before giving out an ear-piercing cry as, down below, the mechs take notice of the interloper. The interloper just above your heads. "Oh crap."
You grab Olena with a free hand and pull her close as you plant your feet on the nearest section of grating and brace yourself against the wall. A half-second later the world above you erupts into a deafening cacophony as a barrage of bullets punch into metal, brick and Grimm alike. You can hear ricochets and shrapnel pinging off your armor and your Aura, and another shriek cuts through the air before the Nevermore starts tossing feathers even as it climbs back into the sky.
"Time to go!" Olena announces as this time she grabs you and pulls you upward before clamoring up further. The Nevermore circles around overhead, banking over the square before climbing higher to dive-bomb the mechs with another salvo of feathers. The machines continue dumping firepower in its direction in reply, ignoring as several of their number turn into knight-kebobs.
It was a damn good show, to be honest. Maybe if you had one of the Paladins tackle the Nevermore and wrestle it… "Viveka!" Olena calls out, and you begrudgingly continue your climb, turning away from the impromptu show and continuing up while you wish you had dinner. You still keep at least one eye on the ongoing fight as you quickly make your way up.
The Grimm, it seems, has taken offense to the robots hanging around what the giant bird and decided was its territory. The rifles of a few knights clicked dry, and in mechanical synchronicity an entire squad of robotic soldiers ejected the spent magazines as they reached for more ammo. The Nevermore, not one to miss an opportunity, dives in through the gap of fire. A pair of Knights are crushed under the claws of the avian Grimm, steel limbs dangling between massive talons as it starts to take flight again - or, at least, it tried. One of the Paladins was apparently upset at losing part of its cannon fodder, and it decides that the best way to display its displeasure is by tackling the offending bird.
The pair of you manage to pull yourselves over the top and onto the roof as the other machines begin to close in on the Nevermore. The Paladin is pummeling the shadow-beast, raining down gunfire and mechanical punches in equal measure, but the Nevermore is more lethal. Wings beat the Paladin with the force of a small avalanche, claws tearing gashes in the armor. The oversized mech won't last long. But it doesn't have to.
The pair of you take a moment to watch in fascination as the still standing knights pour rifle fire onto the Nevermore from every direction. The Grimm lashes out wildly, but any pause in the onslaught is brief. The Nevermore finally seems to realize discretion is the better part of not dying as it finally finishes dismembering the Paladin enough to pry itself free of the machine and sweep its wings out to their full span in a fusillade of feathers before launching itself skyward. It gives what you think sounds deeply annoyed as it lumbers through the air far more laboriously then before as it banks in a particular direction. "Oh crap, it's coming back," You don't get a chance to point out that you could probably kill it if you weren't worried about the leftover mechs getting uppity as Olena grabs you with the same hand carrying the coat and drags you behind the nearest air conditioning unit.
You give a small huff of annoyance as you find yourself laying in the gravel rooftop, Olena warily watching the Nevermore with baited breath until it vanishes behind another building, "I could have taken that," you claim as Olena finally releases your breastplate, dropping the jacket in your lap as she does.
"And then the mechs downstairs call in their friends and then we're screwed," Olena replies as she stands and dusts herself off, "Now, lets see if we can find this mystery camper without getting into any more trouble."
"Well, whoever we're looking for is into computer stuff," you comment. Olena turns to look at you and sees you digging through the jacket pockets, "There's a plug in one of the pockets for a scroll and… I think it's a memory card?" you pull out a long, thin, piece of plastic and ceramic, flipping it over in your fingers as you call Aurelia, "Hey, I have some sort of computer thing and I have no idea what it is."
You quickly describe it to her, and sure enough she's quick to answer, "It's a data-spike. A small amount of data storage and a little bit of processing power - useful for dealing with uncooperative systems."
"Huh," you say after a moment, "So not really something normal people have?"
"Not particularly."
"So this was some sort of hacker," you conclude.
"Indeed - their help would be useful to us in the future," Aurelia states clinically, "Any idea which way they went?"
You turn to Olena, "We have directions yet?"
"It seems our wayward techie was heading in the same direction as us," Olena replies as she crouches low, examining the roof, "Footprints heading toward the North-east. Probably trying to get past the patrols."
"Then let's hope they succeeded," you reply, tucking the jacket away in your armor as you move closer, "If not, we can at least-"
"Hey, we have a problem!" your radio crackles to life as Bianca's voice comes over the connection, "A really pissed off Nevermore just landed on our tower, and it brought friends!"
You and Olena glance at each other awkwardly before you reply, "You need someone to bail you out?"
"We're staying ahead so far, but directions would be nice!" Bianca replies quickly, in the background, you can hear the tell-tale rapid-fire of Tawny's gun.
"We're moving North-east from our current location," Olena explains, "Head… north from the tower and we'll try and intercept you."
"If I die I'm going to be really pissed!" Bianca says before the connection cuts out. You don't bother saying anything as you ready your shield and shotgun. Fire and Steel in hand, you simply hop off the roof and start heading north-east.
It's not long after you start moving that you start to hear gun-fire, a familiar set of rhythms contrasting with each other. "Sounds like the others are in trouble." you say to Olena, her weapon in hand as the pair of you leap between rooftops.
"Then we better catch up with them like we're supposed to," Olena replies. You nod in reply, glancing down as you leap over to the next roof, you spot some more knights moving in an alarming direction.
You tap on Olena's shoulder as you dash over and around skylights and air conditioners, getting her attention before jabbing a thumb toward the street below. Olena glances over the roofs edge, down at the mechs on the street, before looking back at you. You grin as you mime an explosion and Olena just rolls her eyes.
She also starts conjuring another of those orbs of hers.
The other team's explosions are growing closer, but it looks like they've brought friends. You level Fire at an Ursa that just clambered over the edge ahead of you and fire, the gravity-dust infused shot sending the shadow-beast flying back like it was shot out of a cannon as you pass where it just was and leap again. Olena drops her orb mid-leap, sending it down into a group of knights below. There was the delicate sound of glass shattering a split-second before the air cracked, lightning lashing out to fry the machines mid-step.
"Was that you?" It was Tawny's voice over the radio this time, "Please tell me that was you…"
"Yup," you reply with a grin, "How are things on your end?"
"Oh! Um, fine. Just-" her voice cuts out briefly as you hear a burst of gunfire, "-Fine!"
"Oh, good," you reply, "Because we've brought some mechs with us, maybe. Sorta."
"Oh, you have got to be-" Bianca starts to complain, but you tune out the rest of it as you run out of roof and leap over the edge. Olena lands far more deftly then you, a perfect three-point landing before kicking off and charging into the group trying to flank Bianca and Tawny. You tuck and roll, bleeding off some momentum before getting back onto your feet and turning toward the mouth of a nearby alley just as a squad of Knights arrive.
The four of you find yourselves in a rough diamond formation in the small alley intersection you've found yourself in, each of you shooting in different directions as the enemies converge on your positions.
So, it is to your immense disappointment when a sudden barrage of telekinetically controlled debris shards slam into the horde around you, simultaneously murdering most of them and creating an effective barrier to keep them at bay. "What do we have here? More people looking to make my life difficult?"
You all slowly turn at the voice, looking up at the nearby rooftop. The figure staring down at you as familiar - her blonde hair drapes over one shoulder in an unbraided, semi-tangled mess. Her once stylishly tattered cape is now well and truly ruined, with large tears down its entire length and whole strips missing. Her blouse is torn and dirty, and she holds one arm close to her, apparently injured.
But the piercing green eyes glaring down at the four of you over the rims of her glasses show no signs of weakness.
[ ] "Glynda Goodwitch, I presume?" (defer to her for the conversation)
[ ] "Miss Goodwitch, my name is Viveka Ormanda. I'm here to rescue you!" (Viveka social)
[ ] Let Olena handle it (Olena social)
[ ] Write-in
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- Location
- Internet
[X] "Glynda Goodwitch, I presume?" (defer to her for the conversation)
WanderingTwix
Posting something good once in a full moon
- Location
- United Kingdom
I don't know, the first option sounds kinda menacing. Mechanically speaking, Tawny should be the best option for a social roll.
Also, it's Tawny.
[X] Let Tawny handle it (Tawny social)
Nothing can go wrong
Also, it's Tawny.
[X] Let Tawny handle it (Tawny social)
EternalObserver
eYe Gaze baCk
- Location
- The Void
[X] "Glynda Goodwitch, I presume?" (defer to her for the conversation)
- Location
- Florida
[X] "Miss Goodwitch, my name is Viveka Ormanda. I'm here to rescue you!" (Viveka social)
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Let Olena handle it (Olena social)
Olena: THIS IS'NT EVEN MY JOB!
Olena: THIS IS'NT EVEN MY JOB!
UrsaTempest
Don't Panic!
[X] "Miss Goodwitch, my name is Viveka Ormanda. I'm here to rescue you!" (Viveka social)
All other options are more sensible, but this one seems most fun!
All other options are more sensible, but this one seems most fun!
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] "Miss Goodwitch, my name is Viveka Ormanda. I'm here to rescue you!" (Viveka social)
This is so Viveka
This is so Viveka
JmonsterNEO
Spouter of nonsense
- Location
- The quest forums
[X] "Miss Goodwitch, my name is Viveka Ormanda. I'm here to rescue you!" (Viveka social)
-[X] set comms to open so aurelia can hear
-[X] set comms to open so aurelia can hear
- Location
- Leeds
Does the shield make that difficult?
[X] "Miss Goodwitch, my name is Viveka Ormanda. I'm here to rescue you!" (Viveka social)
Alternately
[ ] "Hey is this dataspike yours or is Jacket person the one giving you trouble?"
Dragontrapper
Homeless Draconis
- Location
- A Tower in the middle of nowhere
Not if you're awesome.
...though now I'm imagining Viveka rolling badly on a dodge roll, so thanks for that.
- Location
- Minnesota
[X] "Miss Goodwitch, my name is Viveka Ormanda. I'm here to rescue you!" (Viveka social)
-[X] set comms to open so aurelia can hear
-[X] set comms to open so aurelia can hear
- Location
- Big Apple 3am
Pretty sure you got some character mix ups there
[X] "Miss Goodwitch, my name is Viveka Ormanda. I'm here to rescue you!" (Viveka social)
-[X] set comms to open so aurelia can hear
Dragontrapper
Homeless Draconis
- Location
- A Tower in the middle of nowhere
quick tally - voting still open:
Pretty clear leader at the moment - this should be interesting.
Pretty clear leader at the moment - this should be interesting.
Temporary vote
Dragontrapper
Homeless Draconis
- Location
- A Tower in the middle of nowhere
okay, so - no votes in a day; think its safe to call this. Which leads to my next question;
You all want another Fate Point to let me invoke Viveka's Trouble and make your talk with Glynda more interesting?
(Also trying to think of other ways to let you spend Fate Points; probably a variant of the 'Declare a Narrative Detail' idea from the Fate SRD...)
[ ] Yes
[ ] No
You all want another Fate Point to let me invoke Viveka's Trouble and make your talk with Glynda more interesting?
(Also trying to think of other ways to let you spend Fate Points; probably a variant of the 'Declare a Narrative Detail' idea from the Fate SRD...)[ ] Yes
[ ] No
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Yes
Olena: Viveka why
Viveka: You know you love me for it
Olena: sadly yes
Viveka: oh admit it you- wait what?
Tawny: O. O
Olena: Viveka why
Viveka: You know you love me for it
Olena: sadly yes
Viveka: oh admit it you- wait what?
Tawny: O. O