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25: A Bout with the Conols + Chapter End
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    • You don't like Chima. You growl loudly at them, but they aren't afraid. In fact, they found that amusing. They are laughing.

    You are not amused. They don't seem to be too strong. While Chima's level is double yours, you're still bigger than them, perhaps even bigger than them all combined. You decide to attack. You quickly accelerate towards Chima. You strike with your forks. Forklift smash!

    But before your speeding form could impact the puny form of the conol, Chima manages to jump out of the way. They roll away. The conols are alerted and they point their tubes at you. Explosions ring in the warehouse. The kobaten hide. They hide behind trucks and sacks. Something hits you. Multiple somethings hit your metal shell. They dent and almost poke holes into your body. Your glass windshield shatters from their distant strikes. Despite not pointing at them, they also manage to hit the floor, some trucks, and a few kobaten.

    You drive towards them again. While Chima manages to run out of your way, their other companions, Akira and Shimeretzu, are much less prepared. Akira stopped on the spot, letting your crash into them. They fall down. You turn towards Shimeretzu. They tried to run away, but they couldn't outrun your accelerating form. Your forks leave a big gash on their sides. You turn back. You see a dark liquid pooling under them. It was similar to the dark liquid, blood, that leaked out of kobaten.

    You make a turn to hit Chima, but they were much too fast and agile to hit. You could turn sharp enough to hit them.

    "Pashi Chima, dun efera pashoma acholachi icha kisola," Chima shouts. "[Gammushinco Shoto]!" Their tube explodes. A rod of light escapes their tool, and its flies straight at you. You try to dodge, but the light flew too fast to be dodged.

    It strikes straight at you. It passes through your shell and embeds itself into your engine. This immediately kills it. You try to start your engine again, but it does not respond. It doesn't vibrate or make a sound as you send commands to it.

    Chima sends a second ray of light towards you.

    And all you know became darkness.

    >Chapter End

    >Interlude:
    >The Overworked Clerk
    >The Clerical Worker
    >Clark the Cleric
     
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    • >Clark the Cleric

    NOOOOO!

    CURSES, DEXTERITYYY! (Or Athletics)
    I-it's okay guys, we're still gonna survive somehow, right?
     
    Yasahiro said:
    >Clark the Cleric

    NOOOOO!

    CURSES, DEXTERITYYY! (Or Athletics)
    I-it's okay guys, we're still gonna survive somehow, right?
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    Uneducated guess: It was some Sort of stun spell. (the light moving at you rather than any typical projectile being fired, only affecting the motor)
    Then the second stun would have knocked us out.

    >Clark the Cleric
     
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    Interlude: Clark the Cleric
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    • A/N: I had too much fun. My birthday was yesterday. I played a lot of video games.
    Clark sighed as he wrote into his journal. When he was inducted into the Clerical Order of Sonic, he didn't think it would involve writing reams upon reams of paperwork. He was envious of the guys that were assigned to the healing and dispensing of medicine; all they did were do simple labor and then lounge around during rest hours. They had rest hours. You could barely have a peaceful time with coffee without a sacristan approaching you with a pile of paperwork.

    When he was approached to become a companion cleric for the Hero's party, he took it with open arms. After all, it was an escape from the drudgery of paperwork. He imagined going into villages, blessing the sick, sanctifying schools, but his role in the party was more boring than he thought. The party had a budget, and he had to record every purchase and sale and approve any request for material and equipment. He was their auditor and treasurer. Even in the adventurous wilderness, paperwork managed to follow him. Par for the course of being a cleric of the god of knowledge.

    His left hand clenched, crumpling the left side of the journal he was writing on. He was required to keep a journal every day, for recordkeeping purposes. Usually, he would write a bland ten-word sentence, describing the location and weather, but today, they had just liberated a goblin-occupied village. Before the fight even occurred, Clark groaned at the thought of having to record the number of goblins, casualties, injuries, and supplies used. He could already feel his wrists cramping already. It was a lengthy report, three pages long and counting.

    There were gnolls and kobolds too, and they all wore mail and used strange artifacts. Those managed to pierce through leather and gambeson. They were strange contraptions that broke rather easily. Thank the gods he had assistant clerics to draw things. If he didn't, he was sure that writing reports would last all day long.

    "Alright, that's half of it, I think," Clark remarked. "The injuries and the medicine and the rituals are next."

    Clark kneaded his shoulders as he rose from his seat. With the journal in hand, he walked towards the healer's tent. All the injured should be there. Entering through the entrance flap, he was welcomed by the sight of the otherworldly hero showing off to the locals. The hero does have an impressive physique, but he ignored it. He approached one of the older healers, Angela Amorticalla, the senior healer.

    "Good afternoon, Angela," he said. "How many are injured?"

    "Good afternoon to you too, sir Clercson," she replied. "Eleven of our men suffered minor injuries and three suffered major injuries, while forty-two of the locals suffered minor injuries and five suffered major injuries."

    "I see," he noted down her answer. "Any casualties?"

    "Five of our men, and fifteen of the locals," she answered.

    Clark noted that down with a frown. Having anyone die on your watch generally stings. He snapped his journal closed and bid Angela goodbye. He then went to the carts where Almandine Alerton stands by most of the time. Almandine was the quartermaster and he took stock of the supplies brought and used in the adventure. When they left Luxhome, all the crates have been full of supplies, but after their operations here, their contents have been halved.

    Nine yards of bandages, ninety-two pounds of medicine, twelve...

    He noted down the quartermaster's report into his journal before moving to the tinkers. Well, they didn't have tinkers, but there was a horologist and tinsmith in town, and they were looking at the artifacts the dark army used. Novices stood by their side, cataloguing and drawing the parts that have laid on the table.

    "Any luck on parsing them?" Clark asked.

    "No," the tinkers answered. "We disassembled and reassembled them, but they still didn't work. We used an untampered one, but it still didn't work."

    Clark frowned. "What does it do?"

    "As far as we can tell, it shoots out a lead pellet by explosions. We're suspecting enchantments, but we're not wizards enough to recognize any runes and magical residue."

    "Mind if I take a look?"

    "No. Help yourself."

    Clark approached the tables. He could see multiple artifacts in pieces. He had seen these parts in complicated alchemical machines, but these ones were much smaller. They were forged from poor-quality metal, but the effects had been potent on their men. While he observed nothing overtly magical on the pieces, he could feel a blessing placed upon them. They should baptize these before they become cursed.

    "One of the alchemical orders might know of these," he noted. "These share a lot of parts with alchemy machines."

    "Really?" The tinsmith said. "I would have reckoned these were wizard staffs."

    Clark shook his head. "It looks nothing like a staff. Those tend to be made from wood and solid all the way. These are metal and hollow."

    "These are dark worshippers were talking about. Goblins, kobolds, and gnolls," the horologist remarked. "Their traditions don't align with ours."

    "They have shamans and priests and clerics of their own. They used the same tools as us."

    "So... that means these are otherworldly staves."

    "The traditions of another world are certainly amazing."

    Clark rolled his eyes are their comments. After writing down his last notes, he left the tinkers to do as they please (ogling over the alien technology). He checked up on his notes to see what's the next event on schedule. Rituals, he remembered. A grimace appeared on his face at that thought.

    "I'm going to be handling smelly dead bodies."
     
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    • 26: Second Awakening
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    • A/N: Zacatigy has sent me some more suggestions. +2 Omake Points.
    You awaken. You find yourself in a cavern. It is dark and hard to see. You glimpse silhouettes of piles in the darkness.

    [For observing things in the darkness, you have exercised Perception. +1 Perception]

    The extra point of Perception didn't help much. You're more able to tell that there are indeed more piles around.

    You feel very light. You feel very low. You feel your chassis laying on the rough rock. You feel everywhere, scrambled, like your very organs are scattered all about on the floor.

    You try to light up your headlight. Your lamps do not respond. You're a little afraid that all your lights have been broken, but before you could lose all hope, the light flickers on and what you see terrifies you.

    They have stripped you of your shell. They have harvested your many pipes. They have torn your mast and forks, leaving you incapable of lifting. They have taken away your engine, leaving you incapable of driving. They have spared your electronics, chassis, and growlbox, but that doesn't give you much. You're broken, very broken.

    You start your growlbox. It has to be your engine for now. It is weak. Your wheels turn slowly.

    [Boblin has issued you a Divine Quest!

    Save Kulaed's Clan
    Oh blessed earth! You're alive, Kanorigan. You should be double dead now, but this is perfect. I need you to help Kulaed. Them being here is not good for them, but I couldn't do anything. They're being watched by gods more powerful than I. I'm entrusting a lot on you.

    Rewards:
    2 Unallocated Statistical Points
    1 Ascension Point]

    [Divine gift! Boblin has granted you the perk: Dragon's Heart.]

    [Dragon's Heart
    There are very few true dragons left in this world, and you have become one of them. Dragons are strange creatures, primarily defined by their power and faith.]

    The power descends into you. An engine, made of flesh and rubber, knits itself into existence where your old one once was. Chords of flesh begin weaving throughout your chassis, holding together the damaged parts. It reinforces your broken frame and fixes firmly all the parts and electronics that had become loose.

    You panted. That is a strange feeling. Your new engine vibrates, sending a warm liquid through tubes in your flesh. You drive around, testing your new engine. It moves you well. It is powerful. It pushed you forward as fast as your old engine.

    You hear some shuffling. You must go.

    >_
     
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    • Kanorigan, the forklift-cyborg Dragon

    What format should suggestions for new stats/perks be in?
    Being (partly) organic calls (imho) for a new stat: regrowth, measuring the ability to heal damage and regrow what was lost.

    And since we just got an ascension point, now would be perfect.

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    Forgot the vote
    >Your new perk mentioned that "dragons" are defined by their faith, try praying to Boblin and Poglin.
     
    >Your new perk mentioned that "dragons" are defined by their faith, try praying to Boblin and Poglin.

    That...is... awesome! It is bad we got broken but here is a silver lining, we gonna be hybrid of flesh and metal. That is cool!
     
    MangoFlan said:
    flesh and rubber
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    So we're just a forklift with an anatomically correct Dragon heart attached now huh ? Weird.
    Also why is it partially made of rubber ? like is that actually rubber or does Kanorigan just not know what it's made of ?
    Edit: at least we won't need fuel now.
    >_Your new perk mentioned that "dragons" are defined by their faith, try praying to Boblin and Poglin.
     
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    You know, I think I found the word I was looking for. Instead of faith, I probably should have used conviction. I was looking something like strong belief.

    Toboe said:
    What format should suggestions for new stats/perks be in?
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    Name of perk/stat followed by a description the perk/stat should suffice. E.g.:

    Earthbound
    The power of the earth strengthens you. For as long as you are in touch with the ground, your strength and vitality is magnified.

    Robot # 207 said:
    So we're just a forklift with an anatomically correct Dragon heart attached now huh ? Weird.
    Also why is it partially made of rubber ? like is that actually rubber or does Kanorigan just not know what it's made of ?
    Edit: at least we won't need fuel now.
    >_Your new perk mentioned that "dragons" are defined by their faith, try praying to Boblin and Poglin.
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    Because it's a melding of mechanical and biological, and rubber happens to be something in between. It's organic but also synthetic.

    I'll inform you that you do still need fuel. It's equivalent to food. As of the current design, Kanorigan does not have a mouth.

    If you're curious about what they look like right now, I'm imagining them something like the infested command center.
     
    MangoFlan said:
    Name of perk/stat followed by a description the perk/stat should suffice. E.g.:

    Earthbound
    The power of the earth strengthens you. For as long as you are in touch with the ground, your strength and vitality is magnified.
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    Stat:
    Regrowth
    The ability of organic (and semi-organic) life to self-repair and regrow what was lost. Takes time and energy (usually in the form of fuel or fat)
    MangoFlan said:
    I'll inform you that you do still need fuel. It's equivalent to food. As of the current design, Kanorigan does not have a mouth.
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    Does Kanorigan still need fuel-fuel, or would things like the kobatens mushroom based lamp oil also Count as fuel?
     
    27: First Dragonic Impressions
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    • A/N: I'm a bit busy. I may update the shops later.
    Being a dragon seems interesting. It's a totally different experience from just simply being a forklift. You never had so much fluid flow through your being.

    The notification had said that dragons are defined by their faith. You aren't sure what faith is. You wrack through your memories, trying to recall what the word means. It is a rare word. The kobaten doesn't say it a lot, but you've heard Kulaed use it a couple of times. It was always with the mention of Boblin. Perhaps you should try that. You should try praying to Boblin and Poglin.

    You lower all the parts of your body that could be lowered. You lower them so much they're as close to the rocky ground as possible. Your growlbox murmurs.

    "Boblin kug Poglin, Kanorigan kaotuil agargar," you say, repeatingly.

    A pressure settles over you. That's a good sign, you suppose.

    [Fool.]

    The pressure immediately subsides, and you head a loud explosion. A pellet embedded into your flesh, and dark oil begins leaking under your chassis. You turn to see the source.

    You light shines upon a group of conolen. Strange creatures with fibers growing on their surfaces. They bare their teeth ar you while they point their hollow tubes at you. You should have run.

    You had to take time to back up and drive away. The conolen have punctured wounds into your flesh. The pellets bounced upon your metal parts, but not without leaving bumps. They have made many leaks on your flesh pipes, and oil begins to pool under you.

    You try to drive into the conolen, but they are simply to agile and the ground simply too bumpy. They stand on the piles of debris that you can't drive on, as they shoot pellets at you with their hollow tubes.

    [Abominable. This is what a kobold god tried to create. This is barely a dragon.]

    This is untenable. You must go. They are damaging you very much. You find it a little hard to drive with all your wounds. You drive quick around the piles, but the conolen could just climb the piles. You're always in sight of them, but they seem to not able to hit you easily.

    You drive out of the dark cave, but seems to be a mistake. You find yourself in a bright cavern, and there are many creatures in here. Conolen and kobaten work alongside a third type of creature with spindly limbs, smooth surfaces, and flat faces. Many of them carry hollow tubes which are pointed at you.

    [Rejoice! Shotacha have issued you a Divine Quest:

    You Sully the Glory of Dragons
    Abominable creature, submit to the divine powers of the dark gods. Come to the temples and we shall cleanse the dishonor stained upon your bones and flesh.

    Rewards:
    A Clean Soul]

    >_
     
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    • Wait so we were still in big ass danger?

    Wait, there is kobolds and... two others here?
    Should we actually do the divine quest? It feels like it's actually gonna do worse stuff to us kinda or it's just wording

    I CANT WORK UNDER PRESSURE
    PANIC

    Someone else do voting.
     
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