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year 5, quarter 3
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She made it here via the waterway trade route created by Sonora across the Aryle lake that connected to Aljana via river. She kept to herself on the boat and in exchange for the trip, she enchanted the boat so that it may never sink. Now that she was here, she did not regret the trip. [break][break] The place reminded her of the ruined Dravania Hinterlands. Where technological advancements from scholars of old fell to ruin once they were driven from their homes. The ruins here of the Lost City made her reminisce of the good days. Every crumbling stone, each once decadently and meticulously placed for what she was sure used to be beautiful structures. And the merge of now ruined technology and forgotten magic entwined tightly on a beautiful mountain side landscape. It all made her imagine what this place used to look like. [break][break] Ah, yes. The memories of scholarly conversations and heated debates on theories. The need to prove others wrong to advance academia. And though she was relentless and huffed at so many back in those days, she looked back on it fondly. It was the most fun and learning she had. And finding Y’shtola to help pass her knowledge was the best thing that happened to her. [break][break] However, being lost in her own memories, she grew careless. There had been a red laser beam that was about ankle height. Matoya had just crossed breaking the beam’s light. There was a rumbling, and the old witch gripped her staff more tightly. [break][break] From the rubble, two malfunctioning magitek death claws rose from their sleep. It was hard to make out much from that static noise that erupted from them. Just “..Stop...” and “...Intruder... ” was the indicator of what agitated them. The jewel in the floating claws beamed red. Matoya tapped her staff to the ground. The Magitek Death Claws shot lasers at her, but she did not flinch as her magical barrier held against them. The metallic sounds of their joints rubbing together made it sound like it had been some time since the dark contraptions had been maintained. [break][break] In the distance, she could hear the clanking of a deranged magitek armor barreling down the ruined stone path in their direction. [break][break] Matoya gave a sigh. The old scholar had hoped to travel in peace. It seemed the ruins here wanted a fight instead. If she could aid in taking Alexander, then what hope did these deranged magitek abominations have against her.
[attr="class","tlbody"]Tellah needed some time away. Some time to think and clear his head. He needed a distraction. The events of the Water Shrine were still too fresh in his mind. Anna’s words still haunted him, her distraught face was all he could see at night. The elderly sage feared that if he remained stagnant in a city he’d drink himself into a stupor. Or worse. So the minute he’d heard about the old ruins and older knowledge hidden in the Kahiko Valley, he’d decided it was the perfect area for exploration and adventure. A good delve into forgotten ruins was just what he needed to distract himself from his dead daughter’s haunting words. Maybe it wouldn’t work. But it was worth a try. Next, he’d have to find Cecil and have a good long talk with the paladin. [break][break]
He hiked through the twisting underbrush and crumbling pathways of the Lost City. The sage held his long, now stained, pink robes in one hand so they wouldn’t catch on every stray bramble and sharp piece of metal. In his other hand, he clutched his staff. His progress was slow, his joints creaky, and his breath becoming labored. But the exertion felt good. It felt good to be doing something, to be on another adventure. [break][break]
The Lost City was said to contain remnants of technology beyond that which Tellah had ever experienced. He had no idea what he’d do if he encountered any of this ancient tech but surely there was nothing magic couldn’t solve. Right? [break][break]
He continued making his way through the ruins, past crumbling walls and forgotten streets. He could almost see the haunting memory of what used to be, of how this place must have looked back in its prime. If he concentrated hard enough, it was almost possible to hear the ancient sounds of a time-lost city. But then, in the distance he caught the barely-discernible sound of something present. Tellah wasn’t alone here. [break][break]
It sounded like a voice, almost. But somehow fake in a way he couldn’t properly describe. Intruder. Then a scraping sound of metal on metal. What in the world was going on? He picked up his pace, stepping more quickly through the fallen rubble now towards the sounds. It was only chance that he avoided a second beam of laser light in his haste to reach the commotion. [break][break]
Ahead, Tellah saw a woman. Elderly. Another older adventurer like him? Perhaps, even, another sage. She held a staff not unlike his own with a shimmering magical barrier surrounding her as strange metal contraptions approached. This must be some of the old technology that had lain dormant in the valley for ages uncounted. He didn’t really know how it worked, but barrier seemed as good a starting plan as any. [break][break]
Tellah stood beside the woman and cast his own protective spells. “What did you do to awake these ancient protectors?” he asked as he tried to figure out what the metal beast charging them was. “What magic are these metal fiends weak to?” The old sage held his staff, prepared to fight alongside the strange woman.
Between the Death Claws and the charging magitek armor, she did not hear Tellah’s rapid footfalls. She was quickly trying to discern which to deal with first. But then a man, in very colorful garments, was soon beside her. She gave a soft huff at his question. “I was merely reminiscing and missed one of the trap lasers, young man.” She gestured with her staff which one she broke along the ground. She hadn’t the mind to tell him her knees were going, so lifting her feet to avoid the obstacles was quite the task. [break][break] She raised her staff and let the aether flow from her to strengthen their barrier. A glimmering shield of prismatic diamonds flickered before them as she cast manaward for the oncoming attack. The magitech armor barrelled into it and she grit her teeth to keep it at bay. “I am unsure.” She muttered, dissatisfied at her own response. “This technology was built for war. It’s armor was meant to withstand all types of damage.” Magic and physical force were equally repelled. The barrier gave her time to observe the threat before her. [break][break] She would deal with the Magitek armor first. It had the most strength behind it. Repelling it would quickly drain her magic if left to its own devices. “But the armor in this one is cracked. We might be able to rattle its circuits if done just right.” If she could aid in disarming the mighty Alexander, then this would not be so difficult. She manipulated the aether before her, her crystal eye in the staff glowing bright. She called upon the unaspected magic, causing the light and wind to become one. She focused the scathe ability on the weakness in the armor. The armor cracked more under the pressure of the magic, widening the gap to the circuitry beneath. She was sure he would catch on to what he was to do next.
The elderly woman huffed at him as he approached, clearly annoyed by his line of questioning. But he was entirely caught off guard by her words. Young man.Young man. Despite the danger charging at them, he merely stared at her for a moment. How old was she that he would be young in her eyes? He let out a laugh and smiled, eyes crinkling with the action. “It’s been many years since anyone’s called me young.” [break][break]
The woman cast a barrier that Tellah didn’t entirely recognize, but it was clearly in an effort to repel the technological beast. It worked to protect them, at least for a while. But unfortunately, she had no further insight on what might work against this technology made for war. Tellah certainly had no clue. This was completely outside his realm of expertise. [break][break]
She pointed out a crack in the armor and Tellah narrowed his eyes, peering through the magical barrier to see what she mentioned. Ah yes, just there, the hard metal shell was cracking open and revealing strange coilings innards.His companion raised her staff and channeled more magic that was unfamiliar to Tellah. Clearly, this woman had come from a place where magic worked differently than he was used to. But the effects were much the same. The armored shell cracked open further under the assault of the magic. Light bounced off the shiny metal and momentarily blinded him. [break][break]
A close look revealed more of the coiled innards of the beast glinting in the sun. Something that looked like lightning sparked and curved over the wires. Was thunder the solution here? Or would that provide more power to the creature? Its movements seemed halting as Tellah looked on, trying to decide on the best course of action. A large spark crackled across one of its arms and it shuddered under the assault. Ah. So, too much thunder looked like it might overwhelm the thing? [break][break]
He raised his own staff alongside the woman’s and took advantage of the crack she helped widen. He channeled a bolt of ravaging Thundara pointed at the weak spot. His magic hit its mark and arced across the entire metal body. Lightning wrapped around it and wormed its way into the coiling wires inside. The armor shuddered and tried for one more step, but the magic coursing through it proved to be too much. It vibrated for a moment longer before the whole thing stopped moving. Slowly, the metal thing fell, collapsing to the ground as lightning continued to spark through it. [break][break]
Tellah gave a nod and snort of satisfaction as the forest around them shuddered with the impact. He turned to the woman. “Never seen something like that before,” he commented, before looking back at their remaining enemies. Now, how to deal with these?
He stared at her in surprise and amusement. There was a twinkle in her wrinkled eyes and a soft smirk. Though it was hidden as she lowered her chin and shadowed under the brim of her hat. “That’s because people these days don’t look anymore.” They barely made eye contact too, let alone speak with their chin up. By Thaliak’s beard, how the times had changed. The journey was a blessing in itself and look. No one here except two curious people with a bit of age on them. [break][break]
But before, she could further retort, the rampant machine was already upon them. It took him a moment to catch on. Matoya poured her aether into the barrier, but it would only take so much brute force. It was shuddering and fading before them. It nearly had the sound of cracking glass. Then his magic struck true and overwhelmed the creature. She covered her eyes and turned away, as the sparking caught her off guard. “That’ll teach it to act on its programming.” She muttered as she spat at it. [break][break] She turned to the two mechanical deathclaws. “I have, unfortunately. Had a way to repel them too. But the council thought me mad. Told me I would blow the place with my ideas and they turned to make everyone run instead.” She was so bitter even to this day about it. She even stayed behind and bound her knowledge away just to piss in their river. [break][break] The barrier cracked as the fingers of the deathclaws bit into the barrier. Then, it was shattered in ethereal shards before dissipating on the wind. The first of the magitek hands swiped down and Matoya was not nimble enough to dodge it. The old witch was swiped by the back of robes and picked up. She tried, comically, smacking her staff against it. It then began to follow a programmed path once it snatched her. “Unhand me!” She scolded it. [break][break] The second hand also wiped down the grab Tellah.
Tellah snorted as the woman mentioned that people doing look anymore. Wasn’t that the truth? These kids, never properly looking at someone when they spoke, never seeing beyond the obvious. He decided he liked this woman instantly. But there wasn’t time for grumbling about the younger generations just yet. The threat had to be taken care of first. [break][break]
As the armored creature fell, overwhelmed by his lightning spell, his companion spat at it in satisfaction. Apparently, she had experienced these types of machines before. Clearly she came from a different world than Tellah, somewhere where this type of technology was more commonplace. He was very intrigued when she went on to mutter about a way to destroy them, a way that was apparently mad according to some council. He opened his mouth to ask more, to learn about what this method was, but just then the barrier started cracking. [break][break]
He took an instinctive step back as the magical barrier shattered into a thousand shimmering shards as one of the metal hands smashed into it. Neither of them had enough time to react before both of the lethal claws were on them, one each, grabbing at their long flowing robes. The woman’s purple robes were gathered into one hand while Tellah’s own pink were snatched up by the other. In another circumstance, he might have laughed at the sight of his companion smacking at the metal creation with her staff. But now, they were both in peril. He didn’t know exactly what these machines were built to do. But certainly nothing good would come of it! [break][break]
“It might be time for your mad method of repelling them,” he commented, trying in vain to pull his robes free. “I’m open to other suggestions.” Shocking a creature actively holding onto you was not a good idea, so Tellah was out of methods of easy escape.
Well, wasn’t that fine! Both of them caught by the crazy machines. Her face drooped in utter resignation. What would her struggling do at this point. She crossed her arms and scowled angrily, like an angry cat picked up by the scruff. “If only I could. I lack my resources.” She huffed a response to Tellah. “Let’s see where they take us. If they wanted us dead, they wouldn’t be carrying us.” The magitech deathclaws were also tamed and rewired as mounts in her world. Perhaps they were simply hay-wired worker bots. [break][break]
As they sailed down the trail, the deathclaws hummed with electricity, buzzing the words “Death...intruders...alert…” repeatedly. Eventually, they made their way to a fallen building. It’s entrance was without a door and its walls sloped, but alas, it still stood. There were electric lights that shined against the walls seen through the glass-less windows. [break][break] On the smooth stone pathway, the two magic users were dropped unceremoniously on their rumps. The death claws floated forward to be greeted by a small boxy robot, that cycled out of the entrance on one wheel. A large antenna was attached to its head and it had one eye affixed to its front. [break][break] “HIGH FIVE MINIONS!” It declared rather loudly, raising its clampers up to the the death claws. [break][break] “Death.” They buzzed as they turned themselves to oblige their leader. [break][break] The robot then put its hands on its sides, much like a person would on its hips. Then wheeled its way towards them. [break][break] “SUCCESS! My spell to make you hang out with me worked!” It then bounced and clomped, its hands in the air in excitement. And it started dubbing... [break][break] “What spell? And who said we are staying?” Matoya frumped, trying to get back up and dust herself off. Though, there was a little bit of curiosity in her eyes, despite her rough words. [break][break] It seemed to panic the robot, “Oh god, please -- PLEASE! -- stay a while."
Alas! The woman didn’t have the needed supplies for whatever that method was she alluded to. Instead, it looked like they were just going to have to go with it, to be hauled along wherever these robotic claws wanted them. She made a good point, however. These things could have easily crushed the both of them if that was the plan. Thankfully, they were still alive. So the plan likely wasn’t death...but what was it? [break][break]
They both dangled by the long folds of their robes, hauled along by the robotic hands down the trail through the valley. An inhuman voice repeated the same three words over and over again, a monotone unchanging cadence. Tellah supposed he’d just have to relax into the ride. He huffed out a long puff of air and crossed his hands over his chest. “Name’s Tellah,” he offered during the ride. “Suppose we’re in this together now.” Might as well know each other’s names before they both became slaves of a robot empire or something. He didn’t know what robots did.[break][break]
Eventually, bright lights gleamed through a mostly fallen building. It was ruined like most of the buildings in this region, but clearly there was something alive--if that was the correct term--here. Something was keeping the lights on and powering the claws. Tellah and Matoya were both deposited on the pathway before the building, robes billowing out around them. The sage grumbled and winced at the pain in his hip and struggled to a standing position, using his staff for leverage. “Damn useless claws, could have just killed me and been done with this. Don’t have to break all my old brittle bones in the process,” his voice was a grumpy mutter that would have continued were it not for the appearance of the strange little robot that wheeled towards them. [break][break]
It spoke to them, voice high-pitched and metallic. But the words were more… human than the deathclaws’ words had been. There was a cadence to it, the emphasis of certain syllables. It was, in a word, disconcerting. Especially when the robot creature put its little hands on its sides. Hips? Whatever was happening Tellah did not like it. He liked it even less when it started bouncing and proclaiming its spell was a success. [break][break]
Matoya seemed plenty grumpy herself as she responded to the little monstrosity. She seemed more adept at dealing with these strange robotic oddities. Afterall, such science was unheard of in Tellah’s home world. “Yes, I certainly feel no compulsion to stay here. Not after such a rude and uncomfortable journey.” The man’s eyes narrowed at the exuberant thing, now panicking after the mages implied they weren’t staying. “If these things are under your control were you trying to kill us?”
“Matoya.” Was she really giving an introduction in the middle of this transport? At the moment, she wished she was back in her grotto with a spot of tea. “It seems we are, Tellah.” She acknowledged his greeting with a soft sigh. “What brought you to this part of the valley?” [break][break] When they were deposited. She failed to stand on her own. A soft grumble left her lips as she searched for her cane beneath her robes. She used it as a crutch to get her knees bent properly to stand again. Hoping her hip wasn’t broken from the drop, she leaned on her staff to alleviate some of the stress. It seemed Tellah here was having the same issue. “I don’t think the machines realize I’m not as springy as I used to be in my scholarly days.” She was hot headed with debates back then too. It was a fond memory. [break][break] This was the first time she saw a machine being so...human. She watched AIs go out of control. The illuminati wanted to use Alexander for its not intended purpose. The Garleans had their own war machines as much as the older generations had their crude robotic guards. It all taught her to not trust machines. Even Bahamut fell victim to its machinations. [break][break] Her brow creased at the robot’s hysterics. [break][break] “Kill you?! No minions! I simply want a friend! I may be programmed to sound happy, but I am quite depressed. Depression is the second thing I’m good at! Right after crying!” [break][break] There was a long pause as Matoya stared at it, but before she could get a word in. “Aaaaaaand…” It said dramatically, “I need some help getting out of here. I was programmed to be a companion bot, but the civilization here has abandoned me. These Death Hands are all I have left and BOY do they not talk.” [break][break] Matoya gave a heavy sigh and looked at Tellah from the corner of her eyes. “It could help us navigate the ruins more carefully. Especially if it can handle manage the other robots. However…” Should they let such a contraption of the valley? Who were these oher inhabitants it spoke of? [break][break] “What do you say, minion? Will you help me?!”
“I was looking for a distraction,” he admitted when asked what he had been doing in this place, “But this is far more distracting than I had bargained for.” He’d hoped for a fight with a monster or two, an adventure through a forgotten city. Not abduction by crazy machines of science he didn’t understand. Oh well, apparently this was what was happening whether he liked it or not. At least he had a companion if this was to be the end.[break][break]
Matoya was clearly just as displeased as he was about being dumped on the ground. Both of the older travelers used their staves as leverage, leaning against them like walking sticks. Tellah became more and more convinced that this had been a dreadful mistake. The pain in his hip clearly agreed. [break][break]
The strange little metal beast continued in its high, grating voice. How was it even speaking to them? What monstrous power gave this thing a semblance of sentience? Was there ancient dark magic at work here? It seemed quite plausible. Tellah listened, watching through eyes narrowed beneath bushy brows. He wanted to ask how a metal beast could cry, but the thing continued jabbering before he could get the sardonic question in. [break][break]
Finally it finished its rambling tale of woe. As if Tellah should care that this thing was abandoned. In fact, he was beginning to put the pieces together about why it might have been abandoned. Surely no one wanted to listen to this high-pitched jabbering for any length of time. But… there was sense to what Matoya said as the woman spoke up. She seemed to dislike the words even as she spoke them, commenting that it could perhaps lead them through the ruins and communicate with the other robots. [break][break]
He groaned internally, but he nodded slowly in response. “I suppose a guide would be useful,” he said, as his eyes narrowed again. “But I’d prefer a less talkative one,” Tellah added with a grumble. Then he focused his attention on the robot. “Do you know the way out? Can you do anything about the other robots in the ruins?” It wasn’t worth taking this thing if it couldn’t handle those tasks. “You would need to help us if we are going to help you.”
