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Post by Pyrodeus (NPC) on Mar 11, 2009 9:57:06 GMT -6
[glow=red,2,500]Pyrodeus appeared in a flash of flame with Visignis and Viviana. They found themselves standing in an ankle-deep pile of rusted, oily components of some long-forgotten machine.
"Well, we found the city," he said, lifting his feet to stand atop the trash. "This must be the junkyard."
He then looked at Viviana. "Now, about that cloak," he said. "It will take a couple of minutes, but I can make you one out of chain mail. The links will be very small, only a millimeter across. It'll conceal and move like cloth, and should be whisper quiet. But it'll also provide excellent protection, far better than any mail made by human hands."[/glow]
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Post by Viviana on Mar 11, 2009 10:03:38 GMT -6
[glow=purple,1,800]Viviana smiled. If Visignis' bracer was any indication of the quality of Pyrodeus' work, a cloak of mail handmade by him would be rugged to the point of making wear and tear negligible, even over the course of thousands of years. It would also make an excellent shield; it wouldn't deflect projectiles like Visignis' scimitar or bracer, since it wasn't solid, but it would stop them from sinking into or going through her in all but the most extreme of cases.
Then again, being with this group seems to bring on the most extreme of cases pretty regularly, Viviana thought to herself.
"Thank you, Pyrodeus," she said, smiling thankfully. "I hate to make demands, but is there any way to make the cloak purple? It's my favorite color."[/glow]
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Post by Pyrodeus (NPC) on Mar 11, 2009 10:29:43 GMT -6
[glow=red,2,500]Pyrodeus nodded. "Yeah, that won't be hard," he said, his left index finger glowing with red flame, his right with blue. "With links that small, if I alternate red and blue the cloak will appear a dark purple."
He then jabbed his right finger at the air in front of him. A miniscule blue spot, a millimeter across, floated there. It was a link in the chain mail.
His arms then burst into flames, his left arm burning a bright orange, his right arm a vibrant blue. With remarkable speed, he began thrusting his fingertips at the air in front of him. After about one minute, he stopped. A purple hood, looking for all the world like a thin but totally opaque shimmering fabric, floated in the air.
"Whew," Pyrodeus said, wiping his brow with his flaming hand. "This isn't gonna be easy, not outside the Forge. It'll take at least ten more minutes, could be as much as twenty," he told Viviana.[/glow]
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Post by Visignis on Mar 11, 2009 11:06:15 GMT -6
[glow=orange,1,600]Visignis smiled as Pyrodeus worked on the cloak. "Hey father," he asked, "when we get back home and you're in the Forge again, do you think you could make me a cloak out of mail?" he asked. "Not that this one isn't nice, but it's about the 200th one I've owned. One that wouldn't keep falling apart sure would be-"
Visignis suddenly stopped, and looked at some strange kind of mutated creature a few yards away. It was about the size and shape of a large dog, but it stood upright in its back legs, gnawing on a maggot-ridden corspe of some other creature he couldn't identify. It looked up from the meal it held in its paws, which had grown some sort of talon. Its eyes revealed little intelligence, but a ravenous hunger coupled with demented anger.
It growled menacingly at Visignis immediately before its greenish-gray, emaciated form began to run toward Visignis. He promptly drew one of his revolvers, and shot the creature in the head. The plasma round from his revolver blew teh majority of teh mutant's head cleanly away, and its body skidded to a stop a few feet from him.
At least a dozen more soon peered over a hill of garbage several hundred feet away. They all began bounding toward the group, and Visignis shook his head.
"Dammit, I bet the gunshot alerted them," he said. He drew his second revolver, and looked at Viviana. "This has much more ammo than your guns," he told her. "Keep the switch set to red, the rounds do more damage to flesh and these things have no armor to worry about." He then tossed her his other revolver and began firing at the creatures, hoping to stop them before they reached the group.[/glow]
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Post by Viviana on Mar 11, 2009 12:15:23 GMT -6
[glow=purple,1,800]"Are you serious?" she said, catching the revolver and looking skeptically at the 6-round cylinder. Shrugging her shoulders, she fired her 6 rounds, killing 4 of the creatures outright and wounding a fifth. She swung the cylinder out of the gun, prepared to reload, when she took another look at the bullets.
Not one of the firing pins had been dented. The bullet casings weren't brass; they seemed to be made out of that same familiar crimson alloy she had seen Pyrodeus create so many things from.
With a flick of her wrist, the cylinder snapped back into place. She pulled the trigger again, and the gun fired again, killing the creature she had wounded.
The one she missed was now upon her; it leapt into the air, and she fired out of instinct. The bullet tore through the mutant's chest and out its back, taking a large portion of its ribcage and several vital organs with it. What was left of the mutant's body slammed against her, cauing her to stumble and fall to one knee.[/glow]
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Post by Pyrodeus (NPC) on Mar 12, 2009 21:47:38 GMT -6
[glow=red,2,500]Pyrodeus barely looked up from his work on the mail cloak as the mutant dogs attacked. One tried to attack him, but he kicked it in the head, breaking its neck.
He sighed, seeing how little progress he had made. The cloak would only cover Viviana slightly below the shoulder at this point. This was taking longer than he had thought.[/glow]
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Post by Viviana on Mar 12, 2009 21:53:36 GMT -6
[glow=purple,1,800]Viviana tossed Visignis his revolver back. "Magic cylinders," she said. "Those must be new."
She looked at Pyrodeus. "Can you do that with clips?" she asked.[/glow]
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Post by Pyrodeus (NPC) on Mar 12, 2009 22:00:53 GMT -6
[glow=red,2,500]Pyrodeus glanced at Viviana, annoyed. "Let's keep it to one magical artifact at a time, shall we?" he said. "This cloak is hard enough."
He continued working as he spoke. "Clips won't work as well as a revolver cylinder, anyway," he told her. "The way an automatic gun works, there has to be something to eject. Visignis' revolvers hold 600 rounds each of 2 different kinds of ammunition, because there are no casings to generate. I can only multiply the capacity of a magazine by about ten or so."[/glow]
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Post by Visignis on Mar 12, 2009 22:05:47 GMT -6
[glow=orange,1,600]Visignis caught and holstered the revolver. "When we get back, I might be able to modify your clips for you," he told Viviana. "The shotgun magazine, too. But like my father told you, I don't think we can do any better than tenfold."[/glow]
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Post by Viviana on Mar 12, 2009 22:07:47 GMT -6
[glow=purple,1,800]Viviana laughed. "Are you kidding? Tenfold would be great! I was hoping to maybe double the capacity, but that would be awesome!"[/glow]
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Post by Pyrodeus (NPC) on Mar 12, 2009 22:54:00 GMT -6
[glow=red,2,500]After about 5 more minutes' work, the cloak was now just shy of waist-length. "We're getting there," he said, to no one in particular. "Slowly but surely."[/glow]
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Post by Visignis on Mar 12, 2009 23:09:49 GMT -6
[glow=orange,1,600]A look of concern crossed over Visignis' face. "It's been almost ten minutes," he said. "Taelyrn and Cryodivus should have found us by now. Where are they?"[/glow]
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Post by Pyrodeus (NPC) on Mar 12, 2009 23:45:30 GMT -6
[glow=red,2,500]Pyrodeus frowned. "Good point," he said, the flames on his arms dying down. The cloak fell to the ground as his concentration was elsewhere. As the other half of Cryodivus' tandem, Pyrodeus should be able to find him - and, presumably, Taelyrn as well.
"Okay, I've got it narrowed down to a hemishpere," he said. "Now a few hundred square miles, now only a hundred..."
His eyes lit up. "Okay, I've got it narrowed down to within a radius of about 10 city blocks," he said. "He's in the city somewhere." He then looked at Viviana. "If we're going back into the city, you're gonna need that cloak," he said, lifting it up once more. His arms burst into flames again, and he got back to work.[/glow]
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Post by Visignis on Mar 14, 2009 0:26:20 GMT -6
[glow=orange,1,600]"Is there anything I can do to help?" Visignis asked.[/glow]
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Post by Pyrodeus (NPC) on Mar 14, 2009 0:41:13 GMT -6
[glow=red,2,500]Pyrodeus shook his head. "Thanks anyway, son," he said, jabbing the bottom of the cloak furiously with his fingers. "But I don't think you're ready to create metal from fire outside the Forge yet."
The cloak was now just below knee-length. Pyrodeus smiled at the ease of the cloak past a certain point; just add links in simple rows, no more compensating for curvature of a head or shoulders.
Three minutes later, he sighed with relief and exhaustion. "Here you go, Viviana," he said, the cloak falling to his hand. "Try it on, and please tell me it fits."[/glow]
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