[Game Thread] Prologue: MasterArson

[MasterArson]

Where is the creator of the large moving chair machine?
NOW!!!
Asop Slams his fist on the desk, staring at the fat man with deep strong eyes.

[Ralos theUnspoken]

The man becomes visibly enraged, standing up and swelling his chest out.

Who the hell do you think you are?! You can't just waltz into my office and start making demands of the Great Mizun! You're lucky I don't call the town guard right now and have them string you up, but if you don't get out right now, I could be persuaded to change my mind.

[MasterArson]

Asops demanding opposing demeanor quickly changes to respectful as if it was always that way.

I am sorry, Great Mizun, I did not realize who I was talking to.

Asop bows respectfully

But with all respect, your ride has malfunctioned and many peoples lives are in your hands. I think it would be a shame if the Great Mizun is to be labeled a murderer. And would much rather he be labeled as a Hero of many. News will spread of your heroism to far lands and will attract commoners and noble men alike.

[Ralos theUnspoken]

He cools off a little, and sits back in his chair.

That's why I hire those unsavory grease monkeys that hang around the machines; to maintain them and keep things from breaking too often. It's not my head on the line if accidents happen, it's the staff.

[MasterArson]

Of course a man so brilliant as you would not have taught the whole inner workings of such a magnificent machine to some petty monkey, spreading around the mechanical issues so no one lowly mechanic can repeat this brilliance.
The collapse encompasses the whole machine, almost as if someone who wants your demise has tampered with it all planning to make it all fall apart at the same moment. But someone of your stature has no enemies, or at least current enemies. Well, since you said the mechanics could fix it, I will have to take your word on it, and everything will be fixed shortly.
After a quick bow Asop turns around and starts to leave the tent.

[Ralos theUnspoken]

The man begins rubbing his forehead just above the eyebrows, as if seized by a sudden headache.

If it's that bad, go find Jornov, the one who designed the thing. He should be wandering around somewhere, with a bright orange top hat and an equally loud suit. You can't miss him, I'm sure of it.

[MasterArson]

Turning around, giving another quick bow, Asop heads out of the tent and off into the sky looking for this flamboyant man. Also glancing to see if the little girl is still relatively safe.

[Ralos theUnspoken]

The grey clad man sits on the top car, still holding the little girl over open air. He looks bored, but noticeably perks up when he sees you lift back up into the air.

Sure enough, as soon as you start looking down at the crowd, the bright orange hat can be seen near the center.

[MasterArson]

Asop flies over towards the grey clad man
That is the creator right there in the orange hat. Please refrain from using violence. It tends to get messy.

[Ralos theUnspoken]

He squints down at the orange spot.

Are you sure about that? Seems odd that a builder of wonders would be dressed like that, and somehow have absolutely no-one nearby know who he is...

[MasterArson]

Well aparently Great Mizun, the owner of this place, gave me the information that he is the designer of this machine. It seems odd to me too, but hiding in the open is sometimes the best place.

So, just wondering, in your plan how were you going to get down from here seeing as the ride is stopped?

[Ralos theUnspoken]

Heh. By taking the express route, of course.

The man stands up slowly and then...casually flings the girl off into the crowd on his right, away from you.

[Grey Init]

Dice Roll:

(as this is an older post, these rolls are interpreted by the older (more basic) dice roller code)
d20+6:	(5) + 6	Total = 11

[Asop auto-Init]

Dice Roll:

(as this is an older post, these rolls are interpreted by the older (more basic) dice roller code)
d20+3:	(4) + 3	Total = 7

[Ralos theUnspoken]

His next move is to pull out a large, rifle-like gun sporting a pistol grip and a black blade running along its underside. Instead of training it on you however, he instead slashes out behind him at the supports for the car he stands upon. Apparently at some point beforehand he had taken his weapon to the very same spot, as the blade slices straight through, sending the car, its smirking rider, and the now screaming occupants sailing towards the ground at a terrifying pace.

[MasterArson]

well ****
Asop flies toward the falling girl 20ft and takes of his handy haversack

also fires off a quickened eldritch blast at grey man

attack

Dice Roll:

(as this is an older post, these rolls are interpreted by the older (more basic) dice roller code)
d20+13:	(19) + 13	Total = 32

damage (gloves of eldritch admixture(1 charge, cold damage))

Dice Roll:

(as this is an older post, these rolls are interpreted by the older (more basic) dice roller code)
6d6+2d6:	(1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 4) + 2d6	Total = 13

[MasterArson]

P.S.

Asop stops flapping his wings and goes into a freefall.
I must be more insane than the grey man for doing this.