Pladypus's Story Thread <Current Story: Fall Of The Ironwood(In Progress(For reals!))> Please give me attention; I'm lonely. :c
Sun, 05/13/2012 - 22:13
Welp, hello there! You may or may not know me as that guy who lives for creepypasta. That is not the point. I created this thread to tell stories about characters I conceived. I may or may not have ripped the idea off Tevokkia. These stories will only contain my characters. No amount of kicking, screaming, begging, threatening, or offering to sleep with me will change that. Not at all.
Here's a story. At least part of it.
--THE IRONWOOD FALLS--
--PROLOGUE--
You might have heard about some strange Lumbers called Ironwood Sentinels, which were encountered by the earliest Knights to land on Cradle. These axe-armed titans were not much different from regular lumbers, but on the eve of the mass landing of the majority of the Spiral Knights that now reside here, they disappeared without a trace.
When the Shadow Lairs were discovered, brave adventurers would find that after defeating the dangerous beings of great power they would set foot inside a carnival of horrors known as the Unknown Passage. And there, the oldest, most wizened ones would reel in shock as they were confronted by a ghost of their past.
A Corrupted Sentinel.
What happened to them, you ask?
The following tale will explain.
But that's for later. Right now I have to go eat some cookies.
Tue, 05/15/2012 - 04:32
#2
Interesting ...
I always love your characterizations. ^.^
Nice place to cut, too. I'm going to be wondering what's up with that guy all day.
Tue, 05/15/2012 - 16:56
#3
No subject line spam here, move along
After a few days, the supervisor didn't return, and the management saw fit to hire a new supervisor. The new one was not very different from the old one.
A few weeks later, it was business as usual when the doors to the assembly room were flung open by a stocky figure. In the dim light of the factory, it could be barely recognized as the old supervisor. However, the new one didn't recognize him yet.
There was something wrong, however; the gremlin was now a dark grey, and the goggles glowed a brilliant magenta.
One of the workers, who had been sucking up to the boss recently, approached the old boss without a second thought.
"Hey boss, nice clothes! Now about that prom-"
The other had, in one fluid movement, drawn a wicked-looking magenta blade and plunged it into the worker's chest, in a spot that made sure it cut both the heart and spinal cord.
Even as the worker fell to the ground, veins of the black particles spread across his body starting from the cut, like a spreading fracture.
Seconds later, his goggles also glowed, and he staggered up. Some of the particles extended from his sleeve and materialized into another blade, identical to the other's.
The old supervisor walked over to one of the fully assembled Ironwoods and placed his hand on it. In seconds, it too had been corrupted.
The others had by now caught on to what was happening, and they rushed to battle the invaders with any weapons at hand. The enemy put up a decent fight, stabbing and turning some more gremlins, but in the end, they were disposed of, and their dead bodies dispersed into clouds of blockish particles, which slowly dissipated.
---
The management had been notified of the incident, and security camera footage backed up the workers' claims. The management decided to have a meeting on what exactly to do.
Meanwhile, the workers of Assembly Room 538 had been told to get back to work as usual.
"I don't like this," muttered Dyne. "Something big is going down. I just feel it."
"You could be right," admitted Yards. "That thing earlier, whatever it is, it's infectious. And it can't have gotten this far into the clockworks without infecting a large mass of creatures."
"Then that means that-"
"Yes, Dyne. S@#% is going down."
---
They could not be more right. The infection now knew a place filled with more than five hundred assembly rooms worth of Gremlins. The moment it knew, a plan was set into motion, a plan that was too twisted to be stopped by any metaphorical monkey wrench. The factory's fate was sealed.
The workers' fates however, were not.
Tue, 05/15/2012 - 17:12
#4
Thumbs up
Nice keep it coming :)
Thu, 05/17/2012 - 16:13
#5
beep boop
The next chapter will be delayed slightly because life has been busy and my spare time is used up for Livestreams (Tevokkia's, of course, I don't livestream) and mucking around with spiralspy. If Tevokkia has a stream tonight/today then this will be delayed further. Zeig Heil.
Thu, 05/17/2012 - 16:15
#6
Oh, you!
Oh sure, blame your delays on me. XD
Thu, 05/17/2012 - 16:26
#7
No subject line spam here, move along
I have the capabilities to summon the Dunwich Horror and will not hesitate to do so.
If you excuse me I have elevators to ride for free.
Fri, 05/18/2012 - 06:04
#8
No subject line spam here, move along
The management had decided to not do anything about it. The workers were told to get back to work.
"It's just a little incident, nothing to worry about."
---
The engineer wearily flung open the door to Boiler Room C. Before he could walk in, he dropped his toolbox, spilling its contents on the floor.
He proceeded to shut the door and drive a screwdriver into the doorknob, locking it.
---
"Well, what do you think we should do then? I know the workers were unnerved but it was nothing!" argued the Big Boss, the one at top of the chain of command in the factory.
"Well sir-" started one of his advisers.
The door was flung open and the engineer ran in, breathing heavily as if he'd run through a Candlestick Keep.
"It's here!!!" he screamed, with a tone of desperation. "It's here! It's in the building! Boiler Room C! The Void! The Nothingness! It's everything! It's nothing! It's HERE!!!"
He proceeded to grab a pistol from the wall, bite down on the barrel and fire. His brains splattered across the wall.
The Big Boss and the adviser stared in shock. The boss grabbed a com unit and said: "Security guards, please proceed to Boiler Room C. Unknown disturbance requiring investigation. May be mentally disturbing and elicit strong reactions."
---
The guard kicked the door open. He, along with the others, then stared, as if in shock, at the horrible cloud of blackness in the middle of the room.
There was a crimson eye in the center, and several mouths snapped out of the darkness periodically before retreating back into invisibility.
One of the large boilers had been ripped open, and the darkness was snaking into the giant tear in the metal.
The guard had only enough time to realize what it was trying to do.
"GET AWAY!!!" he yelled.
Then the entire guard was rent at the atomic level by a violent explosion, along with mostly every other gremlin in the factory.
---
Twisted metal beams, broken walls and charred floor were practically all that was left by the cataclysmic blast.
Yards opened his eyes, slowly and painfully. He had sustained several burns and cuts. Dyne was slumped against a wall nearby, with blood dripping from his nose. Many of the other workers had died, and the rest were dying from their injuries.
Dyne was unconscious. Yards repeatedly shook him, whispering, "Wake up. Wake up you d*&^. I know you're alive. We need to get the hell out of here, and I ain't going out with you. WAKE UP."
Dyne's eyes slowly fluttered open. "Wh...what happened?"
"Explosion. Probably from the Boiler Rooms. Thankfully our room is on the outer fringe of the factory, so we weren't affected as badly as the other rooms closer to the center. You're hurt badly, man. You're bleeding."
"Ain't got time to bleed," replied Dyne, as he slowly hefted himself up to stand. "I think there was a gear locker somewhere nearby. We gotta get there. I can Mend a bit."
Then they realized: It was deathly silent.
Then all around them in the wreckage of the factory, the monsters appeared. Corrupted Skeletons and Wolvers dug their way out of the ground, Corrupted Lumbers and Gremlins shook off the rubble on top of them, and Corrupted Lichen materialized out of small pools of scattered liquids, the dark essence materializing into spikes.
"Bloody hell. Bloody f^&*ing hell." muttered Dyne.
Fri, 05/18/2012 - 14:12
#9
Run, guys!
Just want to reiterate how much I enjoy the characters of Yards and Dyne, and their interactions together. True bros.
Nice descriptions on some of the carnage, too.
Sat, 05/19/2012 - 03:50
#10
meep
I got a message from the GMs about not putting no-no words in my forum posts. I can only think it means this, so I will be doing a bit more censoring. Whatever, mods.
Today is a weekend. This may mean more story will be released, and it may not. Whatever.
Post reserved for more stuff. Gotta take a bath now.
[EDIT] Looking from the pace of things it looks like today won't be any different. Whatever.
---
Yards and Dyne crouched in the shadows as a patrolling lumber passed by. The gear room was just behind the door on the other side of the hallway. After Yards had taken a look both ways of the hall, he motioned for Dyne to follow him. The two of them dashed across the hall, dove into the gear locker and shut the door. Dyne threw a chair under the door handle, keeping it shut.
This particular room had remained remarkably intact, which was not very surprising considering it had been bomb proofed in case of an attack on the factory. The walls were lined with knives, bomb packs, hammers, wands, torches attached to oil tanks, sawblades, cannons, and just about every other conventional Gremlin weapon. As Dyne threw on a soft cloak and fit a crystal onto his wand, Yards strapped and buckled a set of Thwacker armor, fastening the shield to the back. He grabbed a hammer from the wall and adjusted it for battle.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Both of them tensed at the noise. Something was pounding on the door.
Dyne healed Yards and then himself up in a few seconds, then motioned for Yards to get near the door. Both of them readied their weapons.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
The chair was almost dislodged now. Yards cranked his arms back further, ready to deliver a potentially devastating blow.
THUD. THUD. CRASH.
The chair had fallen down, and the door was flung open as a female gremlin dove in, landing on the floor. Yards saw that her snout had the regular markings of a Demolition Gremlin.
"Faster!!" shouted the Demo, who had scrambled up to her feet. Another gremlin dove in, this one bearing the slightly burnt fur of a Scorcher.
The scorcher flung the door closed with a resounding BANG. He sat up gasping.
The two newcomers realized the presence of the other two.
"Who are you two?" inquired the Scorcher, as the Demo strapped on a helmet and armor and slung a bomb pack over her shoulders.
"I'm Yards. This is Dyne." replied Yards, who was now leaning casually on the wall.
"I'm Clav. She's Rakel." replied the Scorcher, who had fit a pack of propane over his back. He then strapped a metal mask on and lit a torch.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
"More survivors?" asked Dyne.
"Doubt it." replied Rakel. "We were calling out for any survivors on our way and all we got was a bunch of bloodthirsty monsters."
"Then let's get ready." said Clav, who primed his torch and aimed it at the door, which was shaking under the assault on the other side.
Rakel inserted a key into one of her bombs and wound it up, ready to throw it at the door.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
THUD. THUD. CRASH.
Sat, 05/19/2012 - 05:16
#11
boop bop
bump because today is a slow day
Sat, 05/19/2012 - 07:49
#12
No subject line spam here, move along
Allow me to reiterate: A very slow day. Man this place is inactive.
/facebash into table
HNNGH TOO MUCH TIME TOO LITTLE OBJECTIVE
Also if you're wondering it's pronounced Ray-kel.
Sat, 05/19/2012 - 07:55
#13
WHERE THE EFF IS THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!
DO IT ALREADY "SCUMBAG!!"
Sat, 05/19/2012 - 07:58
#14
No subject line spam here, move along
I lack motivation to just write down a new chapter right now.
That and I'm busy listening to Devour to get in the mood for writing epic swarm battles of destruction and death and stuff.
I'm not sure what to think of what you said, but seeing as you are demanding a new chapter I guess you like it.
Sat, 05/19/2012 - 09:48
#15
we will wait...
... like a sir ಠ_ರೃ
Sun, 05/20/2012 - 01:28
#16
No subject line spam here, move along
After listening to Motivation Proclamation for a few hours on loop I managed to get together another chapter. It will be posted later today as Mom is dragging me on some random trip.
EDIT: Apparently Mom wanted to take me swimming. After reasoning with her explaining that I went swimming every other day of the week and that I deserved this day, I got to stay home. Chapter to be uploaded soon.
EDIT 2: Okay here it is. Whatever. Is anyone even watching? Also, slap me if this chapter doesn't end in a cliffhanger.
---
The gremlin busted down the door, and was immediately immolated and obliterated by a small explosion. He dissipated into a cloud of black particles. The rest of the invaders rushed through the open doorway in full force, and were easily burned and bombed and bludgeoned to death. As Yards swung his hammer into a skeleton's face, knocking its head off, an axe tore through the wall and tossed him away like a toy as the Sentinel clambered through the gap. More enemies started to follow it through, as Dyne quickly mended Yards's injuries. Rakel tossed armed bombs in clusters, obliterating large packs of enemies, but there were always more to take their place in the assault. Clav's torch was igniting the enemies as soon as they came in, but fire only did so much damage, and oftentimes he had to resort to pushing away a few sneakier enemies.
"Watch out, Clav!!" came Dyne's shout over the din of battle.
Clav whipped around and saw a sentinel raising its arm, about to attack.
"...Crap." muttered the Scorcher.
He raised his torch in a blocking position out of instinct, as the axe came down...and down... and TICK TICK TICK
TICK TICK TICK.
Clav slowly opened his eyes. The lumber's arm was still raised, but it was oddly shaking as a constant TICKing emanated from the construct. Then Clav realized: the gears weren't rotating.
The hammer was jammed handle-first into the small opening between the two gears, and now a constant sparking and ticking was emanating from the breach. Yards stepped back, satisfied with his handiwork. The sentinel eventually ran out of power and fell to the floor on its back, driving the hammer handle even farther into it and eventually out the front. It dissipated into a cloud of particles, and Yards picked up the hammer again.
The enemies had been heavily reduced now, and corpses littered mostly every inch of space on the floor. Rakel proceeded to throw a bomb that obliterated the last lichen, and the enemies were finished.
For now.
"C'mon guys, get over here," said Dyne. The others walked over to where he was leaning on the wall.
"So," said Dyne, producing a map of the factory from the locker next to him, "a blast like that one could have only come from the boiler rooms. Now we've got three boiler rooms in the facility: A, B and C. Boiler Room A is the nearest to our position, and after that B. C is quite very near the nexus of the place, and I'm more sure than not that the blast originated from there, but I'm not taking any chances. We're going to Room A, boys."
Rakel shot Dyne a glare.
"...and girl." he added.
Rakel's glare intensified.
"What? Saying 'girls' when there's only one doesn't seem right!" complained Dyne.
"Fine." muttered Rakel.
The four of them proceeded to get newer gear and set out for Boiler Room A.
Sun, 05/20/2012 - 16:47
#17
No subject line spam here, move along
Grr guys if you want me to continue with this you should motivate me to go on!
...Whatever. Is anyone even watching?
Mon, 05/21/2012 - 10:06
#18
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no. nobody is watching and nobody likes this. Not even nyan cat. ========================================|___|^(•‿•)^
Only joking We like your story. I'm sure SOMEBODY is wathcing *looks around* Even nyan cat? ======================================================================================|___|^(•‿•)^
*cumon somebody else post! ლ(ಠ_ಠლ) anybody?*
Mon, 05/21/2012 - 12:01
#19
I'm watching.
I'm watching.
Mon, 05/21/2012 - 22:24
#20
No subject line spam here, move along
Continue to massacre those emoticons and I will have you evicted from the premises.
I never cared for NCat anyway.
---
The four gremlins wearily marched up to Boiler Room A, which had also remained rather intact. Along with the other boiler rooms, it was quite large, being at least four times the size of most of the other rooms.
Yards cautiously grabbed the handle, turned it, and pulled the door open slowly, emitting a creeeeeeeeak.
The four of them peered inside. It was completely dark.
Rakel's hand felt through the darkness beside the doorway in the interior, trying to find a switch. Eventually, with a click, the lights came on.
The floor and walls were a drab grey, and most of the area was covered in rusted white piping. As the gremlins began to search the area, a large black axe-arm erupted out of the concrete.
"Sentinel," muttered Yards. This would be easy.
Then another axe burst out of the concrete, scattering rubble everywhere. Then another. And another.
The four of them gaped in shock as their opponent clambered out of the jagged tear in the concrete.
It was a heavily modified Ironwood Sentinel; infected, of course, and with four axe-arms. Its torso, instead of the misshapen half-exposed regular one, was completely synmetrical, with a large wooden armor piece covering its mechanisms. Four magenta eyes glared malevolently, two on each side of the chest. It proceeded to cleave two of its axes into the ground, producing a deep rut that expanded and created a pack of Swarm Wolvers.
The gap proceeded to close, and the Lumber slowly advanced towards the gremlins, who were backing away at about the same rate.
They were now against the wall, hurriedly fumbling for their weapons, as the Lumber advanced slowly, like a killer taunting his victim...
The four of them leaped out of the way as the Lumber barreled forward with unprecedented speed, creating a huge crater-like dent in the wall. Rubble fell from the ceiling, crushing some of the Wolvers. Clav hurriedly picked one up, hefted it onto his shoulder, and chucked it into their opponent.
It made a dent in the armor, not very noticeable, but it was there nonetheless. The Lumber quickly turned and leaped at Clav with the same incredible speed, knocking Clav down. "Gah!" exclaimed Clav. It raised an axe arm, and brought it down with a cleaving blow. Clav narrowly edged out of the way, and turned just in time to see the Lumber flinch from a vicious blow inflicted by Yards. The Lumber rounded about extremely fast, knocking Yards away with one of its ax arms. It began to slowly advance on the thwacker, as if taunting him with his vulnerability.
Yards, however, was far from vulnerable, as he jammed the hammer into the exposed waist like he did to the other Sentinel.
This time however, the opponent simply looked down as if with mild annoyance, and started to accelerate its gears, snapping the hammer and shooting the two pieces out at incredible speed.
Yards saw a blur of grey and orange speeding towards him.
Then he felt a dull blow.
Then he fell unconscious.
Wed, 05/23/2012 - 10:02
#21
fine i will...
Ok... ﴾͡๏̯͡๏﴿
Nice chapter. I really should be writing my fanfic right now...but anyway, lovely fanfic and i will stop.
Sat, 05/26/2012 - 05:38
#22
We'll be self made millionaires, oh yeah
blomp.
Thu, 11/29/2012 - 23:09
#23
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bweep~
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Dyne hurriedly ducked out of the way of a flying spike, then hefted Yards, still unconscious, onto his shoulder as Clav torched the oncoming mobs and Rakel barely fended off the Sentinel. Dyne ran and unceremoniously dumped Yards into a corner, then ran back to help the other two gremlins fight for their lives.
Clav torched wave after wave of monsters, a manic grin beneath his metal mask as the hissing flames and smoldering ash dominated his field of vision. His scorched gloves pulled steadily down on the lever on his torch as crackling white noise, music to his ears, wafted through the air.
Rakel, on the other hand, was having an increasingly difficult time as the modified Lumber advanced steadily, the bombs only chipping off bits and pieces off of its armored shell. Its magenta eyes flashed a sort of maliciousness, a sort of intelligence you wouldn't see in a regular monster's eyes.
It raised all four arms into the air, and Rakel paled, knowing to not move would be to get smashed into a stain on the floor. She scrambled out of the way in time as the combined power of the arms sent a wave of darkness in their direction, prompting her to jump behind a large piece of rubble. Clav did the same, and Dyne barely dragged Yards behind a sheet of corrugated metal. The wave had somehow caught Yards's lower sleeves and scorched them off, just before Dyne could drag them into shelter. Thankfully, Dyne noted, there wasn't much more damage.
---
Thu, 11/29/2012 - 23:10
#24
box
The story will continue in just a bit, as I have nothing else to do (it's a holiday where I live.) Stay tuned, and Guten Morgen!
Sat, 12/01/2012 - 00:25
#25
It's ninety-nine revolutions tonight!
"CLAV! HELP ME, YOU DOLT!" shouted Rakel, hurriedly activating and tossing a flurry of bombs at the Sentinel. They did next to no damage, but the titan was staggered for a few seconds.
"Sure, miss," Clav said with a snort, changing course towards the Sentinel and setting it ablaze.
The Sentinel was bathed in an incandescent glow as thin trails and pockets of fire dotted its exterior, but It took little notice. It was robotic, after all, and robots didn't quite care about how hurt they were unless they were programmed to, which this one was not.
"It's not doing a lot..." mumbled Rakel.
"Hah! You, miss, are a true master of deduction!" guffawed Clav.
"SHUT UP!" screamed Rakel. She proceeded to grab one of her heavier bombs and toss it, and it broke off the lumber's thorn-like pseudo-head with a resounding snap.
Dyne who had been shaking Yards and grumbling "wake up," whipped around to see what was going on. "Whoa there! Stop it Clav! Y'wanna geddouta here alive? Work together, for Vog's sake!"
"...Fine." Clav growled.
"S*&%!" screamed Rakel, as a Wolver leaped at her and narrowly missed. As it lay prone on the floor, she dropped her elbow onto its head, knocking it out.
"HOW DO WE KILL THAT THING!" shouted Dyne, as Clav continuously sent waves of fire at the sentinel.
"I DON'T KNOW!" Clav screamed back, and paused. "Wait! I think I've got a solution!"
He hurriedly took off his gas tank, detached the torch, and threw it at the Lumber, which was knocked back and stunned. Then he flicked the lighter on the tip of his torch on, and threw it at the tank.
The Sentinel stared at the tank and torch, as if trying to contemplate what this meant.
"...That was your plan?" Rakel half-sneered. Clav raised up his hand to silence her. The lighter was practically heating the side of the tank from how it was positioned.
Their adversary finally stopped focusing on the equipment, and stepped over it, with an accompanying action that could only have been a shrug.
BOOM.
As the giant was finally destroyed in a spectacular show of fireworks, the gremlins were knocked away by the force of the explosion. Their hearing was reduced to a high pitched whine from the sheer torrent and volume of sound.
Well, thought the Scorcher, that wasn't a very favorable outcome, but it'll have to do, as he drifted out of consciousness.
Sun, 12/02/2012 - 06:23
#26
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
WHY ARE ALL MY THREADS SOCIALLY INVISIBLE
WHY DOESN'T ANYONE STOP AND READ
I AM GETTING MORE AND MORE IRASCIBLE
YET NOONE EVER PAYS ME HEED
ALL OF MY WORK HAS GONE UNNOTICED
ALL OF MY PROSE PASSED BY
I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO LET GO OF THIS
PLEASE DON'T LET THIS HERE THREAD DIE
GIVE ME A SIGN THAT ONE OF YOU IS LISTENING
AND MAYBE I'LL GO ON AND WRITE
BECAUSE I WON'T GO ON 'TILL YOU'RE INSISTING
AND RIGHT NOW THERE'S NOT MUCH CHANCE IN SIGHT
There's your all caps poetry for the day. Night, pardners!
Mon, 12/03/2012 - 03:11
#27
Go on
/amused
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Go on
/amused
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Tue, 12/04/2012 - 16:53
#28
/drinks a soda can
There are many, many people who I know well enough on this forum that could convince me to continue. You are not one of them.
Tue, 12/04/2012 - 17:37
#29
Awwww ...
Sorry I haven't commented since you started up again. Things have been a bit hectic. ^.^;
Y u change your display name?
Tue, 12/04/2012 - 18:03
#30
Eh
Because Twerp has this delightful ring to it, but that name was taken. So I added a suffix.
Alternatively, I may be developing multiple personality disorder like the rest of the forum.
I will be busy at the moment trying to learn how2keyboard.
Wed, 01/02/2013 - 00:52
#31
meep meep
"...Yes, your Majesty. We've lost all contact with the Ironwood manufacturing plant. Observers report a large flash and a shockwave emanating from the approximate location of the plant. No gremlins employed there have been sighted. We fear the worst."
"No contact at all with anyone employed there during the disconnect?"
"None at all."
"Then send a team down there to investigate. NOW. Our intel tells us that there are yet more knights inbound, and some are estimated to enter the planetary orbit next week. We must not lose our greatest brute force fighters on the eve of this dreaded occasion, do you understand? Dismissed."
"Acknowledged."
--
"Oy. Wake up, morons."
"Hnngh...wha?" groaned Dyne, as he rolled over and rubbed his eyes.
"We're at a saferoom, twerps." said Rakel. "Just my luck Yards woke up early too, or I'd have had to carry all three of you here by myself."
"Hah, I'd say you needed the exercise."
"Shut up, Clav."
"Whatever."
"So where's Yards?" asked the Mender.
"He went outside, said he needed fresh air. I'd say 's not so fresh when it's got evil contaminants that turn you into a mindless killer, but he went anyway. Speak of the devil, look who came back in." rambled the Demo, as Yards pushed open the door.
"Alright everyone, Room A is a negative. Room B seems like the obvious choice, so get your gear ready. Replace it if necessary. We'll need it."
--
"Lieutenant! I've been looking all over for you!"
"What is it, soldier?"
"Energy surges have been detected in the lower levels of Tier Three. Nothing big enough to denote a very powerful monster, but still deserving of inspection. Furthermore, strange black-hued Clockworks creatures have been sighted wandering nearby depths. They seem to be very aggressive- much more so than their regular counterparts. I and many others privy to this information believe that the level where the surge originated is the source of these, but things are already shaping up to be dangerous. Several scouts have failed to return."
"Scramble our best knights. This looks to be a threat to not only us, but the entire Clockworks- and under these circumstances we cannot ignore the plight of our enemies, hostile they may be. We are on the brink of the next mass landing, and we need to remain sure this planet remains more or less accommodating to our less experienced compatriots. Every bit of manpower counts."
"Understood."
Wed, 01/02/2013 - 16:23
#32
Hmmm ....
Getting the knights involved, eh?
... I keep overlooking this because I don't recognize the name immediately and it looks like the last poster is just someone I don't know commenting. XP
Wed, 01/02/2013 - 17:24
#33
SPOILAR
As far as the actual story goes, the knights and the other gremlins won't really be involved.
Story time because I have nothing else to do.
The Ironwood Factory was the sole producer of any Ironwood Sentinels in the Clockworks. The reason for that was that the axes needed to be made out of a metal that could only remain pristine if utilized beginning in its home environment. The only known deposit was in a Clockworks Tunnel somewhere in the depths of Tier Three, which was promptly turned into a large, sprawling factory complex.
---
Yards was an average bad-tempered foul-mouthed assembly line worker, and this was an average day.
As he affixed two legs to another large wooden shell, his colleague Dyne screwed in the bolts that would hold the arm joint to the body.
"Get a move on, you #$%@s!" shouted their supervisor. The Supervisor was a large, stocky gremlin, built like a brick, with a gruff voice and a volatile temper. The workers hated him, but grudgingly obeyed him for their meager pay.
"That's it, lunch time! Clean up and get out!" shouted the Supervisor.
As the others swept up spare bolts off the floor, Yards and Dyne had already removed any litter in their work area and were strolling out towards the door. As they sat down on a metal bench, Yards pulled out a plastic container containing a few Gel Cores. As he bit down on them, Dyne took a sip out of a canteen full of Gel Drops.
Yards dropped one of the Cores. It rolled over to a strange, jet-black crystal surrounded by a mysterious crimson aura. Strange block-like particles floated around it. Yards had only picked it up when the Supervisor strode over.
"What, I ask, is that?" inquired the supervisor, with a hint of disdain in his voice.
"I don't know sir, I just found it."
"Well, it's mine now," sneered the other, and kicked Yards away before taking the shard and pocketing it.
"What a d%$&," commented Dyne, as Yards gingerly rubbed his forehead.
"Yeah, but that d*&$ is our boss." replied Yards.
They worked the rest of the day away like clockwork. Dyne, however, noticed the boss was not shouting as much, instead staring intently at the crystal.
They packed up and went home.
The Supervisor didn't come to work the next day.