[d&d] Masin Campaign [full]

I seem a little perturbed by his choice of words.

“Yes and no. It’s... complicated. My blood still flows through the metal.”

 

"So...you're a cyborg then. Suppose that'd make you a litteral Warforge."

 

I shrug. “If that label works for you, I won’t dispute it.”

 

"What I don't get is how these benefactors of yours managed to get it to work. Too allow the energy of life to flow through something mettalic..."
I start inspecting the arm.

 

“It’s not... of this world. Not mortal technology.”

 

The smirk turns in a smile, and the scar.. begins cracking open ever so slowly? The strange waiter's eyes widen with excitement as he focuses on one of the symbols on your arm.
"That is all, then."
He quickly turns his face to the band of musicians, who are packing their instruments away.
"No need to go out tonight. We've got him right.. here. ahahAHAH!"
The stinging laugh becomes a shriek as the waiter dissipates in a smoke that shines the darkest of light.

Spoiler: Ordon/Paradoxical, Tsu, and Josh

When the waiter says "That is all, then." you hear an echo tangled within his voice.
It says, frustrated: "Tha▊▇t is a▂ll I need to kn▇ow-----fiend."

???: "You are a fool. A damned fool, you know that?"

 

Piplue has his battons drawn and is looking around wildly from where the voice is coming from

 

I suspiciously but quickly slip on my gauntlet, put on my helmet, and take out my shield.

 

“...”

I stand, trembling a little. My hand goes to the flanged bronze scepter-like implement at my hip.

 

The musicians place masks on their face, colored red, green, and blue. Then they retrieve their instruments from their cases before ripping a component out of them. This causes them to surge with energy as they transform into different types of weapons. The air around the new weapons seems to have difficulty.. staying in place?

The green one now wields a shield of black metal. Four red lights mark the corners of the giant tower shield.
The red one equips a large firearm, with a red laser aiming straight ahead. It drips small pieces of shrapnel from its barrel.
The blue one holds a wand of crooked dark wood reinforced with the same metal as the others. A red substance swirls around the ornament at the top. Is that reeking blood you smell?

Roll initiative.

 

10 + 2 = 12

I was about to write a description for me activating my armor but didn't have time due to being in a car at the time, can I do that before the fight starts or should I wait for my turn now?

 

8+4= 12

Better get my second magic item....

 

Either one works, whichever you find more dramatic.

 

19 - 1 = 18
“Alright assholes. This just got interesting.”

 

Quietly set the glass down and get ready to leave.

o waow. weaponized instruments. I want one. :L
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6+3=9

 

With a shock baton in one hand and a odd looking device in the other piplue let's out an angry "war squawk".

 

As they don their masks, I undergo a transformation of my own. The blue lights in my eyes flare, and the clockwork in my artificial parts begins to whir rapidly. The machinery shifts and expands as metal plating is summoned around my body and links together to form a suit of ornate and alien plate armor.

"Please... stop this conflict. Spare yourselves the pain."

My voice has a slight reverberation from within my helmet, which encloses my head completely but for the glowing blue of my eyes, and seems much more monotonous than before.

 

I look over to para's character.
"Nice suit. I don't suppose these are friends of yours." I ask as I calmy reach for my bow.
Initiative: 5+3=8
But I have advantage on initiative rolls so...
17+3=20
That's more like it.

 

Iados reaches for his shortsword and bow.

19+4

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To Para: ”Fancy”

 

Initiative: 12+1=13
Are there any normal guests left in the inn?