'Erm, my names not Champion.' Otto says as he thinks quickly.
'He went that way with Hero and Saviour!' pointing in a general direction.
Run up an evasion program with a 26
And also an attack program on him called Slow with a 21
With startling realisation you are aware of your disconnection from the Dragon-Net.
Darting sideways 'Shit' you mentally hiss, activating one of your Arcane technologies your Voltaic Coil, swinging your arm out you see the Glyph Circuit Glow with life, electrical fire illuminates the clearing.
A smoking form crashes into you, teeth and long dagger like fangs; its claws tear through your jacket (3 points of damage).
From your left another form hurtles toward you, as the first lays into you with animal savagery.
With a bestial rage born of fear and anger, I will grab the first form by the throat and physically lift it. Smashing the head of it into the other one who is moving in on me.
Strength roll of 19 (what is my current strength mate?)
Dexterity of 17
The first form is slightly quicker than you dodging your attempt to grab it.
However its attempt to hit you is clumsy your arm snapping around to seize it, power surges through your biomech arms as you bend your legs, pivot and slam the first form into the second.
A moment of shock passes you as you recognise the second form to be Zorranson.
The first form immediately begins to recover, hissing as it does.
<"Tough Bastard" says Sting from your headware>
"This way" turning you see a figure surrounded by an aurora of greenish light, a pale luminescence surrounds it, it extends its hand.
'Shit!' Otto exclaims in shock and mild relief.
With a moment’s hesitation, he grabs the hand.
'Where's Trance?' Otto murmurs with delirium and disorientation and promptly is sick over the figure.
A nauseous sensation passes over you; a wrenching sensation and you look up from your knees at a cold stone chamber.
Icy mist floats from your skin.
Across the chamber you see the figure more distinctly, its dressed in a long cloak, seemingly made up of brass, copper and silver metal disks, the form is female, the skin completely white and drawn so tight to her skull it would appear upon the verge of ripping, which indeed it has on her jaw.
Her eyes noir black, the scalp sparsely populated by thin hair.
She looks with interest from the castle window.
"So you are alone, all alone" she rasps, not looking away from the window.
Sensors indicate no living output from her form; the sounds of massed combat come from below.
As she speaks the heat seems to be drawn from your body, almost as if leeching away your life energy.
<"OUT OF THE FRYIN PAN AND INTO THE FRACKIN FURNACE" roars Sting in your head>
'You're not wrong.' Otto says to Sting.
'Who are you?' Otto asks with growing fury and impatience. 'Alone?' he stands upright.
'I'm never alone' He says defiantly as he taps his chest.
'What do you want with me?' he asks through gritted teeth.
Who is fighting below mate? Can I see? Spot of 16
The figure slowly turns her head toward you.
"Me?" she rasps
"I am Lady Lida Silaphinna, lady of this domain"
A deep core of menace seems to radiate from this being.
Further frosty vapour floats off you, toward her.
She makes attempt to stop you moving to another window, allowing yourself to orientate from momentary vertigo you realise that you are within a tower or similar building hundreds of feet above the plains below.
A battle rages below, Black Skinned orks clash with pale humanoid figures, the battle is carnage with ichor and dismemberment in every corner, but still the inhuman combatants murder on.
A quick assessment indicates that the orks are attempting to gain the lower reaches of the mountain.
'What do you want with me?’ Otto repeats with menace.
I will attempt to stop her vampiric draining of my energy.
Will of 16
The chill becomes a dull ache in your guts; instinctively you take one of the talismans that Freyan gave to you.
An aura closes over you.
"How Quaint" she breathes "What do I want, oh only to deny you from my enemies"
With that she sweeps past you, the heavy sense of oppressive age leaves the room as she glides down the stairs, from the chamber.
I pay her no heed mate.
I look closely out of the window. Who is attacking and who is defending?
Am I in the real world???
The orks are attacking the pale soldiers.
You are indeed in the real world, things have changed virtually though, you never used to have Sting in your Headware.
Run a diagnostics check, including a GPS check. (Similar check like on a sat-nav)
Computers of 21
Location wise you are smack bang in the middle of Skarathera, in the Taltos Mountains, the GPS marks this as an Extremely Dangerous Area.
Diagnostics indicate that your biomechanics are running at 95%, physically you are cut, bruised, tired to the point of exhaustion and extremely hungry.
<"To answer your question facknuts gobbleshite, Trance is still in the Net, unlike me she's not a fackin program">
Is the year the same?
'Well, we need to get her out facknats!' Otto says.
It is the same year.
<"FACK Trance is a girl, eeeew">
'Even more reason to rescue her then! And what the fack are you doing in me ead?' Otto asks.
'Do these folks mean me arm?'
<"Well when you did all that rubbish with jampin around, a door opened so stepped in and er I am">
<"I DON'T FACKIN WELL THINK UR HERE FOR UR HEALTH">