First Bolt Shell: Legion of One

[greyerrant]

Characters: Garviel and you
Setting: Multiple floors
Format: Prose
Summary: Garviel wanders the tower doing various things including kicking butt
Warnings: Anything is possible including a heck of a lot of violence. Definitely descriptions of blood and war.



Floor Fifty-Six:

A huge armored figure is wandering the strange hospital ward, as if seeking something he has forgotten. He calls a name every now and then.
"Ferrus? Samus? Aqua? Nikolai? Arturia?"

Nothing but silence greets him. Lights flicker as he moves from room to room, a grey ghost of a battle that was fought in this very tower, and on a thousand other worlds as well. And yet... there is something plaintive in the sounds of the names he calls out in this place.

Floor Sixty-Seven (NIGHT)
The strange twining staircase has become a veritable waterfall of gore, blood and ichor slicking the steps from iron to light in all hues as the sound of battle crashes higher up. It would appear Cerberus set upon a band of orcs at night, or the band set on him, and he decided to single-handedly re-enact the battle of Ullanor. He holds one aloft, just over the edge of the stairs, his armor scarred by their cleavers and bows, then casts it down, smashing it into a pulpy, broken mass onto the stairs itself. His armored chest heaves, and he turns, growling in an almost-feral manner as he continues his ascent. Dare you approach?

Floor Twenty-Five: The grey knight stands vigil in the meadow, his massive form suggesting a grim sentinel in an otherwise beautiful place. He appears to be... shocked by it. Completely at a loss of what to do in a place of undespoiled natural beauty which has not been touched by war.

Floor Fifteen: A pale-skinned man one size too large to be human appears to be working dents out of a breastplate using the tools available in the workshop, hammering away at them in a less then adept manner. It would seem he has only enough skill to effect the most basic repairs on his own armor. Care to offer him some advice?

Comments

[kismetatropos]

"No," Alucard agreed sadly. "Your armor is thick enough that it should hold up well regardless," he said encouragingly. He didn't think that it would be easy to break, even with the dings in it that required more than basic care. Maybe they could create a forge in here, or on one of the other floors.

[greyerrant]

"True. There is little that could break it asunder in my time." He looks sadly at his armor.

"Well, little enough that wasn't carried by men such as myself."

[kismetatropos]

"There must be a floor that makes the ability easier. But until then I believe that your armor will be fine," Alucard repeated, mostly thinking out loud. What would happen if his own armor snagged? "Was your armor in this condition when you arrived, or were you attacked?"

[greyerrant]

"It was somewhat damaged, as my techpriest had recently gone missing, but it wasn't in this condition. THe orks saw to a lot of the more serious gouges."

He flexes his hand, and says, "If there is a floor that enables us to forge and smelt, I haven't seen it yet."

[kismetatropos]

"Nor have I," Alucard admitted. But that didn't mean that it would be impossible to build. It simply meant that they needed to find a place. "But there must be a way."

[greyerrant]

"Indeed there must. Can we find a place with significant heat within this tower?"

[kismetatropos]

"That I do not know," Alucard admitted. A mere fire wouldn't work, but it had to be possible. "I have not explored many of the floors. There must be something of use on one of them."

[greyerrant]

"This strikes me as a priority. Once the time is right perhaps we can meet again and repair this war plate to a more suitable state."

[kismetatropos]

"Agreed," Alucard said with a sharp nod. "I will be on a look-out. How should I contact you?"

[greyerrant]

"Simply come to my room, I rarely use the network."

He gives directions.

[kismetatropos]

Network? He must be referring to the talking boxes in various parts of the tower. That works well for him, because Alucard would continue to ignore them if at all possible.

He nods, returning the favor of letting him know where his room is. "Between the two of us, I hope that we are able to find something of use."

[greyerrant]

"Agreed. Getting out of here will be a lot harder with broken or ineffectual wargear."