Post by Tekun Valos on Jul 16, 2014 17:43:09 GMT -5
And one more arrival yet.
Tekun Valos had, unfortunately and much to his own doing missed the carriage and was forced to improvise. Eventually he caught a break and found himself close enough to the initial spot and the hoofed it to the location.
For this occasion the 6’5 Freljordian donned infantry standard steel toed boots that extended to just below his knees. Covering his shins up to his knees were metal shin guards. Black slacks adorned his legs. At his hips, a thick leather and metal band secured two protective platings against both of his sides. These hips guards only extended to about half way down his thigh and not above his waist. His torso was equipped with a studded leather piece with a protective breast piece placed over the lighter armor. The piece hugged the entirety of his ribcage nicely and would provide adequate protection no doubt.
Metal shoulder guards and gauntlets adorned both arms. There was a break between where his elbow ran to his shoulder that consisted of only fair, but scarred, skin. Fastened to his head was the warrior’s signature blue bandana. The armor itself was well maintained and held a silver sheen to it. He wore a tattered brown cloak over himself and with it a pack of his own supplies. A bastard sword was sheathed and secured to his back.
Mentally, he checked off what he carried with him. A weeks worth of trail rations, canteens, a few emergency medical supplies, a knife and torches. When he finally arrived at the scene he gazed upon those who were present.
“I apologize for my tardiness. I ran into a few complications on the way here.” He almost instantly approached his employer and extended a hand. “You must be Mr. Wollcroft. I am Tekun Valos. It’s a pleasure to be working.”
Ron was forced to take a few more steps backwards now. While it was true that Orianna did mean him no harm, Ron had actually no idea. The mere thought of a death machine that close terrified him. He took a couple of deep breaths and looked around for something to do to avoid Orianna. Just at that time, the last human arrived. Ron felt exceptionally relieved. He looked back at Orianna. "I-.. Umm... E-excuse me I need t-to perform my j-job here." He said and quickly got out and stood next to some of the humans. He then took out numerous pages that had some writings on them in Common language.
"Umm... All humans please gather here. I require you to fill in this medical form." He said loudly so that all may hear him. To any human that would come, he would give a form with the following lines:
List all known medical conditions: List all known medicine or possible ingredients that you may have an allergy to, this means any condition, no exceptions: List medical record (Any critical injury that happened in the past including broken bones, dislocated organs and limbs and any strong disease): Fill in your blood type: Age: Gender: Name:
And at the bottom of the form, there was a signature spot. The following is written above it:
'In order for me to help you in case you get any injury, any disease or worse I require full honesty and your cooperation. By signing here, you agree for a full disclosure of any information I will require during the expedition to help me keep you alive and healthy. Please note that if you do not sign this and cooperate I will act as a general medic only and I may not be able to fully help you.' -Ron
Please sign here:
Ron also placed an open can with 3 pens on the ground for convenience.
Post by Carell Wollcroft on Jul 16, 2014 23:55:03 GMT -5
3 new arrivals. Good, good, so far, almost everyone was present. Carell had the nagging suspicion that someone might not show up, that they would just nab the signing bonus and run. Sending people out to retrieve his stolen gold would be such an immense hassle. Of the three, he took special notice of the immense Freljordian. It was difficult not to. Carell had seen his fair share of imposing men in the area of mercenaries, but none quite so much as him. He glanced briefly as he extended a hand toward him, and the realization that he expected it to be shook took a moment to dawn on him as he tore his thoughts away from how physically imposing the man was.
"Yes, Mr. Valos, that's me. It's a pleasure to have you here on the expedition with us." He replied, grasping the man's hand and giving it a firm shake. As intimidated as the exceedingly average sized man was by Tekun, his voice gave nothing away. He carried the same friendly tone as he had with all the previous arrivals. Introductions with Tekun being taken care of, Carell directed his attention to the other two arrivals. The woman seemed a rather depressing presence, as if her last engagement before joining was a funeral. She did not seem to be here for money or adventure, and Carell wondered why it was she had signed on. He would discover soon enough, he figured.
He noticed Razie last. The man did not seem your ordinary mercenary type, he looked like more of a businessman, inventor, someone who used mind instead of muscle. He looked to be well prepared, however, and that was always good. As he and Erika approached, he raised a hand and waved to them.
"Welcome! I'm glad that you showed up." He greeted. He turned toward the saddlebags on his horse, sorting through one of them, and was about to pull out his sheet of information on his hired help when the yordle loudly called for "all humans", which Carell thought was rather amusing because of how rarely anyone might hear that, to gather around for paperwork. He was a bit irritated that he had not asked for permission first, but he decided that he would allow it to pass, this time. He took one of the pens offered and began filling out the form, putting "None" for everything up until blood type, where he paused. "Blood type?" he asked, uncertain of what the paper meant.
Ron was already deep in his notepad, writing down information he gathered from just observing the humans while sitting on a nearby rock. When the rich, silly looking human asked him about blood type he only thought "typical" as most of the humans outside of Piltover were clueless about proper medicine. He got up from his rock and went to Wollcroft to explain.
"Your blood type is defined by a letter or two and usually a plus or a negative sign. If you're not familiar with the term you most likely don't know what it means so just write down "Unknown" and I'll get to it later. A blood type is needed to know which kind of blood I can give you in the case where a transfusion is needed, a process where you give blood to a person using another person's blood in the case where you lose too much. It was researched by some medical experts in Piltover only in the recent years so it's not a surprise to me that not many people understand the subject. For certain reasons which I will not delve into, some people's body will not receive blood which does not match their type. It's kinda like going on a blind date." Ron jested at his misfortune and continued. "Don't worry about it at the moment. If you have further questions do ask me because it's my duty to keep you safe and healthy as a doctor."
He waited by the human to see if he or any of the other humans had any questions.
Post by Richard "Scrod" Wiedemann on Jul 17, 2014 21:54:49 GMT -5
Scrod had already taken u one of the pens and sheets Ron had presented to the group, distracting him from the large Frejlordian's entrance. He filled out what he knew as best he could, though that wasn't saying much. He had barely learned in his time to read and write properly and was not a very learned man. Instead of simply leaving things blank he decided to put a few answers purely for his own amusement since he lacked the knowledge required to answer them properly. As he scrolled on down the list of required information one could hear the scratching of pen on paper as the old man wrote.
Grunting as he finished he scratched at his beard giving it a once over before he returned the pen to the can and walked over to hand the yordle his medical form. "I reckon' that's enough on there fer' you to get what ya' needed..." Scrod told Ron as he handed him the form.
List all known medical conditions: I'm old, does that count? List all known medicine or possible ingredients that you may have an allergy to, this means any condition, no exceptions: Nothing but watered down booze List medical record (Any critical injury that happened in the past including broken bones, dislocated organs and limbs and any strong disease): Been shot and stabbed a few times - I like to think of them as free tattoos though Fill in your blood type: Red Age: 58 Gender: Male Name: Richard Wiedemann
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Post by Erika Rothstein on Jul 17, 2014 23:18:39 GMT -5
Erika would have scowled if not for the simple fact that her eyes were already fairly scrunched up against the bright glare from the sun. "No need to apologize." Was her brief, muttered response back at Razie and instead of continuing on the conversation or even scoping out the rest of the crew, she began to inspect the handle of her umbrella with moderate interest. Even the distant sound of an introduction or two being made was not enough to break Erika's concentration away from the small scratch she had just discovered.
It was fortunate then when something particularly squeaky quite inserted itself into Erika's narrow attention span and she looked up. More people seemed to have arrived and two too many people seemed to have also entered what she liked to call her comfort radius. Her shoulders immediately hunched upwards at the unfamiliar presences and if it wasn't completely obvious, she was not taking being pulled out of her zone all too well. When the furry thing - a yodel? - called for all humans to approach, she almost snorted out loud. She wasn't going near that thing - it might bite her and Erika didn't want to die like that.
Her eyes roamed over the newcomer, a rather large male and an even larger sword resting on his back. Erika decided to make a mental note to either stay away from him too or hide behind him at the first sign of danger. The rest were of no consequence. Except, she supposed, Razie needed to be kept alive if she wanted her payment. The Zaunite female sighed. "How was your trip?" She muttered again to the Piltovian male, her tone barely making it past a whisper as the group began to move around.
Post by Razie Tynerson on Jul 18, 2014 1:06:02 GMT -5
"Razie Tynerson, Piltovian inventor and brief adventurer. Likewise to you Mr. Marker." Razie said casually as what he assumed was a Demacian infantryman introduced himself, his attention now being turned to the Yordle who handed him a medical form. He found the information he requested rather simple so he quickly jotted down the details before handing it back to him
List all known medical conditions: None List all known medicine or possible ingredients that you may have an allergy to, this means any condition, no exceptions: Panthers and Shuriman sludge. List medical record (Any critical injury that happened in the past including broken bones, dislocated organs and limbs and any strong disease): Broken arms, legs, ribs, severe scarring along back and arms, slight mental trauma. Fill in your blood type: B- Age: 22 Gender: Male Name: Razie ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Turning his attention back to Erika and finding her absolutely cheery attitude to the group and the climate that came with it, but he was certain she'd prove her worth as they went on. "Eventful, in a word miss Rothstein. Yours?" He said casually towards her before the ball of Orianna floated to him, he carefully picked it up and began to inspect it as he awaited Erika's reponse, his typically techmaturgic mumbling occuring as he did so. "Very modern design, electric powered? Interesting Mr. Reveck very interesting..." It didn't ring in his mind that examining the ball without Orianna's consent would be rather rude but all he had on his mind was the beautiful crafsmanship that went into it, maybe if she presented herself to him he could properly examine how she ticked and modify her like he did his own personal equipment.
Post by James Marker on Jul 18, 2014 2:00:01 GMT -5
James nodded his head to Razie as he introduced himself and caught 'Rothenstein' by mere chance a moment later, looking down too soon to see the approaching Freljordian as he was handed a paper by the Yordle. Without a moment's hesitation he grabbed a pen and began filling out the form.
List all known medical conditions: N/A; family on father's side has a history of heart disease, however. List all known medicine or possible ingredients that you may have an allergy to, this means any condition, no exceptions: Strong aversion to alcohol-based medicine; however can ingest in emergencies. List medical record (Any critical injury that happened in the past including broken bones, dislocated organs and limbs and any strong disease): 2 fractures along left forearm, 1/2" deep 2" wide cut on left torso. Fill in your blood type: O- Age: 25 yrs. Gender: Male Name: James Marker
When he was done filling it out he handed it back to the Yordle. "There you are. I hope all is in order." He then went back to waiting patiently and quietly behind the group. Still, he took the time to scan out all the arrivals, taking out his sketchbook and beginning to write down all the names he'd gotten so far for the group in case he forgot:
Razie, 'Miss Rothstein,' Carell, Ron, Orianna, and the unidentified Freljordian and older man were as many as he had...but that would do for now, so he stowed the sketchbook after his notes were made, going back to attention and waiting quietly.
Last Edit: Jul 29, 2014 15:49:58 GMT -5 by James Marker
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Post by Tekun Valos on Jul 18, 2014 2:31:53 GMT -5
Tekun's gaze would fall to the Yordle that spoke and all but demanded medical information. While it seemed laughable for such an expedition, Tekun knew that having access to it could very well save their lives. "Alright..." He took one of the papers, waited for a pen and then filled it out.
List all known medical conditions: Stopped aging. List all known medicine or possible ingredients that you may have an allergy to; this means any condition, no exceptions: No known allergies. List medical record (Any critical injury that happened in the past including broken bones, dislocated organs and limbs and any strong disease):
Exposed to what most consider dangerous amount of chaotic runic magic. Lots of scarring from sword wounds. Broken arm. (Both) Broken leg. (Both) Broken ribs. (Most) Broken fingers. Broken toes Dislocated shoulder. (Both) Broken neck. Skull fracture. Fell from a height of roughly...75 feet? (I don't remember that one) Stab wound through the throat. Impalement though the abdominal. Right arm was severed at the biscep during battle and reattached after. I think the monster also ate me. Does being eaten count? Various bullet/arrow/stab wounds. I've been set on fire a few times. Been attacked mentally by Void entities on several occasions. Been the victim of Zaunite poisoning during Ionia. Electrocution.
Fill in your blood type: A Age: 500(ish) I was born 18 years before the First Rune War. Gender: Male Name: Tekun Valos
'In order for me to help you in case you get any injury, any disease or worse I require full honesty and your cooperation. By signing here, you agree for a full disclosure of any information I will require during the expedition to help me keep you alive and healthy. Please note that if you do not sign this and cooperate I will act as a general medic only and I may not be able to fully help you.' -Ron
Please sign here: Tekun Valos "This should be sufficient right?"
Post by The Lady of Clockwork on Jul 18, 2014 3:02:32 GMT -5
It seemed that Orianna's attempt to make peace with the yordle only frightened the poor thing even more. Seeing that he tried to make distance, she stopped, and let him go over his medical business. The way he called upon people to approach, however, threw Orianna off-track, leaving her in confusion. He didn't mention why the form needed to be filled, so she simply snatched a form and a pen, when the folks piled in to take theirs. She looked over the list - it looked a bit like a questionnaire. But how would she answer them?
- Hmm...
List all medical conditions: None
Her handwriting was perfect cursive - every letter of the same height and style, without a single flaw, meaning it impossible for any living being to properly imitate.
"List all known medicine or possible ingredients that you may have an allergy to, this means any condition, no exceptions: ... "
This one was a harder question. She started recalling things, scrolling through memories implanted into her head, like through videotape. She had to scroll far back, back to when she was a child, even. The image she found was a peculiar one - a young girl wandering around with at least three handkerchiefs, and sneezing every time she got near flowers. The conclusion was simple enough to make:
I am allergic to flowers.
Orianna moved on to the next question. It required her to recall any crippling injuries sustained in the past. Once more, the automaton lady looked through her past, images scrolling in front of her eyes. She watched the moment she towerdived, back when she was ... human. Impatiently, as it came to the moment when the magical bolt struck her in the chest. Again, again, and again. She counted the shots, before memory went blank, the last moment of her old life. Picking up the pen, she wrote:
List medical record (Any critical injury that happened in the past including broken bones, dislocated organs and limbs and any strong disease): I received three turret shots to the chest, and died.
Fill in your blood type: O Age: 22 Gender: Female Name: Orianna Reveck.
- Here you go.
Orianna would pass the list, and put the pen back in its place. Then, suddenly, she heard a rather loud chirping noise. It was the Ball, which found itself held within a human's hands. Although not struggling much, the mechanism let out buzzing and chirping noises to display discontent at being touched by someone else other than the automaton lady. And it actually made Orianna a bit worried as well. Quickly, she scurried towards where her Ball was, until finding herself in front of the two - a sciencey-looking guy that looked a bit like Ezreal, and a 'ninja' lady in a dress. Her head turned sharply, to look at one, then at another. Her glowing eyes locking in with the man.
- Hello. My name is Orianna. What are you doing with my Ball?
Post by Carell Wollcroft on Jul 18, 2014 23:16:30 GMT -5
Carell had filled out the form quickly and efficiently, in the fashion that one used to such things would. He signed his name, a well known signature, at the bottom of the paper and handed it to Ron. As he did so, he crouched, and leaned in slightly closer to the yordle. In a lowered voice, the tone a slight departure from his normal friendly tone aimed for Ron only to hear, he said "Tell me before you do anything like this again. I need to approve it." Terms and conditions outside of his own could prove troublesome, even harmful, to the endeavor. The yordle had meant well, and Carell valued both his skills and enthusiasm, but at the end of the day, he was the one who would be giving everyone their paycheck, and that made him the one in charge. For now, anyway.
Having settled that matter, Carell rose back up to his feet, and strode over to the horse he had been mounted on, going back to the paper that he was searching for before he had interrupted. He pulled out the single white sheet on which was written the basic details of all of his hired hands. He had no in depth backgrounds on all his associates, as he would have preferred it, but the time he had before the beginning of the expedition was enough to ensure they were void of any criminal past and would not attempt anything which could harm the expedition, or more specifically, Carell or his wallet.
He began running through his mental checklist once more. He had a plan clearly developed in his mind, even when it came to dealing with the temple complex he had never seen. Everything was to go perfectly to plan, step by step, as smooth as silk. He could practically feel the weight and shape of a Solari relic sword in his hand as his mind slowly began to drift to whatever wonders the temple complex must contain. He was eager to finally reach it. They would set out the moment everyone had arrived. He hoped that it would not be much longer.
Post by The Magus Ascendant on Jul 23, 2014 6:35:50 GMT -5
Xerath departed "on foot" from the Institute as soon as His captors had filled Him in on the details of this mission. He never felt the need to use any accelerated form of travel; as long as He could use the arcane energy of Runeterra, He could move indefinitely with very little effort.
Alone with His thoughts, He continued to resent the sarcophagus that hung around his form, remembering how much faster He could travel in a incorporeal form. So what if He arrived late to the gathering, it was the Institute's fault for not helping to unshackle Him from this ancient curse.
When Xerath arrived, He did not announce Himself, or even acknowledge anyone's presence. He just waited to be told what they needed of Him.
Post by Razie Tynerson on Jul 24, 2014 1:08:01 GMT -5
Once the ball started buzzing and it's owner came to it's rescue Razie became even more intrigued with the contraption, was it sentient as well? Fascinating...
Once she questioned what he was doing with it he put the Ball down and looked to the Lady of Clockwork with a slight bow. "Pleasure to meet you miss Orianna, my name is Razie Tynerson and judging from the way your eyes were analyzing me moments ago I'm going to guess I remind you of someone from Piltover yes?"
He began walking a slow circle around her before continuing. "As for what I was doing with your Ball... examining. We're going to be together for some time on this and as the resident Techmaturgist I'll be taking responsibility for making sure you and the Ball are well maintained, if that sits well with you miss?" He asked with the walk he was taking moments ago leading him back to confronting her face to face and his goggles now covering his face, inspecting how the circuits on the Clockwork automaton were connected and trying to piece together how she would function if he were able to tinker with her, his mind briefly wondering if what he was doing could be considered perversion but quickly tossing it aside.
Post by Carell Wollcroft on Jul 25, 2014 0:05:36 GMT -5
The Magnus Ascendant did not announce his arrival to the party, but his presence alone was more than sufficient. Even for one not attuned to the flow of magical power, it was hard to not notice the sheer mass of power that was Xerath. Carell had expected his reaction to the Ascendant to be overjoyed. He found himself thinking differently, now that he had arrived. Of course, he was glad that he had arrived, as Xerath alone could almost guarantee the expedition's success. What other emotions were there? Why was he not filled with joy?
It took little thought to find out why. Xerath had power, so much power already, more than even the richest on Valoran could buy with every single piece of gold that they had. The thousand coins offered as a sign on bonus were completely and utterly trivial to a being like him, even if they were accompanied by the payout at the end of the expedition. He was here for something that was not money, and Carell doubted if Xerath cared if he was to recieve a Solari relic sword at the end of the expedition. Erika too, was here for something other than money, but she was not an ancient and incredibly powerful being. There was a purpose to him being there with him and it could be no mere triviality.
A tiny sliver of doubt crept its way into the back of Carell's mind, shying clear of his conscious thoughts, but still there gnawing away at the back of his mind, a constant presence in his mind that he could not be rid of. Was he interfering with powers that were beyond his comprehension? Was this simple expedition to an abandoned temple something far more complex, something far more dangerous than he had made it out to be?
Were some things best left hidden?
Woe to him for not being able to register his doubts, for Carell's fears were not without justification. In spite of the wordless, unrecognizable second thoughts burrowing in the back of his mind, Carell adopted his typical merchant demeanor, friendly in spite of all things. He took several strides toward the ancient being of magic, stopping at what he thought was a safe distance of four meters away. He was uncertain of how to address a being like Xerath, but he was certain his mind would direct his tongue as soon as he opened his mouth to speak.
"Good day to you, Magnus Ascendant. It is my great honor and privilege to welcome one so powerful and capable as yourself to my expedition." he began, bowing slightly to him as he spoke, as if he were of royalty. It was fitting, he thought, for one more powerful than any monarch of flesh and bone.
"We will embark for the temple complex shortly. I am greatly pleased that you have chosen to accompany my company and me on this journey." Carell ended his address of the being of magic that was before him, waiting to see what his response might be.
Ron patiently waited for the papers to be returned and while he was waiting, he looked in a yordle sized book that would look like a small notebook for humans. The title read: "Human Psychology". Ron was trying to figure out some of the things that humans experience when undergoing trauma but according to this book he's been reading for the past few days, it was quite similar to yordles. Mostly... Well, trauma.
A minute went by and not quite to Ron's delight, Orianna took a page for her own and filled it. He watched with dismay as she returned it to the pile. The expression on his face clearly marked desperation. He wanted to say something, but couldn't. Instead he went on and started reading what his future patients, and the mental robot, wrote.
"Let's see here..." He mumbled to himself. He went over some pages, letting a smile at Razie's one and a sort of a short giggle at Richard W.'s page. When he reached Tekun's page his face went flat with concern. He wasn't sure if he was being pranked or if the human was slightly insane. He got up and walked to Tekun. "Umm... Sir?" He said, tugging at Tekun's shirt. "I need precise and real information before the expedition starts so I can treat you... Please refill a form." He told him and handed him a form. He also wanted to approach Erika but just at that time Xerath arrived, and Ron was mesmerized by his presence. The mere colour and light that he shed was quite too much for Ron to look at straight.
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