Vahnyu

Hronos will let the T-Rex down as a free action, and use Move-By action to grab John Smith and put him to safe distance.

Even as the mass of the immobilised Tyranosaurus weighted down on him, Hronos frantically tried to grab a good hold of the beast and lift it off the ground, to no avail. The situation was worsened by the arrival of Collapse, who immediately spoted Smith's hideout and went after him, causing him to stagger and waver on his legs. "John Smith!" Hronos exclaimed, catching the briefest of flashes from the corners of his eye-visor as Collapse hit him. How could Collapse locate John Smith so quickly? And why did it go after him and not my self? Hronos pondered, but the answer didn't take long to come to him. I recall now. John Smith is still in possesion of the Stopwatch. That must be the answer to both of those questions. I should have taken it from his hands. Hronos reprimanded himself. Smith might have been an unpleasant fellow, but he was still under his protection as a civilian, if only by a technicality. It was at that moment that Hronos spoted Velocity exiting the Dome. "Miss Velocity!" He called at her. "The Collapse entity is after John Smith, who posseses the Prototype Stopwatch with him!" Deciding that he had no more time to waste, Hronos kicked his engines into high gear, Hronos stopped futily pushing the T-Rex from bellow, took his distance, and charged right back at the gigantic dinosaur, scoring a hit on its lungs and completely knocking the wind right out of it. Not letting it time to recover, he flew past it, and grabbed it from it's tail. This one was heavier than the one he had grappled a year ago, and his own power was still unstable, so instead of using brute force alone, he relied on his gained momentum in relation to the Dinosaur's center of mass to transform into enough force, and, planting his feet firmly into the ground, swing the dinosaur with all the strenght he could muster in order to toss Collapse aside. Sadly, his aim was way off, and the Mechanodynamis could feel his circuits overheating, a new experience for the time-weary robot.

Surging, Swinging at Collapse. (-1 attack, for a total of +4 bonus) 1d20+6 → [6,6] = (12) DC31, supposing the stars align in a way in which this somehow hits. Hronos will spend 1 HP to fight the extra fatigue, come next round, and he's currently at -2 Defense.

Would Hronos be able to surge, grab the downed dinosaur(9.1 tons heavy load), and use it to bull rush Collapse?

Hronos will attack the Dinosaur again 1d20+5 → [20,5] = (25) Critical! DC34 Toughness, and Grapple Check vs the T-Rex 1d20+22 → [8,22] = (30) if it succeeds, Hronos will Charge towards Collapse, and ACTION PENDING...

Diplomacy roll, if needed 1d20-4 → [1,-4] = (-3) aouch

"You do not have to lie to me, my friend Daedalus. I understand perfectly your inhibition in believing my words, and do not think any less of you." Hronos calmly confronted his ally the Brass Knight. "Even if these memories are fake, I remember with perfect clarity the battle against the rampaging Dragon of Morgause in which we first met, the siege of New Camelot City from the throes of the Legion of Crime, which was led by the Simian Priest and the Archwizard Stratos, and the ploy of the Labyrinth Cabal to resurrect your son Icarus, in the hopes of using his image against you. Ever since my seal was undone, I have been trully proud to call you my ally and my friend. I cannot ask you to believe me without proof of substance, but what I can do is ask that you grant me the benefit of doubt." Hronos was overcome with emotions. Even if this was a fleeting illusion, those memories felt real to him, and he recalled each and every second of those as if they happened this instant. Even if they were memories of Hronos the Golem, and not Hronos the Mechanodynamis, right now, he was both entities, and he could feel the emotional weight pull him in two directions. Still, if he wanted to restore the world in its original state, he had to preserve. "I have located four chronal power sources in New Camelot, including my self. I will go and investigate them. You are free to come with me, Daedalus, if you so wish. Thusly, you will be able to keep close watch of me, and ensure that I do not cause any undue harm on anyone. If at that time you are still unconvinced of my words and I have not provided you with reasonable doubts supporting my case, then I will gladly follow you to the exalted Camelot Hall, with no resistance on my part. Would this suggestion be fair to you?" He asked the League of Camelot member.

Hronos had just managed to discern the locations of three temporal anomalies, four, if one included the Mechanodynamis himself. Would they be the ones responsible for the current state of the world? Or perhaps, some of them share similar circumstances with my own, finding themselves in a foreign timeline?... Regardless of which, I will have to investigate them. He thought, as he was greeted by Daedalus. Famed founding member of the Freedom League, in the original timeline, this Daedalus seemed to be playing a different role. Different, yet similar as well. It is a peculiar thing to note. Perhaps everyone in this reality holds many similarities with their lives in the original timeline. Would it be that their constructed lives adhere to some broad guidelines that tie them to their original lives? A violently invasive rearragement of reality would, perhaps, explain such a narrative-oriented restructure of the world, both as a point of reference and as a means of a coping mechanism... Hronos pondered the mechanics behind the change of the world in a few nanoseconds. "You have my greetings, brave and wise Daedalus. Your fears are not ill-founded, but I am affraid to inform you that there is an even more grave situation at hand. You are aware that the magic I am infused with binds me to time itself. As such, I am able to percieve information not normally available to other beings. It has currently revealed to me that this world has been forcibly altered to its current state, by way of unnatural causes. To be more precise, our memories of our original world have been replaced with memories of this world, as we observe it this moment." he informed the Brass Knight.

Hronos slumped his shoulders, as he let a sigh escape him. The agent was just doing his job, but Hronos hoped that it wouldn't turn into a handful. At the very least, he'd prefer it if Vardalos' superiors would be willing to cooperate with him; if not, he'd still have to investigate, but that would mean that he may have to immobilize the agent, so that he wouldn't interfere. At any rate, while the agent appeared to be communicating with his superiors, Hronos decided to inquire about the car thief. After all, the case might very well be related to the attempted murder, even if only tangentially. Turning at Shadowblade, Hronos said. "As you can see, Special Agent Harold Vardalos is currently in communication with his superiors. Hopefully, he will be willing to cooperate afterwards. Have you aqcuired any information of interest in regards to the car thief?" the Mechanodynamis asked.

Taking 10 on Notice (Skill Mastery), for a total of 24. Search check: 1d20+4 → [15,4] = (19)

GM Post Well, master, I don't have anything else to say, other than this conversation you're having is a dead end. There was very little of Tazel's dry and rude wit in that statement. The little imp seemed to have bitten its forked tongue. He certainly wasn't in the mood for chit-chat. Neither was the boy, come to think of it. He merely nodded in confirmation at Georges, his brother's name. "He wants to replicate what happened back then, when we were alive. And for that, he needs a potent conduit... you." Dennis and Pedro were lost in a metaphorical sea. The Captain and William were even more lost, their ears perking up at the mention of the recently deceased Acheron, but otherwise remaining at the dark in regards to the full scope of the conversation. *DING*DING*DING*DING*DING*DING*DING*DING*DING*DING*DING* The sound of bells echoed soundly throughout the village. "Wait... is someone at the church?" The Captain asked. "The church? No, the bells of the church have a more crystalic sound, whereas this is more coarse and rusted... this is the village watchtower!" Dennis explained. "...! Oh no... they're here! Please be careful." The boy gasped, as it ran away.

The dinosaur flailed wildly, as it tried to trample Hronos, but even so, the beast posed clear danger, and it took a lot of effort for Hronos to avoid recieving a permanent marker in the shape of the T-Rex's footstep on his chasis. Energy blasts and fancy tricks of any kind were out of the question, of that much Hronos was certain; even if he could manage to fire a bolt, the anti-chronal effect of this dimension would cause the blast to fizzle out, unless fired from point-blank distance, and even then, it would be a contested shot. His power reserves draining, Hronos nevertheless resolved that he would unleash all of his power, in the hopes of subduing the raging beast. Forcing his support motors to operate at maximum rotation while imbued with chronal energy, the Mechanodynamis jumped high and unleashed a powerful haymaker at the Tyranosaurus's beak, delivering a staggering blow at the uncontrollable creature. Then, in one fell swoop, he flew right under its belly, attempting to lift the gigantic creature, but it proved too stubborn and heavy, and Hronos could feel that his control over even the most basic of functions was unstable, at best. All he could do was muster a few grunts, as he tried in vain to get a good grip on the T-Rex.

Changing Array to Support Motor as a free Action Barehanded attack on the T-Rex, 1d20+6 → [10,6] = (16) DC29 Toughness Check vs Damage, and Grapple check vs 1d20+23 → [16,23] = (39) If successful, Hrono will fly with the T-Rex way above the ground.

GM Post The two servants seemed somewhat relieved that at least Carmen was able to see the boy. At least they were not crazy. The Captain and William Smithson, on the other hand, looked even more perplexed and puzzled than before; after all, if this was a supernatural occurance, it would certainly make sense for Carmen to be able to percieve it, given her own... supernatural talents, but for the two servants to be able to see the boy as well, as they claimed? When they themselves couldn't? Was this some kind of mass hallucination? Why would it target only the servants and the reporter, and not the ship crew? Or was something else going on. As for the boy himself, he hesitated, but after a moment or two passed, he finally replied. "Felipe... Louis... Felipe-Louis. Be careful. My brother is not well. He's watching you even now, as we speak. You have to stop him! You... you have to help him!" Tazel simply observed the transpiring events, keeping quiet all the way.

Where there was once asphault tranversed almost exclusively by automobiles, now laid a brick road populated by mix of animal-pulled carts, animal riders, numerous pedestrians, and peddlers by the dozen. The people looked at Hronos with fear, as if he was a demon or a malevolent ghost. They didn't scream, nor cause any fuss, but it was obvious that they looked at him warily, their breaths getting cut short. Having come to an abrupt stop, Hronos pondered more about what happened. Obviously, the world's timeline doesn't get overwritten just like that. Whether there was a party responsible for this or not (and more often than not, a party WAS responsible), such a phenomenon would have a number of points of origin, someone, somewhere, or sometime, from whence the change occured. And whether this place was full of chronal energy, he should still be able to discern some noticeable spikes... or at least, he hoped he would. A set of purple-hued glowing eyes shined from within the hollow helmet that his new head was, as the golem searched for any energy readings that looked comparetively out of place. There were a few seconds of awkward discomfort, as the process was both foreign and familiar at once for the former Mechanodynamis, before his attuned senses started feeling natural to him again.

GM Post The Captain looked sympathetically at Carmen. "Well, let's not get too hasty, miss Canto. We still haven't combed the rest of the village. I doubt this trivia is the best that we can find, but even on the off chance that it is, we should just make sure, rather than aimlessly going back and forth." "I dunno, Captain. Don't seem like we can make heads or tails of whatever it is we're gonna find here." William said in response "Better safe than sorry, is what I'm saying." the Captain defended her opinion. "For whatever reason, the demons don't seem to be causing any ruckus while it's morning. Maybe they lay dormant in their hideout. Maybe they're dismissed to the dimension from whence they came, only to be summoned again at a later time. Or maybe they transformed into animals and trees, waiting for us to properly expose our necks. Bottom line is, they came here for some reason, and until we find why, we can't hope to properly and permanently deal with them." "... tsk. Waste of our time..." William said, but it was obvious that this was simply out of protest. "Umm... Did you guys bring a child with you?" Both William and the Captain turned to look at Pedro and Dennis, who were both looking towards what once had been the entrance door for this building. "..." the Captain went. "..." William agreed. "A child. Did you guys bring a child with you?" Pedro repeated the question. Looking at each other, William and the Captain both paroted "... a child?" "Yes." "You're asking us?" "Yep." "... What?" Both William and the Captain looked at where the two servants had their gazes fixed. "Just what exactly is it that you are looking at?" "There's a child there." "At the entrance?" "Yeah! Can't you see it?" Both William and the Captain looked uncertainly at one another. "No." "I can honestly say, I don't see anything." "But... but it's right there!" The child from the night before looked at Carmen, but whereas he wore a serene yet sad face then, now, his face was full of dread and hesitation.

"When we first met..." Hronos, reminding himself of the events that transpired a year earlier. It was the first time he had come in contact with a dinosaur. He might have spared memory lane a few more nano-seconds, but the truth was that at this point, just existing in the Null Zone was a painful experience to the robotic guardian, a fact that was further exasperated by the Null Zone's imminent contact with Collapse. Trying to draw strength from the Essense of Time, Hronos morphed his two hands and upper body into a laser cannon, and aimed at the dinosaur. I must take careful aim. There is no telling what Collapse will do, if I do not act as swiftly and efficiently as possible. With these thoughts in mind, the Mechanodynamis powered up the Deccelerator Blaster that he had created, and tried to fire it. "..." Unfortunately for him, no chronal energy escaped the canister, and Hronos found his weapon rapidly powering down. "This is gravely alarming." he noted, as his arms reformed. "It would appear... that Collapse and the Null Zone have barred me access to the Essense of Time!"

Hronos will attempt to activate his Deccelerator Blaster against the T-Rex as full round action ... and promptly fail, earning him another HP.

Also, I missed the power failure thing. Hronos is Fatigued, for 1 HP

Initiative Roll: 1d20+8 → [14,8] = (22) I am sorely tempted to spend an HP and reroll that... just so that Hronos will go before John Smith. Ah, nevermind. 22 Initiative it is

The morning sun had come, bringing good tidings of a new day. Hronos was already scouring the streets of Freedom City, when, at 7:20 AM, it happened. All it took was an instant. Three millenia ago, when the world was still young, history went through one of its bloodiest and unstable chapters. The world was consumed in chaos and fire, as the Protomagi, the first wizards to walk the world, waged their terrible war against each other. Hurricanes, Thunderstorms, Earthquakes, Volcanic Erruptions; these were but a few of nature's forces that were bend to the Protomagi's will and turned against one another. To the people, they were as gods, but to one another, they were nothing more than competition. But even as they consumed themselves in their petty feuds, they soon became aware of the oncoming Blight. Finding cracks in the tear of reality opened from the magical warfare, the Blight came like the Tide and crashed like a Wave, leaving nothing but destruction and desolation on their wake. A collection of demons, wraiths, shadows, djinn, and all manner of creatures that are since spoken of in hush tones, everything they touched they corrupted, and everything they corrupted they destroyed and consumed. After the three greatest Protomagi were turned to the evil of the Blight, the rest of them soon realised that they could not stand against this force on their own, and so a truce was called. Gathering their resources and putting their minds to the task, a plan was soon devised; they would craft weapons, creatures of power that could neither be corrupted nor consumed, creatures that were strong enough to stand up against this abomidable threat. Made of Astrochalcum, a rare metal of great magical potency, and each infused with energy from one of the five sciences of magic each(Chronomancy, Necromancy, Geomancy, Psychomancy, and Arithmomancy), the five Golems joined their creators in war against the Blight, and after an aeon of fighting, they emerged victorious, repelling the Blight, and resealing the tear. Deciding that the cost of another war would be too great to pay, the Protomagi agreed to renew the truce, dividing their territory and ensuring that they kept well out of each others' way. As for the five Golems, their purpose fullfilled, the Protomagi sealed them in lands unknown, but made sure that they'd reactivate, if the Blight should ever return. So it came to pass, the Protomagi vanished, kingdoms rose and fell, magic went and came back, and 3 millenia later, on the 15th aeon of the Christian Callender, on a faraway land that had come to be known as New Camelot City, Hronos, the Golem of Chronomancy, had awoken from its long slumber. His duty still clear, Hronos was ready to join the battle once more against the Blight, and fulfill his contract. However, there was a small issue... This is incorrect. Hronos thought. Gone was the blue colored robotic structure of the Mechanodynamis, replaced with a body that felt like an empty full body armor. The Essense of Time was there, but it felt foreign as it felt familiar at once. This world does not match my databases. This body is not my own. These memories are not of myself. And yet they feel as real as my original memories. Furthermore, chronal energy is leaking in great numbers from everywhere, which would suggest a temporal anomaly of the highest magnitude. This would lead to only one logical conclusion. There was a worrying dread on his voice, as the next bit was being vocalised. "Something must have altered reality." All it had taken was an instant.

GM Post William and the captain looked at each other uncertainly. "... No... nothing here springs to attention." William replied. "Well... I suppose it makes sense." Dennis added. "What do you mean?" The Captain asked, curious herself about the disaster that had befallen the village, so many years ago. "It's just that the residents left, as soon as the fire subsided." "But... doesn't that seem weird to you? I mean, accidents happen, and the villagers could easily rebuild their homes, at little to no monetary cost, no? Why go to the trouble and leave from here? What would drive them out of the island?" "Search me." Dennis just raised his shoulders, as he shrugged. "Really, we only know of this from mister Movida, who says he heard of it from master Acheron's lawyer, back when they were going through the red tape to aqcuire the deeds to this land." Pedro further explained. "Hmmm... seeing as we have no internet connection here, it would be nigh impossible to find out exactly what happened back then." William slumped back on his seat.

go ahead, Cape!

[The Lamant Family]

GM Post It took less than a quarter for Carmen and her escorts to gather all the readable material. They then all sat and started reading each book, in hopes of spotting anything of interest, perhaps something vaguely arcane or demon-related. Alas, true to the building's alleged name, these were nothing more than public records, birth certificates, marriage licences, records of festivals and events, genealogical trees, and the sort. "... my GOD, this is boring!" the Captain complained, the sheer dullness of having to leaf page after page finally starting to get into her nerves. Pedro and Dennis stiffled their laughs, as William asked the Captain. "What's the matter, Captain? Don't tell me you'd prefer being out in the hail, and fighting hordes of unspeakable monsters?" "Honestly, Smithson? Yes! At least I'd know then that SOME progress was being made. And thinking that we'll have to comb through the rest of the village, as well..." While this happened, a book finally caught Carmen's eye. The cover material was very ornamate and bright-colored, befitting that of an aristocrat, and stood out from all the rest of the records. The title of the book was [The Lamant Family].