crack it like an egg / team ruins
Red skies and a frightened, dwindling population – Micaiah at one point may not have recognized such a place as remnants of a once bustling society but the clues here lead to a story much like the one her party was shown in Quiet Wood.
She hopes one day the people here may recover, dream or no dream; and for now is simply thankful that the barren place still has enough resources to make survival an option. The people she is with from Garreg Mach, both those familiar and those unfamiliar, are quick to adapt and dependable she has no doubt so when they start forming into smaller groups she does her best to prove useful.
The remains of metal monsters seem crucial to surviving in this world, though Micaiah is wary to get close to them after remembering what havoc they wrought in the tale of the Wood and its Sacred Tree. The flying machines in particular seemed difficult to gain access to, but luckily Micaiah supposed there were remains of much larger machines spread across the wasteland.
She, Sir Forysth, and Randal had found one that resembled an oversized spider on their patrol and were currently trying to make heads or tails of how to take it apart. The metal - true to its purpose, seemed nearly impenetrable but Micaiah did not want to draw attention by using magic here. Still, surely human hands had once made these monsters so it only made sense that they too could learn.
“Um, alright,” Micaiah says, feeling a bit ineffective as she closely watches Randal and Forsyth poke and prod at the thing’s metallic exoskeleton, “I think it’s starting to wear just at that spot, right there. If you could push it just a little more!”
They follow her advice and slowly but surely one sheet of metal is stripped from the creature. Micaiah would cheer if not for the malignant red glow she sees before the other two shining from the hole they’ve made.
[Obtained Plate of Metal]
Micaiah pushes her closer comrade aside, and gets a jolt of electricity for her trouble. The pain it brings is not unlike a Thunder spell and Micaiah grits her teeth, before breathing out slowly
[Chance of injury, roll 1d10. (Injury on 1 - 4). 1d10 -> 4.]
“So... it still has something powering it. I think we can take this plate with us, but we should be extra careful in the mean time. I’m sorry I did not catch that earlier.”
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