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Spy try fly, die. My, my.
...And that cryptic title entry will be as specific as I get about that, because I don't know how worried I ought to be about this journal getting into the wrong hands. After all, it's not as if I know any better way to keep it safe than to hide it or keep it constantly on my person, or both.

I doubt I'll find much I'm comfortable writing about in the next few days, either, for that matter. It's not a comfortable feeling.

For that matter, I'm worried about writing too much about the fellows I'm traveling with, in case that might somehow be used against us. But it's kind of helpful to get it written down.

You know what? I think maybe I'll go ahead and write down that much and then just burn this.

First of all, there's definitely one trick arena fighting didn't prepare me for. One would think clambering all over Scrapwall would have, but I guess that didn't either. Flying.

It's not as if it never occurred to me I might fight something airborne. That is, after all, part of why I've always carried a decent bow, and learned to use it without damaging it with my gauntlets, even though it's not my preferred way of fighting. But my thoughts on that matter were incomplete. It never occurred to me that something might be flying and trying to get away, when it might be more important to stop it than just deciding whether I went hungry that night. If Prajit had not been able to drop our quarry out of the sky, we would have been in serious trouble. Having a bow is all well and good, but not when what I need to shoot is behind something.

Fortunately, that turned out all right. But I need a way to get airborne if necessary as soon as possible. I think there's a drink for that.

On the bright side, this rope-making robe is still as good an investment as I thought it was back in Scrapwall. We needed as many of us on a roof as possible as quickly as possible. It might not have been necessary, but it sure made me feel more useful.

And long as we're on the half-brother can use a whip to help himself climb. That's pretty badass.

Overall I was really impressed with everyone's presence of mind and quickness of reaction. I've really got to get better at reading situations farther in advance, though. I was caught off guard and still maneuvering for position when the situation broke. I was trying to work my way around at the time and missed a bit of what happened, so I'm not sure how much of that was because I underestimated the person I was trying to outflank and how much (if any) was because the others were pressing the matter faster than I thought they were going to. Either way, definitely something to watch out for. Especially until I can get airborne when I need to.
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Journey of Amir Ren I knew that whore was the spy!
Almost blew it while trying to gather evidence from her tent... but I was already convinced she was the spy... just wanted more evidence to convince her companions to give her up peacefully. We could have saved a lot of time... but I wouldn't have had as much fun... if we just confronted her with our suspisciouns from the start. Who knows... maybe I wouldn't have taken half a dozen flaming shots to my chest if we went another route... ouch... but hey we got her... and now the town council trusts us enough to let us into the technological ruins under the town.

What will we find? Is Cassandalee really here at all? Was she ever here? Is she an android?

Slipping back the giant fake well covering the hole and climbing down... wondering what sort of alien thing could be creating this death cloud we'd heard about... we didn't have to wonder for very long as a cloud of nanites attacked. I never knew nanites could fly. I'm so glad Kerid beat them to bits because I don't think I would have been much help... Stabbing a cloud of tiny nanites with swords seems wholly ineffective but at least I had acid ready and I was convinced it would hurt the nanites more than my friends, but hey Kerid kicked their asses for us. Glad you to have you on our side mister kickass!
Session: Iron Gods 34 - Friday, Mar 24 2017 from 6:30 PM to 11:00 PM
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If it's the first time, I guess it would just be a union?
So two main thoughts for today. First, traveling is about as interesting as I always figured it would be, but visiting other places at the end of the traveling part is more interesting than I expected. Torch is quite a fascinating place. Especially the torch part.

I knew they worked with special metals in Torch, but I don't think it had ever really occurred to me you could not only just walk into a store and BUY it, but even get stuff custom-made. The folks I've decided to gang up with now that I'm not in the Lords anymore decided to cut me a full share of...I guess everything since the last time they divvied spoils, which is a lot more generous than I expected...I guess it's because they're expecting me to take over for the elf guy, because he's retiring to start a business that he already had, or something. I'm not sure I followed that part completely. But anyhow, between that and my savings, I was able to get a breastplate that's actually lighter than my chain shirt was - it's the same material as my right gauntlet - and a gandasa custom-made out of adamantine. I had to describe the blade I wanted, and then we looked up what it was called, because I only knew about it from that one fellow back in Scrapwall. Name started with a V, I think. Not sure.

Second, I have more family now. Get this: the half-orc in the gang I joined up with is apparently my half-brother. We didn't realize it until his pa - our pa, I guess - was explaining to us some stuff that happened with him a ways back and he mentioned ma.

His wife is pretty cool about it, and seems to want me to think of the lot of them as family. I'm okay with that, I guess. I should get to know them, then. Anyhow, this half-brother (Tombak, I mean; I barely know him yet, let alone the rest of them) seems like way less of a waste of air than Zeke was, so hopefully I can keep him alive. And the rest of the gang, of course. Sumov, the elf, told me that was the job I need to do to earn the share of their stuff that I got instead of him. I think he has a weird sense of humor.

We're going to be leaving to go visit more new places. I thought maybe I'd start keeping a journal again to help me keep straight which places I visited were neat for why...maybe I'll pull pages out every so often and mail them to Ma and the twins.
Session: Iron Gods 34 - Friday, Mar 24 2017 from 6:30 PM to 11:00 PM
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Dreaming: Machines
It was a dream. I knew it was a dream. But I was still trapped, unable to even flee into the dream-night.

The dream started normally, you know the usual. I was sitting in a tavern, my friends were around me and we were enjoying the nutty flavor of the ale, the sound of the people around us washed over us, comforting us in the pleasant susurrus of comradery. That was when the dream started to turn to a nightmare. In the distance I heard a click, but no one else heard it. Then there was another, and then another, and then it became a tick-tock. Rhythmic, unceasing, under laying everything that was happening. No one, other than me noticed it though. Then the walls started to change—the wood of the alehouse changing into a grey dull metal, the carvings on the shelves became clockwork mechanisms, the pictures which once showed pleasant country sides and ships sailing into a harbor, were gears rotating and clacking as they moved together. I looked over at the bartended and noticed that his arms were grey, shiny, almost silver. They had lost the fluidity of a man’s movement and swung into a position, locked, then swung again on a different axis. It was unsettling. Then I noticed that the rest of the patrons had turned into robots! Even Thadian and the rest of my companions! Their steel skulls rotated on steel springs until their lifeless mechanical gazes had locked on me. Their mechanical eyes glowed with red, green, and all the other colors of the rainbow. Amir’s mouth opened, and a steel tentacle snaked out, clutching mandibles on the end clacking, snapping at the air. The tentacle moved in the air, snakelike. Amir’s bright wmerald eyes lased out piercing my soul and his robotic tongue arched out towards my face.

That was when I woke up. I have no idea what it means. I guess with the trouble of us searching for a spy in Iadenveigh, my mind worked its paranoria on my group. But that begs the question that none of us in the group have really asked, “Could there be a Technic League spy in our group? That would be really bad.

Session: Iron Gods 34 - Friday, Mar 24 2017 from 6:30 PM to 11:00 PM
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Resolutions and Conclusions

Khonnir Baine had asked me for my impressions of Scrapwall, the technological things underneath it, and what it all meant. I honestly had no idea how to respond. I have already my technological discoveries down (see the Appendix at the end of this missive), so this will be more emotional and intellectual insights and discoveries.
So… Hellion. A technological being. Claimed to be a god. Was he? I don’t think so, after all we were able to defeat him and ruin his and the Lords of Rust’s plans. I can’t imagine Shalyn or Asmodeus being defeated or frustrated that easily. Not that fighting Hellion was easy! In any case, I think Hellion might have been some sort of person untold centuries ago, but whose mind and heart were placed in a mechanical conveyance when his body failed – sort of a robotic lich. In this case, Hellion’s body was a shiny steel spider with guns and lasers mounted on it. And the crab claws! Those pinchers nearly killed Sumov, cutting into his sides and breaking many of his ribs.
There was some sort of digging machine beyond Hellion: a massive wheel of metal buckets lined with sharp edges was embedded, partially buried, in the wall. The latticework of metal girders connected to the wheel. The whole of the device comprised a long mechanical arm ending in a metal wheel far larger than any mill's waterwheel. It wasn’t fully function, disable is some subtle way. But I can imagine how useful such a device would be for Golarion. Of course, there was only that one, so I imagine wars would be fought over it, even assuming the Technic League got their hands on it.
We also encountered a modified piece of equipment. It was the size of a bastard sword or a two-handed sword, but has sharp teeth that spun on where the edge of the “sword’s” blade would have been. It was being used as a melee weapon by a priestess of Hellion, an orc woman named “Kulgara.” That was a scary fight too, but nowhere like fighting Hellion.

As I remember our adventure through Scrapwall, I am sure I will remember other technological wonders and horrors. As I do so I will add to this list, but for now I need to go. There is a dinner party at Tombak’s I need to get to.
Session: Iron Gods 32 - Friday, Feb 10 2017 from 6:30 PM to 10:00 PM
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