High Risk Quest #1: The Ghost Signal

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High Risk Quest #1: The Ghost Signal

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Note: Here we go, gamers! The first High Risk Quest for Magisteria. These quests will serve as tiered mini-events which reveal crucial world lore, goings-on, and also tie into the metaplot and the large events. High Risk Quests will trade off in emphasis, meaning tech --> magic --> tech --> magic.

While this quest has seeds for the Tech Path Conflict, it should be noted that it's OTA and also that quite a bit of magic-specific locations/mini-events will open soon. The Magic Path Conflict is brewing in the background and will become more apparent soon, too, so keep one's eyes peeled.

Context & Recap

This quest takes place after The Coffee Shop Mingle, which features NPCs discoursing on the goings-on of High Rise Village. Players are encouraged to look at that.

In the first event, Training in High Rise Village, we learned about a mysterious intruder who infiltrated the Digital Flora Dome and the Neon Nest, two properties belonging to an android named Rosalind Vireo. PCs who restored the properties deciphered a mysterious phrase, "Symphony of Disruption..." Seems portentious! In the above coffee shop mingle, Rosalind speculates as to the possible culprit(s?).

Bling

See the plotting post: PCs can go all out with the cyber weapons on this one, in addition to whatever tech or magic they've learned, whatever canon abilities have returned, and Selena and Titan-7 can also be used as weapons (so to speak) or defenses/back-up. Feel free to write interactions with them or them stepping in however. Of course, the main route to success will be PCs supporting other PCs!

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SEQUENCE

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1. THE GHOST SIGNAL (intro)

2. IN THE HOT SUMMER NIGHTS OF HIGH RISE VILLAGE

3. THE FRACTURED: IDENTITIES AND ABILITIES

4-??? -- THE WRECKAGE LABYRINTH + BOSS FIGHT

📱 The Ghost Signal 📱

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The Ghost Signal

By now, Otherworlders have been appraised that an event known as High Rise Expo is coming to Magisteria. This congregation of the city’s movers and shakers, the inevitable showcasing of the most cutting-edge technology, can sometimes provoke a backlash in the city’s underground.

And there are hints that it’s happening now: the intruder at the Digital Flora Dome, who may be connected to the Null Rebellion (an anarchist group), and the mysterious phrase, “Symphony of Disruption.”

On the nights of Solstium, the air begins to pulse with an aberrant signal. At first, it is something like a background sound, but soon enough, individuals with cybernetic enhancements begin to experience difficulties: distortions, glitches, slight malfunctions. They are annoying, disorienting, and possibly even a little painful. And with each night, the effects are worsening, threatening the possibility of intense pain for beings with implants, as well as other beings with sensitivities.

The Response

Otherworlders learn that there is not a singular form of law enforcement in Magisteria. Rather, there are various official groups who interface, sometimes form alliances on particular outings, and even have (generally friendly) competition.

Two such individuals appear, variously to be found around the apartments and the coffee shop. They are Selena Voss and Titan-7, the first being a private investigator and the second being a member of an android group known as the Steel Sentinels.

Selena: My aXess Link is blowing up with people wanting to travel with us. Is it any surprise? This is Magisteria, where everyone thirsts for action and adventure. But we thought this would be a good opportunity for Otherworlders, so we’re inviting you along.

Titan-7: Should matters become too dangerous, Selena and I will intervene. We are confident in our ability to deal with the current threat, whatever it may be.

[ Eagle-eyed observers might notice that Selena has the same “esper girl” features as Seraphine Nova, and it may come up in conversation that she too is from the Aetherium District and she has already attended Atlas University. ]

IN THE HOT SUMMER NIGHTS OF HIGH RISE VILLAGE

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In the Hot Summer Nights of High Rise Village

Pursuing the “ghost signal,” Selena, Titan-7, and the Otherworlders will find themselves entering parts of High Rise Village that may be unfamiliar. Back alleys which would not be particularly noteworthy during the day, but which, at night, away from the Bios-infused neon glow of the city, may seem to take on ominous characteristics.

For those Otherworlders insisting there must be something beneath the glossy exterior, this could be their first introduction to the parts of Magisteria which seem not as perfect.

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Selena Voss: …

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Out of the corner of your eye, you see it:

Selena Voss: So… it’s them.

Amidst the darkness of the evening, they begin to appear.



The Fractured, as Otherworlders learn, are an eclectic mingling of cyber beings whose existences are equal parts problematic and tragic: discarded junk code which attained sentence, if perhaps animalistic or insectoid sentience rather than the human or superhuman levels of so many of the AI citizenry of Magisteria, AI who were created and misused by humans or even other AI [as many AI have tried to self-replicate without knowing or following proper ethical regulations, leading to fragmented “children”] or AI whose Bios was darkened to impurity, beings who lost hope and reprogrammed themselves to be unreachable. Even viruses who attained sentience, but who know only how to corrupt systems.

Titan-7: In Magisteria, we believe in rehabilitative justice. Unlike those primitive justice systems, we believe in the rights of all beings, including artificial beings, of which I am one myself. Yet these entities have been programmed or programmed themselves to be inherently resistant to our society.

Otherworlders learn that the only way to “save” them, or to make them compatible with life in Magisteria, would be to de-program and/or re-program, and while attempts have been made on this front, The Fractured have often self-immolated or simply stopped functioning. For that reason, they are generally left to their existences in the city’s underground.

Selena: But something has them stirred up now. I’ve never seen so many out in the streets. I don’t think they’re the main movers and shakers behind the signal or the invasion at Rosalind’s, though. They’re too disorganized, too… tragically twisted, chaotic. Someone out there is pulling the strings of these unfortunate puppets.

It Begins

Whether with creepy, halting steps, or in a sudden ambush, the beings of The Fractured approach the PC/NPC alliance, clearly not looking to negotiate, but with intense, violent aggression. To reach the source of the Ghost Signal and stop the threat, PCs will need to fight them.

[ Feel free to make your own threads/logs off these comments! The NPC abilities are listed in the comment below. ]

lucy kushinada | cyberpunk: edgerunners

[lunardreaming]

✘ ⸻ the fractured (part i)

[ Lucy's cyberware isn't working at full capacity yet, but she still finds herself accepting Selena Voss' invitation. Something's happening in the city, something that's causing her cyberware to glitch out sometimes, something disruptive, something that's causing whispers in the clubs in the entertainment district where Lucy's spending some of her time. Something related to that weird signal they'd found in the garden.

It hasn't been that long since she was actively working as an edgerunner, but it feels like-- it's been an eternity. So much has happened since then. Things she can't bear to think about. But there's a mystery in this city and Lucy wants to throw herself head-first into it so she doesn't have to think for very long.

She'd teamed up with another Otherworlder to seek out more of these Fractured, and Lucy has armed herself for battle. The full body nanosuit she'd been given is largely white, black and purple accents curving over her hips and thighs, over her shoulders, glowing with threads of white-purple Bios. Neon-bright lipstick in some indefinable club-paint-under-a-blacklight color stains her lips. The bodysuit-- it's familiar in a way that hurts, in a way that makes her wants to shed it and go back to her regular clothing, in a way that makes her think of being young and wounded and tired. But it also feels like gearing up for battle, and it has weapons that she can use. ]

Here. Feels like the kind of alleyway that has something nasty lurking in it, doesn't it?

[ They're at the mouth of an alley that looks too dim in the evening light, and as Lucy presses onward, something takes shape in the darkness. A tin soldier, distorted. Twisted. Limbs too long, clad in rusted metal.

Before Lucy can say anything, that awful mouth opens and screams. Breath is punched out of her lungs as she hunches over, hands covering her ears, fear ricocheting through her very bones. She flings up a gloved hand, fingertips glowing, and the thing pauses, frozen, fighting. ]

We need to distract it! If it's an AI-- maybe I can try to rewrite it or something.

✘ ⸻ the fractured (part ii)

[ Later, still on the hunt, Lucy and another Otherworlder are walking down a backstreet in High Rise village. It's night time, and in the alleys and backstreets people have largely cleared out, drawn towards either their own homes or the more populated nightlife. This backstreet is full of the back-ends of cafes and diners, the smell of oil and herbs and spices still thick in the air.

Lucy makes a mental note to come here later when they're open. Anything that smells this spicy has to be good.

On the air is a strange noise, something that starts faint and tinny, like a radio set on low volume. A song that Lucy can't make out. It grows, and grows, until something is stepping out of the shadows -- a tall, grey-skinned thing with black armor and a long whip-like hair extending from their head. Its terrible smile gleams in the reflected light of neon signs.

It's singing. And part of Lucy wants to... listen, and float away with it. Her voice is rough when she grits out: ]

Fuck. Don't listen to it-- tune it out. It's putting off some kind of hypnotic effect.

fractured i.

[gilgamess]

[ that nightmarish howl is countered by another, more soothing sound: that of the beating, gilded wings of the Bursterfly as it swoops in between them, intercepting. its metallic wings flutter and beat the air, an electric hum. the insect takes a dive towards the tin soldier, flying back and forth with the aim to distract it, all while keeping a careful distance. ]

Hmph... a shielder would be quite useful in such a scenario... [ Gilgamesh murmurs.

quite involuntarily, the tiny, all-but-invisible golden hairs on the back of his neck prick to attention as that dreadful feeling washes over him, too. it's disorienting, but he is not a hero-king for nothing, so he does his best at such a time to focus on strategy, on combining their resources. ]

Perhaps if we combine our Bios, we might, with these Bursterflies, form a makeshift barrier.

[ was that possible? having the insects come together to harden the Bios into a shield of light and project it? Gilgamesh had been spending his time studying them, and by altering their frequencies mentally, one could certainly train them to do a great many things. granted, these beings they were up against... even with the technology, it might not hold them back for too long, but at such times, even a few moments could make a difference. it might give them an opportunity to strategize, form a plan with their resources.

at any rate, when Lucy turns, she will see that Gilgamesh's own Bios signature is blazing golden and brighter than she will have ever seen. he actually looks like he is being more serious than usual this time. ]

[lunardreaming]

[ Lucy's own Bursterfly is sitting on her shoulder, the tip of its wing resting against her cheek as she struggles with the creature's howling. After a moment, she manages to scrape up enough will to send it flying, joining Gilgamesh's in a flurry of synchronization, floating low around the rogue AI's feet to distract it.

His suggestion is a good idea, and she remembers his explanation of how he'd been harnessing his own Bios: having an object for both of them to grasp. Lucy has been experimenting with her own method -- slow-going, she thinks, because the concept of magic is still so foreign to her -- but in an emergency situation, she'd feel better about relying on something that has a better success rate. Namely, his strategy, and not hers.

Lucy's nature is not a trustful one. It had been, when she was little. When the other children around her had been just as terrified and lonely as she was. When they were the only people she could count on, and the adults with their scalpels and injections and awful smiles were monsters in the dark. But Night City had beaten any remnant of trust out of her.

Extending her hand feels like an impossible thing to do, but she forces herself to do it. ]

Let's try.

[ It's as firm as she can make it, hand held palm-open, waiting for Gilgamesh. ]

fractured ii

[getting_better]

[ He had gone with the...the...well, he'll just say blonde on the night hunt. It's his element, all his powers recovered or not, he does his best work in the dark, damp, lonely, and fear inducing corners of any world.

This shows in the way he stepped into the darkness with no hesitation or fear, taking flamboyant, giddy steps whilst humming a tune to himself with an eager, honest-to-goodness, smile on his face. Maybe the katana at his side made him feel so confident, but it could also be something more primal in his veins. ]

Feels reassuring to know that even a place as clean as this has these sketchy side streets and questionable establishments. I wonder if they have rooms for rent?

[ It was in the middle of his fantasizing that the siren like creature appeared, along with the pull that felt familiar. A twisted smile appeared on his face. ]

Hooo? A siren, eh? Though, it's less fishy than what I'm familiar with. Oh well.

[ With a shrug, he started to approach the creature - one hand moving to the blade to have it at the ready. ]

[lunardreaming]

[ Lucy almost smiles, because she knows exactly what he means. So far they'd been presented a vision of Magisteria as an almost perfect city; clean, harmonious, vivid. Lucy's used to a far dirtier version of urban living, and these back streets are almost comforting in their familiarity.

The siren, on the other hand, kind of ruins the image. Lucy holds one hand over an ear, dulling the noise coming from that awful sharp mouth, while Bishop approaches. He's armed, and so she's assuming he knows what to do with that katana.

Lucy's better from a distance, so she'll stay exactly where she is, fingers touching her temple as she gets a feel for this thing's programming. Her neural cyberdeck isn't working at full capacity yet, but she's still capable. The bodysuit she was gifted helps. ]

They're rogue AI, so-- I should be able to dismantle its code, or take out the parts that are making it dangerous. If you can distract it, I can get to work.

fractured i

[floweroftheapex]

If there's combat to be had afoot, Musashi isn't going to pass up the opportunity. Since Lucy isn't a frontline combatant, the samurai Berserker accompanies her.

She can tell the other woman seems uncomfortable. She's determined, yet ill-at ease. Something about her new bodysuit? Maybe it doesn't fit quite right.

She stands at the alley, one sword resting over her shoulder, and the other held out in to one side. She grins in anticipation. She's seen alleyways like this before, plenty of times. "Oh indeed, indeed. But something even nastier is out here. Let me take the lead, though."

They walk down the alley, Musashi's sword held out while the other stays ready, on her shoulder, ready for a strike. When they see the...metal soldier thing, she flips it around, ready for battle.

She shakes the scream off a bit easier than Lucy does; she's experienced her fair share of horrors, and the effect seems boosted somehow, it's not enough to overcome the recklessness of her EX-ranked Madness Enhancement. "Got it! One distraction, coming right up!" She can keep it busy enough while Lucy works her mojo.

She takes a step forward, and then with a sudden gust of wind, she's disappeared from the Edgerunner's side and is just in front of the machine thing, having crossed the distance in a blink of an eye. Her katanas flash in the dim light of the alley as they come down, meeting one of the machine thing's arms as it raises its sword to block making an electronic chittering noise as it does so. The force of the impact creates sparks between blades. Oh, this thing is strong.

"Miyamoto Musashi, at your service, good sir!" She says with a wolfish grin.

Emet-Selch | Final Fantasy XIV | open

[emet_sulk]

The Fractured (Sentinel of the Eye)

Emet-Selch accompanies the group intending to be support, but he can step up to act as a frontline fighter if the need arises. Such as now, facing this creature: he raises his heavy greatsword just in time to block a flurry of strikes. The pale eye in its 'head' and its general build makes him think that it may be its greatest strength - and weakness.

It's a good thing then that he understands his own weaknesses.

Leave an opening for it to exploit and then go for the kill, is his thinking. But he won't be able to get close to it himself if he's the one drawing attention. This is not the sort of trick you can pull of again and again either. Not against a clever opponent.

"I need someone to attack while I occupy its attention!"

[floweroftheapex]

"Pleased to be of assistance!"

There's a flash of wind as someone passes by Emet-Selch and a flash of light blue as Musashi steps in to engage. However, the Eye sees much and is able to track the Berserker's movements, its dagger coming up in an expert spin to block her blades as they come down with an expert parry, deflecting the attack. "Oho, he's fast, this one!" She likes that.

Having parried her initial attack, it follows up with a powerful beam from its eye, accompanied by a loud droning noise. Musashi barely has time to dodge to the side as the beam cuts up the floor and then up the wall where she'd been standing.

She seems more thrilled by the prospect than anything. "Fast and strong? And it isn't even my birthday!" She chances a quick look towards Emet. "Hey ojisan, how long you think you'll need?"

William G Maryblood | The Faraway Paladin | open (newbie)

[strength_of_will]

William thrives off dangerous fights. It's a chance to test his strength and also keep his skills sharp. However, he's also acutely aware that he lacks the usual protections and magic which accompany him. If he's going to challenge himself, he needs to do so within his means.

A 'high risk quest' is probably not the most ideal way to do this, but, well, shying away from things would go against his creed.

So, here he is, a young man not even twenty years of age standing confidently with a shield in one hand and spear (more like a glaive) in the other. There's a second weapon, wrapped in leather and bandage, hanging from his hip. Its irregular shape seems to resemble a sword.

For now, he's hanging back and listening to what's being said. But if someone is looking for a partner to take down a particular creature, he'll quickly step forward.

"If you need protection, I can offer that."

I rolled the dice and it came up Rivenwreaver Matriarch

[lightduties]

Rhea'li is in much the same position, lacking much of his vaunted power. But he's already had to overcome the difficulties with being blind in one eye in order to gain the benefits of... being seeded by a Cyberseed? Hm. In hindsight that might not have been particularly a bright idea but honestly it wouldn't be the worst decision he's made in his life.

Recognising that he would likely need more than just his magecraft to help with the problems occurring, Rhea'li had picked up one of the guns (something that is in a familiar rifle shape) on offer. It's been a long time since he last shot a gun, but he supposes he'll get back to form soon enough. Still, his trusty grimoire is still at his hip; one cannot underestimate having too many options in their bag of tricks.

Additionally, his Bursterfly (a mechanical insect of fragile, iridescent wings) rests upon his back. It would not be out of place to mistake it as a rather fanciful backpack or cape.

Rhea'li inclines his head in assent, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth, "And I will gladly accept your offer, ser knight." He gestures towards one of many alleys of the High Rise Village. "Let us search down this path, shall we?"

Gilgamesh | Fate | Open to All!

[gilgamess]

The Fractured [Rivenwreaver Matriarch]

[ the darkness of the evening and the misshapen creatures ambling through it... indeed, the whole scenario, for Gilgamesh, calls to mind memories of what had been, for his kingdom and for humanity itself, something like the end of the world.

there, in his time, it had been worse, with the lahmu actively ripping humans to shreds. here, at least, he and the others had a chance to contain these Fractured before it came to that. their numbers were not overwhelming, but it was that same sickening aura as those lahmu, insofar as these were beings who very clearly could not co-exist alongside any sort of civilized society. the incompatible nature was obvious and apparent in every gesture, in the sensations that emanated from the beings that he and the other Otherworlders found themselves confronted with.

the phantom circuits which Gilgamesh had felt in his body since the moment of the Cyberseed implant... there was a small, strange discomfort to them now, an itch that comes and goes. occasionally, he finds his vision distorting, and other effects -- almost as though some part of him were mechanizing in accordance with this world.

presently, his opponent is that first one: the Matriarch, she was called. ]

Do not make eye contact with her -- [ this is said to whatever Otherworlder(s) accompany/ies him, advice given by their allies, Selena and Titan-7. ]

And best you mongrels stay away from those ribbons...

[ unless they wished to end as tattered messes.

presently, however, Gilgamesh's Bios is bright golden, emanating from his body and from the portals that open around him. he may not be at peak power in this world and under these circumstances, but to entrap this witch of the darkness, he shall use his bright aura in all senses of the word. and from the portals, the weapons which now emerge and go flying towards the enemy? not staves or swords, but tri-pronged cybernetic stars. Gilgamesh was nothing if not adaptable to a new setting.

currently, the stars go flying towards that elusive maiden-monster, aiming to slice, or at least distract her. ]

[bodyoftheseus]

[ V had wondered if he had made a mistake agreeing to this mission ever since they step foot here. There were moments his eyes flickered - not enough to really affect his vision, but it was something enough he noticed. He could feel that his reflex tuners weren't quite right. It was all intermittent - for now, at least - and he knew it was foolish to hope that it wouldn't cause issue when he needed them most. It wouldn't be the first time, and it wouldn't be the last.

He's done more dangerous things than this, but always when he was at his peak, and with his own intel that he spent time collecting. He didn't like working like this, and he didn't trust others like this. Unfortunately it was just the state of things, though, and he'd been stuck with someone that he wouldn't have chosen to work with himself. The way V's hackles raised the moment the man called him a mongrel made it apparent that the man had clearly hit some nerve and V's anger was apparent in his voice. ]

Call me a fucking mongrel again and I'll turn you into sashimi for this bitch myself.

[ V pulled out a rifle and crouched, making himself as small as he could behind Gilgamesh. The rifle was clearly a high powered thing: a large caliber, and clearly meant for middling to longer ranged shots. Before he started hacking, he wanted to destroy the seal on her forehead so he wouldn't be interrupted.

He hung behind Gilgamesh, letting him be the big bright shiny cover, as he took his time lining up his shot. He missed the rifle he klepped at the Black Sapphire and its direct link to his optics, but it was neither here nor there. Once he was confident he had the shot, he pulled the trigger - though lord knows if it would actually land, given the fact that he was fighting a broken bit code. Regardless, he kept his that rifle in position until he knew for sure, tracking the symbol on her forehead still. ]

THE FRACTURED: IDENTITIES AND ABILITIES

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The Fractured: Identities and Abilities

The Rivenwreaver Matriarch

Ribbon Slash: The Matriarch can control the red ribbons to lash out at enemies, slicing through armor and digital defenses with ease.
Cloak of Shadows: The dark cloak can envelop the Matriarch, making her invisible and allowing her to move unseen and undetected.
Hypnotic Gaze: The black eyes on the mask can entrance those who look into them for too long, causing temporary paralysis or mind control.
Symbolic Seal: The symbol on her forehead can project a powerful seal that disrupts electronic devices and cybernetic implants, causing malfunctions.
Unraveling Embrace: The ribbons can entangle and constrict enemies, draining their energy or corrupting their systems with a touch of digital poison.
Phantom Walk: The Matriarch can phase through physical barriers, making her a difficult foe to trap or contain.

The Sinister Siren

Siren’s Song: Emits a haunting melody that can hypnotize and control weaker-willed beings, leading them into traps or forcing them to fight for her.
Whiplash Hair: Uses its long, whiplike hair as a weapon, capable of slicing through metal and flesh with ease.
Shadow Dance: Moves with unnatural speed and agility, making it difficult to hit. Can perform a deadly dance, causing massive damage to those caught in its path.
Predator's Maw: Its serrated teeth can deliver a vicious bite that inflicts heavy bleeding and corrupts the victim’s code or biological system.
Crown of Spikes: The sharp spikes on its crown can be used to impale enemies at close range.

The Sentinel of the Eye

All-Seeing Eye: The large eye in its chest can see through walls and illusions, making it nearly impossible to hide from. It can also detect hidden weaknesses in opponents.
Eye Beam: Fires a powerful energy beam from its eye, capable of slicing through most materials and causing significant damage to foes.
Blade Mastery: Expertly wields its dual-sided blade with deadly precision, able to switch between rapid, short-range strikes and powerful, long-range slashes.
Armored Defense: Its armored shoulders and body provide substantial protection, making it resilient to physical attacks.
Surveillance Network: Can tap into and manipulate nearby electronic devices and networks, using them to gain tactical advantages or disrupt enemy communications.

Scythe Maiden

Scythe Arms: Her arms end in razor-sharp scythes that can cut through almost anything. She uses them with incredible speed and accuracy, making her a formidable opponent in close combat.
Rope Blades: The rope-like appendages around her body can extend and lash out at enemies, ending in sharp points that can pierce through armor and flesh alike.
Shadow Step: The Scythe Maiden can blend into the shadows, becoming nearly invisible and allowing her to move silently and strike without warning.
Blinding Light: She can emit a burst of intense white light from her face, temporarily blinding and disorienting her opponents.
Agile Acrobatics: Her slender, agile form allows her to perform acrobatic maneuvers, dodging attacks and striking from unexpected angles.

Twisted Tin

Rotting Touch: Twisted Tin's touch can cause rapid decay in both metal and organic matter, corroding weapons, armor, and flesh alike.
Rusted Sword: The sword it wields can cause infection and lingering damage, as the rust transfers to any wound it inflicts.
Twisted Tendons: The sinewy tendons give it unnatural flexibility and reach, allowing it to stretch and contort its body in ways that defy normal mechanics.
Corrupting Aura: The creature emits an aura that disrupts cybernetic implants and AI systems, causing them to malfunction or behave erratically.
Ghoulish Howl: A terrifying scream that can induce fear and hesitation in opponents, lowering their combat effectiveness.

High Risk Quest Continuation: THE WRECKAGE LABYRINTH

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The Wreckage Labyrinth

Pursuing the source of the Ghost Signal, Otherworlders and their NPC allies will find themselves manuevering through the alleyways of High Rise Village, through unmarked back streets that they might have a difficult time re-locating in the light of day. It is almost as if new quarters and new corners of the district have simply manifested from the ether. The presence of The Fractured also seems to pave the way, as it can be reasoned that the source of the signal is also where these beings are originating from.

Eventually, the group encounters it: a building which appears to be an abandoned industrial complex. Towering, decaying, it looks entirely at odds with anything Otherworlders have thus far seen within High Rise Village.

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Selena Voss: This is... the old HQ for the Aetherion Labs. It's barely recognizable now, though.

Titan-7: As I recall, there was a scandal here involving the head researcher and some other members of the team. I don't know all the details, but there were arrests, and many quit. What I fail to understand is why The Council for Technological Advancement has allowed the building to stand.

Selena Voss: There are signs indicating it's scheduled for demolition. [She points: they're strung about the gates.] The CTA is nothing if not thorough. If I had to guess why it wasn't immediate... something to do with the research inside. Do the authorities realize what's taken up residence here, though? Guess we better tell them...

As your group approaches the abandoned facility, you will notice a massive, rusted gate. It is partially covered in overgrown vegetation. Upon entering, there's a courtyard filled with debris, broken-down vehicles, and obsolete machinery. The ground is cracked, with tufts of hardy weeds poking through. As you near the facility itself, the atmosphere is thick with the hum of electronics and the occasional flicker of unstable lights, giving it an eerie, almost haunted feeling.

And, once again, the sentinels in the form of The Fractured begin to appear -- these, appropriately, looking all the more like guards than the previous set:

Round Two

Titan-7: The last of them is more humanoid. Be careful!

[ Ready for round two? Here it is! See below for their identities/abilities.]

BISHOP | OC |

[getting_better]

A - Scouting (Possible Razorblade Sentinel ambush encounter)

[ This isn't his first time chasing a macabre signal to an abandoned facility and, sadly, it's starting to look like it won't be his last either.

He walks the perimeter systematically, going to the left so his sword arm is facing towards the facility, and moving in such a way that it's always within his field of view as he assessed the area.

Every now and again he stops and looks at the looming structure, eyes darting between each opening, edge, window, gaping hole, even so much as a crack didn't go unchecked. He was on edge, or perhaps he's hunting, either way this was clearly getting serious. ]

....I feel eyes on us...

[ He says out loud, just enough of others near him to hear, but a whisper to whatever maybe out there. ]

B - Inside the Warehouse

[ As expected, visibility is horrendous inside. Rays of moonlight peeking through gaps and windows, casting a ghostly glow around the fringes of the facility, the constant electric hum threatening to make careless minds wander or stray, and the shadows of each abandoned machine making shapes of enemies unseen. Further in, however, the light barely punctures the dark and its only made worse by constant electric hum and the still dead air.

He keeps his wits about him but these things they were hunting were unpredictable, and worse was that he couldn't get a read on whether they acted out of some animalistic action or there was some method to their madness. Their resemblance to the terrors from his world were uncanny and this was unsettling, just like the situation he's found himself in.

He's in a large room with a steel walkway and staircase, perched on the handrail with the moonlight at his back casting a silvery in room as he loomed over like an irrate gargoyle. His blade is drawn from the rise and fall of his shoulders, he's getting worked hard. ]

Hey! Don't come in here! Don't -!!

[ He warned as your figure appeared in the door way, at the same time, something shot out the darkness which he parried while leaping off the rail and onto the rickety walkway. He retreated backwards into the dark between broken windows where the fighting suddenly grew more intense as his blade clashed with more steel, then receding to three blade like tentacles takings jabs at him when he stepped into a ray of moonlight. With quick movement he parried and knotted the three tentacles together before jumping off the walkway and into the moonlight. The tentacles suddenly gone and silence around the room. ]

It's in the dark! Stay away from the dark!

[lightduties]

[Rhea'li has been checking the outside of the warehouse first as a precaution; it wouldn't do for them to be ambushed in a pincer attack. So when he enters later, Bishop's warning is the first thing Rhea'li hears before Bishop's skillful parry of an unseen assailant.

Rhea'li himself is carrying a rifle supplied by their benefactors, but his Busterfly -- his locally made, mechanical vilekin construct of untapped potential -- clings to his shoulders like an elaborate decoration. His grimoire remains at his side.]

The guard is in the dark, is it? Then let us draw it into the light!

[Using his cybernetic connection to his Bursterfly, he wordlessly commands it, the mechanical insect zipping from his shoulders into the air. With a flare of its wings, it flashes a beam of light into the shadows the tentacles had come from.]

The Fractured: Round Two -- Identities and Abilities

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The Fractured: Identities and Abilities

Razorblade Sentinel

Agility: Moves with the grace and precision of a dancer, able to navigate through tight spaces and execute complex maneuvers with ease.
Stealth: Its white and black coloration allows it to blend into both bright and dark environments, making it hard to detect.
Sharpness: Every part of its body is a weapon, from its claws to its feet to its head, designed for maximum lethality.
Psychological Warfare: The red eye-like spots (torso and shoulders) can project terrifying images and induce fear in its enemies, disorienting them in combat.

Void Stalker

Agility and Flexibility: Moves with an unnerving fluidity, able to twist and contort its body in ways that seem impossible, allowing it to evade attacks and slip through narrow spaces.
Sharpness: Its legs and shoulder spikes are razor-sharp, capable of slicing through many materials.
Void Manipulation: The star-like objects in its shoulder gaps can generate small voids, absorbing light and energy, creating zones of darkness or destabilizing objects within close proximity.
Stealth: Its dark coloration and ability to create voids make it nearly invisible in low light conditions, perfect for ambushes and stealth missions.

Crimson Wraith

Swordsmanship: An expert with its glowing red sword, the Crimson Wraith can perform swift, lethal strikes with precision and power. The sword’s energy can cut through most materials and even disrupt digital entities.
Shadow Step: The Crimson Wraith can meld into shadows, becoming almost invisible.
Heat Creation: The sword and the red light under its hood, as well as its body, can generate intense heat. It can beam powerful laster blasts from beneath the hood.
Resilience: The fractured nature of its armor and form allows it to endure and recover from damage that would incapacitate others, regenerating its structure over time.

*** The Crimson Wraith is sturdier than the other members of The Fractured that the party has encountered thus far. To destroy it, its core parts (chest) and its "head" must both be shattered. If possible, the suggestion would be to plunge a sword or sharp object directly into both -- that is, if one can manage to bypass the intense heat/lasers emitted by its "face." Shattering the twin cores will break its regeneration abilities.

The Wreckage Labyrinth: Interior

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The Wreckage Labyrinth: Interior and Lower Layers

Once inside the facility, Otherworlders and their NPC allies will finally find that which they've been seeking: the source of the Ghost Signal. Machines and codes and nodes are scattered throughout the interior, running like abandoned, cybernetic phantoms.

The goal will be for tech PCs to use their neural interfaces and affinity to take the codes, whether by means of downloading them neurally or (if they're not at that level of tech ability) downloading them into their aXess Link devices.

PCs don't have to worry too much about the hardware side of things, aside from shutting down the hardware responsible for the signal (which they should be able to find easily enough now that they're up close); it's more important to get into the interfaces and take the scripts and bases of code, such that they may be examined and used to create preventive/resistance measures against the "disruption technology." These resistance measures will prove important for upcoming events, so PCs will want to get those scripts so they can be taken back to High Rise Village and examined more closely!

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Selena Voss: This place has no business existing in Magisteria. That's for sure.

Titan-7: I've scanned the lower levels. There are... lifeforms there. If they can be called that.

Selena Voss: How are there so many of them? Guys, be ready. I have a bad feeling about what we're about to see...

Selena and Titan-7 both indicate how unnerving all this is: what The Wreckage Labyrinth has become is entirely antithetical to the entire glorious image of High Rise Village and the city-state of Magisteria itself, and when this gets out to the higher-ups... well, the reaction is probably not going to be a very good one. The existence of The Fractured was not a mystery, particularly to law enforcement and the AI/cyborg/augmented denizens of the district, but the numbers/kinds that have appeared tonight have made both of the NPCs feel wary and uncertain. Nor do they usually wander out so boldly.

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The lower levels of The Wreckage Labyrinth are not for the faint of heart. The feeling on this lower level is ominous, as though decay and melancholy hangs in the air itself. And the shadowy forms which manuever within are perhaps the most grotesque that the group has encountered to date...

Round Three: The Nasties

[ One more round and then we can clear this rodeo! See below for their identities/abilities.]

The Fractured: Round three nasties -- Identities and Abilities

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The Fractured: Identities and Abilities

Arachnotron

Stealth and Ambush: The Arachnotron uses its many appendages to move silently and swiftly, often ambushing its targets from above or from the shadows.
Venomous Strikes: The sharp points of its appendages can inject a paralyzing venom into its prey, immobilizing them for capture or termination.
Cybernetic Enhancements: Its cyborg components give it enhanced strength and resilience, making it a formidable opponent in combat.
Energy Core: The red gem-like dot on its chest and the gelatinous blob on its back are connected to its energy core, which powers its movements and attacks. Damaging these points can weaken or disable the creature.
Webbing Traps: It can create synthetic webbing from its cyborg components, using it to trap or hinder intruders in the Wreckage Labyrinth.

Malebuzz

[ note: the "male" is pronounced like "Maleficent," not "male" like gender, lol]



Plotting and Manipulative: The Malebuzz is cunning and manipulative, often appearing to be plotting its next move. Its sinister demeanor suggests it enjoys tormenting its prey.
Venomous Sting: Its red stinger can deliver a potent venom that causes severe pain, hallucinations, or paralysis, making it easier to capture or toy with its victims.
Buzzing Distraction: The small wings produce a disconcerting buzzing noise that can distract and disorient intruders, adding to the psychological terror.
Psychoactive Brain Fluid: The dark red translucent orb and visible brain are sources of a psychoactive fluid. It can release this fluid in mist form, causing hallucinations and fear in those who inhale it.

Knotskull

Brute Strength: Knotskull relies on its immense physical strength, using its long, gangly arms to deliver powerful, crushing blows.
Raw Flesh Exposure: The exposed, raw abdomen may suggest a vulnerability, but it also allows for regenerative abilities. Knotskull can absorb nutrients from its surroundings to heal wounds, making it a resilient foe.
Adaptive Armor: The exoskeleton can harden or soften depending on the threat level, providing additional defense or flexibility as needed.

The Ghost Signal: Conclusion/Final Battle

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Boss Fight

Once Otherworlders and NPC allies have cleaned up at The Wreckage Labyrinth and exited with information, technology, and codes/scripts pertaining to the Ghost Signal and the "disruption technology," it's time to return back to the apartments. Selena and Titan-7 guide the way back to the familiar city streets, which at least look and feel far less menacing now.

It's very late at night by this point. In fact, a touch of morning twilight is even beginning to show... could it be that the dawn is around the corner? But then, your group has been having quite the night's journey, so perhaps it's been longer, cumulatively, than it might have felt during each individual moment. Fighting a bunch of nasties can also fuck with one's perception of time, as the saying goes. Well, maybe there is no such saying. But there could be!

Selena Voss: Yeesh! What a wild night! Time to get back and report on what we've found. It's... not going to go over well...

Titan-7: Selena... wait. Look. Up ahead.

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???: So... I get to see these special Otherworlders at long last. The ones with the magical tattoos, and capable of doing this "Synthesis" bit. Real unique bunch, huh? That's what I'm supposed to say right now, I guess?

Selena: [...she's blinking a lot right now...] ... ... Ly--sa? You're ... the last person I expected to see. I thought you were --

Lysa: Dead? Yep, I am! It's Lysa the White Phantom now. Dead is the new awake here in Magisteria. Least with me and my new friends.

Titan-7: We honestly have no idea what you're talking about. But if you're controlling these beings, I take it you're also responsible for that intrusion at Rosalind's.

Really, it all begins to come together now.

Lysa the White Phantom: BRRRZT! WRONG! That was the other Phantom! But don't worry. He'll be coming along shortly, bringing the Symphony of Disruption with him.

You think we care about that vile android woman and her flowers and birds? For a city of supposed geniuses, you guys aren't too bright at all. What we care about is the intersection of technology and organic matter, the absolute mingling of the DNA at the genetic level. There is no place in the multiverse that can interweave the two so fundamentally and irreversibly as Magisteria. Ah, but I have no intention of saying more than that. I'm just the messenger of your oblivion.

Hey, Otherworlders, I know you're listening, so I'll say it outright: I'm another of the esper girls. Thetics, we're called. Half-human and half-AI. Seems like the men in this city just can't get enough of fucking AI women, huh? "Artificial" pussy must be real good. 'Cept our mothers were far more than any mere AI women. Why don't you tell them, Selena? You know, about what's really going on in the Government district? Or could it be that you don't know, yourself?

Selena: I have no idea what's happened to you or who's been whispering in your ear, Lysa, but... you need to stop right here. This isn't funny, you know. Your actions are going to alert the Enforcers, the CTA, the Boss at the apartments... for your own sake, please, don't push this any further. Surrender, come over peacefully. You know those people will never tolerate this level of disturbance in the city-state.

Lysa the White Phantom: I'll say it again: for supposed geniuses and uber-specialists, you guys aren't the sharpest knives in the drawer. Our boss is someone whose ability with technology can supersede The Administrator. We'll be taking the secrets of the Aetherium District for ourselves. The true democratization of Magisteria's tech.

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[Selena Voss and Titan-7 are both extremely dubious about the claim that "her boss" can supersede The Administrator, given what The Administrator is, but there's no time to fight/debate such an ideological point now.]

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High Risk Quest: Final Round, Lysa the White Phantom and Grimm

Clearly, it would seem talking is not getting anywhere with Lysa.

Selena, who knew her as a former classmate, is baffled by what's transpired, but whatever happened to her, her behavior -- coming out and throwing out such verbal molotov cocktails -- suggests she is beyond reasoning with. The goal is to capture Lysa and take her in for questioning and with an aim towards rehabilitation -- that's always the aim.

Otherworlders are free to throw whatever powers/abilities/tech they have at Lysa, but true to her claim of being a "Phantom," she will disappear as if into thin air, escaping in a translucent wave of glittering code that shimmers on the air (numbers, symbols, bits of alien scripting) before vanishing entirely. An escape.

The main battle will be against Lysa's companion, Grimm. Before disappearing, Lysa will note that even if you defeat her "puppy," there are plenty more Grimms out there, and others like it. Like she said, she's just the messenger.

Defeating Grimm will take a combined effort among the group! Unlike The Fractured and their reflexive, lower consciousness, Grimm operates with a sleek, computational efficiency, calculating opponents' movements and developing its reactions and abilities in direct counter to them. It has overwhelming bulk and raw strength and is capable of lightning fast movements. It can blast lasers from multiple parts of its body and at varying intensities, and it can also perfectly regenerate its body UP TO 5X, meaning the only way to defeat Grimm will be to wear it down repeatedly.

For this special fight, PCs will get more canon powers back temporarily: up to 40-50% and will have access to the big powers (ex: Noble Phantasms in Fate/) and even encouraged to use those.

-1 GRIMM LIFE (rip Emet's Bios)

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Half of their power back? Emet-Selch can feel his power surge and he feels a lot more himself than he realises. This is what he's been missing all this time. It's not quite his full power but it will be enough to wipe out the Grimm (or so he thinks).

Of course, powerful spells don't just happen. He will let others distract the creature while he lifts a hand and begins to channel his power.

Two large, thick, monstrous arms emerge out of his back, tipped with long and lethal-looking claws. Red ley lines whirl around the left arm - vibrant, vermillion traceries with little off-shoots that resemble leaves on a vine. Those sensitive to Bios will realise that he's preparing something immense. Dark, swirling energy with a vibrant core gathers before his clawed hand, above his head, while the other holds up a simple shield to deflect lasers that shoot his way. When his power reaches its climax, he snaps out tersely.

"Stand clear!"

The casting claw slams down against the floor. His swirling vortex of energy slams against the Grimm. Darkness consumes; light stagnates recovery. The creature is devoured over the course of a minute and its howls grate upon the ears. In short order, there's only a smoking, charred machine left. Emet-Selch's mouth curves up in satisfaction. But his pleasure is short-lived.

The smouldering Grimm twitches. Then starts to stand. And that's when Emet-Selch realises that he has no more energy for another powerful spell.

[monklookslikealady]

Libra is fighting some of the smaller enemies, using his axe as a conduit for his magic. Anyone nearby can see it glowing with colors showing what element he's using at each time. When Emet-Selch goes to cast his big spell, Libra can feel the pull of Bios before it's released. He turns just in time to catch the slam of the claw on the floor.

That was impressive. He hadn't been talking himself up too much before.

But apparently it wasn't enough, as he watched the Grimm starting to stand again. He ran over, standing between Emet-Selch and the rising Grimm.

"How long would you need to do that again?"