World Moved On (IC): Chapter 4, New York

[Shock]

Jhondak
HP: 5

Jhondak was mostly quiet throughout the meal, letting the others do most of the socializing. Afterward, he listened carefully to what the chief had to say. "We should stay at least long enough to get a better measure of their numbers and strength. Perhaps a scouting party so that we might test them ourselves?"

[Lord Fell]

Myron Frost

After the ka-tet has dined with the Kawima, Myron sips at his drink and waits for an opportune moment. "That meal was most delicious, Chief. Please accept this small token in appreciation for your hospitality." From his sleeve (a voluminous, today -his garb seems somewhat Asian in its inspiration), Myron produces a tightly tied white linen bag, containing about a pound of salt.

"King John mentioned to us The Todash... I think that is why we are here."

[RedBstrd]

GM Post:

The chief takes the gift and nods approvingly to Myron. "You wish to go Todash? Rest then, for tonight you will dance with the spirits." He rises and indicates one of the braves with his extended hand, "You may speak with him if you wish to test yourselves agains the beastmen. He is a runner and will pass word to our horsemen on the plains."

[Shock]

Jhondak
HP: 5

Jhondak nodded his response. He wasn't sure who was expected to participate in the Todash. He also wasn't sure if he wanted to be part of that group or not. He supposed he'd let the others work that out. Looking in Owen's direction, he posed a different question. "Should tomorrow be good for a scouting expedition?"

[Project Icarus]

Owen

Owen nodded in response to Jhondak's question. "Tomorrow would be as good a day as any if you want to scout out the enemy," he said. Looking to Myron, then the chief, he said, "I for one would like to 'go Todash,' if you think it is a good idea."

[McGuffin]

Russ
HP: 1

"Maybe all of us should go? Depending on what 'going to Todash' actually means of course, but I'm not too wild about splitting up, even if it's supposed to be just for a while." As he finished the sentence Russ wasn't smiling in a carefree manner like before anymore.

[RedBstrd]

GM Post:

The chief nods. "You should all go. Your bodies will cross over with you, so you need not worry about any events here, nor do you need a guard." Pointing at one of the tents, he adds, "We will set up the machines in there. Give us until sundown and then we will perform the ceremony." As he leaves, he speaks to several of the members of the village in their native language and then enters the tent he indicated. Over the course of the following hour, men bring crates full of salvaged relics of the Old Ones into the tent. As sundown approaches, the tribe assembles in a crescent formation outside of the tent. Their faces are covered with ritualistic paint and they all seem dressed in their finest clothes for the occasion.

[McGuffin]

Russ
HP: 1

Russ observed the preparations for the ceremony with a keen interest, his curiosity having won over his earlier trepidation. "Looks like magic, not science. Although I guess after a point it gets hard to tell one from the other." The comment wasn't directed at anyone in particular, more like the gambler musing out loud.

[Shock]

Jhondak
HP: 5

Jhondak nodded in agreement. "It does appear all the same to me. Though from what I've seen, science brings less risk to my soul, making it far preferable."

[Lord Fell]

Myron Frost

Myron offers the chief another bow, as the meal ends.

When the Kawima begin to assemble the machines for entering Todash, Myron's attention is piqued. He will drift unobtrusively towards the tent, and get as close to the machines as possible. His ears are practically twitching.

Technology (1d20+10=13)
hiss. Boo.
Technology Re-Roll (1d20+10=27)
Myron also has the Advantage: Tech Familiarity (Old Ones)

[RedBstrd]

GM Post:

As Myron watches the ceremony and views the machines, he gets the distinct impression that they are undoubtedly creations of science. Magic seems to play no role in their function, strongly suggesting that the ritual plays a purely social and ceremonial role.

The chief notices the arrival of their guests and stands. He holds his arms out, inviting the ka-tet into the tent. "Our guests have arrived. We send them Todash!" When the rest of the guests arrive and enter the tent, he addresses them in an excited voice: "Sit here and grasp these and each other." He distributes among Jhondak, Russ, Myron, and Owen a small stack of steel rods with some electronic components. The chief then motions to the crowd outside. "We begin," he announces. At this moment, the crowd starts to hum and chant. Looking back to his guests, the chief instructs: "Close your eyes and listen to their voices. Think of nothing but the sounds and do not let your mind drift. Once your heads are cleared of everything but the sounds, say 'ready' and then focus on where you wish to go." The humming of the machines continues.

[Shock]

Jhondak
HP: 5

Jhondak looked to the others questioningly. The instructions were simple enough. But he had one question with no apparent answer. "Where is it that we wish to go?" On a personal level, the answer was easy. He wanted to go home. But he didn't know if that was within the power of the ceremony. Would they travel as a group or separately?

[McGuffin]

Russ
HP: 1

"There's New York, the 'newest York' the rock talked about. The only question is, is this a one way trip? Would we be abandoning Camelot to ka if we pressed on now?"

[Lord Fell]

Myron Frost

Still eyeing the equipment, Myron shakes his head. "I do not think the Todash will allow us to travel on in quite that fashion. Besides, it is my belief that the road to the Dark Tower is not so much a road that is traveled in a linear fashion, so much as it is a gauntlet of challenges we must overcome."

Myron turns the steel rods in his hand over, inspecting it. "I believe our sojourn into the Todash will give us insight into the disposition of our enemies. We should look upon the beastmen and the main host of Chaos."

Myron closes his eyes and begins to concentrate on the chanting.

[Shock]

Jhondak
HP: 5

Having never seen New York, Jhondak wasn't sure how to focus on it. He could try to think of the forces of Chaos, but it was hard to consider them a desirable destination. Matching Myron's demeanor, he closed his eyes a tried to push everything out of his mind except for the strange voices. Twice, his thoughts drifted to home but he pushed the thought from his mind. This was not how he would return and he still had a promise to keep to the ka-tet.