Iron Gods

Fear and Loathing in Torch Vegas
A Savage Journey to the Heart of the Numerian Dream

We were somewhere on the edge of conciousness in the frontier of Numeria when reality began to take hold. I remember saying, “I’m too tired someone else take watch.” Suddenly there was a terrible roar and the Foundry was filled with Ropefists. Somewhere in the haze someone was shouting, “Holy Gods! What are these godsdamned animals doing in here!”

The troubles started earlier though. It was around midnight at Silverdisc Hall we were scoping out for a possible heist and things got weird. The half-elf got drunk and had to be carried out. Somehow that android got himself tossed out for counting cards. Poor bastard doesn’t know any better. Taking it upon myself I bought a round for the house then the fluids came out. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of a fluids binge, and I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.

The barkeep took his and went deaf, or so I was told. Mine was much more interesting. The casino was filled with rabbits and rainbows. Terrible tentacled rabbits. I was transported to a strange land with firearms that fired more shots than I could count and some strange bearded human. I tried to warn my last companion but couldn’t. Poor bastard would see them soon enough. The strange human tried to grab me and his mouth grew elongated and he moved to swallow me whole! I did the only thing I could, I pulled out Mildred and put him down. Then a unicorn with a tentacle horn lead me back home with the promise of more fluids. I’m going to have to see if I can recreate this event.

Back to the Foundry though. We were set upon by vile foes. Of this much I was certain. Separated from the remaining members of our group, myself and Hynocerous did our best to combat the incoming threat. A head full of revelry proved to be my undoing. I couldn’t parry the blow that put me unconscious.

That’s when I heard… That’s not important.

When Joram got me back on my feet I found a halfling had aided in defeating the Ropefists and Magpie departed this life. He got better. The android that led the invasion we tied up and rambling about one true god. We did learn that the torch went out because of her meddling and the engine room was where we needed to go. It’s a day or two more still before we can get the part needed to get the lift moving and discover what other wonders the ship may hold.

A letter home
Rothgar has a tender moment

My dearest Avana,
I know it has been sometime since my last letter home. The junking business slowed down because of new regulations of the Technic League. But what’s a man to do? I’m sending you a fair amount more than I have in the past. It seems Brigh saw fit to smile upon me. You see my friend, Khonnir, got himself captured while exploring ruins of a vessel underneath Torch. The town hired myself and a few others to rescue him and see what else we could learn about their namesake being extinguished.

It was a most fruitful expedition. We discovered the skeletal remains of four armed aliens, and one that was more flesh but still one of the walking dead. This vessel was probably the most intact of it’s kind I’ve seen. Khonnir is back home safe with Val, you should see how she’s grown. Makes my think of our girls and of Dalkon. Should you hear word of his well being please pass it on. One of my team member’s father was captured by the Technic League and he learned of his fate from a Technic League spy we caught trying to steal from us. I need to see this through. I’m unsure where this path will lead, of one thing I am certain however. It will be sometime before I am able to return home to Larrad.

As Khonnir’s strength returns I’m certain we’ll learn our next step in the coming days. I’ll write again when I have a chance.

Your Love,


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