The Unknown Medallion

The red drains. A whitish blue tube drains and mixes with grey. "Well, I have a matter fabricator and a limited but useful supply of programmable nanotech."

"Why would I ever want to kill someone? That isn't nice at all." The yellow drains and red and green intermix. "Considering that I ended up here and that it took almost two decades to build the machine to do so with almost one hundred people working on it, it is completely inefficient." "This is the best you could do. Isn't there anything more high tech here?" The green drains to allow red and yellow to mix. His face contorts to an almost evil smile. "Let's go! That sounds fun!"

The red tube filled and yellow tube drained once again. "Hey guys, how are you doing? My name's Setallon. What's yours?"

A medium tremor runs through the building as the man transported away. "Whoah, what's with the attack, what did I do?" Somewhere in the process, his knife had elongated and a pair of brass knuckles had formed on his hand.

"Huh, what, I could ask the same if you." A knife appears in his hand.

/Test/ /[subject:countdown3]Commence/ <3> <2> <1> /Initiate[subject:transferance][target:<Earth>/ <ERROR> <EARTH>=[STATUS:UNFOUND] /Switch[subject:initiation <Plan B>]/ <Plan B> = /Locate[target: <Nearest Universe>]/ Target = [status:located] /Initiate[subject:transferrance]/ [Status:complete] Setallon's lifeless body fell to the floor. /Initiate[subject:revitalization]/ One of the tubes on his incredibly large backpack emptied. "Well, this isn't Earth, is it. I can't fathom how I got here. He glanced at the device on his wrist. The red tube started emptying at the same time the yellow tube, which was currently half full, filled back up. "Error!? How in the multiverse was there an error!?! That was simple, routine task and you still couldn't do it right? You stupid, useless machine!" He pushed the off button violently, then looked around. "Who are you looking at!?!"

A shiver runs through the immediate room as an out of breath Southern Corhic man appears in the room Ne'ik was trapped in. For a second, the man failed to notice Ne'ik, simply resting with his hands on his knees. @Szeth_Pancakes + anyone else in the room.

@Szeth_Pancakes

Atik gently placed the semi humanoid creation on the ground. As easy as breathing, he imparted memory into the Twisty. It was a memory of happy times playing in the meadow. It had taken place when been [exact age to the day, around four]. A benefit of having perfect memory was that he had far more to impart than most people. Almost silent, he whispered, "Be free, dance and play, little one." And so it did. It would be fair to say it frolicked in the grassy meadow. Slowly, his other Twisties and Twirlers and Rick-Rocks gathered around the new one. They too danced and skated. Atik smiled. It had been long time since he had watched them. That made what he had to do harder. The creations could do little to protect themselves. The only reason they survived was because of Atik's protection. Atik had... business to attend to, so he couldn't protect them any longer. And I could do with some happy memories where I'm going, he thought. One by one he picked them up and absorbed the memories from them. He left them in a small cave where nothing could reach them. Solemnly, he reached into his pouch and grabbed a bundle of various materials. He placed it on the ground. The light shone on the gentle curves of a crouched figure. Atik would be glad to part with the memories he placed in the creature. Memories of hunger, fear, survival, fighting, waiting, searching. Dark times. Memories he dare not remember, but dare not live without. The memories would be well spent in the creation. He called it Preerack, Shadow, in languages long forgotten. "Awake. Be alert. Survive. Guard. Watch. Think." And with that final word, Preerack stood up. Atik stretched his arm forward and it scurried up. It was greeted by a couple other creatures that found their home with Atik. Atik stood and walked towards the setting sun.

I'd rather Lotus than Archer. He and Szeth both came off very village.

It's not. The doctor saves a person, so the fighter will kill the attacker and survive. I... didn't? It was mostly just an observation.

Szeth. more to come, but Szeth feels village because of that. Same with Archer.

That feels back tracky. Tentative Szeth Devo, I actually don't think that the Alliance are all that likely to team up with eachother. The Reavers have motivation to seek them out, but there isn't much reason for the Alliance to do so if the Reavers don't contact them in my opinion. I only mildly dislike Szeths reasoning itself. It's his response posts that scream "hedging!" to me.

I think that's a matter of judgement on their part when the time comes. If they get informed that the fighter is going to be attacked that would be a good time I believe. Otherwise it depends on the matter at hand and the alignment of the doctor. Once again, up to them. Personally, I would do it today because I think most people with stall, but I'm more risky than most people with that kind of stuff. I think they should search this and maybe the next turn then start blocking because mercs are more likely to attack then and the shepherd's reads will be more informed. I think there will most likely be two companions, one vil or alliance and one reaver. I'm not super comfortable leaving votes to be controlled, but if I genuinely have no suspicions, I probably still won't vote.

I already said I was.

I would just like to announce that I am Crew. Also #killwei. Illwei @Elandera

I recommend finishing Assassin's quest so you get a break before delving into the rest of the realm of the elderlings.