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PostSubject: Project Titan   Tue Oct 01, 2013 12:56 am

Chapter 1

He greets the vault official in his polite usual manner; paying the standard fee of five hundred gold.  The official leads him through to the secure holdings to Westers personal storage room. He unlocks the heavy iron barred door and swings it open, allowing Wester to enter before following behind him.  Standing in the midst of the room, both men are surrounded with stacks upon stack of iron ingots, reaching from the floor to the wall.  Wester proceeds to a lock box, sitting a top of a table in the middle of room room.  Next to the lock box are a stack of iron wood blocks; the official can just about make out carved shapes engraved into them.  Wester pulls a tarnished silver key attached to his necklace from around his neck and inserts it into the lock.  The opens with a satisfying snap.  His attention then turns from the box to the official whom he thanks.  He waits to be left alone before opening the lid.  A feint smile cracks across his lips as he pulls his journal from the box.

The edges supported with an intricate mithral binding that still shines even after months of neglect.  He flicks through his journal to the pages containing his notes on the TITAN project.  He reviews them, reminding himself of the work that he had put into this war machine.  He eyes the looming and glinting iron ingots in the torch light and ponders to himself.  Ten thousand ingots.  Five thousand pounds.  Almost two years of collecting, and now it was time to begin.

Taking the carved iron wood mouldings of Titans legs and enough iron to forge them; he methodical makes his may to the forge.  As he begins to bellow the red hot coals of the forge the embers start to glow a bright orange and flare white.  The forge grate crackles with a sizzle of immense heat.  One by one each ingot begins to melt and fill the mould.  Watching for the iron to cool, Wester would take each intricate part of the leg in his tongs and ensure the final piece was up to his calibre.  Slowly but surely every cog, spring, cylindrical bar, armour plating and the numerous other assembly pieces where finally finished.  He returned to the vault for the arms.

From dawn till dusk and on in to the small hours of the night he would forge, bending and twisting the metal.  Manipulating the iron into wondrous shapes from his journal.  His eagerness would have him continue on into the next day but his physical prowess was spent.  After leaving the last of Titans pieces in the vault he would retire to the local inn and fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.  

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The next morning he woke to the sound of birds tweeting from outside, the morning sun shone through the window, it would be a good day or so he thought.  While taking the time to eat a hearty breakfast of pan fried sausage and onions he began to ponder on where he would continue the rest of Titan's construction.  At the minute his project was nothing more than a collection of iron trinkets and parts all stored away securely in the vault.  Assembling the construct in the vault was a fools notion, it would be too big to fit through the door way when finished.  Crafting it in the local forge was also out of the question.  Too many busy bodies and light fingered thieves coming and going he'd never get a moments rest to Finish.  Yesterday he'd gotten lucky with next to no interference but he didn't want to chance his luck again in that place.  

He had sat so long considering these things that his sausage meat had gone cold.  He slid the wooden plate away from him, slouched back in the booth and requested another water from the tavern maid.  Mindlessly fishing into his pouch, he'd pull a smoothed gem that he'd fiddle with in his hand, some how he found it helped him concentrate.  It then hit him like an arrow.  The Academy.  The halls there would be large enough to house such a construction and he'd have the privacy to work with it's mechanics.

He stood from the table and left a tip for the tavern maid before leaving.  Boxing up the golem parts in the vault he began to move them to the academy's storage room.  The sun was creeping behind the tree's by midday before he had finally carried across all the parts.  In the basement of the academy Wester worked tirelessly under the torch light fitting together each section of titan meticulously.  Wiping sweat from his brow leaving a dirty and oily smear he looked up at the looming, motionless behemoth.  The easy part was done.  


((Could a DM please collect all the parts ~ 10000 iron ingots, 10000 gold, Glowing Power Essence and Iron wood molds ~ for this event that happened over the weekend. ))


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PostSubject: Re: Project Titan   Tue Oct 01, 2013 12:56 am

Chapter 2

The strain of the last two days work had taken it's toll on Wester come the next morning. His body ached, his muscles were tense and his mind wrecked from pushing himself too hard. It was best to allow the project to remain on touched for a day or two while he recuperated. That morning as he drank his hot mug of black tea he stood before the Goliath construct, smug in his accomplishment so far. It was then that it struck him. 'What next?'

He'd spent so long obsessed with this project it had consumed much of his time. Now that it neared completion what would he do next? His face dropped from it's smug impression. Teaching students the art of alchemy and forge craft only content him for the shortest time. The same could be said with his armament sales, though that was always more of a tinkering hobby than anything else. Sipping his tea he shook the feeling of emptiness and put his mind back to the tasks at hand.

He still needed to mix the components for the power cell and encase it. Then there was the complex key mechanisms to construct and 'teach' through trail and error experimentation's. His poor back would thank him for the leisure time, but Wester was not one for letting things slip him by. Taking a vial of healing, he mixed a little of the contents with his tea and drank up. There was work to be done.

He made his way to the alchemist laboratory and began on the the next stage. He began mixing several oils together, like he had done a million times before, and blended together an ionized mixture used to electrify his shining mithral blade on occasion. He set's it a side and reaches for a set of tongs. From a protective case he grips a glowing power essence and sets it gentle into the assembled power house casing he had forged the days previously. Pouring in the oil slowly he could feel the surge of energy emit from the iron casing. He bolted it close and gust of greenly colour fumes puffed from the vent. Quickly he fanned them away from himself and covered his mouth and nose with his free hand.

He placed TITAN's heart to the rear of the alchemy bench then left in pursuit of the ladder from the night before, that had now 'relocated' itself back to the library. The halls echoed his footsteps as he brought the ladder to TITAN's resting place. He lent it up against the rear of his creation and climbed to his head. Twisting it sharply to the left and unhinging it, he separated the head from his torso, climbed down and returned to the lab.

Fitting a lens inside the face plate he projected a light through it, beaming the image against a mesh drum canvas. He began to weave a fine line of goat gut harp string in a cross hatch pattern on either side of the drum mesh. Tightening a few loose strands to each finger on his left hand, he raised his right hand between the light and the lens, throwing a shadowed hand image upon the drummed canvas. He began to utter worded commands “Follow”, “Attack”, “Heal”, “Hold”, Guard” to the mechanism. The combination and alteration of sound, light and shadow would vibrate and twitch the strings attached to his fingers in various ways. He recorded each result meticulously. Hours past as he continued his experimentation.

It was late afternoon when he emerged from the lab and sought nourishment, the head of TITAN cradled under his arm and the heart held firmly in his other hand. He hurried along the corridors to the kitchen and rustled together a loaf of bread and a hunk of salted beef. He clumsily juggled the heart, head and bread in his arms and bit in to the hunk of beef with his teeth. He waddled back to the store room and set the items next to TITAN, except for the beef which he tore a fleshy piece from with his teeth. Chewing on the salty beef he picked up the head and climbed the ladder once again and connected TITANs head. It popped into place with a heavy thump and he descended the ladder. Absent mindedly he reached out to grab the heart and moved around to the front of TITAN's chest. The chest plate lay open and a dormant space for the heart sat empty. Wester places his loaf of bread in the chest.

Embarrassed he raises his hand to his face in shame and shake his head at his silly mistake. He tossed the bread from the chest cavity in frustration, blowing away the crumbs. This time he looked to were he had placed the heart and took it in both hands. Slotting the heart into place and fastening it tight and closed the chest plate and stood back.

He started into it's eye, raised his hand in gesture and in a clear voice announced 'Follow'.
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PostSubject: Re: Project Titan   Tue Oct 08, 2013 9:13 pm

Chapter 3


Wester stood back and witnessed the birth of Titan.  The heavy clattering sound of metal cogs and gear began rattle within it.  The hiss of pistons, blustering gasses from the seams as Titan started up.  Then suddenly it began to advance on Wester, taking it's first heavy thunderous step that made his ears ring.  Wester threw out an open palm and called 'Hold' but Titan did not.  He tried again, louder this time yet it rumbled onward in Wester's direction.  Wester dove for cover but Titans knee struck his side and sent his hurtling into the near by crates.  



Wester rolled over, holding his side watching in horror as the construct ployed head long into the academy wall.  The crash of metal on stone would have alerted anyone in the Academy.  Wester quickly picked himself off the ground, grabbing a large wrench and climbed the back of Titan.  Titan stuck in it's automation continued to walk forward pressed firmly against the wall.  Wester unfastened the bolts holding the neck brace into place.  He reached up inside in pulled the power housing from his chamber.  Titan fell motionless.

He unhooked the 'brain' from the rest of the mechanics and began resetting some of the functions within the chest cavity of Titan.  “Here goes” he announced to himself as he slot the power house back into the iron giant.  It roared up, wheezing and clattering, bits of rock rubble coming loose from the wall and bouncing off Titans hide with a clang.  The headless automaton stepped backwards several places into its original location and rolled to a stop.  Wester pondered to himself and took the head back to the drawing board.

Later Wester would return and replace the head, proceeding with the trial and error of experimentation through out the week.  He'd tinker and make many alterations perfecting the final weapon, this would take time.





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PostSubject: Re: Project Titan   Mon Oct 28, 2013 10:20 pm

Chapter 4

Three weeks had past with the experimentations on TITAN proving fruitful, even if there had been some difficulties. In the early trials of testing; Titan proved capable of substantial combat prowess, more so than Wester had anticipate. That was until Titans inner chest plate exploded and a vast green cloud of toxins. It appeared that the release valve mechanics had melted from the gas stored in the vault compartment. Using Titans exhausts as a weapon now had to be altered in a way that would allow constant flow. The chest was repaired and the piping now lead through the arms to the fists instead. The exhausts now appeared as spiked hollow knuckles pumping fumes into the unlucky test subjects.

The sacred oils he had used with the blessings from the Grandmaster of the Lanceboard had given his work the edge in combat against arcane occurrences, although it was weaker than he had hoped. It soon became apparent that the terrain and the elements would be Titans biggest obstacle. Prone to rust, Wester had not considered the problems he'd encounter having Titan march had long across the river. That had turned out to be bothersome, when a fish found it's way into the inner workings and made Titan malfunction in a peculiar manner. The river water hadn't helped either, washing away vital oiled components that later revealed to rust and slow Titans mobility. It soon became obvious to Wester that when he traveled with his new toy that he'd have to stay on dry land and make a water displacement oil for when the rain fell.

The elements and the terrain were not the only problems, titan himself commanded an audience, and an audience he would attract in his short traveled lifespan. Wester reveled in the awe of his creation, although he knew this would cause a headache for him if he brought Titan through Shadowdale without first consulting the town officials and obtaining some sort of written permission. Talking with the Harvest Mistress earned him some honor and her good word toward asking the mayor for what he needed. He considered carefully what he would say in the correspondence, and several drafts still sit by his cot not sure on the words to use.
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