Ten bottles sit atop a fence that lines the road into town. Across the way stands a skinny figure. Arm out stretched the skeleton takes aim at the bottle. His hat tilts back as he takes in a breath, his coat sways in the wind and as if to breathe with breeze his coat settles and he exhales. A shot rings and glas shatters across the way.
"1 bottle down"
Rune had been walking the peremeter of the Tower when it heard the shots. Curious, the construct finds the two scouts firing the strange weapons that have become common in Jastrey of late. Rune extends a stone hand towards one of the bottles, mutters an incant, causing a small vortex to pull the bottle into it's hand. The golem holds the bottle up the light, inspecting it. "This one does not understand why these bottles are exploding. No contents. No magic."
"what do you know if it aint old green viens. I figured i would fire off a couple of shot's befor entering town to make sure it was the right place. The last place i went to was full of prime pedlers and they didn't take to kindly to me"
Rex shakes his head in dibeleif
"i think its the hat" "and what do we have here ezac/"
motioning to Rune
"another one of your crazy inventions?"
*looks at rune*
"i mean im good but im not that good. That...person...thing....erm...perthing is rune. Pretty much a magical talking rock"
Ezac shoots a bottle from a distance
"rune its a gun it shoots rocks at hight speeds..............Wait rex were you shooting at people"
Rune walks over and replaces the bottle. "This one does not understand. What force drives the rock? Alchemical? Arcane? Your description is incomplete." The construct walks towards the revenant, inspecting him. "This one doubts it was your hat. Your undead nature makes you un-desirable. Be wary the lightbringers and other paladins, as thier narrow minds will attempt to remove you in subversive ways. How do you expect the brandishing of weapons to reveal if this is the correct place?"
The fae approach the three that appear to be the source of smashing sound. "Rune? He works on arcane magics," "See the source is the shinny thing on his chest" She said pointing at Rune's core. "Sometimes it gets really angry though, and sounds like a bunch of angry bees are inside him..."Bzzz" she said trying to mimic the sound. "It does that alot sometimes actually" She said giggling.
At the mention of paladins the expression on her face goes sour and She seem oddly serious for a moment. "The paladins?" "They probably didn't like the hat, they don't like anything thats not theirs!" She said crossing her arms cross her chest pouting.
Rex turns to the golem with out moving his arm
"Well you see Mr. Rune was it? There is a hammer here" (rex pulls the hammer of the gun)
"And when you pull this trigger here"
Rex moves his arm a fraction to the right and fires. The bottle next to Rune shatters.
"The hammer strikes a very flamible powder that propels the "rock" out of the barrel and to the intended target. (turnning to ezac) of coruse i didnt shoot anyone well not untill they tried to kill me and i agree with pengy here. It's the hat."
"paladins smaladins" they are just in a pissy mood cause they cant drink.
well..i would be too.
Ezac takes a swig from a bottle filled with a murky brown substance and proceeds to stuff it with a small bit of paper
"now rune if you want to see soemthing really truely awe inspiring to the senses that you can do with alchemy...obeserve"
Ezac lights the top of the paper and looks to rex giving him a firm nod.
"pengy...no"
And he tosses the bottle behind him.
Rex Flicks the brim of his hat with his left hand and lowers it while his right hand takes aim. A deep breath exhales from the skull of the tall figure and the gun rings out into the air. The bottle cracks and then shatters, the sound of air being sucked into a small space then the area lights up and fire rains down in colors of blue then yellow and orange as it falls to the ground.
" and that my friends is what we call a dragon city shuffle."
Glimmer squeals from the woodline, bursting forth flitting left and right through the shower of sparks headed straight for Rex. She rights herself and lands directly in front of him, grabbing at the item that made the sparky things happen. "FIRE FIRE FIRE SPARKLY FIREY DEATH AND THINGS AND STUFF! Who you are, Mister? What sort of magics is this? I'm the best shooter round these parts and that thing made firey death sparkles. I want it. Can I have it? LET ME SEE IT!" Glimmer, forgetting her new Unseelie form, quickly tries to right herself, and her tounge. "I mean....Oh ho hum, I've seen better, Look what I can do, your face is boring. There." She quickly looks about the gathered crowd before plopping to the ground at Rex's feet and stuffing a pile of cookies in her mouth. After several seconds of snorting and gulping, she seems to have calmed herself a bit. Pouring half her flask in her mouth, she bats her eyelashes upwards at Rex and says "Might I please see what your shooty thingy does, Mister? I'm the best Scout that's around here and I've never seen something shoot faster than me and my Bow, Broomhilda."
Rune briefly studies the explosion, nods, and then levels a stone fist at a bottle sitting on the rail. A high pitch wine begins to emit from the construct as it gathers energy for a spell blast. Rune's markings and sigils glow in pulsing waves as the golem focuses it's magic into the leveled arm. The construct's hand opens, releasing a beam of magic that shrieks down range towards the bottle. The beam misses, and takes a sizable chunk out of a tree behind the bottle.
A bass tone similar to an irritated grunt emits from the golem as it levels it's other arm at the target. Rune misses again. This time, the construct levels both arms at the bottle, and releases two beams, both of which miss.
Rune turns to face the exuberant fae that had joined the others, his runes glowing erratically and palms smoking. "This one needs to work on it's aim. This one continues to wonder why others question it's continued use of weapons to direct it's magic." As the golem rants, the tree that took the brunt of the constructs attacks creaks and falls, resulting in a solid thump. Rune glances back, and it's shoulders rise in a very human wince. "This one will hear about that from the druids."
At the sight of the firey explosion the fae seems ecstatic with joy. "Ooooooo Yes do it again, again!" An nefarious glint in her eyes.
The fae jumps slightly at the sound of the tree meeting the earth and turns to address Rune. "Rune! you were supposed to hit the bottles not the tree, silly" She said this a very condescending manner. "It would seem your aim needs some fine tuning, and I think the poor trees would agree, for their own benefit of course"
Rex Truns to glimmer and his mouth open but before anything comes out he is interrupted from Rune's magic. with atteintion focused back on the fairy he pulls the revolver from it's holster and begins to spin it catching it so the the hilt is facing glimmer. He extends to the gun to the fairy
"here take aim and pull the hammer like you would the string of a bow and then pull that tigger there."
Glimmer takes the shiny by the hilt and takes aim, cocking the hammer as she'd seen Rex do. Taking aim at the bottle, she fires a clear shot knocking the bottle to the ground in shatters. At the sight, she squeals with a loud "EEEEEEEEP! I shooted the sparklies!" Waving the gun around wildly, she accidentaly fires a second round into the air. Deciding she'd best hand it back over to Rex, she does so saying "Thank you Mr. Rexies. I like your sparky maker. I think we're all safer if you keeps it though. My bow will does me just fine!" At the all excitement, Glimmer hiccups wildy and plops down on to the ground again in a stupor. Absent mindly stuffing cookies into her mouth, she begins to drool as she stares at the sparkly gun Rex holds.
Ezac peaks his head from over a nearby rock " She still got a gun?"
Rex replies at a distance " No she prefers her bow" Ezac with a slight relief in his voice "Good yeah nice"
Ezac saunders over pulling his goggles to his brow " For a minute there i thought we were going to have fae with guns flying about. they care for fiery thing a bit to much."
A suden realization that there are fae around him "errr....no offense"
When the fae fires the first shot, The golem's stones drop from around it's core and its clothes and mana become aetheral -phase-. Once the weapons is returned to its rightful owner, the stones snap back into place returning the golem to a solid form.
Rune turns to face the revenant, a baleful blue glow seeping from the gaps in the contructs faceplate. "You never told us why you came, other than an adversion to prime found in other towns. Inquiry, Why Jastrey?"
The golem's lights flash and pulse as the construct considers places to send the Revenant. "This one would reccomend the Graveyard..." the golem points in the direction of the burial place, "It is near. Be warned, this one believes other undead and those who study them may have occupied the cabins near there. You should seek Rastik and his wife, Spyder."
Ezac hears the familiar crack of a firearm. "Not to many people with one of those." In the mid afternoon sun he zeroed in on the sounds and trudged around to see who was shooting...and who was getting shot. A little ways away he sees a figure of bones in a long brimmed hat... he takes aim. The wind blows suddly Ezac adjust to make the shot. With the slightest touch the round is away and hits its target...one of the glass bottles on the fence. "Marksley ! A shooting practice without your poisonous pal come now that's not sporting!"