Finally At Rest

[00:41] {NARRATION} Giving the last faint few flickers of light from the machine- fleshy red mass pours forth from the fractures in its plating- crystals flowing forth from the gooey center of the machine.

“U-NIT 07 INO-P, REQUES- 02 TH-REE HOS-”

And with the final blaring from its mechanics the machine shuts down- for good-

Who knows how many years and victims the thing has claimed.

Pulling out from the shadows, Robin stares at the robot before glancing back at Elayna with a firm nod.

“R-right.. Last tower.” they nod as they shift nervously under their robes. Probably unsettled from the sight of the death machine.

[00:44] {Item} You picked up Water Crystal x30. Dropped by Rundown Equipment.
[00:44] {Item} You picked up Fire Crystal x30. Dropped by Rundown Equipment.
[00:44] {Item} You picked up Lightning Crystal x30. Dropped by Oyl.
[00:45] Oyl peeks back to Robin, hoping that the machine didn't spook her off too much. Without her maps, the group would likely be stuck if the guide suddenly chose to haul ass. Oyl keeps up the pace away from the fallen robot and towards the next tower, sticking close to Elayna and Agava.
(Oyl)
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[00:46] With a concerned glance for Robin she envelopes the mapper with Holy mana, a soothing feeling filling her as she gathers their small group together.

"It'll be alright Robin, just a tower and fort left for the most part.."

The Spirit's holy mana seemed to be wrapping itself about her like a cloak, she didn't seem to realize, or mind it.
(Elayna)
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[00:53] {NARRATION} Comforted by others and nearly at the goal, the sea captain couldn't feel more relieved with her journey nearly at an end. They had been on their feet for who knows how long now- with the toll on the woman showing upon her movements.

It wouldn't take long for the group to circle around to the other tower- the evidence of the Robots damage evident as the entrance to the base of the tower of power was relatively intact- as if it was maintained.

“It looks like we finally made it here- home at last-” Robin grasps at her shoulder, looking at the aged map- should just be through that entrance-” she mumbles as they stumble forwards.

[00:55] The Spirit blinks at Robin's words... what did she just say..?

"Home at last?"

Her mana begins to condense around her.
(Elayna)
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[00:55] {Item} You drop Lightning Crystal x30.
[00:55] {Item} You picked up Weatherworn Book Of Kraus. Dropped by Oyl. .
[01:04] {NARRATION} “Yes-”she replies.

Tugging at the edge of the woman's drab brown robes and hood, the fabrics flutter and collapse onto the floor, revealing an abomination of a woman before them. A giant 02 on their shoulder
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“Im OTwo Designation Cartographer, machination of Tinkerer- the machinist, you have returned me back home.. At last, though I fear Im incapable of going farther than this tower..” the woman says as she stumbles forwards, placing their back on the wall and sliding down onto the ground.

“I lack the power to get into my creators labs, I cannot complete my directive- I fear I am not strong enough.” they say as they look up at the group.

[01:08] Her eyes widen as she see's what the woman truly is... was she even human..? Some mix of construct and biological life? She felt cold dread in her metaphorical heart, the horrors of this place apparent before her eyes...

"What.. was your directive..? And.. are you both biological and machine..? Who is the Tinkerer?"

So many questions... Though now she observed her with wariness in her eyes regardless of how weak she currently seemed.
(Elayna)
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[01:14] {NARRATION} “To map the Island of Agartha and its resources- to better assist my creator in procuring materials to continue his work… its- become difficult with over half a century of neglect and lack of maintenance- I had to return without finishing or risk losing it all.

Complete loss was not an option.” OTwo stares back

“The Tinkerer… was lead research and development of Bioengineered weapons. Resident of Giar- Location unknown..

Within the labs are tools to perform maintenance upon his creations, but the power source was destroyed along with OSeven.”

[01:20] She doesn't like the way this was going...

"Bioengineered weapons... so.. combat versions of you..? What was the thing we fought before..? Some sort of entirely mechanical design..? That's why it only said three... it knew you."

She was frowning slightly,

"Who is OSeven?"

She needed to get all the information she could before deciding her next move...

"Are you both... human and machine..?"
(Elayna)
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[01:26] {NARRATION} “OSeven was the seventh in the series, a combat prototype using biomass accumulated from demons who failed the Accursed programme. Naturally it was aggressive and suited itself as a weapon- but its downfall was its inability to make proper judgements outside of based commands- leaving it flawed and unable to wander alone.

OTwo is a human prototype of the Deceased Robin Maley, designation Valmasian civilian. Current construction was too fragile to make a proper combat model and was abandoned partway though- So I was repurposed.

We are not designed to run this long.”

[01:31] Tears form in her eyes...

"OSeven… mm... is likely still down in the labs then..? And you are... a mechanically sustained Undead..?"

The tears begin to fall regardless of her answer, this place was driving itself into the Spirit. Everything she had seen... and now this.. bioengineered weaponry...

Thera definitely needed to become aware of this fast..


(Elayna)
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[01:36] {NARRATION} “Undead would assume we have died in the first place. This body used to belong to the former Robin, I am Robin- but not.

I Know nothing more beyond this. I have all the memories, but Ive also have directives. All I know is to return no matter the costs.” She says starting to slouch.

“But I have failed that as well. With no powersource, the entrance will not open in the tower.”

[01:37] Elayna asks, "So you were... replaced..? Or.. sustained mechanically instead of death..?"
[01:37] Elayna asks, "What kind of power source would be needed..?"
[01:43] {NARRATION} “There is vague memories of obtaining these new limbs while still designated as Robin. In this new body, Robin cannot die- as long as there is proper maintenance its been…… eighteen thousand two hundred fifty days since Tinkerer has last checked on OTwo.

Without a power source from condensed elemental stones, the doors will remain shut.”

[01:49] The Spiritmancer would peer deeply into the Spirit Realm, an attempt to find Robin's Spirit, should it be bound somehow. She could feel something akin to a pain... this woman.. was made into this... an abomination of life, a slave, a mockery of creation... and there were things even worse.

The tears dripping from her cheeks fade away into nothing... manifestations of mana.. though still true to the emotion they represented. The mana around her began to intensify more and more the longer this conversation goes on...

"Will the stones from the other automaton work...?"

Her voice sounded small.
(Elayna)
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[01:56] {NARRATION} “I- do not know. That isnt something I can answer.” she replies back.

Even with Elayna’s search into the realm of the dead- there would be nothing to find- at least around this part of the world that would help the abomination before her.

“Without a directive- I shall wait here for the return of the Tinkerer, my purpose is complete. Thank you for your efforts. As my designation is not that as a sentry like OSeven, you may leave without risk to yourself.” the machination replies.

[02:14] She stood there for a few moments... in silent contemplation.. not moving.. or speaking. She looked to the woman with something akin to pity in her eyes as her vision returned entirely to the physical plane once more. The Book of Kraus they had found held in one hand, a weight much heavier than the physical in that moment.

There was no scripture, verse, or testimony on how to deal with this... There was only her... and what she knew to be right. She had been preserved through a means that was most certainly depraved.. life should not be treated this way. This was on par if not worse than Necromancy.. at least now Calael had made the beginnings of a cure of sorts...

She could only offer one final act of kindness... of freedom... she hadn't seen the woman's spirit, the true Robin. Though in the end... she could offer a merciful death... or a slow one were she to leave her here cursed to decay away...

Her hands brushed the book as she lifted it before her... she opened it almost as if a guiding hand led her to the final pages.. spells of holy magic, likely long forgotten...

She closes the book and speaks softly,

"I... am sorry Robin.. but I must free you from this.. I cannot see what you are as anything but a mockery of creation... a slave to whatever depraved arts or sciences did this to you..

I don't know what kind of person you were... but I don't think this is something you would have wanted.. or even if so.. if there was no way to cure an Undead, their Spirit must be freed.

This is the final mercy I can offer you.."

The feeling that had been building... the mana... it all burst forth. The Spirit exploding with radiance as the air itself seemed to breathe her magic... the book is opened again.... the instructions for a spell older than the ruins they stood on flow before her eyes.

"Kraus give me the strength to do what I must..."

She whispers softly.

She brings her hand down, a pillar of pure holy magic strikes down from the sky tearing through the wall of the tower Robin had been leaning on, the pure holy magic striking the abomination and ending their 'life' of slavery before they had an opportunity to feel pain.

Even as a melting section of the tower would be missing, the Spirit falls to her knees and sobs. Not in regret, no. Her tears were shed because her act of mercy was necessary... something no one should have to do and yet she did.

Ethreal hands clutch the book to her chest.
(Elayna)
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[02:27] {NARRATION} Looking up from the ground with a tilt of her head, OTwo would start to stare at Elayna on confusion.

For one who had lived longer under command than she had in their mortal life, the thought of being freed from its grasp was not something they could fathom. But deep down inside, the machination knew. It “Felt” those words.

Staring up to the skies above them, the slouched robot watches as the pillar of light descends upon them- the woman not screaming in pain nor fear but in acceptance of the fate that befell her.

And upon her cheek- the first time in over half a century a tear is shed, as if a deeper understanding was met with the woman who was providing the long lost girl mercy.

“Ahhh.. I remember now.” Was all the machination would mumble within the dazzling radiance before the frame of the being becomes limp and collapses sideways onto the ground- the metals consisting of the creations frame melted and charred.

Finally at rest.

But resting not all to far from Robins body would be her lifetimes work- the map Of Agartha- and her home.

[02:31] It seemed to be minutes before she was able to move... even if the woman's words eased her conscience. She now at her deepest level understood this place... and why the Spirits here were willing to die to end it..

It all made sense to her now.

She slowly rises... she moves to the maps.. precious information they had came for. And allies in tow.... she makes their way back to the boat.


(Elayna)