Iron Gods

I Didn't Ask for This

Session 12: Ivar

It has been nearly six months to the day since I set foot into the caverns beneath Torch. An archaeological expedition sent to investigate the tunnels, winding passages, and technological artifacts of a civilization long since dead.

I’ve lost track how long since I regained consciousness…perhaps a month…maybe two?
It matters very little, the point is I am alive…my comrades were not so lucky. I shall avenge their deaths and bring to justice the ones responsible…the technic league.

As luck would have it, as I emerged from the depths below I was found by a group of heroes whom I have been told are responsible for returning the violet flame to the mountain. The stories they have shared with me leave no doubt that they share my hatred of the technic league. I took this meeting as a sign from Torag that I should lend to them my particular set of skills

Though I must admit that it was the Android, Zair, that sealed the deal for me. It is so rare to come upon one of her kind, I wasted no time in having her regale me her entire life history, while documenting it of course for prosterity. She is absolutely fascinating and I hope to learn more about her as we journey together.

It seems I will have no shortage of adventure in this journey, we teleported from torch and appeared in a long forgotten valley….where we came upon the wreckage of an Annihilator Robot.

It wasn’t much further away we chanced upon a cave where a cult of technology-hating androids were taking shelter…how’s that for irony? or is it an oxymoron? perhaps both? yes….let’s go with that; an oxymoronic irony.

But I digress…we now find ourselves raiding a cave filled with murderous robots with some four-armed women who wishes to have us join her in destroying the black dominion. I don’t know, I wasn’t paying much attention; I find myself distracted by Zair, it is a joy to watch her fight such fluid movement for a being that is essentially a robot.

In any case, my only wish is to continue my vengeance against the technic and perhaps learn something along the way, after all this is an academic expedition as much as it is a killing spree. And to any members of the technic league who may find this journal entry should I lose it, I have a message for you:

I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want.
If you are looking for gold, I can tell you I don’t have any.
But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you.

I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.



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