Archived:The Lost Throne Quest

Note: This quest is connected/influenced by the corresponding mission, Mission: The Gilded Throne.

Questors
1. James Maelstrom, Mael

2. Zayden Tanberry, Broken

3. Automaton 135, User:Jacob.radon24

Prophesy
Prophesies are for wimps! Or maybe not. The point is, there isn't one.

private helipad
This helipad is on the ground level... in Manhattan? The owners must be rich. It's in an enclosed area, but the only thing in the way is a chain link fence.

demigod holding lab
The lab has a few desks with chairs and notes scattered about. The walls are lined with cabinets and a computer in the corner is displaying what appear to be DNA patterns. There are two separate cells. The cells are tiled on all sides except one. The other sides are large windows with small slits for air on the top and a door on the side. In one corner of the lab, several tools lie about.

More locations will be added as they are reached to preserve the surprise.

Point Genesis
''The questors have arranged to meet for the first time at the helipad. This is where it begins.''

James: James paces back and forth uncomfortably, waiting for the others to arrive.

Automaton: marches to James and bow to him Good morning James. Why are you troubled?

James: Looks up. Hmm? Oh, I'm just a bit on-edge. This the first quest I've ever been on and I'm technically the leader. It's really beyond anything I've ever tried to do before.

Zayden: Nah, it'll be easy.. I guess. Anyways, I'm Zayden, son of Apate.

James: Oh, how long have you been standing there? Well anyway, I'm James, son of Boreas, and this is... Gestures for Automaton to introduce himself.

Automaton: bows to them I am Automaton 135, a creation of Hephaestus

Zayden: gestures to the helipad Can we start going now? We can talk more later anyways

James: Absolutely. James looks around to make sure no one is watching before gathering his wind power and vaulting over the fence.

Zayden: simply climbs the fence with ease as he has done these before

James: I hate to ask, but who was Apate again? He sounds like a tropical fruit, but that seems unlikely.

Zayden: he makes it across and heads for the ride Goddess of Deceit, trickery, lies. For short, I can fool and hack and manipulate. No biggie. Also, it s a she.

James: Wow, the god of deceit is a goddess? I bet the feminist groups just love that. There should be a secret passage down here somewhere.

Automaton: Follows them closely from behind

James: Hey Auto, do you have a scanner or something that might help us out here?

Automaton That depends, what do you wish for me to scan for?

James: Well, supposedly the people who stole the throne took it underground from here. That's when Boreas lost track of them. We need to follow them, but first we need to find out how they got underground. James is poking around in the shrubbery. So if you could scan for a trap door or something, that would be great.

Automaton: nods and scans around making a small beeping sound before stopping and pointing over to a tree On the otherside of that tree appears to be a hatch of some kind, maybe check there.

Zayden: Try it, James.

James: Nods and walks around to the other side of the tree. Aha! Yes, this reeks of secrecy... and unnecessarily high building budgets. James yanks open a door hidden in the tree. Well, it goes straight down, and has one of those obnoxious, completely vertical ladders. Who wants to o first?

Automaton: walks into the hatch and falls 30 feet before hitting the ground, causing a little tremor It is safe. he calls up

James: Fantastic, I didn't want to be stealthy anyway. ''James leaps into the hole and slowly descends on an updraft, landing safely in a long hallway. The hall is lit by dim, flickering lights.'' I guess they blew their electronics budget on secret tree-doors. Zayden! he calls back up, You're up next!

Zayden: simply follows them and brushes off the dirt 

James: Well, this tunnel seems pretty straightforward. The party moves to the end of the tunnel, where they find a heavy, metal door. I don't suppose they left the door unlocked. He tries the door. Nope, but it was worth a shot. Any ideas.

Zayden: his maces appear We could try

Automaton: Stand back. pulls his arm back and punches the door

''The door now has a large dent in it. A siren begins to blare.''

James: Auto, let's talk subtlety for a moment. You see, when entering an enemy base-- coughs When entering an enemy base, it's generally best to-- coughs several times. What is this? Do you smell it? It's... wha...?

''Gas fills the hall, knocking out both demigods. The door opens and a strange man in a gas mask with several tools hanging from his belt pokes his head out.''

Strange Man: Agh! You're a 'ton! ''The man scrambles for something in his back pocket. He pulls out a metal sphere with strange markings on it and tosses it at Automaton #135. A field of energy engulfs him and he goes temporarily offline.''

Imprisonment
''The party wakes up in a strange laboratory. The lab has a few desks with chairs and notes scattered about. The walls are lined with cabinets and a computer in the corner is displaying what appear to be DNA patterns. Both demigods are in separate cells. The cells are tiled on all sides except one. The other sides are large windows with small slits for air on the top and a door on the side. The automaton is belted down to a table with several cables. In that corner of the lab a few tools lie about.''

Zayden: wakes up from unconsciousness Wh-where... his eyes widen gods... he immediately examines the cell 

''The only thing in the cell is a cot. The door appears to be locked from the other side with a very heavy padlock, but it's hard to tell.''

James: Zayden? Is that you? ''The cells are next to each other so the demigods cannot see each other. They can see Automaton 135's table though.''

Zayden: Yea. They shut him down, we have to get out...somehow

James: I've already tried smashing the window. It seems to be really thick.

Zayden: Were or are there any guards outside the room?

James: I haven't seen any since I woke up. I wonder why we're being kept here and not killed or something.

Zayden: They need something from us or were bait which is exactly the same

James: Well, it's not exactly the same, but I can see why--

''Suddenly, a man walks into the room. He is wearing a lab coat, carrying a clipboard, and has unusually long, brown hair.''

Charles: Ah! You are awake already! Very good! He says in a cheerful demeanor. My name is Charles. It's so very good of you to drop by. We usually have to go to great length to find fine people like yourselves.

Automaton:'' He reboots and his blue eyes flash on the monitors. He tried to speak but his voice comes out like he as been breathing helium'' James? Zayden? Oh no my voice box must have been damaged.

James: We're here. It seems we're prisoners. Can you think of a more stellar way to begin my first quest? His voice resonates with depressed irony.

Charles: ''He seems to notice the automaton for the first time. He seems annoyed and pulls a radio out his deep pockets.'' Art, I told you to keep your toys out of my laboratory. ''He says into the radio, pronouncing every syllable of "laboratory." After a pause he continues,'' I don't care, get it out of here. ''He hangs up. Then cheerfully continues,'' Sorry, friends. Some of my colleagues lack ambition.

Automaton: In the name of Hephaestus I order you to let us go. Or else. Why do you have us here?

Charles: Irritated. Why does Art need to have keep such noisy things around? I do not fear the machine's creator. Nonetheless, the machine's question is valid. Trying to be cheerful again. All you need to know is that you are all here to be studied; that is all. I've taken the liberty of taking a small blood sample from the two of you. I hope you don't mind.

Zayden: stays quiet as he observes the room and cell and brainstorms

James: Yes, I do mind. Why are you studying us anyway?

Charles: I'm sorry; I'm afraid the answer to that is rather complicated. Let's move on--

James: We have time. Explain it.

Charles: Laughs. You don't seem to understand. I'm studying you, not the other way around. Here's what I've learned so far. Number one, you two are demigods; judging by that orange shirt, you are from the camp. Number two, you came down here in a group, so it probably wasn't an accident; you're probably on a quest of some kind. Number three, judging by the fact that your normal body temperature is a few degrees lower than normal, that your hand usage implies that you are ambidextrous, and that you chose to wear only a light jacket in February, I'd guess that you are a child of Boreas. He turns to Zayden. You, on the other hand, are much harder to determine. Now is this correct?

Zayden: I take pride in that he smirks  

Automaton: This still dose not answer how you know about demigods.

Zayden: looks at Unit 135 for him to continue and try to irritate Charles

Charles: Grits his teeth. Machine, do you have no manners? Fine. I know of the demigods because I'm not blind. Now shut up.

Zayden: Oh really? A simple assumption won't do you any good. It's quite a shame he plots to outsmart then trick Charles with an illusion later on

Charles: I try to make my questionings a comfortable and relaxing experience. You are making that very difficult for me. Now, I have some simple questions for you. Let's start with you name, age, the age when your powers appeared, and the nature of the process as far as you understand it, and remember, this is for prosperity so please be honest.

Zayden: Easy then. Zayden. Lost count after 500. Forgot.

James: Bartholomew Cubbins. 6 years in the future. I was bit by a radioactive snowflake.

Charles: Raises an eyebrow. Your sarcasm is not very helpful to my studies. Now, Zayden. Did you say 500? Forgive me if I'm a bit skeptical...

Charles: Interesting, He writes something on his clipboard. but I am well aware that you are a demigod. I am merely not sure who you parents are. Would you care to elaborate?

OOC:What will happen? :3

Charles: Zayden, I respect your intelligence, please respect mine. I have been studying demigods for years; I know how to identify them. And yes, you may have a glass of water.

''At that moment another man walks into the room. He is wearing greasy clothes, like he's been working in an auto shop. He is the man who was wearing the gas mask.''

Charles: Briefly distracted, Art, it's good to see you. Get your metal trash out of my laboratory, please.

Art: Listen, there just ain't any room left in my hanger.

Charles: Then make room! Throw something out!

Art: angry. Oh, yeah. I'll go do that: throw out the materials for the only area of our study that's making any dang progress!

Charles: Very upset. I am making progress! Your project will never have the same potential as mine!

Art: That the way you see it? Fine then! You just keep on doing what you're doing, but you can do it with a 'ton in your office. I'll pick it up later! He storms out, but more words echo from the other side of the door. You'll never figure it out, Charles! Divine power can't be duplicated!

Charles: Art! Get back here and take this scrapheap! Mumbles under his breath, idiot...

The whole exchange took only seconds.

James: Seriously?

Charles: Charles regains some composure, but his face is a bit red. I'll get your water, Zayden. Please wait a moment. He leave the room.

OOC: I should have mentioned this before, but it slipped my mind. James's swords have been taken away and are on one of the desks. Zayden still has his maces because they are disguised. Also, that post thing you're using leaves unnatural gaps in between posts.

Automaton: Who was that? And I am not a scrapheap!