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...

Zayden: Yea, over 500. A spirit or a demigod. A ghost or a satyr. A mortal or a priest. Well, you have a lot of options there, my good man.

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?

Zayden: Really now? Would a demigod be able to... Can I have a glass of water?

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!

James: I guess that was Art. Looks like he doesn't get along with Lab Coat very well.

Zayden: Since you know us, it would only be fair if we know you as well.

James: Who are you talking to? Labby left the room.

Charles: But I heard, nonetheless. He returns with a glass of water, and walks over to Zayden's cell. That is fair, but I will only answer one, maybe two questions. Then you must answer mine. Please step away from the door so I can insert this water.

Zayden: ''follows instructions and moves to the side. Once he got the water, he smells for poison then drinks a half of the glass, leaving half for later'' James, you ask.

James: James thinks carefully for a moment. What exactly is this... establishment? What is the purpose of these studies?

Charles: Aha, going for the big questions. Unfortunately, I can't answer those in too much detail right now. To answer your first question, our organization calls itself the "Desecrators," although I would prefer to call ourselves, the "Refiners." We consist of a few, remarkable individuals. The five of us are gifted with true vision; the mist, as you call it, does not obscure our vision. We have a fairly large budget, with which to hire normal mortals to do our bidding. As for the purpose of our studies... Charles pauses uncomfortably. We only wish to learn as much as possible about the divine. He may be hiding something.

Zayden: I'm guessing we're not going to be out for a while, right James?

James: I don't know. Demigods or not, I'm fairly certain it's illegal to detain American citizens this way.

Charles: Yes?

James: Sooo, once you do let us go, you're probably going to get in a lot of trouble.

Charles: Yes... once I let you go. I'm aware.

Zayden: face palms as he mutters in Greek Never tell your captor you're going to tell the police once you're out. He'll never let you go.

James: Hey! I've never done this before!

Zayden: breathes in and out to realize his fury XDWell Mister, how about I give you information about myself, as much as you like in exchange for freedom?

Charles: How reasonable. Let's start with your god parent. Who is he or she? He prepares to take notes.

Zayden: shrugs I knew you'd say that. You see that glass of water there? It was for a purpose, ''makes an illusion that's he's water bending and places the water back in the glass once he's done. He drinks and finishes the water'' Son of Poseidon. Not a happy dad you'd pick to mess with his kid.

Charles: He seems unperturbed and notes some things on his clipboard. Fascinating. So then, you posses mainly hydrokinesis, am I correct? Are there any other powers included?

Zayden: Mainly that and minor control over horses. Yea, just horses.

Charles: I see... Notes more down. OK then, this next question may be difficult-- ''He is cut off by a ringing noise. He reaches down and pulls out his radio again. I'm busy right now... well can't it wait?... The radio is mostly too quite to be heard, but one word is clear: "demigods."'' I... see... Of course, right away. He hangs up. I'm sorry, but something has come to my attention. I must go, but I'll be back in a few minutes or so. Goodbye! ''He leaves, looking flustered and somewhat... greedy? all at the same time.''

James: Well, does anyone have any ideas that might get us out of here? I'm not sure he'll let you go when he's done, Zayden. Think about it, it seems like he's done this before, but we've never heard about it from anyone.

Automaton 135: He nods and still talks in his shrill voice Then I must fix my voice microchip because this voice is much too annoying.

James: That sounds like a plan. I we don't know when he'll be back, so you'd better get on that.

James: Haltingly in Greek. I have only been at camp a few months. My Greek is not good. He might speak Greek. (The awkward phrasing is intentional here.)

Charles: He returns, grumbling. We finally get visitors, and our cells are already full; must build more... He notices Zayden is missing and runs to the cell. What in the blazes is happening!? Where is Zayden!?

James: Hmm? Is he gone? Check under his cot; maybe he used that glass you gave him to dig his way to freedom.

Charles: Glares at James. We've talked about your sarcasm, correct? He fumbles with his keys and yanks open the door to Zayden's cell.

 

Automaton: He nods and speaks in his usual voice I agree.

Escape and Discovery
''The party leaves the room and finds themselves in maze of corridors. After walking a short while they find a strange locked door, different from the others.''

James: This one's different. Maybe it leads to an exit.

James: Righto. James raises his and a chilled breeze begins to slowly swirl around him. Auto, could you please get the door?

Automaton: He nods and punches the door, ready for an attack on the otherside

''The door buckles and falls in. Nothing attacks. A long hallway is ahead. It is dark, dank, and there seem to be jail cells off to the sides. Real ones, with metal bars instead of fancy glass.''

''As Zayden passes one of the cells, a bizarre creature jumps on the bars and snarls at him. Several other creatures in other cells take notice and also jump at the bars. The cells contain about ten draconae and telkhines.''

''Unfortunately, the bars aren't exactly... holding up that well.''

James: What the taco is going on here?

The monsters all groan, screech and hiss a similar message. Demigods! Food! Finally! The monsters are battering the bars, which seem to be giving.

Automaton: Run! runs towards the other side of the room

''He is too late, the first of the cells breaks open and a pair of Draconae block the hero's path. Cells continue to break until the party is surrounded.''

James: Well, this is maybe the worst thing that has ever happened to me. James says, drawing his swords. I guess I haven't lived that long, huh?

The telkhine is knocked backward, but more take its place.

James: He freezes a dracanae, but before he can follow it up he is attacked by a telkhine and force to go on the defensive.

'

''At first it appears to work. The monsters cry out in hunger and run towards where the party entered. However, after only a few seconds the Telkhines' keen noses pick up on the deception.''

A Telkhine: It's a trick! Their sent it over there!

The monsters screech to a halt and run back toward the party.

''The door is locked with a padlock. It seems old though.''

James: Creates a powerful wind to hold the monsters back, but only slows them. What's taking so long with that door? Is it stuck?

The lock breaks and the door swings open.

James: ''The monsters have reached him at this point. He is trying to fend them off with his swords.'' Get through the door!

James: That was close, nice save. James leans on the door. There is no way that lock is going to hold though, especially because you just broke it.

''The party finds themselves in a room with a computer and some filing cabinets. A few files are strewn about, with sketches of monsters clearly visible. There is a door on the far side of the room.''

James: Trying to hold the door closed as the monsters begin to pound on it. I don't suppose anyone brought any water with them?

Automaton: He pulls out camel bladder with 5L of water inside Will this do?

James: Perfect. ''He quickly grabs the camel bladder and pours it on the door, freezing the water as he does so. Before long the door is sealed with ice. He hands the bladder back.'' Problem solved. Thanks, Auto.

Automaton: Your Welcome. He takes the bladder and stuffes it into a hidden box in his wrist