"Okay, that bought the others some leeway, but I'm done with this unpaid overtime! Grab the Numenera, and head to the exit or the boats! We're getting out of this alive." Maybe less people would have died to this catastrophe. With this final insult to her latest career blunder, she wonders if she should have.
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If she didn't get free access to the spa, she would have snapped and gone on a rampage. Her experience, if she could register a review, would begin with the title "Zero-Sum Relaxation", as she has been underpaid, forced into overtime, harassed by visitors and staff alike for her disgusting cybernetics, sexually harassed by her mentor, and then 'inexplicably' bullied about her sexuality by everyone but her mentor.
It has been about three months since she signed up as a temporary worker for the holiday season, as an apprentice for one of the geothermal engineers. Reiko screams in bitter disarray as she desperately helps the other engineers with the 'repairs' to the geothermal stabilizer, which is currently spewing an output of encrypted text with the word 'nyan' interlaced at random intervals. If we die here, I just want you to know that I always HATED THIS JOB, AND I QUIT!" "I am a Tough Builder who Fuses Flesh With Steel.
#Nosteam guild of dungeoneering plus
Up ahead, past the next switchback, there's the town of Hallux, stopover point for trade caravans (though it's late in the year to be busy with that now, snow and ice might block the pass before normal wagons made it through), plus a moderately famous apothecary and bathhouse fed by natural hot springs. It's autumn, and you're barely a third of the way to the Light'ning Beanstalk, which isn't even the true destination so much as another bottleneck on your route, but such dizzying speed leaves you pondering the possibility of a victorious return before winter. but even so, from Thaemor's capital to the mouth of Cerdyn's Pass in just one night! Conventional armies might count themselves lucky to march that route in less than a month. Unfortunately they're designed to seat one person each, and there are six of you, so things have been a bit cramped. Your advance payment included a set of three chainpods: swift, efficient, and versatile amphibious vehicles. Apparently a big rock, up beyond the sky, is going to fall and kill approximately everyone, unless you reach it first and blow it up in just the right way. Or, for those less interested in grand narratives, hired you to deliver a payload to a target. An ancient automaton, wise but wounded, broke through the floor of a windrider repair shop (on a hill outside of town, pictured) and sent you on a quest. Yesterday you were nearly four hundred miles northeast of here, just outside the City of Needles.
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