Seeing a fire going for the pot, and no immediate threat in the area, Bulwark started to satisfy his curiosity again. He hadn't seen any controls, but that didn't mean there wasn't any. "If you will excuse me. . ." he rumbled absent-mindedly, accompanied by a salute.

He began to wander to room, looking around for any sort of control, until he passed by the machine he was working with before; the smaller Warforged still placed within. He stared at the controls again, and pushed a few buttons, hoping that it'd actually do something.

((GM, check your PMs for Bulwark saying something to Serai.))

((Going back briefly to before Jaynna took the wands...))



Mirae listens closely to Jaynna's explanation, and a look of deep sadness crosses her face. "Not completely extinguished..." she repeats to herself. Jaynna's question about importance startles her slightly, and she looks at the girl briefly then looks away, shaking her head. "Not any more," she replies quietly, and sighs deeply. "I think perhaps he lied to me."

::Jaynna smiles and returns her attention to Mirae, "Every part of the living body holds a 'spark', no matter how small or how insignificant, if the Healers own inner power is strong enough, miraculous things can happen. I have heard ancient tales of Healers of great power that have resurrected living creatures from meer dust of bodies decades old. But myself, I .. cannot do such, and am unsure if I will ever have that sort of power. A Healer like that comes once ever few centuries," She chuckles a bit, beaming a smile, "And I would be conceited indeed to even think I eventually could do such feats."

She looks down at the heavy new healers kit and the wands that are sticking out of the sides.. "Got some power here too.. now just to figure out how to use them, hopefully if we get the lift going, and figure out if we found everything we need here, we will be one step closer to rescuing the girl. " She reaches to scratch hope behind the ears, the dog butting his head up against her side.::

Mirae shyly returns Jaynna's smile, a glimmer of hope in her eyes at the healer's words. "Truly? So if someone had been dead for months, a powerful healer could still return them whole...?" She considers this information for a moment, then puts Denni off her lap and gets to her feet, brushing dust off her clothing. "In that case, more than my own future is at stake. I need to get out of here." She crosses to the lift shaft and, mindful of Sorno's warning, cautiously peeks in to see if he has made any progress - ready to pull her head back instantly should anything come crashing down...

Bulwark paused, staring at the controls for a moment, then looked to the others. "I need assistance if I am to get this Warforged moving."

His eyes fell to Mirae, but he didn't say anything. His mouth opened, but it almost seemed like he forgot her name for a moment. ". . . Madam Mirae," he started after a pause, "if you could take that lever. . ." Bulwark nodded to a lever nearby him. He looked to Ghalin, paused again, and then finally spoke. ". . . Sir Ghalin, if you could take a button. . . And finally. . . Madam Jaynna, if you could take a switch. . ." Bulwark paused once again. "You may need to be lifted onto the machine. If you require assistance in getting up, let me know."

Bulwark looked back to the controls. "It is a timed sequence. If you all are willing to help, I will count to three, at which point you will pull your lever, flip your switch, or push your button. . . That is, if you are willing to help." Bulwark's white eyes scanned the three he spoke to again.

((GM allowed me to post that. ;P The machine needs at least 3 to help him, so I just picked the first 3 to come to mind. If you decide to help out, say so in character, and I'll assume that on the count of three (That is, if everyone agrees), you all would push/pull/flip the assigned thing. Just to save the hassle of having to post a tiny little thing about "I flipped it." Then, the GM will post somethin'.))

Mirae jumps a little at Bulwark's voice, and moves away from the lift shaft as she listens to his request. She considers something for a moment, then shrugs and nods to the Warforged. "If it will help us to get out of this place, then I am willing..."

She moves over to the lever Bulwark indicated. ((Climbing up onto the machine if necessary.)) "This one? Do I pull as you say 'three', or is it 'one, two, three, pull'?" she queries, taking hold of the lever and bracing herself in case it's hard to pull. Denni gives her an odd look, then jumps onto a nearby workbench and sits to watch the proceedings with curiosity.

::Gives Hope one last pat as Bulwark speaks and nods, placing her packs beside the dog and heading ove to where Bulwark indicated. Maneuvering herself so that she can activate the proposed switch when asked. She stares curiously at the machine and its workings, but finds them as alien as a fish would find a wagon.

Though her face lights up with the excitement of the moment, her hazel eyes sparkling with green, brown and gold as she barely bounces with energy, anxious to see what happens.::

*Bulwak works the controls of the machine with practised ease, humming a pleasant tune quietly to himself. After a moment her looks to the others. "On three, as in when I say three you act."

"One," he pulls a lever. A low humming sound begins to rise from the machine.

"Two," he pushes a number of buttons in rapid sequence. A series of lightning bolts arc throughout the machine.

"Three," he pulls a final lever along with everyone else. The hum rises to whine and the lightning arcs from the machine to the form laying upon it. There is a flash of bright light and a loud bang.

When everyone's eyes stop seeing spots and their ears stop ringing, and the smoke clears from the machine, the form laying upon it shifts itself from the beir and stands, surveying the room.

Bulwark's commanding voice calls out to it, "identify yourself!"

"This unit's designation is F906 dash 01 alpha. This unit is operational."

"Awaiting instructions."

::Jaynna jumps up and down clapping, her eyes brightly sparkling with excitement. Hope glances her was to make sure nothing is wrong, a bit bemused at the enthusiastic halfling's actions.::

Bulwark salutes in return to the Warforged speaking. "I am designation A001-017. Otherwise known as Bulwark." His eyes looked to Jaynna and then to Mirae. "Madam Jaynna, and Madam Mirae, thank you for the assistance." He nodded to them, and his eyes dimmed slightly. His head stayed low for a moment, to show he was truly thankful, before his eyes lit again and he turned back to the Warforged. "Well, then, desi--"

Bulwark paused for a moment, killing his immediate train of thought, and his head tilted as he stared at the Warforged. "Your designation. . . F906 dash 01 alpha. . .?"

Bulwark paused again, and his eyes fell to the ground as his mind raced. He repeated the number, 906, in his head over and over and over until he finally shook his head. His eyes returned to 906, but there was a tension in his livewood that if it could be shown in his eyes, it would be suspicion.

"There are no designations beyond 700. 906 is an illogical number, leading me to believe you are faulty, you are trying to deceive us, or I was never told of a designation beyond it. And seeing as I am fairly confident in my own knowledge. . ." Bulwark nodded, and his voice returned to the commanding sound again, only stronger this time. "Identify yourself!"

::Jaynna nods in response to Bulwark's thank you, her eyes bright as she watches the newly animated warforged. "I was glad to be of assistance, but I just moved a lever, you did the figuring out." She cocks her head as she examines the entity that is so much different from Bulwark in size and make, then glances back sharply at Bulwark as he starts dressing down the smaller unit. Her eyes widen as he appears agitated.

Hope moves over to the small halfling, butting his head up against her side as the dog unobtrusivly puts its body between her and the growing tension in the room.::

The warforged tips his head ever so slightly to the side. "This unit is not malfunctioning. This unit has no reason for subterfuge. This unit is designated F906-01 alpha. Unit designation A001-017 should review memory banks for faults."

"This unit awaits instructions."

Bulwark stared at the new Warforged, relaxing slightly as he slipped back into his train of thought. Maybe there really WERE designations past 700-- Well, no. That wouldn't make sense. 700 was the end. He hadn't read anything about it. . . He had never been told about it. . . Why wouldn't he be told about it?

A question for a later time, he figured. He shook his head, and glanced over at the elevator. He raised his arm and pointed with one large finger towards the shaft. "We need an exit, and that is our only available exit, it seems. Though I assume you have had no prior activation, I am still willing to give directions: Fix the elevators. I do not care how you do it; shout orders at the speaking stone," he pointed back at the stone he had commanded earlier, "pull it down yourself. . . Whatever course of action suits you. We need to leave, and we need to leave quickly.

"My own designation and clearances did not seem to be enough, though my designation does not exceed 700. . ." Bulwark paused, a tiny hint of suspicion still hanging in his voice. It quickly faded when he spoke again, though: "However, perhaps you will have more luck. . .?"

Mirae coughs and splutters, backing away as the smoke clears, and stares wide-eyed at the new... creature. Calling for Denni to come out from under the workbench, she watches the interaction between Bulwark and the new being curiously.

Denni ignores her and backs further under the bench with a low growl, sensing the tension in the air as Bulwark questions the smaller forged. Mirae quietly moves to pick up her quarterstaff and positions herself with a bench between her and the new forged as she continues to watch Bulwark, her expression turning hopeful as he asks the other unit to activate the elevator.

After a moment she looks around the room again, realising that they had never tried the door at the other end of the room. Fewer tracks led to that one, but still... it might bear investigation. Leaving the two forged to deal with the elevator, she crosses to the other door and attempts to open it.



((post edited to include checking the other door))