KALAT

Burning Spire

Malcortrax runs.

S1 False Start

? Who, what, where, why?
-> Ferocious/Expected, Waste/Adversity, Colorless/Delightful, Relinquish/Extravagance
=> Macortrax, in an angry mood, is fighting scavs, at a field with spires that swallow color, to steal a color-stealing gem from one of the spires. 

? Interrupt Scene
-> NPC Action -> My old mentor -> Move/Normal
=> A shard of my old mentor's identity has been uploaded to the cloud. (Likely not relevant now)

? Noxian Exploration
gen: Partly cloudy, Ancient Debris, Running across a rotting bridge, Falling debris, battling Demon-Touched

If there’s anything to be avoided in this world, it’s being unprepared. Malcortrax nearly slips. She, at the razor’s edge of death, peeks over the huge boulder. Thick, grey clouds conceal the setting sun, whose rays are of no assistance when Mal tries to spot the two remaining foes.

Demon-Touched, they are called. Many a silicon priest can be heard praying over the masses, telling of how they are to be avoided at any cost. With her hand on her lazerwhip, and the other on her last-ditch-break-glass-in-case-of-emergency fireball resonance stone, she kneels at the ready. At first sight of these two guys, she’ll probably launch the thing at them.

? Initiative
d: 3 -> Enemies first

Chatter. “Get the lady, get the stone, get home! That’s all we have to do!” Raised voices, coming from the metallic humans. Can they be called human anymore, with half the flesh on their bodies replaced with shining, reflective, metallic instruments?

Mal doesn’t quite see them, but they surely see her, barely peeking over the boulder. Her loud grunt gives her away.

Running up, the two creatures make an attack.

? Action
d: 3 -> Furnace Breath
d: 6 < 12 -> F
d: 4 DMG
(HP 6 -> 5)
d: 1 -> Fumble -> 2 DMG
(HP 5 -> 3)

Gaping, metallic maws. Fire already escaping their morphing hands and jaws, the two run over the hill and boulder, screaming. “Give us the stone, now!” — the other, “This didn’t have to happen, lady!”

Hurting badly. Fire scorches her leather armor. She wasn’t prepared. He always said that she was never prepared.

She stands up, brandishing her resonance stone. Fire still torches her, as she speaks. “Fye, gentlemen! A fireball I bear — give up now, or all three of us to hell we fare!”

@ Intimidate the constructs to giving up. 
d: 2 < 12 -> F
? Do the Demon-touched keep fighting?
-> Yes

A smirk goes over their faces. “Hell no! Give us the stone!”

The stone glows deep orange. Mal says under her breath, “Alright … Here’s goes nothing.”

@ Use the fireball. 
d: 12 <= 12 -> S
-> 3 targets, 2 DMG, and Burning

Sprinting as far as she can, getting onto the bridge, her neurons and synapses fire. Burning bright, a massive orange orb unleashes forth from her orb, pointed at the two enemies. They dodge clear of the fireball, which passes overhead them. Their chase is uninhibited.

The creaking bridge sways beneath the weight of her. As the two Demon–Touched follow, it bellows further. Precariously, the three begin to cross above a seemingly unending chasm.

@ Cross the bridge (Demon—Touched)
d: 2, 17 -> 1 F, 1 S
=> One of them falls off. 
d: 9 < 7 (Morale) => Chase continues.

Rotted by the march of time, the wood cracks beneath the metallic weight of the marching Demon–Touched. As the other fails to grab their arm in time, it starkly falls into the abyss. “No!” the other calls out.

Eyes trained on Mal, the other being continues its chase.

@ Furnace Breath
d: 13 < 12 -> S

The fire escapes its appendages once more. It catches on to the weak wood of the bridge. The fire crackles beneath them, while the two sprint over its moulded and overgrown build.

@ Try not to fall off (Malcortrax). 
d: 8 <= 12 -> F

Caught in between the cracks, Mal’s ankle is unable to move and she is held in between the wooden planks.

The other Demon–Touched meets a similar fate to their ally. The wood, flaming now, swiftly reaching Mal, destroys the bridge. It starts to fall, and the Demon–Touched falls deep into the chasm.

The bridge, split in two, causes the lone hero to fall, unable to slip her foot free of the planks. She keeps falling. Visions of metal arrive — the Demon–Touched. She feels them impaled, and they, too, see visions — her own, her mentor, the truth.

The truth which won’t be unveiled.

A 8’ spire pierces forth from the recesses of the chasm, through her gut. Malcortrax burns on the spire.

Reflections

... DEADLY! Love Mork Börg — but perhaps I could've situated Mal's scenario better and explored more. OH WELL!

Machine Gods of the Noxian Expanse Kickstarter

Check out this new project wherein the author, Alex T., of many infamous solo published projects, reprints Machine Gods to use Börg rules! This makes it compatible with the other Börg products, check it out! I'll definitely be trying again with another character in this system, hopefully with a more relaxed, exploration focused start, so as to not die straight away HAHA!

Thanks, as always, for reading! Always open to feedback and suggestions!