The Herald's Laboratory

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Ask the Herald

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05-01-2012

The city-state of Zaun is by no means a very pleasant place to live, and indeed most of its inhabitants are either insane or morally challenged. On the northern outskirts of Zaun stands a mechanical bastion belonging to the Herald of Machines himself, Viktor, where he keeps the majority of his supplies, designs, and indeed works diligently on either improving his modifications or crafting entirely new ones.

Under normal circumstances, the only resident of this structure is Viktor himself, however with his permission the rare visit can be sanctioned if one has specific business with the Zaunite master of hextech and techmaturgy. Overlooking a cliff face, the fortification appears as high-tech as the one who works within its walls. Isolation was apparently the intention when the Herald settled here, though it does not inspire the same terror or discuss. It is very clean, cut, and polished.

While the outside appears rather standard for a structure of its type, the inside speaks volumes for its individuality. Some rather robotically synthesized music blares throughout the entirety of the building, which itself is tiered, with three floors all interconnected by the support hydraulics of a fully automated platform with four-way deployable steps in the center, two floors above ground and one below.


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The lower level is a forge where the various materials Viktor collects can be either melted down and remolded into parts he needs in future projects and where he can build more elaborate techmaturgical constructs. This floor is furnished with a large boiler and multiple shelves upon which sit various tools and instruments he can use in his trade.


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The ground level is rather bland, with nothing more than a few storage cubicles holding the various projects of Viktor's past which he either discontinued work on for one of a plethora of reasons or functional prototypes of potential devices which he decided not to improve upon. There are also a few filing cabinets which more than likely hold blueprints for nearly (if not utterly) every one of his inventions, and possibly concepts for even more devices. There is also a steel desk bolted to the floor where the Herald can presumably sit to write messages or draw up technical designs on parchment.


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The second level is where future anatomical upgrades and examinations can be performed. The prior bio-scanner that had been used on Pantheon is found to the right side of this floor, parallel to the operating table set up at the opposite side. The former looks just the way it had before, but the latter sports a new design including a central pole as a base connected to the underside of the steel table by a mechanism enabling a vertical tilt in one direction (parallel to the ground to lay the subject down and perpendicular to return their gravitational balance). Also found here, but to the far side opposite the entrance below, are the two suspension pods in opposing corners and a trio of armoires lined along the same wall holding various enhancement parts.

The doors are reinforced twice over, and the security system improved. A visitor will be asked by a synthetic voice to state the nature of their business and will, based on a sorting and grading algorithm programmed into the system by Viktor based on his preferences, either be accepted inside the automatic-opening doors or, after a warning ten seconds prior, blasted by a wall mounted turret and transported to a random location.

Employment

The Herald is now accepting acolytes, who are to be christened as "Initiated" to the Glorious Evolution. These are individuals who have chosen to join the Glorious Evolution, relinquishing their inferior flesh for superior hextech augmentations. So henceforth, visitors to the Herald's Laboratory may encounter these rather insignificant NPC's who should be capable of helping any who may be seeking hextech or upgrades, provided the "Initiates" possess the knowledge to do so.

There are currently 12 acolytes under Viktor's employ:

Chief Acolyte: Asimov Imperas
Prosthetic Acolyte: William "Bill" Dexter
Unnamed 2
Unnamed 3
Unnamed 4
Unnamed 5
Warrior Acolyte: Aco VI EVO
Unnamed 7
Unnamed 8
Unnamed 9
Unnamed 10
Unnamed 11
Unnamed 12


{{ Feel free to name those without one as you see fit. }}

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CURRENT PROJECTS (Updated as issued)

- Modifications for The Honorable General - COMPLETED

- Cannon upgrade for Veigar - COMPLETED

- Replacement wings for Morgana - COMPLETED

- Destiny upgrade for Graves - COMPLETED

- MK II Cloaking device for Fizz - COMPLETED

- Replacement ear for Omicron - COMPLETED

- Anti-fabric spheres for Wukong - COMPLETED

- Relic restoration for Garic - COMPLETED

- Updated wing set for Morgana - COMPLETED

- Communications equipment for Dojel - COMPLETED

- Bionic Exo-suit for Fizz - COMPLETED

- Evolutionary augmentation for Kiang Li - COMPLETED

- New Life Project with Dr. Mundo - COMPLETED

- Upgrade for Orianna - COMPLETED

- Battlesuit for Draven - COMPLETED

- Lunar Cannon for Veigar/Duncan - COMPLETED

- Augmentations for Arrakasta - COMPLETED

- Upgrades for Xenos - COMPLETED

- Cannons for Gangplank - COMPLETED

- Evolutionary augmentation for Omi - CANCELLED

- Animatronic Champion Figurines (Draven*, Galio*, Anivia*, Orianna*, Teemo*, Twisted Fate*, Riven*, Nidalee*, Caitlyn, Pantheon*) - CANCELLED

- Secret Project for Grand General Swain - PENDING


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05-01-2012

{ OOC: I just decided I'd make this thread for myself and others to RP in. I know there was a workshop made by my predecessor, but I found it to not be suitable for the GLORIOUS Herald of Mechanical perfection. So here's his laboratory, which is larger and more accommodating. }


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HonorableGeneral

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05-01-2012

Summoner Pack, otherwise known rather affectionately as "The Honorable General" groaned as he got out of bed, his joints cracking. He didn't look a day over 20 - but he sure did feel it.

Looking into the mirror, he frowned at his unkempt appearance - not befitting of a man who was supposed to be getting his legs back. Shifting over on his bed, he pulled himself up onto his wheelchair and began his daily grooming routine - of which I'll spare the reader the details.

After getting his robes on and finishing breakfast, he wheeled himself over to the package office of the Institute, a large box having been delivered to him. Smiling, he had a few junior summoners help him carry the crate over to his abode, where he thanked them for their help and proceeded to unveil the transporter in private.

He wheeled himself in, finding the inside to be smooth, with no mechanisms to be touched or fiddled with. Rather confused, he merely closed the door before feeling a strange sensation - not that of magical teleportation, but of rather magical suction. His hair stood up as he was sucked into the top of the machine, worrying that perhaps he wouldn't be spit out with his wheelchair - or worse, that he wouldn't come out in one piece.


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05-01-2012

The experience for Summoner Pack, AKA "The Honorable General", as he was devoured by the device in question - it was a small trinket, about the size of a pendant, though its deceptive appearance was not to be taken likely - was actually painless. For it was a powerful techmaturgical device that was capable of transporting any individual of any size to its previously programmed destination. The summoner would soon find himself before the doorstep of the Machine Herald's glorious laboratory, the industrial music from within muffled only by a set of thick steel double doors.

Deep within, the Herald himself was at rest. With no current projects, and not quite yet ready to continue in his modifications, Viktor merely sat upon one of the surgical tables with a parchment in his hand, one of a series of research diaries that he himself had written during the development of the project that would eventually result in Blitzrank's creation.

"Stolen. By that deplorable man I once called Professor." he muttered in his robotic tone.


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HonorableGeneral

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05-01-2012

Pack blinked open his eyes slowly, noting that he was still in one piece - wheelchair and all. Rolling himself up to the door of the rather plain warehouse - though, with Viktor, he expected that the inside would probably look rather shocking and strange - and knocked gently.

He shifted his feeble legs a bit and thought about the good old days. His namesake - where he got it from. The old general had been a mercenary captain back when his legs were good - a good 5 or 6 years ago. Had a penchant for clean fighting - something his fellow mercenaries always thought was rather stupid, but they never questioned him when he was giving orders.

Then it all changed. The target was simple - a little laboratory inside Noxus' borders.

But nothing's ever really that simple, is it?

His men were gassed - by Singed, he guessed, but he couldn't prove it - and he was the only one to escape alive. Alive, that is, but with a price. His legs were crippled by a nerve gas he inhaled when he kicked down the door of the compound, although he was (rather cowardly) the first man to scurry away. But hey, he was alive, and that was what counted.

The poison had really done a number on his legs - once strong and sturdy, they were now withered and looked like an old man's - and his nervous system was giving way as well. The summoner guild's caretakers gave him at most another year or so before his organs started shutting down from nervous system failure.

So if anyone could fix him, he'd bet on the Machine Herald. So his methods were a little... unorthodox... So was Pack's problem.


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05-01-2012

Even over the sound of the music that he seemed keen to, Viktor heard the loud knocking at the double doors that separated him from the discord of his native homeland. Knowing full well who would dare to make a house call to his genius, he merely stood and briskly walked over to the threshold. To his left side, on the wall, was a console with several buttons. He pressed a few of them in sequence, which caused the enormous steel doors to slide slowly outward, revealing the crippled form of his first customer.

Now, he didn't necessarily need to charge for his services if they were required outside of League sanctioned matches, as he was fully covered expenses for his research as per his contract with them. However, it never hurt to have a little extra money for personal ventures.

"Ah. You are the one known as The Honorable General, no? Welcome to my laboratory. I rarely have visitors here, as it is all the way out in my native Zaun. But you do not wish to learn the culture, I understand. Please, come this way."

And without even the slightest gesture he turned on his heels and strolled back to the center of his sanctum, stopping before one of the surgical tables to turn back to his current prospect.


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05-02-2012

{{ Just realized that this thread won't be too busy if there are so few people who've been granted access....But then again, Viktor's a rather private individual. So, his ways require that one be invited to his personal sanctum of mechanical perfection.... Oh well, bumping anyway. }}


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AskPantheon

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05-02-2012

Pantheon teleports in, and as he does so he immediately checks to make sure that all his body parts are present.


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05-02-2012

Pantheon will find himself completely in one piece, though perhaps a very tad disoriented, but he will also notice that before him stands the fortress that Viktor calls his laboratory. Which is open, such that he can see the Herald inside with another person - a summoner in a wheelchair. Viktor notices Pantheon at his doorstep and waves him inside.

"No need to fear. I have not seen anything subdue you for very long, and the only traps I have installed will not react to instantaneous spacial displacement caused by one of my inventions." he said to the Artisan of War, his voice audible even over the blaring music.


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AskPantheon

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05-02-2012

Pantheon uneasily walks toward Viktor

"Let us just get this over with."