The group found an odd man they named Mr. Burke just outside of Yellov. He was lounging about on a statue as if expecting the group, and hopped down to address them. He greeted them as if they were close friends, and warned them that they didn’t want to be here, that bad things were about to happen to this town and if they didn’t cease their meddling it was going to happen to them too. The various telepaths within the group attempted to probe the mans mind, to use their mental powers to see just what he was up to, however they had no effect. In fact every blast of psychic energy that sent at him was doubled and shot back into their own minds. The group tried to pump him for information, however he evaded all advances and just as things were about to get physical he vanished in a blink of the eye.
The group was able to recruit some pitchfork wielding porkers to follow them around. The group used the porkers to navigate the tunnel and fine Yevin, the towns leader. After running a guantlet of short answers from the porker they were able to figure out the FOCA were around, and aiding the town by providing them with basic needs and helping them organize a return to the surface. Yevin demanded that the group leaves, and they did, however they used their porker minions to guide them to the FOCA watchtower located just outside of Hiram.
The group sent the swarm of rats down into the encampment to scout, and they were able to get a basic layout of the camp and their numbers. After reporting back the group sent down a nude…. Confused human engineered. The boy was playing at having caught amnesia, and was greeted by armed guards. The guards immediately forced him to the ground and searched him, and after finding no weapons loosely interrogated him. The man kept pleading to let him stay with them, however he was turned down and directed towards Yellov.
The rat swarm scouted as a “confused” doppelganger wandered down. A naked test tube-baby man also wandered down ater the first dude with “amnesia” wandered off. He was pinned down forcefully and was MENTALLY probed. Everyone came out of hiding except for glowstick dude, who stayed up on the ridge for a long time.
The leader went to converse with the F.O.C.A. leader and our leader found out The Emporium was very rude to F.O.C.A. He came back and we went to search for an oracle of sorts.
We went to the Hiram campus and literally “ran into” the oracle who desperately wanted his “noobcraft” servers up. We called him Orson Wells and he was our Orson Wells. We gave him a large computer monitor, and he told us about the Rubik’s cube multiverse and how someone screwed it up. We found a roomful of compasses and gathered our glow stick grue lantern.
We went back to F.O.C.A. and shared our info with them and finally went to sleep as our one other test tube baby fell asleep under the stars.
We went back to the campus, everything technical was gone. We went back to the compass room and found a silver, Orion belt, compass. We looked up and found (DUM DUM DAA!!!) Mr. Burke. He was very mean to Orson (while we were gone) and floated down off the creepy rafters. He told us that he was very impatient, and walked through the male test tube baby. Told us to enjoy what time we have left and if not, he threatened us with kidnapping. We used a canoe to get up in the rafters and all the stuff fell from the ceiling that it was sticking to. We also went to the library and found some destroyed star maps.
We went back to FOCA and gave them a radio cell phone, and went in the direction of the Orion compass (points east). We travelled for a day and solved and solved and interdimensional Rubik’s cube. We went through the bog of magic mucka and found a sword spider with a pinstripe fedora.
Master Splinter tried to cause the evil spider to have an ADD attack, and our ditto dude nearly died trying to kill it with a shovel while restrained by an unknown, sticky, white fluid. The glowstick dude let the bullets fly, while only hitting with the first two bullets, the recoil messed up his aim. Also, our test tube female inspired some people, our test tube male was useless, and boomerang boy threw his propeller boomerang. We kilt it deadz.