Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-29435884-20170620093406

You are a looter, Not the best title for your trade but it is what it is. In any case you make a living by breaking into the ruins and tombs that litter the older parts of the world and help yourself to the artifacts of the past.

Fortunes can be made in this industry, men made barons overnight on the back of that one perfect find. However these lofty heights always seem to pass you by. For every old-order relic or weapon crafted by some long dead demon lord that your rivals unearth you find worthless trinkets. Scrap and petty baubles are your bread and butter, chicken scratch compared to the vast wealth scored by your more lucky fellows.

That changes today however. At last you've made your lucky break, an untouched vault secured behind a solid metal door. You stumbled upon this potential treasure trove whilst on an expedition organised by a rather shady 'prospecters guild.' The terms were simple, 'what you find is yours to keep, so long as the guild get their cut.' Other expedition members will not hesitate to claim-jump your find or even take you out of the picture entirely if it means a bigger payout for themselves, you need to work quickly.

You place a magitek charge on the locking mechanism of the door, and after taking cover, blow the ancient vault wide open. An archaeologist would be brought to tears by the damage to a priceless and master crafted relic you just committed, but to an opportunist like you its simple time saving. As you walk into the vault you realise you've just hit the big time. It's an armoury, ancient weapons line every wall. Despite the obvious age of these artifacts they are so sophisticted and advanced that even the Order's finest gear look like toys in comparison.

Before you can begin taking the choiciest cuts of your newfound wealth, you are distracted by a faint whirring sound from the pile of rubble that used to be the door. A voice, expressionless and mechanical begins to sound from the heaped scrap, "Major repairs needed. unit integrity is compromised." The heap shifts and a figure attempts to stand from it before collapsing to it's knees.

It appears to be some form of golem, mechanical limbs and clockwork combined with living metallic flesh. The golem-creature is in poor shape, deep rents in the human torso leak ichor and the limbs are mangled. As you take this in, yelling in the distance lets you know your 'comrades' are on their way. They must have heard the explosion, you're out of time. The other scavangers are likely to scrap the crippled automaton despite her sentience and steal your prizes out from under you. Violence is likely should you resist, at best you have time to snatch and grab some loot before they arrive. How do you proceed? 