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During the half-minute you spend re-solidifying, the soldiers unleash a torrent of missiles at you - which proves to be almost completely ineffective. The sound is almost deafening in this enclosed space, and the projectiles ricochet around the interior of wagon, destroying portions of what appears to be the controls. When the assault ceases, you're fully solid again, and aside from a few almost-unnoticeable scratches, uninjured. Silence and Mule immediately lash out at the closest enemy, leaving him dead - much to the terror of his Dirtling comrade. Amid frantic shouting, you make out something about <"a giant cat">, a <"demon horse">, and <"dwarves like in the children's stories"> - in addition to what you assume is profanity.
The explosive attacks from outside have ceased since you entered the wagon, as the Dirtlings seem unwilling to fire at their comrades. Plus, they can't see inside the wagon, so it's highly doubtful they have any idea what's happening inside.
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Percy finally solidifies and starts to cackle maniacally. One quick spell later and all the electricity around flows to her. It swirls into her hand and forms a twin-headed flail, the favored weapon of her god. An instant later and she practically disappears from sight as Abrasax shrinks them both down to the size of insects.
Hobbes will materialize on the Top Deck as he fires his bow at the lone soldier.
Hila joins the middle deck as it has the most room. Her jaws snap at one of them.
Already in motion, Sigrun draws her newest sword, the blade bursting into brilliant flames as she tears into the closest soldier.
Neverhome moves up alongside Sigrun to attacks the armed .
As more soldiers fall, your remaining opponents grow more and more panicked - especially when the 'red-head leprechaun' and the 'plant thing' apparently vanish from sight. Now that you're solid again, you can actually feel the impacts of the Dirtlings' strange wand projectiles, but they're still not particularly strong. Of course, a massed-fire situation (like you'd stumbled into outside) promises to be a different story entirely.
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Percy charges the wounded dirt sucker!
Hila snaps her jaws at the injured soldier.
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As the little projectiles slam into her, one ricocheted off with as much effect as a swatted fly, the other falling to the ground leaving nothing more than a slight stinging sensation and a red Mark on her alabaster skin. Grinning at the look of shock on the faces of their enemies, Sigrun cuts loose, her flaming blade illuminating the walls as the sizzle of fire meeting blood fills the enclosed space.
Neverhome keeps hacking as he's stung.
You finish cutting down the soldiers in a matter of moments. The area falls silent, air full of smoke . Judging by the calls of the people outside, they're not sure what just happened.
Loot
Oddly-shaped wand x10
Small metal projectiles x100
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Percy looks around at the groups handiwork and immediately stats casting a cleaning spell everywhere. It'll take a while to clean up. Neverhome and Sigrun have never been to careful with their spatter. So, who thinks they can figure those big wands out?
Hobbes takes a look at them. "They got triggers like crossbows and that's where it ends. I got no idea."
One of the bastards had managed to get a perfect shot off with their weird wands, hitting Sigrun dead in the stomach. As she painfully digs the projectile out of a layer of muscle, the flame haired barbarian growls through the pain. "Whatever they are, if you get lucky, they hurt like hell."
"Loud too." Neverhome grumbles while differing levels of ringing were echoing in his ears. Turning to Sigrun he looks at her stomach with concern, her flesh was stronger than his after all. "How bad?" The anger in his blood had made him push his own pain aside so now it was all muddled in his body.
"Not terrible, more annoying than anything." She replies, putting him at ease. "If I get mad enough it'll probably heal up at some point later."
Neverhome's lip form a smile around a silent sigh. "Da. Your strong flesh is wonderful and without peer."
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Percy tries to discover how to get this thing moving and shooting and generally scaring the baba yaga out of the dirt suckers. Not necessarily in that order.
Even the controls remain a complete mystery, it soon becomes clear that the metal wagon is hopelessly mired in the mud. While an impressive bit of technology, the creator appears to have made it too heavy for the terrain here.
Percy curses. Stupid dirt suckers. The gods invented magic for a reason. Now, let's see about these big wands...
Metal Wagon Weapons
Giant explosive wand: 8d6 damage + PBS/Deadly Aim/etc
Rapid-firing wand: x3 2d8 damage + PBS/Deadly Aim/etc; can use Rapid Shot
Abrasax dismisses her shrinking effect and Percy grabs ahold of one of the rapid firing wands.
This is going to be fun!
She pulls the trigger and the weapon bounces around like a stressed out rabbit on speed. Percy is wholly unprepared and her first few shots wouldn't have hit the broad side of a barn.
Hobbes takes one of the other wands and starts firing.
[dice, PBS, Deadly, Favored]2d8 + 1 + 8 + 2[/dice]
Abrasax wanders over to the big gun. I wonder how this works...
Moving over to the large not-crossbows or wands along with the others Neverhome takes hold of the part that is familiar to him and tries to take aim.
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" SO LOUD WHATS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE!"
He called out trying to cover his ears with his paws while the others caused havok with the devices...
"DA." Neverhome responds after he makes out the word "loud", he felt like his ears were about to bleed.
You hear screams outside as Neverhome wrestles his wand into submission and launches a barrage of missiles into the middle of a mass of Dirtling soldiers. They're quick to recover, though, and moments later, your wagon begins to shake violently under a massive fusillade of projectiles intermixed with explosions. If you had been exposed, this attack would likely have left all of you close to death, but protected by the wagon's thick metal plating, you're left completely untouched. However, if the volume of fire is any indication, it's only a matter of time before your foes break through - and since the mud has left the wagon immobilized, you're an easy target.
Hobbes continues firing the wand.
With little else in the way of options, Sigrun picks up one of the odd projectile weapons, attempting to fire it the way she would a crossbow, and finding herself completely unprepared for it's chaotic bucking.
Neverhome kept firing, though the constant loud noises and kick of the weapon was starting to take it’s toll.
The rapid gun is too much for Percy, so she goes over to Abrasax and helps with the big gun.
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This gun doesn't jar or wiggle when you fire it, so Percy takes her time and fires when ready. The gun goes off with a tremendous THUMP that echoes through the bones of the vehicle. Percy cackles.
Hobbes keeps firing!
Cursing as she drops the malfunctioning weapon, Sigrun grabs up another from among the dead soldiers and tries again.