Aeron recoils at the sudden blast of energy but steels herself against the dark force washing over them. Her arm lowers from her turned position onto the others as she notices Valtyra taking the brunt of the attack. Her eyes go wide as she watched the burst nearly drop Val. Rushing over, she scrambles to try and find the wand she gave her, just then recalling the reserve of energy within. She focuses on Serenrae,s blessing and lays her palm on Val's scorched forehead.
Yvell shuffles a bit and grits his teeth at the blast. He goes to Valtyra as well while checking the remaining party. " Valtyra are you well.. how about anyone else? "
That wasn't too bad. So, that's Hellion....very intriguing. Should we proceed?
"Nah, if they're digging in, we should go in with full resources. I was just hoping to get one of them to come out and fight and die."
Yvell sighed " In that case my earlier assessment was correct. Considering the enemy was able to harm use before we even entered the complex it is safe to assume this Hellion and whoever serves him.. shall be far worse. "
Aeron turns scathingly toward the now blacked out screen. A tumult of indescribable emotions roiled within her. This thing. This Hellion... had the gall to harm her friends. He had the nerve to proclaim itself a god then strike out at them. An odd noise emitted from deep in her chest then. It seemed to be a metallic groaning that mimicked a growl. Under her breath she spoke softly to herself more than anyone else.
I swear to you Hellion. One day, I will deflate your overgrown ego and help you to the next life as I shove Oblivion down your throat.
A growing humming then begin to sound from her weapon as if reacting directly to her words. Oblivion was reveling in Aeron's reactions. The sentient sword was almost feeding on the surge of anger welling inside it's wielder. To those that had been around her for an extended period of time, they could see the new found changes in the small android. A far more animated and wildly emotional creature. And those changes seemed to be reflected within Oblivion. Upon close inspection, scrawls and runes could be seen having appeared over time, it's edge growing sharper, it's hilt becoming more ornate.
Aeron's breathing finally began to slow as she peered around, the logic in her mind, once again, bringing her back down to reality. Things had to be done now. The group had to be taken care of. Aeron went about preparing for their departure. She asked for the wand of healing and begins to ask the others if they need healing before their return to the "strong hold" for rest.
Muga looks aside at Aeron, before shaking his head as he wanders away to rest.
You return to your stronghold, recovering from the day's events. All that's left to do now is to head into the Lord of Rust's base and defeat the mysterious figure known as Hellion.
When you are ready, you return to the arena and the black screen. There are a pair of identical stairs leading down.
Uriah studies the items once again, and attempts to use his Psychometry to identify the strange technological artifacts and the potions retrieved from the Scrapmaster's Arena.
a timeworn bright red plastic cylinder (6 inches by 2 feet)(3 charges)
a timeworn 2 foot long egg-shaped device
a tight form fitting suit of reflective material with a red stripe
a strange gun colored yellow with a small dish at the tip (9 charges)
Yvell takes the time to study the possible successful ways to enter the establishment. He settles on the one with the least amount of danger overall... somewhat swayed by Valtyra.
He found Aeron's outburst... enlightening, and desired to speak with the Android when.. she was calmed down.
After relaying the overall plan to the rest of the group as they stand in front of the doors he motions they stick together.. his body somehow felt better this day but the warning Valtyra gave him still rung true. That.. and his face hand the lingering sensation of the slap.
" Stick close, I may be able to strengthen our ability against any pitfalls or issues. We are going into the den of the Lion... expect the worst. Everyone lets go. Aeron.. your threat against Hellion will be true this day "
Yvell leads the party down the.. rightmost or northmost stairs.
Aeron nods to Yvell acknowledging his proclamation of the previous days promise. The night before had been wrought with plan after plan of how to deal with the hellion creature to no avail. The lack of knowledge was eating away at her more than she would like to admit. This nigt she had not even peered at the necromancer's tomb, focusing on her own repetuar of spells to see her and her allies through this ordeal. As thet began to depart, she took one more look over the group with a set in her jaw. She had to protect them. No matter the cost.
This large room is lit by tracks of glowing panels of light set in the ceiling, ten feet above. To the west, the room ends in a ragged wall of rubble, rock, and twisted metal, while to the East, a ten foot-diameter circular platform sits on the ground before a pair of large doors. Rectangular panels of glass adorn the large doors between crude paintings of a mechanical talon.
There are several half orcs with spiked gauntlets. One of them speaks.
"You dare defy our Lord, Hellion? Then you will pay for your blasphemy!"
1. Everyone
2. Enemies
"Let's hope you're good enough to live up to that claim. I'd hate for this to be boring.."
Yvell smirks as he roars out a howl, a righteous anger overcoming him and bolstering his form.
" Just like Meyanda you all will fail just the same! take out the ones at our back then ready to move forward! " Yvell motions to the two near Phylla, Uriah and Valtyra
Uriah uses Aeron's wand to cast Mage Armor on himself and Aeron.
Uriah walks down the stairs holding the Grenade Launcher at the ready..once the Orcs declare their love for Hellion and their intentions he fires for effect!
Fire in the hole!
Mage Armor 1 Hour, AC is 16
Muga slashes through the enemy to the rear. Blood spills onto her chain shirt and she falls to the ground.
A zero grenade explodes from Uriah's launcher, spreading shards of ice in a circle from the impact.
Seeing that muga had things well in hand feom the rear and the enemies ahead were hurt from the grande, aeron advanced east stricking at the enemy before her.
"Welp, these guys are a little fun to cut down, but nothing special." Muga banters recklessly, not seeming to guard himself or pay attention to the nearby opponent, admiring his cut.
"So, Aeron, what would you say is your favorite location to target on the body?"
Val casts a spell at the orc near her.
" You can speak AFTER they retaliate, Muga... We havent seen what they can do yet. " Yvell gritting his teeth as his fortitude and strength rises.
The (green) half-orc stops moving, frozen staring at Valtyra.
Aeron slashes and brings down the acoltye.
Phylla moves in and gives a few slaps to the paralyzed orc. She whacks at the armor, confused why her hits don't penetrate the armor of the acolyte.
The acoltyes move in close and send out waves of negative energy. Nalakai, the leader of the acolytes, does the same. Three of the acolyte's drop to the ground after the explosions.
Acoltye (11, Green), Nalakai (20).
Yvell weathers the explosions of negative energy.
Yvell doesnt seem much phased by the onslaught but pushes through and around cutting at the orc from behind.
"Now that they've all committed suicide when they saw us coming, may I talk?"
Val takes a firm grip on her mace and attempts to cave in the head of the orc next to her.
Uriah weathers the storm of channeled negative energy.
Uriah steps away from the orc and draws his Wand of Ray of Exhaustion.
He hurls a ray of necromantic energy at the Orcish Leader
Mage Armor 1 Hour, AC is 16
HP 18/28
Aeron staggers a bit from the onslaught, her gaze snapping up to the two still standing with a mystified expression. To throw their lives away without so much as a bat of their fanatical eye. These acolytes were not to be trifled with.
The party finishes up the remaining enemies, slashing and striking the helpless half-orc and the leader of the acolytes.
"Hellion will punish you..." the half orc leader murmurs.
Yvell pulls his blade from the leader and gives an appreciative nod to the fallen enemy. He allowed his rage to end. " Their faith was commendable.. even in the end. I cannot disrespect such zeal. It is a cruel fate they fought us, sadly on the weaker side. Search the bodies for anything important and lets push on.. We don't want Hellion to have any room to regroup "
Yvell goes through the activity of.. looting.
Once finished he passes whatever needs to be identified to the appropiate recipient if it is out of his capabilities. And then points to the doors, " From our earlier experience in the ruins beneath Torch, the Double doors tend to lead to our target.. however making sure no enemies attack at our back might be prudent, let alone possibly gathering weaponry against Hellion. Lets try the North and South Doors before we move through the East doors. "
"Mmm... Yup yup.. Seems they sacrificed all these lives to make a trap slightly less effective than the screen up above."
Uriah busies himself loading the grenade launcher with the gas grenades.
6 chain shirts
6 light steel shields
6 spiked gauntlets
120 silver disks
scroll with a black half sunburst
gray access card
+1 spiked gauntlet
heavy steel shield
unholy symbol shaped like a metal hand grasping the sky
Yvell opens the northern door, then the southern door.
Northern room:
The eastern portion of this room is a shambles of twisted metal and debris, leaving the western portion to serve as a combination bedroom and personal shrine.
Southern Room:
The walls of this room are decorated with images of mechanical claws reaching toward the sky. Several simple bedrolls, eight in all, lie on the floor here.