The first azer is cut down as it charges towards the party by Muga's blade. The rest of the enemies charge forwards as well, but only the riot suppressors are able to close the distance. The three robots swing their glowing warhammers at Yvell and Muga.
Grammanar, now able to shoot into melee with impunity, draws one of the lightning pistols and levels a careful shot at a riot suppressor robot.
Yvell cursed as the blows hit home quite easily. Two of these had been annoying then they would not stop now. The other creatures were new and he searched his mind for what he might know.
Taking his blade he metal teeth struck against metal, Yvell tried to cut the robots down. He targets the one directly in front of him that barreled forth.
Muga focuses his attacks onto Yvell's target unless Yvell successfully took him down before he got a chance.
Thinking fast, Grammanar taps the gun against his knee, and its lights flash, returning the circuitry to normal.
Val channels to heal deselecting the enemies.
"You know, this fight'd be like twice as hard if ghosty showed up and cast haste on all the enemies. I wonder why he doesn't? Maybe Haste is in his barred school."
" Even then he would have to expose himself and be targeted. The only way he could do any such would have to be either in advance or from a different direction as we have expended resources and attention. I also doubt he has recovered much. "
Yvell slices through important wires and servos in the robot's chest, and it seems to freeze in place. His next attacks strike the suppressor's shield before he drops it.
Muga pounces on the stunned robot, knocking it repeatedly with his weapon and tearing it apart.
"Haha, they've got nothing. You can take everything they dish out, we can cut through anything with haste, and Valtyra makes us all immortal! GET BETTER SERVANTS NEXTTIME, GHOSTWIZARD!"
Phylla muses in your minds, "should I bless you with nobility, or maybe save my spells for when you fight something threatening." She wiggles her tendrils as though in a cheer, and rests against the wall.
The azers move closer, side by side with the robotic forces, and strike out with their hammers.
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Muga weathers the blows with his traditional style of "stand there and take it." "Heh, there you go, not bad... I'm still better though."
After sending the Suppressor reeling with a single stroke*, Muga sweeps his blade to the side to end the Azer.
Presuming his strike finishes off the Azer in a single blow, Muga refocused on the robot, otherwise continuing to strike at the Azer.
Grammanar again fires a lightning pistol at the remaining robots.
"Careful, Muga. That's a huge, well-made engine you're talking about. They fall easy, but strike hard."
Taking a minor blow from the enemy this time Yvell shifts his armor to weather the attacks then strikes out. " Azers, Those of flame and clearly wok the forge. They have such amateurish swings, why not know when to quit? "
He lays into the construct watching as another of the Azer's drop from Muga's Assault.
Perdix will try his new spell Rebuke Technology on one of the robots. DC 20 fort save or be inert for 8 rounds.
Muga slices through the robot's important servos causing it to freeze in place for a moment. His blade cuts through the azer, killing him instantly.
Grammanar's pistol electrocutes the second robot, causing it to shake and to nearly drop its shield. It freezes in place head sunk as Perdix' magic takes hold and immobilizes it.
Yvell slashes through the first stunned robot and knocks it down.
The remaining azer holds up his hands. His hammer clangs to the ground. "No, please wait. We were enslaved by this mad wizard and his constructs. They beat us when we disobeyed, nearly snuffing out our flames. I surrender. Don't kill me..."
After taking a moment to slice and dice the robot, Muga rests his blade on his shoulder, "I don't mind, you guys aren't particularly threatening, so I don't care about the possibility of betrayal. And you aren't all that fun to cut, though the sparkly lights are entertaining. So go ahead an listen to their inevitable requests for information before running away."
Yvell notes the surrender of the Azer and nods, " Though my compatriot here seems out for blood he notes you are not a threat and thus we have no need to seek unnecessary bloodshed. On the contrary, we are here to rid this place of its evil. "
Yvell goes over to the two other Azer that have fallen to check their status, stabilizing them with a touch of his Lay on Hands if needed.
" Now, tell us why they had forced you here, what is it that Furkas wanted from you? What do you know ?"
"Yeah... we'd appreciate anything you could tell us about the wizard's defenses, and his tower."
The azer, surprised that you would help him and heal his friends, offers a soft smile. "The smoke wizard Furkas made us create the precise components he needed in his guardians. We had thought that with his passing we might gain freedom, but as a ghost he pushed us harder. Now that you've killed these robots, we can escape this tower."
As the two other azers recover, the azer Bevsa continues. "There are many traps in this tower, as you might have seen. The lord is a believer of some malicious god of accidents. There are also strange abominations of magic and construct that protect this place."
One of the azers adds, "Yeah, it was much better when this place was alive. We didn't just have to make these stupid parts--we could make weapons and armor. We've wanted to leave for awhile now, since all we make are the same exact components for those mage-robots."
The azers patiently wait, glancing at the downward staircase.
"Can you tell me about these components? They sound fascinating. " as he pulls out a notebook and starts to scribble down writing.
He is, of course, completely oblivious to their apparent desire to leave.
"Or, anything about the traps and abominations? Location? Weaknesses?"
Yvell nods understandingly. " I am sorry you had to suffer such misgivings. I would not wish to delay you any further but would ask if possible you fulfill my friends' requests. Personally I'd like to know if there were any weapons or armor you might have worked on in secret or what type of armaments you had worked in the past. After that I will gladly escort you to safety. Though we have cleared it of many dangers Furkas seems to travel around and it would be most unfortunate if you were attacked. "
"We have been forced to stay at this forge and don't know much else about the traps, or what happens higher up or in the dungeons. We know those robot mages are able to control force and lightning, but they also have a handful of other spells at their disposal. We only made the components-he had other wizards assembling them."
"We appreciate your assistance, but I think we can make it out on our own. We've never seen the wizard but for a few times, and I doubt that he cares about us."
the azers thank you again, and make their way down the tower.
Perdix jots down a couple notes, and nods when they leave. "Hmm, apparently not really well informed about this technology business. "
"I'm a bit worried about the plurals in relation to wizards."
Yvell, seeing they are satisfied with going alone and thanking them for their information allows them to leave. " It seems that this Furkas is much worse than I thought not only employing binding but slavery. I agree with Muga, the sound of more than one wizard is upsetting, especially ones that are constructs. Such a thing would be normally unheard of. If they are anything like their master, this will be an issue. Regardless, let us examine the room and ascend. "
Yvell motions around the room being particular around the forges. When he was done he would do so as they traveled above. The Azers' warning of traps reminding him of his previous experience in this tower.
This open space spans the diameter of the tower and, in the southern portion of the room, opens to a room above. The air is stifling due to the operation of three massive forges that burn and vent into the cluster of exposed pipes running through the center of the tower. A tangle of conduits from the southeast cuts through the room to join this cluster, forming a wall of pipes and thick wires.
Climbing up you find a small atrium and enter the southern door to a small closet.
This closet contains four tower shields, four masterwork longswords, six nets,four masterwork heavy crossbows, 200 normal bolts, 20 silver bolts, 40 cold iron bolts, five screaming bolts, and 10 +2 human-bane bolts.
"Heh, someone liked crossbows. Surprised they're not all guns and special bullets."
Yvell looks over the equipment with a keen eye, " No, more than likely this was men for an untrained defense force or guards. Likely before Furkas was turned into a ghost. Even before that when he did not have those constructs to help or heaped the tower with traps. That reminds me, god of traps? That seems too close to Zyphus, We- " Pointing to Valtyra and Phylla, " -have seen it before. In the Divinity, when were tried to rekindle the torch of Torch. His taint seems to be everywhere. "
Yvell contemplates as he gathers the equipment. " At this point they may very well be connected, let us continue. I'll proceed as usual. "
Yvell turned to the east door and opened it looking inside.
Raw iron, spools of wire, and sturdy jars filled with colorful liquids line the north and east walls of this large room. A balcony crosses the room from northwest to southeast, looking over a sweltering workshop. A large iron-and-mithral swivel crane perches at the edge of the balcony, its boom long enough to reach the stores and lower them down into the foundry below.
Yvell looks in awe at the strange contraption that appeared some assisted pulley system. While Furkas was evil he was by no means stupid, and Yvell had grown to respect that facet though likely this was in life rather than the man's undead form. Looking towards the northern door, Yvell checks it before opening, to continue their search.
As Yvell and the party move into the room, the strange contraption starts to move on its own. It swings its upper bar at the party.
1. Perdix, Grammanar, Muga
2. Enemy
3. Yvell, Valtyra, Phylla
Haste it is.
"Hmmm..." Muga glances at himself, still a bit bruised and battered from the last combat.
"Eh, the worst that can happen is getting embarrassingly clotheslined into unconsciousness followed by inglorious death. Right then!"
Muga moves forward and attacks.
Grammanar takes the time, this time, to unfold and brace his double hackbut.
Muga slashes at the construct (construction construct?) and feels his blade hit strong resistance from its frame. It seems to made with a large amount of plating.
The crane swings its upper part and nearly strikes Muga, but misses due to his preternaturally augmented speed.
Perdix will hold is action, wishing to conserve his magical resources.
Yvell is alarmed at the sudden animated creature and rouses the force of Ragathiel to empower his allies as he rushed forward blade whirring.