Doran pulls out the book, hoping it triggers a secret treasure chest.
As Doran pulls the book, it flashes brightly, and he collapses.
The young Sorcerer awakens with a start.
Doran looks up from the ground and blinks. "...huh." He rubs his eyes. "I saw an old fellow speak with a woman, die and decay into dust. And... something about a lever." He lies there for a moment, pondering, then quickly gets up and starts eagerly searching through the bookcase. "Okay, everyone keep an eye out for books marked with hedonistic, gluttonous, secret treasure location or dragon!"
what books? I don't really like books
Terra continues to be pretty useless in this situation.
"What are you doing Doran?" Nebari asks.
At the end of the chain is a golden Hydra head, roughly the size of the heads on Nebari's shield, with a tiny ruby inset for the eye. It gleamed in the soft light.
"He's probably treasure hunting..." Alaeron will get up from the seat and go lean against the wall next to Terra with Nemesis still in hand. The cat is purring rather loudly as he tends to keep his mouth open while purring.
"I really cannot remember reading anything about this amulet, or this symbology" - Tiriael comments.
"Well, we were sent for an amulet and we have found an amulet. It's got the same hydra motif as the shield." Piers said looking to the others. "I think we have what we're looking for."
"I cannot be completely certain of that, but I am inclined to agree" - Tiriael nods.
Looking around the room, she continues - "We should search this place carefully - on the one hand, there is a vast wealth of information on this place, and on the other we have already come across magical items that may be helpful to us"
Alaeron will put down Nemesis and will walk over to the chest, crouching down in front of it. He will look at the chest for a long moment.
"Anyone good with finding or spotting traps?
"Not here..." - Tiriael comments as she uses her powers to detect magical auras on the chest.
"Conjuration Magic" - Tiriael comments, as she searches the chest herself.
"Let me see," the Captain said, looking it over with his good eye.
"I doubt mechanical traps were quite the dearly departed's favored defenses, I'm more worried about any spells."
You notice nothing physically unusual on the outside of the chest.
Doran kicks it open.
Upon kicking the side as hard as he could, Doran caused the chest lid to pop open. As soon as it did, there came a hissing sound that didn't quite sound natural. Before anyone could peer inside the chest, a metallic figure rose up from the chest. It was clad in, what looked like, plate mail, but various gears were visible through the gaps. In the right hand was a halberd that almost gleamed in the light from outside. This imposing figure stood erect at attention, completely motionless.
Alaeron falls backwards as the figure emerges from chest. He grabs out his sword before realizing that it sits motionless. He looks at the thing with interest.
"It almost looks like the inside of a clock..." Pointing at the gears.
Tiriael relays the information above to the rest of the group - "I would assume he is obviously guarding the contents of the chest"
Terra steps back once again without skill to face this enemy.
Doran starts back, the leans in curiously. "A jack-in-the-box! I've heard of these!" Doran waves his hand before its face experimentally.
"Certainly wouldn't want to cast a grease spell on him, me thinks that might speed him up!" Alaeron chuckles at his joke
Doran raises an eyebrow and calls out "Robbie, open hands!"
At the utterance of its name, the gears begin to click and whirl, bringing the metal man to life.
It does as Doran says, sort of. The construct reached for the Sorcerer.
Grabbing the young man by the front of his garments, Robbie lifted him off of his feet.
Doran blinks in surprise and shifts nervously in the creature's grip. "Okay... Okay." he tilts his head back. "As long as its holding me it's not fighting you- could ya help me out of this? Calm please! And someone grab that sword!" He looks back. "Robbie, sleep!"
If that fails, he tries to break free.
Telling it to sleep does nothing.
Alaeron quickly draws his sword and five foot steps around the creature and to the side. He whistles at Nemesis to flank around the other side.
Alaeron attacks with as much strength as he can as he overhand chops down with his sword.
Nemesis runs up and swipes at the large construct, growling in response to its attack.
"Robbie!" Piers called out before rattling off several words in the Ancient Script. He too drew his blade but did not bring it to bear upon the device just yet.
The Captain's commands go unheeded.
Terra hears the cries of danger in the room and the sequence of commands. guessing by the frustration the voices none have worked.
thinking to what command it did respond to.
Robbie, release
No response from Terra's command.
Nebari aproaches Robbie and extends his hand, "Down Boy."
"Put the amulet on and see if it responds then." Nebari commands.
At first, there appears to be no response. Then once you put on the amulet, Robbie's head turns to you and locks it gaze upon you. But the construct does not release Doran, as a matter of fact, it's 'eyes' start glowing red.
At first, there appears to be no response. Then once you put on the amulet, Robbie's head turns to you and locks it gaze upon you. But the construct does not release Doran, as a matter of fact, it's 'eyes' start glowing red.
"Not good!" The Captain shouts and swings his blade at 'Robbie's' hand.