GM Evil's Trial by Machine (Inactive)

Game Master Steven_Evil

Guntir hoists his polearm. "I think I can crack him, if that's what we need to do."

he can make his attacks adamantine for up to 2 rounds/day;should bypass any hardness

-Posted with Wayfinder

Oh, woah, things went a bit quickly there. Or rather, a lot happened in a short span of time, orz. Sorry for the lack of posts - been on vacation, but I should be more solid now. :D

Kaya followed the others in their chase. She wondered how they were so easily able to realize that someone had already solved the riddle - or discerned that the speech was the answer, anyways. Perhaps it came with experience. Or maybe it was common sense? She'd long been told she had little, if any, of that, so she decided to watch carefully.

Though startled by the carnage, she wasn't as surprised by Irudiel's warning.

"It seems like we're in for a bit more lethal action than I thought," Kaya said aloud. She was trying to speak plainly, but her posture belied her nervousness.

At Graxzos' warning, she nodded. "Why d'ya think it's here?" she asked, pointing to the robot.

As the door opens, and you behold the sight before you, the mechanical nightmare slowly turns its... what you assume to be eyes... toward you, raising a crossbow arm as gears whir and joints strain to move. It appears to be stuck in place, and anyone who cares to look hard enough can tell that some of it's exposed gears are clogged with tanglefoot bag residue, as are its "feet".

Round 1
Kaya
Papy
Guntir
Graxos
Lissa
Irudiel

Bad Guy

Party Up!

"Tha' looks likely t'smart," Graxzos mutters as he hustles into the room. "Oi! Big an' ugly! This-a-way!" As he pulls up short of the pressure plates, the dwarf levels his pistol at it and the report of the pistol echoes through the iron chamber! The dwarf rams a cartridge into the pistol even before the echoes fade.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Move: 20' up to get a clear shot! Standard: shoot! Free: reload with cartridge!

was going to post that Guntir moves to the spot Lissa just took, but I was too slow. Not being able to edit the map from my phone sucks. Guntir will be able to attack by next round, then.

-Posted with Wayfinder

Lissa looks a little sick to her stomach upon seeing the carnage, with bad memories of a failed Society run floating though her head. Still, she shakes the past away and focuses on the present.

"What's the plan?" She finally asks, "Get it to come to us? Pepper it with pot shots? Or just charge in?"

Then the contruct 'looks' at them. "Or... it could decide to attack us first. Let's just junk the thing." With that, she steps just into the door, hugs the wall before turning and launching a blast of water at it.

Kinetic Blast(PBS): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 1 = 16
Kinetic damage(PBS): 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6

EDIT: Sorry about that. Where would you want me to move you, Guntir?

Guntir moves closer, pulling out a flask of acid as he comes. With his longhammer still held in one hand, he throws the acid at the construct.

"Let's attack it from afar, shall we?" Kaya said, feeling nervous. She sheathed her rapier, aware that going towards the construct - close to it, anyways - would probably make her sad.

She drew out her sling and a bullet, thinking they would be better in this scenario.

Pretty sure that's all Kaya can do? Since sheathing a weapon is a move action and she hasn't got any fancy feats or a BAB+1, so drawing out the sling would be another move action, right? Which would mean she's out?

One of the things I most hate about playing a 0 BAB character

-Posted with Wayfinder

Irudiel tries to identify the creature. If you allow it

Knowledge any: 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (10) + 8 + (4) = 22

Then he moves inside the room and attacks it as hard as he can.

Longspear, PA: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 6 - 1 = 221d6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 3 = 9

Sorry for the delay, I was out in the mountains and found no wifi :)

Papy moves into the room, drawing his longhammer.

He tries to hit the "creature" as hard as he can, while Toggeli slips into the room silently in the constructs' back.

Masterwork Dwarven Longhammer, flank, PA: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 - 1 + 2 = 9
for Bludgeoning, precise strike: 2d6 + 4 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (3, 1) + 4 + 2 + (1) = 11 damage.

Slam 1, flank, PA: 1d20 + 3 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 3 - 1 + 2 = 13
for Slam, precise strike: 1d8 + 2 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 2 + (2) = 11 damage.

You all set into combat with the strange monstrosity, but its armored body is able to turn away most of your blows! Graxos' bullet merely skips off the hard armor plating, while Guntir's acid just boils away the rust and guck over centuries of dust, but not much else. Lissa's attack seems to dislodge something on the inside, but doesn't seem to do much in the way of damage, while Irudiel finds himself to be the most effective this time, his spear lancing in between two plates and breaking some of the mechanisms within!

The monstrosity responds to the elf's spear with a crossbow bolt, fired from it's arm! It's legs are still stuck to the ground, but you can see it start to move a little with each strain...
Crossbow: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Round 1
Kaya-Draws her sling
Papy-Two swings and misses
Guntir-Acid boils on the metal
Graxos-Bullet bounces off the metal armor
Lissa-Finds of measure of effectiveness... but not much
Irudiel-Finds a weak spot and damages some gears within!

Bad Guy- (5) Takes a shot at Irudiel!

Round 2
Kaya
Papy
Guntir
Graxos
Lissa
Irudiel

Bad Guy (5)
Party up!

Guntir takes a step closer. For a moment he seems to be one with the stone beneath his feet as he swings his Dwarven long hammer at the construct.

-Posted with Wayfinder

While that attack would have been epic, you still missed base AC. :(

Guntir's swing whooshes through the air, as the construct somehow twists itself to dodge it!

with attack rolls a 1 is always a miss anyways. I need to buy a folio or something so I can get rerolls.

-Posted with Wayfinder

Graxzos curses roundly as he sees the bullet ricochet off the creature's metal plating. "Anyone know how t'hurt this thing?!" he calls.

No but really, does anyone have Knowledge (I'm assuming Engineering) to figure out if there's a way to punch through its hardness/DR? We have the adamantine dagger in a pinch but that'd require getting up close and personal...can Tog wield it?

Guntir will use his last Stonestrike next round. Although if someone wants to use a folio or whatever to get the one reroll now we might not need it yet

Kaya twirled her sling, wanting to land a solid blow when she loosed. After, she'd find another sling bullet and begin readying for her next attack. As she did so, she noted aloud, "This doesn't seem to be particularly effective." She squinted at the construct. "Do those things have a weak point?"

Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Potential Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Ouch, these rolls. Unfortunately, I've no folio - what's that even mean? o:

Standard Action - Attacked
Move Action - Reloaded

Lissa pulls another mass of water to her, and fires it off at the machine only to have it swing horribly wide. "Beyond the age-old, 'hit it until it stops moving', I know nothing about it's weak points. "

Kinetic Blast, PBS: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6
Kinetic Damage, PBS: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6

Ouch....Pair of 1's

-Posted with Wayfinder

Papy and Tog continue their coordinated manoeuvers.

Masterwork Dwarven Longhammer, flank, PA: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 5 - 1 + 2 = 16
for Bludgeoning, precise strike: 2d6 + 4 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 1) + 4 + 2 + (4) = 15 damage.

Slam 1, flank, PA: 1d20 + 3 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 3 - 1 + 2 = 18
for Slam, precise strike: 1d8 + 2 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 2 + (2) = 10 damage.

Slam 2, flank, PA: 1d20 + 3 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 3 - 1 + 2 = 19
for Slam, precise strike: 1d8 + 2 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 2 + (5) = 16 damage.

Doesn't the construct provoke AoO from firing a ranged weapon in melee?

I hope so, Papy

I know nothing about that creature. And I know a little of everything!!! Shouts Irudiel as he dodges the shot, pissed due not know anything about the creature.

Another attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 231d6 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

"Bah, what good're elves?" Graxzos snarls, reloading his pistol with a paper cartridge. "Yer all blockin' me shot!" He dances to the south, aiming at the creature again and blasting it.

Moving to the south...I'm a little unclear how far to the south the room extends, so I put myself in the square I'd like to be in (if it exists)! Reloading as a free action with the cartridge, moving 20', and attacking.

If the room doesn't extend that far south, he'll stay behind Lissa, which gives the thing soft cover.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 7 - 4 = 5
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

...Not that it matters.

EDIT: Wait, that's a misfire! Haven't had one of those before!

Graxzos curses even more vehemently as his gun makes a horrible sputtering, thunking noise.

I just arrived in Florida. I had planned on being able to update as soon as I got here, but my computer is packed all the way in the back of the truck. Expect everything to be updated/caught up/posted at least by Monday. Sorry for the delay everyone!

The construct strains against the tanglefoot glue holding its gears, and legs, together, and the combined efforts of Papy and Irudiel completely destroy its armor plating, and smash the gears inside to pieces. The construct falls to the floor, breaking apart into many, many smaller pieces.

Irudiel and Kaya are able to make short work of the trap above, and investigating the chest reveals glowing blue script (marker dye mixed with glowing ink) on the chest’s lid, which says: “The prize lies within! Test your mettle against ours!” The chest is empty except for a parchment note that reads: “Congratulations, you have passed the trial! This amulet is your prize; present it to Venture Captain Valsin as proof of your success!” Around the chest are chains that appear to have been cut through with a bladed weapon.

Examining the bodies yields exactly the same gear as the body you found earlier, except for the adamantine dagger.

Going through the open doors to the north, you enter a room twice as wide as it is long. This large, oval chamber is illuminated with a murky radiance by dimly glowing overhead crystals. The room is bare of furnishings, just an open space with a dozen semicircular alcoves around the perimeter. Mechanical horrors identical to those outside occupy a number of these alcoves, but none of the automatons seem active, and some have even fallen over. A door stands in the center of the northern wall.

As you move into the room, voices casn be heard from the other side of the door to the north. After a moment, one of them calls out.
Harlo, is that you? Finally came back to help? You damned coward, you got everyone but me and Meleren killed! What happened to that damn robot thing?

Graxzos sighs as the construct topples to the ground. "Well, I were damned near useless there..." He clears the jammed portions of his pistol, muttering curse words, as Irudiel and Kaya disable the trap. Eyeballing the parchment in the chest, he says, "Looks like we were right tha' someone else got in 'ere afore us."

Then the voice calls out from the north. "...An' they're still here!" Rapidly reloading his pistol, the dwarf takes up a position near the edge of the doorway, securely around the corner of the frame. He calls down into the hallway.

"I dunno who Harlo is, but if'n 'e was a big half-orc carryin' a diamond-steel blade, 'e's dead too! Who're you and what're you doin' in 'ere?!" As he speaks, the dwarf pulls out a strange, round object from a pocket on his vest.

Drawing a pellet grenade, just in case.

"We're Pathfinders. We didn't kill the half-orc; a trap got 'em." Guntir grumps, diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 he glares at Graxzos, "makin' enemies afore we meet the blokes..."

-Posted with Wayfinder

We're not here to harm you, albeit we're a little displeased you ruined our test. If you also don't want an unnecesary fight, come where we could see each other to tell us what are you doing in our test field.

And how the hell you had summoned that creature.

Aid diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Papy kicks at the inactive contruct. "Strange thing. I wonder how that works. But wait! I don't care! BWAHAHA!"

Once in the next room, he'll laugh harder and harder! "BWAHAHA They're all dead, kiddo! Who are you?"

She was startled by the strange voices, but surprised by her companions' reactions. "Well, then," she said, voice dry, "I suppose we should ready ourselves for more fighting then?"

Unsure of what, exactly, they would encounter, but aware that they sounded decidedly less robotic and more human, she swapped the sling for her rapier.

Can Kaya retrieve the sling bullet she used earlier or is that assumed gone for good? If she can, she'd try and find it. c:

Lissa looks at the other constructs wearily. "You know, I think I'll feel safer if we further trash these things. You never know what they're going to do if we...."

Then they were interrupted by the remains of whatever party beat them here.

"I'm afraid that your ... expedition found little more than a Society training course. Well, except for the homicidal robot at the end." She responses to the disembodied voices, slightly hesitant to step forward herself.

Hey, sorry for the delay again. I've been busy with a very intensive, and unexpected, job interview for an assistant manager job at a grocery store. I'm in the process of updating all of my games now.

SUMMON IT?! That thing came after us once we opened that stupid chest! And we figured out this was just a test once we opened that chest with the dagger we got from that puzzle. Ya know, right before the rest of our crew got slaughtered by those robots!

The two voices speak quietly to each other for a moment, and then the female voice calls out again.
Were there any survivors? And how do we know you aren't responsible for those machines?

Good luck with the job interview! (/Hope it went well, if it's in the past now.)

"I don' think there be any survivors but you lot," Graxzos calls, tossing the metal sphere in his hand up and down idly. "We found yer half-orc friend a ways away, an' there be two bodies 'ere. Tha' sound about it?"

"Also, I c'n take care o' the survivors problem if need be."

You're talking or you're fighting for your life? If that fact is not enough to give you some insight and you continue thinking we're the robot's owners and want you dead, tell me why we have't sent the robot yet.

Irudiel gives them a few seconds to think about it before talk again. [b]Even if you continue thinking we're responsible for the slaughter, there must be any reson for not having attacked yet, yes? Then go out there, with your weapons seathed. And check what had happened with the robot. It's destruction will prove we're not your enemies.[/dice]

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

"Besides, if I remember correctly, This place was built by someone that preferred using machines. It's likely that the bloody thing was one of the leftovers from that." Lissa takes a couple steps toward the door. "At the very least, I can give my word, on Mother Moon's wings, that I have no intention of harming either of you."

Diplomacy (aid): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

*snorts* reassuring, I am not.....

Seeing that the others had things well in hand, Kaya kept quiet, simply observing. She didn't want to be a nuisance or accidentally mess things up.

None left? Damn. This was the worst foray we've ever done. Look, we just wanna get out of here. Can you help us? And I ain't opening this door until I feel like you ain't the ones that caused all this. I'll crack it though, if you can give me some proof you're not some heartless murderers.

The door cracks open, just a bit. Just enough for you to slide something through to prove you aren't... well, robotic death machines, or their friends.

What would prove that our benevolence? Lissa muses quietly. My Kapenia, maybe? She shakes her head at that idea. Am I going crazy? that's a foolish idea, and that's important to me..... What else...

After a moment's thought, Lissa reaches into her bag and draws out a well-loved deck of fortune-telling cards. "Worth a shot." And with slight hesitation, she steps forward and slides the deck in. "They're important enough to me to be a sacrifice, even if I can replace them."

Graxzos hefts the grenade and waggles his eyebrows at the group furiously.

I can think a better proof Lissa. Then Irudiel turns to the door and asks, a part of the destroyed robot is enought proof for you? We can break it a little more and give you a piece of it.

"Indeed, that should be proof enough. Cause, you know, we're robot-proof! BWAHAHAHA!" Papy laughs while Toggeli rolls his eyes.

"We are in flesh and bone!" says Tog with the will to do what is best.

"What? You? You're more than this, friend! You're ectoplamicly fleshy!" shouts Papy to his companion.

"Dwarf humour. I can't stand it." says Toggeli shrugging and going back in a corner.

Irudiel rolls his eyes. For all the gods, they're going to fear stay with us much more than to fight the robots.

Guntir eyes thes the door, frowning.

-Posted with Wayfinder

Kaya giggled at the proceedings, whispering to Irudiel, "Does this happen a lot?" She asked, pointing towards the door, obviously talking about whatever fearful people that were hiding out behind it. "Running into scared people like this?"

She would've felt bad that she didn't have anything to show their good faith with if she'd empathized more with them.

"Not often," Graxzos mutters across the gap. "Dead, undead, an' possessed're more likely."

He suddenly gets a funny look on his face, and fishes in his breast pocket. He pulls out a small obsidian disc, peering at the surface. Then he shrugs and replaces it. "Prob'ly not Thrunies."

Guntir wrinkles his face at Kaya's question, "Actuallly, er, yeah. We do"

-Posted with Wayfinder

"Really?" Grax looks legitimately surprised. "Well, guess tha's wha' I get fer spendin' so much time down south..."

The two converse for a second, and then the door opens. A woman stands facing you, bloodied and worn.
My associate is still thinking sharp enough to tell me that there really isn't anyway for you to really prove any damn thing to us, so I guess we're just going to have to trust you. You did destroy the giant robot, afterall.

She grimaces, and clutches a wound on her side for a moment.
You wouldn't happen to have any healing ability with you, would you? We escaped but only barely. My name is Shechera, and my friend here is Meleren. We don't know what the hell happened, but judging by the non-lethal-ness of those pathfinder traps, and the pure destruction by those machines, I don't think the machines were supposed to come out and attack.

Lissa puts away her fortune deck and, with only a slight pause, pulls out a wand. "While I can't use this, I'm sure one of my companions can." As such, she'll offer the wand to whomever is willing to use on the wounded bandit.

"In any case, I'm Lissa. I'm sorry about your loss, I went though similar several weeks back in a backwater part of Andoran."

It's my CLW wand.