Zimdoz peers at the pipe and says, ”Stay away from those, I think those pipes are some type of trap..”
He takes out his thieves tools and gets to work disabling whatever mechanism he can find, cautiously.
Grezzag backed away warily. "There were similar looking machines on the oher side - maybe they're to keep things in that big room?"
He looked over the twitching pipes and nozzles. "Would it help to hit it somewhere?"
”Ahh, no, no, no. It is likely very sensitive, let me see if I can disable it first. I wouldn’t want you to get a face full of hydrochloric acid or something worse. We can smash it up if I can’t figure it out.” Zimdoz says as he examines the mechanism.
'Machinery doesn't usually respond well to 'hitting it'' Alldur adds.
Grezzag shrugs, and remains standing away from the machine. "Better it than us."
As the electricity surges near Zimdoz he tries to get away without getting zapped badly.
He manages to avoid the worst effects, but is smoking slightly and his fur is standing on end. He coughs. ”Let’s try that again.”
Zimdoz grabs one of the masterwork thieves tools and tries to disable the trap again.
Alldur begins to speak up as Zimdoz attempts to disarm the trap a second time, unfortunately, the trap is sprung again and Alldur slumps to the ground, unconscious.
Grezzag grunts in pain as the first blast hits him, bit is more prepared for the second.
He moves over to the fallen wizard and drags him out of the room.
"Now should we start hitting? Although," he continues, poking at where the blast hit him, "it'd probably be better to heal up first."
"Can you see what sets it off? We can try not doing that, I s'pose."
Singed, Zimdoz looks bewildered.
”No, no idea. Head back outside until we can figure this out. If I can’t disable the electricity, I don’t know what else to do. Let’s get Alldur conscious so I can apologize.”
He grabs one of the group potions and feeds it to Alldur.
Leetia will use a level 1 slot and a reservoir point to cast cure light wounds on herself.
She will then do the same and cast on Alldur
Alldur thanks his companions for his help getting back on his feet. He eyes, the illusory wall hesitantly.
"Don't s'pose you guys have seen another way through? If it's going to blast us whenever we walk in, then we may just have to rush through. I'm up for smashing it, but maybe not if it's hitting back that hard."
"I'm all for taking a break while we think it over though."
”I don’t know, maybe we can rush through? I wish we had a way to resist electricity...Sorry about that Alldur, Leetia. I will be more careful in the future”
"You guys want to head up to the town, or rest down here?"
”I’m fine resting around here. Do we rest in the open or the caves? I suspect Leetia and I would be more comfortable in the caves, but rationally it may not provide the best coverage for watches and escape routes. I don’t want to go and come back - it’s a pretty difficult trip.”
"Yes yes rest here, no point starting over again. I'm so worried, the more time that passes the less we may find him alive. OK OK need to lay down in nice cozy spot."
'Maybe those skulks will allow us to rest in their encampment' Alldur suggests.
”That’s a great idea, Alldur. They were nice to us earlier. And Leetia, I know how you feel about Khonnir. I hope this delay won’t cause him harm - but I see little other choice.”
[ooc]Yes that is fine.[/b]
Leetia makes up a small rats nest and starts to curl up into it, as a tiny ball among her bedding. She has bad dreams and if anyone observes her through the night, she whimpers on occasion as if concerned and scared.
Before resting, Alldur will ask among the skulks to see if any of them have any magical aptitude and would be willing to share knowledge.
Grezzag regards the skulk a little suspiciously, but as the others seem to trust them, camps down for the night.
Leetia spends the morning shuffling through her spellbook and placing materials in her beltpouch.
Grezzag yawns and stretches, then gathers up his things.
"Still a little tender from that blast. Anyone thought of any better way, or are we just going to rush through.
”If I prepare, I might have a chance of disabling it. I could try with just me in the room.”
Alldur pours over his own spellbook, preparing himself for the day. He moves about gingerly, still hurting from the previous day's bout with electricity.
'I wish there were something I could do to help. Do you think making you bigger would do anything useful?'
”No, in fact I plan on shrinking for the job for that matter. Guidance would work, if anyone has it.”
'I can provide you with resistance, best I can do.'
”I’ll take it. Let’s see if I can get it disabled.” They travel back to the electrified room, and Zimdoz removes his armor and drinks his mutagen while asking Alldur for the resistance spell. He then drinks his extract of Reduce person and attempts to disable it again, this time with nobody else in the room.
”Wish me luck!”