Zimdoz quickly loads his pistol with a tanglefoot ordnance, and excretion, and paper cartridge, and readies his dragon pistol to fire at the half-orc, should he come closer.
Alldur flings his held dart at the man as soon as the other's hands begin weaving his spell. The dart transforms from simple metal dart into a missile of acid.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, there ugly! I like to keep at least 30ft between me and anything that hideous!" Poshment jests as he shuffles back to give the others room to maneuver. With a quick flash of light, everyone feels emboldened in their own ability to trounce this poor fool.
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Zimdoz quickly reloads another shot at the half-orc, imbuing it with dangerous fire and poison again.
Acid sputters and sizzles from the enemy's wound.
Alldur draws his wand and fires a salvor of missiles at the lone foe.
Dodging around the punch, she drew her sword from the scabbard and swung it at Nalakai with a light growl. "What's with Hellion worshippers and attacking without warning?"
Poshment stamps his feet indignantly. "When is it my turn with that thing?" he whines at Zimdoz. "Bet you can take anything out with it!"
Feeling the coast is temporarily clear, he strides further into the compound. "Look! I haven't been maimed yet!" he says cheerily.
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Zimdoz coughs, clearly still unwell, ”I could loan you my gun but really, it hurts them most because of my alchemical training.” He points at the strange vials on his bandolier, ”and the potent poison that I exude and my fur. For reference you should definitely never touch my fur.” He grins a bit, then heads up the stairs to check for traps.
Alldur continues to scan for magical auras and technological devices as they explore.
Vivianne joins Alldur in becoming a scan bot, but with Detect Evil instead of magic or technology.
”Do we have a way of making them nice? Otherwise, it looks like we get to wind up our favorite robot smashing toy and watch the fun!” Poshment says as he runs to the back of Grezzag and begins spinning a large, invisible crank on the Half-Orc’s back.
Zimdoz, with his constitution drain, waits patiently for one of the big folks to act. "Grezzag and Vivianne should take the lead, I'm not approaching them in my state."
'I suppose we're going to have to go through them to see what those pillars do. Unless someone wants to try talking to them?'
She glances over at Alldur and Zimdoz for a moment before nodding and walking forward towards the robots. "Hello! Greetings! Whatever form of 'hi' you like to use. Can you tell us what you're doing?"
Alldur fishes a wand out of his belt and points it at himself and then approaches Vivianne. 'From your face, you didn't understand that either. Try again, I may be able to make it out now.'
She blinks and nods at Alldur, before turning back to the robots. "Can you repeat yourselves now?"
Alldur nods 'Looks like it'll be a fight'
She raised a finger to Alldur before looking back at the robots. "Can you tell us what they're being used for?"
Poshment waltzes in a small circle with an imaginary partner as the others parlay with the robots. Even with a fake partner, he manages to offend, making multiple apologies to the air as he messes up the steps.
Alldur relays the robots words to his companions.
"Well alright then. I only half understand what that means, but I understand that they're important to Hellion." She draws her longsword and charges at the nearest robot, swinging at it. "And if it's important to Hellion, we can't let him have it."
"Hooray!" Poshment cheers, flinging small handfuls of confetti into the air. "We're breaking Hellions stuff!" As the confetti lands on his comrades, his holy symbol glows and shores up their resolve to crush these foes.
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She brings her sword back and around, hacking at the robot with a yell.
Alldur launches a volley of missiles at the undamaged robot.