[ooc]Aye, can Zimdoz do a disable device check to "fix" it?"[/b]
You cannot see any creature, only hear its gasping
Zimdoz, you think that this is a haunt, a kind of undead manifestation of events. You know they can be harmed by positive energy
"Did someone order an order of holiness?!" Poshment asks. Raising his holy symbol above his head in two hands, he prays. "Milani, Everbloom, lover of riots, bringer of revolutions, free these spirits from their shackles with the righteousness of your cause!"
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In a burst of positive energy the haunt is dissipated with a howl.
You can now see beneath the strange chamber the body of a man with a set of mark 2 wirejack tendons among his bones.
"Agh, gross. Look at that corpse. He's got places where he connects these artifacts to his body." Zimdoz shudders, "is that what you're going to do, Alldur?"
Zimdoz scrunches his nose and looks skeptically at the body modification before searching it.
"Gross! Why would he do that to himself?" Poshment wonders out loud.
'I hadn't considered it until now, but I can see the benefits. If we can get your body to take the implant it will make you much, much quicker.' Alldur turns the artificial tendons in his hands, trying to figure out how they would attach to organic anatomy.
Zimdoz you do not find anything else of interest in the room.
Poshment frowns at the contraption. "Seems rather... invasive, no?" The Gnome shivers at what he assumes would be a rather painful and barbaric process to be 'much, much quicker.' Who would put outside bits on your inside?
"Let's do this one next!"
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The door to this room appears to be locked.
Zimdoz nods, "alright. Doors."
He checks for traps, and if finding none, pops the lock.
You find a trap, which you are able to disable with some difficulty.
This large chamber appears to be a combination of bedroom and study. A large window to the northwest, fitted with sturdy metal slats, lets in light and air, while elaborate tapestries depicting gloomy landscapes and gothic architecture adorn the walls. A large bed sits in the room, its fine coverings frayed and dusty. A small desk against the southwest wall is bare, while doors provide several exits- although no handle adorns the door to the northwest. Instead of a handle or knob, it bears a small plate of coppery metal.
Poshment wastes no time tossing the desk and poking his little hands into any hidey-holes he can find in the room.
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Zimdoz does the same, though he waits for Poshment to finish, and looks more carefully.
"let's look for a 'key' or something for that copper plate."
It appears that the tapestries all come from Caliphas and depict scenes of eastern Ustalav. They are worth 600gp and weigh approx. 50 pounds. Zimdoz you also find 3 spell books that contain the following:
all cantrips
20 1st level spells (your choice)
15 2nd level spells (your choice)
10 3rd level spells (your choice)
5 4th and 5th level spells (your choice)
It also contains the spells: detect radiation, discharge, irradiate, greater make whole, magic circle against technology, recharge and technomancy.
You can tell that the plate can be opened by pressing some kind of metal rod made of horacalcum against the plate but you can see no sign of this rod in the room.
"Maybe the metal stick is in this closet!" Poshment speculates, throwing the door open.
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There is nothing in the closet so you head upstairs.
As you climb the stairs you notice that on the next level the room is the entire size of the floor. As you approach you can hear the sound of ringing hammers and operating forges.
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 centre 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.
In the room are 3 riot suppressor robots and 3 brass-skinned humanoids. Their head and shoulders blaze with a mane of fire.
'A moment, gentlemen.' Alldur holds up a hand, drawing a wand. With a flick the group speeds up in a familiar way. With that, he gestures them forward on the offensive.
Alldur manuevers to line up as many of the creatures as possible and looses and bolt of lightning into the mass.
The Azer is icinerated by the lightning bolt.
The remaining Azer spkit up and throw glowing hammers at Grezzag and Poshment.
"OW! OW! OWOWOWOWOW!" Poshment cries as the glowing hammer leaves a burn on his shoulder. "That's it, we're going to get you for real now!"
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"Now we can kill something that really needs killing!" Grezzag cheers as he swats the hammer harmlessly to the side. Running up to the robot, he tries to punch his axe through it's chest.
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Grezzag moves across and smashes his greataxe at the already damaged robot. It is still there but only just.
Zimdoz just moves up and takes a shot at the other robot that seems to be planning on approaching and attacking Poshment.
The robot to the right is stuck to the floor.
The other two robots attack Grezzag.
Alldur launches a salvo of magical missile at the nearest robot.
Alldur's bolts strike the robot to the right, it is still there but only just.
The azer ready for when someone comes close.
Grezzag steps into the pair of Robots who dare imagine they can best him and begins hacking away.
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"Uh, ok! This is the part where you baddies need to start trying so I can do something!" Poshment jokes as he pats Zimdoz on the back.
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Having stuck one robot to the ground, Zimdoz scurries west to behind Grezzag, and loads his dragon pistol with a scatter shot and fires at the two leftmost robots.
Grezzag's first blow destroys one of the robots.
He then turns and spins before completely destroying the second robot.
Having no robot close Zimdoz fires at the remaining robot which takes the four shots and then falls apart.
Alldur points at the remaining Azer and an arrow of acid springs from his finger, streaking towards the fiery creature.
Alldur's bolt of acid strikes the azer and he howls in pain.
The azer throw their hammers at Grezzag and Poshment
"Seriously? We just peeled your tin cans like pack of sardines and you're gonna throw s@#$ at us like you're gonna do something about it?" Grezzag taunts. Slow walking to one of the Azer, he casually delivers a vicious horizontal sweep with his axe.
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Poshment poitns at the last Azer. "I'd start talking if I were you, we haven't made a habit of stopping him until after the screaming stops!"
Grezzag slices one of the azers in two with his blade.
Zimdoz is running low on ammo, and figures that the flaming dwarves are probably immune to his ordnance, so he just lets his guard down. He nods at Poshment. "Hey, fire thing, just - we're tired of fighting."