Grezzag tries to blend the Robot Apprentice!
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Alldur triggers his wand, speeding up his and his ally's actions.
Grezzag swings three times but only manages to strike the robot once.
Riot Suppressor Bot attempts to pummel an enemy.
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Zimdoz, almost out of ammo, cheers on his friends, "good luck, everyone!"
The riot suppressor manages to get one hit in on the robot apprentice, denting it slightly.
One fothe apprentices tries to attack the riot supressor. The other tries to cast a spell at Zimdoz
"Spellcastin' Robots?! HEEEEEEEELL NAW!" Grezzag trumpets before continuing his onslaught.
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"Don't hate me Grezzag!" Poshment pleads as he tries to heal the battered Riot Suppressor.
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With two hits Grezzag causes the robot to explode in shower of sparks and pieces of metal.
Riot Suppressor Bot attempts to pummel an enemy, moving over to the next one.
Zimdoz shakes off the spell effect, and then cheers, "good job! Uh. Keep up the good work!"
The riot supressor bot smashes into the second apprentice doing a small amount of damage.
Alldur gestures at the spellcasting robot and attempts to corrupt it's programming.
The robot apprentice manages to resist the effects of the spell and attacks the riot suppressor
Grezzag wrenches his axe out of the downed robot, points at the other one, and moves in for more smashing!
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"Uh, how attached are we to our pile of suppressive metal?" Poshment asks the others with uncertainty. "We thinking 'blaze of glory' or 'live to fight another day'?"
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Grezzag strikes the remaining apprentice doing some damage.
Grezzag deals the robot a glancing blow.
Bot says, "Please, disarm and sit in the corner."
Zimdoz says "good job, um, everyone!"
Alldur draws another wand, this time loosing a salvo of missiles at the robot.
Riot supressor attacks the apprentice and then it is blasted by Alldur's spell.
Grezzag spins his axe and laughs as it churns through metal.
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Grezzag's blow strikes the apprentice and it falls apart into a heap of scrap metal.
Loot:
Laboratory components worth 1500gp
journals worth 4000gp
120 silverdisks
10 batteries
four rolls of ion tape
two zipsticks
a timeworn chemalyzer
two nanite canisters
a timeworn fire extinguisher
three scrolls of gaseous form
a scroll of recharge
a horn of fog
a bottle of air
a short rod made of horacalcum which looks like it will open the closed door you found several doors below.
Poshment leaps onto the scrap heap with index and pinky fingers raised. "METAAAAAL!" he screams.
"Alright, let's show that basement-dwelling wizard what-fore!"
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Zimdoz nods, "yep, that sounds good." He twitches a little, and guides Riot Suppressor Bot towards downstairs.
You head down to the basement area, your progress unimpeded when you come face to face with another party of adventurers.
"AAAAAYE AAAAYE AAAAAAAAAAYE, welcome to our tower!" Poshment says, shaking everyone's hand. "Please don't touch anything, a lot of it is... delicate."
"Anyways... are any of you a robot?" He shuffles between Grezzag and the other group.
You see a snobbish looking man in a fine topcoat, top hat and the natty clothes of a gentleman. He carries a glossy walking stick with a fine brass head and a black bag.
"Charmed." He said, his nose just slightly wrinkling and holding the hand Posh just shook like it needed to be decontaminated now.
"And no."
"Athenos Rhaym; DOCTOR Rhaym. Alchemist and Chirugeon. My card." He stated, tipping his hat and handing out fancy engraved cards to you all.
Taking a closer look at Poshment he said; "Hmmmmm. I see. You should have called upon me sooner."
He put his black bag down and rooted around in it.
Coming up with a hand crank drill, he nodded.
"Yes. A few small holes drilled through the skull should suffice to release the evil spirits.
"Now, there is the small matter of my fee..."
Narek is a tall lean Kellid man, he dresses in lightweight nomad garb, his only visible weapon a coiled whip on his right hip. His eyes do not see quite right, as though there are things floating in them..
”I am Nerek, I have accompanied the Doctor, I would not allow him to drill into your skull. I seek remnants of the Skyfall.”
Zimdoz squeaks when he sees the new people, and puffs up his cheeks in alarm briefly before calming himself down. He is carrying a shabby-looking wide-barrelled pistol, though he keeps it pointed at the ground. "y.. you folks aren't going to kill us, are you?" He hides behind Riot Suppressor Bot, who stands stoically by, holding its warhammer.
Zimdoz is a slight ratfolk with black fur and long whiskers. He typically wears outfits with many pockets and wears a pair of goggles. His fur seems wet with some sort of strange material, but he's carrying a great many different bits of junk and gadgets on his person, including a bandolier full of iron flasks with strange fluids.
Zimdoz peeks out nods when Narek mentions the Skyfall, "um, yes, yes, Alldur is the theoretical philosopher - I am the applied philosopher." He blinks, "we've found many artifacts that - well, maybe they came from skyfall, in any event, they're very advanced - far beyond what's found elsewhere in Golarion. I have my own theories... but Alldur can get them to work pretty well, and I know how to break them, at least." He taps on Riot Suppressor Bot and says, "and I fixed this big fella too."
"y.. you folks aren't going to kill us, are you?"
Doctor Rhaym arched an eyebrow.
"Are you requesting assistance in this area?"
The bearded, robed human in the back stirs himself from deep thought at the mention of his name. 'Alldur Folmes, master of wands and the mechano-magical arts.'
The man is nearly covered in wand-loaded bandoliers and scroll cases. His shoulder length black hair is held back by a strip of silk lined with seeming circuitry that flashes as his synapses fire.
'As to requesting assistance, I don't know if I'd go that far, but we'd welcome the help, if that's what you're here to do.' He thrusts out a hand to shake if there are any takers.
The Gnome tips his own tophat back at the Doctor. "Mr. Athena, aren't doctors supposed to heal people? If I wanted an executioner, I'd just tell Ol' Grezzag here I was a robot! Which I'm not!" Poshment clarifies. "I think I got your first headcase here, buster! This guy thinks the sky is falling!" He pokes Narek in the leg dubiously.
"Zimmy-boy is only being shy because he needs to mix up more of that boomy-stuff he shoots. Trust me, all an act! I've seen the way he messes things up real good! Alldur's the real deal too, he wiggles his fingers and the robots dance all funny!"
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Standing up, from near the back.
Sorry for my not introducing myself earlier, I was check ensuring that it was a peaceful first contact.
I've seen to many not peaceful contacts
You see a plain dressed dwarf that stands about 4' come out from behind some boxes.
Wencit is the name
"Well why don't we put our combined might to the test? We've got a stick that'll open the door to the basement and if we're lucky, we'll find some sort of creepy wizard to pummel, yay!" Poshment cheers, waving the horacalcum rod in the air.
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"I'll stand guard and make sure robots don't pile in after you guys," Grezzag says, giving his double axe a few warm-up twirls.
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In that case, let us be about it.
Wencit slings his bow, and then moves over to assist in the opening of the basement.
Zimdoz searches for mechanical and technological traps before anyone opens the door.
Alldur grimaces at the 'creepy wizard' comment, but keeps his ire to himself.
Narek makes a gesture and mutters an arcane phrase, a blue glowing mist seems to emanate from his hand, he presses his hand to his chest and that mist coalesces into a shimmering armor encasing him before disappearing.