Alright, got back later than I expected, so one late night post and I'm off to get some rest. I'll return to my regularly scheduled frequent posting tomorrow.
Before combat, the team damages the machine:
D, Blaster, Uesugi, and Gallix unleash an assault on the machine, slamming their weapons into it and launching ranged bullets from afar. Smoke rises up out of a crack formed by Uesugi's katana, and less electrical activity can be seen at the top of the coil.
And I take it Uesugi drank Gallix's potion?
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Blaster misses the clone, distracted by the smoke, Mr. Peppers creates yet another puddle of slime as his magic missile blasts the simulacrum. D carves a harsh wound through its belly with his sand bullet.
Side note, the smoke is fluff only.
At this point, Uesugi and Gallix still have turns.
If they don't kill it:
The clone wishes to avenge its dead friends, and seeing as Uesugi is the ultimate clone banisher, it strikes at him with its frozen staff.
Quarterstaff:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 221d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 Frigid touch:4d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 5, 2) = 13
Uesugi's magically-enchanted flesh is unphased by the icy staff, but the force of weapon bruises his chest and he starts bleeding internally. 8 damage
Sirettis would have healed with the wand, if needed, for
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Gallix pokes this clone in the eyes again.
Improved dirty trick:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 "Sorry lady, i want to spare my friend another of those things."
Uesugi's blade scrapes the floor beside the clone, and Gallix leaps forward and digs his fingers into her eyes, blinding her.
With her vision so impaired, the simulacrum waves her staff wildly as all she sees is stars, not Uesugi, and she misses him widely.
<50 is a miss:1d100 ⇒ 6
Simulacrum (-20)
The Many Arodeths V Uesugi, Blaster Corsac, Gallix Simulacrum Mr. Peps, D, Sirettis
Listen, I know I said I didn't mind you botting me, but 3 hours doesn't seem like too long to wait for a PbP game... Still, at least you hit! So I guess I am really just posting because I don't want to be just an observer.
I can relate, sorry Corsac.
This deadline's (pun not intended) got us all on edge, is the only thing i can say to that. We don't know what quota we have to get, nor how far we are towards reaching the goal.
The party's respite is interrupted by a dozen clones appearing all at once, their staves held high as they angrily hiss at the six warriors.
Just kidding.
Another copy of Lady Arodeth materializes from the electric current. "I will not fail where the other five have. Die here by my hand, or die with all of us in our approaching doom - it doesn't matter to me! Hahaha!" She throws her head back and cackles.
Uesugi moves and positions himself behind the mockery."You will keep coming and we will keep slaying your mockeries!End this now and accept your failure."
With his final word he slashes at the creature now resolved in the fact that if he dies it will be with the honour of knowing he slew as many as mockeries as he could.
Mr Pepper's wand is begin to smoke from the constant use, but its better than him dying beneath a giant space rock. As the woman's copy begins to cast a spell things finally begin breaking from their monotony.
Spellcraft:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
However the weird hand gestures from a time long past throw Mr Peppers off the trail. "Blast, I can't follow what she cast, but either case, be careful!"
Mr Peppers then prepares to launch another missile Magic Missile Wand:1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Concentration DC 20:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Uesugi takes a stab at the clone as she prepares to cast, opening up another deep wound in the green gooey flesh, and the clone loses her concentration.
Mr. Peppers' force missile tears a nice round hole through the simulacrum's thigh, adding to the neverending pile of slime around you.
"Why are you so obsessed with killing us, I wonder? You will never be confused for the true Lady Arodeth. In grief she made many sacrifices and went to extremes, but ultimately saw the error of her ways."
"Meanwhile, five of you have fallen, and yet you think it will turn out differently."
"Our strength is infinite, while you will tire, need recovery, and accumulate injury. How foolish are you, witch, to not be able to see your efforts are in vain!?" She laughs as Corsac's shot flies past her.
Gallix is up, then Uesugi, D and Sirettis for next round
"Your strength is not infinite. You are tied to this place. You are a storm with many droplets but like all storms you will fade away and be a distant memory."
As the simulacrum dodges Gallix's fist, D accelerates another bullet of sand that catches the clone and sends it sprawling into the far wall. It melts into the stonework and drips down into a puddle.
Sorry guys, I understand the monotony, but this is all we can really do.
Just another day and a half and hopefully you'll all be back in Absalom sipping ale. Or sake, if that's your thing.
Any actions before another appears? You technically have two rounds, but I believe you're all in good shape.
completely understood Red. The concept is cool tying all the tables together but there are things that can be ironed out. If it means we need to rally and give a little more we'll do it. I've had a great time with this group so it makes it worth it
The machine whirs and whines as the party slices at it with blades and sand, but it seems like the temporal bubble sustaining the room's place in time is stopping it from being permanently disabled.
Another clone materializes through it as the party strikes at it, this time, right next to Blaster.
Mr Peppers watches the latest gooey lady spatter and this time lifts his crossbow and releases the safety, readying a shot for the next inevitable assault. In a slight attempt to save a wand charge and avoid shooting into combat.
Male Human Brawler (Mutagenic Mauler) 10 / Skald (Spell Warrior) 1 | HP 95/95 | AC 23, Touch 14, Flatfooted 20, CMD 27* | Saves F+13, R+11, W+7 | Perception +4, Sense Motive +5; Init +2 | Knockout: 2/2 | Weapon Song Rds Used: 5/5 | Status: N/A
Ill let Uesugi handle the CDGs from here on out since his weapon is so well suited for the job. Meanwhile, I'll continue the strategy D has initiated and pull a Three Stooges.
Gallix sighs as yet another clone appears. The effects of his mutagen are still pushing his body far past their usual limits of strength and endurance, and, despite the mind-numbing side effect, the warrior can sense the impending crash. [i]I hope we get out of here before I collapse. Otherwise I may have my new big strong Samurai friend carry me out,[i] he thinks with a slight smile as he sees the warrior in question ready his blade for yet another stroke.
Hmm, I have a +6 to intimidate. It might help if the Slumber Hex fails.
New script! - Slumber Hex - Cure Light Wounds if anyone is dying -Intimidate at +6 to shake the clone's resolve, mostly mocking it for being a soulless abomination.
During downtime, if no one needs help Sirettis will feebly slap the machine with her mace. Light Mace Damage:1d6 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5
Will Save:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 Fort save:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Before the clone can even act, Sirettis stares it down and puts it to sleep. Uesugi follows up by jumping on the body and stabbing his katana deep into her heart. He removes the blade, covered in layers upon layers of slime, and the clone melts into a puddle before his eyes.
D, Gallix, and Mr. Peppers drop their prepared attacks in pleasant surprise of the simulacrum going down so quickly.
I mean, should I just go ahead and roll the will save? Will save:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
The simulacra are mutating, and a sleep-resistant version of Lady Arodeth emerges from behind Gallix, shaking off Sirettis' mesmerizing stare. The clone speaks with an echoy voice. "We are beginning to understand your pathetic tactics. You won't be so lucky this time, foolish Pathfinders!"
The Many Arodeths VIII Everyone but Sirettis Simulacrum
Mr Peppers turns like a turret around the room waiting for a new target and ignoring the machine bashing. Once a new target appears he lets his bolt fly: Light Crossbow:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 111d8 ⇒ 2
Male Human Brawler (Mutagenic Mauler) 10 / Skald (Spell Warrior) 1 | HP 95/95 | AC 23, Touch 14, Flatfooted 20, CMD 27* | Saves F+13, R+11, W+7 | Perception +4, Sense Motive +5; Init +2 | Knockout: 2/2 | Weapon Song Rds Used: 5/5 | Status: N/A
Gallix implements one of the techniques he picked up from one of his pit fighting buddies, Larryc Urlymoe, and bonks the gooey copy on the head before poking it in the eyes.
Thoughts of days past began to seep into his thoughts as Uesugi moved to engage with the mockery. Whole days where he was not allowed to drop his blade below the crown of his head. It had taken him years to be able to hold himself in the perfect position of alignment. To will away whatever pain cried out from his whole body. This fight was beginning to resemble those times.
"Aiii!" he yelled out as he cut down on the creature. These mockeries thought he would stop and grow tired. They had never met a Warrior of the Way before.
As Pathfinders defeat the furious simulacra, they disperse into foul mist that screams in anger before fading away entirely. Nearby, the true Lady Arodeth seems shaken by the destruction of her miasmic doppelgangers, and their deaths seem to sap her of her zealous rage.
Table GMs, this is Code Green. Code Green is in effect.
