Snarling as Sigrun's attack bounces off and causes the the manufactured monster to retaliate against her Neverhome draws his Adamantine longsword as he strides towards it.
He reached out to grip the cauldron and stopped just as he realized the water was boiling... burning his hands to a crisp to try and douse the crazed stove didnt seem like such a good idea now, instead he stepped forward and draw his sword in one quick flash slashing hard at the thing.
Percy searches for something she can do to help, but she doesn't come up with much. Her bless spell was still active (I don't know if you all have been counting that), and that was just about the best she could do.
"Well, we got attacked by statues before: this feels like the logical escalation to that." Zses chuckles, after cursing the evil oven.
Her arm in searing pain as the hot oven doors slam close on it, Sigrun lets out a roar of pain and anger, her eyes glittering with rage as her muscles flex her blade slamming into the appliance.
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Vashti speaks a short prayer and raises her hand.
Her eyes darken and small,silver swirls spin in them as a light breeze moves from her to Sigrun. Twisting around her with warm silver light her wounds close and heal.
NO YOU SHALL NOT.
The words carry Pharasma's power with them.
As Vashti speaks, Sigrun feels the Dark Lady's power flow around and through her, reaffirming that it was definitely not her time. Feeling reinvigorated, she twists, wrenching herself free of the animated monstrosity.
Sigrun and Silence's weapons bounce harmlessly off the magically-treated metal of the stove, but Neverhome's sword cleaves through it like it was made of butter. As Sigrun wriggles free of the oven doors, the construct continues to mindlessly attack her, but Zses' curse appears to have done the trick - for now....
Trying to orient himself to a better angle, the elf snaps his fingers and gestures towards the construct, a ray of ice hurtling towards it as he speaks calmly.
"There's not enough room"
An idea pops into the clever halfling's mind and he moves forward drawing an arrow with a dark black metal tip and he fires it at the stove.
With the furnace still eyeing Sigrun Nevehome keeps frantically slashing at it with the dark sword.
Who has such stoves in their homes?
He growled in annoyance taking a steady grip with both hands on his katana and bringing it up high before slashing down onto the stove as hard as he could.
"Witches."
Not really knowing what to do, Zses just chuckles at Lyosha's joke, glancing at the stove.
Your attacks strike true, but only Neverhome and Hobbes manage to damage the insanely-hard stove. Zses' latest hex is completely ineffective - in fact, the construct doesn't even seem to notice the chuckling witch. Fortunately, its recent string of ill fortune continues as it once again misses Sigrun.
By now, smoke is pouring out of the ruptured pipes from where the stove ripped itself out of the wall. It won't be long before visibility is completely obscured.
Seeing it miss Sigrun after obviously developing a taste for her which he really couldn't blame it for Neverhome strikes again.
A snowflake appears at the end of the elf's blade, glowing brightly for just a moment, as the elf steps forward, swinging in a wide arc in an attempt to take this angry piece of equipment apart.
Once more, Vashti raises her hand and chants a short prayer, eyes swiring with the Lady's power.
A number of strands of hair glisten momentarily before turning grey and white.
Her outstretched hand points to Silence, as a soft breeze stretchs between them, a prayer carried on it.
Hobbes draws two more adamantine arrows as he essentially throws money at the problem.
He growled even more as once more he tried to smack the stove into behaving.
Slightly worried that he didn't manage to catch the stove's attention, Zses keeps chuckling to himself, as that at least seemed to be effective...
...Crow, on the other hand, notices the leaking smoke from the pipe. Putting two and two together, the bird ruffles his feathers and flaps his wings, creating an aura of pretty glittery lights around the killer oven.
"Hurry up, it's not going to be sparkly forever!"
Trying to avoid the stove's attacks while still angry, Sigrun stikes again at the appliance.
Grasping his weapon with both hands, he crashed his blade down with an overhead swing, the weapon's blade turning to ice midswing.
Ered, Silence, and Sigrun's attacks bounce harmlessly off the stove, but Hobbes and Neverhome's weapons get through just fine. Its return strikes (still mindlessly directed at Sigrun) don't even come close to connecting. By now, the room is mostly filled with smoke, and it's becoming difficult to see. Fortunately, Crow's glow cloud makes it easy to locate the stove. Unfortunately, the available air is quite limited.
Percy is about to do something more proactive, but she gets a face full of smoke and starts hacking.
Ered grunts in irritation, coughing the soot from his lungs, taking another rough, two handed swing.
Any suggestions here, Rider? Because right now would be a great help!
Even with help, his eyesight is obscured enough to miss his foe.
Hobbes joins in the hacking and coughing as he gets a lungful of smoke.
If i didnt hate this place before... evil stoves sealed it.
He growled once more clanging away with his katana.
Zses miraculously manages to laugh trough the smoke, even if the doubt that maybe they should leave the stove alone and be on their way started to crept inside him.
Neverhome's blade barely manages to connect with the stove, but whatever he hit must have been important, as the construct slows to a halt and slumps over.
Percy stumbles out of the room gasping for fresh air. She is still perplexed that anyone would animate their stove, but it is time to move on. Enough time has been wasted already.
Lets get up to that dragon's lair before he returns.
Glaring at the automaton as it finally returns to looking like a normal stove Neverhome steps out of the smoke and nods to Percy. Before they leave though he glances at Sigrun, wanting to make sure she was ok.
Hobbes follows the party out after retrieving the still intact adamantine arrow. "Yea, that sucked. You okay Gorgeous?" He asks Percy hoping she didn't get something awful like lung cancer or something.
Picking up her sword as she stumbles out of the room, Sigrun gives Lyosha a smile as she shakes her head. "Well that was utterly pointless." she mutters,closing the door after everyone leaves and leaning against it for a moment, her expended rage leaving her momentarily tired.
Stupid witch stove is stupid. There werent even cookies.
He muttered glancing at the ladder up. He didnt like that idea of an entrance at all, but he sheathed his katana and fingered his quiver of arrows...