Round 10, Init 11
The construct turns and whirrs, gears spin and it swings its mighty spiked arm
Smashing the silver man.
The pale nosed man stabs Silfir and steps back to A,19.
The silver man stabs at the construct and steps back to C,19.
Silfir's poison save, not sure if it still applies with synth gone. Made it anyway.
Silfir's poison save, 1d20+1 not sure if it still applies with synth gone. Made it anyway.
Silfr slumps to the ground after the stabbing.
Round 10, init 2
Silfr bleeds from his wounds.
Round 10, Init 10
Glimmil holds back his tears, wiping them with the back of his hand as he stands dumb-founded as the machine turns on the bad-men.
Did... it listen?
Seeing Silfr collapse to the ground, he boldly stepped forward feeling a surge of luck at his heels, while swinging his axe at pale-nose.
Round 11 Initiative 25
HP = 10/10
AC = 13
Weapon Equipped = Greatsword
Oracle Spells Left (CL 1, +4 melee touch, +0 ranged touch):
1 (3) Divine Favor, Shield of Faith, Cure Light Wounds
Status Effects = None
"We must drive them off and rescue Atol."
I hope
Dyrant pulls out a scroll and steps 5' back.
"Try to stay invisible until I can finish with this spellprayer, won't you?" Dyrant says in a calm and confident voice.
Reading from the spellprayer, "A noble embiggens the smallest man, so too shall St. Cuthbert...". Dyrant continues to recite. You get the feeling this may take a while.
Cast Enlarge Person.
Round 11, init 2
Silfr's bleeding slows.
Was in class. :-(
---19-------20-------21---22------23
A-S2----Finneas
B-Atol---Glimmil--Silfir
C-S1---
D--------Construct----------Dyrant
S2 is pale nose
S1 is silver
Moves to follow.
Round 12, Init 11
Finneas's anger and frustration boil over and he cuts down the pale nosed man with a brutal swing.
The construct swings at the silver man but misses.
The silver man stabs at the construct, but its rapier bounces off the metal. He then steps back into the darkness at B,18.
Round 11, Init 10
Glimmil continues to square off with the pale-nosed creature that fatally wounded Atol and Silfr by swinging his axe angrily at his adversaries.
We have a chance now, if Garl would only help me smite this evil do-badder down!
Round 12, Init 23
On his turn, Dyrant will finish reading the spellprayer targeting Finneas with the effect.
"Finneas, will you accept the embiggening of St. Cuthbert? Will you accept St. Cuthbert's power to drive his enemies before thee?"
(DC 15 Fort save to negate.)
Dyrant will then move to B21 and ready to help Old Man Silfr back to his feet.
Round 12 Initiative 25
HP = 10/10
AC = 13
Weapon Equipped = Greatsword
Oracle Spells Left (CL 1, +4 melee touch, +0 ranged touch):
1 (2) Divine Favor, Shield of Faith, Cure Light Wounds
Status Effects = None
Round 11, Init 10
Glimmil continues to square off with the pale-nosed creature that fatally wounded Atol and Silfr by swinging his axe angrily at his adversaries.
Finneas "cut down" as in took him below 0.
Now, Round 12, Init 11
The construct stands there, gears whirring & spinning madly.
The silver man steps from the invisibility on top of the bleeding out pale nosed man in A19 and tries to stab Glimmil, but it bounces off his armor.
Round 12
Glimmil = 10 -
Silfir = 2 - Down, but stable at -3 (not that anyone would know that)
Atol = 1 - Healed, but at -1 I believe
Round 13
Finneas = 25 -
Dyrant = 23 -
Also, Finneas, you'll find the construct to be an ally now and you can move through his space.
Round 12, Init 10
Glimmil continues to swing angrily at the group's adversaries in a gnomish feral rage, punctuating each axe swing with an "eee", "ehh", "eee" rhythm of yelps.
In between "eee"s and "ehh"s, Glimmil gets a couple words of the following question out.
"Robot, do you speak Gnome?"
"Can you help us defeat this evil silver-man?"
"I promise to fix all the scratches and dents we caused."
On his next turn, Dyrant will touch Silfr and offer him the healing power of St. Cuthbert.
Healing
And return his scroll to his scroll case.
Atol's Mom's Status:
AC: 13
HP: 6/7
Weapon Equipped = Xbow
Blessing of St. Cuthbert (+2 AC/Saves) = Glim
Healing Touched Today = Finn, Glim, Silfr
That appears correct. I can only find damage to you from the sonic attack which was not a to-hit roll vs. AC.
Round 12, Initiative 1, Location B 19
Current Strength: 8 (-2 from poison)
Weapon Equipped = Cudgel
Channel Energy Left: 4/7
Resistant Touch Left: 8/8
Strength Surge Left: 5/8
Cleric Spells Remaining:
0) Guidance, Light, Stabilize
1) Bless, Command
"Not now mom, I want to sleep some more..."
Atol rolls over and goes back to bed at -2 hp.
That appears correct. I can only find damage to you from the sonic attack which was not a to-hit roll vs. AC.
And, you never failed a save which also would have ended it.
Round 13 Initiative 25
HP = 10/10
AC = 12
Weapon Equipped = Greatsword
Oracle Spells Left (CL 1, +4 melee touch, +0 ranged touch):
1 (1) Divine Favor, Shield of Faith, Cure Light Wounds
Status Effects = Enlarged
This is, ah ceiling, interesting. I thought I was tall before. Hopefully I don't hit anybody with this sword. Except that silver man of course, let's see how he likes my new form.
Well that hasn't changed at least
Round 13, Init 11
The construct wobbles forward to B,18 disappearing past the wall of invisibility. A spiked arm comes out of the empty space and swings wildly over the silver man.
The silver man stabs at Glimmil, but St. Cuthbert still protects him.
The silver man then steps back 5' to A,18
The pale nose man bleeds.
-last round
-this round
Round 13
Glimmil = 10 - Might want to consider a new deity.
Silfir = 2 - Should be up now after healing by Dyrant last round.
Atol = 1 - Healed, but still in the negatives
Round 14
Finneas = 25 -
Dyrant = 23 -
Round 13, Init 10
Glimmil shakes his axe, like a wizard might shake a wand that has run out of charges to eke out a single last spell.
He then steps up to swing as the silver-man.
I know! It's this poison running through my veins.... So weak...
Round 14 Initiative 25
HP = 10/10
AC = 12
Weapon Equipped = Greatsword
Oracle Spells Left (CL 1, +4 melee touch, +0 ranged touch):
1 (1) Divine Favor, Shield of Faith, Cure Light Wounds
Status Effects = Enlarged (Round 2)
Round Infinity, Initiative "Whifftastic"
Dyrant will move to C18 and reach out and give Atol a little shot of St. Angel's healing.
healing
Round 14, Initiative 1, Location B 19
Current Strength: 8 (-2 from poison)
Weapon Equipped = Cudgel
Channel Energy Left: 4/7
Resistant Touch Left: 8/8
Strength Surge Left: 5/8
Cleric Spells Remaining:
0) Guidance, Light, Stabilize
1) Bless, Command
Oh dear. How long was I out? The combat is still going! Blood everywhere! Dear Cuthbert protect us!
He looks up warmly at Dyrant. "Thank you good man. Truly the power of Cuthbert flows strongly in you!"
Given his location Atol decides to Channel Energy rather than absorb an attack of opportunity. The channel heals all wounded allies hit points. Atol is careful to exclude the three known opponents.
Feeling completely all-too-hidden by the invisibility bubble, Dyrant smiles a bit as Atol's eyes open. "Of course, Atol. We have children to find and I need you."
Feeling completely all-too-hidden by the invisibility bubble, Dyrant smiles a bit as Atol's eyes open. "Of course, Atol. We have children to find and I need you."
Holy Cudgel he needs me! I AM a valuable part of this team! Time to show them what Cuthbert can do in a pinch...
Round 14, Init 11
The construct hums in a sickly and inconsistent sort of way and focuses its cylinder on the silver man. There is a sputter and the the silver man takes a point of damage. It might have actually been the sound, or it could have been the sheer ridiculousness of the event, but the silver man is stunned and drops his rapier staring into space.
Round 14
Glimmil = 10 - I'm assuming is in A,19
Silfir = 2 - I see I skipped him. So he actually has two rounds of actions--one with the silver man alert and one with him stunned. (I'm not willing to repost this madness).
Atol = 1 - Channeled already in above post
Round 15
Finneas = 25 -
Dyrant = 23 -
Silfr, despite his brush with death, is ready to crawl back into action once healed and awake.
Round 14, init 2
Standing, Silfr will summon a celestial combatant into square A, 20 and command it to attack the silver man S2. A glowing silver doberman dog
Smite Bite +2
Round 15, init 2
The summoned creature will repeat the action while Silfr looks around and takes stock of the situation.
Second Smite Bite +2
Perception +4
Round 14 Init 10
Perhaps if I invoke the name of the Sparkling With aloud?
"By the power of Garl Glimmergold!" Glimmil shouts boldly as he brings the axe around yet another time. His body aches with prolonged exertion and the poison still lingering.
Round 15, init 2
The summoned creature will repeat the action while Silfr looks around and takes stock of the situation.
Second Smite Bite +2 1d20 +2; 1d4 +2
With the silver man stunned, he is an easy target for Silfir's dog. The doberman jumps up and tears at the silver man's neck and comes down with both bits of cloak and flesh. The silver man falls to the ground.
The silver man will stabilize on his own.
The small one explodes in a flash of light unless someone stops it.
We are out of initiative.
Dyrant will help Atol to his feet before looking around at the blood stained room.
That was quite the battle...I think we made it much harder than it should have been.
Dyrant, as long as the construct is docile, will begin to examine it closely, even taking out a sheet of parchment to sketch the design.
"Glim, can you read these runes? What do they say?"
Sweat dripping from his brow, Glimmil turns to face the machine.
"I am Glimmil Cobwaddle," he introduces himself with a bow, the words sounding nearly identical in Common and Gnomish.
The gnome waits patiently for the machine to respond in kind.
"Thanks for the help Dyrant."
"oh my. oh my. That was quite a battle. Is anyone still hurt? I have healing left to offer and we should be as fresh as we can just in case. Anyone?"
Atol checks his allies for injury and gathers his cudgel from the ground.
"I think I should destroy it while I'm still large. If it stands there I should be able to kill it in one shot."
Sweat dripping from his brow, Glimmil turns to face the machine."I am Glimmil Cobwaddle," he introduces himself with a bow, the words sounding nearly identical in Common and Gnomish.
The gnome waits patiently for the machine to respond in kind.
The machine has no response and no markings or runes that would give you an indication as to how to proceed.
Dyrant examines the machine and finds damage due to age, older battles, and today's battle. Pieces everywhere are missing or broken. It is quite surprising that it is even standing.
Glimmil coughs and clears his throat and speaks to the machine, in Gnomish, again.
"Ahem. I'm Glimmil Cobwaddle. Tell me your name?"
I hope it doesn't attack and kill all of us.
"Ahem. I'm Glimmil Cobwaddle. Tell me your name?"
**silence**
Glimmil coughs again and fidgets nervously while glancing at the others.
"Errmmm... Sit?"
"It's not going to answer you Glim, it doesn't have a mouth. Everybody clear out and I'll smash it!"
Glimmil coughs again and fidgets nervously while glancing at the others.** spoiler omitted **
It bends its four legs and lowers its cylindrical body to the ground.
Finneas's sword clanks hard against the metal. There is an awkward silence aside from the ringing in your ears.
Dyrant cowers as the blade comes down, destroying this artifact of pure gnomish ingenuity.
"NOOOO! I was skill sketching!"
Dyrant quick scrambles back to check on the ruins.
Dyrant breathes deeply while trying to maintain his composure.
"Dammit! I need a bit more time with it."
Dyrant will return to his examination, now more anxious to poke and prod at it as he diagrams and sketches the thing.
Knowledge (arcana) while examining, even venturing now to try to peal off pieces of shell to see the insides
Silfr pats his summoned creature, The Dying Doberman, for being such an effective combatant. It follows after him as he explores the room, leaving little silver footprints that soon fade from view.
Perception +4
1d20+8 Knowledge (arcana) while examining, even venturing now to try to peal off pieces of shell to see the insides
If I wasn't clear. Finneas' did not pierce what remains of its hard shell.
There is no need to peal off pieces. At this point there are several pieces missing as well as the two large gashes in it from today's battle. You recall that constructs have been made to server numerous purposes over the centuries including digging tunnels. Constructs are not intelligent, but can be created to follow simple verbal instructions.
Peering inside you can see a deep blue spinel “heart” and a 5-inch-long steel rod with a rune engraved on one end and notches carved into the other. Glimmil can tell you the rune is an "A".
As Finneas sword bounces off the hard outer shell of the creature, Glimmil frowns.
"I... I... think it might be listening?"
The gnome tries giving it another command.
Gnomish: "Stand up and guard that cave there against silver-skinned or pale-nosed men."
Peering inside you can see a deep blue spinel “heart” and a 5-inch-long steel rod with a rune engraved on one end and notches carved into the other. Glimmil can tell you the rune is an "A".
"Sweet! Glim, is this another key!?"
Dyrant will hold the rod for all to see, evening passing it off so he can watch and continue to sketch the construct.
Dyrant will spend a few moments to look at the spinel at its heart.
Glimmil contemplates misinforming Dyrant that the key isn't really an "A" rune but is in fact a "D" rune, just to see what the outcome of using the wrong letter in a door might lead to.
Garl Glimmergold did favor heroes who came up with clever tricks.
His gnomish mind dances with thoughts of confetti spraying all over Dyrant as a mechanical flower slides out and squirts water onto his robes.
Then his gnomish mind blurs and reminds him of Silfr bouncing around in a spiked pit thirty feet below ground.
He shakes it off.
Clever tricks are for enemies, not friends!
"Yes... I believe it's a de- ... err, 'A' rune."
He nods at Dyrant.
"You should go try it in the nearest "A" door!"
It would be good for the tired man to contribute something!
"Yes... I believe it's a de- ... err, 'A' rune."He nods at Dyrant.
"You should go try it in the nearest "A" door!"
It would be good for the tired man to contribute something!
"As I am sure we all recall, there have been three doors with this rune. One which we found propped open, one adjacent to the pit trap, and one at the end of the large hall to the south."
"Then we can lock these creatures in. If they had the keys they wouldn't need the tunnels. If we are going to press on, which door do we choose?"
I need to redeem myself after this showing.
Glimmil contemplates misinforming Dyrant that the key isn't really an "A" rune but is in fact a "D" rune, just to see what the outcome of using the wrong letter in a door might lead to.
Garl Glimmergold did favor heroes who came up with clever tricks.
His gnomish mind dances with thoughts of confetti spraying all over Dyrant as a mechanical flower slides out and squirts water onto his robes.
Then his gnomish mind blurs and reminds him of Silfr bouncing around in a spiked pit thirty feet below ground.
He shakes it off.
Clever tricks are for enemies, not friends!
Gnomish: "Stand up and guard that cave there against silver-skinned or pale-nosed men."
The construct follows your instructions.
Dyrant will hold the rod for all to see, evening passing it off so he can watch and continue to sketch the construct.
Dyrant reaches inside the construct and pulls at the key. It's connected loosely to something, but Dyrant is able to yank it out along with a few gears. The construct shudders (losing 1 HP).