The yellowish-green ammunition strikes its target dead-on. With a mere several more hours worth of fiery effort and elbow grease, Lanliss may just burn halfway through one of these two mystery bars.
Something to test out next time some fool with a soul is shooting at us. She said to Kek'ra. I bet you're a genuine 'ol poltergheist in combat.
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The paladin rests his weight on the left wall as he inspects the suspicious bars. "Mmmh... those appear to be detached from the ceiling, some manner of trap. Whatever is holding them stops the bars from slamming our heads... look for a tripping wire or pressure trigger." he says before kneeling and tapping the floor in front of him with the shaft of his scythe.
I actually hit something this time. I mean, it didn't do anything, but baby steps, right?
Serephina dropped her eyes to floor, looking for whatever would trigger the trap.
Lanliss tries to do the same thing as Azrael, tapping the ground with the butt of his rifle.
As Azrael advances and Lanliss probes the floor for triggers to the log trap, a snap is heard.
The bars creak and shriek as they come crashing down over Lanliss and Azrael! After they land on the floor with an uneven thud, it becomes clear these beams are only the bottom to a makeshift set of portcullises-Really? The plural is portcullises? That feels weird. Also after they land, two large axes fall from the ceilings in the rooms beside the party, one from each side headed straight for center mass to each of the brave party members caught. Behind the ax heads drop two small mechanical balls that whir to life in the rooms themselves.
Lanliss is thrown forward into the space. He picks himself up and dusts himself off. Oh come on! It feels like I was so close!
"Whoops," Serephina said with a wince. "Do you guys need a hand?"
sighing aloud, are you guys okay? Do you need help?
Gwynn lets out a triplicate of strong curses. Y'okay? She asked.
The axes momentum helps swing them back into the ceiling with the quiet sound of a latch closing. The metal balls begin to take a more spider-like shape, as multiple legs sprout from the bottom. One of the mechanical menaces stands in each room beside the trapped Lanliss.
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Initiative Round 1
Lanliss
Gwynn
Azrael
Abel
Spiderball 1
Seraphina
Spiderball 2
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[Dice=Kn Engineering] 1d20 + 7 ;
The paladin clenches his teeth and dashes towards the leftmost spiderthingballbot. He knows the blades might be self-arming, but he cannot step back and let the wizard be at the front.
"Move back Lanliss, quick!" he says as his scythe spins towards the spiderball.
[Dice=Power Attack + Charge] 1d20 + 7 + 2 ;
[Dice=Confirming] 1d20 + 7 + 2;[Dice=Damage] 2d4 + 7 ;
[Dice=If crit add] 6d4 + 21 ;
They are not immune to critical hits. They are robots, not constructs. You can get two more details if you'd like.
The spiderbots are autonomous, built to be able to follow mildly complex orders such as identifying ores found in their usual habitats,
or searching depths and bringing readings of the air back. These ones instead, seem to have been programmed to guard this immediate area.
"Off with their metaphorical heads" declares Azrael, as he cleaves straight through two of the crude, yet durable iron bars that the barrier is composed of. It looks like people can fit through one at a time fairly easily.
Lanliss looks at both of the robots. His eyes widen, and he tries to look for an opening in the portcullis. Confident that his friends will help him get out, he prepares to book it as soon as a gap is made.
Lanliss prepares for a traditional Elven Charge.
Gwynn cocks the pistol in her hand, squints one eye, bites her tongue, and looses a shot on the first spiderball that she sees.
Gwynn's shot buries itself into the wooden frame of the door on it's way to the target.
Keep calm, we will suceed. Better to do a job right the first time.
Lanliss takes the opportunity to retreat to a better position to the rear as Abel offers words of wisdom.
The first spiderball makes its way out of the doorway in an attempt to chase it's intruder. A snap is heard once more as the axes sail through the air. Unfortunately, the blades aren't positioned low enough to catch the bot falling just shy of its dome as the thing skitters smoothly into view. It's mostly steel on the outside, with some copper visible on the inside of the legs. It looks like this will be a night of subtle noises as a faint *FWIP* is heard and a metal object blurs through the air. The small shrapnel shoots past Azrael and directly into Lanliss' brow. Luckily, the damage seems minor.
Serephina once again cast her spell, enhancing Abel, Gwynn and Azrael's offence to function as +1 Magic Weapons.
The other bot moves out as the trap again re-arms itself, and takes aim at the closest intruder, Azrael. The metal debris ricochets off the warriors shin armor.
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Round 2
Lanliss
Gwynn
Azrael
Abel
Spiderball 1
Seraphina
Spiderball 2
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The holy warrior brings the point of his blade down on his target 591-D3Rbot, the force rattles the tiny thing, but it still stands...
if possible i would appreciate some assistance, if this portcullis can be moved then we can get over and assist. Abel moves to attempt to lift.
Lanliss wipes away the blood from his brow. He then makes an obscene gesture at the robot. Then, he uses his wand to cast Mage Armor on Azrael.
Gwynn goes through the trouble of reloading her clumsy flintlock, taking aim and unleashing white-hot-lead upon the same enemy.
The elven mage draws power from his item and his clothing is reinforced with a sheen of energy.
Gwynn just about manages to avoid killing Azrael.
Abel finds that travel doesn't train arms well, and struggles to lift the dense portcullis.
The first spiderbot redirects its attention to the man who nearly smashed it, its sideways scrambling causes a high-pitched scraping on the floor as the mechanical nuisance backs into the doorway it came from. The noise hides the soft *Fwip* of the things attack.
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Round 2
Lanliss
Gwynn
Azrael
Abel
Spiderball 1
Seraphina
Spiderball 2
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Serephina continued her spell.
The as of yet unthreatened metal creature *Fwip*s at Azrael once more.
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Round 3
Lanliss
Gwynn
Azrael
Abel
Spiderball 1
Seraphina
Spiderball 2
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In a single fluid motion, Azrael removes his hand from his weapon's hilt and touches his forehead, chin and chest muttering a prayer "Oh Father, allow me to protect your children for another day." and grabs his scythe again.
Stepping forward, the paladin tries to finish the damaged bot.
"Find the trap's mechanism, there must be a way to stop it!"