Azrael fully separates the spiderbot in two, scattering copper and steel across the room.
Bot 3 fires once more with it's signature *FWIP*
Abel flips and secures Bot 4.
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Round 5
Lanliss
Abel
Bot 3, Bot 4
Seraphina
Gwynn
Bot 5
Azrael
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Dodging the bolt fired at her, Serephina kept her spell running.
Gwynn does a shoot bang with the magic enhancement she would have destroyed her target with had she remembered she had it.
Bot the fifth is destroyed.
Azrael punctures the center of the bot. Shrieking scraping metal gives the sign of "malfunction."
As Abel's target is now alone, it can be safely assumed to be dismantled over the next few minutes.
Combat over and nobody died this time!
The mildly annoying robots have been dispatched, though the gate yet remains closed. The Party is currently bunched up in the room with the green lever. It's cramped in here.
Serephina whistled, looking at the robo-carnage. "OK, who needs some life restored? I don't want to pull the next leaver and discover more mechanical doom unless we're up to snuff."
Well... Gwynn said, exhaling and leaning against the wall. That's over with. She said. She holstered her pistol and kept her arms close to each other. Now that all was said and done and stabbed and shot, she noticed just how claustrophobic this whole situation was.
Oh, my. That was a... frustrating affair, to say the least. Lanliss raises a hand at Seraphinas offer. Me please.
I'm unharmed, after we rest I believe we should pull the other lever.
Serephina nodded, and decided to use Channel Energy to heal everyone. Excluding the robots. She didn't think she could heal them, but...better safe than sorry.
Who dares venture forth across the hall to pull the lever? Keeping in mind the axes are definitely primed for swingin'.
Abel goes to pull the lever, though very cautiously.
Abel vaults the floor plates with great form, and nary an axe in sight.
The rusted lever pulls smoothly as if it never saw a period of disuse. Surely enough, the rusted portcullis rises from its position allowing passage through to the end of the hallway. The remaining half of the way looks positively dull. Until that strange metal groaning is heard from above once more, almost immediately after the gate is raised. This time it sounds almost like... shouting. Through a radio.
"Can traps be activated by radio signal?" Serehina asked, looked at the others.
Gwynn held her hands together, feeling tense, watching. I'm not sure. Tech really isn't my thing, I'm afraid.
Lanliss nods his thanks to Seraphina. Anyone hear what the radio is saying? Lanliss strains his ears and tries to find out.
Hmm... I wonder if I can hear anything. Gwynn thought, touching her fingers to one of her pointed ears.
Such an interesting device, i have spent far to much time in the wilds. what does it do?
"Something feels... wrong."
A trap? They are speaking Common. Maybe it is triggered by a phrase? Lanliss tiptoes behind Azrael.
As the party progresses down the hallway, leaving every metaphorical stone unturned, they hear the familiar hum of electrical lighting. another staircase goes by. Another hallway comes into view. This seems to be the only one not identical to the others. The hall is narrower there is no staircase at the other end, and from the sight of the place outside, this ceiling could stand to go quite a bit higher. There may be an attic.
What do?
Eery. Grynn aggreed with her feathered companion, biting the insides of her cheeks.
Alright blokes... Who wants to go first? She asked, staring down the halls.
I will follow behind him then, as backup
Lanliss takes up the next position. A folded staircase, you say? Then we're looking for a recess of some sort. He peers around the hall, focusing on the ceiling especially.
Serephina shrugged, and moved behind the others. "If a rock comes down and squishes us in a row, I will be very disappointed with all our life choices." Still, with Azrael still hurt despite the Channel, if a trap went off he might need her close by.
Azrael's eyes glaze over for a second, allowing him to see pretty much nothing, Abel finds that there is no recess or trap door in the ceiling, at least not in the hallway. Lanliss' keen perceptive skills catch sight of the ring dangling from the inside of the room to the left of the staircase. And the tripwire in the doorway. This one once again hidden under papery detritus. There's no actual door here anymore it seems.
Don't move. Lanliss points out the tripwire, then the ring. That could be a thing you pull to get to the folded stairs. Knowing this place, pulling it will trigger a cannon to fire at us. He stays silent for a minute, then says What if we break through the ceiling?
Gwynn followed in close, nodding for her feathered companion not to fall behind.
Cannon? I don't like cannons. Gwynn said. I can take a look at it and try to disarm it. She suggested, sliding forth, taking a look, and holding her breath.
A skilled touch lets gwynn snip the wire, disarming it handly.
Gwynn smiles, stepping back. Hah! We're not dead. She said with a humming lilt. Now what do we wanna do?
You don't know what's going to happen! What if the cannon has stealth training? Lanliss says with a smile. Look inside the room for any traps on the way to the attic entrance. And check the entrance itself.
No traps seem visible on the doorway or in the room itself. Simply the tantalizing, oh so close, shiny red ring dangling down from the small, square wooden trap door recessed into the ceiling.
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"Enough mumbling and waiting, we have a duty..." says the paladin as he swaps his scythe to hold it with one hand and the shaft resting on his shoulder.
Azrael then turns to the others with a dmile and says "Have faith and be strong, we will return victorious today." before grabbing the ring and opening the trap door.
Rushing leads to a quick death young one, That said we should move. Keep your eyes open for traps and tricks.
"Onwards and upwards," Serephina replied cheerfully. And hoping nothing exploded.
Azrael pulls the trap door, as the stairs unfold, a horrible metallic shrieking noise emanates loudly from seemingly the entire room. The deafening sound tears through the ear drums of the party.
Lanliss clutches his ears, but he can't get rid of the ringing. He stumbles around, shaken and disoriented.
Ack! Spoke to soon! Gwynn yelped out, first things first, reaching for her pistol and arming it.
Serephina, somewhat towards the back, winced and shook her head at the noise but didn't fall prey to its more negative effects. "What on Earth could make such a racket?"