The Keg yells at Ben, "Move it, Copperbutts!" and shoves one of the beds in front of the door.
Depending on actions left he raises his shield.
The Keg runs up to the door and jams his rapier into the crack of the door, trying to wedge it shut
Depending on actions left, he draws a club.
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Hit Points 17/19
Spell Points 4/4
Hero Points 1/3
Resonance 0/0
Rest and Prepare
Medium, 5 ft. Space, 5 ft. Reach
Dwarf, Good, Humanoid
Speed 20 ft.
Perception +2 Trained
AC 12 TAC 12
Fort +4 Trained
Ref +2 Trained
Will +3 E?
"I don't have it!"
Ben moves out of the Keg's way and deeper into the room, reloading his crossbow.
Rodi withdraws, limping backwards from the metal man!
Ben tries to hold on but the door handle is ripped away from the old, brittle wood of the door. The goblins on the other side, surprised by their sudden and immediate success, fall backwards over each other. Ben retreats to the far corner and reloads.
Mikos runs over to aid Rodi against the automaton, stabbing twice. One strike deflects off its armor, but the follow-up snaps something elastic inside. Clanky twitches violently, one arm flailing uncontrollably as sparks fly from its head.
The Keg, too late to block the door, throws up one of the makeshift cots to provide a temporary barricade, then draws his club.
Rodi withdraws, but stays within the dim edge of Mikos's sunrod.
On the north side, the goblins untangle themselves and stand, then start climbing over the upended cot. The first one over cackles at it lands beside The Keg. "Fress dorf fer supper!"
Clanky makes some rough clanking noises and regains control of its limbs. It winds up again and punches Mikos.
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"Drop the sticker, longshanks!" the goblin shaman shrieks, pointing at Mikos.
Mikos sees black spots after the punchy contraption nearly knocks him out.
"Damned-!" Mikos curses as his hand involuntarily twitches and he drops his blade. He staggers back, knocking over a cot, and draws his rapier.
"Magic it back, Ben!"
Rodi gulps. "I don't think a war on two fronts is supposed to be a good idea, Mikos! Maybe we ought to retreat?"
"Retreat where Rodi. All the doors are stuffed with goblin trash."
The Keg casts heal as a ranged action on Mikod and the swings his club at the nearby goblin.
Mikos' head clears immediately and an ugly bruise disappears at Kegs insistence. "Cheers again, Keg." he offers on thanks.
"Falling back ain't a bad plan, Rodi. If Ben can slow that machine, maybe we can cut down the goblins on our flank quickly."
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Hit Points 17/19
Spell Points 4/4
Hero Points 1/3
Resonance 0/0
Rest and Prepare
Medium, 5 ft. Space, 5 ft. Reach
Dwarf, Good, Humanoid
Speed 20 ft.
Perception +2 Trained
AC 12 TAC 12
Fort +4 Trained
Ref +2 Trained
Will +3 E?
"I'll see what I can do."
Ben fires a magic missile into the clanker.
Ben recites an extended spell, casting three flickering force missiles at Clanky. They slam into the automaton, blasting off bits and chunks of plating and makeshift parts. Clanky begins to make an unhealthy buzzing sound.
Mikos falls back a few steps and draws his rapier. The Keg
casts a quick healing spell for the human warrior before bashing the near goblin over the head with his club. The goblin staggers and flops to the floor, senseless.
Rodi hangs back, unsure where to engage... or flee.
On the north side, a second goblin scrambles over the barrier, kicking over his fallen comrade while he swings at Keg with his dogslicer.
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The third goblin comes over next, shoving past and trying to regain her balance on the rubble-strewn floor.
To the south, Clanky stands still, limbs and head twitching in random spasms as more sparks fly from its head and torso. "Clanky, attack. Attack!" he goblin shaman screeches to no effect. The shaman curses and calls upon Lamashtu again then draws a falchion from his back.
Mikos laughs out loud. "Ha! Ha! That will do, Ben. Sticking with the plan, Rodi. Let's even the odds for the Keg." Mikos strides back and jabs at the nearest goblin.
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Rodi grins suddenly. "Plan on! Stab the greenskins!" Rodi scrambles back and hops over a bed to stab at the goblin attacking stout Keg.
for damage!
for damage!
The Keg heals himself with his last channel, , raises his shield and swings again with his club.
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Hit Points 17/19
Spell Points 4/4
Hero Points 1/3
Resonance 0/0
Rest and Prepare
Medium, 5 ft. Space, 5 ft. Reach
Dwarf, Good, Humanoid
Speed 20 ft.
Perception +2 Trained
AC 12 TAC 12
Fort +4 Trained
Ref +2 Trained
Will +3 E?
SPELLS
Acid Splash Unlimited Usage Spell Roll +5
Detect Magic Unlimited Usage Spell Roll +5
Disrupt Undead(DC 15) Unlimited Usage Spell Roll +5
Read Aura Unlimited Usage Spell Roll +5
Tanglefoot Unlimited Usage Spell Roll +5
Grease (DC 15) Memorized x1 Spell Roll +5
Summon Monster Memorized x1 Spell Roll +5
Augment Summoning Cast 4 Pool Left Spell Roll +5
Ben attempts to slow the shaman down while the rest of the group mops up the goblins.
Ben casts a sticky glob at the shaman but it sails a few inches over the goblin's head.
Mikos laughs and spins back, driving his rapier straight through the heart of the goblin by the barricade. She silently collapses into the rubble.
Rodi scrambles over to aid The Keg, attacking the last goblin, but off balance. The goblin nimbly lurches out of the way.
The Keg heals himself and swings the club, nearly losing his grip while missing high.
The goblin continues to cackle, slashing again at the Keg.
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Clanky starts forward with jerking steps, following after Mikos. The automaton emits a rough buzzing, growing steadily louder. It swings wildly at Mikos... then suddenly explodes in a blast of sparks and chunks of parts.
"Clanky! Nooo!" the shaman screams. He rushes into the room, slashing his falchion at Ben in a sweeping arc.
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Mikos manages to duck beneath most of the flying parts. "I've really had it with these goblins. Let's wrap it up." He strides up and attacks the shaman.
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"Whoa! Exploding man!"
Rodi continues his campaign against the goblin!
for damage!
for damage!
for damage!
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Hit Points 5/19
Spell Points 4/4
Hero Points 1/3
Resonance 0/0
Rest and Prepare
Medium, 5 ft. Space, 5 ft. Reach
Dwarf, Good, Humanoid
Speed 20 ft.
Perception +2 Trained
AC 12 TAC 12
Fort +4 Trained
Ref +2 Trained
Will +3 E?
SPELLS
Acid Splash Unlimited Usage Spell Roll +5
Detect Magic Unlimited Usage Spell Roll +5
Disrupt Undead(DC 15) Unlimited Usage Spell Roll +5
Read Aura Unlimited Usage Spell Roll +5
Tanglefoot Unlimited Usage Spell Roll +5
Grease (DC 15) Memorized x1 Spell Roll +5
Summon Monster Memorized x1 Spell Roll +5
Augment Summoning Cast 4 Pool Left Spell Roll +5
Ben scrambles away from the shaman and attempts to tangle it again.
Keep swinging.
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Raise shield.
Ben backs away and casts another tanglefoot vine at the shaman, this time hitting. The sticky vine wraps around the goblin's limbs, slowing it down.
Mikos strides over the remains of Clanky and stabs at the shaman, landing one wound.
The Keg smacks the goblin with his club, dazing it enough to smash its head with a quick back swing.
Not to get left in the dark again, Rodi follows Mikos and his light, moving to stab at the shaman. He manages one good hit, but the goblin blocks next strike.
The shaman lays into Mikos with his falchion. He screams in joy as he cuts the man deep. "Die longshanks! Revenge for Clanky!"
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Mikos explodes. Not really, but his mind is blown as the goblin gets in a lucky swing that hacks into his side through armor and flesh. He falls unconscious in shock.
The Keg moves to Mikos and casts stabilize.
Rodi's eyes go wide. "IS THAT HUMAN INSIDES LOOK LIKE? COOL!!"
Still he stabs!
for damage!
for damage!
for damage!
The Keg sees Mikos is Ok and leaps over his body rushing the shaman with his club.
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Hit Points 5/19
Spell Points 4/4
Hero Points 1/3
Resonance 0/0
Rest and Prepare
Medium, 5 ft. Space, 5 ft. Reach
Dwarf, Good, Humanoid
Speed 20 ft.
Perception +2 Trained
AC 12 TAC 12
Fort +4 Trained
Ref +2 Trained
Will +3 E?
SPELLS
Acid Splash Unlimited Usage Spell Roll +5
Detect Magic Unlimited Usage Spell Roll +5
Disrupt Undead(DC 15) Unlimited Usage Spell Roll +5
Read Aura Unlimited Usage Spell Roll +5
Tanglefoot Unlimited Usage Spell Roll +5
Grease (DC 15) Memorized x1 Spell Roll +5
Summon Monster Memorized x1 Spell Roll +5
Augment Summoning Cast 4 Pool Left Spell Roll +5
Having slowed the shaman, Ben fires again with his crossbow.
Ben fires a bolt at the shaman, missing wide.
Mikos groans in pain.
The Keg jumps over the bodies to swing at the shaman, but trips up on a piece of rubble.
Rodi keeps pressing the goblin, stabbing rapidly. The shaman dodges and parries effectively, but still Rodi slips his blade through and draws some blood.
Skizzertz continues screaming in a keening wail, calling out for Lamashtu's blessing as he turns his falchion on to Rodi.
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Mikos' eyes flutter open and he grimaces in pain. Rolling under the cot to take cover, he leaves his sunrod and rapier behind as he crawls behind Keg.
Rodi's eyes narrow. "What will it take for you to die already?!?" He stabs again and again and again!
for damage!
for damage!
for damage!
The Keg swings, shield at the ready, laughing uproariously at Rodi's outburst.
The Keg swings his club haphazardly, laughing in the face of the goblin's keening. It provides just enough distraction -- Rodi strikes true, piercing Skizzertz through the neck. The shaman gasps, cutting his screaming short, then slips to the floor.
You are able to search the rest of the room and the goblin bodies. Among the six sets of goblin leather armor, dogslicers and shortbows, you collect 36 copper, and 95 silver. Skizzertz carried an expert quality falchion, leather armor and a wand. The automaton remains of Clanky -- an arm, leg and its head -- appear to have some esoteric value, perhaps for a collector of odd curios.
Mikos gingerly stands with his hand pressed against the gash in his side. He recovers his blades and sunrod and scowls as he cuts off his usual goblin trophies. "I didn't think you had it in you, Rodi. Well done. That makes fourteen goblins killed. That's a good days work. I think I'm done for now. I imagine that the Keg is tapped as far as healing."
You can see into the next room from which Skizzertz and Clanky emerged. This curving hall has been badly damaged, but there are intact doors to the east and south, as well as a large double-door leading north towards the core of the tower. The eastern door is ajar, revealing what appears to be a kitchen or laboratory beyond.
The southwest corner of the room has collapsed in a mound of green glass rubble, but a tunnel runs down through the debris, shored up with rough timbers.
The tower is quiet.
"Oi, lemme see those cuts and bruises, lads."
The Keg busts out his medicine kit and treats wounds.
; success!; Everyone heals their Con bonus X Keg's level in HPs.
Mikos tests the bandage wrapped around his wound. "That'll keep me together enough to move around, but I'm out of combat without a little magical mending." He shoves the dead goblin priest with his foot grimacing at the twinge in his side. "Only thing worse than goblins are demon-worshipping goblins. That one might have had some demon in it. Hit hard enough. You think it was the leader here?"
"Can you tell if any of this stuff is magical, Ben?"
"Unless this here wand is a healing wand, we gathering up goblin ears and headed back for our bounty and some rest. Need to replace me shield as well?", the dwarf holds up the battered and broken thing on his arm.
Contrary to his own suggestions, Bruno peeks his head into the kitchen/laboratory to see if there's anything of interest there.
"Course, iffun we cleared all the gobbies out, mebbe we should loot them now and cash in on our trip back into town?"
While the Keg is administering first aid, Ben identifies the wand as a wand of heal. He hands it over to the Keg.
So, 3 bursts gives us 12 hps each. And if we want to spend 10 more minutes for another medicine check ...
... everyone gains their con modifier back as well.
Should be enough to finish this level?
Mikos burps loudly as Keg's sudsy healing rises up through him. "Well, that's better." He lifts his mail shirt to inspect the red welt that runs over the path of the horrible gash. "How long is it going to itch? OK, I can swing a sword without springing a leak now. Let's see if there's anything of value in that lab anyway." He tosses the metal head and arm in his backpack for good measure.
After a short rest and healing, you search the nearby rooms. You encounter no other goblins.
This curving room is a good-sized kitchen, complete with decaying tables, cupboards, and bins. One newer table has what seems like a child’s laboratory set up, with broken cups standing in for beakers. This appears to be where the shaman Skizzertz was working on Clanky.
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Two tables with benches lie scattered around this mess hall. Decaying food of an indescribable nature sits on the tables. The hindquarters of a mangy coyote appear to be the most recent feast.
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A plush, human-sized bed stands in this chamber, along with a table holding a bone scroll tube and jars filled with eyeballs, claws, and teeth. Various automaton parts lie scattered around.
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Stairs wind upward to the right, circling around a glowing wall of semi-translucent green stone. It seems the Azlanti tower was built around a core of some other material — a spire within a spire.
"Anything of interest here, wizard?"
The Keg roots around for any booze or drink of some sort.
The Keg checks under the bed and looks around the jars, being sure to grab the scroll tube and check whats in it.
"Eh, now there are still those doors from the central hallway. You guys up for seeing what the goblins were keeping in ... or keeping out?"
Mikos gives a few trial swings to the falchion and the peers at it ambivalently. "Huh, a bit heavier and not as balanced as an Aldori blade, but it does appear well made. I'll give it a try. Anyone want my shortsword? I'll keep my rapier as back up."
At Keg's query, Mikos shrugs. "I wouldn't generally put much faith in goblin judgement, but if something says 'DANGER!', I tend to believe it."
Mikos gazes up the stairs and turns to the dwarves, who might have a little more knowledge of construction. "How many stories do you think the tower has? Any chance we got all the goblins or are there more upstairs?"
'Rodi, you might need to hold onto the sunrod, I'll need both hands for this falchion. Don't you run off though."
The Keg looks at the goblin sign contemplatively. "Yeah, but they may consider dwarf prisoners to be dangerous n ya know?"