Ruha quickly ducks and jabs. If the creatures weren't going to flee, she was going to at least try to avoid killing them. She attempts a non-lethal strike.
Zzvkgrogk reloads his gun, and moves back toward the door a little and delays.
Zzvkgrogk III Blend (TBA)
True Strike
Heightened Awareness
Shield
Can use craft (alchemy) to identify potions as if using Detect Magic
+2 competence bonus on Perception checks and on all Knowledge checks
Hits: 17/17
AC 18(16), touch 14 (+3 dex, +1 racial), flat-footed 13 (+2 armor, +1 racial)
Brown nanite hypogun charges: 7/10
Wand of Cure Light Wounds: 31/50
Radiation Detector (8/10 charges)
Mutagen: quaffed, (+4Dex. -2Wis, +2AC Natural, 30 minutes)
Laser Pistol (Charges): 10
Batteries 1 (used to charge Bulb Containment Field hopefully temporarily)
Batteries Charged): 10/12
Empty Battieries: 2 / 12
Zzvkgrogk Special: 5 / 6
"They've been fed. Someone saw to that, at least. Sanvil didn't get this far, so who do we have to thank for the welcoming committee?""Maybe more drone things!"
Zzvkgrogk remembers something. ”... also maybe a purple-haired woman…” Assuming it wasn't Pinky with a different dye job...
Focusing on the pink one, Rhoreen steals another good roll inspiration from the dog-like animal.
With another devastating swing, Yambul takes the thylacine in front leaving a single guardian in front of you.
Rūha tries to knock out the cerberus, and despite the punch is solid to the jaw, the marsupial looks back only more angry at her.
Meanwhile Zzvkgrogk reloads his gun while bringing memories of the encounter with the skulks a few days ago.
Chaance does something heroic!
Angry, the thylacine bites back at the Kasatha.
But stolen by Rhoreen it only kisses the dust in the ground.
AC = 17
HP = 22/22
Weapon Equipped = MW Longbow
Condition(s) = Water Breathing
Chaance does a quick headcount, as the thylacines fall, save one. She steps forward, and plinks twice at Pink, expecting to secure the room after the threats have been eliminated.
Chaance's first arrow leaves the animal groggy. The second arrow ends its life of shortage and scarcity. The last thylacite falls.
No one is injured and there is nothing of note on the room beyond the piles of metallic debris.
A thorough search of these piles only serves to steal your time, someone already took whatever was of minimal worth and there is only worthless scrap left.
There are four different sets of doors on the eastern wall. The central ones are from where the constant thundering sound is more audible.
A wider examination of the room reveals a collapsed corridor to the south-west, while to the north-west a different corridor slowly descends into the darkness.
Perception
Rhoreen casts Detect Magic and takes her time to look around the room in case there is something magical, rather than technical in the debris.
”Which way now?”
Yambul pokes around, though mostly he keeps watch - especially on the passage leading deeper in. Could be anything down there.
"Shall we check these doors first? I figure if we close 'em behind us, if there are more of these things, they shouldn't bother us."
When he's done searching, he'll move to the southern most door and, when the group is ready, opens it.
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Chaance steps from the lift, and takes a position which will cover all the doors, should something burst through. She's hopeful the thundering sound prevented their arrival from being heard, catfight and all.
"Take care, Yambul. It's only a matter of time before we encounter the kenneler."
Yambul passes his hand in front of the lateral panel and the door instantly reacts opening into a long corridor that curves to the south.
The lights blink making things very uncomfortable here and forcing the Foundry cook to produce his small light orb.
At the end of the corridor is yet a similar door.
Rhoreen takes a moment to glance down the hallway on the bottom.
Perception
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Zzvkgrogk quaffs heightened awareness (ginger beer coffee flavor). "Yuck, wow. That's just better plain. I won't make that mistake again."
He then pinches his nose shut.
”Bah, wouldn’t bother collecting any of this. ClockFather would only burn it anyway.”
As his eyes adjust to the ioun stone he nods ”Purple hair or drone before flame or technology… I guess we have enough for now…” he says uncertainly, heading down the corridor once everyone is ready -- wishing he had actual ginger beer to wash away the taste of the extract.
Zzvkgrogk III Blend (TBA)
True Strike
Shield
Can use craft (alchemy) to identify potions as if using Detect Magic
+2 competence bonus on Perception checks and on all Knowledge checks
Hits: 17/17
AC 18(16), touch 14 (+3 dex, +1 racial), flat-footed 13 (+2 armor, +1 racial)
Brown nanite hypogun charges: 7/10
Wand of Cure Light Wounds: 31/50
Radiation Detector (8/10 charges)
Mutagen: quaffed, (+4Dex. -2Wis, +2AC Natural, 30 minutes)
Laser Pistol (Charges): 10
Batteries 1 (used to charge Bulb Containment Field hopefully temporarily)
Batteries Charged): 10/12
Empty Battieries: 2 / 12
Zzvkgrogk Special: 5 / 6
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As his eyes adjust to the ioun stone he mutters and nods ”Purple hair or drone before technology… I guess we have enough for now…” he says uncertainly, heading down the corridor once everyone is ready.
”Wait, what do you mean purple hair?” Yambul asks Zzvkgrogk as he walks down the hall to the next door. ”I saw a purple haired woman a several days ago. I wonder if it was the same woman? Not a lot of folks around with purple hair.”
He’ll move to the door, falchion out, and wait to open it until everyone is ready.
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"Hm. From the sounds, I'd expect more machinery from the central doors, and functioning machinery at that. Considering the shape we found everything else, I'd expect we'll find some activity there, robot or otherwise." Ruha crosses a pair of arms as she uses the others to lightly trace paths across the walls of the corridor. "It's true we haven't seen the purple haired visitor yet, Zzvkgrogk. I don't know what to make of that. Did they have a mishap somewhere we missed... or..."
She keeps an eye out for threats as she follows behind Yambul.
Rhoreen checks out the corridor, picking a few pieces of the rock and metal mixture that blocks the pass just to make sure it is no illusion. She can tell the collapse happened long time ago, perhaps centuries.
She catches up after the rest while they reach the next door discussing purple hair and open it.
This room buzzes and hums with the sound of machinery. A long track of moving leather-like material rotates along a metal framework in the middle of the room. The eastern end of this device is connected to a looming metal machine fitted with thrashing and twitching armatures and blinking lights. Panels on the wall flash with strange writing and images of metallic constructs. To the west, a second track of leather, this one smeared with blood, churns through an opening in the wall to a room beyond. The entire place has an air of entropy to it—with missing parts, flashing sparks, and periodic discordant sounds of metal scraping against metal revealing how damaged the room’s machinery is.
Three TickTocks, like the one Baine brought to the Foundry and the Technic League attempted to steal from Val, clatter and scurry about the room, looking quite busy, they seem to completely ignore you after opening the door and even stepping in. They move from the belt to the lights, attaching wires to one another and soldering broken planks with tools that seem to form part of their own bodies.
One panel on the machine in the southeast corner of the room is repeatedly flashing a single message in red letters.
Observing the output in the diverse glassed boxes, you understand the room’s purpose as a manufacturing lab.
More importantly, you understand the flashing message reads: WARNING: Robot Command Core Damaged—Reboot Required!
Reading the different controls, you understand touching this screen is all that is required to authorize the reboot.
Destroying this machine while the robots are shut down would prevent the robots from wakening again.
Linguistics
”Whoopsie! Not sure what this says, anyone?” Rhor puzzles over the screen but assumes someone might guess at it.
Yambul, weapon out, eyes the robots suspiciously. "They're going to attack any moment, I just know it!"
He keeps watch while the smart folk try to figure out the technology. He stays close.
"They look busy. If they're not dangerous, we can probably leave them alone. Right Yambul?" Rūha glances at the overly enthusiastic "cook", then returns her gaze to the room. "Though the robots here are still working, the place looks to be in poor shape. And since they seem to be some kind of builders, maybe their programming isn't right." She shakes her head "I'm no mechanic, so I'm afraid its beyond me."
Seeing the alarming streak of blood on the western conveyor belt, Rūha leans down to look through the opening into the western room.
”Hm. From the sounds, I'd expect more machinery from the central doors, and functioning machinery at that.”
”’Functioning’, maybe – but possibly not normally. I would have expected machinery this advanced technologically to be more quiet,” Zzvkgrogk sputters, folding his ears in annoyance. His eyes widen in fascination once the door is opened.
””Whoopsie! Not sure what this says, anyone?”
”Just guessing from the annoying red flashing blinking lights it is some kind of alarm.”
”These TickTocks are like the one we found in Baine’s house, but maybe less broken. That one was a Repairing TickTock – goes around and fixes things. These are trying to repair the machinery here – it would be best to stay out of their way and not disturb their work. Oh BRIGH! Is that blood?!
Believing it is relatively safe he enters and also peaks through the opening to the western room.
Zzvkgrogk III Blend (TBA)
True Strike
Shield
Can use craft (alchemy) to identify potions as if using Detect Magic
+2 competence bonus on Perception checks and on all Knowledge checks
Hits: 17/17
AC 18(16), touch 14 (+3 dex, +1 racial), flat-footed 13 (+2 armor, +1 racial)
Brown nanite hypogun charges: 7/10
Wand of Cure Light Wounds: 31/50
Radiation Detector (8/10 charges)
Mutagen: quaffed, (+4Dex. -2Wis, +2AC Natural, 30 minutes)
Laser Pistol (Charges): 10
Batteries 1 (used to charge Bulb Containment Field hopefully temporarily)
Batteries Charged): 10/12
Empty Battieries: 2 / 12
Zzvkgrogk Special: 5 / 6
The TickTocks ignore your cautious advance into the room, and for what Rūha and Zzvkgrogk can understand, they are actually doing a good job at fixing this area, although there is a lot of work to do, they should have begun this repair only a few days ago.
Peeking through the opening, you cannot see much of the room to the west as two half-orc dead bodies in the conveyor belt block the view!
The bodies have peculiar gang tattoos engraved in their bodies, specially calling your attention a strange one depicting what seems a mechanical talon.
These half-orcs are from Scrapwall and they do pertain to a minor gang there known as the Lords of Dust. You do not recognize the mechanical talon symbol though.
You do recognize the mechanical talon as the symbol of an obscure deity unknown to the world. Which god, you cannot tell, because it is unknown to the world.
Despite the blood on the bodies, the injuries do not seem mortal, it seems they died from some internal organ failure. From the bristling hair some electrical shock might be involved perhaps?
The bodies have been dead for about four or five days maybe.
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When it seems safe, Rhoreen will move into the room. She makes a sound like she’s just knocked over a plate of tea pastries and upset the cat. ”<*sound*>, do you think we could take back these TikToks to sell? Or might they be of more use someplace else, like taking over for Yambul’s potato peeling? Can they be trained to make soup?”
She glances at the half orcs, wondering how they got there, then wondering what they were doing here.
Know (Geography)
Heal
”Isn’t that a Scrapwall orc gang sign? Maybe the Lords of Dust?” Rhoreen notes, wondering if anyone can confirm, and smug in her knowledge.
She waits for others to move up before continuing too far.
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Chaance steps lightly, as the rest of her fellow meatbags moves through the doorway, and into the next room, full of TickTocks. The flashing light only catches her eye after both eyes leave their posts watching what might become hostile machinery.
Chaance reaches over to place her two pull fingers on the red screen, touching it. "Let's just see what this does..."
Having touched it, she moves along, curious as to what new atrocity the starship contains.
The elf is perhaps thankfully unaware of the more morbid aspects of the half-orcs' demise.
"Shall we press on?"
When Chaance touches the screen characters like a hero, the screen turns black, then it starts to fill with a list of dots.
The three TickTocks slowly go down sitting on the ground, their arms and heads going down and any light, beep and other sign of activity completely disappearing.
As time passes they seem to remain on that state.
vs DC 20
"Nicely done Chaance! I guess knowing what to press is the hard part." he chuckles as he simply touches the screen.
Yambul will, when everyone is done, move up to the next door (SW) and give it a parting. He wonders how old the half-orcs are, and whether there's another way in...
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Zzvkgrogk’s eyes go wide as things quiet down and the TickTocks sink motionless to the ground. He looks at Chaance, half accusingly and half joyously.
”You – you appear to have put them to sleep or otherwise deactivated them!”
””<*sound*>, do you think we could take back these TikToks to sell? Or might they be of more use someplace else, like taking over for Yambul’s potato peeling? Can they be trained to make soup?”
Zzvkgrogk’s ears auto-swivel at the massacre of his name, but he is too busy with the very thought of taking a TickTock back to Torch for it to even register in the more conscious part of his brain.
Have it make food?! Ooh, that is the best idea I have ever heard!
”Calliopie, that is the best idea I have ever heard! Rūha, let's check them out!” He runs over to the sleeping TickTock and crouches down to inspect it further.
How are the TickTocks and the Panel connected?!!! Is there a port to connect a programming card/chip … keyboard … dongle?!!! Oooooooooooohh!! Is this a hatch?!!
In his excitement, he loses track of which end is what.
"Rūha!! Help!"
”Isn’t that a Scrapwall orc gang sign? Maybe the Lords of Dust?”
…
”What? What did you say?" He asks, standing to face her. "Oh, yes – those Orcs are from Scrapwall… but – but how did you know that? Are you sure you are not related to ClockMother Dinvaya ?” he asks suspiciously.
Zzvkgrogk III Blend (TBA)
True Strike
Shield
Can use craft (alchemy) to identify potions as if using Detect Magic
+2 competence bonus on Perception checks and on all Knowledge checks
Hits: 17/17
AC 18(16), touch 14 (+3 dex, +1 racial), flat-footed 13 (+2 armor, +1 racial)
Brown nanite hypogun charges: 7/10
Wand of Cure Light Wounds: 31/50
Radiation Detector (8/10 charges)
Mutagen: quaffed, (+4Dex. -2Wis, +2AC Natural, 30 minutes)
Laser Pistol (Charges): 10
Batteries 1 (used to charge Bulb Containment Field hopefully temporarily)
Batteries Charged): 10/12
Empty Battieries: 2 / 12
Zzvkgrogk Special: 5 / 6
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"Scrapwall? Ah, that Scrapwall. Another location with technology, right Zzvkgrogk?" Rūha observes the two dead half-orc with a sigh "These two have been dead for a few days now. What brought a group from outside Torch here? And why now? How did they know about this place if the town itself only learned about it recently...?" She trails off as she inspects the wounds more carefully "It looks like they died from electrocution. I wonder if there's some exposed wiring or something in there."
---
When the repair bots deactivate, Rūha crosses a pair of arms. "I wonder if that was wise. Considering the state of this place, it could use some repair. Who knows what kind of things it might be leaking." Her concern is overwhelmed by Zzvkgrogk's enthusiasm and she heads over to the robots to see whether there's some way easy interface for teaching them new things. She's not optimistic that she'd be able to spot it even if there was one.
”What? What did you say?" He asks, standing to face her. "Oh, yes – those Orcs are from Scrapwall… but – but how did you know that? Are you sure you are not related to ClockMother Dinvaya ?” he asks suspiciously.
”Who? No, not that I know of. I don’t think I’ve been there. It’s just something I picked up in a book,” Rhoreen smugs back. ”We’ve both been here for a long time, <*sound*>,” Rhoreen makes a sound like she just snorked up a thought leech out of her nose. ”I just know things because I keep my eyes and mind open.”
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"If the half orcs have been here a couple of days, there must be another way in. The elevatore wasn't working before today."
He's a bit more cautious as he opens the door, falchion out and ready.
Zzvkgrogk is convinced he can intercept the reboot signal and put the TickTocks to peel potatoes, he just needs to wait for the reboot signal to end so they move again, but he does not have any idea when that might end, if the reboot process is not damaged and halted forever.
Rūha is equally optimist on her assessment, if present during the reboot, they will introduce new orders on the robots.
While you finish studying them, Yambul passes his hand next to the southwest door panel and the door effectively opens without electrocuting himself.
An immense machine looms to the south in this room, its upper portion obscured by tangles of hanging cables and cords. The device looks something like an enormous oven, its front open with a rotating belt of green leathery material connecting to a wide metal table. Metal desks with flashing lights sit to the east, while a second rotating belt of leather moves through an opening in the east wall. The two dead orcs lie over this second belt blocking the opening in the wall.
The bodies seem to be orcs rather than half-orcs on a closer sighting.
This workroom provided the necessary facilities for building and fabricating virtually any piece of simple equipment required by the crew . It saw frequent use on worlds where they needed to replicate or modify the less advanced technology or tools employed by the aliens they took on board the habitat. Unfortunately, like the robotics lab to the east, the crash has damaged this chamber beyond repair.
In the middle of the room, there is a looming suit of armor made of burnished brass. The helmet turns then towards Yambul with a glowing glass orb for an eye and a shrill metallic voice "ଅନୁପ୍ରବେଶ ଚିହ୍ନଟ ହେଲା | ଶୁଦ୍ଧ ପ୍ରୋଟୋକଲ୍ 11-321 ଆରମ୍ଭ କରିବା | ଅନୁପ୍ରବେଶକାରୀମାନେ ଦୟାକରି ଛିଡ଼ା ହୁଅନ୍ତୁ ଏବଂ ଦାଖଲ କରନ୍ତୁ | ଶୁଦ୍ଧ ପ୍ରୋଟୋକଲ୍ 11-321 ମୂଳ Div ଶ୍ୱରୀୟ ନିର୍ଦ୍ଦେଶନାମା ଅନୁଯାୟୀ ଅନୁପାଳନ ଦାବି କରେ |" then fully lurches to life and the metal bar in his hand starts to crackle with electricity.
"Intrusion detected. Initiating purge protocol 11-321. Please stand down and submit, intruders. Purge protocol 11-321 demands compliance per core Divinity Directive."
This seems some kind of gearsman a robot construct found in some of the ruins in Silver Mount. They are known to have a hard hull but are vulnerable to electricity.
The strange bar in his hands is perhaps even more dangerous, a neural inhibitor, able to shock the neural system of an organism and cause strong internal trauma.
The construct seems to delay for a second.
Round 1, Init 16
Know (engineering)
As she has become more familiar with technology (and certainly Zzvkgrogk’s example has helped), Rhoreen sees the creature for what it is, and will smugly explain it to others.
”This seems some kind of gearsman a robot construct found in some of the ruins in Silver Mount. They are known to have a hard hull but are vulnerable to electricity. The strange bar in his hands is perhaps even more dangerous, a neural inhibitor, able to shock the neural system of an organism and cause strong internal trauma,” she says rotely.
Rhoreen offers her skymetal omen wand on the creature, seeking to slow it down.
HP: 20/20
AC: 12/12/10
Lay on Cats: 0/1 used
Rod of Regret: 0/3 used
Open spell slots:
Left Hand: nothing
Right Hand: Wand of MM
Lighten Up: 0/1 used
[ dice]1d20+3[/dice] ranged to hit;
[ dice]1d4-1[/dice] blunt damage
She casts a very simple spell at Arturo.
”I can do it myself!!”
[ dice]1d8+1[/dice] CLW
"zzvkgrogk!"
force damage (49/50 left)
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”Blast! I knew I should have made bottled lightening!”
Zzvkgrogk draws the flare gun, steps just inside the door and fires at the thing hoping to at least blind it.
For
Fort DC12 DC saving throw each round or be dazzled by the intense light and blinded for rounds.
[Spoiler=spells]
Zzvkgrogk III Blend (TBA)
True Strike
Heightened Awareness
Shield
Can use craft (alchemy) to identify potions as if using Detect Magic
+2 competence bonus on Perception checks and on all Knowledge checks
Hits: 17/17
AC 18(16), touch 14 (+3 dex, +1 racial), flat-footed 13 (+2 armor, +1 racial)
Brown nanite hypogun charges: 7/10
Wand of Cure Light Wounds: 31/50
Radiation Detector (8/10 charges)
Mutagen: quaffed, (+4Dex. -2Wis, +2AC Natural, 30 minutes)
Laser Pistol (Charges): 10
Batteries 1 (used to charge Bulb Containment Field hopefully temporarily)
Batteries Charged): 10/12
Empty Battieries: 2 / 12
Zzvkgrogk Special: 4 / 6
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Not able to reach the robot, Ruha waits for the others to unleash their ranged attacks and then ducks through the doorway to shield Zzvkgrogk from the robot's potential counterattack.
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Weapon Equipped = Falchion
Conditions = Water Breathing (2/5h)
Falchion: Attack: 3 BAB +4 Str +1 Focus (-1 PA) Damage: +6 Str (+3 PA) Crit: 18-20x2
Chef’s knife: Attack: 3 BAB +1 MW +4 Str / +2 Dex Damage: +4 Crit: 19-20x2 Range: 10’
Studied: (plate armor) (move/immediate; +1 att, dam, bluff, knowledge, perception, sense motive, survival)
Prestidigitation (1/1)
Yambul rushes into the room taking advantage of his precision strike for the first time - or tries to…
(studied, sneak)
(studied)
If a slayer deals sneak attack damage to a target, he can study that target as an immediate action, allowing him to apply his studied target bonuses against that target (including to the normal weapon damage roll).
Obviously, as it’s really just the one action, I don’t get the studied bonus on the confirmation roll.
- - -
"I wonder if that was wise..."
"We can debate that later, when we've cleared the place. I take comfort in their nap, however brief. Who knows what can chaange in the blink of an unblinking eye."
AC = 17/13/14
HP = 22/22
Weapon Equipped = MW Longbow
Condition(s) = Water Breathing
"It's marking us as intruders. Unsurprising. I don't suppose can can simply close the door... no? We're going to fight it, then?"
Chaance gives the brutish stove man a once over.
"ଆମେ ଅନୁପ୍ରବେଶକାରୀ ନୁହଁ | ଆମେ ଇନ୍ସପେକ୍ଟର |"
"We're not intruders. We're inspectors."
The elf keeps her distance, and waits to see the sparks fly, as Yambul brings his own diplomacy to bear upon the iron man.
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With a strong jinx, Rhoreen makes the robot circuitry to make bad decisions all through the next seconds.
As Zzvkgrogk shots the wide-barreled pistol, a flare drifts forward in spirals until it hits the robot on its glass eye. It bursts with an intense light that menaces to leave you all dazzled!
The gearsman seems confused about where are the intruders after the intense light.
Rūha comes forward and sets her four arms at the ready to defend the ratfolk.
Yambul profits the confusion of the moment to rush forward and strike hard on the arm wielding the baton.
The strike is brutal and leaves the robot staggered despite the hull eats great part of the hit.
Despites Chaances attempts to convince the program managing the robot, it does not seem to obey or come to parley.
The robot swings the inhibitor in the general direction the big falchion attack came "ଏକତା ଜିତିବ | ତୁମର ସାଧନ ସମର୍ପଣ କର |"
The baton crackles dangerously with electricity but Yambul has an easy time dodging the blinded attack.
"Unity will prevail. Surrender your tools for protocol application."
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Ruha rushes forward to support Yambul with a flank. She tries to duck under the robot's guard, then tries to knock the bot off balance with a careful punch to provide the perfect opening.
"There! Go for it Yambul."
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”I don't suppose can can simply close the door... no? We're going to fight it, then?"
”I confess – I don’t like most of the metal constructs here. The medical drones treat us like disease – and to be fair we are probably the most alien thing here besides the orcs and possibly the purple-haired lady and her gang… the collector machines are from Hell itself probably – yes I’m sure Hell has a Technology department – and –I assure you nothing good for us will come with this one. Honestly the repair robots are the only really truly utilitarian auto-construct we’ve run into down here...”
Hmm… phooomph! Zzvkgrogk reminisces over the sound of the perfectly functioning flare gun. Slow weapon but nice sound. Very deliberate sounding.
He pulls out his laser pistol and aims for the construct.
for
The construct may take (fire) again this round if the flare managed to lodge itself at all in the construct.
What was that?! He stares briefly at the Laser Pistol in disbelief as sparks fly out of it before ducking back through the door to reload.
”Geez Calliopie, which one of us did you jinx?!”
Zzvkgrogk III Blend (TBA)
True Strike
Shield
Can use craft (alchemy) to identify potions as if using Detect Magic
+2 competence bonus on Perception checks and on all Knowledge checks
Hits: 17/17
AC 18(16), touch 14 (+3 dex, +1 racial), flat-footed 13 (+2 armor, +1 racial)
Brown nanite hypogun charges: 10/10
Wand of Cure Light Wounds: 31/50
Radiation Detector (8/10 charges)
Mutagen: quaffed, (+4Dex. -2Wis, +2AC Natural, 30 minutes)
Laser Pistol (Charges): 10
Batteries 1 (used to charge Bulb Containment Field hopefully temporarily)
Batteries Charged): 9/12
Empty Battieries: 3 / 12
Zzvkgrogk Special: 4 / 6
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Rūha ducks below the robot's reach, but blinded as it is, it's sensors do not even realize of the approach. With a quick punch, she puts the robot on a good spot for Yambul.
Zzvkgrogk changes guns and tries another shot but the pistol overloads all the battery's energy and tickles before completely fudging the shot.
The flare cartridge continues burning, but the hull hardness seems to protect the robot from the fire.
Weapon Equipped = Falchion
Conditions = Water Breathing (2/5h), Blind (1/4r)
Falchion: Attack: 3 BAB +4 Str +1 Focus (-1 PA) Damage: +6 Str (+3 PA) Crit: 18-20x2
Chef’s knife: Attack: 3 BAB +1 MW +4 Str / +2 Dex Damage: +4 Crit: 19-20x2 Range: 10’
Studied: (plate armor) (move/immediate; +1 att, dam, bluff, knowledge, perception, sense motive, survival)
Prestidigitation (1/1)
vs DC 13 or dazzled and blinded
Yambul swings away in the darkness, ”Damn, my eyes! That’s quite the bright shot there!” he cries out as spots fill his vision for the moment.
(studied, dazzled, flank, aid)
(studied, sneak)
Yambul, probably, swings at the wrong spot as his blinded eyes get in the way.
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Round 2, Init 3
Rhoreen moves up and uses her other wand to blast at the creature.
"zzvkgrogk!"
force damage (48/50 left)
HP: 20/20
AC: 12/12/10
Lay on Cats: 0/1 used
Rod of Regret: 0/3 used
Open spell slots:
Left Hand: nothing
Right Hand: Wand of MM
Lighten Up: 0/1 used
[ dice]1d20+3[/dice] ranged to hit;
[ dice]1d4-1[/dice] blunt damage
She casts a very simple spell at Arturo.
”I can do it myself!!”
[ dice]1d8+1[/dice] CLW
"zzvkgrogk!"
force damage (49/50 left)
AC = 17/13/14
HP = 22/22
Weapon Equipped = MW Longbow
Condition(s) = Water Breathing
Chaance watches the engagement, mildly frustrated that an arrow placed against the stove man's hull will just as likely ricochet and injure one of her own combatants.
"I confess – I don’t like most of the metal constructs here..."
"They feel mindless, like they're told to say what they say, and do what they do. When it's someone else telling them what to do, it's vexing. Now, if we could take the place of the commanders..." The elf loses any interest in the skirmish beyond the doorway, preferring to set herself against the northern door, in case something decides to investigate the noises, or lack thereof, coming from their current location.
Yambul gets blinded by the potent flare next to him, his blind swing going wide as he cannot spot any vital point to target.
Meanwhile Rhoreen's force missiles fly through the room and strike unerringly on the robot. Regretfully, the hull hardness absorbs all the energy without piercing through!
Chaance directs herself to the northern door.
As the flare keeps blinding his eye sensors, the gearsman continues slamming around blindly.
But all the random attempts go wide against thin air, although the second slam very close to Rūha's position.
Your surveillance pays back very soon. As you reach the door, you hear a feminine voice approaching from the other side "What is going on? Why did my collector drone go off?"
AC = 17/13/14
HP = 22/22
Weapon Equipped = MW Longbow
Condition(s) = Water Breathing
Chaance perks up, her shoulders no longer slouched in resignation. She clips back to the second doorway, bringing her bow to aim at the northern door, a threatening disposition at the ready.
She whispers to Zzvkgrogk. "We have company. A female voice, by the sound of it. She sounded authoritative."
"zzvkgrogk!"
”Quit it, it is not becoming to be jealous of a flare cartridge…”
Zzvkgrogk ejects the now emptied battery in disappointment from his laser pistol muttering to it. So focused is he that he fails to interpret the nature and purpose of Rhoreen’s utterance of his name let alone her perfect pronunciation.Without looking up from reloading he barks in response to her, ”Wwhaaat!?!!”
”We have company. A female voice, by the sound of it. She sounded authoritative."
”Whaaat?!" He whispers back in alarm looking up from his work. "Oh, well -- do you think she is authoritative enough to shut this stupid Construct down?”
He trains his laser pistol on the northern door in solidarity with Chaance and her bow. Ever focused on that door he takes a step back (5 foot) and whispers to Rhoreen. ”Heads up, Calliopie, the purple haired lady – someone – is about to join us here. We got your backs.”
Zzvkgrogk III Blend (TBA)
True Strike
Shield
Can use craft (alchemy) to identify potions as if using Detect Magic
+2 competence bonus on Perception checks and on all Knowledge checks
Hits: 17/17
AC 18(16), touch 14 (+3 dex, +1 racial), flat-footed 13 (+2 armor, +1 racial)
Brown nanite hypogun charges: 7/10
Wand of Cure Light Wounds: 31/50
Radiation Detector (8/10 charges)
Mutagen: quaffed, (+4Dex. -2Wis, +2AC Natural, 30 minutes)
Laser Pistol (Charges): 10
Batteries 1 (used to charge Bulb Containment Field hopefully temporarily)
Batteries Charged): 10/12
Empty Battieries: 2 / 12
Zzvkgrogk Special: 5 / 6
Round 3, Init 3
Nearly hissing in frustration as the robot resists her magics, Rhoreen spins to take her anger out on whomever is threatening them from behind.
She waits (readies) to shoot anybody who casts a spell.
"zzvkgrogk!"
force damage (47/50 left)
HP: 20/20
AC: 12/12/10
Lay on Cats: 0/1 used
Rod of Regret: 0/3 used
Open spell slots:
Left Hand: nothing
Right Hand: Wand of MM
Lighten Up: 0/1 used
[ dice]1d20+3[/dice] ranged to hit;
[ dice]1d4-1[/dice] blunt damage
She casts a very simple spell at Arturo.
”I can do it myself!!”
[ dice]1d8+1[/dice] CLW
"zzvkgrogk!"
force damage (49/50 left)
Weapon Equipped = Falchion
Conditions = Water Breathing (2/5h), Blind (2/4r)
Falchion: Attack: 3 BAB +4 Str +1 Focus (-1 PA) Damage: +6 Str (+3 PA) Crit: 18-20x2
Chef’s knife: Attack: 3 BAB +1 MW +4 Str / +2 Dex Damage: +4 Crit: 19-20x2 Range: 10’
Studied: (plate armor) (move/immediate; +1 att, dam, bluff, knowledge, perception, sense motive, survival)
Prestidigitation (1/1)
Yambul continues to take advantage of his flank (hopefully) and tries again to find and hit his robotic opponent.
(studied, dazzled, flank)
(studied, sneak)
Blinded, Rūha focuses her efforts on keeping up her guard and listening for the foe's attacks coming in. She tries to look threatening, but its hard to be convincing when she's facing slightly to the side.
Since Rhoreen has turned to face the incoming enemy, Zzvkgrogk tries to keep his oath to protect their backs. He reaches as far into the door as he can and takes aim at the construct.
For
"Rūha, Yambul, hurry, we have company!"
Zzvkgrogk III Blend (TBA)
True Strike
Shield
Can use craft (alchemy) to identify potions as if using Detect Magic
+2 competence bonus on Perception checks and on all Knowledge checks
Hits: 17/17
AC 18(16), touch 14 (+3 dex, +1 racial), flat-footed 13 (+2 armor, +1 racial)
Brown nanite hypogun charges: 7/10
Wand of Cure Light Wounds: 31/50
Radiation Detector (8/10 charges)
Mutagen: quaffed, (+4Dex. -2Wis, +2AC Natural, 30 minutes)
Laser Pistol (Charges): 9/10
Batteries 1 (used to charge Bulb Containment Field hopefully temporarily)
Batteries Charged): 10/12
Empty Battieries: 2 / 12
Zzvkgrogk Special: 4 / 6
Chaance and Rhoreen balance their attention to the voices heard to the north-east.
Yambul swings his falchion towards the gearsman, with Rūha blind by the flare and on the defensive unable to provide a flank, the blade glances off by short.
Zzvkgrogk turns back his attention towards the gearsman and shots his pistol with overloaded chemicals after a fresh battery reinstall. The beam strikes true as the construct does nothing to dodge the fire that overheats its interior pieces, damaging them, despite the hull hardness protects it from the worst.
As the gearsman's sensors adjust to the flare, the construct changes its focus to the largest menace, the man swinging the big blade just in front.
Catch off-guard on his blindness, Yambul shakes as the metallic baton hits him opening a bruise on the front and discharging an electric burst through his body.
You can see something is starting to self-repair the gearsman at the molecular level. Nanites.
The north-east door opens, behind is a purple haired woman that looks at you with a calculating stare.
"Confirmed. Intruders in the Robotics Lab." she raises what seems some kind of weapon similar to Zzvkgrogk's one and puts her other hand over an amulet of a metallic talon "Activate back my collector drone immediately"
And starts saying words of power which are responded by Rhoreen's force bolts that strike painfully on her chest.
She grits her teeth and completes her prayer "Hellion give me your favor" and covers behind the wall.
divine favor
No idea whom or what is Hellion. Sounds like the cryptic name behind a cult unknown to the world, but it seems able to move divine power nonetheless.
Rūha recovers her sight.