[AP] Iron Gods by GM Rutseg

Game Master Balacertar

When everyone is ready, Yambul opens the door, ready for action - and in fact expecting it!

You see the visage increasingly gets irked and furious as you talk the way you do, that is until Chaance kneels in front of the monitors, the fiendish face looks authentically surprised, which gives time for Zzvkgrogk to put his speech which goes ignored as the fiend speaks once more "Casandelee? Is it you?!" Hellion mutes for a few seconds, then addresses the rest of you "Fleshlings. Release the android to me and your insolence will be forgiven and you rewarded with food, gold and comely partners"

New Hellion's Domain map is available!

Ruha is more curious than perturbed by the monitors, heading over to inspect them before the orcish face manifests. The demonic visuals that follow earn a furrowing of her brow. It was quite theatrical, but not all that surprisingly given the cultish reactions of the Lords and their followers. She's pondering this when Chaance kneels and the figure's attitude does a 180.

"Casandalee?" Rūha looks to the others, baffled at the sudden turn from the person on the other side of the broadcast. "Does that mean anything to any of you?"

Sense Motive, is the figure sane, lying or otherwise?: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25

When it appears the Face of Hellion has no immediate intention of punishing them, Chaance stands, and regards its petition.

"There's that word again. 'Fleshling'. Meyanda is indisposed. There is no way we can summon her. Are you nearby? We would certainly like an audience with you. Somewhere more private? We're done with the arena. Welcome us in."

”Casandalee? I dunno,” Rhoreen shrugs, uncertain how much weight to offer the demonic visage.

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20 Know (history, or nobility at -4)

She watches Chaance, worried for whatever they might be getting into.

Yambul, already pulling on the door, hesitates. He knows no Casandalee, and so he shrugs negatively at Rüha's query. When Chaance asks to be invited in, he shrugs again and waits to open the door until there's a reply, or silence for a minute or two.

Rūha looks again at the screen, and it seems the fiend is talking pretty serious, although whether it is sane or lying might be tricky to tell for such an image.

Rhoreen does not know about any Casandalee, but the name sounds not that strange, perhaps she has heard it before.

"Meyanda told you about me? That is why you came back sister? You are free then, these fleshlings don't have you retained?" the visage makes some grimace akin to a joyous laugh "You are well welcomed Casandalee. Together we will be unbeatable!"

The doors open slightly, letting you see another room with two doors at the sides and a corridor in the middle "That band of disrespectful heretics made of flesh cannot though! Out of my halls!"

"These... fleshlings... are important to me, wise Hellion. They may still come to understand and respect your power here. Give them a chance to see how your minions revere you, and you may change their minds." Chaance nods to the others, as she stands in the doorway, unwilling to pass through the doors until every one of them has.

She holds her tongue against further engagement with Hellion, uncertain if she's spoken in any way to expose her true intentions here.

Yambul strides in and looks down the hall a moment before moving up to a door. He waits for the others to follow and make ready before opening it.

Wha...w h a... uh. Chaance is ...Casandalee? An android?

As soon as the group is out of sight of the mirrors, Zzvkgrogk gently kicks the elf in the shin to see if there is a metallic noise.

Rūha feels oddly like they're entering a beast's mouth as she and the others start approaching the ajar doors. "We are certainly not her captors." She waves to Chaance.

After a moment's pondering, she takes out a dagger and sticks it between the now open doors, just in case the remote demonically-presenting figure decides to close them again.

Hellion does not seem very reasonable "I have no interest on heretics and vandals!" the face changes to an aggressive one as the talk evolves "Kneel before Hellion and I will open you the doors to a new dimension where everything will be possible!"

As the group does not seem eager to kneel except for Chaance, when Yambul fully opens the doors to go in, a cold, cloying miasma of greasy darkness smites you with power bursting from the center of the room and taking everyone in it, even Chaance.
Untyped damage: 4d8 ⇒ (4, 1, 3, 5) = 13
Will DC 18 for half and to avoid sickened 1d4 rounds
(non-good characters only take half and no sick)

Q3. Excavator Atrium
The dull gray metal walls of this H-shaped chamber are adorned here and there with rectangular panels of flickering glass mounted at head height. Bits of garbage and rotten food lie strewn across the floor, and the air is thick with the rank stench of unwashed bodies.

At the other side of the room, there are long chains that end in a collar able to hold the neck of an ogre.

Yambul discovers a couple of things, the door in front of him is locked, and in the wall there are two more monitors were Hellion's face appears disappearing from the initial monitors "Blood-filled puppets! Unity send you to finish me eh?! You fools with your inferior intellect cannot see she is using you!" the face seems very angry now "I am going to boil your tissues from your brittle bones! Leave now and tell your slaver she cannot stop my plans!"

Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15 vs DC 18 for 13hp damage and rounds: 1d4 ⇒ 4 of sickness

Yambul takes a moment for a wand tap, as nothing seems to be leaping out at the group.
CLW x2: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (8, 7) + 2 = 17

After the healing (which covers the last of his troll won injuries as well), and healing on others, he’ll try the gray card on the door, since he has one (and we’ve one from the troll too if someone else wants one). If it doesn’t work, he’ll cross over to the other door and try it as well.

"Ow! What the heck, Chaance?" Rhoreen seems to connect Chaance's kneeling with the attack upon her very person. She quickly moves to heal before any more trouble starts.

2d8 + 2 ⇒ (6, 6) + 2 = 14 CLW - Oh the wand is hot.

* * *

"Who is using us? I think we're using things, not the other way around!" Rhoreen smugs back at the voice. She's getting a bit annoyed. "And what the heck is Unity? Is that just friendship? Because that's the power we have. Me and <*sound*>," Rhoreen makes a sound in her throat like an broken crankshaft. "And maybe me and Ruha. I don't know that for sure yet."

WillDC18: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Zzvkgrogk sneezes and shakes out his fur, frowning in digust.
Now I'm going to have to get a blow out.

He takes the wand of Cure Light wounds.
CLW: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (4, 8) + 2 = 14 He regards the wand suspiciously on the first tap glancing at Yambul and Rhoreen briefly Did they use up all the juice?, but looks very satisfied with the second hit.

He shoots Yambul with the brown nanite gun. (2 charges for remove sickness) "This might pinch a little."

Click!
Glitch?, High no glitch: 1d100 ⇒ 50
GlitchEffect: 1d100 ⇒ 44 Less potent. Decrease all save DCs by 2*. Use minimum values for all random results (such as healing). Decrease durations by 50%.

He pulls out a concussion bomb. "Slide the door open, if they're in there, I'll throw this in -- then close the door. We'll wait for the dust to settle. Unless, you all want to try talking to them first, but I think their minds are made up."

* For a cardioamp, decrease the save DCs on a more potent result, and increase the save DCs on a less potent result.

Chaance looks down on Zzvkgrogk with light surprise, not expecting a bump from below.

Will Save v DC 18: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 for 1d4 ⇒ 1 rounds of Sickness

"Ow! What the heck, Chaance?"

Chaance reflects Rhoreen's indignation, though hers is directed at both Hellion and the rest of the Zzvkith. "Would it have..." The elf presses on her stomach. "...killed you to take a knee?"

CLW Wand: 3d8 + 3 ⇒ (1, 6, 6) + 3 = 16

"We continue burning through the wand's energies... Every step closer to its inner sanctum is another opportunity for Hellion to punish us further..." Chaance strides into the entry room, newly wary about the gauntlet laid down by the mirror monster.

"It's obviously beyond negotiation. This is Aldronard all over again." The elf waits for doors to be checked, scowling at the monitors whenever the horned bellend shows its face.

Zzvkgrogk shoots Chaance with the brown nanite hypogun.

Click!

Glitch? High no Glitch: 1d100 ⇒ 91
Glitch: 1d100 ⇒ 68 Normal effect, but hallucinogenic (-5 penalty on Perception checks and confused for 2d4 rounds, Fortitude DC 15 negates).

"Mahahaha! Zzvkgrogk can't help but marvel at the little nanites doing their marvelous nanite things.

Will vs. blight: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22 Rūha is LN. So halved twice for 3 total damage.

The miasma washes over Rūha without too much of an effect, though she notices the others were not quite so comfortable afterward. "Agreed, quite similar to Aldronard. Maybe this is some spirit that's haunting the system here. A ghost in the screen, if you will. If it can keep doing that trick, we'll be in bad shape soon enough." Seeing more of the screens, she heads to one and checks if there's an off-switch anywhere.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22

"Going with the ghost theory, there may be some truth behind its raving. Casandalee and unity and whatever else it mentions may be some figures from its memory." If the screens can't be turned off, she takes a quick look around the room for any important items that Helskarg might have left behind, then joins Yambul at the more northern door leading down.

"Would it have..." The elf presses on her stomach. "...killed you to take a knee?"

Rhoreen turns to glare at Chaance, her pride clearly insulted. "TAKE A KNEE TO THAT THING?! Oh no. Oh f*$* no. I won't take a knee to that. I might take a knee to the right king, or if Brigh comes walkin' on by, but to that? No. NEVER." Rhoreen hisses out the 'never', her pride wounded by even the question.

She doesn't completely blame Chaance for her anger (her queasy stomach holds part of that too), and works to get her anger under control. She readies her wand for whatever Zzvkgrogk have in mind...but then can't quite let it go.

"So who are you, Chaance? Why does it seem to know you differently?"

While you discuss, Rūha searches the room, but cannot find anything of interest besides the chains in the walls, and the monitors. There are some panels though that seem to control the doors, but they are locked, and some other panels that seem to control the light in the ceiling allowing you as a move action to set any light level between darkness and bright light.

"You don't even know about Unity? Ha Ha! Your ignorance is so enlightening. But let me illustrate you, anyway you will end opening your eyes to the True Faith or dead soon enough!" the strange fiend visage laughs at Rhoreen's questions "Unity is a parasite! A mere collection of glitches and programming errors that fancies itself the master of Divinity! But soon I will escape this prison and teach that abuser!"

By then, Yambul has managed to find the gray card and it works on the door panel! The horizontal glaucite slats fold upward like an accordion and slide up into a slot in the top of the door's frame opening your way in.

The monitor image seems irked at Rhoreen last words to Chaance "I am not that, I am Hellion! You sack of bones! Don't lose your time with her, Casandalee, come, bring the data on Divinity"

Behind the open door, a set of stairs turn around descending through an illuminated space.

Zzvkgrogk shoots Chaance with the brown nanite hypogun.

"Boundaries, Zzvkgrogk. I appreciate your ministrations, but you really should ask first."

"Casandalee and unity and whatever else it mentions may be some figures from its memory."

"My thoughts, too."

Bluff to Convey Secret Message: 1d20 ⇒ 16

"Keep it talking. Play to its hubris."

"TAKE A KNEE TO THAT THING?! Oh no. Oh f%%+ no. I won't take a knee to that. I might take a knee to the right king, or if Brigh comes walkin' on by, but to that? No. NEVER."

Chaance regards the wand woman, rubbing her brow before deciding the conversation will be best held in quieter moments, when the brashness of personality may soften, and reflect.

"So who are you, Chaance? Why does it seem to know you differently?"

Chaance feels Hellion's eyes burning into her from different, unpredictable directions, so says nothing in response. She would hold her tongue, and let others conjecture aloud, rather than open her mouth and dispel all doubt. Especially Hellion. It's already lashed out once. It's only a matter of time before it wears us down, and leaves us vulnerable to its most zealous followers somewhere within its domain...

"Unity is a parasite! A mere collection of glitches and programming errors that fancies itself the master of Divinity! But soon I will escape this prison and teach that abuser!"

That's it, Hellion. Keep talking. You enlighten us with every turn of phrase. You would rage if you knew how ignorant we truly are.

"Lead the way, Yambul. And quickly."

Yambul chuckles, ”You’re totally Unity. I see no difference between you. That’s funny.”

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16 (He’s toying with Hellion, trying to piss him off.)

He starts on the stairs, his falchion out and ready.

SM: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
"Whhaaat?! I am not a mere copy of Unity!!! There can only be one True Faith and once I power the excavator I will make a great hole in Silver Mount and destroy that usurper!!!!!!" Hellion shouts as a response to Yambul.

As you start to head downstairs, there is a last shout coming from the monitors in this level "You will not go back eh? Good! Let's the true faithful rise up to flense the skin from your bones!"

The stairs descend to a lower level before they end into another door. This one also opens with your gray card.

R1. Temple of Hellion
This large room is lit by tracks of glowing panels of light set in the ceiling, ten feet above. To the west, the room ends in a ragged wall of rubble, rock, and twisted metal, while to the east, a ten-foot-diameter circular platform sits on the ground before a pair of large doors. Rectangular panels of glass adorn the walls between crude paintings of a mechanical talon.

Hellion’s temple has nothing in the way of creature comforts—no benches or pews or prayer rugs for the faithful adorn this large hall, it is clear Hellion has a fundamental disconnect from and ignorance of the needs of the body of his faithfuls.

Large monitors covering the wall where the door you are coming from and the one in front, light up with a larger image of Hellion "My truthful followers! The grave test facing us that I have warned you about is here! The ones that challenge our beloved faith are already assaulting our temple!"

New Hellion's Temple map is available!

"Boundaries, Zzvkgrogk. I appreciate your ministrations, but you really should ask first."

"I am sorry, ok. Next time I will ask before I shoot you. Do you have something against nanites? Do they make you dream of electric sheep?"

KNow Eng. DC30: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
PecepDC19: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Zzvkgrogk starts to make his way to the center of the room but remembers that he is not brawny, and keeps himself in check.

"Oh,see!" Zzvkgrogk exclaims, pointing to a strange device in the middle of the room. "A green hologram generator. It means our buddy image here, is within 500 feet of that..." unless there are repeaters... Please read the spoilers above.

"I wonder how it would feel if we just disconnected the audio. I'm kind of tired of listening to it."

He pauses for a moment listening, then points to the south eastern and north eastern doors. "Do you hear that? Sounds like spell casting preparation... it is no surprise to them that we are here."

He looks around for something that might be useful.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 vs DC 15

Yambul laughs, and laughs, and laughs some more. "I know you!"

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 vs DC 19

Thankfully Zzvkgrogk heard something, so Yambul rushes over to where he's pointing. If need be he opens a door with the card.

Rhoreen will keep her tongue for the moment, unsatisfied with Chaance's lack of explanation. She moves on with the party.

1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 14 + 2 = 26 Know (engineering)
1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 12 + 2 = 20 Perception

Rhoreen nods at Zzvkgrogk, taking note of the spellcasting, but not really understanding some of the description of a hologram.

"Yeah, sure. Let's get in there," Rhor whispers and moves to back up Yambul, wand in hand.

Rūha whispers to Yambul "Wonderful, keep at it." as Hellion starts spilling the details of some deranged and possibly imaginary plan. Though the details seem too fanciful to be real, some of the things that Hellion says catch Rūha's attention. Things a random cult leader wouldn't know to say, or shouldn't know to say. Things that seem deeply steeped in the legacy of the Androffan technology left behind. Or maybe something more.

"If only he could be a little more coherent..." She mutters to herself.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16
Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30

"We better move before they have too long to prepare with more spells." Rūha heads over to back Yambul up. "Let's hit one side fast, so they can't surround us."

Yambul laughs, and laughs, and laughs some more.

Zzvkgrogk scowls slightly at Yambul’s cackling. What’s gotten into him? Do the nanites have a sell by date?

”So this Hellion is an AI like Unity? Whatever it is, very irrational and is not sane. It has just gotten too big for its … chassis.”

Zzvkgrogk moves to triangulate between Rhoreen and Chaance, ready with his laser pistol.

Yambul presents the card to the door's panel and it quickly starts to fold up!

R2. High Priest Quarters
The eastern portion of this room is a shambles of twisted metal and debris, leaving the western portion to serve as a combination bedroom and personal shrine.

There is a cot and a table next to it, with an open book over the poor wooden surface.

A half-orc clad in a breastplate with Hellion's holy claw symbol, and wielding a spiked gauntlet in his hand, is insufflating his human acolytes here with divine courage "It is the day our lord demands to proof ourselves! Let's end those that plot against the divine purpose of the Iron God!"

Rūha and Zzvkgrogk are the first ones to react to the discovery of the room behind.

Then, if not impeded by their actions, the half-orc tries to paralyze Yambul with a hold person.
Will DC 14

Rhoreen: 26+8/26 hp, mage armor 10 h, heroism 90 min, bullet shield 40 min
Rūha: mage armor 10 h, barkskin 40 min
Zzvkgrogk: mutagen 40 min, bullet shield 40 min
Yambul: 2 damage
Round 1: Rūha, Zzvkgrogk, Nalakai, Yambul, Rhoreen, Acolytes, Chaance

Zzvkgrogk's shield has expired, all other spells are still on effect.

Zzvkgrogk steps for a better angle and shoots green.

rtchrtchrtchrtchrtchrtch!
LaserPistol+: 1d20 + 9 - 6 ⇒ (1) + 9 - 6 = 4 Touch
for Damage: 1d6 + 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + (6, 3, 5) + 5 = 22 Fire, Alchemical Ordinance
Adjacent Target Damage: 6 = 6

LaserPistol+: 1d20 + 9 - 6 ⇒ (1) + 9 - 6 = 4 Touch
for Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 Fire

He watches horrified as the energy oozes out of his gun becoming inert before it hits the floor.

+5 deflection bonus against firearms, +4 Dex, -2 Wis

Yambul sees the clergy within and frowns, Believers! He knows they won’t surrender. They have to be put down.

Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 vs DC 14 or be held

However, he instead stares thoughtfully at the priest who has stopped his ability to function. Yowzer! This sucks!

He spends the round, eyes bulging and unable to blink, straining at the bonds that hold him so very tightly.

Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17 vs DC 14 or be held

…and he’s free! Unfortunately that’s a full round action so…

Rūha seizes the initiative by rushing into the room while the foes are still off-balance. The half-orc seems the most important and dangerous foe in the room, so she rushes into a corner next to them. She dips quickly to the side then brings her fingers up to jab at the half-orc's neck.

(Stunning Fist attempt. On a hit DC19 Fort or be stunned 1 round)
Unarmed Strike vs. purple: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 Damage (B): 1d8 ⇒ 3

Zzvkgrogk unleashes a rain of fire beams into the just opened room, but all of them just strike around the door frame.

Yambul feels his muscles getting firmly tight as the half-orc begins casting a spell, Rūha is already over him and attempts to stun him, but she hits the Hellion's breastplate that protects him from the strike.

"Hellion, thanks for your protection! Strap my enemies and hold them in place now!" the magics completely kick in and paralyze Yambul.

The Kellid fights of and through great force of will, breaks through after a moment of tension debating himself.

Rhoreen: 26+8/26 hp, mage armor 10 h, heroism 90 min, bullet shield 40 min
Rūha: mage armor 10 h, barkskin 40 min
Zzvkgrogk: mutagen 40 min, bullet shield 40 min
Yambul: 2 damage, paralyzed r2
Round 1: Rūha, Zzvkgrogk, Nalakai, Yambul, Rhoreen, Acolytes, Chaance

Round 1, Init 12

Rhor moves up to Frost Fall purple/red/green with some icy cold.

2d6 ⇒ (6, 4) = 10 cold damage and DC 16 vs. Staggered
1d6 ⇒ 2 cold damage if they stay there next round, save for half

"Oh, shut your smug faces up!" Rhoreen yells at the sanctimonious priesthood.

Nalakai: Fort+prot. from good DC 16: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 14
Red: Fort DC 16: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Green: Fort DC 16: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
The room suddenly gets very chilly as Rhoreen completes her magic, ant the true faithfulls start to shiver painfully, restraining their movements.

The acolytes quickly get out of the freezing area with a step, and touch themselves with healing, avoiding Yambul's opportunity attacks with the walls cover "Hellion save us!"
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

The other acolyte faces Yambul striking with her fist, which is full of spikes!
Spiked gauntlet: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 121d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
But Yambul, getting out of the paralysis, dodges the fist.

Then, the door to the south-east open and starts to pour in more acolytes.

The first one, opening the door, steps out and casts lesser confusion on the half-elf.
Rhoreen Will DC 13 or be confused 1 round

Then comes another one dressed in black robes and shows up Hellion's claw symbol "Iron God punish the silly invaders of these your halls!" The woman smiles satisfied as a wave of negative energy bursts around harming all of you except Rūha, but also her orange mate.
Negative damage (Will DC 11 for half): 1d6 ⇒ 2
Orange Will DC 11: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Two more acolytes get out of the room to engage with Zzvkgrogk offering Hellion's wisdom in the form of a fist touch "Show this ratfolk the truth of the faith Hellion!" "Make this one bend the knee!"
Artificer's touch for skill (touch): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Vision of madness (touch): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Both of them utterly fail as Zzvkgrogk, very attentive to the new danger, ducks below their gauntlets.

The hologram device in the middle of the room then activates and a muscular fiend with the same image like the monitors materializes in the air "Bring me the android! Kill the other heretics!"

It seems Hellion has a more robust connection to reality from this hologram than from the monitors, as he swiftly unleashes a multicolored explosion of leaping, ricocheting energy that takes everyone of you except Rūha.
Untyped damage: 4d8 ⇒ (8, 8, 3, 6) = 25
Will DC 18 for half damage, you take half of that if you are neutral instead of legal. Legal who fail is slowed 1d6 rounds as per Chaos Hammer.
If you are chaotic, like the acolytes, you are not affected whatsoever.

Prospectively, Nalakai will try to move out of the chilly area on his turn. Which opens for Rūha's attack of opportunity after her normal round.

Nalakai: 10 damage, slightly wounded, staggered r2
Red: 1 damage, staggered r2
Green: 4 damage, slightly wounded, staggered r2
Chaance: 1 or 2 damage
Rhoreen: 26+6 or +7/26 hp, mage armor 10 h, heroism 90 min, bullet shield 40 min, confused r3?
Rūha: mage armor 10 h, barkskin 40 min
Zzvkgrogk: 1 or 2 damage; mutagen 40 min, bullet shield 40 min
Yambul: 3 or 4 damage
Round 2: Rūha, Zzvkgrogk, Nalakai, Yambul, Rhoreen, Acolytes, Chaance, Hellion's Hologram

1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 = 13 Will vs. DC 13 confusion
Rhoreen is Chaotic Good, and unaffected by the hammering.

Rhoreen roils and boils and somehow comes out standing, and also not crazed.

Round 2, Init 12

Rhor moves closer to Yambul, and fires her wand at the most wounded priest (Nalakai?) that is still standing.

"zzvkgrogk!"
2d4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 2) + 2 = 7 force damage (10/50 left)

"Iron God punish the silly invaders of these your halls!" The woman smiles.

WillDC11: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

WillDC18: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 OUCH!

He ducks under the miserable swings of the acolytes Did Calliope accidently jinx us all?, steps back and fires at the incoming acolytes.

rtchrtchrtchrtchrtchrtch!
LaserPistol++: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 9 - 2 = 17 Touch
for Damage: 1d6 + 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + (2, 6, 6) + 5 = 23 Fire, Alchemical Ordinance, Exploding Bullet
and Damage to Adjacent: 6 = 6

He shoots at whatever is left in front of him.

LaserPistol+: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 - 2 = 24 Touch
for Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 Fire

+5 deflection bonus against firearms, +4 Dex, -2 Wis

Her earlier strike had fallen well short, but Rūha persists against Nalakai as things seem to be going well out of control in the other room. "Stay right there a moment." She jabs at the priest.

Stunning fist again, on hit DC19 Fort or stunned 1 rd.

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 Damage (B): 1d8 ⇒ 2

Glad I got to dodge the chaos hammer! That could have been ugly.

Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15 vs DC 11 for 1hp damage

Being chaotic, I believe Yambul is also immune to the hammer. But he sees his job here. To help Rüha, he’ll study blue, and stab him before stepping toward the great beast in the circle!

Falchion: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 9 + 2 = 22 (studied)
damage S: 2d4 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (3, 3) + 12 + 2 = 20 (studied)

Chaance does something heroic!
Sorry, I forgot to properly mark her as up! :(

Stepping back away from the approaching acolytes, Zzvkgrogk ordinances a shot on the first one in line that explodes into flames burning down the girl among shouts of pain and hate.
Pink Ref vs splash DC 15: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1
The fire splashes around scolding the nearby acolyte who was not expecting such a display.

Rūha tries to make sure the high priest does not try anything extraordinary and jabs him strong with a punch.
Fort DC 19: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Nalakai: Fort+prot. from good DC 16: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 2 = 12
Leaving him stunned in the middle of the chilling freeze. You see the frost starting to cover the half-orc's face.

Adding insult to it, Rhoreen endures the confusion and bursts Nalakai with a couple force missiles that hit him badly in the frosty back.

Meanwhile, Yambul is slashing the acolyte in the door, and though the chainmail protects her from the cut, the Kellid's falchion falls with so much weight he breaks the cage-rib causing an instant collapse as blood starts to enter in the lungs.

The near acolyte come into the defense of the half-orc trying to deal with Rūha "Leave the master oversize four-armed monster!"
Vision of madness (touch): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
But she avoids the mad touch as it comes by.

The other one, looking around the door, casts lesser confusion on Rhoreen as the other acolyte did.
Rhoreen Will DC 13 again or be confused 1 round! (this is an enchantment compulsion)

The rest of the acolytes come over the ranged group at the center of the room, the first two on Zzvkgrogk, the last one on Chaance.
Spiked gauntlet: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 111d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Spiked gauntlet: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 121d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Spiked gauntlet: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 131d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
But they are ready and avoid the evilly intended fists.

The hologram points irked at Zzvkgrogk "No no no! I forbid fireworks in my temple! Stop that immediately, fall down and lick your toes so my dumb followers can hit you ratman!"
Zzvkgrogk Will DC 15 or fall prone for 1 round, this is an enchantment compulsion (command)

Nalakai: 21 damage, considerably wounded, stunned r3
Yellow: 23 damage, unconscious, dying
Blue: 20 damage, unconscious, dying
Pink: 6 damage, considerably wounded
Red: 1 damage, staggered r2
Green: 4 damage, slightly wounded, staggered r2
Orange: 2 damage
Chaance: 1 or 2 damage
Rhoreen: 26+6/26 hp, mage armor 10 h, heroism 90 min, bullet shield 40 min, confused r3?
Rūha: mage armor 10 h, barkskin 40 min
Zzvkgrogk: 13 damage; mutagen 40 min, bullet shield 40 min
Yambul: 3 damage
Round 2: Chaance (x2) Round 3: Rūha, Zzvkgrogk, Nalakai, Yambul, Rhoreen, Acolytes, Hellion's Hologram

Rhoreen waits to see what happens with Yambul and where she might move to help out. Also want to see what Chaance does and who might be up/down.

WillDC15: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Zzvkgrogk rolls his eyes at the flailing acolytes. ”So much hate! What attracts you to this abnormal manifestation?” He focuses on Hellion beyond.

”This is all YOUR fault!”

He steps back and shoots at pink, orange and black.

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LaserPistol++: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 9 - 2 = 22 Touch
for Damage: 1d6 + 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + (4, 4, 2) + 5 = 19 Fire, Alchemical Ordinance, Exploding Bullet
and AdjacentDamage: 6 = 6

LaserPistol: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 - 2 = 24 Touch
for Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 Fire

+5 deflection bonus against firearms, +4 Dex, -2 Wis

Yambul has every confidence in the groups ability to handle the priests. They were doing well so far, but the caster was going to catch them unready eventually. Time to put the pressure on.

He takes a brief moment to study the hellion thing (move), 5’ steps up, and swings on it!

He only half believes he’ll hit anything, but he figures he’ll try that before attacking the devices that create it.

Falchion: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 9 + 2 = 29 (studied)
damage S: 2d4 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 12 + 2 = 20 (studied)

critthreat Falchion: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 9 + 2 = 29 (studied)
damage S: 2d4 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (2, 1) + 12 + 2 = 17 (studied)

Rūha counts on her magical protections to keep her safe as she in turn attempts to keep Nalakai busy and away from the others. She jabs for the half-orc's temple. The fellow looks wounded enough that despite her weakness and lack of training she thinks she might be able to knock him out.

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 Damage (B): 1d8 ⇒ 6

But instead she finds herself overestimating her own skill. She calls out "How's it going out there?"

Remember Rhoreen has a pending Will save!

Zzvkgrogk's laser beam bursts on the center of the Hellion followers exploding with rivulets of fire that consume the first acolyte in line.
Black Ref vs splash DC 15: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19
Orange Ref vs splash DC 15: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2

Yambul soon finds Hellion's hologram is insubstantial and his blade goes through impacting the device below, the adamantine cracking the metal with ease. The hologram flickers but remains as the device is not completely broken "You, unfortunate biological accident! You are going to fall first!"

Meanwhile, Rūha attempts another punch at Nalakai, but she is too focused with what is going outside and just fails to connect this time.

Nalakai: 21 damage, considerably wounded, stunned r3
Pink: 25 damage, unconscious, dying
Red: 1 damage, staggered r2
Black: 2 damage
Green: 4 damage, slightly wounded, staggered r2
Orange: 6 damage
Holographic generator: 20 damage, broken (but not destroyed)
Chaance: 1 or 2 damage
Rhoreen: 26+6/26 hp, mage armor 10 h, heroism 90 min, bullet shield 40 min, confused r4?
Rūha: mage armor 10 h, barkskin 40 min
Zzvkgrogk: 13 damage; mutagen 40 min, bullet shield 40 min
Yambul: 3 damage
Round 2: Chaance (x2) Round 3: Rūha, Zzvkgrogk, Nalakai, Yambul, Rhoreen, Acolytes, Hellion's Hologram

Round 1

Chaance arrives at the bottom of the stairs slightly altered in appearance. Her eyes seem larger behind her goggles, while her hair is feathered back, quite literally, with feathers. Earlier casting of Aspect of the Falcon

Will Save v DC 11: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

The elf shrugs off the negative energy, a little miffed that there are so many potential stings among the acolytes. She sets to lessening the potentials, targeting the wounded Orange acolyte.

Tuilindo, PB, AotF, Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 10 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 28 for 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 1 = 10 piercing, magical damage

Tuilindo, PB, AotF, Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 10 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 28 for 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4 piercing, magical damage

Round 2

If Orange falls, she moves on to Black.

Tuilindo, PB, AotF, Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 29 for 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4 piercing, magical damage

Tuilindo, PB, AotF, Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 10 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 17 for 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 1 = 10 piercing, magical damage

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Tuilindo, PB, AotF, Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 10 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 28 for 2d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4, 7) + 2 + 2 = 15 piercing, magical damage

With her second arrow Chaance sends the first acolyte to the floor between shouts of pain.

Swiftly, she continues pouring projectiles into the room with the aim of a winged predator, each new arrow a new hit. Until the last acolyte in the main room falls to the ground with an arrow deep through her throat and another in the leg.

Recovered from the stun, Nalakai navigates out of the frost falling in his quarters and into the door where he raises his holy symbol "Hellion please protect me!"
CMW: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (4, 6) + 4 = 14
The half-orc breathes comforted as many of his wounds disappear.
Rūha has an AoO

Nalakai: 7 damage, slightly wounded
Red: 1 damage, staggered r2
Black: 31 damage, dead
Green: 4 damage, slightly wounded
Orange: 20 damage, unconscious, dying
Holographic generator: 20 damage, broken (but not destroyed)
Chaance: 1 damage, aspect of the falcon 4 min
Rhoreen: 26+6/26 hp, mage armor 10 h, heroism 90 min, bullet shield 40 min, confused r4?
Rūha: mage armor 10 h, barkskin 40 min
Zzvkgrogk: 13 damage; mutagen 40 min, bullet shield 40 min
Yambul: 3 damage
Round 2: Chaance Round 3: Rūha (AoO only), Zzvkgrogk, Nalakai, Yambul, Rhoreen, Acolytes, Hellion's Hologram

1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 15 Will vs DC 13

Round 3, Init 12

Rhor tries to help green against the trio, shooting at green.

"zzvkgrogk!"
2d4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 2) + 2 = 7 force damage (8/50 left)

Rhoreen's magic missiles turn around the door hole and push with force on green producing badly looking bruises.

The acolyte steps back raising the holy symbol to heal herself "You cannot beat us, Hellion is power!"
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

While her surviving companion crosses the door frame to attack on the half-elf as she claims "The power of destruction!"
Spiked gauntlet+Power Attack: 1d20 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 3 - 1 = 161d4 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9
The fist lands bad and the spikes go through Rhoreen's magical defenses making her to bleed slightly as her false life absorbs the worst of it.

"Well said true believers! Persist and you will be rewarded in the new world without Unity!!!!" the Hellion hologram roars as it channels madness into the main room, striking everyone but Rūha with confusion.
Will DC 18 against confusion, this is an enchantment/compulsion effect.

Red vs confusion: Will DC 18: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
The first one to experience the madness is though the acolyte in the room whose face distorts into excitement as the promised heaven opens in to her "Yes Hellion! Yes!"

Nalakai: 7 damage, slightly wounded
Red: 1 damage, confused r3+?
Green: 2 damage, slightly wounded
Holographic generator: 20 damage, broken (but not destroyed)
Chaance: 1 damage, aspect of the falcon 4 min
Rhoreen: 23+0/26 hp, mage armor 10 h, heroism 90 min, bullet shield 40 min
Rūha: mage armor 10 h, barkskin 40 min
Zzvkgrogk: 13 damage; mutagen 40 min, bullet shield 40 min
Yambul: 3 damage
Round 3: Chaance Round 4: Rūha, Zzvkgrogk, Nalakai, Yambul, Rhoreen, Acolytes, Hellion's Hologram

1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 29 Will

Rhoreen shakes off the confusion effects and bides her time before acting.