[AP] Iron Gods by GM Rutseg

Game Master Balacertar

Yambul drops one of his acid flasks, but he scarcely hears the tinkle of glass as it breaks. I mean, he knew Chaance was special, and maybe not human. I mean, all the robots kept saying it, and there were the jokes, but he didn’t really believe it.

Not until now.

He peers down the hole at the lack of nanites.

"OK then."

I don't understand... Chaance reaches her hands out in front of her, watching the skin along her forearms as it ripples towards her fingertips from her elbows, then becomes still. No, that's not exactly true, is it?

You hurt me. Chaance rolls her shoulders back, leans her head back and forth, testing for pain, but she still doesn't pick herself up from her knees. I won't let that happen again. Understand that.

Okay, was not expecting that. Not that at all.

Rhoreen blinks and is too far away to stop Chaance, but does will herself to unmake gravity and will fly down after Chaance, acid flasks ready to go.

"Chaance! No!"

She flies down after Chaance...

"Chaance? Are you okay? Where are the nanites?" she looks around in confusion. "What happened?"

Chaance drops into the hole.

”"ସେମାନଙ୍କର ଶକ୍ତି ଭିତରେ ଅଛି, ବିନା ..."

”Yea, I figured she of all ‘people’ would be interested in the nanite babble. She is probably the only one of us who can do that, because she is not broken. Much. Now though who knows?”

He pokes his head over the well head and echoes down into it. ”HEY! ARE YOU O.K.? O.k.? ok? ok?ok.?”

He looks a bit askance at Yambul. "Weren't you supposed to go down there first?"

He quaffs an elixer and a mutagen and carefully climbs back down.

Climb: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Heightened Awareness, Mutagen +Dex -Wis

Yambul nods to Zzvkgrogk, "Right." He glides down on the rope, taking-10 and fast-climbing (DC 10, check 20).

Once down below, he says, "Is, ah, everyone OK?"

If so, he'll take out his chainsaw and look around, checking for any recent tracks. He starts his weapon up though before opening any more doors.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Survival (tracking): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17

Weird!

Rūha is in the middle of passing her EMP pistol over to Zzvkgrogk when Chaance more of less jumps right into the mouth of the beast and comes out none the worse for wear. "Well then."

"Did you know that was going to work Chaance? And, do you think you can do it again if there are more of them?" She grabs a hold of the rope herself to start climbing down as she asks the question, emboldened by how easily Chaance cleared things out.

Taking 10 to climb down

Once at the bottom she taps into her strange link to her past to regain her armor reinforcement (Barkskin 70 mins)

"You are going to need all the help you can gather. Let me" Redfang kindly presses his hands over Zzvkgrogk who sees his fur strengthening like wood.
barkskin: +2 enhancement natural AC (this builds on top of mutagen)

Deveric sighs, and kneels in front of the swarm attacked ratfolk and presses his hand on his wounds "Stag Lord, heal the wounds of the scout, so he can protect our community"
CLW: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

With that, everyone who remains outside the well, makes it down.

As you make it past the tunnel of the well and into the complex where the nanites were waiting, you get a complete view of the room.

A1. Recordkeeping
The eastern side of this otherwise metal-walled room is collapsed, revealing a wet, earthen shaft leading upward. The floor is covered to a depth of three inches with stagnant water that’s seeped in from the exposed earth. The west wall contains a bank of strange machinery and cracked or partially shattered glass panels. To the north, an open doorway beckons into another, larger room, but the door’s frame sparks periodically with tiny bolts of electricity.

Although groundwater slowly seeps into the floor of this room, the water table is such that the standing water that accumulates here doesn’t get particularly deep.

All the monitors here are ruined by the crash.

Past the opened door to the north, you see the water floor extends into a wide room with more techno-ruins type of tables and chairs where some panels flash at set intervals.

Chaance: 5 damage
Rhoreen: light 69 min, levitate 6 min
Rūha: barkskin 70 min
Yambul: light
Zzvkgrogk: 0 damage, heightened awareness 70 min, mutagen (+4 Dex, -2 Wis, +2 nat AC) 70 min, barkskin (+2) 40 min

Rhoreen still looks at Chaance, awaiting an explanation or at least a few words about how they were doing.

* * *

1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 14 + 2 = 36 Perception

”Oh, watch out for bad wires.”

"Chaance? Are you okay? Where are the nanites? What happened?"

"They've been subsumed." Chaance looks down on her hands again, before looking up at Rhoreen, her gaze a little more remote compared to moments before, in the sunlight.

"I'm at a bit of a loss. I think I have been here before. But I can't recall any of it, except the nanites. The nanites were... are... mine. I don't remember being separated from them."

"Did you know that was going to work Chaance? And, do you think you can do it again if there are more of them?"

I hoped it would work... "Yes. But I don't think it can happen again. These nanites consider me... sole proprietor."

Chaance turns to Zzvkgrogk. "I don't think you need to kick me again. I must admit that this is an android's body. I'm in a mild state of disbelief right now, but I can comprehend that much. That I'm wearing someone else's face, not the other way 'round."

The android waits for the others to move forward, slow to adjust to her new reality, slow to follow at first.

"You are going to need all the help you can gather. Let me"

Zzvkgrogk watches his fur harden in surprise. Whoa! I should try this sometime…

”... oddly breathable, very comfortable! Again, you are both too kind! Thank you Iadrin, and thank you Deveric, servant of Stag Lord!”
~~

"I don't think you need to kick me again.”

With no apparent inclination to kick her, Zzvkgrogk nods gravely at Chaance in empathy as she speaks. ”’Sole proprietor’, huh? So I’m guessing it would be not so great to use a nanite gun on you? Would it cause an internal war? How far back to you remember, maybe only 11 years or so? I’m betting this might be some remains of the Foundry my kin took out when I was a wee fuzzlet. You, Chaance, in particular want to stay away from the wires as Calliope suggests. Wouldn’t want to short something in you out and cause the nanites become separated again from their sole proprietor.”

He follows Yambul to the door, looking forward.

DisableDevice: 1d20 + 19 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 19 + 2 = 31 Trapfinding, +4 ePicks, Breakfast

Chaance turns to Zzvkgrogk. "I don't think you need to kick me again. I must admit that this is an android's body. I'm in a mild state of disbelief right now, but I can comprehend that much. That I'm wearing someone else's face, not the other way 'round."

”Wait, so you’re like, in another body? Your soul belongs elsewhere? Some mixup in the boneyard?” Yambul tries to get his head wrapped around that concept and struggles.

With people moving up though, he gets a move on. He’s meant to be in front, and he knows it. He’ll hover nearby as Zzvkgrogk works to disarm the trap. As he does so, he’ll fire up his chainsaw.

”Bzzzz! Bzzz! Roar! PutterPutterPutter…”

He hovers by the door with Zzvkgrogk.

EDIT: With the trap removed, Yambul will cautiously make his way into the next area.

Rhoreen identifies the danger of the sparkling door and indicates Zzvkgrogk how to fix it, who with the help of some epick and the good advice rewires the door for the sparks to disappear.

Yambul then advances into the adjoining room.

A2. Administration
This wide room has a rounded desk in the center inset with banks of technological equipment. A large set of doors to the northeast are badly mangled and jammed with rocky debris. A single glass panel with a thin metal frame extends from a desk to the south; this panel slowly flashes with a softly pulsating white light. A few inches of standing water cover the southern portion of the room’s floor.

The door to the west does not budge when you pass your hand in front of the lateral panel like it usually happened in other crashed ships.

"’Sole proprietor’, huh? So I’m guessing it would be not so great to use a nanite gun on you? Would it cause an internal war? How far back to you remember, maybe only 11 years or so? I’m betting this might be some remains of the Foundry my kin took out when I was a wee fuzzlet..."

"I have a family... a childhood..." Chaance sounds and looks a little strained as she voices what should be axioms, to anyone.

"Wait, so you’re like, in another body? Your soul belongs elsewhere? Some mixup in the boneyard?”

"My soul belongs here, Yambul. I'm only..." Chaance purses her lips to stop them from quivering, less from emotion, and more from her failure to process exactly what is taking place in this ...place.

Expecting more technological dangers, Rūha keeps the EMP pistol at the ready in one hand and turns on a flashlight in another. She places what she hopes is a reassuring third hand on Chaance's shoulder to counter some of the unkind words from the others "While it may come as an unexpected turn, I assure you there's nothing bad about being an android. Some of my finest colleagues and fellow teachers were androids. All sorts among them, and yes, some who had echoes of their past consciousnesses to process."

She ducks through the doorway once Zzvkgrogk disables the sparking wires.

Engineering: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

"Seems as though someone was here before us. The functioning panel doesn't match the look of the rest of this place. Let's see why." She heads over to the glass panel to see if it can be woken from hibernation to display any sort of interface.

”"I have a family... a childhood..." Chaance sounds and looks a little strained as she voices what should be axioms, to anyone.

Ahhh, AW! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! Don’t cry!

”Ah, of course you do, have uh all of those things. I mean, how could you be all android? You look like you are about to cry. And if you start crying, I”ll probably start crying. Yeah. It’s a thing, But I don’t think all-android androids can do that – look like they’re about to cry. Maybe there’s a way to undo – ” he waves his ePick armed hands in her general direction ” – this. Or, maybe as we learn more, you’ll find you might not want to undo anything. Come on, buck up. Let’s learn.”

He give a cursory glance to Rūha as he moves to inspect the lit up desk.

knowEng: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 14 + 2 = 22 Heightened Awareness

”Strange this here flashy panel on the desk is the only thing with power here… Let's see what this does...” Unless someone stops him, he presses the flashing panel on the desk.

"I'm at a bit of a loss. I think I have been here before. But I can't recall any of it, except the nanites. The nanites were... are... mine. I don't remember being separated from them."

”Huh,” Rhoreen nods, pondering what happened. ”Can’t say I expected that. But you’re okay though, right?”

Not really wanting to take her eyes off Chaance, Rhoreen does move into the next room, following Yambul.

”A family and a childhood? That’s….again, not what I expected. Maybe I should stop expecting things. But you’re okay though, right Chaance??” She asks, trying to take it all in and figure out what it means.

Rhoreen moves back from the buttons that Zzvkgrogk pushes, waiting to see what happens.

Yambul stands by the next door, and watches the button pushers do their job. He stands ready with the chainsaw, expecting trouble.

As you press on the flashing screen an image appears on the glass—an image of the same room, as viewed from above the southern door. A man leans in over the screen on the desk in the image, then straightens up and nods his head eagerly before speaking to the apparently empty room "As I thought. While this terminal accepted my spell’s magical charge, it’s unlinked to any sort of central archive. We’ll not be able to extract any significant information from here."

A second, much deeper voice from an unknown source replies, "But what you seek still lies within the ruins of this ship, does it not, Master Xoud?"

The man nods again. "I believe so. We will need to explore further. There may be additional defenses though. This is why I called upon you, Sahasho—you will lead the way."

At this point, the man walks away, a swirling of dust and wind following him before both are eclipsed by the screen’s edge. The screen flickers and goes dark.

This short recording repeats on a loop.

1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 2 = 16 Know (Local)
1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 15 + 2 = 34 Know (Arcana)

”That’s Xoud. I’d know his dead, cold death gasps anywhere. Seems like he was speaking to an invisible companion,” Rhoreen expands portentously. ”I would kill him again if I could. Maybe there is another version around here that we can kill too.”

Is it possible to tell how long ago this was? Does it seem like 15 or more years ago?

Rhoreen thinks a system like this would not remain charged, even on stand by mode, for more than a year.

KnowLocal: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 2 = 20 Heightened Awareness
Know Arc: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31

Zzvkgrogk nods as Rhoreen speaks.

”Is it me, or did he look younger?”

”EEEK” Zzvkgrogk shrieks in sudden realiztion.

”Could that be the invisible slayer – the ‘unseen terror of Hellion’ that we mistook the xill for?”

”So, did Xoud recharge this with some sort of magic, then -- unknowingly perhaps -- activate some recording mechanism?”

He looks up toward the southern door for a camera.

Percept: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 9 + 2 = 25 Heightened Awareness

”Could that be the invisible slayer – the ‘unseen terror of Hellion’ that we mistook the xill for?”

"What? No?" Rhoreen responds. "I'm pretty sure I identified that xill correctly as correctly possible that I could." Nat 20. "But it could be another type of more invisible extraplanar creature."

"What's troubling is that that message was recorded somewhat recently. And Xoud, may his remains give worms great joy, was able to bend space to access this local despite the protections above. That is worrisome because we will be catching up on what he saw and learnt down here, and completely miss whatever the Jerkneck League has taken."

Rhoreen waits for the next door to be opened.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

”I wonder what he was after down here. Sounds like something more specific than just whatever tech he could put his hands to. And how’d he get past the glyph? Bastard.”

Yambul suggests, ”Let’s see if we can figure out what he found. Maybe it’s still here. Oh, Rhoreen, can I has the heroism now?"

After receiving the spell, if possible, and if the more perceptive clear the door for transit, he’ll open it - adamantine chain saw softly burbling along and at the ready.

"Hmm, he seemed to be some kind of mage? Maybe he suppressed the sealing magic and neutralized the nanites. I agree though, it seems odd that everything would still be in place afterward." Rūha ponders out loud. "Also, he was working with the Technic League in Torch, but here the Technic League spy was investigating this place as if they didn't know what was down here. I wonder if Xoud was keeping this a secret for himself for some reason."

Can we do anything else with the terminal other than view the video?

Rūha inspects the door leading deeper into the complex for any further hazards.

Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33

"While it may come as an unexpected turn, I assure you there's nothing bad about being an android. Some of my finest colleagues and fellow teachers were androids. All sorts among them, and yes, some who had echoes of their past consciousnesses to process."

Chaance listens, then acknowledges the words of the kasatha as comfort, as something reasonable to cling onto. She sets her lips firmly, mulling over the words, again and again.

"Come on, buck up. Let’s learn.”

"But you’re okay though, right Chaance??

Chaance nods, both to buck up and to acknowledge her state of okay, and follows. She looks about ceaselessly, seeking more intelligence about her surrounds, and waiting for the next danger to emerge from yet another... spacecraft? long buried construction steeped in technology. Did they find what they were looking for, I wonder.

As always, and hitherto going forth: Rhoreen will cast one extended Heroism on Yambul per day whenever he asks it (except not in combat). Just make it so.

Rhoreen does a spellcasting.

Rūha checks through the interface here but can only find a recording feature with no more content, and Zzvkgrogk confirms the camera over the door.

Yambul finds the door is unpowered and it does not easily open, but after trying with both hands free, he manages so slide up, opening the way forward.
Strength DC 20: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Strength DC 20: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Strength DC 20: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

The door leads to another door after a short corridor.
Strength DC 20: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Strength DC 20: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Strength DC 20: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

And after the same maneuver, he manages also to slide it up. Both doors remain up after this.

A3.
This cavernous chamber is split into mazelike passages by tall stacks of dark, dusty machinery. The western side of this room is a jumble of stone, as from a catastrophic collapse. Three crushed tubes protrude from under the tumbled stone, each as wide as a wagon and capped with a circular metal plate. On the north side of this room, a shattered glass terrarium surrounded by technical equipment stands empty. To the south, more silent machinery looms amid workbenches scattered with technological parts and several large machines that bear restraints and metal skullcaps.

Chaance: 5 damage
Rhoreen: light 67 min, levitate 4 min
Rūha: barkskin 70 min
Yambul: light, heroism 140 min
Zzvkgrogk: 0 damage, heightened awareness 68 min, mutagen (+4 Dex, -2 Wis, +2 nat AC) 68 min, barkskin (+2) 38 min

1d20 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 16 + 2 = 20 Know (Eng*)

"This room is interesting. What was this machinery for, do you think?" Rhoreen moves in after others and looks around. She thinks about touching a metal skullcap but then thinks better of it.

She looks around with Detect Magic.

1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 14 + 2 = 33 Perception

Engineering: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18

"Interesting for sure, but it's seen much better days. I wonder in what shape it was in when Xoud visited..." She looks over the straps and skullcaps for a moment before she suggests "Some kind of brainwashing facility? I've heard some fairly dire stories. Perhaps the Androffans were capable of similar when dealing with people they didn't want to keep imprisoned."

She keeps an eye out for any traps for hazards as the party moves forwards.

Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34

KnowEng*: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 14 + 2 = 20

Zzvkgrgok puzzles over some of the technological parts, particularly the metal skullcaps and restraints.

No Sir, I don’t like it.

”No idea, but it doesn’t look good.”

"Some kind of brainwashing facility?”

”... Does anybody know what happens to organic beings when nanites decide to ‘pacify' those 'defective androids’?”

Yambul keeps his eyes open for trouble as he moves up to the side door. Assuming it’s a closet, he goes ahead and opens it real-quick while the others are searching the room and discovering things. Assuming it’s empty of anything useful, he’ll close the door again and wait.

"... Does anybody know what happens to organic beings when nanites decide to ‘pacify' those 'defective androids’?”

"I don't think it would be survivable." Chaance holds up her fingertips, where still lie smears of her reddish-appearing bodily fluids. "If my body were truly elven, I think I would have been reduced to bone dust and meat paste."

Chaance follows Yambul, her interest in the facilities getting the better of her.

Rhoreen finds nothing magical aside from the group's belongings.

Yambul tries the door to the northeast, and finds it is as stuck without power as the previous ones.

While sentimental Chaance is too distracted taken by her feelings, and Yambul is completely caught up by the door, the rest of the party barely notices some figures moving behind the skullcaps and machines.

Before the group can even react or mediate word, two small, cylindrical metal devices fall within the rear lines, where Yambul and Zzvkgrogk stand.
Throw DC 5: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Throw DC 5: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Then three of the figures get closer, revealing deformed humanoids with weird techno-tattoos and worrying red eyes. They jump over Chaance with metal bars wickedly modified with spikes to resemble morningstars!

Chaance: 5 damage
Rhoreen: light 67 min, levitate 4 min, false life 7 h, mage armor 14 h, heroism 137 min
Rūha: mage armor 14 h, barkskin 70 min
Yambul: light, heroism 140 min
Zzvkgrogk: 0 damage, heightened awareness 68 min, mutagen (+4 Dex, -2 Wis, +2 nat AC) 68 min, barkskin (+2) 38 min
Surprise round: Foes, Rūha, Zzvkgrogk, Rhoreen
Round 1: Foes, Chaance, Rūha, Zzvkgrogk, Rhoreen, Yambul

Remember, only one standard action within the surprise round!

1d20 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 16 + 2 = 34 Know (Eng*)
1d20 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 16 + 2 = 29 Know (Eng*)

For the androids: DRs? Weaknesses? Special attacks?

”Look out! Grenade tossing androids!” Rhoreen startles out. She skitters back and away from the unknown grenades. She will tell what she thinks about the DRs and weaknesses if she learns any.

"I don't think it would be survivable. If my body were truly elven, I think I would have been reduced to bone dust and meat paste."

A-a-a-aaand that antibiotic is inside you?!

Zzvkgrogk gulps, then is distracted from his thoughts by a pair of grenades.

KnowEng*: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 14 + 2 = 19
KnewEng*: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 14 + 2 = 29

Zzvkgrogk doesn't wait to take a closer look or on Rhoreen's explanation. He teleports scurries away from the bombs and into an alcove of sorts.

He shoots at an android carving out his allies from the splash damage.
Precise bombs.

LaserPistol+: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 11 - 4 = 10 Cover, Touch
for Damage: 1d6 + 3d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + (3, 3, 5) + 3 = 18 Zzvkgrogk Special, Fire
and RatBomb: 6 = 6 points of damage to adjacent foes

Engineering: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18
Engineering: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Ruha, seeing Chaance in trouble, dashes forward and vaults around one of the malformed androids. She stands ready to serve as a distraction, but doesn't manage to do much else yet.

Acrobatics to tumble: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (10) + 20 = 30

The group scatters away from the grenades, Rūha jumping over the machines to reach the back of the androids.

Which explode swiftly, sending concussion pieces all over the place, taking Yambul and Chaance by surprise. One of the grenades bursts also reaches the deformed androids and Rhoreen.
Rhoreen and one of the androids has cover (+2 to Ref)
Bludgeoning damage (Ref DC 15 for half): 5d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 5, 2, 6) = 19 This one only hits Yambul and Chaance
Bludgeoning damage (Ref DC 15 for half): 5d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 1, 3, 3) = 15

Red: Ref DC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Black: Ref DC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Yellow: Ref DC 15 (cover): 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 2 = 14
The shrapnel hurts all of them leaving their inner tissues exposed.

One follows Rūha's movements trying to catch her on air.
Morningstar vs Rūha: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 201d8 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
But she dodges away the swing.

The other two assault Chaance, looking after vital spots.
Morningstar vs Chaance (flatfooted, sneak attack): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 191d8 + 7 + 2d6 ⇒ (8) + 7 + (3, 5) = 23
Morningstar vs Chaance (flatfooted, sneak attack): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 261d8 + 7 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 7 + (2, 1) = 15
After the grenade's burst, they strike ferociously on her legs bending her and then hitting her head, leaving her unconscious on the floor.

The other two jump over the conveyor belt.
Acrobatics DC 10: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Acrobatics DC 10: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

And reach for Yambul with feral swings.
Morningstar vs Yambul (flatfooted, sneak attack): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 91d8 + 7 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 7 + (5, 5) = 19
Morningstar vs Yambul (flatfooted, sneak attack): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 221d8 + 7 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 7 + (2, 1) = 11
One of them stumbles with the conveyor belt and almost falls in front of the Kellid, but the other one strikes him in the back when he is just turning.

Red: 15 damage
Black: 15 damage
Yellow: 15 damage
Chaance: 49 or 57 damage
Rhoreen: light 67 min, levitate 4 min, false life 7 h, mage armor 14 h, heroism 137 min
Rūha: mage armor 14 h, barkskin 70 min
Yambul: 11 damage, light, heroism 140 min
Zzvkgrogk: 0 damage, heightened awareness 68 min, mutagen (+4 Dex, -2 Wis, +2 nat AC) 68 min, barkskin (+2) 38 min
Round 1: Foes, Chaance, Rūha, Zzvkgrogk, Rhoreen, Yambul

1d10 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 temp hp from False Life, precast
1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 2 = 13 Reflex..and temp are gone

Rhoreen takes some boom damage, grumbling that she couldn't get further away. She ponders her next action.

Round 1

Reflex Save v DC 15: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Reflex Save v DC 15: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

-5 previous damage, -16 grenade damage, -23 sneak damage, -15 sneak damage = -59 totes damage

Chaance barely begins to grasp her new life, when she loses her grip entirely, collapsing dead on the floor of the Foundry.

Reflex: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 2 = 25 (heroism) vs DC 15 for 9
Reflex: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 8 + 2 = 30 (heroism) vs DC 15 for 7

”Chaance! Damnit, Rüha, heal him!” Yambul cries out, worried for his friend, android or not.

Remember we all got that Cure Serious Wounds at a touch way back when. I don’t think any of us have used it yet. Doesn’t work like a Breath of Life though if Chaance is past -11. :(

More to come, but I’m last in init and would see what others do first.

With so much between him and the grenades, Zzvkgrogk has a difficult time seeing anything but deranged androids.

”WHAT? What happened? Where’s Chaance?!”

Zzvkgrogk peeks around the corner and unloads on the malformed robots trying to improve his visibility. He cuts out his allies.

LaserPistol+, Blue: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 11 - 2 = 10 Touch
for Damage: 1d6 + 3d6 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (4) + (4, 3, 3) + 3 + 6 = 23 Fire, Zzvkgrogk Special, Deadly Aim
And +6 more damage to adjacent targets. Exploding Bullet/Splash

LaserPistol+, Blue: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 11 - 2 = 11 Touch
for Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 Fire, Deadly aim

Round 1

Rhoreen puts her hand to her skymetal rod, focusing its mercurial power at Yambul.

Skymetal's Onus: The subject of this onus is infused with the unquantifiable nature of skymetal. The target can choose one attack or one saving throw during the next round, it may roll twice and take the better result (choose before rolling).  45/50.

She steps back few steps after that.

Yambul swiftly studies blue as he tries to shut it down.
Chainsaw: 1d20 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 12 + 4 = 34 (hero, studied)
damage S: 3d6 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (1, 3, 1) + 13 + 2 = 20 (studied)
critthreat Chainsaw: 1d20 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 12 + 4 = 22 (hero, studied)
damage S: 3d6 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (4, 6, 5) + 13 + 2 = 30 (studied)

He’ll use the skymetal bonus on his second, weaker, swing - trusting that his first will connect most of the time even when unlucky.
Chainsaw: 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 5 + 4 = 23 (hero, studied) OR Chainsaw: 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 4 = 10 (hero, studied)
damage S: 3d6 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (1, 3, 5) + 13 + 2 = 24 (studied)

Yambul ducks in time, covering himself with his backpack from all the metal pieces the grenades produce on their burst.

Zzvkgrogk errs completely his shots, his pistol apparently not good enough calibrated for fighting in close quarters.

Rhoreen tries to twist fate on Yambul's favor, who makes the chainsaw roar cutting one of the androids in half, with plenty of gore, while the saw progresses on the back swing lodging on the other one and roaring breaking through the android's structure who looks in rage and shouts back "ମୃତ୍ୟୁ! ମୃତ୍ୟୁ!"

Rūha does something heroic!

With Chaance on the ground, two of the deformed androids swarm around Rūha!
Morningstar vs Rūha: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 251d8 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Morningstar vs Rūha: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 181d8 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
But she blocks one while another one crashes against Rhoreen's force barrier.

The other one jumps to the ground and ferociously comes over Yambul to help the other android.
Morningstar vs Yambul: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 161d8 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Morningstar vs Yambul: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 241d8 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
The Kellid avoids the first attack, but he is too slow with the second android that crushes his spiked metal bar on the ankle.

Green: 24 damage, badly wounded
Red: 15 damage, considerably wounded
Black: 15 damage, considerably wounded
Yellow: 15 damage, considerably wounded
Chaance: 59 damage
Rhoreen: light 67 min, levitate 4 min, false life 7 h, mage armor 14 h, heroism 137 min
Rūha: mage armor 14 h, barkskin 70 min
Yambul: 40 damage, light, heroism 140 min
Zzvkgrogk: 0 damage, heightened awareness 68 min, mutagen (+4 Dex, -2 Wis, +2 nat AC) 68 min, barkskin (+2) 38 min
Round 2: Androids, Chaance, Rūha (x2), Zzvkgrogk, Rhoreen, Yambul

Wow, that's terrible luck.
Heal to recognize Chaance's state: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Rūha can only watch as Chaance is struck from all sides and torn to shreds. She seems to fall in slow motion before Rūha's eyes, striking the floor with a weight that suggests she won't be waking. Yambul's request reaches her ringing ears, but all she can say is "Yambul, she's... no, focus on the androids." She fends off the two androids engaged with her, offering Advice to the group while punching out at the red one.

Advice for +2/+2. Stunning Fist on red - on hit, DC20 Fort or stunned 1 rd.

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16 Damage (B): 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

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Round 2, maintaining advice.
She follows by delivering a jab at red and stepping back to try to avoid getting easily flanked.

Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27 Damage (B): 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Round 1
Fort DC 20: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Rūha hits the android on the chest, leaving it without air. The metal bar slips out of its hands!
The android could not attack, but it did not hit, so no change.

Round 2
Fort DC 20: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
The fist goes directly to the jab, leaving the android seeing the stars, despite the room is fully covered.

Green: 24 damage, badly wounded
Red: 22 damage, badly wounded, stunned r3, disarmed
Black: 15 damage, considerably wounded
Yellow: 15 damage, considerably wounded
Chaance: 59 damage
Rhoreen: light 67 min, levitate 4 min, false life 7 h, mage armor 14 h, heroism 137 min
Rūha: mage armor 14 h, barkskin 70 min
Yambul: 40 damage, light, heroism 140 min
Zzvkgrogk: 0 damage, heightened awareness 68 min, mutagen (+4 Dex, -2 Wis, +2 nat AC) 68 min, barkskin (+2) 38 min
Round 2: Androids, Chaance, Rūha, Zzvkgrogk, Rhoreen, Yambul

Round 2

Rhoreen fires a series of force missiles at green, hoping to take it down.

4d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3, 1, 1) + 4 = 10 force damage

Zzvkgrogk smacks his pistol against the skymetal wall a couple of times to recalibrate it.

LaserPistol+, Green: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 11 - 2 = 20 Touch
for Damage: 1d6 + 3d6 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (2) + (1, 3, 5) + 3 + 6 = 20 Fire, Zzvkgrogk Special, Deadly Aim
And +6 more damage to adjacent targets. Exploding Bullet/Splash

LaserPistol+, Green or Yellow if Green is down: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 11 - 2 = 27 Touch
for Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 Fire, Deadly aim

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What is this? How did I survive that?

We failed to consider our initial damage to your frame when we reincorporated. It left you weakened, and vulnerable to the destructive capability of several aggressors. The grenades didn't help.

So... still alive then?

For now. Lie still.

I can't open my eyes, let alone pick myself up... Hello?

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