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"The Kellid ***local*** tribes keep themselves away from anything that smells technology, like this smoke structure. "
"That sure is different than the Kellids I've met recently. I know this one that wields a wicked chain blade, and another group was huffing Numerian Fluids," Rhor notes the regional differences in this very small section of Numeria.
* * *
"The tower that Furkas's dead body was taken to... right?"
Rhor nods. "And if they are throwing around that kind of magic to bring his body back, then they might have enough magic to unkill him. So...we might have the pleasure to kill him again. It was nice the last time, and I suppose it will be nice again to do it, don't you think? To pay for what they did to Torch?" She answers Chaance, trying to gauge the reaction, then looks around to see if anyone feels the same.
She turns to Red*fang*.
"Yeah, unless anyone else feels differently, I think we have it from here," Rhoreen responds. "I appreciate you going out of your way to hustle and drag us here."
Rhor nods. "And if they are throwing around that kind of magic to bring his body back, then they might have enough magic to unkill him."
"A fair concern. That said, the impression I received from earlier is that this won't exactly be a Technic League bastion with all the resources that implies. More some place specifically belonging to Xoud. Or maybe, now that Xoud is dead, perhaps its been taken over by that ysoki acquaintance of Zzvkgrogk's. Depending on how loyal that ysoki was, I could see things going either way. And given how Sahasho was treated, I'm leaning toward this tower being 'formerly owned by Xoud'"
Ruha shoulders her pack and readies to continue. "If we have a little more time today, we can at least examine the base and see if it'll take any special tools to enter."
Zzvkgrogk partakes of the fearsome yet defeated lizard thing with some trepidation which he quickly overcomes after the first taste.
”Mmm. Tastes like super fatty chicken.”
~~~
The next day he follows Redfang and the rest through their leisurely stroll through the forest, and regards the smoking tower with some wonder mixed with disgust.
”It looks like an enormous ashtray modified to defeat buffeting winds from picking up smoking embers and setting the landscape ablaze…” Heo covesr his nose.
No sir, I don’t like it.
”now that Xoud is dead, perhaps its been taken over by that ysoki acquaintance of Zzvkgrogk's. Depending on how loyal that ysoki was”
”I would not count on Xoud being dead, depending on how useful he was to Ozmyn Zaidow,” chimes in Zzvkgrogk. ”As for Izzkvitgrk of Scrapwall, I don’t think ‘loyal’ is quite the right word. You can bet he’s in it for the glory power and money. He’s like a flesh eating fish – taking out chunks of whatever he can get his sharp pinky teeth into. Aside from him, I think we might be facing a powerful wizard of some sort, and we might want to plan accordingly before sneaking in…”
Yambul tries the lizard the way Redfang cooks it. ”Kinda like the smaller ones around Torch.” he chews thoughtfully. ”Say, Redfang, is there a clearing or glade of any note around here?” He tries to speak casually, but those who know him know there’s an importance to the question for Yambul.
He looks up at the smoking tower, so close, and suggests, ”Yes, let’s go in the morning. Might be worth looking around a little outside first. We might miss something if we rush in.”
He listens to the stories about what might lie within and what had been seen before. When Rhoreen and Zzvgkrogk suggest caution and planning for wizards he chuckles. ”Not much you can do around a wizard but trust to luck and cut them down quickly.”
"There are many clearings in the forest, we can look for one if you want to camp" Redfang comments, and after some more talk gives you farewell to go meet with the Kellid tribes.
Meanwhile, the group approaches the tower to have a closer look before the night comes.
This towering stone structure rises high above the tops of the surrounding trees. The towers walls are made of metal and stone and stained black with greasy soot, and its roof is a metal cone crowded by a forest of pipes and chimneys belching smoke into the sky. The tower’s few windows are narrow and slatted with thick metal grills, and its only door is a metal rectangle with rounded corners, twelve feet high and nine feet wide. The door bears no knob or handle—only a two-inch-wide hole in the center, the edges of which are cracked and bent as if a tremendous force wrenched something free. A large number of immense humanoid footprints mar the ground surrounding the tower.
An examination of the door's central hole confirms that it once housed some sort of opening mechanism, but that it's been broken off the door's front.
"Hrmmm... I don't suppose dressing as environmental inspectors and knocking to ask for Xoud as if we didn't know he was dead will work... but we could spider climb if nothing else. Anyone have any ideas?"
"Hrmmm... I don't suppose dressing as environmental inspectors and knocking to ask for Xoud as if we didn't know he was dead will work... but we could spider climb if nothing else. Anyone have any ideas?"
Rhoreen counts at least two different ways to get herself in with no issue, but stumbles at the idea of getting too many others in along with her.
”We could try knocking, I suppose,” Rhoreen says, looking around for a window or balcony that isn’t crusted over with iron. ”Might be I get a few of us in, and hopes the door can be unlocked from the inside and there isn’t too many guards?”
Weapon Equipped = None
Conditions = Heroism
Chainsaw: Att: 8/3 BAB +5 Str +1 magic (-3 PA) Dam: +7 Str +1 magic (+9 PA) Crit: 15-20x2 DR: adamantine, magic Charges: 8/10
Falchion: Att: 8/3 BAB +5 Str +1 MW (-3 PA) Dam: +7 Str (+9 PA) Crit: 18-20x2 DR: adamantine
Chef’s knife: Att: 8/3 BAB +1 MW +5 Str / +2 Dex (-3 PA) Dam: +5 Str (+6 PA) Crit: 19-20x2 DR: none Rng: 10’
Studied: () (mv|sw|im; +2 att, dam, bluff, disguise, intimidate, knowledge, perception, sense motive, stealth, survival)
Improved Iron Will (1/1d, reroll will save)
Spell (1/1d, st, Shield, cl7)
Spell Like (1/1d, st, Prestidigitation, cl1)
Spell Like (1 time, st, Cure Serious Wounds, cl5)
- - -
Yambul’s disappointed there’s not an important glade about, but grins when he sees the tower. ”What a hunk of junk.”
After a quick trip with Rhoreen for a boost, he’ll walk up to the door and see if it ‘opens’ by pulling or pushing. If it doesn’t immediately open to his efforts, he’ll knock and call out, ”Xoud in by chance? We’re, ah, inspectors. Open up!”
(heroism)
(heroism)
Rhoreen looks up the tower and after a walk around identifies two windows on the middle floors, they are narrow and slatted with thick metal grills.
Yambul pushes and pulls the sturdy skymetal door, but it will not budge. He notices though the central piece missing is part of some gearing system to open the gate. There are marks in the door like if someone has taken out this large knob or opening mechanism by force.
No one answers to the Kellid's calls.
"I don't suppose we could shoot the autograpnel through the door and pull it off..."
"Alternatively, with one spell, we could all do the climb thing.
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"Alright! Fine. I'll do this, stand aside," Rhoreen orders smugly, casting Light on herself and Detect Magic and taking a moment to prepare her guts for nausea and makes sure she has a good spot to vomit if needed.
And then she will recall the retching mixture of the aforementioned Kellid tribes, causing her body to shift from the Numerian Fluids.
She will walk through the door and first see if there any threats on the inside, and also if there is a way to unlock the door from within.
Perception
Stealth
Rhoreen disappears through the skymetal door.
There are some tense moments where nothing happens. Then, about half minute later, the gears in the door hole start to move and the gate opens to reveal a nauseated but smirking half-elf in the middle of a corridor.
This grand hall is ten feet wide and twenty-five feet long. A large metal door stands at the west end of this entry, while three other metal doors stand in the walls at the opposite end. The middle door is slightly smaller than the others, and a metal wheel is mounted in the center of each door.
In the middle of the hall, at half distance, there is a fallen human body, it is in a clear state of decay.
Rhoreen offers a nauseated smirking look that seems to suggest 'did you not think I could do this' as she waits for the party to enter.
"There is a body over there that I haven't had a chance to look at yet. Not sure about anything else around here. Let's be careful."
Rhoreen will re-cast Detect Magic and look around moreso. She focuses on looking for the magics she expected and will then look around for more dangerous traps and things of interest.
Perception
Rūha is rather stunned at this new power from Rhor, but when she appears on the other side of the now-open door with her usual smirk, she decides to take it in stride. "Well now that's something you don't see every day." She turns her attention to the open hallway "Nor is this place..."
Ruha is very wary of the doors in the hall, as well as any kind of discarded corpses. She looks through the hall for traps, then takes the lead up front.
"Now, who did they just leave lying here..." She inspects the decaying remains, but avoids touching them.
There are marks in the door like if someone has taken out this large knob or opening mechanism by force.
Based on the size of the door, and the speculation on the size of the requisite knob, Chaance is left to wonder what decided to sabotage the mechanics. Not Xoud, at least. A tower like this is defensible. Removing the knob would frustrate further efforts to gain access, wouldn't it?
When the door opens, and the corridor is revealed, the android remains outside for the time being, to allow the others to investigate the corpse.
"A body like that, laying there untouched for some time... What, a sudden natural death? Unlikely. Let us know what you think ended its life, Rūha. If you hear any sudden mechanical whirrings, consider removing yourself from the hallway."
Once the door is open, Zzvkgrogk slides in a bit and checks for traps.
"Well now that's something you don't see every day."
Rhoreen will prop the door open and be ready to go on as others examine the body and decide which door to open.
”Hopefully, that is the body we’re looking for, but probably not.”
A casual inspection of the body confirms this is not Xoud but another, considerably younger, human. He is draped in a humble tunic and without searching the body, its only possession is a belt pouch. Carefully opening the pouch, you find within a dead firefly, a small lump of wax, a piece of butter,a pinch of colorful sand and some powdered iron.
The contents in the pouch are the material spell components for the spells light, ghost sound, grease, color spray and enlarge person respectively.
By the current state of the body, you can say it has been dead for about a couple of weeks. That said, you find no signs of violence nor signs of the body had been dragged.
When you touch it for inspection, you notice something odd though: the head is unusually light.
A closer inspection makes you notice the suspect's jaw is dislodged from its frame.
You do not find traps in the hall, but Zzvkgrogk notices scorching marks along the corridor like those present in an oven. The atmosphere temperature is only slightly higher to the one in the forest outside though, and there is no signs of burn or overheat in the dead body.
Know (Arcana)
Heal
Seeing that the body belonged to a fellow magic user (probably a magic user/thief 2/4 multi class), Rhoreen is happy to delve more into the body. She learns little however, beyond the opportunity to pocket a few extra magical components.
”Well, it’s still dead, I can tell you,” she says, wondering if anyone can do better.
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Weapon Equipped = Chainsaw (1/60m)
Conditions = Heroism
Chainsaw: Att: 8/3 BAB +5 Str +1 magic (-3 PA) Dam: +7 Str +1 magic (+9 PA) Crit: 15-20x2 DR: adamantine, magic Charges: 7/10
Falchion: Att: 8/3 BAB +5 Str +1 MW (-3 PA) Dam: +7 Str (+9 PA) Crit: 18-20x2 DR: adamantine
Chef’s knife: Att: 8/3 BAB +1 MW +5 Str / +2 Dex (-3 PA) Dam: +5 Str (+6 PA) Crit: 19-20x2 DR: none Rng: 10’
Studied: () (mv|sw|im; +2 att, dam, bluff, disguise, intimidate, knowledge, perception, sense motive, stealth, survival)
Improved Iron Will (1/1d, reroll will save)
Spell (1/1d, st, Shield, cl7)
Spell Like (1/1d, st, Prestidigitation, cl1)
Spell Like (1 time, st, Cure Serious Wounds, cl5)
- - -
”I guess that one wasn’t going to open the door for us,” Yambul gestures to the dead body. ”Nicely done Rhoreen.” he adds, though he’s curious about the climbing. ”So you can cast that on all of us huh? Cool.” he says to Zzvkgrogk pondering how that might help in a variety of ways. Could he attack from the ceiling? Would he get dizzy?
He takes out his chainsaw and fires it up - powering it for the next hour. Then he hesitates. ”Do think that bloke died from a trap?” he waits for folks to check for traps.
When none are found, he steps up and does his own inspection of the body.
He takes out a dog-eared book and compares notes. "Look here, this man's had his jaw dislodged and his head is light..." a thought occurs to him, but he shakes it loose. "Poor bloke died here though, no dragging evidence."
He sets his book down and takes out his ioun torch. He shines it in the dead man's mouth. He shudders a moment at his thoughts, and then peers inside the cavity.
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Zzvkgrogk snags the powdered iron.
"Poorl guy. Are there brains? Did they take the brains? Brains are pretty heavy."
He continues looking for traps on the doors.
Yambul inspects the mouth of the corpse with light from the ioun stone. He finds at the upper part of the throat a big hole.
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Chaance maintains her post just outside the door, watching the surrounding Smokewood for signs of trouble. She listens in on the post-Mort-em, waiting for the sign that they've figured out a way into the Tower from the foyer.
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"Grisly. And almost surgical..." Rūha doesn't like the look of the body for more than just its decayed state when Yambul turns it over. "What would do something like this to him, and why? I don't see this as Xoud's past time, or if it is, he's a more twisted man than I would have placed him as." She then looks at the scorch marks that Zzvk is pointing out and suggests "While he didn't die from flames, these scorch marks aren't just decoration. We should be very careful when we try opening other doors."
She puts the back of one hand on each of the north and south doors.
The scorch marks suddenly jump out at Zzvkgrogk, and he pulls out and uses the radiation detector.
"Is something cooking? Let's hope it's not us!"
Zzvkgrogk starts the radiation detector, but there is only a faint natural noise and no radiation is pointed out on the screen.
After the initial inspection of the body, the group can focus on other features of the tower, the most prominent one, the constant hissing and thrumming that creates a constant low hum throughout the tower that makes hearing noises a bit more difficult. The noise is coming from the central core of the tower.
As well, the group notices the hall is well illuminated, the source, the stone ceiling. Rhoreen and Zzvkgrogk quickly understand this is the product of continual flame effects on the ceiling. This light feature will repeat along the whole tower.
The doors Rūha point have large skymetal wheels on their central area.
”I think if you spin the wheels the doors might open. That’s how I opened the front door,” Rhoreen says, moving back and waiting for a door to open. She doesn’t yet have an opinion about the lack of brain or scorch marks.
Yambul puts his book away and stands grinning, "Gory stuff."
He revs his chainsaw a couple times, "Rvvvvrooooom!" Naturally he's just making sure it is ready. Naturally.
He goes up to the southern door when folks are ready and tries to open it.
Opening the door takes a considerable effort, as Yambul has to spin the wheel multiple times until the door unseals with a loud screech.
This wedge-shaped room contains several storage racks and crates, as well as a sickly odor. A door leads to the north and a large alcove to the southwest contains a wrought iron spiral staircase, leading up.
The movement of the wheel at the other side, and the loud screech have warned the room occupants, two guard robots armed with hammers and shields that are ready to strike.
These are riot suppressor robots, a non rare sight at the streets of Starfall when the Technic League needs to suppress revolts at the capital of Numeria, but an extremely outstanding sighting outside that city.
They are known for their skill to strike with non lethal damage and their integrated stun guns for range combat.
Like many robots these ones have hardness and are immune to many effects like constructs, but these ones are very skilled with their shields.
An oddity of these two is they have been reinforced with platting equivalent to a breastplate.
Their vulnerabilities are critical hits and electricity, and bad saving throws in all types.
The robots attack at first sight with their sparkling warhammers and their integrated guns "ବିପଦପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣ ଭାବେ ସଶସ୍ତ୍ର ଅନୁପ୍ରବେଶକାରୀ ଚିହ୍ନଟ ହେଲା | ନିର୍ଦ୍ଦେଶ | ହ୍ରାସ କରନ୍ତୁ |"
They surprise Yambul with plenty of attacks, but despite the pain, there is no blood or bruises, though the Kellid is left pretty stunned, almost unconscious.
"Dangerously armed intruder detected. Command. Reduce."
The noise is coming from the central core of the tower.
Annoyed and distracted by the irritating background thrumhiss, Zzvkgrogk quaffs his Heightened Awareness followed by his mutagen – just in case. He considers a shield of some kind, but decides to save it -- banking on the stronger people in front of him to engage or otherwise occupy incoming attacks. He has a gun in each 'hand', ready for anything.
’Definitely not an enigineer’s tower.”
“ପୁରୁଣା ରୋବଟ୍ ଗାର୍ଡ ଉପସ୍ଥିତ | ନିର୍ଦ୍ଦେଶାବଳୀ - ହାମର ନିଜସ୍ୱ ଖାସ୍ |” Zzvkgrogk offers, mimicking the robots.
”Oh,” he gasps, speaking rapidly. ”Riot suppressor Guard Robots. 'Reduce'!? They're suppposed to be non-lethal. Stun guns, have (hardness 10), and are skilled with shields. The breastplate -- is it magical, Calliope? Target them with electricity. Critical when possible! Make them save for their existence!”
He looks at Yambul with his adamantine chainsaw and says, ”You should be fine.”
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Weapon Equipped = Chainsaw (1/60m)
Conditions = Heroism
Chainsaw: Att: 8/3 BAB +5 Str +1 magic (-3 PA) Dam: +7 Str +1 magic (+9 PA) Crit: 15-20x2 DR: adamantine, magic Charges: 7/10
Falchion: Att: 8/3 BAB +5 Str +1 MW (-3 PA) Dam: +7 Str (+9 PA) Crit: 18-20x2 DR: adamantine
Chef’s knife: Att: 8/3 BAB +1 MW +5 Str / +2 Dex (-3 PA) Dam: +5 Str (+6 PA) Crit: 19-20x2 DR: none Rng: 10’
Studied: () (mv|sw|im; +2 att, dam, bluff, disguise, intimidate, knowledge, perception, sense motive, stealth, survival)
Improved Iron Will (1/1d, reroll will save)
Spell (1/1d, st, Shield, cl7)
Spell Like (1/1d, st, Prestidigitation, cl1)
Spell Like (1 time, st, Cure Serious Wounds, cl5)
- - -
Yambul closes the door.
As Zzvkgrogk eyes into the interior, Yambul presses on to close the door while the robots are hitting him everywhere.
It takes some strength and serene skill, but he manages to make the wheel spin at enough speed the door is sealed again by the end of his intervention!
Rūha readies her EMP pistol at the explanation from Zzvkgrogk. "Definitely doesn't look fine to me."
"Me either, that was less than optimal. Even for non-lethal damage, that was brutal."
Zzvkgrogk trains his arc pistol at the door.
for
Round 1
”Well, let’s get him healed up while we can,” Rhoreen says, fishing out a potion of CMW. She says this while her mind tries to figure out how to beat the bad robots.
Know (Engineering*) -
She will offer a potion of CMW to Yambul and move to give it to him. She will relate the info in the spoiler above.
”I have a good shocking spell that might be good against them. Maybe we’ll try again if they don’t get that door open.”
Chaance steps into partial view, missing the mauling while witnessing the door closing. She hefts the new bow, aware that metal men await behind the door, and that the weapon she bears should be able to cut into them better than Tuilindo.
Yambul notices the wheel is starting to turn, and he tries to hold the door .
And the stout Kellid holds it shut!
Weapon Equipped = Chainsaw (1/60m)
Conditions = Heroism
Chainsaw: Att: 8/3 BAB +5 Str +1 magic (-3 PA) Dam: +7 Str +1 magic (+9 PA) Crit: 15-20x2 DR: adamantine, magic Charges: 7/10
Falchion: Att: 8/3 BAB +5 Str +1 MW (-3 PA) Dam: +7 Str (+9 PA) Crit: 18-20x2 DR: adamantine
Chef’s knife: Att: 8/3 BAB +1 MW +5 Str / +2 Dex (-3 PA) Dam: +5 Str (+6 PA) Crit: 19-20x2 DR: none Rng: 10’
Studied: () (mv|sw|im; +2 att, dam, bluff, disguise, intimidate, knowledge, perception, sense motive, stealth, survival)
Improved Iron Will (1/1d, reroll will save)
Spell (1/1d, st, Shield, cl7)
Spell Like (1/1d, st, Prestidigitation, cl1)
Spell Like (0/1 time, st, Cure Serious Wounds, cl5)
- - -
Yambul wants to draw a potion, but need to keep his hand on the door too in order to hold it shut.
(heroism)
He then touches himself with the healing granted to each member of the party some time ago. He heals!
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Sarenrae herself answers Yambul prayer for help, which surrounds him in holy light that heals his wounds far beyond his expectations, as the goddess herself gives back for the previous services to her church.
AC = 18
HP = 52/52
Weapon Equipped = Elk Father's Bow
Condition(s) = None
"It looks like they're able to open doors. Let them come to us, we can fight them, two abreast. Unless you're seeking flank, Yambul?"
Chaance readies an arrow, should a robot manage to make its way through the doorway.
Ruha nods. "Take a step back. We'll focus our strikes on the first one that enters the corridor, one at a time." She also readies an attack if the robots manage to open the door.
Round 2
Rhoreen shoves the potion down Yambul's throat and then gets ready for the next round's releasing of the door.
Rhoreen downs a potion on Yambul's throat.
While Zzvkgrogk holds ready to shot.
This time the robots beat Yambul at the wheel, and as it turns the door slides open!
Rūha shocks the first robot while Yambul gets in the middle of Zzvkgrogk's shot. Chaance lodges a baneful arrow that breaks through the hull.
The other robot attacks and takes a shot at the Kellid.
The riot suppressor hits pretty hard on Yambul, but thanks to the healing, he holds up.
The robot that opened the door does not hold his warhammer, it lays on the ground.
AC = 18
HP = 52/52
Weapon Equipped = Elk Father's Bow
Condition(s) = Slightly off put that the Kellid won't move
"Yambul, I understand you enjoy your lashing machine, but you're needlessly taking the brunt of their attacks. Give them some space, and we'll all break them down."
In an attempt to demonstrate her intent, the android continues to fire through the doorway, trying to disable at least one of the two robots.
Round 2
Rhoreen moves to cast a spell at red, which she will move to green (with a move action). She creates a very angry cloud of lightning which roils through both squares.
lightning damage vs. DC 20 Reflex
lightning damage vs. DC 20 Reflex
HP: 50/50 + temp
AC: 12/12/10 (+4 w/Mage Armor)
F+4, R+5, W+8
Open spell slots:
Left Hand: nothing
Right Hand: Ember Staff (8/9 charges)
Lighten Up: 0/1 used
Rod of Extend, lesser: 2/3 used
[ dice]1d20+6[/dice] ranged to hit;
[ dice]1d4-1[/dice] blunt damage
Phasing: The drinker gains the ability to become incorporeal for 1d4 rounds as a swift action, but takes 1 point of Con damage when he does so. Phasing can be extended as a free action by taking 1 additional point of Con damage. Coming out of phase inside a solid object is instantly fatal.
”I can do it myself!!”
[ dice]1d8+1[/dice] CLW
"zzvkgrogk!"
force damage (9/50 left)
2nd—magic missile;
4th—knock;
6th—fireball;
8th—restoration;
10th—maximized scorching ray;
12th—mass bull’s strength;
14th—greater restoration;
16th—empowered and maximized fireball;
18th—empowered and maximized fire shield.
Rūha pauses to let Yambul step back, then fires off a volley of EMP pulses at the robot silhouetted in the doorway.
Weapon Equipped = Chainsaw (1/60m)
Conditions = Heroism, Shield (1/7m, +4 shield)
Chainsaw: Att: 8/3 BAB +5 Str +1 magic (-3 PA) Dam: +7 Str +1 magic (+9 PA) Crit: 15-20x2 DR: adamantine, magic Charges: 7/10
Falchion: Att: 8/3 BAB +5 Str +1 MW (-3 PA) Dam: +7 Str (+9 PA) Crit: 18-20x2 DR: adamantine
Chef’s knife: Att: 8/3 BAB +1 MW +5 Str / +2 Dex (-3 PA) Dam: +5 Str (+6 PA) Crit: 19-20x2 DR: none Rng: 10’
Studied: (green) (mv|sw|im; +2 att, dam, bluff, disguise, intimidate, knowledge, perception, sense motive, stealth, survival)
Improved Iron Will (1/1d, reroll will save)
Spell (0/1d, st, Shield, cl7)
Spell Like (1/1d, st, Prestidigitation, cl1)
- - -
”Woooot! Go Sarenrae!” Yambul shouts as the healing flows through him. He hesitates a moment, hoping Desna won’t mind the thankfulness to another god!
Yambul shrugs when the door is wrenched open, I thought I had a better grip!
He attacks the robot in the door before stepping out of the way.
He swiftly studies his opponent before trying to cut it in half with his chainsaw.
(hero, studied)
(studied)
(hero, studied)
(studied)
One of Chaance's arrows bounces on the wall, but the other too land on mark, partially piercing the hardness.
Rhoreen looks around the frame and hits the red robot with a thundercloud. The robot sparks in all directions by the shock.
Rūha coordinates with Yambul who breaks through the robot in the front splitting it in two parts with the saw!
The cook steps away after hitting the wall on a second swing, and Rūha shots at the remaining robot, scoring to hits and then stepping forward to block the door exit.
The robot indeed takes the chance and steps over the shattered companion to attack at the Kasatha.
And she dodges to side and side, avoiding all of the attacks and beams except for maybe one swing of the warhammer.
Rhoreen moves over the cloud of thunderstone cloud that shocks the robot's systems, frying up plenty of vital chips! The creature lowers limbs and head while smoke rises up over the body.
The robots lay lifeless on the ground, one of them destroyed to pieces.
2x mwk warhammers
2x heavy steel shields
This wedge-shaped room contains several storage racks and crates, as well as a sickly odor. A door leads to the north and a large alcove to the southwest contains a wrought iron spiral staircase, leading up.
The room holds mundane stores such as spare furniture, pipes and fittings, and casks of water and wine. Some preserved meats and grains are also stored here still in good condition for eating, a good amount of food to maintain a few people during weeks.
Among the stuff here you spot a suspicious box that ends holding 11 charged batteries.
"OOOohhh, what's this?" Zzvkgrogk lurches for a suspicious box which ends up containing 11 charged batteries.
"Load 'em up if you got 'em!"
He inspects the non-shattered robot to make sure it can't do something silly like repair itself. "Good work everyone! Calliope! That thunderstone cloud fried all the circuits! More of that!"
"Look there are stairs going up. Should we take them, or clear out the this floor first?"
Weapon Equipped = Chainsaw (5/60m)
Conditions = Heroism, Shield (1/7m, +4 shield)
Chainsaw: Att: 8/3 BAB +5 Str +1 magic (-3 PA) Dam: +7 Str +1 magic (+9 PA) Crit: 15-20x2 DR: adamantine, magic Charges: 7/10
Falchion: Att: 8/3 BAB +5 Str +1 MW (-3 PA) Dam: +7 Str (+9 PA) Crit: 18-20x2 DR: adamantine
Chef’s knife: Att: 8/3 BAB +1 MW +5 Str / +2 Dex (-3 PA) Dam: +5 Str (+6 PA) Crit: 19-20x2 DR: none Rng: 10’
Studied: (green) (mv|sw|im; +2 att, dam, bluff, disguise, intimidate, knowledge, perception, sense motive, stealth, survival)
Improved Iron Will (1/1d, reroll will save)
Spell (0/1d, st, Shield, cl7)
Spell Like (1/1d, st, Prestidigitation, cl1)
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Yambul is pleased when the robots are electrocuted out of existence. He lines up for healing though. Even though it’s nonlethal, it still hurts!
He stands guard while the others look about. Just before the party moves on (whether it’s door or stairs), he’ll quaff his shield not-potion.