"Well... if our man was under us back there, and we just found this... it seems we know where to go,"Korba says continuing to use his sword almost as a torch, hoping it helps to keep the strange fog at bay. He then looks to Marlin and says, "You're the clever one. Any idea how we open this?"
Metalhead flaps its wings a few times and lands near one of the mosaic-like areas located the cardinal points of the large, circular hatch. Stooping over, it places one of its spindly hands in the middle of the mosaic pattern but nothing happens. He points to the metal hatch and again says, "Bad boss."
As the party ponders what the monodrone might be trying to communicate, the sound loud, crunching footsteps alerts everyone of someone's approach. One of the crewmen from the Faranak rushes out from behind a large pile of cube-like structures and comes stumbling toward you. The terror on his face is obvious, and a moment later you see why. Chasing the poor sailor is some sort of construct, like a giant machine of war. Roughly 12' tall and encased in armor and a random assortment of weapons, the thing has multiple dead bodies impaled upon itself. The fleeing sailor appears to be its next victim...
Your presence does nothing to slow the construct's movement; it shows no sign of wavering in its purpose.
(All players may act in any order; remember, if you're on foot, the surface counts as difficult terrain. The sailor and construct are approximately 80' away. The terrain is uneven, but nothing nearby will serve as cover).
Marlin zooms into action, frantically scrambling the controls on his watch. He pulls out a tiny lever, inserts it into a tiny slot, and twists it. A hatch pops open, with a smaller pocket watch within it. Marlin zooms in on the tiny watch with his many-lensed goggles, and flips a few switches with his fingernails, careful not to damage the mechanisms. The clock begins spinning quickly, wildly, and marlin closes the hatch, pulling out the tiny lever. He points his watch at the great construct, and the device begins to rattle dangerously. Then, with a might CRACK, it fires something out with a flash. It's impossible to see with ordinary eyes, due to its speed and size, but when it strikes the construct the keen-eyed among the group can spot that tiny little watch, attached to the construct's metal skin. The watch spins faster and faster, and then detonates in an envelope of temporal energy, threatening to suck the monster back to wherever the hell it came from.
(Casting Banishment on the monster, DC 19 CHA save or it gets blasted elsewhere. If this place is from another plane, which it seems like it is, and this thing is native to this place, it'll hopefully get blasted away permanently. I think that RAW you actually get notified if this is the case, since it only mentions a popping noise when it's native to another plane, but I think that's just an accident.)
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Dabbert sees Rogi go, and then hauls it to get next to his friend. He brings his Halberd up, intent on using his skills to support the party's tank.
(Action- Dash after Rogi. Ready to use the Polearm Master / Sentinel combo if the thing comes within ten feet to try an opportunity attack and lock it down.)
"Well. That was simple enough. Lets see how our sailor friend is doing, I'll let people know when the spell is about to end, just in case this thing happens to be a visitor to the island like us, and not from... wherever it came from. If it reappears, we can smash it to pieces as one."
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Dabbert thrusts his halberd forward, mustering the most fearsome llook he can. He stands stalwart next to Rogi, ready to do ultimate violence...and then there's a sad little pop and...the spiked covered, body-hauling death beast is gone. Dabbert takes a deep breath, his heart hammering, his nostrils flaring, and looks around.
"I uh...well. That was really something. Anyone know what the hell that was?"
Gwin has no recollection of such a creature, and the spell runs its full course without the construct's reappearance.
As for the one crewman, he's wrestling with more than just the trauma of being chased by the war machine. Both his physical appearance and mental state indicate his short time upon the island is taking a toll on him. His body--every inch of it--appears to be made of tiny blocks the size of pearls. So, too do his clothes and the dagger that hangs at his side. The color of the blocks are appropriate, so to speak: the blocks on his arms and face are flesh-colored; the blocks of his dagger are metallic, and the blocks of his boots are faded gray. Oddly, the sailor doesn't seem to care that his physical nature is undergoing some sort of transformation.
His behavior, however, is more bizarre than his appearance. "My master is within, and his orders are to be followed. Let us be done with our disorderly and often purposeless lives!"
Then gazing at each one of you, he adds with a tone of mild disgust, "Do you remain committed to your laughable uniqueness? Dressing differently from one another? Seeking only to make your own voice heard rather than being an echo of the true voice of order and reason?"
As the sailor speaks, Metalhead flies off with a speed and purpose you've not before seen. At about the time you begin wondering if the monodrone will reappear, it returns with a humanoid's boot in hand. The black, silty water that spills out of it as Metalhead lands indicates that it took the time to scoop up some of the water surrounding the island. The monodrone then points at the water and then at the sailor and says, "Fix friend."
The sailor draws his dagger and steps toward Metalhead. "Not a drop of that shall touch me, heretic!"
Metalhead looks to Korba and says, "Wet fix friend."
The monodrone, to prove his point, dumps the black water upon the ground, and allows you to see something quite strange. As the water pours over what seems to be a small pile of ash-colored blocks, the various cubes and rectangles take on a completely recognizable form: a small pile of humanoid bones resting upon a smooth iron surface.
“Glad you’re around Metalhead,” Korba says, taking the boot with water. Then looking to his companion says, “Dab, mind giving me a hand?” clearly asking for assistance in grappling the sailor so that he can dump the water over his head.
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The infected/diseased/cursed sailor senses the opposition and points his dagger at each member of the party, one by one. "You would pour the demon water upon a man solely because he follows orders?!"
He then makes a desperate dash toward the circular metal hatch. Long before the sailor is able to reach his destination, Korba and Dabbert wrestle the sick man to the ground and douse him with the inky water. Within moments, the sailor's skin, hair, and belongings resume their normal shape. The sailor's mind seems restored as well.
Brushing himself off, he says, "What a wicked place! The gods bless you! Who knows where I was heading. Be there any chance I can return to the Faranak?"
"Fiendish frogs, drow, murderous spiky constructs, blocky infections, vampiric mists... This place has no shortage of strange things to throw our way." Marlin chuckles grimly. "I wonder what's up next? Will a group of murderous fae pop out of one of those hatches? A portal to the elemental plane of fire?Flumphs?" He shudders noticeably at the mention of the third hypothetical beast. Truly, a nightmare scenario.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Looking to the sailor, and then to Marlin, Korba says, “Unless we can allow you to fly to go back on your own, you may have to stick close to us for the time being…” He then adds to the rest of the group, “Should we perhaps fill our water skins with some more of that inky water? Though drinking it is dangerous…” thinking back towards his loss of memory from the previous day, “…it seems to have some restorative properties as well.”
"I could fill my bag of holding with it..." mused Rogi. "I think we should get him back to the ship as soon as possible." He turned to the sailor. "What happened to your friend? Did you get separated?" That was his hope, though he guessed that construct got him.
The sailor, responding to Rogi, says, "Couldn't keep his feet under himself...that metal terror got hold of 'im...I can't stay here, friends. The likes of you can face the darkness and danger. But me...no."
Sounds like we do need to have some of this brackish sea water on hand. Your bag of holding seems like the best option, Rogi. That way we don't sacrifice any good drinking water.
If I'm not mistaken the flying spell is still in effect so let's get this poor lad back to the Faranak and fill up Rogi's bag before it ends.
Gwin claps the sailor gently on the back, Who wants a passenger?
(If needed, Gwin will cast Guidance on whomever flies with the sailor)
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‘The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.’ - Buffy Summers
(Did we find any tracks for those two men?)
"Well... if our man was under us back there, and we just found this... it seems we know where to go," Korba says continuing to use his sword almost as a torch, hoping it helps to keep the strange fog at bay. He then looks to Marlin and says, "You're the clever one. Any idea how we open this?"
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Rogi turns to Metalhead and asks, while pointing at the hatch. "Can you open this?"
Metalhead flaps its wings a few times and lands near one of the mosaic-like areas located the cardinal points of the large, circular hatch. Stooping over, it places one of its spindly hands in the middle of the mosaic pattern but nothing happens. He points to the metal hatch and again says, "Bad boss."
As the party ponders what the monodrone might be trying to communicate, the sound loud, crunching footsteps alerts everyone of someone's approach. One of the crewmen from the Faranak rushes out from behind a large pile of cube-like structures and comes stumbling toward you. The terror on his face is obvious, and a moment later you see why. Chasing the poor sailor is some sort of construct, like a giant machine of war. Roughly 12' tall and encased in armor and a random assortment of weapons, the thing has multiple dead bodies impaled upon itself. The fleeing sailor appears to be its next victim...
Your presence does nothing to slow the construct's movement; it shows no sign of wavering in its purpose.
(All players may act in any order; remember, if you're on foot, the surface counts as difficult terrain. The sailor and construct are approximately 80' away. The terrain is uneven, but nothing nearby will serve as cover).
(Dash action gives 120 feet of movement, Rogi will fly in and interpose himself between the sailor and the construct)
Rogi takes off flying toward them hoping to at least save one sailor by getting he construct's attention.
Marlin zooms into action, frantically scrambling the controls on his watch. He pulls out a tiny lever, inserts it into a tiny slot, and twists it. A hatch pops open, with a smaller pocket watch within it. Marlin zooms in on the tiny watch with his many-lensed goggles, and flips a few switches with his fingernails, careful not to damage the mechanisms. The clock begins spinning quickly, wildly, and marlin closes the hatch, pulling out the tiny lever. He points his watch at the great construct, and the device begins to rattle dangerously. Then, with a might CRACK, it fires something out with a flash. It's impossible to see with ordinary eyes, due to its speed and size, but when it strikes the construct the keen-eyed among the group can spot that tiny little watch, attached to the construct's metal skin. The watch spins faster and faster, and then detonates in an envelope of temporal energy, threatening to suck the monster back to wherever the hell it came from.
(Casting Banishment on the monster, DC 19 CHA save or it gets blasted elsewhere. If this place is from another plane, which it seems like it is, and this thing is native to this place, it'll hopefully get blasted away permanently. I think that RAW you actually get notified if this is the case, since it only mentions a popping noise when it's native to another plane, but I think that's just an accident.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Dabbert sees Rogi go, and then hauls it to get next to his friend. He brings his Halberd up, intent on using his skills to support the party's tank.
(Action- Dash after Rogi. Ready to use the Polearm Master / Sentinel combo if the thing comes within ten feet to try an opportunity attack and lock it down.)
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CHA saving throw: 12
A sharp popping noise fills the air and, simultaneously, the armor-plated war machine vanishes..
"Well. That was simple enough. Lets see how our sailor friend is doing, I'll let people know when the spell is about to end, just in case this thing happens to be a visitor to the island like us, and not from... wherever it came from. If it reappears, we can smash it to pieces as one."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Dabbert thrusts his halberd forward, mustering the most fearsome llook he can. He stands stalwart next to Rogi, ready to do ultimate violence...and then there's a sad little pop and...the spiked covered, body-hauling death beast is gone. Dabbert takes a deep breath, his heart hammering, his nostrils flaring, and looks around.
"I uh...well. That was really something. Anyone know what the hell that was?"
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I don't know, Gwin replies to Dab, but that's the worst welcoming committee I've ever seen.
Turning her gaze to the mosaics on the hatch, the cleric tries to recall seeing anything similar before, either first-hand or in her studies.
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‘The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.’ - Buffy Summers
Gwin has no recollection of such a creature, and the spell runs its full course without the construct's reappearance.
As for the one crewman, he's wrestling with more than just the trauma of being chased by the war machine. Both his physical appearance and mental state indicate his short time upon the island is taking a toll on him. His body--every inch of it--appears to be made of tiny blocks the size of pearls. So, too do his clothes and the dagger that hangs at his side. The color of the blocks are appropriate, so to speak: the blocks on his arms and face are flesh-colored; the blocks of his dagger are metallic, and the blocks of his boots are faded gray. Oddly, the sailor doesn't seem to care that his physical nature is undergoing some sort of transformation.
His behavior, however, is more bizarre than his appearance. "My master is within, and his orders are to be followed. Let us be done with our disorderly and often purposeless lives!"
Then gazing at each one of you, he adds with a tone of mild disgust, "Do you remain committed to your laughable uniqueness? Dressing differently from one another? Seeking only to make your own voice heard rather than being an echo of the true voice of order and reason?"
As the sailor speaks, Metalhead flies off with a speed and purpose you've not before seen. At about the time you begin wondering if the monodrone will reappear, it returns with a humanoid's boot in hand. The black, silty water that spills out of it as Metalhead lands indicates that it took the time to scoop up some of the water surrounding the island. The monodrone then points at the water and then at the sailor and says, "Fix friend."
The sailor draws his dagger and steps toward Metalhead. "Not a drop of that shall touch me, heretic!"
Metalhead looks to Korba and says, "Wet fix friend."
The monodrone, to prove his point, dumps the black water upon the ground, and allows you to see something quite strange. As the water pours over what seems to be a small pile of ash-colored blocks, the various cubes and rectangles take on a completely recognizable form: a small pile of humanoid bones resting upon a smooth iron surface.
“Glad you’re around Metalhead,” Korba says, taking the boot with water. Then looking to his companion says, “Dab, mind giving me a hand?” clearly asking for assistance in grappling the sailor so that he can dump the water over his head.
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The infected/diseased/cursed sailor senses the opposition and points his dagger at each member of the party, one by one. "You would pour the demon water upon a man solely because he follows orders?!"
He then makes a desperate dash toward the circular metal hatch. Long before the sailor is able to reach his destination, Korba and Dabbert wrestle the sick man to the ground and douse him with the inky water. Within moments, the sailor's skin, hair, and belongings resume their normal shape. The sailor's mind seems restored as well.
Brushing himself off, he says, "What a wicked place! The gods bless you! Who knows where I was heading. Be there any chance I can return to the Faranak?"
"Fiendish frogs, drow, murderous spiky constructs, blocky infections, vampiric mists... This place has no shortage of strange things to throw our way." Marlin chuckles grimly. "I wonder what's up next? Will a group of murderous fae pop out of one of those hatches? A portal to the elemental plane of fire? Flumphs?" He shudders noticeably at the mention of the third hypothetical beast. Truly, a nightmare scenario.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Looking to the sailor, and then to Marlin, Korba says, “Unless we can allow you to fly to go back on your own, you may have to stick close to us for the time being…” He then adds to the rest of the group, “Should we perhaps fill our water skins with some more of that inky water? Though drinking it is dangerous…” thinking back towards his loss of memory from the previous day, “…it seems to have some restorative properties as well.”
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"I could fill my bag of holding with it..." mused Rogi. "I think we should get him back to the ship as soon as possible." He turned to the sailor. "What happened to your friend? Did you get separated?" That was his hope, though he guessed that construct got him.
The sailor, responding to Rogi, says, "Couldn't keep his feet under himself...that metal terror got hold of 'im...I can't stay here, friends. The likes of you can face the darkness and danger. But me...no."
Sounds like we do need to have some of this brackish sea water on hand. Your bag of holding seems like the best option, Rogi. That way we don't sacrifice any good drinking water.
If I'm not mistaken the flying spell is still in effect so let's get this poor lad back to the Faranak and fill up Rogi's bag before it ends.
Gwin claps the sailor gently on the back, Who wants a passenger?
(If needed, Gwin will cast Guidance on whomever flies with the sailor)
‘The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.’ - Buffy Summers
Of course Rogi volunteers. "I'll take him. Should we all fly together or will you be OK here?"