Korba, as the sand storm around him fades, walks over to the broken construct and looks down at it sighing, as he says, "Sorry buddy. This boss couldn't stop that blast." Then to the others adds, "Well... time to find that bad boss to deal with..." And looking to the piles of armor and weapons, "Think there is anything interesting in there?"

Rogi released the guard he'd been holding and the corpse flopped down at his feet. "We should have taken them alive... at least one. For interrogation if nothing else." He looked over at Metalhead and shook his head. "That's a damn shame..." He looked around at his teammates. "Anyone need healing? Shall we take some time and rest or press on? Either way, lets get that divination done like we discussed before this."

With the battle concluded, the five of you can invest a bit more time and care into understanding your surroundings. This room is an enormous manufacturing facility, indicated by the furnaces and their connected pipes and the various equipment and tools. Every inch of the place is showing the effects of the strange curse that turns all matter, whether organic or not, into little cube-like components. You can see all of the following:

• Cubic steel terraces stacked with blocky caricatures of weapons, while gleaming shields and armor are set upon rack upon the floor, all appearing as though forged of jagged cubes. 
• Workbenches that contain a variety of tools--anvils, hammers, tongs--and small parts which you recognize as components of the various constructs you just destroyed
• Leaning against the walls in one of the corners are large iron components that you recognize as pieces of siege engines. 
• Numerous pipes extend from the furnaces to disappear into the walls where they lead to other areas. The diameter of these pipes range from 2' to 5'.

We should have taken them alive... at least one. For interrogation if nothing else." He looked over at Metalhead and shook his head. "That's a damn shame..." He looked around at his teammates. "Anyone need healing? Shall we take some time and rest or press on? Either way, lets get that divination done like we discussed before this."

Well, we could tie one of these poor souls up and use my Revivify, but I have a feeling we'd need to de-construct them as well with a boot-ful of sea water in order to have a wee chat. OR we move forward with investigating this room for anything useful and then attempt to locate our errant wizard with one of the spell scrolls.

Whaddya think, lads? Gwin finishes while blowing wild stray hairs out of her face.

Dabbert looks sad at Metalhead's busted body, stoops, and scoops the remains of the little modrone into his hands before packing him away in his backpack.  

"We uh...maybe we can do something for him later."  He says, reasoning as he puts Metalhead away.  "Gwin's right.  Let's get a look around, then maybe use one of the scrolls.  See what's next.  As for wasting a Revivify, I say no.  I don't like what happened but uh...we can't save everyone."  

He stepped away, moving to the racks of armor and weapons and digging through the things stacked there.  Looking for anything that could be of use, anything that looks like it's of superior metalurgy.  He lifts things, pulls things, pushes things, examines blades and the intricate smithy work for everything in the stacks...

Dabbert sifts through the many weapons and pieces of armor but concludes that all of it is roughly-made and mass-produced. He can't avoid the suspicion that the purpose of this room is, quite simply, to quickly outfit a battalion of soldiers. 

Dabbert pales as he realizes what he's looking at.  He looks around the room, at the little constructs busying themselves, at the guards they'd just taken down and the iron masked creatures as well.  He watches the insect like constructs busying themselves around the room, then begins to study the many molten metal vats around the room.  He checks them for ways to move them, flip them, how they're fastened to the floor...

"It's a weapon factory."  Dabbert says to his friends.  "For an army.  So if they're uh...outfitting an army...where are the soldiers?"

The structures containing the molten iron are one with the floor of the furnace room; there doesn't seem to be any possibility of tipping them over. Damaging them somehow might reduce the integrity of their walls and allow the hot liquid to run over the floor.

Looking in the direction of Metal Head the cleric sighs, Sadly, once a construct is gone there's nothing my bag of tricks or tools can do to bring them back. The loss of life, even if it's artificial, is that much more tragic when it was created to serve an evil purpose.

Gwin pulls out the second spell scroll and hands it to Rogi. I believe you wanted to do the location spell, friend. This will hopefully give us a better idea of which direction to go.

Is there anything else we need to do in here before we press on?

Responding to Dab, Korba says, "Hopefully the army isn't on this thing... Though also... what the hell are these things doing?" as he walks around one of the wandering constructs, carful not to tough it, just simply observing its behavior.

Korba comes within 5' of the insect-like construct, and it immediately responds with an opening and closing of its mouth as if it were ready to defend itself if needed. 

Korba grimaces, but quickly steps back and instead follows one from a short distance for a bit, curious about what they are doing.

(Advancing the story under the assumption that the spell scroll is being used to identify the location of Kivari's Ioun Stones)

Focusing on the magical stones that Kivari always has upon himself, Rogi uses the locate object spell scroll. He immediately senses that Kivari's Ioun Stones are above the party's current location. 

(Reminder: there is, in the southeast corner of the furnace room, a shaft with four ladders leading both upward and downward)

Dab spends some time scouting the room, using his halberd to poke through the remains of the busted constructs, and generally looking for anything of interest while Rogi shares what he's learned.  When he is done exploring, he goes to the ladder and starts to climb up, intent on seeing what's up there...

He climbs up and has a look around...

Having little luck with the roaming constructs, Korba sees Dab heading 'up' and decides to follow, but first goes back over to where Metalhead was scattered and picks up as much as possible that he can find of the poor construct, putting it all in his backpack. He knows some skilled artificers back in town who might be able to do something with the more thing once they're back. He then follows Dab to see what's 'up'.

After a climb of 40' feet, Dabbert reaches the next opening in the vertical shaft. His eyes fall upon an enormous room filled with a multitude of doors leading to small rooms. This appears to be the barracks. Just a few soldiers can be seen in the hallways.

The members of the party are in the circular shaft located in the southeast corner of the room. 

Marlin speaks over the mental link. Should we attack them? Or just try and sneak by? There aren't many, but they may call reinforcements. We could also try using some of that water to potentially turn one over to our side, or at the very least make them noncombatant.

"There uh...is one near me by himself..."  Dabbert mentally replies to Marlin.  "I can try to grab him before we're seen, if you want.  But there's a good chance if I mess it up we're gonna have to scrap."  

(The entire barracks area is dimly lit; a weak reddish orange light emanates from square light sources located in regular intervals along the walls)

Hearing the conversation between Dabbert and Marlin via the mental link, Gwin decides to ascend the ladder next to the one Dabbert used. Once he's within reach Gwin will cast Guidance.