"Maybe we should start with an imbued item with a little less value?"
Ragnor picks three stones up from the ground and casts Magic Stone on them. "Might not be as powerful as the shield but it could tell us something?" Ragnor then takes the first stone and moves as slowly as he can, attempting to hold it against the ward while watching intently for any changes.
((Corryn: Passive Investigation/Perception doesn't mean you just wander around with a 20/21 radar learning everything about your environment. It's about picking up on things when you're not actively looking. If you want to look in detail at a specific thing, you still have to roll. ))
Ragnor, you are forced to smash the hilt of your scimitar into one of the chambers walls repeatedly to chip off enough stones for the enchantment. Selecting three of the larger fragments, you imbue them power and taking one up, cautiously approach the wall.
As you bring the stone toward the heart of the ward, it grows warmer in your hands, and the hair all the way up your arms begins to stand on as if waves of static shock were pouring over you. Tiny arcs of lightning flow from the stone to the ward and back again, and the grey paint depicting the golem's heart chamber briefly shifts in color to a vibrant purple. Angry sparks start shooting from the spots where Horrence's hammer chipped away the paint, and a furious hissing sound fills the air.
Light flows out of the core along the golden veins, flowing to every part of the golem. The flow is intermittent and spasmodic however, clearly not working as it should and the sparks from the damaged core piece grow more frequent and angrier, new chips of paint visibly flaking away as the holes Horrence created burn away at their edges, expanding visibly.
The golem's eyes flare to life, deep red-pink fires flickering on and off spasmodically with every heartbeat. A voice booms through the chamber, deafeningly loud and discordant in a machine-like way, deep and androgynous but filled with laden portent only made worse by the static and disruption which fragments it.
Ac...ss Re...sted. Con...pla...n.
Pro...sing.
Vi...l Se...rs. Low.
A...o Rec...ors. Me...m.
Info...tion Insu...cient to R...er Jud...ent.
Ga...ring.
State your affi...tion.
As you all fight to keep from holding your hands over your ears, Ragnor, you attempt to pull the stone away by reflex and find that it's stuck fast to the core, sinking into it a millimeter at a time as if being slowly absorbed.
Fodd backs away from the golem and stands protectively in front of Mika, sword and shield raised to defend from the waking device if it should prove aggressive. "Can you tell it that we're friendly??" he yells to Ragnor
In an attempt to answer the question posed, mind racing, Ella blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. "We represent the Ministry of District Taxation. We are authorised to pass."
Electric arcs of yellow and purple now visibly flare out from the painted pattern, the glowing lines flowing from the core pulsing with energy even as yet more sparks shoot from the increasingly faded paintwork into which Ragnor, you press the second stone. As the first stone is fully subsumed the lighting grows more intense and the faint prickling against your fingers becomes searing, agonizing pain.
((If you want to try and pull your hand away without taking damage, do a reflex save.)) // ((If you want to try and hold on, do a constitution save.))
Ella, your blurted announcement can barely be heard over the increased buzz of static in the room, but seems to be registered nonetheless. The voice rings out once more, increasingly degraded, and you note angry purple light can now be seen between many of the bricks that make up the wall it's painted on.
Corryn speaks up: "Exigent circumstances. Plainclothes enforcement officers in immediate ongoing pursuit of delinquent suspected to have sought shelter in area behind barrier."
Ragnor, your hand begins to blister and burn as the electricity flaring out of the core-painting grows more intense by the moment. Gritting your teeth through the pain you try to hold on, pushing the second enchanted stone forward but the arcs of lightning sear your flesh, the pain becoming unbearable ((Lightning damage: 4)). You wrench it away, releasing the stone which continues slowly absorbing into the rapidly fraying painted ward as you stumble backward, nursing your blackened hand.
Corryn, you step forward and boldly proclaim your deception in what you hope is your most convincing and authoritative voice. Unfortunately, the excessively long sentence full of large words trips you up and you stumble over the phrase, perhaps when realizing that the ward probably would have noticed if a delinquent had passed it in the last few moments.
There is a pause, and the metallic voice booms again, difficult to discern over the arcs of lightning now flaring from its core in every direction, stripping more paint away with every heartbeat.
De.ep.ion De.ec.ed
Al..ting Mi..stry
Lau..hi.g De..nse M.a.ur.s
Str..tur.l In.e.ri.y: Co.pro.ised
The painted cannon on the ward's left arm begins to glow with an eldritch yellow light which flickers several times before coalescing. One after the other, three spheres seem to push out of the cannon's mouth, emerging from the wall and into three dimensional life in a crackle of electric sparks. Two are large, as tall as Corryn's owl in circumference and surrounded by overlapping rings of electric force. With them is a much smaller sphere, almost translucent in color, which bobs much more rapidly and is surrounded in a pale yellow shimmer which makes it hard to focus your gaze on.
Behind its summoned creations, the ward appears increasingly unstable. Purple light now leaks ceaselessly in the connections of the bricks that it's painted across, and the paint increasingly curls off as arcs of lightning burst the containment of their veins.
Mike, who had been standing furthest from the action is the first to react as the small, agile spheres of electrically discharging energy move in on the attack. She backs away, petrified into the far corner of the room and throws up her hands defensively, chanting. A moment later spectral frost covers her like a second skin, a protective layer enfolding her.
Corryn & Ella, Passive Perception:
Out of the corner of your eye you note Mika's face as she casts, and she seems surprised at both the words coming out of her mouth and the effect. You catch her staring in bafflement at her ice-covered hands, and if anything she looks more frightened than she did when the spheres first eased their way through the wall first.
Even as Mika retreats, the first of the two larger spheres hovers directly toward Ragnor. You stand, nursing your seared hand as the small, rapidly darting ball suddenly flits forward almost faster than your eyes can follow and the crackling electricity around it sears out at you. Desperately you try to twist out of the way but it's too fast and the lightning wracks your body, singing your flesh (22 to hit against your AC for 9 lightning damage).
The second of the larger spheres moves just before Ella and Fodd can react. It darts forward and as it does so it winks out, invisible to the naked eye but still barely audible as the lightning around it crackles menacingly somewhere in the room. Unfortunately, the echoes of the small chamber make it difficult to discern its precise location and you all look around warily, expecting an assault from any direction at any time.
"Stay back Ms Mika!!"Fodd yells, silently praying to the spirit of his father to ward her from the harm they haved dragged her into (using his bonus action to cast Santuaryon her), then turns his attention to the hulking form of the golem. Though not certain the golem technically qualifies as evil, it certainly looks like a case of smite or be smitten, and so Fodd does what Fodd does best, charging forward with a reedy battle-cry and plunging his sword at what he hopes is the golem's weak-point: the space where the magic stone was placed to activate it.
(Divine Smite! Melee attack: 18 to hit for 7 piercing and 11 radiant damage)
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"Maybe we should start with an imbued item with a little less value?"
Ragnor picks three stones up from the ground and casts Magic Stone on them. "Might not be as powerful as the shield but it could tell us something?" Ragnor then takes the first stone and moves as slowly as he can, attempting to hold it against the ward while watching intently for any changes.
((Corryn: Passive Investigation/Perception doesn't mean you just wander around with a 20/21 radar learning everything about your environment. It's about picking up on things when you're not actively looking. If you want to look in detail at a specific thing, you still have to roll. ))
Ragnor, you are forced to smash the hilt of your scimitar into one of the chambers walls repeatedly to chip off enough stones for the enchantment. Selecting three of the larger fragments, you imbue them power and taking one up, cautiously approach the wall.
As you bring the stone toward the heart of the ward, it grows warmer in your hands, and the hair all the way up your arms begins to stand on as if waves of static shock were pouring over you. Tiny arcs of lightning flow from the stone to the ward and back again, and the grey paint depicting the golem's heart chamber briefly shifts in color to a vibrant purple. Angry sparks start shooting from the spots where Horrence's hammer chipped away the paint, and a furious hissing sound fills the air.
Light flows out of the core along the golden veins, flowing to every part of the golem. The flow is intermittent and spasmodic however, clearly not working as it should and the sparks from the damaged core piece grow more frequent and angrier, new chips of paint visibly flaking away as the holes Horrence created burn away at their edges, expanding visibly.
The golem's eyes flare to life, deep red-pink fires flickering on and off spasmodically with every heartbeat. A voice booms through the chamber, deafeningly loud and discordant in a machine-like way, deep and androgynous but filled with laden portent only made worse by the static and disruption which fragments it.
As you all fight to keep from holding your hands over your ears, Ragnor, you attempt to pull the stone away by reflex and find that it's stuck fast to the core, sinking into it a millimeter at a time as if being slowly absorbed.
"Didn't suppose a wall would be the end of me but at least you folks might get a good story out of it."
Looking down at his two remaining imbued stones Ragnor sheepishly pushes the next one in, half-heartedly covering one ear with his other hand.
Fodd backs away from the golem and stands protectively in front of Mika, sword and shield raised to defend from the waking device if it should prove aggressive. "Can you tell it that we're friendly??" he yells to Ragnor
In an attempt to answer the question posed, mind racing, Ella blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. "We represent the Ministry of District Taxation. We are authorised to pass."
Electric arcs of yellow and purple now visibly flare out from the painted pattern, the glowing lines flowing from the core pulsing with energy even as yet more sparks shoot from the increasingly faded paintwork into which Ragnor, you press the second stone. As the first stone is fully subsumed the lighting grows more intense and the faint prickling against your fingers becomes searing, agonizing pain.
((If you want to try and pull your hand away without taking damage, do a reflex save.)) // ((If you want to try and hold on, do a constitution save.))
Ella, your blurted announcement can barely be heard over the increased buzz of static in the room, but seems to be registered nonetheless. The voice rings out once more, increasingly degraded, and you note angry purple light can now be seen between many of the bricks that make up the wall it's painted on.
Con roll to keep hold of it 8
((Ah well, might as well try then..))
Corryn speaks up: "Exigent circumstances. Plainclothes enforcement officers in immediate ongoing pursuit of delinquent suspected to have sought shelter in area behind barrier."
Charisma (Deception): 6
Ragnor, your hand begins to blister and burn as the electricity flaring out of the core-painting grows more intense by the moment. Gritting your teeth through the pain you try to hold on, pushing the second enchanted stone forward but the arcs of lightning sear your flesh, the pain becoming unbearable ((Lightning damage: 4)). You wrench it away, releasing the stone which continues slowly absorbing into the rapidly fraying painted ward as you stumble backward, nursing your blackened hand.
Corryn, you step forward and boldly proclaim your deception in what you hope is your most convincing and authoritative voice. Unfortunately, the excessively long sentence full of large words trips you up and you stumble over the phrase, perhaps when realizing that the ward probably would have noticed if a delinquent had passed it in the last few moments.
There is a pause, and the metallic voice booms again, difficult to discern over the arcs of lightning now flaring from its core in every direction, stripping more paint away with every heartbeat.
The painted cannon on the ward's left arm begins to glow with an eldritch yellow light which flickers several times before coalescing. One after the other, three spheres seem to push out of the cannon's mouth, emerging from the wall and into three dimensional life in a crackle of electric sparks. Two are large, as tall as Corryn's owl in circumference and surrounded by overlapping rings of electric force. With them is a much smaller sphere, almost translucent in color, which bobs much more rapidly and is surrounded in a pale yellow shimmer which makes it hard to focus your gaze on.
Behind its summoned creations, the ward appears increasingly unstable. Purple light now leaks ceaselessly in the connections of the bricks that it's painted across, and the paint increasingly curls off as arcs of lightning burst the containment of their veins.
((I need you all to roll initiative!))
Oh no. 20
Oh no. 4
Oh no.
Oh no 20
oh yeeeeaaaah
(Annoyingly only just had time to read stuff... could have helped!!)...
11
Owl no: 10 (forgot the owl)
4 initiative
edit: shit
Mike, who had been standing furthest from the action is the first to react as the small, agile spheres of electrically discharging energy move in on the attack. She backs away, petrified into the far corner of the room and throws up her hands defensively, chanting. A moment later spectral frost covers her like a second skin, a protective layer enfolding her.
Corryn & Ella, Passive Perception:
Out of the corner of your eye you note Mika's face as she casts, and she seems surprised at both the words coming out of her mouth and the effect. You catch her staring in bafflement at her ice-covered hands, and if anything she looks more frightened than she did when the spheres first eased their way through the wall first.
Even as Mika retreats, the first of the two larger spheres hovers directly toward Ragnor. You stand, nursing your seared hand as the small, rapidly darting ball suddenly flits forward almost faster than your eyes can follow and the crackling electricity around it sears out at you. Desperately you try to twist out of the way but it's too fast and the lightning wracks your body, singing your flesh (22 to hit against your AC for 9 lightning damage).
The second of the larger spheres moves just before Ella and Fodd can react. It darts forward and as it does so it winks out, invisible to the naked eye but still barely audible as the lightning around it crackles menacingly somewhere in the room. Unfortunately, the echoes of the small chamber make it difficult to discern its precise location and you all look around warily, expecting an assault from any direction at any time.
Fodd, Ella and Horrence, what do you do?
"Stay back Ms Mika!!" Fodd yells, silently praying to the spirit of his father to ward her from the harm they haved dragged her into (using his bonus action to cast Santuary on her), then turns his attention to the hulking form of the golem. Though not certain the golem technically qualifies as evil, it certainly looks like a case of smite or be smitten, and so Fodd does what Fodd does best, charging forward with a reedy battle-cry and plunging his sword at what he hopes is the golem's weak-point: the space where the magic stone was placed to activate it.
(Divine Smite! Melee attack: 18 to hit for 7 piercing and 11 radiant damage)