sam will ready an action of attack "gnome man get out of amour"
Sam: not clear what triggers this readied action, but feel free to take it at your discretion. Otherwise, waiting on athletics contest result vs. Leann
"Well the story checks out. Definitely a paladin." The robotic voice confirms as the hand rotates 90°, extended fingers parallel with the floor, open palm facing Leann
(Mechanically, that's no action, it's part of the dialogue)
All ooc: more a recap/reminders, not really a spoiler.
Ooc: you guys remember why you're here? Quick recap: Cartophile sends you to find Kwalish's journal. You have. A Medusa was in the lost city, you didn't fight it. You met a titan and a demon and one or two arcanaloth in Sigil. You got to the Monastery past the sphinx, fought the GM, put the bone devil back together and took a brain while Mary and Ctenmiir fought for control of the planar craft for reasons only hinted at. You found the key to the portal leading to the pocket dimension you're in now, because otherwise you're more or less trapped in a sinking airship - even if you can fly - unless you can move through the ethereal somehow. The point is... you're kinda looking for help from the gnome who is choosing to merely eject you from his hidden sanctum rather than coldly vaporize you. He outlevels you, has frenemies on hand if things get desperate, and you are rolling a nat 1 on your intimidation check right now, if I can use the analogy. You might want to take a beat and consider the situation. That said, it's your game, do as you please. Just consider what you would gain by defeating Kwalish in combat in his pocket dimension right now, if you can actually find him, that is.
Huarache takes the Dodge action as he makes another attempt at diplomacy. "Are you Kwalish the inventor? Can we establish whether or not that's true? And I sincerely apologize for my companions because if you are, then we gravely need your help."
"Indeed, that is where the key to this demiplane was hidden away. Of course, I kept it right beside that bone devil's brain. The one running things is a lesser devil in disguise, a very clever one, if I say so myself - designed by yours truly. I have a real fondness for designing automatons." The robotic replies, motionless until the last comment at which it tilts its head and waves, a demonstration of its capable robotic design.
"As for that old ostroloth, didn't you see his brain right beside the key to this plane? And how is it that the planar craft is crashing, exactly? "
Following a brief pause,, the gnome continues... "You.. You didn't put the brain in the mech suit did you? But why would that crash the ship... unless - that damned sphinx! She must have let someone through. Who sent you?! It was Zedara wasn't it?" At this, the robot (er.. armor) assumes a stable posture and braces its left arm with its right, leveling the red-jeweled rod mounted on the left arm in the general direction of the party. "You've come to destroy it, then.. is that it?? Speak truth now, or let lies be the last words to leave your lips." the voice growls through the speaker in the helmet, sounding as if spoken theough gritted teeth."
Ooc: still Trying to keep initiative in this parlay parabellum. I was going for dialogue here really - but this is a very flexible encounter.
Kwalish □ ■
Armor ■ ■
Huarache ■ ☆
Leann ■ ■
Sam ■* □
Omiy ■ □
Huarache is still up. Sam still had a held action with an unknown trigger but once huarache goes, that chance is spent since it's his turn again, then Omiy
“We are not here to destroy anything, unless you force us to do so.” Leann grits out, the same thing she has said before. “We were sent to find your journal...” She starts out at the very begining of their quest and outlines everything that has happened up till the moment, not leaving anything out. “Is that enough truth for you?”
Kwalish listens to the the story, but his response is about something mentioned in passi.f - about t he zombies in Chult. "So, the Penninsula is besieged by a death curse. Something must be done about that. Listen, you seem.like a crew who.does.what they're told, loyal to a fault even. How would you like to perform a task for me on a commission basis?"
"Look," Omiy says, "I have no business with you, with Chult, or anything. I'm just here along for the ride. So whatever your proposed task is," she shrugs and gestures at Leann, "she makes the call and not me."
At the plurality consent, the magical wall fades and a bespectacled white haired gnome with a short beard emerges from behind the left stone statue. Walking around it, the gnome sets down a pair of freshly doffed leather gloves on the table and adjusts the several lenses on his glasses that causes his eyes to appear smaller than their originally magnified size.
" Good decision." The gnome says. "So, he finally did it. That old archlich has built himself a wide-band soul harvester. You lot have managed to find yourselves here, you may have what it takes to set this straight. What do you say? Think you're up to the task?"
At the plurality consent, the magical wall fades and a bespectacled white haired gnome with a short beard emerges from behind the left stone statue. Walking around it, the gnome sets down a pair of freshly doffed leather gloves on the table and adjusts the several lenses on his glasses that causes his eyes to appear smaller than their originally magnified size.
" Good decision." The gnome says. "So, he finally did it. That old archlich has built himself a wide-band soul harvester. You lot have managed to find yourselves here, you may have what it takes to set this straight. What do you say? Think you're up to the task?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
Sam: not clear what triggers this readied action, but feel free to take it at your discretion. Otherwise, waiting on athletics contest result vs. Leann
Everyone: dialogue is continuous.
Leann athletics: 23
"Guess we are dealing with a child then." Leann growls. She draws her blade, sidestepps the hand and moves to attack the armor.
Attack: 27 Damage: 10
Attack: 19 Damage: 8
Adding a smite on the critical hit above... 15
"Well the story checks out. Definitely a paladin." The robotic voice confirms as the hand rotates 90°, extended fingers parallel with the floor, open palm facing Leann
(Mechanically, that's no action, it's part of the dialogue)
The armor attacks Huarache : 24 for 9
Huarache is up
Sorry, forgot attack 2: 17 for 8
Kwalish □ ■
Armor ■ ■
Huarache ■ ☆
Leann ■ ■
Sam ■* □
Omiy ■ □
Huarache is up
Edit: should have mentioned it earlier, but...
As the armor rights itself, the scrapes and gashes in the metal plates start to close and smooth, almost like they're healing
All ooc: more a recap/reminders, not really a spoiler.
Ooc: you guys remember why you're here? Quick recap: Cartophile sends you to find Kwalish's journal. You have. A Medusa was in the lost city, you didn't fight it. You met a titan and a demon and one or two arcanaloth in Sigil. You got to the Monastery past the sphinx, fought the GM, put the bone devil back together and took a brain while Mary and Ctenmiir fought for control of the planar craft for reasons only hinted at. You found the key to the portal leading to the pocket dimension you're in now, because otherwise you're more or less trapped in a sinking airship - even if you can fly - unless you can move through the ethereal somehow. The point is... you're kinda looking for help from the gnome who is choosing to merely eject you from his hidden sanctum rather than coldly vaporize you. He outlevels you, has frenemies on hand if things get desperate, and you are rolling a nat 1 on your intimidation check right now, if I can use the analogy. You might want to take a beat and consider the situation. That said, it's your game, do as you please. Just consider what you would gain by defeating Kwalish in combat in his pocket dimension right now, if you can actually find him, that is.
Huarache takes the Dodge action as he makes another attempt at diplomacy. "Are you Kwalish the inventor? Can we establish whether or not that's true? And I sincerely apologize for my companions because if you are, then we gravely need your help."
Shonisaurus, Artificer Enthusiast
"My reputation precedes me. You've already made it this far. Out with it then, what have you gotten yourselves into?" Says the voice from the speaker.
The armor resumes it's original posture, as the damage it incurred continues to fade.
"Well, we seem to be in a pocket dimension accessible through the monastery where a devil flays faces, and said monastery is falling out of the sky."
Shonisaurus, Artificer Enthusiast
"Indeed, that is where the key to this demiplane was hidden away. Of course, I kept it right beside that bone devil's brain. The one running things is a lesser devil in disguise, a very clever one, if I say so myself - designed by yours truly. I have a real fondness for designing automatons." The robotic replies, motionless until the last comment at which it tilts its head and waves, a demonstration of its capable robotic design.
"As for that old ostroloth, didn't you see his brain right beside the key to this plane? And how is it that the planar craft is crashing, exactly? "
Here's a map of the room, the bluish stuff is the labware and A is the armor
Following a brief pause,, the gnome continues... "You.. You didn't put the brain in the mech suit did you? But why would that crash the ship... unless - that damned sphinx! She must have let someone through. Who sent you?! It was Zedara wasn't it?" At this, the robot (er.. armor) assumes a stable posture and braces its left arm with its right, leveling the red-jeweled rod mounted on the left arm in the general direction of the party. "You've come to destroy it, then.. is that it?? Speak truth now, or let lies be the last words to leave your lips." the voice growls through the speaker in the helmet, sounding as if spoken theough gritted teeth."
Ooc: still Trying to keep initiative in this parlay parabellum. I was going for dialogue here really - but this is a very flexible encounter.
Kwalish □ ■
Armor ■ ■
Huarache ■ ☆
Leann ■ ■
Sam ■* □
Omiy ■ □
Huarache is still up. Sam still had a held action with an unknown trigger but once huarache goes, that chance is spent since it's his turn again, then Omiy
“We are not here to destroy anything, unless you force us to do so.” Leann grits out, the same thing she has said before. “We were sent to find your journal...” She starts out at the very begining of their quest and outlines everything that has happened up till the moment, not leaving anything out. “Is that enough truth for you?”
Kwalish listens to the the story, but his response is about something mentioned in passi.f - about t he zombies in Chult. "So, the Penninsula is besieged by a death curse. Something must be done about that. Listen, you seem.like a crew who.does.what they're told, loyal to a fault even. How would you like to perform a task for me on a commission basis?"
"Look," Omiy says, "I have no business with you, with Chult, or anything. I'm just here along for the ride. So whatever your proposed task is," she shrugs and gestures at Leann, "she makes the call and not me."
In boldface, burnt orange font (I’m on my phone right now), Huarache says, “I’m certainly up for that.”
Shonisaurus, Artificer Enthusiast
<b>Wait, I wonder if I can use boldface with HTML.</b>
Shonisaurus, Artificer Enthusiast
At the plurality consent, the magical wall fades and a bespectacled white haired gnome with a short beard emerges from behind the left stone statue. Walking around it, the gnome sets down a pair of freshly doffed leather gloves on the table and adjusts the several lenses on his glasses that causes his eyes to appear smaller than their originally magnified size.
" Good decision." The gnome says. "So, he finally did it. That old archlich has built himself a wide-band soul harvester. You lot have managed to find yourselves here, you may have what it takes to set this straight. What do you say? Think you're up to the task?"
At the plurality consent, the magical wall fades and a bespectacled white haired gnome with a short beard emerges from behind the left stone statue. Walking around it, the gnome sets down a pair of freshly doffed leather gloves on the table and adjusts the several lenses on his glasses that causes his eyes to appear smaller than their originally magnified size.
" Good decision." The gnome says. "So, he finally did it. That old archlich has built himself a wide-band soul harvester. You lot have managed to find yourselves here, you may have what it takes to set this straight. What do you say? Think you're up to the task?"