Post by monstermike on Jan 27, 2012 12:46:52 GMT -5
Effington nods at Aonghasan and takes the crossbow. He shouts up at Salazar as he readies to fire - "Salazar! You are a fool and an idiot and YOU TALK FUNNY!"
Salazar turns his gaze on Effington just as the crossbow twangs. [Effington makes a DEX roll of 43, hitting easily. 15 damage with 1 spite. Salazar has enchanted leather armor under his robes, so he takes 2 damage].
The bolt hits the sorcerer in the shoulder and he winces in pain. "When I kill you, Effington, Thtay Dead! Fiwe At Will!!"
As he speaks these last words, a fiery sphere emerges from his hand. It floats out into the space above the gold-processing floor below and swells to a diameter of about five feet. The sphere of flame pulses weirdly and shoots out a jet of flame at Effington. [Does 3 damage after Effington's armor].
Post by ProfGremlin on Jan 28, 2012 16:11:27 GMT -5
"Bugger it all!" Bitsa swears as he catches his balance, casting a murderous look at the rubble strewn floor. His gaze quickly sweeps the room and he finds the Titans along with Pan, Herman, Owynn and Tenakar working to bring the terrifying golem to it's knees. For some reason it reminds him of a battle between a scorpion and an ants nest. In a flash of inspiration, Bitsa swings his pack off one shoulder and quickly thrusts his hand within. In seconds his fingers encounter the cold steel of the crowbar he had brought from Dead End. Hailing an empty handed Titan the thief cries, "See what you can do with this!" The Titan catches the tossed crowbar and raises a fist in thanks. Seeing their efforts well in hand Bitsa leaves his companions to handle the horrifying hulk and turns his attention to Salazar.
While Bitsa's attention had been otherwise occupied Aonghasan had vanaished and Effington had obtained a crossbow which even now was leveled at the purple glow of Salazar's presence. "Salazar! You are a fool and an idiot and YOU TALK FUNNY!" Bitsa's fingers automatically load another bullet into his sling as Effington sends the wood and steel bolt winging through the intervening space.
The bolt hits the sorcerer in the shoulder and he winces in pain. "When I kill you, Effington, Thtay Dead! Fiwe At Will!!"
Bitsa's eyes widen as the fireball swells in size. 'Struth...! The half-pint housebreaker whips the sling up over his head, spins it a couple of times and snaps his hand forward making sure not to loose his focus this time.
Unaware of her fellow wizards efforts, Ozenda continues to study the clockwork Golem. Having Peered deeply into it her understanding of it's mechanisms has increased. In truth it is little different from any town clock tower - save that it is driven by steam rather than weights and pendulum... Of course, there is the murderous intent of the spirit bound within which most clocks lack... she concedes. "Titans!" the wizard shouts, "Jam debris in the gears to inhibit the movement! Break the pipes to slow the creatures power! Cool the furnace to rob it of it's strength!"
Taking her own advice Ozenda focuses upon the stream entering the smelting chamber, source of the water wheel's power - and stops as inspiration strikes. Source of it's power... Of course...! Call Water... but why call the water from outside of the creature...? Call it from inside the boilers...! The furnace can burn white hot but if there is no water to boil there will be no movement...!
Hoping she has struck upon a unique solution to the problem, Ozenda Calls Water from the golem's boiler - and throws the super heated liquid in Salazar's direction. "Ivocarum Aquae!"
Bitsa casts another sling bullet at Salazar  12-01-28 14:37:31 CST 4+5+27= 36+(lev2)= 38
Damage if it hits  12-01-28 14:39:39 CST 4+5+28= 37
Post by monstermike on Jan 30, 2012 11:14:54 GMT -5
The chaotic scene unfolds, revealing itself to the combatants as disjointed flashes of action. Time seems to slow down and speed up weirdly, with some actions over in the blink of an eye and others in strange slow motion.
Aonghasan fades from sight in a pool of inky vapor, as though his flesh and then finally his bones were bubbling and dissolving into mist. Though no one can see him, he ascends the stairs of the catwalk toward the raving sorcerer.
Bitsa whirls and casts another sling bullet with a snap. He sees the ball move in a slow climbing catenary toward Salazar, with a slight clockwise spin. Salazar is just opening his mouth to speak again when the bullet smashes into his cheek. Salazar winces at the impact, his head turning to the right as the flesh of his face is distorted and his cheekbone is shattered by the impact of the ball.
The team dragging the cable finally brings it across the back of the dazed golem's legs. Tenkar and Owynn are shouting encouragement at Pan and Herman and the remains of Effington's army as they drag the massive hawser clear of the debris.
"One, Two, and THREE!!!" with red straining faces they pull the cable taut and sweep it into the backs of the golem's knees just as the terrifying monstrosity stirs to life again. The Titans swarm around its legs, breaking pipes and jamming gears. Dozens of dwarves have to scramble out of the way as the Goliath begins to topple over backwards.
Ozendasees the linkage of forces driving the golem and summons water from the weakest spot in its massive boiler - a small pressure valve high up on the back side. As the golem begins to topple backwards toward the catwalk, the brazing around the valve cracks then suddenly fails completely. The valve shoots out of the boiler like shrapnel, smashing into the stone wall just to the left of Salazar. Everyone is deafened by an earsplitting shriek from the golem as a jet of superheated steam spews from the ragged hole in the boiler.
The golem continues its slow fall, backwards toward the catwalk and the jet of steam sweeps past Salazar. He jigs and dances like a puppet whose strings are held by an evil god, his robes catching fire and the skin on his face and hands instantly blistering and sloughing away. The wooden catwalk catches fire around him.
The golem's arms windmill wildly and it falls against the wall beneath the catwalk. The entire fortress shakes with the impact and the heavy stone wall fractures. Timber braces under the catwalk fall away, landing on top of the golem, and the burning structure lurches wildly.
With his dying breath Salazar mutters, "Curthe you all. THMOOOOGGGGGG!!!"
The sorcerer topples off the catwalk and deadfalls straight into the open furnace door of the dead golem below him. The inferno within flares with strange green and purple light and huge cloud of noxious gas billows from the golem's belly, quickly filling the room.
Post by monstermike on Feb 1, 2012 10:53:29 GMT -5
The sounds of hacking and gagging combine with the hisses and clanks of the dying golem as the noxious cloud fills the room. In a few minutes, the cloud clears and you can see dozens of dwarves with streaming red eyes. Tenkar stands resolutely in the middle of the room, still holding his breath. His eyes bulge from their sockets and his face is a strange shade of bluish purple. As the smog clears, he lets out his breath with a great whoosh and breathes the fresh air for a few moments.
He looks at all the people still coughing around him and addresses the Titans. "Awright you fellers. Rub some dirt on it and walk it off, ya big babies. Oh. An' can someone point me ta where Salazar keeps all 'is gold?"
Dwarla appears at the mine adit up above, waving her hand in front of her face to fan away the last traces of the malodorous thmog. "What happened here? I heard... Oh dear. You've all been poisoned. Be right back." With that, she turns and runs back down to the quarters level.
With no continuing source of ignition, the fire on the catwalk is unable to sustain itself. However, it gives another sickening lurch under Aonghasan's feet and creaks ominously.
As the catwalk lurches beneath his feet, Aonghasan feels a churning sickness within, a seething hunger mingled with a sudden writhing torment inside his mouth. He falls to his knees as his body surges. He opens his mouth to heave-- but instead of vomit, he disgorges an immense cloud of flies in wave upon wave. As the loathsome hoard of insects plunge after Salazar's corpse to devour flesh and bone, Aonghasan's shroud of invisibility evaporates and the light of the world falls upon him.
His body quakes as the demon flies escape, leaving him thinner, paler, and smaller than before. At last, he collapses like a lifeless heap of rags.
The swarm pours into the furnace as if it were a gateway to hell itself.
Last Edit: Feb 3, 2012 13:22:54 GMT -5 by gaptooth
Still feeling the strain of his effort, and having witnessed the awkward and dramatic demise of Salazar, Owynn takes the time to catch his breath while the dust settles. He stays standing and watch.
He watches dozens of happy faces once the dwarfs realize that there nemesis is no more. He witnesses his close companions with eyes glittering as if they were already contemplating their golden treasures. He sees Bitsa looking at Ozenda with a mix of respect and fear, and the wizard looking back at the same time surprised and satisfied that her trick succeeded.
Finally he sees 'Hasan falling as a disgusting swarm of bugs pours out of him. Strangely enough, this event makes him see past his natural hatred for wizards and his mistrust for this treacherous friend. He decides to go to him and help him out. Before he moves he shouts: "Move out folks! There is still plenty to do to clean up this mess. There will be time for celebration later!"
But deep inside, in his heart, he cannot repress a warm feeling of satisfaction.
Reaching the unconscious wizard, Owynn lifts 'Hasan, bringing one of his arms around his own shoulders. Seeing Bitsa nearby, who had approached to see how his companion was doing, he says: "This one needs healing. I will bring him to town, maybe with the young Hermann and a small delegation. In the meantime, try to organize things here with Ozenda." Then he starts moving.
A few steps later, he turns slightly back and whispers: "And I will see to it when I return that the treasure is shared equitably among all of us!" Moving on again, he starts thinking if that is something which is really in his hands...
Post by ProfGremlin on Apr 1, 2012 20:52:38 GMT -5
Bitsa rubs his eyes as the burning engendered by Salazar's Thmog spell dissipates along with the poisonous cloud. As the retching and coughing subsides the creaking of cooling steel boilers and pings of contracting pipes are interspersed with groans and shudders as the interior structure of the building settles itself. The half-pint housebreaker surveys the scene before him and finds he's grateful to have survived.
"Awright you fellers. Rub some dirt on it and walk it off, ya big babies. Oh. An' can someone point me ta where Salazar keeps all 'is gold?" Tenkar bellows.
Ozenda stares at the lifeless golem before her, stunned that her idea not only worked but did so in such an amazing manner. Such genius bent to destructive ends... What beauty could such a mind have created...? Ozenda sighs. Movement out of the corner of her eye pulls the wizards attention and she sees a swarm of flies arrow singlemindedly towards the open furnace doors of the golem briefly eclipsing the glow within. Tracking backwards Ozenda sees a heap of rags upon the precarious catwalk. What could that have been...?
The wizard slowly approaches the others, the realization that her ordeal was finally over beginning to dawn upon her. "This one needs healing. I will bring him to town, maybe with the young Hermann and a small delegation. In the meantime, try to organize things here with Ozenda."
At her name Ozenda looks up to find Owynn supporting a sickly looking Aonghasan. Lifting a hand she implores, "A moment, please. I may be of some assistance." She Peers deep within the Elven mage and shudders at what she Sees. "He is grievously wounded though not all of this occurred today." Ozenda places her hand upon Aonghasan's chest and quietly whispers, "Penuria Infantia." As she casts her spell, Ozenda reaches into the Kremmsuck staff and pulls any remaining charge out of it to add to her effort.
Always intimidated by anything magical, Owynn frowns mildly at Ozenda when she comes forth. He knows better than to interfere with wizards, though, so he lets her do her thing. Seeing the spell fizzle does not particularly please him: it reinforces his feeling that anything magical should be avoided at all cost. As a master of his trade, he knows that the ways of wizardry, more often than not, cannot be escaped, be it in one way or another.
"Well, I guess it will have to be the village then." His eyes slightly trail on her wand while he is looking at her. "I guess the wand was not that big of a finding after all. I wonder why He put a dragon to guard it..." Seeing her eyes look down suddenly, he turns around in a final address to Bitsa: "I'll be back, Bitsa. Don't mess up while I'm not there!"
"After all", he thinks, "maybe not all wizards are the same..."
Post by monstermike on Apr 16, 2012 10:12:22 GMT -5
Ozenda searches into Aonghasan's mystical clockwork and finds... chaos. Tapping the last of the energy out of the staff she tries to set the unconscious wizard into order, but the seething turmoil within him is unlike misplaced cogs and broken springs. It is more like a maelstrom of tentacles and gibbering mouths in eyeless faces.
The energy she put into the spell backfires, hurling her onto the floor.
Owynn lifts Aonghasan and carries him out through the gate into the night.
The rain has slacked off, and the night air is cool and smells of wet earth and budding leaves. The thunderheads begin to drift away, revealing the familiar constellations and twin moons of Kaballa in the sky above. Owynn finds the wagon that The Donald brought the new recruits in parked around the side of the fortress, and horses and tack are in a small lean-to stable nearby.
He lays the wizard gently in the back of the wagon, making a him a comfortable bed from the stack of saddle blankets in the tack room. Soon, the horses are hitched and ready to go.
Inside the fortress, Dwarla soon returns to the tunnel mouth and lowers down a basket to the Titans below. Inside the basket are dried leaves. "Make a tea with these leaves and drink it slowly. It will help with your breathing and ease some of the discomfort from the fumes."
Herman and Pan get up and begin to wander around. Walking through the destroyed wall into the room that held the furnace, they see two sets of ingot molds and a crucible suspended from a gantry over them. The molds are empty, but they can still see the air around the crucible shimmering with heat.
Tenkar sets a few of the Titans on to the task of making tea. Ever resourceful, the Titans use a fire-bucket from the furnace room and fill it with some of the still-hot water from the ruptured boiler in the golem's head. Shortly, wooden piggins of hot tea are being passed and sipped and the burning effect of the thmog is eased.
Owynn climbs on the wagon and starts his slow trip to Dead End. He tries in his head to find a way to explain simply and quickly what happened since their mountain trip started. So much happened in the in just a few hours that he definitely does not know where to start. So he sets his mind to use his usual tactics in these matters: improvise!
In the meantime, after a quick look at 'Hasan to check that he is still properly installed, he makes himself comfortable as well and takes advantage of the cool night air perfume.
Post by monstermike on Apr 20, 2012 13:15:59 GMT -5
Owynn rattles through the mountain night on the wagon. The going is slow due to the darkness and the muddy state of the road. Just around sunrise, he rolls back into the town of Dead End.
Sheriff Cogburn, always an early riser, leans casually against the wall of the Sheriff's Office, picking his teeth with a stalk of rye. "Well, there! I didn't reckon to be seeing you back so soon. Or seeing you back at all fer that matter. You look like you been drug backwards through a briar patch, and it looks like ya got an injured man back there too. Was the rest all killed?"
Owynn grimaces a smile. After all, the sheriff isn't that far from what could have happened. "Surprisingly enough, all of us are a live. The same cannot be said of the mad wizard who put up this devilish operation up there..."
He goes down from his wagon and takes a more serious stance: "Look, I would love to explain all what happened up there -- and there is much to say, I tell you -- but my friend there", he points at 'Hasan, "he is in a pretty bad shape, and he could use some medical help right now."
Post by monstermike on Apr 23, 2012 14:36:45 GMT -5
"No foolin! Well, that's somethin, no doubt about it." Cogburn looks again at the recumbent form of Aonghasan. "Well, we got no doctor in town and the barber ain't no good for this sort of thing, but Mr. Smythe should be able to fix him up."
Cogburn grabs the bridle of one of the horses and leads them, pulling the wagon, down the street to Smythe's house. He walks up to the door and knocks, waits, and knocks again louder. "Smythe! Wake up now! They're back!"
A few moments pass and an upstairs window opens. Mr. Smythe sticks his head out the window. Seeing the trio below, he says, "Oh my. Hurt, is he? I'll be right down. Let me put something on."
Chickens scratch and peck in the dust around Owynn's feet while he waits. Soon, Smythe emerges from the front door in an ornate dressing gown and walks over to the wagon. While he looks Aonghasan over, Cogburn fills him in on the few details he obtained from Owynn.
"Yes, yes, excellent." Smythe says. "It looks as if someone tried to heal him already with a spell, but it didn't take. He must be worse off than I thought." Summoning his energy, Smythe passes his hands over Aonghasan's body. (Smythe makes a 36 on his SR. Heals Aonghasan for 10 CON.)
"There's more wrong with him than just his injuries I'm afraid. Carry him inside, you two, and lay him out on the couch. We'll have some breakfast while Owynn here regales us with his tale."