Academy of Drell, Part IV

"Thank you Ellie, watch yourself..."

Rallyn returns to the engagement as quickly as possible (using a Burst if necessary) and tries to smash the arbalest with the psionically summoned mace.
 

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Victor tries to recall anything from his varied studies about similar mechanical contraptions and he knows that some of the gnomish clans have used them in the past, but nothing so elaborate as this thing appears to be.

Rallyn moves over to Ellie, who manifests and touches him, bringing a mace into existence. He takes a few shuffling steps and the device tries to futilely attack him, but fails because of Sildarin's grip on it. Rallyn swings with the unfamiliar weapon....

roll swings and damage, please
 

I always thought it was kinda silly when they were teaching us to use sickles and maces, let's see if it pays off...

"Hang on Sildarin! I'm coming!"

Rallyn charges back into the fray and heaves the mace over his head in both hands...

Attack Roll = 23 [25?] (17 roll + 3 mod + 1 inspire courage + 2 charge [+2 flank?]) Damage Roll (if hit) = 7 (6 roll + 1 inspire courage)

Damn! That bardic stuff must be possessing me...

"Kith! Keith! Help!"
 

I told you, they like you so much they don't want to let you get yourself killed.
And once again I've drawn the attention to myself. Great, just great. I bet that when this thing goes down, they're going to congratulate me for my courage and all that stuff.
Is it really that bad?
I.. Yes, it is.


Sildarin, seeing that he can't really damage the thing, tries to keep it down while Rallyn beats it to dust.

Grapple: Roll=13, Total 17=13+3+1(I.C.)
 

Rallyn mashes the thing with an overhand swing, and parts tinkle to the ground around it. It heaves and wheezes, hot oil shooting out, falling all over Sildarin. The construct shudders and it's scissoring blades hesitate for a moment, then it once more tries to break free -- or bring its blades to bear on the struggling elf.

Either Sildarin is stronger than he appears or the construct is more badly disabled by Rallyn's attacks, because it neither breaks free nor counterattacks. As its insectoid legs flail around they now make a grinding whine.
 

"Right.... THERE! HNGG!"

Rallyn tries to hit the same point...

LOL

Attack Roll = 26 (18 roll +3 mod +4 opponent prone/pinned +1 inspire courage) Damage = 5 (4 roll +1 inspire courage)

Dammit! Leave him alone!
 

Yes! It's working!
Victor put all his energy in the orcish song of destruction and keeping the blades from Sildarin.

Aid another 15+3+1=14 ==>Sildarin gets +2 to AC
 

Rallyn's mace smashes into the device and it shudders a final time, drenching Sildarin with a gout of reddish foul-smelling oil. Victor manages to step back quickly enough to avoid any taint of the liquid, letting up on the pressure he was applying to the odd arbalest.

300 xp each to those who participated (which means if you did what your character would do in that situation)

Sh'ar still lies asleep, apparently drugged, but doesn't appear to be in a life-threatening way.

The hallway is now quiet as the clangor of battle has died down and the darkened tunnel to the east still lies unexplored. A hint of warm air wafts from the east.
 

"What should we do with Sh'ar? He's not really fit for exploring, but we can't abandon him down here, I say we wait here until he wakes up."
 

YYuuccckkk!!! I'm covered in something sticky and stinky!
You're covered? Look at me, I'm drenched.
So what, nobody notices it on you. But I'm a crystal, I'm s'pposed to shine.
I'll just throw you at the bottom of that lake we swam through, that should help you out.
NO, No, No! I didn't mean it, honest. Don't throw me away, who'll take care of you if I'm not around?
It would seem that these new 'friends' of mine will.
Bah, they just want to use you and get your stuff.
Yeah, right.


As he goes the mental conversation, Sildarin picks up Serbanas' blade he dropped to tackle the arbalest.
He then turns towards the others but keeps his gaze on his shoes and changes his weight nervously from one foot to another.
"I... I... Tha.... Thanks... b... but.... why... ?"
 

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