(Casual D&D IV) A Knight for a Pawn

dpdx said:
"Thank you for forcibly deactivating the vexing metal man, and for taking the brunt of its punishment. I still do not understand how a group that seemed to have no problem accosting us would fail to defend itself against that infernal machine, but of such details are heroes made. You did very well."

"naah, I was too bloody worried that it might get to the rest of the group, since I was about the only one that didn't get hurt earlier today. All I did there was fire a bunch of arrows. Either way, let's get some sleep, I'd rather pitch a tent outside then stay in here."
 

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Cylantro : Female Human

Examining the contruct:

Cylantro scraches her head. "Hmmm. This is odd. The symbol on that thing is from the renowned artificer Armot Thelen. He served the kingship of Tourne about 400 years ago." She pauses as if in deep thought. "That thing must be really old."

At the mention of sleeping:

"When we are ready to sleep, I have a new spell prepared I wish to try out."

OOC: When ready, she'll cast: Tiny Hut; Effect: 20 ft. sphere centered on her; Duration: 12 hours [D].
 

Raven finds separating the pieces of the thing harder than he'd imagined. After enough effort to ruin the pickaxe, the metal man has been bent out of shape enough to become an unrecognizable mass, but this still moves, apparently still trying to find its natural shape.
 

Cylantro said:
"When we are ready to sleep, I have a new spell prepared I wish to try out."
Hiritus, having done all he can (or wishes to) for the scarves, returns just in time to hear this comment. Summoning the extent of his intelligence, he replies to the sorceress:

"Oh, Fendric can't be put to sleep magically, and besides, we've all worked hard enough we probably don't need to have that cast on us today, anyway. But thanks for offering!"
 

Guilt Puppy said:
Raven finds separating the pieces of the thing harder than he'd imagined. After enough effort to ruin the pickaxe, the metal man has been bent out of shape enough to become an unrecognizable mass, but this still moves, apparently still trying to find its natural shape.


"Bugger. Is there an off-switch on this thing? Let's get it outside, see if it keeps reforming when it's away from this cave."
 


Cylantro : Female Human

dpdx said:
Hiritus, having done all he can (or wishes to) for the scarves, returns just in time to hear this comment. Summoning the extent of his intelligence, he replies to the sorceress:

"Oh, Fendric can't be put to sleep magically, and besides, we've all worked hard enough we probably don't need to have that cast on us today, anyway. But thanks for offering!"

"I apologize for the misunderstanding. It is a spell that will create a magical shelter of sorts. It will protect us from the weather."

OOC: Planned on casting it outside. It is supposed to hold the caster plus 9 medium sized individuals.
 

[She better be smiling. :)]

Hiritus, visibly chagrined to have made such a mistake, follows Cylantro's apology with his own.

"No, that was my fault, Cylantro. I'm sorry I misunderstood you."

Fendric, topside when Raven brings the metal man out, smiles.

"Splendid idea! Though you shouldn't exert yourself like that until I can heal you, really, Raven. You were going to pitch that thing down the cliff and into the surf, yes?"
 

dpdx said:
[She better be smiling. :)]

Hiritus, visibly chagrined to have made such a mistake, follows Cylantro's apology with his own.

"No, that was my fault, Cylantro. I'm sorry I misunderstood you."

Fendric, topside when Raven brings the metal man out, smiles.

"Splendid idea! Though you shouldn't exert yourself like that until I can heal you, really, Raven. You were going to pitch that thing down the cliff and into the surf, yes?"

"Euuhm, well, if you want a dripping wet pissed of construct pounding at our door in the middle of the night, that would do the trick.
I have no clue whatsoever on how to deal with that thing. Toss it down a crevice and put as much boulders between that thing and us, and maybe check out the rest of the cave in the morning to see if there's an 'off' switch somewhere in those ruins? We can't let it roam the countryside, that's for sure."
 

"Hey Cylantro, where was that symbol on this thing you were talking about? Four hundred and something years old?" Nurthk asks, studying the mess of metal as it tries to rearrange itself into a functional form.
 

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