D&D 5E (2014) [IC] Adventures in Ashwell: The Edge of Dispater

[industrygothica]

Kilvo draws his thunder cannon and puts the barrel up against the thing. "You boys gimme th' word and I'll give ye a good look at its insides. I prefer me ancient artifacts t'be less alive, anyway!"

 

[Neurotic]

Raghnall steps forward and grabs the thing with both hands and heaves.

OOC: [roll0]Oh come on! Thats 2 in a row now taking the biscuit

OOC: I'm stronger then the barbarian, nah, nah, nah

 

[Creamsteak]

It seems that you collectively end up pulling Thael across the room with the metalic creature still attached.

Does Kilvo still want to take a shot?

 

[Azurewraith]

Raghnall grunts with exertion once again his strength has failed him. Raghnall taps the thing attached to his companions head and barks "Release him, before I tie you to the back of a horse and drag you across the plains" Raghnall cycles through all the languages he knows Sclyvendi,Dûnyanic and Xianic.

 

[industrygothica]

OOC: Is the thing already attached to Thael's head? Not sure I want to chance blasting a hole in him, too... If not, then yeah I'll take a shot. If yes then I'll hold. For now.

 

[Creamsteak]

OOC: It's currently on one of his arms, probably upper shoulder. On it's turn it'll restrain. On the following round it will attach. It's not going for the head.

 

[industrygothica]

Kilvo watches the continuing struggle and decides it's likely not going to end well. He steadies his breath, and pulls the trigger. "I'm guessin' y'ell be feelin' somethin' now."

OOC: Attack: 1D20+5 = [17]+5 = 22 Damage: 2D6+3 = [6, 3]+3 = 12

 

[Creamsteak]

Kilvo's shot of thunder strikes the creature solidly and deals significant damage to the thing. It's bits scatter across the floor, heavily damaged. It seems to stop moving.

 

[Azurewraith]

Raghnall smiles at Kilvo before looking at his weapon and his ssmile is replaced with a frown. "A Cowards weapon" Raghnall mutters in his native tongue

 

[Steve Gorak]

Thael is temporarily deafened and disoriented at having such a loud shot right next to his head, but he is grateful that he is no longer in danger. Then, reality comes rushing to his consciousness: No! The artifact! I hope I can still learn from it! He mumbles first, and then aproaches the thing and whispers softly to it in Kûnüric: "my lord, are you still with us? Forgive my companion's actions, they were afraid for me...[/i]

OOC: Casting guidance again. Does the thing respond?