Paridon: The Dark Metropolis (Ravenloft)

[Le Noir Faineant]

Calahan will remain where he is and continue to attack the spider-woman.

If he can see an opening in the mechanical structure, or maybe spot a hole,
he pull out the last vial of fire, throw it into the opening, and then punch it or crush it with his kukri. (Which should provoke a little "KABOOM"!)

 

[jkason]

Ru Brike, barbaric human monk

Though it burns him, Ru finds part of himself celebrating the blood spray. It's been so long since he allowed himself to revel in the blood lust rising within him. Kill it and prove you're better he thinks, Prove your blood burns hotter. Eyes nearly glowing without the reflected light from the furnace heart, Ru strikes again.

 

[kinem]

The sooner the monster can be stopped, the better the chance for everyone to survive Father Berman figures. He continues trying to distract it, hoping that Ru can finish the job.

If there are any loose brass parts from the legs on the ground he will yell "Coppers, use the brass against her!"

[sblock=ooc]aid another, +5 vs AC 10 to give Ru +2 to hit[/sblock]

 

[Rhun]

Despite the continued burns from the automatons scalding inner fluids, Perrin remains in close combat, where at least he can help by keeping the thing off balance. He growls against the pain, and continues to aim his battleaxe against Ada's many legs.


AC: 17, HP 32/42

Battleaxe +8, damage 1d8+4/x3 + Distracting Strike (successful hit effectively flanks the enemy, giving +2 to hit)

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Fr. Berman grabs some wreckage and tosses it into the mechanical beast's wound, causing the being to convulse a moment. Perrin manages to hack off another joint, suffering the spray (-2hp) but causing it to further stumble.

Ru sees red. He dives deep within himself, looking for that rage, the wanton violence, tries to remember how to use that brutality. Here, now, against something that deserves that brutality. He senses it. He rushes forth, ready to strike with just fury...

...but it fails him. Perhaps he could not find the center. Perhaps he could not lose the center. He forgets himself for a moment, and trips on a discarded girder. Before he realizes it, he falls onto the metal railing, slips, but barely manages to prevent himself--or the sword--from falling off the platform onto the ruined stairs below. (rolled a 1... bad timing...)

Darian tries to hold back any piece of Ada with his whip, but it is not as strong as the magic card was, and a spare spinning blade slices through the whip.

Calahan grabs for his alchemist's fire, ready to plunge it into the badly beaten boiler. He scrambles for a handhold, but now free, the contraption's spikes impale him to Ada's back. His blood is seen being drawn up through the spikes, finding its way back into the boiler, which slowly regains its shape with the added blood. More spikes appear poised to pin him in place, as the spinning blade gets closer to his midsection. (-17hp)

Ada, satisfied, clutches her prize and scurries up the wall to the ceiling. Her bulk keeps her within reach of the police, but she crawls into the clock's main mechanisms, drawing a brass chain across Calahan's form. "Come, Daddy," she calls, her mouth attached to the spinning blades dangling under Calahan, "We can still be a happy family together."

Deep within the bowels of the clock, replies a mortified, "No."

 

[jkason]

Ru Brike, barbaric human monk

Ru swears at his failure, shuddering to think of being drained by this abomination. He hears the conversation between creator and created, but only insofar as he hopes to use it to goad Ada.

"Why would he want to be family with a girl who taints her beautiful gnome blood with foul human sludge?" Ru calls out as he rights himself and resets his grip on his brass weapon. "Keep draining that squirming idiot, and you'll be nothing but another lanky monstrosity like the rest of humanity. Not even a father could love that."

Even as he talks, Ru tries to position himself to renew his assault, and slashes and stabs when he finds his opening.

 

[Rhun]

"Damn you!" cries Perrin, swinging his battleaxe overhead now. He leaps as he attacks to give himself altitude, hoping to dislodge her from her perch above.


AC: 17, HP 30/42

Battleaxe +8, damage 1d8+4/x3 + Distracting Strike (successful hit effectively flanks the enemy, giving +2 to hit)

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

More dead than alive now, Calahan will take a last, sad look at his friends
and then, to vial in his hand.

Then, with a notion of his usual mad bravery hushing over his blood-stained face, he will bleak his teeth,
grabb the chain, wind it around whatever of Ada's limbs he can get hold of,
and then crush the vial on her. (Which, as far as I understand it, should lead to an instant explosion.)

"Eat my hot moonfire, BITCH!!!"

 

[kinem]

Damn! I mean ... Lady, guide us!

ooc: Is Callahan within Father Berman's reach?

If so, he will swap locate object to cast cure serious on Callahan (3d8+5).

If not, if there is a piece of brass wreckage around, Father Berman grabs it and attempts to use it as an improvised weapon to whack the mechanical monster.

 

[industrygothica]

With both of his whips now useless, Darian tries desperately to find something that may be of use, while at the same time afraid to take his eyes--now wide with anticipation--from Calahan and his certain death.

In death, there is truth, he thinks to himself, and the hum of a familiar dirge slowly fills the room. As he sings, he dons the feathered cap pulled from his cloak, and concentrates on the face of Ada's beloved Combledorn.

OOC: Inspire Courage (Allies gain a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls). Use Hat of Disguise to look as close to what's-his-face as possible (I've forgotten her lover's name already). I there are only enough actions to do one or the other this round, I'll go for the distraction first and the bardic music next round.

I realize that Darian probably can't fully mimic a gnome-sized humanoid, especially with him being so tall--be if he can at least get the face down, that might prove to be enough of a distraction to accomplish something... Lord knows what though.