Miroslaw grabbed the leg and managed to throw the stone guardian's thigh into the door frame, breaking it upon contact. With its balance lost, the warrior had no trouble tackling and bringing the statue down, cracking it as it hit the floor.
A strange magic flowed out of the cracks and the statue soon became just that as it just lay there.
Rogelio peered into the door, nervous, "Is its dead?"
No other automaton was coming for them, yet, but it likely wouldn't be long until something came to investigate the racket.
Almost immediately, Miroslaw knew the sound would be bringing some investigation from the foul spiders. He jumped up from the pile of rubble and responded to the rat, “Aye, think so. Thanks for all your help.” He chuckled lightly at the jest. He grabbed the sword that the statue was using, and went directly to the room on the other side of the hall. A whip sword could come in handy. As he moved with haste he informed the rat, “We need to be quick. More spiders will come.” He did not want to be forced to come back and check later if this key device did not work. Because of the haste, his wound would have to wait. He entered the room slowly, peeking around the corner beforehand.
Last Edit: Mar 21, 2014 2:00:18 GMT -5 by Miroslaw
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
Chain Sword A marvel of engineering and weapon forging, this blade was designed to catch foes unaware with its sudden deadly reach. A simple mechanism allows the holder to extend and retract the blade with a switch on the hilt. -Two Handed Melee Weapon Whip Slash -The blade breaks into seven sections and extends to a reach of over 15 ft on command. Reforming the sword is almost instantaneous.
Miroslaw could see no eminent danger as he peered around the corner. The room was half caved in and appeared to have once been for storage at some point. There were shelves with unknown instruments messily arranged and scrolls scattered all over the floor after falling from the broken table.
However, on the wall to the right of the room hung another one of those slots where he could fit that key he found. A similar statue to the one he just faced stood by it, although, not armed with a blade, but appeared to have menacingly bigger fists.
Last Edit: Mar 22, 2014 14:19:43 GMT -5 by Serenity
Upon sighting the statue with large hands, Miroslaw sighed deeply in frustration. He immediately expected that it somehow had life. His side still burned with pain and the wetness was still there. He did not intend to be surprised by this one.
He stepped into the room, with as much subtlety as he could manage. Keeping his eyes on the statue as much as he could, he quietly made his way over to the caved in portion and found a large rock, as large as he could manage. If the statue was still immobile by this point, he would move closer to the rock golem and attempt to smash its hands off with the boulder.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
With a mighty heave of the bit of rubble, Miroslaw successfully broke the hands off the stone guardian. However, as soon as the limbs were broken off the statue came to life and with the furiousity of a bull, rushed at the warrior, knocking him off his feet.
Rogelio panicked and ran out of the room as quick as he could to hide just behind the doorway from where he peered in.
While Miroslaw was knocked to the ground, the statue raised its leg high like a martial artist and sent it hammering down toward the warrior.
Miroslaw dropped the remaining rubble off to the side upon being toppled to the ground. He fell hard onto his back. Even though he was expecting the statue to come to life, it still surprised him.
The force of the impact on his back made him cry out in pain. Thanks to the pain and shock, he was unable to react fast enough to roll out of the way, and instead he was forced to try and stop the strike with his hands. He thrusts both hands forward to try and stop the foot. He has not time to carefully plan where to put them.
Last Edit: Mar 26, 2014 17:47:20 GMT -5 by Miroslaw
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
The foot came to a stop as soon as Miroslaw raised his arms to catch it. The strength of the statue was great, but the warrior was no slouch himself. His might proved to be equal and managed to hold the kick there, but now it would be a test of endurance. How long could he hold it?
There was a brief scurrying, and then the sound of scratching as Rogelio found some courage and attempted to attack Miroslaw's assailant while it was occupied. The little rat creature climbed up to the statue's head and began clawing at its eyes with such ferocity that were the guardian of flesh and blood he'd be blinded and weeping crimson.
Rogelio hung on for dear life as the statue sentinel began to shake its head violently and seemed to let up a little on his foot.
Grunts and yells were coming from Miroslaw as he was met with the foot's strength. He didn’t feel he could find the opportunity to roll out from under the attack. All of his concentration was focused on holding the foot back. Just as he thought he wouldn’t be capable of maintaining much longer, Rogelio found some courage and bought him an opportunity. Miroslaw worried greatly for Rogelio's well being, he did not hesitate in acting.
Upon feeling the strength of the foot let up, he immediately rolled out, allowing the power the statues strike possessed to slam into the ground. He would immediately made his way to his feet. If he could find the time, he would charge the statue into the wall behind him.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
The foot stamps the ground as Miroslaw rolls out from under it. Not wanting to hang on much longer, Rogelio hopped off the statue and scurried away before Miroslaw returned the favor from before. The warrior charged into the statue and rushed it toward the wall, hearing a crack after the impact.
It tried to stand on its legs, but as if the strength had drained from him, the statue slowly slumped to the ground as Miroslaw noticed the faint magic energies evaporating from its back.
With that, the room was clear to investigate further, however, it wouldn't stay that way long.
Somewhere in the ceiling, Miroslaw could hear movement, like something walking through pipes. More of the magic sentinels were making their way toward him.
Miroslaw fell to his knees to catch his breath after the statue became inactive, as it should be in the first place. He took only a brief moment and a few deep breaths before hopping to a quick investigation of the room. He quickly scanned over the miscellaneous scrolls and junk. Upon hearing the skittering, he quickly headed over to the slot in the wall. He cautiously put the card in, ready for anything.
The door next to the slot opens and reveals a similarly sized room, however better kept intact. Miroslaw immediately notices that a number of strange artifacts are laid out in particular order on top of long tables and on shelves.
Though he wasn't a student of knowledge, he could only assume these were things to be studied and this must have been a storage room at one point.
Rogelio, excitedly despite the danger just before, scurries into the room to look around.
At the end of one table, Miroslaw did see something he could identify without book learning; a pair of leather cestus that seemed at odds with the rest of the arcane objects that laid about in the room.
Last Edit: Apr 2, 2014 12:41:07 GMT -5 by Serenity
Miroslaw does not take much time to thoroughly examine anything. He quickly makes his way into the room and gathers everything up, the unusual artifacts, the cestus and all. As much as he could carry, making sure he had room for the cestus, being what he recognized. After loading up, he runs out of the room saying, “Come on, Rogelio! Quickly now!” He grabs the key card on his way out. He did not want to be here any longer than he had to and hoped to get out of the area before the spiders came.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
Miroslaw manages to fill a few unusual trinkets inside his food bag, having no other method of carrying all the other items at once without being encumbered, as well as the cestus.
[Keeping the bag filled with weird junk will net you +50 gp if you manage to finish the adventure with it in hand]
Rogelio comes running from the back of the room to join Miroslaw before they left the room.
As they venture back out into the hallway, they'd find a bolt thrower sentinel creeping down from the other end. With a whine and cracking of its horn, a searing white hot jolt of energy leaps from the tip straight toward Miroslaw.
This would have been a lucky first shot, however, something unexpected happened. Before the lightning bolt connected, a flash of energy erupted from the jewels stitched into the cestus and blocked the attack.
Spell Catch From an age gone by where magic dominated the land, these gloves were crafted to give the wearer a fighting chance and close the gap between them and the spell thrower. -Gloves Spell Block -Once per combat, deflects a spell with a strength of lvl. 2 or lower.
As soon as Miroslaw exists the room, he sees the spider charging a bolt. He had not time to react. With a zap, Miroslaw yelled out a profanity, anticipating the pain to come forth. At the same time, he threw himself back into the room. He noticed what happened and looked at the gloves in awe while he was now on the ground inside the room. Its a good thing he grabbed them.
He stood and set the bag of jewels down just inside the room. Pulling his bow again, he readied himself to pop out of the room for a shot. With a light sigh, he pushed himself out of the room with an arrow notched and ready to be fired. He would take time to aim the shot at the horn, as it seemed to be the most effective place to hit. Hopefully either he was faster than the spider's aim as the gloves would not aid him sitting by the wall.
As Miroslaw came out with his bow ready, the arrow flew straight like a bolt and hit the mechanical menace right in its horn, causing the crystal to explode in a lightning arc around itself. The sentinel fell in a smoky heap, before Miroslaw picked up the distinct clank of iron legs trotting the floor.
At the end of the hallway, even more sentinels appeared coming through the door, six in total with three being bolt throwers. They would quickly close the gap and start shooting while the others charged in for melee.
The other way that led to the door Miroslaw couldn't open before was clear for the moment, however, he could pick even more sentinels walking in the ceiling above and could only assume they would appear via the giant pipes that exited into the hallway.