Floor 1 "Wheel": 1-2

[Anastasia]

Thus the trio advances in! Sacchin and Flasheart lead the way, going down the leftmost path of junk! It winds quickly, the entrance very soon a memory indeed...

* Hatbot --> "Ko-KappaKillerKo rolls 1d20-1 and gets 0." [1d20=1] Flasheart.
* Hatbot --> "Ko-KappaKillerKo rolls 1d20+2 Euphemia and gets 7." [1d20=5]
* Hatbot --> "Ko-KappaKillerKo rolls 1d20-1 and gets 9." [1d20=10] Sacchin

* Hatbot --> "Ko-KappaKillerKo rolls 1d4 and gets 1." [1d4=1]

12/13 HP, Lord Flasheart.

As the group advances in, none notices something subtle. It's a thin, sharp metal wire laid at low ankle level. Indeed, Lord Flasheart only notices it when it painfully slices into his flesh! At the movement of it, there is a great din all around you - several bits of rubbish and metal come crashing down, half covering the path and making a horrible noise!

Path is about twenty feet wide, with 5ft encroachments of fallen rubbish on either side now. It goes on in a twisting direction at a slow angle.

[Ebiris]

"Oww! Blast it!" Flasheart pulls his foot back quickly. "Little fellow!" he calls over to their friend, "If you're not going to spot traps then make yourself useful and fly up so you can let us know if anyone's coming to investigate that racket!"

[Carthrat]

Sacchin, for her part, starts pulling debris from the walls in order to make an improptu barricade against any enemies coming from the front! Once completed, she'll takes out her bow and holds it at the ready.

[Anastasia]

As Flasheart berates your steamy friend, Sacchin goes to pull down some rubble. It rains down around her, making a small hill to hide behind!

"But that's daaaaaangerousss!" It's protest comes even as his words are somewhat true! Danger is approaching! Coming around the bend, 90 ft away, are a squad of six men! Each wears scale mail; the front three carry longswords and shields, the rear three having light crossbows at the ready!

[Carthrat]

Lurking behind her wall of scrap, Sacchin readies her bow, preparing to start shooting should the inevitable negotiations fail.

Go, Flasheart, go!

[Ebiris]

"I say! You there!" Flasheart calls over to the approaching band. "We're peaceful explorers, so lets all lower our weapons before there's any misunderstandings!"

[Anastasia]

"Death for the Dark One! Blood for his throne!" They call back as one, advancing closer even as Flasheart calls to them. "No mercy to the damned! Your punishment shall be engraved onto your soul!"

They look hostile, so I'm calling for initiative here.

* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20-1 Flasheart and gets 11." [1d20=12]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+1 Euphy and gets 10." [1d20=9]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20 Satsuki and gets 3." [1d20=3]

* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+4 swordsman group and gets 12." [1d20=8]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+4 crossobwers group and gets 9." [1d20=5]

Initiative is:

Swordsman>Flasheart>Euphy>Crossbowers>Sacchin(Rei-chan!)

The swordsmen advance in a solid safe line, moving to thirty feet away from the party!

Flasheart-chan, you're up.

[Ebiris]

Flasheart bravely runs away! Maybe one of the other paths is safer?

[Anastasia]

Flasheart bravely runs away, back to the main entrance! There are three other winding paths to choose from next turn!

Euphy, you're up.

[Corwin]

Euphemia releases a shot at one of the swordsmen, knowing that her archaic weapon would be less effective at range, and the same applies for the crossbows held by their enemies. She retreats afterwards, opening up the distance between herself and the attackers.

+3 (1d8, 19-20/x2, 80ft)

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+3 and gets 18." [1d20=15]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d8 and gets 6." [1d8=6]

Nice shot.

With a deft aim, Euphy shoots and takes the center swordsman right down! The arrow goes into his throat, his life ending in an arrow's  breath! As he goes down, the line of crossbowmen advance thirty foot before bracing and firing, three bolts at the protected but close Sacchin!

You have cover, which gives you a +4 to AC. Your effective AC is now 20.

* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+1 and gets 21." [1d20=20]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+1 and gets 16." [1d20=15]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+1 and gets 18." [1d20=17]

* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+1 crit? and gets 15." [1d20=14]

* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d8 and gets 2." [1d8=2]

(6)24/26, Sacchin.

The arrows fly! Two bury themselves in the junk she hides behind, but the last grazes her lower arm, leaving a slight bleeding injury!

Sacchin, you are up.

[Carthrat]

"Finally!" cries Sacchin, firing a shot at one of the archers, before deigning to dash back and take cover against a counterattack behind a bend.

[10:56:02] <@Kallen> roll 1d20+6 attacking!
[10:56:03] * Hatbot --> "Kallen rolls 1d20+6 attacking! and gets 14." [1d20=8]
[10:56:15] <@Kallen> roll 1d8+2 zuh
[10:56:16] * Hatbot --> "Kallen rolls 1d8+2 zuh and gets 8." [1d8=6]

If I can't actually avoid getting attacked next round, I'll draw my shield instead.

[Anastasia]

Sacchin, you can move back, but they can move some as well. Your call on that, though crossbows take a bit of effort to reload. .

The arrow is fired, but this one narrowly misses, whizzing by! Sacchin falls back after, protecting herself as she joins her friends! Meanwhile the swordsmen advance, coming close but not quite there to the falling back, regrouping party!

Eb.

[Ebiris]

"Little fellow!" Flasheart yells at the flying creature they befriended. "Can't you do something - knock over one of those debris piles on top of them or something!"

[Anastasia]

<Rei-chan> Anastasia rolled : 1d20+21 flasheart diplo attempt go --> [ 1d20=10 ]{31}

"Grr..." Despite that the mephit glares at the onrushing horde of swordsmen! Above them a cloud of boiling rain comes to town!

> roll 2d6
<Rei-chan> Anastasia rolled : 2d6 --> [ 2d6=8 ]{8}

<Rei-chan> Anastasia rolled : 1d20 --> [ 1d20=3 ]{3}
<Rei-chan> Anastasia rolled : 1d20 --> [ 1d20=12 ]{12}
<Rei-chan> Anastasia rolled : 1d20 --> [ 1d20=13 ]{13}

The rain sends the two remaining swordsmen screaming, going down amid the burning storm!

Euphy.