Floor 1 "Wheel": 1-2

[Ebiris]

"But we don't really have anywhere else we can go, unless you have any ideas," Flasheart replies, looking expectantly at the mephit.

[VySaika]

Ranmaru follows along to the ladder, and helps Sacchin with the duties of de-oiling the rungs if nessesary.

[Anastasia]

Got it, Gate.

"Welllll.... Maybe it's time to try and move on," the mephit says, "Yoooou're geetttting boooooreeed here, aaaaren't youuu?"

[Ebiris]

"Pish tosh!" Flasheart makes a dismissive noise. "Any boredom can easily be alleviated by the myriad ways in which I can die here, and then come back none the worse for wear!"

[Corwin]

"True enough. His deaths are amusing," Euphemia agrees. "Now let's go see about that ladder."

[Anastasia]

"You're guuyyssss are no fuuuunnn..." the mephit rails as the party returns to the ladder. Going to it, they find it quietly waiting. Nothing seems to have immediately changed, right?

[Corwin]

Sacchin goes to work. Mechanically, like a robot. Or a zombie.

[Anastasia]

Sacchin and Ranmaru get to grease removal duty! It's not too hard with what they have, a few minutes passing. The two remove most of the grease, detrapping the ladder.

[Corwin]

Sacchin bravely proceeds, weapon at the ready! Euphemia follows several paces behind her, far less bravely, but just as armed.

[VySaika]

Ranmaru advances as well, but is happy to let Sacchin take point.

[Ebiris]

Flasheart bravely brings up the rear!

[Anastasia]

The party climbs down! Sacchin takes the front! As she climbs down, about 10 feet clambered, there is a soft sound heard. A whirrling sound, like two things rubbing together.

[Carthrat]

Sacchin slides down the rest of the ladder, and withdraws her club, ready to face down whatever it might be!

[Anastasia]

The party continues to go down!

Sacchin in particular decides to slide on down with abandon! As she slides down, she notices a PROBLEM! The sliding is coming from the metal floor having lightly segmented apart, spreading and sliding together with little jagged edges! Sacchin is sliding right down into that trap!

* Hatbot --> "XornKokokoko rolls 1d20 DC 10 dex check and gets 7." [1d20=7]
* Hatbot --> "XornKokokoko rolls 3d6 and gets 14." [3d6=2, 6, 6]

This wasn't Sacchin's best, most well meaning idea. Oh no. She can't stop her pole slide down in time! Her left leg goes right into the trap! Her limb is mauled and torn, blood coming out like a firecracker bursting in the night sky! In agony her reflex lets her draw it out, but the damage is done!

14 damage, putting you at 12/26. Also, ad hoc -5 to your movement rate since your leg is mulched.

[Corwin]

Good show! Euphemia spends a brief moment to see whether she could avoid the trap Sacchin had triggered for their sake, and if so would descend the rest of the way to relative safety swiftly and carefully!