Floor 1 "Wheel": 1-2

[Corwin]

Dodging it is!

Ref +4. I've also moved 60ft away from it so far, am I still in trampling range?

[Anastasia]

<Kobot> PrettySailorRabiteSquashKo rolled 1d20+4 --> [ 1d20=18 ]{22}

<Kobot> PrettySailorRabiteSquashKo rolled 1d6+3+1d2 --> [ 1d6=6 1d2=1 ]{10}

Flasheart, thou art at -4/13. Thou art dead. You'll be going back to the Starry Wastes now.
Sacchin, you're at (6)8/26 You're concious and kicking, but just barely!
Euphy-chan, you don't suck at saving throws! You're at 10/15.

The junk golem thrashes about like a buck in heat! LIterally, as flaming bottles collapse in it's charge! The entire thing is falling apart! Flaming bottles crash down, bumps and bruises thrown! Sacchin hurts plentily, but Euphy is quick enough to use her as a body cover as she falls, Sacchin ensuring that Euphy doesn't take the worst of it! Sadly, there is no such luck for Flasheart! With a messy SQUISH noise he is pinned under a large chunk of rubble that must weigh several tons.  Snap, crackle, pop, he's as dead as a doornail.

All around you now lies tons of broken debris, the golem defeated! Besides where Flasheart was crushed, the rod he gave his temporary life for lies serenely, undamaged!

Free act.

Congratulations! You've unlocked alchemists fire in character creation!

[Carthrat]

"It hurts! It.. hurts..." gasps Sacchin, collapsing against some nearby junk and clutching herself. "It.. it's not getting better, why isn't it getting better. It should be getting better, it always used to get better!"

[Anastasia]

"Uussseeeed toooo?" Your hissing friend comes out from hiding behind a large chunk of junk, floating over to Satsuki. "Thinnnnngs don't wooooork that way heeereee!"

[Carthrat]

"Keh," she grunts, leaning her bow against a wall. "Killing harder work than before. Sacchin- I, I, I. I can do it. Rest..."

[Anastasia]

"You maaaaaybe, but whaaat about hiiiiim?" With a look at the junk that smashed the avatar formerly known as Flasheart, "Smasssshed."

[Carthrat]

"Dead people are alive again all the time," mutters Sacchin.

[Anastasia]

"But I likkkeeeed him..." With a sad look passing over it's face, "Deaaaaad meaaaans alllivveee? Everyone deaaaaaad liveees agaaaain?"

[Carthrat]

"He come back sometime, I think. Different. Maybe stronger. Maybe weaker. Don't know."

[Anastasia]

"Ooooh. Like zoooombbieee?" His question is as he floats down, steaming and looking down at the resting Sacchin. "Riiissseee baaaack uppp?"

[Carthrat]

"I don't know. Maybe. Only Dark One knows."

[Anastasia]

At that name, the mephit whimpers and goes away very fast. He flies over to Euphy, hiding behind her head.

[Corwin]

"We should use this chance to recover," Euphemia states, picking up their key and settling against the wall by the entrance.

[Carthrat]

Sacchin is only too happy to follow after Euphemia, stepping over the tripwires along the way.

[Corwin]

Let's rest~! We recover our levels + con mod, right? And my spells, I'll be a healbot this time around.