Floor 1 "Wheel": 1-2

[Anastasia]

The conveyor belt is moving at a pretty good pace. Walking over it would be a chore, since you'd have to move over rubble and ore strewn ground to try and catch up to the other side and not be swept along.

[Ebiris]

Flasheart attempts to start grabbing large chunks of ore and rubble from the conveyer belt and trying to jam them down the sides to try and clog the machinery up and make it stop.

This plan simply has no downsides or potential hazards at all!

[Anastasia]

<Kobot> Ko-CONNIE rolled 1d20 grapple --> [ 1d20=15 ]{15}
<Kobot> Ko-CONNIE rolled 1d20+6 --> [ 1d20=18 ]{24}

As Flasheart reaches out to grab some of the rubble, he feels something close around his arm! He sees nothing as he tries to resist, but it is futile! He is dragged onto the conveyor belt, slammed down hard onto a bed of rock and iron!

<Kobot> Ko-CONNIE rolled 1d8+1 bludgeoning damage --> [ 1d8=4 ]{5}

13/18, Flasheart.

Lord Flasheart finds himself pinned down and being conveyed towards the vats of molten metal at a rather terrifying pace! Uh oh!

"Uh oooooh!" Your steamy friend observes, staying by Euphy. "Not goooooood! Really not gooooood!"

Everyone, you have one action here if you wish to take one. Feel free to try and make them count.

[Ebiris]

"Sparky! Help me!" Flasheart tries to scramble off the conveyor while his hawk flies over to latch its talons on while flapping its wings furiously in an effort to pull him to freedom.

Sparky will use aid another for whatever check I have to make to get off this

[Anastasia]

<Kobot> Ko-CONNIE rolled 1d20 well, let's roll yours first and see if it matters --> [ 1d20=4 ]{4}
<Kobot> Ko-CONNIE rolled 1d20+6 --> [ 1d20=13 ]{19}

There's the aid another, but win, lose or draw it's not mattering with those numbers.

Lord Flasheart struggles in vain, his falcon no help as he is dragged towards a molten end!

Euphy and Sacchin have an action.

[Carthrat]

From her distant position, Sacchin can only watch with some bemusement as Flasheart is whisked away to almost certain death.

I am kinda far away, I think. Short of like.. throwing stuff at you, I don't really know what to do! An arrow won't fuck up the conveyer belt so much as just get crushed. :V

[Ebiris]

You could shoot an arrow to go through my shirt - or even flesh if we want to be grisly - to stick me to non-moving edge at the side of the conveyor belt!

[Corwin]

"Any way to make the conveyer belt stop from here?" Euphemia asks their flying friend, aiming at Flasheart. If she can't do that, at least she could give him a clean death.

And have him respawn quickly.

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Kolunch rolls 1d20+3 let's see if this is in the ballpark anyway and gets 23." [1d20=20]
* Hatbot --> "Kolunch rolls 1d20+3 crit? and gets 10." [1d20=7]
* Hatbot --> "Kolunch rolls 1d8 and gets 3." [1d8=3]

10/18, Flash. Ow.

With the whirrling of gears, a propelled crossbow bolt is fired! It slams into Lord Flasheart's ass and into the conveyor belt! Flasheart stops, even as some ore gets past him, stained red! However, much of it is stopping around him, like a logjam! Fortunately, this means he isn't heading for a lava bath yet!

[Corwin]

Lacking words, Euphemia tries to conceal her laughter as she reloads her crossbow.

[Ebiris]

Flasheart howls in pain as he tries to scramble for the side of the conveyor before he pulls himself off, something which will no doubt further aggravate the injury caused by having a crossbow bolt penetrating all the way through one of his buttocks and into the machinery.

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Kobrb rolls 1d20 grapple and gets 6." [1d20=6]
* Hatbot --> "Kobrb rolls 1d20+6 ow, bad luck and gets 8." [1d20=2]

Flasheart struggles in vain as the force holds him down! Ore continues to accumulate around his legs and midsection, a pile starting to form!

Act again, Flasheart, nothing's happened yet to stop you.

[Anastasia]

Your steamy friend floats in the air, "I don't knoooow if you can ssssstop it...or whaaaat will happen if that overfloowssssssssss!" Nonetheless he flies over above Flasheart, "Cooommmmeee oooon!" he says, several feet up and near the edge of the conveyor, "You can doooo it!"

[Ebiris]

"It's... oohf! Harder than it looks!" Flasheart protests, going back to his original plan now since nothing else seems to work. Grabbing some handy ore and debris from the jam around him, he tries to force it down the sides of the conveyor to well and truly gum it up. Once that happens he can hopefully escape at leisure.

[Corwin]

"Help pull him out!" Euphemia calls over to their cowardly friend. "You want to have someone trigger all the traps for you, don't you?"