Floor 1 "Wheel": 1-2

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Kobrb rolls 1d100 higher is worse and gets 63." [1d100=63]

Flasheart jams ore down the sides of the conveyor belt! IT begins to slow, an ominous grinding sound heard! If you put in some more, you think it might grind to a stop entirely!

[Anastasia]

"I don't waaaant to get graabbbeeed!" He cowers, as he peers down, eyes going wide at alarm at Flasheart's conveyor belt jamming antics!

[Corwin]

"You're airborne, surely that cannot happen!" Euphemia encourages him.

[Ebiris]

More junk gets jammed in by Flasheart, wanting to be sure this blasted thing isn't moving before he focuses on freeing himself!

[Anastasia]

* Hatbot --> "Kobrb rolls 1d20+2 diploing and gets 11." [1d20=9]

Apt since he really doesn't wanna risk himself.

"Nooooo waaaay!" Shaking his head, "C'mooon, you can get out yourself!" he encourages Flasheart, flying a little more away from him.

[Corwin]

"You won't even burn in the lava, even if you fell in!" Euphemia yells at him, mentally adding, 'I think.'

[Anastasia]

More junk is jammed in! There is a vast groaning sound, them a massive explosion! Ore, conveyor belt and Flasheart are sent flying back to the party!

* Hatbot --> "Kobrb rolls 1d12 and gets 1." [1d12=1]

9/18, Flash. Lucky.

By some miracle of providence, Flasheart is only lightly bruised by the explosion! However, he goes flying straight towards the party! Eyes wide open, he is flung against the staircase with more momentum than one of Euphy's crossbow bolts, part of the conveyor belt and arrwo still stuck in his rear!

* Hatbot --> "Kobrb rolls 2d6 and gets 6." [2d6=5, 1]

3/18, Flash.

He lands in a heap, ore around him and arrow in him! But somehow he is ALIVE! There is not a ten foot wide gash in the conveyor belt, ore tumbling into the gap and starting to fill it.

[Ebiris]

"Ha-ha!" Flasheart bounds to his feet, wincing a moment afterwards as he yanks the bolt from his ass and has to bite his lip to keep from crying out. "Take that, fell mechanical contraption! Your shoddy French craftsmanship is no match for British ingenuity!"

[Anastasia]

Your steamy friend nearly falls over, gawking, "I dooon't fuuuuucking believe it! You ssssurvived?!?!"

[Corwin]

"Yes, it surely was French," Euphemia readily agrees.

[Carthrat]

"Burning not very good," mumbles Sacchin, before glancing at the walkway under the conveyer belt. "Try this way."

For clarification, I"m referring to "The third is a walkway built into the conveyor belt, under the steel presses. It's like someone burrowed out a hole to walk through and it looks quite safe, minus all the noise."

[Anastasia]

Sacchin heads for the burrowed hole. As she gets closer, she finds that the noise is quite considerable! She's now 15 feet away and it's like heavy steel drums, beat after beat of pressing steel murder on her ears! It won't be fun to get any closer, at least not to her ears.

[Carthrat]

"Urgh..."

Sacchin pauses, and seems to stumble for a moment, before she shakes her head clear. She leans down, however, and pulling out that blanket, tearing off small tufts of cloth to use as earplugs. Thus equipped, she proceeds to head towards that hole!

[Anastasia]

So equipped, Sacchin can approach the tunnel! She stands in front of it now - she's pretty sure she can withstand the noise. It's ten feet across from end to end, with nothing obviously out of sorts.

[Carthrat]

Sacchin squints carefully at the tunnel before proceeding through! The flail would be useless here, but her sword wouldn't, and thus she begins to crawl!

[15:57:46] * Hatbot --> "Kirsten rolls 1d20-1 sure and gets 11." [1d20=12] spottage