for GM's eyes
(Continue to my store. Put bodies in storage for later self maintenance needs. Open up shop to adventurers.)
Wilbur finds his 'locker.' Containing cryogenic vats able to store almost anything for an extended period of time. Storing artificial spiders inside is as simple as walking inside, then jumping out and closing the door on the spiders that followed.
Fortunately none of them murdered each other this time.
Wilbur waits, and waits for quite a while. Perhaps no adventurers are coming at this hour. Perhaps they are, but they're all dying . It can't be that they're missing the shop, this is a perfect location!
...maybe they need help.
Yet after a particularly long bout of daydreaming, Wilbur hears footsteps outside at the entrance to the next level of the Labyrinth. Surely, it must be...
"Milenus is going to be fine. And your companion's death is a shame. My condolences." Gilles replied sincerely as he walked away to scoop up Solj from the floor. Adventurers ended up dying all the time, though. The remaining members of the group would hopefully learn something or other about paying attention to their surroundings and not making the same mistake again. He returned to the murder-bots' proximity while calmly reeling in part of his lasso's cable.
"Did they look like this even before you took them down? They don't seem like anything I saw before."
"What is dead cannot heal itself." Millenus tersely responds.
"This will take some time." he adds as he sits down in a corner, picking up his arms with a third arm he just grew, and starts eating.
"They looked a bit different, I suppose," answers the magician to Gilles' question.
"Same heads. The bodies are a bit varied.""She was a straggler we picked up along the way," the duelist replies.
"None of us knew her. Yet Cynthia insisted we bring her along." he motions toward the Marksman, who finally returns, her crossbow still unloaded.
"Not my fault it's hard to load a crossbow on the run.""Then don't rely on a weapon that's so damn useless!""Giant spiders, zombie robots... nothing here is going to give you a chance to shoot at it. I insist we leave as soon as we can properly thank these people."Raioyris wonders about the room scanning the other parties wares and items, what has the other party seemly managed to recover from the labyrinth?
"So mage power? There doesn't seem to be many of us around.
At least in my experience." Raioyris invites the Magician into conversation.
"Ah, not when Nature answers our call so earnestly on the Surface. It is hard to feel at home here. Perhaps the allure of meeting with the spirits of the Earth got the better of me.""There is nothing down here but death and ruin. And that book,"He starts walking toward the frozen tome Solj was knocked toward; a book that seems to freeze everything around it. Surprisingly, though so much of the hall was frozen, this arena has since remained bone-dry. Clearly the door wasn't blocking it, the tome was on the other side of the door.
"Too much scrap and aggression. Let me see what I can find. Keep 'em tied into place." he continued, getting closer to the railbot and then getting to work.
Use my reprogramming powers to make the railbot (and, depending on time available, more robots) non-hostile, and take the opportunity to check their programming for signs of make and operational history. Tie up and/or foam any robots that get too feisty..
Gilles decides it would be best to power down the robot before looking for a debug port under its casing. The power source turns out to be inside the head, and disconnecting the head seems like it would be the easiest way... if there was much in the way of a removable connector.
But the robots seem to be built like organisms. The head won't come off without extra force, and neither will the power supply.
On a different note, it seems that the head of the Clawbot has gone missing in the moments it was left unsupervised. Someone must have it.
"Interesting... It seems that this robot here has some sort of heart that uses hydraulic lines as blood vessels. Some new ones are coming out of the heart even as I speak, perhaps these robots are able to regenerate themselves somehow?"
Johan tried to check on/examine the other robots to confirm his theory.
Gilles' live and struggling subject seems like an ill choice for further experimentation. Johan instead looks over the whipbot, whose magnetic whip was by no means its only magnetic property.
The whipbot's building blocks are the same as the drillbot's. Worm-like tendrils, with hydraulic hoses growing like muscles throughout the frame. But the whipbot frame also held motors, and more importantly, its construction was completely different. Rather than being welded together like the drillbot, the whipbot was held together primarily by its magnetized components. As the electromagnet died off, its components lost their magnetism, and here it was, a dismantled puppet dangling from its strings.
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