Professor Snouts Oinkerton |
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"I'm a pig; who cares if I break the space-time continuum?" dot
EDIT: See, I'd post with someone not in a mission, but only Amira and my one-time Dwarf have played in a Tektite mission and are not currently in-field.
Desmond Aesculus |
I'll join ya, Varg!
Desmond Aesculus |
"In that case, I'll take two of whatever you're drinking! So, ya been working with my friends Maaarv and Linnea, eh? Maaarv's a little on the weird side, but Linnea's a little spitfire, isn't she?"
Desmond props himself on a stool, and a grey wolf with some black and white markings follows him inn and plops down underneath.
Desmond Aesculus |
"Ah, I worked with Luisila protecting what's her name...the Lantern Lodge lady. Li - Amara Li. An ambush happened while she was hosting some kind of dignitary - Kirin, I think the name was. She is... certainly a different cleric than I'm used to. But I haven't met Zynep - though I understand those two are normally a pair."
Desmond pours himself a mug-ful and lifts it slightly in an informal toast and takes a gulp.
Varg "Cleaver" Stollufsen |
Varg, somewhat slovenly, tilts his head back and chugs a good portion of his first mugfuul of ale.
Buuuuuurp...
He wipes his arm across his mouth.
Good stuff! Yeah, Zynep and Luisila have been with me on a few ventures. They sure are fine, and quite helpful in a pinch.
He leans in conspiratorily, and winks before filling his mug again.
Omrax the Bold |
"I look up from my meditations to the Inheritor, and everyone was gone. Now I found you all again. What is going on?"
Usually this is where the paladin went away for a few minutes and upon returning finds the otherwise previously uninjured captured opponents have mysteriously fallen upon an unattended lethal object. Not sure why that seems to happen so often. Statistically speaking that is an anomoloy...:-P
Maps |
A thin man in a worn long coat looks over from the bar. He's a grim sort with dark eyes peering out from under lanky hair the color of old dishwater. He raises a mug towards Varg.
"Cleaver." He says in greeting.
Desmond Aesculus |
"So, I've got a question. I'm thinking about picking up a secondary melee weapon - something silver. I'd like to pick up a falchion, but I don't know if I'd look too ridiculous running around with both a greatsword and a falchion strapped to me. What do you think?"
Luisila |
"... I don't know if I'd look ridiculous ..."
A cheeky half-elf pipes up. “Sorry to break it to you, Des. It doesn’t really matter what you wear …” ;)
Varg "Cleaver" Stollufsen |
I say go for it, Des. You can never have too many weapons.
He looks over to the half-elf, and he stands briefly, raises his mug, then sits down to refill it from the near empty pitcher of ale.
Hey, Luisila, here's to ya, sweets.
Omrax the Bold |
"I have always liked the Morningstar as a second weapon...gives you blunt and piercing since you already have a slashing blade. Good for skeletons, golems etc
Corbalias Celecia |
Realized I do have a character from a Tektite game that isn't busy and has a reason to be in an alchemical place, given that his next level is in Alchemist.
From the back room, the sound shattering crash of glass erupts to the perceptive, followed by several slamming noises and a voice (obvious to all.) "ACCURSED GLASSWORK! STOP BREAKING! RRRAGH!"
Desmond Aesculus |
"Ah, good point - Omrax, is it? Yes, I recently had some trouble with skeletons where some blunt force would've been helpful. I shall pick up a silver Morningstar at the earliest convenience."
Just then a youth walks through the door and approaches the ranger. He has a sealed envelope in his hand. He hands the envelope to Desmond. "Message for you sir. I believe it's from the Society."
Desmond takes the note, "Aha, I've been waiting for this. Thank you Wesley - make sure to look after the farm while I'm out."
As the servant departs, Desmond opens the letter and reads it. "Trouble in Mendev, it seems. Well - I must be off. Cleaver and Omrax, I wouldn't be surprised if you two get summons as well."
With that, Desmond departs for Nerosyan, to meet up with VC Jorsal of Lauterbury.
Nebten |
From the shadows a bushy bearded man with a wild look to his eyes tries to respond to the ranger's question before he leaves the door.
"Lucerne Hammer is what you are looking for. A good weapon that requires two hands. With the hammer, the alchemical silver doesn't blunt its edge like a blade or arrow. Of course, they are hard to come by. Some people have access to them, others don't. Good luck on your travels."
Trotter Flaxseed |
The door opens, seemingly of its own volition at first, as no one is standing in the doorway. Looking down, however, you realize that a halfing has begun strolling into the room, wearing khakis, a white shirt, and a leather jacket. A whip and pistol hand from his belt and he takes off his fedora as he enters the brewhouse.
As he walks in, he looks at the bartender and says, "Milk please!"
He turns to those assembled and announces, "Trotter Flaxseed of the noble Flaxseeds of Cassomir, where I recently founded a new Pathfinder Lodge! Archaeologist and historian extraordinaire!" The halfling takes an over-enthusiastic bow. "Perhaps you read my recent treatise on the evolution of the Jistkan Empire into the wicked race of morlocks? No? Perhaps you read my book deciphering ornithological texts of Azlant?"
Trotter looks around excitedly, waiting for a taker. Realizing that no one has bothered to keep up with his booming academic career, he simply smiles and grabs his milk from the bartender. "If you need me, I'll be over there." He points to a table off to the side, where he sits down and pulls out several large tomes which he begins scanning with interest, occasionally nearly bouncing out of his seat in pure intellectual delight.
Omrax the Bold |
"Good to meet you Sir Flaxseed. Unfortunately, I must follow Sir Varg and Sir Desmond out or I am sure they will leave me behind. Until our return." He tips his visor and strides out the door.
Corbalias Celecia |
A bald hulking man whose primary ethnicity is unclear pokes his head out from the back room. On his back is hangs a greatsword, engraved with half-a-dozen crude tallymarks in the side. His plainclothes are otherwise smocked, soaked with some kind of chemical and spattered with some handprint-shaped blood smears. "NO, DON'T LEAVE! I WAS TALKING AT USELESS GLASS!" He accentuates his point by lifting two meaty, glass-riddled hands. "I NEED THIS INTERNSHIP, COWARDS!"
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Trotter Flaxseed |
Another halfling walks into the establishment and approaches Trotter, handing him a note which Trotter reads intently before nodding and allowing the second halfling to leave. Trotter sets aside his reading glasses and pushes his book to the side as he steps up on top of the table.
"Pathfinders! May I have your attention! It seems that the nephew of a retired Pathfinder has gone missing after allegedly discovering the fabled city of Rachikan of the ancient Jistka Imperium. I need a crack squad to head to the coast of Cheliax for a search-and-rescue mission where you'll hopefully discover more about his ancient city. Perhaps you should have read my manuscript on the fall of the Jistka Imperium, humph! Move quickly! Word has it the Aspis are racing to the site as well! Thank you!"
I will be GMing 00-22 Fingerprints of the Fiend (7-11). Head on over and check in if you are interested. Giving you folks an early chance to get in; if it doesn't fill up I'll open up recruitment. Hope to see you there!
Weiman Callbazzern-Walk |
I've got a perception/disable device monkey here, should he be desired.
Trotter Flaxseed |
Exploring an ancient unknown city with an archaeologist? Trotter was in heaven in this scenario (and its follow-up Fury of the Fiend).
Weiman Callbazzern-Walk |
Ha, Weiman is more of just a really lucky guy and not really an actual archaeologist, but I've also not yet played that follow-up! I'm in, unless you try to have want more new guys (which honestly sounds like a pre-gen-ridden disaster to me, though it is only a non-retired S0.)
Trotter Flaxseed |
Go ahead and join. I'm going to open recruitment tonight if we don't get any other takers.
Bruxo Machi |
Hmm, I may jump in on that with Bruxo. ALL OF MY PCs MUST BE IN PLAY-BY-POST GAMES!
'shakes fist and curses not being higher level'
You could always play a pregehahaha...nope, can't even say that with a straight face.
Trotter Flaxseed |
You could always play a pregehahaha...nope, can't even say that with a straight face.
It is a season 0. . . but I will say that the first fight is the worst. And the pregens may not be adequately prepared for it.
Flinders Offendurr |
A tall, fetching example of manhood walks through the door. He is of Chelaxian descent, but wears clothes in the Varisian style. He walks over to the bar and orders a whiskey, neat. Overhearing Trotter, he heads over to the halfling's table. Alas, I don't think I can attend that mission. Just arrived back from Ustalav myself. A particularly sordid affair having to do with the ex Master of Blades and a curse. Thankfully, we got it all sorted out and the man can now enjoy his retirement. The man takes a long pull of his whiskey, nearly downing it in one gulp. Name's Flinders, did I hear you mention manuscript and Jistka Imperium? Flinders examines Trotter for a moment. Why I think we may have taken similar paths in our careers! Can I see the manuscript? By the way, call me Flin....
Brother Grimdoc |
You see a jolly dwarf of large girth stride into the main hall.
"Whoa, hey there. Who do I talk to about gettin me a drink? I am thirstier than a ...well thirstier than somethin that needs a drink. You better bring me two just in case. Harrahharaarrr. Brother Grimdoc at yer service."
The dwarf bows as best he can with a broad grin and then looks around.
"But seriously, where's that drink?. "
Trotter Flaxseed |
The bookish halfling again stands up on his table to make an announcement to all assembled.
"Pathfinders! It seems that Sheila Heidmarch has requested a few of the newer agents to assist her at her manor in Magnimar! Come see me for details if you are ready to head out!"
I'm running 04-01 Rise of the Goblin Guild (1-5). Head on over to the Discussion if you are interested. Gameplay is already open as well. If I don't pull enough from here I'll open up recruitment tomorrow.
Trotter Flaxseed |
"Are there any cartographers in the building? It seems additional assistance will be needed in Varisia to map the Storval Stairs and determine if it is a safe mode of transport from Magnimar to the Storval Rise. This mission will be traveling to hostile territories so I want only the most experienced agents! See me for me details. Thank you, Pathfinders!"
I'm running 04-04 King of the Storval Stairs (7-11). I've got three players already (fighter, bard, alchemist) and could use a few more. This game won't be starting for at least a week until our very own Ezrek finishes defeats the Runelord of Sloth. Head on over if you are interested in joining us.
Corbalias Celecia |
The hulking man comes back out from the back, picking bloodied glass out of his hands with his teeth (with Flin's whiskey to deliver without dialogue) and moves towards the dwarf (though behind the bar.) "I'M HERE TO MAKE THE MORE ALCHEMICAL DRINKS! NOBODY'S DIED YET! WHAT TWO THINGS DID YOU WANT AGAIN?"
He also looks over to the halfling, being the only other patron at the bar. "HOW DO YOU KNOW THESE THINGS ARE GOING ON?!?"
Trotter Flaxseed |
Trotter looks up from his book. "Why, I'm Trotter Flaxseed! The founder of the Flaxseed Family Pathfinder Lodge in Cassomir! I have messengers bringing me assignments and I send off agents for missions while I assist in training the new recruits."
Yes, I actually spent 50 PP on this character to found his own PF Lodge in Taldor.
Flinders Offendurr |
Flinders looks up from his drink. Ezrek you say? A worried look flashes across his face. I've met that fellow I think. Tall? Keleshite? Owns this drinking establishment here? I do hope he muddles through such a dangerous endeavor.
The man downs his drink and looks to Corbalias. Quite good sir, if a bit on the stiff side. I think I'll try another of your concoctions.
Corbalias Celecia |
Corb looks a little sheepish, though continues to have volume control problems. "I DIDN'T ACTUALLY MAKE THAT; THAT WAS CAME STRAIGHT FROM THE BOTTLE, 'CAUSE I THOUGHT THAT WHAT 'NEAT' MEANT. I CAN TRY TO MIX SOMETHING IF YOU WANT, THOUGH!" Corb looks around for anyone else who actually works here.
"SEE, MOTHER ONCE TOLD A DIRTY DWARF MAN SHE WAS GOING TO TRY ALCHEMY TO BECOME STRONGER, BUT DECIDED AGAINST IT. I'M PLANNING ON BEATING HER IN SINGLE COMBAT SOME DAY, SO I FIGURED I'D TRY THE PATH NOT TAKEN! I NEEDED SOME PLACE TO PRACTICE, SO I TOLD THE BARTENDER HERE I'D BREAK HIM IF HE DIDN'T LET ME WORK HERE BECAUSE I WANT TO TRY MAKING ALCH DRINKS! HE EVENTUALLY JUST LEFT, COMPLAINING ABOUT SOME NOISY GUY!" Corb moves towards the shelves and grabs a few things in his meaty mitts.
"LET'S TRY MIXING THESE! THIS SHOULDN'T TASTE AWFUL!" Corb says, mixing the whiskey from before with something else at random. Craft (Alch): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Flinders Offendurr |
Quite right good man! I had already forgotten I ordered it neat. Flinders takes a tentative sip of the mixed drink, holding it in his mouth for a second before swallowing. The Magniamarian's face turns a violent shade of red as he lets out a sputtering cough. By the Empyreal Lords! That's strong enough to knock Gorzreh off his/her feet! Flin takes another drink with the same outcome. Quite unusual, but it does the job. You need to remember that recipe!
Corbalias Celecia |
Corb shakes his head in disagreement. "I DON'T NEED TO REMEMBER THINGS LIKE THAT; I WILL FOLLOW GORUM'S WAY ON THE WAR AGAINST SOBRIETY!"
Brother Grimdoc |
"Hahrh! I will be stickin with me dwarven ale...tried and true. No sense messin with perfection and all that brew craft. "
Grim smiles and nods to the others in their activities while enjoying his 4th or 5th tankard waiting for his next mission.
"That Runelord of Sloth business sounds dangerous. Here's a toast them lads make it back alive. I heard they were some of the best nod brightest the Society had available. If they cannot do it, who can? I don't like the sound of the alternatives, no sir . "
Flinders Offendurr |
Flinders tips his nearly spontaneously combusting glass to Grimdoc. Here! Here! He studies the dwarf for a moment before asking. Where did your last mission take you? It looks as if you've traveled a long way.
Maps |
A small vial slides down the bar, coming to a stop near Corb. The label reads "wormwood".
"Try that." Maps says from the end of the bar.
Alchemy Aid Another: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10