A Tale of Waifs and Strays - a Steampunk Apocolypse (Inactive)

Game Master JonGarrett

Bed time. I'll respond in about 8 hrs. Nighty-night
Edit: and this is my 1,000th post with my main alias. Go me. :)

Also, I'd be more than happy to hear some of your thoughts on my character, my fellow hopefuls and will repay you in kind.

Khol is interesting to me. The build is good. I'm left wondering about your plan for TWF, but that's just becuase I'm prejudiced against melee TWF.

The character background makes me fel that he would be a good match for Igor and really help him with his crushing timidness. Maybe you and Victor can bring him into the daylight if social interaction. I say Victor as well because his Mechapde is fascinating to Igor and you'll probably need something like that to get near him.
Where as most people, you say, underestimate Khol, Igor's probably overestimating him and his capacity for cruelty.
In any case, your backstory is well written and interesting. I like how you brought the underground trait into the sky by being in the bowls of a floating city. That was very clever.
Really, I have nothing bad to say. I love the Ageis class and I hope George (Igor's construct) and Khor get to smash faces together.

Hello, Catfolk Rouge ready and reporting for duty. I'm really loving this concept of a game and I hope you all enjoy Rawgr

Meanwhile in the Boiler Room...

Ignus is working in his room, folding a basket of laundry and placing it on a table pushed against the wall. Dry Ice is packed around the room in an effort to keep the temperature at a tolerable level. Ignus's belongings are placed in various places around the room along with a few pieces of wooden furniture.

Rawgr peeks his head into the Boiler Room

"Ah, there yeh' be Ignus.

Rawgr stretches his back out. It was warm in the boiler room, and on a cloudy day his naps were taken in here. He looks around and finds some sheets that had just been cleaned. He messes them up into a little nest and settles in. Drowsily he says "Ignus, you got to enjoy the little things in life. Like naps. Naps are always good."

Ignus simply answers "I don't sleep much you know. Shouldn't you be in class Rawgr, or is this your meal break?"

Rawgr sighs "Tch. 'Tis my meal break for now. I'm not really hungry tho'. I'll go teh' class after my nap. Unless it run longer tha' is."

He laughs softly at his own joke. He knew it would run longer, it always does.

The gears inside of Ignus's chest click away softly. "Well, I believe I have some bread and apples in that drawer there if you would like to help yourself."

Rawgr's ear's prick up slightly. "Apples? I love apples..." He slowly gets up and wanders over to the drawer. He pulls it open and rummages around for a bit before choosing his apple. He kicks the drawer shut and bounds back over to his 'nest' and curls up in it, munching greedily on his bright red prize.

"Ah lub ab-les" *his mouth is full*

"So Rawgr, how go your studies?"

Rawgr swallows his apple and looks from his half of an apple in his hand to Ignus. "One sec'nd friend." he tosses the other half of the apple in his mouth and chews furiously. He looks wide eyed at Ignus as he realizes he can't swallow. He chews more. He still can't swallow. He starts to get worried. He chews even more and tries to swallow a little bit. That worked. He continues this pattern of chewing and swallowing bit by bit until all the apple is gone. He spits out a few seeds

"Tha' was poorly executed." He looks back at Ignus again. "My studies go well. Except for when I don't go to 'em and sleep instead. Then they go a lil' worse." He chuckles again.

[skritch-skritch, swipe, skritch-skritch. Peer. Polish. Buff] After an inordinate amount of time maintaining his equipment Farash warms up with stretches and commences training with his halberd. He will make her proud. Wherever and whoever she is. And then...

I would so join in either of those other conversations if Igor wasn't otherwise occupied with other characters. :)

Eh, it's OOC/IC insanity. I wouldn't worry about it unduly.

I won't. I'm just itching to get started or get rejected. :)

I know the feeling. I am somewhat regretting saying Wednesday, now, since we don't seem to be getting more applicants, but I won't screw someone over by changing the goal posts now.

If I get some spare time I may start accepting people before then, but I'll leave slots open for last minute entrants. Depends on how busy work is tonight/tomorrow.

Here's to a really slow day then :P

"I would expect as much. From what I have seen when Master Coutran calls me to spar with the classes your skills have developed well. Though I must admit to some concern: are you certain that you don't require more supplies? It would seem that most of the other students have access to much better materials and I would hate for you to fall behind as a result."

"Oh, no. I do not require much. Some food, a bed, and my meager possessions are fine by me. I mean, you already got me that 'ready-made adventurers kit' for my birthday as well as this new field cloak." He stands up and admires his cloak for a bit. "I really couldn't ask for more."

I know what you mean. I'm really excited for Wednesday as well, but posting IC is keeping me sated for now I suppose.

Ignus nods slightly, folding the last sheet and placing the clean linens back in the basket. "Excuse me for a moment" he says as he picks up the basket and walks back out to the boiler. He takes the basket to the wall and places it in a small elevator in the wall. He pulls sharply on a rope and the door closes. He turns, walking over to the boiler to take a damp towel off the cast iron and throw it casually over his shoulder. Behind him a bell rings and the elevator opens back up, revealing another basket of unfolded laundry. He retrieves the linens and returns to his room. Placing the basket on the table he takes the towel off his shoulder and makes his way to his desk. A nest made of scraps of clothe and paper rests on the tabletop, inside sits the egg Ignus had received for his birthday. He takes the towel, now pleasantly warm from exposure to the boiler, and replaces the one in the nest that has grown cold. He quickly dunks the towel in a bucket of water and places it back out in the boiler room before returning to his folding.

"Well I do suppose that you will have to have more ingenuity to keep up with your classmates, maybe it's for the best?"

Igor/Choon

I'm actually tempted ditch TWF the more I think about it and go for a full power attack and demoralize build while sprinkling in some feats for extra out of combat effectiveness. I was thinking I could some how take advantage of the Extra Arms customization more in TWF but I'm not so sure now as it would tie up a lot of feats to work properly.

As for Igor and Khol buddying up, it would certainly be a good way to get your tormentors thoroughly trounced and/or scared off. Khol is not a exactly a sociopath but he is pretty far from a saint as well. He also has a considerable soft spot for oddities like himself and certainly possesses something of a temper. It would be easy to see Khol stepping in on Igor's behalf after one of Igor's tormentors unwisely decided to sling an insult elsewhere in the heat of the moment. It would also probably be good for him to get to know some one smarter than him who could help shed some light onto the nature of his semi-controllable mutations.

Igor seems pretty solid. I'm not exactly fully-versed on the specifics of the Psionics system but I like what I've seen. Are you going to move toward the item creation feats eventually?

Yes, I'll take item creation feats if deemed necessary or if its useful for the party. If not then I'll build him organically. Honestly, less thought has gone into Igor's future than any other build I've done. It's all gone into character story and personality development. I would have a lot more if I knew more about the setting and had a plot summary, but that would make it less fun.
My plan for the future right now is to focus on being the go-to handyman for the party. You need something? I can probably create it on the spot. I'll be taking powers like Modify Matter (spell=Fabricate) and really anything with the (creation) sub-type. Then I'll get mentally creative and give the GM headaches, hopefully.

@JonGarrett- ;)

Officially switched to a power attack/demoralize build. Khol done got terrifying.

**Updated Avatar to more closely reflect Rawgr's young age. No eyepatch, but will have to do for now.**

Been takin' care o' that egg for a while now. Any idea when it'll hatch...much less what it will hatch? He scratches himself behind his ears. Anyway, yuh' may be right, it's prolly for the best."

Meanwhile, In the laundry basket...
This can happen at a different time than the schoolroom conversation

The bottom of a laundry basket. How clever. At least they didn't "take out the trash" again. Igor was already on a first name basis with the janitors who always came to his rescue with that one.
It was dark, claustrophobic, and Hot. Where have they gone and sent me?
He hears muffled conversation about class work. At lesast he was still at the Orphanage. Then talk about an egg? Was he in the kitchens? Had Talus shoved him in a basket of kitchen rags? No. Too nice a material for that. Table clothes?

Igor feels the weight on him lightening. At least he was going to be getting out soon. He prepares himself to run. Being in a laundry basket is bad enough. If there are any kids around they'll tease him for sure. Just what I need, more laughing faces

Ignus shrugs: "Presumably a bird or lizard of some type, but truthfully I have no idea. It seems much larger than the ones they use for breakfast so I honestly don't know what to expect. I have been keeping that bread so that I can feed whatever it is that comes out, I would hate for it to go hungry."

As he folds and lifts another sheet and notices something odd. Curled up in a tight blue ball in the basket sits the small goblin boy Igor. Ignus addresses him "Again?"

Rawgr thinks for a moment "Do lizards eat bread?" He closes his eyes, trying to remember anything about lizards that weren't the sizes of houses that only ate the innocent. He chuckles, "I've got nothin'

After hearing Ignus address something in the basket he set his detective hat on and got to thinking. Alright so a thing like this has happened before. The creature can talk. It's small enough to fit in the laundry basket, yet bigger than a breadbox. What could it be? What could it be? OH. I know.

Igor? You get in trouble again?

Igor sighs with relief when he sees Tiny. He was less scary than the kitchen ladies. He slowly uncurls and shakes out his nerves. The noise from the boiler normally renders him mute, so he concentrates hard and tries to remember how to talk "normally".
Talus hisself this time. Said he be "Takin out da laundry".

Igor doesn't notice the cat-man at first. He was more scary. But he was friends with Tiny, so Igor didn't run from him. Still, Igor doesn't stand fully, permitting only his head down to his two beady eyes to show over the basket's rim.

"Well clearly Igor you are not laundry. Perhaps you would like to get out of the basket and take a seat for a bit? You're welcome to do so if you wish."

"You could always sit o'er here. I've got plenty o' room." Rawgr scoots over and fluffs up some of the sheets he had been laying on into a sort of seat shape. "I'd offer you an apple, but I ate it. He looks genuinely upset that he has nothing to offer.

Igor stares at Rawgr for a moment before shaking his head. He slips out to the basket and sits on the table. His mouth moves, but the noise of the boiler drowns it out. He notices pretty quickly that he's not being heard. His brow crumples as he concentrates and starts over, Tiny, wha'd'ya know about bones?
He glances periodically over a Rawgr, as if he might bite.
Edit: that was a lot of the same sentence structure. I need to do better. Shame on me. :P

Seeing that Igor has moved from the basket to the folding table, Ignus gives up on the laundry for the moment:

"Not much. Why, are you injured?"

Igor shakes his head. I be workin' on an inverted carapace structure for George. Might make him stick around long enough for a body t'see.
George is Igor's imaginary friend that he insists is real. No proof has been found to support his claim thus far, and the little goblin has been obsessing about making George "stick around" for weeks.

"Ah, I see. Well unfortunately I don't believe that I will be much help there. Though you may want to check the library. I noticed several new biology textbooks when I was organizing the tomes the other night."

Rawgr, who was seriously considering going back to sleep at this point, perks up a bit. "I certainly enjoy the library here. I'm in there all the time. We could take a trip that way if you want. As a plus I can grab some more apples on the way up if we cut through the mess." He sits up and looks excited.

Igor looks scared. The big cat Rawgr at his side? Alone? No way in all the Hells. But what if there was a book that could help? Was George worth a walk with a deadly cat?
After a long pause, Igor swollows hard and nods his agreement. He seems to be forcing himself along with that idea and his body looks like it's half a second from running for the hills.

Good news all - my hotel is full tonight, so I'll most likely have time to do stuff once I get breakfast set up. Yay a job that encourages going online and doing random stuff!

Rawgr gets up and heads to the door of the boiler room. He stops for a second. Ignus, why don't you come with us. I haven't seen you out an' about in a while. It's good to get out of here once and a while. The laundry will be here when we get back. It shouldn't take long. He waves his hand towards the door.

"Hmm I may as well. I suppose it is rather unhealthy to remain pent up in my room all afternoon."

C'mon Wednesday!

Igor is relieved to have tiny along. Even though he's big and scary, Tiny doesnt feel like he'll kill anything anytime soon. Igor walks with Tiny between him and Rawgr, just in case.

C'mon Wednesday!

C'mon Tuesday night? Maybe?

It is Tuesday morning, which is when I work. And with a full hotel and four hours until the next thing I actually have to do (Again, they pay me to sit and surf the internet - madness!) I'll start reviewing people.

And maybe order a pizza.

Mmm. Pizza. Making me hungry Jon. It's almost lunchtime here in Oz...

Hey, another Aussie! Hi! :D

After the library trip ( which may still be RPed if we have to wait another day) Igor heads to class to ask Mistress Longbridge's about his Inverted Carapice theory. That's when his run in with victor happens.

I'll continue RPing that when I'm off the iPad and back on my computer (so, soon). Just had a bad back for a few days, which has messed with my head.