Ignatio Aulamaxa
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Ignatio took a seat at a table, leaning back and kicking his feet up, crossing them at the ankles. He shifted the rapier at his hip till it sat comfortably, before looking around at the gathered group before him. "So this is us is it? Good good. Looks like we may have a fighting chance!"
Good to be here. Dotting for use!
| Krump |
Mutter mutter mutter.
I'm tempted to RP a bit with Krump as well, but we've yet to figure out exactly how you guys have managed to coax him into being cooperative. XD The best solution that comes to mind would be for him to have some sort of connection with one of the other PCs. Something like payment in food would be too complicated for him.
Also, pardon my ignorance, but what's this 'dotting' malarky I keep hearing about? o.O
| Dingo Meadowbreeze |
If you post in a thread, there will be a dot next to it in the forum so you can find the threads you're interested in. Of course I just bookmark them. For games I'm in I bookmark the Characters tab so I can see at a glance if there's new posts in the Gameplay or Discussion tabs, and access my profile quickly.
| Krump |
I hereby declare the setting for this micro RP to be the inside of a tavern of questionable reputation! *gavel* Also that's good to know, Ignatio, thanks. :)
Krump sits quietly nearby on the floor, leaning against the wall. He seems completely enveloped in the act of admiring his rat, oblivious to the others talking or the ghastly stares of uninvolved patrons.
Ruark
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In additionan, you can bookmark the page "paizo.com/people/[yournamehere]/campaigns" and it will list your current campaigns, along with how many new posts there are in a given thread.
But you still have to dot recruitment and messageboard forums, sadly.
A cloak slowly drags a chair towards the table. Nearly scraping the chandelier, it ducks down to allow itself passage. It turns its hood sharply to an impossible angle, to check the door while it arranges the chair sideways and slowly settles. Only then is it obvious the cloak has a wearer, and then only by the silver reflection of eyes like mirrors, casting back candlelight.
I, as well, the cloak says ponderously, as though it had to remember the words.
| Dingo Meadowbreeze |
I like the idea of diesel punk. I think it'll go well with the theme of the AP, going with a Dickensian Westcrown (or an Industrial age one) combined with the Devilish elements of the plot. How will that affect the overall setting in your mind, GM? (selfishly, how about the availability of firearms - Dingo being a Gunslinger and all.)
Ignatio Aulamaxa
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'Well if that is not unsettling I do not know what is...' Ignatio takes another swig of wine, subconsciously loosing a knife in his boot, under the guise of scratching his calf, as the cloak floats towards them. 'Oh... Oh it is another one of our group. Oh okay then!'
"Welcome mysterious stranger!" Ignatio nodded friendly and smiled. "Krump old boy, would you care for some mead? Meat?"
I too would be interested in the availability of firearms because... That makes survivability plummet something awful.
| Krump |
Speaking of being offered meat.. Krump doesn't have language, but I think it's fairly reasonable for him to understand a few keywords. Meat for example.
Krump's head raises from his rat to look towards Ignatio at the mention of meat. Unfortunately, his gaze unexpected crosses the nearby table. In an explosion of movement the orc charges the unsuspecting furniture and flips it with a vengeance unknown. The table smashes into a wall, exploding into wood and splinters as the orc grits his teeth in irritation and resumes his seat.
| Maldrek Dellisar |
About to answer Ignatio's question when the explosion happens, Maldrek instinctively stands up and readies. Realizing then that the target was a table, he then sits back down.
Does he always do that? Or is it just specific tables that he dislikes? I am Maldrek Dellisar, and it is a pleasure to meet you.
Ruark
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If firearms ARE readily available, it only lowers their cost by 75%- still out of reach of most guards and lower-level PCs. They're not any more powerful than Heavy Crossbows, though, and in fact I often use crossbow stats to "represent" a mass-produced firearm in a game where they are common, and the actual gun rules to represent better make models and such. That being said, I prefer that guns ignore a set amount of AC, rather than just targeting touch mercilessly. My house rule on the matter is that a firearm ignores 4 points of armor bonus, -2 per range increment, to an obvious minimum of 0. In this way they have a very severe "falloff" range of usefullness, while still being dangerous to armored characters.
Splinters shower the slender figure in its seat, not perturbing it in the least.
| Krump |
Krump's nostrils flare as the innkeeper returns, attention immediately turning his way. Arm whips out to abruptly snatch the leg out of midair, tearing into it viciously and without hesitation. With the world record cleaning of the bone, one might suspect the orc hadn't seen food in a month. He snaps the bone in half as if it were a twig, proceeding to suck the marrow from each end of the bone.
Ruark
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A long, billowing sleeve slowly inserts a hunk of bone into the hood, from which emanate horrifying crunching noises before the bone is removed with fresh bite marks in the end.
Quite a... group we make, comes a voice, strained both by food in the mouth and lack of fluency.
It might strike some of you that the speech, alien enough itself, comes while the speaker is inhaling, rather than exhaling.
Ruark took this particular piece of bone from Krump as he passed by.
| Krump |
Perception: 1d20 - 3 + 2 ⇒ (5) - 3 + 2 = 4(+2 Circumstance bonus for having the bone in his hand)
Krump is completely oblivious to the bone fragment in his left hand vanishing while he sucked the marrow from the one in his right. Raising his gaze to investigate the crunch, he seems curious at the mysterious figure possessing such a familiar bone. It would take him a month of investigation to do the math. He returns to savoring the marrow, a giant meaty hand giving his rat a surprisingly gentle scritch.
| Dingo Meadowbreeze |
The Halfling was all-but invisible to most. Slip servants are so pervasive in Cheliax, and so downtrodden, they are rarely noticed. But despite his efforts, this one does stand out to those looking. He is dressed in traveller's clothes, and armed, this alone is notable enough on a Halfling in Cheliax, but even more so is the exotic object hanging on his hip when he moves - a Pistol. Having been pointed out, he smiles and steps up to the table with the others. "Good, good. You have eyes to see and not folds of society blinding you." he says in a soft voice. "Dingo. Dingo Meadowbreeze. Even though my family has not seen a meadow, or felt a breeze outside of the walls of our owners' Manors in more than a generation."
| Krump |
Yay! :D I'm trying to think of a reasoning behind Krumps loathing of tables. Then again.. it's not like he'd tell anyone anyway, so I suppose it'll be a mystery anyway. ^_^ I'm really looking forward to seeing how all this pans out. :3