Oso slices down at the bulette leg then up into the vitals behind.
As he prays the vigil, a steel angel appears to him, translucently.
She speaks.....".....good rapiers....."
though keen is peachy too.
Cool; just noticed the bulette armor stuff; thanx PIP!!!
Dwarves have long treasured bulettes for their thick hides
and armor plating. In fact, some dwarf clans require their
young to travel on long pilgrimages to areas thick with land
sharks to hunt the reclusive and vicious beasts, intent on
harvesting their plates for armor. A single adult male bulette
has enough armor plating and hide to produce two sets of
Medium bulette plate mail and four sets of Medium leather
or studded leather armor. These armor sets are more often
than not imbued with the delving armor quality, and veteran
dwarf bulette hunters are rarely seen without their +1 delving
bulette full plate while on the hunt. Creating bulette armor
from the creature’s hide requires a skilled armorer; crafted
bulette armor may be normal or masterwork quality.
A set of bulette plate is functionally similar to metal
full plate, but is prized by wealthy collectors and military
commanders the world over, and tends to sell for up to 10
times more than a normal set. Bulette full plate is slightly
heavier (65 pounds) than regular steel plate, but is more
flexible and durable (max Dex bonus +2, hardness 12).
A suit of bulette leather armor weighs 20 pounds, and
its appearance matches the coloration of the landshark
from which it was made. It sells for 50 gp, but has the same
statistics as studded leather.
Bulette Bulwark (Shield)
Aura Faint abjuration; CL 9th
Slot shield; Price 9,157 gp; Weight 15 lbs.
DESCRIPTION
Fashioned from a bulette’s neck armor, this +3 heavy
shield is as hard as steel (hardness 10, 20 hp). Because it
is not made of metal, druids can use it without penalty.
CONSTRUCTION
Requirements Craft Magic Arms and Armor, 1 intact set
of neck plates from a bulette; Cost 4,657 gp, 360 XP
Delving (Armor Quality)
Aura faint transmutation; CL 5th
Price +2 bonus
Description
Wearing armor with this quality grants you a burrow
speed of 10 feet. This speed allows you to tunnel
through any type of soil, including rocky soil, but not
actual stone. This quality does not give you the ability to
breathe underground, so you must hold your breath or
use other magic that provides air. You gain a +4 bonus
on all saving throws against landslides, avalanches,
tunnel collapses, and similar effects. This armor quality
may not be applied to shields.
Construction
Requirements Craft Magic Arms and Armor, soften earth
and stone, 25 lbs. of bulette armor plating
I am reckoning that there is enough there to make 4 suits of full plate, 8 suits of leather armor, and 4 bulwark neckbeard shields.
Cool; just noticed the bulette armor stuff; thanx PIP!!!
** spoiler omitted **...
I think it looks squared away. Where was it anyhow?
I think it looks squared away. Where was it anyhow?
Schweeeeeet.
It starts to rain, in the tropical manner, like God turned on a faucet in the sky.
And vultures appear in the air, in a great mob, circling for their chance at the tons and tons of aberrant meat steaming in the drizzle.
Gittik welcomes the shower as it begins to rinse the day's work off of him....
Elgan shifts back into an elf, and stands in the downpour, head held to the sky. He seems,... happy.
I am reckoning that there is enough there to make 4 suits of full plate, 8 suits of leather armor, and 4 bulwark neckbeard shields.
Altai calls dibs on some bulette fangs and a few square yards of belly plates.
Pip assists with the detaching of the bulette plates. He sings as he weilds a knife through the steaming innards
"Slice me a piece
Of that turtle boyo!
Slice me a piece
Of that turtle pie!
Slice me a piece
Of that turtle boyo!
A slice of that beast
Is what I want to try!"
I am reckoning that there is enough there to make 4 suits of full plate, 8 suits of leather armor, and 4 bulwark neckbeard shields.
Altai calls dibs on some bulette fangs and a few square yards of belly plates.
Niiiiice.
That'll claim "One" of the suits of full plate I reckon.Yeah; it takes two hours to skin out the bullette, 1 to trudge back to town, rent some teamsters, 1 hour to haul the stuff back to the ship to store, then one hour back HERE; it's about noon by the time all that can happen; I'll say......2 more hours to the Piltdown Place from there, if that's what you wanna do.
While you fieldskin the beast, the vultures gather. There's dozens now, perched about in every tree like Roman citizens at the Gladiators,
though silent and unbawdy.
About 1/2 hour into the job, three Olmans appear; they don't look to be too too sneaky or anything.
All are male, garbed in some sort of reptilian hide armor; spears, bows, or blowguns,....feathers and tribal tattoos.
They seem to be close enough to civilized parts to have added pants to their regalia, though they seem to not understand the citified peoples' fascination with shodding themselves.
They DO like iron spearheads though, apparently.
They stand quiet, staring, silent, they're about 50 yards away up the road.
"So, Oso... What are these guys up to? Have we slain their spirit animal or something?"
One of them puts a big wad of tobacco leaves in his mouth; starts walking up to ye all. Takes three steps; thinks a second, then sticks his spear in the ground, leans his bow and quiver against it, then starts walking up to you all again. The other two hang back.
He smiles, spits tobacco juice.
Altai smiles and waves in what he hopes is a friendly manner.
“Wotcha.”
"So," he pipes up in common; "you guys gonna eat all that thing?"
smiles again.
"G'day chere! Howzyamommanem?" Elgan speaks up chipperly.
"Hm. Makin' groc'ries? Ah dunno chere. Ai'z purty hongry." He says, looking thoughtful, but with a wink over his shoulder to Altai.
"Still, ah kuud allus' stand tah cuts back a little." He says, patting his flat elvin six-pack belly. "Yer welcome tah sum o' mah share, chere. If'n yeh wants it." He grins.
He nods at Elgan; smiles; nods back at his mates.
One of them plays out a quick burst of "tarooo tarrooos" on a horn, they come up to the gargantuan carcass, start sawing off chunks with obsidian knives, and sewing the hunks up in palm leaves for transport.
Oso takes off his armour while the carcass is skinned and then grabs a sharp dagger and dives into the ribcage, eventually coming out bloody and smiling with a large bulette heart.
"We eat. Grow strong. Warrior meat."
With that the native priest takes a large bite of the raw heart and offers it to the rest of the party. Blood and stringy bits drip down his chin.
Oso takes off his armour while the carcass is skinned and then grabs a sharp dagger and dives into the ribcage, eventually coming out bloody and smiling with a large bulette heart.
"We eat. Grow strong. Warrior meat."
With that the native priest takes a large bite of the raw heart and offers it to the rest of the party. Blood and stringy bits drip down his chin.
"You f!%%ing barbarian."
"No, me just barbarian." Oso laughs out loud and takes another bite.
“Ugh. No thanks.”
Pip shrugs and takes a bite
"Hey, when in Sasserine .."
Tastes kinda like chicken.
Over the next half hour, more and more Olmans show up. Soon there's about 35, carving up the beast.
Looks like all ages, both sexes.
Elgan takes a (dainty elvin) bite of the heart and passes it back to Oso with a red-faced grin. He scampers upon the back of the bullette and goes to it's giant dorsal plate. Levering it up, he works it until it separates from the rest, then slides down the side of the bullette with his prize.
"Ah opened up a easier place tah gets deh meat chere!" He says with a grin as he stacks his plate with his gear, then goes back to help with the carving.
"Was'e not, want not!" He cries to the younger ones crowding around.
:)
An older Olman comes rowing up, with his young apprentice in tow as it were.
He sits legs akimbo on a flying carpet, and the youth, painted like an Alloween skeleton, poles the carpet along with a long staff.
Poles right up to in front of Altai, smiling; reaches into his bag of holding that's made from an opossum with the tail still on it and whatnot; a bottle of rum comes out, then another, and another; "for the dwarf," he mutters;
then he starts pulling out potions, handing them to Altai.
Pick 10,000 g.p. worth of potions; this Stone Age Nastradamus Santa Claus knows what it is you want.
"For this copious meat;" he says, smiling.
<Stig shucks his armor and dives into the bulette with a dagger, hewing off plates. He barfs several times.>
<Eating bulette guts.>
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<Stig shucks his armor and dives into the bulette with a dagger, hewing off plates. He barfs several times.>
The olmans shake their heads; though they don't say nothing about you spoiling the meat; you guys kilt the damn thing.
Altai is nibbling on some bulette heart he has fried with his combat fire wand as the old sorcerer comes flying. "Oh, thank you, sir, for this very generous payment." Altai is eyeing the flying carpet speculatively. "We're always happy to help out. Have you exerienced any earlier trouble with these beasts?"
"Every couple years, one'll maraud down from the hills. Never one this big, well.....the Hano Kahak Kanakaho from legend.....said it ate a ziggurat to punish the people of Ixtanixitl for their deprivations, back in the time of the Chaos Wars. So, never one this big in recent history."
"The.....lamprey men of Ixtanixitl."
Altai is nibbling on some bulette heart he has fried with his combat fire wand as the old sorcerer comes flying. "Oh, thank you, sir, for this very generous payment." Altai is eyeing the flying carpet speculatively. "We're always happy to help out. Have you exerienced any earlier trouble with these beasts?"
"We did fight with some men like him," points to Elgan, "but with skin dark as night. Killed one, they killed two. Spider people..."
"Hmmmm.... We're on our way to the old Piltdown farm to root out the spider people hiding out in the tunnels underneath it. Anything you could tell us about that place?"
"Walking dead there in the coffee fields, they're harmless. House blew up. Nothing left but a turtle shell of a house. Nothing there up top but.......don't know what it is; big long metal tube. Big. With glass in it. Yellow metal, not gold though.
We don't go under the house.
Young braves go up to house sometimes. Dumb kids.....never below."
Pip combs his brain for any info on the local Olmans and the The.....lamprey men of Ixtanixitl
"Big brass tube with glass in the ends? Sounds like a giant looking-glass. Perhaps he was examining the stars?"
"Big brass tube with glass in the ends? Sounds like a giant looking-glass. Perhaps he was examining the stars?"
"Yes.....that's what it looked like. A spyglass of some massive ocean-going titan. The thought concerned me; the size of such a seaman would be immense."
1d20+15
Pip combs his brain for any info on the local Olmans and the The.....lamprey men of Ixtanixitl
They lived a long time ago, theirs was a "failed age of men...." so to speak. They did something bad; gods sent a big-ass bulette to eat their city.
1d20+15
Pip combs his brain for any info on the local Olmans and the The.....lamprey men of Ixtanixitl
Their age came and went; most of the people in the cities like Tamoachan abandoned their cities for some reason, went back to living a more simple existence in the jungle.
"So does anyone know what happened to Piltdown himself? Did he just disappear before his house burned down?"
"So does anyone know what happened to Piltdown himself? Did he just disappear before his house burned down?"
The shaman says, "he sorta left, 15years ago. Came back, 5 years ago. Left again.
DRAGON came, dragon liked the coffee beans.Something killed the dragon.
We stay away, after that. Don't want to play around with something killed a dragon."
1d20+15
Pip combs his brain for any info on the local Olmans and the The.....lamprey men of Ixtanixitl
The shaman: "back in those days, magic wasn't......codified into spells, for whatever reason. Not like nowadays.
The lampreymen, well they come up with magic for turning into other things. Like skinwalkers, except......making spells. They MADE the spells. Codified it, so to speak.So, they become lampreymen. Suck the vital energies of many a creature easier that way. Also easy way to lose their humanity.
They walked a dangerous path.
Made the gods angry...so bullette sometimes? Wrath of the gods.
Don't think so in this instance, though. We're not doing anything bad.
You guys? Sasserine, do bad things?"
Elgan scratches his head in puzzlement, finding and pulling out another twig.
"NAw, ah don' t'ink so chere'. WE 'er deh Guud guys!" HE says with a grin.
He nods his head.
"Bullette then, I don't know what it means.
We'll have to drink the mushrooms on this then, later on.
After much feasting."
"Oooooh, that sounds like a good idea. Um, after we clear out the Piltdown mansion, that is."
JFK!
Beldan looks up from under the shade tree he’s been dozing under whilst the hard work of cutting up and butchering the land shark goes on. “Huh? We’re moving?”