Iron Gods AP with GM Mustache (Inactive)

Game Master Mustachioed

Adventure Began: Gozran the 5th, 4714.
Current Day: Desnus 8th, 4714.

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M Halfling Rogue (Burglar) 5 Vigilante (Serial Killer) 1 | HP 58 AC 21 ( 18 touch, 15 flat footed) CMD 15 | Fort +5, Ref +11, Will + 5 (+2 vs fear) | Init: +5, Perc: +17 (+20 traps)
Skills:
Acrobatics 16 | Climb 10| Disable Device 17/28 | Escape Artist 13 | Knowledge Local 9 | Perception 17/28 | Sense Motive 11 | Stealth 18 | Appraise 9 | Sleight of Hand 13

Earlier ...

Upon receiving the invitation from Ulreth, Charles' eyes again bulge.

"Silverdisk Hall. Rich folks go to do rich folks things like flush money into machines. Remember Rope Fists? Ulreth is in charge. We can go ...should go. But be wary. My family has avoided notice. Not easy."

Once there, Charles keeps his eyes peeled. So many marks! No one he knew had ever been inside. It was ...even louder than expected. And more full of fools with too much money than he'd have thought this town could host. Gambling ...this mechanized sort especially, wasn't something that interested Charles. Cards is humanoid to humanoid. And you can cheat. With machines, the house was always going to win.

It pained him to do so, but he didn't want to draw attention, so he did play roulette once, betting 2 disks. 1d100 ⇒ 86


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Human Barbarian !Rage! hp 84/84 | F+12(+16) R+3(+7) W+5(+7) | DR 2 | AC 17, T 11, FF 18 (+7 armor, +1 Dex, +1 Nat, -2 RA) | Init +3 | Perc 9 | CMB +12; CMD 23 | Debuff: | Rage 16/16

Wulf places an arm around Val hugging her close. He turns as Ton appears grabbing a fit full of his winnings he opens his hand to show Ton. "You were right about the roulette, big wins!" He shouts clearly showing himself to be drunk with big smiles.

He then turns back to Val her beauty so striking and the way she can drink almost puts him to shame. "It has been my luckiest night. I think I'll stop while I'm ahead and put whats left of my luck to better things." His head rolls about as he attempts to focus on her, the drink hitting him hard now.

Staring into her eye's they remind him of crystal clear pools, he places both hands on her cheeks and goes in for a soft kiss. In that moment his heart stops, her lips taste sweet, the butterflies in his stomach kick up a storm and then it happens, he is quick to move away from Val as he begins to throw up everything he has drunk through the night on to the casino's lavish floor.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hands, he looks around shrugs and goes in for another kiss.


AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +4 Dex) | HP 43/43 | Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +6 (+2 vs Enchantment) | Str 10, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 8 | Perc +9 | Base Atk +3; CMB 7; CMD 17
Ton'iel Wexley wrote:


"Hmmm.... ok Wulf, but take it easy in there tonight. And don't start a fight... you know, if you can help it."

Ton hears Wulf retching before he sees it. He sounds like a warg coughing up a furball. Before the elf can register exactly what is happening he can see a small crowd of people backing away from the hurling barbarian with disgusted looks on their faces.

With a sigh he strides across to the big man, incredibly as he appeared to be attempting to kiss Val.

"For freck's sake, Wulf, is this taking it easy?" he roughly grabs the crook of his friend's elbow and begins dragging him across the casino floor toward the door.

He'd already had an encounter with the bouncers and while he wasn't concerned with Wulf being thrown out, he doubted the barbarian would be as reasonable as he had been earlier.

"You need some fresh air." he said knowingly, having been the protagonist of many drunken escapades.

Will try to steer Wulf out of there without drawing the attention of the bouncers.


Bard 4/Gunslinger (Mysterious Stranger) 1 | HP 46/46 | AC 17 T 13 (15v Firearms) FF 14 | CMB +3, CMD 13 | F: +5, R: +8, W: +4 | Init: +3 | Perc: +6 | Grit 3/"4" (Max is normally 3) Speed 20ft

Garfaulk laughed uproariously, pocketin his winnings while studying the pattern on the floor. Once he had done so, he finished off his drink and then cast silent image over the vomit puddle on the floor, making it look like just a nice clean regular rug. Hoping the guards hadn't quite realize what had happened, he hopped up and followed Wulf and Ton but off to the side, grabbing Val if she wasn't already following. Popping his collar to make himself look inconspicuous, he made his way to the exit.


AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +4 Dex) | HP 43/43 | Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +6 (+2 vs Enchantment) | Str 10, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 8 | Perc +9 | Base Atk +3; CMB 7; CMD 17

"Cheers, Garfaulk." Ton says when they reach the sanctity of the road outside.


"Wulf, I washh waiting to shee if you would get lucky one more time. Now I can shee, after that performashe, that you'll won't be getting lucky anytime shhoon either in or out of that cashhino. "

Val is happy to get back to her house and she sees herself to her room and promptly falls asleep.


A roll of 86 doubles your bet, Charles. That means you gain 2, putting you up to 12.

Varrad takes in the sights and sounds of the loud gambling hall, and sees little need to participate, knowing from the others that the 10 silverdisks he was given have some value and should be saved.

He considers the priests words from earlier in the day. Seems like forever ago. Thousands of androids, like him, held as slaves, somewhere out there. And ignoring it all, an entire building of humans, elves, dwarves and others partying and celebrating like none of that mattered. Was this what being alive meant? Ignoring pain?


M Halfling Rogue (Burglar) 5 Vigilante (Serial Killer) 1 | HP 58 AC 21 ( 18 touch, 15 flat footed) CMD 15 | Fort +5, Ref +11, Will + 5 (+2 vs fear) | Init: +5, Perc: +17 (+20 traps)
Skills:
Acrobatics 16 | Climb 10| Disable Device 17/28 | Escape Artist 13 | Knowledge Local 9 | Perception 17/28 | Sense Motive 11 | Stealth 18 | Appraise 9 | Sleight of Hand 13

perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23sense motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Before they all leave, Charles can't help himself but case the joint, looking for security strong and weak points. He had no intention of ever doing a job here, the risks were too great. But any pro always has a heist subconsciously running anywhere like this.


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Charles' trained eye examines the room. Bouncers at the door; bouncers scattered throughout the room, some wearing normal street clothes and sticking the occasional silver disk in a machine, but Charles could recognize them by the way they carried themselves and the way they looked at the other people there... like everyone else was guilty, and they just hadn't been caught yet.

The back door to the office is clearly unlocked, at least now, and guards and clerks and other staff come and go pretty often. The casino sells food and delivers it to patrons at the gambling stations, and waitresses with nice legs come and go from the back door too, carrying the food and returning with trays. Must be a kitchen back there.

On the way out, Charles takes in the exterior. The building is two floors, and there are lots of windows. The gambling only happened on the first floor, so the second probably is full of offices or rooms.

Lots of windows, lots of people coming and going, and the spring weather has been cold but during the afternoons the temperature has been pleasant enough. Maybe someone haphazardly opens a window here and there and forgets to lock it again. Plenty of ways for someone to make a small mistake.


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"Ezekial, why did you leave me? Where are you.... where... "

Zeke peers down into the pit. He stands by the ramshackle huts of the Darklands creatures, and the wind picks up around him, whispering, carrying a woman's voice from the depths.

"I turned around and you were gone. Disappeared. I searched for you. Where did you go? Why did you pull your hand from mine? I looked and looked. But the sun came up, and the stinging glare blinded me. What else could I do? Your father was calling me. He was my first love. I left you to search for him. "

"Do you want to see me again? Leave your friends. Climb down into the pit with the skulks. Find me in the Darklands. You know that this is your true task. The task of a son."

Mists swirl and where the pit once yawned there is only a clockwork casino machine. The plink-pluck-plogs chime, but all Zeke can hear in them is, "Leave your friends, find me, come to me, the Darklands...

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Zeke wakes with a start and a terrible headache...Though it seems far more natural than yesterday... booze induced. Sun streams into the Foundry Tavern. A new day has begun.

Charles, perhaps the most controlled from the night before, wakes up with a pounding headache. (-1 to intel, wis, cha, and all associated skills).

Random PC:

d6 roll: 1d6 ⇒ 4
d6 reroll: 1d6 ⇒ 3
1. Wulf
2. Ton'iel
3. Charles
4. Zeke
5. Varrad
6. Garfaulk


Gozran the 6th, 4714.

The sound of vomit splattering on the tavern floor wakes everyone up.

“Crud. What did we do last night? Uhhhh... Here take your eggs....I'm going back to bed.”

Val drops the uncooked eggs and bacon on the bar and stumbles back to her house.


Human Barbarian !Rage! hp 84/84 | F+12(+16) R+3(+7) W+5(+7) | DR 2 | AC 17, T 11, FF 18 (+7 armor, +1 Dex, +1 Nat, -2 RA) | Init +3 | Perc 9 | CMB +12; CMD 23 | Debuff: | Rage 16/16

"Val... I'm sorry!" Is all he can say as he's dragged out by Ton and Garfaulk, ignoring the fact he had just thrown up all over the casino floor.

"Ton I just got wrapped up in it all, we haven't had a night like that in weeks. I won so much! But I let Val down, I let you all down." He says slurring a few words. "I love you all! It's nice to have people to look after you, it's been so long since I felt that." He starts to talk and talk, not minding that no one else is talking back to him. "It was so fun!"

Getting back to the bar he flops into his bed, muttering things to himself before passing out.

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Morning

In the morning Wulf wakens with a jump as he attempts to recognize where he is, his head pounds but not as bad as he expected.

Throwing on a pair of trousers and boots he strides into the bar bare-chested. Showing off his strange skin with a sense of pride, it pocked with specs of silver just under the skin line, showing up where cuts and scars mark his skin.

Sitting at the bar he spots Val, as she bemoans last night and tosses the uncooked food on the bar. "There has never been anyone more beautiful, Val you bless me today. I wish we could have spent more time together last night." He flexes showing off his muscles, as he does the skin around his arm stretches showing more silver below the skin. "You could have had a closer look at these." He continues to show off as she walks away.


AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +4 Dex) | HP 43/43 | Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +6 (+2 vs Enchantment) | Str 10, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 8 | Perc +9 | Base Atk +3; CMB 7; CMD 17

Ton finds himself awake long after the others have retired. He sits in a chair beside the fire, a cigarette unsmoked but burning between two fingers.

It is only when the ash sizzles against his skin that he realises that while he was dwelling on past mistakes, long hours have passed.

If anyone gets up in the night they will find him there for a roleplaying opp. If not, he will drag himself to bed and wake up late.


AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +4 Dex) | HP 43/43 | Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +6 (+2 vs Enchantment) | Str 10, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 8 | Perc +9 | Base Atk +3; CMB 7; CMD 17

Morning

Ton wakes up coughing like a sick horse and immediately reaches for his cigarette case and a tindertwig to allay the hacking.

When he makes his way to the common room he sees a few of the group feeling slightly under the weather but not so Wulf, who seemed infused with new-found confidence and swagger.

I've never seen him show his skin. Gods look at it, it's spread so much in the past few months. What the Hell is it doing to him?

Despite what he said, he was acting weirdly.

Zeke. he whispers. I don't know if Wulf is still drunk or what but do me a favour and keep an eye on him? You've got some skill in healing, I reckon he's sick in the head or something.

Silver Crusade

rolls:
[dice=Pow! unarmed/power attack 1]d20+11; d3+22[/dice] [dice=Sock! unarmed/power attack 2]d20+11-5; d3+22[/dice] [dice=Crush! overrun]d20+24[/ooc]
75/75 HP, Init +6, Percep+11, 29 AC 13 Touch 28 Flat, 28 CMD, Fort +8, Ref +9 , Will +7 (+9 vs charms & compulsions) Buff/Debuffs: none

As you proceed getting ready in the morning, feel free to carry out any business you have. I'll jump in when you get to an NPC or when you let me know you are ready to head back down into the caves.


^^ Sorry don't know why that posted under a different name. that was me


Before she leaves, she looks at Wulf.

"You missed your chance, Wulf. And you don't get a second one with Val Baine!"

She stomps out.


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Human Barbarian !Rage! hp 84/84 | F+12(+16) R+3(+7) W+5(+7) | DR 2 | AC 17, T 11, FF 18 (+7 armor, +1 Dex, +1 Nat, -2 RA) | Init +3 | Perc 9 | CMB +12; CMD 23 | Debuff: | Rage 16/16

"I hate to see her go but I love to watch her leave." He says watching as she storms off. "I'm sure she'll come around, she can't stay away from these muscles." He flexes. Then getting up moving over to Zeke and Ton.

"Zeke you have an amazing sister, she's playing hard to get." He places his large hand on the half elfs shoulder and turning to Ton. "So whats the plan today? I want to get out there and smash some more of those Gremlins. We just need that rope but if we don't have it I'm sure we can beat what they have out of them."


Bard 4/Gunslinger (Mysterious Stranger) 1 | HP 46/46 | AC 17 T 13 (15v Firearms) FF 14 | CMB +3, CMD 13 | F: +5, R: +8, W: +4 | Init: +3 | Perc: +6 | Grit 3/"4" (Max is normally 3) Speed 20ft

Garfaulk sighed, toying with the device they had found earlier that day. He turned it over, time and again, trying to figure out it's meaning, it's purpose. He hears a yelp coming from the other room, and, fire lance in hand, made his way cautiously about until he found Ton sitting by the fire "Geez lad, scared me half to death-didn't think anyone was up this late. ya alright?"

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"Ah, what a lovely mornin it is!" The dwarf wandered in with the rest of them, stretching and acting well rested-despite getting less sleep than most, the sleep he did get was just fine, as is for most dwarves with a belly full of drink. It should be enough for the say. Watching as the uncooked food was tossed unceremoniously onto the counter, he chuckled, making his way over to start cooking for everyone, since Val didn't seem up to it.

"Ooph-sounds like things didn't go yer way after we got back, eh?" he said with a wink, ribbing at Wulf good-naturedly. "Was quite the night. Got a nice batch o' winnins, got some good drink-and a heck of a show there. As fer today, headin back down to smash more things sounds good, but we need to get more rope, as well as see what we can learn bout this thingy." He placed the gizmo on the table with a sigh, glaring at it. "Was up half the night tryin ter figure out what it does, but no luck. Will have to see if that fella from down who kept tellin us his name knows anythin bout it. What was his name anyway?" he asked with a chuckle as he got the bacon to sizzle, the smell wafting through the place as he made their breakfast.


AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +4 Dex) | HP 43/43 | Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +6 (+2 vs Enchantment) | Str 10, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 8 | Perc +9 | Base Atk +3; CMB 7; CMD 17
Garfaulk Sharpstone wrote:
Garfaulk sighed, toying with the device they had found earlier that day. He turned it over, time and again, trying to figure out it's meaning, it's purpose. He hears a yelp coming from the other room, and, fire lance in hand, made his way cautiously about until he found Ton sitting by the fire "Geez lad, scared me half to death-didn't think anyone was up this late. ya alright?"

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Garfaulk, last night:

"Mm?" the Elf mumbles when Garfaulk appears in the doorway. He flicks the dead end of his cigarette into the fire and rubs his suddenly tired eyes. "Yeah.... Yeah." more convincingly the second time.

"I'm good, thanks, just thinkin.' Figure you live as long as we do and eventually you're going to do something you regret." he says to the dwarf. "But you ever do somethin' you know is wrong. But you can't stop yourself doin' it? And when it comes to it, you know you'll just do it again, makin' the same mistake over and over."


AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +4 Dex) | HP 43/43 | Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +6 (+2 vs Enchantment) | Str 10, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 8 | Perc +9 | Base Atk +3; CMB 7; CMD 17

That morning

Ton looks down at the hand on his shoulder and says to Wulf:

"I reckon you're barking up the wrong tree with that Val, Wulf. Maybe ease back a little, we've still got a job to do down there and if we can do it without getting into more fights than we need to then that's a win in my book."

"Just take it easy, ok? I mean it this time, you're actin'... I dunno, maybe the liquor is still in your system." he turns away to start telling Garfaulk the man's name was Sanvil when he says over his shoulder to his companion;

"Oh yeah and put a shirt on Wulf."


Human Barbarian !Rage! hp 84/84 | F+12(+16) R+3(+7) W+5(+7) | DR 2 | AC 17, T 11, FF 18 (+7 armor, +1 Dex, +1 Nat, -2 RA) | Init +3 | Perc 9 | CMB +12; CMD 23 | Debuff: | Rage 16/16

"Why would I hide this." He bangs his chest with a fist. "I hardly had anything last night, I guess I could play hard to get give her the cold shoulder likes shes giving me, good idea Ton." He smiles, slapping a hand on the bar. " Garfaulk, I'm starving I can't wait to taste what you're making it smells heavenly."

Turning to Ton once more. "We'll go down there and won't mess about anymore, we have a job to get done I agree with you there. I don't want to be an errand boy for those creatures anymore."


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Bard 4/Gunslinger (Mysterious Stranger) 1 | HP 46/46 | AC 17 T 13 (15v Firearms) FF 14 | CMB +3, CMD 13 | F: +5, R: +8, W: +4 | Init: +3 | Perc: +6 | Grit 3/"4" (Max is normally 3) Speed 20ft

Ton:
The dwarf nods. "Course I have. Have you seen the thing I made?" He jerks his head in the direction of the fire lance he propped up against the wall. "I'm literally in this town to pursue firearms. Cause regular weapons bore me. Im pretty sure I could throw my javelins better than it fires without risking blowin me and anyone nearby up. I was gonna be a barman when I first saw one of those things poke a hole in what I hope was a bad guy.

So I abandoned everyone I ever knew to chase it down. Even looked into the Technic League before findin out what they do. And even then I wasnt immediately dissuaded. I've seen these blasted blastin weapons hurt plenty o people while I've been lookin fer em. But I'm still here, still itchin to get my hands on tha one down in the cave." Garfaulk sighs, rubbing his brow. "Sure, probably a bit different than yer thing. But I know the feelin of bein on a questionable path with little intent of wantin off."

He suddenly chuckled. "Oy, ere I am, yammerin on bout my questionable choices. What's been eatin you? What bad decision do you keep makin in yer long, long life?"

The dwarf laughs, slipping the meat and eggs onto a plate before sliding it to Wulf. "Wait no more then pup. Dig in!" making three more plates, he gives one to Zeke, one to Ton, and then, grabbing a mug with orange juice and a splash of something bubbly, brought the last to Val. "Here ya are lass, enjoy. And thanks again fer yer hospitality" and with that, unless she tried to talk to him, he'd head back to the kitchen to make more for Charles, Varrad, and himself.

The eggs suspiciously tasted of burbon,but otherwise were fantastic, and the bacon was just the right balance of chewy and crispy


AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +4 Dex) | HP 43/43 | Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +6 (+2 vs Enchantment) | Str 10, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 8 | Perc +9 | Base Atk +3; CMB 7; CMD 17

Garfaulk:

Ton smiles wryly at the dwarf's tale. Alienating people was something they had in common at least.

"Garfulk, my life has been one cruddy decision leading to the next. Normally fuelled by selfishness or booze or both." he says honestly, looking into the fire.

"I pushed away the people who loved me, p*ssed any money we had up against the wall, absolutely without exception I put myself before my family and been a generally stand up fellow, you know."

"When I was standing in that casino, that rush of excitement and adrenaline came back. But for just a second I thought I saw..."

He shakes his head.

She could always make me feel guilty, even when I hadn't done anything wrong. Like tonight, I actually won. But she would have made me feel shallower than a worm's grave.

Who are you kidding, Ton? You always were a bastard, and you know it. The problem is you never cared enough to want to be a better man.

"Ah maybe someday we'll share a bottle and I'll tell you all about it, mate. But I'm for my bed now. Big day tomorrow." he taps Garfaulk on the shoulder as he passes and heads into his room.

Ton eats his breakfast with strong coffee and a cigarette, killing any flavour Garfaulk was able to impart and blowing smoke occasionally, though accidentally, into the faces of his new-found companions as he did so.


M Halfling Rogue (Burglar) 5 Vigilante (Serial Killer) 1 | HP 58 AC 21 ( 18 touch, 15 flat footed) CMD 15 | Fort +5, Ref +11, Will + 5 (+2 vs fear) | Init: +5, Perc: +17 (+20 traps)
Skills:
Acrobatics 16 | Climb 10| Disable Device 17/28 | Escape Artist 13 | Knowledge Local 9 | Perception 17/28 | Sense Motive 11 | Stealth 18 | Appraise 9 | Sleight of Hand 13

Charles eats in silence.


Bard 4/Gunslinger (Mysterious Stranger) 1 | HP 46/46 | AC 17 T 13 (15v Firearms) FF 14 | CMB +3, CMD 13 | F: +5, R: +8, W: +4 | Init: +3 | Perc: +6 | Grit 3/"4" (Max is normally 3) Speed 20ft

Ton:
Garfaulk nods apatheticly while polishing the end of his weapon, the way a bartender would polish a glass while listening to a tale. "Ooph, sounds like a bit of a rough time. And when you're ready to open up, I got ya mate. Especially if you have that bottle." He waited till Ton had walked just past him before he spoke again. "Look, I may have no clue what ye saw last night, but do you know what I saw? A bunch of new friends havin a grand ol time." His smile beams as he looks back over his shoulder before picking his fire lance back up and going to bed.

Garfaulk finishes off making their food before joining in as well, a bit of egg in his beard, though he didn't seem to notice or mind. "So, rope, doohicky... Anythin else we need before goin back?"

Then he looks to the quiet halfling. "yet quiet this mornin. And in general. Everything alright?"


AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +4 Dex) | HP 43/43 | Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +6 (+2 vs Enchantment) | Str 10, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 8 | Perc +9 | Base Atk +3; CMB 7; CMD 17

Garfaulk:

"That's me." Ton says as he disappears around the corner. "Real friendly guy..."


AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +4 Dex) | HP 43/43 | Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +6 (+2 vs Enchantment) | Str 10, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 8 | Perc +9 | Base Atk +3; CMB 7; CMD 17

"I think we should pick up another wand - reckon its better to have more than one of us able to patch eachother up if we need it.

Other than that; rope and doohicky. he agrees, stretching with a yawn and the bones of his back cracking.


Human Barbarian !Rage! hp 84/84 | F+12(+16) R+3(+7) W+5(+7) | DR 2 | AC 17, T 11, FF 18 (+7 armor, +1 Dex, +1 Nat, -2 RA) | Init +3 | Perc 9 | CMB +12; CMD 23 | Debuff: | Rage 16/16

Wulf scoffs down the food. "Just want I needed, You can cook for me any day Garfaulk."

"I agree with you Ton, we'll want to keep me in good shape down there." He finishes up his food, stands up and stretches. "Ok let me get my stuff, then we do all that. I think I'll walk around like this tell we get to the water."


The group finishes up breakfast, grabs their stuff, and heads out to the Copper Coin with several purchases in mind.

The strange tinker, Sanvil Trett, is there again, having set up a little stand outside the store with his pots and pans.

"Sanvil Trett heard you all had lived. Can't say Sanvil Trett was too surprised, because he thought that your group seemed just a bit more competent than the others."

"So.... you must have found something good down there, right? Something for old Sanvil Trett to take a look at? Say, for a gold, Sanvil Trett will tell you all about it."


M Halfling Rogue (Burglar) 5 Vigilante (Serial Killer) 1 | HP 58 AC 21 ( 18 touch, 15 flat footed) CMD 15 | Fort +5, Ref +11, Will + 5 (+2 vs fear) | Init: +5, Perc: +17 (+20 traps)
Skills:
Acrobatics 16 | Climb 10| Disable Device 17/28 | Escape Artist 13 | Knowledge Local 9 | Perception 17/28 | Sense Motive 11 | Stealth 18 | Appraise 9 | Sleight of Hand 13
Garfaulk Sharpstone wrote:

Then he looks to the quiet halfling. "yet quiet this mornin. And in general. Everything alright?"

"Yep." bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 1

sense motive DC 1:
Nope.

M Halfling Rogue (Burglar) 5 Vigilante (Serial Killer) 1 | HP 58 AC 21 ( 18 touch, 15 flat footed) CMD 15 | Fort +5, Ref +11, Will + 5 (+2 vs fear) | Init: +5, Perc: +17 (+20 traps)
Skills:
Acrobatics 16 | Climb 10| Disable Device 17/28 | Escape Artist 13 | Knowledge Local 9 | Perception 17/28 | Sense Motive 11 | Stealth 18 | Appraise 9 | Sleight of Hand 13
Sanvil Trett -- NPC wrote:

The group finishes up breakfast, grabs their stuff, and heads out to the Copper Coin with several purchases in mind.

The strange tinker, Sanvil Trett, is there again, having set up a little stand outside the store with his pots and pans.

"Sanvil Trett heard you all had lived. Can't say Sanvil Trett was too surprised, because he thought that your group seemed just a bit more competent than the others."

"So.... you must have found something good down there, right? Something for old Sanvil Trett to take a look at? Say, for a gold, Sanvil Trett will tell you all about it."

Charles Caskgrip thinks anyone who talks like this is probably an a#*!~+!. Charles almost snickers at his internal joke.


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Half-Elf Cleric 3/Wizard 2 | HP 36/39 | AC 16 Touch 12 FF 14 CMD 11 | F+7 R+4 W+7* | Init +4* | Per +10, Low-Light Vision, Blind-Fight | Buffs: heightened awareness, 50m; protection from evil, 5m | Conditions: none

Zeke gets up very troubled by his dream, grateful that his headache seems to be natural. He stumbles his way into the common room, and makes a pot of coffee to help himself wake up, which he gladly shares around while waiting for Val to emerge with breakfast. When she enters and admits what happened (or rather didn't happen) last night, he gives Wulf a long look and shakes his head. Then when Garfaulk offers to cook, Zeke is pleasantly startled, and sits nearby to watch.

"Garfaulk," Zeke says with a note of awe in his voice, "is there anything you can't do?" He tucks into the proffered food with gusto, making appreciative noises between sips of his hot beverage and clinks of cutlery.

Ton comes over to him at one point and asks him to keep an eye on Wulf, because he's acting strangely. Zeke considers and responds quietly, "Maybe it was that sludge water he drank yesterday before we went under the hill? Not that I'd gotten much measure of him afore that, but I'd say that his behavior noticeably changed right about then." He shrugs, helplessly. "If it's like the way that Garfaulk glows, there probably isn't much we can do for him, since it seems kin to a physical transformation."

During breakfast, Zeke also watches Varrad, curious to see if the android truly "eats and sleeps and has such senses as we have senses," as Khonnir Baine once told him (well, actually he told Val, but Zeke was there too). "How are you feeling, Mister, uh, Mister Varrad?" he asks him. "Is this life to your satisfaction so far? Do you remember anything from before?" Impulsively, Zeke quietly tells him, "I had a dream last night about my mother. It seemed so real! I wonder if your memories are like that, like dreams. Do you dream when you sleep?"


AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +4 Dex) | HP 43/43 | Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +6 (+2 vs Enchantment) | Str 10, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 8 | Perc +9 | Base Atk +3; CMB 7; CMD 17

Copper Coin

"Yeah we've got something we want you to take a look at, Sanvil." Ton confirms. "Garfaulk, you've got it, right?"

As he wait for the dwarf to present the thing and place it on the counter, he asks;

"Sanvil, you got any silk rope? We need a few hundred feet of it."


Human Barbarian !Rage! hp 84/84 | F+12(+16) R+3(+7) W+5(+7) | DR 2 | AC 17, T 11, FF 18 (+7 armor, +1 Dex, +1 Nat, -2 RA) | Init +3 | Perc 9 | CMB +12; CMD 23 | Debuff: | Rage 16/16

Wulf looks around the Copper Coin, checking out a few items then moves to the front and places his hammer on the counter.

"I'd also like to know how would I get my hammer, improved? I'd like to adjust the balance on it help me with my swing." He says patting his hammer.

Making it masterwork? Is that possible?


"For this trick, Sanvil Trett will need a silverdisk! Anyone? Anyone? Fine. " He pulls out his own silverdisk.

"What is a silverdisk, you may ask? And why does that have anything to do with this device? Everything, my friends!"

He pulls out another silverdisk, only this one seems... shinier. Like there is a slight light coming from it; a slight glistening.

"This, my friends, is called a battery. The wealth of silverdisks you probably hold, and others hold, are all just bad batteries. At some point in Numeria's history, who knows when... Somebody decided that all of these bad batteries had some value, and they started trading at 10 gold each. But the good batteries... they have the real value! "

He takes the battery, inserts it into a slot into Garfaulk's device, and pulls it out again. He flips the battery over to Garfaulk.

"The charge from his battery has now been transferred into the device... that is called...a FLASHLIGHT!"

He pushes the button and a strong beam of light comes from the flashlight.

"The battery we just used is now depleted, but with the proper equipment, one could recharge it. So hang onto your depleted batteries! Get all that? You have your good batteries, your depleted batteries, and your silverdisks (those are the batteries that have just gone completely dead over time and have no chance of being recharged). "

A battery gives 10 charges to an item. It takes a move action to charge an item with a battery, or free if you have rapid reload feat. If you use a battery, you take that out of your inventory and give yourself a depleted battery. I'm adding a depleted battery and the flashlight to Garfaulk's inventory. The flashlight now has 10 charges, each charge provides 8 hours of light, and it takes a free hand to hold it. Turning it on is a free action but drawing it is a move action. I'm also entering it into your Technopedia... the first tech item!

Flashlight
Price 30 gp; Slot none; Weight 1 lb.; Capacity 10; Usage 1 charge/8 hours
When activated, a flashlight creates a beam of normal light in a 20-foot cone. It also increases the light level in the area beyond this initial cone by one step, out to a 80-foot cone total. It does not increase the light level in normal light or bright light. A flashlight has no effect in areas of magical darkness.

A flashlight is fun in Roll20. It comes out as a cone and you have to rotate your avatar around to shine it places. This would have been a much more exciting item to find if Garfaulk wasn't glowing like the sun.


"Rope, eh? Too mundane for me. And I have no idea about fancier weapons either. Try that crazy Kellid lady on top of the torch. She used to run access to the torch, and has a whole variety of mining and digging equipment up there. "

Finally, he holds out his hand and coughs discretely.


Wulf Torstein wrote:

Wulf looks around the Copper Coin, checking out a few items then moves to the front and places his hammer on the counter.

"I'd also like to know how would I get my hammer, improved? I'd like to adjust the balance on it help me with my swing." He says patting his hammer.

Making it masterwork? Is that possible?

The proprietor of the Copper Coin tells Wulf that the weaponmaster in town, Jorge Otterbie, just two blocks over, would be able to help him, but he is grieving the loss of his daughter's fiance, who went missing in the caves with the second expedition. His shop has been closed down for several days now.


Bard 4/Gunslinger (Mysterious Stranger) 1 | HP 46/46 | AC 17 T 13 (15v Firearms) FF 14 | CMB +3, CMD 13 | F: +5, R: +8, W: +4 | Init: +3 | Perc: +6 | Grit 3/"4" (Max is normally 3) Speed 20ft

Garfaulk laughs as Zeke starts enjoying his breakfast. "Huntin. I'm a good shot, sure, but I can't track worth a damn. That and I've never been good with, like, actual healin stuffs, outside this wand. That, and sports. Was never good at dwarven sports. Otherwise, I'm the total package" He said with a wink and a chuckle before rounding in on Charles again

sense motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

"Wassa matter Charles?"

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The dwarf nodded, pulling one of the pots from the cart, then the device out of his bag. Putting it into the pot, he handed it to Sanvil, trying not to be too obvious while passing off the device. "Aye-I couldn't make heads er talks of it, so we o course thought o you."

After watching Sanvil's demonstration, he grins. While he himself was a bit brighter than the light itself, the revelation about batteries and tech was most interesting. "Well tha's mighty interestin. Yer a good man Sanvil"


AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +4 Dex) | HP 43/43 | Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +6 (+2 vs Enchantment) | Str 10, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 8 | Perc +9 | Base Atk +3; CMB 7; CMD 17

Ton temporarily dazzles himself when he looks down the barrel of the flashlight.

"So where's the flames? Is this thing magic then Sanvil, or what? And if it isn't then where did it come from?"


"Elektrizity, my friend. It isn't magic at all. Just the power of technology! Bugger though, Sanvil Trett has no idea how it does what it does. "


Bard 4/Gunslinger (Mysterious Stranger) 1 | HP 46/46 | AC 17 T 13 (15v Firearms) FF 14 | CMB +3, CMD 13 | F: +5, R: +8, W: +4 | Init: +3 | Perc: +6 | Grit 3/"4" (Max is normally 3) Speed 20ft

Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Assuming it works like a regular flashlight

Garfaulk gave it a look over. "Looks like the part in there is glowin hot like it came out of a forge, though how the silverdisc is doin it and how it's tha bright is beyond me"

if I don't even know that, let me know, and I'll change my post


No problem, you certainly can see the bulb is glowing


Ezekiel "Zeke" Smith wrote:


During breakfast, Zeke also watches Varrad, curious to see if the android truly "eats and sleeps and has such senses as we have senses," as Khonnir Baine once told him (well, actually he told Val, but Zeke was there too). "How are you feeling, Mister, uh, Mister Varrad?" he asks him. "Is this life to your satisfaction so far? Do you remember anything from before?" Impulsively, Zeke quietly tells him, "I had a dream last night about my mother. It seemed so real! I wonder if your memories are like that, like dreams. Do you dream when you sleep?"

*********

Earlier:

Until Varrad comes back, I'll pipe in occasionally so he remains part of things.

Varrad looks at Zeke and replies, "On this, my second night of life, I had no dreams, of memories or of anything. But on my first night of life, my dreams were very clear, and have burned into my now-memories. I dreamed of a beautiful woman warrior. A priest in town told me it was the goddess Iomedae. He says that I am being called to save androids like me, who are oppressed in this country. " He pauses, thinking. "I think he is correct. I feel it in my heart."

"I don't know if this town is where I belong, as the problems of this town are not mine. But yet, I am afraid to leave alone. And where would I go?"

**************


Human Barbarian !Rage! hp 84/84 | F+12(+16) R+3(+7) W+5(+7) | DR 2 | AC 17, T 11, FF 18 (+7 armor, +1 Dex, +1 Nat, -2 RA) | Init +3 | Perc 9 | CMB +12; CMD 23 | Debuff: | Rage 16/16

Wulf shys away from the light dodging it as Garfaulk plays with it. "That's strange." He then moves closer waving his hand through it.

"I suppose it's time we move out then, I don't want anything here. Let's go speak to that crazy woman, she might have what we need."

Wulf shrugs. "Closed when we need equipment to find the body..." He sighs to himself, shaking his head. "Well if you can't help me with my weapons, what do you make of this?" He steps closer to the man showing him his bare chest, the specs of silver shining through with the light.


AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +4 Dex) | HP 43/43 | Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +6 (+2 vs Enchantment) | Str 10, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 8 | Perc +9 | Base Atk +3; CMB 7; CMD 17

Ton makes his way back up the hill in search of the Kellid woman who persuaded Gafaulk and Wulf to partake of the weird sludge that now sits where the Torch used to burn.

The walk is long and arduous with his leg, but he is feeling somewhat masochistic today and enjoys the burn that soon sets in.

Looking to acquire that rope GM. Happy to just procure it if possible, make hecks if necessary or roleplay the scene.


"Gods! Are you more machine than man?" The Copper Coin's shopkeep pulls back, from fear or disgust, you cannot tell.


AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +4 Dex) | HP 43/43 | Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +6 (+2 vs Enchantment) | Str 10, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 8 | Perc +9 | Base Atk +3; CMB 7; CMD 17

I suspect I know how this conversation is going to go, Ton made his way up the hill though so isn't there to stop Wulf punching faces :)


Ton'iel, along with anyone else who was willing to make the walk with him, gets to the top of the Black Mountain, where Wulf and Garfaulk drank the sludge about 24 hours ago. The strange old lady sees you, and greets you.

"Back again, hmmm? Come to drink of the fluids yourself this time, elf? You know, our great Black Sovereign, ruler of our fine country of Numeria, is said to quaff these delectable delights twice a day! What a man. What a hero! "

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