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Oh, cool beans. I also wanted to share some info
.My time zone is 8:00 Pacific Standard
.I work eveyday except Saturday and Thursday (or Tuesday).
.I game mostly on my phone, so I check threads pretty much constantly during mornings and evenings and may have additional time to post during lunch breaks as well.
I'll work on my stat block now.
"Here it is, sir! A piece of cheese, bread, a bottle of wine, a bag of assorted nuts, five aromatic candles and a little vial of aromatic oil?..." Zaken looked at the old man in front of him as he put every item inside the man's bag.
"Oh you dirty old man... oh no, now I'm imagining it..." Zaken notices as the old man stares at him, waiting for his answer of how much he should pay. "...eleven, no twelve gold coins and 4 silver will do!" The old man pays and smiles, revealing a single line of teeth... the missing superior teeth were completed by the inferiors. I'll never forget this... well, at least he will have some fun tonight, while I...
His thoughts were interrupted by a little girl waving his hand in front of his face, little Elma. She pointed to a small note on the balcony and waited, clearly for a coin. Zaken handed her two copper piece and watched the girl leave, clearly not happy with the amount. "Good morning for you too, Elma..." ...you little rat.
Zaken read the note and sighed. Why the note? Why Val could not simply ask? Perhaps she is more mad than I thought, or... Zaken counted on his fingers and his face went white. ...holy crap! How I forgot about it? She is on 'those' days and what is normally really dangerous is almost deadly with her father missing... He watched as the old man walked away. "You lucky bastard..."
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"Mooooommmmmmm... I'm leaving to lunch with Val. I'll be back in an hour or two..." ...I hope... Zaken left the general store and soon heard the sound of heavy steel 'boots' following him.
"Oh, come on, Leek! You do not need to follow me everywhere! The Foundry is just across the street and if Val sees you today, I'm sure the will crush you so hard with her frying pan that you will need a week to function again!"
The 'fat' green construct looked at him but did not stopped, moving past him and entering the tavern. Zaken sighed again.
Zaken looked around the table, his left hand furling in his brown hair, while his right was around Val's shoulder, close enough not to make her mad and far enough to allow him to jump at any sign of an attempt against his life. "So... we are going to do this right? Mr. Baine should be rescued and I agree with Val, we need to act quickly... Jeyne, Seven, Malka..." Zaken did not liked the woman so much. Why again did Mr. Baine let her work with him and not me? "...and I don't know your name..." He looks at the only strange in the table (Canrad). "Well, I think you already know by now, I'm Zaken Marson..." He offers his hand to the man.
From the corner of the room, Leek stepped forward, also offering his hand to the man. "My name is Advanced Gama Prototype Number 3999F9862-OP793-Class HYR664 from the Mechanical Factory of..." Zaken shook his head, trying to stop Leek from his endless 'name' that would take almost 3 minutes. He needed to yell. "Wow wow... His name is Leek..." He then turns his attention to the construct. "...and don't look this way to me, we already talked about it, it is a good name, everyone in town knows your name..."
Am I supposed to be using background skills?
Yes, we are using background skills.
Stats are fixed.
Great, thank you. I'll take a look tomorrow and let you know if I have any issues.
BTW, you should post with your alias for the game, even if posting OOC stuff.
Questions?
Game on!
Seven stares at the scrap of parchment he has just been handed. Scribblings clutter its face. "Letters," Malka calls them. She says it's important that he learn to read. She's spent some time as of late trying to teach him.
The whole process just makes his head hurt.
He rotates the paper this way, then that, wondering at its indecipherable meaning. He tries to sound out some of the words, then realizes he's holding it upside down.
"Good grief, give it here!" With an exasperated sigh, Garritt Burrwadle jumps up and impatiently snatches it from Seven's hand. Garritt, Torch's resident "Junkmaster," is perhaps the sole person in town with a reputation more dubious than Seven's--he is a gnome with an ill temper. He was also the only person willing to offer work to the strangeling after the violet fires stopped burning and smithing came to a halt. With the town's primary waste disposal method now defunct, refuse has been piling up, and the townsfolk have turned to Garritt. His lot, normally a model of organized classification, has become a disordered jumble of garbage. With few willing to take on the humble work of hauling trash, Malka thought it would be a good way to keep Seven busy.
He doesn't mind, though he does miss the fire. It was nice to look at. And Tolgy had promised to teach him to work metal. That was before the fire had gone out.
"Blasted kiddies running around the lot. Someone's liable to be injured, and that spells money lost! Tell your little friends to stay out of the junkyard!" Garritt mumbles, irate, as he pushes his spectacles up his nose, looking over the parchment.
Friends. Seven had some of those now. Malka, of course, and Tolgy, and the horses. These were all friends to Seven. It was important to have them, Malka said, to help him "blend in." He wasn't sure what that meant, except that he should smile and try to be still, and not listen to the bad voice. The voice that had told him to hurt the guards underground. The voice that whispered, even now, telling him that snatching things out of hands is bad and...
"Are you even listening to me? This is a note from Val. You're to be at The Foundry in ten minutes!" Garritt pulls his stopwatch from his pocket and studies it like a gemcutter examines a false jewel. "Well, there's nothing left to do today, anyway. Gather your things and be on your way. But tell that girl I don't appreciate..."
Yes, it's important not to listen to the voice, because it's good to have friends.
At The Foundry, Seven is relieved to see Malka. She sits at a table with friends. There is Val, of course, and Zaken near her. Zaken's machine whirs and hums excitedly. There is a man unknown to Seven, with a brown hair and beard. At first, Seven takes him for another Zaken, but upon closer inspection he is clearly a stranger. Strangers make Seven nervous. He pauses, sniffing the air, scanning the unknown man for signs of aggression.
Worse, though, there is "The Jeyne." Frankly, Seven has no idea what to make of her, lacking any frame of reference to comprehend such a being. Malka has tried to explain that she is like them, but also not, and that she is a friend. Still, he is apprehensive of her, her "sameness" at odds with her "otherness." He avoids looking at her directly, instead making a beeline for Malka.
He takes a seat, but hovers on the edge of the chair, ready to stand at a moment's notice. A relative newcomer to furniture, his posture is awkward and clumsy. He sits in silence as Zaken and Leek greet the stranger, eyeing him suspiciously.
I think Jeyne's ready to go - was there something else you needed? Her skills were already broken down...OK, just a couple of minor questions...
- your AC seems to be off if you have a MW chainshirt;
- are your hitpoints correct? shouldn't they be 16?; and
- where is the 'tinkering' ability from?Other than that, you're done too.
EDIT: and your longspear does 1d8 damage
- Yeah, my AC probably is off - I always put shopping off till last because I take forever to do it, and sometimes I forget to get the last little bits of information spread through the sheet. I'll get it adjusted.
- I'll check my math on hitpoints.- Tinkering is from the seeker oracle archetype; it replaces the additional class skills my mystery would normally give me and is essentially the rogue's trapfinding.
- Ah, shoot, that's what I get for trying to recall its damage die from memory during a surprise 56 hour work week. :) I'll change it.
- On the topic of longspears: Mechanically, they're one of the better simple weapon options, so either that or a dagger tends to be my go-to for characters that don't have proficiency in anything better, since I don't like a character being completely unarmed. And story-wise, Jeyne's not done a ton of fighting before, and longspears are very much a "stick them with the pointy end"-type weapon, so it seemed a logical choice for someone just figuring out this whole adventuring thing. Plus, you know all those things you don't really want to touch, even with a ten foot pole? It just so happens to also be a ten-foot pole. :)
Elma came rushing up the hill, clutching a piece of parchment and puffing slightly from the walk. "Val said t'find ya, an' give ya this," she managed to huff out between breaths, indicating the paper with a gesture. "I took 'em to a couple'a others, too, but she ain't told me what they're about. Said she wanted 'em took quick, though - sounded 'mportant." Jeyne noticed the small girl's slight nervous shuffle when she handed over the note - it seems familiarity has not quite overcome her prejudices. A long process. But then again, stories of rogue robot attacks were standard tavern fare, and the automatons were practically boogeymen to Numeria's children. The distinction between automaton and android is subtle for one so young, the android woman contemplated without resentment.
"Thank you, Elma," she replied tersely, digging a coin out of the pouch at her waist and dropping it into Elma's hand. Her own hand - slender, mottled with several different skin tones, and traced beneath with bioelectric circuitry - was a stark contrast to Elma's pale white fingers, still carrying a hint of baby fat. Val would have had a sweet of some kind for the girl, too, but Jeyne carried nothing of the sort; she preferred foods with more nutritive value. "If you arrive sooner than I, inform Val I shall arrive shortly." The girl ran back down the well-worn path, and Jeyne turned her gaze back to the fire-blasted hilltop where Elma had found her.
She rarely came up here ordinarily; she knew her bioelectric circuitry was partly composed of the skymetals that the flames were used to smelt, and with the flame's unusual qualities, it was logical to avoid exposure. But there was little hazard to her up here now, with the flames' mysterious disappearance. And with Val closing the tavern, there was even less to do there, so Jeyne had decided to take the opportunity to take her leisure with a walk. Soon, her feet had carried her here, where she stood alone on the normally crowded vista, wind whipping her clothes around and sending her hair streaming out behind her, its myriad colors dancing along with the breeze.
Val had made her intentions clear when Jeyne had departed earlier, and the note only confirmed them.
I've thought of a few people that might be persuaded to go, if they find the right others to accompany them. I've sent notes to them, too, asked them to meet together for lunch at the Foundry - be back by then, and we'll see if we can't talk them into it. I wish you'd stay here where it's safe, but if you feel you've got to go...these'll be the folks to help, hopefully.
Jeyne folded the note neatly, tucking it into her apron pocket. I know him well; I have skills and knowledge that will aid in finding him. And he has been kind to me. It is only reasonable I should go. There was no hint of wistfulness in her thoughts, no sadness or rage or even the stirrings of loyalty or love - she simply knew, as incontrovertible fact, that she must go into the caves and recover him. With one last look at the blackened crest of the hill and the desolate Numerian landscape beyond, she turned back down the road toward Torch as it sat motionless in its forgeless torpor.
Great start!
BTW, Seven just keeps me reminding me of "Of Mice and Men". Good job.
I'll either recap tonight (if ewveryone's posted) or post something to move the story along.
Questions?
Game on!
Great start!
BTW, Seven just keeps me reminding me of "Of Mice and Men". Good job.
I'll either recap tonight (if ewveryone's posted) or post something to move the story along.
Questions?
Game on!
And don't think that you need to post for every action right away. You could post for Action 1 and then later come back to Action 2.
Or you could post in response to a tag right away to keep the roleplaying going.
As long as I get a decent post from everyone at least once per day, I'm a happy GM.
Questions?
Game on!
Action 1:
Malka spent the morning in the workshop fixing some metal components that had broken off one of the machines in the foundry. Blu was curled up at the side of the table watching her but seemed to be sleeping more than anything. She was just finishing up with the last gear when she heard a tentative knock at the door. She pushed the magnifying glass she was using away from her work station and looked up to see Kirk, one of the kids Val often used for odd jobs, standing with an envelope in hand. Malka smiled and waved him in as she stretched the kinks out of her back. ”Great timing because I just finished the project I was working on.” Malka exchanged the envelope for a coin and sent Kirk on his way since it looked like he had at least one more envelope to deliver.
Once alone, she quickly tore open the envelope being curious as to what it said. It was indeed from Val and it was a lunch invite. Even though it didn’t state anything more, Malka had a feeling that the note was about more than just food. Khonnir had been missing for awhile now and everyone, herself included, was growing concerned. Khonnir had allowed her to use his foundry occasionally and he had been one of the few people she had shared any of her background with. Torch needed him back in order to help keep the Technic League from ‘rescuing’ the town. The League couldn't be given a reason to get involved. Malka liked living in Torch and had no desire to relocate or to have to explain that to Seven. She started to wonder how this invite may affect Seven or what she would do if she had to leave Seven behind. Then she realized that she was getting ahead of herself and that all her thinking was going to make her late. She knew she didn’t have much time so she quickly cleaned up her work space and collected her tools. She combed her fingers through her brown hair and put on her navy cloak. She then roused Blu and settled him around her neck as her black fur collar, grabbed her quarterstaff which served as her walking stick, and left for the tavern.
Re Of Mice and Men: Malka mentioned the same thing when we were coming up with our story! Hopefully Seven's fate is better than Lennie's.
Very cool!
Action 2:
Malka walked into the tavern and was relieved that she wasn’t late. She wasn’t surprised to see both Jeyne and Zaken as their presence was ubiquitous when one considered the Foundry Tavern. She went over and took a seat across from Val. Malka felt veiled hostility coming from Zaken but had no idea what she had done to garner such a response since she barely had said two words to the man. Hating any sort of conflict, instead of asking him about it Malka simply smiled and nodded her hello to those already at the table.
Based on the number of chairs placed around the table, Malka knew they were expecting a few more people to arrive. When Seven’s presence filled the doorway, Malka couldn’t help but be relieved. Whatever was going to happen, Seven was included and she didn’t have to worry about him in Torch without her.
Val breathed deeply, “The Council is offering a reward to bring back Councilman Baine. I don’t have that kind of money but you can all stay here as long as you need, free of charge of course, and I can cook.”
Tears welled in her eyes, “What I really need is for you bring back my dad.”
Malka couldn’t understand the strong emotional connection between a daughter and her father considering the father she had grown up with. She wouldn’t have given it a second thought if her father had disappeared when she was younger. However, she did respect the kind of man that Khonnir was and also hoped to learn more from the wizard in the future. That would only be possible if they could locate Khonnir and bring him home. If she was honest with herself, she would also have to admit that she was curious as to why the fire had gone out and of who or what was keeping Khonnir from returning. If she was part of the group that went looking then she’d know what happened. Realizing that she was most likely making the decision for both herself and Seven, Malka said. ”Torch needs to know what has happened to Councilman Baine. If you think I can help find your dad then I will do what I can.”
Malka couldn’t understand the strong emotional connection between a daughter and her father considering the father she had grown up with. She wouldn’t have given it a second thought if her father had disappeared when she was younger. However, she did respect the kind of man that Khonnir was and also hoped to learn more from the wizard in the future. That would only be possible if they could locate Khonnir and bring him home. If she was honest with herself, she would also have to admit that she was curious as to why the fire had gone out and of who or what was keeping Khonnir from returning. If she was part of the group that went looking then she’d know what happened. Realizing that she was most likely making the decision for both herself and Seven, Malka said. ”Torch needs to know what has happened to Councilman Baine. If you think I can help find your dad...Val breathed deeply, “The Council is offering a reward to bring back Councilman Baine. I don’t have that kind of money but you can all stay here as long as you need, free of charge of course, and I can cook.”
Tears welled in her eyes, “What I really need is for you bring back my dad.”
Now that she had everyone's attention, the girl sucked up her tears and became her normal sassy self. "Hell yes, you can help. That's why I asked you all here. I don't care much about Torch." She hesitated, "I mean I do care but I really just want my dad back. You understand?"
The young girl kept her distance from both Leek and Seven but was very forthcoming with everyone else.
"I mean you all could use the 4,000 gp right. I wish I had more but I don't. Except the free food and lodging."
She sat down, smile bright enough to dry up her tears, "So where will you go first? Anything I can do?"
OOC:
Since we end up writing this like a chapter in an on-going story, please try and remember to write in past tense. :)
After some more roleplaying/dialogue, I'll need some sort of decision of where you will go and how you will approach the investigation. Obvious options were outlined in the OOC of the turn recap.
Questions?
Game on!
"Torch needs to know what has happened to Councilman Baine. If you think I can help find your dad then I will do what I can."
"Malka is good at finding things," Seven added, remembering that she found him. "Counsel Mintbane will be home before dinner," he proclaimed confidently, being unfamiliar with the title and butchering the name.
"I mean you all could use the 4,000 gp right. I wish I had more but I don't. Except the free food and lodging."
"Is that a lot of money?," he whispered into Malka's ear. He was learning all about money, that it was very important. Tolgy had told him they could earn a mountain of it if the purple fire came back. Seven wasn't sure what he would do with a mountain, but he might have liked to buy a horse.
“Is that everything then?” the shopkeeper asked as Camrad stuffed a second quiver full of arrows into his pack. Ol’ Deadeye knows I'll be needing more than arrows where I'm goin’. he thought grimly, but said ”That'll do jus’ fine Mam’.” before turning to see small lass looking at him quizzically and clutching a series of letters. ”You're the grasshopper she told me ‘bout!”. The girl's declaration took Camrad by surprise “Child, I ain't got much time so I'm gonna need you to start talkn’ some sense.”.
“Val said to give this letter to a man green as a grasshopper.” the girl said defensively. “That's you right?”. Camrad examined his pine green traveling cloak and scratched the back of his head impatiently. “Suppose I am, but I don't have time to re…” he stopped remembering something. Wait isn't Val the girl whose Pa went missing? “...nevermind, I'll take the letter.” he said holding out his hand suddenly.
After reading the letter (and handing a gold piece to the girl), Camrad pondered its meaning. She probably wants my help finding her Pa. he decided and chuckled. Camrad had meant to brave the very same caves that Knonnir had disappeared into, thinking that recent events were likely tied to Sera’s abduction somehow. He could still leave now, but suddenly wasn't in such a hurry. That girls the same as me, we both got someone we're tryin’ to get back and if that ‘ain't a sign, I don't know what is. and on that note Camrad shouldered his backpack and marched to the foundry wondering who else was crazy or desperate enough to plumb the dark depths of a place like Numeria.
Camrad didn't really know what to make of the group assembled in the Foundry and he felt terribly out of place as he introduced himself, all the while eyeing the “metal man” warily. “How y'all folks doin’? I'm Camrad, but if you're here for the same reason as me, all you really need to know is I'm the guy who kills things with pointy sticks from very far away.” he said pointing a thumb at the bow and quiver on his back. He took one of the open chairs then, chewing on a wheat stalk and trying not to appear perturbed by the whirring noises coming from the goggle man's “pet”.
"Well, I think you already know by now, I'm Zaken Marson..." He offers his hand to the man.
Camrad reciprocates with a firm handshake. “Pleasure” he replies simply.
"My name is Advanced Gama Prototype Number 3999F9862-OP793-Class HYR664 from the Mechanical Factory of..." Zaken shook his head, trying to stop Leek from his endless 'name' that would take almost 3 minutes. He needed to yell. "Wow wow... His name is Leek..."
Camrad clenched his jaw slightly as Leek approached him, but otherwise made no hostile movements. “leek” he states dryly, a look of bemusement on his face. “Like the kind you put in soup?”
Now that she had everyone's attention, the girl sucked up her tears and became her normal sassy self. "Hell yes, you can help. That's why I asked you all here. I don't care much about Torch." She hesitated, "I mean I do care but I really just want my dad back. You understand?"
The young girl kept her distance from both Leek and Seven but was very forthcoming with everyone else.
"I mean you all could use the 4,000 gp right. I wish I had more but I don't. Except the free food and lodging.
"You don't need to worry ‘bout the money with me darlin’.” Camrad said with a grin. “I've already got my own reasons for checking out those caves, ‘course I'm more than happy to help find yer Pa while I'm at it.” He grew serious then. “Families important after all.”
She sat down, smile bright enough to dry up her tears, "So where will you go first? Anything I can do?"
Camrad chewed thoughtfully on his wheat stalk before answering. “Hmm, any information you can give us would be delightful. Did yer dad tell you anything about these caves? Anything useful?”
Camrad clenched his jaw slightly as Leek approached him, but otherwise made no hostile movements. “leek” he states dryly, a look of bemusement on his face. “Like the kind you put in soup?”
"Yeah..." Zaken looked a little embarrassed. "...when I first found him, I had not learned Androffan yet and the letters in his left arms seems like LEEK... only after learning I figured out I was reading upside down... but that doesn't matter, he is kind of green and white after all!"
"You don't need to worry ‘bout the money with me darlin’.” Camrad said with a grin. “I've already got my own reasons for checking out those caves, ‘course I'm more than happy to help find yer Pa while I'm at it.” He grew serious then. “Families important after all.”
"And he is right Val, you need not to offer us money to bring Mr. Baine back to you"
She sat down, smile bright enough to dry up her tears, "So where will you go first? Anything I can do?"
"Hm... I think our best lead right now is the robot he brought with him... I'm pretty good with them, right Leek?" Zaken turned his attention to his construct, waiting for him to vouch for him... nothing, not a single word or 'beep'. You little piece of junk... where is your gratitude? After the awkward silence, Zaken continues. "After that, we could seek the town council, just to let them know we will try to find Mr. Baine and also to know if we are the only group... Mr. Baine also found unusual traffic on the Weeping Pond, so it might be useful to look for them and even ask around the nearby houses and then, finally, we enter the caves."
Zaken turned his attention to Val. "And it is better if you stay here Val... it might be dangerous down there and your father once told me that if I hurt you he would cut of my b... fingers..."
Ok great. I intend to recap and move things along later tonight.
If I don't hear anything different, I'll have the group check out the robot first and then go to the council.
Questions?
Game on!
BTW: awesome start on the 'newbies' That's exactly the kind of thing we're looking for here.
"Is that a lot of money?," he whispered into Malka's ear. He was learning all about money, that it was very important. Tolgy had told him they could earn a mountain of it if the purple fire came back. Seven wasn't sure what he would do with a mountain, but he might have liked to buy a horse.
Malka looked at Seven with a look mixed with surprise and pride. His whisper may have been a bit louder than a normal whisper but he was definitely learning. A few weeks ago, he would have never attempted a whisper but just interrupted Val with his question. In answer to his whispered question, the wizard nodded.
"Hm... I think our best lead right now is the robot he brought with him... I'm pretty good with them, right Leek?" Zaken turned his attention to his construct, waiting for him to vouch for him... nothing, not a single word or 'beep'. You little piece of junk... where is your gratitude? After the awkward silence, Zaken continues. "After that, we could seek the town council, just to let them know we will try to find Mr. Baine and also to know if we are the only group... Mr. Baine also found unusual traffic on the Weeping Pond, so it might be useful to look for them and even ask around the nearby houses and then, finally, we enter the caves."
The wizard listened to Zaken sum up there options for how to proceed. "I wouldn't mind joining you to take a look at the semi-humanoid automaton that was found. Any opportunity to learn more and share knowledge should be taken."
Jeyne had kept silent during the initial discussion; Val knew all too well her intentions regarding searching for Khonnir. Instead, she began to take stock of the others as they entered, trying to learn as much as possible about those who would be accompanying her into the caves.
Zaken she knew; indeed, her foster sister's boyfriend had been a frequent presence at the Foundry for some time now, and she knew him to be clever and insightful. His expertise in technology rivals my own; that could prove useful in the caves. And his work on the robot has progressed remarkably. An excellent choice, and an unsurprising one given his history with Val.
And the stranger in green seemed confident in his combat abilities; in direct counterpoint to me. My skill with the spear yet leaves something to be desired. And at that, the familiar undercurrent began: [A spear is a pole weapon consisting of a shaft, usually of wood, with a pointed head. The most common design for hunting or combat spears since ancient times has incorporated a metal spearhead shaped like a triangle, lozenge, or leaf...]
Waving the mental commentary aside, she began to examine the other two sitting around the worn wood table - a study in opposites, the woman's slender grace placed against the man's lumbering stockiness, her calmness against his strained nerves. She had briefly seen the two around Torch from time to time, but they did not often frequent the tavern, which was where Jeyne spent most of her time. And Jeyne had seen his eyes dart away when he entered. It seems he shares the apprehension I often inspire from others. Perhaps with time, familiarity will ease his mind. Until then, I shall let him decide how to continue regarding further interaction.
He puzzled her, however - she couldn't quite identify what race he came from, though a riotous panoply of images flashed through the back of her mind, each with a name behind it.
[Human.] Perhaps in part, but certainly like no other I've ever seen.
[Elf.] The ears would suggest it, but many others share auricle elongation.
[Lizardfolk.] The skin implies such, though one would expect it to cover the creature's entire body - the vertical bifurcation in skin texture and color is unusual.
[Android.]He shares the same mismatch in visual traits as me, and he is the first other I have seen that exhibited it, but I see no bioelectrics.
In truth, the novelty of finally having a question emerge that her past couldn't answer was somewhat refreshing. She became so absorbed in the mystery that she nearly lost track of the conversation; finally, though, Zaken's plans broke through her algorithmic reverie. "I remember Khonnir's comment differently; if I'm correct, he referred not to the digits of the hand, but to genita-"
Right. Open discussion of reproductive anatomy is considered impolite in this culture, especially in a conversation with members of the opposite sex...
As her subconscious began to drone about societal conversational taboos, she got back to the topic at hand. "Zaken's proposal seems logical. Knowledge of Khonnir's most recent discovery could give some indication of what we must prepare to face in following his path, and the Council should be aware of our intentions, so that arrangements can be made and kin can be notified should our demise befall us on the journey." Her comment on the deaths of herself and all those around her is made with no change whatsoever in inflection or tone. "Val, are you aware if Khonnir left any information about his plans? Study notes, perhaps, concerning his findings about the automaton?"
“How y'all folks doin’? I'm Camrad, but if you're here for the same reason as me, all you really need to know is I'm the guy who kills things with pointy sticks from very far away.”
Malka smiled at the newcomer knowing how awkward it could be being new in town. As usual the wizard introduced them both, "My name is Malka and this is Seven."
Malka smiled at the newcomer knowing how awkward it could be being new in town. As usual the wizard introduced them both, "My name is Malka and this is Seven."
Camrad winked at Malka. “Charmed, and likewise to you..uh..Seven right?” he said nodding to Seven. This guy must've drank from the wrong pond or my eyes are playin’ tricks on me.
"Hm... I think our best lead right now is the robot he brought with him... I'm pretty good with them, right Leek?" Zaken turned his attention to his construct, waiting for him to vouch for him... nothing, not a single word or 'beep'. You little piece of junk... where is your gratitude? After the awkward silence, Zaken continues. "After that, we could seek the town council, just to let them know we will try to find Mr. Baine and also to know if we are the only group... Mr. Baine also found unusual traffic on the Weeping Pond, so it might be useful to look for them and even ask around the nearby houses and then, finally, we enter the caves."
“No objections here.” ’cept maybe the bit about the robot, but everyone else is goin’ so hey! Why not.
@Camrad: I have reviewed your stats and have two minor questions.
- why is your longbow damage 1d8+3? and
- did you forget to add your lay on hands ability?
Other than that, I'm good.
Great turn everyone!
Turn 001 is up.
Read the OOC.
Questions, comments, and/or suggestions?
Game on!
Whatever makes sense for a lunch with Val...
When Jeyne emerged to see the automaton menacing Val - her sister - something changed in her mind. Suddenly, every sensation seemed magnified a hundred times. Sounds seemed louder; the gentle breeze seemed to blow with gale force. The metallic tang of the grease that lubricated Leek's joints stung her nostrils; the colors of the scene somehow shifted, fragmenting into hues her own mind could find no name for.
تأتي لي، وتوخي الحذر! she called out - but the strange, clipped sounds that emerged were nothing like what she'd meant to say. She realized the words weren't a warning Val would understand. They were a warning few, if any, in Torch would understand. [The writing found in the space vessels that fell in the Rain of Stars is quite different from any language spoken on Golarion, and little knowledge remains of the Androffan tongue, especially of its spoken form...]
ماذا؟ لماذا ا - she blurted out, a puzzled tone in her voice. Then, where speech failed her, instinct took over. She had stopped at a couple of places and purchased a few things that morning, before her trek to the abandoned hilltop. From her belt, she grabbed one of her finds, a vial that scintillated red and gold, and threw it at the creature with a deft, precise flick of her arm.
@Camrad: I have reviewed your stats and have two minor questions.
- why is your longbow damage 1d8+3? and
- did you forget to add your lay on hands ability?Other than that, I'm good.
As Jeyne started to 'correct' him, he looked at her, gesturing for her to stop... but the damage was already done. Ohhh crap...
After a couple awkward minutes, Zaken finally spoke.
"Hum... Val, I think we should check the notes first, since anything he wrote about the robot could enlighten us more than just look at it..."
At the mention of pie, Zaken forgot all his worries for pie was not only his favorite food, but also a specialty of Val.
Oh, my sweet, delicious pie... I'll forever do whatever Val wants if she just continues to make me pies... 'Oh, I burned your under wares, but here is a pie... no problem!'... 'Oh, I exploded LEEK, but here is another pie... no problem!'...
His delusions were interrupted by his girl's scream and luckily he was quick on his reactions, as was LEEK. Leaving through the kitchen, Zaken saw his girlfriend against the foundry door, being threatened by the robot.
He looked to his side and there were Jeyne and LEEK. He touched LEEK in his metallic arm and rushed forward to put himself between the robot and Val. "Be sure to hit that robot hard LEEK, I'm counting on you!"
And why is Jeyne talking in Androffan?
"Roger, Roger."
Fast for a 'fat' robot, LEEK moved forward, gaining momentum as he run towards the enemy, guided by Zaken's word and driven to defend his 'master'.
LEEK lifted his big metallic fist high and hammered the repair droid right into his weird face, leaving a good indentation.
"Woah der, easy does it!" Tolgy yelled as he dropped low, covering his head with his hands. Seven swung the greatsword easily, as though it were merely a stick, without regard for the dark dwarf standing near him.
Tolgy rolled away, then stood and dusted himself off. His black, greasy hair covered his face and he spat it out of his mouth, clearing it away with his oil-stained hands. He looked up at Seven, a half-grin on his face.
"Ye haf'ta be careful, boy. Be easy wit' da weapon. Treat it like a woman, and it'll love ye longer."
Seven was quite proud, elated to be given such a thing. But he knew what Malka had to say about weapons. They could hurt people. "Malka won't like it," he said.
"Malka's a wise critter--she'll come 'round," replied the dwarf. "Now, let's see if'n we can't scare up some armor for ye..."
Seven sat quietly, half listening to the chatter around him as he thought about the horse he was going to buy. Val's shrill scream startled him, and he practically leaped to his feet.
"Malka stay, it may be the bad people!" he yelled before racing toward the door, his footsteps falling heavily on the floorboards. He squeezed his hands tight, wishing hard that he had the sword Tolgy had given him. But it was back at Tolgy's, for "safekeeping," whatever that meant.
Outside, he saw the bad thing. It reminded him of something familiar and dreaded, something hurtful, something bad. It looked like something the Doctors might sic on him in the big room.
And it was trying to hurt Malka's friend.
Do it, the voice murmered.
And so he did. With a low growl he launched himself toward the bad thing. The world faded to grey, but not the thing. It was now a lovely shade of red.
As he approached he cocked his fist. His armored gauntlet sung as he brought it down directly at the bad thing's head, the way he had learned to do with the Doctors. That made them stop moving real quick, and that was his plan here, too.
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Yes, I think you all are destroying my robot! :)
FYI, I'll be out and about all day and won't be able to post until this evening/night. I intend to recap once I get home.
Thanks Zaken. Can anyone point me to the source for that? I see the language about off hand weapons, but can't seem to find anything about light weapons reducing power attack's damage (Hero Lab calculates it as +2).
Thanks Zaken. Can anyone point me to the source for that? I see the language about off hand weapons, but can't seem to find anything about light weapons reducing power attack's damage (Hero Lab calculates it as +2).
Not a problem!
Actions 1:
“Nope. If he did they are probably in his room. We can through his room after you all look at that ugly piece of metal he brought back if you like.”
Malka was excited at the prospect of being able to see Khonnir's workspace. "I would very much like to take a look at the semi-humanoid automaton that was found. If your dad left any notes that would also be quite informative. Any opportunity to learn more and share knowledge should be taken."
Action 2:
Malka hesitated when Seven told her to stay. As the others ran out of the tavern she thought what am I doing? and she took off after the others.
As soon as she exited the door, she took in the scene.
With the help of Blu, she was able to see that Val was bleeding. "Quickly, it seems to have actually attacked Val because she's bleeding."
Camrad spat out his wheat before leveling his bow at the walking scrapheap and fitting an arrow. “Hey ugly! Hands off the little lady!” he said right before letting fly his arrow, aiming for the exposed area of it's chassis.
The arrow disapeared into the robots torso, accompanied by a flash and audible hissing sound. "Gee, I hope I didn't break anything important." he said with a smirk. Hopefully, that got his attention
Oh gm! Robot needs to succeed at a DC 13 Fort save to avoid being staggered 1 round (staggering strike). I got so excited I forgot :).
Oh gm! Robot needs to succeed at a DC 13 Fort save to avoid being staggered 1 round (staggering strike). I got so excited I forgot :).
Assuming its still alive you mean?