SR's - Great Southern Isles (PbP) (Inactive)

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High-Power Pathfinder Homespun Game


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Straehan wrote:
"An optimist, how refreshing." Strae regards Orin, "It sounds like you know something about the staff here. Have you been here often?"

I don't know if I'd call myself an optimist. I mean, I never said we have a good chance of lasting a minute if we get attacked, hehe. And yeah, I've been here a bit, enough times to hear the tick-tock, at least.

When he sees the puzzlement on the companions' faces, he gestures to the clock, adding:

Frequent guests can hear the ticking of the clock, signifying that doors to other planes are opening. Real regulars can even track the sound to specific doors, but I can't do that...yet. As for the staff, yonder Kat is one of many temporary servers hear, who rotate in as the joint rotates to different planes. Oh, and the wolf works here too, for what it's worth.

Jayse wrote:
'Kat' Dansing wrote:
"Which faculties don't you mind losing?" She's wearing a smile but her question is sincere.

Jayse considers with a dubious look, "Um.. honestly, I just want to try something new, but I don't really want to be fuzzy-minded or clumsy-limbed, if that makes any sense."

He turns back to the conversation, listening to Orin's perspective on the intersection of the intellectual and the martial. So close and yet so far from the teachings of the Calm.

Orin wrote:
"Anyway, I'm not sure I answered your question, but if I speak much longer without taking a breath you'll probably think I'm rude. So there you have it."

"Well, it was a good answer, so maybe Straehan just asked the wrong question?" He looks over at Strae, "Wait.. don't blind-dust me, bro."

Strae wrote:
"Well, Jayse, you were planning on playing cat-and-mouse with Kilchrist at midnight. Despite our general lack of intent, Master Orin, our adventures often become deadly and trouble does seems to dog our footsteps."
"I am. I guess I thought we were talking about what we were doing here in Crossroads. Did Bitiborium have a plan or proposition for us? Or is he just being nice. It's so hard to tell sometimes." After a drink, he swirls the ice in the bottom of the glass, "Orin, you have any experience in roof-top cat-and-mouse games?"

Orin seems both puzzled and intrigued at Jayse's question.

Can't say that I do, unless I've heard it called by another name. What do you mean, exactly?


Rat Bastard, Cheeky Monkey, Sly Fox, <insert anthropomorphic animal metaphor here>

Expanding a bit on Orin's first point. He is capable of hearing the clock ticking when he's on another plane of existence, as the door to Crossroads is about to 'land' in that plane. You can all hear the clock while in Crossroads.


Sorry, should have read that PM again before posting that, hehe


Rat Bastard, Cheeky Monkey, Sly Fox, <insert anthropomorphic animal metaphor here>

Don't worry about it. I shotgunned a lot of info at you... er... I mean that was the only information I sent your way. :)


Rat Bastard, Cheeky Monkey, Sly Fox, <insert anthropomorphic animal metaphor here>

Crossroads Fun:
Anomaly?: 1d100 ⇒ 98 Yes
Cascade?: 1d100 ⇒ 54 No
Door #: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Severity: 1d5 ⇒ 3


Rat Bastard, Cheeky Monkey, Sly Fox, <insert anthropomorphic animal metaphor here>

Perception Checks, please.


1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28


Orin's back is turned and Straehan appears fascinated with Filch.
28 ain't gonna do it.

Perception 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28


STONE-FACED KILLA

Jayse takes his second swallow, smacking his lips before fluttering his widened eyes like he's trying to clear his vision. He gives everyone a very focused look, like he's kind of looking at and through you at the same time. "Huh… well that's weird." He squints up at Kat, "So is this stuff actually doing something to me? I mean… other than the visual pyrotechnics?"

Orin wrote:
"Can't say that I do, unless I've heard it called by another name. What do you mean, exactly?"

Jayse blinks a few times as he tries to focus on the man -- his suddenly psychedelic hair now a super-distraction -- and pitches his voice low, "I don't know that I have another name for it. There's just a stable boy with an interesting background who apparently takes night-time jaunts on the thieves' highway... the rooftops. I just want to see if I can piggy-back on his travels to get a 'lay of the land' from his perspective, if that makes any sense. Okay, Kat… this stuff is just plain fun."

Perception 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (11) + 16 = 27. 27's higher than 28, right?


Right!

The buxom bartendress smiles. "Your head will never hit the table if you're drinking that. Sort of the opposite of your traditional hooch. Just don't drink too many. Hallucinations of Acid-Vomiting Devil Monkeys do sometimes occur... and you don't want to mistake another patron for one of those and haul off on them."


Perception 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18


Straehan knocks back a shot of something that makes him shiver uncontrollably for a moment and then eyes the uncharacteristically quiet blonde. "Hey 'Shari! What's the matter? Someone spilled a drink on you? Jealous of Orin's hair?"

He waves to Kat to bring him another Shiver Shot.

"Gah! Where are my manners?" He looks at Filch, "Get I get you something to drink?"


STONE-FACED KILLA

Jayse finishes the first glass and slides it back towards Kat, "So how many would be too many? Ya know, for a guy like me?" Even as he asks the question, he points to the glass for a refill.

He seems unaware of his heel mercilessly tapping the wooden floor at high speed.


Straehan wrote:

Straehan knocks back a shot of something that makes him shiver uncontrollably for a moment and then eyes the uncharacteristically quiet blonde. "Hey 'Shari! What's the matter? Someone spilled a drink on you? Jealous of Orin's hair?"

He waves to Kat to bring him another Shiver Shot.

"Gah! Where are my manners?" He looks at Filch, "Get I get you something to drink?"

Orin translates the gnome's question to Filch and the weasel gestures wildly, squeaking expressively.

He says he's hungry, and he'll take some mice or eggs if you have them. Then again, he's pretty much always hungry.


STONE-FACED KILLA

Jayse's intense stare at Kat shifts to Filch, and he whispers, "Why does your weasel look like music?"


Jayse wrote:
Jayse's intense stare at Kat shifts to Filch, and he whispers, "Why does your weasel look like music?"

I'm thinking it has something to do with your drink choice. Mind if I take a look at your glass for a second?

If Jayse complies, Orin will cast Detect Magic on the remnants of the drink and on the glass itself.

Spellcraft 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23


Straehan motions Kat over. "You wouldn't happen to have mice or eggs behind the bar, would you? My drinking companion is abstaining from hard liquor."

The gnome only catches the end of the monk's comment. LOOKS like music? Uh oh...


Rat Bastard, Cheeky Monkey, Sly Fox, <insert anthropomorphic animal metaphor here>

Orin - it's a non-magical drink but that is not to say that it doesn't have some interesting effects. :)


I knew I should have memorized Detect Drugs today. ;-)


STONE-FACED KILLA
Straehan wrote:
Straehan motions Kat over. "You wouldn't happen to have mice or eggs behind the bar, would you? My drinking companion is abstaining from hard liquor."

Jayse looks up, "She's got some halfling-sized rats back home... well... in her home.. well... i think it's her home. Or is this her home?"


HP: 51/79 | | Anatomist (+1 to confirm Crits) | | Fav. Enemy +4 = Humans, Half-Humans, Undead

"I'll have one of those," Jofram says, pointing to Jayse's glass.


STONE-FACED KILLA
Jofram wrote:
"I'll have one of those," Jofram says, pointing to Jayse's glass.

Jayse nods sagely, "They're limey!"


Kat returns with an egg the size of a breadloaf and places the massive prize before the ferret, on a clean bar-towel so it doesn't roll away.

"You'd be surprised how many drinks require egg whites."

Jayse wrote:
Jayse finishes the first glass and slides it back towards Kat, "So how many would be too many? Ya know, for a guy like me?"

Kat slides Sunrise Angsts to Jofram and Jayse. She evaluates the monk briefly, "I think this one hits your limit, friend."

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24


Elsie:
19/19, 18 AC Touch 14 FF 15, FS +5, RS +6, WS +2, Perception +5 (+7 adjacent to Ambrose)

*dives head first into the egg, eating voraciously*

Hey, cut me some slack with the avatar. I did the best I could. :-)


Rat Bastard, Cheeky Monkey, Sly Fox, <insert anthropomorphic animal metaphor here>

Slack cut. :)


Straehan downs his second shot and shivers like a dog shaking water from its fur. Seeing that he's half in-the-bag and his small, furry comrade is well taken care of... Strae's natural curiosity gets the best of him. He up-ends and plants his empty shot glass on the bar before he slides off the stool, a little unsteadily. Smoothing his robe and ensuring the mandarin collar is straight, he makes his way toward the Horned Devil.

When he gets the massive devil's attention, he says confidently. "I'm Straehan, s'nice to meet you. You're a Malebranche, are you not? S'fascinating. I'd like to try this arm-wrasslin'... with you."

The 9' Devil bares his fangs in what could be a grin or something less pleasant. Several of the patrons watching the competition start to snicker. The Malebranche silences them with a glare, "Alright, little one. We will try and we will see."

S's Know: Planes 20 + 12 = 32 Take 20 - Lore Master
D's Perception (on Strae's state) 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (6) + 24 = 30
D's Sense Motive (on Strae's motivations) 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (14) + 21 = 35


This is not going to end well, . Orin whispers to the others.

Jofram, 'Shari--who wants to start timing that minute?

He then speaks in the strange tongue again and Filch, face covered in yolk, scurries back across the bar and dives into Orin's pocket.


STONE-FACED KILLA
Kat wrote:
""I think this one hits your limit, friend."

"Fair enough," Jayse says as he grabs up the drink, tipping it back in one quick motion.

He spins around on his stool to follow Strae's path to the… spiky dude… the momentum from his push-off carries him in an extra full rotation, but Jayse hardly seems to notice. Somehow the drink all stays in the glass. He finishes the second Angst with one big swallow, the glass clinking top-down on the bar before he gives Orin an elbow in the side and a sideways grin, "This should be good. It's always amusing… well, or it turns into some kind of terrible brawl. But either way…"

Speaking of which…

Jayse's hand fishes into one of his pockets, pulling out a nearly-black stone the size of the end of his thumb. With a quick look around the bar, he holds it up nearly an inch in front of the center of his brow. After a second, his hand drops, but the dark stone hangs in front of his forehead, mirroring the movements of his head.

He stands waiting for whatever plan Strae has cooked up. What he'd glimpsed as some flash of mental energy from the first sip had built to a full-blown maelstrom of sensation running from eyes to ears, along his limbs and into the end of every extremity. It was as if the entire room was carrying some kind of electrical current, and Jayse was the lightning rod.

It was energy begging to be used somehow.


Know: Planes

The logistics of an arm-wrestling matching between a 3'8", 40lb gnome and a 9'9", 700lb devil are wondrous. In the end, Straehan finds himself standing on the arm-wrestling table, pitting his entire body against the Devil's wrestling arm. The fight is brutally short. At 'go' the devil bears down, crushing the gnome and dropping him to a knee. Straehan attempts to rally and manages to regain his feet by leaning in with all his might (and probably a bit of charity from the Devil who is trying to suppress his laughter). The Devil's arm move incrementally towards the centerline. Straehan has just a moment to breathe and flash a smile at his small accomplishment when the Devil really puts in a effort to win. In an eyeblink, Straehan is flat on his back staring up at the ceiling high above, his head ringing from the blow with the table. Patrons laugh and applaud the effort. The Malebranche nods at his vanquished adversary.

rolls:
S's STR: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1
D's STR: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

S's STR: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15
D's STR: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

S's STR: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1
D's STR: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15


The gnome rolls off the table and stretches the muscles in his back - every one of them strained. He bows politely to the Devil and winces at the effort. "Thank you for the lesson. Now, I shall find a comely Cloud Giant and f@c< her."

Even the Malebranche is surprised by this announcement and howls its laughter... a distinctly chilling sound.

Strae smiles and heads into the crowd slowly and stiffly, clearly suffering more wounds to his body than his pride. He stumbles into Jayse and Orin. "OK, that was a really stupid idea... but how many can claim chatting with, let alone arm-wrestlin', a Devil?" It seems the blows to his body and head have had a sobering effect.


STONE-FACED KILLA

Jayse's speech is faster than normal, "Strae, I hope you take this as the compliment that it's meant to be... but that was kind of a let-down."


The pint-sized Sorcerer furrows his brows, confused. "Why? Were you expectin' me to win? I think I did alright for that half-a-heartbeat in the middle."


Ushari breaks away from a pleasant daydream she was having (involving herself intertwined with a handsome man with long white hair, with a skeletal bodyguard watching over the two lovers) as she notices first Straehan then Jayse moving towards the Horned Devil.

Glancing at the half full wineglass in front of her, then shooting a look at the table where the massive devil stands chuckling loudly. She shifts slightly in her seat. A decision is made...

Quickly waving Kat over to her, she says "I will get a shot of the strongest whiskey you have...NO...make that a DOUBLE!"


19 Years Old


Ushari Velnokal wrote:
Quickly waving Kat over to her, she says "I will get a shot of the strongest whiskey you have...NO...make that a DOUBLE!"

The red-head looks concerned, "You sure you wanna do that? We have stuff that kicks like a enraged Titan. Rumor has it, they even had a Titan come in once to test the theory."

Whatever your choice... Kat shrugs, pours a thimble-full of a brown liquor and pushes it in front of the cleric.


STONE-FACED KILLA

"Eh. Fair enough. I just kind of expect an ace to always be up that sleeve." He hitches his shoulers, "Is it hot in here? It feels hot in here."


Straehan grimaces, "I don't think I have enough aces up these sleeves to win that fight... and cheating might have upset that fellow. I may be drunk and stupid, but I'm not suicidal."


'Kat' Dansing wrote:
The red-head looks concerned, "You sure you wanna do that? We have stuff that kicks like a enraged Titan. Rumor has it, they even had a Titan come in once to test the theory."

Ushari gives the redhead a pointed look, "Do you see who I travel with??"

As Kat pushes the drink in front of her, she picks up the shotglass and downs it in one gulp.


Rat Bastard, Cheeky Monkey, Sly Fox, <insert anthropomorphic animal metaphor here>
Jayse wrote:
"Is it hot in here? It feels hot in here."

This cracked me up. Well played, sir!


STONE-FACED KILLA

"A handful of damn-fine fellas, that's what." Jayse gives Jofram and Orin a grin, his blood pounding in his head, "So, teacher-man, tracker-boy, what should we do now?"


Ushari Velnokal wrote:
Ushari gives the redhead a pointed look, "Do you see who I travel with??"

Kat's eyes wander to Jofram, who is moving through the crowd, desire evident. "Yes, I do." She sighs a little and pours herself a thimble-full of the Titan Kicker as well. She holds her glass near Ushari's, "So what are we drinking to?"


STONE-FACED KILLA

Jayse, still waiting on a response from the guys, shoots a look back at Kat and Ushari,"So what's the card game? I mean, other than a seemingly quick trip into a furnace?"


You know what, I'll take one of those Sunrise Angsts please, if we're going to toast.


After our toast, I think we should find Bit and pick a door. What do you say?


'Kat' Dansing wrote:
Kat's eyes wander to Jofram, who is moving through the crowd, desire evident. "Yes, I do." She sighs a little and pours herself a thimble-full of the Titan Kicker as well. She holds her glass near Ushari's, "So what are we drinking to?"

Usahri gived the redhead a sympathetic look. "I say we drink to MEN! AAND the trouble they get into...although we care for them still."


Ushari Velnokal wrote:
Ushari gives the redhead a sympathetic look. "I say we drink to MEN! AAND the trouble they get into...although we care for them still."

Kat nods, quite willing to accept that toast. She glances at Jofram and says quietly, "If he'd call me 'trouble' than I'll definitely drink to that."

She clinks the tiny glasses with Ushari and slugs down the liquor. She immediately leans over and grips the bar, the drink living up to its namesake.

For Ushari, the liquor rolls smoothly down her throat with a pleasant nutmeg-like woody taste... that transmogrifies into a snarling lava-based Demon that sucker-punches every one of her internal organs on the way down. It triggers the release of endorphins to damp the flash-pain and leaves the blonde sweaty and completely euphoric.


Kat wipes the instant perspiration from her forehead with a bar towel and then pours another set of doubles for herself and Ushari, since the gentlemen are arriving for a toast.


Jayse wrote:
Jayse, still waiting on a response from the guys, shoots a look back at Kat and Ushari,"So what's the card game? I mean, other than a seemingly quick trip into a furnace?"

Kat smiles. "Ever heard of an artifact called the Deck of Many Things? Well, that game is played with the Deck's Grandpappy - the Tarot of Wonder - 78 cards to bliss or damnation. I don't exactly know the rules but only the highest and lowest hands 'win'. And then a card from each of those hands gets pulled randomly. The Winner and Loser have to accept the card dealt. The Loser can fight the influence of the card... and sometimes they walk away no worse for wear. Other times, depending the card, they aren't so lucky."


Rat Bastard, Cheeky Monkey, Sly Fox, <insert anthropomorphic animal metaphor here>

You all reassemble near the bar, drinks in hand, ready for a toast and, potentially, to consider Orin's suggestion.


HP: 51/79 | | Anatomist (+1 to confirm Crits) | | Fav. Enemy +4 = Humans, Half-Humans, Undead

Oh, my... Am I brave enough for this, I wonder?

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