Wandering the Wasted North Gameplay Thread

Game Master That GM Guy!

DEFENSE
AC X, touch X, flat-footed X (+X armor, +2 Dex)
hp 30 (3d8 + 6)
Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +2
Defensive Abilities: Fortified skeleton (light fortification vs. criticals)

OFFENSE
Speed 30 ft.
Melee
Ranged Bombs +4 (2d4+4, range increment 20’, 7/day)
Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft.

Typical Alchemist MAD SCIENCE Prepared (CL 3; concentration +7)

1st- cure light wounds, jump, shield, stone fist
(Dex mutagen)

STATISTICS
Str 12, Dex 15, Con 14, Int 18, Wis 8, Cha 10
Base Atk +2; CMB +3; CMD 15
Feats (Martial Weapon Proficiency: Advanced Pistols), Iron Will
Skills Acrobatics +9, Craft (alchemy) +12, Diplomacy +8, Disable Device +8, Electronics +6, Heal +5, Knowledge (science) +12, Knowledge (technology) +10, Knowledge (nature) +8, Stealth +4, Perception +3
Languages English, French, German, Ancient Greek, Latin
Traits
Reckless: +1 to Acrobatics (now a class skill)
Killer: Trait bonus to damage equal to weapon’s crit. modifier on successful critical hit
Background Doctor
[spoiler=Synth species qualities]
Humanoid: Despite having some mechanical parts, synths are mostly biological, and are considered humanoids, not constructs.
+2 Constitution, +2 Intelligence, -2 Charisma: Synths’ robotic bones and brains make them tough and intelligent, but their personalities are programed and may seem a little “off.”
Medium: Synths are Medium creatures and have no bonuses or penalties due to their size.
Normal Speed: Synths have a base speed of 30 feet.
Accelerated Healing: Synths heal 2 hit points per character level when they undergo natural healing, instead of the normal 1 per level.
Fortified Skeleton: Because of their artificial skeleton, whenever a synth suffers a critical hit, there’s a 25% chance that they take only regular damage from the attack. Additionally, synths take damage from falls as though they fell 10ft less.
Original Programming: Choose two skills. Synths gain a +2 racial bonus to each skill, and always treat these skills as class skills. Chosen: Diplomacy, Knowledge (science)
Computer Sympathy: Because of their artificial intelligence synths gain a +4 bonus on any skill checks involving artificial intelligence.

Wasteland Tinkerer: Most people see the heaps of metal and rubble strewn across the Wastes as garbage, but to a mechanic like you, it's a veritable treasure trove! With the right materials, you can craft some very high-quality goods... even if they blow up every now and then.
--Master Tinker: +1 Disable Device and Knowledge (engineering) checks;
--Craftsman: +2 to all Craft and Profession checks to craft armor, weapons, and ammunition; automatically proficient with any weapon you craft.

Sometime after the apocalypse
Mortem was awoken just three years ago in that same hidden lab. He was found by a group of Simians that called themselves the Gathers. The leader of them was called Primus and he told Mortem how things have changed. To Mortems sadness he found his friend’s skeleton and all the other scientist bones scattered in the ruins of the lab. As this did hurt to wake up to this world he was told about the Simian settlement in Minnesota and that they would take him there to live a new life.
The journey has been hard and Mortem has learned a lot about his powers and the Simians in his travels with them. Then they were attacked and Mortem fell down into a river. He woke up washed up on the river bank how long it’s been since his fall he did not know. Getting up and gathering what he could he set out again determined to get to the Simian settlement he was told of…

N Medium Humanoid (Simian)
Init +8{+4dex,+4 improve Initiative}; Senses Perception +8
-------------------------------=DEFENSE=-------------------------------
AC: 10, Touch: 10, Flat-Footed: 10 (+0 armor, +4 dex, +0 shield,+0 NA,+0 Magic)
HP: 30 {+3d10,+0Con}
Fort: +1, {+1Base,+0Con}
Reflex: +7, {+3Base,+4Dex}
Will: +7,{+3Base,+4Wis}
CMD 10 {+ Base + Str + Dex + size + misc}
-------------------------------=OFFENSE=-------------------------------
Speed: 30 ft. Climb:20 ft
CMB: +0; {+ Base +Str + size + misc}
Base Atk: +3;
Melee:+5{+3Base,+2Str}
Ranged:+9{+3Base,+4Dex,+1WF,+1 Magic}

--Melee:+5

--Ranged:+9
---Long range custom Pistol 100ft: 1d6+1 {19-20x2}
---Medium range custom Pistol 60ft: 1d8+1 {19-20x2}
---Short range shotgun 20ft: 1d10+5 {19-20x2}
-------------------------------=STATISTICS=-------------------------------
Str: 14, Dex: 18, Con: 11, Int: 8, Wis: 18, Cha: 8

-------------------------=Traits=----------------------
-=Awaken from stasis=-
-=Never Stop Shooting=-

----------------=Drawbacks=-----------------
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----------------=Race Traits=-------------------

Ability: +2 Strength, +2 Dexterity, -2 Intelligence: Simians are quick and
strong, but on average slightly less intelligent than humans.
Medium: Simians are Medium creatures and have no
bonuses or penalties due to their size.
Normal Speed: Simians have a base speed of 30 feet.
Low-Light Vision: Simians can see twice as far as humans in
conditions of dim light.
Climber: Simians have a climb speed of 20ft, and gain the +8
racial bonus on Climb checks that a climb speed grants.
Improved Initiative: Simians gain -=Improved Initiative=- as a
bonus feat.
Natural Athletes: Simians gain a +2 racial bonus on
Acrobatics checks, and Acrobatics and Climb are always
considered class skills.
Nimble Faller: Simians land on their feet even when they
take lethal damage from a fall. Furthermore, they gain a +1 bonus
to their CMD against trip attempts.
Languages: Simians begin by knowing one language based
on the area they came from (those beginning in the former USA
typically speak English). Those with high Intelligences score may
learn any other languages.

--------------=Feats=-----------------
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-=Extra Blade skill=-Focused Offense:As long as the soulknife maintains psionic focus, she adds her Wisdom modifier to her attack and damage rolls instead of her Strength modifier.
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---------------=Skills=- (9 points; 12 class, -3 INT)---------------
Acrobatics***(Dex)____+10{+1rank,+4Dex,+2Race,+3ICS}
Autohypnosis** (Wis)-----+8{+1rank,+4Wis,+3ICS}
Appraise(Int)____+0{+0rank,-1Int}
Bluff(Cha)____+0{+0rank,-1Cha}
Climb***(Str)____+14{+1rank,+2Str,+8Race,+3ICS}
Craft** (Int)____+0{+0rank,-1Int,+3ICS}
Diplomacy(Cha)____+0{+0rank,-1Cha}
Disable Device____+0{+0rank,+4Dex}
Disguise (Cha)____+0{+0rank,-1Cha}
Escape Artist*(Dex)____+0{+0rank,+4Dex}
Fly*(Dex)____+0{+0rank,+4Dex}
Handle Animal (Wis)____+0{+0rank,+4Wis}
Heal(Wis)____+0{+0rank,+4Wis}
Intimidate(Cha)____+0{+0rank,+0Cha}
Knowledge (Technology)(Int)____+0{+0rank,-1Int}
Knowledge (Dungeoneering)(Int)____+0{+0rank,-1Int}
Knowledge (Engineering)(Int)____+0{+0rank,-1Int}
Knowledge (Geography)(Int)____+0{+0rank,-1Int}
Knowledge (History)(Int)____+0{+0rank,-1Int}
Knowledge (Local)(Int)____+0{+0rank,-1Int}
Knowledge (Nature)(Int)____+0{+0rank,-1Int}
Knowledge (Nobility)(Int)____+0{+0rank,-1Int}
Knowledge (Science) (Int)____+0{+0rank,-1Int}
Knowledge (psionics)**(Int)_____+4{+2rank,-1Int,+3ICS}
Knowledge (Religion) (Int)____+0{+0rank,-1Int}
Linguistics(Int)____+0{+0rank,-1Int}
Perception**(Wis)____+8{+1rank,+4Wis,+3ICS}
Perform(Cha)____+0{+0rank,-1Cha}
Profession**(Wis)____+0{+0rank,+4Wis,+3ICS}
Ride*(Dex)____+0{+0rank,+4Dex}
Sense Motive(Wis)____+0{+0rank,+4Wis}
Sleight of Hand*(Dex)____+0{+0rank,+4Dex}
Spellcraft(Int)____+0{+0rank,-1Int}
Stealth*** (Dex)____+8{+1rank,+4Dex,+3ICS}
Survival(Wis)____+6{+1rank,+4Wis}
Swim***(Str)____+6{+1rank,+2Str,+3ICS}
Electronics(Cha)____+0{+0rank,-1Int}

ACP -0

*ACP applies to these skills
**In Class Skill Bonus +3
-=Non-Standard Skill Bonuses=-
Race:+8Climb,+2 Acrobatics
-=Languages=- Common

------------------------------=1st (0/day)=------------------------------

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-=Carrying Capacity=-
Light 0-33 lb. Medium 34-67 lb. Heavy 68-100 lb.
-=Current Load Carried=- 0 lb.

-=Money=- 0 GP 0 SP 0 CP

Sometime after the apocalypse
Mortem was awoken just three years ago in that same hidden lab. He was found by a group of Simians that called themselves the Gathers. The leader of them was called Primus and he told Mortem how things have changed. To Mortems sadness he found his friend’s skeleton and all the other scientist bones scattered in the ruins of the lab. As this did hurt to wake up to this world he was told about the Simian settlement in Minnesota and that they would take him there to live a new life.
The journey has been hard and Mortem has learned a lot about his powers and the Simians in his travels with them. Then they were attacked and Mortem fell down into a river. He woke up washed up on the river bank how long it’s been since his fall he did not know. Getting up and gathering what he could he set out again determined to get to the Simian settlement he was told of…

Her earliest memory is of waking to flickering half-light, a first indication that something was wrong. It would take a few minutes for her memory to catch up, but her basic functions had already reached the conclusion that wherever she was, the facility was compromised. As she swung herself out of her pod, she noticed that its identifying panel had been partially defaced, the research subject number C1R6 crossed out, with “Circe” added beneath in crude paint. A locker dragged over to the foot of her pod contained only some travelling clothes, a lab coat, and, incongruously enough, an old-fashioned black doctor’s bag. She began to remember…

It took her a while to make her way from the service tunnels to where she ought to have been, her home lab, which she found in utter disarray. Someone had torn through it in a hurry, and didn’t want to leave much behind. What little she was able to find of her dossier gave her vital statistics only, the record of her growth and the process of her programming, with the exception of the notation “Special Aide to the Ambassador” on the last remaining page, before what should have followed was torn away.

Moving cautiously through the maze of rooms, trying not to jump at the sound of rats or other things, she considered the propriety, and appreciated the nerve, of rebuilding a secret bunker under a monument to a cold war past, and the irony of something going wrong in a place that could not, of course, exist.

Gabrielle does not like to talk about what she found on her way through the main residential unit of the base, nor in the armoury where she picked up a sidearm for self-defence. All she has to say about it is, “They called it ‘The Fun Bunker’ when they were through with it. You can still see it written in the traces of blood on the walls.”

The reality of how the world had changed only really sank in, however, after she had driven herself, fortified by her inhuman metabolism, through the unnaturally desolate late spring woods and overgrown fields, and seen the charred and weathered ruins of Ottawa on the horizon.

She imagines she may well have wandered until even she gave in to starvation or to madness, had a band of freaks not discovered her and helped her get her bearings. There might not have been much to target further east, but the prevailing winds, after a hundred years of radioactive rain, had ensured that there was little left to interest any humans, or human lookalikes. Instead they pointed her southwest and wished her godspeed to find the River, if she wanted to look for anything approaching civilization.

Since then, Gabrielle has seen wonders that her programming could never have prepared her for, including the twinned feudal courts of Kingstown and Queenston, the latter guarding the greatest trove of lore for hundreds of kilometres - the ruins of a pre-war library, the unlikely Arcadia of Princelea, the decadent military dictatorship of Borden, and the icy abandoned depths of SNO+. She has made her way on the strength of her skills as a doctor and a scientist, her knowledge of classified military technology from her own time rocketing her still further beyond the average level of the people she has met, and, occasionally, as a sinisterly dexterous killer.

She can still remember the first sapient life she took, her programming overriding the Hippocratic Oath that she knows she swore, but in the years that followed it became clear that some error had been introduced into her programming. Properly speaking, she should have felt no remorse at shedding the guise of healer, and indeed, after further introspection, Gabrielle has reached the conclusion that a built-in Oath can have no force, but her respect for the principle, even if she feels she cannot live up to it, is a clear aberration. In addition, something else preys upon Gabrielle’s mind, because even beyond the expected effects of the loss of innocence and the confrontation with death, she has become obsessed with cheating oblivion, finding a way, if all else fails, to recreate herself.

And so, she meditates on the possibility of a pilgrimage in search of now legendary centres of science in the far west, rumoured to have survived the Great War, their names reduced to garbled markers of lost glories: Light, Triumph. If they have survived, what advances might have been made while she slept? Nonetheless, knowing that it is a fool’s errand to try to cross the prairies, infested with barbarians and slavers, Gabrielle bides her time among the Axe Tribe at the edge of what was once Ontario, making plans that she hope will maximize her chance for survival, while offering her healing skills to those in need. When the Council of the Ligfor Band approached her about a special mission to the Santloose Band, the possibility that she might also be able to work a trip to Scrap City from there with some adventurous souls crossed her mind. After all, who knows what treasures might still be found there, including a name that almost all have forgotten, and even Gabrielle can hardly name in a whisper – Fermilab.

Inscrutably, because after all Gabrielle is not human, and it shows in other ways. Though she can be gentle and kind, especially when actually treating a patient, and displays a variety of interests, she is puzzled by changes of subject and context that a human would meet with aplomb, and at such moments her personality may find it difficult to keep up in natural human ways. While capable of a stubborn focus, when under great stress she is susceptible to distraction as her enhanced senses are overloaded by stimuli. At such moments she is apt to be abrupt, her programming designed to help her to keep her charges moving in case of danger. Her programming also includes a knowledge of and interest in the history of medicine as part of her guise as the sort of doctor who might be attached to a diplomat’s retinue, giving her a historical perspective rare in the world after the last Great War.

Though she initially preferred to be addressed as Dr. Circe, she realized early on that the title was appreciated differently in the more primitive conditions of the societies that had emerged after the Great War, and so normally goes by Circe. She acquired her given name as a gift from a friend during a briefly happy time in her travels, and she uses it among those whom chance makes her travelling companions for longer periods of time, though she sometimes bridles at perceived excessive familiarity. Only a scant handful of people have the privilege of calling her Gabrielle and knowing her initial designation, C1R6, a sign of trust that she can share with them her experiences as a lone synth out of her time.

She sat under a large rock, the day was hot and sun high, all around was brown dry plans. To one side her Gecko came back, it had the tail of something protruding out of its mouth. Snake other lizard, she did not know or care. her large hat was over her face and the only thing she could hear was the light wind and the odd fly. Having the ability to kill with a taught was very handy when dealing with fly's. The ones that came close fell to the ground dead after a few moments. She had been here 4 days, Sleeping in the day looking out at night. She had made her camp under the stone, where someone, but the looks of the rusted cans, Pre-great war must have set one and done the same. But the looks of it there must have been a lake here once. Fishing trip, Family burning if food. She had heard the story's, read many old books. Even seen a flicker once, it was about a man being chased by a man-bird, Plan, at a crossroads. It did not last long, but they had things back then. O they still had wheelers, But back then they where all knew and shiny. She did not cook, she did not need to eat, one of her gifts meant she could thing of her own body and replenish it. She smiled at the thought of the big word. When a child they picked up on her smarts after she ready every book in the town school house. She had read every book she had got her hands on after that. Even while being training as Law. She had the gift like a few and so became a Truth seeker. As the Law she had the right of metering out judicial punishment. This was what she was trying to do now, like most times it meant waiting, Hunting the criminal down. She was here because some 10 clicks away was a small scraper site, in it was a men she wanted to talk to, but she had to wait. A trading caravan was loading there this week but tomorrow it would head out and the man she wanted would be all but alone. Then she and he could have a little jawing.

She zapped another fly and feel back asleep.

A day later she had a location.

"Minnesota"