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He looks over at the windows. "I don't think we'll have luck getting those two to shut up. Closer noises might help, though. Get them to come bump into the door instead. Come on, one or two of you come with me to do that." He goes to the door in the room south of B10 and starts banging on it.
I'm curious where you got those stat lines from. The Great Wyrms I know of have stat lines much more similar to yours. I think we're fine with the stats as-is. More would mostly be rounding-out our weaker stats. I'm pretty much done with Kit's build, other than the monumental job of deciding what to spend money on. So I'm going to ignore that and work on Greta instead. :D Also, have some backstory: Xihe Kitaro, often known as Kit Vulpik ("I know, I was young, I thought I was clever, and I overestimated my grasp of Taldane"), is a native of Lingshen in Tian Xia. His family was a prosperous and large one--he is the youngest of nine children. While he loved his family, he was a restless child, and only grew more restless as he neared adulthood, feeling he was being overly coddled as the youngest. And so in secret he planned a grand adventure, a trip over the Crown of the World to distant Avistan. What might be most surprising to just about everyone is that he succeeded in his foolhardy plan. It was partway across the Crown of the World that he learned that adventure was far harder and scarier than he'd thought... but by then it was far too late to turn back. He managed to survive the trip, and spent some time wandering Avistan, not having planned a way back home beyond repeating the trip across the Crown of the World... a trip he now had no desire to ever take again. Eventually he ended up in Taldor, where he got swept up in the events of the Reign of Winter adventure path. It was while infiltrating Irrisen's capital of Whitethrone that Kit met his future wife Greta. As a native shapeshifter with a charismatic bearing, he was the natural choice to implement the plan of pretending to be a human-shifted Winter Wolf to enter the Howling district of Whitethrone, where such wolves could take human forms. Greta was a guard at the gate, and saw in the the newcomer a handsome potential fling. Not wanting to blow his cover, Kit agreed to a date. Perhaps it was the same adrenaline junky tendencies that had first set him on this path that made the experience of a date with a man-eating wolf woman so... exciting that after an enjoyable first date he agreed to a second... and to further reveal the truth of who and what he was during that second. While Greta wasn't exactly pleased to have been deceived, she was surprisingly willing to keep up the relationship (she claims it was the tails), and even join in the secret rebellion against Queen Elvanna. During the course of their further adventures, the two fought together many times, growing closer through their experiences. By the time they finally succeeded in slaying Elvanna and releasing Baba Yaga to end the ritual that would extend Irrisen's eternal winter to all of Golarion, the two were inseparable, so no one was particularly surprised when they wed on their return to Irrisen. Since then the two have worked together to transform Irrisen into a republic where all sapient species--even those usually considered monsters--can live in peace with each other. That they've made even tenuous progress towards this ambitious goal is possible largely because the two of them have repeatedly proven themselves capable of beating anyone who makes a fuss within an inch of their lives--without even breaking a sweat. Even bearing a litter of cubs has hardly slowed them down. Now, they're turning their attention towards ending Irrisen's eternal winter... a goal that may well put them in greater conflict with Baba Yaga...
I've got most things done for Kit other than picking spells, languages, and equipment, which may take a while. XD His stats are Str 13 Dex 35 Con 14 Int 20 Wis 12 Cha 20, which seems fine. Certainly that Dex is pretty crazy. I wouldn't want there to be a way to raise it more. I suppose a little more support for lower ability scores would be the only thing I would maybe support, but I don't think it's necessary.
"Maybe we should just go take a closer look at the thing before we go talking about crazy things," 'No-Name' grumbles. "Throwing dead bodies or crazy people at it after just a short look at it seems stupid."
Ooof, hope the medical issues decrease in severity quickly!
"That thing seemed crazy enough there's no way we'd get useful information out of it. Just put it out of its misery," he says, as he moves to look around the room. He scowls at the rubble. "No way we're getting to the chapel through here, though." Turning back to the dwarf he says, "So that needle is doing something near the box? Maybe touch them together? Or see if there's a spot for it?"
After some debate, I'm leaning toward Xihe Kitaro aka Kit Vulpik, the kitsune swashbuckler/rogue I played through Reign of Winter.
He keeps wildly swinging with his chair leg, hoping to kill this thing before it kills anyone else.
If only he had a better weapon! Or claws, or fangs, or something!
I was thinking, how much should we plan for our characters to interact with one another? I feel like, as described, our characters will be working independent of one another a lot, without really forming a traditional 'party'.
Hmmm, it might be interesting to do a Rahlmaat build again. "Know EVERYTHING but without going mad like that wannabe Nethys" is a pretty ambitious ambition. :D
Yeah, it's clear enough to me.
With the creature now up nearby, he grabs his chair leg in two hands and swings hard at it.
Oh right, I can do that.
Given he hasn't grabbed a better weapon, he thinks it better if he hangs back and just throws stuff, too. He finds a decent-looking chunk of rubble and chucks it at the false person.
I have just a makeshift club and a sling bag at present.
"If it's still stuck there after so long, it's not getting out," 'No-Name' says. He points at the south wall of B11. "It's too bad that wall's in the way. If we had a way through it we'd be able to get to the chapel no problem."
He looks incredulously at her. "You want to make worse nightmares?"
"Hm, good idea," he says, taking a straitjacket himself and tying up the arms around the neck to make a crude pack of sorts.
I figured I was No-Name. :D
He feels like seeing the wrecks of what were once humanoids should stir some kind of emotion from him--disgust, fear, something--but looking at the no-longer-animate corpses gets no reaction from within him. He shrugs, and turns to help look around the room for anything interesting while other people talk to the prisoner.
"Good throws," he comments as he steps in behind the other two. He takes a moment to consider the situation and decides to throw a vial himself, though he gets a bit closer for it than the others had.
He shudders as he turns away from the tapestry. "What kind of madness is that? It sounds like it's as confused about what it is as we are..." He shakes his head and lapses back into silence for a bit. "Call me whatever you want. It doesn't really matter," he says after a bit. Looking up the hallway and into the side rooms, he points out the morningstar. "How are we going to decide who gets it?" he asks.
"Chapel first," he says, to make sure his opinion is known. He sees no reason to say more than that.
There's kind of been two things for me:
"Hmph," he grunts. "Sounds like there was already something evil going on before all this, if these patients it's talking about were us. So that wrecked room we climbed up was the Count's office?"
For now he hangs back, content to see what will be found in the priest's room before doing anything else.
I've often moved the slide where the party is to the top of the list of slides when I've used Google Slides for this kind of thing.
He grunts. "So where's the chapel from here? How many more zombies between us and it?"
He comes back to the group after taking his little look around, passing the barricade shortly after the others. He frowns at the story. "What if this's something other than that Witch this time? That would explain why it's different."
"If they don't want us, there are a lot of other places to look. We'll find the way out eventually," he says, clearly having no hope to get anything out of this conversation. He starts looking at the other doors in the hallway, listening at the nearest to see if there's anything behind it.
He slides in behind the others, content to let them speak for now, but being close enough to the front that he could use his makeshift club if needed.
He steps back and shakes his head once he's done drinking, wiping water from his face. He pays little attention to the glass vials, though he helps look around for other things, frowning when he finds nothing of use. He grunts agreement when one of the others suggests not going through the door there's something moving behind. He moves toward the southeast door, hefting his chair leg just in case.
He lets out a sigh of relief as the dead nurse stops moving. He follows the rest of the group into the room she'd come from and looks around. He walks over to the water and sniffs at it, then leans over plunges his face into one and starts drinking.
I just like treating everything as suspicious, don't mind me. :D
As the dead nurse tries to grab onto one of the other survivors, he strikes at her again and again with his chair leg, desperately hoping to do something to the already-dead creature.
Somehow, everyone recognizes a Holy Symbol of Pharasma. That's not suspicious at all...
He grunts in what seems to be agreement, getting up next to the door along with the others and hefting the chair leg, ready to strike as the... rather horrifyingly dead creature approaches.
He accepts one of the chair legs without comment, even though he thinks that any kind of danger here is likely to not be dissuaded by a few makeshift clubs. In his other hand he takes one of the smokeless torches. He makes no comment as one of the others whacks the 'nurse'. With how little he remembers of what's going on, he's not sure if she's complicit or if killing her is a mercy. And honestly he's too weary and weak to think too deeply on the morality of it all. He's not sure how he feels about hanging around with a bunch of strangers, but whatever safety there is to have is in numbers, so he hangs back and starts herding people through the open door, going through it himself last and closing the door after himself.
He nods thanks at the person that opens the door to his cell, wearily making his way towards the door that, he hopes, leads out of whatever this place is. He looks over the sad assembly of... prisoners? Patients? Experimental subjects? Meals in a larder? Whatever their captor had intended for them, he doesn't think any of them want to stay here and find out, no matter how bad of shape they're in, so he looks significantly at the person holding the keys and then at the door.
He wakes up. Had he been dreaming? There had been... something terrifying... He looks around and finds the waking world isn't much better. Warily he looks out the bars of the cell... and notices there's someone else trying to take the keys from his jailer. He looks away, trying to not draw attention to it, and looks around his cell for anything useful... but there's nothing.
The dream sequence was interesting. It felt like it could have dragged if it went on much longer, so you ended it at a good time.
I'm a little unclear on my character's status after the last post--still dreaming? Dead?
All right, I was still within the edit window so I was able to add it in to my last post. Oh, also, I requested access to the Google Slide thing, you probably have a request in your email from me.
What... what kind of place was this? Hundreds of feet, just for a dead end? This couldn't be real. This couldn't be real! He slows, walking, going into the dead end. A strange sense of relief comes over him. There was nowhere left to run. Either this was a mad dream and he'd wake up, or he'd fallen into some insane world where nothing made sense, and he'd die. Either way, there was nowhere left to run. Just... get his back to a wall, so he could at least spit some defiance before he died, for all the good it wouldn't do him.
How...? How was he back here? What was going on? How did...? No, he couldn't think... he couldn't think. Move. Which way? Did it really even matter in the end? ...backward. The way he came wasn't the way he'd come from. Maybe... maybe it would help. Somehow. The slope would... he would manage the slope. Somehow. He ignores the piece of slate.
He pants for a moment, grabbing at the chalk as much for the sake of having an excuse to stay here a moment as anything. Chalk. What was he to do with chalk? Should he leave marks? Was he going in circles? But then it would know where he'd been... but it always knew where he was, what did it matter? Leaving, intentionally or not, a big yellow mark on the road as he pushed himself to his feet with the hand holding the chalk, he turns back and looks for another route to run, away from this dead end. He sniffs at the air as he does, wondering if he can catch a scent of what's pursuing him.
I'd be fine with you rolling for these, though I'll try to remember to leave a roll lying around for you. :D
What was he running from? If only he could remember, he could think of something... did it track by scent? By hearing? Sight? If he knew he might be able to lay a false trail, buy himself a minute or two... The dead end brings him up short. He can't stay here. Is there...? No, there's no way he was climbing up to that one window. What kind of city was this to have an alley...? No time. Back, and to the right. Keep moving, surely there had to be... something. Something that could save him. I'll probably need a dice roll:
Midwest US, Eastern time zone for me! The one thing is I'm not around on the boards on Sundays, but I try to post all the rest of the days of the week.
I like the epithet :D
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