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Avogadro the Astounding seems wildly entertaining. Can't say I have had a traveling in a game before. Is the familiar a raven or a seagull? Either or certain is totally fine. Just curious. Avogadro refers to it as a Raven (if not just as "that bird" often with accompanying expletives) but to all onlookers it looks very much like a seagull, a seagull with a wry grin and a mischievous nature.
As the caravan draws up in the small town, Avogadro's head snaps up from the daze the monotony of travel always brings. "A town... a town means people!" He rolls clumsily out of the caravan and somehow manages to find his feet. Unfolding is perhaps a better word than standing. Anyone that cares to observe as he stretches out his spindly limbs cannot help but think of spiders legs. He fastidiously removes every speck of dust from his impeccable top hat, draws out a tatty looking silk rose, and delicately places the hat upon his head.
He approaches a woman who scurries past with a basket of torn bedding, trying to avoid his attentions. "For you my dear, a flower" he hesitates "but not red for one so fair." he delicately passes his hand over the flower and it subtly changes shape, becoming more delicate and elegant, the colour fades to perfectly match the woman's eyes. "There, a true beauty." he lays the flower in her basket and steps back with a warm smile.
"Avogadro the Astounding. Conjuror of tricks, cheap or extravagant. Master of awe and the sublime. At the service of you and yours. Assuming our departure will be imminent and with the upmost haste? Avogadro has need to be elsewhere..." Avogadro is probably my favourite character idea I've made but every game he's been in has been very short lived. He recently very nearly made it to Belhaim on a wagon... and then the game folded! @GM. I am playing Sokkla in your Shattered Star game. If you want to disqualify me here because I got into that game then I completely understand. But I had to try, Avogadro needs to meet a Dragon!
That must be awful GM! Please don't feel you need to apologize to us. You need to look after you and yours in times like this. Thank you for even starting to run this game. If ever you feel like you want to do anything on these boards again look me up. Even if it's just for a "hi" from a friendly face. I'll be thinking of you.
Tempted to have Av come after you and start furiously throwing stones :p
I'd love to see Braggi bullseye a squirrel with a javelin!
"Be sure to bag any white pigeons you see, they're extra tasty I hear!" Avogadro calls after Braggi, looking conspicuously at the big man's Greataxe. Before turning to Tarrow. "Ah, I see the feather..." long spidery fingers hold the feather, just so, between forefinger and thumb. Muttering under his breath he passes his hand in front a few times. With each pass the feather changes colour; first red, then blue, yellow, green, purple. Before finally returning to its original white. "No, it is quite boring, you may have it for your form user book." He takes the proffered stiring rod in the same fashion, between finger and thumb, beginning to stir an imaginary beaker midair. "Hmm, it is very nice, a wonderful piece, I'm sure I could, but then again... no... No Mr Harfoot, its no good, I cannot recreate this. If only you had packed a spare. But what's this?!" bending low, almost like a bow, Avogadro draws a glass rod, as if from up Tarrow's nose. "You had a spare all along good sir. Right under your nose"! Avogadro watches intently as Tarrow works his own magic.
As the others busy themselves, foraging, preparing the area, hunting for fire wood; Avogadro ineffectually rubs grass on his feet to 'dry' them and returns his shoes. Truth be told he feels rather useless. None of his normal 'skills' are particularly useful in this environment. He decides to help the halfling that he had earlier chatted with, picking morsels to add to the pot.
"Mr Tarrow, this area is perfuse in its seasonal offerings is it not! Unfortunately Avogadro lacks for the wisdom of the Dwarf or the eyes of the Halfling." Held out in his hands are six oak leaves, a piece of nut casing, three pieces of bark and a white feather. On his face is an apologetic smile.
I'm afraid Avogadro makes no effort to help in any way with preparing the campsite or looking for food and firewood. He gambles around the clearing, humming to himself and contact juggling a cloudy, somewhat irregular crystal ball. At the mention of water he looks round suddenly and drops the ball, which again dissolves to smoke as it hits the ground. He lopes over to the water and, quick as you like, he is padding barefoot in the stream. His shoes left neatly at the bank and trouser legs rolled up to the knee. There is something very childlike in his demeanor.
The jolt and Silas' awakening causes the bird to take flight once more, it resettles on the other wagon. As everyone greets Silas, Avogadro calls over his shoulder
"I think the flippin' thing is broken. It doesn't even squark right, it just yodles. Being an optimist in all regards and having heard that such things are indeed possible, I have tried to train it to talk, but with little success I fear. Sometimes if I make a certain set of gestures though..." Avogadro mutters under his breath, unintelligible nonsense for the most part followed by something about taxidermy, and makes a series of movements with his hands. A vaguely human shout emanates from the bird, bizarrely the creatures beak doesn't seem to move. "There we go" Avogadro looks around at anyone in eyeline, a boyishly proud grin on his face.
"Where?!" With a start, Avogadro looks up to the sky and over his shoulders. In the process dropping all the cards in a scatter, as each card touches down it dissolves into mist. A large white bird flutters somewhat clumsily down to the wagon behind them and alights next to Silas' prone form. "Oh great. It's you. And things were going so well. Master Tarrow, this is the bird."
"Bun the Baker indeed. Well you're really quite good at this game, friend," Tarrow replies after revealing his card. "Astoundingly so. There's more to you than card tricks though, or you wouldn't be here. What's your reason for joining this caravan, if you don't mind me asking?" Avogadro becomes somewwhat grim "The truth is that mine is a lonely trade. I am known to all, friend of none. I must keep moving, lest Bun's bread grow stale. There was... an incident, back in Cassomil. Nothing serious you must understand: property damage, light burns, a few broken bones and one man lost a hand. Most regrettable but I can hardly be held responsible. It was all that bloody Bird." A switch seems to flick and his normal cheer returns "But that was then and this is there... here... now! Onwards and upwards as my father always said. Pastures new. I just hope we don't meet trouble on the road. More than card tricks I may just be, but somewhat less than a hero I fear. What about you, young zymurgist, what calls you to the road?"
@Muradin How do you see CHA 5 playing out, according to paizo you have the presence of a donkey. :P I was thinking of having Avogadro forgetting/not noticing your presence? Are you ok with that? @Bertrade I think Avogadro may have a burgeoning little boyish crush on Bertrade this will probably manifest as blushing gifts and clumsy acts of service.
Avogadro is sat beside whoever is driving the second wagon. He is whistling, loudly but tunefully, a children's nursery rhyme that you all know. He is fiddling with a pack of cards, if you look carefully you notice the faces of the cards are very crudely drawn in what looks like children's crayon. "I am most perturbed friend, your chosen card is not the four of swords or the queen of hearts..." With a boyish smile and a flourish he produces another card between two fore fingers "Then dearest friend, this must be your card! Mr Bun the Baker!"
Thanks for the pick GM! You mention a few off the reasons you selected us seven. Would you be able to give us a brief idea of what you liked about the characters, that way we can play up those aspects.
--------------------------------------------------------------------- As the cargo is being loaded onto the caravan, a long spindly man in a tatty suit and a smart hat blusters up to Silas. He carries an equally tatty rucksack that has obviously been packed in a hurry, shirt cuffs poke out where it has been barely closed. The handkerchief he pulls out to mop his beaded brow turns out to be one of a long chain, multicoloured all, the man doesn't appear to notice. "Good evening... morning... day to you. This machination is yours? Is headed for pastures new no?" he continues without waiting for any response "I have a splendid opportunity for you and all who sail... wheel with you. I, Avogadro the Astounding, shall travel with you. I am in need for the green grass of the other side and I believe you are the lawnsman for me. I shall sweeten the deal even further and add some coin to the coffer..." --------------------------------------------------------------------- Avogadro will have spent the journey having overly verbose conversations with all of you, he is a talkative soul but is a good listener too. He has unique peculiarities in his behaviour, he is overly civilised, genteel, and careful in his motions. The most important thing to realise about Avogadro is that he absolutely thrives on social interaction, isolation would be an unbearable torture for him. He can come across as arrogant at first but this is just his manner, he is actually quite a vulnerable soul as things stand. Think Willy-wonka mixed with Skellig. Magic is an ever present constant around Avogadro. He is constantly prestidigitating small gifts and nik-naks. Floating lights, like fire flies, flit after him at night. It is not entirely clear if his lack of 'concious' magic is all part of his act or if he really is unaware that he is the source of all the unnatural things that happen around him. Oh and his figment familiar is a white raven (possibly a seagull...) they don't get on. I need to pick language for the raven, something Avogadro doesn't speak but someone else does.
Is it weird I'm checking this thread hourly? It seems we're all a little weird...
Things done right are better than things done fast. Take your time GM.
As the caravan draws up in the small town Avogadro's head snaps up from the daze that the monotony of travel always brings. "A town... a town means people!" He rolls clumsily out of the caravan and somehow manages to find his feet. Avogadro ineffectually brushes down his suit, adjusts his perfect hat... just so... grabs his bag of fun, and with a heel skip heads to the town tavern. Whistling a little ditty. Backstory::
Avogadro speaks little of his childhood and it is clear to all that whatever his identity was before, “Avogardo the Astounding” is what and who he is now; he has assumed the character wholly. Avogadro lives to bring joy to all people, especially children, and makes a meagre living as an entertainer in town squares across the land, what he lacks in skill he endeavours to make up for with sheer enthusiasm. Recently though things have begun to change.
Avogadro is not sure he likes this at all! Appearance:: Avogadro is outlandishly tall and slender, the word long is most applicable. His movements often bring to mind a spider or cranefly, he seems to fold rather than sit. Yet he is nimble for all this, and in particular his hand are expertly dexterous. He is never seen out of costume, the tall top hat and formal suit found only at the extremes of society, noble gentlemen or bad street performers. Avogadro’s suit has seen better days and was obviously made for a considerably shorter man. The hat however, is immaculate, for:
Evening GM. Thank you for running this! How important is it that the characters are guards on the caravan? Could Avogadro be a passenger instead? I'm not sure he's the wagon guarding type. I'll be taking the "you're fleeing the law" trait, Avogadro has outstayed his welcome in Cassomir. A
I'm in! Avogadro would be my pitch. He was originally made for a Dragon's Demand game that went south. He's been adapted since so I need to pull him into line with your criteria. He remains my most beloved character, despite the fact I haven't really ever been able to play as him. Long story short: yes!
Upon returning to the inn Avogadro cannot be drawn from the bar. The snippets of conversation the rest catch make it clear he it recounting the tale of their journey to an audience of one, Talulah. The two of them spend the evening laughing and by the time the bar begins to empty the counter is covered in crude flowers in every colour. Avogadro unsteadily slaloms his way around chairs and tables to where the remains of the group are sitting. "Gentlemen. Most lovely and splediferous friends, wonderful people. I am in love. But enough about me, let us talk of the future! My future! I have tried my hand at the guarding of caravanserai, the road is a cruel mistress, and I am not suited to cruelty. The most majestic, divine, muse of muses, Talulah..." Following the eccentric waft of his hands leads to the barkeep a look of what can only be apprehension and regret on her face. "... she cannot release me to the wider world just yet. She is a possessive type. I am to remain here. Our cover is that I am to entertain the riffraff in return for my lodging free of all capital charge. But the truth is self evident for all but the most clouded, deluded of minds. She is besotted. And so, though I am fully cognizant that it may break the spirit within each of you. This is goodbye." That said he embraces each party member still present, sways to the stairway and unsteadily ascends.
Avogadro twirls, deftly removing his jacket and, with a lunge, draping it around Laurel's shoulders. "We have what you require my dear, let all the town rejoice for Avogadro the astounding and his companions have assuredly saved the hour, the day, nay the very world."
"My begirthed companion here speaks wise and most honourous words. We must return from these, most hospitably enjoyable, environs with the upmost haste and sense of import; for the lives of others you understand. Rashness must never be the driver of man. Animalism, barbarism indeed, is the heinous direction that that leads. I shall accompany the returning party with all my manifest proclivity, the ingredients shall be returned, the town saved; and all to the glory of the Astounding Avogadro and his companions most gracious."
"All mushrooms are much of a muchness, one serves just as well as another. Why I have never met a man living on this gracious world of ours that has erroneously partaken of an inappropriate mushroom. These must suffice for our task."
Avogadro pokes one suspiciously with his toe
"Hark! Sir Shining Armour! You are a truly wise man indeed, I had no idea. To shuffle a cockroach off this mortal coil is the one truest of all ways into the celestial heavens of the gods. A wise man sir, wisest."
primatives... Avogadro doffs his hat, revealing a pink mass of feathers beneath and at that moment four glowing orbs of light emerge one by one. The orbs swirl around each other in a ten foot radius; darting around the cavern, revealing it's secrets. They linger over the passageways. "Spiders... I hope you are all of most superfluous willpower, there are those for whom the webs of an arachnid quite quenches the mortal fire. Reducing the most voracious barbarians to the standing of whimpering infants." Avogadro eyes Jean suspiciously.
Avogadro follows the others, making sure not to be at the back of the line. He doesn't enjoy being underground, spinning and ducking at every slightest sound. "Master Dwarf, you find yourself at a point of enjoyment with the troglodytian development of this escapade? You are truly extraordinary."
Liking what happened last time Avogadro reaches out his arms once more, flicking his hands as if drying them. Once more coloured powder billows forth.
Avogadro back away from Sariel's fight to make some attempt to aid his colleague who was being malled by the worg. As he steps towards the huge wolfen thing he catches his foot on a root, stumbling but not falling; as he reaches out to steady himself brightly coloured dust billows from his sleaves.
Avogadro lopes forward to stand just behind Sariel "Have at him Sir, have at him with valiance and virtuosity!"
Sorry for the delay, horrific sickness bug today, I'll spare you the details. I was planning on shelving Av to be honest, he's turning into something I didn't necessarily intend and I fear its a one way street. That said a plan is just a plan, if everyone is so very keen on him I'll give it a try. My new plan was a cavalier, luring cavalier to be specific, a LN scout type, maybe with a beast rider or emissary archetype, order tbc. He is a Kellish soldier operating as a vanguard to an advanced force (maybe take leadership later) investigating a military threat. He would be a man of few words but not surly, he is a very strong team player that I think would fit well with this group. I thing trapfinder would fit on him in his capacity as scout so that would open up options for others. Let me know what you think? Matt
Avogadro is spat out of the doorway and tumbles backwards rolling at least twice before coming to rest, spread eagled on the dusty ground. A moment passes before he reasserts his verticality. Dusting himself off he turns to the group "Crazy witch b**ch! Still all in a days adventuring eh? Adventurers we truly are now! Most marvelous adventurers envy of all men, the desire of all women..." His words have a familiar pattern but you can all tell his passion I somewhat lessened. The snake dragons were bad, but the others had it covered, we all seemed powerless there, but they still fought. I must become better at whatever it is I do. To be the equal of these companions of mine. "You have all aided the Astounding today, it will not be forgotten. Jean, where is that flipping Raven?" Standing over the crumbled bloodstained form of the raven Avogadro sighs, "But at this last I find myself to be all too soft to end the wretched thing. It is a most haphazard and foolhardy beast, putting aside its obstinate and prideful manner, and yet it has been with me on the road for such long seeming eons of time" Waving his hands, Avogadro cleans the bird of its blood. As an afterthought he turns the bird pink. "Maybe that'll learn you for your pilfering ways!" Picking the bundle of feathers up he stuffs it under his hat and heads for the mines with the others.
Please don't stabilise the Raven. If it dies, it dies. I can finally get that rabbit! Don't waste an action on the the little thief! :) Not until we're done here. I seem to have started something here. I didn't mean to cause such turmoil. I'm sorry. I meant what I said, I have no issue with Jean's actions, I guess I just wanted to check I had not really him off (as a player) GM is absolutely right, tone and context are everything and get lost on boards and also that talking things out is for the best. Moving on... Character optimisation is not something I am at all good at, I would really welcome your input when we fine tune after this module Jean. My characters could really use a tad more effectiveness...
The caldron has managed to grab Avogadro by the head, gripping tightly around his chest, over long limbs flail as he struggles. He looks a little like a spider being eaten by a bird.
But the effort is waisted, the construct has him squarely. "mmmmmmbghmgbb ddbbebd mmmen mmmgnhngmfm mnghfhfhhgg fggdgrjmmhh! Mhnghnngfh! m m mm"
Don't leave! This is what I feared, honestly if Avogadro is spoiling your fun then he's gone! History, geology... If you don't mind still playing with me as a player then I have other characters in mind, less controversial ones who don't talk as much.
I must preface this by saying that I have zero issues with what Jean has done, I'm not precious. But... Just to be clear: I have no intention of engaging in PVP. It would take something truly heinous to make me even *think* of that (after all, J-P is not exactly Good-aligned, either). Isn't taking out part of a character kind of PvP-ish? Like fighting with Fergal's fox? Again, more power to you, this is a roleplaying game after all. I'm just thankful you didn't decide to take it out on my hat! I think this incident may humble Avogadro a little and drive him and the raven together (a bit...) I don't want this to turn into "how do you solve a problem like Avogadro" rather than the adventure it's supposed to be.
Avogadro backs away from the cauldron, nearly tumbling head over heels in the clutter. Holding his hat on in with both hands he runs... "On the other hand, Mr Wizard might have the idea. Where's that s**ting bird?! If breaking through a wall is a free action:
Avogadro shows a startling lack of direction and runs straight into a wall
Breaking straight through and heading away at top speed. Otherwise...:
Avogadro heads straight out of the door and away...
Avogadro has only just brushed off and replaced his hat when he hears the commotion within. His spins on his heels and re-enters the room, showing none of his earlier distain or clumsiness as he skirts around behind Jean. Bloody witches!... "I doubt that rickety door would be an insurmountable obstacle for a metallic behemoth that just nearly took off friend Shining Armour's most favourite leg." As he points at the cauldron a cloud of multicoloured chalk dust billows from his sleeve
*Avogadro bows* all PvP beatings welcomed... In all seriousness I'm aware that the way I'm playing Avogadro could put noses out of joint. If anyone is having less of a good time because of me/Avogadro then please speak up and I will of course reign it in!
An Attack re-roll... Thank you for the boon GM that might well come in handy.
"I would once more council the up-most discretion crone. These companions of mine are not to be trifled with"
Avogadro walks through the hut like a man in a minefield, careful not to touch anything. Fairness?! Ugh they're those type of people... all that gold! Way more than the poxy mushroom is worth! And the skin! Exasperated, Avogadro ducks out of the cottage and cusses as he bangs his head on the lintel knocking his hat off in flutter of white feathers. He waits for the others outside. "Beards are optional in humans my dwarven explorer. Many consider them to be a sign of unhealth, sloth or indeed mental unbalance itself. But I can tell you that on the contrary a face of hair, coiffured to its finest state is an emblem of vitality, vivality, and greatness itself." Avogadro runs his fingers throuogh his own beard as he finishes, as if the matter was settled.
"your innocence, though most obvious in its strenuous artifice, does not ring Ms Witch. Think not that Avogadro for one misunderstands the power of parts, the minutii of bodily samples that you bargain for, in the twisted hands of one such as yourself. But I shall not waver from your bargain, let us play a while. I will hear and answer your riddles. "
Have you encountered anyone on your journeys thus far?"[/b] "None that could be described as an army I am more than happy to proclaim. Just bloodthirsty birds, aquatic hobgoblins and serpentine dragons.
"One does ones best to be expected, no, awaited - eagerly awaited! And wanting what one doesn't know goes both ways. I have a fine raven I can offer you, broken though it is, or perhaps flowers?" Avogadro lifts his hat and draws a disheveled bouquet from beneath it "M'lady, I am The Astounding Avogadro and we are here for pickled roots, rat's tails to be at my upmostly specific. We are happy to make fair exchange, tit for tat, this for the tail of a rat. But please do play nice. These men can be terribly efficient in their own peculiar collection of skills, why my green fingered friend here just skinned a pair of dragons."
Avogadro is internally horrified at Sariel's request for fire Fire!? Never made fire before!? He wanders about for a bit until he finds some likely looking twigs. As he wanders 5lb clods of earth begin lifting out of the hole Khaz started , and then back in gain as he gives up. Satisfied with his foraging he returns "Avogadro, being Astounding, has mastery of all fires, their frabjous nature not withstanding. But let it not be said that I am a hogger of the light of the lime. In the presence of Avogadro all men must perchance seize their destiny and shine! My learned companions have spoken widely of their most enviable (to mundane men at least) proclivities when it comes to matters of the forge. Mayhap we shall have a display of efficacy from them them in the lighting of fires. Thus knowledge, understanding and, dare I say it, respect shall be shared by all!"
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