"T-That was too close!"
The Tin Wizard hurriedly pours a Minor Healing Potion over Marcella.
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"Eek!" The Tin Wizard hurriedly casts Force Barrage again.
The Tin Wizard lets out a groan. "T-This is bad..." He then fires a volley of force missiles at the guardian.
The Tin Wizard looks around the room with disdain. "What a mess."
The Tin Wizard also attempts to fool the wards.
The Tin Wizard looks around...
The Tin Wizard attempts to ID the two creatures...
...then channels electricity between them!
The Tin Wizard remains impassive. Frankly, being here makes him extremely nervous, but he wants to support his friends, and save his home.
There were some pretty entertaining April Fool's Classes over the years, too - I remember a 'Mother' Class making an appearance ;-)
Expressing interest with this PC, an Orc-hunting Elven Ranger :-)
No worries! In that case, I withdraw my application. Have a good game!
Throwing Basil Kettering, CG Elf Magus (Eldritch Archer/Hexcrafter) 4 into the running.
Basil looked up at the old sign outside Sandpoint, staring at the familiar face in the mirror attached to it. Finely tanned skin, like old leather, and hair that could have benefited from a decent comb, but par for the course for someone who had been living wild the last few weeks, enjoying some solitude as he traversed the wilds of Varisia. Still, despite all of that, there was something to be said for contact with others; no man was an island, after all. I wonder how Rosemary has been? It had been years since he had taken in that orphan, and whilst he would be the first to admit that he probably wasn't the best role model for a young girl trying to fit into urban society, that little girl had turned into a fine young woman, who seemed to be doing well enough for herself. She turned out to be a surprisingly good singer. Not that I was much help there. Basil's voice was generally raspy from lack of use, for he was not the sort of chap who would talk to himself, preferring to keep his senses sharp, and not attract unnecessary attention. Still, he could not help letting his thoughts, at least, turn inward. One of these days, I'll return to find that she has found a partner, and possibly even started a family. Time just seems to pass so quickly for the human-blooded! Enmeshed in his thoughts, but with a noticeable spring in his step, Basil headed down the road to Sandpoint, eager to meet-up with old friends, and to enjoy the upcoming festival...
Alright. Submitting Basil Kettering, CG Elven Magus, for consideration :-)
How about an Inquisitor with the Blackpowder Inquisition? You'll have access to Cure spells, as well guns (not to mention qualifying for the tasty Inquisitor ability known as Bane!).
Modules, like APs, are written with the assumption of 4 PCs. EDIT: I also know precisely the sort of character that I would build for that - and it *would* be different to Basil ;-)
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Sure, I would shot them out of Valda... but I'd have felt a bit guilty about it ;-) @Valda: Yes, properly built inquisitor archers can be absolute beasts...
Basil nods. "They are definitely gone. Thoroughly destroyed."
"Careful... you might have a subdural haematoma. Just a second..." Basil pumps some more healing into the elf.
"Well, it looks like you got infested by some sort of intelligent swarm, which was using your body as a meat suit to manipulate its environment. Fortunately, we were able to see the blighter off..."
Well, I imagine we still should: 01000101 01110011 01100011 01101111 01110010 01110100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01100111 01110101 01111001 00100000 01101111 01110101 01110100 00101100 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01101100 01100101 01110100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01100010 01101111 01110011 01110011 00100000 01101011 01101110 01101111 01110111 00100000 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110000 01110000 01100101 01101110 01100101 01100100 00101110
*cough* Yes, well...
Breathing a sigh of relief, Basil moves over to check on the Elf, attempting to restore him to consciousness.
Frowning when his wand doesn't appear to be as effective as he would have liked, he tries again.
Not as often as you would like...? ;-)
Throwing a worried glance in Valda's direction, Basil focuses all of his attention on dissipating the swarm.
My response to your statement is: "01001110 01101111 01110100 00100000 01100001 00100000 01100011 01101000 01100001 01101110 01100011 01100101 00100001" ;-)
"He is currently infested by a type of swarm called an 'Empowered Cyberplasm', which will eventually kill him if it isn't removed, as it slowly drains its host's vitality over the course of about half a day. Electricity has a chance to eject it from its host, as does a Remove Disease spell. We will need to be careful - once removed from its host, it will probably try to infest one of us..."
Basil declares Bane on the infested creature, and then shoots a blunt arrow at it, trying to knock it out.
He then tries to finish the job.
Basil's expression sours. "The roof of the room inside is decorated to look a bit like the night sky. I think we have found our remaining missing member of the museum staff... or at least what is left of him; it looks like his skin has been removed, and his body is infested with some sort of nanites."
"We should be ready for anything." So saying, Basil starts buffing.
Following all of that, he will motion for Valda to open the door.
With a nod, Basil carefully inspects the door for traps. If he finds none, he will use Remote Viewing to see what is on the other side.
Basil shudders when he realises where the creatures came from. "What manner of creature was it that turned dead flesh into a horrible parody of life!?" Searching the rooms, he chuckles when he finds the pesh pipe, but wordlessly leaves it where he found it. He then nods in appreciation at the contents of the library, before stopping at the door at the southern end of the room, which he carefully opens (after searching for traps).
"Most of my arrows are elven-crafted, and built to last. Sadly, my blunt arrows were made by humans, and, well... the craftsmanship is just not the same..." He gratefully accepts the quiver.
Basil wrinkles his nose in distaste. "I can honestly say, those things are probably one of the most disgusting types of creature that I have ever had to put down. I wonder where they came from? I doubt they were part of the standard exhibit..." He then moves to carefully explore the room, skirting the remaining goo and acid as much as possible.
Sadly, blunt arrows (as far as I am aware) can't be durable, since they are their own type of 'special' arrow.
That said, hopefully there aren't any more of those things - I have already burned through 2/3 of my blunt arrows, and they definitely *aren't* durable :-/
Don't worry - I'll fix that momentarily ;-)
"Sorry about that, Valda - give me a second..." With a frown, Basil pours another wave of arrows into the ooze.
@GM Mort: Done! I hope you enjoy your swim :-)
Basil marks it, and then pops another trio of arrows past Valda!
Now that the herd of quivering flesh as been thinned a little, Basil stops using Bane, and instead marks the final remaining 'big' ooze, before firing upon it.
Basil nods. "That sounds like an excellent plan, Valda - I'll tag them, you bag them!" He then keeps up the steady stream of arrows.
Upon seeing the blobs, Basil wrinkles his nose in disgust. "Those are hungry fleshes, a type of ooze accidentally created by alchemists investigating regeneration. They live only to consume. In addition to being able to regenerate (which is bypassed by acid and fire), they actually grow bigger when hit with slashing and piercing attacks - *So only using bludgeoning*! They also deliver a nasty disease with their attacks, which will eventually turn you into one of them..." He then unleashes on the closest oozes with a pile of blunt arrows.
Basil rolls up his sleeves, gives himself Guidance, and attempts to disable the bomb.
Nodding in satisfaction, Basil attempts to finish-off the final robot.
"Lovely. Flying constructs..." Shaking his head, Basil chain-guns the northernmost of the two northern robots, after marking it.
Basil breathes a sigh of relief when the plant stops moving. He makes *sure* it is dead (since it seemed to be healing fairly fast earlier), then follows Valda.
"Gah!" Basil backs up, and keeps shooting at the giant plant, hoping to take it down before it can swallow Valda.
I don't mind being assigned the information I receive from knowledge checks (although I have seen it done both ways) - as long as my PC would consider it to be relevant ;-)
"That is an alien plant - it can emit pulses of bright light, is resistant to non-slashing weapons, and if it can grab you in its 'mouth', will try to swallow you to insert you into a seed pod." He then steps back 5', studies it, and then unleashes a flurry of arrows...
"That... is a big pot plant!" He then tries to work out what it is.
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