...embodiment of fear... "We've got another sahkil!" Boodiddly calls as he gets back onto his feet. With a grin on his face, he skips out of the crowd. If they want him, they'll have to work for it!
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Boodiddly nopes out of the hallway and around the corner as briskly as his legs can carry him. What was that? he wonders to himself as he strikes up another stanza to his cheerful whistle-tune. Probably what killed the yithian, but how, and why... Well, probably by bludgeoning them to death and suffocating them. How charming.
Recall Knowledge vs Red:
(-6 if Bardic Lore)
"Cold might bother that one, but I'm not completely certain about that," Boodiddly calls to Jevar and Shohreh. "And, well, it's already pretty flat, so I don't think flattening it more would work well, but you never know?" With a whistle and a wave, a wash of warm wisteria whimsy wafts through the air.
"I bet she'd be really upset if something else killed us first while she was putting herself back together," Boodiddly replies with a grin. -------------------
Boodiddly follows Shohreh back into the hallway and begins to whistle, hoping the much-larger entities won't be able to reach them in there. But just in case, he conjures his familiar ward.
Boodiddly blithely skips backwards into the viscera-covered tunnel and strikes up a second verse - this time with the lyrics focusing more on how dumb you'd have to be to come after someone who already killed you once, let alone four someones.
Not my finest work, but passable. With that, the musician takes a deep breath, clenches his diaphragm, and claps his hands once.
Boodiddly conjures a protective ward around himself, then walks around the imbecile and places himself firmly between them and Jevar. "If you want him," he intones to the sound of a dramatic timpani roll, "then you'll have to go through me."
Boodiddly gathers his wits just enough to give his jaw-harp another thumb in the imbecile's direction.
Jevar, if you can move a bit to the side (at least 10 ft), Boodiddly can use his action to hit the denizen with the orchestra again.
Boodiddly pulls out his trusty jaw-harp and gives it a twang to make sure it still works after all these months of neglect.
"Sorry, you're going to have to be more specific - there's a short list of imbeciles, but you'd be surprised how many of them lack any other distinguishing characteristics than just that." He shrugs.
I know we like to resolve things in initiative order, but I'd like to propose that Boodiddly would have delayed his turn until after Jevar dropped an AoE so the calm doesn't immediately end.
Boodiddly raises an eyebrow. "Ma'am, you need to calm the f*ck down."
Boodiddly raises an eyebrow as the axe cuts deep into his side - though the magic infusing it seems... not as potent. "Wow. Amazing work." His voice is a flat drawl. "It's inspiring to see you're not afraid to hit an unarmed person shorter than yourself. The bards will never cease to extol your bravery." With yet another wave of his hand, he vanishes and reappears on the other side of Shohreh's barrier.
Boodiddly raises an eyebrow as the stranger towers over him and Shohreh, then waves his hand dismissively again.
Boodiddly makes shushing noises at the woman, waving the baton up and down like a calmly-rocking sea.
"Careful Kolgrad," Boodiddly offers, "she might be able to use her armor to strangle you. Shohreh, she might be able to disrupt healing magic. Although come to think of it, you don't tend to use magic for that, do you?" With a chortle and a wave of his baton, he starts a familiar, toe-tapping shanty about a sailor and her dog.
Boodiddly covers up the uneasy feeling in his stomach with a whistle and a clap.
Boodiddly hums and haws and chucks another rock.
Boodiddly shrugs and tosses another rock - then conjures a protective ward, just in case.
Boodiddly clears his throat and tries again. And throws a rock too for good measure.
"Probably not friendly!" Boodiddly answers cheerfully - though someone listening closely might suspect the cheer to be ever so slightly forced. With not much room for his companions to spread out into, he uses his torso as a resonance chamber and the stone walls as an echo chamber to play a duet with himself.
Boodiddly conducts the invisible musicians with an invisible baton held in an invisible hand, leading them in an umph-PAH umph-PAH-PAH waltz with an arbitrary number of PAHs each time.
Boodiddly holds one hand up to his ear, as if listening to something over the din of the trumpets - or have the trumpets packed up and left only the trombones to make their classic wah-waaah? He knows the impact of the gesture is largely lost due to his audience not being able to see him, but old habits die hard. "Yrisolma! Heaven called - they need you to fill out some paperwork. Yes, in triplicate. I don't know, something about how you're a fool and an idiot."
Boodiddly begins to hum reassuringly to himself, slowly swelling into an aura of good vibes and chill attitudes. Unlike someone's utter un-radtastical behavior, which is throwing the heavenly trumpets off their groove yet again. Maybe somebody should check on them?
Boodiddly pats himself down to the tune of a popular shanty listing various historical figures dying and being reborn in heaven. He even has the heavenly horns accompany him! Granted, those trumpets are under a lot of pressure at the moment, so one really shouldn't judge them for that break. Or that one. Or that- lord almighty, or that one.
Boodiddly admits internally that any doubts about Yrisolma actually being a sakhil have been burned away - because nobody but a self-righteous, closed-minded, uncompromising fool of an archon would come back with a vengeance like this. With that in mind, he conjures a bit of those heavenly trumpets that Yrisolma must be missing dearly. Tragically, he "flubs" their entrance. Dramatically.
Hey folks, thanks again for your patience and support. Things are stable - or at least stable enough - and it's so good to have the bandwidth to get back into this game. (Also, amazing rolls against that construct folks! Kolgradd said "crit it" and y'all delivered! XD)
"Our deepest apologies for this disruption," Boodiddly adds, a practiced smile on his face and a practiced cheer in his voice. "As my friend says, with your permission, we can be in and out of here in no time. Perhaps we might offer you something, as an apology for the inconvenience?" The half-mask on his brow shifts ever so slightly as he speaks.
Hero Point Reroll if that failed:
Having lived a few years as a fellow shorter than the average resident of Absalom, Boodiddly is used to others trying to walk all over him. But this... feels incredibly unsubtle about it. With a whistle and a wave, he ducks behind a nearby corner for protection and tries his best not to touch any of the overactive mold covering it.
Boodiddly closes his eyes and plucks his jaw-harp once. As its vibrations travel up and down his body, his short form also seems to vibrate and distort until it splits in four - perfect for a barbershop quartet!
Character sheet updated! And yeah, no rush GM and best wishes for the chaos.
Lvl 14 didn't have any new bard feats that really felt right for Boodiddly. Luckily, there's some options in his Ritualist archetype that sounded both useful and thematic. Class feat: Flexible Ritualist (allowing Boodiddly to replace a secondary caster - and make their respective check - for a ritual he's the primary caster for)
I won't have a chance to update my character sheet until tomorrow evening.
Boodiddly awkwardly moves away from the fiend and begins to whistle and clap - though not at his friends, but at their attackers!
Boodiddly provides the thunder to accompany Shohreh's lightning with a clap of his hands - followed by a loud crack. Acoustics are fascinating.
"Oh there's a pur-pose, yeah! You make your pur-pose, yeah! So what's your pur-pose, yeah!" Boodiddly's cheerful melody is quite an earworm, and his clapping doesn't do much to stop the urge to sing along.
Boodiddly's eyes soften somewhat as the man's repeating questions repeat themselves once again. I suppose being here alone would cause anyone's mind to break eventually. Choosing to ignore what that line of thought might imply for his future, he claps and whistles in his own repeating motif.
Boodiddly's normally-jovial smile shifts to an unusually-serious expression for a moment. "Purpose is not some gift presented to us on a silver platter," he answers calmly, but with the intent and force of a stage-whispered monologue. "It is not some glob of mochi thrown from the skies that hits us on the head and gets stuck in our hair. There's no oracle that wakes us up in the middle of the night and informs us that we're the lucky seventeenth-million person to receive a Purpose(tm). It's something each of us creates for ourselves, something as deep and as personal as each of us wish." ”Are you certain?” The musician's eyes become slightly wet, as if overcome by the passionate and stirring performance - but as the line of questioning continues, they narrow. "Yes, I'm certain, you great jelly-filled doughnut! Did you listen to a word I just said!? You dolt. You utter clod. Go pound sand."
Boodiddly blows a particularly wet raspberry at his assailant and vanishes like passengers on a train wish they could when in the presence of a wet fart of this magnitude and stinkiness.
"I suppose he might feel somewhat bereft of purpose with Azlant gone, but that's no reason to ruin everyone else's lives." Boodiddly whistles and claps, a cheerful counterpoint to all the doom and gloom flying around.
"Well we did promise the ghost lady that we'd find her sword." Boodiddly rubs his beard and furrows his brows in thought. "She said it was at the bottom of the lake, correct? Maybe we can grab it before the fungus rot overwhelms everything here like it did when we activated the previous stone."
Boodiddly tiptoes along the shoreline - one eye on the worm, and another on the water.
Boodiddly moves a little close to the worm, hoping that flash of black lightning was indeed Jevar, and whistles encouragingly.
Boodiddly breathes a sigh of relief as Kolgradd rises. The breath catches as his friend disappears, but he's seen Jevar work before and trusts that his companions have not abandoned him here with this worm and its discarded skin (which thankfully has stopped twitching).
Boodiddly staggers under the impact of the giant worm's giant maw. When the dust settles, his cheerful red hair is nowhere to be seen - at least until a whistle brings everyone's attention to the far side of the chamber.
Boodiddly continues leading the worm to a lovely tunnel. Worms love tunnels! Everyone knows that.
Like a pied piper parading his prized pony in a perilous part of town, Boodiddly claps and sings and beats a hasty retreat.
Boodiddly raises an eyebrow at the twitching skin and decides to see just how freshly-peeled they can make this thing before it withers away entirely.
Boodiddly gives a long whistle as the worm breaches the surface - almost too long of a whistle, as if he were trying to make himself the center of attention. But that would be such a foolish thing that it can't possibly be right... right?
Boodiddly tests the acoustics of the strange lake with a whistle and a clap.
Boodiddly smiles pleasantly and just nods along. Can't expect too much out of somebody that thinks things peaked when he didn't have to consider that other people might be people too.
"Its knowledge already has - Lowls has used it to travel to Carcosa." Boodiddly pauses between each statement so as to not speak over the damned chime. "Are you able to follow him there yourself? His use of that knowledge will see this entire world swallowed by evil - not in a slow way as the Worldwound threatens, but all at once in a single night. Are you able to prevent that? We must follow him, with haste, to stop this and undo the machinations he has put into motion."
"We have," Boodiddly answers simply. "And to our great dismay, we have learned that its existence is required for a brief time longer to prevent a great tragedy upon this world." He continues to explain how Lowls used to book to begin the linking of worlds, how the only way to prevent this is to deactivate the stele on Carcosa, and how the unholy tome is required to get them to that distant planet. "I would invite you to accompany us until such time as we have departed, leaving the Necronomicon in your care."
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