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"We got it! Yay!" As Chiselnits swims back to the raft, he crows with pride. "I fought in the water, Illnore! It's fun!" It's like he doesn't even remember that he only splashed water in the reefclaw's face; Yakuthiel did all the actual fighting. He pops below the surface and swims around the group. Bobbing back to the surface, he announces: "I don't see any more of them. Let's go!"
"I'm hanging, Illnore! This guy's mean!" Chiselnits may be as simple as a child, but he's at least smart enough to know that tripping doesn't work so well in the water. Instead, he lashes out with his thorny vines, trying to poke its eyes out or something.
With Illnore's magical help, Chiselnits stops flailing and sinking, and finally gets the hang of the rhythm of swimming. Popping back up to the surface beside Illnore, he gives her a sheepish grin. "Okay, but I wanna play in the water when we're done fighting that Bad Thingy, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, he churns his vines to propel himself through the water to await the arrival of The Bad Thingy.
"Okay! On it! Uh...what thing?" Chiselnits swims to position himself between Illnore and the threat, whatever it is.
Well, he thinks he's going to swim, anyway. Turns out he's never practiced. And down he goes.
"Illnore said you're a mean guy!" Chiselnits shouts as he rolls around the corner and bumps up against Barralbus. "Mean guys get in trouble!" He whips out with his muscular vine first, then with a thorny vine.
"You bet I do! Wahoo! Watch out! Coming through!" Chiselnits stretches his viney tendril-legs to step over allies as he makes his way toward the other side of the skirmish. He plops down in the middle of the action and asks the Pathfinders: "Hey guys! Where's the bad guy who burned our pal?"
"Let's go find Flitch!" "Sure! ... Who's Flitch?" Exploration Activity: Search:
Welcome, Yakuthiel! Chiselnits here will be up front with you. He likes to trip things and then whollop them.
Once the food is ready, Chiselnits opens the crack along his belly and calls out: "Illnore! I got your favorite camp chair right here!" He giggles ticklishly as she settles herself into the hollow cavity with her plate and happily accepts the morsels of food she passes up to his mouth. Of course, she can't really see where she's sticking it, so his face is smeared with bits of sadza and sausage grease by the end of the meal. "Hey guys, look! I'm a toddler!" Once Illnore has vacated her spot, he rolls around in the grass to wipe off his face.
"Ooo! I feel stronger now! Take that!" Chiselnits flexes his muscular tendril before flinging it out to trip the yellow leach again.
"On it! Stay behind me!" Chiselnits shouts as he rolls into position and lashes out with his vines, trying to fling the leech onto its back with his muscular vine before slashing its underbelly with a thorny vine.
"Stay behind me, Illnore." Chislenits begins his odd searching behavior. He pushes up on all three vines to peer around, drops to the ground and rolls a few feet, and repeats the process. If only he stood up long enough for the rain to wash the mud off his face...
"Oh boy yeah! Which one?" Chiselnits bounces up and down in excitement. "Oh! The pirates! Okay, so one time we went on a ship! Okay, I know. We went on a ship to get here, but that was my first time and it was so cool! Anyway, we got to go to a pirate place and talk to real pirates! And then the pirates started fighting each other in a tavern, and we had to get out of there quick, 'cause they weren't paying attention to who they were punching and they were gonna hurt Illnore. How's that?" He beams.
"Or stinky! It'll get stuck to your shoe. And that'll be groooooosssss!" Chiselnits pipes up, obviously amused by the thought of it. "One time I rolled through poop, and there wasn't a creek around for miles, so I couldn't rinse it off. It got on my face, too! That was naaassssty!" He chuckles.
For most of the trip in the ship, Illnore keeps Chiselnits unsummoned so as not to pock the decks with holes. A few times, though, when the seas are more or less cooperative (okay, less--but we're talking degrees of Eye of Abendego here), she summons him so he can enjoy the swells. His round body is covered in retractable thorns, which he uses for traction as he rolls around the deck with childlike enthusiasm and energy. As he rolls, his face rises and falls, making it difficult to understand what he's saying. His three vine-arms, one thick and muscular and two covered in wicked thorns, stick out to the sides as he rolls, with the center one switching from left to right so he can travel in a somewhat straight line. His favorite spot is the prow, where he wraps his vines around the woodwork and leans into the wind and ocean spray, laughing joyously as the ship rises and falls on the water. "Illnore! The water is salty! And cold! Haha! Wheeeeee!"
Chiselnits scowls like an obdurate toddler and whips his thorny vines at the baddies who want to hurt his Illnore.
"OW! Illnore!" Attacks are coming from all sides, more are coming, and Illnore's hurt! Using his vine arms, he vaults over her and plants himself between her and the baddies. His body's spikes extend to their fullest as he glares wicked thorns at the one that hit Illnore. "I'll protect you! Get back!"
"Whee! That was a big one! Oh, hey look! Friends! Hi, friends!"
Chiselnits cavorts under the waves a bit before settling in for the search.
Yup! Both these characters have a certain child-like quality to them, though Chiselnits is definitely more innocent in his child-like wonder. Mrs. Crinkle just stopped giving a rat's hind end about people's opinions about her and is trying to squeeze as much fun out of life as she can before she croaks.
Chiselnits wraps his vines around himself and plunges into the sea, splashing everyone with an enormous SPLOOOSH! Once underwater, he opens up a crack along his abdomen, letting out a huge group of suspicious-looking bubbles, then powers himself to the ocean floor. Any items he finds get placed into his belly-cavity for the trip back to the surface.
As soon as he sees Adoril in the water, Chiselnits stretches out his vine and extends an oar out to him. "Catch, Adoril!"
"Rowing? I love rowing! I rowed when we worked with pirates!" Chiselnits wraps his vines around a couple of oars, uses his body spikes to steady himself, and begins to row. He's plenty strong, but it's hard for him to brace himself to get sufficient leverage. Illnore has to hop down and push against him (thorns retracted in that spot, of course) to help.
When the large wave hits, the sentient burr acts like a kid on a carnival ride. "Whoooa! Wheeee! Hahaha! That was fun, wasn't it guys?"
"Yeah! Here we go!" Chiselnits wraps his vine around Maneki's hand and counts down to start: "Three, two, one, GO!"
"Yeah! You're no match for me, Illnore! Woo hoo! Anybody else wanna try?" Chiselnits assumes the position in the hopes that someone else will want to arm wrestle him too, flexing his...muscles? Do vines even have muscles? Regardless, it looks pretty strong, despite having no bones.
"As for my 'career', though I hail from Cheliax, my formative years were had in Lastwall and I have survived its horrors," In an unintentionally loud whisper, Chiselnits asks: "What horrors?"
Chiselnits rolls up to Tesla and tries to touch the electricity with a thorny vine. Fortunately it dissipates before he can make contact. "Ooo! Boats and little friendly lightening? This is gonna be so fun!"
"A boat? YEAH! Let's go!" Chiselnits exclaims. He retracts his body's thorns into himself and rolls off--in the wrong direction. After about ten feet, he stops. "Uh, which way is it?"
Meanwhile, Chiselnits is showing off to the locals by offering rides inside his abdominal cavity to the children. At first there's some alarm, as it certainly looks like he's offering to eat the kiddos. However, after he gets Illnore to vouch for him, he gets a steady stream of children to volunteer. They come out all dizzy and woozy, and the other kids think it's hilarious. The adults look on in amusement as the over-sized child-like plant plays with their children.
A short time later, she summons Chiselnits again. As soon as he retracts his thorns, she falls onto him to give him a hug. Her voice comes out somewhat choked. "Oh buddy! I'm so sorry! You were so brave! Oh, don't die on me again, do you hear?" Chiselnits hugs Illnore back with his non-thorny vine. He responds softly, knowing how hard it will be to keep such a promise: "I'll try, Illnore. I promise. I'll try." He's uncharacteristically quiet as the group gathers up the wounded, making sure he's the last one to leave the area so he's between the bear and the people. It...bothers him--a lot--that he can't really protect Illnore. Every time he gets hurt, so does she. So being between her and the danger isn't enough. I gotta figure out how to not get hit! But how?
"OW! BAD BEAR! Stay back, Illnore!" Chiselnits swings out his vines at the bear, stretching them beyond their normal size.
"Right! Illnore, stay behind me!" Chiselnits begins advancing. It's actually kind of funny to watch. He throws his arms out to the side and rolls forward about 5 feet, then stops, pops up on his legs (like a spider missing too many limbs) to look around, then plops down and rolls forward again to repeat the process. He's surprisingly quick though.
"A beast? I'll protect you, Illnore!" Chiselnits interposes himself between Illnore and the cave entrance and glares razor-sharp thorns at it.
"Uh, Illnore? That looks...really hard. Everyone else was doing well at the other challenges, just like you, but they're failing at this one. Hard. And it's not your strong suit anyway. Can you just...not? I don't want you to fall in too. You're so little you'd freeze right away. And then I'd have to carry you and then you'd puke inside me, and everything will be bad. Please don't? Please?" Chiselnits tries to use puppy dog eyes to drive it home, but he's got a face only his summoner could love.
"Yeah! 'Cause I can go faster! Let's go!" And with that, Chiselnits rolls off in the wrong direction again. This time, he corrects himself after about 20 feet. "Heheh. Meant to do that!"
"Oh, poor Illnore. I'm so sorry. I tried real hard to get it right the first time, but it's harder than it looks." Chiselnits cuddles up next to her, spikes retracted, and looks on with concern until she feels better.
"Sure! Hop in!" Chiselnits's belly cracks open, revealing the open space inside him. Illnore clambers inside with her pack. It's a tight fit, but Chiselnits is able to mostly close his belly crack once she's tucked up her feet. He grabs a pole and hefts it for balance. "Okay, ready? Here we goooooo!" Holding it out to the side, he takes a rolling start. At the last moment, he shoves his muscular arm out in front of him to gain some lift, then jams the pole into the river with the other two arms.
"Oof!" His timing was off, so he backs up and tries again.
Chiselnits notices how distracted Illnore seems this morning. "Gosh, you're in one of your quiet thinking moods, aren't you Illnore? Don't worry about it. I'll make sure you have a nice, easy path to walk on, okay?" He begins rolling in front of her, using his arms to pack down the snow even more.
Rolling up to take a gander at those claw marks, Chiselnits whistles in appreciation. "Stay close to me, Illnore. I don't want that thing getting you."
Nope. I had forgotten to refresh his status lines after the last game. All fixed now.
"Well gosh! I wanna try! And I smell like a plant, so they won't be scared of me!" Both rolls: Chiselnits is a bit too eager and doesn't bother to look very closely for the bells before rolling out into the herd.
"Yup. It's great. But it makes it hard to roll ahead." Chiselnits demonstrates by tucking in his spikes and rolling off into the fog. Seconds later you hear a *thunk* as he hits a tree. The fog muffles his voice as he calls back: "I'm okay!" The sound of snow falling off the tree follows. "Oof! Less okaay."
"Boy, do I!" Chiselnits rolls over to the tree and begins hauling himself up there.
Unfortunately, the shape of his body doesn't lend itself well to evenly distributing his weight around the trunk of the tree. He has to jump off before the egg gets dumped to the ground. "Phooey!"
"Yeah, thanks a bunch! I don't want Illnore to get tired too soon. Then I'd have to carry her, and she gets sick in there when I do." Chiselnits then cracks open the underside of his ball-shaped body, revealing a halfling-sized cavity. Snapping it shut, he retracts his spikes and rolls away, vines akimbo and voice alternately muffled as his face rhythmically plants into the snow: "Race you to the starting line!"
Glancing around, then down, Chiselnits mumbles: "Not everyone has teeth, you know. I don't want to be a chattering tooth. Pathfinder Pros sounds better for me."
Chiselnits rolls up to the wagon, then uses his vines to clamber up into it. Staying in a seat is...tricky. It was clearly made for bipedal-types, not adult-human-sized thorny balls with long, thorny vines. "Ope. I'll just, um, here. Maybe if I...nope. That won't work. Sigh. Illnore, can you help me? I don't want to hurt anyone." He glances down at her with a pleading look in his eyes and a plaintive tone to his voice as he mumbles so only she can hear: "Especially since those ones are looking at us all grumpy-like."
"Hey look! I'm furry and pokey like a porcupine! Wanna pet me?" Chiselnits giggles and rolls around Illnore. Funny enough, the spines on his body retract when he rolls, and his face leaves funny prints in the snow. "Hey Illnore! Look what happens when my mouth is open when I roll!" He shows off, leaving an imprint of a goofy face in the snow.
"Hi everyone! Can I pet your doggy?" Chiselnits extends his muscular vine toward the dog so it can sniff him as he glances questioningly at the Venture Captain.
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