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Chitwick rummages through his cap-sack and pulls out a Deerstalker hat along with a pipe and magnifying glass.
Yes, the craft room is a start. Let us make our way quietly. We do not know what other monsters lurk out there.
"Hi-ya? thats the best you can do? Try this
Round 1
Round 2
Summer work schedule has been beating me down. Sorry for my lack of posts. I just had to drop one of my games, but this is one that I'll be able to keep. I'll try to have a post up by the end of the night
Chitwick flutters into action. This wasn't his first rodeo, and it shows.
"Now that's what I'm talkin about!" Chitwick gets in a power stance, takes a deep breath and bellows at another one of the spider-like creatures. He lets loose a wild howler monkey yell.
Sorry, I've been busy with work, running a game and now vacation.
Psssst, hey. Are you all right? Did these tings do that to ya?
Returning the whisper, Chitwick leans close to Droid.
Who else, Box-brain! Chitwick replies from the handle. He lets go and glides down. he gives boxy a hesitant glare.
Chitwick steels himself with a deep puff of his cigar, slowly letting the sweet candy smoke billow out as he walks the darkened campground.
Reaching the cabin, he peers around, not to cognizant of what's going on inside. After inspecting the building for an entrance, he decides to climb the door and give the handle a jiggle.
"Y-yeah, yeah you're right. We don't need none of that.
A shudder runs down Chitwick's soft, fluffy back. There's more, there's always more. We jus gotta go out there and find 'em, y'know, and put a hurtin' on em. He looks towards the sfot glow of the arts & craft cabin, then quickly turns around towards the cafeteria. He could've sworn her heard a noise coming from the storage shed, but then again, maybe it was coming from the admin building? He tugged on his cap bag, bringing it tighter towards him. His bravado has disappeared, and in it's place, an inkling of uncertainty mixed with some splatterings of fear.
Chitwick flutters his wings and jumps to action at the sign of danger. He unleashes an inflammatory barrage of words at the verdant golem. WOULD YA LOOK AT THAT BIG GREEN BOOGER!
Chitwick starts fluttering his wings and banging his chest. His anxiety builds up and he lets out a gruff battle cry at the figure after it's shown itself.
This is what's confusing me.
"What?" Chitwick replies as he takes a puff of his cigar.
Without a map works perfectly fine for me. Did we want to try to reach out to the person who posted after the submission date to fill in Tuffet's spot?
Newsie Chitwick climbs up and over the window and joins up with Droid and Boxy. He takes a big drag of his cigar and begins to speak, letting out a puff of rose-scented cigar smoke after every few words. " Tha wind? Wus wrong wit the wind, bub? Y' think it could be dem creepy crawlies?"
GM, can you post the link to the .pdf on either the header or in campaign info if it isn't too much? I tend to post from my phone often, and having to hunt that link down gets a bit bothersome.
Some ruffling is heard from behind Boxy, Tuffet and Droid.
Chitwick's small is 8 year old Arthur Freeman (Artie or Art for short). Descended from American slaves, he has had Chitwick since childbirth. Mister Chitterwick, as he was originally called, has been passed down from generation to generation. Each generation either creates another hat and outfit for him, or repairs his homemade doll body. Artie is an only child, and is considered a bit on the runt-ish side. His asthma and bifocal glasses keep him from interacting too much in physical activities, though he genuinely enjoys them. He dreams of becoming a big sports star when he grows up, whether it be baseball, football, basketball, soccer or all four. He hasn't told many people this, but he has shared it with his best friend Chitwick. Chitwick loves him dearly and wants nothing more than to keep him safe and happy.
Chitwick skitters over to Boxy and extends an arm. "Hiya Boxy, m-my names Mister Chitwick! We shouldn't focus on what makes us different. I think we're all great in our own way. I bet you've got some really nice playtime stories!" He then introduces himself to both Tuffet and Droid in a similar, courteous manner.
Apologies for the hold-up!
Chitter chatter comes from the top bunk where little Arthur lay sleeping. The boy had had a rough day at Camp Arawak. Physical activity wasn't his strong suit, as his asthma seemed to put a damper on all sorts of activities. Chitwick patted Art on the head and gave him a loving nuzzle. Sleep tight, Artie. Chitwick glanced over the bunk to judge his distance. He tiptoed back over to Art, grabbed his knapsack, and did a little stretch before breaking into a four-legged sprint. A-one. Hands hit the ground. A-two. brown furry monkey feet reach past the hands. and a-three! Off he goes, airborne as two magnificent bird wings spread out! Soaring towards the ground, Mister Chitwick throws his hands out in glee, smiling a great big ear-to-ear smile as he glides. He tucks his wings back and prepares for a goofy landing. He slides up besides Boxy and Droid, in a calculated rough-and-tumble sort of landing that leaves him on his back with his wings crossed over his body. "Boy, oh boy! Can't wait to do that again!"
My apologies for holding anything up.
Hey guys, gonna have to bow out. Life's hit a rough patch and I won't be able to keep up with the posting speed. Good luck to all!
"All right Rico, let's settle down right behind Booger Boy, and when those punks come, we'll give 'em hell."
"I ain't no f'in RAT" Chitwick spits as he shoves his way past Stitches. "Rico! Let's ride, pal. Ey, Doc, remind me that I owe you a drink when we're done with this"
Squirts of blood splatter as he struggles to get his words out. "D-doc" a heavy wheeze accompanies his voice as he removes his goggles and slowly opens his eyes, "y-ou're one ugly m-f." Seeing that Stitches, well, stitched him back up, he looks him in the eye, gives him a toothy grin and chuckles, "Ugly as sin, but y'know w-what you're doin'. Name's Chitwick. That ass in my face is Rico's. R-Rico, Would you get your ass out of my face?!"
Sorry from Chitwick & Rico! Work has been ridiculously busy for spring break and I've also got family visiting.
You are correct. Round 8Chitwick goes down hard. Rico stands his ground over his fallen partner.
"Let's teach 'em how to Tango, Rico!" Round 5 (or whatever round I get to act in place of my readied action?)
"Don't you know who we are, you stupid moron?!"
Spoiler: The duo continue their assault on the psycho bandit.
GM Wolf, I still need to fix up my info for you, I haven't forgotten. Work and life has been super busy lately and I haven't had a chance to get on a proper computer in a few days. Next chance I get, I'll fix it all up and shoot you a message.
"I love the smell of burnt bandit in the morning! Once that fire clears and we've got a clear line, Rico, charge 'em!"
Chitwick bangs his lance against Rico's armor and then spikes the butt to the ground as the skag rears and roars. Sunlight beams off of the lance's sword-like blade, two red ribbons attached to the shaft sway in the breeze.
"N-n-ninety seconds?! $@&*%in' GREAT. Aw jeez, c'mon Rico!" Chitwick attaches his lance onto a hook on Rico's side and begins digging around one of the skag's saddlebags. He pulls out a slender, curved blade, reminiscent of a bardiche's blade, and attaches it onto the tip of his tail, tugging tightly on it's leather straps. Securely fastened, he gives his tail a swift twist before digging back through a pack. He pulls out a pair of goggles and a thin red scarf that he tied around his neck.
Alarmed by the thwips of the arrows, Chitwick ducks behind a storage container and draws his trusty old revolver at Velden out of pure instinct. "WHOA! Chill out! I ain't ditchin' nobody! I think it's best we put these guys to work. Who knows how many of those trash heads could be making their way out towards us right now. You gotta work SMARTER not HARDER, numbskull! Obviously this security outfit ain't all its cut out to be, and bandits could easily outnumber the two of us and Mr. Rock & Roll over there. "
Amazed at Taunk's ability to escape, Chitwick continues to complain to Velden as he makes his way over to Rico's cell.
He pats Taunk on the leg and proceeds to Rico's cell, where those around here a few good snacks and a Skag roar as Chitwick wakes his companion up. More scurrying, clinking and clanking can be heard as the ratfolk preps the skag in his combat regalia. Once the two emerge from the cell, they are both decked out in their armor, with Chitwick adding a lance to his gun and sword.
"Hey! Listen, green guy! Just 'cause I'm on this side of your box don't make me a jail keep! Now, I don't know what you did to land yourself in that predicament but I'm pretty sure if you gotta leak, you're gonna have to suck it up and soil yer britches, pal. It ain't my choice, I swear. Thems the rules, and sadly, you gotta play by them. If you can hold it a bit longer, I can find one of the full-time wardens and see what they say. I'm just here in merc work."
He continues down the corridor until he reaches the other wardens who've been chit chatting. He steps in between the two and speaks to the pointy-eared one.
Special abilities like what the characters have in-game? Roland's Turret and everything? I kind of included something like that in my build (Chitwick's rage ability) but I'm sure I could come up with something way cooler, outside of class features and all.
Idea #1: Overload:
Chitwick was experimented on and given an auxiliary nervous system that increases his reaction time and his strength output (demonstrated by his savage tech rage that increases Str and Dex). Pushing that to the limit, Chitwick could develop an overloading technique that gives him either a Haste (Dex increase causes him to be way faster) or Displacement (his Dex increase makes his reaction time so quick he has a 50% chance to dodge) effect and then perhaps an auto-crit that triggers once every time he enters this overloaded state.
Rated: Eh Idea #2: Rico, King of Skags:
Now this idea is dependent on Chitwick's mount, so it may not be the greatest thing to go with, but it could be fun.
Rico, having been experimented on by ATLAS, appears to be a typical skag other than his more domesticated, dog-like demeanor. When activated, Rico's colors change from his typical grayish to either green (acid), orange (fire), yellow (electricity) or purple (slag). They would give him a breath weapon that would deal a scaling 1d6 or whatever, or in case of the slag, it could deal 1d3 but then multiplies everyone else's damage for however many rounds. Again, this is solely dependent on Rico not being dead and being around Chitwick all the time. Rated: Meh Idea #3: HO-LY CHIT:
Chitwick's damage output increases dramatically, allowing him to put holes in just about anything. Perhaps he ignores hardness to a certain degree?
Rated: Bleh Idea #4: Battlemind Link:
Who knows what else ATLAS could've done to these two. Perhaps they've managed to link up their minds to increase battle efficiency? This would work as the spell, except they would take the higher initiative of the two and act simultaneously.
Rated: Whatever If anyone can come up with any ideas for a special ability for my ratfolk, I am all ears.
If Stitches is on the ground, Chitwick will be aboard the shuttle serving as a mercenary along with Velden, seeing as he's returning to Pandora out of his own volition.
Waiting to have my sheet reviewed before making a post
Although she obviously isn't a "god" it seems like you are pretty much describing Angel. Personally, I feel that this god should speak solely in fax machine and dial-up sounds. I THINK I am done with Chitwick. I should really invest in hero lab one of these days because that was way too much zigzagging all around the internet for a sunday morning. Fingers crossed!
Chitwick would be so perplexed to be teamed up with another being like him. It could make for some interesting role playing, and also we'd be able to make use of the swarming ability!
This is Echos Myron's submission, Chitwick, an Atlas experiment that got away from one of their many labs. Turned him into a savage technologist barbarian and kept the cavalier side. Wasn't able to finish the sheet tonight, but I will get it up tomorrow evening after work if recruitment is still open.
Flash & Shock: off of the ratfolk racial archetype Gulch Gunner instead? Flash and Shock (Ex): At 1st level, the gulch gunner can take advantage of the flash and sound of a firearm to throw off an attacker's aim at close range. When she makes an attack against a foe within her firearm's first range increment, she may spend 1 grit point to gain a +4 circumstance bonus to AC against that opponent until the beginning of her next turn. She can only perform this deed while wearing medium, light, or no armor, and while carrying no more than a light load. This deed replaces the deadeye deed. |
