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Lets make a list! You missed me. Luckily I caught it, I’m sure you’re just not ready for the magnificence of Centaureas magic.
I think daphne is complete, Normally I might fiddle with equipment but luckily here that is not a concern.
I appreciate the kobold humor of "Chew Materials". Daphne is going to be convinced Kobolds are all pyromaniacs though.
I'm still trying to find a suitable class for the ogre I rolled... stats: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 stats: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11stats: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 stats: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 focus: 18 foible: 8 That's well above average for focus/foible. Ogre's get +6 str, -2 dex, +2 con, -2 int, -2 cha +2 NA
Honestly you're fine as nearly any class. A starting score of 16 int is more than good enough to make an alchemist work, you can always prep reduce person and later cat's grace if you want your dex to jump up. At level 1 the default plan of punching things until you can pick up a sword then put on armor at some point seems fine even if you assign your foible to str. For the starting levels that +2 NA is effectively offsetting the hit to AC/Dex from being large, so put on a chain shirt and you'll be about where a level 1 character expects to be. I think I'd go goliath druid personally, but you should be more than alright. Think about it this way. A human alchemist with 20 point buy using the array straight out of a random alchemist guide: Str: 12
Your alchemist Str: 21
Trade your bombs for sneak attack, buy some javelins eventually, get power attack at level 3. Maybe take a martial level for proficiency and something else (rage is good, so is bloodrage). Never look back.
Here's my Tauress. cell talk: "We tried to steal a cache of sacred weapons. Real dangerous things, including a katana of Inma, a heavy mace of Asmodeus, and even a glaive of Zon Kuthon! Should have known it was too nice a haul, but if wishes were horseshoes we'd all be shod. Abadar's Truth all we got our eyes on was a warhammer of some dullard sun god Mithralam or something. I still have a headache. That's what happens when you try to filch unused weaponry from the church of his royal uptightness Mithrum and get caught. Too bad Jen got shot. Shouldn't have told them she had more bombs. Rough sort of karma for blowing the job though. I still think that's what caused all the excitement. Jen being enthusiastic, blew a larger hole in the wall than we needed. The inquisitor said the weapon called for help, but I didn't hear it. I suppose stranger things have happened. Just our luck it wasn't the right wall. All that effort infiltrating, weeks as a wretched human, and our alchemist blows up the wrong side of the treasury. It was almost worth it just to see their faces when the potion wore off. Hey, what are you in for?"
Sorry for being gone - I had a death in the family and it meant driving to the middle of nowhere. No mental bandwidth left for internet things. I'll be back friday, but feel free to continue to bot me in the interim.
Daphne moves forward silently, her eyes focused on the rider.
Daphne dances free of the entangling vines, then turns fire dancing from her fingers.
Daphne walks towards halmier, chanting a quick rhyme in Druidic as her steps loosen.
"Sneaky!"
Daphne continues shooting, stepping calmly to the side as she gets hit. "Ouch, someone's shooting back!
Daphne fires a burst at the studied gnome. "This will teach me to memorize more fire. You're right Danika."
"Agreed, faster is better. I'm out of fireballs however. Wreck get the one on the right."
"Toughen up friend, only a few fights left then a great deal of beer." Daphne eyes the gnomes, then grins savagely as they burst into flame.
Yes. The carving should be just ahead.
Daphne looks at Danika like she's crazy. "Remember, we can just reincarnate him once we break the fairies hold. Don't worry harb, we'll be back. Or you will. Gather up his stuff, he'll want it." She casually saws off some of his beard, the wraps it for later reincarnation.
- Gnome
"Harb! We just reincarnated you! With your luck you'll come back a gnome this time." Daphne jokes, but her face is grim.
So my wife had an accident yesterday (she and the little girl are fine but I'm in car/insurance hell) I thought I'd posted from my phone but apparently not. Sorry friends!
Daphne fires on the creature, aiming for eyes and nose.
Daphne eyes the beast, and tosses a ball of fire at it almost as an afterthought, then brings her bow up again. "Hrm, fiend. This might be interesting."
"The minotaur then." Daphne sets out, following the path outlined by Halmier.
"A fine idea. A maze is only interesting if it's not deadly peril. Harb if you can draw us a map, we can easily follow it, or simply walk around the outside and melt a way in. Either way."
Daphne sweeps her gaze over the trees once more , then turns north as Danika speaks. "Let's hope they're still carving ice. After the eating contest I have my doubts. Proceed."
"Bring forth your master, fey, we have no time for games."
Back to posting after a very long weekend. Sorry I was slow!
Her next set of arrows take the fey in the eyes and throat.
Daphne's shots soar past the storm. "Hrm, should have aimed lower."
"Spread out, he's another mage."
"Everything dies eventually. Worry for the young, not the loggers. Clear the old growth away, and deal with the fey. The town will recover."
"We have a tent of marvels to set on fire, and good riddance to bad rubbish, but after that the ale and the minotaur/maze are our concerns." Daphne walks toward the modern marvels, intent on channeling fire for the betterment of the future.
Daphne grimaces as the fireball goes off, then focuses on her bow a moment. The next shots are much closer the mark. "It's always some idiot throwing around fireballs that gets the arrow in the eye. It's a rule.
Daphne moves with little care for the noise, and emerges from the fog to the west of the fey. With a smooth motion she nocks and fires.
The shot goes low, thunking into the side of the building.
Daphne moves quietly towards the competitors and the fog rolls in over her, covering the competition.
Daphne looks over the fair for the tent, running her mental fingers along the edge of the name of fire.
"Sounds right, we can set the machine tent ablaze as we go by." Daphne seems grim.
Daphne considers the sleigh a moment, then looks back over the fair. "I think we'll want to just torch the machinery tent. I can't imagine anything good has come of the wood chipper. Safer to burn the tent down than to try and chase fey through it. Beyond that, I don't know. The minotaur and the maze, perhaps." She stops herself. Hard times ahead for the town regardless, better to move quickly. We cannot save everyone. "I don't think we have much time. Let's move as we can."
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"The children, fiend, or you face the end of your eternity."
Daphne fires on the gnome as he comes to a stop, watching him carefully to see what he plans. "Where did you take the children, poppet?"
Daphne looks around for a moment, touching her bow, trying to find the right spot to ambush the gnome on his way back.
"Now that the kids are gone, a bit of preparation seems in order. Danika can you do something about our shortage of imaginary children? Wouldn't want our sleigh rider to think anything is amiss. Before the obvious moment, at least. An illusion or an explanation, whichever you think better suits his temperment. I'll be over here."
"Save the children, first. Halmier and I will do what we can to keep them from harm. The rest of you can do what you like to the gnome and the sled." Daphne nods to Halmier, then moves towards the children trusting her companions can deal with a gnome.
"We don't have time to be distracted playing hide and seek with brownies. Ah, the storm." Daphne gestures dismissively at the machine.
"Children first. There's enough horrors in this place that we will have plenty still to deal with after we see the young safe."
"Wreck, why are you holding me? Also why do I feel a charge? Oh and children.
She mutters to herself softly, every word tripping out of her mouth one over the other louder and louder... "Ah! That accounts for it. Time is a touchy fellow and he won't stand for beating Now if you got on with him For instance, suppose it were nine o'clock on your morrow's morn Just time to begin your lessons only whisper a hint to time and round goes the clock in a twinkling Hands tripping over each other to half past one" "TIME FOR DINNER INDEED" As she finishes the last word, her fist pointed at the sky thunder cracks, but no lightning follows, and she peers up at the sky bewildered.
"I think we insist. Daphne begins chanting in druidic. There's no time for this. Who knows what's happening to those children while we delay.
That tent of lumberjacks and their tools can't be doing well. Couldn't happen to a nicer set of jerks. Let's get the kids out of here. "No, we need to get the children out. The adults have some hope, the kids do not. Let's start with that group by the sleigh ride. Does anyone else remember where the packs of kids were gathering?" |