Not gonna make the deadline so I'll drop out of consideration.
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Are you allowing us the ability to craft any items with our starting funds? If so are there any limits, such as time or percentage of our money?
Are we going to be level 5 throughout or will we level up at some point?
Going to dot. Though I doubt I will have time by the 5th. We'll see.
I'm going to withdraw interest. Just not feeling PbP anymore.
Getting Catch-off Guard significantly adds to my damage potential at low levels since it's another option to apply sneak attack, later on it's meh. Losing throw anything isn't a big deal since I won't be throwing bombs, it is a bonus feat though so I'd like something to replace it even if it's not combat related, even if it's skill focus alchemy.
I should ask. Alchemists get throw anything for free, however that is not a feat you can take with Elephant. The rules are silent on whether alchemists get catch-off guard which throw anything is merged into. Do alchemists get catch off guard as a bonus feat? That is the recommendation fixing monsters.
I think I have the good doctors adjusted, I still need to give her one more extract known and another language. Fluff is in the profile. I don’t usually plan out builds ahead of time but I know I will have feral mutagen at 2 and feats will generally support that. I don’t plan on multiclassing or prestige classing. Generally she will be a tank/dpr in combat while providing int based skills out. Edit: I need to redo equipment
Gonna try Ethyl again, against my better judgment. She needs slight modification since her last outing didn't use Elephant or background skills.
I'm dropping. This is not the game for me. Have fun all.
Perfect we all become mute except we for a catch phrase.
So I guess we all gain a madness now. @GM I think we've lost Blue, unfortunately. I don't think anyone's taken enough sanity damage to gain a greater madness. Did you want us to choose, roll on a table, or assign one to us?
Doc opens the door revealing the grisly scene.
With Doc's nostrils and stomach saved from further torment she followed behind Vex and the Dwarf as the group headed to the north. She tried to assess the rubble in front of them, perhaps it could be cleared safely. [ooc]Is the way north blocked? Satisfied that she knew nothing about how buildings are constructed she took a moment to regard the nearby door with a wary eye.
We can easily do it on the way back. @GM if the duration is less than 5 minutes I will trigger the initiative bonus for next combat.
Heightened awareness. I declared it a bit ago, but it was under the provision of when we left the chapel area.
Can we not run the time out of my 10 minute buff immediately? Please?
Chatty goes off by his lonesome and dies as a horror descends from the sky and follows the smell of rotting meat.
Don't worry I just called Chatty a fool for his fool's errand. No hard feelings lol.
Doc, finally starting to recover from her nausea, asks Chatty while knowing the answer, ”And what precisely are you going to use as fuel? Surely not the bodies, due to the high water content of flesh it requires a much higher igniting temperature than wood or coal. And I doubt there’s enough wood nearby to keep them going for very long. One wonders how they managed to keep it going in the first place. Now if you were to somehow render the fat from the bodies, but that seems like it may take more effort than it's worth.”
Doc waves at Slip dismissively, "A common side effect of some drugs, especially when imbibed without food. That compounded with my currently enhanced olfactory bulb, has led to my quite embarrassing predicament. I will have to reformulate to suppress this particular reflex slightly."
The room turns Doc’s stomach upside down and she simply says, ”Nope”. She returns to the hallway, away from where her now extra sensitive nose has betrayed her. Later when the group rejoined her she claimed a backpack and bedroll for herself, which she squirreled away the extra thieves tools, the mess kit, a flint and steel, and the bits and bobs used to make a healing tincture.
Doc's spine stiffens as they enter the courtyard, "The less time we spend outside the better. There are things that move in the fog, things we best left alone, at least in these uncontrolled environs. We must divide the larger task into smaller more manageable and achievable goals. As we conquer each in turn we will inexorably make progress. Right now that small task is the next door." Doc looks over as Vex attempts to open the door.
We head north to the first door on the right past the barricade.
Assuming none Doc opens the door.
You need to decipher scrolls first, that is usually automatically accomplished by casting read magic, which no one currently has prepared. Otherwise you can decipher scrolls with spellcraft check, typically with a DC 20+spell level. I guess these scrolls are easier than normal? Read magic is something I always have prepared if I'm able. But it is not an Alchemist extract.
Doc scans the scrolls and sneers at them dismissively, "If I had to guess some kind of divine magic."
I'm still missing my crafting alchemy kit and some misc gear but otherwise at start.
"More religious imagery no doubt. And no way through here, unless we want to carve our way through the wall. Perhaps there is a path north before we have to resort to less desirable options." She waits for Chatty to open the lock.
Ethyl ponders, "Was the screeching intelligible?"
"My dear Chatty," she begins condescendingly, "That's the precise reason I want to study it. If we can understand this ocular mycosis, we might understand the fog better."
Doc knows nothing useful, lol
Doc regards the strange fungus that is growing on the wall, "Well, that's the strangest thing I've seen today. I'm sure the magnitude of that statement is not lost on you." She wanted to approach for a closer look but did not let her curiosity get the better of her. Still she studied it as well as she could from a safe distance. She asked York, "You say you've covered it. Have you done anything else? Perhaps prodded it with a 10ft pole? If so how did it react?" She tried to plumb the depths of her shattered memory for anything that even remotely resembled the strange growth. She continued to ask questions, "Is it growing? Did it start out as a small blot and then grow to this size? Have you taken measurements? Of course you haven't, and I'm sure that samples haven't been harvested. Is it crying? Can you fetch me a bucket and that 10ft pole?"
Doc will attempt to use a pole or reach weapon to place a bucket in a position that it will collect a tear. Once she's done that she will use a longspear or tie a dagger to a pole to try and scrape some of the fungus from the wall. Once she has her samples she will try to determine what kind of substances they are.
Darkest Dungeon is great. They're making a sequel now.
I picked up Inscryption and Encased for myself. My SO picked up Cooking Simulator and Unpacking.
Take all the time you need.
And Doc has a specific aversion towards kids.
With a sneer Doc regards the children and their paper dolls. She lets Slip talk to them, no need to offend their hosts. Her consternation at the children is interrupted but a audible stomach growl.
Once the others were done talking with the children's caretaker and satisfied that there was nothing for her here she moved to the next door over and tried the handle.
Big problem at work today and yesterday that is demanding all my attention. I won't be able to post until tomorrow.
We got all of our found equipment back.
Doc slipped on the other set of leather armor, the ill-fitted suit chafed but chafing was better than being sliced. It didn’t restrict her movements too much, only if she needed to do some exceptionally detailed work would it get in the way. And if she had time for that she could just as easily take it off. She grabbed a second dagger and clutched the garden trowel she hated for some reason, but didn’t dare part with. Earlier she had found a mushroom growing in the corner of the chapel, where a bit of broken tile left room for it. She ate it, after determining it was safe and had a mile psychotropic effect.
At the door she made sure it was safe to open, and then listened through it.
If she finds nothing, Doc opens the door.
Dibs on the other leather armor.
Doc ignores Chatty's rudeness and suggests, "Daylight is wasting." She takes any light armor offered and heads towards the north.
Doc finds a corner with her back to the wall and sleeps sitting up. Her sleep is light but still restful. She wakes up early and alert, apparently early morning grogginess doesn't suit her. After studying her formulae book she accepts the meal offered by Winter. Her base self thinks, plenty of meat to go around. Best to eat it before it rots. She shows the tiny bit of gristle floating in her soup to Chatty, "Think its your rat friend?"
Doc peered through the window behind Chatty, she didn't understand what was happening. This was a feeling she was uncomfortable with. She didn't even have a theory. She stumbled back with genuine fear on her face and managed to mutter, "We cannot leave."
For the next couple of hours Doc escaped into her work. She paged through her formula book, not really reading it, her mind was set on the xanthic fog outside and the horrid shapes that it contained.
Doc watches carefully as Vex begins to learn the halfling's language.
”I’m hesitant to leave a large group in such an obviously dangerous place. I also wonder why they have not simply left, perhaps they cannot.” After resting Doc prepared what she hoped was a better concoction.
What a bunch of scoundrels we've assembled. Poor Slip.
Doc would be relieved, lol.
Doc looks about the chamber suspiciously, ”Your terms are perfectly cromulent.” Doc didn’t mean it. ”Once we’ve murdered anything unacceptable to the north and absconded with their goods, you will answer our questions.” Doc answered Blue’s question whether he wanted Doc’s opinion or not, ”Clearly the kind that doesn’t discriminate based on age. Children can suffer the maladies of the mind just as well as adults.”
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