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Thank you GM DoubleGold for running the game. I had a lot of fun. It was educational too! I learned not to make a PC like this for an ooze focused game. ;-) Now I can find a podcast doing "The Slithering" and not worry about learning spoilers or out-of-character information.
"Do you sense any magic Lani?" Eegkokirro asks. "Did you see the dust Kisharn, Mok? It disappeared." The grippli takes a sling bullet and tosses it into the air where the dust disappeared. After seeing what happens he says, "I'll try to disable the trap now. Be ready to jump in case the pit is bigger than I think."
"I wasn't expecting that," Eegkokirro whispers pointing to the rubble. "Should we search it?
"Well, the sunset doors then," Eegkokirro says as he walks to the western door. If it is locked as well, he'll get out his lockpicks and, after checking for traps, attempt to open the eastern doors.
"The sun rises in the east," Eegkokirro says they stand with the choice of two doors. "I say we start with the eastern doors." He knocks on the doors with the end of his mace.
"Archive of the Sun?" Eegkokirro repeats and starts to think about what he knows of the Archive of the Sun. "Hmmm, so find the Pillar-Watcher with an eland head. Cursebreaker. Abayone, do you know how to activate Cursebreaker?"
Here's what Eegkokirro is getting at level 6. I'll update the character sheet soon. Skill Increase: Nature to Expert
Eegkokirro says, "Slings are better than clubs right now." He switches between his weapons and starts to spin the sling. "i'll attack that one" he says, pointing.
Eegkokirro nods at the others and opens the door to the storehouse. He steps to the side so he can club any oozes that rush forth.
"I'm looking forward to using this in a fight," Eegkokirro says patting the club hanging from his belt. He puts his healing supplies back into his backpack. "I want to gain more insight into fighting these creatures before we leave town."
Looking at the wounds and injuries of some of the others seeking treatment, Eegkokirro realizes there is more he can do. The grippli applies an ointment of dried mushrooms and roots that help reduce infections. "Why were you fighting? If you can tell me without getting agitated, that is."
"Oh, I have herbal treatments that can help," Eegkokirro says. When they arrive at the tent he brings out a small collection of jars, bottles, and linen wrapped ingredients. "I'm very familiar with poisons, so I'll attempt to heal those. I have tinctures and a variety of roots and flowers that neutralize poisons."
"Sick with other things?" the Eegkokirro asks the elf. He looks a little confused. "Is it related to the illness striking down the humans? We have found evidence that these dark red gems may come from Xatambra. I think that was going to be our next destination."
Eegkokirro admires the boots. "I think these will be very useful to you Mok." "Well done Grisshuk!" Eegkokirro says as they see the dead slimes he killed. At the start of their rest, after bandaging anyone who wants first aid, the grippli heads off to a weapon shop. "I'm getting a sling and a good number of bullets. I prefer fighting people hand to hand, but well..." the grippli shrugs. "Sometimes the situation calls for changing your tactics. Now is such a time. If anyone wants to come along, please do."
The grippli looks up at Kisharn with his eyes wide. "That's a good idea. I'm sure there's an empty bag or box in one of the rooms we passed," Eegkokirro says standing up. "Don't open that box until I'm back." Eegkokirro leaves the room and some noise s of rummaging can be heard from the next room.
"So it came from Nex. Stones steeping in a brewed liquid," Eegkokirro says after reading the note and looking at some of the gemstones scattered on the ground. After hearing the noise from the box, Eegkokirro gets closer, nearly pressing an ear against it, trying to determine if it's making noises like an animal, an ooze, or undead. "Let's close the doors so it can't escape the room. When you're ready, I'll open it," Eegkokirro says putting his club on the ground near him as he lightly touches the box.
"I have a feeling we'll be taking a trip soon," Eegkokirro says as he looks at the map. He thinks about what he knows about the region in relation to the locations marked on the map. Let's keep investigating here before moving on," he rests the club on his right shoulder. "Everybody ready?"
Eegkokirro picks up a club and attempts a few test swings. "It's a little heavier than I prefer, but this will be more effective than my sword." He squats and examines the tomb, looking for traps.
"Sorry chair!" Eegkokirro says as he wheels around with the chair in his hands and hurries back to the fight. Three steps away from the ooze, he begins to spin, building momentum, so that with his final step, the chair swings around in an effort to slam into the ooze. He lets the momentum carry him away as he makes a tactical retreat fifteen away.
"I hope this isn't a mistake," Eegkokirro says opening the door. He sees the table and the chairs in the other room . "If my sword isn't working, time for something new." He sheaths his shortsword while hurrying to the nearest chair.
You're right! For some reason I thought slings did d4 damage and thus weren't worth the bother. However they do d6 so that could provide minimal damage. Forget the frost vial idea.
I don't know how much gold was left during character creation. At this point, I imagine Eegkokirro running to a weapons shop (doing a Lore (Kibwe) check to find one that would let him trade his weapons for something else). Like his short sword +1 for a light mace +1 and a club. I'd even be willing to try using alchemical bombs even though Eegkokirro isn't trained in them. His ranged attack bonus is +4. Frost vials might be useful, maybe trade his short bow for some vials? I don't think any of his snares would work against an ooze.
Eegkokirro adjusts his grip on the shortsword. He should have searched the previous room for any potential weapons. Maybe a broom or a candlestick or have Mok break apart a chair? For now, he will attempt side to side slashing attacks. Perhaps that will inflict more wounds than stabbing it. The grippli scans the room, seeing how the space can be used tactically. He and Kisharn should get on opposite sides of it. For us to do that, I should be there he thinks of the corner, slipping past the chair and along the wall. He stops right by the door, slicing his sword towards the ooze.
"Not magic, just Lani's well practiced hands."
A grin grows on Eegkokirro as Lani repairs her tools and succeeds in opening the secret doors. He bows slightly, "Well done! Well done! I'll pay more attention to your techniques next time." He searches for traps as he enters the room.
Eegkokirro holds up his two snapped picks. "Well, these had better days. They were the only ones that'd fit in the mechanism to open these doors. Maybe we can keep exploring -- I'll be on the lookout for something that may be replacements."
Eegkokirro looks over the inventory but quickly moves to the wall. He traces where the seam of the secret door is. "This will be difficult I think." He checks for panels, triggers, or key holes for the door. He then attempts to open the other secret doors.
"Let's leave the oil for now," Eegkokirro says as he sees Mok push open the door. "Hopefully it doesn't follow us."
Eegkokirro salutes Kisharn with the flat of his blade, "Ready for trouble." He motions with his head towards the door so Mok and Lani know where he and Kisharn are going.
"I'll listen at this door," Eegokirro whispers to Mok as the grippli passes the orc. He stands near the door with one ear placed almost against it.
"Hold on, hold on," Eegkokirro says as he tinkers with the device. "It's magical and hard to disable." The grippli takes a deep breath, let's out a low croak, and practices in the air how he plans to render the trap useless. After a few times, he takes another calming breath. "If anyone wants to go into the other room, now's the time." He waits to allow anyone to seek safety in the other room then proceeds with another attempt at the trap.
Eegkokirro hears Kisharn's discovery of the trap and leaves the doors where he was listening. He hurries along the shelves lining the wall and squeezes past Kisharn and Mok to disable the trap. He takes some tools from his backpack that help in making traps harmless. "Let's see what we have here," he says getting closer to the trap.
"Well, I'm glad you're here," Eegkokirro whispers as they start to explore the next room. "Should we split ourselves between the doors, or all go through that one?" Eegkokirro asks pointing towards the northern door leading east. He softly steps to the doors and presses his ear against one of the doors.
"Unless we want to fight two oozes, we should leave by a back door," Eegkokirro says. "Or a window," he adds before looking at Mok, appraising the likelihood of the orc escaping through a window. "Grisshuk!" Eegkokirro says, "What are you doing here?"
Eegkokirro nods drawing his shortsword, "I doubt oozes knock. Cover me please," He goes to the front door and opens it a crack, revealing just half his face. "I'm Eegkokirro. Can I help you?" he asks with a pleasant tone. If he sees a human, he adds, "Sorry, for your protection, you need to stay right there."
"I hadn't thought about that," Eegkokirro admits. "Khalibi hopefully is safe deeper in the interior." The grippli finishes his treatment on Kisharn and starts stitching Mok's wounds.
"Kisharn, let me help you friend," Eegkokirro says reaching in his backpack for bandages and other medical supplies. "I have some good herbs and poultices for scales."
Eegkokirro's cheeks puff in and out more than normal as he recovers from the fight. "My usual style of hitting joints and pressure points is worthless against creatures without those," the grippli says. "Good team work though. Does anyone need help binding wounds?" He climbs onto the table to look at the map better.
Eegkokirro rolls to his side and stands, practically hopping onto his feet. He swings hoping to chip something off this golem before he steps back into a defensive position.
Eegkokirro weaves his swordplay and feet positions into a confusing display in hopes of distracting the construct. He attempts to trip the golem again, pushing into the back of their opponent's knees, but he loses his balance and falls to the floor. He croaks, breathing hard, and stands up almost as quickly as he fell.
Eegkokirro feints left and right before sweeping in for a leg attack to trip the construct. He then slashes with his shortsword while saying "I wish I had a flaming sword for Mr. Kindling."
Eegkokirro turns his head due to Kisharn's warning. The grippli lets out a croak and then says Thanks! He sways and slashes with his shortsword in an ascending arc. Using the momentum of his attack, he spins and squeezes between the construct and the wall to stand next to it and Kisharn. He takes a breath and thinks Constructs!?
This a time when my ignorance really makes my PC not as effective. If I had known oozes had their damage reduction to slashing and piercing weapons, I'd have given Eegkokirro a light mace. In a way though there are plenty of times in life when I have not been prepared for the situation in hand. So, that's where Eegkokirro finds himself. Maybe they can run to a weapon shop real fast and get some bludgeoning weapons? Also in some combats, Eegkokirro can apply poison to Kisharn's weapon too, especially if they are standing next to each other at the start of combat.
Eegkokirro gives a sigh of relief as the ooze collapses and sags as it greets death. He hurries past Mok and Kisharn to listen at the next set of double doors. Glancing at the golem, but not thinking about it much since it hasn't attacked.
Eegkokirro begins to whistle like the call of the red-headed toku toku and croak like a frog as he weaves the tip of his sword left and right as he attempts to distract the ooze. A quick slash of his sword tries to cut off a bit of the ooze. Then he attempts to roll and spin along the edge of the ooze to wind up between Kisharn and Mok.
Eegkokirro is a little surprised to see the ooze so close to the door. When Kisharn and Mok spring into action, the grippli reaches for one of the generic poisons he prepares daily and keeps in the vials on his belt. He pours the poison along the blade with a practiced hand and drops the vial to the floor. He stabs strait ahead with his sword, not trying any fancy maneuvers or feints since he is flanking the ooze with Kisharn.
Eegkokirro checks behind the desk for any clues as to what happened to the person who should be sitting there. When finished, he stands next to Kisharn and gets ready to push open the door. "On three?" he asks drawing his shortsword. |
