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I'm still not over the fact this whole AI scam is about making computers do the fun stuff whilst humans are stuck with drudgery. I mean, how can that sound even remotely like a desirable outcome. But, yeah, I expect my field (technical writing) to get decimated, eventually. At least the bottom-rung jobs. There will probably be some demand for the best writers and editors, but not much else.
Ethel, who has been eating her slop without even batting an eye, shoves a spoonful of broth in her mouth. "Yeah, we'll go there tomorrow, guns blazing and all. Whatever moves'll get fat with lead." She looks at a greyish brown cube floating in the broth. "Perhaps it's one of the locals who's set up this whole racket. Having trouble finding food, get started raising some mosquitoes, set some traps, wait for the adventurers, and, boom, there's some variety for you right there. Suppose they could also be interested in equipment. Some of these hobos carry stuff you wouldn't believe." Ethel seems largely unaware their host might take this theory the wrong way, or about the technical difficulties that might be involved with rearing mosquitoes.
"Monster hunters? You'd make more money running a pest control business. Anyway, what's your take on this whole thing? Cultists, the witch, all the bloody gods of the world telling you this place is nasty and you should leave?" Ethel eyes a peanut miraculously mosquito free lying at the edge of the counter.
Apologies for disappearing. I was informed my whole team (except myself) had been fired, which caused some non-negligible psychic damage, and as soon as I returned my partner had to undergo a (minor) surgery. Pretty busy times, I guess. Anyway, I'm back. I will catch up and post something today.
I'm off to a boring, almost week-long social activity today. Will probably not be able to post at least for the next couple of days, possibly until Sunday.
"At my age? I can see jack s%+$. When I was younger it wasn't much better." She frowns. "Now I'm thinking, how does your sparkly night vision work with sleeping and stuff? Do you see the inside of your head when you close your eyes?"
"S&+*, if you want me shooting this bad girl in the dark where I can see f%#$ all, I'm in," Ethel almost grins as she spins her pistol. When Dorgrum mentions searching the carriage, she shrugs. "Might as well, I guess." She kicks the coach door in and tries looking inside.
"Well, it's getting dark. I can't see s*!# in the dark like you folks, so I reckon it's best if we find somewhere to lay low until morning."
Apologies for the silence, last few days were very busy between work and etc. Will have something up soon!
Ethel crosses her arms and watches Pickles work. "That nose of yours can feel any magic around? My left toe hurts in this weird way when there's magic nearby. Or it could be arthritis."
"Nah, only hex I know is shooting and hitting s$@* until it stops moving. Take them to the inn, I guess? Should we punch that weirdo to see if he says something that's useful to us?"
I'm basically constantly annoyed at work now because bosses and HR are forcing me into a managerial position and that's the one thing I asked them not to do to me. I like words and commas and animals, not people. /rant
Ethel, who jumped away from the wagon at the last moment, spits on the ground and whistles. "Can't argue with that type of results. This Mosquito woman sure knows her s$@*." She looks at the survivors, shrugs and yells at the female goblin. "You there, what the hell just happened?"
Still atop the coach, she looks inside the two remaining passengers and yells. "What part of 'jump' is hard to understand, you dim-witted clods? Move, move! Yo, Pickles, Dorgrum, pump up the Unsure of what else she can do, Ethel resorts to violence. She spots the weakest looking part of the structure connecting the animals to the carriage and fires at it.
"Oh, for f##&'s sake," Ethel says whilst pondering whether it wouldn't be an act of mercy to let people die instead of enduring possibly years of life in Shimmerford.
She jumps on one of the horses and hits it with her frying pan whilst screaming at the top of her lungs. She proceeds to ungracefully jump from horse to horse democratically distributing bonks, then grabs the reigns long enough to somewhat slow down the carriage. "Jump, you barmy scrimshankers!"
Ethel sighs. "So you can catch the crazy from people here. Great. You distract Pickles and I bonk him on the head until he passes out," she tells Dorgrum before running after Pickle Tooth with her gun and her frying pan in hand.
"Yeah, let's go shoot some witches and leave this sod to drown in his own sweat." She offers the unwrapped paper doll to her companions and, if they don't want to hold it, leaves it on the Quentin's table.
Ethel shows the writing to Quentin. "You wrote this too? The Iron Cave Will Fall? Ever thought about making some f%+*ing sense, might do you a lot of good."
Ethel picks up the doll, then tries to clean as much gunk as she can on Quintus's tunic. "Don't want to be here? That makes two of us, mate. Go touch some grass outside," she says absent-mindedly whilst dedicating most of her attention to examining the doll.
Yay indeed =) Sorry, I didn't want to post too much so Dorgrum didn't have to catch up too much, but might have gotten carried away.
Part of me finds it hilarious everyone's referring to the guy as sorry sack/sod because of Ethel. The other feels extremely guilty for potentially hurting a fictional character's feelings.
Ethel briefly considers adding a few pocks of her own to the walls, but decides it would be a waste of ammo that would be more satisfyingly spent shooting something bigger. Once inside she visibly elbows Pickle Tooth so he takes point, then starts speaking anyway. "What's that you're holding?" Ethel says without bothering with presenting herself.
I echo Pickle Tooth's perplexity. Take care of yourself and rest =) No worries on my side as well, and hope you'll feel 100% again soon!
Happy she finally managed get a last bit of dirt out, Ethel claps her hands. "Guess that's one more corpse we'll be finding later, eh? Well, who's the next useless sorry sack on our list? Inn guy?"
"Unless you're about to get real good at taming mosquitoes, Pickles here is your best bet," Ethel says while cleaning the gunpowder from under her nails.
Does anyone want to jump in the "interaction" with dog lady? Ethel can continue, but someone with higher charisma might be better in the long term.
No problem for me. Good luck to both of you, and hope everything goes well =)
Ethel takes a few steps towards Haru and adjusts her leather armour a bit. "Listen, cupcake. You can cut the whole rainbows and the joy of learning crap. There's a mean twinkle in your eye. What sort of nasty s~&+ dragged you all the way here?"
Ethel sucks her teeth, crosses her arms, and purses her lips. "Yeah, I'm Ethel. Dwarf's pretty much said everything. This place is terrible, but there's like half Absalom just poking around. Heard some people disappeared, probably sucked dry by stirges. What's your deal here?"
"Guess it's best to talk to that loser now, I'm too old to go back and forth between spooky hill and dump town." Ethel gauges her companions' reactions and, if they seem to agree, leads the way to the inn.
A weapon trait only works when you are attacking with that specific weapon. Finesse will not apply to an axe because your first Strike used a rapier, for example. In your axe / axe / bite example, it would work like this for most characters: 1. axe: no MAP
This means that, for most characters, three attacks in a round are a bit of a waste because that -10/-8 often means you'll only hit with a nat 20. For a flurry ranger attacking their hunted prey, instead, it would be: 1. axe: no MAP
Hope that helps!
Aaand I'm back from my trip. Damaged, but alive.
Ethel half-listened to the story, distracted by whether Mordha thought she was a badger, a crocrotta, or if the woman had simply ignored her existence. Still, it wasn't right to kick an old hag when she was down, so she remained silent. After Pickle's second set of questions and the silence they receive as an answer, she makes a rather different gesture than "shoo, shoo" at the Tian kid and turns to her companions. "Seems like we should take a look at this Witchtop HIll, boys. Who knows, we might even find the thing she lost."
You're way out of order, Ethel's clearly here to make friends. Also, I'll be on a work trip between tomorrow and friday. It shouldn't affect my posting, but in case it does please bot me as necessary. Have Ethel say something completely unfair, possibly wrong, and preferably unpleasant.
Ethel stops for a second, looks at the man, and correctly infers he is not the person known as Ms. Mordha Lyons. "Look, kid, we're really not interested in you or whatever you're saying. Scram. Go show your frosted tips to that cloud of mosquitoes over there, I'm sure they'll be very impressed."
Ethel shrugs. "Sure, we can always go laugh at the guy staying at the inn later."
Joined! So, to keep track of things, it seems we have 7 points of interest: - a brown-haired human dressed all in white (went into the woods, never returned)
"Smart girl, she has guts, I'll give her that. Anyway, boys, I wager we better get going. Talking to the sorry sod hiding at the inn is probably the easiest." Ethel stands up and slaps a mosquito on her cheek.
Back from all the easter stuff, finally =)
Never a person able to turn down a cup of hot goss, Ethel jumps on her chair and slaps her thigh. "Oooh, you've been holding back the good stuff, woman! What's that about Albi's daughter running off with the postman? That little no good lady! Good for her!"
"You even think about touching my hair and I'll fill you with so much f#%$ing lead people'll think you're a metal golem." Ethel puts her hand on her pistol, unsure whether her words had been clear enough. "That's a lot of people coming through this place. Now, what is that about a cultist? How did you figure out it wasn't them? You boys know anything about Ghlaunder?"
Ethel enters the house and sits on the first chair she sees, letting a loud noise of satisfaction as she does so. "What? No, it looks gross," Ethel says when offered the beet root juice. "Listen, lady, this is not a social visit or anything. What's been going on in this place? Heard some people gone missing, turned up later dry as a stick."
For what it's worth, I'm perfectly fine with taking it slow for a bit. Also, this might be way ahead of time, but I will be away in a business trip later this month (17-21). Should be able to post from my mobile, but that largely depends on how exhausted I'll be at the end of each day.
"Yea. Told you. Dump. Dwarf, you alive? Let's go swat some mosquitoes." She adjusts the bits of leather armour she wears over her dress and draws her gun, just in case anything nasty starts getting funny ideas.
I'm really not worried about getting paid back for something that's going to benefit the whole party. <3 She'll craft you something in return anyway. Do you all use Discord? Yeap. I actually just started playing a PbP game via Discord a month or so ago. My handle is panegyric#5829
Ethel looks up and down at her tree portal for a moment. She spits on the ground, whispers an expletive and enters it expecting the worst experience of her life so far. When she steps out of the tree, she makes a rude gesture towards it. "Creepy ass tree." She takes a moment to take in the sights. "Is this a joke? People actually live somewhere in this dump? Guess it's that woman's way of making sure we get the job done, imagine being stuck in this dank hole. You two ready?"
Ethel smacks her thigh, the noise somewhat muffled inside the tree room. "F%#!, so that's where I heard about it. A couple of annoying bastards at the Grand Lodge were discussing this mosquito lady once. Last time anyone mentioned the b@#!# was 60 years ago. Bunch of stupid kids saying they saw her in some Witchtop Hill."
Ethel sighs, rolls her eyes. "Fine." She opens her backpack and begins taking out pots, pans, a spice rack, prongs, wooden cutlery, and a set of bowls. After a couple of long minutes of clanking, a few curses, and one tray falling on the ground millimetres away from someone's foot, she has put a full cooking set in front of Aya. "There. What? I don't have gold on me! It's new! I barely used it! You can sell this for good money!"
All hail our kind and benevolent suzerain. Ok, Ethel is selling her cooking set. My suggestion to make the math simpler: Dorgrum and Pickle put 2GP each, Ethel puts 1GP and will owe each of you 0.5GP (to be paid as soon as she gets more money).
If swapping the spell is ok for both you and the GM, perhaps we can try to roll with it for the first scenario and use our first "salary" to get the kit? --- Regarding the healer's tools, we could afford if we sold our stuff then. How much depends on whether we sell things at half-price (default), or full price (because we haven't started our first mission and the GM's feeling very forgiving). If we can sell things at half-price:
If we can sell things at full price:
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