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Felix shoulders his crossbow and fires at one of the oozes.
Felix grits his teeth and follows the barbarian woman. He is careful to avoid the foul-smelling water; what was wading depth for his taller fellows would reach up to his neck.
Valki, Takek, Felix: "So when should we go in after them?" asks Felix, feeling impatient.
Still here. Sorry. Been dealing with some personal stuff.
Felix tries to ignore the pain in his knee where he hit himself and swings again at the beetle attacking him.
One of the beetles surges through the flames of his bomb, its mandibles snapping around one of Felix's legs. Thankfully, his armor enchantment held, but the shock of the blow caused the gnome to swing wide on his return swing with his staff. "It would seem that they are resistant to fire," he mentions, almost clinically.
If there is a space where Felix could throw a bomb w/o hitting his companions:
Felix Nimbledigit, your companions are in danger. I suggest using an area attack.
"My thoughts precisely," Felix mutters, quickly producing a vial of explosive catalyst. He mixes it with a few pinches of inert powder from his belt and flings it at one of the approaching insects.
If there is not a space where Felix could throw a bomb w/o hitting his companions: Felix Nimbledigit, you are in danger. Your companions are overwhelmed. I suggest using an area attack.
Felix's hand strays to his belt, where numerous vials of green explosive catalyst hang, before coming to a stop. "If I use a bomb, I'll hit one of them." he explains. You will find new friends. Felix, ignoring the darkly practical thoughts of Oturu, shoulders his crossbow and takes aim at one of the approaching insects.
For once, Felix is thankful for his wraps, as they help to block the smell from this putrid cave. We are vulnerable, Felix Nimbledigit. "I know, I know," the gnomes mutters, while producing a bit of leather from his pouches. "A moment, friends." Felix wriggles his fingers in a complex pattern and a suit of armor made of air and light shimmers around him before vanishing. "Now I am ready."
"Thank you for your offer, Ms. Baine," Felix replies. "I'm a newcomer to your town and I haven't yet found a place to stay." We must not be discovered, Felix Nimbledigit. Your new friends will shun you. Destroy you. "Later," mutters the gnome, as if to himself.
Felix walks over to retrieve his bolt while surveying the wreckage. The automaton looked typical to him; well as typical as anything found in the wastes of Numeria.
Oturu on the other hand...
Running diagnostic scan now, Felix Nimbledigit. the intelligence whispered into his ear. Suddenly, the gnome's vision swims with numbers and other, stranger symbols. The calculations behind the robot become apparent and Felix must put his weight on his staff to avoid collapsing under the surge of information.
Sorry about the formatting of my post. Posting from my phone. -Posted with Wayfinder
The machine is a threat to us and the building, Felix Nimbledigit. I suggest an immediate attack. The voice in his head was back. At least this time, Felix agreed with Oturu. As inscrutable as the being was, at least it cared about its own safety, and that meant Felix's as well. The gnome shoulders his light crossbow and fires a bolt at the automaton. That was a poor shot, chides the intelligence. -Posted with Wayfinder
Felix follows Rhangil into the building, wondering if the environment were too enclosed for a bomb. They would soon find out what was behind the door
Felix largely ignores the stench of Torch's streets, as his wraps cover his nose and muffle his sense of smell. It wasn't often that he was thankful for his condition, but based on the look on his companions' faces, now was one of those times. Hearing the cry and the crashing from inside the Foundry, Felix holds a gloved hand in front of himself. Murmuring softly to himself, a shimmering coat of armor covers his body before disappearing. "What are Ropefists?" he asks as he follows the others forward.
Hey, guys. Sorry about the lack of posts lately. I've been working through a flu bug.
Felix has to walk at double pace to keep up with his more long-legged companions. "I have no complaints if Valki Valka or Takek wish to speak for us," Felix adds. He fidgets with his wraps as he walks, ensuring that they were as tight as possible. The gnome raises his eyebrows in surprise at Valki's insistence on destroying technology. "I should hope not. There is much and more to be learned from those artifacts."
Felix leans his staff against the wall and takes a seat. After the dwarf's brief explanation, he asks a few questions. "Where will we find the entrance to the caves under Black Hill? Who was in the five expeditions before us, in case they require rescue as well?"
Felix gathers his things and follows his new companions to the Town Hall.
Felix looks between Takek and Θ3Ξ5. "Forgive my ignorance, but what is the Silverdisk Hall?"
Felix is perfectly fine hiding in the shadows of his taller companions; that's his primary form of defense. ;) I've updated my profile, GM IRONlord. If anything is missing, let me know.
"It's no secret, I'm afraid," Felix explains. "Simply put: my skin does not love the sun."
Felix waits until after the press of people leaves the bar before she approaches the gathered adventurers. He had been sitting in a far corner alone and repeatedly ordering cups of hot water. If one had observed him closely, the tightly-wrapped gnome produced pinches of dried leaves and sprinkled them into the steaming mug. The tea was a combination of mutated plants he had found through Numeria and he suspected that they helped to abate his illness. And the caffiene didn't hurt, since he was trying to stay alert for a moment like this. "Good evening, Valki Valka." he begins, suddenly conscious of his appearance and interruption of her story. "Good evening to you all. My apologies for interrupting. My name is Felix Nimbledigit and I would like to join in any expedition to find Khonnir Baine." Felix is almost completely covered, wearing a long black rob, boots, and gloves. Even his head is mostly hidden by a heavy hood, his mouth and nose covered by a dark silk scarf that muffles his voice. His startling blue eyes are the only part of him that are exposed. Even though he stands only to the waists of his impressively-statured companions, his iron-shod quarterstaff and a dizzying amount of pouches and bottles of alchemical ingredients imply a competent adventurer.
Hey, guys. Glad to be aboard. :D Thanks for the invite, GM IRONlord!
Sure. I'll be a reserve.
Presenting Felix Nimbledigit, a gnomish blood arcanist and preservationist. Plagued by a strange disease that is rewiring his brain and changing him into something that may no longer be gnome, his intellect soars as he slowly becomes entwined with Oturu, his tumor familiar. So he wanders, a sickened body wrapped in bandages, looking for means to find the truth about himself and the strange condition and power that has changed the course of his life. Statistics:
Male gnome arcanist (blood arcanist)/alchemist (preservationist) 1
LN medium humanoid (gnome) Init +4; Senses low-light vision; Perception +6 (+8 with familiar attached) ------------------------------
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Melee quarterstaff +1 (1d4) or dagger +1 (1d3/19–20) Ranged bomb +6 (1d6+5 fire) or light crossbow +5 (1d6/19–20) Arcanist Spellbook
Bloodline Spell-Like Abilities (CL 1st; concentration +6)
Arcanist Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +6)
Bloodline aberrant Alchemist Formulae
Alchemist’s Extracts Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +6)
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 1st; concentration +1)
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Gearquarterstaff, dagger, light crossbow w/ 20 bolts, alchemy crafting kit, artisan’s tools, backpack, belt pouch, blanket, everburning torch, fishhook, flask (empty), formula book, ink vial, iron pot, map case, mutagen (Dex), paper (5 sheets), thieves’ tools, trail rations x3, traveler’s outfit, spellbook, spell component pouch, empty vial x9, waterskin, 10 gp, 4 sp, 7 cp Oturu, Tumor Familiar:
N diminutive magical beast
Init +2; Senses blindsense 20 ft., low-light vision; Perception +6 ------------------------------
Background:
Felix Nimbledigit was born and raised in a fortress town of Aramor, making a decent living selling crusaders potions and trinkets from exploring the technological ruins of his homeland. From the outset of his alchemy career, he experimented with strange substances, specimens, and equipment scavenged from his explorations.
One day, while searching for scrap and samples from a newly discovered ruin, Felix accidentally opened a canister of bizarre alien parasites. While he escaped with his life, one managed to attach itself to the poor gnome. The resulting infestation began to ravage Felix with a transformative disease he still struggles to understand. Faced with the growing horror of his condition, he eventually fled his village to save himself the embarrassment of the physical changes it wrought on his body. Turning south, Felix skirted the major power centers controlled by the Technic League, taking care to examine any technological ruins encountered along the way--all in an effort to determine the origin and purpose of the parasite growing inside him. During this time, he began to manifest strange, new abilities--sometimes unintentionally activating them to defend himself from predators and bandits alike. Chief among them is an aberrant tumor capable of separating from his body, a bat-like creature with which he shares a symbiotic relationship. He eventually named this unorthodox companions Oturu, and he can sense it trying to communicate with him as it grows in intelligence. But he also loses a little more of himself as it does. Physical Appearance:
Felix keeps himself covered at all times, wearing a long, black robe, boots, and gloves. Even his head is kept hidden within a heavy hooded cloak with his mouth and nose covered by a dark, silk scarf. Absent these garments, his skin has a sickly, ghoulish pallor—signs of an obvious, if misunderstood, infection. His hair has long since fallen away, but his eyes remain a startling, piercing blue. He stands 3 feet, 6 inches tall and weighs 42 lbs, wielding an iron shod quarterstaff and a curved dagger. At 40 years old, he still has a young, healthy body, even if it continues to grow and change in ways he can’t yet comprehend. Personality:
Along with the more radical changes to his physiology, Felix manifests an undeniably impressive intellect. He can literally perceive an overlay of alien, mathematical equations attributed to the creatures, objects, and terrain within his gaze. And, though he struggles to process this information, it often guides his perception of the world and those around him. He remains considerably self-conscious about his appearance and unnerving nature, taking great strides to cover himself and avoid the stares, fears, and questions of those he encounters. Even among his adventuring companions, he works hard to keep his condition hidden, afraid it’ll cost him their friendship if they ever learn the truth.
Despite this, Felix packs an incredible amount of infectious enthusiasm in his zeal for life. All manner of uncataloged plants, creatures, rocks, and technological items and inventions capture his interest, and he shifts from topic to topic while discussing these subjects so quickly it’s hard for others to follow his train of thought. Nevertheless, Falston is exceptionally bright, considerate, and innovative. His contraptions and herbal remedies prove trustworthy time and time again. Yet, his greatest obsession is collecting unusual specimens of oozes, insects, and animals, all of which he shrinks down so he can preserve them for further study and contemplation. He keeps them within small, glass bottles among his possessions and sometimes carries on imaginary conversations with them, leading others to question his sanity. Ultimately, he hopes to find a cure for his condition. Hopefully you like him. :) |