Gatley Raspart's page

Thank you guys for adding more icons.

I would like to ask for some ratfolk icons. Right now there is only one that can pass for a ratfolk (a wererat).

... And if you could make it a ratfolk that happens to have a tricorne you'd make one of my players super happy. :)

Did you catch this one?

Gatley considers his options. "Any information these folk may have on our quarry is likely older than what we could obtain in Neva, but perhaps they saw something that would give us information on Deskar's condition and state of mind," he muses.

"I've seen more treacherous roads in Sarawak," Gatley says, mounting his pony. "Still, one can never be too careful when crossing the wilderness."

One of his hands dips into his pocket and he pops something into his mouth absentmindedly.

Gatley will delay until the other PCs have taken their turns, but before the ooze has a turn. He thinks the other PCs are likely to destroy the remaining ooze and would rather not expend resources if it is not necessary.

Seeing Selda and Lugaid surround one ooze, Gatley moves to help Harroc. Running closer, he lobs his fiery bomb at the ooze.

Move up 4/left 1, for total movement 20. Throw bomb. 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25 vs touch. 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 fire damage and the ooze catches fire, taking 1d6 damage per round. Using precise bomb so that Harroc is not affected by the splash radius.

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

"Do they burn?" Gatley calls out, dismounting from his steed and preparing to hurl a bomb.

Changed avatar... So that nobody is confused.

It says this avatar is female, but can anybody tell with a ratfolk? I can't.

Gatley trots along upon his pony, staying close to Selda. He continues fidgeting with the same pocket as before, keeping an eye on the scouts ahead so that he can be alerted if anything goes awry.

"Thank you," Gatley says to Captain Milton as he mounts the steed. "I think he will suit me just fine."

As the party makes its way along the thoroughfare, Gatley looks about, never really sitting still upon his mount.

Gatley nods and moves out with the others to fetch a pony and strike out at once.

Gatley looks about at the others and then down at his short rodent legs. "Well I for one will make use of a pony. We have a journey ahead of us and I want to make all speed." The ratfolk does not want to admit that he is slower on foot than his companions, but he is well aware of this fact.

Gatley nods. "Do we know the last place he was spotted? That sounds like a good place to start."

"Thank you, Captain Milton," Gatley says perfunctorily. "I do have a few a questions." He continues shifting and fidgeting as he begins.

"How do we know he is being blackmailed? I have known men to leave their families and stations for their own reasons. You say that he seemed to be anxious or afraid of being followed, but the fact is: he is being followed, or will be in short order. If he is a deserter, he may well be anxious and for good reason. If this is a mission to apprehend a deserter, that is all well and good, but it will be important to know our role should we find Brigadier Deskar."

"If this is actually a man who needs help, then I think we may need to know what it is he needs help with. What are the blackmailers threatening to do? Do you know what they have uncovered about him? If we don't know who is blackmailing him, what they are threatening, or what they want in return, he may well deny everything to keep whatever it is from being exposed."

"This conversation is stimulating," Gatley says awkwardly. "Do any of you have any idea what the mission is to be? I hope the pay is good." He continues fidgeting with one of his many pockets absentmindedly.

"Sarawak originally," Gatley answers, still fidgeting. "Quite a distance from here. But I find the opportunities in Galadae to be more... lucrative. Well met, Eyarwen."

The young ratfolk, garbed in leather, has not stopped fidgeting since he arrived. He sits on the edge of his chair, repeatedly opening and closing one of his many large pockets, eyes darting from person to person. His fur is gray, but for a shock of black atop his head, and his long tail seems to curl and spasm as if possessed of its own will.

"There never seems to be a shortage of work in these parts," he says to no one in particular, as if inviting conversation. His speech is quick and choppy. He takes it upon himself to begin introductions. "Gatley Raspart is my name, alchemist and explosionist at your service." His head gives a sort of bow, although his eyes continue to dart about the room.

Ok. I am ready now.

Stats are up, including equipment. Mechanically, I think I am all set. I would appreciate a second set of eyes.

I will be moving on to backstory.

Most of my stats are up. Still need to equip, so that may adjust some things slightly. If anyone feel like looking over anything I might have missed, feel free.

I decided to go with grenadier. Working on stats.

There are no ratfolk avatars, so I figure I'll use this one for now.