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After moving a little closer to the vinelasher. The Gnome was struck with a sudden spark of inspiration, Gigon took a knee and began pulling various things out of this pouches. He busily began slapping something odd together.
After a moment he produced an odd ball of some kind. Turning to the Elf, "When I throw this, hit it with your flame spell." Taking aim, he threw it at the plant.
I was thinking using a Reagent, but I would still have to roll a Crafting Check vs a DC you set since it's an improvised item that has not been created before. Perhaps with a little more research (i.e. next level up) I could make it an actual item I could make without rolling.
Gigon scoured his mind trying to think of a way to neutralize the vine. What if I were to make a ball of tindertwig and have Anghariel ignite it?
As he prepared his various pouches quick access to his ingredients, the Gnome whipped up a couple of healing potions and handed them to Pollo and Osveta, "Drink these first to heal yourselves. They'll only last until this time tomorrow. I put some twine around the necks of the vials so you can tell by touch as well." While they pressed on into the blight Gigon was getting thoroughly creeped out, but at least he wasn't feeling like he was watched. However, his curious nature had him wandering a little close to the odd vegetable matter from time to time, even poking at it with his brass probing needle. Fascinating. This is most certainly deliberate. But to what purpose? Upon getting to the point where they were unsure where to go the Alchemist began looking about very methodically.
As they walked the Gnome thought to himself. What are they trying to accomplish? What is the purpose of such a mutagen? What am I missing? The Alchemist experience with mutagens was very limited as Master Vollez wasn't a proponent. "Unpredictable and Addictive" he used to say. No, they're not creating mutagens, they're creating something else. But what? Gigon's thoughts were interrupted as the hound came up to him. "Oh, hello there." He quickly scratched behind her ear. At Pollo's theory, the Gnome shook his head. "I don't think so. For one, I've known Ranger types from my own small town. Community-oriented ones like Noala tend to not be murderers. Also, everyone in town knows we're with her it would be hard to spin we were killed by 'name a beast'. No, we can trust her."
A dour look crosses the Gnome's face. Turning to the others, "This isn't a magical affliction. Someone has been experimenting with alchemy, and not for the betterment of all. What I'm unsure of though is to whether or not the pollution of this pool was deliberate or an accidental byproduct of improper disposal."
I have a few characters I'm particularly proud of. And of course myself, but you specifically asked about other characters. lol
Gigon cleaned his dagger and sheathed it. Kneeling down at one of the wolves and pulling out one of his probes and began poking in specific areas. Focusing specifically on the obvious mutations of the eyes and mouth.
There came the distinct sound of a cork popping off of a vial, then another, and a third. Those that turn to look see two empty vials on the ground by Gigons feet as he put a cork on the vial he was holding and shook it a couple of times. Turning to Pollo, "Drink this!" He said hurriedly before turning to the remaining beast.
Gigon continued to do his best at attempting to stab this poor mutated thing.
Moving up next to Osveta the Gnome tried to do his part in stabbing the mutated beast.
Retrieving his crossbow, and slinging it over his shoulder, the Gnome got behind Pollo ready to dive in the hole after him. However, he became momentarily distracted by that familiar itch of something watching him.
Sorry, I missed that.
Milo, I do believe that a person can only receive one Treat Wounds per hour. Unless you treat them for a whole hour.
While Milo worked on Pollo, the got some more bandages and whipped up some salves to properly staunch his wounds.
GM - Check my logic. Would it make sense that bleeding could end with Treat wounds? I mean it is restoring HP.
With the deadly foliage out of the way, Gigon quickly pulled some bandages from one of this pouches and began pressing it to the bleeding wound.
With the bleeding stopped, he moved on to Milo.
Wincing in sudden pain, and realizing that his weapon was not working at all, Gigon dropped the crossbow, grabbed his dagger and moved to assist Milo.
Taking careful aim at the bush engaged with Milo, the Gnome pulled the trigger.
Pulling another bolt, Gigon reloaded.
Posting in a minute.
While capable of shooting a crossbow, it was not something Gigon did often. The sudden movement of the plants caused the Gnome to pull the trigger without truly aiming.
As fast as possible, he began reloading.
Spiritual Guidance:
After some thought, the Gnome decided to tell the Ranger about the dreams he had been having. Thinking for a moment Gigon said, "Do we have any torches?"
Spriritual Guidance:
Gigon looked around as if making sure no one was watching, or something perhaps.
"Do you know of any kind of forest spirit that takes the form of a.......walking turnip?" Hearing Milos report, the Gnome pulled and loaded his crossbow then asked, "Show me." Spoilered in case Milo doesn't want to show me: Looking, from a distance so as to not repeat the snake incident, at the strange behaviour of the plants Gigon wracked his brain as to what these might be.
Sorry for my lack of response, I've been having some emotional turmoil that makes it hard to concentrate on RP. Any chance we can spoiler the response?
Gigon was getting that feeling again. It felt as if something was watching him. Before the Elf lady walked away, he asked before he could stop himself, "Noala, do you know anything about spirits of these woods?"
While there didn't seem to be the most proper of places to distil his ingredients collected into new formulas, he had asked the inn owner if he could borrow her kitchen for some of the cooking requirements that he needed. The next four days go by in a frenzied blur as the Gnome worked on his elixir. To the untrained eye, it would have appeared that he was just cooking, but his precise movements when cutting up and combining the various herbs were much more important than one could think.
Unfortunately, his mind was a bit preoccupied with dreams he had been suffering of late and his elixir turned out to be rubbish. But he did manage to salvage the ingredients he had used and started again.
Come on Gigon, get your head in the game. You're better than this. He thought to himself as his second attempt didn't turn out any better. -------------------------------------------- The Alchemist didn't say anything as he 'looked' at the wolves, but his mind just could wrap around what had happened with his concoctions. The ratios were right, the heat was perfect. Why did it not work?
Did only two days pass? Because I need at least four to make anything.
"Well if it's decided, give me a minute to patch myself up," The Gnome resigned. Taking a seat once more, Gigon pulled out an odd looking tool. One looked like vial with some sort of needle at one end and a rod with wide flat ends at the other. Pulling another empty vial he put in three different types of herbs with some water and shook it vigorously until the color turned the same as one of his healing concoctions. Removing the rod from on end of the strange vial, he poured the liquid into it and replaced the rod. Feeling around on his neck for a specific spot the Herbalist then stuck the needle into that spot and pushed on the rod.
Not feeling the effects he should have, he snapped his fingers realizing his mistake. Damn it, I forgot to add the drops of that. With a shrug, he put his tools away.
Gigon thought for a moment, "I think it would probably be best to go back to town and report what we have found. Don't know about the rest of you, but I could use a bit of rest. That snake really took a lot out of me." The Gnome began strapping the crossbow to his pack in such a way so he could draw it quickly if need be, then attached the bolt holder to his belt.
After finishing stuffing his pack, Gigon noticed the crossbow. "Can I have that? I could use a backup ranged weapon." He then spotted the unopened bottle. "Wait, let me see that." Upon looking closer at the substance he knew what it was, "This is called a Juggernaut Mutagen. It make the one who imbibes it physically tougher but slightly dulls the mind and makes one slower to react."
As Osveta got to her feet, Gigon looked back at the crate. Hesitantly, he stood and approached it. Carefully looking inside and seeing no sign of the.......whatever it was, the Gnome began packing various ingredients into his bag.
"Maybe that lightning blast from that serpent had some lingering effects," The Gnome replied. Taking a seat next to the Barbarian, he looked at the Elf's bandage work, "Impressive Anghariel."
"It was uh, uh, uh, uh thing. It looked like a turnip with arms and legs made out of roots," Gigon said as he began to stand, "It even giggled at me. Like this." The Gnome suddenly had glowing runes swirl about him as he let out a giggle that was dead on. His eyes went big as the sound exited his mouth. Immediately, he felt his forehead and then wrist to make sure he was okay. What in the Hells is wrong with me? He thought.
Seeing everything was in hand, Gigon decided to take a close look at the contents of the crate. Quickly, he noticed a couple of plants that sparked some inspiration. The first was a formula he saw his master concoct to help the village ranger escape from some wild beasts on more than one occasion, and the other.......made him unconsciously rub the place on his chest that the lightning serpent had struck him. Shaking off the memory, the Alchemist quickly began stuffing some of the ingredients into his pack. Suddenly, out of nowhere out popped a turnip with root-like arms, legs, and two white spots in the shape of eyes. It giggled at the Gnome, though only he could hear it, as it waved a 'hand'. "GAH!!!!!," Gigon yelped as he fell back from the crate on the floor. Scrambling backwards from the crate he asked, "Did any of you hear or see that?"
Gigon Level 2 HP: +9 Formulas added: Bottled Lightning (Lesser), Cheetah's Elixir (Lesser) Alchemist Feat: Sorcerer Dedication
Skill Feat: Battle Medicine
Frantically, the Gnome searched through the box of raw ingredients for anything of use. ◆ YES!!!! He mentally screamed, Grab some of that herb, wrap with that weed, cover with juice from that one, bind it together on that rock. Gigon thought as he was mashing what looked like a ball of random plants in his hands.
Looking up at the big man, he shouted, "HEY! UGLY BULLY! CATCH THIS!" With all his might, the Alchemist threw the ball at Hallods face. ◆ Unfortunately, his work fell apart before even getting halfway there.
That's fair. I didn't think to use Quick Alchemy unrestrained. We just happen to be in a cave full of ingredient crates. So to clarify, I do ◆ make the Crafting Check to determine useful ingredients, ◆ for Quick Alchemy to throw it together, and ◆ to use the created item (provided the check is a success).
@GM - If I make a Crafting Check to identify specific alchemical components from the raw ingredients in these boxes, would you allow me to make a Shoddy version of any of my formulas in my book with Quick Alchemy? The way I see this working is: ◆ to make Crafting Check to determine useful ingredients, ◆ for Quick Alchemy, and ◆ to use created shoddy item. I'd most likely have to make a Crafting Check each time I'd want to do this to identify anything I can use.
"Pakighilawas pakighilawas pakighilawas pakighilawas pakighilawas...," Gigon muttered as he realized he was out of bombs to throw. Although he didn't like the idea of his comrades being in such close proximity, there was not a lot of choices. Reaching into various pouches, the Gnome threw some bits and oddities together into a small clay container, stoppered it up with a bit of cloth and chucked it at the big man. Gnomish:
"Damn damn damn damn damn....,"
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Knowing full well he couldn't keep that up, the Alchemist searched the boxes for anything useful. ◆ Search the boxes
@ Pollo - Don't forget I gave you that Lesser Frost Vial
Dashing around the boxes, Gigon ended up next to Osveta. From there, he tossed his stone at the big bully.
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