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Lemme bug a couple of friends of mine I've been getting into PbP games.
I'm enjoying this game and love the group (Gilstrom is a hard character to get in to but that my own challenge) and I'd be happy to go with three or find a fourth.
Wielding the shield and trident it's hard for Gilstrom to grab his throat but his eyes bulge out and he clearly begins to panic. "Gahhh! Persephone says she sees something bad in the water but... gah! I'm drowning! I can't breathe!" Gilstrom backs off from the stone, trying to find his breath. He quickly clicks out at Persephone. "Are there one or many?! What do they look like?"
Gilstrom thinks for a minute before agreeing. "Fiine. I never get to ride my dolphin, but that makes sense. Also thanks Arcilde! Your God nobody has ever heard of is neat - let me know if you have any reading material." Gilstrom takes a moment to channel "the voice" and he begins clicking and whistling to Persephone to give her some complex commands. "EEEK EEK scccrrrrrr clickityclickity" Dolphin:
"Come up to the edge of the rocks and keep an eye out for danger!"
"Dolphins are immune to ghoul paralysis, right? I think it's dolphins." Gilstrom lets out a piercing whistle as he heads down to the water's edge and calls Persephone. Uh, Lily, Arcilde, get ready to blast any ghoulish octopus that try to eat us. Coming, Gervase?" He snaps on his goggles and mounts Persephone before swimming close to the entrance of the northern building, looking for baddies and approaching with caution.
Gilstrom nods hurriedly. "Lost treasures! Look, I'm pretty sure Persephone can outrun any undead octopus nonsense. We should take a look first - pleaaasseee? Maybe the amazing artifacts hidden in those drowned huts will unlock the secret of uh... whatever happened to this place."
Gilstrom is not particularly good at anything that doesn't involve ships, knightly battle, or frolicking and thus he kind of just scampers along with the group. He stares at the symbols as he passes the Wayfinder over to Gervase. "Oh wow, an undead octopus?! I hope Persephone doesn't meet one without me! That'd be amazing!"
"Oh! I know about basalt! Auntie Binkinsturf was an expert sculptor until the incident and we could never get it back out." He looks over Gervase's signs with interest. "You sohuld try being a gnome, you can just talk to your critters then. Although I've never found sharks to be much conversation. Dolphins are so much more clever! Anyways, swim up from the south to the first building? Sounds good to me." He fixes his lance and snaps down his goggles before saluting. "Let's go!"
"I wanna be Barth Deathsword!"
"I'm in!" cries Gilstrom excitedly. "Being sent off to do adventures is why I'm here, after all. Plus a Wayfinder sounds super neat. Let's get out beasties and go to the waterfall."
Awesome, that seems reasonable.
Gilstrom has spent the intervening six weeks annoying about everyone in camp while taking Persephone out on rangings as he tries to discover as much as he can about the surrounding area and hope that something interesting is happening. While the rest of the group ask attentive, interested questions he just stares with wide-eyed wonder. "WOW! Durvin Gest and an ancient conspiracy theory?! Can we go to all of them at once? Persephone will be so excited!" He looks to the others. "The waterfall sounds fun! I'm not too picky. Maybe Persephone and Sledge can try to get along a little better since the last play-date didn't go too well."
Well I'm happy to take the +1 to my lance, but we gotta find the 1k different somewhere. :D Btw I'm sick as a dog so may not get in a post today or tomorrow. Bear iwht.
Tridents are one-handed which is the big thing - so as a shield/1-h weapon it made the most sense. If we need to drop 1k I can drop enchanting the lance which is more situational. Obviously I want the biggest baddest lance but I'll us the trident in 3/4 of the fights I think.
I'm happy to just pre-order the cloaks. In Gilstrom's case the gear requirements are pretty standard issue at this point (upgrade from masterwork to +1, and get stat/armor bonus items).
Gilstrom Level Four +8hp
I also realized I had been badly neglecting my dolphin. Persephone is properly leveled up with a bunch more hit points and improved overrun as a new feat. --- On equipment I have +1 trident and breastplate, and am happy to take the cloak. Thanks for the admin, Gervase!
Hurray for book two! I'm nowhere near any PFS so I'll skip on collecting credit. Will review loot and level up options shortly.
Cool, cool!
"We can soak some clothes in sea water to keep them hydrated... whatever happened to them is horrible!"
"Oh! I was talking about the fish-thing. Let's get out of this place and back to the village. WE can let them pass judgement, it's the right thing to do. Obviously we take her back." Gilstrom finishes tying up the prisoners and he looks to the others. "Let's get their stuff but and figure out the best use for it."
Gilstrom collapses as the man goes down and he takes a moment before crawling over to Gervase's side, the little gnome slumping onto her for a moment. "You're gonna be okay..." Leaning on his trident, he nods wearily over to Arcilde before he stumbles to his feet, smearing some blood from his head before he looks around the rest of the area.
Assuming there are no further threats, he returns and gives Gervase a hug, clinging to her leg for a second. "THAT WAS AWFUL!" While the group organizes the gear from their foray, he takes a bit to bind the woman and look at the skum awkwardly. "Not sure what to do with this one."
Gilstrom ably blocks the attacks. The little gnome is bathed in sweat and blood as he keeps stabbing out repeatedly.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" screams Gilstrom as he stabs at the man again and agian.
"GERVASE!" shouts Gilstrom, a little panicked. "You monster! She's trying to save the colony!"
"Who are you?! Why are you doing this??" Gilstrom keeps tring to reason with the man he is also currently trying to stab.
Blood starts streaming from Gilstrom's nose as he looks around woozily. "Muh? Yes! Flanking. Good..." Gilstrom quickly moves into place before eyeing up the man and striking out!
"Right! Well we'll take him out and heal him up 'cause I'd prefer not to get stabbed any more!"
Gilstrom stares at Gervase's head sort-of-but-not-entirely exploding. He lets out a fierce battlecry as he charges into the fight in order to save his friends from any more of whatever -that- was.
"YAAAHHHH!!!"
Gilstrom groans, bringing his trident to bear and ready for a fight he obviously does not look comfortable with.
Gilstrom just gasps, looking between the man and woman and their weird fishiness. "What... we're here to stop the skum! We're the next colony ship! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!"
We'll push on! Slowdowns happen and it's the holidays.
Gilstrom hesitates as he looks at the doors. "We sure we want that skum to just get away and think we're jerks the whole time we're checking out doors?"
Feel better!
Gilstrom nudges Arcilde. "Uh, any more healing?"
Gilstrom nods once, gulping down his potion rather than burn more of Arcilde's power. He's healed a little more, and shrugging, he decides to just tough it out.
"Alright, good enough. I wish Persephone were here. She always knows what to say." He looks wistfully at the double doors before approaching and listening.
Gilstrom holds up his trident, and decides that discretion is the better part of valour. "I think I can see my spleen, and frankl yit's not nearly as interesting as I thought it would be. Let's plan and approach carefully."
Gilstrom drops his trident, yanks out a javelin, and hurls it. Badly.
Freshly healed, Gilstrom yanks out a javelin before hurling it and closing ranks again. "YOU AND ME YA BASTARD LET'S GO!"
Gilstrom lets out a loud groan as the healing magic floods through him. Although he's still badly injured, he's at least back in the fight.
Gilstrom's eyes go wide as he is stabbed twice by the glaive before he can even react. He tries to bring his shield up feebly before he dimly realizes through the pain that discretion is the better part of valor. Shield up, he retreats back to Arcilde's side, looking to her pleadingly.
Gilstrom scampers his way up happily, done with the boring rooms of yesteryear. He pushes his way to the front, holding his shield up as he advances.
Huzzah!
All for it. PbP games are healthier with breaks IMHO.
Gilstrom stares down at himself in awe. "Wow! This is what the world must look like to wizards! ... I've wasted my life." He shrugs with that knowledge, and rejoins the others. "Neat magic detection room. Not much to it. Can we go upstairs now?"
Gilstrom stares down at his equipment. "WOW!" He takes off the ring to see if it still glows and tries to step back and forth over the circle, trying to have some impact on the effect.
GM: No spells. quickrunner's shirt, ring of protection +1 for equipment.
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