Biff, unbeknownst to the rest present, has actually been drinking an obscene amount of Applejack. He rises to carry away some dishes at Laria's beckoning, teeters, and falls with a resounding thud, out cold.
Gremlin, who had been happily lying by after his own feast, jumped out of the way just in time. He climbs atop the big man's chest and feels for breath. After a moment, he says "I do not envy the headache you will have when you wake, but in the mean time, rest well and dream of large women."
Gremlin sniffs at the air and stops firm. "You sadistic old bastard, give these ladies a break. It's been a long day."
After an indignant ahem from Rexus, he repeats "Ladies." with an impudent grin.
"Good effort, but it's actually Poté perissótero I think. ... ... What? you pick up a few things scrounging around churches and Monasteries. I used to quite enjoy listening to old Abbot Mortimer recite poetry."
The black cat strolled in lazily, licking blood from his still damp chops.
"Hot damn I could eat for a week off of one of those," Gremlin says as he slips up to peer down from between Amara's legs.
"No it's not... It's not the beasts... Can't you smell that? It's... Sweet and... Confusing. I don't like it." he sneezes and shakes his head.
Gremlin thinks about going back to sleep, but his mischievous nature gets the better of him. He hustles out of the shop to catch up to the party. You may notice he keeps stopping to scratch at the collar on his neck. The more perceptive of you may notice that he wasn't wearing one earlier. If you're close, you may even notice that embossed in the leather is the name Gremlin.
"Oh it's you." Gremlin pads over to the man with the scruffy beard that had just entered the room.
"Yep. Enjoying yourself this time?" He picks Gremlin up and sits on a couch that happened to be there.
"I am. This group seems to suit me. May I ask a question?"
"I'm glad, and I hope they like you. Sure, shoot."
"On your childhood wall there is an imaginary cat. Do you suppose I could be some odd extension of that part of you?"
"Yaknow, I didn't think about it until writing this post with you, but yeah, I guess that makes sense. I suppose some things I haven't quite outgrown, huh Trappycat?"
"Dude, don't make it weird."
"Right, sorry. Well, I gotta finish making your brother. He's gonna be one creepy fluffer. Have fun Gremlin."
"Thanks, Cap."
At that moment, Alexis woke with a start. What she hadn't realized is that Gremlin had curled up on her lap and was startled awake by her movement. He skitters across the room before stopping to try and regain his dignity.
Gremlin comes to in his own room. It's oddly shaped, with coves, odd corners, and halls that loop back around. hmm. This again?
He pads around past the assortment of murals. One of the largest and most intricate was of a man in a long black coat wielding a bastard sword that was split down the middle like a tuning fork. The entire section was dark and dreary, save the ice blue eyes and glowing red runes on his right arm.
Gremlin continues on toward his favorite section. The first was of a grinning Catfolk, the captain of a ship. A strong and lovely half orc woman was by his side. Further on, a beautiful girl, half catfolk herself, was depicted shattering a man's sword with her Falcata. Finally, there were two proper cats next to the empty space Gremlin had walked out of the night he had awoken fully. The orange one wore a collar inscribed with the word Dragon. The creepy looking black and grey cat had one reading Djinn. Gremlin caught his reflection in the empty space and saw that he was wearing a leather collar embossed with his own name.
His contemplation was interrupted when he heard someone enter his dream room...
I'll make the GM post at work tonight :)
Gremlin emits a deep purr as he munches the offering. "Thanks," he says between bites, "I can usually fend for myself, but it seemed awkward to hunt for mice here." He looks back at you with an unnatural looking expression akin to a grin.
"Ha! Bet that was fun to see. They have good reason to give you a wide berth now."
"Honestly I have no idea. I am a cat, I can talk, and I have a certain penchant for mischief and sabotage. As for a spoken name, I don't suppose I have one, but wherever I've been I've heard you smellykin speaking of Gremlins. I think the title suits me."
Salem is closer. Hammerlock is currently getting his ass kicked in the next alley, but you'll hear that once everyone has had a chance to chime in :)
lol I can't resist the spit take. I was saving it, but whatever.
"Don't look at me, my place got trampled." The cat speaks in a plain, matter-of-fact tone. He stretches and walks forward a bit, cautious of Mira, not knowing whether she was still miffed.
Sleight of Paw: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Gremlin happens to find Mira's thieves tools! He swipes them and scampers off, the pouch firmly in his teeth. He heads up an alley to the north and stops, waiting to see if he'll be followed.
Gremlin sees Mira leaning against a low wall, panting a bit from the action. He walks along the wall as nonchalantly as possible and rubs his head against her arm in typical cat fashion. He sniffs her bag, looking for jerky or something. "Mrrrowr?"
Sabotage: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Gremlin had been working on a bit of chaos of his own. Making his way through the crowd unnoticed, he had set several things to happen at once. That should do it... Three... Two... One... ... ... Dammit I must've misti- Suddenly a series of small flashes went off around each of the Dottari guards. Each of them had their money pouches split open, spilling the contents all over the ground. While most of it was petty coin, no coin is very petty to a commoner, and others used the chaos to turn the riot in their favor. The area within 5ft of each guard is now impassable. It requires an escape artist check to move through at all and a DC 15 Reflex save to avoid 1d6 nonlethal bludgeoning damage every round. Good thing you're all out of there ;)
Gremlin runs off, bouncing with sadistic glee, after one of the people he had seen in his dream. That would be Mira
Gremlin: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Gremlin decides to have a little fun with the cart he can't get open. He slips around to the scrawny horse at the front of it and jumps up, landing all four claws into its backside. The startled horse bucks once, sending the cat through the air and into the fountain, then takes off, careening through the mass of people and overturning it's cart, which apparently belonged to a produce vendor. Who shouted "My cabbages!"
Gremlin paddles to the edge of the fountain and bursts out of it with little grace. worth it
Gremlin sees the ladies start to take charge of the situation and recognizes them from his dream.
Wise decisions: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Wisdom is not Gremlin's strong suit... But it seems to favor him here.
hmm... Best not to risk hurting the smelly folks. I wonder what is in that cart?
Sabotage: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Gremlin paws at the door, but can't quite get to the lock without being obvious. He brushes against 1d4 ⇒ 2 Septima's leg on his way.
Round 3 begin
I'll use the actions posted, but remember that these are one per round :)
Gremlin stretched and yawned as the morning sun found his bit of shelter in the park.
hmmm. What a strange dream. Can't say I have other memories of those people. But the mischief! Oh the glorious chaos surrounding them! Maybe they'll be with the rest of the smellykin. Seems a good place to look.
The cat rose, yawning again. Any onlooker would simply think a cat was meandering about, but this one had an intelligent purpose. He found a perch near a statue and observed the growing crowd.
Here's me, in case a GM has a sense of humor. Gremlin can also be non combat, only adding to the party in roleplay and his few unique skills. I just wanna play something lol.
PATHFINDER SECRET LIFE OF PETS!!! COME ON GM'S THIS IS TOO GOOD TO PASS UP
If you get a goofy feeling for one of your upcoming spots, Here!
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When I'm bored, I'm dangerous. The crap I come up with is utterly ridiculous.
Case and Point: Here is Gremlin. He can be a Rogue or a Witch, but most importantly he is a literal cat. I know, it's crazy and 98% of GMs are too chicken to go for crazy, but I firmly believe that he can make for an awesome addition to a campaign.
I personally was in a campaign that was top of the boards for a while and am back to where I can post with at least that skill and frequency again. I hope to catch another good one like that.
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