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"Hey look at all this cool stuff! And some boring stuff too!" He tosses the scrolls and spellbook towards the spellcasters before finally finding the big tome they were after "Think this is it? Its got a book mark.. looks kinda like a naked dead lady.. that's a LOT of wrinkles, eww." He slides it over towards the group for perusal.
Bubba holds on while the great worm beast crashes to the floor with a goopey thud. He quickly pokes his head up and looks around grinning "Whew, that was close, thought he was gonna eat us one by one!" He climbs off and wipes his dagger on his pants before hiding it back up his sleeve. "So.. now let's have a look around this place... me first!" And he's off!
Hrm, with natural attacks now I suspect Frankie actually has more than just his one dagger attack? I'm not super concerned about the damage output, more so the debuff I could be applying to the monster's chance to hit us. Frankie doesn't want to get swallowed. I've got to admit I never really got myself attuned to how natural attacks worked with the BAB, etc. Do I just got extra attacks? *Signed: Concerned Mouser Ghoul. Brainz.
"Bubba the Flash Ho-tep has you now ya big ugly!" Frankie crawls all over the oversized maggot like a similarly oversized housefly, stabbing into some soft spots as he goes! Underfoot Assault Activated!:
Underfoot Assault (Ex): At 1st level, if a foe whose size is larger than the mouser’s is adjacent to her and misses her with a melee attack, the mouser can as an immediate action spend 1 panache point to move 5 feet into an area of the attacker’s space. This movement does not count against the mouser’s movement the next round, and it doesn’t provoke attacks of opportunity. While the mouser is within a foe’s space, she is considered to occupy her square within that foe’s space. While the mouser is within her foe’s space, the foe takes a –4 penalty on all attack rolls and combat maneuver checks not made against the mouser, and all of the mouser’s allies that are adjacent to both the foe and the mouser are considered to be flanking the foe. The mouser is considered to be flanking the foe whose space she is within if she is adjacent to an ally who is also adjacent to the foe. The mouser can move within her foe’s space and leave the foe’s space unhindered and without provoking attacks of opportunity, but if the foe attempts to move to a position where the mouser is no longer in its space, the movement provokes an attack of opportunity from the mouser.
Dodging Panache: Dodging Panache (Ex): At 1st level, when an opponent attempts a melee attack against the swashbuckler, the swashbuckler can as an immediate action spend 1 panache point to move 5 feet; doing so grants the swashbuckler a dodge bonus to AC equal to her Charisma modifier (minimum 0) against the triggering attack. This movement doesn’t negate the attack, which is still resolved as if the swashbuckler had not moved from the original square. This movement is not a 5-foot step; it provokes attacks of opportunity from creatures other than the one who triggered this deed. The swashbuckler can only perform this deed while wearing light or no armor, and while carrying no heavier than a light load.
Bubba hisses at worm guy as he curses the group, pausing for a few moments as he listens/feels the ground beneath his feet. "Big worm!?! Bubba doesn't eat worms!" He waves at Aiden to come closer so he can help shield him from harm. Do worms have brainz? Maybe! Best as Meredith later.. or Denny.. they'd know! Bubba continues to dance side to side in his odd imitation crab/monk shuffle before stabbing out with his dagger.
"Rawr Bubba hungry for BRAINZ!" Moans little Ho-tep as he lurches ahead to stab at the blue ghoul. As always, he's mindful of protecting himself from a counter attack.
Underfoot: Underfoot Assault (Ex): At 1st level, if a foe whose size is larger than the mouser’s is adjacent to her and misses her with a melee attack, the mouser can as an immediate action spend 1 panache point to move 5 feet into an area of the attacker’s space. This movement does not count against the mouser’s movement the next round, and it doesn’t provoke attacks of opportunity. While the mouser is within a foe’s space, she is considered to occupy her square within that foe’s space. While the mouser is within her foe’s space, the foe takes a –4 penalty on all attack rolls and combat maneuver checks not made against the mouser, and all of the mouser’s allies that are adjacent to both the foe and the mouser are considered to be flanking the foe. The mouser is considered to be flanking the foe whose space she is within if she is adjacent to an ally who is also adjacent to the foe. The mouser can move within her foe’s space and leave the foe’s space unhindered and without provoking attacks of opportunity, but if the foe attempts to move to a position where the mouser is no longer in its space, the movement provokes an attack of opportunity from the mouser. This deed replaces opportune parry and riposte.
Bubba watches everyone get ready for battle, when they seem ready he strolls in and acts like he belongs there, moving just inside the doorway and watching the ceremony. When they call out to him he'll introduce himself, if he's ignored for more than a minute though he gets impatient and speaks up. "I'm Bubba, Bubba Ho-tep. Corpselight is under attack from Quickies with the burning light. Corvalos calls for your help." He tries to make his voice as raspy and hurried as possible, waving for them to follow him out.
Frankie gets out his 'cocoa skin' to give an offering to the dead, but then realizes he gave it to the thirsty woman back in town. Instead he offers up some words of encouragement to the fallen Pathfinders. "We're very sorry Joktan about what happened. We met your attackers and they apologized, if that helps at all." He sniffles a bit and continues "We're going to find your book and bring it back to the Lodge, and your wayfinder. You'll be a hero, not a ghoul." He digs a few stray pieces of taffy out of his pocket and tosses them down into the grave so they have something tasty to snack on.
Bubba is quickly fascinated with the metal rod that turns into a shovel. "Neat!" He stands nearby, dagger in one hand and the other pawing through the dug up earth. "My friend Meredith has a farm. She likes getting her hands dirty, its fun to watch her grow things. We do find lots of worms, someone told me once they were good for catching fish, but I think they're full of hooey. Who'd want to catch fish with a worm when you can use your hands?" He grins and bares some impressively little ghoul fangs. "I didn't think they maybe already had what we were looking for.. guess we're stuck checking." He watches for signs of bodies.
Bubba scratches his head as they talk about digging "We're going to dig up dead people? Then what?" He looks around at the group and the lack of something big like a wagon. "Maybe we should do this after we get what we came for? How do we run away carrying dead people around... and I don't think I want to carry a dead person!" He shies away from the grave site a bit, suddenly skeeved out.
Guy eyes the scorched kid with the brainz fetish and asks, Hey, Bubba, you want some healing there?" Bubba stops and pauses, looking like he's remembering something. His little dead brain churns out a response. "Brainz!" A little wand slides into his hand and he sneakily tries to heal himself.
In mere moments his sunburnt skin flakes off revealing semi-supple baby ghoul wrinkles once more. "Brainz." He grins and stows the wand back up his sleeve. --- Bubba gets down on the ground to listen and sniff at the holes, his limited experience not helping him figure out what made them. "Wormz?" Is all he can come up with as he pokes around the area for something that could be more interesting.
Bubba hisses and recoils from the light "Yowsers that's bright!" He looks around quickly to see if any more of those Pharasmins are coming to zap him again. "It looks clear, for now?" He scurries closer for a few moments to have a peek. Wonder what that was all about, maybe it'll not happen again...
Bubba stops and looks around nervously. He quickly starts to shift and dance about, almost like he's reenacting a comical monk's defensive pose. What the heck's going on!
Blundering Defense: Blundering Defense (Combat): Your feverish and sometimes comical defensive techniques offer enough distraction to aid allies. Prerequisites: Cautious Fighter, halfling. Benefit: Whenever you fight defensively or use the total defense action, allies gain a luck bonus to AC and CMD equal to 1/2 the dodge bonus you gain from the action you are taking. Allies only gain this bonus while they are adjacent to you.
The 'brainz' whispering fades and is soon replaced by quiet sobbing as Bubba Ho-tep mourns the loss of the other group of Pathfinders. Killed by people that should have helped them, how horrible! Frankie comes out from behind Aiden, tear streaks marring his grubby face "Did he tell you about their family? Friends? And maybe a book they were looking for?" He pulls up a tattered shirt sleeve and blows his nose on it, his undead rouse now completely dropped.
Bubba Frankie is glad the woman enjoyed his cocoa, even though he knows he can't show it. If anyone can stay in character its Frankie the Flash! "Best we steer clear of those raids then, my skin is still baby fresh and supple. I don't want those bright lights burning it!" He hisses dramatically.
Frankie Ho-tep slides up near the edge of the pen and looks the chattel over. On the outside he leers and licks his lips at the snacks. On the inside his heart breaks! I don't know how to save all these people here... "I got something for ya, don't want the meat to be all dried n tough!" He licks his lips and chomps his teeth, looking the woman, and those around her, over for signs they could have been from the lost crew. Without drawing attention to himself from anyone but the woman, he slides his precious 'waterskin' to the ground on the edge of the fence, near the woman.
Apparently Frankie 'The Flash' wasn't so quick with his feet or tongue this time, barely getting out of the brush before the white lie was given. "Yes Mummy!" He responds to the order before letting his wee little brain churn to process the information they'd been given. "So what happened to those quicks that attacked last week? Have they been eaten up already or is there any leftovers?" Bubba asks, smiling to show his sharp little teeth.
"Do you HAVE to do that?" A much quieter "Brainz" wafts up from under the table in response. As they're getting ready to leave he drops the magic token into the Ghost Writer's pocket. --- Not to be outdone by anyone, Bubba Ho-tep Frankie rushes to the front of the line for first dibs of the chalice. "Ooo pick me, pick me!" He hops and waves at the attending mages, not wanting to be left out, nor having to wait for the supreme fun he's about to have. "GAG! Water? Yuck." He sticks it out though and gulps down the offering, then quickly washing it down with his own drink from his waterskin. The transformation completes quickly and Bubba Ho-Tep stands before the group "Huh, cool! You all smell funny!" He sniffs himself and shakes his head, now understanding why Meredith always tried to get him to take baths. Frankie sniffs the air, wondering just where this town is.
Frankie quickly mobilizes on hearing the challenge from Valsin "I'll be the bestest dang dead Bubba Hotep you've ever SEEN!" Whoever that is... He flips off his backpack and disappears behind the man's desk, giggling as he crashes and thrashes his way through not only his backpack but also the man's trash can and a couple of his desk drawers.
After a few minutes some growling builds under the desk as a hideous, ravenous CREATURE OF DEATH! emerges. "BRAINZ!" He shrieks! The man's blue garbage can affixed to the boys head and streaks of brown cocoa powder darken his eyes. He's even got some strips of paper stuck all over his body almost like mummy wraps with a hint of maple.
Boon: (0/1)Righteous Redemption: Thanks to your work bringing a lost hero’s legacy to light, key leaders in the crusader nation of Lastwall have begun seeing Pathfinders less as ruffians and more as potential allies. Between adventures or while in Lastwall, you can check the box that precedes this boon to requisition one of the following: a satchel containing six flasks of holy water and an oil of bless weapon; two scrolls of lesser restoration; a combat-trained warhorse (heavy or light) with a military saddle, bit, bridle, and week of feed; a masterwork longsword; or a masterwork lance. This gear is yours to do with as you please, but it has an effective resale value of 0 gp.
Not having normal access to healing is a problem, especially since investing in inflict consumables for this one scenario can be costly and likely leave characters with a lot of unused resources. Maybe I'll have Frankie ask nicely about us being able to turn in our regular healing wands/potions for the inflict equivalent, and then have the option of turning remainders back over for the equivalent after. I can't imagine a scenario with this sort of design wouldn't have some sort of account for this. *Another option would be for us to pool group gold and divide up the cost of a wand or two of inflict light wounds, then at the end of the scenario sell that off and redistribute that gold to the group. I'd rather not have a wand of inflict light of 45/50 charges sitting on my sheet forever.
A small boy pops up from behind Valsin's desk, a steaming mug in one hand and a frosted white piece of cake in the other. "Hi, I'm Frankie! Sounds like we're gonna play dress up.. cool!" He takes a chomp out of the cake before setting it back down on the VCs desk and hopping down to mingle with the crew. "I've been on rescues before, they aren't too bad, gotta be sneaky though, which, I am!" He puffs out his little chest a bit and takes a loud slurp from his mug. "When I want to be anyhow." The little blonde boy looks to be around 10 years old with a knapsack on his back with the initials: GFF. A slingshot sticks out of a back pocket and you can see some shiny bits of mail showing under his long sleeved shirt. "So Desna's healing magic won't work on us when we're disguised as dead people? Do we get to pick which dead people we look like? Can I be Elvis?!?"
Frankie is a bit of an odd duck. He's technically a Halfling but as far as he's ever known he's a human boy. He's got the feats to back it up, and yes there is a chance to make the perception check, in all respects he acts and thinks himself a boy. Its really just a RP thing that I blew a couple feats on to make more realistic. He's a rogue/mouser. He takes advantage of the halfling feats that boost and reward fighting defensively. If you want to boost your AC and such, stay adjacent to Frankie in combat. He's also a bit impulsive and innocent, and of course childish. His mental stats reflect it! He's got no knowledge skills or sense motive, just loaded up on the CHA and DEX based goodies. He doesn't dish out big combat damage, just tries to help keep himself and others safe while being good at a number of skills.
When the giggling mists float past him, Quang Chi playfully holds his nose and pretends that it stinks. He whispers to the cloud, "If you are already a cloud of gas, can you even fart?" The cloud hovers around Chi for an extended period, obviously trying to do or communicate something. After a short while it floats off and explores the rubble before finally a smiling Frankie walks back into the room. "Cool!" ---- "What did we learn? Eh..." Frankie scratches his head as his eyes browse for snacks. "Oh! I learned how to turn into a cloud and fly!" He spreads his arms and zooms about the room smiling.
"Oh, and I learned that clouds can't fart." Crunching on a biscuit he found nearby.
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