Alright, I hate to do this, but it's pretty clear to me that I just can't keep up in my PbP games and take care of all the stuff life is throwing at me right now. I thought things would get better once student teaching was over, but between looking for a new job, a new car, and a new place to live I just don't have the time to spend on these games anymore. :(
I really feel bad about leaving you guys in the lurch, but I haven't been able to give you guys enough of my time and attention for quite awhile now.
Gunther attempts to keep an eye out while the others investigate the chest. The dark dwarf's bow is clutched protectively in one hand as he presses the other to his wound.
Gunther sets an eye on the wight threatening Prar, trying to size up the undead creature. He then manifests another arrow and takes a shot at it, hoping to lay it low.
Gunther studies wight #3 (move action) and uses Silver Strike on it (standard action).
At this level, Ranged Defensive Focus lets me take AoOs against anything that provokes at 10' and 15'. Does that mean I can take a free shot against 2, 4 and 5?
Gunther drops into his defensive stance with an arrow readied, eyes peeled for enemies. The look on his face shows he clearly intends to pincushion anything that appears.
Gunther weighs the options and decides that Champawat has a point. "I usually ain't one for trustin' things like this, but she's right 'bout it bein' a good vantage point."
Can I get a suit of Kikko armor, or Studded Leather if Eastern armors aren't available? I'd want a buckler, on top of that. Should come out to either 30 or 35g, either way.
Gunther looks to the others, knowing full-well that simply walking right up to the toiling humans and dwarves could bode poorly for them, especially in the dead of night. "What d' ya think?" he asks the others, explaining the dangers that may await them.
"Staying put while Goodwin is in trouble ain't my style. I'll be out lookin' for him, even if it's fruitless. We can go meet th' dwarves, sure, but I ain't got any intention o' stayin' long." Gunther states, before adding, "None taken. We're all stubborn as the hells, and pro'ly better for it."
Gunther scoffs at the question. "There ain't much o' anybody who get along with my kind. Worst case scenario, I stay outta sight an' let th' rest o' ya handle it."
Gunther tags along, his stubby legs making it difficult to keep up with the rest of the group. Anyone who so much as looks at him gets a razor-sharp glare, but he stolidly maintains his silence as he follows along.
Gunther is more than content to allow his other companions to speak with the leader of the goatlings. He's neither sociable nor diplomatic, and his time would be much better spent hunting more animals for food, bone and hides.
You don't get to trade in maneuvers until 4th level of any Initiator class. That means that you're stuck with the maneuvers you chose for a very long time, and 1) you can only trade them out 1 at a time, and 2) there are very few "powerful heal or debuff" maneuvers early on, by design.
Furthermore, those kinds of spells (except grease) are minute/level spells or aren't intended for combat at all. You're never casting them in combat, so the wasted action argument is silly. A Fighter 9/Wizard 1 (who picked up Magical Knack) would be able to toss those spells on himself for 3 minutes a pop, which can easily be done in situations where you can see the enemy coming, for utility purposes, or whatever.
But whatever, we've done this song and dance already. I'll continue to enjoy playing my PoW classes, and that won't ever change.
That is true. But those 2nd and 3rd level maneuvers you picked up will start to show age pretty quickly. They never really keep up with Full Attacking (outside of a few which are likely at the top of the list to get powered down once DSP gets around to errata'ing BB and PF) so even if you grab a few neat boots and counters, it's still not really that huge of a deal.
Those 1st level spells the Wizard gives the Fighter can actually be super good, even long into the higher levels. Enlarge Person, Long Arm, Grease, Mount, etc. Is a single attack with a couple extra d6s (2d6-3d6, generally, depending on the discipline) and maybe an extra condition on top of that really going to be worth using over just emptying your full attack into somebody? I'm unconvinced.
Practiced Initiator's an awesome trait, nonetheless, if you take it for the purposes of our cheese dips. I'd rather just have an Initiator as one of my primary classes. ;)
It works exactly like Magical Knack does. You get access to higher level maneuvers (because that's based on IL) but you don't learn new maneuvers or stances, gain more maneuvers readied, except when you get additional levels in the Initiator class.
"Pro'ly more than all our hides combined," Gunther deadpans. With barely even their weapons to their name, effectively any amount of money would be well out of the reach of the gathered children of Goodwin.
Gunther eyes the huge turtle warily. "Well, good t' see they ain't just makin' a fuss for no reason, I s'pose," he grumbles to no one in particular. The dwarf's grip on his weapon relaxes, and he watches to see how the goatlings handle the over-sized reptile.
I'm assuming Champawat and I have returned to at least the outskirts of the area where the Ceremony is happening by nighttime.
Gunther considers the Chief's words well, realizing he may not have been entirely fair in his assumptions of the goatlings. When the cacophony starts again, however, he covers his ears and grimaces heavily, the terrible racket beginning to give him a headache. Glancing towards the lake, he notices the fog and the odd way the water is acting, and he grips his bow protectively. 'The hells is goin' on here?' he ponders, trying to block out the noise and concentrate.
Gunther sighs. "Yeah, that goes for me as well, lass. We can try an' ask th' other groups what they're plannin', or maybe just wait until they wander off and pick a diff'rent direction," he offers.
Whoops, thought we were gonna camp out in the woods. I'm okay with returning to the camp if that's the plan. A nice fire wouldn't be bad at all, after all.
Gunther grimaces, not entirely pleased with any of the options available. "Guess I'll just sleep against a tree. Ain't th' best bed, but I s'pose it'll do."
Honestly, Gunther doesn't truly trust them either. Like, he's spent plenty of time with other races, yeah, but none that he couldn't understand or that tried to kill him.
He's far more likely to wander off to the edges of the celebration, if not to meet up with the others and leave entirely. There's literally nothing of value here for him, past some food which he'd gratefully eat, but then he's gone. He is a duergar, after all, and spending time with Goodwin and crew or no, duergar are not known for their love of dancing or partying.
I get the feeling it's pretty much the same for most of the others. We're even getting the stink eye from these folks. Why the hell would we want to stick around?
Gunther whistles, impressed by the goatling procession. "Quite th' party they're throwin' here." Turning to his companions, he crosses his arms and looks pensive. "What d' ya think we should get up t' while they're gettin' this ready?"
"Well, at least that means they ain't likely t' try and murder us again," Gunther deadpans. He looks to the goatlings and their expectant gazes, shruging noncommittally.
Gunther gives the goatling a strange look at it makes the odd gesture with its hand. Shrugging, he turns to Goivan at the gargoyle's suggestion of finding food. "Couldn't agree more," he replies as his stomach takes the chance to grumble its discontent.
Gunther shrugs, not particularly fussed. "We can't understand th' buggers, so there ain't much purpose in keepin' 'em around. If they don't intend t' kill us, then I say it's fine t' leave 'em with the others."
Gunther eyes the goatling warily, but his eyes follow the bound creature's line of sight. He runs a hand through the white hair of his beard, before giving it a soft tug to show it's attached to his face. "Ain't never seen a proper beard before?" he chuckles, clearly not intending for the goatling to understand him. "Yer missin' out."
