Ikit the White's page

Guys. I can't post properly without the app. So for now I have to bow out of a few of my games till I sort this out :( but if allowed I would like to join in as soon as it's sorted?

"Yes yes, very expensive, yes yes. No need to shoot shoot if no need to" the bundle grumbles

will ready a non lethal shot. shooting a leg, nicking shoulder, etc

im sorry, i couldnt log on since wednesday. everytime it just kicked me back to log in screen :(

"Flying blood sucker, no no. Bad!

RTA (i hope): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

okay. Just read wrong

ikit, breathing a bit heavily begins to reload his gun before moving closer. Ready to fire as soon as he is able

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wait. Is ikit still grappled or is the creature dead and he is free to act again?

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"Ahhhh! No no! Get off off!" he squeaks in surprise. He fires his pistol at the grappling monstrosity

spending a grit point for up close and deadly

RTA! aaaaah!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Bang! Get off me!: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 3) + 1 = 5

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Ikit puts away his pistol and begins to climb up to get a better vantage point

Climb: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 yosh!!!!
The little rat in his laundry pile, quickly scampers up

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I'm a bit lost what to do now. Is there a rope now?

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"Gah! No no. Goblins!" he squeaks as he puts out his reloaded weapon and fires at one of the goblins

RTA: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
KRAKOOOM: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

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"Yes yes. Let's go go." a Sort of thumbs up can be seen protruding from the pile as he scammers behind Zhai

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Ikit screeched in excitement as his bullet struck home. He quickly reloads as his gun vanishes then reappears from his like of clothes and he fires again

RTA: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

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Hi guys. Sorry for being absent, couldn't access my posts until now.

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Move action, reload
rta: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

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Ikit grumbles slightly. He wasn't use to so many things in the way. But he reloads and takes one more shot at the last goblin

RTA: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Damage : 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

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Ikit points his gun at the not dead yet goblin close to Ran and takes a shot at it

RTA: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 9 - 4 = 7
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

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"My bad bad!" the laundry squeaks back at the one behind him

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little one is adjusting. So I think I'm back again =^^=. Side note. +9 to acrobatics means the ratfolk crosses easily

He scammers after Ran. Not wanting them to be too far apart in case he may need to help him out

"Yes yes. Follow!" he says quietly but excitedly

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So here's the deal :
Today GMT+2, 3:25 am we welcomed my first born into the world. 16 July 2017

Welcome to my partner in geeky crime. Aldrèa

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had a horrible week. Couldn't even get to any of my games till now. Will post again in the morning

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"Yes yes. Ikit go see see about lock" one can hear rumbling and then jingling of metal objects. A set of tools appear from his person. You think. He then goes to work on the door

DD: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

He seems to grumble.
"Two leg locks. Maybe Ikit try try again?" he turns to look at the group

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Little ikit kicks the corpse for good measure. Inside his bundle of clothing you hear noises. You hope it's him reloading his weapon

"What now? Go on on?" he looks about the place

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Ikit will reload his weapon (AoO) and then tries to fire again at the man. Spending the grit he just got to get up close and deadly

RTA: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 9 - 4 = 17
Damage: 2d6 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 1 + (5) = 10

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I could not get on the site for most of the weekend. Will update proper tomorrow. It's rather lare

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Ikit takes his chance to go help Zhai. The bundle of clothing darts from it's hiding spot, and almost presses his pistol right into the back of her attacker before a loud KRAKOOOM fills the area spending grit for up close and deadly

RTA: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 9 - 4 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 1 + (1, 4) = 7

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Ikit will try to find some better cover so that he himself can cover his larger companions with fire support. And hopefully get some sneak attacks in there too!

Stealth!: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25

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sorry. A lot of my games didn't update for some reason

Ikit chimes in very quickly as he rambles off
"nonono.ikitmakeboomboomgoawaybeforeyoutouchtouch.movemove" he was past him in a flash and at the door

Looking for traps: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 1 = 14

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"Man may have name wrong wrong? Maybe she close close? If not... maybe tower girls are close close? Ikit not sure. But thinks man just dizzy"

i hope i got that across okay. If not. Just read spoiler :P

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Wis: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

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Ikit looked from one to the other. This was far beyond him. He knew tunnels and gun powder. Well. That was his life. Thats what he was raised to do. This talking and qaubling over coun and girls. The surface world was strange indeed.

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Sorry guys. Power was out for 3 days. Hard time charging my phone even

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The sounds of clapping comes from his little hide away

"Good good. Yes yes?" ot sounded a bit that he was a bit sad to let the gift go. And wanted to know if it was worth it to give him the snack.

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I had a bit of a relapse with my depression... will try to get things back on track asap

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"Gift gift" comes the squeek from inside the pile and he places the treat on the plate. The way he said it, he sounded very pleased with himself

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"Ikit have gift gift!" some form of meat, you think it may be meat. And you are not sure if its cooked or not, comes from the pile of clothing
"Give give!" he shakes it so that they know he plans to put this on the plate

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"Yes yes. Ikit sneak sneak. Then BOOM! Or... not? Ikit want to help help... but not talk talk" it apears the bundle was shaking its "head"

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A claw seems to reach out from the walking and talking bundle of clothing and tugs at Zai's clothing

"Psst. Psst. Ikit think this is bad bad.... we should be sneaky sneaky.... why so much talky talky?"

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SM: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Completely lost on how humans act any clue or tell tale is lost on the confused ratfolk

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Ikit simply stood still and waited like it seemed most of the people around him did. Not a rat for words much. Words were seldom needed for what his life was about. So the pile of clothes simply waited and listened

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Ikit tries not to make a scene. Humies always freaked when they saw him. So he stayed hidden in his miss matched pile of clothing

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Ikit tilts his head more. Humans. So eager to fight. At least when they faught it was only to gain terratory. No personal grudges. Life was too short for little fights and deaths. All for the colony!

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only if things turn sour will he pull the trigger. He may seem filthy and a bit strange. But those beady black eyes have quite an educated mind behind them

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Ikit stays out of sight so to speak. Finding a nice comfy spot. He waits. People and their talky talky. Not for him. No. Too complicated the humans and their talky talky things
Hide: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17

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Hey folks. Just saying work is putting me under a lot of stress. Will be back to posting by the weekend

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heh!

"Ikit no man man! Ikit proud ratfolk! Dont make Ikit kick kick you!" the pile of clothing seems to be bouncing. Or throbbing. One cannot accurately tell

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"So we go look look for lady? And dig dig for item. And then bring back back? Ikit can do do. Ikit no scaredy scaredy. Great great honor to help help!" cames his voice from deep beneath his rag bundle

"Where can we start start?" the last question comes a few seconds later. As if he wanted to leave but only to realose he didnt know where to go

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"Yes yes! Box went click click. Then.... poof! Things cane out out... now gone gone" one claw pointing to where the things went down. It sounded like the voice was rather pleased with his explination

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Ikit moved back a bit, and suddenly their was a deafining sound as the smell of burned black powder filled the room

shooting at the one not engaged and also spending 1 grit for up close and deadly

RTA : 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
RTA+Sneak+UCD: 3d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 1, 2) + 1 = 6

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