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Irizzle revels in the discomfort of the big guns for a while, happy to be the correctly sized one in this environment. He shows off a little, dancing around between his companions as they carefully pick their way through. Heedless of what he is doing, at some point he pumps his head on a low part of the ceiling. This brings him to his senses, and he asks ”Well, that was a bit of fun, would you like me to scout ahead?”
Irizzle also attempts to climb.
”They say my people were Fey once?”
”A most magnificent tale, friend Keth! Mayhappenstance mingles with mischance in a mysterious miasma of mateship?”
Irizzle thoughts:
Irizzle always enjoyed talking to new people, though for some reason they always reacted poorly to his efforts at communication. Point of fact, he realised as he mused on this, it had not been until this particular group, and Meila in particular, that he had met anyone who seemed to understand him, and even participate in the grand joke that was life in the way he perceived it.
This was a new experience for him. Never before had he met people who took his eccentricities in stride. He was not yet sure how he felt about it, as he had always enjoyed the discomfort most people felt at his strange mannerisms, yet there was something to this newfound acceptance. Somewhat wary of the new acquaintances, Irizzle strolled over to Keth and his hound, shielding preparation of his weapon from view just in case, asking Keth, ”So Keth, how did you come to meet this fine creature?”
Irizzle trots out of the hut. "Hi there Luepel, pleased to meet you. Apologies for the intrusion, but your proposal seems a little premature as a greeting. P'raps we might get to know each other a little before we work out any deals eh?"
Irizzle will explore #2, as it has the most fungus lights.
Irizzle moves cautiously to go inside and investigate the largest of the huts.
Irizzle’s head cocks back and he gives a quizzical look at Meila, before breaking into a broad grin.
”Why Mister Keth, did you just conduct an experiment? Why, this is cause for merriment? If only we had some alco....ment?”
Irizzle exaggeratedly tries to move quietly behind Keth and Meila.
”Hmmm...methinks I shall have to think on how to deal with such a creature, I am only capable of producing fire damage currently, clearly no good?”
"Menagerie, rotisserie, heuristically..." Meila's distraction is successful, but Irizzle has now devolved to simply saying words he can think of that vaguely rhyme.
Irizzle fidgets and mutters quietly to himself while Keth checks things out. He has never been good at waiting, part of why he became a hermit living on his own clock.
Irizzle follows Keth, loaded gun in hand.
Irizzle follows behind Keth, senses questing into the unknown.
Irizzle creeps up towards Keth, raising a questioning eyebrow.
"Keth, watch out for drop bears?" Irizzle says in a coarse sounding accent.
Irizzle grabs one of the potions, gives it a slight shake, then looks at the liquid moving very closely, the vial only an inch from his face.
Irizzle does a silly dance in front of Sgrack. ”Vision getting any clearer my friend?....No?....How about now?”
Irizzle replies to Keth. Gunpowder does not occur naturally no, though the components with which to make it all are, so I suppose you could say it is a manufactured substance made from natural ingredients? Hmm, I could probably make a good living selling that in Taldor?” Hearing Srons statement, he exclaims ”A mystery! How excellent. We shall discover this friend Sron. You seem to have some knowledge though, perhaps if we catalogue that during out travels, it might help us bepuzzlement your origins yes?”
Irizzle’s eyes light up when he hears Keith’s question, and he launches into an explanation, heedless of Sron’s more cautious tone. ”Yes, no magic, just the wonders of alchemy!” he fishes out his powder horn, and uses it to load his gun while he explains. ”This astounding substance, gunpowder, possesses a magnificent amount of explosivity in such a tiny package! So we load it in here, and by containing the pressure within this tube when it ignites, we can force an object out the other end at great speed - faster than the greatest bow or crossbow could hope to achieve! Bullets! I’ve even been able to miniaturise some of my alchemical bombs to be carried as a payload within a bullet, though I’m still getting the hang of that part, it only tends to work a few times a day?”
”Well, perhaps now is a good time to stop for a bite to eat yes? Perhaps we could tell each other of how we came to be here? I myself am come from Absalom, the city at the centre of the earth”, he says the last sentence dripping with scorn. ”I was attending the most prestigious school of Alchemy, but to my great dread I found the place terribly boring! So stuffy and hidebound, set in their ways, hadn’t discovered anything new in years - no sense of adventure! Anyways, one day we were shown a ‘gun’ from Alkenstar. It was the most magnificent thing I have ever seen, and I knew I must have one just like it.” He looks around to see what interest the rest of you show in this moment, his face full of glee. “So I stole it! And set out on a wonderful adventure! Haha! Of course, I can never go back now, but I find I much prefer it out here anyway. The Kellie’s don’t look to put on airs and look down their noses at you, and I find the desert air quite bracing. Plus, just look at all of the things we have already discovered just this day! So much knowledge to be uncovered?”[/b]
Irizzle is broken out of his reverie over the fallen creature by the discussion on Sgrack's blindness. "Hmm, perhaps if friend Sgrack's predicament is more permanent, we may be able to make our way back to Joram for some helpful clericment? Is anyone proficient in the healing arts, that might be able to diagnose the duration of Sgrack's unvisionment?"
Irizzle is unfazed, and finds the creature fascinating. He pulls out a sketchbook, draws up a quick sketch and makes some notes. "Fascinating, yes, I simply must look further into this creature upon our return. That blinding light effect may be replicable?"
Irizzle blinks as the light hits him. He manages to shrug off the effects fairly quickly however.
Will update Irizzle’s map position when I get home in a few hours.
”Torch...frog...man?” He will move to his 10 foot range and seek to shoot it.
Hmm, this sounds good, and I have a concept in mind I think would be interesting to explore. This Alias is the only one I’ve had a chance to be active with, and the character is more than a little odd, which my conceptual character (a naive, young wizard, fresh out of University with more enthusiasm than common sense) would be quite different from. It would most likely take me a couple of days to put a fuller submission together.
Irizzle’s ear prick up in anticipation. ”Wibblesticks?”
Irizzle will move out of the water, and attempt to identify the creature.
"Mmmmmm....fresh picked sqizzleberries with a dash of vinegar?"
”Hmmm... different smaller race - similar size to myself really. They often do not wear shoes and have hairy feet, and are known for their love of food - both cooking and eating it. Friend Sgrack, I vow that one day I will take you for a halfling meal, you will not be disappointed?”
”Hmmm...fascinating. It appears we have found the first adventuring party of halflings. They met their demise here, but not at the hands of these oozes - they grew from their remains. Whatever killed them could potentially lie in wait?”
Irizzle immediately rushes to the remains of the slime creatures, and busts out some test tubes, scraping their remains into the vials. HE has his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth as he does this.
Irizzle steps back to give himself some room, and takes aim at one of the creatures, adding a little alchemical goodness to the shot.
if that hits, damage (first d6 will be normal damage, next d6+3 fire):
So if it hits it will be 4 Bludgeoning damage and 4 fire.
”Fascinating, I wonder at its animate force...I needs must collect a sample of its remains for further study?”
”Yes, yes, North...?”
”Ha! I consider myself not really awake until the house has almost burnt down at least thrice?”
Irizzle takes a curious look at the creatures. ”Hmmm... I continue to learn new things today...splendid?”
[rant]I'm probably a bit more frustrated by this than I should be, but is there any reason Sgrack decided to jump 3 spots in initiative, including an enemy? When I went to bed last night, I checked Roll20 and saw a perfect 15ft cone shot lined up for Irizzle to make his grand entrance combat wise to potentially hit all 3 bugs(having not even managed to sight an enemy the first time round), but it was still Meila's turn, and had been so for less than half a day, so I decide to go to bed and post in the morning. I wake up to find Sgrack has just jumped on in, and I feel like it robbed Irizzle of a moment to show what he can do beyond saying weird things and being annoying.[/rant] Note: This is just venting some frustration - I don't want or expect anything to be changed. Doing Irizzle's turn now - I see that Meila had her turn while I was writing this.
Irrizle strolls up and shoots the remaining bug.
Having never breathed water before, Irizzle finds the new experience exhilarating. The only thing that stops him dilly dallying to savour the experience is the knowledge they’ll need to come out. ”That was... very invigorating?”
Yes’m sounds good
”Well, that was certainly invigorating. It seems it is time to test the veracity of our underwater preparations?”
Irizzle attempts to detect any untruths in Garmens statement.
Irizzle pipes up with ”Oh, I could think of a few reasons those caves might be useful prior to the current situation, and I can assure you Mr Ulreth we would not want to disturb any delicate business items that might be located there, unless those items go boom, in which case I might like to purchase. Anyways, the sooner we can resolve the current issue, the sooner the previous status quo might return yes?”
Irizzle gets impatient. He walks up to the biggest Ropefist he can see and says "Hey, are you the boss? If not, could you take me to the boss, I think there is some business we can do."
”Ha! We agree on something friend Sron?”
Irizzle regrets his lack of coin, hermit life is occasionally not all it is cracked up to be. Nevertheless, he views these games with fascination.
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