Seeing the kobold, and hearing the creature’s explanation, Cole nods. ”Welcome to the ‘Menagerie of the good Doctor’…we have nothing yet. I was thinking about having badges made however.”
FYI: ‘Captain Rom’ will have no trouble making decisions and keeping things moving, but you guys/gals don’t hesitate to offer opinions or suggest new avenues of exploration. He’s just pushy and self-centered…not stupid.
Unless someone brings up a reason to stay, Rom will lead everyone outside to the outer buildings to speak with the mycologist and look for broken glass.
Grimacing at the voice in his ear/head that stings his slowly diminishing headache, Rom gestures around. ”Everybody spread out and look for clues! Anything out of the ordinary should be brought to our attention.Sir? Lady? May we get a timeline of the last time you both saw the contents of the safe intact and then when you found the missing contents? Additionally, can you give us a list of anyone you know who might have access to this house and might have the knowledge and ability to open the safe? Did anyone, other than you two, know how to open it? Most importantly, was the safe trapped in any way we cannot see?” He then raised his eyebrow at the Abjurer, assuming such magic had been present.
Sorry guys. My mom is moving in with me today and tomorrow. Im going to be too busy to post much probably until Monday.
Grimacing, Rom tries not to regurgitate again. ”Gaelyn. Fun? Assuming I can remember anything from last night…sure let’s call that fun. Food and something liquid to drink is my main goal at the moment however, as you surmised. And I’ve told you many times before it is ‘Captain Rom’ not ‘Lyrandar’. I’m not my family, nor property of such, even if my Dragonmark or my parents might intimate otherwise.”
Should I assume I’m in the same inn as the others, or write it differently?
I was thinking Troubleshooter. Everything from spying to assassination. Whatever the ‘Family’ needed from him.
OK: 'He'sDeadJim' here, and here is my submission finally. 'Captain Rom' Romilen d'Lyrandar Flying Ship Captain wannabe. I still need to write up some background stuff but the crunch of the character is here.
Yeah, it was. It was a bummer when it folded, I was on the brink of getting to play a were-leopard. In my real life game of Legacy of Fire I was playing a Gnoll Desert Druid, and he almost became a were-leopard too.
The boy is playing with a Tonka truck.
I like Teofila the Inquisitor better from a narrative perspective though Carmine the Bard may be more overall useful as Bards are just such a flexible class! For my 2 cents I prefer Teofila myself, for my own reasons.
Sounds fun! You should get some silver bullets and a white stallion… =)
Smiling broadly at the woman's interest, Dro'gan nods and gestures to Greenly. "Let me introduce my friend, Lady Greenly. She is one of the most stalwart and loyal warriors I have ever worked with. We both will pledge to make sure you remain safe, and will probably take you up on your offer for Intel and knowledge of the the area around Yanmass. You haven't happen to have seen a dryad around here have you? There are stories evidently..."
Right now I'm leaning towards the witch idea, though I need to finish looking at the other occult classes & archetypes before I make my final decision. I love witches in Pathfinder. Varisian Cartomancer witches are pretty fun...and technically thematic to Ravenloft too. Well the best things about witches are their Hexes, and picking your Patron will definitely affect your spell direction a lot. There are healing witches and witches that eat children and plenty in between. NOTE: Most witch spell and Hexes are buffs and de-buffs, with plenty of curses and nastiness style spells included. Very few direct damaging spells or defensive magics, although they get Mage Armor at least, but only as a 'we're sorry your base spells kinda suck' kinda gift. I have a full treatise on Witches and their magic (including some new Archtypes, Hexes, and spells just for improving witches) that I actually got published a few years ago if you are interested at all...
A great choice for this game. Roaming Exorcist? Let's see...OK, Never seen that one before. Looks fun! =)
Adios. It was fun while it lasted.
MINOTAR shakes his head as his fear of discovery lessens. "Admonishment and statement: You all think too narrowly. We could be here to make sure his wife or Texas Governor John Connally survives, or that Lee Harvey gets caught. Or none of it. The 'Butterfly' effect of time distortion could mean anything as far as we know. Some super-powered child could gain an advantage now that leads to a different future for all of us...so literally anything could happen. I for one have no problem making sure our future remains intact: Maybe its my tactical brain that gives me that advantage here, but 'doing what's right for the future' is bigger than whatever is happening 'right now' in my opinion."
Scanning the paper in her hand, MINOTAR begins extrapolating their location and time with as many factors as he can see and hear, tuning into local TV and Radio broadcasts. Once he started to realize what was going on, MINOTAR decided to use the new word Straightjacket taught him. "Statement and Expletive: Earth. We are in the Southern United States. Dallas Texas...somewhere in the past. There are no cell towers or major satellites, so our communication will be limited. Approximately late November...1963. Oh that's just 'Craptastic.' You brought us here. NOW." He immediately starts to visually scan for local police, or interested locals, while trying to stay as hidden as possible. "Question and Warnings: Can you disguise my visual form as well with your powers? Otherwise, a seven and a half foot combat robot might just start a panic. AND summon the army to our nearest vicinity. Not to mention, this IS Texas: Almost 30% of the population here was believed to have had access to multiple types of firearms during this time period."
Take your time: Your health is more important than any game right now.
I hate giving up. Ive lost too many games to silence. Im willing to wait a while.
MINOTAR begins to rattle of the name of the President, the Vice President, and the Joint Chiefs of Staff before he notices everyone's annoyed looks and stops.
Nodding at the new information, MINOTAR begins processing the possibilities. Too many… his processing center ‘brain’ temperature quickly begins to rise too quickly. So he relents and focuses on the here and now. “Statement and Request: Obviously you seem distressed, and you tell a good story, but can you prove any of this? You are asking a lot of us, and possibilities abound on potential lies dealing with time travel. You may very well be trying to cause what you are asking us to prevent.”
MINOTAR keeps himself from chuckling, seeing a chance at humor. "Humorous Response: She doesn't appear to be sweating to me...just green."
Without missing a beat, MINOTAR nods and expounds on the idea. ”Historical Factual Statement: ‘The pen is mightier than the sword’ is an expression indicating that the written word is more effective than violence as a means of social or political change. This sentiment has been expressed with metaphorical contrasts of writing implements and weapons for thousands of years. The specific wording that "the pen is mightier than the sword" was first used by English author Edward Bulwer-Lytton in 1839.“
Everybody is having it hard from what I'm seeing. Heck, I just got a PM from a GM that disappeared from a game I was in over 6 months ago. He popped in and apologized for going radio silent, and that was it. He isn't responding to my PMs anymore. I hope Tark is OK. I would like to keep this game going if we can.
A long pause hangs a little too long. ”Yeeeep.”
"Farewell Master Muziel!" Govrina has been sitting quietly for a while, listening to the talk amongst the friends here. She eventually nods and agrees. "While in my heart I would love to track that ship down and its entire network, I don't think many of us are sailors or swimmers...or flyers? We have the upper hand here and now, but all they have to do is set sail anywhere and we will never catch them up. Unless Sandpoint has naval assets? Let's get these girls to safety and decide what to do from there. I for one would like to continue to stick around with you...as long as that's OK with all of you." She smiles and reaches over to scratch Echo's whiskered chin with her pointed prehensile tail.
Made it. Lots of pain, but good people to help me through it.
Made it. Lots of pain, but good people to help me through it.
Made it. Lots of pain, but good people to help me through it.
FINALLY: That's it! I'm off to bed and a 6am call at the VA. Wish me luck and I will see you all on the other side hopefully. Please bot my character as needed until I can post again later this week at some point. Everybody have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
FINALLY: That's it! I'm off to bed and a 6am call at the VA. Wish me luck and I will see you all on the other side hopefully. Please bot my character as needed until I can post again later this week at some point. Everybody have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Thank you all. Technically I feel fine right now. No chest pains or anything. I had some shortness of breath about a year ago, but that went away when I changed my diet (Less nitrates...or is it nitrites? Whatever is in cheap processed meat a lot). Had some weird pressure on my left side (like someone was sticking his hand under my ribs). No pain really. But my doctor wanted to do some tests, then some tests were off, and they lead to more tests...until bam! I evidently have 5 arteries clogged on the left side of my heart (2 of which are at 90%!). So now we rush to do bypass surgery. I'm not looking forward to it...but I have to do it for my 9 year old son. He lives with me (his mother moved to Boston) and I need to make sure I can stick around for the long haul as much as possible.
Well...here it goes: I have been diagnosed with a bad ticker. And they are in a hurry to get it fixed: Next Tuesday I will be getting open heart surgery and a Heart Bypass at my local VA. That means I will be in the hospital for at least a week of recovery and home resting after that for weeks. I will attempt to keep up with my games, at least by phone for now, but I cannot guarantee anything after next Monday yet. That's assuming I survive. They gave me a pretty low percentage of something going wrong, but with any surgery you never know... I am still available between now and next Monday however. If you need anything from me for this game until then, just let me know. Either way, please feel free to bot my character as needed after next Monday, and I hope to get back to all my PbP games (by phone at least) as soon as I can. Hopefully by...Christmas? We'll see I guess.
I know I have PP sitting around, but I haven't figured out how I wish to use them. Ditto...?
Im good with slow pacing, so Im not complaining. This time of year (Oct -Dec) is usually hard on everyone for various reasons. GMs are usually already multi-tasking normally in their lives and Ive learned to accept they often get overwhelmed by real life more often than not during the Holidays.
Ashlei is too busy drinking ‘water’ to notice anything right now…
Its the one protection item I don't have. If no one else needs it, I'll take it.
Govrina stares at the man intently, and sits up straight. She weighs the pros and cons of the situation, and pulls her hood back to reveal her full heritage. Her red eyes flash with insight as she steeples her fingers together after her thoughts align themselves. She is an open book, as her face smiles with absolutely no impression that she is happy. "I have three words for you: GO...TO...HELL. If you, or your partner, cared one iota about the missing girls, you would already have told the sheriff about all of this. You simply want to save your skins, and while you had a laudable goal of 'being honest' with me in the minor hope of convincing me to help you, all you have done is made me realize I should just destroy you and your businesses by testifying against you...and then Sandpoint will thank me for stopping those who are aiding and abetting kidnapping! Keeping that information to yourself now, just tells me you and your co-conspirators are NOT to be trusted. And you're idiots. If you had gone to the Sheriff FIRST, I MIGHT have relented and offered you what you wanted. Feel free to go out and about...live your life however you want. But now? You are nothing more than a criminal and a kidnapper's accomplice to me and ANYONE willing to listen to me. I doubt you will have many customers after all is said and done now." The tip of her tail snakes its way onto the table, and points at the coin she placed there. Her eyes glow red as blue-white mists coalesce around the coin and it slowly flies up a few feet into the air then slams itself into the table, embedding itself in the wood. "Just leave me and my new friends alone, or you will regret you were ever birthed by your whore of mother."
I'm already wearing the Magic Headband. And I grabbed the following items previously... 6x flasks of acid,
1x Potion of Cure moderate wounds
Gravi spends a few minutes speaking with Kaye, before returning to Gorvina and Wayliant. I'm prepared to head back with you both. Gorvina, We'll make certain one of us is either immediately next door or across the hall from you should any need arise... he grins and motions with an open hand for the group to return for the evening... She nods as they prepare to separate for the evening. ”I do appreciate the thought and effort good Sir. But I intend to sleep deeply in a real bed for the first time in a long time, with the door barred, and my dagger handy just in case. Oh…and its Gov-Rina. Accent on the second part. You make my name sound like Im going to start taking people out with my little horns!”
Govrina merely watches as the human is led from the room in irons. Once gone, she sighs. "I was in that cage for days Sheriff. I can tell you about every scratch and dent, the splinter that kept jabbing my backside, and the rusty spot on the bottom of the 12th bar starting from the left-front corner...but it won't make much difference will it? If it matters, I'm more than willing to speak my truth in front of a priest, if you have one here in...Sandpoint was it? Maybe one of my 'guards' will break under interrogation and corroborate my story?" She wanders over to the open front door going out, and watches the weather. "Should I worry about retaliation? That 'man' had ties to the community obviously."
"I doubt this is the last Cyclops on the planet Cassie! And they should have known better than to try and live on OUR island. We earned this place fair and square! They were just squatting on it!" She then waves Esmarelda toward the exit, her boots leaving bloody prints behind her. "Distractions m'lady...Distractions!"
Carefully removing her soaked hood from her head completely, Govrina nods at the man's effort of being polite. "Greetings sheriff. I am sorry to bother you, but I am here to tell you a strange story. I ask your patience, as I only know my part in it all, but I fear if we wait too long true justice may escape this night." She proceeds to tell the whole sordid tale from her perspective, stopping only at the point when Gravi enters her window. At that point she steps back to let him finish the tale from his perspective.
Suddenly surrounded by 'Master Gravi's' friend-herd Govrina squints a little around the room and sighs heavily while grasping her backpack to her chest for some basic comfort and support. She reminds herself quickly of her father's many...many...lessons, and leans into the sudden welcoming support, and reminds herself that politeness is king. "First of all, Master Gravi, I want to thank you and any gods who provided you to me for the timely rescue. A few hours later and I would most likely be much worse off, or worse, left to rot in the ground somewhere forgotten." She pulls back her cloak's forest-green hood, and reveals her horns, heavily scaled skin, and obviously fiendish heritage without pride or hesitation. She waves off Wayilant's interest. "I am Govrina Fireblood, originally from Nirmathas. Greetings to all of you? In short, I was kidnapped and held on various ships at sea for...days?...weeks? I'm unsure exactly. I'm OK now...I guess? I was not molested nor injured on purpose, and I was not starved. However, the proprietor of that establishment 'bought' me and expected a major return on his investment. I intended to refuse vociferously, until your friend entered my room's window and decided to help me escape." She flicks her fingers at her curled horns. "Evidently in this land my heritage runs against me. Maybe I should just get out of town quickly? The last thing I want to do is cause trouble here or anywhere. The Worldwound is far from here, but its demonic influence must still be felt even here. In Nirmathas, the constant warfare with Molthune means anyone willing to fight the enemy is usually welcome, regardless of species or appearance." She then sighs and grips her horns with both hands and tugs on them in a motion that seems familiar to her. "I never intended to be born with horns, scales, wings, or a tail...but I would never want to be anything other than what I am. My adopted father is a half-orc, and never let me learn to hate my family heritage. Although I wish he had warned me about the problems it might cause me once I was away from home."
Thankfully entering the tavern and leaving the rain behind, Govrina doesn’t shy away from boldly asking the most obvious question once the human offers some basic comforts. She hisses softly to her companion once they are alone-ish… “Sure…whatever…just…where the f~@@ am I?”
Pixie's Kitten: With the strange human ally as a dangerous distraction, Govrina is actually safer in the cage than unarmored and in the thick of things! With eyes flashing Govrina waves a hand while blue-white mists uncoil and whip out to extend around the leather plate. "Boring conversation anyway." The plate is surrounded by the mist and it immediately lines up and flies at the unhurt guard!
And ricochets the plate off the door jamb in her haste!
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