Kitana "Kit" Caine's page

reflex save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Stunned by the roiling chaos, Kit shakes her head to clear her mind and returns to the task at hand.
Seeing Granitt bleeding out on the floor she
[A] Runs over to him
[A] pulls out an elixir of life
[A] pours it down his throat

elixir of life minor: 1d6 ⇒ 4

"Come on, get up skrag you, get up!"

"Snakes! I hate snakes!"

I presume Kit still has her crossbow out from earlier? In which case

[A] Kit loads a bottled lighting into the receptacle in her alchemical crossbow

[A] Kit fires at the serpent

attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
piercing damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6 +
lighting damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

[A] Kit reloads

"These blasted bloody bilgerats are looking to burrow and board the ship with their slithering scaly slimy selves! Let's Repel these dangerous dastardly nare-do-wells!

For a brief moment Kit considers she may have started victory drinking too soon and in too great a liquid volume.

"I couldn't have made it without your help, let's all go back onboard the ship and have an ale, or brandy. We deserve it."

Kit immediately starts concocting her faux yet extremely alcoholic energy mutagens.

Wracking her brain, Kit realizes does not know any formulae for a water breathing mutagen, and resolves to develop one in the future.

"Could we, create some kind of pully system to lever the jaws open? Or maybe one of us could swim down and assist him? "

[[A]] Quick Alchemy Create Antidote
[[A]] Consume Antidote
[[A]] Draw Alchemical Crossbow

fort save: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 2 = 17

"Anyone think it would be a bad idea to burn this mold away?"

Kit feels the clammy hand of disease rest upon her shoulders.

fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Kit hides her face in her hands, the shame at letting the rope escape her discoloring her face, ruminating darkly on all the times she skipped physical education to go to physiker education.

"Hell and damnation curse me for being another foppish academic. Get your head in the game Caine"
...

Kit stares wide-eyed at the collected detritus of vessels past, wondering at what secrets they might hold... Then see's the mold and her mind is immediately elsewhere.

"Let me take a look at that Irth " while attempting to remove the mold Kit also tries to collect some in a clean, empty vial for later analysis

survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

going to hero point that

acrobatics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

"Thanks for the assist, I'm on it!" Kit spring into action, attempting to grab one of the loose ropes before it breaks fully and causes undo harm to the crew.

acrobatics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Kit tries to use take stock of the situation and identify any critical areas

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Kit will try to aid. What is required?

The formula was on the chronicle sheet I got from plaguestone. I thought it was legal a la it's reporting document. If that's not the case I'll swap over to prepping vial of frost instead.

Having developed a whirlwind new drink, Kit spends a good deal of the trip trying to innoculate herself against sea sickness with a continuous influx of alcohol based sickness... vomit is vomit regardless of the source Kit, pull yourself together

" Hmmmm, a, smokestick mutagen? Very interesting. Yes, I think this idea has great potential for clearing enclosed rooms and hiding during a forest fire. This warrants further investigation, I would be honored to collaborate."

At some point she remarks upon Granitt's crafting "I have never had the opportunity to so closely study dwarves engineering. The delicacy and finesse is truly astonishing"

Taken aback by Irth's revelation "If, the sea takes a turn for the worse, would you be capable of steering this vessel? I have to confess the art of seafaring is one I am tragically uninformed about with regards to any practical application."

" oh thats quite fine" turning to hopper "this one seems good-strange and not untoward-strange. I would be more than happy to share secrets of the alchemical arts together. After all a secret secret is no fun."
Prepared in Kit's book is the lesser energy mutagen, arsenic, the lesser versions of acid flask, alchemist fire, bottled lightning, frost vial, elixir of life and antidote. As well as Silversheen and Black Adder Venom.
During the course of the journey, in an effort to stave off some of the cold, Kit prepares and drinks a blue mutagen which rimes the glass with frost.
lesser cold energy mutagen
Upon drinking it, she seems much less disturbed by the frigid wind and sea spray. "In Ustalav I was never much of a mutagenist, but I copied a senior girl's notes once who was something of a prodigy. They caught me and I was placed on academic suspension for a few days. "

She thinks back to her time, hanging by the ankles from iron manacles as the occasional academic would strut by tutting their tongue reproachfully.

"The formula itself was sound though, I thought something to inure us to the worst damages of cold might be prudent. "
Otherwise she spends the trip pleasantly as possible, sharing stories with her companions and inquiring after new formulae and crafting methodologies. At some point during the trip she takes pot shots at passing fish with her crossbow.

"Ready when you are ma'am"

" How about 'A little Flair'?" Smacking her lips as she enjoys the surprising taste of the concoction. An excellent brew Master Goblin and pleasing to make your acquaintance. I believe this is an auspicious start to my travels. She looks around, from the motley assortment of patrons in the room to the menagerie of bottles and containers behind the bar, and finally back the the energetic bartender. I came down here looking to clear my head and hopefully find some inspiration, well I can tell you I think inspiration will be in no short supply with company like this. She clanks her drink against the bartenders tankard and proceeds to finish it in one attempt.

With a satisfied sigh she places the empty vessel on the bartop. I don't suppose there's work around here? Word going around is that folks are always popping in with something needs doing."

A raven haired woman in a scholar's tunic gently intrudes her way through the door, her arms wrapped around her shoulders, rubbing them to keep warm. Up close you can see she has gone somewhat pink from her familiarity with less frigid climes. An archaic wayfinder hangs from a string on her neck and all manner of alchemical vials and worn notebooks bulge from the satchels bedecking her, and a strange looking crossbow with glass inserts rests snugly on her back. Putting her hands together and blowing on them to stave off the cold she makes her way into the shop. "Master dwarf. Fellow pathfinders" She inclines her head to the party, doing her best to smile and meeting with some success despite her chattering teeth. "I apologize for my lateness, I, had a run in at tavern and had to make a more circuitous route here." Glancing at Lirall's Cousin "please, some, more appropriate garments would be appreciated if you have any more in stock. I got the gist of things from Lirall, and once I'm properly attired I shall be ready to depart."

[ooc] Kit has prepped 2 Alchemist Fire, 2 Bottled Lighting, and 2 Elixirs of Healing. [ooc]

The woman closes her eyes waiting for the searing white after image to mostly dissipate, and then opens them and begins patting out the small fire that has begun to chew hungrily through her notebook. She pears over the drink, licking her lips in anticipation of some far off imaginings. "why if one is careful, they could really hurt someone with this."

With a cheshire grin she picks up the drink and turns to the bartender " The name's Kitana Caine, but please, call me Kit, everyone whose anyone worth talking to does. "

She clinks the bottom of the glass against the flash burned counter before swiftly raising it to her lips. "If I die please be kind to my memory, after all, I'm not Cayden Cailean."

She drinks...

B-E-A-Utiful :)

Edit: Thanks for the heads up, I found the setting and enabled PMs.

Thanks for the invite, I'd love to hop in.

A bookish young woman strides purposefully into the tavern. Satchels filled to the brim with notebooks and alchemical vials clink and sway in time with her booted steps. Toeing carefully over some sleeping drunks she dusts off a chair at the bar and has a seat.

"Hello. Could I have the house special? Seems to be a lot of commotion around here."

She pulls out a notepad and begins to jot down sketches of the local fauna.

That guide is super helpful, thanks!