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Yep, same here. I would much rather it slow down a bit than to end completely... I think we have a great group here!
"Think they mighta made the d'cision fer us. Think they wanna fight." The professor mixes a quick extract, steps toward the badguys, and fires off a spray of rainbow colors at them.
I'll be having a busy Valentine's weekend, so feel free to bot me as necessary.
Maps look great to me!
"I don' like 'em. Kin we kill'um?" The Professor doesn't really wait for a response, readying an extract for the moment the creatures turn hostile.
"Carvings show Dokhamaut shielding a buncha monsters frum r'incarnation. Bad god. Nasty biz'niss."
"Some sorta brown goo on th' altar. See some gold. Might wanna check 'tout."
"You worree about holdin' yer weapons. 'll hold a torch." Landhan lights a torch and holds it aloft, walking just behind Sukumar. He has a hand at his belt on his acid splash extract, ready to toss it at an enemy if we run into any.
"'ll go secund. Kin use ma' extrax on'm if 'e needs 'em."
Landhan feels like he should notice something, but doesn't quite notice whatever it was. "Ye' kin stay with tha boat. Seems like a good aydea. This way ya won't git killed."
"A lil' scured are ya? Gods're jest powerful bein's, but powerful they are. I'll deferr teh y'all on this one. I like daimunds, tho."
That is pretty much what I'm going for. LOL
"Ain't no religish man, but that sez 'Dokhamaut - God of Immortality and Permanent Death'. Them two things seems mutually essclusive teh me."
"Sahnds yooseful. I'll take 't. Thank ya."
When Landhan wakes the next watcher, he simply says "Centipede came thru. Didn't bite no one. Watch fer it."
The Professor stays awake, taking the first watch. In about two hours, he nudges the nearest person. "Yeh're tern." Once he's satisfied that the next person is awake and alert, he lies down and falls into a deep sleep.
"Yeh'll see mah skills when thay're needed, young'un. An' yeh'll be thankful for 'em."
Landhan, successfully rebuked, simply *harrumphs* and goes back to tinkering with his alchemical reagents.
The Professor scoffs at Samuel's small talk with Nandita. "Ye flirtin' instead a helpin'. Typical Taldane. Why don' ya make yerself useful and get sum sticks fer the faer?"
"Ah can help with makin' faar. Purty easy fer me. Ah'm from nunna-yer-dam-bizniss. Ah'm heer now. Be glad uv it."
The Professor pulls out some alchemical reagents and tinkers with them a bit. "If any o' yeh have sum scrolls, ah can turn 'em into potion-sorta-things... lets less majikly-inclined folks use 'em easier."
"Fine wit' me. Who's watchin' camp first?"
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Oh yeah sorry, I'll get them in there now. I'll just make a listing for his entire formulae book.
"Got sum poison. Mi' be yoosful latur. Got too dohses."
"M'fine with gon' on. M' not tyred. Havn't evun used mah x-tracs fer tha day yet."
Not wanting to use his more powerful abilities on these paltry vermin, Landhan draws a vial to his lips and takes a tiny sip, then points with one finger at the nearest centipede (left). A ray of cold shoots from his hand.
Unfortunately his shot goes wide.
Landhan assists with carefully searching the body, then the caravan.
"Sumthin small 'n red zippin' around. Cu'be a snake. Be curful."
"Ded boddy ain't gud sign. Mi' wanna looksee. Trap's possble, who knows? An'thin kin be a trap." translation: Landhan thinks you should investigate the body.
"At the 'bow', wit yerr 'bow', herr we arr, hafta row..." the Professor grumbles, clearly not enjoying the trip.
@Laughmask: I didn't see anything from your gmail. You can send to this email address: cartmanbeck@pathfindercommunity.net I also have a personal gmail address for Google Hangouts if you'd like to use that. PM me for that one.
"Ain't no perfesser of taynted watur. I know plants're dead. S'all."
"Hmmph.," the grumbly voice of the Professor suddenly out of nowhere may startle you all, as he's sad little or nothing since leaving town. "Th' rivar's lookin' diffrnt frum whut aye redd abaut it. Shuld be a buncha reeds n' such. Looks ded. Nothing growing. All these playnts are ded. Water cud be taynted." Translation..?: Basically, the Professor has noticed that there should be ample plantlife along the river, but you've suddenly come upon an area that seems devoid of living plant matter, as you move toward the mists ahead. The jungle may be denser here, but it all looks dead.
Yep they get their spells back after 8 hours rest, and can only regain them once per day.
Checking in as well. Very cool! It's been a while since I've gotten to play anything but published PFS Scenarios/Modules, so it'll be fun to have absolutely no clue what's coming next. :-D
What has my character heard of the Skittering Mists?
Excited to play!! :)
Professor Landhan, or simply "The Professor" as he prefers people to address him, is a quiet, middle-aged man who keeps to himself and tinkers with things incessantly. He doesn't speak of his past, though it's easy to tell from his accent that he is not from Vudra originally. He spends most of his time dabbling in several professions, from herbalist to healer to teacher. His teaching style is gruff and no-nonsense, and he expects instant perfection from his students... so he is often disappointed. The Professor often speaks of the Breathers of Ash, a mysterious group of alchemists hiding in their volcanic citadel many miles from Radripal, in an almost reverent way. It would seem that he has studied all he can find on them, and believes them to be the last vestiges of an ancient group of what he calls "true alchemists". The Professor can often be found sitting in front of a fire, breathing deeply of the smoke from the flames, and as a result his voice has become deep, gravely, and difficult to understand. His talk about the Breathers of Ash has even strayed into the idea of going out in search of them, though most who know him recognize this as a fantasy. He's too old to start adventuring, they say. And the Breathers of Ash are evil, they say. Weren't his closest students and neighbors surprised when the Professor suddenly packed up his worldly possessions, sold his small home, and signed on with an adventuring group? I will show them, he thinks to himself as he enters the meeting place of the adventurer's group. But to do so, the Professor knows that he must train himself, and learn much more than he can in this relatively small city. He has joined this adventuring group in order to travel to ruins, find secrets, and study the magic of alchemical mixing. Learning more about these luck-giving Ceru creatures could be a good start. I will discover the secrets of the true alchemists, and transcend lesser forms of magic, becoming a god of alchemy!
@Laughmask:
Alright here's my Apothecary's stat block. I'll be working on his background during the afternoon. :) |