Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
As Not Lowls gets utterly obliterated, Lothan cuts his eyes from right to left, wondering if there are any more bad guys left. "Is that it?" he asks. With none forthcoming, he stows his bow and relaxes.
Reaching into his pack, he pulls out a cigarette and a match and lights it up. Taking a big puff for the first time, he hacks out the smoke violently, feeling as if he's about to die. Tossing the cigarette down hurriedly, "Crap! I swear, that garbage will kill you," he nods emphatically, tossing the rest of the pack away.
Taking a deep, clean breath this time, "Well, I'm guessing we won." He looks around, nodding several times in a job-well-done like manner.
Albert Hazred wrote:
"Ain't no sense in hanging around this dusty tower, let's get a drink. There's a little pub back in town called 'The Starting Corner' and that seems like a fine place for figuring out what's next." The old man slowly starts plodding back to where it all began what seems like an eon ago.
Feeling weary through it all, "You know, Old man who-is-totally-a-human, I think I'll have that drink with you. Between warrior women, vampire women, yourself, The Butterfly, Bonk Boy, the Big Guy and some rando dude who thinks he controls me, I could freaking use a drink. It's been a helluva ride but I am glad it's over."
"But after that? Who the hell knows or cares?" He shrugs. "Because I sure don't, I can promise you that much. Wherever the wind takes me I guess. Or maybe I'll just retire." He smiles, clapping the old man on the shoulder and walking with him.
Looking back, "The rest of y'all coming? If not, I'll just drink yours for you. It's the least I can do," he says, winking and grinning wryly.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Starflit wrote:
She also heals up Lothan a bit, just to be on the safe side.
With the healing from Starflit, "Thanks, Butterfly. That helps. Also, I still haven't forgotten about our date afterwards. Would really hate for you to miss out," he winks, grinning wryly.
"You might be the only person I like less than Lothan. Yeah, you heard me! Lothan is not the worst!" Tristain compliments his good friend Lothan the only way he knows how: backhandedly.
"HA! I knew I wasn't the worst! Heck yeah!" With Lothan's confirmed suspicion, he fires away with a crooked smile on his face, knowing full well that he's not the worst.
Landing arrow after arrow, with one scoring right into his eye, and with the others slicing him up good, "Oh yeah! The bigger they are! Fall freak! This one is done! Whooo!"
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Lothan moves over to the old hag and gives her a kick in the head, making sure she's dead. "I told you you were dead. Just didn't want to listen, did you?" He then pulls out a potion and drinks it down, before readying himself for the other one to return. "Time to end this party. Bring on the other guy!"
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Fort vs. DC 25:1d20 + 18 ⇒ (9) + 18 = 27
Raising an eyebrow as nothing seems to happen to him, "Pay for what? Huh? Pay for what, stupid? YOU'LL pay. You're dead, b!t$*. I mean 'witch'. No I didn't. I totally meant the first one." Lothan fires off a thousand arrows!(he wishes) at the old hag, hoping they wind up protruding from her eyes when he's done filling her face full of holes.
Attacking the stupid Hag! Studied target: Not Lowls(swift)
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Crap! Where did Kyffin go?!?! Crap! Lothan grumbles in his mind at Kyffin completely vanishing. Stepping back, Okay, you old piece of garbage, time to die.
5' step diagonally(1 square NE. If that's not allowed, then 5' step directly East). And then...
Yay, Starflit! Way to blast those fools! Heck yeah!
Grimacing loudly in pain, Lothan finds himself REALLY glad when it finally subsides. Lothan watches Kyffin to see where he goes. Narrowing his eyes, he follows suit. With unbelievable speed, and hoping the bad guys have no way to see his invisible form, he moves to flank with the big guy.
Lothan has 70' speed with Haste. Which he can make and be in the NE square of the hag lady. Which should flank with Kyffin. Unfortunately, it's right next to the big dude.
But hey, that's why we play. :)
Remember, Greater Invisible. Point Blank Master. Clustered Shots. And Quarry vs. the Hag. Also, Heroism, Heroes' Feast, BoF, Haste
Move 70'(Maybe 65') to NE corner of Hag, Swift(Studied target(Hag), Standard(Quarry vs. the Hag)
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Tristain the Chalker wrote:
motteditor wrote:
I think we can just assume you're healed at this point; no need to track it. There are literally two pages left in this adventure.
Listen here, buddy, I spent a lot of money on these here wands, and we're going to freakin' track every charge and document every copper. This is the place with the starting corner, and we're going to leave it as we entered it: declared insane.
Lol!
Tristain the Insanely OCD wrote:
Tristain helps with the healing, tracking every charge while also tracking distance from the starting corner. It's good to know where that is, as it tells him where everything else is as well.
"How many more unspeakable horrors and demented cultists await us? Seems like we've had a lot since we saw the door that cried."
With his focus ahead, "Who knows? But you know what? I don't give a flying flip. You know why? Because they picked the wrong day to mess with me. I'm freaking unstoppable today," he states with unwavering confidence, his cocky grin as evident as ever.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
With the flying cultist dead, Lothan turns his attention to the one that keeps cutting him. "You're next, bub." Lothan nocks an arrow and shoots it right in his face before unloading several more at the cultist.
Attack Green; And then Orange if Green dies. And then Pink and then Blue. (If I can actually see the latter 2). Just giving an order of attacks depending on what happens.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Ref:1d20 + 21 ⇒ (20) + 21 = 41Evasion
Easily avoiding the fire blast, Lothan looks up with narrowed eyes at the floating cultist. "Oh yeah, the flying b!#@& is mine." Ignoring all other enemies, Lothan aims for the airborne cultist and launches a barrage of arrows directly at her face!
Clustered Shots
I don't think the cultist is within 30' but I'm not sure. If so, then it's +1 to hit/damage for Point Blank Shot.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Tristain the Chalker wrote:
"Ah, good. Thanks Lothan. It's nice to know you'd tell me the truth," Tristain calms to himself and pats down the back of his head/hair (where bonking might muss it). "I knew it was nothing."
LOL!!!
"Yeah, sure, no prob," he responds indifferently.
"Did the rat get away? Are we still gonna chase it? Because that seems weird. For the record, I totally never saw the thing. Another question: Why am I even having this conversation? Sheesh." He rolls his eyes, thinking this is all psychotic anyway.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Tristain the Chalker wrote:
Tristain looks at the disappearing scene, confused. That confusion turns to elation as an idea hits him.
”What? That wasn’t real? Oh…does that mean the back of my hair doesn’t look like that? It…it doesn’t look like that, right?” Tristain looks around at each party member in turn, waiting an answer.
Without hesitation(and not really knowing if Tristain's hair looks like that or not because he just doesn't care), "Nope. Not at all."Hopefully, that's enough to get him to shut up about his dumb hair. Sheesh.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
As the rain pours down his face, Lothan sighs as he runs a hand through his wet hair. "I swear. NOW where are we at? You know, this is like a never-ending nightmare. At some stupid point, are we going to wake up from all this? Maybe we're all asleep and there is no waking up. Sheesh." He shakes his head in frustration.
Sighing again, "Ground floor. Top floor. Doesn't matter to me. I'll just follow your lead, big guy." Dazed and confused, wet, tired, and with his bow in hand, Lothan follows after the half-orc.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Lothan ponders different ways to wake them as he covers his ears while Al blows that blasted whistle for what feels like FOR-EV-OR! Where's that freaking snooze button when you need it!
A great idea then hits him, and he's forced to yell over the whistle. "Oooooo! What if I shot them in the foot?! I mean, that should wake them up! Nothing like a great deal of pain to wake somebody, is all I'm saying! Do you hear me! I freaking know Al can't!" He looks at Al crossly before watching to see if any of the others' ears start to bleed.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Tristain the Chalker wrote:
Lothan the Destroyer wrote:
"We should shoot all the innocents in here."
"No. No. No. We're not shooting them. We don't know who or when they are. They might be us in the past or some other weird shit. Just stop and appreciate that we finally know where we are, Lothan. Just think about that."
LOL!!! 'Lothan the Destroyer!' Good one!!! LOL!!!
Looking a bit confused, Lothan is just about to say something, but quits. He ponders it some more, is about to say something again, and quits again. Chewing on the inside of his lip, "Hm." is all he manages, as he's really finding it tough to figure out what it is he's supposed to appreciate, what it is he's supposed to be thinking about, who all these people are, why there are two Kyffins and Tristains, what the hell is a starting corner, and what it is he's supposed TO BE THINKING ABOUT!!! ARRRRRRGH!!! Gods I hate this place. The frustration is clearly evident upon the confused half-elf's face.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
I freaking love Al and his "spicy foods". Lol! So dang funny. Pretty much everything is: "Must've been somethin' I ate, dadgumit." Lol!!!
His visage sporting a look of abject horror, "TWO Tristains?! Oh, HELL no! There'd better not be two T's. If that's the case, well, I quit! There's only so many T's I can take, man. And one is enough!" He nods emphatically. "No offense, T," he says, figuring that fixes everything.
"By the way, what is that other Kyffin doing? I mean, are we supposed to do something? Are we asleep? Heck, I'm confused. I totally blame the player controller that thinks he's in charge of me. Whoever he is, he has GOT to be an idiot. I swear, if I weren't in full control of myself, I'd already be dead because of him. Such a loser. And I think his stupidity is like a virus, it just spreads and spreads and spreads, and I'm right in the middle of it." Shaking his head in frustration, he looks up and shakes his fist at the ceiling...
...before turning back to the situation at hand. "Okay, should I shoot the other Kyffin? What about the other Tristain? What about the current Tristain? Maybe the one we have is an impostor and has been working with the bad guys to betray us at first opportunity. He's just been pretending to help us. Yeah, yeah, that's gotta be it. Definitely." He bobs his head, thinking that's a pretty good theory.
Cutting his eyes toward Tristain, "No offense, T."
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Seeing the motionless bodies upon the floor, "No freaking way! Are you all... dead?!" His attention then turns to the weird creature that just formed before them.
YEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!! Score one for Heroes feast and elven immunities! Boy, just goes to show that every little bit counts. :P
Eyes going wide as the weird thing communicates 'death' to them telepathically, "We'll see about that, freak! And what did you do with Kyffin?!?! Give him back!" Lothan takes aim and launches an even greater motherload of arrows than he did before.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Kyffin Rhees wrote:
Very nice post Lothan. A simple favorite doesn’t do it justice! Well done.
Actually, if you believe the universe is truly infinite, then everything we can conceive is contained within it. If we could conceive of something not in the universe, than it wouldn’t be infinite. If that is true, then everything we’re imagining here is, or has, or will, actually happen somewhere at some time.
Kyffin waits for Lothan to wind down. He's been around Tristain enough to know that when the head bonking begins in earnest, you just have to wait it out.
Then he turns to him, "All better now? It's a mess. Let's clean it up."
LOL! Thanks!
Nodding, "Oh yeah, just needed to get that out of my system. Let's do this." Popping his neck from one side and then the other, he follows after the others.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
With a look of ABSOLUTE confusion, "What?! I am COMPLETELY effing lost! Okay. Breathe, Lothan, just breathe. Okay. Okay." Extending his hand out as if to say Hold a moment, Lothan works to hopefully understand what was just said. "Okay. So... so... so... what this freak is telling me is that I'm... like... FAKE, or something?! Like, none of this is real?! I mean... WHAT?! I don't get it! I don't. And I'm with the Butterfly. I don't remember having any amnesia."
His eyes then lose themselves in thought a moment before, "Unless, that's the point. I guess I wouldn't remember if I had amnesia. Oh, by the gods, this sucks! This is jacked! Alternate realities?! Dying minds?! What in the Nine hells is next?!" he asks before something else hits him square in the thought process.
"OH! I know!" He raises a finger, then says with great sarcasm, and with a look that says he has this ALL figured out, "This WHOLE thing we're in," he looks up and all around, "is nothing more than a BIG. FREAKING. GAME!!!" He dies laughing, the insanity rolling in quickly upon the half-elf.
When he manages to somewhat calm down, "That's gotta be it! We are just players in a big freaking game, controlled by gods. NO WAIT! Not gods, we're controlled by 'bigger' humanoids than us. They're probably just like us, only ginormous, and we're, like, really, really small, and they're sitting around some dumb, stupid table, saying stupid stuff like:" Lothan switches to a dorky voice for, "My player Lothan is going to shoot an arrow at the big b-hole," before switching back to normal for, "in his stupid voice, thinking it's MINE, but which it is NOT!"
"And let's not forget the guy controlling Tristian." Lothan switches to another dumb voice, "Okay, I'm going to bonk my head on the wall now." HA! Just think if they were having to write all this stuff. He'd probably have to write the word "Bonk" a bunch of times, one right after the other. But it would actually be one right below the other, you see? Not in a row, but in a column! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY HE WOULD DO IT THAT WAY BUT I FREAKING HOPE HE GETS A MASSIVE CRAMP IN HIS HAND BECAUSE THAT WOULD JUST BE FUNNY!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Nearing complete and utter insanity, Lothan really just doesn't care anymore.
Again, having to wipe the laugh tears from his eyes and managing to calm down a little bit, "And let's not forget the gal - I hope she's cute - that controls Butterfly!" Switching to a horrible, higher octave, 'Hello, I am Starflit and I'm quite cute and I think Lothan is a total hottie but I'm too shy to tell him,' he waggles his eyebrows, laughing again...
...before continuing with, "And the old man controlling Al!" Switching to a gruff, old man voice, 'If you're hurt, rub some dirt on it! I like prunes! And I am a totally normal human, ya git!'
"And the big dude that controls Kyffin!" Lothan starts, pauses, and then thinks twice. "He probably says something like, 'Shutup and pull yourself together, Lothan, or I'm gonna feed you this scimitar in a way that you REALLY don't want to eat it.' is probably, ummmm, probably what he'd say." He says that in his normal voice, not laughing at all.
Letting out a heavy sigh, "Oh man, I really hate this freaking place," he says with a smile.
"Anyways, back to the loser that thinks I'm his player. Well, let's get one thing straight, folks, no one," he looks up into the sky, "AND I MEAN NO ONE IS AS COOL AS ME! YOU HEAR ME, YOU STUPID, DORKY, LOSER HUMANOID WHO THINKS I'M YOUR PLAYER! YEAH, I'M TALKING TO YOU! YOU SUUUUUUCK!" He gives an emphatic nod as if he won that war of words.
Shaking his head, another insane thought then crosses his mind. "Of course, that begs the question, if we're just 'players' in this so-called 'game', who controls all the monsters? Some other loser? Some type of... I don't know... 'Game Monster Master' or something? Maybe just 'Game Master' for short? HAHAHA!!! How stupid is that?!?! Oh my gosh, that is so dumb and I'm losing my freaking mind."
"We gotta get outta here soon or they'll commit me to this place. Let's go kill something to make me feel better."
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Tristain the Chalker wrote:
"Oh yeah, that guy. He wasn't actually there, I don't think. It was just an image. This is a different image. Not sure it's the same or different," Tristain explains. "But I don't think it's it either way. Just an image. The real question is why someone would want to keep an image of this jerk around? Isn't that more correct?"
Nodding emphatically, "Yeah, good one, T. No one likes a jerk! Stinking jerk. Get outta here, you jerk. Jerk. Double jerk. I swear, I hate jerks. So glad I'm not a jerk like that jerk."
"And what Big Al said! What do you want this time, jerk?!"
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Lothan dives in and eats his fill for breakfast. He possesses no shame in eating and eating and eating. He does drink some of the strange beverage, more than he thought due to how tasty it was, but that was mainly just to wash the food down. "Man, that's good eating right there. I don't care who you are."
Raising a hand, "Question: Who is this guy? If we have dealt with this guy in the past, and I was with you at the time, obviously he wasn't important enough for me to remember, so, I'm gonna revert back to my first question." He looks around at the others, awaiting any info about the weirdo.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Looking very confused, "Wait... What?! What's this 'spawn' thing that's happening?! What is a Thrushmoor?! What is Carcosa and this binding business?! Xhamen-Dor?! Inmost blot?! Okay, I've no idea what the heck is going on. Did we not just win by killing the grubworm from Hell? You mean to tell me, there's something WORSE we're gonna have to deal with?! Because that's what it sounds like."
Lothan then cuts his attention sharply to Kyffin and asks, "An insane asylum? You all started in an insane asylum? As experiments?"
He then cuts his eyes to Tristain, and a look of revelation comes over him. "Huh. Wow. Yeah, I can see that. That definitely answers a lot of questions and explains a lot. That does make things make a ton of sense, for sure. An insane asylum. Huh. I should've thought of that."
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Pumping his fist in the air as the beast falls, "YEAH!!!!!! I TOLD YOU!!! I TOLD YOU THAT YOU DON'T JACK WITH US!!! HECK YEAH!!! WHOOOO!!!"
Lothan then makes his way down from the sky until he's back upon solid ground. "Man, that was too close, Big guy. For a tiny second there, I thought that thing might just have you for lunch. Fortunately, we are just too freaking amazing for that to happen," he says proudly, bobbing his head confidently while grinning wryly.
AND back to crappy rolling again. Ugh. Horrible timing.
Double UGH. Between mine, Kyffin's, and Al's last rolls, we might as well feed ourselves to this freaking worm. Un-freaking-believable. Talk about a demonic dice-roller. These single digit rolls are a bunch of crap. Ugh again.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Lothan, clearly afraid of the massive creature before them, strangely finds himself a little concerned for Kyffin, as only he and his summons stand toe-to-toe against the beast.
Sweating profusely, and angry at the fact he can't shake off the fear of everyone getting swallowed by that thing, he nocks an adamantine arrow and takes aim.
The sound of battle becomes a distant echo upon the half-elf as he concentrates. He can practically hear his own heartbeat over everything else at the moment. You got this, Lothan. You got this. Drop this oversized grub worm. Nobody dies today. Nobody. Just the stupid worm.
As a drop of sweat falls from his nose, Lothan launches arrow after arrow with amazing speed, roaring loudly as he does.
BOOM! That 2nd hit is an auto-crit due to Quarry. :)
Crit Damage:2d8 + 32 ⇒ (3, 8) + 32 = 43
Watching as several of his arrows land beautifully, "Take that!!! Take that, you oversized b-hole!!! You are sooo gonna die today!!! Nobody or nothing jacks with this crew!!!"
Between anxiety, fear, anger, concern, and joy(due to his well-placed shots), with such strong emotions pouring out from the half-elf all at once, Lothan never notices that he stopped talking in that odd language.
Well, I was sure the rounds were gonna be 4. That was my guess.
I can't save for any freaking thing. Such a freaking joke. I swear, I am ALWAYS failing saves. I've no idea how he's lasted this long. No freaking idea. If I had a +100, I'd find a way to roll a -90 on a d20. I totally would.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Take it, Al. All good with me.
"Ça marche pour moi." Lothan watches carefully what Al does with the cigarette. He thinks he knows how they work, due to seeing some of the
Leng ghouls smoking, but he wants to be sure.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
motteditor wrote:
The bartender is not happy, per se, but nonplussed at the idea of showing you around. He seems to warm up once he realizes Lothan can speak a proper language, however, and shows you around.
The club at first seems to have little of interest. But the storeroom, marked “Staff Only,” contains dozens of crates of wine, liquor, and beer that have been scavenged from throughout the Paris nexus since it formed. Cartons of cigarettes sit stacked on a shelf near the drinks. All of the beverages are potable for the living and dead alike.
The owner's quarters contain an iron chest with a ring of protection +3, a steel scroll case that contains a scroll of cat’s grace, a scroll of mage’s private sanctum, and a scroll of communal resist energy, 2,396 gp, and several tall stacks of worthless paper currency.
Picking up a carton of cigarettes, he opens one and pulls out a pack. "Hm. Ça te dérange si j'en prends un ?" he asks the bartender, before putting it in his pack. Picking up paper money, he examines it curiously. "C'est quoi ces déchets ? On dirait des ordures. Pourquoi garder des déchets ? C'est quoi ces déchets ? On dirait des ordures. Pourquoi garder des déchets ici ? Cet endroit est vraiment bizarre."
Translation:
"Hm. Mind if I snag one of these?"
"What is this garbage? Looks like trash. Why in the world would you keep trash around? This place is so weird."
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Lothan chuckles at old man Al's retort. "Bien joué, Al !"
Translation:
"Good one, Al!"
"Il est temps de mourir, imbécile ! Et ton petit chien aussi !" he says, an inquisitive look instantly forming. Il n'y a pas de chien! Pourquoi dirais-je ça ? Je perds complètement la tête. Bientôt, je ne reconnaîtrai plus personne. Je ne me reconnaîtrai probablement plus moi-même. Quel monde, quel monde. He shakes his head, figuring it's only a matter of time before his mind is completely gone.
Translation:
"It's time to die, you idiot! And your little dog too!"
Translation:
There's no dog! Why would I say that? I'm totally losing my mind. Soon, I won't even recognize anyone. I probably won't even recognize myself. What a world, what a world.
Lothan fires at Armel as the ghoul tries to take a chunk out of the old man.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Oops. I forgot to add this to my aid another...
"Et j'aimerais aussi ajouter, mon pote, que... TU ES NUL !!!" Lothan cracks up laughing, enjoying the heck out of this as he finds himself right in his wheelhouse with all the trash talk.
Translation:
"And I would also like to add, pal, that... YOU SUUUUUUCK!!!"
He then turns to Kyffin, "Et, Kyffin, c'était le pire trash talk que j'aie jamais entendu de ma vie. Tu te souviens quand je disais que je faisais paraître dur le trash talk, et que toi, tu le faisais paraître dur ? Eh bien, j'avais raison et tort. Avec ton niveau de trash talk, impossible que tu fasses passer ça pour un dur. En fait, c'était un peu gênant. J'avais raison sur moi, mais pas sur toi. Bien essayé, quand même, mon pote. Content que tu sois dans mon équipe," he says with a smile and a nod while shooting a wink.
Translation:
"And, Kyffin, that was the worst trash talk I have ever heard in my life. Remember when I said that I make trash talk 'sound' tough and you make it 'look' tough? Well, I was right and wrong. With your level of trash talk, there is NO way you make any of that sound or look tough. Actually, it was a little embarrassing. I was right about me, just not about you. Nice try, though, buddy. Still glad you are on my team."
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Albert Hazred wrote:
Al looks to Lothan and indicates the giant ghoul at the center table. "Tell him, loudly so everyone in the bar can hear, that I think he looks weak and that even an old man could beat him in one to one combat. It's embarrassing that anyone follows such a weak fool, even that axe looks fake." Then Al looks to the rest of the party, "Anything helps, especially haste and displacement." When the words start flying Al will prepare to cast his own spell, Dispel Evil, and bring a godly smite against the ghoul leader.
Nodding, "Ouais, d'accord. Ouais, d'accord. Je pense toujours que Kyffin aurait dû suivre ma suggestion. Ça aurait été cool."
Translation:
"Yeah, okay. I still think Kyffin should have gone with my suggestion. That would've been cool."
Lothan looks to the crowd and pauses, his eyes going wide. Quickly turning back to the others, there's a look of shock upon his face, and a drop of sweat rolling down the side of his face. "Je vois des gens morts."
Translation:
"I see dead people."
Receiving a plethora of questioning looks, Lothan shakes his head vigorously, trying to get it together. "Reste concentré sur ta tâche, Lothan, reste concentré sur ta tâche."
Translation:
"Stay on task, Lothan, stay on task."
Turning back to the crowd, Lothan clears his throat and begins. "Bonjour à tous ! J'ai un message pour Armel. Il vient de mon vieil ami," he motions to Al, "qui est tout à fait humain."
"Il te dit, Armel, qu'il te prend pour un faible et qu'il est persuadé qu'il te botterait le cul en combat singulier. Il dit aussi qu'il ne comprend pas pourquoi quelqu'un suivrait quelqu'un d'aussi faible et pathétique que toi. Il suppose que c'est une blague."
"Et enfin, il se demande pourquoi tu trimballes une fausse hache. Il suppose que tu t'en sers comme accessoire pour effrayer les gens, en espérant que personne ne découvre que tu n'es en réalité qu'un faible, comme je l'ai déjà mentionné, tout comme ta hache."
"Alors, ceci étant dit, Armel le chapeau Anal, vas-tu accepter ce défi ? Mon ami pense que tu ne le feras probablement pas, vu ton manque de cran. Il n'y a pas de honte à avoir peur, et je dis bien à avoir très peur, monsieur."
Translation:
"Hello! One and all! I have a message for Armel. And it is from my old man friend here," he motions to Al, "who is totally human."
"He says to you, Armel, that he thinks you are a weak piece of crap and he firmly believes he would beat the living crap out of you in single combat. He also said he does not understand why anyone would ever follow someone as weak and pathetic as you. He surmises as a joke."
"And finally, he wonders why you carry around a fake axe. He figures you use it as a prop simply to scare people, hoping no one finds out you are nothing but a weak piece of crap, as I've already mentioned, just like your axe."
"So, with all that being said, do you, Armel the Anal hat, accept this challenge? My friend here figures you probably will not due to your lack of a backbone. There is no shame in being afraid, and I mean being very afraid, sir."
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
"Kyffin! Kyffin. Dis-moi ça. Dis-moi : 'On est là pour se défoncer et mâcher du chewing-gum. Et on n'a plus de chewing-gum.' Ça va paraître dur venant de toi. Je peux le faire paraître dur, mais tu peux le faire paraître dur." He nods confidently, winking.
Translation:
"Kyffin! Kyffin. Say this. Say: 'We're here to kick a$$ and chew bubblegum. And we're all outta bubblegum.' It'll look tough coming from you. I can make it sound tough, but you can make it look tough."
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Shrugging, Lothan looks over at Tristain, bonking his head as usual. He stares at the wall for several moments before shaking himself free of his reverie. Testing the string of his bow, he follows after Kyffin.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Looking utterly confused, he turns to Kyffin, "« Amour » ?! Ha ! Ouais, peu importe. Dis donc, Kyffin, sérieusement, c'est quoi, au juste, un « français » ? C'est vraiment une langue ? C'est probablement infernal, hein ? Je ne crois pas à ces conneries d'« amour »."
Translation:
"'Love'?! HA! Yeah, whatever. Hey, Kyffin, seriously now, what in the nine hells is a 'French'? Is that really some type of language? Probably infernal, am I right? No way I am believing that 'love' garbage."
Realizing he's getting off track again. "Zut ! Désolé, je m'égare encore. Armel est sûrement à la taverne, accompagné d'une bande d'autres costauds. Oh, attends ! T'as tout compris. Bon, eh bien, dis-le aux autres alors. Mince, je déteste ce langage. Je te jure, je suis en prison ici. Il faut qu'on sorte d'ici." He rubs his eyes and sighs in annoyance.
Translation:
"Dangit! Sorry, getting off track again. Armel is probably in the tavern and accompanied by a whole bunch of other big dudes. Oh wait! You actually understood all that. Okay, well, you tell the others then. Man, I hate this language. I swear, I am in prison at this place. We have got to get out of here."
"Tu sais ce que je commence à penser ? Je me dis qu'on n'est plus au Kan…" he raises an eyebrow, finding himself a little frightened as to where that even came from. "Je veux dire, Golarion… maintenant." He looks curiously up to the sky, and around, wondering... before shaking his head vigorously in an attempt to get rid of the potential oncoming madness. Si on ne sort pas d'ici vite, je vais complètement perdre la tête, j'en suis sûre. Je pourrais finir pire que T ! If one looks hard enough, one might notice the high level of fear in Lothan's eyes and a small tear escaping the corner of his eye at the thought.
Translation:
"You know what I'm beginning to think? I'm thinking we aren't in Kan... I mean, Golarion... anymore."
If we don't get out of here soon, I am going to lose my mind completely, I just know it. I could wind up being worse than T!
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Kyffin Rhees wrote:
He turns back to Lothan, "Ask him where the captain likes to hang out? Where will he be? I can understand you both, I just can't speak it."
Eyes going wide, "Tu peux me comprendre ?! Doux! Enfin ! Quelqu'un peut me comprendre ! Il était temps. Avez-vous une idée de quel genre de langage infernal et impie il s'agit ?"
Translation:
"You can understand me?! Sweet! Finally! Somebody can understand me! About damn time. Do you have any idea what kind of hellish and unholy language this is?"
Then raising an eyebrow, "Attendez une minute, vous avez déjà entendu cette langue ?" he asks, truly curious, before realizing he's wasting time. "Désolé, je m'égare. Questionnez le garde. Compris."
Translation:
"Wait a minute, you have heard this language before? Sorry, getting off track here. Question the guard. Got it."
@Guard:"Bon, garde, oublie ma dernière question. Ça ne m'intéresse plus. Maintenant, quelques questions. Où votre capitaine aime-t-il traîner ? Où pensez-vous qu'il se trouve en ce moment ? Si vous pouviez nous donner une localisation aussi précise que possible, ce serait super."
Translation:
"Okay, guard, forget my last question. I don't care about that anymore. Now, a couple of other questions for you. Where does your captain like to hang out? Or where do you think he might be at this time? If you can give us as precise as a location as you can, that would be great."
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Lowering his bow, he turns to the others and relates what he's learned. "Bon, il y a ce gros porc nommé Armel, accompagné de deux gardes. Le garde, fumeur de cigarettes, nous prévient : il faut se préparer à ce type et ne pas le prendre à la légère. Et je suis presque certain qu'Armel n'est pas un cochon. Même si, dans ce monde survolté, il pourrait bien l'être." He shrugs.
Translation:
"Okay, there is this fat pig named Armel who has a couple of guards with him. The cigarette-smoking guard warns us to be prepared for this guy and to not take him lightly. And I am quite certain that Armel is not actually a pig. Although, in this jacked up place, he very well might be."
Narrowing his eyes at the group, "Personne ne me comprend, n'est-ce pas ? Pas un seul d'entre vous ne comprend ce que je dis. Ah ! C'est sans doute pour ça que personne n'a répondu à mes propos depuis notre arrivée. OK, réfléchis, Lothan, réfléchis."
Translation:
"Nobody understands me, do they? Not a single one of you knows what I'm saying. Gah! Which is probably why nobody has responded to anything I have said since we got here. Okay, think, Lothan, think."
With an idea coming to mind, Lothan cuts his attention back to the guard. "Hé, garde ! Tu parles le commun ?"
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Starflit wrote:
"So...what's the deal?"
Keeping his focus upon the guard, "Le problème, mon papillon, c'est que ce crétin doit nous donner un plan du bâtiment, sinon on va devoir le laisser tomber. J'espère que ça t'éclaire. Et de rien, ma belle. Je suis là pour t'aider." He angles his focus toward her a moment, grinning wryly and shooting her a wink before refocusing on the guard.
Translation:
"The deal is, butterfly, this fool either has to give us a layout of the building or we are going to have to drop him. Hopefully, that clears it up for you. And you are welcome, gorgeous. I am here to help."
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Kyffin Rhees wrote:
Turning to Lothan, he tries, ”Tell him to tell you what the defenses are like within so we can prepare.”
Nodding, "Tu l'as eu."
Translation:
"You got it."
Turning his attention to the guard, "OK, mon pote, tu dois nous dire quel genre de défenses tu as en toi. On doit savoir à quoi on a affaire. C'est ça ou on te tue. À toi de voir, mon ami." Lothan keeps his bow trained on the guard, waiting on his decision.
Translation:
"Okay, pal, you need to tell us what kind of defenses you have inside. We need to know what we are up against. It's either that or we just kill you. Up to you, friend."
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Kyffin Rhees wrote:
”I don’t think we can really stealth these guys, so lets just hit ‘em in the front door and work our way up. Everybody ready?”
Nodding, Lothan pulls out a vial(Bull's strength) and drinks it. Once he notices the one Bharak is charging, Lothan aims for the other one, trying to fill it full of holes.
Just throwing these out for "just in case" purposes. Not exactly sure what's legal at this point, but use whatever is usable and disregard whatever needs disregarding. Because I'm not real sure if I can full attack, attack, or whatever at this point.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Tristain the Chalker wrote:
"Holy hell. That sounds like an unholy hell."
Giving a defeated nod, "C'est vraiment un enfer impie," he says with such a beautiful accent, shrugging.
Translation:
"It absolutely is unholy hell."
Angling his attention toward the nearest wall, Je me demande... He looks to Tristain and then back to the wall before raising an eyebrow and thinking, Tu veux dire que je 'pense' aussi ces conneries ?! Tu te moques de moi.
Translation:
I wonder... You mean I think this crap too?! You have got to be kidding me.
Lothan takes another long look at the wall, seriously considering doing something he would NEVER do in his right mind, but shakes it off... for now.
Albert Hazred wrote:
At first Al is taken aback by the ghouls, but when the party's task becomes killing worse ghouls he relaxes a little. He finds himself hoping Lothan will taunt the ghouls a second time, especially any dressed in silly armor. "Right, kill the bad ghouls and find a tower, that should be easier than the last realm. That tower will be an easy landmark to spot, we can probably see it from the top of any building."
Kyffin Rhees wrote:
"Agreed then? Starflit?"
Starflit wrote:
Starflit seems absolutely flummoxed by the words of Lothan and Tristain's bonking. Nonetheless, she gives Kyffin a quick nod and says, "Sounds good to me."
With his bow in hand, Lothan points and says, "Allons-y!" before taking the lead and keeping his eyes peeled for trouble.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Rolling his eyes, "Bien sûr. Toujours à la rescousse. Mais c'est quoi ce stupide Paris ? Ça a l'air fou." Shaking his head, he pauses and cocks an eyebrow.
Translation:
"Of course. Always with the saving the day. What is this stupid Paris anyway? Sounds crazy."
Looking at the others inquisitively, "Quelqu'un peut-il me dire ce que c'était?" Eyes going wide, the frustration is now completely obvious.
Translation:
"Can somebody tell me what the hell that was?"
"Arrête ! Arrête ! Arrête !"
Translation:
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"
Looking down at his mouth, he moves it around, making 'mal, mal, mal' sounds, sticks his tongue out, flicks it a few times, and then stops, not really knowing what else to do.
Shaking his head in utter annoyance, "Je déteste cet endroit."
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Just coming to an idea a bit too late as Kyffin commences with the smashing, "Ah, man, I just had the strangest idea. I was thinking, 'Cut the red one!' in a last-minute-save-your-life type way." He taps on his chin, pondering that odd thought.
Male Half-Elf Slayer 16th; Hp's 153/153; Perc: 36; AC 30/touch 18/FF 22, CMD: 34/27 FF, Fort: +16/Ref: +21/Will: +13
Starflit wrote:
Turning to Lothan, she asked, "Did we find all ten numbered chips? If not, which ones are we still missing?"
Nodding, "Yep. We got 'em all."
Tristain the Chalker wrote:
"Maybe we need to put the prime numbers in line in accordance with Gustav's Theory of Feline Reality, maximizing the radial entries with diametrical opposites?" Tristain suggests.
Staring annoyingly at Tristain, "Seriously? You know, I think he just made all that crap up. I don't think any of that means anything." He shakes his head, choosing not to believe it. Mainly because he didn't understand a single word of it.
motteditor wrote:
LOL; the handout I copied actually had the solution. Whoops...
Are you freaking kidding me?! Lol! Of course you did! What better way to hide an answer? Right in front of everyone's eyes. Ugh. And here I am, looking for "What's the point of the numbers?" Lol! I make things more difficult than they appear to really be, that's MY special ability. And I can do that AT WILL by the way. ;P
motteditor wrote:
A pentagonal section of stone can be found on the southwest wall. It is approximately shoulder height and the size of a human palm. When pressed, it causes the southeast wall to slide away to reveal a small compartment with a strange container: a chest-sized box made of an unusual silvery metal that resembles chrome-plated steel. The locking mechanism is a combination lock with five dials with numbers written on them in the Elder Thing language.
Catching sight of the fancy-looking container, Lothan's interest is piqued. "Well, well, well, what have we here, hm? This looks like an interesting challenge." Pulling out his tools, Lothan pops his neck on one side and then the other before getting to work.
Disable Device:1d20 + 37 ⇒ (7) + 37 = 44
It isn't long after that the little lock pops. "Um... okay. Not near the challenge I thought. I guess ol' Lothan is just too stinking good. Don't applaud, people, just throw coin." He grins wryly.
