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Once in range Stitch reaches down with his healer's gloves to try healing a few of Quick's injuries before giving a more thorough battle medicine job.

◆ Healer's Gloves: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (3, 6) + 7 = 16

◆ Assurance: Medicine DC20: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (8, 5) + 10 = 23

Smash time!

Meat Wagon ◆ squeals their tires and tries for ramming speed!

◆ Melee Strike (Overdrive): Bumper Ram: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23
Damage (B): 2d8 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (5, 2) + 4 + 5 = 16

Some of Quickblade's blood sprays up across Stitch's glasses, snapping him back into serious mode "Smash that green one grabbing Quickblade while I try to keep his entrails contained a bit longer." He ◆ commands.

Chronicle looks good. Eddie had a great time shuffling around! Not always particularly useful but enjoyable!

"OWWW!" Stitch screams as a spare smithing hammer crushes his left eye.

Eddie sends a blast of vital energy at green then ducks for cover behind the corner of the building.

"KaaaPow!" They look towards Jack and grin.

◆◆ Vitality Lash, 30' Range, Basic Fort Save DC21, Vitality: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 4, 2) = 12

"It wasn't anything I did I swear!" He slaps Meat Wagon's dashboard, half in annoyance and half with pride. "People made choices, and they turned out to be the wrong ones. We all know researchers and Princess's like a good gossip." He shrugs, trying to downplay the event.

"I'm sure they just mean the forest looks so much more beautiful than the city with the Academy." He bluffs. If anyone know Stitch, he's a city man.

"Oh, I thought you were that bird brained Roark for some reason." Stitch rubs his eyes, only succeeding in smearing more grease in soot around the rims of his goggles and the bridge of his green nose.

"I'm Stitch and this magnificent being of conveyance and weed mulching power is Meat Wagon." Who responds with their own toot of thick black smoke from each of the array of chrome exhaust tubes encircling the wagon.

Stitch rumbles in on Meat Wagon, some newly mounted steel plates around the buckboard seem to provide some lesser cover for the goblin shaped Dwarf. Meat Wagon also seems to have gotten a bit of a bath.

"I'm here." He announces, looking around a bit "Where ever here is." Not having ever been to this part of the world before, its possible though he's picked up some tidbits along the way. Society +12

"What exactly did you mean by Foster Greatness? Sounds pretty vague..." Stitch asks while rolling into the line for soup.

I need to buy a lotto ticket, I'm on a roll!

“I don’t know what this metal thing is, but it is more dangerous than you goblin!”

Stitch looks innocently from side to side, trying to keep a straight face.

Meat Wagon obliges, lurching at yellow with his reinforced bumper, old bits of dried carrion decorating it like one hell of a Halloween display.

◆ Melee Strike (Overdrive): Bumper Ram vs OG?: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Damage (B): 2d8 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4) + 4 + 3 = 12

He follows up with the mower blades, adding in an extra pass for good measure, he likes a fine mulch.

◆ Melee Strike (Overdrive): Mower Blade (Agile)(Finesse) vs OG?: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 11 - 4 = 27
Damage (S): 2d6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (5, 6) + 4 + 3 = 18

◆ Melee Strike (Overdrive): Mower Blade (Agile)(Finesse) vs OG?: 1d20 + 11 - 8 ⇒ (20) + 11 - 8 = 23
Damage (S): 2d6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 2) + 4 + 3 = 11

Oh my doesn't this feel nice...

The display is awe inspiring and frightening at the same time as Clover and the red guard are caught in the heavy red spray.

That is a first for me.. triple natch!

Insecure much?

◆ Melee Strike (Overdrive): Bumper Ram: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25
Damage (B): 2d8 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 + 3 = 11

◆ Melee Strike (Overdrive): Mower Blade (Agile)(Finesse): 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 11 - 4 = 12
Damage (S): 2d6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4) + 4 + 3 = 14

"Am I the little guy?" Stitch questions the room, slowly coming to the realization that he does look like a goblin now... and that white bird thing did just call him a goblin...

"I AM NOT A LITTLE GOBLIN!" Stitch rages, ◆ pulling out a dueling pistol and firing at the yellow ruffian point blank.

BANG!

◆ Ranged: Overdrive: +1 Striking Dueling Pistol, CA: 1d20 + 13 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 13 + 1 = 32 Damage (P/B)(Fatal D10): 2d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5, 4) + 3 + 1 = 13

If a crit: fatal damage instead, doubled plus the 1d10

Damage (P/B)(Fatal D10): 2d10 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (7, 10) + 3 + 1 = 21
Fatal: 1d10 ⇒ 10

"I am a stout DWARF!" He nods to himself before giving Meat Wagon free reign to ◆ finish off yellow.

Jack dances along with her. It’s a parade!

[dice=Performance]1d20+10

Eddie politely takes a few steps away from the flailing Jack, just to be safe.

No

He's going to blame that scratch on me again, I just know it. The wheat thresher goes to work, giving Salera a little puff of smoke in thanks for clearing a path for destruction as he moves up ramming into orange before the mower blades engage.

◆ Melee Strike (Overdrive): Bumper Ram: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23
Damage (B): 2d8 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (5, 4) + 4 + 3 = 16

◆ Melee Strike (Overdrive): Mower Blade (Agile)(Finesse): 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 11 - 4 = 22 Damage (S): 2d6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (5, 3) + 4 + 3 = 15

Stitch hardly notices the screeching sound coming from Meat Wagon rubbing against the wall, he DOES notice the ding in his paint job "Sonova biscuit!" Rings clearly from his mouth while he leans over to inspect the damage.

"Guess they saw you Sal, no worries!" Stitch prepares for battle, the WD can lubes the pair up nicely, ready to mow down a few stray snakes hiding in the grass.

Overdrive ◆: Overdrive: Standard Craft Check, DC20?: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23
*Success: +3 damage to personal and construct damage rolls for 1 minute.

"Smash that orange one Meaty!" Stitch points ◆◆ both high and low on the guard directly ahead, Meat Wagon obliges, surging ahead.

I'm glad I'm home for this avalanche of posts! That fight was much easier than expected, although we did have some early crits to soften them up.

Stitch quickly orders Meat Wagon away from the downed mage before he can fertilize the stage with her "She took a bad job, we've all done it." He grumbles, mostly to himself as he rolls back towards the group.

"Any time you need your blood drawn or a foot amputated let me know, I'm a pro!" He watches Jiggo work, nodding approvingly at the man's work. "If you ever want more advanced training let me know."

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Before they head off to the safe house Stitch gets off his ride and checks it over for dings, pulling what looks like a tooth out of his bumper "Hardly a scratch, that's a first."

Best be quick before that toothy set of luggage gets all the sticky red fluids for itself.

Meat Wagon revvs its engines, trying to intimidate orange before giving them the 'high, low' treatment.

Trained in Intimidate(CHA): Demoralize: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

◆ Melee Strike (Overdrive): Bumper Ram: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30
Damage (B): 2d8 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 8) + 4 + 3 = 17

◆ Melee Strike (Overdrive): Mower Blade (Agile)(Finesse): 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 11 - 4 = 26
Damage (S): 2d6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (5, 3) + 4 + 3 = 15

There's a lot of sticky red fluids spraying everywhere now. He should have been scared.

It's been over 24 hours, so....

Sorry, I went from a long week burnt out at work to catching whatever plague my boss brought into the office with him :(. So much for my long restful weekend.

Stitch tries to recall any criminal organizations that would be most interested in the shards and research tied to them, adding in what leads they've currently found here so far.

Trained in Underworld Lore (INT): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

If that's not a viable option then I have the same bonus to Society.

I'll be away on a short trip the next couple days so I don't know if I'll be able to post until Saturday night/Sunday morning EST.

A goblin that FEELS like a Dwarf rolls in on a smaller version of Meat Wagon that some of you remember from a past mission. Once the goblin speaks you realize its Stitch, and yes, that is a scaled down version of his murderous conveyance. Still medium sized, not large like pre goblin Stitch.

"Yes I'm here, back for another field test, er mission!" He coughs, wafting away some of Meat Wagon's thick black smoke, eyeing the pickles. "Yes, pickle goblin, hand some of those up here!" He leans down and holds an open hand out to receive the offered goodness.

Stitch scratches his head, trying to remember if he's met Sal and Jiggo yet, being well acquainted with the others.

Who wants roasted rabbit?

Sorry for the poor dice luck Bun, that's the first time I've seen a fireball one shot a PC in 2ed! Assuming we win I'm sure you'll be fine. Stitch can restuff you.. perhaps even add in a bit of his own flare..

Cue maniacal laughter.

I gotta award that Critical Success

Meat Wagon roars and blasts smoke, claiming their full attention. "Alright, alright. You're not going to sell, but I bet this thing is fast. You could be great at delivery."

Stitch realizes he could make a pretty penny with delivery. A months worth of Ice Tears would be worth a normal wagon, two months with a horse. But a horseless wagon like Meat Wagon would revolutionize transport.

"Alright, listen up. We're going to head to the Fresh Home and plan this out. When you're ready, you can catch up, fill out the application and we'll give you a signing bonus and your first delivery." The woman in Gray points to a tavern several streets away, far from the Bath House. "First round of drinks are on me! Come on!" She waves the others and they quickly follow, ready to get drunk and get credit for inviting a new member to their team.

"He's pretty fast right now, but I got some mods on the shelf that'll really melt those wheels!" Stitch flops down on his seat and starts taking serious notes about the upcoming modifications, waving to the women as they head off "I'll meet up in a bit, I gotta get these ideas down before I forget anything." Stitch sits there and works, parked in the middle of the bridge, mind totally distracted.

Curious if Stitch has any idea of the monetary value of the Tears, not that any value would sway him to sell his most prized Meat Wagon. Dunno if that would be a craft check? +14

"Oh no, he's not for sale. I'm not much for walking, I trip and fall too much. But check this out.." He pops the hood and starts pointing at everything he's got a personal patent pending for, and its oddly Dwarven name. "Special alloy blend that one" He leans in a bit and whispers for no reason "I got some of the blended metal from the Plane of Earth.. no joke!"

If Stitch hears any sort of noises coming from the others that could get noticed he attempts to distract the woman with Meat Wagon, revving engines and blasting thick smoke.

"Under the hood Ladies, he's a steam powered work of art. Anyone care for a ride around town?" He looks them over for anyone small sized.. or.. hrm..

"Ya, like I said, steam powered invention that gets me from here to there!" Stitch makes small talk and stalls for time, but mostly he just likes to show off and talk about his invention to anyone that'll listen.

Stitch claims one of the bravado brews "Gonna need some booze on my breath.." He grins at his flimsy yet believable excuse for some much needed bravery. "One of you make some loud retching sounds as my signal when you're ready!"

Sure would have been a good idea to upgrade the horse power on Meat Wagon in case I need to make a quick get away. He shrugs to himself as he waits for the others to get in their position.

Drinks Brew!

High atop Meat Wagon with pistol hidden away in his overalls Stitch rolls up extra slowly towards the bridge and the trio of ladies "Yes this is where the red one said to go for some good stuff, I told you!" He's either talking to himself or his other self.

"Hullo?" He wobbles a bit on his buckboard as Meat Wagon slowly bounces over the bridge.

Deception: Ya I'm a bit plastered.. but not THAT MUCH OSSIPHER!: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

"Oh ya, forgot to mention. Tanno died of electrical burns and brine-soaked bite wounds. Perhaps a sea dragon?" Stitch takes a closer look and confirms.

Trained in Arcana (INT): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

" A Sea Drake was responsible for these wounds. They are intelligent draconic creatures who swim more than they fly. They breathe electricity and are immune to its effects. Their saliva is so salty their bites can instantly sicken their foes. They can also attack rapidly, striking with their jaws and tail three times in the time it would take you to swing twice. Not good."

I'll pause and let someone else take a crack at things. I'm home with a sick wifey!

This site needs emojis.

Phantom Pain has the nonlethal trait.

So does a dueling pistol... er... ya, sorry, I'll stabilize 'em!

Sorry to hold things up, its been a long ass last week, at least I'm off for the next three days before another very busy week starting on Sunday. I'll do my best to post daily next week but I may miss a day or two, big field work event!

Sorry to be missing in action, been dealing with a family medical emergency these last few days. I'll get a post up later today after some rest. Thanks

Looking towards the lodge, he asks “Are we sure this lodge is still open?”

"No. But hopefully!" Eddie bobs their head enthusiastically again.

"You have very nice face fur. Does it grow that way on its own or do you stick it on with glue? I met someone once that did that. I thought it strange." They start to reach up to touch Vardarel's 'face fur' but withdraw, nodding to an unheard voice.

Could ask Nomadical if you want? Always enjoy playing with him. Dunno if anyone else has an opinion or other ideas. I don't play with too many different people these days.

Eddie pokes the headless water spirit with their staff again for good measure "Ready for the compost bin. Won't fly out now." Then grin before bending down to pick up Bun Bun's loud staff.

"You dropped this, want some berries? You look.." Eddie pokes at the loose stuffing "Not right." They pull some out and sniff it before stuffing it back in.

Will vs Fear, Bravery 1: 1d20 + 13 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 13 + 1 = 30

Klank has no fear. "I'm going after the Red one, support Joli." He tells the others before ◆ raising his shield and ◆ rushing through the room, trying to corner the wailing red woman. Movement could provoke from blue/white ghost

"Torag hasn't abandoned you, he's sent me to end your suffering." Klank offers up his warhammer to do just that.

◆ +1 Striking, Crushing, Cold Iron Warhammer: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 312d8 + 4 ⇒ (1, 7) + 4 = 12

Klank will save his reaction for AOO on red during their turn. Shield raised so AC27.

Hammer specialization: If crit then Fort DC22 vs stunned 1. Also, Crushing: Item 3+: Uncommon/Magical/Necromancy: Source Grand Bazaar pg. 42. Usage etched onto a bludgeoning weapon. Weapons with this rune empower your strength, and attacks with these weapons leave your foe staggered. When you critically hit a target with this weapon, your target becomes clumsy 1 and enfeebled 1 until the end of your next turn.

Eddie takes a ◆ step forward, sheepishly shrugs at the trio of angry looking creatures, and ◆ shuts the doors in slow motion before turning to the group. "Do you think they saw us?"

He looks nervous and ◆ scurries back behind a table for now.

While mostly for comedic effect, I also don't want us to be shot down in a hail of ranged attacks. Maybe it would be beneficial for them to come to us...

Kernal nods as Jolinaxus takes the diplomatic approach, ◆ moving up to his side and also readying an attack if needed. "Yes, we are Pathfinders, now hands off our Lady friends." He states flatly.

Klank readies Lunge, giving him a 10' reach on that strike. Klank will save his reaction for reactive shield.

Reactive Shield: ↺*Trigger: An enemy hits you with a melee Strike*
You can snap your shield into place just as you would take a blow, avoiding the hit at the last second. You immediately use the Raise a Shield action and gain your shield’s bonus to AC. The circumstance bonus from the shield applies to your AC when you’re determining the outcome of the triggering attack.

"WEEEEEEE!"

I'd say West of Sisters, followed by East of Sisters.

Klank also turns towards Evindal and taps their foot "We need to settle this sooner than later and get back to our mission."

"If you're joining me at the tavern, just remember, WHEN s$$@ hits the fan... no weapons!" She says before smirking "Well, not counting these GUNS!" Flex

This is a good chance to use hero point rerolls as likely we're at the end of everything. No sense going out with bullets still in the chamber.

*You can find a >cantrip deck< consisting of five >stabilize< cards in one of the desk drawers.

*She points to the stack of pages on the desk. "There's a scroll of >Runic Weapon< buried in that stack, I know it. Go ahead, take it."

*However, there is one scroll that could be useful. It has an ornate tag on it, with the note For the promising apprentice. It is a scroll of >enlarge<.

*As a 1 action activity, you can use the command phrase "Alyreha is awesome" and you will heal 1d8 damage. Each PC can only do this once.

*As a 2 action activity, you can use the command phrase "You're so cool, Alyreha!" and you will be quickened for 1 minute, gaining a bonus action you can use to Stride or Strike. Each PC can only do this once. Answered my own question here!

"I know you bird brain, I AM Stitch! There was.. a bit of an accident.." His Dwarven voice now replaced by a higher pitched goblin one. His stocky frame now shrunk down considerably.

"You don't need to know the details, top secret!"

Amiri grins at the skull's enthusiasm and helpful magical powers, using the healing one right off as well. "Alyreha is awesome!"

Healing: 1d8 ⇒ 5 Full

"One piece of research left you say? We'll make it back with TWO!" She shouts, slapping Kosh in the back so hard he nearly tips over. "Kosh here will keep us PUMPED so our blades dice these thieves to fine slivers, ready for the hot oil of doom!"

Guns n Gearz remaster is out now. PDF on 2/5 here I come!

Eddie ◆ raises their shield to protect against the sharp claws of the Poracha "Back up, there's not mush-room!" A blast of water shoots from their staff again at the green poracha this time.

◆◆ Hydraulic Push, 60' Range, Water: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
Damage (B) 5' Knock Back: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 2) = 8

Sorry for the disappearance, the holidays were much more involved then I expected. AC21

"I have it on good authority that Boletuth muthroomth are deliciouth... Oh wait... that'th not it..." Either way, Bun is better off keeping quiet...

A soggy mass of rotted leaves drop from above on Bun's head after making such an evil statement. "What the bunny meant to say was: We could use any help you are able to give us!"

Eddie tries to move past the previous faux paux but apparently its pointless to try...

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Last Hero Point: Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20