Michael shouts out in anger.
"What are these things!?"
He steps up to the closest one and swings at it with his bat.
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Michael gets bitten on but feels a surge of energy as his grimiore tries to protect him, reducing the pain of the bite. He staggers, losing his poise. He drops into a defensive posture as he takes a step back and draws his baseball bat, dropping his gym bag, ready for the monster's next attack.
Denton and Rory still need to roll recharge, and Rory needs to roll damage for his attack as well, unless Rednal wants to take over rolls.
Michael uses his glove to brush the snake monster aside but is rushed instead by an odd, disgusting creature that bites deep into Michael's outstretched arm. "Ow! F%%$!"
Ever get a reply from Walter?
Michael moves past the others, putting himself between them and the enemy. As he does so, he slips his baseball glove on over his right hand hoping to catch whatever these creatures might throw at him.
Still catching up to the others, Michael isn't readily able to react. He just barely gets a view of the creatures as both groups face off.
Michael gets up from his seat to follow the others. Slinging his bag over his shoulder he heads down the hallway. After seeing Rory come back in with a mop, he assumes nothing was yet found and moves to catch up to Aiden and Rory at the door.
Following the others down, Michael sits on one of the chairs and lets the others explore the room a bit. He seems a little unsettled, his feet bouncing at the foot of his chair as he thinks. So we don't have a target, we don't have a clue of what to take note of and they have explosives ready? Are we the 'anomaly' they want to seal up? Laying his gym bag on the ground, he turns to the others who were checking out the room. "Hey, Walter, Rory: did you guys find anything? Are either of the doors blocked off?" "If not, I say we go through the wooden one. Anything big down here could have just broken it by now, so there can't be anything too bad in there."
Surprised at first by Professor Freeborn's use of the word, he replies: "I guess it fits. You watch anime? That's cool." After a pause he says: "Well, I guess the Buddhist definition might work, too. One last question, though. Do we have a clear target; are we sweeping the place? I mean, what exactly is the goal of our 'strike force'? So far all I know is there's a big bad thing in there and you want us to go down there with it."
A little stunned at actually getting a "Mystery Machine" upon request, Michael just stands there with a bemused expression on his face. "Wow. Free school, free food, magic book, free van... what's next?"
After zoning out for a minute, his usual big dumb smile returns and he hops in the van to find an open seat.
"If there were no risks, there would be no reward. Without taking risks we'd all still be cavemen, or maybe extinct. I wonder what this book thing can do. You guys make it sound so cool." He turns to Allison awkwardly. "And, um...girl, too, I mean." "Let's go check out this building and find this anomaly" He says, turning back to the group with an eager smile. "Do you think the school will pay for us to get our own Mystery Machine?"
Michael laughs, not having experienced the same events as some of the others. "I know! Derleth must be a zombie! Or maybe a shapeshifter!" He's very obviously being sarcastic, though he might feel otherwise had he been there. "The strikeforce thing sounds cool. Kind of like a game of Monster Hunter? Although, if Allie can handle it alone, it sounds like we're the B team."
"Sounds fun..." Michael considers for a moment before continuing with "but what kind of research?"
"Why is the icon 'amusingly symbolic?' It kind of looks like a porcupine." Realizing Allie will likely ignore them, he follows similarly.
"Later, Allie!" Michael shouts after here. He turns back to the others. "Lunch good, then? I better get to class myself." Finishing his last piece of food, he looks up at the others as if about to say something else, but decodes against it and departs.
I'm good with advancing.
Michael just smiles back at Walter, turning his hands up and shrugging his arms apologetically. "I don't know about that. Mine could just be trying to dress me up. I mean, so far it has pretty much just told me to sit around and eat." Sense Motive DC 17:
Michael is being intentionally vague and is oversimplifying things in order to gather information from the others. He was just too curious about Walter's cloak to not acknowledge it. "Speaking of, lunchtime is a good idea." GM: Michael wonders to himself if he can trust the others in this group. So far, one has identified with a thief, one is paranoid about a gift, and the other seems very timid. He also doesn't fully grasp the grimoire's advice, though he believes that it means this group will be the best place for him to grow.
"Ey, Walter, e'nt yoo finely dressed? As fer me, I dremmed a pleasant dream." Michael gobbles some of his random assortment of food and points to his wrist. "I wonder what comes next? I think mine's calmed down a bit."
Michael sleeps in, finally waking up with a start and slapping his hand down on his grimoire as if it were an alarm clock. His hand grasps something unexpected and he finds a cool red and green bracelet with what he assumes is an inscription from some obscure language. Putting it between his hands and facing the grimoire he says "Cool. Thanks, book." bowing his head at the end. Seeing that he's running late for breakfast, he places the hemp bracelet on his right wrist, throws his books in his bag and starts to run to the cafeteria before suddenly stopping to contemplate something. He then begins to walk at a normal pace, seeming somewhat more aware of his surroundings than before.
Well, I guess it could just say "Hey, look over there, dummy" if it wanted to, then XD. Okay, I went guardian path and have updated most of my crunch. Still working on skills, but should be done tonight.
Oh, my bad, I thought it was 3 at legendary (1st rank of ability), 6 at minor artifact(2nd), and 10 at major artifact(3rd). I didn't know it was up to your tier. How about as a magic item the bracelet gives a +5 to perception (I think that's a CL 2 item?) and as legendary is an intelligent item. It could squeeze his wrist or something when alerted to something he would normally not be.
Custom if it's okay: Bracelet of Magic Stone (CL 1) - continuous effect of Magic Stone (stones thrown do 1d6+1 damage and are considered magic, 2d6+2 to undead) It would appear as hemp/vine woven bracelet with a simple green and brown design. When holding an improvised thrown weapon the size of a stone or sling bullet in hand, it would release a magic spore onto it to give it the effect. I was also thinking Intelligent x 2 (Read Languages and Telepathy, Int 12 Wis 14 Cha 10) and Unyielding for the Legendary abilities. Would this be acceptable?
Michael spends most of his classes the same, just taking notes on various things that may or may not be what the instructors are saying in an odd shorthand. In his spare time, he wanders the halls not really paying attention to the things around him, unless to apologize for bumping into someone, and flipping through his odd magical book in different ways: forward, backwards, upside down, starting in the middle. During lunch, he pulls out a pen and considers where to sign his name. Surely someone had to have had this book before me? he contemplates for some time until he seems to give up temporarily so he can chow down on some (hopefully) free food.
Michael takes note the Professor's name and department. As his name is called, he raises his hand and, rather loudly for his seating, says "here."
Michael sits somewhere a little closer to the front of class and pulls out a pencil and a notebook. He jots a couple of things down before class even starts. He seems eager, but glances around him looking a bit lost as well.
"I don't know. With her, I'm leaning more toward Charmed." Michael's usual goofy grin shifted to the side in a not so sly smirk. At least it did until his mind took him elsewhere. "I wonder if she has sisters."
"In every generation, there is a chosen one..." Rory chimed, leaning his head suggestively toward the door where Allison had just left... This made me realize for the first time how much I liked Highlander in the later years and how similar the two shows are in some ways. Which reminds me...
I miss Buffy. I wish Angel and Firefly would have gotten to continue as well. Such good shows.
At Allison's comment, Michael blushes and lifts his hand the the back of his neck, with a sheepish retort of "Just trying to lighten the mood." He turns back to the conversation at hand and yawns, rubbing his shoulder. "Uh, I guess 16 o'clock would work. That's 4, right? I think this might be the kind of place with first day homework, though."
Michael finishes his food quickly, straightening up at the mention of classes. As the others start to talk about their grimoires, his gaze starts to wander. "Mine, I think, is at peace, or perhaps just quiet." he says as his eyes refocus. "Ah meen, th' book seems tae want tae help at leest." As he says this last part, a big, goofy grin returns to his face.
Wot!? Aye ken prone ounce a knee thang purr fuct Lee! XD
With his mouth full of some kind of meat, he smiles and repeats in a solemn tone: "Grimoires ar bot doys." He swallows, then adds "Karera wa tada atarashī tsūrudesu yo ne?" in a cheerful tone. Japanese to English: "They are just a new tool, right?"
A tall auburn-haired freckled Asian guy with wild eyes walks up with a tray overloaded with random foods, a gym bag hanging from his shoulder. "Awrite. Ye main be th' other new troaps lil' Allie tauld me abit. Can ye believe Ah thooght thes was a basebaa scholarship?"he says, laughing. "But seriously, thes whole book and magic thing's pretty cool, yeah? I'm Michael Sato, but you can call meh Mike, or Sato if ya prefer." He sets his tray down heavily on the table and holds out his left hand to the others, smiling widely.
I'm in Rednal's campaign, so I can verify that. I think it'd be easier to run the Golarian setting, especially alongside the games you're already running. 1930's would be more fun, but also so much easier to run and play in World of Darkness or a similar system unless you almost completely homebrew it.
Michael wanders around the grounds, looking lost. He turns to the nearest authority figure-looking person and says:"Hey, I think I may have gotten lost. I'm looking for an old building full of people studying cool, weird stuff. They sent me this letter..."He lets his sentence drop off intentionally and wonders how this somehow makes it a question, though he knows it's always taken that way. |