Sorry, guys, you will need to find a 4th. I do this from work, but work has gotten into a "can't get my head above water" mode lately. Tis the season, I guess.
Search Posts
The Gunslinger class begins with a starting firearm, but I assume the Trophy Hunter ranger archetype does not, GM? That's fine, it just means I don't have a firearm starting off (because they can't be afforded with starting money anyway.)
Trying to get it finished today/tomorrow.
Also, GM, does the Trophy Hunter automatically gain gun-related feats? It has been a point of contention on the forums and appears to be up to GM interpretation.
Anything regarding the mechanics? I'll be whipping something up tomorrow.
You kinda of inherited us for this game, so do you have any specifications on character creation you prefer, GM?
Oh yes, I think I will be playing a ranger. GM, in Pathfinder you can kinda mix and match archetypes a little bit, I think, so long as you don't have any overlap. I've got a concept for a Great White Hunter ranger for the jungle setting. Maybe a mix of the Trophy Hunter & Skirmisher archetypes, but I'm still looking all the archetypes over to find what probably works best.
I'm looking through Ranger stuff to see if something sparks my interest.
Hurg, I play terrible fighter types. But that kinda is what we need.
Debating a human Archaeologist. Maybe your druid can be his (Wo)Man Friday type. :)
We failed. :)
The man from Magnimar slouches suddenly, losing what focus he had left. An instinctual worry arises that he might not be able to breathe if he doesn't keep his mouth open, so his mouth opens wide, revealing the tendrils of the yellow creeper amassing in his sinus cavity, a direct route to his brain. He doesn't let go of the blade in his hand, but it does rest limp in his grip.
"I taste pie. Key lime pie," Miles observes in a sudden daze, tugging at the edges of his undershirt like a shy child.
Miles giggles unnervingly as a tingling starts in the end of his fingers and toes. The others can probably see tendrils of the plant snaking their way into his nostrils.
Round 2 "What the hell happened to these people? It's like the same thing that happened to the plants!" When Grimma goes down, Miles seethes. "Shit." He pops the zombie creature he is flanking with Finn in the jaw and then stabs at its exposed throat with his rapier.
He follows along, grateful for the cool water on his itching skin.
"I went in pretty deep and didn't see an end," Miles says, dumping the berries in Finn's hands so that he can scratch at his neck. Flecks of mud flake off and he takes fresh mud and piles it on with some noticeable relief. "I wouldn't advise trying to get through them, though. They're as aggravating as you would imagine." Scratch scratch.
Miles looks at the nettles and then at his gloved hands. He reaches out and carefully handles a single vine in a spot with no thorns, testing how tensile the vine is. He spends a moment thinking, and then goes over to the hole, to see how big it is and how much more spaced the vines with their nasty thorns are. Then at last he seems to decide, and walks back to the riverbank, where he promptly begins covering himself with mud. Thick, enveloping fistfuls of mud. It takes him ten minutes or more to properly cover himself with it until he is a sopping mess. Then he finds a sunny spot and stands in it, letting the mud dry just a bit to a caked exterior. "This should provide some insulation against those thorns and their poison. At least a little. Getting those berries could be the difference between life and death for someone if they get an affliction. And the worst I might suffer is a bad rash. It seems a good trade." Miles moves through the area that has something of a hole in it, looking for the berries.
Miles is appreciative because it doesn't appear he cares much for being in the water, even though stockier fellows like him float better than your typical weedy rogue.
Miles stops ten feet from the edge of the river and looks up and down, judging how quickly it is moving, if at all. Then he looks up to see how much tree canopy covers the river to see if it is possible to climb through the canopy over the river.
"It has gotten hot again. Finn, can you help to cool things down for us again like you did yesterday? Otherwise, it's just too dangerous to keep going on."
Ishirou's evasion is not lost on Miles. "Fair enough." He looks around to see if anyone is eavesdropping. "We all have things we need to keep to ourselves. See you when we get back." Later, when they reach the original encampment the Captain made, Miles was expecting it to have been abandoned, since it seemed to him to be only a temporary shelter when they first found it. "Guess I'll pick up the trail from here."
"Further than I've ever traveled. In fact, this right here is the furthest I've ever been from home. But I guess, ah, you're even farther..." The fact that the man was Tian was obvious. "Shipping runs, was it? What was so queer about being in Osirion?"
"I take it that means you don't care much what happens with Kovack, hm?" Miles shrugs. "Where did you sail before the Jenivere, if you don't mind my asking? I'm not much of a sailor myself, really. That was my first voyage. I'm hoping this shipwrecking thing isn't standard operating procedure for sea travel..."
When it comes to putting a fire together, Miles asks for Ishirou's help. While he is rubbing sticks, he stops often to wipe sweat from his neck. "You knew Captain Kovack longer than I did. When I read that journal to you, did it sound like him? Was he a basketcase the whole time and I never noticed? I'm not sure what I'm going to do when we find him..." He stabs one of the twigs into the ground and twists it. "If Kovack is somehow responsible for what happened on that ship...for what happened to us...I don't know what I might do. What do you think, Ishirou?"
So noted. Was there any response from Aerys to Miles' conversation about the coconuts? He was trying to make small talk. And note what he did with the dino carcass, btw.
Hehe, I know the feeling, Grimma. GM, is there anything that can be done on our end to improve their will saves against despair? Or is it just finding little things (like the coconuts I gave to Aerys) that give them hope? Not trying to game the system, just curious if it was something we're supposed to know. :)
Miles asks if he could use one of Grimma's axes with the dinosaur body. If she's not as willing to relinquish it, he'll let her have at the dino or take one axe while she takes the other. Using his rope, he hangs the dinosaur from a tree about two hundred feet from the camp and first disembowels it. He then takes the offal down to the shoreline and washes the intestines out. Most of the offal he leaves there, but he brings the intestines back and hangs them from a nearby tree to dry in the afternoon sun...or be eaten by the local wildlife, whichever comes first. Any dried intestines that remain might be used for something. Socks, most likely, if it keeps raining like it did the night before. When he returns to the site of the dinosaur he strips the hide off and lets some of it bleed off into the closest thing they have to a basin, and then hacks off the limbs and shaves the meat from the bone, never doing anything to disturb the poison sacs. Finally, he takes the carcass and the blood basin and disposes of them again away from the encampment. Then he lays out the strips of dino flesh over a fire to smoke. When everyone is nearby the center of camp, Miles takes it upon himself to inform everyone. Because it does concern everybody. "Yesterday while we searched the island, we found a temporary shelter on the beach. Captain Kovack's hat was there," he says, waving the tricorner, "and some evidence that she was with him, as well. They went deeper into the jungle, but it was getting dark and we couldn't keep following. So, at least for now, it seems the Captain may still be alive. I'd like to go and find the two of them before they get into more trouble. And because I know we all have a lot of...questions."
Three hours later, Miles is up to perform an uneventful watch, and afterwards sleeps until sometime after sunrise, when the noise in the encampment creeps into his blissfully dreamless rest. First, he uses whatever water they have to rinse his mouth out, and then checks himself for any little bugs or creepy crawlies that might have gotten onto or, worse, into his clothing and boots overnight. Satisfied, he unpacks the coconuts he and Grimma had gathered from the tree and tosses a couple towards Aerys. "We found some coconut trees yesterday and I thought of you. Just be careful not to crack each coconut and pour the milk all together. If one of 'em is bad, you'll pollute the whole mix." He also lays out the canvas and the chain that they found, as well as looking over the dinosaur they killed.
Gelik might be trying to be humorous, but Miles plays along as the perfect straight man and snores noticeably. Which is exactly what he wants to do, anyway.
"I thought you had no interest in doing watch, Gelik," Miles observes, but he is too beat to argue. "Give me just three hours of shuteye and I'll take over. Long day, long day. Long...day..." He breathes in deep and exhales, closing his eyes and lying down with his back against a tree.
Miles might appreciate the beauty of the phytoplankton more if not for the fact that he was wounded by a dinosaur and was now dragging its corpse on a canvas, drenched in rain, hungry and sore all over. His life in Magnimar had mostly been waiting for the next job to come along at which point he would wait until the sun went down and then take his sweet time breaking down barriers between some poor sap's coffers and a Scarzini payout. Even when he left and was on the ship, it was a bit of manual labor through the day to keep things clean and running efficiently. But out here, the constant walking, climbing, sweating was not sitting well with him. Though he did not complain at all, he was still unaccustomed, and just looks at the glowing water with weary eyes and looks forward to getting back to camp. Hoping all the while that the camp and all of its occupants are still there.
Leaning against a tree, Miles rubs his midsection where the dinosaur jammed its long beak right into his gut, apparently trying to disembowel him. Even in the dark storm he tries to look in the direction of where he though the nest was, training his ears through the sound of the storm to see if he can hear something...
*Facepalm* Here we go again with the dice rolls, I swear...
Round 1 Free:
Reflexively, Miles draws a dart from the bandolier around his chest into his right hand. "Look out!" he cries, warning the others of the charging dino. Standard:
He flings the dart at a vital spot he can make out, like one of its dark eyes bearing down on them!
Move: Miles dives off the pathway, rolling on the ground and standing up about twenty feet away.
"She's right," he says of Grimma. "I want to find the Captain and Ileana before something happens to them. And a few other reasons," he says, head tilted towards Yana. After determining the direction back to their camp, Miles uses his whetstone to scratch off patches of bark on the trees surrounding the trail where they are leaving it as a marker for when they come back to find the trail.
"Let's follow their trail. If it starts to lead back towards the shelter, great. If it veers too far off, we'll need to mark the place where we leave their trail and then try to pick it up again in the morning."
"Someone else has made a shelter here. We can use the canvas to keep out of the sun. We need to stop here or we're going to get dehydrated and very sick." When Miles gets under the shelter, the first thing he sees is the tricorn. He picks it up, turns it over in his hands, and then shows it to the others. No words are necessary. EDIT: He drinks greedily from Finn's water and looks very relieved. "Sorry about the Korvosan doctor comment. It's just...I don't care for the heat, is all." At which point he casts Endure Elements, and suddenly Finn is Miles' new best friend.
Crack-CRASH! From the darkness below in the hold of the ship, there is a jingle of equipment. Followed by a mutter. "Son of a b%~#$...yes, I'm fine. Nothing broken. Just bruised. Both my arm and my pride."
"Nice bedside manner. You used to be a physician in Korvosa or something?" he asks Finn, trying not to sound too bristled at the obtuse response. |