Mira Tullian's page

Did your daughters also tell you about other hip new things, like the Facebook? :p

I've always heard the game referred to as Nose Goes...and I believe its actually a pretty old thing. I know we did it a lot back when I was in college for the Student Activity Council, whenever there was something no one liked to do, like answering the phone. That was about 7 years ago and I'm pretty sure it wasn't a new thing back then either.

Of course I'm not sure if we can press gang someone into being GM based on whether or not they touched their nose... *Touches nose to be safe*...but if someone wanted to do it I wouldn't object. I'm afraid I don't think I'll be volunteering. I don't have any of the book and while I am contemplating getting my feet wet with PbP GMing, I would want to start with something smaller like a module.

I personally haven't had much luck with replacement GMs in the past. Usually there aren't that many people willing to do it...and the ones who are don't end up sticking around very long. It's a pretty daunting task to get up to speed on a game that already has 17 pages worth of posts...

Sorry to hear that, but definitely no hard feelings. It sounds like you are doing right by yourself taking a step back until you get things figured out. I'm sure we'll all be fine. Me for example, yeah I'm out of both my games, but I'm sure I can find another one...or maybe even run a PbP module like I have kind of wanted to do, but not had the time for.

Tattoo nods as the others mention their explorations, "We're covering ground and clearing out the enemies and hazards we find. If there's an exit we'll find it. Perhaps we can even cut off the source of the yellow smoke..." She pauses for a moment, before continuing, "Speaking of which, is there anything you can tell us about Administrator Eliege Losandro. Does she sound like the person Reaper described?"

Tattoo nods, "Alright. Let's head back then."

Tattoo looks towards the door uncertainly. Another library? It could be the records we are looking for. Also this could tell us something about the source of the fog. We need to investigate that room. However, she looks to the half-orc and her wounds. But are we in any shape to deal with this right now...I don't know.

Looking to the other she says, "Perhaps we should return to camp and regroup? Maybe they can tell us more about Administrator Eliege Losandro..." Sighing she adds, "But if we think we need to deal with this now, I suppose I can go in first, since Heavy Hitter here is still recovering."

Tattoo takes back the flask back with a nod. "Don't mention it..."

Continuing to lift rubble, she watches the professor "supervise" from the corner of her eye. Picking up a particularly awkward piece, she walks over to Lucius and shoves it into his arms. Giving him the sweetest smile she can conjure, she points to the corner. "That can go over there..."

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Picking up the syringe, she holds it up towards Googles. "You're good with that alchemy stuff, right? Do you think you could analyze this back at camp?"

She gives Reaper a nod when he asks if they are ready.

Tattoo begins lifting up large pieces of rubble and putting them aside. When Reaper gestures towards her, she looks confused for a second, "Huh? What?" However, after a few moments she remembers. "Oh, yeah. The flask. Applejack, I think..."

Reaching through her bag, she find the small flask. She takes a moment to make sure that the lid is on tight, before tossing it towards Goggles.

Tattoo frowns, "Well, I guess there's no saving them...but at least it doesn't seem to be one of those creatures..." Scanning the rubble, she asks the others, "Think there's anything worth uncovering under there or should we move on?"

Tattoo moves next to Goggles and holds her spear steady, ready to strike at the first sign of hostility.

I have no issues with that, so long as we are actually searching the room. If we just walk in and out I would hope it would be less than 5 minutes.

Mira has a bit of a one track mind at the moment, so she has only actively been searching through rooms that seem to have records or documentation.

Tattoo fights back a chuckle as Lucius begins to sing. "Laugh at you? I would never..." However as the wound heals up, she responds more genuinely, "Thanks. That wasn't necessary...but it does help."

Hearing Reaper deliver his report, she leans left slightly to see past the professor. "Given what I've seen in this wing so far, I wouldn't get my hopes up...but there's only one way to find out..."

Reaching for the spear that was resting against the table, she heads towards the room and opens the door slowly. Examining the rubble for signs of movement or sound, she holds her spear ready to strike any attacker.

"Hello. Is there someone down there?" she asks cautiously.

Readying an action to attack if whatever's down there appears hostile.

Tattoo looks over the party before responding to Lucius, "I've got some bites around my ankle. Nothing too serious. I can still fight. But I must admit that it is throwing off my footwork a bit when we fight. Goggles also looks like she could benefit from first aid. Not sure how much her injuries are impeding her, though." She looks to Goggles to answer for herself on that matter, "As for Heavy Hitter here...we'll see."

Turning to face the half-orc, she gives her a stern look and orders, "Drink up that potion Goggle gave you. Come on now. Drink up. Maybe then you won't have so many worried people crowding around you..."

More concerned with the severity of the half-orc's wounds than the bizarre objects on the shelf, she pulls out one of the cleaner looking chairs and tries to help Heavy over to it, while they discuss their next moves.

As she does this, she side eyes the shelf. "Are you sure you want me to poke those things, Prof? Because I'm feeling a pretty strong 'look but don't touch' vibe from them..." she thinks for a moment, before correcting herself. "Scrap that. I don't even really want to look at it...Though it really does continue to ask the question...what the hell were they doing here?"

Returning to fussing over the half-orc's injuries, she comments, "Unless you all have a lot more healing magic hidden up your sleeve, I think we might need to turn back to camp. She can't go on like this."

Tattoo moves quickly to the room when she hear the half-orc's cry. Seeing the severity of her wounds, she feel anxiety rising, but tries to keep her voice as calm as possible. "Heavy Hitter, you need to get away from those things. Goggles, you might want to as well..."

Pushing through the rubble towards the side of the table, she raises up her sling and takes aim. However, it is difficult to see past her companions to the small abominations.

1d20 + 2 - 1 - 4 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 2 - 1 - 4 + 1 = 10 -1 Grazed, -4 Shooting into combat, +1 Bless?
1d4 + 3 - 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 3 - 1 + (2) = 5 Included hypnotic stare damage, but somehow I doubt it applies.

I have no problem with that.

Tattoo thinks for a moment and responds uncertainly, "It's hard to say. It didn't work the first time I tried and to be honest I was kind of just improvising. I'm not sure what actually triggered it. As for being religious...I don't...think so?" She looks as if she is searching her own thoughts and feelings for a moment, before reiterating. "No, I don't think I am..."

Trying to hide her relief, Tattoo just gives Goggles a sideways smile. "I don't know about you, but I feel fine. Better even." Looking over to the door, she nods, "Yeah, we should probably check that out..."

I forgot about area spells. Good thing Sarenrae isn't big on fireballs...

It's no problem. Mira is being heroic and saving both Heavy and Creepy! Oh,and healing isn't bad for Creepy--phantoms are outsiders, not undead!

Really? Huh... Well color me informed :)

@Alenka: No one wants to cross Mutant Goggles.... :p

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@Cerio: In my eagerness to get that post out before I left work, I didn't notice I'd been ninja'd. My apologies.

Although, for what its worth I might be a better test subject then Edrick. Because both bad effects and healing would be bad for Edrick. ;).

@Jenni: XD. Also time to activate Mira's over protective drawback.

Lucius is rewarded with a deadpan expression from Tattoo, when he proposes experimenting on the unsuspecting half-orc. Of course, if its from the church of Sarenrae...how bad can it be? I guess trying it on someone would be the only way to figure it out...

Tattoo sighs, "Yeah, I guess we should try it on someone." Sarenrae. If I did something to offend you in my prior life, I would like to take this moment to formally apologize. Tattoo lifts the wand and points it towards herself, trying a few different ways to activate it.

Use Magic Device: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Use Magic Device: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

When the wand finally activates, she flinches slightly in anticipation of what it will do.

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Tattoo searches through the room, while keeping a side ear to the conversation at hand. "Perhaps you were being treated for a crippling rat phobia", she teases the professor, before chastising herself. That might have been too mean. He really does seem to be afraid of them. She quickly adds, "But you were probably just a consultant or something.

Continuing her search, she is disappointed to find little in the way of patient records. However, something does catch her eye towards the back of the eastern desk, a thick yew wand etched with the symbol of an open armed angel with its wings extended and a bright halo behind its head. "Sarenrae..." she mutters as she recognizes the symbol. As she reaches for it, she notices twine is wrapped around it and a note trails at the end. Giving it a quick read, before passing it off to anyone who seems interested, she mutters, "Hmm...I guess they were pretty strict around here. Anyone have any idea what this thing might do? If it contains divine magic, it could be useful..."

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Tattoo gives Reaper a nod, "Good to know. Thanks. I'll be sure to follow Goggles's official body inspection protocols." Looking at the half-orc, she asks, "Ok Heavy Hitter, I'll stab left, you stab right?"

With that, Tattoo slowly opens the door and moves in the room to try and skewer the leftmost body.

I would nominate Jenni for the cloak of resistance. She seems to be the only one with two low saves. Also, anything that increases her will against charms and domination is really protection for us all...signed person who got hit by Jenni while she was charmed or dominated :p

As for the brooch... *shrug*.

Tattoo bends to look down the dark tunnel and remarks to the others, "Well, unless anyone wants to try and crawl out that way, I say we keep looking. Personally, I am not that desperate...yet. Besides the ratling we interrogated made that sound like a dead end anyway." Stretching, she points to the door, "Lets go take a look at the at those two southern rooms."

As she begins walking, she stops briefly to take a glance at the object Reaper is holding.

Kn: Local: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Finding it unfamiliar, she shrugs and keeps walking towards the closer of the southern doors, "Maybe its just a symbol of his people or a sign of leadership or something..."

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Tattoo continues searching the room, when Lucius walks over to her. Contagious? I hadn't thought of that. But if it were from the rat bites I would already have shown symptoms right? I guess there isn't much we can do about it, if she is contagious. She gives him a shrug, "You're the professor, so your guess is as good as mine..." Chuckling slightly as Goggles reminds him that she can hear them, she adds, "Whatever it is, she seems to be in control of it. So, for now I'm just going to shelve the issue right next to that one puking up ghostly duplicates. It's weird, but not currently trying to kill me..."

Perception (Search the Room): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Tattoo just shrugs, "Go for it. It had its chance to talk to us...and another chance to just run away. I for one won't lose sleep over its passing..."

Turning to the half-orc, she asks, "You alright there, Heavy Hitter? That spell looked like it hurt..."

Three Days Grace, eh? That brings me back to my high school years...

Glaring down the creature with intensity, Tattoo strides into the room.

"Well, I did warn you what would happen if you used you turned visible just to backstab us. Perhaps the others are right. You won't listen to reason..."

Sparing no more words for the ratling, she thrusts her spear forward with great speed. It flies past the professor and towards the creature.

Longspear Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 3 + (3) = 11

Tattoo is relieved that the half-orc follows her away from the rats. However, looking back she notices the professor seems to be on the verge of a panic attack and has backed himself into a corner as a result. Despite her prior frustration with the older man, she feels her concern growing.

Looking backwards, she speaks loud enough for him to hear her across the room, but otherwise her tone is calm. "Lucius..." she says, using the man's actual name, probably for the first time ever. "It's alright. You're right. I think they will disappear soon. You just need focus and try to move away from them. Remember, you are smarter than they are." Further trying to reassure him, he says, "As long as people can stay away, maybe I can try to stun them that color blast againt." At least I hope I can... she thinks as she feels her stomach gurgle in protest.

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Thanks for adding the map link. That helps a lot with the absurd process I follow to post from my phone when at work...

Ugh. Tattoo shakes a little as she feels sick to her stomach. Backing away from the rat and out of the room, she gently tugs at the half-orc's arm as if encouraging her to do the same. Pointing to Goggles, she calmly tries to explain, "I don't think you can fight them like that. There's too many. We need to either blast the group of them...or stay away from them and hope they disappear like the others did..."

@GM: I have been meaning to ask, would you mind putting the link to the map in the campaign header, like for the Reign of Winter game? When I just need to check the map and I'm on my phone, I generally find that link much quicker to navigate to than finding your most recent post.

Tattoo rolls her eyes and mutters, "Of course."

She walks over to the shelves and begins looking through them, as if bored with the whole ordeal. However, she does keep her spear tightly gripped in one hand. For the benefit of the ratling, she loudly muses, "Ah, the old turn invisible and then try to backstab us plan. Never seen that one before! What an ingenius strategy! Surely whatever damage is done by that one strike will be totally worth it when you get mobbed by five angry people... " Tattoo briefly side eyes Creepy, as if not sure how to count him, "...plus one angry ghost...thing..." As she continues to scan the shelves, she adds, "Yep. Clearly a great plan...I mean its not like the whole situation could have been avoided by not attacking the people who just wanted to talk in the first place..."

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Still a bit annoyed by the whole situation, Tattoo's initial strikes against the creature seem lazy and half-hearted. However, seeing the rat sink it's teeth into the half-orc seems to snap her out of her strop. Gripping her longspear firmly, she glares and the creature intensly and brings it down hard only the ratling in front of her.

Longspear Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 2 = 22 +2 flanking w/Alenka
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 4 + (4) = 9 +1d6 from extreme grumpy face.

Pulling her spear back up, she remarks flippantly, "You should have listened when I offered a truce..."

Ninja'd by Lucius :p. I don't need to worry about him standing in front of me though, because my action is technically listed first, right? If not, I guess add -4

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Tattoo, takes a few steps back from the door and leans against the wall, gesturing as if inviting the others to do as they wish. As the other discuss, she occasionally mutters passive aggressive complaints about Heavy being put in danger by opening the door when they were the one who wanted to fight. However, if called out or asked what she said, she just grumbles, "...Nothing"

Still, realizing that they were fighting whether she likes it or not, she eventually does join the discussion. Sighing, she contributes, "If we crowd the entrance, we can force them to fight us one on one...of course if milky eyes can cast spells that complicates things. But we kind of have to move quickly at this point, before they bust out."

Tattoo sighs and moves away from the door with her spear drawn. I'm clearly fighting a losing battle here...and the rats behavior isn't exactly helping.

"Fine have it your way. Violence away, I guess..." she remarks as she steps aside for the others to do as they wish.

"I get it, prof. You aren't into rats. But I'm thinking that maybe...just maybe...somewhere in between eternal blood feud with their species and letting them french braid our hair, there is some room on the diplomatic spectrum for live and let live..." Tattoo continues trying to use her body to prop the door shut, "You know, so we can let go of this door and explore all these other rooms you are so interested in, with no ratlings harassing us..."

It takes a few moments for Tattoo to process the turn of events. One second everything seems to be under control, the next the door is being slammed shut and the rats are on the offensive. She lets out a deep sigh. This is how rats end up as dead rats...Perhaps the others are right. Perhaps its too dangerous to try to reason with such irrational creatures...Still, I have to try one last time...

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

"Hey! We didn't come here looking for a fight! Tattoo shouts through the door. Seeing that her companions seem to be ranging from anxious to angry, she adds, "But if you're determined for a fight, you're going to get one. That's your choice. But, I'm doubting that you got a good look at Heavy Hitter here...because if you did, you might have realized what a poor choice you are making." Leaning in to try and help secure the door, she finishes, "So how about instead of trying to kill each other, we just...I don't know...talk about this..."

Happy new year everyone!

Also, curse my low initiative roll! haha. *Continues waiting patiently for turn.*

Tattoo gives the professor a shrug, as he scolds the half-orc. Slowly she reaches for the door handle, while giving the others a look implying they should be ready for anything. "Ok. We are coming in..." she speaks through the door as she opens it slowly and cautiously.

Merry Christmas :)

"Hmm..." Mira says thoughtfully, "Do you think we should try and handle this...diplomatically? It seemed like the others only attacked because they assumed we would be violent towards them..."

South is fine with me

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Not particularly interested in getting a science lesson, Tattoo only half listens as she flips through the papers looking for anything helpful. Ugh...its all just anatomical stuff...what is he talking about now? Something about melons? Giving up on the paperwork, she leans against the desk, so that she is slightly perched on its side and stares at the ground as if expecting a rat to burst through at any minute.

However, she is immediately broken out of her daze when Heavy starts sharing what she had "learned". Her mouth hangs open for just a moment in surprise, but she quickly covers her mouth with her hand, trying to cover up her laughter. Wiping a tear from her eye and pretending to cough, she explains to the others in a muffled and far too high pitched voice, "Sorry. Must be dusty in here..."

Once she gets a hold of herself, she asks the professor, "So, does any of that actually help explain our current situation. If so, grab it. If not, let's check the next room..."

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@Cerio: Agreed. I think this is a strong group of RPers!

Also,

It took all of Goggles will-power to keep herself from 'goosing' the Professor as he was hyper-focused on rat's biting him from behind. She knows it would have been childish but it had still been very tempting.

Same, Alenka. Same ;)

Tattoo takes two steps towards the door before coming to a halt. She pauses, as if listening, before letting out a heavy sigh and rubbing her temple.

Looking over at the professor with trepidation, she speaks to him in a very calm voice, "So. You might want to stay back a bit...Now, I don't want you do freak out...but I think there might be some rats in there...I'm sure its no big deal..."

Tattoo looks at Reaper for a moment with a frown. "Do you need to sit down for a minute? All this mental magic stuff can take a toll. Perhaps you've over extended yourself?"

Beginning to head towards the room, she remarks, "We should grab the paperwork. Perhaps its just nonsense, but it could be a record or clues."

"Your back is fine, Prof... " Mira says with a laugh, giving him a firm clap on the shoulder.

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"You and these rats..." Mira says with a chuckle, "I'm starting to think you have some repressed childhood memory." Still, she stands alert and with her spear at the ready when he asks them to watch his back.

Nodding, she replies, "Yes. Lets start searching the eastern rooms. The ratling said she saw an office somewhere to the north east. That could hold the records."

Tattoo shrugs, "I don't know what to tell you, prof. Reaper cast his spell and now its healed over...there's not really any open wound left to clean out. But if it will make you feel better you can take a look at it." She hoists up her pant leg slightly, revealed the tooth shaped scars.

Turning to Reaper, she remarks, "Yeah, Goggles is right. We probably shouldn't burn this stuff...at least not yet. Who knows what information we might need to figure this mess out. I mean, I've never been the studious type...at least I don't think I was...but that's why we've got student and teacher here." She turns and points towards Goggles and then the professor.

As she waits for the others to be ready to move, she focuses her mind in what is not becoming a familiar pattern. Shadow Splinter

@GM: Does my leg look black? lol. Not that Mira would worry Jenni over it either way, but figured I should probably ask ;)

Mira holds her hands up as if surrendering to the half-orc's 'threat', but can't quite stop the side of her mouth from twitching into a small smirk of amusement. I should probably be more frightened given her strength...but I am finding it increasingly harder to believe that she would intentionally hurt one of us...

Her smile softens into a more genuine one, when asked about the her leg. "This? Nah. Reaper healed me right up. This is nothing. I've had worse...I'm sure of it." Giving the half-orc a wink, she continues, "At the very least neither of us can prove I haven't had worse until we figure out what happened to our memories. So, no time to spend worrying about a silly little bite, right?"