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Works for me. Onward ho.
"If there is nothing else, I suggest we make haste. We are not the only ones seeking this legacy."
They might have a kitchen sink we can use. I myself am ten percent kitchen.
The stoic warforged waited silently as the others haggle over the details. He now had his own mystery, mission and reasons for going. A petty thing such as money would not slow his way now.
Nodded his approval of the terms.
"I do not believe for one moment this will be easy. Two beings gave their lives in pursuit of this foundry already, I hope our numbers do not suffer similar fates."
Not 2 B looks to the others, not having kept track of the journal himself.
"Business that includes the mournlands and forged?" Not 2 B chose to remain standing, waiting to see how the next few moments would play out.
"What could you do? A warforged from the Mournland exodus has murdered a man for some object, and now I am part of this. It is not to my liking in part or total."
Not 2 B stared unblinking at the attendant. "No." He let the statement hang between them.
The warforged keep his assumptions to himself for now, not knowing what this might mean either for those that left or that which she had sought. He had the feeling someone had just dragged him into deep mud.
[B]"A morgue for a created, we are coming up in the world. My name is Not 2 B, I was one of those accosted by this person. I was hoping I might see if this one kept markings I might recognize.... and also to pay respects to one of my own. To survive the war and yet to lay ones life down against all odds... it makes very little sense." Not 2 B stared at the body as he spoke, his eyes looking for some semblance of meaning in the lifeless mess.
"We all fought. Maybe I will recognize this one, or marks of who they fought with. It is worth a look at least."
"I will be present at the tavern." Not 2 B nods his head to his companions and goes to bother the constabulary. "Hello. Might I look over the deceased assailant?"
"I do not see how this is considered exciting. Mildly inconvenient at best." The warforged stated in his detached manner. Not even the rain could cheer his current disposition, he could tell the inconvenience of this day was about to get much worse.
"We should debrief in private." Not 2 B urged his companions.
I will have to ask him. I tend to just play whichever addition I can find a game for, I can make whatever character I play feel right to me anyway.
Eldest plays some, favors shadowrun mostly. His sister plays vampire along with her wife. The younger kids have not really taken to it, though I did run a campaign of gamma world for them that was more humorous than anything.
Eldest is 26, the youngest were born last year. Seven total. 26, 24, 15, 11, 7, and twins at less than a year old.
Now I am feeling nostalgic for old modules. Maybe I can get the kids to sit through Tegel manor.
"Walking in the rain we came upon the deceased and witnessed the assailant retreating over the side of the bridge. We argued about what we needed to do about the situation, one of our number checked the body while another while another chased after the assailant. I shouted for you to come attend to this crime. The assailant reappeared, threatened to kill us if we did not hand over the contents of the victim's pouch and was quickly dispatched. We argued over what to do, and you arrived taking the choice out of our hands."
Well... I tried. Good game, looking forward to our imminent executions.
"Constable, I am the one who shouted upon first finding the body. Would you be so kind as to take us in until this can be sorted out? I am sure whatever the assailant was after resides within the pack my companions have there."
"I would suggest we await detainment and questioning."
Holds his fire incase the target tries to run.
"Counter offer, turn yourself in now and I will spare your life." Leveling his crossbow and aiming it at the criminal.
Not 2 B continues to observe, slowly removing his crossbow and placing his foot in the stirrup so he might pull back the string. If he had killed this man and been interrupted he would try to pick off the witnesses...
The construct stands still for a moment, looks between his companions as there is little else to do, and without much emotion to it he begins shouting at the top of his volume range. "THERE HAS BEEN A MURDER HERE. SEND GUARDS. I REPEAT. MURDER. GUARDS." He continues to shout as his compatriots discuss what to do about the body.
Sounds good. Thanks.
"It is a good day. Hides movement, masks sound, very useful to be out in." Not 2 B's mechanical voice chirped, his usual tinny resonance sounding much more vibrant with the rain wetting his throat. True to his word the little warforged was nearly invisible in the torrential downpour, almost like he had been made to be at home in it.
Ok, to be fair, feat tax isn't going to effect my build much either. So, leave it up to the fighters honestly. I have a question, are we using Ebberon action points, pathfinder hero points, or just not worrying about all of that. On a side note, I am actually finding it ridiculously hard to figure out what to buy for my warforged other than repair kit and bolts for my crossbow...
I can see where it might feel like it detracts from the fighter class, and any other class that gets a collection of martial feats, and if martial mastery wasn't human only and so later in levels I would be less inclined towards the inclusion of feat tax rules since my issue revolves around the weapon group specifically. I have had too many occasions in APs and regular games where the party finds a collection of weapons that the fighter could use, but because it was a ranseur or pike instead of a halberd, or a light mace instead of a heavy, the cool and flavorful item just gets tossed in the sell pile.
Not familiar with that one. Only thing they came up was a feat tax fix, which I am all for by the way.
"Not 2 B seeks purpose. Large city increases the probability I will find new purpose."
Not 2 B story: Life had been weird since the end of the war, granted life had probably been weird during the war by most standards. Half a life spent fighting in hills and mountains trying to cut off supply routes and harass the enemy so they could not find rest, the other half spent trying to make a life in a world not made for his kind. Then came the protests, no war no warforge. What do the warforged do in a land after war? Slowly the answers fell into place, he built a life, made a place and a job for himself. He repaired things where once he destroyed, interacted with people when all he known was quiet payrolls and enemies off in the distance.
During the war he was 1778376-2849-2B. He did not know who he was in this world yet, but he knew he was not 2 b.
One rather bored droid continues to hold his fire as Till a talks to the newcomer. He has not been given any "trouble" per the mistress's command.
Not 2b ambled out into the crowd and a crossed to where Rylla had posted up. Without saying a word, the droid takes up a position about 6m to the side of the soldier in case it became necessary to open fire on anyone who came out of the "club". |