Raff fails to spot the dragon entirely, instead raising an eyebrow at larisas behavior. "The hell are you kneeling at?"
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As things come to an end in the fight Raff falls back on his haunches, huffing and puffing. "Whew... Good... Good job there Zeke... That was pretty hard fought." Shakily standing up, he takes the first swig from his flask you've seen him take in a while before coming up on the boy with the rest of the group. "Right, right. Anyways, should we get him home right away? The troll situation seems to be getting pretty urgent."
Raff dismounts his horse, placing him within striking distance of the skull (Longarms) and strikes at the wisp as Zeke does the same from its opposite side.
Raff focuses on the wisp with a deadly glare, swinging his falchion with force at the creature.
Raff moves his steed through the gate, parking it next to the wisp that Zek is currently engaging. Swinging his blade down on the being.
Raff repeats his routine with the other lizard man, whirling his blade and gnashing his teeth in a fit of both chemical and natural rage. "Rahahaha! Rip and tear the savages!"
Raff snaps himself out of the unexpected stupor. Must have mixed one of those with some off ingredients. Before slashing at the nearest lizard man with his falchion and twisting to the side of his horse for a bite.
Hey guys, just want to say sorry for being so slow to post lately. I've been sick and busy and haven't had a whole lot of time for any of my games. I am however, feeling better now and stuff has calmed down.
Raff spurs his horse forward, dismounting right at the gates as he prepares to descend upon the lizardmen.
Raff tosses back many potions as they approach their destination. Amounge them are bottles labeled "Enlarge person", "Long arms", "Monkey fish" and his canteen of Mutagen that has become a familiar sight. He offers his last bottle of long arms to the group. "Makes your arms all lanky, useful, trust me."
Raff gives Seres a angry frown in return. "Not accusing them because their ancestors did it Seres. I'm accusing them because Lizardfolk STILL do it... And thanks for going for the jugular with the Half-orc card. Real nice of you." He turns away from Seres with a huff.
"Meh. Kidnaping cannibles are pretty high on the list of things I dont reason with."
"Aight then, let's kill us some lizard men!" Raff spurs his horse on, he follows after Larisa.
The whole way there Raff keeps a lookout for tracks and signs of Larisa's passage.
Raff burbs and follows Connor out the door. "A fair *Burp* and kind assessment as always my friend." With that Raff stumbles to his quarters.
Raff, on his fifth round of whatever the pub has too offer, approaches Conner and asks to steer towards the elven ruins near the Narlmarches.
And we only need to hit it once after dealing enough damage naturally to kill it.
Raff stare's at the newly erected brewery for a moment, licking his chops before turning his attention back to the group. Responding too Veronica."Yep, can't wait to show those bastards who's the real big, green and ugly around these parts."
"Knocking out jobs left and right we are!" Turning swiftly to Veronica he grabs Ezekial with one arm and booms. "Well I'd wager mine could use some brushing up too! Mayhaps Zeke could tutor us? Eh, Zeke?" Raff squeezes Zeke with his alchemicaly enhanced arm and gives him a sly wink.
I can make potions if given time to prep, Only need a little less than a day to make one.
Raff reaches for his falchion with one hand and for his mutagen flask with the other. Downing the contents his upper body bulks up considerably in an instant, he bares his tusks and raises his falchion to the chiefs face. He then shouts in broken draconic "We're the dragons of this land, little lizard! We won't be disrespected by a coward like you!"
Raff acts quickly and excitedly when Conner makes his statement, making way towards Sootscale with a focus on his face. Reaching out to grab the chief in muscly arms.
Raff takes a knee as he huffs out of exhaustion. "Well... All's well that ends well I suppose. Whew... Where too next? Hope we have some time, I've been thinking during the ride, I have an idea on how to make potions at an accelerated rate. Could be useful if I can get it to work."
Alrighty! Level into Investigator
Taking the Extra talent feat to take the Infusion discovery. Gaining studied combat:
With a keen eye and calculating mind, an investigator can assess the mettle of his opponent to take advantage of gaps in talent and training. At 4th level, an investigator can use a move action to study a single enemy that he can see. Upon doing so, he adds 1/2 his investigator level as an insight bonus on melee attack rolls and as a bonus on damage rolls against the creature. This effect lasts for a number of rounds equal to his Intelligence modif ier (minimum 1) or until he deals damage with a studied strike, whichever comes first. The bonus on damage rolls is precision damage, and is not multiplied on a critical hit.
An investigator can only have one target of studied combat at a time, and once a creature has become the target of an investigator’s studied combat, he cannot become the target of the same investigator’s studied combat again for 24 hours unless the investigator expends one use of inspiration when taking the move action to use this ability. Studied strike:
At 4th level, an investigator can choose to make a studied strike against the target of his studied combat as a free action, upon successfully hitting his studied target with a melee attack, to deal additional damage. The damage is 1d6 at 4th level, and increases by 1d6 for every 2 levels thereafter (to a maximum of 9d6 at 20th level). The damage of studied strike is precision damage and is not multiplied on a critical hit; creatures that are immune to sneak attacks are also immune to studied strike.
If the investigator’s attack used a weapon that deals nonlethal damage (like a sap, whip, or an unarmed strike), he may choose to have the additional damage from studied strike be nonlethal damage instead of lethal damage. If the investigator chose to make an attack with a lethal weapon instead deal nonlethal damage (with the usual –4 penalty), the studied strike damage may also deal nonlethal damage. The investigator must be able to see the target well enough to pick out a vital spot and must be able to reach such a spot. An investigator cannot use studied strike against a creature with concealment. Swift alchemy:
At 4th level, an investigator can create alchemical items with astounding speed. It takes an investigator half the normal amount of time to create alchemical items. He can also apply poison to a weapon as a move action instead of a standard action. Learned the Extracts Crafters fortune and See invisibility Distributed my 10 skill points thusly 3 diplomacy
Learned the languages: Draconic, Giant, Skald Feel free to ask for extracts now that I have the infusion discovery. Look through the investigators list and find some that you like and we can put some money towards getting them.
Raff cries out in pain as he lashes out at the woman, only this time harder and more wildly. "Argh! This isn't even what we're out here for! We still have the GOD'S DAMN TROLLS TO KILL!"
Raff steps forward and yells at the ghost, bringing his falchion down on the woman.
Slayers sound like a good idea for a lvl 1 army.
Raff had turned too at Veronica as the woman arose, failing to notice her in the process. "Just a joke. Besides, It says ring bell for service. Really, what COULD go wro-" The woman speaks and nearly topples Raff in surprise.
Raff shrugs at the whole scene, walks a bit ahead and taps the bell. "What's the worst that could happen."
We could go at it with some sacks of flour in hand. Fairy fire could work too if we can find a druid, no save.
Raff chuckles at Veronica's reaction to Zeke's offer, nearly choking himself on the contents of the flask he had been nursing. Wiping his mouth, Raff sits up and raises his drink to Ezekial. "Got all the warmth we need right here!" He says, flopping back down onto his bed. "So you can just come on over here if it gets too cold for yeah."
Raff raises an eyebrow to the translator before looking back to the chieftain. "Why exactly is he making this request? What's so important about those places?"
Raff looks up at Ezekial as comments on his woodsyness. "All out of necessity I assure you. Got stuck in the woods once so it was either learn this garbage or die, almost did really. If it hadn't been for that old fart..." Raff shakes his head and goes back to work. "But here I am gabbin on, bitten all over and cutting up a worg. Your right! These things are dangerous we should probably deal with'em if they've been givin you guys trouble."
"I HATE the gods damn woods!" Raff growls as he stands. He kicks the red Worgs corps as he retrieves his travelers anytool, he flips it into a skinning knife and gets to work removing the oddly colored beasts pelt. "Told'em I would. Though I think he'll make a better cloak."
Raff, still on the ground cursing and yelling, Slashes at the red Worg once more. Trying despretly to down it.
Unfamiliar with Kingdom building, but just skimming it all makes me think this all looks good.
Raff lashes out at his aggressors with string of enraged insults. "You whoreson's! I'll rip of your pelts and turn you into rugs for the town!"
Raff, finally dismounting his stead, throws back an all to familiar potion as he lands, bulking up to monstrous proportions as he finishes the quaf. Finally he shouts at the beasts in a strange tongue before drawing his blade. Aklo: "You've made a grave mistake attacking us beasts. We've come to vanquish a different evil, but if you insist."
Raff, in an attempt to dismount his horse, gets his foot caught in the saddle. Slowing him down considerably.
"The trolls are a more immediate sounding threat, I'd like to take them out and secure the Narlmarches in one fail swoop. Seems the most efficient and safe way to go about things. Thoughts?."
Raff puts his hand on his chin at the news. "Trolls eh? Two headed ones to boot, not good. Conner, if we're going to deal with this we'll need fire or acid." Raff fidgets a little where he stands, you see him reach for the pocket he usually keeps his flask in only to find nothing. He whispers a bit under his breath. DC 15 percaption: "Hold it together. Your a government official, act like it.
"Oh, wow... Marshal eh? Are... You sure about that Conner? I mean, I only just joined up with you lot. For all you know I could be a more competent version of our deceased spy." Raff accepts the flask back from veronica with a thanks before adding. "I'll accept if your adamant, I just want to make sure that this is what you want."
Doting in, I'm willing to fill any roll the kingdom needs. Just point and Raff will do.
Raff, typically blurry eyed during long speeches, seems to be rather captivated by Veronica's this time around. Giving a very toothy grin he says "That's probably the best solution to this there is, good job. Your thoughts Conner?" Raff tosses Veronica the rest of his flask. "A drink well earned."
"Fort Drelev is to the west of here in the Stolen Lands, on the banks of Hooktongue slough near the Pitax frontier. Independent of any of the River Kingdoms though." Raff recites his knowings in a confident voice, right before throwing back his flask (Which Conner knows to be little more than water with a splash of booze.)
Where he alive I'd have a myriad of alchemical tomfoolery I could use to lower his saves. But, seeing as he now lacks a metabolism, I've very little I can do.
Raff would have taken the handshake, thanked conner for his faith in him and then gone quite. Perhaps offering him a drink of his backup flask. Raff is concise and to the point, as he lacks any real social skills outside of boughts of inspiration.
I missed it mind quoting it for me?
"Was he carrying the mercantile products he claimed too be? If not I'd say that's at the very least Circumstanceially incriminating, no real reason to be in town otherwise."
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