I have an Android Alchemist who can spot and spring traps and was built for an Iron gods-game!
I would love the chance to continue with her. :) All info in this account.
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I am definitely interested! I created Raven for an Iron gods game that died without explanation during the first book. I'll have to tweak her stats a bit, but that won't be a problem at all! As for time zone, I live in CET.
Congratulations from me, too, Rywokit. ^^
Yikes... I wish you all the best. o_o
Raven fits an arrow into the slot of her crossbow and cranks its spring back as quietly as she can. Her eyes penetrate the darkness as she also seeks danger...
Internet trouble AGAIN. sigh.
I can also recommend someone. Let me see if they're up for an Iron gods game... They did mention all their other games (save one) had gone dead. ^^
"If anyone has cold iron, get it ready," Raven says, a slight frown on her face.
"Naturally," Raven says, blinking once at Locke. She then frowns a little. "Hmm... 'Gremlins'... I seem to recall something. Let me ponder a moment. Sef, can you describe the ones you have seen in more detail for me?"
"Well, then we may hope they have eliminated one another," Raven says. She blinks once. "Unless, of course, they are in negotiations to become allies."
"Thank you," Raven says, bowing her head to Luepel, and then to the young Skulk who brought the wood. "If you would tell me your words for 'thank you', I should like to express my gratitude to this young man." With the pleasantries out of the way, Raven arranges a fire close enough to the stricken pair that they can enjoy the benefit, but not so close that they ought to burn. She rummages among pieces of rock on the floor until she finds two shards that meet with her approval and strikes them together over the kindling with a sharp 'Crack!' Sparks fly into the dry tinder, which catches flame. "There," she says, rising and dusting off her hands. "Now, then. Let us perform some healing."
Raven stares at the Skulks in polite incomprehension.
"Excuse me," Raven says to any Skulks that might be hanging about (she is fairly sure there will be guards), "might we have some wood or other combustible materials so we can warm our stricken comrades? The sooner they are back on their feet, the sooner we can be about our business."
"I would suggest lighting a fire, myself," Raven says. "The heat was taken out of them, so we should put some more in. That is, unless you are prepared to strip naked and share blankets with them? I recall reading that is a very good way to warm people suffering from hypothermia up again."
How many pounds? Eye colour? :) How is your wife doing? Details, man, details! Also: congratulations!
Raven saunters over to the corpse and starts to examine it. "Observe here, here and here," she says, indicating the filaments of rust-coloured fibers along the spine, throat and chest. "An oddity, yes?"
Done. ^^ I hope she'll be out of there, hale and healthy, soon.
"What a fascinating being you are," Raven says, as she approaches the chameleon-like creature, her eyes widening and narrowing rhythmically as she tries to make sense of its dimensions. "Is this effect magical in nature, or is it a natural ability?"
"How nice," Raven says, turning to look for who- or whatever spoke. "I concur with my colleague; if you have peaceful intentions, you are safe to show yourself."
Still struggling with the home signal... >_< Sorry.
Content to follow where the others lead, Raven falls in behind Jack, one hand on her crossbow and an arrow already set in the groove.
"Hello," Raven says, squatting to inspect her find a little more closely. "Look," she says, "but do not immediately touch. Here, seven silver disks. Can we have some scanning spells here, please?"
"I can give it a try, if you like," Raven says, shrugging. She visually sweeps the area as she moves in...
"A brief moment, if you please," Raven says, while thumbing through her dog-eared little book. "I do believe there was a short ceremony for multiple... Ah, yes." Unless anyone tries to stop her, the Alchemist mutters a mercifully brief prayer over the bodies that had become the unfortunate basis for the fungi.
"Indeed," Raven says. "So robbery for profit was not the main objective."
"Oh, it shouldn't happen overnight," Raven says as she straightens up again. "Save a sample anyway. As Locke said, it might be made useful -- under laboratory conditions."
"Hmm, perhaps," Raven agrees with Locke, but she eyes the mold with evident distaste. "I am concerned, however, that if one part survives, the whole might reconstitute itself. It is a mold, after all."
"Excuse me, please," Raven mutters as she pushes past Lazur. "Excuse me... Hmm. Unfamiliar strain." Upon gaining an angle on the slimes, Raven sights along her crossbow and pulls the trigger, sending an arrow quite closely past Locke. "Pardon me. Unfavourable angle, coupled with the desire to help."
I regret to report that my home network is giving me the finger once again. My posting may be patchy for the foreseeable future. >_<; Please DMPC me if necessary...
"From what I recall, they are more prone to setting traps and arranging 'accidents'," Raven says. "Boulders placed just so, toxic vermin induced to nest in specific locations, condiments switched for chemicals. But I concur that we must move swiftly -- after you have all recovered your vision. The blind have no business wandering about in tunnels which may or may not be infested with traps set by determined murderers."
After conversation has died down, and while the group waits for the blindness to wear off, Raven marches over to the dead body and removes a dog-eared little book with numerous bookmarks stuck between the pages from her pack. She briefly, seriously kisses the spiral sign on the cheap, paper cover and turns to a marked page. Possibly to your astonishment, the Alchemist starts to declaim a funeral rite in the Pharasmin tradition...
"Zyphus: deity of: accidental death; graveyards; tragedy," Raven summarizes, her expression still disgusted. "Resident of: Abaddon. Conjecture: born of the first soul to die an accidental death. End goal of clergy: cause ever-greater amounts of tragic, pointless deaths by means of: setting traps for the unwary and enabling accidental deaths, for the purpose of: empowering Zyphus so he may usurp Pharasma." Raven actually spits on the unholy symbol. "Such a thing would rob the office of Death of its dignity and purpose! Zyphus makes lives meaningless by turning death into pure randomness. Moreover, he resides in Abaddon, where the daemons feast on mortal souls! If the lord of pointless death ever becomes the steward of souls, who is to say that anyone would ever reach their proper destination again, save that their patrons gain the favour of Zyphus?"
Raven joins Rywokit in his investigation, wiping the blindheim's body-fluids off her hands with a clean rag. "What have we here?" she asks as she squats next to the body and eyes the symbol. It is really quite unpleasant to see. Raven blinks, and her expression changes to one of utter loathing and rage. It does not do so quickly, however, but by stages, as if the Alchemist is fitting each factor of the feeling into place, deliberately building up to a negative feeling. "Zyphus!" she hisses, fitting her bayonet to her crossbow with a loud 'Clack!'. Raven scoops the unholy symbol up with the tip of her bayonet and marches over to Jack, dumping it at his feet. Her expression is still full of furious disgust. "Break this!" she says. "Smash it beyond recognition! Do it now! -- Please," she amends. "This is... It is associated with one of the vilest deities in the pantheon. A blasphemy against death, against the proper order of mortality... Destroy it."
"The creature is dead," Raven says. "All those blinded, please sit down and wait. The blindness will pass -- it will just take an hour. And no, I am not inclined to simply move on before your vision has returned; that would be dangerous, especially if we meet more opposition." The Alchemist moves between the others and retrieves her arrows from where they alternatively fell or sank into the blindheim's flesh. "I must get a specimen box!" she laments while dissecting the creature's head and back as neatly as possible. "I just do not have the room in my pack for these, and they are virtually priceless to my research...! Ah, me..." Raven shakes her head and continues her investigation, checking for obvious mutations and such which might explain the blindheim's powers.
Raven reloads, sights between Allen and Locke, and fires.
"How frightfully premature," Raven mutters, shaking her head. She pulls a slender vial from one of her pockets, a vial with a stopper of soft clay. filled with a yellowish-green liquid. The alchemist pushes a slender, metal rod through the clay into the liquid, which starts to fizz alarmingly, and she lobs it over the others and over the blindheim. As soon as the foaming, vibrating vial strikes earth, it explodes with a dull roar of concussive force!
"Calm yourselves!" Raven calls. "The blinding effect is temporary; an hour of rest and your eyes will return to normal. Those in front, strike the creature or drive it off!"
"Do get within thirty feet of this creature!" Raven warns. "This is known as a 'blindheim', it can blind you with its gaze! It is a magical beast, not very intelligent. If we must engage it, use ranged weapons!" Putting action to words, Raven fits a bolt to her crossbow and takes aim at the creature, sighting past Locke. The crossbow twangs...
"I concur with Locke," Raven says, nodding. "Moreover, we may find additional information as to the nature and status of those who came here before us, including the father of our charming hostess." She blinks once. "I should like to make a request of those capable of casting cantrips. From here on in, please start scanning for magical auras and do not let up."[b] The Alchemist looks at the various fungi, frowns slightly, and holds up a hand. [b]"One moment while I search my memory. I wonder whether I have not read of these particular specimens before..."
XD You lucky, lucky duck -- er, GM, you!
Raven attempts to climb up after the others...
Raven walks over to the dead beetles, humming under her breath. She squats, retrieving her arrow -- and then starts to perform a quick, impromptu autopsy on the cat-sized insect with the arrow's tip. "Fascinating, fascinating," she murmurs as she examines the contents of the insect's skull and stomach cavity -- and, with a wet crunching sound, she rips off an intact piece of carapace that carries a glowing spot, stowing it as safely as she can in her pack. "Sorry for the wait," she says as she wipes her hands off on the ground and rises, returning to the group. "I do wish I had a specimen box with me. Oh, well. Better luck next time, yes? I can't wait to analyze the chemical deposits in that carapace!"
"Ah," Raven says, blinking once. "Most intriguing. Gratifying, even, to observe interesting local wildlife at this early stage, as it suggests this area is not too polluted to support life. If possible, please leave one specimen mostly intact so I may conduct some research? It might be interesting to determine whether these are natural specimens or mutations of some sort, you see. The specimen would have to be dead, of course, as these appear to be carnivorous specimens, which are known for being unreasonable in the face of scientific investigation.
Even while she prattles on, Raven takes aim at one of the beetles, fires, and fits a new arrow in the groove.
Raven takes a moment to check her own equipment, and fits an arrow to her crossbow before falling into the middle of the group. She looks around with a general air of interest.
"Hmm," Raven says as she looks down on Rywokit. "I would be most interested to find out exactly how you learn. Do you possess a formation comparable to a humanoid brain, or do you store knowledge in some different manner?"
"You might want to start saving up for a wand or some riffle scrolls, then," Raven says, while she starts to wring out her hair. "Shall we start looking for an exit and the way into the bowels of the hill?"
"Before we proceed further," Raven says, "let's bring out the rope and tie off. If the current becomes bothersome or something unreasonable tries to pull one of us under, a rope could save our lives."
"Well, I do hope laundry services will be included in the reward for rekindling the fire," Raven says, turning up her nose at the smell of the water. "I do sometimes wonder why scientific advancement can not be delayed until the undesirable side-effects can be eliminated."
"Buy a rope, nevertheless," Raven says, looking down at Allen. "Ropes are the kind of thing you always find yourself needing at the most inconvenient time. Say, when you are swimming through rapid waters and need to stay connected to someone or something to avoid being washed away." |