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Ripnok is about to reply with a witty retort before shaking his head and deciding that a explosion will say everything he needs to say to those who shot an arrow at him.
Seeing Cahal not get eaten or otherwise reduced to semi-gelatinous goo, Ripnok follows him into the room.
Well my friends...we didn't get dressed up for nothing. Ripnok pulls a potion from his belt that looks different to the others which he quaffs. You see his movements begin to get a bit more graceful than they already are, his fingers lengthening ever so slightly. In addition you see what look like overlapping scales begin to form over his limbs.
How fascinating! Ripnok says as he follows Oren into the room.
Ripnok adds a bit of silver powder to his mix and it instantly stops bubbling and goes inert. Better save it for the bad things. He gets his gear together and follows Cahal
It is a combination of sulfur dioxide, saltpeter, aluminum, phosphorous and hydrogen peroxide. It is quite an energetic reaction. Would you like to see? He begins preparing various items together with a look of mad glee on his face. You begin to see a frothing and boiling coming from the vial...
Wonderful! I will get to test my new compounds! Ripnok veritably bounces with excitement.
Well since Ripnok was right outside the tent, Jesail won't have to go far for him. He is a bit confused because he thought we were supposed to gather outside her tent but Jesail just came from there so it must be so. Ripnok will walk right into her tent.
Ripnok smiles at Oren and says I slept fine Oren...How did youuuu sleep? Ripnok gives you an exaggerated wink. I have been working on the most incredible formulae. I have done some calculations based upon weight and new insights I have had into the process of inverse thermodynamic theorums based upon my masters work and I believe that he may have miscalculated... Ripnok continues to ramble on and on until someone tells him to shut up.
Ripnok has been in a perpetual stupor since the Pugnitztikz was killed. When he wakes after being kicked, a not unfamiliar experience to a goblin slave, he goes to where Almah will address the caravan and looks around at the assembled party. Seeing Oren leave her tent he is puzzled as to why he is in there but thinks nothing more of it.
** spoiler omitted ** Ripnok yells out in Goblin in his excitement Kortha tesh bsza! Goblin translation:
It went that way! He then runs towards a cactus to chase after the creature.
Perception
Ripnok looks at Jesail and smiles, I'm a slave. I am on this journey trying to earn my freedom. That and to be able to travel and meet all these people is a bonus! I am also hoping to find more ingredients and items for use in my craft. Would you like to see?!? He gets an almost manic look on his face and pulls out some vials and starts mixing things together, the vial bubbling like mad and violently...
Jesail ignores Dashiki's torment and pulls out a lamp and lights it. He then turns to the group and hand the lamp to Oran. "I've found the tracks. Keep close and be wary. Pugwampi are tricky little devil's". With that, Jesail will lead the way. Woo hoo! Here we go! Ripnok smiles a ghastly smile, row upon row of sharp teeth glinting in the torchlight. With that he starts singing in Goblin Goblin: On the road again! Just can't wait to get on the road again! He only know those words to the song and sings those over and over again.
[b]Oh I'll go! I want to see these pugnaftuts that are supposed to be gremlins but aren't. Ripnok runs off to get his kit and comes back clinking and clanking from his many bottles and beakers. You have seen him do this before and it is strange because the bottles only seem to clink when he wants them to. He can be extremely quiet when needs be.
"Fyn a est alen dies?" Ripnok says with confused expression. Translation from Goblin: Should we be insulted?
Ripnok is stunned for a second at the flood of information. Umm...yes there was a large fire that consumed one of the wagons and killed one of the travellers with us. Is there a way to track them?
Perception Check
Ripnok will look at the man and then shrug his shoulders and say Well if you say so. He will then go find Isz and the other members of the group that he has been interacting with and tell them what the man said.
I have never heard of Pugwampi's. Wouldn't they have left tracks if they were responsible? Perhaps we have someone that could follow their tracks.
Ripnok gets a confused expression on his face and says "What is a Pugwhatzits?
Ripnok gets a confused expression on his face and says "What is a Pugwhatzits?
Ripnok will take a look at the cards and see if there is any pattern to them or anything strange or out of the ordinary, besides the obvious fiery wreckage that is.
Ripnok interrupts his rant to go over to Oren. What is it Oren?
When Isz comes over and tells Ripnok what happened he is incensed. What complete foolishness! Why if it hadn't been for you that mans livelihood would have run off into the desert and then where would he be. I swear the gall of some people! Have we not made it abundantly clear that we are not typical goblin slaves? He says this getting a bit more agitated as he goes on ranting in the goblin tongue.
I cannot promise I won't eat any animals. After all that is where meat comes from. Perhaps there is a way to synthesize animal matter by combining...Ripnok starts rambling and talking to himself about the possibilities of creating artificial meat. He wants to inspect the carriage to see if he can determine how the fire was started.
As soon as the fire engulfs the wagon, Ripnok stares in awe for a few moments, the longing for the flames that his race adores momentarily overwhelms his senses. He shakes himself free of his daze and starts throwing buckets of water at the fire. Not doing much but he does not have any skill with horses. He has incredibly good aim with the water but cannot throw too much as he is not very strong. While doing this he looks around to see if there is anyone still inside.
"Sulfur tastes funny. Smells like bad eggs too. I curious, Ripnok could you make potions for me? I pay you." Ripnok is ecstatic! My first real customer! I would be privileged to make potions for you. You only need tell me what you wish me to make and I will do my best to make it for you. In his excitement, Ripnok trips getting up and several of his vials go flying. One hits a rock and starts sputtering but Ripnok is able to get it under control before any explosions. His ears quiver in embarrassment as he sits back down to ask what sort of potions Kesh would like.
Cahal's eyes widen terribly as he listens to the two goblins. Then he bursts out: "Ah! Ah! Ah! You two are the weirdest goblins I've ever met. Well, I never had long conversations so to speak... Did you get morphed in goblins for bad behaviour by the Packmasters? Let me guess... Gnomes, right?! Ah! Ah! Ah! Anyway, a slave is a slave is a companion. As long as you don't try to eat me, we can work something out! You mentioned Alchemy. Are you also a student of the 'Great Art'?" Ripnok looks puzzled for a second. I don't think I was a gnome before although I suppose it is possible if someone erased my memory after the transformation. They would have to have used a powerful transformative spell or potion to get that to work permanently. I can see the appeal with doing so. I wonder if... He rambles on for a moment until he sees everyone staring at him. To answer your question my last master was the great Ignatio Soravel. He did not exactly teach me but he tended to talk out loud when he worked so I picked up the basics. I think he would have been horrified if he had known all I had been able to learn from him. Are you a student of Alchemy as well? I have been working on the most wondrous... He starts rambling again about various metals and powders and whether his bombs are better made with sulfur or phosphorous as their base and on and on until someone interrupts him again. He never takes offense when someone interrupts him by the way, he seems to take it as a given that people will.
"I slave once, a few years ago. I freed by a raid. I don't like it when people abuse others cause I been abused all my life by others." He looks around as if to find someone."No slave masters around? Cleric seems to nice, and so does caravan master." Looks back at Cahal and Marossa. "If there are no masters, why you still slaves?" Oh a great many things but right now I just wish to get to know those I travel with. Up until now I haven't been allowed out of my master's laboratory much and I am greatly enjoying being out here with all of you. It is certainly exciting to be getting underway isn't it? I mean I love this desert air and the clear blue sky. Lots of interesting people to talk to also and I am traveling to earn my freedom so that I can continue my craft and become the greatest alchemist the world has ever seen and the fact that I am a goblin won't matter because I am so famous and... He will just keep rambling on unless someone stops him.
A small goblin with an extremely large grin plastered across his face, which makes him look a bit disturbing, wanders up to your small group. Hello, beautiful day isn't it? I'm Ripnok. What are your names? He is wearing what looks like the tattered remnants of the top half of a wizards robes, tied with twine at strategic points to keep it in place. He verily clinks and clanks with various vials and liquids around his person and will occasionally stop and pour and ingredient here a splash of this there at seemingly random times.
Ripnok will attempt to help look for food as well...even though he has no idea what he is doing.
Ripnok has been having the time of his life with the group. He is out in the open, traveling, seeing the sun and genuinely enjoying the trip. He is not burdened by some of the others with the heat as his potions are able to relieve him. He has been amazed at the treatment that he and the other goblin have received. No one has spit on him or kicked him at all. That priest even healed the other one when he had fallen from the heat. He has tried to engage the other goblin but has had little opportunity. Perhaps when we camp tonight the opportunity will present itself.
spoiler: Ripnok would not have a problem with it. If I could have afforded it he probably would have had some of his own for use in various extracts, potions, mutagens and the like. I have no problem keeping a few doses on hand and roleplaying out the addiction with her. Ripnok, having seen the effects of the addiction before would probably be trying to see if there was an alchemical alternative that may eventually be able to wean her off of it.
Ripnok is probably one of the oddest goblins you have ever seen. He wears glasses and speaks in a very cultured and verbose tongue. He is constantly fiddling with an array of vials, potions and tonics that he carries in numerous pouches and pockets. He seems to mutter to himself quite a bit and occasionally will brighten suddenly and make an exclamation such as "That's it!" or "Of Course!", and then invariably you will hear some sort of fizzing or small explosion as he combines several items. He is very happy to talk to anyone who will talk with him chatting at length about any topic. He seems genuinely and pleasantly surprised that anyone would give him a second thought. What with him being a slave and all.
I may be taking some item creation feats. Not totally sure yet though.
Did you like Ripnok's image? Not the avatar the one that i posted with the link. I thought it was pretty fitting :)
Here's Ripnok! Let me know if you have any questions.
Ok, looks like I need another concept! I guess it's karma for what happened in my game selection that a preselected makes the same concept as me with the goblin rogue. Oh well back to the drawing board.
Ok here is Ripnok the goblin. He is currently a slave in Katapesh but has joined onto the expedition in order to win his freedom. He has lived his whole life as a slave and is determined to be free. He has a good heart which is odd for a goblin, but is mostly because he feels like the gods are testing him against his evil blood and he wants to make sure that the gods are approving of him. Specifically he worships Sarenrae, who he believes appeared to him in a vision, and told him the path he must walk. Ripnok: RIPNOK CR 1/2
Male Goblin Rogue 1 CG Small Humanoid (Goblinoid) Init +5; Senses Darkvision (60 feet); Perception +4 -------------------- DEFENSE -------------------- AC 18, touch 16, flat-footed 13. . (+2 armor, +5 Dex, +1 size) hp 9 (1d8+1) Fort +1, Ref +7, Will +1 -------------------- OFFENSE -------------------- Spd 30 ft. Melee Dagger +6 (1d3/19-20/x2) and . . Shortsword +6 (1d4/19-20/x2) and . . Unarmed Strike +6 (1d2/20/x2) Ranged Shortbow +6 (1d4/20/x3) Special Attacks Sneak Attack +1d6 -------------------- STATISTICS -------------------- Str 11, Dex 21, Con 13, Int 17, Wis 11, Cha 10 Base Atk +0; CMB -1; CMD 14 Feats Rogue Weapon Proficiencies, Weapon Finesse Traits Dirty Fighter, Earning Your Freedom: Will Save Skills Acrobatics +9, Bluff +4, Disable Device +10, Disguise +4, Escape Artist +9, Fly +7, Knowledge: Dungeoneering +7, Knowledge: Local +7, Perception +4, Ride +9, Sense Motive +4, Sleight of Hand +9, Stealth +17, Use Magic Device +4 Languages Common, Draconic, Goblin, Halfling SQ Trapfinding +1 Combat Gear Arrows (20), Dagger (5), Leather, Shortbow, Shortsword; Other Gear Backpack (empty), Blanket, Disguise kit (10 uses), Pouch, belt (empty), Thieves' tools, Whetstone, Whistle, Signal -------------------- SPECIAL ABILITIES -------------------- Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only). Dirty Fighter +1 damage when flanking. Sneak Attack +1d6 +1d6 damage if you flank your target or your target is flat-footed. Trapfinding +1 +1 to find or disable traps. Hero Lab® and the Hero Lab logo are Registered Trademarks of LWD Technology, Inc. Free download at http://www.wolflair.com
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