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"Gah! Things bite, no like teeth. Bite back, Bite back. Now dead! Hahaha! Now Fumbus on fire. Go away, go away!"
Seeing the acid burning into the skin of purple, Fumbus reaches into his bag and produces a small vial. Grabbing some chemicals he expertly mixes a few things together- shakes furiously, and lobs an electric yellow liquid at the humanoid by Teja.
Fumbus Fire not good on fire. Plan B! Need plan B! What like fire, but not fire? It is now quite obvious that the panicked Goblin has never actually considered that something might be resistant to his preferred alchemical product. He quickly fumbles around in his bag before producing two small vials of green liquid- which he proceeds to throw at purple humanoid and orange fox.
Hustling forward, Fumbus runs toward the flames. "Ooohhhh...", as he stares slackjaw at the supernatural fire. "Special fire! This is holy place!"
Part way up the steps, the creatures emerge from the flame. "Not supposed to do that. Flame is good. People flame is bad"
Pulling a small vial of clear liquid out of his pack, he waves it in front of his companions face. "This will help anyone who wants it"
"Drink! Drink! You need this, fire brother" Fumbus grabs Hopper's hand, forcing into it two vials of a shimmering red liquid "I can make more. Drink! I can make more. Zabu needs too!" as he fumbles in his bag, pulling out the reagents needed to make more of the Elixirs
Seeing the other Goblin in dire trouble, Fumbus yells out. "Not fire brother!" Lobbing the last of his alcemist fires, Fumbus transitions to a sickly green vial, lobbing it at the red leech.
Fumbus dashes down the edge of the embankment, moving towards the remaining red otter. Quickly, two vials leap from his hand and into the creature. Gah! Get away otter. No like wet- dry off with fire!
I didn't notice that either... otherwise I could have easily just brought a different pregen.
"Acid no work. Bomb do better!" as he lobs another vial toward the red otter. His face melts in disbelief as another of his precious alchemists fires falls harmlessly in the water. Retrieving another, he again finds the vials accuracy to be disproportionate to his excitement in throwing it...
"Hey! Where you get Murder Missiles? Those no miss, unlike stupid vials." With the continued misses, Fumbus draws his dogslicer and waves it menacingly toward the otter. "You not dog, but I still slice you. Stay way or else... Otter Slicer!"
The goblin screams out as he rushes forward- lobbing a pale green vial at the closest of the otters. "Fumbus burn! Rescue Doc!"
Fumbus, having spent the better part of the last 5 days inventing new songs about Licemaster's daring exploits, is now quite excited at the idea of something new to distract him. "Licemaster teeth shiny! Sharp!
------ "River is boring- but flaming stone, in middle of water, very interesting!" The small goblin looks around, before realizing the difficulties ahead.
"Gah! Owlbear no burn! Why no burn Mr Bear? Try again! Try again!" Staying put, the goblin finds and releases another of the red vials at the owlbear.
"Licemaster mess with throw! Cannot hit bear with Licemaster!" as he jumps off the sorry creature.
The screams pierce Fumbus' ears, and his hands instinctually reach up to cover them. "Bad sound! Go away. Out of my head. La de da de da". However, despite his best efforts, the eery sound embeds itself in his mind. From the back of his Goblin dog mount, Fumbus pulls two small vials of a swirling red liquid. "Eat this! Fire on fur! Fire on Fur! HAHAHA"
He lobs each at the back corner of the red owlbear.
Heading the opposite direction of the stables, Fumbus looks for a run down building on the edge of the encampment. Glancing about, he finds what he is looking for- a lone goblin on lookout duty. Greenskin always watch longshanks. I know one is here! He calls out to Goblin "I have shiny. Need goblin dog. You bring dog, I give shiny. Hurry, else I make you burn!" The creature disappears into the woods and returns about 10 minutes later- a giant flaky, dandruff laden, rat . He tosses 4 coins to the creature, who quickly disappears back into the woods. Hoping on the creature, he rides back into the encampment to join his fellow pathfinders. Meet Licemaster. Finest dog in all of Findar! Ready to go now" And he rides off, signing to himself.
I would vote that, once we hit the river, we follow it south for a stretch. Otherwise, I think that is an appropriate start based on what we know.
Thanks Hopper. I am very new to PF2 (played 2 games in beta, and have played one game local). The gameplay and action economy make a lot of sense to me (still learning some things, like exploration modes). I have been playing essentially the same system (3.0 -> 3.5 -> PF1) for the better part of 20 years. But character building has been a bit of a bear. I have made a couple characters for kicks and giggles, but there is a lot I just don't get (like archetypes). Other things are taking me a while to digest all the options (like backgrounds). All things that I'll figure out with time and exposure.
"Oh yes! Barn is conundrum to best Goblin philosophers!! I accept answer of 'burn neighbor barn instead' though answer is not settled. Much more debate to be had!" Fumbus' eyes go wide with the description of extra flammable trees. "Have heard many charhides speak of wonder of Findar Fire! Booms and smoke filled the sky! Flames licked the clouds! We go to hallowed ground!!" As the others scamper off to aquire mounts Fumbus looks over at Hopper. "How you get wolfie? No is dog! Longshanks like their horses- they lucky I no have horsechopper, so they will be safe. I have dogslicer! Can't have dogs, else I slice them! Ahahaha Hahah" He turns back to Master Greathammer. "Where you keep Goblin dogs?" "Goblin dog went out lunch! Found himself in city!
I agree that an extra action per hex is a big deal. Fumbus probably wont ride a horse or a dog... being in a party where some will be present is a enough self control. A cart is a possibility, but probably makes moving/maneuvering more difficult. I would "pony" up for a goblin dog if that is an option offered by the voice in the sky.
"Yes, I am Fumbus! Not sure of titles, but sound good! I like. May Keep!" Fumbus takes a sip of the new and improved drink. "Yes. Quite like! Belly happy and warm!" He lets out a small belch to accentuate the point. "To the mission!"
The skull draped goblin slowly recollects himself, remembering his manners. "Mr Book, sir. I will take some brandy too! Too much time travel, not enough time to drink. Yes please. Thank you!" "I have knowledge too! Coins and pictures. No lose memories in silly writings. Still make boom-booms! Win Win! No need fancy books. Just chemicals. And shoes. And more shoes!" He looks about the circle, hopefully seeking agreement of the other pathfinders. "Yes! Jamya understand. No know if she likes the booms, but books go burn. Why place trust in things that burn. Maybe gone. Likely gone!"
Slipping into the circle, a small green creature pokes his head in. "I be Fumbus. Pathfinder like one green skin in each. They no trust the longshanks! Must represent fire-eater! Bomber. BOMB! HAHAHAHA. Fire no scary. Fire is friends." It is only at this moment that his face goes to an expression of shock. "Nother fire-bomb! Pathfinder sent for wrong Fumbus. This Fumbus right Fumbus! Why need...." he trails off- slack jaw starring at the books in the doctors hand.
Thanks for the BB code! I am still open to changing to another pregen in the name of party balance. Otherwise we can have dueling goblin alchemists.
I played an alchemist in the beta of PF2, but haven't played it otherwise. The only "real" PF2 character I have played is a cleric. But, since we have another goblin alchemist I would be happy to change to something else. As I mentioned, the choices at 3 are a little scarce. Rogue
My favorite PF1 character of all time was a ratfolk alchemist I played through giant slayer. He was so much fun, may he rest in peace.
I think I am going to play Fumbus. He is the only of the level 3 pregens that I really care for. It is unfortunate that so few of the pregens have a level 3 option.
Altronus stated in text that he downloaded a digital copy because he was too embarrassed to buy the real one. You can do with that what you please
Altronus walks over and peers at the drawings, attempting to understand their meaning.
”Oh! Kids! You startled me.” Altronus listens to each of the children and their story. He interacts and asks basic questions before hearing the telepathic communication. ”A pet, huh? So where is this pet again? Why don’t you just level with us- what are you guys really doing down here?”
I am going to be off the grid for the next week. Limited internet and posting, but I should still get about one post a day. If needed, please few free to bot me to keep things moving!
Altronus waits patiently while Ispeh messes with the computers. "I am thinking I should learn a little something about these things" he says in reference to to computers. "Maybe i'd have been a bit more useful these last couple hours." As the lights come back on, Altronus moves over to the electric panels and begins to inspect the contents of the electric panels and empty rooms. Specificially, he is looking for signs of recent use or sabotage.
Pushing past the newly minted baker, Altronus closes in on the remaining gangster.
Altonus rushes forward, onto the bridge and up next to the red shirted bounty hunter. As he moves, a ball of energy flickers into life- forming a wicked looking blade.
Altronus stands awkwardly around the morgue with Navasi at his side. "I wonder if the authorities would allow me to observe an autopsy? I have always had a keen interest in..." as he trails off into some dry academic discussion with whoever is on the other side of the counter.
"I think these are all good plans. I am concerned for how long it would take to get a body. Good work on the medical records Iseph!"
"Well. The more details we can build about her new life, the better off she is going to be. I say that she could be a retired cookie baker- seems like the perfect cover for a grandma. I know a couple people who might be... convinced... to attest to her baking skills. Let me send out a couple of messages"
Altronus calls out to Ceren as she leaves, not expecting an answer. "Wait. Who said that WE wanted to play baby sitter?" A moment of silence follows. "Well, that was not a set of ideal circumstances..." He turns back to the kid. "Alright kid... Lets come to some sort of understanding here."
"Well. I suppose we can come up with something to help you out. I think a new ID card and infosphere documentation would probably be a good start. I don't have any skill in that, mind you, but I am sure one of my companions does. Never you worry!"
Altronus gives the street another quick glance, slipping inside with his fellow Starfinders. He sits casually, taking tea in one of his four hands. "I have heard about those implants before. Seems they have been quite effective for some people." His small talk lacks any real degree of charm, but he tries to be conversational. Turning to a more pointed conversation, "It is information that the starfinder's seek. Any details involving these large corporations could have immense value in the right hands." He pauses for a moment before moving on. "I would imagine that if the Starfinders were able to find this location, that perhaps Bluerise might be capable as well?"
Altronus stands just outside the door, looking around the street for any wandering eyes.
However he is distracted by the unusual script painted on the wall of the structure across the road.
It's going to be a slow posting weekend for me. I'll check in here and there, but I doubt I make more than one post between now and sunday. Good thing altronus doesn't have anything to contribute right now...
"Got it! Why didn't she just say that? I don't know anything about this "drifter's end" place, but I suppose we should probably be going."
"While it is very interesting what people can do with computers, this hacking stuff makes no sense to me. Someone want to explain to me what all she was talking about?"
"Use the boost! Use the Boost!" squawks over the radio. "We can still end this. Come on Iseph!"
"Gun it! Gun it! We are almost there! No one else has a chance!"
Altronus voice crackles over the radio. "Don't shoot at velocity! Or Lemgem! I repeat don't shoot at..." as the radio cuts out. "I hate these things", tossing his radio back down on the ground in front of his seat.
From the stands, Altronus cheers on his starfinders- also keeping an eye out for any issues that might arise from the remote racer control.
”Here we go Laboni, Here we go!”
That sounds good to me.
Senko, Huckle Jim, and Khorvax are our best gunners. 1d20+3-1 Navasi and Altronus (Man. Altronus is a very poorly built character, all things considered) are equal. 1d20+2-1 I would vote we put our 3 best gunners on the Kinetic weapons, and then its a coinflip for Navasi or Altronus on the energy gun. I am happy to let Navasi take the controls, or alternate rounds, or whatever.
"Well, I understand is all. Tell you what... once we have knocked out Ratrod, I'll make sure we target Orsis and Nyizin next. I'll let you deal with Velocity." "Either way, I think we have made a reasonable deal..." Altronus starts to walk back out toward the starfinder garage, stops and turns back to Lemgem. "Oh, and make sure you don't use any energy weapons on Ratrod- they only make his racer go faster"
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