MIght as well put Skikkikitikut (nickname Stickie) here too. Definitely an AP I'd enjoy playing sometime.
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I'd like to submit this ratfolk Unchained Rogue (Numerian Scavenger) which was in an Iron Gods game which made it until approximately the first encounter, when the GM disappeared. I haven't double checked that it fits all your criteria, but I believe it is really close, and will adjust it to do so by the deadline.
"No," Skikkikitikut said miserably. "Didn't even get a...ktktktk...hangnail. That would have required touching one of them. I do think my stomach is starting to feel a little better, though.
Skikkikitikut watches as her companions destroy most of the beetles, and makes one more attempt to kill the one next to her.
Very sorry to hear you've got so many rough things going on. I hope things get better for you soon.
Skikkikkitikut still feels ill from all the water she swallowed, but tries to fight off the nearest beetle, and keep it away from Val.
I'm at GenCon right now, so please bot me until Tuesday.
Skikkikitikut shrugs. "I'm ready any time." EDIT: "Although, on second thought -- we should probably look around and see if he left any notes. Does anyone mind if we take some time to thoroughly search the workshop?"
"When we..." Skikkikitikut trailed off. "Yes, of course you are coming with us, just as your sister Sarona is. Thank you for your hospitality." Skikkikitikut returned to her task, when she abruptly realized a golden opportunity was presenting itself. "If this is the workshop, I don't suppose you'd mind showing us what your father was working on before he left? Or anything else he might have brought back from his first trip? There might be something -- ktktktk -- important in which could shed light on what we might be facing in his rescue."
"Tktktktktkt," Skikkikitikut chittered under her breath as she worked. "You never know what you might need later, so it's best to salvage as much as possible. Are you all right, Miss Baine?" she added without looking up. "Do you have any idea what set it off like that? What were you doing when it activated?"
Skikkikitikut leaves the talking and explanations to others, and instead moves to investigate the downed contraption, once Adrien had abandoned it. Looking at the smashed pieces, she picks out any that look particulary useful...or shiny.
"Very...tktktkt...interesting. Why legs like that? Greater stability? Rocky...ktktk...ground? I wish I could get a better look at its...tkt...insides," the ratfolk muttered to herself. Then she approaced closer for a better look, being careful to stay in cover. [ooc]Stickie studies the drone, seeing what she can figure out about it. Then she moves up to one side of the doorway (between the outer wall and the bush), trying to remain unseen.
Skikkikitikut furrows her brow in concern, and follows along behind as best she can.
"Parda? Oh no," Skikkikitikut says. "What was she...tkt...thinking? She had a future, didn't need to make a...ktktk...quick score. Just cause no one can stay in a ring with you for more than a minute doesn't mean you can face down a monster." She pauses, then asks, "So when Khonnir and his team came out, did he bring back any remains from the first teams? Or is that something to ask Val, too? I guess we should go to the Foundry then, kkkk?"
"Questions, questions, questions. Ktktktktktk..." Skikkikitikut chitters excitedly. "Where exactly is this place? And, and, and...tkt...how many parties have you already sent to restart the flame? And who exactly was in them? Tktktktkt...have any of their remains been seen? And has anything ever come out of that entrance before...ktktk...besides really hot fire?" Skikkikitikut pants for a few moments. "I can think of more questions in a minute if you like."
"I know many principles of healing," Skikkikitikut offers. "I can set a broken bone, and treat burns, and bandage wounds to help people recover. And I can--" she looks around at the others, and then stops. "That's what you meant, is it?"
All I want is a blaster. ...and maybe a starship.
Skikkikitikut looks around at the others who have approached. She recognized Khonnir Baine's daughter, Sarona, and the one with the machine, though she had forgotten his name was Adrien until he introduced himself. Of course Sarona would journey to find her father. And with her along, perhaps they won't need me? Skikkikitikut was preparing to slink away, until Zoresk referred to her as "rodent," and her indignation overtook her fear. "My name is Skikkiktikut. But you can call me 'Stickie.' I know," she said, "that primates such as yourself have such flat faces that it can be hard to pronounce." Then her nose droops as she realizes she'd just forfeited her only way out of this foolish expedition. Skikkikitikut brightens again as she looks at Adrien's machine, and realizes she's never been this close to OZ--Ozy--Ozymandius before. She reaches a claw out towards one of his supports, but stops just short of touching him. "Did he--" she starts, then turns directly to the machine. "Did you say 'non-operational'? I could," her fingers twitched in anticipation "take some things apart...tktktkt...put them back together...ktktk...maybe fix some of your systems? If you like? What's the worst that could happen?"
Oh my god, I absolutely LOVE Ozzy already. "Did I do well?" nearly killed me. Agree completely.
The last few weeks had been torture for Skikkikitikut. The flame was gone! What was she to do? Go home? Join a trade caravan? Her kind was only tolerated around the unfurred to the extent that they were useful, and with the flame out her usefulness was fast disappearing. When Miss Freddert had begun talking, Skikkikitikut had hoped against hope she would announce the flames imminent return. Now she had no hope, and all that was left was agitation. "Ktktktktkt, what to do?" she chittered to herself. "What to do?" A large, fearsome stranger declared his intent to solve the problem with strength, and something within Skikkikitikut's heart broke, and she rushed forward. "Miss Freddert! Miss Freddert! Ktktktktktk -- I think you're going about this all wrong. The town is trying to solve a...ktktk...technological problem with, what? Swords? Fists? What are they going to do...smash the fire? Don't you really need someone who can get in and...ktktkt...scout out the situation? Ascertain the problem without being noticed? And then...ktk...fix it? Someone like --" Skikkikitikut fell silent as she noticed the dwarf's measuring gaze. "No, I didn't mean...that is to say...ktktktktktk...I don't think that I--" Skikkikitikut shrugged, helplessly and hopelessly. "Whatever you need," she finished.
Skikkikitikut has been in Torch for over a year, so there's a good chance she knows Sarona, especially since they are both tinkerers. She's very shy around the unfurred, so unless Sarona has approached her, they probably won't have spoken much. I can definitely see her having picked up some of the mechnical toys that Sarona or Val made and taking them apart and putting them back together several times, with the end result probably being something strange but functional. Might also mention that while she currently doesn't worship anyone in particular, Skikkikitikut could definitely be converted to Brigh at some point in the future. As for party role, she's aiming towards covering classic rogue dex skills and non-magical knowledges, and being able to back up wis skills like survival, heal, and sense motive. Combat will be sneaking and natural attacks. Given where we've ended up, partywise, I'm considering taking a level of Gunslinger (Techslinger) once we start finding blasters, though if someone else was planning on going heavily into guns, she'll just support them instead. We've got several Technologists and probably several of us are interested in eventually doing tech crafting. Skikkikitikut was built to handle all facets of that, if need be, but if we want to break things out into specialties, I'm down with that, too. Oh, and she answers to "Stickie" if you ever find yourself getting lost typing all those k's.
Checking in. Thanks for the selection -- this looks to be very cool. |