No worries here GM. Sneakerz has eternal life and time to wait! Glad he dropped off his body first and doesn't need to stand around carrying it indefinitely. Sorry Skaav.
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Sneakerz stands there, a bit dumbfounded, and more than a bit angry at the obvious displays of disregard for life. Slowly though he does count them and then us. "Too many." He whispers, kneeling down with the others to watch and listen.
Sneakerz picks the direction he thinks is correct but often looks back to see if anyone has a better idea. This odd fog doesn't help his iffy sense of direction. As he goes he constantly has to keep himself from stopping to pick up dead wood. The wood can wait. No one is burning wood right now. He pauses to look at a chittering squirrel, they used to be afraid of him, but now he's just like the others, an intruder to their forest. "Am I going the right way?" He asks, speaking slowly, trying to recall what its like to speak a full sentence.
Sneakerz nods, knowing of this important lantern, heads that way. His hands now free of burden he draws out his glaive while taking on the burden of being in the front.
Sleep well and good luck with the rigors of life, no rush here.
Where are you in that time zone? I spend almost all of my time in Asia. I'd love to find in-person games, but haven't had much luck except in SG. Enjoy your vacation!
Sneakerz seems a bit torn on the next steps.. follow the still fresh trail or continue to the last home next. He looks to the others to decide.
Sneakerz nods in appreciation for all the help, his dry tear ducts wishing they could be more expressive at the situation. "Thank you. Next home, for Tatsuki." He heads outside, nodding in thanks to Skaav for the help.
Sneakerz steps inside the home and briefly looks around. He seems not surprised, but disappointed no one is there to take the body.
Not remembering exactly what the proper way is to deposit the dead, he does what looks most comfortable. This is how I would have preferred to rest. He finds the bedroom and lays the body out on a bed, however looks most comfortable. He pulls a clean sheet or blanket over the body. Afterwards he looks around for a flower, be it real or a drawing, laying it over the man's chest. If he can't find one he draws one himself: a rose.
"I am done. Next home."
Sneakerz looks at Amila as she speaks, feeling the power of her words in his own tired bones. He looks around feeling a bit confused at just what happened, but before long feels the refreshingness of a calmed spirit. "Thank you." He whispers. --- The almost immediate appearance of Skaav gives him pause. "I have seen this one." He nods in agreement with Petal, and again in recognition of Skaav before returning to his first duty: the bodies. He hoists up the corpse and looks down the path, ready to continue.
Lots of sicknesses going around this time of year. Be well!
Sneakerz pauses after he hears the footsteps, turning around to look around. He hisses with annoyance, a sound that may have been different when he was alive. He sets down the body onto the edge of the path and takes out his glaive, moving towards the sounds of footsteps.
I'll be on an ice fishing trip most of this week, not sure if I'll have service or not to post. Please bot if necessary.
Sneakerz stops mindlessly gyrating his jaw while he looks around Amila's home once Petal speaks up. "Ok." He rasps, heading outside to pick up the corpse once known at Ren. He tries to place the face, but between his cobwebbed brain (literally.. there are a few spiders living in there) and Ren's distorted, poisoned face, he can't place him.
Whatever works out is fine on my end. Froggy seems to be pretty overstretched at the moment.
Sneakerz also lays the corpse down next to the other, nodding to himself that he's doing the right thing. He checks out the house for Amila, just in case its haunted, or harboring evil. He nods slowly as she notices the wood pile, he stoops to restack a piece that's toppled off. Delivering wood was not just about helping the town, but he took his time to leave the stack neatly, or sometimes in a fetching design when the mood struck. As she starts to offer food he waves off the offer "No thank you, not hungry." He pats his gaunt stomach, something he's seen others do when food comes up. His jaws reflex audibly with a few clicks out of habit. Mostly he just stares blankly at the different art pieces and pictures throughout her home. You think he enjoys them but its hard to tell. Once and a while he looks around as the smell of food wafts about, almost like he's trying to sort out memories from the foggy air.
Sneakerz jaw moves reflexively at the mention of food. Its been a long time since he needed to eat and the thought of chewing and swallowing something danced in the thick cobwebs of his mind. "Po. Tay. Toe?" He says questioningly at the purple colored spud before continuing the trek through the fog. His jaw still slowly grinding back and forth as he walks.
Enjoy K!
Ah ok, ya OGL stuff. So I'm going to assume any spells with manipulate trait require a free hand and any without do not? Since before it was based on the number of actions in the cast time for single verbal casts like shield? Ya I'm going for warrior bard that then adds in maestro stuff. Action economy really does seem like something you'll always be juggling.
Alright. I hadn't read into vitality trait thoroughly yet. It was just odd to see them add healing to soothe when it didn't have it before. Either way, I'm excited to try out a BARD for the first time ever. Its also odd they seemed to have taken away many of the mentions for verbal, etc on spell casting. I guess some multi action spells have the manipulate tag, others don't. To me they made it less clear on casting with hands full.
Sneakerz nods in acknowledgement to Amila but doesn't have anything to add.
Doing some work on a new PC, I noticed the changes to the sooth spell... unless they changed how healing works on the dead, it may no longer be a viable option for us folks that don't like the healy healy stuff. Soothe: Spell 1: Concentrate Emotion Healing Manipulate Mental: Source Player Core pg. 357: Traditions occult
Sneakerz nods at Puc-Lee, readjusts the corpse over his own shoulder, then starts walking towards Ren's home, his eyes and ears trying to pierce the fog Once they've moved down the way a bit he speaks to the group "Thank you. The spirits of the dead do not like to be forgotten. They can be angry if you do." His voice still a bit raspy from disuse, but its improving in its speed and fluidity. He walks at a slow pace, either from the heavy body or the dense fog.
Sneakerz leans down closer to the tiny winged Sakura, pauses, then nods in the affirmative before straightening back upright. He waits patiently for the information he needs from Ha before heading in that direction.
Sneakerz just stands in place, holding the corpse of a man, his jaw cracked open slightly as a creaking wind escapes in the form of words "Where is his home. He must go to his home." He seems pretty steadfast to deliver the body to its resting place. Not to be lost in a ditch for the wilds to devour, perhaps someday rising with less honorable goals than he. He looks again at Ha, the creaking wind getting louder and more persistent this time. "Where is his home!"
Sneakerz bends down to look at the bite marks and odd color of the guard corpses, wondering if he too could figure out what happened... Nope!
He pokes at the bite marks but his brain has no light bulb moment. Instead he carefully moves over to place the fire wood beside the entrance of the guard tower as he'd done many times before. "I'll move these." He groans, bending over and grabbing each of the blue creature's by the foot and dragging them off into the edge of the wood from whence them came. He heads back to help with the bodies of the guards, trying to connect them with their homes. He moves with slow purpose, focusing on one manageable task at a time. Delivering a corpse home is apparently first on the list right now. He works to hoist up the nearest body before asking Ha "Which is his home?"
Sneakerz stands there in front of the group, looking down at the corpses, then back up at the woman, shifting weight nervously back and forth between his white shoes. His mind tries to remember the sayings he's heard but every time he remembers one the little one says it... "Oh! Ghosts don't like to be called ghosts." He croaks, voice cracking like a boy coming into his own. He continues to stand there nervously, doing his best however to keep between the guard and the others.
Sneakerz takes a few moments to admire their handiwork before regathering up the firewood that's left. He leads the others in the direction they wish to go.
Sneakerz is a bit surprised but quickly warms up to the assistance. Its pretty clear his crafting skills are not very developed, but his heart is in the right place. "Yes!" He groans as it starts to take some shape.
"Not Good." Groans Sneakerz as he sees the statue gone and the lantern on the ground. He doesn't remember just why its important, but its different, so he tries to help the tiny one fix it. He drops his bundle of wood to try building a steady platform to rest the lantern on. He does his best to make something pleasing to the eye, and hopefully sturdy, as Shelyn would prefer.
She knows he's a work in progress.
Sneakerz leans down to look at the tracks Puc-Lee keeps trying to show him, the high tops on his pearly white shoes getting a bit scuffed from all the bush whacking. He looks at the bird man and just shrugs, clearly not seeing the same thing he does, if anything at all. When they finally get to the bridge he opens his jaw to let out a half excited sounding moan, pointing to the familiar site. "Willoooowww bridgggeee!" He wavez the others to push through the fog towards the bridge into town.
Sneakerz heads in the direction the others indicate, carrying his bundle of wood, eye sockets peeled for trouble.
"I'm less concerned that giant bugs like this were hungry. That is natural. What's truly unnatural is that they talked. I take it no one understood what they said." That is a good question. I wasn't sure if the bugs were actually speaking or if that was a GM thing to help set the mood? An out loud language or maybe something in our minds/empty skull? Sneakerz speaks necril if that happens to help. Its going to be a nice change of pace to be able to slow down and focus on more details and such than you can in a regular 4xp pfs scenario. Build some character into our characters! (Sneakerz will have lots of character..)
Having regathered his wood Sneakerz stands ready to follow the group to help try and locate this Chung-Hu person. His old memories far too fuzzy, and his current situation keeping him from doing much relationship building in town, he's unsure if he's ever even met Chung-Hu really. Being dumped in a sack in the woods with the others doesn't really give a real introduction. As far as bugs that speak about wanting meat, he finds it not that odd considering he's a risen skeleton who delivers firewood to the same townsfolk that somehow caused his situation? Shelyn is much too busy to answer that question so far. Maybe if I deliver more wood..
Sneakerz puts away his weapons, looking over the group and nods to himself that they're doing ok. He spends the next ten minutes gathering up more firewood to refocus himself as the others talk about what happened.
Slowly Sneakerz looks at the centipede, then at his armload of wood, then back at the oversized bug. "No!" He drops his armload of sticks and ◆ Strides over next to Shadowfang and the cherry tree. He reaches out and rests a comforting hand on Shadowfang, almost as if he's warning her of what's about to happen. "Helping." He speaks, low and gravely, a bit of healing energy passing somehow from his bony hand into her bite wound.
Lastly he ◆ Draws out his long glaive, ready to defend the group.
Sounds good. Ya, the only reason I brought it up was that it seemed like an injury poison situation, vs contact/inhalation/ingestion. Happy New Year peoples
Welcome back! My last two days before going back to work so things have been good here. Looking forward to this game and figuring out Sneakerz along the way. Ruling on reactions is fine by me. Question on Poison: Seeing as the piercing damage was reduced to 0, would the following prevent the poison from happening? Injury
I'll be away the next couple days for the holiday. Bot as needed!
Sneakerz moves a foot back, avoiding the bite. "No.." Quite slow to react.
As the dragoons say I have returned.
Feeling his load suddenly lighter Sneakerz takes a few moments to gather his own bundle of firewood. He nods at the woman, handing her a small stack of wood to carry as well.
Sneakerz walks along slowly, lagging a bit under the weight of the slacker in the bag. He keeps his eyes open for anything dangerous. If you hadn't already noticed, Sneakerz doesn't talk all that much. Maybe he's shy, or maybe he's not used to talking. Time will tell.
Sneakerz pauses a moment, trying to take in Petal's small stature and how much they can carry. He gives her a bundle of dried moss instead. "Ok." While Castor communes and speaks with their ghost, he pauses for a moment, wondering what's going on, but doesn't speak about it. He goes back to gathering fire wood. "Ok" He concurs with Castor, moving slowly as he carries the heavy load in the rolled up mat.
"Yes" Responds Sneakerz, you aren't quite sure if that's an agreement or just an acknowledgement of the statement. Regardless, he starts moving around the immediate area collecting firewood. Once he's got a solid bundle he hands the first off to Puc-Lee "Take this." He pulls out his glaive and starts harvesting dead branches from the trunks of trees far above his normal reach, again, handing a bundle to the next person, and then the next, until everyone has their own bundle to bring back to town. He stows his glaive before hauling up the still sleeping body over his shoulder for the trek back into town. "Ok, we can go now."
"I'm not sure if this one made it." They set the cocoon of mat down in a heap.
She then turns to the woodsman. "Sneakerz, you are called? I'm Amila. I'm sorry I've never gotten to meet you formally, but I do appreciate the bundles of firewood," she says as she gives the gaunt man a deep bow. Now that she's closer to him, she notices his "state," as he calls it. "You are reanimated?" she asks as she gently touches the bones of his hand. Sneakerz pulls back his hand slightly, not used to this sort of reaction to his 'state' "The kind Shelyn has brought me back to help. So help I am." They nod and abruptly break off to check on the last abductee that hasn't awoken. They stoop over, lifting the end of the mat to check on the person inside. Poke Poke "Are you ok? Do not be afraid." Sneakerz starts to pull the rolled up mat off like shaking off a rug, their strength much greater than previously. "Excuse me."
Sneakerz opens his mouth, a bit surprised and a bit nervous at the little Petal "Uhhhh.." A dry, raspy sound crawls out of his mouth, like the sound of metal dragging across stone. Cough He clears his throat to try again "Hi. Petalz, yes, I am called Sneakerz." They wave off the offer of food "Not hungry." They clutch their emaciated stomach and start chuckling at the irony. "Please don't be afraid of my... state." He adds, turning to Puc-Lee and bowing. After some deeper looks you realize Sneakerz isn't just long and lanky, he's kinda like a wolf in sheepz clothing.. but instead a skeleton in a manz clothing. "Were you all stolen too? Last night?"
All he can remember is being clubbed on the back of the head with something hard. The men both looked at each other with confusion as the sound was more like metal on bone than metal on meat. This one gets to volunteer, and if he dies overnight then even better! It all goes black, until now. Good morning.. Sneakerz slowly opens an eye, everything is blurry and his mind is full of cobwebs. Always cobwebs. Slowly he struggles and strains against the tied mat until the bindings break.
"What... where... Ok?" His words blurt out slowly and confused as he stands and looks around, gaunt hand over his face.
A tall thin man, with dark greasy hair tied neatly in a bun stalks through the forest along the edge of town. A long pole with a thick chopping blade tied to his back frees up his hands for carrying bundles of wood. Tirelessly he makes trips in and out of the forest, dropping bundles of firewood at the doorsteps of homes, making brief eye contact with anyone that stops to greet him. "For you." He replies each time, before quickly heading back into the woods for another load, his lanky height boosted by strange looking shoes flash white while moving between the trees. Those along the outskirts of town, both along the north bank and the south bank have seen this man for years. Some see him as a good omen, others as a sign of a harsh winter ahead. A few see his generosity as a threat to their own livelihoods. He works dawn til dusk, every day of the year.. for nothing, how can we compete with that!
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