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Guys I know I'm not really in that far, but I'm just really lost my interest in PbP. I know I ran a couple in the past that went a while, but it just doesn't do it for me like it used to as an interface. It got to the point where it felt more like a chore than a game to update, and I just really can't keep going. Sorry about that.
I might not be able to post for a while. I'm not sure how long. I'm going to a crisis center to talk to someone. This has resulted in my being inpatient psychiatric lockup'd, which is usually about 72 hours, but can be more or less. Yes, I'm fine, physically. I preemptively appreciate your concern, believe it or not - I know you mean it when you say it. I don't really want to talk about it; I just have some severe long-term psychiatric issues. I apologize for any delay this has made the game. Yes, I know my health takes priority, etc, but I still do want you to know that it matters to me that I might be holding things up. Feel free to bot Sota if necessary. Thank you in advance for understanding.
Honestly with so many NPCs and so many side stories going on at once it was hard to find a place to squeeze in without throwing it all off. Sorry about the delay.
Sota spends his time in Elkheart simply taking time to enjoy himself as only fairy in a position of power can. He teases farmers, declares certain breeds of flower to be currency (though worth 1/27th of a copper, exactly), uses prestidigitation to draw on windmills, and goes hunting for the most evasive prey of all - average roaches. All in all, he lets loose the internal chaos he keeps at bay when attempting to be serious in his Warden position around his friends. He shows up to Quince discussing his loss with Kevros, his glamered armor illusioned into a hunter's garb, with charcoal in his face for camouflage, and interjects suddenly. "I had a girl leave me King Duke Grand Emperor Your Warden Highness. I just got a kitten. She tried to eat me when she grew up but until then she was fun, and by then I forgot the girl's name. Was it a girl? Might've been a boy. It was definitely a brownie. Too many fun jokes. Oh he was a laugh. I miss ol WhatsHerName. Except when I think of barn cats." He shrugs. "You're the king. You can marry anyone. Love is fun. Lovegoes away. Fun is around every corner. You want a half fairy? Make one. I'm sure we can find a dryad who thinks you're cute. Just....build a bedroom around her tree with an open roof and you've got a happy home with a wife who is happy with her tree when you're out. Just watch out for splinters when baby makin...that's gotta hurt."
Well shoot. I couldn't even figure what to do with the stat boost/ability/whatever, so I guess I'll just ask for +2 dexterity. I need to think about lewt. I was going to try to save for something big. Like a robe of arcane heritage maybe.
Sota darts back over to Kevros and lands on his shoulder.
"Well, there's rage, which, ya know...makes you rage. I don't know it. Gimme a scroll or wand and I'll try....or he can drink a potion and be less likely to resist. But I can probably make him laugh. Maybe that'll help." He waggles his fingers and mumbles a bit, then puts the crook of his elbow up to his mouth and lets loose a loud fake fart, then completes the spell and pops Stalker with a Hideous Laughter spell
Sota flies up to Stalker. "I can get him uncalmed!" He buzzes up to Stalker, lands on his shoulder, and grins mischievously."Forgive me friend!" He whispers, before darting a tiny arm into his nose and yanking out a fistfull of nosehairs, and buzzing away as fast as he can.
Sota flies out of the grass, and cocks his finger and thumb like it were a hand-crossbow, blowing on the "barrel" of it, making a "chick-chick" sound, as if he were reloading. "Yep, yep, yep. All in a day's work." He floats around, making sure everyone's okay, though there's not really much in his power he could do to help if they weren't. "So, hey, wait, if that could happen again, we should have some kind of code phrase or something, that way if someone impersonates us, and they're not us, we could...um..." He pauses, thinking. "Blow them up?" He grins. "Yeah. Blow them up!" "Something nobody would say without being told. Something that lets us know that we know that we know they're a friend, but out of context is just stupid. Like 'I love potatoes!' Oh...no...that won't work. Everyone loves potatoes. Damn you delicious tubers!"
Blissfully unaware of the presence of any undead besides Kat, Sota pops out, blasts the living bejeesus out of her with a scorching ray, before he dives into the grass to hide again. You give Miss Kat back NOW you stupid not her imitation faker! He thinks to himself, wishing he could yell it at her, but not dare risking getting caught.
I wonder what he's yelling about. Oh well. Sota narrows his eyes in the tall grass and waits for an opportunity to blast to cinders the first undead he sees.
"Undead? Hmph. I'll roast them like marshmallows!" With a twinkle in his eye, Sota grins, snaps his fingers, and you start to see the wilderness before you grow rapidly, reaching out and snapping at anything nearby. A lone rabbit gets wrapped up in vines and roots and seems unable to wriggle free. He then pops below the tall grass of the untamed land far from the magical effect, and suddenly he utterly disappears from sight.
Sota pops his wings and sets them to rapid-fire at the last second, hovering over the ground like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible - yeah, that close, and then backflips while twisting in a way that would make an olympic gymnast jealous and grins, but looks around confused....and annoyed that he didn't have a proper audience for his badassery. "I found Kat guys! There she..." Seeing the looks of abject horror, the confusion on everyone's face, he raises an eyebrow. "Wait, what's going on? Undead? No, that's her!" The little sprite, having no real knowledge of undead beyond the basic skeleton and zombie variety seems extremely confused. "Is it true Warden Kev?!"
It's just the 1st level Brawler ability - Martial Flexibility. There are archetypes of a few other classes that have it, but it's what the Brawler is famous for.
"I have an idea to find her!" Sota darts straight up...hundreds of feet at the flying equivalent of a full sprint...and let's his keen eyes search in every direction for the missing woman from his high vantage.
*looks over Brawler's "martial flexibility" - activates puppy eyes*
So we just...get any power?
The little sprite nods solemnly at the great warrior. He tilts his head at the gore all over him and waggles his fingers, implying magic. "Wow. Your ears are good. Gonna have to be careful. Hehehe. Okay. No poo. No blood either. I can clean you if you want." Provided Krazok agrees, he throws a prestidigitation cantrip at him to clean the blood and gore from the former regent. He flutters back to the others, and his eyes pop at the enlarged rock. He casts detect magic and starts to float around it, observing it, but not quite touching.
"Wait, wait, Emper-King-Glorious-Grand-Ruler, As Self-Appointed Grand Vizier of The Greenwatch, and of course, magical expert of all things magical, I have to point out - this blue flickering thingy here. Yes. Yes....that's definitely a blue flickering thingy. Do you see it, Oh-Great-Boss-Dukenstein Quintellatus? Yes...that thing's blue. And flickery. Ooooh, yes. That, in fact, would be my expert opinion."
As a fey, sota would like at least a shrine to Gozreh. As a drunk CG he'd like one to the drunk hero CC
Maybe the link I saw wasn't updated to your sheet?
What role did you put me in? Kingdom sheet linked above hasn't been updated in so long, Krazok's mom wrote it.
Ŵait maybe I'm too sleepy but...I didn't think we identified the tomes. When did a bonus come?
"Fine. I'll apologize to him. But if he's mean again it's bear poop all over the inside of his armor." He pouts and flutters slowly to Krazok and gives a little blink of his colors to identify he's approaching. "Mister dragon man...um...sir..." He flutters close enough to be heard but out of reach and stops when his body language adjusts to show space invasion. "Mister Warden Kevros says...well he's right but he said it and I thought it too but...well...I'm sorry. Sir." He grabs a random blade of grass and twists it in his hands like it were a towel and he had to busy his fingers somehow. "I wouldn't be too happy if my friends died either. I didn't mean to be mean. It's just...I made a promise, mister dragon man. You know we fairies don't promise things...we can't promise something and not mean it. I mean yeah I could find a loophole in what I said, if I didn't mean it, but I did. An' you said you're king and kings fight kings and I can't, sir, I just can't let you hurt him, mister dragon man. I can't. You understand don't you? I made a promise. Haven't you made promises? I didn't mean to be mean to you. I swear."
"Insensitive? He said he's king. There's only one king. I mean...unless you know...but Emperor Quintley has a queen he loves her and I think Crack-Butt likes girls...But he said he's king and he's not and I made a promise..." He looks to the others, seeming a bit unsure now in the face of Keveros's reprimand, clearly seeking reassurance he took the right actions. He lets out a 'hmph' and crosses his arms. "Mister Warden Tristan can probably carry more bear poop than you anyway. Trying to make me...tell me...I...I promised!" The sprite frowns, then darts off in the directuon of Larina and Tristan. He returns a few moments later. "Ugh. Is that all you people do with your free time?"
Sure does. Maybe he can ask Tristan how much bear poop he can carry. Lol
I'll add the gold, gloves and skill swap when I wake up. Just checking in before passing out. A post of RP takes a lot less time than a sheet update. I don't feel like I'm interacting with Tristan as much as the other two PCs. I'm not trying to leave you out. I'd certainly like our characters to be friends. I just haven't seen as much interaction opportunity. Any ideas?
Sota stares at the dragon man as he walks away. Sylvan:
Sota mutters quietly under his breath "Yeah you better walk away, you mean bully." 'Bully' is only a rough translation. You're pretty sure it's a swear that doesn't quite translate into Common. He frowns and crosses his arms. "Dragons are mean and think they're better than everyone. One tried to eat me in the feywild once. Tried. He thought he could play with me like a cat with a mouse first. I shot him in the eye and ran. Jerks. Jerks jerks jerks. I thought cause Krack-Slot was fighting the big dragon he was nice. I guess jerks fight other jerks too. Big meanie. Imma prank him soooo hard." He nods to Kevros as the other offended party and grins. "How much bear poop can you carry? He has to take his armor off sometime."
I don't think a farm represents ONE farm but a parcel of land dedicated to farmers, probably several dozen per hex. Otherwise the population rules make no sense. Hundreds of humanoids and animals fed with like 3 farms? Roads add a lot of stability and economy. They're expensive up front but so worth it. Just my opinion.
Oh yeah I just meant I'll help open it no matter what, magical rogue and all. :}
The sprite, engulfed in the strange fire, narrows his eyes at the dragon man and flies up, positioning his diminutive frame between Krazok and Quince. His voice gets deadly serious, which would normally sound adorable but given the circumstances makes him seem to be playing all the less. Especially when he pronounces Quince's name right, each word stated much slower than any of you have heard the sprite talk before. "Quince. Is. King. Not you. I read the papers. My handprint is on it. I made a promise. I will not let you hurt him." His fingers seem posed to cast a spell at any instance, and it seems very likely like his little body can erupt with action at a moment's notice.
I can pick the one with the lock. Both meanings of pick. :-) Re: being sprite like - To me, characters are, at some fundamental level, a reflection of an aspect of their writers. I'm not a doofy childlike nice loveable dope, but sometimes, there's a part of me that is. Not all, but aspects...or at least it's a relatable outlet for that deep down urge to toss it all and act like a kid again. The same is true if I'm playing a lawful evil devil tiefling who wants order and control and security at the cost of freedom; fundamentally I disagree as an ooc individual, but I can channel and control that part of my personality, deep down who can understand why fear would motivate you to give up freedom for security and order. Somewhere, somehow, I need to really and deeply "get" what I'm playing or I just can't do it justice. One reason I rarely cross gender RP. I don't get most women. It's not an insult, but their mindset, for the most part, is so foreign to me as to be alien. Otherwise I would be relying far too much on stereotype and conjecture to improvise the why behind the what, and I'm sure I'd eventually make a caricature of the gender Sota is a kid at heart. I can get that. I remember being a kid. It isn't me now, but it's not alien to me. As I grew, I imagine he can, over the course of time...and dynamic characters are far more interesting than static ones.
Btw GM can I swap my know arcana for spellcraft? I can't believe I remembered one and not the other...and if Sota has only one, spellcraft makes more sense. No worries if not. Alao...dex gloves? Anyone mind if I take?
I don't have the ride ranks or feats to make it work, or hell even the build to make it practical, but I love the vision of Sota riding an orange tabby cat with battle armor into the fray. Especially if it has an adorably non-threatening meow. Just...wanted to share that mental picture. Oh, if only you could use rogue's finesse on a lance, lol! Meoooooow "Whoooa, there, Bloodbath! Easy! Easy girl! I'm sorry, she's normally not so ferocious, but we passed a few field mice on the way here, and she's seen battle recently. You'll have to forgive her terrifying visage. Put the claws away girl, these are friends, nay foes. There there...There there."
One of my regrets about leaving Florida: we never had a hurricane D&D marathon. I kept trying to get my friends to hold one, you know - no electricity but candlelight d20 rolling and the like...makes for a great time passer. Then again, towards the end of my time there, everyone I met who gamed was a f+@~ing flake. Why is flakiness the most common shared attribute of gamers? I hate flakes.
That may be the dumbest thing I've done in character ever...and my first D&D character was a kender who asked a minotaur which parent was the cow, his mom or dad. If we're all getting mounts, how about a flying spider monkey? Lol.
Sota stares open mouthed at the exchange between Bearik and Krazok, mesmerized by the colors and power flow. No sooner than the worlds "come join the fun" leave his mouth than the childish fey zips directly towards the two, excitedly buzzing towards the flames of magic like a moth at night. "Me too! Magic magic magic magicmagicmagic MAGIC!!" The naturally gidted fey, having little idea how he works his own power let alone the interlockings of other universal world binders, has perhaps made a foolish move, but his zeal and excitement and innate trusting of his new friends seem to have blinded the fairy to the potential dangers...and he dives his whole little body into the fire like a baseball player sliding home.
Or some sort of polymorphism effect.
The next morning Sota wakes up in the brim of Stalker's hat. "Oooh, my head. How...where...ooh..." He grabs his tiny skull with both heads and hangs off the back of the brim. "...ooh. Never drink more than three times your weight. Lesson learned. I'm sticking to double from now on. Where...are we...and...man, your horse is surprisingly stable in its gallop, Stalky!" He takes a step and hops off the hat brim, and hovers just before landing on the animal, making sure not to actually touch it. He flies around and looks at the others. "Oh, neat! More adventures. And we brought more friends!" As if his hangover instantly melted away, which is very possible considering he has the metabolism of a hummingbird that's been injected with pure cocaine, he floats around and waves at all the others. "Hi Mr. Saren, Hi Mr. Duke-Emperor-King-Of-Greatness-Awesome-Boss-Man Quincy, Hi. Mr. Tristan, Hi Mr. Kevros, Hi Miss Kat, Hi..." on, and on, and on, through the entire party. He pauses, remembering his new title, and how the others address one another, and starts completely over. "Hi Warden Kevros, Hi Warden His Royal Boss King-Ness Duke Lord Quinceriffic, Hi Warden Tristan..." on, and so forth, for a while. "Why is Mr. Bearik rubbing his forehead like he has a headache? Do you have a headache Mr. Bearik? I don't know why but people seem to have so many headaches these days. Can I help find you some medicine or something? What medicine works for your headaches? Why are you walking away from me? Why did he close himself in his tent do you think?" Sota buzzes around excitedly and grins. "I'mma go look around the perry-meter. Make sure nothin' sneaks up on us. Be right back!" He dives below the tall grass and disappears, and begins to make a search of the camp's immediate area for threats.
I didn't have a wish list. Was I supposed to have a wish list? "Generally rogue-y/sorcerer-y stuff" - big 6 items, maybe? I'll come up with a real list when I get some time. Oooh, and if you ever happen to, you know, have a Robe of Arcane Heritage lying around, I'm just saying... I spent most of my money increasing Sota's carrying capacity, since it was in the range of "a couple pieces of cotton candy" before adding muleback cords and a haversack, so I'm probably missing a few fundamentals.
I know it was unnecessary to the plot, but who doesn't want to see a drunken sprite? I know I did. It's why I wrote it. Someone has to rep chaos in tbis mofo.
Sota pulls a bottle of wine out of his haversack and pops the cork with mage hand. He then tips the bottle back in both tiny hands and takes a swig, wine flowing all over his face and chest, as the mouth hole is roughly the size of his face, and the specifics of drinking a bottle larger than you are were lost to the fairy. "Y'see, y'see, 's all about size ratio. Imma...Imma be fine shaddap. I fly better affur I haveafew." he slurs. "You buy a loaf a' bread n' s'wat, half a meal? Me, same two copper, I get to eat till 'm full and still have half a loaf to take a nap in all warm n' cozy n' bready." He flutters over, wobbling mid air and sits on Stalker's shoulder and offers him the bottle, it slipping out of his hand and crashing to the ground before the elf can grab it. The Sprite giggles at the smash and claps his little hands. "Dun worry. I got 'nuther. Drunk? Nah m'tab'lim is fast. 'm sober n'time. That? I can get. Nuther. I can. I. I got..." With an adorable hiccup he passes out on the elf's shoulder, muttering in his sleep. "Milk it baby...mmm...zzz..." Apparantly staying up all night pranking can catch up to even the most determined fairy.
Sorry about the delay. Personal stuff. Hope the latest one gave a laugh or two. I sure did smile writing it haha
"Greenwatch...Elkheart...neat! Warden Sota, haha, I like the sound of that. Oooh Tyg and Perl are gonna be so jealous!" The sprite buzzes around excitedly, introducing himself to every new companion he comes across, even Bearik, despite the looks that the giant man gives him. He flips his colors in swirls and suddenly turns them off, and before you can blink, the sprite seemingly disappears for hours on end. As the time goes on, reports of pranks all over the city begin to pop up. Nothing outright dangerous, but farmers report a strange high pitch voice groaning in pleasure and muttering "ooh baby tug it harder" when milking cows, followed by incessant giggling, an entire armory worth of boots tied together in one giant knot, tiny blue handprints all over prisoners' faces when they wake up, and missing women's undergarments turning up in the strangest places...outhouses, stables, field tents, and in one case, inside of a freshly baked pie. "Which is weird cause I know I ain't put no undies in it when I baked it" the sworn word of the local baker. The thing is, any time someone goes to confront the sprite, he's right there, sitting on their shoulder, grinning ear to ear, knowing look on his face. "What? I'm right here. I've always been right here. Not my fault if you lose track of lil ol' me." Eventually he floats on over to Stalker and sighs. "I'm bored, Ess-Talker. Everyone's all kissy-kissy love lately. And watching humans do it is only fun the first ten or twenty times...even the elves get boring after a while, though I have to admit they're more creative. Did you know who can arch her back like...hey is that a squirrel or a chipmunk? Anyway, what's there for fun in this place? Or when can we fight more badguys?"
Sota Fizz. LOL! Warden of the Sword and Warden of Faith, huh? You know if he ends up the diplomat, you have to call Sota "Warden of the Mouth" right? Though with his sneaky skills he'd probably be better as the spymaster. Warden of the Hidden Eye?
Sota sprints towards the new companion and starts buzzing around him intently "Hi! How'd you know I was a Warden too? I'm Sota! You glow! You must be nice! You're the talker right? They say I'm a talker but I asked who you were and Oneofourservants said you 'he's a talker of vengeance'. How do you talk to vengeance? Wait, is vengeance your horse's name? Mine is named Captain Oats. Look who I caught! He's a bad man. And yeah we killed tatzylwyrms. It was AWESOME! First they were like ROAR and Kazrok was like SLICE and Kevros was all PTCHOO PTCHOO and I was like BOOM FIRE and Tristan was like CUT CUT KACHING and Kat was all singing and people were bleeding and she stopped then and then Mr. King Duke Emperor Quint was crying but he stopped and his pretty queen is sleeping and..." he pauses and flies over to the comatose woman. "Wait! Maybe I can wake her up! I know a trick that always wakes humans up. Lemme show you on stinkface poopbreath pignose first!" Sota flies over to the tied and gagged Dalvik, lands by his face, rolls up his sleeves, and jams a little fist into the half-orc's nose. Before you know it, he yanks out an entire sprite-sized handful of nosehair, leaving the half-orc yelping into his gag, eyes watering as muffled noises curse the fairy. "Can I try it on the Queen, your Royal Really Niceness, Oh King and Grand Emperor Super Boss? I'll be ever so gentle to her Royal Prettiness Whose Hair Smells Like Elderberries and Chamomile. As my first duty as official Warden and Knight of the Great and Powerful Unstoppable Everlasting Kingdom of...of...um..." He pauses. "What is the place called again, sirs? I mean the human name. We just call it 'Water Forest Swamp Plains River Place'. Sylvan is a very literal language."
Sota listens oddly silently to Kevros's explanation and nods. "Oh. Oh....ooooh. Okay. Hm. But Tyg said Gozreh made me. She says he made all the nature. So...Erastil wants to make it better? Does that mean Gozreh didn't do a good job? I'm confused." He flickers into a bright blue color suddenly. "But it's okay! I get to be a Warden and fight bad guys and help good people, right? That's great! What's for dinner? I like honey. Do you guys like honey?" He prattles on for a while about food, flowers, and anything else on his mind as the team heads to their destination, shifting his glamered outfit to add the group's sigil in the way.
Pyro makes more sense, character wise, IMO. He seems a lawful sort. Barbarians can't be lawful. Also you can reflavor the SLAs as breath attacks. Mechanically speaking, barbarian is the better choice, especially if you go dragon totem. Kat should take reach spell. Ranged heals are the s$%@.
Sota floats over to where Krazok is chopping the head and smiles. "I can help!" He begins to acid splash away the tougher filaments, ligaments, tendons and such that Krazok's weapon miss with each rough swing. He then stops mid-cast and his face turns sour. "Old Deadeye is Erastil? But...but the dryads say he wants to cut the forest down and make it a farm! And tie up all the animals in pens and make them food or slaves to pull wagons and...but...but if he's why you glow...but..." A look of absolute confusion contorts his little face. He looks like a racist old lady who just had her life saved by a minority and now has to seriously reconsider social programming from her generation. It all collapses into a simple: "Wait...huh?"
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