It may be that we will just have to give up on this game. A pity as the characters were well thought out and a lot of fun.
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What about Spooky's attack?
I thought there were two enemies, a swarm and the Mantis, but it looks like they are one and the same so he fires off his second attack at the same target...
...and he manages to keep it going. When the full turn action that he started while the egg was splitting ends, he releases the blast with the entangle on the spiders. +8/3d6+15 Earth Blast with entangle [crit 20/x2; B,P, or S)
Burn cost = 0[blast] +2[entangle] -2[gather power] = 0
I'd like to see what effect the blast has on the target before I choose the action for this turn. since that attack was the end of a full turn action Spooky still gets his move and standard actions.
"Sorry, Jerry, there was nothing I could do. I never expected him to try and touch that thing."
Spooky's thoughts are all over the place, following his emotions through fear and anger, self-incrimination and condemnation, chutzpah and inadequacy. All play their part in few seconds of eternity as he prepares for the worst. "He's dead," Spooky responds flatly, in stark contrast to his roiling emotions.
Spooky eyes the rope he just came down on with worry. I do hope I don't need to climb back out in a hurry! He assumes a defensive posture and starts to gather power as a full turn action. He is surrounded by tendrils of dust 20' in length that wave and wriggle. "That thing is an egg, isn't it? I feel cheated."
"Wait..." He begins yet another admonition just to be interrupted by the scream. I thought you were the sensible one of the two! to determine if Simeon is alive and to try to help.
Wow! I never knew that about meteorites and made a pretty natural but bad assumption. I'm not even sure I got the term right (I'm pretty sure the things have different names depending on whether they are in space vs. plummeting/hitting earth). I wonder if most folks believe as I did (emphasis on did). I'm curious. Did you just learn that in passing or is it a topic of interest to you?
"Like, meteorites are usually cold after they land" "Cold? I've always heard they were hot, at least when they first hit. Where did you hear that meteorites were cold? Perhaps you're right. This one sure is cold. And I know nothing about the normal shape. This is quite a learning experience."
Spooky is startled when Nero approaches the object, with no sensible caution, and takes a swipe.
Oh dear, I hope I didn't overstep my bounds there. Maybe he was told to do that by Illyan.
Spooky reaches out an arm towards the meteorite, withdraws it, and reaches out again. "Now there's an odd thing. Most meteorites are hot after they've fallen - this one gives off an aura of cold! Would someone detect magic or poison on it. Cold can burn as badly as heat so I advise caution."
"I'd like to go now." Matching his actions to his words he starts down. With his bonus he will auto succeed at a quarter speed. "Did you find anything yet, Abbicka?"
"I knew someone would bring some rope! Finally we can go down and explore!"
GM: Yes, I get that +8, but I start with a -4, so I end up with a +4. Not going to risk falling 50' into a hot meteor when there is about 50/50 chance of missing by 5 and falling.
GM: Note: He has these wild talents: But I think, due to his strength, that still only ends up at a +4 so he will pause there at the lip and try to get a look from that angle, unless the Earth Walk gives him additional bonuses.
When the fireworks come their first ending Spooky thinks, Boy am I hungry. We got here so late we never had time to visit the stalls. By that point the rumblings of his tummy have been in a serious competition with the percussive fireworks.
But when the meteorite hits all that is forgotten. The blow doesn't seem to affect the little dwarf, who appears as if rooted to the earth. "Now THAT was a sight. Last one to the meteorite is a slug!" With that Spooky is off like a shot. A 20' movement rate shot though. The opportunity to be the first person to examine a hunk of alien metal is just too much for him to act rationally and pause.
"Almost makes me wish I were a pyromancer instead." Spooky plops himself down in front of the others, but doesn't remain there long. He's up and jumping with delight, like a child almost, making dramatic gestures with his arms when the better ones fire. "Oooohhh! That one was HUGE."
"It's moments like that that make life worth living, huh Simeon? Part of the beauty is how fleeting it all is. Hope you soaked it all in in time."
Spooky loks at the others and says "I guess that's our cue. Off we go then. last one out the door closes up!" With that Spooky shoots out the door, his small legs pumping furiously as he tries to catch up.
"I've never really thought about it. I just need to cut it all the time or I start looking like an abyssal bush. Do whatever you like. It won't matter in a few hours anyway. " "Hey Turiel. You made it just in time. We're headed out to enjoy the festivities and fireworks. Unlimber yourself, and we can go soon."
"Spooky, are you willing to try a thing? The spell I just used is weak but very versatile, I regularly use it to wax and trim my mustaches. I am way more precise this way than by hand. I have never tried it on another person, but it can't harm anyone. Are you willing to let me try it on your hair and beard?" "Why not. It can't be worse than shaving with cold iron. That's nasty stuff."
..."Try this, it has the taste of the real stuff but has no nutritional value. It last only an hour. He make a lot of them for parties of high society ladies that want to stuff their faces without gaining weight. But it is not good stuff for an honesty bakery, it is fake food." "Well, I have the opposite problem. Keeping weight on is always difficult for me because of my ridiculous metabolism. Speaking of which..." Spooky pulls his cold iron shaving razor and starts trimming his hair and tossing it into the fire.
Crow sighed a slightly dreamy sigh. "There was much food. So much food. Except that one time, when we got everything wrong, and were banished from the kitchen because 'it was time to stop making good food cry.'" Grinning, Crow shrugged. "It was impressive to see soup burst into flame." Defensively, Spooky says, "Everyone has to start somewhere. I just put a teensie bit too much dwarven whiskey into the broth. It still tasted good. At least I thought so. I don't see why everyone got so upset."
"A pity we don't have time to whip it up in the kitchen. I miss our cooking and storytelling."
Spooky glances at the mess and offers "Looks like he's just packing. My place always looks like that just before I go on a trip. Good to see you old friend. Hey Simeon opened a bakery! I know how you are always on the lookout for new stuff to sell. Maybe you can help each other out?"
Spooky takes a nibble from the pastry. His bites become larger as he progresses and he makes short work of his snack. "Oh, my, yes. I needed that." When he hears the word bakery his already eerily large eyes grow extra large. "A BAKERY!" Oh, gosh, am I jealous. Was this from your bakery?" He says 'bakery' like he is almost tasting it, letting it roll of the tongue slowly. "I'm ready to go when you all are. I've been looking forward to this for some time - besides, I'm still hungry and I've brought enough coin to sample just about everything they got." Green-striped beast, huh? Sounds like a problem we are going to have to deal with eventually. But not quite yet, I hope. Better not say anything about it or we might get side-tracked.
About disclaimer:
For clarity, I'd appreciate it if others players not control or otherwise roleplay as Lashtail or Snowfeather. I'm fine if you guys want to interact with them, and once the Hangout is set up, I'm extra fine with coordinating back-and-forths and the like, but I'd really rather other players not directly control either of them, in or out of combat. Thank you. I was really hesitant to do that thinking you might feel that way. Sorry if I overstepped my bounds. It was just too good of a set up at the time, but I'll refrain in the future. "Hello friends. Anyone hungry?" Spooky's usual greeting announces his arrival.
The young dwarf had come a long way, through rain and muck, hot days and cold nights, tall hills and overflowing creeks. But travelling is a bit of a 'thing' for Spooky. Along with his frenetic energy came a nasty case of Wanderlust and the itch never took more than a few weeks to set in. The longer the stay the worse the itch. It had been a long stay and it took a long time to relieve the itch. The things that would cause most to complain loudly barely even phased Spooky. His frail looking body, unusually thin for a human much less the dwarf he was, was as tough as adamantine. But he knew he had to get back soon. Besides the master's demands, there was the 100th birthday of his adopted home. And old friends of course. There were sure to be old familiar faces popping up and loud boisterous fun to be had. So it was the Spooky found himself hurrying towards town. Not that he went anywhere any way else. His feet moved even while he slept. Made it hard to sleep sometimes, but then he needed very little sleep anyway. A blessing and a curse, particularly when you grew bored easily. There it was, he thought as he came into sight of the home they were to meet at with a strange... raptor staring at the door. could it be... ? "ABBICKA!"
As if freed from its leash the dinosaur darts toward Spooky and pounces on him. The frail dwarf lands in a splat, though unhurt, letting loose a pealing laughter. Snowfeather then charges toward the house, wheeling about as if showing Spooky the way, and dashing into the home squealing a greeting as if introducing the new arrival, looking all proud of itself. |