"Bothersome statues," Tikomel complains once they retreat from the room.
When they hear the chattering of something else, he follows Rulean quietly.
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My thought is that Aid doesn't absolutely require the same skill to be used. As long as the skill used for Aid makes sense. GM call though. But it may be a better idea to pay more attention to the in-world descriptions and try a different approach.
I don't have Religion. Can I interest you in Occultism or Thievery?
"OW!" Tikomel shouts, echoing Ephriam. "These unmoving statues sure move quick." He nervously glances at the others to see if they are staying here and trying to deal with things or if everyone is getting out of the room to regroup. Tikomel definitely doesn't want to be the last one left in the room.
OW! "Ow?" Tikomel looks over at Ephie, then around the room to see where an attack came from. "What is this Ow you speak of?" Not finding anything of note in the room other than these masks and statues, he starts tinkering with one of them.
Tikomel spends a little bit of time going through things in the pantry. He holds up one of the jars of grey sludge. "Bah. Even I won't eat that. Goblin food is all." He sets the jar back down and follows Rulean to the latest statue. Fortunately this one doesn't seem to move when they approach. As he is doing this, he says “Anyone recall all the aspects of Aroden?” "Who?"
"Door one, door two, or door zero?" Tikomel ponders aloud as he looks down the hallway, keeping a wary eye on anything that might be moving around down there and spring on them suddenly.
"The orc and the lizardfolk look like they can handle their weapons. You will be my soldiers," Ulthadar states with a tone of one who has presupposed the outcome. "You will clear the troglodyte infestation from my halls." "Hey!" Tikomel says while pointing his cobbled-together mace at the phantom, "I'm not a lizard either. I am a Dragon, thank you very much." "I will accept the terms of your agreement though. Clear out the stinky ones in return for rightful ownership of all the stuff in here."
Tikomel shies away from the apparition and is glad to let those more versed in theology take the lead here. "Craftsmen? We do not need craftsmen in the Moonstone Hall. We need soldiers!" the ghost shouts unhappily. "And we certainly do not need any more thieves!" "Hmph," Tikomel says grumpily. "Why does everyone call me a thief?"
Commiserations to all. For myself, I have been dealing with autistic burnout. So I haven't been upset at all about the bit of hiatus.
This seems relevant.
"Shield is a good idea." Tikomel casts a shield of his own, then funnels some of the magic into his weapon. "Behind you," he says tauntingly to the statue as he dimension hops a few feet, his mace already swinging before he arrives.
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Tikomel glares as the statue starts moving. "Hey now. I didn't even try to go past yet. Settle down."
"Good thing I'm not a visitor, then." Tikomel approaches the statue and pokes at it with his improvised mace.
“That may explain the aspect of the thief…” Rulean muses. "I'm not a thief," Tikomel says in mock outrage. "At least, not of anything of value." When the new arrival comes in unexpectedly, Tikomel goes into a defensive stand. When the leshy just talks calmly for a bit, he relaxes and his curiosity takes over. Since the question of who these two are has already been asked, he stays quiet and just watches them intently.
"Well, that was weird," Tikomel comments. "Maybe we should have just left it dirty. I still don't think I want to drink from the fountain. Who knows what kind of hallucinations that would cause."
Not entirely sure how to run Scrounger. Hoping that what I have posted makes sense. At least for building a weapon. Now, the other thing is that the weapons fall apart too. Rules say 1d4 hours. I'm not entirely sure how to adapt that to a PbP setting or if it even needs adaptation. Since the GM rolls it, I'll leave it up to Blake to decide when it is no longer usable. Though getting some warning about it so that I can build a new one prior to adventuring further into unknown hostile territory with no weapon would be appreciated. I'm also open to adjustments such as: weapon always breaks down right after a battle and needs to be replaced then. This archetype is mostly for fun and flavor. I think that no matter how it is run it won't be better in combat than just carrying around an actual weapon.
Tikomel is feeling quite a bit better after getting some food at breakfast. While eating, he pulls out a bunch of loose folded papers out of a pocket and studies them while eating.
Tikomel grins over at the doll. "You volunteering to keep me on my toes then, huh?" He also spends a bit of time after breakfast gathering seemingly random things of little value from the carnival - or rather, the carnival trash bins. Bits of twine, small sticks of various sizes, a few rocks, some strips of burlap, things like that. One prized find was a small strip of sheet metal about an inch wide and almost two feet long. "Always amazing the things people throw away." ----- Tikomel follows the group into the nearby city and down into the underground temple. "So... It's just here unnoticed below a city? Strange." When they get to the room with the mural he helps clean things up. "I vaguely remember coming through here. I wasn't so interested in what was on the walls though." He also spends a few minutes and makes a small weapon out of one of the rocks and sticks and a bit of twine to hold it all together.
When the time comes to do the ritual, Tikomel follows Ephie's lead. "I can build lots of things. Not so good at dancing though."
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"I am Tikomel. Unconscious, was I?" Tikomel frowns for a minute, apparently trying to remember something. "I am a wainright with the Celestial Menagerie. Or at least - was. To be honest, not one of any particular note, so maybe I should have been suspicious when I was picked to go on a trip to inspect a new carnival wagon." Tikomel glares and growls a bit. "But then that blasted cat just turns me over to a bunch of thugs. They tied me up good, they did. Not good enough though. I got loose and snuck out. Or at least - snuck around. Couldn't find the way out." He finishes getting himself free of the blanket. "But yeah, I am leaving. I'm going back there to find those thugs and give them a piece of my mind. The spellcasting piece. Right square between their stinky eyes." He stands up, but is still a bit wobbly. He makes his way to the doorway though. Then looks out of it to the bustling carnival. "Just... as soon as you tell me where that is."
Tikomel stirs restlessly. Then opens his bleary eyes. Seeing vague humanoid shapes nearby, he struggles to get out of the blanket he is wrapped in. "Aaaahhhh. I'll fight you all. You'll never take me down. You'll be sorry you -" He blinks and gets a better look at Amber. Then looks around at the rest of his surroundings and anyone else who is there. Wait. Who are you. And where am I?"
Tikomel occasionally mumbles and mutters in draconic. Draconic: "Vile betrayer... "
"Hah. Got you, cretin..." "Over here... Behind you..." "This isn't over, you miserable cat..."
The kobold splutters a bit and struggles weakly. He also mumbles in his sleep for a few moments before lapsing back into silence and full unconsciousness. Draconic: "Bashings for you... all at once... fires and ice..." |