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Rolling his eyes in just the slightest, "Oh yeah, another dwarf is certain to be a sign of good fortune...! Tell me. there Marv, do you keep any talismans on your person to stave off the demons? I hear the ones of the frozen-type are most effective! You know, frosted lucky charms and what not..."
It was timely-my internet has been out for a week, somebody finally comes tomorrow. I think its going to be the same issue because for some reason they can't fix the box on the pole to where its waterproof....we'll see I thought i was going to log in and see double digit posts... I abuse ellipses...
Tyn occupies himself with the vegetable stew, as well as engaging in a bit of drink to medicate the somber mood put on by a continued streak of bad luck. He searches for any bottle behind the bar with a brand name label insinuating any form of good fortune coming from the consumption...
He watches in dismay as two ducks quack back at him. He slaps 100 gold down and takes the reroll die. "And may Persistence reward me threefold..."
He curses under his breath and adds ducks to the list of abominations that shall be dealt righteously with!
As Tyn watches the outcome of the previous wagers, the gravity of the actual odds against him plows into him-but he is not going to go out like a coward at this point. "May the blessing of the great Inventor thicken these bones as sturdy as that lucky dwarf's!
sorry Ive been absent-should i RP Tyn's roll or simply take the loss? either way is cool gambling is gambling...
Tyn watches with a bit of wishful-thought confidence as Hekau rolls a 10 to the house's 2, "One big roll, c'mon! ...his jaw proceeding to drop when the house rolls another 2. If he had the ablility to rewind time and rewatch the events that unfolded, he would have made it a point to visually police the outcome of that second roll in his disbelief.
Though considering taking an opposing lizard to insulate her bet and raising his hand to get the attention of the attendant taking the bets, he finds himself a bit too late on the draw. With his finger still pointing vacantly in the air, he watches in disbelief as Erasmus wipes the floor with the other lizards. He stands there stunned, his mouth agog as the dwarf whistles off with her winnings. He follows the dwarf back to the Bounder game, half staggering. As a very similiar set of circumstances seems to unfold with her, he makes it a point to watch that second dealer-roll closely...
Satisfied with the delivery and dazzled by the dwarf's apparent hot streak he guffaws, "Impressive!" He bows to the dwarf. "Miss Xaerai, I am intrigued with the prospect of playing Desna's Favor and I wonder if you and your apparent superiorluck would accompany me to the table!" He holds out his elbow, hoping she would allow him to escort her to the game in a gentlemanly fashion.
Sorry I have lost track of the division of gold. How much has each of us received thus far?
Sorry again
Tyn's tail perks up and starts thrumming against the wall at the mention of the Silverdisk Gambling Hall. Realizing his overexcitement may be giving away his poker tell, he snatches it deftly. Coughing abruptly, then clearing his throat, "Yes...ahem...it would feel awfully rude not to show up at the ole Silverdisk with an open invitation on hand. A solid game of chance is one of the pinnacle behaviors that seperate us civilized folk from those abhorrent alien mechanations! Epecially when given a line of credit..."
Allowing those with a more relative relationship to get their pleasantries in first, Tyn remains quiet-until acknowledged by Zelvin. Cuffing his left hand over his right, Tyn gives a bowing nod, "Tis an honor to have been involved in your rescue, Baine! My alchemical knowledge is ever at the service of your younguns and the crew we we have. At least that part of my ability has been more reliable than my aim this far. Still shaking of the rust from being relegated to the minors for too many years..."
Noticing Zelvin's apparent success, Tyn takes a look at the other two, "Lemme take a gander..."
He shakes his head and just sighs at himself.
"There's no telling what those heathen machines did to this man! Although it's good you can keep him stable, it is unnacceptable to leave him in this condition for any longer than absolutely necessary. What say you kids...find and talk to this Trett post haste?"
Though feeling his skill is "dwarfed" by that of the ever-present Master Kyte, Tyn is flattered by the android's vote of confidence, "I would be honored, Hekau!"
"No, autographs, please...there'll be plenty of time for that at a later date! We'll keep you posted. For now, it would be best for you all to return to your homes, light a candle and offer your prayers to your respective deities for the complete recovery of the honorable Khonnir Baine!"
"I think the potion Hekau now carries is a good start..." Tyn accepts the healing potion from Hekau, absorbs it into the biological sac within his body, and delivers it via Touch Injection.
Tyn rushes over to give a quick health assessment-as well as aid, if necessary-to the newly found individual.
"Easy there! Take it slowly..."
"Yes, yes-something constructive to address..."
"Sure thing!"
"I think that I can honestly say that was indeed my first rodeo...What's next kids?"
"Alright Butterfingers, lemme see if I can assist..."
Tyn stands ready to act in the event the machine breaks loose and gives him a clear shot.
Tyn steadies himself from the never-ending initial rage the blasted heathen automatons send him into. "Any more throws like that they may send you down to the minors!" Just in time to be nixed by the proximity his allies to the machine from the subsequent wrestling match. He waits for his moment... "If you are to lose the grapple, back up from the thing...I believe I can crack it with a direct hit." "Barring any more of those wild pitches there, Ace!"
Sorry, I have been distracted with the aftermath of a car wreck. No one was seriously injured but I totaled my car and have been neglecting other areas such as this trying to get back on track-apologies. Gm was the statement of the bomb having little effect due to a successful reflex check or immunity-or can Tyn even discern that...
"Some things you just cannot save for the inhabitance in this plane of existence...Faer not abhorrent automations, you shall be bathed in Bharnarol's blessed acid rain of sanctimonious bliss-so that you may be cleansed of your heathen states of existence!" Tyn burns with righteous anger as he infuses a vial with his arcane aura and hurls it at the farthest of the foul!
"A solid bunch of hypotheses, Hekau..." "...almost too solid. Gonna have to remember to give that boy a proper baptism when we get the chance!"
"Exactly, Shesik. It seemed, though, the severity of the wound Xaerai took, compounded by the fractionalized lingering detriment you and I were biding was about the equivalent to what I am capable of curing on the upper end." Tyn shrugs, "I believe the math was right."
"Xaerai, that clunking catastrophe winged you pretty bad!" Tyn takes a quick assessment of Zelvin and Hekau to make sure he didn't miss anything, "Shesik and Miss X gather around me." When Shesik moves over to Tyn, he makes a few deft movements as he takes out a small vial-he then flips it point-blank at Xaerai and it erupts into a celestial glow emanating from the Dwarf and showering over any adjacent ally.
"There's always the possibility of them incurring damage enough to send them into a state of berserker malfunction after the passage of your father and his party-or simply reprogrammed for that matter. Muddling over suppositions seems moot at this point, as the facts, though they may remain as yet unknown to us, simply are what they are. Maybe they will reveal themselves as we progress..."
Did I interpret the text correctly-Is Xaerai down 9 Hp from an AoO?
"So much for improving my batting average..."
"Strrrrrike two!"
"Sometimes, you just gotta take a swing at the heathens!"
Yeah...sorry, I do things like this from time to time in my misinterpretation of certain rules-carry on with the legal procedures as needed. I figure if I do something like that, it could just be more for the RP and... "Despite Tyn's best efforts to prepare himself, he is yet still caught off guard....etc" in the case of me trying to do something I can't legally do by the given parameters. I will try and keep within the laws-and when slapped with something I can't do, just chalk it up to learning the rule set better. I am not the most versed in the greater technical applications of Pathfinder so I will do the odd thing like that and ask some really stupid questions-a lot just to make sure that what my brain is comprehending from the text I read...
Tyn shakes the noise out of his head, just in time to see Hekau getting ready to manipulate the next door open. He abruptly skitters over and readies himself, just in case an unfriendly is waiting to assault the team. "Someone...or some thing may just be in the on deck circle here..."
Tyn doubles over, "Ugh...Get outta my head fiend!"
As the conversation disintegrates into the obvious, a slight sneer comes over Tyn's face-though "Blob" doesn't quite qualify as his most hated of foes, it is clear "Blob" is an abomination in his own right. He checks himself and forces a smile as he takes a step back and readies himself for what he sees as the inevitable outcome.
"Why...Heathen Blob...I do believe there is more food smeared all over the floor of the room we just came in from. Peanuts and Cracker Jacks-and all that! Would you like us to show you the way?"
Tyn perks up at the first sign of telepathic communication-but as the questions ensue, he realizes it is indeed not the voice of The Tempered Inventor himself. His eyes narrow in suspicion, and he waits for any breakthrough of information.
"Well, at least I know I could hit the broad side of a barn...yeah let's go!"
Tyn nod to Hekau, "Yes, yes-more likely that it would cause misfortune than be a boon to us- a wise calculation!" Tyn moves to within the edge of his normal range and throws a bomb at the mold.
GM Losonti, I was wanting to clarify "while here and there patches of rust-red mold and fungus cling to the southern wall" as far as is it spread out enough where, should Tyn make some sort of check to discern how many of his bombs would be needed to destroy it completely, is it obvious to him, or is the mold concentrated enough in one section to use a single bomb..? "I abuse ellipses..."
"That naughty little patch of ick down there is Russet Mold. I wouldn't venture anywhere close to it, unless it is your lifelong dream of martyring yourself to spawn a couple of vegepygmies. A bit of acid or alcohol will clean it right up. As it is not impeding our progress at the moment, I think I should hold off-lest I burn a possible life-saving resource...?"
Tyn joins the inspection of the mold-making sure it isn.t something that needs to be quickly annihilated in a righteous splash!
"Scrawled rubbish-no doubt honoring an inferior deity!" Tyn rips out a page of his formula book and begins to write. Calmly and carefully in Celestial initially, his message transitions into a jaunty infernal scrawl: THE FATHER OF INVENTION WILL TEAR YOUR HEATHEN SOULS ASUNDER IN AN ACIDIC HURRICANE! He slams the paper down on the table. "Let's find the door that other fan-dangled card of yours opens!" Just in case, takes a quick look around to make sure nothing has hidden itself from plain sight.
Tyn takes a look at the symbols.
Tyn moves over to Shesik, his first move is to use the blessing of his deity to start the healing process-as well as take his medicine for not dispatching the menace before it could deliver it's massive attack upon her. As he lays his healing touch upon the changeling, his head rocks back as if he was socked in the jaw.
"A fitting consequence for not landing better shot on that abomination! And yet you had to take the brunt of it..." He sighs and shakes his head as he feels a minimal amount of divine essence channel through him. He then offers up extracts to supplement...
And another...
He looks at his subpar job, shakes his head again and mixes CLW in his last two slots.
Though Tyn's calculations that his splash would do minimal damage compared to what the four-armed fright could do-he howls at not being able to prevent...what he was trying to prevent. "Friggin Frack on Bharnarol's blessed bunion!" He then opts for his last action's a-bit-less-than-equal opposite reaction. In a few familiar deft movements he infuses his next bomb with the essence of a Cure Light Wounds extract.
Tyn watches as Shesik darts back behind the creature-ending up adjacent to it,
and take a quick slice from the short sword, "Yeeee-ouch! Someone check the pine tar on that thing-it's gotta be illegal!" He does a quick run of calculations in his head weighing minimal damage to Shesiks perceived reflexes. He rolls his eyes, sighs and takes a step back.
Already shaking wth anger, Tyn clenches a small vial in his fist-ready to imbue it with with his arcane essence and deliver it with all the righteous indignation he has ever felt thus far. "Daddy used to provoke me on his up ta bat-like he was trying to get me to purposefully bean him. I never knew why...until now. Let's do this!"
Sullen and frustrated, Tyn follows everyone back to get some much needed rest-shaking his head and grumbling to himself.
*Throws a Healing bomb at GM Losanti
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