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OK, first things first: sincere apologies for lack of posts. Good news: I got a promotion. Bad news: I now have a metric ****-ton of extra work to do, plus travel. I’m still around, but I won’t be able to post once a day. We’re looking like – at best – every other day. If I am holding stuff up please just bot me and I’ll do my best to catch up.
Huh? Wait, I know cyclops. I've fought against cyclops. Cyclops were enemies of mine.
Vosil draws the bow back to its fullest extent before firing, and then again, and then again, trying to end this fight swiftly.
Unfortunately, only one of his shots hits; and that only due to a lifetime's guile and experience in being able to make the most of any opportunity a foe provides.
Sickened affects damage rolls as well as saves and attack rolls! It really sucks.
Between the nettle poisoning and the unsettling effects of the surroundings, the situation is tactically sub-optimal. Still, you don't always get to pick and choose your fights. Vosil draws his bow and opens fire on the orbs, moving to put himself between them and the more squishy members of the party.
Vosil brightens up slightly: eldritch horrors and blasphemous carvings are something that a Lore Warden learns to deal with. "I cannot help but think we might be better off returning here with a priest. And some cleansing fire, of course."
Light armour doesn't protect against thorns and stinging plants; for all Vosil's experience, he has no special defence against such things. Doing his best to protect his hands from being stung, he nods warily at Talia's question when she points at the tower: Might as well. He moves forward, bow in hand and arrow ready to fire.
Vosil nods in agreement. "It would be prudent to give them time in which to reorganize and welcome us for a second visit."
Vosil nods; the wizard has the right of it. Focus on the leader and then hopefully Talia can negotiate with the survivors. Ignoring the lizard that directly threatens him, he aims at the lizard king.
EDIT: wow, talk about "ask and ye shall receive"
This seems as good a time as any to set up our much-promised and slightly delayed Starfinder campaign!
When he gets to a high enough level it will be "Quickened Haste and hocus pocus Summon Unpronounceable Monster XXVII..."
Ugh. Travel may broaden the mind but jet-lag sure as **** kills the will to live. I'll review where we are and post once I'm awake.
Smoothly drawing his bow in a motion that has been practiced so often in the last few months that it is now familiar, Vosil nocks an arrow and fires it at the leader.
Advance warning: I have been called away with work and will be out from Sunday to Wednesday. Will post as I can which might not be much.
Hm - I would say boy plus non-aggression pact in return for regular meat shipments; with the understanding that if they break the agreement, not only does the food supply stop but we return and burn their village to the ground. I don't see how that encourages bad behaviour in future. Quite the reverse, assuming they take it seriously. And if they don't take it seriously, well... I believe 'nuke the site from orbit' was mentioned?
More seriously, this diplomancy thing has to be a 2-way street: if we're offering them meat, we need something in return. That child we heard crying would be a good start, as would a promise not to eat any other sentients. If they can't commit to that, we may have to eradicate them. We can't have neighbours who regard our citizens as food. I don't see any way that works.
We haven't really done anything with this. Dead on the vine? Or just a pause? Update: my desktop computer died messily recently. Doesn't affect my posting, as I can do that from my phone, but it does affect everything else as I can't run a game from my mobile, or read any of the pdfs (I don't have hard copies of the AP books). Hoping to rebuild the thing this weekend. If successful, I will open up a Dead Suns game in the next week or so with a view to starting in mid December. If not... EDIT: and I agree with Talia. Meteor swarm the place from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
Unfortunately I'm travelling with work for the next few days so posting will be intermittent.
Talia: maybe ask for release of any human captives as a goodwill gesture before we can offer tribute? It will let us know how... 'neutral' that alignment is
Aware that he doesn't have much to contribute at this point, Vosil stands ready to take action should need arise. Gav's report of a child crying (although he can't hear it) makes him deeply uneasy about talking for much longer without investigating. He does his best to convey his unease to Talia, with a look.
Vosil does his best to look imposing, but it's hard to do when your teeth are chattering. He frowns, slightly - he never used to feel the cold. He must be getting old. Or pampered with this good living. Or both. He keeps his hands free; it would be the work of a moment to draw his bow and send death speeding towards any enemies. He waits for Talia's signal and does his best to keep his eyes and ears open for trouble.
OK, lizards first and then back to the island. Nothing to add at this point.
I'd forgotten about the island! My vote for doing that first, as it's on the way to the lizards and if we don't do it now we will end up forgetting about it entirely.
Back to Concord it is!
Oops, so you did. Missed that. Mind you, with the Paizo forums alternating between shutting down completely and opening for business but refusing to let me stay logged in, it's hardly surprising that I'm missing a few details.
Do we want to try saying that we can't get to them by swimming and seeing if they'll come to us? It's no more than the truth, after all.
They are waiting...for you...to start swimming... Hahahahahahaha no. A combination of bowstrings, metal armour and general squishiness means swimming is a bad idea. Sometimes, obvious trap is obvious.
While the activity is going on around him, Vosil spends time in one of his favoured activities: reading. With the help of one of his Pathfinder Chronicles, he endeavours to glean what information he can from his view of the lizardman encampment: roughly how many people it might contain, how many of those are likely to be capable fighters, that sort of thing. He also tries to work out whether any rumours about this particular village have made their way to him, only to be lost in other notes about other, more urgent things.
When he sees the four warriors, he tries to gauge their mood and disposition. If this is a trap, he'd rather know sooner than later.
Vosil shrugs, laconically. "Worth a try. Are you going to say 'take me to your leader' or do the whole thing from here?"
Vosil nods. "'Tis Draconic, the language of dragonkind; although judging by its accent, it has never actually heard it spoken by one of the Ancient Ones." Nor has Vosil, but that's not going to prevent him indulging in a little editorialising (alas, nothing does). "It asked us what we want. Which is actually a jolly good question."
Vosil shakes his head wearily at Edric's admonition. Paladins are useful to have around on occasion, but most of them seem to have had their sense of humour removed with almost surgical precision. Oh well. Time to change the subject. "I wonder if they're planning to reply to us, or just hoping that we go away. Do we have a next move if they don't respond to Talia's greetings?" He looks at the palisade and what he can see beyond it. A few flaming arrows might get their attention, but the place looks too soggy to burn.
gosh, The Young Ones. That is going back a ways. "Ah, the old 'eat the television' trick, eh?" Good times.
Vosil looks up from the book that he has been reading through to refresh his memory. "Well, I have good news and not-so-good news. My sources tend to agree that lizardfolk are civilised; but there's some debate as to exactly how civilised. They tend not to be too picky about where their meat comes from, shall we say. But if we avoid looking too much like potential prey, we may be able to parley with them." A smile. "Alternatively, we could smear Gav with ketchup and present him as a peace-offering. He is our chief Diplomat, after all; and he already has some valuable experience of being devoured."
I have a slew of medication I have to take for the next 12 months, but it's better than the alternative. Your mastery of understatement is almost British :-)
"Ahah!" Something clicks in Vosil's mind as he briefly glimpses the thing in profile. "Lizardfolk. Now, let me see what I can recall about them..."
Vosil shrugs at the elf's comment. He, too, can see nothing. "The question is, should we be upset that they are on ours?"
I'm very, very relieved to see you are still with us, OGGM :-) ...and not just because it means that the game continues
Oof. Glad you're still with us and no major damage! All good wishes for your recovery and we will 'see' you when you are good and ready. Don't rush it - we'll be here!
Happy to do book 1 of the AP (and best wishes btw for everything!). Given the typical time PbP takes, let's leave book 2 until we get there, shall we? I'm happy to run it in principle, but I don't want to make promises I can't live up to. On the other hand, I won't be able to start until December/January (probably open up a thread some point in November to start discussing character creation etc). If people just want to get on with it, I'm happy to step back and you can start book 1 sooner, with the option of my stepping in to take over book 2 once we get there.
"Hmmm." Vosil looks intently at the very obvious signs of habitation. "As I believe the saying has it, there is no smoke without fire; and fire would seem to suggest some sort of civilization. For a given value of the word, of course." He struggles to recall any rumours of this place. It seems improbable that a settlement could just spring up without someone noticing it.
But then again, these lands are unknown: Terror incognita, as the old joke has it.
We haven't really done anything with this. Dead on the vine? Or just a pause? I'm still on for DMing the Dead Suns AP if anyone wants to give that a go. Probably looking at a Dec/Jan start, though.
Vosil nods. "That makes sense. Let us mark this territory as somewhere to return to with proper equipment, and move on, yes?"
Good stuff, and good luck! I've likewise got a fair bit on right now, but I'll drop by and take a look at the thread to see if it sparks any creative processes...
Vosil frowns thoughtfully. "It would seem that despite the fact that Concord itself backs onto a significant body of water, we have not hitherto taken advantage of that fact to conduct any waterborne exploration." He looks at the wizard. "Naralesh, do perchance your studies of the arcane provide any insight which might expedite our travel to that island?"
Ah. A lake. Our first ever water hex, I believe. ... Did anyone pack a boat in their luggage? Because I'm pretty sure that swimming out to the haunted tower that's on the island in the middle of a lake is a whole bunch of tropes we don't want to invoke.
There's an Old Ustalavic word for deriving satisfaction from the misfortune of others. Vosil can't quite recall it right now, but it's on the tip of his tongue. It tastes sweet, like honey. "Never let it be said that Gav refuses to get his hands dirty. Also, the rest of him." He looks quizzically at the Scoundrel of the Greenbelt as he pulls himself out of the mud cauldron: "I don't suppose you spotted any black rattlecap mushrooms while you were down there...?"
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