Hopefully this game is still going. Its been slow but I've enjoyed everyone's roleplaying so far.
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"You taste like chicken? Gog like fried chicken" Wizgille overhears Gog's loud voice and recalls in a daydream this one time her and Kaylin got real drunk and experimented and chooses not to comment.
"Wait, does that make me the *edible* Kaylin?" That's an amusing interpretation.
Wizgille looks like a drowned rat after her dousing. "Thank you Bryn." With Eve's help stabilizing her bag, she grabs hold and pulls it down to the ground. Unzipping the top pouch, she releases the tiny familiar. The familiar looks like a pixie, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Kaylin, except made up of gold and copper plating. The wings are some sort of synthetic membrane that glistens with rainbow swirls. A small key is inserted into a slot in its back. "Well would you look at that. I did wind it up after all. I must have been so focused I simply forgot." Wizgille still drips with ale and flicks her arms splashing her surrounding area with wet droplets. "Yeck! Well, I'm going to sit outside now and dry off in the rising sun. I'm ready when it is time to go. TICK! Blow-dry mode!" Wizgille tries to maintain her dignity by sexily strutting out of the inn while the clockwork pixie furiously works its wings around her, blowing her hair in the wind like a cover girl. As she exits, you can clearly see that a circular burnt hole in the rear of her pants exposes her undergarments, but Wizgille is seemingly oblivious.
I cast Ghost Sound. Your T.I.C.K coming to life was purely coincidental.
Wizgille hears the whirring sound and spots her backpack slowly lifting off the ground. Her eyes widen with disbelief. "Oh no! My T.I.C.K familiar (Tiny Inedible Clockwork Kaylin)! I made sure to specify this time GOG!" She briefly glares at the half-ogre. "But how? It shouldn't be operable. I haven't wound the key yet. Eve...! Is this your doing? Somebody help me catch it." The backpack blindly oscillates over the table of food, knocking over cups and sending plates tumbling to the floor. Wizgille hops onto the table and spreads her arms to capture the bag in a hug but the bag slams into her with enough force to send her sprawling through the air instead. She lands in Bryn's lap and right onto the salamander egg in her buttocks pocket which shatters and ignites. "Fire! Fire! she screams and runs in circles. Meanwhile, the hovering bag starts migrating across the dining room in a zigzagging route.
Wizgille nearly bursts out laughing when Eve falls but manages to slap her hands over her mouth and stifles a giggle. "Mmm hmm haaha. Yes, the eggs are delicious. But are you sure you should be having some? Have you gained weight? Even Gog's chair held. I jest. I jest. You just picked the unlucky seat. Here, let me help you with that." Wizgille offers Eve a hand to stand up then screws the chair leg back into the seat. "Good as new. And to make it up to you, how about I order us up some drinks to go with the eggs? Are you a juice or coffee person in the morning or do you go straight to the hard stuff? No judgement."
Before anyone else comes downstairs, Wizgille leans over mischievously and whispers in Bryn’s ear. ”I have an idea for a little fun this morning.” Wizgille slips under the table and messes with the chair opposite her.
She rigs the chair leg to fall off after the next person sits on it (3 rounds or 18 seconds later). She returns to her own seat and tells Bryn, ”And now we wait.”
Wizgille wakes up in the morning, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. She's all packed for the journey and drags down the stairs behind her a backpack twice the size of her and overstuffed to near bursting with alchemical equipment. The glass flasks and tubes clank with each stair as she slowly thuds down one at a time. Once at the bottom of the steps, she drags the pack across the tavern floor, bumping into tables and knocking over a stool as she makes her way over to Bryn. Wizgille hefts the backpack up into its own seat and pulls herself up onto a chair next to the boatswain. "Good Morning!" she exclaims in a more cheerful mood than most would have the right to be after a night of drinking. "It's so nice to see another early bird. The early bird gets the worm. Or in this case, eggs and toast." Wizgille motions over the wench and orders herself a special. She is intrigued by the salamander eggs. "Self-immolating eggs...amazing. I must study this to determine its chemical make up. I wonder if I can integrate this into my bombs to enhance their conflagration." She pockets one of the eggs instead of eating it. "Hopefully I don't forget about this and sit on it. It would be very embarrassing if my pants caught fire."
Hopefully this game will pick up soon. Will we be getting a post a day or is this going to be slower than that?
After the drunken revelry, Wizgille likewise retires to her room. Unfortunately for whoever has an adjacent room (or sharing room), for the next two hours, Wizgille vigorously works on tinkering with her familiar before going to bed. The ringing "Ting Ting" sound of hammer against metal is likely painful to the ears of those who imbibed too deeply.
That sucks. Glad we didn't lose you.
So my character gets a clockwork spy familiar as a class feature. It has the stats of a clockwork spy but can have whatever shape you want it to be. The RDI Wizgille doesn't have a familiar so it is free reign to pick what form it takes. I've been stumped for a while as to what is should be. Since it has flying, I was originally thinking like a bird of some sort. But then I thought, how about a pixie? It could be like a clockwork Kaylin (as long as that's okay with Kaylin).
I noticed we're missing Natyli except her dotting at the beginning.
"Well unless some of you have horses, it sounds like we're walking. A day and a half isn't bad at all. Besides, what's better than spending an evening under the starry dynamo in the machinery of night? Is anyone good at foraging or cooking? I can cook up a mean squirrel. That may feed me, but I reckon Gog's appetite is quite larger. Does the inn offer take-out?" Wizgille shakes the sheriff's hand. "Unless anyone else has any questions, I think we have an agreement. We should be back within a week's time with news of our success. I assure you, we will not fail...I need the money." She then participates in the group's round of drinks and celebration of their next venture. "Here! Here!"
Wizgille puts on her Omni-sight goggles and scrutinizes the spot where Kaylin is sitting. "Kaylin! Have you been sitting there the entire time? You know better than to sit in my blind spot." "A fourth spring? There shouldn't be a fourth spring. No, certainly not. Maybe that's what caused the malfunction. If it created a rogue circuit with the power core, it could have caused a surge in heat..." Wizgille gingerly rubs the tender hand print left on her back from Gog and addresses Sheriff Reg. "My geography isn't so good. You might call me something of a shut in. You could even say I literally live under a rock. Where exactly is this Brightstone in relation to Marikest? Is it a walk or a ride? And most of your deputies were conscripted by the army? To fight what war again? How close is that conflict? How safe is the road to Brightstone? If you are short staffed, is it no longer patrolled? Of course, with the muscle sitting around this table, any bandits or monsters would be foolish to think we'd be an easy target."
I imagine most of us will be the butt of many of Eve's jokes. With the nature of the Red Dragon Inn game, all the characters are kind of designed to be at least partial dicks to each other.
"A b-bomb! No, it's not supposed to be a bomb!" Wizgille throws her hands up in exasperation. "It was supposed to be a fa... Well, you'll just have to wait and see." Wizgille begins sweeping the parts off the table and into her backpack. "Now were there supposed to be two springs or three...? I sure hope it only needed two because that's all that I see." A spring that was somehow lodged into the taproom's ceiling comes loose and by chance falls directly into her gaping bag. "Oh, there it is. How did it get up there?" She lowers the goggles sitting on her brow over her eyes and examines the ceiling in detail. "Interesting. The elasticity of the spring installed must be higher than anticipated. This warrants further testing." Wizgille removes her goggles and turns her attention back to Bryn and the sheriff. "Look at silly old me going off on a tangent like that. I just can't help myself sometimes...most of the times... My work is just so interesting. Did you know that...? Oh, look, I almost did it again." Wizgille has to stand up on her chair to reach, but she does to return a friendly slap on Bryn's back. "I can vouch for Bryn here that she can indeed punt a goblin farther than I've ever seen. And those rotten vermin deserve every punt that they get. I wonder if this distance can be quantified... The real variable would be the quality of the goblin. Some are more rotten than others. But perhaps if Brightstone is truly infested, there will a sizable sample to work with to get some real results on paper. Then we would just need to figure out a way to apply it..." Wizgille rambles on and on.
"But certainly this is a task for more than just me. I could have sworn there was a pixie sitting with me. I sometimes loose track of her though. Her wolf is much easier to spot. She feels the wolf under the table with her foot. Oh, there he is. Duh!" Wizgille palms herself in the face. "I swear, I'd loose my head if I didn't screw it on sometimes. Um, there a couple of other hearty acquaintances around here too. Given my proneness to accidents, I don't blame them for sitting with some distance."
Wizgille sits at a table, face down in a clockwork contraption of dubious functionality, while half listening to Sheriff Reg's pitch. Once the Sheriff is done talking, she finally looks up. "Clear out Brightstone? Can't you see I'm busy? Tinkering takes time and precision. If it's not done just right..." While her attention is diverted from the device, it begins to rumble. Slowly at first, then gradually more violently. "Oh no! No, no, no!" Wizgille exclaims in a panic. The device starts sparking and a small fire breaks out. "Oh no! I need to put that out. I can't allow the flux capacitor to melt. The result would be disastrous. Stand back!" Wizgille grabs the glass of wine she was drinking and douses the machine with it, which causes the flames to leap up higher. "Oh geez, oh geez! This is not good! Can't let it explode!" Wizgille runs in two full circles around the table with her hands flailing in the air. The device is now shooting a geyser of fire into the air like a roman candle and emitting a loud screeching wail. Finally, Wizgille grabs the box in her gloved hands and runs out the inn's main doors with the flaming contraption held high above her head. Outside, she immediately thrusts the invention down into the horse trough and douses the fire. The waterlogged machine gutters out and stops functioning entirely. A minute passes before Wizgille returns back into the inn cradling her ruined device in her arms with a defeated frown on her face. She sits back down at the table where the sheriff waits patiently. When she sets the mechanical box down on the table, all four sides fall off and gears, bolts, ball bearings, and other trinkets all spill out onto the tabletop and some even tumble off onto the floor. "This is going to be expensive to fix. How much did you say you were offering? 100 gold? 200 if we clear out some goblins...? I suddenly find myself with an excess of time on my hands and a shortage of funds. I'm in."
Did we determine if we knew each other? Are we interacting as strangers or familiar?
I'm ready to party!
Oh, do we need a backstory? I don't really know anything about the world these characters are existing in yet, so if I made a backstory, it would be kind of generic.
If not, we'll still have 6. Are we going to be an established adventuring party, or meeting for the first time? I'm excited to start. It's been a while since playing a PC in a PbP game. I've been GMing an adventure path since 2015 though.
I swapped out the Material Mastery discovery for the Infusion discovery. Character sheet should be complete now.
Yeah I ruled out precise bombs as out of character as she is likely to accidentally blow things up.
I’m not very familiar with alchemist myself actually. I should probably adjust the character to have the infusion discovery too.
Alias is WIP but dotting for now |