Good news! I got a message from DM Raltus.
It's only a very busy real life, that is keeping him away from the boards at the moment.
He'll be back.
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Are last rights in order for our GM? I hope not.
As the dwarf and the bard are drunken enough to take over the choir duty, she stops and moves to the galley. There has to be something to eat that is not of questionable origin like Ingrahild's stew.
"Pearls before swine." Yorikata thinks, as she hears her uncultured companions complaining and planning to numb themself out on ale.
Yorikata estimates the distance and how quick she could get away again, in case it turns sour. She takes a deep breath and then starts singing at the top of her lungs.
Yorikata changes into fox form and sneaks over the water.
She walks around the boat, changes back and climbs aboard. She carefully looks around who is on deck.
"I'm pretty sneaky, but I don't knwo if I can climb the boat." Yorikata ponders the options. "But when we walk on water, we're at a decent height to start. But what do we do once we're on board? Sneak into our quarters? Because, I don't think Halrex is fun, when we try to scare her."
Yorikata crawls out of the backpack and changes to human form. "Yeah, sure. You're an orc. You don't even know what real darkness is. You're just to lazy to come out!" "I seriouslay have to ask Halgra of the Blackened Blades what she paid you for the passage. I get the feeling it was too much."
"We'll go to redlake fort to wipe out the Twisted Hearts Orc Tribe." Yorikata tells.
"Let's be accurate here - the ship has a crew which are all half-orc, but the coxswain, who is an orc woman. And so far none has tried to eat us. And as I worked in the galley I can tell they are also not hiding half humans in the pantry. Also no dwarves." "If it weren't for the pointy ears you could just imagine those half orcs as constantly seasick humans."
"It's a foul place. We just never ever go back in there." Yorikata comments. "The question is. Can they come out, or do they also need the lantern? Has anything besides us come out from there, since you set up camp here?" she asks Ingrahild. Yorikata compares the places Dain and Ingrahild have chosen. She doesn't see much difference but the work Ingrahild has already put in. And as she is no big fan of manual labor the is fine with using the place the dwarf chose.
"Yes, join us on the slave galley. There is always more room for people rowing." Yorikata tells.
"Oh, the humanity! Do never go in there. It's horrible. Eveil fey behind every corner. Plants that want to swallow you whole, or suck your blood out. And all that for a few lousy weapons most of us can't use." "Oh, and we found Ardashir. He's a nice guy. He had it even worse ending up in that place. Because we are back where we went in. He is still hundreds or thousands of miles away from where he came there."
Yorikata jumps at the menhir to get out of that cursed hole already.
"Last one is a lame duck." Yorikata calls out as she runs.
He can cast anything without gestures. Besides that he'd have to roll a harsh 35% failure chance.
I'm not sure how far back we got for free. We used the rope with the lily pads, as not all did dare to try the acrobatics. But if we're already checking seed bags in the vault's shed then we got back for free to the main room, where the bridge with the invisible stabbers starts. I moved everyone on the map to the lily pads or over if a post told so. Waiting there for clarification.
"I haven't healed you today, have I?" Yorikata asks and lays a hand on William.
Yorikata checks if there is a lock and if there is one, she locks it.
Yorikata hurries through the door.
"Were leaving, aren't we?" Yorikata tells and moves on in the direction they wanted to go.
Yorikata follows Lanneth.
"There are more of those evil infestations to come. We need Dain in top shape, with kempt beard and everything." Yorikata tells, looking at Lanneth.
"This garden is seriously lacking a creek to wash off that slime. Or maybe it's for the better as just something else would rise out of it to eat us." Yorikata comments. "Some mind bleach to forget the experience would be nice too."
"No dying here buddy."
In my opinion it is normal that a fight is easy, if save or suck build gets the good stuff to stick. On the other side, this AP is pretty much all hacking through strong enemies. Which we are now capable of. But wait until we get to fight the twisted hearts tribe and not those endless rows of weed, that are immune to mind affecting effects. Then the fun starts.
Regeneration or not. Being cut open has to leave scars. Yorikata looks fo rtwhere the scor from her cutting her way out is. Then she cuts the tree open right at the same place.
Yorikata tries again to get the knives into the bark.
That thing is so going down. One round of good rolls and it's history.
Yorikata goes for the stabby stab stab.
Against better judgement Yorikata turns back into a combat vialble form to join the fight.
Lanneth, wouldn't it be safer, if you went flying?
"I can sneak past anyway. But another one of those mudballs might be helpful to create a window for the slow and clanking part of our group." Yorikata jokes.
Yorikata grabs the rest of the items that no one has claimed yet and packs them on Ardashir to carry.
"This vault is cleared out and there are no druids left to take care of it. I'd like it very much to pay back this foul tree for trying to eat me, but it doesn't make a real difference." "But I fear we are totally incapable to sneak past that thing. Last time we acted like a bunch of headleass chicken, when we tried that."
"Let's bag the stuff." Yorikata suggests. "Ewigga, have you found what you searched in the cache?"
"Someone taking watch? Or are we all sleeping, hoping we'd awake uneaten by plants?"
"Classical weeding. How anticlimatic." Yorikata comments. She cuts the xtabays' stem just above the ground. She follows Lanneth dragging some along. There she plucks off the blossoms and stomps them until there is only a splat on the floor left.
"You burn them? Or what do you have in mind?" Yorikata asks.
"Let us rest in the corridor between the brambles room and the flowery corridor. There are no plants and it also has doors that can be closed." Yorikata suggests.
"In the middle of the thorny weeds? It's better than sleeping in this hole. But I'd prefer a less thorny place." Yorikata complains.
Even with everything laid out before her she finds nothing of interest for her. "Where is Ewigga? She wanted some of those too, right?" Yorikata tells looking out for the elf.
Looking at all the stuff and around at her companions she concludes in disappointment "I'm not sure this was worth the hassle. Ardashir might like that curved blade as a better replacement for the one he doesn't use anyway. But besides that?" She stops while looking at Lanneth "Or is there something really good with those papers and sticks?"
Yorikata sits on the edge of the chest, feet outside and slides the upper part of her body into the chest. Hanging at her legs, head down she looks if there are any shinies to see.
Yorikata raises a brow at William. Then she turns to Ardashir and asks "Is chivalry dead?"
"It deserves no better." Yorikata tells and starts cackling madly into the chest which makes it sound even more creepy.
Yorikata jumps out of the chest again. "Ouch." she voices as the sharp thorns attack her boots. But unfazed she takes a dagger and tries to open the crack or move the bottom or whatever works to satisfy her piqued curiosity.
"I am Kindu Rassi, former action star A-lister, 5 time Teen Star Weekly Most Stunning Smile winner, and now law enforcer in this grand city," Kindu said grandly as they made their way to the evil lair of evil doing. "And I must say that it is a pleasure to work with true professionals!" As they approached the coordinates, Kindu scratched his head. "Huh, this loks a lot like the villain's lair in my vid From Castrovel With Love," he said quietly, looking around for anything that might be watching them.
I'm actually being completely serious, though. Our characters never actually introduced each other. He honestly has no idea what your names are.
Jazzming shook her head, looking at the vesk in confusion. "Name doesn't sound familiar, unless you're talking about a ghost," she said. "If she was someone you met before me, all the Starfinders told me was that you guys needed a good pilot, so naturally they sent me."
By the way, expect to see some personality shifts with Kindu during combat. His powers have more than just a mechanical effect on him >:-3
"Of course, I've often had to work with the seedier side of civilization," Kindu said before the ysoki walked up. "Such as this little fella! I'm sure underneath his mercenary exterior beats the heart of a hero just waiting to burst forth!" Giving Glitch a winning smile, he momentarily faltered as the bantrid rolled up. "Um..yes, I'm sure that this...fellow would be happy to assist I, the great Kindu Rassi, to keep the citizens of Prosperity from all those who would do them harm!"
Quickly trying to come up with a proper response to make himself look the best in front of his new employers, Kindu replied, "Oh, yes, I was able to use my powerful personality and the authority given to me by the wonderful Aspis Corporation to distract these renegade robots as these enterprising individuals quickly saved the various civilians within this fine establishment." Giving a mental handshake to himself for his quick thinking, he continued. "Obviously there is some dastardly ne'er-do-well trying to ruin the fine name of your company, and I swear I will not rest until I find them and put them behind bars where they belong!" 'Insert heroic pose number 572 here and we're good,' he thought to himself as he stood with his chest puffed out and his hands on his hips. 'Cut, wrap, take it to the vidscreens.'
"Hey hey, off the face, watch it!" Kindu exclaimed as the skittermander suddenly started to go after him with a make up kit. Getting up, he helped to get Scrambles back into the seat. "I'm ugh sure he's a great camera man, but maybe someone a little less...manic, perhaps?" he asked Shurami awkwardly. "Perhaps yourself? I'm sure the two of us would get in some great shots together."
Thanks. I doubt I'd be an undercover agent, I'm too forthcoming for that.
Yeah. Thinking something like a cross between Johnny Cage from Mortal Kombat, Steve Irwin because he's just awesome, and the fad of celebrities on the decline filming their "real life" to bring their popularity back up.
Got an idea I want to try out. An action vid star who wants to go off and do a self-filmed "documentary" about "real life" on the frontier. He'll be a Lashunta Soldier Icon.
Waiting for Devic to return from her scouting trip, Skjor took the time to examine one of the robots. "What manner of being has made these metallic monsters?" he asked quietly. Picking up one of the robotic hands, he turned it slowly in his own. "It is very life-like, if made with metal and wires." Sparing a glance towards Moment, he advised, "Never ask a woman her age if you wish to add to yours."
"I dunno, heard about this one rabbit, terrorized a lot of people. Could eat a man whole in seconds. I think it was finally stopped by some kind of divine explosive spell, not sure about that," Murassa offered as they looked over the doors. "Of course, not sure if it was true or not, just something I heard in the orphanage years ago."
Thinking about making my character a hardcore version of Shaggy and Scooby-Doo...
Skjor was at a loss for words. They wanted the secret to...Doritos? Before he could stop himself, he let out great booming laughs, clutching his side with each shake. "Y-Y-you've b-been taking people to learn ab-bout chips?!" Unable to continue speaking?, he found himself rolling on the floor.
Vandra watched in stunned horror the destruction of his village. The cultists' laughter as they slaughtered everyone he knew froze the blood in his veins. "No no no nononono..." he muttered, unconsciously falling to his knees. His eyes wide, hands gripping the side, he started searching for his home. Finding the crooked weather vane he always promised to fix, he was just in time to hear the high-pitched scream as a blade cut into him mother's chest. Unable to block sight nor sound, he caught his own cry of despair and agony. Finally collapsing into a ball, all he could whisper were apologies.
As he readied himself to try and save Furnok, the wound from early suddenly overtook him. As pain suffused his entire being, Vandra barely heard his mother's shriek as he bonelessly collapsed onto the ground. Before consciousness fully left him, his last thoughts, strangely enough, were on the woman in Sandpoint that seemed to care so much when he fell ill. He should have spent more time with her, time he'd never get now...
Skjor was quick to scoff at the thought of it being aliens. "It is more likely a bored mage playing tricks upon the populace. Illusions and teleport spells will be the cause, just watch." Standing up, and draining the last of his mead, he nodded to Madame Silver. "Let us go and put an end to this pesky mage's fun."
As the dragon rose from the lava below, Murassa paused for a moment. Really, a dragon? A dragon? A dragon?! Why couldn't they come across a level of fluffy bunnies or something like that? Of course, knowing their luck, with strange undead and devils and the like, the bunny would be some kind of evil fiend only harmed by a very unique divine explosive. Shaking that strange thought out of his head, Murassa closed his eyes in concentration before thrusting out with mental energy, hoping to do something, anything, against a creature like that.
Thanks, turns out I did miss that.
"Gods preserve me from overeager guards," Murassa muttered as they were stopped. "Like seriously, did we really climb all that way just so he can look like he's doing something? This will be a good story for his grandchildren. 'Did I ever tell you kids about the time I stopped the town's heroes from entering the gates?'"
Fluffy Bits of Uvekin and Greyfur:
Born before the founding of the Kingdom of Many-Arrows to the strange union of man and she-orc under Selune's dark sky, Uvekin had always been odd. Finding his joy in nature rather than with his own kind, he spent the majority of his formative years gathering herbs and hunting game. He found his soon-to-be faithful companion Greyfur as a pup, trying to defend his dying mother from a rabid wolf. Quickly putting down the creature, he helped nurse the oddly-colored black wolf, weaning it from liquids to solids over time. It was during the violent transition from being a group of raiding orc tribes to a peaceful kingdom that Uvekin discovered what he believed was his destiny. Hunting with Greyfur between battles, they were set upon by a small sect of Gruumsh zealots, set on sacrificing their lives to keep the orcs on the traditional path. Fighting their way free, badly wounded, Uvekin collapsed beneath a tree, the light of the full moon shining upon his body and Greyfur licking the wounds with a near silent whine. As he felt his life ebbing away, he was visited by a beautiful woman with flowing silver hair and a mischievous grin. Feeling his wounds heal and his strength return, the that thing he heard was "It is not quite your time, not just yet. You still have much to learn, much to do," before waking up with the morning light, Greyface just watching him with a wolfish grin. After the successful founding of the Many-Arrows Kingdom, Uvekin and Greyfur took their leave, set on traveling the land and learning more about the goddess that appeared before him. During his travels, he met a strange dwarf named Flarghin Ironstone, who seemed to completely ignore, or out-right not notice, his orcish ancestry, he helped the man put down a small goblin incursion. Leaving on good terms, he wouldn't hear from him again until he received a strange message... Hope this works for ya!
Giving a sigh at people's antics, Skjor looked at the others before saying, "Shall we attempt to keep everybody's genitalia inside one's clothing? I would much appreciate it." Turning towards the surrendered demon, Skjor said, "You have relinquished yourself into our care, demon. I do not like you, you have gone against the natural order of nature by tampering with the very fabric of time itself. For that alone I should part your foul head from your body. You will tell us why you are doing this."
What they said. I've actually had a blast so far with this game (even if I can't win a dice roll for anything), and the RP in this game has been some of the best I've been in since I started playing in PbP. I know that I've been a bit b****y about my dice rolls, but that has nothing to do with this game or your style as GM. The dice bots just don't like me. Please don't change this to straight out of the book... Do wish I knew that I just had to do a prayer before all this started, but the RP we've been in because of this has be awesome. Now I want to see this play out however it works...
Oh, no, that's not why I did that. I got over my crappy rolls. Honestly, this was my original intent when I realized how this was going, though if we do come up with a better idea I'm all for it. The vigilante class would be an interest idea. It would be ironic, as my vigilante identity would be my real one and the civilian identity would be my false one... We'd just have to come up with a really good way for Pylos disappear. With spells like Speak With The Dead and myriad resurrection spells, a random body would be pointless.
"Kethaera, calm down and think!" Pylos said loudly, his fist banging on a table. "All that law means is that Barzillai and the church can't do anything overtly. And suddenly claiming to follow Shelyn would be readily figured as an admission of guilt. No, I either go to the church on Sunday, or something happens to me. Besides, do you really want your church to come under intense scrutiny at this time?" Looking over a Phillip, an idea swimming in his head and slowly finding purchase, Pylos said, "No, with the spells available to a priest, a random corpse would be discovered as soon as the body was found. But maybe...maybe it wouldn't have to be a fake corpse... And Kethaera is right, we cannot implicate the Silver Ravens."
Heard about that one, seemed interesting. Do wish they'd make an actual source book for the country. It has a lot of potential, especially since a lot of the gods/demons/otherworldly beings use it as neutral territory as their power is lessened due to lack of worshipers.
Biggun groggily sat up and rubbed his strangely sore face. "Ugh...Biggun not drink so much again," he muttered before slowly getting to his feet. "Did Biggun win?" But before anybody could answer, the floor beneath his feet shook violently, sending him back to his backside. "Biggun not drink no more!" he cried out before the shaking stopped.
As Tarnagius' rant wound down, Pylos' entire changed. His body stilled, his face carefully blank, and a cold aura surrounded him. "Oh, you're quite right. I do joke, I do make inappropriate comments. I am quite aware of what I do. It is a defense mechanism, if you want to get technical. A defense to keep myself sane as the sole owner of a conscience in a family that, quite literally in some cases, cavorts with fiends from Hell," he said, voice the temperature of fresh-laid snow. "So I joke, I flirt, I generally make a fool of myself when I can. But don't, don't for one second think I don't want that son of a b&&#* dead. I will do whatever I can to get rid of him. But it cannot happen, this city cannot function, if we alienate everybody that doesn't conform to some ideal image."
Giving a sigh, Pylos looked straight into Tarnagius' eyes. "Okay, Tarnagius, we need to talk. I get that you were raised up as a proper Chelish nobleman, with all the crap that entails, but you need to settle down. These fine ratfolk have kindly put us up in their own home, allowing us to hide our efforts from Barzillai's thugs. Jules, here, has more of a reason to hate us than we do him, not that I have any negative feelings towards him, and has been a great help. As for Kethaera, she probably has the least reason to help out on Kintargo than any of us. Indeed, she'd he more than welcome in pretty much any major, and some minor, city in the country. All of them want to help bring down Barzillai and get this city back to the splendor it once had." His gaze hardening, Pylos leaned over the table. "So the question remains, can you maintain a civil tongue while in the presence of these people?"
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