That's a pretty interesting boon. It'd be fun to see what other trouble the four gunslingers get up to.
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I looked up the sanctioning document. I think you're right, it just gives xp and treasure based on your level. For Scragatha that's a nice 14gp plus the 16sp for her earned income roll. "The Chronicle Sheet gives 4 Experience Point(s), 4 Reputation with one faction, and 10 Treasure Bundles appropriate to a character of their level. It also grants 8 days of Downtime.
Player name: Tarthrin
Earn Income: Crit success, so 2sp per downtime day
This is my first pregen/oneshot, As far as I understand, since I don't have any level 3 characters, I can still assign it to one of my level 1s, but I just can't apply it until they hit level 3, right?
Zakzak jumps off the zombie as it falls and rushes to the bar and gargles whatever booze he finds to wash out the taste. Then rejoins the group, casually picking his teeth with a fork. "That was awful! You're right Big Guy, going to be tasting that for sure." As the shieldmarshal starts asking questions he excitedly recants the tale of the heroes complete with action poses and miming. Although there seems to be a lot more explosions in his reenactment. "-Doc was a monster with her two! guns. blam blam blam blam blam" "-And then Zinny carefully lined up her shot and BLAM! guts everywhere." "-Booker was hitting them back with the butt of his gun and then got grabbed and it was almost over for him and then I just chomped it to death nomnomnom-"
His friends are still too close to use the spoon gun so Zakzak does something stupid instead. ◆Stride ◆Strike ◆Strike He runs and jumps onto the last zombie's back and starts biting him!
"Grawww! Rang Rawr omm omm" He growls and yells as he launches himself at the creature.
Not wanting to continue pelting his friends with scattering cutlery Zakzak bolts towards the doors to get them shut. "I'll get it!"
Definitely a lot more ret-conning in PbP, but I do enjoy the format a lot.
Zakzak has backed himself into a corner and can't see much of what's happening on the other side of the stairs, but he sees the lady in the black dress heading straight toward Zinny! "Look out Zinny!"
Don't you also double the "+1"? From doubling damage: "...When this happens, you roll the damage normally, adding all the normal modifiers, bonuses, and penalties. Then you double or halve the amount as appropriate (rounding down if you halved it).
Then he pops up and blasts the zombie right in the face! "Ah ha! Got ya, ya dumb thing"
As the negative energy washes over him and the zombie hits Zakzak he crumples to the ground. Dead.
@Zindarel, I think you are right about critcal hits, but it looks like the additional die from fatal doesn't get doubled. Critical Hits
Fatal
So it'd be:
That's where I was thinking 3 dice. That would only be accurate if you rolled dice separate for the crit instead of just doubling it. Not trying to be picky, just trying to understand it for myself, and talking through it with others helps.
Zakzak taunts Melsa and the zombie as he scurries off. "Pbbbtttt" you're too slow! Nyaaa!" Zakzak tries to keep some of the zombies busy by running around faster than they can go. He runs to towards east side of the room and tries to help take out the big greenie. "Hang on big guy!"
Unsure of how much punishment the bug guy could take and how much longer Booker can hold out, Zakzak rushes to load his gun again, just shoving a handful of powder and cutlery in the end of the gun.
Zakzak bashes the gun against the table leg a couple times to get the jammed knife loose. As the negative energy burns the goblin he snarls fiercely and uses the distraction to reload.
Then he scurries away trying to keep his distance. He sees his best friend Zindarel under attack and the huge zombie slobbering on Booker. For a moment he seems torn on who needs his help more but ultimately decides to help Zinny. He shouts. "Hang on! I'm coming!"
Zakzak scoots under the table to get some distance between him and the slow moving zombies.
He tries to make two quick shots in succession, but the gun jams temporarily on the second shot lamely spilling cutlery at Zakzak's feet instead of blasting zombies! "Gahh! Danged thing."
Zakzak changes his mind as the horde or zombies approaches."I need to get closer!" He jumps down the stairs and starts firing at the closest zombie.
Zakzak is already sneaking up the stairs "ppssst. Come on."
Zakzak tears his eyes away from the beautiful explosion. "Good work big guy. Let's go!" He bolts for the theater, trying to avoid notice.
Zakzak looks a little hurt at Zindarel's comment. "Hey, I can be sneaky if I want to!" He does get a little excited about Booker's idea. "A diversion, huh? Whataya thinking? Maybe some kind of explosion!? Or someone could run around and meet up with the rest of us later?"
Zakzak whistles as the Piercing Wind is revealed. "Looks nice, but too fancy for my taste." He busies himself emptying the Scothwels' cutlery drawers. "I guess the next step will be to make a break for it for the theater. Unless you guys want to try and sneak around to the side? I can make a bush!" He points at a small bush-shaped feather token pinned to his armor.
Zakzak looks confused for a moment as he looks to both her guns. "Err, don't you have two already? Or do you mean the boring way? I collected some stuff but never really tried using them since blasting the locks usually works." Zakzak digs out a leather roll full of thin bits of metal and springs and hands it over. "You can use these. If it doesn't work I'll show you how to do it the fun way."
Zakzak claps as everyone makes it across and gets excited as Booker and Doc start searching around. "Ah yeah! Let's loot the place! I mean, uh, look for clues?"
Also note, the Zakzak pregen has thieves' tools but is not trained in thievery.
Zakzak jumps up, hoping to make up for last time. "I can get across and I have the tools to open that window."
He easily gets across with a triumphant bow at the end. "Now to pick this lock!" He pulls out the spoon gun and carefully aims at the lock.
"Ta da! Alright, come on over! Err, uh, watch for glass shards though" He also carefully pockets some of the larger shards for more ammunition later.
Zakzak's attention from the door is torn away by the mention of costumes. "Yeah! Costumes, then we can disguise ourselves as anything, I can be a prince, and Zindarel, you can be dressed as a fairy, and uh, Booker you can be a, uh, tree? And Doc can be a witch!"
Zakzak is very excited, all of this was very usually "not allowed", shooting guns inside, walking from roof to roof on a tightrope, breaking into someone's upper floor. He was didn't waste any time grabbing some powder packages. He asks; "Got any silverware I can borrow? This baby doesn't really use the boring stuff" However, he is almost immediately distracted by the siren's song of the Stay Out! sign. While staring at the door he asked hopefully and curiously "Whatsa, what's in there?" His feet about to start bringing him closer almost involuntarily.
Zakzak's cheeks, already flushed from embarrassment go even redder as he watches the other three easily make their way across. He works on getting himself together, standing upright and as tall as he can. He steels himself and tries one more time.
Having watched the other three on their techniques, he manages to make it across pretty confidently this time. He smiles up at Zindarel as he makes his landing. "I knew I could do it!"
Zakzak nearly loses his balance right off the get go.
He's just having a really hard time while trying to carry his new gun in one hand. "Err, maybe someone else should go first?"
Zakzak perks up at the mention of extra ammunition and weapons. "Oh more weapons! We could always use more. Although, if you can spare any silverware, that'll do just fine for me and my shiny new He holds it up triumphantly, somehow in the last few minutes he'd torn down the flingflenser for a more mobile one-handed pistol. "This way I can climb across those ropes and still have one hand free for shoot'n"
Looks like the pregens have been updated, Zakzak should now have a spoongun officially. There might be other changes, so I'd run through your characters.
Zakzak bounces around, adrenaline pumping from the brief fight and the opportunity to show off his gun! "Holy moley! zombies in the middle of town! Didya see me blow them up? You guys did awesome too! Though, I, uh, I don't want to go back out there either, I think the roof is a good idea."
Fatal d10, if crit:
Fatal d10, if crit:
With equal parts excitement and terror Zakzak jumps off the table and retreats a few feet from the zombies shambling up to him. "Haha! Yeah! Alright guys watch now! This time it'll work good!" His first strike hits the zombie in front, spraying the one behind with a scatter of sharpened blade. He then picks up a nearby discarded cloak and throws it in the faces of the zombies headed towards him. As they struggle to remove the cloak Zakzak hurriedly reloads, not taking much care in how much powder he crams in the gun and takes another quick shot at the mass of zombies headed towards him.
Can Zakzak have his weapon drawn for this 1st round since he was playing with it? Fine either way, just so I use the right actions.
Zakzak looks up at Booker as he helps with the gun, genuine happiness on his face. "Thanks Booker!" Then in a lower less-excitable voice. "Thanks, most longshanks don't seem very interested in my gun and I guess I got a little too excited. Zin is always telling me to calm down and don't shoot that and blah blah. But her heart is in the right place and I know she loves hanging out with me even if she pretends not to." He jumps back up from the table to his chair. "All fixed! Thanks Booker. We'll find something to shoot later I guess. Outside?" He casts a questioning eyebrow towards Zindarel at the last word. While he usually did what he wanted, he did try to listen to her sometimes.
His eyes light up with excitement as someone shows interest in his pride and joy. "Oh this? My Flingflenser? I made it myself! It's not super accurate, but if you want to clear a crowd of badguys, this here will do that and more!" He jumps up from his seat to show Booker the contraption more closely. Want to see?! I could uh, shoot that barrel over there!" He starts to aim eagerly and pulls the trigger, but it just clicks as a sharpened blade or two falls off onto the floor with a clatter. Disappointed he ducks under the table to collect the pieces and get it fixed. "Err, uh, one second, I'll try again."
"Don't like pickle juice? What's wrong with you? It's good for you and tastes great. Especially with the charred grub steaks. Mmm-mmm." He rubs his belly in the universal sign of delicious food. He continues to talk to the new companions asking them about a dozen questions a second without actually giving anyone time to respond or listening to the answers anyway. Zakzak looks around the room "Why is everyone so excited about sitting around in a dark room watching other people? We should do something more exciting. Like ah, like... Hmmm" He falls silent for a brief glorious moment.
The over-excitable goblin, Zakzak speaks up for the group. "Hi Lady! One round of fermented pickle juice and charred grub cakes for everyone!" He smiles, pleased with himself and that, thanks to his quick thinking, everyone will be happy with their meals. |