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Sorry, my work from home ended a few months ago and I lost a good amount of free time. I've been struggling to keep posting in most of my games as a result. I think it would be best if I officially dropped out - I don't think I have the bandwith to keep up with this one anymore, especially since I had been running the treasure for a while. Thanks for your support though, Daniel, it was a fun game!
I'll organize the treasure at some point in the near future, but at the moment I don't mind anyone taking various things.
BAB +1 (to +7)
+1 Alchemist level (9 Alchemist/1 gunslinger) Sickened condition added to secreted toxin. +1 formula known (level 3 - channel vigor) Skill ranks added (9 points/2 background) +1 Acrobatics
+1 craft (alchemy)
Alchemical ordnance is now 5d6+6, and there are 12 anointing uses eper day.
Zimdoz steps away and readies to blast the wizard if he casts a spell. Pellet Blast if he casts a Spell:
Zimdoz loads his last bullet into his gun, and readies again. Readied Action if Furkas casts a spell:
Zimdoz shakes off the effect of the cloud, then moves away. He quickly moves closer to the wizard, and loads a smoking hot paper cartridge into his dragon pistol, and it looks like he's waiting for something. Readied Action if Furkas casts a spell:
Zimdoz's fur stands on end at the obvious thought of a nanite swarm, "I don't have too much left - in terms of ammo. Haven't had a chance to shop recently, but I can face it with what I've got." He seems like he's trying to put a brave face on.
Zimdoz nods, "down to the basement, and hope that this wizard doesn't stab us in the back, I think."
Zimdoz says, quietly, "um... the collection of insects is talking to us..." He coughs and skitters away quickly, "we don't want any trouble!"
Zimdoz shudders, ”no thanks, to any of these worms. Ugh. Disgusting.” He sniffs and wipes his nose, ”in the Warren you learn to stay clean, or you die. Worms are definitely not clean.”
Zimdoz, though almost out of ammo, feels a little useless, so he searches around for anything interesting.
Zimdoz stays far away from the creature.
Zimdoz follows the others, and stays back in the hall. He gestures for Riot Suppressor Bot to engage, "that ooze will disturb our peace, Bot! It should be quieted!"
Zimdoz participates in looking around as the others chat.
Zimdoz, per usual for the last few minutes, simply stands nearby as the robot he repaired goes to town on a bad guy.
Zimdoz just cheers from the back, being out of ammo.
Zimdoz just hangs out in the hallway.
Zimdoz, having little ammo, again relies on Riot suppressor Bot. He stands near Poshment to protect him.
Zimdoz checks this door as well for traps.
"Enter, or not?"
Zimdoz whispers, [smaller]"I don't think we should release this fellow, in fact, he seems very dangerous."[/smaller
Zimdoz always hangs out in front!
Zimdoz always remains near the front to scout, despite his obvious use of a ranged weapon.
Zimdoz searches for mechanical and technological traps before anyone opens the door.
Avg 5, so 5. Zimdoz is now updated!
Hey Daniel, are the new folks are level 9, should we level up?
Zimdoz squeaks when he sees the new people, and puffs up his cheeks in alarm briefly before calming himself down. He is carrying a shabby-looking wide-barrelled pistol, though he keeps it pointed at the ground. "y.. you folks aren't going to kill us, are you?" He hides behind Riot Suppressor Bot, who stands stoically by, holding its warhammer. Zimdoz is a slight ratfolk with black fur and long whiskers. He typically wears outfits with many pockets and wears a pair of goggles. His fur seems wet with some sort of strange material, but he's carrying a great many different bits of junk and gadgets on his person, including a bandolier full of iron flasks with strange fluids. Zimdoz peeks out nods when Narek mentions the Skyfall, "um, yes, yes, Alldur is the theoretical philosopher - I am the applied philosopher." He blinks, "we've found many artifacts that - well, maybe they came from skyfall, in any event, they're very advanced - far beyond what's found elsewhere in Golarion. I have my own theories... but Alldur can get them to work pretty well, and I know how to break them, at least." He taps on Riot Suppressor Bot and says, "and I fixed this big fella too."
Zimdoz nods, "yep, that sounds good." He twitches a little, and guides Riot Suppressor Bot towards downstairs.
Zimdoz says "good job, um, everyone!"
Zimdoz shakes off the spell effect, and then cheers, "good job! Uh. Keep up the good work!"
Zimdoz, almost out of ammo, cheers on his friends, "good luck, everyone!"
Zimdoz says, "Ack! 'bot! You're so aggressive!" He scurries forward after quickly putting a smoldering ordnance into the dragon pistol, and readies to fire should either of the casters cast a spell.
Zimdoz tries to figure out how powerful the things are.
Zimdoz squeaks in behind Poshment and looks around.
Zimdoz moves over to the door himself, and says to Poshment, "I mean I know all about these things - and yet - none of this makes sense. It's as if it were a madhouse here!" he squeaks.
Zimdoz checks it for traps before they enter.
Zimdoz does the same, looking for secret things.
Hiya, this is Zimdoz. Ratfolk alchemist/gunslinger. I also try to find traps, but can’t get magical ones.
Yep, it sounds to me like Grezzag is gonna head off to the old robot smashing pasture.
Zimdoz looks at the others. He shrugs, ”I don’t know what we should do. Let it out to just kill it?” He itches behind his ear. ”Leave it there?”
I think we usually have enough room. Not too much is narrow, but I could be wrong.
Heya, welcome :).
Zimdoz looks at the thing, and blinks, his beady black eyes confused. "Um - this is a turbine that generates wind contain something within the sphere. It sounds like there's flapping coming from inside? Hold on ... Poshy-poo." He winks at Poshment, and then looks for a button. "Though, if we press a button - are we letting something out or keeping something in?"
Happy Holiday season to everyone!
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