Sorry to hear it, but I do understand. Best of luck to y'all.
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"Comin' soon as we can, Tomid!" Zinny cries out worriedly, shocked that the man she and Hugo were fighting somehow managed to survive their mutual blows. Neither she nor Hugo really hit... gently. "Gossamer! Can you please help Tomid some, he's awful small an' these guys are tough..." The little dragon whistles something in the affirmative and launches herself from Zinny's shoulder.
For her part, Zinny swings at the man who stayed to fight. "Hey! You who's runnin'! Get back here, I ain't done with you!" she yells past him.
Zinny growls at the sword biting into her shoulder. She swings her mighty club.
Chaaarge! Zinny tears up the slope towards one of the archers, lifting her club over her head in both hands.
"You hurt my friends!"
CRUNCH!
*flops in a tired pile over here* I have been working on a big work deadline that has eaten my life for the last 10 days. Not quite through yet, either, but at least the end is in sight. Hugo: I kind of like Armor Expert for flavor stuff-- he might have worn armor around the smithy growing up, dreaming of the day he could wear it for real? I also like Born Free (mostly because I've played a Dominated barbarian who TPKed her own party... twice...) but I think it fits with Hugo's desire and determination to be a big damn hero. But there's nothing wrong with a +1 bonus to your will save, either.
Zinny cries out as Hugo takes an arrow, and little Tomid too. "That's it, now you done it!" she yells, scrambling off her horse.
She is not as swift as she wishes, alas. Zinny dashes up the slope towards the archers, leaving aside the sensible protection of sticking close to Hugo, alas. She will try and use one of the rocks for cover, however.
"Woah!" Zinny hollers as the arrows pepper the dirt around them. Her horse whinnies in alarm, and Zinny tries to calm it with a pat on the neck.
"That so?" she hollers back. "Well, I'd like t'hear it from the lady herself, so you can escort us there or we're gonna have some problems! Aside from the fact you just shot arrows at me!"
I personally would love for you to play a character you're happy with and enjoy playing. If that means rebuilding her, or even making a new character, I wouldn't mind a bit.
Zinny stands up, a little shyly, but raises her hand. "I'll go. Don't like the idea of your sister dragged off against her will none, sir," she says, earnestly. She looks around to the others to see if her friends will join in the call to another possibly-dangerous task.
Ping? Did we decide officially to put this game on hiatus until after PBP day, or....? I miss the crew. :P
Zinny listens to Jacob's frantic spilling-his-guts with a worried look that only gets more pronounced as it goes on. When he's done, she takes a deep breath, and glances in the direction of her small, invisible friend. They've got to tell the others, and quick. "Well," Zinny says slowly, "it's good you've come clean. You oughtn't have got mixed up in this business, you know that? But you confessed now, so-- so I don't think the Dagger'll come for you. And we'll take out this bad elf so you and your brother don't gotta be scared." ...she hopes, anyway. "You, uh, you see to your brother now..." Zinny quickly leaves. She takes a moment to breathlessly relate everything she just learned to Keel, then, with the invisible Gossamer on her shoulder, beelines to find the others. "Your idea worked, Gossamer-- that was real clever! I couldn't have come up with nothin' like that," she says, patting the little dragon, who hums in a smug fashion. As soon as she catches up with the others, Zinny spills everything she knows now, trying to keep it coherent. "We scared 'em into talkin', but I think it's bad! It's a big gang, and they got evil magic, and it's under the dark or something, but there's this evil mistress and also this bad elf who has black skin and they're real scared of him, and also it sounds like someone on the town council is a part of it!"
Zinny scowls at the older brother, highly tempted to whomp him just cuz he deserves it, but instead she focuses her attention on Jacob and his worried words. For one moment, her face twitches with something other than anger when Jacob recites the promise that he was gonna be 'impotent'...
...but Zinny manages to keep from bursting into inappropriate giggling. Somehow. Stern-face back in place, she looks down at the brothers with her arms crossed. "S'pose you think you're real tough. Well, we'll see about that. But see, bad people get what's comin' to 'em. Maybe you're right you ain't gotta worry about what I can do to you... Zinny leans down, her brows drawn together thunderously. "...but there's more'n me in the world. An' more'n this Mistress of yours, too." She steps back, and gives a very tiny nod to... an empty corner of the jail cell. So much more, whispers a voice-- not in the room, but inside the brother's heads! I am the spirit of Daggermark, and I will take vengeance on those who betray the people of this town! The image of a bloody, dripping dagger appears in the center of the cell, floating in space, rotating in eerie silence. I will chase you til you die. I will cut your hearts out. You will never be rid of me! "It's terrible," Zinny whispers ominously. "So you better talk!"
for GM:
Zinny has a few words with the warden and is allowed 'a little time' with the miscreants. The big girl enters the cell and closes the door behind her, giving the guard a little nod to move away. The guard takes a look at her face and moves off. Zinny focuses on Jacob. She stands over him, and deliberately draws her good old fence-post (there's something to be said for sentimentality, even if the new club is a better one to actually use in a fight), and pats the blunt, worn wood into the palm of her hand thoughtfully. "Jacob, you know all 'bout this club, don't you? I think I whumped you with it a time or two when you was actin' up at th' Whip. Maybe I shoulda cracked you harder on the skull back then. Smacked some sense into you... yeah. Mayhap you wouldn't have got up to all this trouble if so... "But then again, maybe you would've. Maybe you're just bad right down to the bone. Maybe there ain't no fixin' you or your brothers. Maybe you won't tell me nothin' 'bout what's goin' on an' why you was bringin' awful people into town." Zinny leans in, closer, frowning thunderously. "I don't like hurtin' people none," she says into Jacob's face. "But th' way I reckon it? If'n you wanna be bad, I guess I gotta treat you like a bad person. So let's find out. "Let's find out if whompin' you on th' skull'll make you be a better person or not." She raises the club in both hands, squinting down at Jacob, eyeing him as if considering just how hard and where to hit him.
"s'okay," Zinny says sheepishly to Tomid's apology. "Guess I over-reacted some myself. 's been a long day." She looks around at the others. "...so... we got us this fancy place... now what? I gotta get back to Momma at some point, I reckon. An' I'm thinkin' maybe I'll go have a chat with them fellas we handed over to Keel," she says, with a balling of one big fist.
Well, if so, our GM has the "2 traits" thing listed under Character Creation for our campaign, so he should change that. GET OFF OUR LAWN! *ducks* I tease, I tease. ;)
= new total HP 35 Fort +1
Skills +4 (2 from class, 1 favored class, 1 human) +Intimidate 2
Also, I noticed that somehow I only had 1 trait listed for Zinny. Per the char creation rules, we're supposed to have 2? I took Iron Liver, since I'm guessing she's been exposed to a lot of booze. Let me know if that's a problem.
"..." Zinny pulls back a bit. (It's sort of comical, really, the six-foot-tall woman biting her lip at words from a halfling half her size.) "...sorry," she mumbles. "Jes' goin' off what Miz Blau said..." Sheepishly, she goes to look at all the metal and tools in the forge-- she don't know nothin' about smithing, but she bets Hugo'd be eager to tell about them.
"....that's real creepy," Zinny says with a shiver. "A blade that tries to cut you? No thank you."
Zinny is amazed at everything, and the full depths of the place they've discovered. It's like something out of a storybook. She flops onto the work-bench in the little workshop and stares at all the fine tools. "...I reckon there's stuff in here what's worth an awful lot. What... what do you think we oughtta do with it all? 's it right we keep alla this to ourselves?"
Gossamer chirps inquisitively-- then flaps down from Zinny's shoulder to dunk her head into the fountain's streams and slurp up some water straight from the source. "Oh-- um--" says Zinny. "I think you're supposed to use the cup--"
The little dragon pulls back with a smug smile, and flies around the room with a show-off display of acrobatic aerial loops. Zinny chuckles despite herself.
"See, ain't it tasty?" Zinny says with a smile at Jacob joining them. She can't help but have another sip. Mm, mm!
Zinny offers a big smile around at all the others, feeling suddenly very fond of everyone.
"Forgiveness...? I dunno I got nobody I need to forgive for nothin'," Zinny says with her brows knit. ...well... maybe she's got some hurt feelin's towards Momma, she supposes. Momma never tellin' her about her daddy, an' all... Frowning, Zinny watches Grizelda and Hugo, but when neither of them keel over or turn funny colors, she shrugs, crosses her fingers, and takes the cup (once Tomid is done with it). Dip... and drink.
"Hey, you musta got that one too!" Zinny beams at the door opening. "That water don't taste funny, does it Hugo?"
Zinny blushes at the compliments, ducking her head. "...aw, thanks, 's just... I just had to turn a few of 'em..." (Eee, Hugo thinks she's smart!)
Zinny stares with undisguised admiration at Miz Blau and Mister Jacob an' all the things they know. Mercy, do they read all that stuff? She extends the admiring smile to Hugo when he chimes in with 'eclipse'. "I din't know that one," she says with a smile at the big man. In the next room, though, she perks up again. "Oh! This is just like untanglin' Momma's knittin' when it gets mired up! ...well, kinda..." Tongue peeping out her lips, Zinny starts fussing with the tiles, turning them. She may not have no book-learnin', but her sense of spatial relationships isn't too bad, it seems.
Okay, may be slow for a bit. Laptop adapter abruptly gave up the ghost and I'm on my last two hours of battery power at the moment. Hopefully I can get this fixed soon. GMPC as needed.
Zinny is oblivious to all the muttering! Because her typist is slow. She nods at Miz Blau's assertions they should keep going, and follows along into the next room, wriggling her fingers with her new gauntlets on. When she sees the numbers, her face flatly falls. "Ohhh.... it's sums," she says, with as much dread as she might say, it's a dragon. "I ain't never managed with sums! Momma's tried to teach me thirty times."
"Eep," Zinny says as she sees Hugo coming her way. "Hugo... you sure 'bout this? Even if yer strong enough to lift how much we weigh... sometimes a big box is harder to lift 'n a small box, even if they both weigh th' same! You ain't got enough hands for alla that!"
"Sure!" Zinny agrees easily. She takes off the gauntlets and hands them over to Hugo to try. Magic sure is somethin'.
Zinny blushes again when Hugo puts her hands around the gauntlets, her ears going bright red and her eyes looking down at her toes. She clears her throat. "Well... alright, guess I better put 'em on..." She fastens on the gauntlets and looks nervous for a bit. Then she steps away from the others and takes a test swing with her club. "--wow! Dun' feel like it weighs nothin' at all!" she says with a grin.
Zinny blushes at the compliments, smiling sheepishly, and applauding Miz Blau finally solving it. She stares with the others, wide-eyed, at the fancy things being revealed. "Wow," she whispers. "So them metal gloves actually make you stronger? Hugo, d'you want those? If not, I reckon maybe I could whomp people a little harder with 'em... And the ring makes you harder to hit? Well shoot, everyone can use that I reckon."
"Wow, Miz Blau!" Zinny exclaims when Grizelda gets THREE squares lit up. She looks down at the puzzle, her own brows knit. "Lessee here..." She looks at the stones, and picks another yellow marble, placing it in the third position, because that's the only one that's in the same slot all three goes, she reckons... ___ ___ YELLOW ___ Zinny licks her lips, thinks hard with her brows furrowed, and places another marble. PURPLE ___ YELLOW ____ She hesitates a moment, torn, then quickly places the last two to test her idea. PURPLE WHITE YELLOW GREEN Then she steps back to see if the cube lights up.
After Grizelda places a first guess, Zinny peers down at the stone for a little while longer. "So mayhap one of those is right, an' two others show up but not in their current spots," she ponders aloud. She plucks a few marbles to try and eliminate some options. BLUE PURPLE YELLOW WHITE
Too much logic for 3 am:
"...Nah, I don't," Zinny says with frustration to Tomid's words as the cube fails to light up again. "See, the light went off! I thought that was for the yella one, meanin' we had it right! Maybe it was for the red one?" She looks somewhere between helpless and massively irritated. This ain't her deal, it's the wizards and all the other smart folk what oughtta be solvin' this. But Zinny does have a major stubborn streak. She stares down at the cube. Red second, then? She slowly starts drawing more marbles, shaken now in her confidence. Maybe the gray meant it wasn't there at all (instead of her first thought that it was there, but in the wrong place).
Zinny nibbles on her thumbnail. "I think the yellow one's in the right spot now, see, cuz the first one lit up? Which means the red doesn't go in the first spot or the second, but maybe the third..." She tries again, putting the yellow in the first, and the red in the third slot. YELLOW ____ RED _____ "But I'm confused cuz none of these others have shown up as gray stones at all, so I don't think they're in it..." Shaking her head she draws two at random and puts them in. YELLOW WHITE RED GREEN.
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