This scene is the best I have ever seen it handled. Great job, guys!
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I haven't been posting much so I'm not sure how much my opinion counts, but I am okay with a world that is mean but staying positive.
While he worried over his current inaccuracies lately Almos decided to get a feel for his new light crossbow. With everyone getting at least some he figured he wouldn't feel bad if he couldn't get any game.
Much of his confidence was returned despite one pheasant somehow had only been stunned and nearly knocked him off his pony.
"Of course, Miss." He says as the little magic trick fades and he hurries off to find some paint and something to write on.
"If you don't know why this concerns me you are not important or care enough about here. You have been asked to leave and I suggest you do so." He says with more confidence than he felt. For an added flair he muttered under his breath to get a little magic going. Ghostly serpents curled around his limbs and breeze rustled his clothing.
"I know she's letting me stay here as long as I help around the Inn. That's enough for me." He replies as he gets up to stand by Jimmy.
Who is that? I don't think I've seen him before. Almos think as he pushes his bowl forward and prepares to get up from his seat. Miss Ameiko was letting him stay here in exchange for chores, but if he could help out more he was going to!
Almos didn't seem to mind at all, though on occasion Chakacoatl would let out a soft hiss while dodging all the extra feet around. The boy picked up a nice set of studded leathe a rumor, thinking all the metal bits looked cool. "I wish I'd had my dagger yesterday too." He said as he gave the blade at his hip a pat. "I had the hammer from the pumpkin game, but I couldn't hit anything but a pumpkin with it. I guess I'm not a very good fighter."
Hello, everyone.
If it will help you out I'm all for it.
Almos had gone to his small room at the Red Dragon Inn and collected his own weapons but given the chance to get a new one he cheered up a bit. He even tried a few to see which he liked best before settling on a one of the smaller crossbows. It wasn't like he'd been useful up close after all. The next day his mood was noticeably better as he was able to bring Chakacoatl back to this plane. Serpentine friend back at his side, Almos began walking around town again. He didn't understand what everyone was so impressed over, though he had to admit his new crossbow looked nice. It wasn't until he spied someone not in high spirits that he thought something might still be wrong in Sandpoint. "Hey there, uh..." He pauses and flicks his fingers a bit. "Aeren! Yeah, Aeren. Are you okay? Did you have a bad dream or something? Did you eat carrots? I know I have bad dreams if I eat carrots before bed." Chakacoatl, for his part, stays back a foot or two.
"We're hurt and.. and in over our heads. I.. I want to go back."
"Chaka..." Almost says quietly as he stares at the spot his patron was sent back to the Other Planes. Angry at this, he ran over and gave te goblin that did the deed a hard kick before he calmed down. "I'm sorry, everyone, I can't heal anymore today, and Chakacoatl's gone until tomorrow. I'm not going to be very helpful aftr all, it seems."
Almos, not sure what he could do besides try and back his newly formed friends up with his magic or distract the goblins by swinging the hammer wildly, ran forward to be next to Chakacoatl and drew on a little wellspring of magic that was different from the rest. It let him see how near to death those in front of him were.
As this goes on Chakacoatl hisses angrily and strikes out at the goblin that had dared to hurt He Who Sheds Death! Much like his young priest, however, he seems to be quite out of practice.
"Go, my serpentine friend." Almos urges as Chakacoatl slithers his way around the corner towards a goblin as Almos watches with his hands still gripping the pumpkin hammer.
"Look, mister, I have a two-headed snake as a best friend." He points at Chakacoatl standing nearby. "I think a few more goblins won't be as much trouble for us."
"I'm not much of a fighter, but Chakacoatl here is better at it than I am and he can't be too far from me or he isn't able to stay. Plus I have magic that can heal, if um... it works." He mumbles the last bit, his confidence a bit shot at the moment.
"I don't have a well to worry about, so it's being isn't-" "That is not what he meant." Chakacoatl interrupts. "I was..." He sighs, shaking his head. "Thank you, He Who Sheds Death. I wasn't aware. Still, I will help him. The goblins attacked our home after all. Everyone's home."
Almos will go too. With Chakacoatl he's back to feeling confident.
As the shock and adrenaline wore off during the walk with Sheriff Hemlock to the garrison, and once there he gave a weak smile to Koya and Shayliss before sitting on the ground and resting a hand on Chakacoatl. All this reminded him of... something. It was too blurry in his head. He was just glad everyone seemed okay. He was just as upset that he'd barely been any help at all.
"I am starting to hate this festival..." He replies as he sits down and starts to murmur sibilant words under his breath. More snakes begin to appear around him, showing up and disappearing just as fast until finally several slide to the ground and form a two-headed, slightly feathered serpent. "I ssscent blood... and the small waste-takers..." "Yeah, goblins are attacking and ruined the festival and I need your help, Chakacoatl, sir." "I will assisst you. You should tend the other small one first though." The serpent says as he it looks over to Quiin. "Oh... yeah, h-he looks pretty bad." He says as his sees the state Quiin is in as well. He began chanting again and a snake came out of his sleeve to slither through the air and bite Quiin in the shoulder.
I imagine Almos' magic looks like this with significantly less skin showing. Safe for work, just lots of skin on that lady.
Stepping back and look around, Almos' eyes go wide as he sees Issac seems to have been set fire and is now bleeding.. strangely. Well, strange or not, he had to try something. So he began chanting the words Chakacoatl had taught him and pointed at his injured battle companion. "Sphaera vitae remedium..." He murmured as a soft hissing filled his ears. "Constituitur sanationis... lento convaluisset...." Several serpents of a ghostly appearance slid out of Almos' sleeves to fly over and bite Isaac, injecting a burning liquid into arm.
"Just run off or something!" Almos yells at the goblin as he continues swinging the hammer in futility. "Or pretend to be a pumpkin!"
The sudden ambush was a shock to Almos, but he forced himself to go through the fear and rush a goblin, swinging the pumpkin game mallet wildly. It is unfortunatel that goblins are far less stationary than pumpkins...
Almost shouldered the hammer(he'd return it later. What if more goblins attacked?) and walked alongside Isaac. "Sorry I wasn't much help, Isaac."
Almos looked back and forth as the exchange about the ghost-but-not went on before he shrugged and put the hammer down. "What's the big deal, everyone? She can bring her sister here just like I bring Chakacoutl I bet.
"I've got the goblin smasher!" Almos calls out as he runs back over to the group, holding up the hammer from the pumpkin smashing game.
Almos wasn't really sure what to do. He hadn't thought about bringing his own knife to the festival, and it took too long to call Chakacoatl to his side. He had to think of something he could do though! That's when his mind went back tot he pumpkin smashing game. There was a hammer there, and he'd smashed a pumpkin to bits with it! "I'll be right back!" He promises before running off towards the pumpkins.
"You want to fight, James? Isn't it a bunch of adults though?" He asks as he tries to figure out what he thinks of all the weird stuff in his serving of hot pot. "They'd just beat you up."
James changes tack as the announcements begin "Hey - let's go get some of that beef!" "As long as we get some food from Miss Ameiko too! She makes the best stuff around here!"
Before even getting an answer he asks one final, critical question "Hey. Do you play Whistleball?" "I've never heard of it. How do you play?"
"I'm Álmos." He replies as he holds a hand out to James. "Isn't this festival the best, James? I'm having a blast!"
Jerry, store clerk in Indiana, USA.
"Thank you! " He replies before handing the hammer back to Daviren. "Don't worry, sir, Chakacoatl and I will do our best to keep the town safe if those egg headed green scavengers!"
"Off! Okay, I can do this..." The hammer was heavy, but he could lift it. Now Almos had to do was figure out how to swing it the best way to get a really good hit! Thinking about what he knew he decided to swing it around in a circle a few times, just like he would his sling when skipping rocks, and bring it to bear against the side of one of the pumpkins, cracking it open and slinging pumpkin bits all over the place!
"Sounds like fun, and after you can use the mashed pumpkin to make Goblin Brain Pie! May I get the hammer? I'm gonna try it." he held out his hand and gave a friendly smile. The idea of pie might be motivating the boy more than, say, getting to smash stuff though.
The boards are on the fritz again. There's a thread about it called "Keep Being Signed Out" or something.
Once he was sure he'd forgotten the sight of whatever had been in the tank Almos began walking around to look for something else to do. His eyes landed on a large amount of pumpkins and hurried over to see Daviren Hosk. "Hey, mister, what's the game called and how do you play?"
Almos was ecstatic. He'd heard about the festival before but he'd never actually been to one. The boy wished Chakacoatl could be here. Miss Ameiko had suggested he'd be... distracting for some of the other people at the festival. Something about a two headed snake-god being unusual? He didn't really get it. Instead of thinking about it though he began using the little bit of extra coin he'd ben working really hard to get to run around and try all the games and food. Almos nearly asked if he could try the Hagfish Challenge, but when he saw what it entailed and the awful smell, he hurried away and tried to keep his meal(s) in his stomach. "Why would anyone want to do that?!"
Ah! I didn't see there were posts. I'll get something typed up in the morning.
Are you suuuuure?
What's Whistelball? I can't whistle....
"Wait, really? Sweet, that means Miss Ameiko is making that salmon!"
Really wasn't sure I'd make it here. Hello, world! Mechanical Note Reply: Chakacoatl currently has 2 heads. Reduced Con to 10 to make it a 12 point buy. Sorry about that.
I've added a Casting Tradition I hope is okay and thematic.
I'll talk with anybody that wants to :)
"Just bite them until the stop moving." "Chakacoatl, sir, please don't eat goblins. You don't know where they've been..."
Alright, I think I'm good to go. I reflavored Samsaran to be just a human reborn in a new body by a god and traded out the racial Language for Draconic. Hope it's fine.
As a child no less It was a lot easier than I expected since I only had to answer a few questions. This gives me time to figure our how to explain it all if their background comes up in-character. ^-^ Spoiler:
Almos' Answers
- How would you describe yourself in a single sentence? “I like to learn things and work hard when someone asks for my help.” - How did you end up in Sandpoint? Born here, moved here...?
- Who do you live with? Family, foster parents, siblings...?
- What do you want to do when you grow up?
- Who is your best friend?
- What is your favorite scary tale?
- Who is the most awesome person ever, and why is she Shalelu Andosana?
Chakacoatl's Answers
- How did you end up in Sandpoint? Born here, moved here...?
- Who do you live with? Family, foster parents, siblings...?
- What do you want to do when you grow up?
- Who is your best friend?
[i]- What is your favorite scary tale?
- Who is the most awesome person ever, and why is she Shalelu Andosana?
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