paizo.com Favorited Posts by mishimapaizo.com Favorited Posts by mishima2024-03-26T21:44:22Z2024-03-26T21:44:22ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post Discussion: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) DiscussionScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/discussion&page=48#23532024-03-22T00:00:06Z2024-03-21T23:32:10Z<p>Basically the plan:</p>
<p>Step 1: Get the guy drunk. Complete
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Step 2: Get the guy stoned. In progress
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Step 3: Get him to promise an exorbitant reward for helping. To come</p>Basically the plan:
Step 1: Get the guy drunk. Complete
Step 2: Get the guy stoned. In progress
Step 3: Get him to promise an exorbitant reward for helping. To comeScramsax (alias of mishima)2024-03-21T23:32:10ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=151#75422024-02-12T18:44:46Z2024-02-12T07:28:08Z<p><b>"That gem...or stone now, er, well it has an essence from long ago. From when the first dryads walked through trees. It used to be something hidden from someone I love, a hidden forest...or a memory of one. A love of one. And then it became a gift like...when a thorny bramble bursts red with a rose, that energy when a bud pops in spring.</b></p>
<p><b>"It could bring transformation. No, I'm not explaining well..."</b> It was a hard thing to define, psionics. <b>"I found within it my own place, where I stole a power that let me walk in the dreams of others, and cripple the mechanus tumbling within. Within the minds of foes, I mean."</b></p>
<p><b>"But it could also bring me further within meself...let me connect with thoughts and dreams that my own blood or intuition couldn't allow. Impossible things that the universe wouldn't allow, some far away place within me beyond Mnemosyne. Now, like me, what does your steel see within the stone, I wonder...what does the steel see as the stone carries it beyond its forged fate, like the gem carried me beyond my born fate. Has the gem lost its grace completely or is the memory of that ancient forest still alive in there, somehow..."</b></p>
<p>What was left of Illarya in there after I had taken everything, is what I couldn't then find the words to say.</p>
<p><b>"Its ok. I get it. You don't have even the slightest idea what I'm saying, I'm used to it. Just remember its important to me too, eh?"</b></p>"That gem...or stone now, er, well it has an essence from long ago. From when the first dryads walked through trees. It used to be something hidden from someone I love, a hidden forest...or a memory of one. A love of one. And then it became a gift like...when a thorny bramble bursts red with a rose, that energy when a bud pops in spring.
"It could bring transformation. No, I'm not explaining well..." It was a hard thing to define, psionics. "I found within it my own place, where I stole a...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2024-02-12T07:28:08ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=151#75382024-02-12T05:50:58Z2024-02-12T05:46:38Z<p><b>"Exactly. Here, take this poisoned beef shank and rope it off to your thigh. Let them get a little taste, then I'll strike from my hidden position of safety..."</b></p>"Exactly. Here, take this poisoned beef shank and rope it off to your thigh. Let them get a little taste, then I'll strike from my hidden position of safety..."Scramsax (alias of mishima)2024-02-12T05:46:38ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=151#75362024-02-12T05:08:03Z2024-02-12T04:56:59Z<p><b>"Yeah, I can get on board with that. The old fake out ambush. Now would be a good time to review the S.C.R.A.M. method..."</b></p>
<p><b>"S - Stay Stealthy. Keep quiet and avoid making sudden movements which might alert the ice hyenas (or other supposed threats) of my presence."</b></p>
<p><b>"C - Choose Cover. Exploit nearby foliage and rocks to use as a barrier between their approach."</b></p>
<p><b>"R - Ready Tools. Have defensive implements and deterrents readily accessible, such as sacks of imported peppers or exotic dynamite sticks available."</b></p>
<p><b>"A - Assess Area. Remember to scan the surroundings, identifying potential escape routes and advantageous positioning."</b></p>
<p><b>"M - Move Mindfully. Be aware the threat is functioning as a pack, pairs of foes might be working together to lead us into ambush."</b></p>
<p>I for one readied my climber's kit, strapping into the harness and tying off my grappling hook. Ice hyenas don't climb trees.</p>"Yeah, I can get on board with that. The old fake out ambush. Now would be a good time to review the S.C.R.A.M. method..."
"S - Stay Stealthy. Keep quiet and avoid making sudden movements which might alert the ice hyenas (or other supposed threats) of my presence."
"C - Choose Cover. Exploit nearby foliage and rocks to use as a barrier between their approach."
"R - Ready Tools. Have defensive implements and deterrents readily accessible, such as sacks of imported peppers or exotic dynamite...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2024-02-12T04:56:59ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=151#75282024-02-11T03:53:01Z2024-02-11T03:36:13Z<p>[Spoiler omitted]</p>[Spoiler omitted]Scramsax (alias of mishima)2024-02-11T03:36:13ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=151#75022024-02-07T03:00:36Z2024-02-07T02:24:12Z<p><b>"I was a treewalker once. Here, move over, let me give it a crack..."</b></p>
<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Survival:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3</span>
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<span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Halfling Luck!:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19</span></p>
<p><b>"Ah yes, there. See that climbing Peruvian Spidervine-er"</b> catching myself almost repeating Burst's mistake of asking a question, I quickly changed course. <b>"Look yonder at that Peruvian Spidervine. Behold, it clings only to one side of each trunk."</b></p>
<p>Kneeling, I snatched a pinch of soil, giving it a lick <b>"Hmm...calcium acetate. Water runs off of those nearby hillocks through here, in a downward fashion just so."</b></p>
<p>Glancing up to a few boughs full of midnight-mantled ravens, I gave the universal bird introduction <b>"•Squwak•"</b></p>
<p>They politely answered <b>•caw caw caw•</b> before flocking off towards the horizon.</p>
<p>Putting it all together, it was quite clear. <b>"That means west is that way, let's go."</b></p>
<p>Even I wasn't sure if I was lying or telling the truth.</p>"I was a treewalker once. Here, move over, let me give it a crack..."
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[dice=Halfling Luck!]1d20+2[/dice]
"Ah yes, there. See that climbing Peruvian Spidervine-er" catching myself almost repeating Burst's mistake of asking a question, I quickly changed course. "Look yonder at that Peruvian Spidervine. Behold, it clings only to one side of each trunk."
Kneeling, I snatched a pinch of soil, giving it a lick "Hmm...calcium acetate. Water runs off of those nearby...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2024-02-07T02:24:12ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=150#74972024-02-06T04:08:53Z2024-02-06T02:09:49Z<p>One of Scram's beans doesn't take the hint, not shutting up for anything...going on and on with banal anecdotes about its travels overseas...</p>
<p><i>"...oh you know another thing that's weird? They put mustard on bagels! Isn't that kooky? Luckily my guide, Horgma, knew the best place to get them. Not where all the other beans went, only the locally grown knew about this place..."</i></p>One of Scram's beans doesn't take the hint, not shutting up for anything...going on and on with banal anecdotes about its travels overseas...
"...oh you know another thing that's weird? They put mustard on bagels! Isn't that kooky? Luckily my guide, Horgma, knew the best place to get them. Not where all the other beans went, only the locally grown knew about this place..."Scramsax (alias of mishima)2024-02-06T02:09:49ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=150#74802024-01-31T08:07:18Z2024-01-31T06:58:22Z<p><b>"Heh, well you don't have to say anything more. I'm familiar with the Harrington Jackdaw Double-speak Maneuver...in fact, I'm a master. When you promise something so vague its not bound by anything, yet vague enough to apply to everything."</b> I could swear I saw a little thundercloud at the edges of the elfmarked's ears. <b>"See like right now, yer squattin' there blockin' the wind off me whiskers...that's gonna add up in the accountant's summary of 'aiding my quest' later, isn't it? In the line item analysis?"</b></p>
<p>But suddenly a memory came to me in a flash. Back in Dalliance, back with Zove...was that a dream or a memory? Someone else's memory? There was something about Raseri's weapons I just realized was rather familiar...I had seen that maker's mark before in fact. Well in Nargenstal I had stole some jewels, just before hookin' up with the Six. One of Zove's gems was actually a scathesidhe Memory Philter wasn't it...had I...I drank it, didn't I?</p>
<p><b>"What do you say, Griz? The assassin lusts for bloodsport."</b></p>
<p>It seemed clear now, these were none other than the Raserian Artifacts Zove's undernetwork had used to fund their schemes against the Shadowsworn. All those Dalliance guerrillas who rejected the court of the Scarlet Heir once carried them...the rogues of One Million Stars. Yeah, she must've come a long way for 'em, for this was their artisan...the <i>Thorsdottir</i> that lived again.</p>
<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Deception, concealing the recognition:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12</span></p>"Heh, well you don't have to say anything more. I'm familiar with the Harrington Jackdaw Double-speak Maneuver...in fact, I'm a master. When you promise something so vague its not bound by anything, yet vague enough to apply to everything." I could swear I saw a little thundercloud at the edges of the elfmarked's ears. "See like right now, yer squattin' there blockin' the wind off me whiskers...that's gonna add up in the accountant's summary of 'aiding my quest' later, isn't it? In the line...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2024-01-31T06:58:22ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=150#74592024-01-29T17:44:42Z2024-01-28T23:49:04Z<p>[Spoiler omitted]</p>
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[Spoiler omitted]Scramsax (alias of mishima)2024-01-28T23:49:04ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=149#74312024-01-27T00:13:19Z2024-01-25T23:59:01Z<p><b>"She's the one capped me crown...you know, excised me occiput..er...divorced me pate."</b> Crickets of the plains used the interceding silence to communicate with each other, before I finally found the words <b>"Sliced my head in half! That little slashy swordslice which cast this gender bending jinx on me, what with her hexy Thor talisman and thrice enchanted Tools of the North."</b></p>
<p><b>"Behold!"</b> Pointing to the work of art known only as <i>Heiður</i> on the elfmarked's back. <b>"That's the very steel that parted my brains, still stained with the gore of me former self. That edge which cast me soul once and for all into the damned abyss, where only the grace of Mnemosyne could pluck a poor ghost free. The thrust that snatched Illarya's sapphire and stole me spooky psi-powers away, delivered by the arm of this cold turkey! 'Ware, Six, 'ware. Don't be fooled by those pale, chilly bones! They hold the strength of a thousand lifetimes, and the ire of a blinding lightning storm. I have seen with my own eyes she is in league with the Ghost Knights of Morgau, best friends forever with the bloody witches that are shoving eels and ticks into everyone's gastrointestinal systems everyday...s-she...she went to a ghoul's birthday party once..."</b></p>
<p>Well about that time I was gettin' pretty worked up, words were comin' out faster than my little girl mouth could enunciate, and probably half-truths or zero-truths were easier than fulls. <b>...blathering mumblecrusts!"</b> slobbering hot spittle steaming on the snow. My muscles tensed in anticipation of a precise knick across the frigid apple dangling at the <i>Thorsdottir</i>'s gullet.</p>
<p>But then I caught a glimpse of Gunnar, really thinking it over like...reminding me of practicalities and such. Maybe there was a deal to made here, in the end.</p>
<p>I heard the pity in Burst's voice, thinking only of reprieve from the cold and ice. Maybe mercy was no less than I would want, cornered in the cold.</p>
<p>The anticipation, bordering fear, from my beloved Prophet...who knew-before-I what was about to pass here. Maybe I had at last learned the shame-sting of pure murder.</p>
<p>And of course I held Griz in mind, who knew more about the tides of revenge than anybody. Maybe hard street justice meant nothing at all out here and away from the eyes of the mob.</p>
<p><i>Morrin's Misery</i> vanished behind my back, along with some part of my past.</p>
<p><b>"...eh, well, you heard her. A surrender. First of terms? Peacebond the weapon that took my life away, eh?"</b></p>
<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>She means tying <i>Heiður</i> to its sheathe in such a way that it can't be pulled (without a lot of effort).</span></p>
<div class="messageboard-quotee">DM wrote:</div><blockquote>"...buxom...'</blockquote><p><span class=messageboard-ooc>For what its worth, Scramsax has more of a gymnast's physique.</span>"She's the one capped me crown...you know, excised me occiput..er...divorced me pate." Crickets of the plains used the interceding silence to communicate with each other, before I finally found the words "Sliced my head in half! That little slashy swordslice which cast this gender bending jinx on me, what with her hexy Thor talisman and thrice enchanted Tools of the North."
"Behold!" Pointing to the work of art known only as Heiður on the elfmarked's back. "That's the very steel that parted...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2024-01-25T23:59:01ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=149#74122024-01-27T00:09:14Z2024-01-24T01:37:57Z<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Dek Dex:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4</span>
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<span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Scram Dex:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19</span></p>
<p>After that avalanche I looked and looked, but the leopard I had pulled from the Outlands wasn't to be found...I could feel it, the connection was gone. I liked to think she was back beyond the reach of mortal philosophy, plucking at the strings of the underworld with grabby paws.</p>
<p>Watching the black hat flip in the icy wind <b>"Musta been some magic in that old silk hat..."</b></p>
<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Perception:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19</span></p>
<p>But soon enough the glimmer of precious metals caught my eye, though I would later wish it hadn't... </p>
<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>Is this who I think it is?</span></p>[dice=Dek Dex]1d20+2[/dice]
[dice=Scram Dex]1d20+8[/dice]
After that avalanche I looked and looked, but the leopard I had pulled from the Outlands wasn't to be found...I could feel it, the connection was gone. I liked to think she was back beyond the reach of mortal philosophy, plucking at the strings of the underworld with grabby paws.
Watching the black hat flip in the icy wind "Musta been some magic in that old silk hat..."
[dice=Perception]1d20+10[/dice]
But soon enough the glimmer of...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2024-01-24T01:37:57ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=149#74052024-01-27T00:02:13Z2024-01-20T03:30:11Z<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Scram Attack:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9</span>
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<span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Halfling Luck!:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9</span></p>
<p>Like feline like con, Scram began flapping around oddly in the snow. Unfortunately there was no thesaurus in the ice citadel's library to find a better description, but 'prancing' came to mind.</p>
<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>DM, did Uncanny Dodge or Evasion apply to the giant snow shot? Wondering how much hp to mark.</span></p>
<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Dek Pounce:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11</span></p>[dice=Scram Attack]1d20+8[/dice]
[dice=Halfling Luck!]1d20+8[/dice]
Like feline like con, Scram began flapping around oddly in the snow. Unfortunately there was no thesaurus in the ice citadel's library to find a better description, but 'prancing' came to mind.
DM, did Uncanny Dodge or Evasion apply to the giant snow shot? Wondering how much hp to mark.
[dice=Dek Pounce]1d20+4[/dice]Scramsax (alias of mishima)2024-01-20T03:30:11ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post Discussion: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) DiscussionScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/discussion&page=47#23032024-01-15T00:01:05Z2024-01-14T20:35:32Z<p>Jack Frost nipping at your <i>bros</i>.</p>Jack Frost nipping at your bros.Scramsax (alias of mishima)2024-01-14T20:35:32ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=148#73752024-01-11T01:07:25Z2024-01-11T01:00:33Z<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Perception:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12</span></p>
<p><b>"...you know, maybe there <i>is</i> something to existentialism after all. Why not embrace the absurdity and unpredictability of this thing called life? If the meaning for living isn't predetermined, then <i>I'm</i> the one with the liberty to create my own purpose. Isn't that right, in the final analysis? Can't we better engage with existence by letting our guard down a little and taking things as they come?"</b> I can't remember exactly what I said, but it was something real ironic like that.</p>[dice=Perception]1d20+10[/dice]
"...you know, maybe there is something to existentialism after all. Why not embrace the absurdity and unpredictability of this thing called life? If the meaning for living isn't predetermined, then I'm the one with the liberty to create my own purpose. Isn't that right, in the final analysis? Can't we better engage with existence by letting our guard down a little and taking things as they come?" I can't remember exactly what I said, but it was something real...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2024-01-11T01:00:33ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=148#73692024-01-09T06:55:12Z2024-01-09T06:45:19Z<p>Well somehow she'd gone from terror of the skies to invitin' them in free. I kept my mouth shut, thinkin' I had done somethin' right. But aye them magic beans, it were a hard sell.</p>Well somehow she'd gone from terror of the skies to invitin' them in free. I kept my mouth shut, thinkin' I had done somethin' right. But aye them magic beans, it were a hard sell.Scramsax (alias of mishima)2024-01-09T06:45:19ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=147#73232023-12-30T06:21:44Z2023-12-30T04:50:03Z<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>One of those mornings...</span></p>
<p>I remember I had snuck into the Prophet's bunk real eager, sitting and staring at him until he woke up. I was holding two cups of coffee, and I think he assumed one of them was for him... <b>"Eh...morning, Prophet. I suppose you already know why I'm here."</b> Then there was like this real awkward silence, seemed to go on longer than really necessary. Prophet's mouth just made this real strange 'O' shape and I inferred <b>"Yes you got it, my ring. You always know. Listen, so of course you can blast balls of fire like no other...but I hear priests can also blast messages, like really far away and really specific to a person. Well, I was wonderin', maybe as part of your prayers today...you could ask for one of them Sendin' spells? I just want to talk to Vee, you know...let her know I haven't forgotten her and Illarya. Huh? Are you awake?"</b> He wasn't really moving, so I gave him a few solid pokes.</p>
<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>Assuming the Prophet is Willing...</span></p>
<p>I climbed up to the tippy top of that old house, swattin' away a damn fierce angry sparrow that had made its nest up in a cracked shingle. I faced what I thought was Narg in the north. Hmm, yeah then I raised my ringed fist to the right, towards the sun and began to speak. I tell you I felt something takin' my words, carrying em' away on the potent, condensed rays of dawn...</p>
<p><b><i><span class=messageboard-bigger>~Vee<span class=messageboard-ooc>(1)</span>, it's<span class=messageboard-ooc>(2)</span> me<span class=messageboard-ooc>(3)</span>, your<span class=messageboard-ooc>(4)</span> dad<span class=messageboard-ooc>(5)</span>. Damnit<span class=messageboard-ooc>(6)</span>, I<span class=messageboard-ooc>(7)</span> mean<span class=messageboard-ooc>(8)</span> mom<span class=messageboard-ooc>(9)</span>! Stupid<span class=messageboard-ooc>(10)</span> magic<span class=messageboard-ooc>(11)</span>...Scramsax<span class=messageboard-ooc>(12)</span>. Well<span class=messageboard-ooc>(13)</span>, how's<span class=messageboard-ooc>(14)</span> things<span class=messageboard-ooc>(15)</span>? Missin'<span class=messageboard-ooc>(16)</span> you<span class=messageboard-ooc>(17)</span> and<span class=messageboard-ooc>(18)</span> Ill-styles<span class=messageboard-ooc>(19)</span> real<span class=messageboard-ooc>(20)</span> bad<span class=messageboard-ooc>(21)</span>. I<span class=messageboard-ooc>(22)</span> love<span class=messageboard-ooc>(23)</span> you<span class=messageboard-ooc>(24)</span> both<span class=messageboard-ooc>(25)</span>.~</span></i></b></p>
<p>Yeah, cheesin' it up something fierce. Sat up there blushin' like a plum-festival sucker waitin' for the reply...</p>One of those mornings...
I remember I had snuck into the Prophet's bunk real eager, sitting and staring at him until he woke up. I was holding two cups of coffee, and I think he assumed one of them was for him... "Eh...morning, Prophet. I suppose you already know why I'm here." Then there was like this real awkward silence, seemed to go on longer than really necessary. Prophet's mouth just made this real strange 'O' shape and I inferred "Yes you got it, my ring. You always know. Listen, so...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-12-30T04:50:03ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=147#73062023-12-25T02:25:40Z2023-12-25T01:25:23Z<p>I tell ya I was that close to pickpocketin' an angel. Me, stone truth, a wastrel an'a scapegrace...nearly slipped me fingers into the folds of divinity. Dunno what celestials use for it. Wealth, I mean. Dek had heard about Astral Diamonds mined from the cotton pure mountainsides of the heavens...suppose that makes sense, its what them priests gotta cough up to the gods to get back their loved ones and such. Always somethin' to supply a mark, isn't it?</p>
<p>Course somethin' musta foiled that transaction in the present case. At the time I was thinkin' the child never really died, just transformed into something far off and away...bloody tentacles and whatnot. Or, hells, maybe she just preferred to slap that dancin' octopus silly. All I knows is such a deal weren't never on the table for ol' Griz.</p>
<p>Guess its for them to decide, who gets revenge and who don't, them angels.</p>I tell ya I was that close to pickpocketin' an angel. Me, stone truth, a wastrel an'a scapegrace...nearly slipped me fingers into the folds of divinity. Dunno what celestials use for it. Wealth, I mean. Dek had heard about Astral Diamonds mined from the cotton pure mountainsides of the heavens...suppose that makes sense, its what them priests gotta cough up to the gods to get back their loved ones and such. Always somethin' to supply a mark, isn't it?
Course somethin' musta foiled that...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-12-25T01:25:23ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post Discussion: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) DiscussionScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/discussion&page=45#22292023-12-13T22:16:54Z2023-12-13T21:36:49Z<div class="messageboard-quotee">Ingryd wrote:</div><blockquote>WHAT CHILDREN DID YOU <b>BEAR</b> INSIDE</blockquote><p>Intentional or not, I squirted diet Dr. Pepper out of my nostrils while my students were taking a test because of this. Thanks. ;)
<p>I have a commute home before I'll be able to gameplay post.</p>Ingryd wrote:WHAT CHILDREN DID YOU BEAR INSIDE
Intentional or not, I squirted diet Dr. Pepper out of my nostrils while my students were taking a test because of this. Thanks. ;) I have a commute home before I'll be able to gameplay post.Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-12-13T21:36:49ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post Discussion: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) DiscussionScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/discussion&page=45#22182023-12-12T04:25:13Z2023-12-11T23:20:26Z<p>No worries at all, there was no way to know or predict what would happen. :) Had Scram stumbled in there she would've grabbed it for sure.</p>No worries at all, there was no way to know or predict what would happen. :) Had Scram stumbled in there she would've grabbed it for sure.Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-12-11T23:20:26ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=146#72752023-12-11T23:27:33Z2023-12-11T23:11:12Z<p>Dek's eyes go starry night wild as the massive octopus-with-heads-for-suckers obliterates the last refuge of the Zobecker Griffon rider. She immediately turns to licking her paws in preparation for a return to the planes, but it doesn't come.</p>
<p>Scramsax was still alive, somehow.</p>
<p>Growling low in a forced purr she sends a mental probe, searching for what calamity has befallen the unbelievably lucky partner she's made...</p>
<p><b>"...oh lookie there, an old dart board. Burst, lets do a little 180 juggle...Barsellan rules..."</b> she heard the drunken voice propose. <b>"Burst...? Where'd she go..."</b></p>
<p><b>"That's not a dart board, its a waxed wheel of blue cheese...you're drunk Scramsax."</b> the leopard heard someone reply.</p>
<p>Unable to reconcile the chaotic scene in front of her and the mild banter within, Dekatron turns back to the hunt...to instinct. Approaching the fallen prisoners, she attempts to make some discernment among them...which one doesn't belong.</p>Dek's eyes go starry night wild as the massive octopus-with-heads-for-suckers obliterates the last refuge of the Zobecker Griffon rider. She immediately turns to licking her paws in preparation for a return to the planes, but it doesn't come.
Scramsax was still alive, somehow.
Growling low in a forced purr she sends a mental probe, searching for what calamity has befallen the unbelievably lucky partner she's made...
"...oh lookie there, an old dart board. Burst, lets do a little 180...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-12-11T23:11:12ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=146#72562023-12-08T01:13:49Z2023-12-08T00:49:43Z<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Perception(Poison):</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11</span>
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<span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Perception(Poison):</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12</span></p>
<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Wisdom:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16</span></p>
<p>Meanwhile Dekatron watched from outside with horror, feeling the telepathic connection to the halfling wither into an endless stream of raunchy jokes, visions of naked dryads, seaman ballads from the east or odd combinations of two or more of such things. Yes, the tentacle looked tasty, but in the final analysis would be better fried than raw. Thus with some noble wisdom the leopard's slobbering chops were sheathed for the moment.</p>
<p>She could even barely see Scram, in between the flapping suction cups and slimy netherous ectoplasm lubricating the prodigious proboscis, somehow dancing atop the something-very-much-resembling-water geyser and giving themself a hasty tattoo upon the fabled double crescent moon. A rescue mission was thus called off before it started; not that celestials abhorred tattoos, or pantsless thieves, but on account of the moisture.</p>
<p>The black triangle ears perked up at the voice of her master <b>"..urff...ha...wazzat one-a yers Griz...sounded like one-a yers..."</b> as the echo of an overwhelming death cry resonated outwards.</p>
<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Dek Perception:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17</span>
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<span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Dek Wisdom:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21</span></p>
<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>Not sure if Dek is in range for the check/save. If so...</span></p>
<p>The leopard from the outer realms cautiously took a circuitous path around the manor, getting closer to the source of the music from outside.</p>
<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Dek Stealth:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15</span></p>[dice=Perception(Poison)]1d20+8[/dice]
[dice=Perception(Poison)]1d20+8[/dice]
[dice=Wisdom]1d20+2[/dice]
Meanwhile Dekatron watched from outside with horror, feeling the telepathic connection to the halfling wither into an endless stream of raunchy jokes, visions of naked dryads, seaman ballads from the east or odd combinations of two or more of such things. Yes, the tentacle looked tasty, but in the final analysis would be better fried than raw. Thus with some noble wisdom the leopard's...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-12-08T00:49:43ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=145#72452023-12-07T01:26:28Z2023-12-07T00:40:23Z<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Lightweight Lightfoot:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 ⇒ 8</span></p>
<p>...and then, well, can't really remember much about what happened after that. Just remember open windows aren't really open when there's ghosts about. </p>
<p><i>I know that now.</i></p>
<p>Heard a lot of retellings of that day since then, though each of the Six had a different Narg Nasty story.</p>
<p>Gunnz claims it was how I got that 'Iron Stag' tattoo of a deer (with little beans for eyes) on my arse, givin' it to myself later when I drunkenly slurred 'Iron Crag' and 'Stout' together...rebrandin' the geyser brew and brandin' myself simultaneously.</p>
<p>Griz sez I got real political. Way she tells it, only valid point might be that Krakovan trade was gonna see more coin under vampire rule. Some drunken epiphany musta convinced me that those vamps were better with long-term investments after all, owin' to their immortal tainted souls, and not privy to the short term risks of yer common port hustler.</p>
<p>Burst described a game of trick-shot darts that I apparently challenged her to, and lost epically. Gotta say that one is pretty low on the believability scale, maybe 2 Scrams out of 5. I always know my throw, drunk or no...probably somethin' else shes not tellin' me.</p>
<p>The Prophet wouldn't give me the dish for a long time, but I finally got him to recount somethin'. Seems I was real keen on saddling up Dekatron for a fast trot out in the timbers. Sez I was gettin' agitated when he put his holy foot down, not letting a mate ride plastered. Sez that shiner I woke up to was his work...well, had to thank him for it.</p>
<p>All in all, not a night I'm proud of but hey...free beer.</p>[dice=Lightweight Lightfoot]1d20[/dice]
...and then, well, can't really remember much about what happened after that. Just remember open windows aren't really open when there's ghosts about.
I know that now.
Heard a lot of retellings of that day since then, though each of the Six had a different Narg Nasty story.
Gunnz claims it was how I got that 'Iron Stag' tattoo of a deer (with little beans for eyes) on my arse, givin' it to myself later when I drunkenly slurred 'Iron Crag' and...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-12-07T00:40:23ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=145#72222023-11-30T02:14:07Z2023-11-30T02:02:02Z<p>Them Zobecker Griffon riders always were momma's boys. If you looked closely enough, thief to mark I mean, you'd always see the signs: that embroidered handkerchief flapping in the wind, pauldrons polished beyond maternal scrutiny, and of course those carefully packed battle lunches lovingly prepared by mommy dearest. Kobolds down in the lower ward warrens used to joke about it <b>"There go the flying momma's boys, bravely upholding honor but never forgetting to write home."</b> they'd say. I even remember a scene from a play, can't remember if was one of Burst's later ones or not, that one about Sir Reginald? That line when his griffon got its wing stuck between two rocks in the skirmish with the great dragon Umbrathorn Nyxterror <b>"Mother?! I could use your expert advice on griffon wing disentanglement right about now!"</b> ...yeah, that line always got me. Many a legend of those momma's boys on flying griffons worth a chortle after a few pints.</p>
<p>So, Rupert's words during his second death didn't surprise me much.</p>
<p>That grape sure did.</p>
<p><b>"Changeling's still about, Burst...quick, a mask!"</b> I remember handing over the last of my rations, still cold as an Ice Hyena's warren as we traced back to that open window near the cradle. <b>"Guys, was my magic bean that brought the beer...I think that gurgling sound is the creepy little monster asphyxiating once and for all. Careful, was like a living darkness near the door liked to give me the heeby jeebies."</b> giving the skinny to the Six.</p>
<p>Course, before leaving the dirty banquet, I tried to find a free mug or stein leftover from whatever the hell was going on in there. Wasn't gonna let that bean juice go to waste.</p>
<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Investigation:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15</span></p>Them Zobecker Griffon riders always were momma's boys. If you looked closely enough, thief to mark I mean, you'd always see the signs: that embroidered handkerchief flapping in the wind, pauldrons polished beyond maternal scrutiny, and of course those carefully packed battle lunches lovingly prepared by mommy dearest. Kobolds down in the lower ward warrens used to joke about it "There go the flying momma's boys, bravely upholding honor but never forgetting to write home." they'd say. I even...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-11-30T02:02:02ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=145#72152023-11-28T18:16:20Z2023-11-28T17:20:28Z<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>Ah sorry, clear now. That was an off turn con save.</span></p>
<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Con man returns:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 ⇒ 17</span></p>
<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Attack:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9</span>
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<span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Halfling Luck!:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20</span>
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<span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Sneak, sling with frozen grape:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d4 + 4 + 4d6 ⇒ (4) + 4 + (2, 6, 2, 6) = 24</span></p>
<p>Shaking off the cold, I grabbed a frozen grape on the way to the corner of the room...quickly snapping it back around towards Griffon's spine.</p>
<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>Disengage Bonus, move as much as possible, snatch frozen grape or similar from frozen buffet, attack action with sneak.</span></p>Ah sorry, clear now. That was an off turn con save.
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[dice=Attack]1d20+8[/dice]
[dice=Halfling Luck!]1d20+8[/dice]
[dice=Sneak, sling with frozen grape]1d4+4+4d6[/dice]
Shaking off the cold, I grabbed a frozen grape on the way to the corner of the room...quickly snapping it back around towards Griffon's spine.
Disengage Bonus, move as much as possible, snatch frozen grape or similar from frozen buffet, attack action with sneak.Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-11-28T17:20:28ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post Discussion: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) DiscussionScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/discussion&page=45#22042023-11-27T02:24:38Z2023-11-27T01:42:43Z<p>Oh yeah, she was invis when they were passed out. :/</p>
<p>Don't worry, I got some bok choy with your name on it.</p>Oh yeah, she was invis when they were passed out. :/
Don't worry, I got some bok choy with your name on it.Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-11-27T01:42:43ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=144#71712023-11-16T01:22:20Z2023-11-16T01:04:01Z<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>History:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25</span></p>
<p>I had seen that pin before, I was sure of it...</p>[dice=History]1d20+5[/dice]
I had seen that pin before, I was sure of it...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-11-16T01:04:01ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=144#71572023-11-14T04:11:54Z2023-11-14T04:02:47Z<p>As grandpa and grandma blathered about god-knows-what, and Griz was nearly catapulting into the campfire chronicles, I could really smell what Gunnz was cookin'. I took some doodads from the Lost'n'Found heist and littered them about the east-side...careful not to strum the warning strings of the greater fiend colony.</p>
<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Sleight:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17</span> <span class=messageboard-ooc>as bonus Fast Hands while Dodging.</span></p>As grandpa and grandma blathered about god-knows-what, and Griz was nearly catapulting into the campfire chronicles, I could really smell what Gunnz was cookin'. I took some doodads from the Lost'n'Found heist and littered them about the east-side...careful not to strum the warning strings of the greater fiend colony.
[dice=Sleight]1d20+10[/dice] as bonus Fast Hands while Dodging.Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-11-14T04:02:47ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=144#71522023-11-14T02:04:19Z2023-11-14T01:26:10Z<p>I remember counting to 10 in order not to give Burst a slap, instead calmly saying something like <b>"Wait until my face is closer to the rotten pustule next time before you pop it."</b> I was still no closer to understanding how long this thing had been dead. But there was somethin' else caught my attention anyways.</p>
<p>At the time, I couldn't really figure the use of a fiend metatarsus. But If someone went to the trouble of removing some, must be valuable. So, I got crackin' as if I were diggin' into a buttery bowl of Chucklefish Chef Supreme's Claw-abunga Delights...though the stank-nasty necro gasses making their way down my throat and merging with the mucus membranes of my eyes and nostrils was less appealing than that sweet crab meat. Was more like that cheaper place down the docks, the one that served the Pinch Me Tender Platter on holidays for a copper. Now that was a gamble even the hardest Craps Crusader would steer clear of. The images of those shellarious seafood spectacles kept me goin' through the grim as I slowly sawed through the unpolished exoskeleton with my dull gemstone lapidary micro-blade. In the end I had a nice spider claw, but wasn't much cleaner. When in Zobeck.</p>
<p>I'm sure I did remember to mention the missing sacs <b>"Dang! Someone's already nabbed its best bits and bobs! Beware o' poisoners in the shadows..."</b></p>
<p>I was about to shake down the upstairs but Gunnz and the Prophet had other ideas.</p>I remember counting to 10 in order not to give Burst a slap, instead calmly saying something like "Wait until my face is closer to the rotten pustule next time before you pop it." I was still no closer to understanding how long this thing had been dead. But there was somethin' else caught my attention anyways.
At the time, I couldn't really figure the use of a fiend metatarsus. But If someone went to the trouble of removing some, must be valuable. So, I got crackin' as if I were diggin' into...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-11-14T01:26:10ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=143#71322023-11-09T04:24:15Z2023-11-09T04:20:01Z<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>She hands them over. Unpoisoned. Honest.</span></p>She hands them over. Unpoisoned. Honest.Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-11-09T04:20:01ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=143#71072023-11-01T15:44:44Z2023-11-01T12:35:41Z<p>I tried to say something reassuring like <b>"Easy come, easy go."</b> but was really just anxious to go loot the cabin. Plus mention of the plague again stirred a memory of that little girl back in Ligenau, just before the Widow heist...never did settle things with her. But also wasn't about to repeat history with Creepy Doo and Creepy Dee here, they were scarin' the bejesus outta me. I was really just ready to leave their •sses behind.</p>I tried to say something reassuring like "Easy come, easy go." but was really just anxious to go loot the cabin. Plus mention of the plague again stirred a memory of that little girl back in Ligenau, just before the Widow heist...never did settle things with her. But also wasn't about to repeat history with Creepy Doo and Creepy Dee here, they were scarin' the bejesus outta me. I was really just ready to leave their *sses behind.Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-11-01T12:35:41ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post Discussion: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) DiscussionScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/discussion&page=44#21712023-11-01T23:51:19Z2023-11-01T12:28:36Z<p><a href="https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=123#6129" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Ritual Post</a></p>
<p>Looks like candles, holy water, incense and silvered salt. In a post nearby he mentioned only being able to cleanse 2 infected at a time.</p>Ritual Post
Looks like candles, holy water, incense and silvered salt. In a post nearby he mentioned only being able to cleanse 2 infected at a time.Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-11-01T12:28:36ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post Discussion: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) DiscussionScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/discussion&page=44#21652023-10-29T23:34:55Z2023-10-29T21:29:09Z<p>Guys I know we are all pretty busy but I put up a 5e Spelljammer game on Myth Weavers if interested.</p>
<p><b><a href="https://www.myth-weavers.com/index.php?/clubs/1041-spelljammer-academy/&do=overview" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">Spelljammer Academy</a></b></p>
<p>...and yes, I don't have the best track record as DM lately. :P</p>
<p>Courts of the Shadow Fey [Failed]
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Saga of the Worm [Failed]
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Descent into Avernus [Failed]</p>
<p>These are pretty straightforward AL-style modules in comparison.</p>Guys I know we are all pretty busy but I put up a 5e Spelljammer game on Myth Weavers if interested.
Spelljammer Academy
...and yes, I don't have the best track record as DM lately. :P
Courts of the Shadow Fey [Failed]
Saga of the Worm [Failed]
Descent into Avernus [Failed]
These are pretty straightforward AL-style modules in comparison.Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-10-29T21:29:09ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=142#70782023-10-15T18:34:42Z2023-10-15T18:19:07Z<p>It took me a while, but I got all caught up. Heart had to calm a few ticks, and watching that spongy dark summer mist absorb the final light-cries of dusk I had that moment. This was that place Ari had come from, not so long ago...just before the sprout grew. She didn't just want them dead, she wanted them to <i>kill each other</i>.</p>
<p>Heh. I might've been with a similar intent, had the opportunity presented. What? You didn't think I was a killer? Killed a halfling once.</p>
<p>But the ruse had to carry on. The gnomes were betrayers, as it would be revealed. Henceforth, ghouls and gnomes have horrid interactions in the dark. For the price of a few pigments...was a fair deal to me.</p>
<p>I started with a terrific stroke of crimson, seeming to capture the last rays of dusk away from the shadows above. The line swept to a folium, and the tiny hats were complete. A mix of green took red to grey, and a jump with my line there became a soapstone carving of la'Affrat...the creature Tavis had identified from another dimension. If one looked closely they would find an imperfection in the shape of a ghoul dong. I ended with splashes of pink in large wasteful quantities around the scene...just to make it look more gnomish.</p>
<p>Or so the Prophet had named him: <b>"Laffy Rat"</b>.</p>It took me a while, but I got all caught up. Heart had to calm a few ticks, and watching that spongy dark summer mist absorb the final light-cries of dusk I had that moment. This was that place Ari had come from, not so long ago...just before the sprout grew. She didn't just want them dead, she wanted them to kill each other.
Heh. I might've been with a similar intent, had the opportunity presented. What? You didn't think I was a killer? Killed a halfling once.
But the ruse had to carry on....Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-10-15T18:19:07ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post Discussion: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) DiscussionScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/discussion&page=43#21412023-10-15T01:22:31Z2023-10-14T23:03:42Z<p>I intentionally pickpocketed it to negate that one's spellcasting ability. ;D</p>I intentionally pickpocketed it to negate that one's spellcasting ability. ;DScramsax (alias of mishima)2023-10-14T23:03:42ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=142#70652023-10-10T23:48:41Z2023-10-10T23:07:32Z<p>That horn bristled the hairs on Dekatron's back same as the line of goosebumps creeped up my spine. It was the first time I thought we had a real chance of being captured ourselves. More were coming, just like ol' Tortega the Juniper Moth to flame. The noble half of the Narg Nasty 6 would dictate we'd take the place of them prisoners, at best.</p>
<p>You know, just between you and me, I had another thought acreepin' in the shadows of me mind. That streetwise nose of opportunity, however bleak, was hard to shake off an old dog. I figured with their camp leaking squad after squad, a focused strike team could spearhead an attack from the flank and really polish off what Burst started. Of course, that would mean sacrificing the innocents we just helped start their run.</p>
<p>Yeah, was a bad situation, them plains at dusk. Dark thoughts were too easily sneakin' in. Me? Well, sure I was wantin' to survive and get the hell out of there quick. I tried to hint at hopelessness without bein' so cynical. I remember sayin' something like <b>"Unless we've a way of getting ALL of us outta here fast, they're gonna come at us in waves until we're weathered and <i>round-stone</i> dead."</b></p>
<p>I could see the battle fury in Crackles' eyes. The happy-go-lucky trust the Prophet had in his visions. The nurturing, unwavering protector spirit in Griz. They'd go down here and now for them people. It was Gunnz' cold tactical mind I appealed to. Burst's creative problem solving we needed more of.</p>
<p>For just a moment, an excursion into Shadow seemed a natural choice...though in any other case openin' a Road off the beaten Leypath would be suicide. I don't remember who brought it up but I was making sure to emphasize one point <b>"...there's gotta be a way to collapse the thing behind us, that Shadow Portal, or the chase'll just expand to even less favorable terrain."</b></p>
<p>That horn promised little time to dally, and less to savor that first minor victory.</p>
<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>So yeah, Scram votes counterstrike the relatively undefended village while these recently released squads eat/recapture the prisoners. Or open a rogue Shadow Path to caravan everyone through and escape, collapsing it behind us.</span></p>That horn bristled the hairs on Dekatron's back same as the line of goosebumps creeped up my spine. It was the first time I thought we had a real chance of being captured ourselves. More were coming, just like ol' Tortega the Juniper Moth to flame. The noble half of the Narg Nasty 6 would dictate we'd take the place of them prisoners, at best.
You know, just between you and me, I had another thought acreepin' in the shadows of me mind. That streetwise nose of opportunity, however bleak, was...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-10-10T23:07:32ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=142#70512023-09-30T05:07:56Z2023-09-30T05:04:15Z<p>Momma was a fisher, twixt the swift rivers of Dualie and Dine down Snaggleberry Run. She'd go trawling for sticklebacks, fightin' off the dragonflies for teensy schools o' minnows with bone plates under their scales. We musta been makin' momma proud, trawlin' that ghoul across the steppes.</p>
<p>Heh. Was years later but I did a sneaky thing...hard to believe I know. Burst was composin' some spellsong like she does, makin' a right ballad of the "Death of the Little Ghouls Town" or whatever working title it were. She had passed out in a mental break from spiced wine that night (even though none of us encouraged her at all, I might add), and I snuck in a little lyric. You know, altered parchment. Sponge and lemon. Every thief worth her salt had a forger's script...and I were no stranger to cleft and treble. Anyhow, her original went somethin' like:</p>
<p><i>Suspended moon in the mist of summer's dusk,
<br />
the red caps guised as fire white,
<br />
asunder burst a soldier's camp,
<br />
dead soldier burst and camp alike.</i></p>
<p>I thought that had a pretty good rhythm. Well, truth be told I was drunk as all hell. Gunnar's f•ckin' cat mewin' at that point woulda brought me to god d•mn tears. You know, coulda been warpin my artistic critique and whatnot. But them later stanza was gettin' philosophical. Making some analogy about the 'old ways' and 'tides'...heh. Figured that was my chance to snatch the brush. Thing I love about the elven hand is the efficiency o' the vowels. Its just a matter of the height of certain vertical lines. Real easy to change:</p>
<p><i>That fisher's line weren't easy spent,
<br />
cursed hoplite banged and bent,
<br />
swept them off their feet,
<br />
a twist of chance taking them through the night.</i></p>
<p>Granted she noticed my change right away in the first performance, but not before she sang it! Was enough. The lyric spread among them cover-bards and it gave me a full-faced snicker like no other.</p>
<p>See gold is gold. Gems were gems. But what tickles me most? Beatin' the odds. Dekatron wasn't a beast refit with some infernal engine. Nay, that spotted and stolen magic weren't never goin' toe-to-toe with a Red Dragon. She were my lucky charm though, clear as day.</p>
<p>And we held on as the battle dwindled, though it were only a small taste of the grand forces to come.</p>
<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Athletics:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15</span></p>
<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>Unbelievable ghoul rolled nat 1. XD Dragging it some more, releasing/throwing it into the Wall of Fire if possible.</span></p>Momma was a fisher, twixt the swift rivers of Dualie and Dine down Snaggleberry Run. She'd go trawling for sticklebacks, fightin' off the dragonflies for teensy schools o' minnows with bone plates under their scales. We musta been makin' momma proud, trawlin' that ghoul across the steppes.
Heh. Was years later but I did a sneaky thing...hard to believe I know. Burst was composin' some spellsong like she does, makin' a right ballad of the "Death of the Little Ghouls Town" or whatever working...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-09-30T05:04:15ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=141#70072023-09-07T23:25:39Z2023-09-07T22:57:53Z<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>Uncanny Dodge for half damage.</span></p>
<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>Also...I goofed. There was no reason I should've gotten Sneak damage last round. I had written the RP bit about needing Ingryd in melee to sneak, but then copy/pasted Sneak dice anyways. XD 7 dmg instead of 20 last time :(</span></p>
<p>I heard that arrow before I felt its bile-strike. I saw the ghoul's smirky satisfaction before I felt the pain. I twisted the meat o' my deltoid before the point of death found my heart.</p>
<p>But I figures, I'll play along. I met lots of folks like that Sliver ghoul, get off on others dyin' and sufferin' and such. Happy soldiers are sloppy soldiers.</p>
<p><b>"Aaah...Dekatron...she got me. I'm not gonna make it, s•@$...this is goodbye...tell Vee...I love...UUUUUURRRGGG"</b> slumpin off the saddle like a bag of crap...</p>
<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Performance or Deception:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 - 1 + 1d8 ⇒ (15) - 1 + (3) = 17</span> <span class=messageboard-ooc>Using BI</span></p>
<p>...but not before my celestial leopard stolen from the heavens got me within a bastard's pommel of that undead b•tch. Now on the ground, Dekatron was givin' me a mournful sniff, and I kept my body still...playin' dead. But see, first trick of legerdemain is to block line o' sight. She'd lose my movements, and them bile-soaked piercers.</p>
<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Hide (Lightfoot):</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22</span> <span class=messageboard-ooc>Action</span>
<br />
<span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Sleight of Hand:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25</span> <span class=messageboard-ooc>Thief Fast Hands</span></p>
<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>Stealing her quiver of arrows to neutralize her threat somewhat then getting ready to ride away.</span></p>Uncanny Dodge for half damage.
Also...I goofed. There was no reason I should've gotten Sneak damage last round. I had written the RP bit about needing Ingryd in melee to sneak, but then copy/pasted Sneak dice anyways. XD 7 dmg instead of 20 last time :(
I heard that arrow before I felt its bile-strike. I saw the ghoul's smirky satisfaction before I felt the pain. I twisted the meat o' my deltoid before the point of death found my heart.
But I figures, I'll play along. I met lots of folks...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-09-07T22:57:53ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=140#69612023-08-22T23:47:25Z2023-08-22T23:22:44Z<p>Ingryd's honeyed hairs were a warm welcome, between the recent icy blasts of voidspace on the Kindori's back and the chilling, unmoving dark of actual death. I couldn't piece together what she meant about children, but knew of course the topic was close to her big bear heart. Figured it would be distasteful to snatch her purse right then and there (and figured a bee was hiding in there as guard, best not to tango with it). Anyhow I hadn't yet taken my new slim fingers for a spin. Takes practice, that finger dippin'...had some new gear to learn.</p>
<p>Then I could see the search for reason reach maximum overdrive in Gunner's eyes...and empathized. That's what I always liked about the dwarf, pragmatic in the face of absurdity...just like me. No other way to see through illusions, armed with logic there was always a tell. Two types of people in this world: the tenacious, and the gullible. Here too there was a clear reason for my transformation into the gentler sex, but it was going to take time to link cause and effect. Besides, we were missin' a big piece of the puzzle: that the same had happened to Illarya.</p>
<p>And that was Invictusol for you, always keeping a healthy tension in the line...even if it'were just the little shade sail. I told him somethin like <b>"Now you're talkin'. Let's get out of this moth infested juniper grove and into a soapy dip."</b> before Arianna's timebomb ticked its last tock.</p>
<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>@Luth, On the medicine check, Scram has had the top 3 inches of her head removed, starting right at the hairline and angling down towards the nape. A very sharp, well crafted blade must've hacked through skull bone and brain alike. It doesn't make any sense that she is alive. Unless, of course, you believe in gods.</span></p>Ingryd's honeyed hairs were a warm welcome, between the recent icy blasts of voidspace on the Kindori's back and the chilling, unmoving dark of actual death. I couldn't piece together what she meant about children, but knew of course the topic was close to her big bear heart. Figured it would be distasteful to snatch her purse right then and there (and figured a bee was hiding in there as guard, best not to tango with it). Anyhow I hadn't yet taken my new slim fingers for a spin. Takes...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-08-22T23:22:44ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=140#69522023-08-21T22:21:10Z2023-08-21T22:05:05Z<p>Well musta beena hard day for that moth, hell lets call him Tortega the Juniper Moth. As a nocturnal insect, it was way past his bedtime for sure...likely pushing 48 hours of solid flitting and...whatever else moths do. Heh, stirring up hell by dancing too close to the candlelight in the little ghouls room nearby, no doubt endlessly pounding his thorax and abdomen against the wall over and over, as is the moth custom. So you sees I cants blame the feller for seeking out the smell of the last dredges of that cask of Stout Commemorator I lifted from Ligenau. Drawing up to a little taste of the honey hops at the end of the day is a universal truth regardless of species.</p>
<p>Snoring is a skill. You can train yourself to do it for a useful gambit. Once the party thinks its your <i>modus operandi</i> you can easily fake em out bein' asleep and get all sorts of hot dish. But heh, I think this time I was genuinely purrin'...havin' the top 3 inches of my skull hacked clean did a lot to free up some anxiety. First dreamless sleep in a long time. He didn't know any better. Poor Tortega, fresh off the lip of me cup found a turbulent vortex and got snatched up quick! His dusty, fragile moth wings shellacking the back of my throat horrifically. Yeah, that's how it goes...from bad to worse.</p>
<p><b>•hagha-GGAHGH• •hock• •hoCKKKKK•</b> The proud return of the thief, each cough ejecting one-of-six insect legs, torn off at the trochanter by pure wind speed. Strange thing was I didn't sound anything like myself, but figured the creature scrambling to hold on to life inside my larynx was the culprit. Got a double surprise grippin' me chest for breath. <b>"What in the name of hell?"</b> I usually said in such situations, but again the voice wasn't mine. Yeah, that last trick of the Sapphire Orb was a doosey.</p>
<p>Figured I'd speak some more, if I was on drugs I was sure I could detect it. <b>"Griz? Gunns? Where's Crackles? ...ah, the Invictusol."</b> My eyes coming back into focus under the pine and juniper, and no slurring at all. Always put me at ease, the prophet, heh. I figures the guy wouldn't willingly walk in to his death, so if he's seein' the future must be tilted towards the 'pretty alright' side of the scales. No doubt they had come here preordained by the Prophet's vision to save me...you know, from wild animals. <b>"...damn, how long was I out? <span class=messageboard-ooc>2 long rests if I read right</span> What's the score here?"</b></p>
<p>We'd laugh about it later, but in the moment it was a lot of blank stares and awkward silences. I musta looked like my own twin sister then just straight after the Gender Bendin'.</p>Well musta beena hard day for that moth, hell lets call him Tortega the Juniper Moth. As a nocturnal insect, it was way past his bedtime for sure...likely pushing 48 hours of solid flitting and...whatever else moths do. Heh, stirring up hell by dancing too close to the candlelight in the little ghouls room nearby, no doubt endlessly pounding his thorax and abdomen against the wall over and over, as is the moth custom. So you sees I cants blame the feller for seeking out the smell of the last...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-08-21T22:05:05ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=139#69482023-08-19T19:51:52Z2023-08-19T13:26:23Z<p>[Spoiler omitted]</p>[Spoiler omitted]Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-08-19T13:26:23ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post Discussion: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) DiscussionScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/discussion&page=42#20662023-08-18T04:46:40Z2023-08-18T04:17:35Z<p>Yeah, the name is suspicious. Sounds made up. ;)</p>Yeah, the name is suspicious. Sounds made up. ;)Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-08-18T04:17:35ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=139#69452023-08-18T05:03:15Z2023-08-18T03:59:40Z<p>[Spoiler omitted]</p>[Spoiler omitted]Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-08-18T03:59:40ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=139#69442023-08-17T13:12:56Z2023-08-17T10:41:43Z<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>Going to try doing posts in 1st person narrative just for a change and to see what its like.</span></p>
<p>[Spoiler omitted]</p>Going to try doing posts in 1st person narrative just for a change and to see what its like.
[Spoiler omitted]Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-08-17T10:41:43ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post Discussion: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) DiscussionScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/discussion&page=42#20552023-08-16T05:32:13Z2023-08-16T04:50:36Z<div class="messageboard-quotee">Arianna wrote:</div><blockquote>Wish we still had Scram with us.</blockquote><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7L4nDLgX7M" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><b>And so you shall!</b></a>
<p>It's actually the worst time I could possibly come back (RL) but I have been lurking and really itching to game recently. Perhaps just one game...</p>
<p>Tareth gave me a massive whopper prompt upon exit though with Mnemosyne's judgement, going to have to mull it over a bit. I'll see if I can get a post together in the next day or two if its alright.</p>Arianna wrote:Wish we still had Scram with us.
And so you shall! It's actually the worst time I could possibly come back (RL) but I have been lurking and really itching to game recently. Perhaps just one game...
Tareth gave me a massive whopper prompt upon exit though with Mnemosyne's judgement, going to have to mull it over a bit. I'll see if I can get a post together in the next day or two if its alright.Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-08-16T04:50:36ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post Discussion: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) DiscussionScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/discussion&page=38#18992023-03-01T22:57:20Z2023-03-01T04:24:38Z<p>I tried to make my own Yum Yum Sauce once. Didn't end well.</p>I tried to make my own Yum Yum Sauce once. Didn't end well.Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-03-01T04:24:38ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: [5e] Descent into Avernus GameplayGM Infinity (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivly1/gameplay&page=68#33612023-02-28T02:04:20Z2023-02-28T00:47:20Z<p>The devil's corpses are quickly burnt away from the lingering radiance of Torm, leaving behind their weapons, jewelry, and leather clothing. On closer analysis, the jewelry and clothing appears to be a sure winner of the Satan's Choice fashion awards, being an affront to good taste and unabashedly offering a finger to practicality.</p>
<p>The cloaked figure does not burn away in the holy fire of the runes however. Turning him over, its clear why...its a blue-eyed survivor neither devil, demon, or undead.</p>
<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>Those who were under the Villa recognize the golden mask and scabbed brand at his wrist, marking him as a member of the Cult of Zariel.</span></p>
<p>A foul-smelling liquid undulates in a bucket at his feet, near the dropped brush. Daring a look, it appears to be a gallon of aborted kitten fetuses mixed with the feces of some forbidden, interplanar acquaintance...each one marked with a hellish sigil of corruption upon its face and neck. This cultist was painting the obscure substance over the runes of Torm, for gods know what purpose. Defilement seems a safe bet.</p>
<p>Among his possessions is a spellbook, featuring an embroidered depiction of an unlucky guy getting his entrails pulled out of his mouth by a large goat-like figure.</p>
<p>[Spoiler omitted]</p>The devil's corpses are quickly burnt away from the lingering radiance of Torm, leaving behind their weapons, jewelry, and leather clothing. On closer analysis, the jewelry and clothing appears to be a sure winner of the Satan's Choice fashion awards, being an affront to good taste and unabashedly offering a finger to practicality.
The cloaked figure does not burn away in the holy fire of the runes however. Turning him over, its clear why...its a blue-eyed survivor neither devil, demon, or...GM Infinity (alias of mishima)2023-02-28T00:47:20ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post Discussion: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) DiscussionScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/discussion&page=38#18802023-02-23T09:38:15Z2023-02-23T04:19:22Z<div class="messageboard-quotee">Scramsax wrote:</div><blockquote>a few hand shaped bruised where Aterro's 'firm' grip went a little overboard</blockquote><p>@Attero that was meant to imply you grabbed Scram and delivered him elsewhere. I rite nice.Scramsax wrote:a few hand shaped bruised where Aterro's 'firm' grip went a little overboard
@Attero that was meant to imply you grabbed Scram and delivered him elsewhere. I rite nice.Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-02-23T04:19:22ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: [5e] Descent into Avernus GameplayGM Infinity (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivly1/gameplay&page=67#33132023-02-18T20:23:12Z2023-02-18T01:36:38Z<div class="messageboard-quotee">Flesh Warping wrote:</div><blockquote>26–30 A pair of wings, either feathered or leathery, sprout from the target’s back, granting it a flying speed of 30 feet.</blockquote><p><span class=messageboard-ooc>Wow, thats kind of redundant...</span>
<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Flesh Warping:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d100 ⇒ 76</span></p>
<div class="messageboard-quotee">Flesh Warping wrote:</div><blockquote>76–80 The target becomes thin and skeletal, halving its weight.</blockquote><p><span class=messageboard-ooc>Why don't you pick from those 2 because of the boots.</span>Flesh Warping wrote:26–30 A pair of wings, either feathered or leathery, sprout from the target’s back, granting it a flying speed of 30 feet.
Wow, thats kind of redundant... [dice=Flesh Warping]1d100[/dice]
Flesh Warping wrote:76–80 The target becomes thin and skeletal, halving its weight.
Why don't you pick from those 2 because of the boots.GM Infinity (alias of mishima)2023-02-18T01:36:38ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: 5E Adventure's in Midgard – North (Reaver's Spring) - GameplayScramsax (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivk1c/gameplay&page=125#62152023-02-14T01:15:39Z2023-02-14T00:34:53Z<p><span class=messageboard-ooc>Hrm, I think RP in my last post kind of stalled with Jub and I out of town. So just hand waving that at some point Aterro supplied Scram with some paladin magic.</span></p>
<p><i>•whiff•</i></p>
<p>The rope made the softest whiplash as its dangling end found only air, the thief slowly lowering himself down with his knees from above. His hands gripped a tiny pot of red paint, which looked white in the moonlight. His mouth gripped a paintbrush, and his eyes were locked upon the net of arcane alarms below, their silver strings almost glowing orange from some inner magic heat.</p>
<p>Scramsax had cased out the Blood Kingdom border town called Lingenau (at least when a certain black haired parasite survivor allowed him) and discovered some juicy dish: a recent widow with some crackerjack security. Light on brutes, heavy on mechanics...so the thief had heard it.</p>
<p>Just beneath the crisscrossing wires was a large hatch of an almost glossy black metal...some twisted, foreign alloy of iron created for just this purpose. It was the kind of thing a younger, less talented Scram would've researched thoroughly. Same story with the Splat Burglar 2000. The thief was stumped with the newest model of the classic anvil dropper, and a different Scram would've walked right then and there facing such uncertainty on the job.</p>
<p>This Scramsax only smirked.</p>
<p>The main event was an arm's length away, so nearly the entire height of the halfling. Scramsax of Barsella, where halfling street kids go fishing often...as both the bait and the hook. The ultra-lithe body of the paradoxically heavy smoker was no stranger to acrobatics on the end of a line.</p>
<p>But then there it was, the combination cipher-time lock said to be powered by the soul of some insane creature from the realms of chaos. 37 sigils were arranged in 6 groups, themselves hexagons. The final leftover symbol was in the center, but as Scramsax lowered closer he could see it wasn't some code-script after all but a glass sphere. Inside the sphere was a white, powdery mist and a single green leaf hung there motionless. Green like the first sprout of spring. The time lock. Once a hex was chosen the leaf would wither, and when there was nothing but microscopic black dust left on the mist the device would halt...rendering any further attempts impossible by an arcane layman like Scram.</p>
<p>Neither Scram past, present, or future could really come to grips with something like that. Of course he knew some tricks for quick calculations...those things called 'logarithms' the sailor sages use to turn multiplication into addition. But here the possible combinations were simply too many to brute force. And, as a magical device, it provided no sensory feedback...other than perhaps manufactured ones to fool the would-be thief. </p>
<p>But meh, it didn't really matter, so thought the halfling.</p>
<p>Scram simply painted a little fist sized hole in the panel, reached in and snagged the widow's stash.</p>
<p>He then painted over the hole a perfect repair. Only a magnifying glass would reveal the tiny, hidden dong etched onto the surface.</p>
<p>~~~</p>
<p>The street's shadow bent like the trees in the wind, flitting from here to there masked by some white noise. Scram had snuck back to the hardest to reach rooftop before even checking the score.</p>
<p>A silver scalpel rolled into his hands.</p>Hrm, I think RP in my last post kind of stalled with Jub and I out of town. So just hand waving that at some point Aterro supplied Scram with some paladin magic.
*whiff*
The rope made the softest whiplash as its dangling end found only air, the thief slowly lowering himself down with his knees from above. His hands gripped a tiny pot of red paint, which looked white in the moonlight. His mouth gripped a paintbrush, and his eyes were locked upon the net of arcane alarms below, their silver...Scramsax (alias of mishima)2023-02-14T00:34:53ZRe: Forums: Play-by-Post: Old School Renaissance play, Frankenstein System...Nilelane (alias of mishima)https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75ivmpd/gameplay&page=9#4042023-02-07T20:07:59Z2023-02-07T12:51:49Z<p><span class="messageboard-dice"><b>Listen:</b></span> <span class="messageboard-dice">1d6 ⇒ 3</span></p>
<p>Sleeping outside the previous night gave Nilelane a slight ear infection.</p>[dice=Listen]1d6[/dice]
Sleeping outside the previous night gave Nilelane a slight ear infection.Nilelane (alias of mishima)2023-02-07T12:51:49Z