Dsemend walked with the team calmly, slightly satisfied he hadn't been tripping on his own feet for the last minutes. He took out one of the branches and stared at it for some time before turning to Dodson.
"Mister, do you have the tools for crafting a bow and its string?"
If Dodson happens to have those, then craft a large longbow. Or at least the knife, to carve the branch into a bow shape and leaving the obtaining of material for a string for later.
(5)
Dodson looks at you and grins.
"We don't have a string strong enough, but that sorcerer friend of yours found my old survival kit earlier today. There should be a knife in there. Just make sure that his damned bird doesn't take one of your fingers off when you try and grab it.""Don't worry, I'll be careful."You hold the kargarok's beak closed with one hand while digging through the pouch attached to its leg with the other, and fish out a long hunting knife in a leather sheath. After unsheathing it, you remove one of the sturdy logs from your back and begin to carve it, and you soon have a massive bow without a string. It measures seven feet from end to end, and fits perfectly in your large hands.
"You know what, think this calls for a song.
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
Zero hour, nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the Earth so much, I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time ‘til touch down brings me round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time ‘til touch down brings me round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science, I don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time ‘til touch down brings me round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time ‘til touch down brings me round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
ROCKET MAN!"
"Yeah. ... What was I doing again?"
"Oh right, I was doing stuff. Hey big guy, uh, mr ... Desmend was it? Could I borrow one of those logs? One you're not using or something?"
Hogarth, after doing his best William Shatner impression, tries to lift the tree Desmend gives him (assuming he does) a la telekenetic weightlifing, to enable him to lift heavy stuff. Also he tries to remember what he was going to do to control his flight.
(5)
Dsemond hands you one of the heavier logs, and you concentrate on lifting it with your mind. It rises steadily off the ground, and it's difficult enough to move that there's no risk of sending it flying off into space by accident. You practice swinging it around, and soon, you find that you can carry it with almost no mental strain. You keep it floating next to you as you continue walking.
*Hogarth's Telekinesis has been improved
Theodore smiles wryly. Double or nothing. He leaned back towards her.
"Sorry ma'am. I still don't quite know if I believe this is real or not. Another one of those should do it though."[/b]
He then noted, with an odd mixture of joy and dismay, that his mind had cleared. He had no clue what had caused it, but he suspected it was either the girl or the magic. Well, after years of a near constant buzz, he was finally back on the wagon. That, of course, was the joy. The dismay was that he was clear headed enough to realize just how bad his line was.
Hope she likes her lines cheesy.
(2)
Alice laughs at your horrible line, and you take this as a sign to lean in for another kiss. As you close your eyes however, you stumble over a root and fall to the ground. Alice laughs out loud, and reaches down to help you to your feet. After pulling you up and helping you dust yourself off, she says
"Maybe kissing while walking isn't the best idea out there." You see the logic behind this, and settle for holding hands... for now.
continue attempting to train the kargarok as we travel
(1)
As you walk, you try and train the great bird to come to you when you call it by holding up scraps of food whenever it flies too far away. The kargarok quickly grows ornery however, and knocks you over, eating the few crumbs of remaining food and savagely biting you several times before flying to perch on Hogarth's log. You call it repeatedly, but it only glares at you and hisses angrily.
Look at the woods and see if there are any ambushes placed.
(4) [this roll is for your action]
(1) [this is the encounter roll]
You keep an eye out for danger, and spot a large shape, roughly twenty feet long, charging through the woods towards the party. You takes aim with your musket and fire just as what appears to be a massive wolf bursts forth from the trees.
(5)v.(1)
The wolf tries to leap away from the shot, but slips and falls directly into the bullet's path. The round strikes the beast squarely in one of the front paws, shattering it beyond recognition.
(6)(1)v.(3-1)
The wolf picks itself up and looks for an easier target. Its eyes lock onto Dsemond, and it lets loose a savage howl before limping towards him with surprising speed. The half-oni tries to dodge out of the way, but trips to the ground, and the wolf chomps down on his left arm with an impressive amount of force and shakes it around. Dsemond grunts in pain, but his arm remains attached to his body. The wolf, however, cannot get the giant's arm out of its throat, and begins to choke.
Valinri is going to flee! Fling a globe of darkness behind himself, and run!
(3-1) [for darkness]
(3-1)v.(3) [for running]
You try to create a sphere of darkness between you and the man, but the sunlight is giving you double vision, and the globe appears too far to the right. You turn and flee, but you have to run rather slowly to avoid tripping over obstacles. The commander uses this to his advantage, and catches you by the back of your shirt.
"Where do you think you're going, otherworlder? We've spent weeks looking for that dragon, and you finally got it to reveal itself.""I'm sorry! I didn't know...""There's no need to apologize for helping us out! The bounty on that beast's head was worth a small fortune. My men and I will have all the booze and babes we could ever want when we get back to Vilston!""But aren't you imperials supposed to kill otherworlders on sight?""Normally, yes. But you've got talent, and I've got something that I need. You see, with all of that money that I'll be getting, I'll be expected to have a gladiator to fight in the pits. And I'm not too fond of the idea of spending my hard-earned gold on some prisoner who can barely fight. So, how about we make a deal? You can fight for me in the arena, and I'll keep you clothed, fed, trained, and most importantly, I won't kill you."Party Status:CaerwynName: Valinri
Age: 126 (Young.)
Gender: Male
Race: Drow Elf
Profession: Hunter
Looks: Tall, ebony skin, long white hair. Almond-shaped violet eyes, slightly sharp teeth and no facial hair whatsoever. Valinri is five feet, eleven inches. He weighs at one-hundred and thirty-five pounds.
Background: Valinri was a Hunter for his Drow city. He would scout the Underdark, locating enemies, camps, potential slaves or resources. He was not a front-line fighter, but like every drow, he still has skills.
Weapon of Choice/School of Magic: Hand crossbow, paralyzing dart(s).
Talents:
Dark Sphere: Can summon a sphere of darkness roughly 10 feet by 10 feet
Flaws:
Cave Adapted: -1 to all rolls while exposed to sunlight
Equipment:
Basic Clothing
Hand Crossbow
Items:
Hunting Knife
27 Standard Darts
10 Paralyzing Darts
Health:
Barely Wounded
Name: Theodore Baker
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Profession: Parlour Magician
Looks: Not particularly overweight, but neither particularly fit. Black hair, with an angular face. Green eyes, and not particularly tall.
Background: Back home, on Earth, Theodore was a parlour magician. You know, those guys who are up on stage, wowing the crowd with optical illusions and sleight of hand. He was not one of them. He was the sort that performed at childrens birthday parties. Until he fell into Voria, and gained actual abilities.
Weapon of Choice/School of Magic: Meta-magic mage
Talents:
Magician: Can impress people with magic tricks
Magician's Mangler: A spell that can strike multiple targets, but rolls -1 for each target selected
Flaws:
Juggler: Can only cast one-handed spells, and casts them using both hands (think juggling magic spheres)
Equipment:
Tuxedo Suit (Shirtless)
Top Hat
Inventory:
52 Playing Cards (Good for card tricks and gambling)
Health:
Fine
Name: Hogarth Garrick
Gender: Male
Age: 54
Profession: Author
Looks: Tall, a tad thin, and very wrinkled. People have commented that he looks like the world's happiest catcher's mitt. Blue eyes and silver hair.
Background: Hogarth was always curious about something. Having won the lottery and not lost most of it, he had nothing much to do but read about magic and try to do it himself. He never succeeded, but when he got hit by a car and was sent flying off a bridge, he was sucked into Voria, so he considers it to be an improvement.
Sphere of Magic: Force (think telekenisis)
Talents:
Well-Read: Having read about all sorts of fantastic beasts while looking for information on magic, Hogarth knows their weaknesses and has a +1 against any creature from Greco-Roman mythology
Telekinesis: Can interact with objects from a distance, capable of lifting up to 200 lbs
Telepuppeteer: Can take control of a target on a good overshoot
Uncontrolled Flight: Can fly at very high speeds in a random direction (determined by rolls)
Flaws:
Crippled: Due to being hit by a car, Hogarth has a -2 to initiative
Equipment:
Fine Suit
Walking Stick
Inventory:
Gold Pocket-Watch (Worth 15 gold pieces)
Sturdy Wooden Branch
Health:
Moderately Wounded
Name: Dsemend Assafort
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Oni
Profession: Town Militia/Undertaker
Looks: Muscular and tall young man with short black hair and feral yellow eyes, looking slightly supernatural in his size, as if he was a giant who has stopped growing. Twin rosy horns break the skin at his forehead, curving backwards towards his hair, and his canines are very pronounced and sharp.
Background: Dsemend was the hybrid son of a relation between two creatures from differents "worlds" and lands. Due to his size, he was stil gladly accepted in his home village as a way of keeping bandits away from the cattle and the peasantry. His size hindered his nimbleness slightly, mostly due to his sheer bulk which was compensated by strength and endurance.
He had taken a taste to helping the villagers perform hard labor, and when he was assisting with moving some heavy caskets, a couple of evildoers tried to rob a store nearby. He didn't even blink, and used one of the coffins to take them down, using its sheer size as a large club. Afterwards, he was given the coffin as a gift and gained the nickname of "Undertaker" as a joke, mostly due to the fact he adopted the large piece of stone built to store corpses as a weapon, and creating corpses with it ended being quite the irony.
Weapon of Choice: Obsidian Coffin
Talents:
Oni's Strength: +10 health
Flaws:
Oversized: -1 to any evasive rolls
Equipment:
Giant Plain Clothes
Obsidian Coffin
Items:
Gourd of Sake (A beverage with enough alcohol in it to kill a man. Antiseptic; can be used once only to add 1 to a revival roll)
Bundle of Wood
Sturdy Wooden Branch
Gigantic Unstrung Bow
Health:
Moderately Wounded (for someone of his size and strength), mangled left arm
Name: Ross Common
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Profession: Police Officer
Looks: Rather tall and lean, with short, black hair. Wears a black trench-coat
Background: Ross was born to a family of silversmiths. At a young age, his mom was killed by robbers. Ross decided that he would become a police officer to combat people like his mom's killers. As a hobby, he still worked with his father in silversmithing.
Weapon of Choice/School of Magic: Rifled Musket
Talents:
Silversmith: +1 to any crafting roll involving silver
Flaws:
Gunman: Black powder is a rarity, so every shot will have to count
Equipment:
Black Trenchcoat
Rifled Musket (Unloaded)
Items:
11 Regular Musket Rounds
10 Silver Musket Rounds
Regular Black Powder (Enough for 22 shots)
2 Silver Bars
Health:
Fine
Name: Bob
Age: ?? (Wizzrobes don't keep track of age)
Gender: Male
Race: Wizzrobe (Yup a zelda enemy)
Profession: Worked for Ganondorf as a yellow rank wizzrobe
Looks: A man with a large toucan like head, He wears black robes with a yellow hood. (That's right I used the wind waker version)
Background: Bob lived on a hidden Island on the great sea learning magic until Ganondorf returned and gained control of the order of Wizzrobes. Bob then spent a long time sitting underground guarding a dungeon, while waiting for a ship or a boat to be spotted he split his time between practicing magic, playing cards and trying to figure out what he is supposed to be guarding in this dungeon. Then a small red boat was spotted heading towards the island, when Bob spotted the intruder he threw three fireballs then teleported and ended up in an inn.
Weapon of Choice/School of Magic: Sorcerer with a sigil on his wand who uses fire, teleporting, summoning and floating magic, but has a lot of trouble learning new spells.
Talents:
Triple-Fireball: Launches three fireballs in different directions (Takes one turn of uninterrupted casting)
Flaws:
Slow-Learner: Learns magic at half normal speed
Equipment:
Black Robe
Yellow Hat
Wand
Items
None
Health:
Lightly Wounded
Minions:
Bokoblin: Lightly wounded, with a bronze shortsword (+1 attack) and a cracked bronze pot-helm (+1 defense, breaks on a 1 or 2)
Kargarok: Smaller than average, refuses to obey commands, carrying a basic survival kit (Tinderbox, lump of salt, needle and thread, hunting knife)
Amarok: A monster which resembles a gigantic wolf. It is moderately wounded, and its front right paw has been blown apart (Always attacks last). It is also choking on Dsemond's arm.
