Team one
Team One, Fiddler!
Sneak out through the cellar door after safely securing the fiddle in brand new case, put on the poncho as well.
Wait. What color is the poncho? If not blue, don't put it on, but steal it anyway.
The color is a dusty brown, as if undyed. Surely there is a dyer's shop in this town. They must have someone making things brighter for this so-called festival? You head out into the wet, fiddle secured.
==Team 1==
BBTBMSM Simmie
Grab the leader's head by the hair, shout at the person's face "WE'RE HEIR TA HAELP YE, YE BIG CLUDGIE HAID!" Headbutt the nose, and finish with an emphatic "GODDIT? Now EV'RYONE STOP FIGHTIN' OR I'LL BASH ALL YE TEETH IN!" Menacingly grind teeth, viciously attack wherever most likely to cause extreme pain to the first person who makes an offensive move, screaming "I WARNED YE, DINNAE YE HEAR ME". If the situation is controlled, snort, despisingly cross the arms, and sneer from the height of his 16.1cm: "Humpf! Good, ye got some sense in ye!"
You headbutt he leader into unconsciousness, while screaming about peace and love and wisdom. Remarkably this seems to have the desired effect, as none of the quickly growing crowd behind him ventures into the room, looking uncertainly at you, and above you at something in the background.
”yer wanna help?” one of them says, raising a shaky finger and pinting
”Put down yer demon, and put out yer fire!”A murmer of “fire, fire! Fire!” spreads through the crowd, and they begin backing away.
Actually, that wasn't as much two action posts as one action post, and then a post which had talking in it that the GM needed to be alerted to. Oh, whatever.
>Continue staring at the mooks ominously.
Repair materials detected. Upgrade materials detected. Prototype communications device analyzed for errors. One (1) new recipe stored. Required material: glowshroom spore, cicada leg, iron filings. the thugs seem convinced that easier prey lies elsewhere, and are leaving
At this point, Jack's eye has a bit of a twitch going on as he has exhausted all patience with the Three Brainless Amigos. "Hey dipshits, don't say I didn't warn you!"
Continue with operation Reduce-Idiots-To-Charcoal. Unless, that is, somehow between them they actually grow a brain and begin running away immediately.
((BTW, is the rune one use, or what? How do I use it?))
Yeah, right govnah, just having a little fun, eh? We didn't mean nuthin by it, eh? And the figures fade into the night. You hear the squelching splish of people running in mud, fading.
Well, they are Runes, so you use them with Runic Magic. So, that is to say, you know only the very basics. With one, you hold it in your hand, concentrate, and say a word associated wit hthe Rune and with the effect you are after. (I.e if the Rune were the English letter 'b' and you wanted fire, you would say something like “burn"). It is a permanent focus (an object that channels magic energy), though it can be destroyed or depleted.
Team 1 -- Dar'yajira, magic cat
Return to my hidden vantage point. Listen to the sounds of battle upstairs.
...Also, you appear to have made a mistake while copying Insanegame's charsheet into the OP. He has -2 intelligence, not -1 dex.
((@ATH Why don't you just mimic people's clothes, too? It saves you the trouble of needing to find clothes for your alternate forms.
@Lenglon Can Aylia transform into other people, faces and all? Or can you just change race, and only have a single form for each race?))
remarkably, after a few loud screams and shouts, the sound of battle is dying down. You smell smoke, and see firelight through the floorboards. it seems to be spreading. The wasps sort of mill about in your vicinity.
Murder mook A.
Claw out his throat, spear him in the chest, or push him into the fire.
((I have +2 in unarmed and magic and im yet to deal a serious injury, this is unacceptable.))
(2) He dodges around the table just ahead of your claws. The guy on the floor with his face covered in caustic venom doesn't count as seriously injured? He's still screaming and clutching his face. Only now, he's scooting pathetically away from the flames, which look to have caught a trouser leg. The first guy's wounds will require careful medical attention as well, if it matters. The couple times you've explicitly tried to harm someone for the sake of harming them, rather than to get a broom or something, you've rolled badly. -shrug-
Team two
((Assuming mine is the knife?))
Pick up the knife, and wait for the others to equip themselves.
"Alright, get your stuff and we'll move."
done.
Reggie team 2
hmmm ill just take em both.
Reggie picks up the moldable cube with animals on it and the wavy clear mirror thing he will attempt to shape change into a dog with the help of the cube.
You grab them, and then hand the clear glass thing to the eight-legged fellow. You fiddle with the little cube toy for a it, and get it into a shape approximating a four-legged creature. Could be a dog, cold be a llama, cold be a pig. Satisfied, you transform into a fair replica of the toy, all cubic and lumpy.
Aylia, Team 2
((A bird landing near the snake-woman is a quick way to die))
I change back to my natural form
"Okay, so I scouted out the spill and that thing is huge. I think I found the alchemist too, he's in the middle of the sludge wearing a. giant... yellow... Me? Why... Who... When was this made?!? What... How... I... I... I don't get it!"
What do I notice about the portrait other than that I might have an artistic stalker?
EDIT:
After a brief conversation: I walk over and pick up the portait, examining it closely. I check the corners and flip it over looking for any artist's signatures or other explanatory markings.
EDIT2:
After the examination and a tiny bit more talking:I very carefully put the portrait back in the tube, taking care to avoid damaging it, and picking up the re-closed tube afterwards.
The background appears at first glance to be a leafy forest, but it seems indistinct somehow. There are hints of other beings in the background, some familiar, some strange. “You” appear to be hoolding the edge of the painting trying to look through it at something or someone. The portrait, though strikingly detailed, leaves you feeling that it is somehow incomplete.
The only identifying mark you find is the Omega, in the lower right corner, where an artist's signature would lie. No date is written.
-Team 2 - Clunkers -
Clunkers walks up to the crates, shaking himself to get all of the water out of his body. Ignoring the other people near the crates, he walks over to the crate with alchemical supplies.
"I knwlgl snhl...Whghglg?"
He shakes his head swiftly from side to side, spraying the area with water
"This must be my present! There are many like it, but this one is mine. Take that, stupid magister, Santa is real!"
Grab the alchemical supplies. Thank you Santa! If I have enough alchemical supplies for some acid solution and/or explosives, make some.
You have enough for a few small acidic tinctures. They would be good for testing various chemical and mystical properties of materials, but not enough to, say, dissolve a wooden support beam. You have some oils, sulfur, saltpeter and charcoal, so you can make something that explodes, but you would need a lot more to make enough to, for example, explode a pig. A few neat firecrackers would work though.
TEAM2 Ssslavina
Ssslavina is ssslightly weirded out by the... romance? between the two warm blooded ssssssshapesshifting freaksssss. But doesn't say anything.
Hold one egg in the hand and give it some mana along with a query as to its purpose.
Doing this makes your mouth do the snake equivalent of water. I don't know, unhinge slightly? The mana makes the egg give off little sparkles.
((Sorry, been away all day round relatives.))
==Team 2==
Durmokh Dumrhysson
Thanks for savin' me. I thought I were a gonna there.
A dwarven hammer marks a package within which lies all the necessities for making cheese: pots, cheesecloth, salt, a strainer, that kind of thing.
Tucked into one of the pots is a supply of bandages, ointments, powders and herbs, all carefully labeled in dwarvish.
Nice. Anyone want any cheese, I'm yer Dwarf. What do ye mean, we have no milk?
Stash the First Aid equipment on my person. Carry the cheesemaking equipment with me, if we've decided to move on.
Consider it stashed and carried.
=="Terrence", team II==
Examine my reflection in the mirror, then.
taking the clear glass circle from the funny little shapeshifter, you notice that it is not even a little reflective. It is, instead, refractive. Pointing it at your body and concentrating, you get the bizarrre sense that you – that some long lost part of you – feel(s) completely at home in water, swimming even better than a snake woman might. Weeeeeeiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrd.
On base
==| Mordred | Base - Unknown building, hall |==
- Urrrrgh... - Mordred lets out the growling sound from the depth of his chest, that could probably be interpreted as an expression of annoyance with displacement of his stuff. Happened before, probably won't see his money and weapon again.
Refresh self with water. Drink a little, wash face and neck. Appreciate the pipe, take it and all my stuff. Look for a way out. If locked inside the building, see if escape through the window overlooking the canyon is an option. Roll a cig in the meantime, due to lack of matches or any decent source of fire light it with teeny-tiny lightning between thumb and index finger.
Your pipe lit, you wander casually about. You find a great common room, complete with massive fireplace, various lounging areas and card tables, and a balcony overlooking the same curved canyon your room does. I should clarify though, both your room and the balcony overlook the floor of the canyon from a few yards up, but well below the top of the canyon. You find a kitchen near the commons, alongside a nearly bare pantry. You find a stairwell leading out onto the floor of the canyon, where you discover the only other person you've seen since awakening. He's putting on some gloves.
==|Arileth|unknown base| room unknown|==
put on the gloves and start exploring around bit
The canyon curves as if I a large circle there are alcoves and balconies on the outside wall, and a few boulders and natural steps on the floor of the canyon. It is a wide, flat floor in general, able to host sporting events if one were so inclined, or to have a bazaar lining the sides of a wide throughway, if the place were populated. It seems mostly deserted, except for the guy coming down the steps up ahead.
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