Kisame: HAVE FEY MOOD. USE FAILADIN. IF THAT FAILS THEN MAKE NEW BODY FOR THE GHOSTY FAILADIN.
Serious: Ax glared at DJ Phylactery.
Nirur: Repossess my body!
Torir: Release a large burst of negative energy onto everything in the room!
Ggamer: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH
SCHI: GOLEM STOMP
Riccto: Purge stuff. like that liche guy.
Kisame: 6
You feel your dwarven instincts come over you at exactly the least convenient time possible.
Let's go practice medicine...You run down and find the squished failadin xXremainsXx.
You pick them up and claim a mechanic's workshop. Running out into the heat of battle, you grab some fallen bits and pieces and find a needle and thread in the Emet.
It's... beautiful... hahahahahaha... MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Kisame, Peasant, has become a Legendary Suturer.
Serious:
You scowl emo-ly and "belt out some rhymes" or some shit like that.
Phylactery pauses... and laughs. You seem to have lost.
She floats down to you in that scary way that scary wispy things do when they're about to suck out your soul... and is suddenly hit by a beam of light...
Nirur: 4
You angrily try to beat your way into the stolen body. It's not working, but it is perhaps slightly de-focusing Torir. Man, being a disembodied spirit sucks. If only you could let out a silent scream of some kind and make everyone stop fighting.
You suddenly feel yourself being sucked towards the workshop where Kisame ran up with your former body...
Schilcote: 4
Schilcote, Iron Man, has become enraged!
Phat, noticing what's about to happen, kicks Torir's legs out from under him.
*SQUISH*
Gottam, now it smells like brain in here. Again.
Schilcote runs (to the extent that a ton of iron can run) back up to the cockpit, wiping leftover bits of paladin off on the carpet.
Torir:
RAAAAA-*thunk*
The last thing you see is a massive iron foot about to squish your puny evil head. Like a watermelon.
GGamer:
WUAAAAAAAA-oh.
Riccto: 5
Noticing Kisame, you have an excellently mad idea...
Text:
Nirur wakes up with a start, and looks down at his new body. It's really not that bad looking, the stitches, while copious, are barely noticeable even close up. All craftsdwarfship is of the highest quality.
Riccto describes to you the SPIRITUAL PARTICLE BEAM he has implemented in your left arm. You extend the POSITRON BEAM, as he calls it, and walk out to the roof to confront Phylactery.
Roll to aww fuck it 5
The bright yellow beam wraps around the lich's form as it is about to posses Ax. Phylactery struggles against the bonds.
"Now use the SPIRITUAL SUCTION GENERATOR!" Riccto yells.
You activate the GHOST VACUM (or is it a DEMON DEVIL?) and Phylactery is sucked into your other arm. "MONTRESSSSOOOOORRR!" she yells as she disappears into the small door on your right hand.
After a few seconds, the door clicks open and a newly formed soul gem clicks out onto the deck of the Emet.
Statuses:
Species: Mutant Description: A "Being" That stands like a man, the size of a man, but covered with horrible burns and an alchemists robe
Profession: Alchemist/Mad Scientist
Background: He once was a man- or at least he thinks so. But what he does remember is his knack for mixing up chemicals and herbs, always trying to find that perfect mix; He has suffered his fair share of accidents in the lab.
Home Plane: Astral Plane
Abilities:
Master Alchemist,
Mad Alchemist,
Astral Denizen,
Well-Read,
flight Mutations:
Alchemical Immunities,
Four Arms,
Inventory:
Bottle Sling,
Leather Robes,
Phial of enchanted gas,
Doctor's Bag, Plague Doctor Mask, Iron Dagger, 5 gp,
SAM, Mild Hallucinogen (10 doses),
Sword, ARM OF AWESOME!
Spells:
Spined Hands,
Firebolt,
Thriller,
Name: Axolisin Sathael. He prefers being called Ax or Sin since he thinks it's awesome.
Species: Tiefling Description: Short, pale, and skinny. He stands about 5'5 and 120 pounds. His hair and eyes are pure black and his pure white skin has light gray spots across it. His horns are goat-like. He spends a lot of time moping and figures since he's just so mistreated he can do whatever he wants.
Profession: Thief
Background: He's been kicked around his entire life as you might expect and resorted to thievery since Tieflings are branded as thieves and untrustworthy anyway. He's very small time and hasn't progressed much beyond mugging, purse stealing, pickpocketing, and robbing the poor.
Home Plane: Plane of Shadow
Inventory:
Steel Daggers,
Good Lockpicks,
Magic Ring,
Black Leather Armor, Thieves' Guild License, Ring of Invisibility,
Boomerang Dagger,
Abilities:
Burglar,
Good Eyes,
Denizen of Shadow,
Fancy Horns,
Trap Master, Big Crow Wings
Species: Golem Description: Created as a result of DRUNK THAUMATOLOGY!. Was intended to have humanlike personality and intellgence. Doesn't talk much, but isn't stupid. Has no goals of his own besides survival, goes around helping people with various things for lack of a better purpose. Will do anything asked of him unless he has a reason not to (if it conflicts with an existing goal or his basic morality). Lawful Good (as in lawful as the opposite of chaotic). Extremely logical and unemotional. Dislikes entropic behavior. Is good with machines (clockwork and a bit of early steam power, I guess). When he does talk, it sounds something like the above paragraph.
Profession: None. See above. Requires no food and builds his own shelter, and has very little interest in material goods.
Background: See description.
Home Plane: Material Plane.
Inventory:
Lifeban,
Toolkit, 15 gp,
Magitek Manuals, Foot Jets (5 continuous turns/20 hops),
Sonar Cannon Guitar.,
Cool Shades,
Teleforce.
Abilities:
Pneumatic Joints,
Simple Personality,
Material Plane Denizen,
Oh Captain My Captain,
Armor Plating This character brought to you thanks to the wonderful racial descriptions.
Species: Aasimar
Description: Lawful Neutral, almost Lawful Stupid. He firmly believes in the tenets of his faith, and is willing to die to uphold them. Was split into Nirur and Torir, god and evil respectively. A god of good put them back together, and they now are essentially one person with two minds. Profession: Paladin. Background: His people believe themselves to be the only true guardians of the material plane; the best way to help the mortal inhabitants of said plane is by not touching anything. Obviously this is what The Creator had in mind, and any who meddle in the plane, and therefore blaspheme The Creator, are to be punished severely. After three decades of military service (doing nothing), he has been sent out as a sort of test to determine the extent of the planer distortion, fix it if possible, find the perpetrators, deliver justice, then report back.
Home Plane: Ethereal Plane.
Killed while evicted from body and possessed by evil twin and reanimated in the Airship Emet's workshop by Azarel and Riccto.
Abilities:
Arson, Murder, and Jaywalking,
Righteous Fury, Lay On Hands,
Spiritual Particle Beam,
Spiritual Suction Generator,
Magitek Components.
Inventory:
Depolarized Longsword,
Blank Symbol Full Plate Armor,
Enchanted Ring, 50 gp, Scary Dagger
Name: Jo'Ldza (Big Jo)
Species: Orc
Description: We'sn orcs may be deesa jerks, but we's still hassda jobs. I'mn A big ork. Got'sa bald head, with red eyes and wella build a'ms. I'sa been a kaptain for more dan' twenn'y yea's. I 'elp keep the balance wit' mah krew. Profession: Kaptain of an orc sailing ship Background: Grew up on a sailing boat with his brother, who was also a kaptain. inherited kaptain'ism and crew from his brother when he died.
Home Plane: Water Plane
Mutations:
MUSCLES.Abilities:
Sailor,
Swashbuckler Water Plane Denizen,
Dinghy Pilot Inventory:
Good Half-Rapier, Shirt, Pants,
Magic Coin Necklace, Ring of Fireball,
The ARRRRm, 85 gp
Species: dwarf
Name: Azrael
Description: a short sturdy creature fond of drink and industry
Profession: blacksmith
Bio: got tired of digging and wants adventure
Home: earth plane
Abilities:
Dwarven Smith,
Drink and Industry,
Earth Plane Denizen,
Avatar of Rnasthoth,
Legendary SuturerInventory:
Superaxe 9000!, Leather clothes, Blacksmith's tools, Mining helmet,
Iron Dwarf Armor ---
I messed up Kisame's action, sorry. It turned out pretty well anyway, you really can't complain.
Author
Topic: RTPJ: Tis belongs to Schil now. Have fun. (Read 87436 times)