12.11.2006
Twilos: Week Two Update, Including A Trip To The Factory
Threnody:
Sorry, but given the time and everything, there's not really a chance to get the 500 xp you need to gain in fighter. You guys have had a great start- keep on this, and after a short adventure or two, when life is back to being a bit more stable, there'll be another round of training for several of you.
Iron weapons are in short supply here, let alone silver weapons. You haven't seen any of those. Asking around, through Tut's connections at the Greenhouse, you can hook up some garlic pretty easily. Wolvesbane, not so easy; again, the chemist in Piccolo is mentioned. You can see why those shape-changing bastards might be prolific. Looks like someone's got to put them down.
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KT:
Ya, management is the way to go with WIS and CHA. I'll take the first three rolls as IQ, WIS, and CHA checks, and you make all three. In a week of work, investment, and management, you gross a bit of cash, but spend some on bits of sheet metal and strong sinew to make those bows and arrows for everyone.
The next three rolls I'll put towards how well your business partners at the Greenhouse do. They're pretty content to work with you since it seems like you know what you're doing. Harold, with his 20, is horribly inept. Marian is fantastic with a 1, and Dr. Righteous Sun maintains my friend, the Sun maintains.
What you have left over, some of it you invest in the Arena. 10 and 11 are sort of average, so aside from your own skills, you do pretty well. After a week and some investment in capital, you walk away with a net 3 gp and 13 sp. Not bad, all things considered. (You really aren't able to work on this during the week you train to 2nd.)
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Arena Update:
Thinking about it, 1-2, 2-3, and 1-1 odds don't really make sense, strictly for making money. Let's not worry about the odds too much. Rather, if you want to bet, it'll be a gambling or pause and study skill check, and the prizes you make from fighting will depend on your rank (i.e., your crowd popularity/personal skill). It still costs money to play, and the amount you make will depend on how you do, your rank, and how much you initially pay. If it matters, if lots of people are doing it, then we can formalize the payoff matrix.
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Theodore and everyone:
Okay, bows made, and a few melee weapons as well, you all retire from your jobs, get cleaned up, take a nap, and then head out in one of the quieter times. Given that there is no 'day' or 'night', there are always people around at some time, but the functionally defined 'night' has a lot less people in the commercial areas.
Not that the Frye Factory is in a busy area anyway. It's a little brick building, two stories, with a steampipe that emits a foul black smoke. It's a combination of soot smell and sickly sweet from the interior of the building. Theo pulls out the key, everyone else stands guard, and Theo enters.
Theodore, dim light from the churning of the furnace takes some time to adjust to. You carefully move through the factory: a large open floor plan, with a rickety wooden staircase going up. After finding nothing of easy value- aside from the furnace-powered ice cream machines themselves- you head up the stairs, as sneaky as you can be.
At the top is an office door, with an easy lock (+25%) you manage to pick open (BR: 34, I'll just do it for you here). You creep inside, but soon infravisually see a gnome-sized figure in the darkness!
A lantern clicks on. "Hello Mr. Theodore Koppel. Last surviving heir to the Koeppel fortune. My my, I can only wonder at what unfortunate events conspired to bring you down here to Twilos. No no," he puts up a hand. "Honestly I don't care. Don't bother telling me your little sob story."
A gnome sits in a small wooden chair. He distractedly flips a porkpie hat between his hands, finds a speck of something on the brim, and flicks it off before placing it on his head.
"Barnabas Wattlesworth Frye. Haven't heard of me? Well you don't know your family history very well then, do you Mr. Koppel?" He glares at you. Now that your eyes have adjusted to the sudden light, you see he's wearing a nice green vest, suspenders... he's about your age and size.
"While I'm glad we had this little visit, I'm a very busy businessman. So let's just tidy things up, and I can officially take over in my rightful place as C-"
"E-"
"O!" He sneers these last three letters, and suddenly hurls a small ball to the ground!
There are now 6 B.W. Fryes standing before you! He begins to cast!
Sorry, but given the time and everything, there's not really a chance to get the 500 xp you need to gain in fighter. You guys have had a great start- keep on this, and after a short adventure or two, when life is back to being a bit more stable, there'll be another round of training for several of you.
Iron weapons are in short supply here, let alone silver weapons. You haven't seen any of those. Asking around, through Tut's connections at the Greenhouse, you can hook up some garlic pretty easily. Wolvesbane, not so easy; again, the chemist in Piccolo is mentioned. You can see why those shape-changing bastards might be prolific. Looks like someone's got to put them down.
...
KT:
Ya, management is the way to go with WIS and CHA. I'll take the first three rolls as IQ, WIS, and CHA checks, and you make all three. In a week of work, investment, and management, you gross a bit of cash, but spend some on bits of sheet metal and strong sinew to make those bows and arrows for everyone.
The next three rolls I'll put towards how well your business partners at the Greenhouse do. They're pretty content to work with you since it seems like you know what you're doing. Harold, with his 20, is horribly inept. Marian is fantastic with a 1, and Dr. Righteous Sun maintains my friend, the Sun maintains.
What you have left over, some of it you invest in the Arena. 10 and 11 are sort of average, so aside from your own skills, you do pretty well. After a week and some investment in capital, you walk away with a net 3 gp and 13 sp. Not bad, all things considered. (You really aren't able to work on this during the week you train to 2nd.)
...
Arena Update:
Thinking about it, 1-2, 2-3, and 1-1 odds don't really make sense, strictly for making money. Let's not worry about the odds too much. Rather, if you want to bet, it'll be a gambling or pause and study skill check, and the prizes you make from fighting will depend on your rank (i.e., your crowd popularity/personal skill). It still costs money to play, and the amount you make will depend on how you do, your rank, and how much you initially pay. If it matters, if lots of people are doing it, then we can formalize the payoff matrix.
...
Theodore and everyone:
Okay, bows made, and a few melee weapons as well, you all retire from your jobs, get cleaned up, take a nap, and then head out in one of the quieter times. Given that there is no 'day' or 'night', there are always people around at some time, but the functionally defined 'night' has a lot less people in the commercial areas.
Not that the Frye Factory is in a busy area anyway. It's a little brick building, two stories, with a steampipe that emits a foul black smoke. It's a combination of soot smell and sickly sweet from the interior of the building. Theo pulls out the key, everyone else stands guard, and Theo enters.
Theodore, dim light from the churning of the furnace takes some time to adjust to. You carefully move through the factory: a large open floor plan, with a rickety wooden staircase going up. After finding nothing of easy value- aside from the furnace-powered ice cream machines themselves- you head up the stairs, as sneaky as you can be.
At the top is an office door, with an easy lock (+25%) you manage to pick open (BR: 34, I'll just do it for you here). You creep inside, but soon infravisually see a gnome-sized figure in the darkness!
A lantern clicks on. "Hello Mr. Theodore Koppel. Last surviving heir to the Koeppel fortune. My my, I can only wonder at what unfortunate events conspired to bring you down here to Twilos. No no," he puts up a hand. "Honestly I don't care. Don't bother telling me your little sob story."
A gnome sits in a small wooden chair. He distractedly flips a porkpie hat between his hands, finds a speck of something on the brim, and flicks it off before placing it on his head.
"Barnabas Wattlesworth Frye. Haven't heard of me? Well you don't know your family history very well then, do you Mr. Koppel?" He glares at you. Now that your eyes have adjusted to the sudden light, you see he's wearing a nice green vest, suspenders... he's about your age and size.
"While I'm glad we had this little visit, I'm a very busy businessman. So let's just tidy things up, and I can officially take over in my rightful place as C-"
"E-"
"O!" He sneers these last three letters, and suddenly hurls a small ball to the ground!
There are now 6 B.W. Fryes standing before you! He begins to cast!
