1.11.2007
The Question Is: Do You Want Stavos Vanilli To Build That Robot?
Tut:
Gaining metal. There's a lot of scrap metal around, but it's not what you want to make a robot out of, unless your idea of a robot is a garbage can with some rusty rebar arms and a set of little red wagon wheels. There's a reason why all your weapons were -2, -1 at best.
Working for a House or the Guild will certainly improve your access to a lot of things it seems. Or you can just keep collecting the extra weapons and armor, and eventually you'll have enough.
Tell you what- your spider bot is awfully good: 37 gp in goods or cash (1 per hp) and all the party's poison and you got a deal. I'll deduct off the top 7 gp for profits earned from business ventures and stuff collected with some scrounging. So, wrangle up 30 more gp and you got a bot (after one month of solid effort).
As for your guys and checks, I need to say that the system for Theodore was for him to assess the quality of the guys coming to the door, hence it's an IQ for him to 'size up' potential employees. Given that you rolled CHA, I guess that means you're sizing up not how smart the guys are, but how... hmm. How enthusiastic they are after your motivational speech. How ambitious maybe. And DAMN one guy sure does want to work for you now.
Vanilli, yeah I like it. His name is Stavos Vanilli, and he's Latvian, and he came to Twilos willingly to find some work; hat in his hand kinda guy, this Stavos.
Of course, Theo offered to pay each guy 2 gold per week. So if you want ten guys, that's 20 gp per week, for a month, that's another 80 gp there King. And I already subtracted business profits off the robot above. Working in the mines don't pay so well, and while the Mining Guild is happy to get you started as an Overseer (meaning a work crew boss), the pay is more like 1 sp per day per guy. I.e., each week you earn 70 sp = 3.5 gp, but you pay out 20 gp at Theo's wage levels, a net loss of 16.5 gp per week. And again, that's part-time work, so your robot will take a little longer.
Why don't for now, assuming you can find the money from selling stuff and your friends for the robot, that at the end of the month, you've got a robot, and just interviewed ten guys with various degrees of ambition. Five of them were psyched, five of them just want your 2 gp per week.
You've also approached the Mining Guild, who offers to let you work either as an Overseer, or to work for them as a Robotics Engineer. Understand that the Mining Guild isn't really looking for an adventurer who might be dying or leaving Twilos sometime soon. They want a full time guy. Hopefully you can understand their position. Seeing your spider bot, they'll also buy mining constructs from you as an independent contractor, but it'll be on a piece-by-piece basis. This is probably the best way to go; you can turn your team of guys into a Robot Factory and start churning things out.
That way you've got some nice infrastructure to start using CHA instead of IQ to make stuff.
How will it turn out? Well, let me know if this is the team you want, at the wages you want, and the job you want, and we'll go from there.
Basically, there's a dilemma here: if you get the attention of the big players (such as the guards of Stonekeep 'upstairs'), then they want you full-time, essentially to retire as an NPC. But if you want to keep your independence, you need to have power and clout to bargain with them. Might not be there quite yet, but you're getting there.
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Honestly I don't know where Theo is going to get the money either. Actually Theo offered 2 'royals' per week. Wrong world dude. Here in D&D land we use gp base. Royals was Narbohring.
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Thaka:
Okay, longsword + dagger = flail. In Online Final Fantasy it'd probably be something like Kupo Nut + Cockatrice Feather = Riceball, and then Riceball + Rainstick = God Save The Flail, but that's not really what it's like to synthesize gear down here in the sticks.
Looks like a few people could use the scalemail or cash it would provide. I'll let you guys fight it out. Banded mail would be 1 week of King Tut's Time + Breastplate + Scale Mail + 30 gp. Alternatively, you can sub out Tut's time for another 30 gp.
Improved Concentration is a fine NWP.
Why don't you scrap all the excess shitty equipment and each take 1... no, 2 gp apiece. Assume there's no poison left neither after Tut makes his 'bot.
At the Temple of Mercury, they tell you that the letters to Onze were delivered to the island, but there is no other information besides receipt of their arrival. The letter to Captain Stefan, however, is returned unopened with a reply from the Widow Stefan.
My Dear Lady Thaka Laba Dula,
My condolences to you and your associates on your incarceration. I hope that this letter finds you in as good of spirits as one could hope for, given the contingencies. It is with my utmost sorrow that I must fail to raise those spirits higher, as the tidings I bear burn heavy within my heart. My good husband, Captain Stefan O. Stefan, perished when his ship, alas, caught on fire and burned to the depths of Neptune's Deep. I have been informed that, good man as he was, he escorted two ladies, a grandfather, a pair of twin nieces, and their beagle to a longboat, placing the composite value of their lives above his own. May the good lords have their mercies upon his immortal soul. Propriety compels me to inform you that a wake will be held on February 13, although I understand that you will be unable to attend given present unfortunate circumstances. I hope you and your good companions enjoy the cookies I have sent: a friend of my husband once entertained us with brow-raising tales of the dank depths you find yourselves in, and I was to understand that cinnamon is in short supply. I have included extra cinnamon in the smaller of the cookies to make up for their lack of stature- you know what they say about 'little ones and spice'. As my husband would have said, the tidings of fate are like the winds on the sails: fickle, untold, and cruel. And yet one can grasp hope and mastery with but the merest change in the weather.
The arms of God are long and many, and may they keep you safe if not wealthy. Again, my sincerest apologies for your situation. I ask your understanding if I am not able to open my late husband's correspondence, much less answer it in a timely and satisfactory fashion.
Sincerely,
Sarah M. O'Stefan.
Alas, no cookies. Apparently that kind of stuff is confiscated upon arrival at Twilos.
Finally, you ask about the tall pale guys. One of the Good Maidens informs you that those are 'Dustmen', members of Piccolo's Guild of Dust, who clean the streets of Twilos when all are in bed. They often trade for bodies and other oddities, god knows why. Occasionally there are rumors of them stealing kids. No one fucks with them, and all the Houses have great 'dustbins' outside their house compounds in which they leave their trash and other stuff- gifts, sometimes. Marked with little stars or asterisks.
...
Somewhere, a couple of guards comment on the interesting taste difference between the small Snickerdoodle cookies and the big ones.
Gaining metal. There's a lot of scrap metal around, but it's not what you want to make a robot out of, unless your idea of a robot is a garbage can with some rusty rebar arms and a set of little red wagon wheels. There's a reason why all your weapons were -2, -1 at best.
Working for a House or the Guild will certainly improve your access to a lot of things it seems. Or you can just keep collecting the extra weapons and armor, and eventually you'll have enough.
Tell you what- your spider bot is awfully good: 37 gp in goods or cash (1 per hp) and all the party's poison and you got a deal. I'll deduct off the top 7 gp for profits earned from business ventures and stuff collected with some scrounging. So, wrangle up 30 more gp and you got a bot (after one month of solid effort).
As for your guys and checks, I need to say that the system for Theodore was for him to assess the quality of the guys coming to the door, hence it's an IQ for him to 'size up' potential employees. Given that you rolled CHA, I guess that means you're sizing up not how smart the guys are, but how... hmm. How enthusiastic they are after your motivational speech. How ambitious maybe. And DAMN one guy sure does want to work for you now.
Vanilli, yeah I like it. His name is Stavos Vanilli, and he's Latvian, and he came to Twilos willingly to find some work; hat in his hand kinda guy, this Stavos.
Of course, Theo offered to pay each guy 2 gold per week. So if you want ten guys, that's 20 gp per week, for a month, that's another 80 gp there King. And I already subtracted business profits off the robot above. Working in the mines don't pay so well, and while the Mining Guild is happy to get you started as an Overseer (meaning a work crew boss), the pay is more like 1 sp per day per guy. I.e., each week you earn 70 sp = 3.5 gp, but you pay out 20 gp at Theo's wage levels, a net loss of 16.5 gp per week. And again, that's part-time work, so your robot will take a little longer.
Why don't for now, assuming you can find the money from selling stuff and your friends for the robot, that at the end of the month, you've got a robot, and just interviewed ten guys with various degrees of ambition. Five of them were psyched, five of them just want your 2 gp per week.
You've also approached the Mining Guild, who offers to let you work either as an Overseer, or to work for them as a Robotics Engineer. Understand that the Mining Guild isn't really looking for an adventurer who might be dying or leaving Twilos sometime soon. They want a full time guy. Hopefully you can understand their position. Seeing your spider bot, they'll also buy mining constructs from you as an independent contractor, but it'll be on a piece-by-piece basis. This is probably the best way to go; you can turn your team of guys into a Robot Factory and start churning things out.
That way you've got some nice infrastructure to start using CHA instead of IQ to make stuff.
How will it turn out? Well, let me know if this is the team you want, at the wages you want, and the job you want, and we'll go from there.
Basically, there's a dilemma here: if you get the attention of the big players (such as the guards of Stonekeep 'upstairs'), then they want you full-time, essentially to retire as an NPC. But if you want to keep your independence, you need to have power and clout to bargain with them. Might not be there quite yet, but you're getting there.
...
Honestly I don't know where Theo is going to get the money either. Actually Theo offered 2 'royals' per week. Wrong world dude. Here in D&D land we use gp base. Royals was Narbohring.
...
Thaka:
Okay, longsword + dagger = flail. In Online Final Fantasy it'd probably be something like Kupo Nut + Cockatrice Feather = Riceball, and then Riceball + Rainstick = God Save The Flail, but that's not really what it's like to synthesize gear down here in the sticks.
Looks like a few people could use the scalemail or cash it would provide. I'll let you guys fight it out. Banded mail would be 1 week of King Tut's Time + Breastplate + Scale Mail + 30 gp. Alternatively, you can sub out Tut's time for another 30 gp.
Improved Concentration is a fine NWP.
Why don't you scrap all the excess shitty equipment and each take 1... no, 2 gp apiece. Assume there's no poison left neither after Tut makes his 'bot.
At the Temple of Mercury, they tell you that the letters to Onze were delivered to the island, but there is no other information besides receipt of their arrival. The letter to Captain Stefan, however, is returned unopened with a reply from the Widow Stefan.
My Dear Lady Thaka Laba Dula,
My condolences to you and your associates on your incarceration. I hope that this letter finds you in as good of spirits as one could hope for, given the contingencies. It is with my utmost sorrow that I must fail to raise those spirits higher, as the tidings I bear burn heavy within my heart. My good husband, Captain Stefan O. Stefan, perished when his ship, alas, caught on fire and burned to the depths of Neptune's Deep. I have been informed that, good man as he was, he escorted two ladies, a grandfather, a pair of twin nieces, and their beagle to a longboat, placing the composite value of their lives above his own. May the good lords have their mercies upon his immortal soul. Propriety compels me to inform you that a wake will be held on February 13, although I understand that you will be unable to attend given present unfortunate circumstances. I hope you and your good companions enjoy the cookies I have sent: a friend of my husband once entertained us with brow-raising tales of the dank depths you find yourselves in, and I was to understand that cinnamon is in short supply. I have included extra cinnamon in the smaller of the cookies to make up for their lack of stature- you know what they say about 'little ones and spice'. As my husband would have said, the tidings of fate are like the winds on the sails: fickle, untold, and cruel. And yet one can grasp hope and mastery with but the merest change in the weather.
The arms of God are long and many, and may they keep you safe if not wealthy. Again, my sincerest apologies for your situation. I ask your understanding if I am not able to open my late husband's correspondence, much less answer it in a timely and satisfactory fashion.
Sincerely,
Sarah M. O'Stefan.
Alas, no cookies. Apparently that kind of stuff is confiscated upon arrival at Twilos.
Finally, you ask about the tall pale guys. One of the Good Maidens informs you that those are 'Dustmen', members of Piccolo's Guild of Dust, who clean the streets of Twilos when all are in bed. They often trade for bodies and other oddities, god knows why. Occasionally there are rumors of them stealing kids. No one fucks with them, and all the Houses have great 'dustbins' outside their house compounds in which they leave their trash and other stuff- gifts, sometimes. Marked with little stars or asterisks.
...
Somewhere, a couple of guards comment on the interesting taste difference between the small Snickerdoodle cookies and the big ones.
