I'm working on an idea for an artificer based off Robin Williams character in flubber. I was thinking Artillerist for the Eldritch Cannon to kind of function as Weebo. Eventually picking up a homunculus to fill the role of flubber.
Trying to figure out was invocations N. Spells are a must to replicate the feel for this character. Also going variant human and having trouble picking a feat.
Right now this is just a theory build so don't have a level to aim for but figured I'd start at at least sixth so I can get a homunculus. Looking anyone's thoughts on where I should go with this.
I don't know about you, but as an INTP I am not good at things like organization, keeping track of where items are, staying on a schedule, performing daily tasks, bookkeeping, and cleaning up after myself. (I am also not particularly motivated to be good at those things.)
So what are some life hacks you have found that make it easier as an INTP to take care of things like that? How can we leverage our INTP proclivities to compensate for those weaknesses?
He had been away too long, and before he had left he had not spoken to his charge of her actual identity. In fact he had avoided it, given her plenty of time to self-study once he found out he was to be away for a while. The Burned Man's only hope was that the Grey Rat hadn't polluted her mind with anything his decrepit old mind could muster. The classroom in the Wheat Tower was kept in its usual manner, although his slanted desk at the front of it was left the way he had wanted it. The time had come to open the lecture with any questions his students had with their readings.
He had sent for Olenna to be summoned a little later, he first needed to meet with his secret charge.
I had earlier put this under an incorrect sub, now posting it in the right thread. :)
This encounter was relayed and happened to my aunt; occurred in the early 70s. My aunt (Mom's older sister), a University physics professor used to work in a city about 7hrs by road from where my mom's family lived. My maternal grandparents home is in a very small everybody-knows-everybody town (about 200 hours, village almost) at the top of a hill in the western ghats of India. A hill station/rain forest area, and in the limited electricity/no tv days, the town practically shut down post dusk and people would be in deep slumber by 8pm.
My aunt would apparently come home during long weekends or festival holidays, carrying a shit-ton of stuff from the town (fruits, veggies, snacks & knick-knacks for the younger siblings and general stuff for house) and given that this was a time before phones, she'd let the family know by snail-mail of her arrival so someone from home would fetch her from the bus depot to home.
This one time however when my aunt landed late one evening from the city, there was no one from the family to pick her up. The village stop is the last one for the night and the bus leaves the next morning to the city, so she was literally the ONLY passenger at the depot accompanied by the bus driver and conductor (who'd usually sleep in the bus for the night).
She starts her walk home, lugging several bags on each shoulder and although the house is not more than a mile from the depot she was desperately hoping she bumped into someone that could help her with the darn bags before the thick of the night set in!
Just when the deserted streets were beginning to get super dark and she thought she'd run out of luck for the day, she heard a familiar voice holler from behind her, asking her to wait up! It was the village police constable Rajanna, who also happened to be my grandparent's former tenant and knew the family closely. He explained he was out on night patrol and given that there were some recent naxal intrusions/violence in the area, she was lucky he found her and could accompany her/give her a hand with her luggage. They chatted and caught up on the village gossip along the way and my aunt was dropped off at the beginning of her street. Rajanna told her he was late for his patrol and had to leave. There is a temple right before the house so the area was now well lit and my aunt was thankful for the company and help, they bid their goodbyes.
She got ho
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One day, this absent-minded professor takes his umbrella to school with him, teaches in 3 different classrooms, and then returns home without his umbrella.
What is the probability the absent-minded professor left his umbrella in the first classroom?
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tl;dr: psychologist, husband, and I highly suspect ADHD-PI and depression and I would like some insight in what people in a similar situation chose or would choose to do from here.
Background ahoy, possibly relevant, meat and potatoes in bullets (my attempt at italics has failed). Apologies in advance for length if you do decide to read it all:
You know, it's weird, when your brain works a certain way you just think that's how everyone's brains work. I never even knew you could have ADHD besides PH, so I would never have thought I had it. I've always been made fun of or punished by my parents for being a really forgetful kid (not the best home life), made to turn lights on and off until I could remember to turn then off when I left a room (my husband is the first person who's successfully gotten me to do this almost every time), only remembering to do things the moment I was told, making my parents repeat lists of chores, and number one most of all forgetting my homework.
Still, I was a straight A, AP student even though I was constantly doodling or getting books taken away from me for reading in class, left all of my assignments to the last minute, and even started skipping some of the classes I deemed "too easy."
All the while I had incredibly low self esteem (not the worst but certainly not a pleasant home life) and completely hated myself. It got worse as I entered college, where my grades suffered for the first time in years. I was in an honors program where I had to take a puzzle-math course even though I had credit for AP calculus just because I didn't want to take the honors calculus. The course was too easy, so I turned in all of my unchallenging work and skipped too many classes, automatically failing the class (the professor told me to not even bother showing up for the exam).
In my art classes I had trouble because I would get incredibly excited about one project and work on that up until the night before 4 were due, then half ass the rest and get a failing grade.
I ended up switching to an international relations major after my global politics professor noticed my interest in the class, and every professor has been fascinating. Things slowed down a bit for me, although I still have a lot of emotional roller coaster issues, but my life has gotten busier and my memory problems have become more and more of an issue. I've got my thesis, and I can't seem to get any of the partway points done until the moment thin
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Long story short: I have a ball of flubber ricocheting around my basement and this canister made of vibranium. Due you guys think I could trap the flubber in it? I just don't know if this is a great idea or a terrible one.
As a filler adventure a week or two ago, I had the players delve into a small (8 rooms or so) underground portion of a fort from the long-abandoned Yuan-Ti exploration and colonization attempts, to hunt some giant ants.
While down there, they came across a ragged, stained piece of parchment with indecipherable script and markings - it was supposed to be a hint on how to open a door elsewhere, as well as a warning about the guardian inside, but with the damage was illegible even if they knew the language. Unfortunately, they nearly died in the final encounter and had to be saved by a DMPC who they enlisted to help (the mission was supposed to be 'this is a bit over the top, you guys need to know when to quit and retreat sometimes.')
The next week, after healing up, they returned and found a bunch of thugs had taken the place over, and were harassing farmers about who had been inside, how long had everyone known about this place, was anything taken, etc. After a few failed diplomacy rolls, they ended up clearing the place out of the thugs, but still failed to find the treasure room (which was already emptied by said DMPC, being a moderate level rogue.)
On the bodies of the thugs, they found a good handful of bronze, brass and copper coins, as well as a chain shirt cut to an Abomination's bodysize - useless for a normal humanoid unless they want to spend the time to take it in.
This is where I started branching the problem out. Why were bandits there and interested in useless artifacts? Because they were sent, of course!
The next adventure involves a fort that has been taken over by a bandit gang; in one of the rooms, a letter to the thug leader at the Yuan-Ti fort tells him that ASP has found the next location, detailing where the fort is, and to not interfere with the locals or get caught - as well as hinting at the location of another Yuan-Ti fort.
At the next town, in a few session's time, they'll run into Professor Adelophius Setari; a kindly man who offers to help them decipher a map they find in another adventure... and mentions that he's keen on Yuan-Ti artifacts and history, offering to buy the coins and - if they still have it - chain shirt off of them, as well as looking at the parchment... and divulges one of the key elements; he's looking for a caravan that the Yuan-Ti dispatched with the guard's pay, because he'd found a reference to a holy relic on board but no records that it left the continent. He's trying to find the relic by going
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