Janzi is uncharacteristically out of witticisms as he hurries to reach the lashunta woman. The concern is evident on his face.
"That sure is one ugly mother," Booker growls, slamming another round into the chamber. He gives the plant-beast no quarter.
The lance of fire hits the beast! Janzi moves in as Dunk winds up...
Round 2:
Dunklezahn: Go
Gig: Go
R1G5: Go
Booker: 21 Pending
Hostile: TD
Janzi: TBD
Hack-It: Hit
Baddie: 41
Dunklezahn's swing takes such a huge chunk out of the side of teh beast that it falls to the ground. Green and orange fluids melting to the lush carpet of the ground.
The lashunta gives a laugh and a cough as he barely maintains consciousness.
Booker grunts and lowers the cannon, then swivels to look at the lashunta. "S'wrong with you? You don' look so good. Janzi, what's wrong with this 'un?"
The lashunta chokes out both a cough and a laugh at the same time, "Starfinders. Devourer take you."
She has one of the plant monster's thorns in her thigh.
You see a growing pool of blood soaking her abdomen
"It's all too late for me. I just want a swift death."
Sputter makes a whirring noise.
"Really? Huh. The drone is detecting that she's got a thorn in her side. Not sure if it's fatal."
It's clear that the lashunta is a host for young. Given the blood on her abdomen, it's likely she'll die in a minute or so - and you guess it'll be from blood loss as the young burrow out. It would take high level tech or magic to stop it now.
Thorn? Where?
Janzi will try casting stabilize, and if that's successful will use healing touch.
Janzi knows that the wounds are too severe, and that the lashunta will continue to take damage
While still thinking for ideas, seedlings burst forth from the woman and pour forth. Everyone backs away from the corpse, scared of infection.
Once the young have dispersed, the brave Starfinders approach to search for identification. While you find now, you do find some gear
shock grenades I (2), utility scattergun with 25 scattergun shells, field rations (2 weeks), credstick (150 credits)
"Remind me not to go into gardening. That lifestyle looks a little dangerous for these parts. Janzi, is there anything you can do for that poor lashunta. I mean, is there anything you can do that doesn't endanger all of us?"
"Yuck," Booker comments succinctly. "Next time we see one of those f*ckers, I ain't waitin' til it gets close." He pats his rifle for emphasis.
"Said somethin 'bout a devourer. Anybody know anybody, god or whatever, goin' by 'Devourer?'"
The Cult of the Devourer is one of the most feared and reviled organizations in the Pact Worlds, and clear evidence of its ravages can be found on the fringes of inhabited space throughout the galaxy. The cult has been around for eons, though individual cells rarely last more than a few decades, and its devotees wage a nonstop war to destroy all existence in the name of their god, the Devourer. In most cases, the cult can be thought of like a hurricane on a low-tech world—it comes with little warning, damages or destroys everything in its furious path, and then weakens and breaks apart for no apparent reason.
The party decides there's nothing they can do, so they opt to continue (and your translator spends the rest of the day vomiting after the horrors you so nonchalantly experience.)
On the morning of the seventh day of travel, the wind shifts direction, carrying with it a tangy scent. Looking to the foliage-obscured sky, the kaukarikis fall silent before yapping warnings to one another. They dash upward toward bucket-sized flowers 100 feet above and wrap themselves in the petals, practically disappearing from sight....
You notice fluffy pink clouds floating gently above the trees.
R1G5 points them out to you:
You recognize these as signs of the imminent approach of one of Castrovel’s notorious moldstorms. Moldstorms are short-lived events in which several types of giant fungi all release their spores at once. In smaller quantities, these spores are harmless, but moldstorms can clog creatures’ respiratory systems and even take root in living tissues, breaking down flesh and inhibiting neurological systems. TAKE COVER!
Well, presuming she meant the Cult of the Devourer, Janzi says with some distaste, wanting it to take us isn't a pleasantry. He recounts the details in the spoiler.
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What pretty clouds...
"What's the matter with the pink clouds? Wait a minute. Oh damn, damn, damn! . . . Take cover everyone! Quick! Those are moldstorms. It won't last long, but if you are caught in it, it will cause severe respiratory problems, destruction of flesh, neurological damage or even worse!"
Gig begins looking for cover immediately!
"Mold storms?" Booker says incredulously. He looks at the sky suspiciously and checks his suit's environmental seals. "That don't sound fun."
Gig does not try to adjust the environmental power of his armor, but instead looks for a cave or some shelter to help the party survive the storm.
Hack-It dials up the juice for his suit through his wrist console. He pats a pocket on his pack and says, "Always bring a spare battery."
He then looks at Sputter. "Keep it together, you flying rust bucket."
The drone beeps and whirs mournfully.
"Or two," Booker agrees. He eyes the clouds apprehensively.
R1G5 and Gig quickly work to build a shelter. Their skill is such that it effectively seals off the mold. After only a few hours, the storm passes, and not a single one of you is stuck using up battery power.
The moldstorm leaves the landscape coated with fluffy tufts of pinkish spores like a dusting of snow, accumulating in waist-high drifts as the wind blows through the forest. The stingbats emerge, but at this point, they leave you alone, opting for simpler ways to spend time.
Given the timing, a rest is in order. You expect to reach the next major landmark in the morning.
"Not bad for a keyboard technician, wouldn't you say? I think I'm getting the hang of this Starfinder stuff. Just keep the rat eating plants away!"
"This's a pretty planet, they said," Booker grumbles. "A lush planet, they said."
"Might as well camp here. You got the tent?" he asks of Dunklezahn.
"Who's they, Booker? Were they trying to convince you to come here on vacation?"
Booker spits casually into the underbrush at his feet. "I don't take vacations. That's desertion."
In the midst of all the banter the walk seems to be easy, and the hours melt away. Mid morning, however, a clearing stuns you to silence.
Beyond is an incredible ruin, well preserved, and breathtaking in scope. It forms an immense stone statue of a reclining elf whose skin bears dozens of raised markings like painful welts. The figure rests on one partially buried elbow while extending its other hand toward the sky. The elf’s simple robe and hair are both sculpted of heavily weathered metal that has corroded entirely in places. Numerous crumbling outbuildings ring the clearing, where only mosses and a few stubborn, stunted trees grow.
When the crash breaks the silence, you all share the same though, not again!. You wheel to face.... a victim of the moldstorm. A spined lizard, easily four times the size of Dunklezahn. Mold spores have left open wounds all over its body, and it's clearly experiencing some form of berserking rage!
Round 1:
Dunklezahn: Go
Gig: Go
Booker: Go
Hostile: TBD
R1G5: TBD
Janzi: TBD
Hack-It
Fearlessly, Dunk closes!
Round 1:
Dunklezahn: Double Move
Gig: Go
Booker: Go
Hostile: TBD
R1G5: TBD
Janzi: TBD
Hack-I
"Dammit!" Booker curses. "Cover 'im!"
The veteran slides forward and fires a shell to distract the big beast, and maybe scare it off.
From over Dunklezahn's shoulder a blast hits the lizard, but Booker is shocked at how little damage it caused the thing.
Round 1:
Dunklezahn: Double Move
Gig: Go
Booker: Hit
Hostile: TBD
R1G5: TBD
Janzi: TBD
Hack-It: TBD
Hostile: 11
Upon seeing the nasty lizard, Gig begins casting Magic Missile on the beast.
Pointing his index finger, he sends forth three arcane bolts unerringly toward greenie!
Gig's barrage of missiles is as potent as Booker's canon!
the unidentified creature takes a powerful step forward and pivots hard, whipping it's tail around like a massive battering ram. . A quick tuck and roll from Dunklezahn and the only thing broken is a nearby plant.
Round 1:
Dunklezahn: Double Move
Gig: MM
Booker: Hit
Hostile: ATK!
R1G5: Go
Janzi: Go
Hack-It: Go
Hostile: 22
"Cover me, Sputter!" Hack-It shouts at his drone while moving forward, pulling out his pistol as he does so. Laser fire flies from the drone toward the creature.
Janzi moves forward even as he shakes his head as Dunk closes in. Damned fool is gonna get himself perished by being so reckless...
AS he moves he draws his azimuth laser pistol, giving it a shot once he is between Booker and Hack-it.
Janzi and Hack-it just don't have the aim to score a telling blow!
Round 1:
Dunklezahn: Double Move
Gig: MM
Booker: Hit
Hostile: ATK!
R1G5: Go
Janzi: Miss
Hack-It: Miss
Hostile: 22
R1G5 gets a bit to fancy, but it's still a shot on target. The lizard still seems like it's ready for a fight, and the fungal infection doesn't seem to be slowing it down any.
Round 2:
Dunklezahn: Go
Gig: Go
Booker: Go
Hostile: TBD
R1G5: TBD
Janzi: TBD
Hack-It: TBD
Hostile: 29
He cuts deep, but this creature is extremely tough. The wound pours infected blood, but the lizard seems ever full of fight.
Round 2:
Dunklezahn: Hit
Gig: Go
Booker: Go
Hostile: TBD
R1G5: TBD
Janzi: TBD
Hack-It: TBD
Hostile: 40
"Blast 'em!" Booker follows his own advice and pours on the heavy fire.
Calm and collect, Gig moves his hands in short, but intricate motions that draws forth the arcane forces surrounding him. Bringing his power to its full potential, he releases another 3 arcane blasts of magic missiles at the lizard.
"Take that you beastie!"
Booker lays in a pair of powerful shots with Gig's missiles right behind! The shots rip through its body, nearly toppling the large lizard.
Nearly.
It's massive tail whips around again, this time catching Dunklezahn squarely in the chest! for . It lets out an epic roar of primal rage. The roar shakes you to your bones. [ooc]Will DC 13 from Dunk. Fail and be shaken for
Round 2:
Dunklezahn: Hit
Gig: Hit
Booker: Hit
Hostile: ATK
R1G5: Go
Janzi: Go
Hack-It: Go
Hostile: 73