PbP - GeekDad Crew Takes on Claim to Salvation!

Game Master RyanH

Yeah, we like, have totally done stuff like this before. As a team. And stuff.

"How disappointing... these are some of our finest morsels," each member of the party can literally can feel the disappointment.

"If you are here to perform an investigation for this supposed high-profile client, you must have some juicy stories from your prior cases. Tell us some stories, we insist." now everyone begins to sense a strong feeling of suspicion.

You know, it's been a CRAZY couple of days, my mind is just awhirl with the majesty here.
bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Are you F#$@ING kidding me? I mean... I'm sure, after a good nights sleep I'll have a thousand and one tales with which to regale you.

Let's spin some ACTUAL false tales... I've seen all your actual ways with words!

Here's a boon to use with your first SFS character should you make one...

Keskodai feels his species' form of embarrassment as the Warden projects its emotions onto the group of "investigators." The Shirren reaches out telepathically to Navasi while attempting to not draw attention to his other vomiting companion. While I do not typically condone lying, this may be an instance where a bend of the truth may help smooth over the current social miscues. I was under the impression that Humans jumped at every chance to embellish their self worth, no? Now seems like a splendid opportunity to do so.

This one has had limited investigation experience. My talents lie elsewhere. This one once dissected a Goravan Slime Dragon seeking the origin of its organic alcohol production, but that hardly seems to count as investigation. Without prevarication, I am afraid that tales of this one’s exploits would likely result in significant somnolence.
Iseph stares at each of his compatriots openly, but slightly too long. Without blinking. Or breathing. Or moving.

You get the feeling of confused curiosity as the Warden telepathically says, "Uh... yes, creatures that can generate alcohol could be quite useful. Who tasked you with this investigation and to what end? Hmmm... yes, maybe one of you others has another great story... maybe tracking of a corporate spy, or even a good story of someone cheating on their spouses... yes those are sometimes spicy investigations... do tell!"

"Yes, of course, a corporate spy..." Keskodai begins. His front mandibles are too still while his antennae quiver, both of which obvious tells for someone intimately familiar Keskodai, but difficult to discern for those not knowledgeable about Shirrens, and Keskodai in particular.

"There is one story that comes to mind. The human here, Navasai is her name, is our lead investigator." Keskodai says aloud, hoping that by speaking his slurred Basic makes it more difficult to detect his lie than responding telepathically. "Once, through her efforts, she was able to unwind a complex web of intrigue, leading to uncovering a scientist that was seeking to sell important trade secrets, the recipe to a new healing serum, to a rival corporation. Without going into the painful minutia..." the Shirren waves a three-clawed hand dismissively at the mere thought, "... she was able to return the prized sample, in tact, to our sponsor, and the rogue scientist met his demise on the other side of an airlock. As you can tell from this fully true story, our investigative team is both qualified and no-nonsense."

Recovering herself and pulling herself up to her full height, a head taller than her comrades.

That was a good one! I liked the part where I punctured his spleen with my foreclaw. Obozaya shakes her head. Only thing that could have saved him was the serum he stole.

"Brilliant! What a wonderful investigation! Yes... those corporate spies are often quite difficult to uncover! Oooh, and how exciting, puncturing his spleen... deserved that was... ha! and only saved by the stolen serum. Quite Poetic that! We certainly miss our investigation days. Thanks you for this taste of our exciting past," the Barathus is obviously quite pleased with the story.

The morsels and the party don't seem to be getting along. The Warden seems a little dismayed at this.

The Warden telepathically sighs, stating, “So, while I'd like to hear may more of your stories, such highly-sought-after investigators as you, must be here on business. How may I be of service?"

"Hmmph... well, if there's no more stories, I suppose it's straight to business,"The Warden telepathically sighs, stating, “I hear from the guards that you're here to speak with a prisoner. Visits with prisoners are forbidden. We can still be convinced to... arranged a meeting...”, the Barathus says, gesturing with one of their many tentacles, holding an empty credstick. "donations to our maintenance fund are greatly welcomed."

The Warden grows increasingly impatient... eventually the guards, that must have been summoned telepathically take the party by surprise... large shock sticks take everyone to their knees. Unable to put up much of a fight, equipment is confiscated, painful delousing is performed, and jump suits are issued as the group is processed into the system.