[GD IX] GM Debug's SFS 1-5: Meeting of Queens (Inactive)

Game Master DebugAMP

Vecro moves onto the dance floor to look for Raelis.

"I would gladly dance to this music. I think it is part of the social protocol." Any roll that we can do? Or how can we tackle this.

"Oh hello! You're Woowl are you not? I hear you're something of a guest of honor. Your microculture studies are fascinating..."

Raelis approaches the Osharu and, while dancing to the music, talks shop about their field of study hoping to learn more about what why Woowl was invited to the ceremony.

Life Science: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"I'm afraid my stomachs are making a music of their own right now - though this composition bombarding the environment is much more lovely!"

Woowl is clearly a couple drinks beyond 'curbing his excesses' and responds to Raelis at a volume several dB above what would be considered normal. "The big money backers at Qabarat sure think so! They got me a ticket to this sweet gig! Did you know that in most formian hives blemishes on the carapace result in a negative change in social standing, but in an urban setting it can be the opposite? But uni life stays at uni! Today is time to par-tay! Let's get more drinks!"

With a bit of prodding you could probably get her to lay off on the drinking for long enough to actually hold a real technical conversation. And also maybe spare her a hangover if it's not already too late.

Diplomacy + Expertise: 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (13) + 8 + (2) = 23

"Oh absolutely more drinks! Let's head to the bar and get you something clear and toxic in extremely large quantities!" Raelis quietly motions for a few fancy glasses filled with water while allowing Woowl to lean against her for balance.

If Woowl takes the bait Raelis will lead her somewhere easier to talk and try to distract her with more conversation on her research.

Lexicor distances himself from those with rumbling digestive problems and tries to listen to any side conversations around the punch bowl.

To whomever seems willing to engage in conversation ”These festive days are a boon of peace and prosperity to the mutual benefit of both races. “

Perception : 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (18) + 0 = 18
Diplomacy : 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Laanok carries a heaping plate of castrovellian delicacies.

”Despite my stomach, I just can’t resist this food! I might as well get used to this stuff. “

Raelis and Woowl take a seat out near the tents as Woowl regales her with some of her latest research. "...which is exactly why they are fools if they think that relocating them will work out! Anyhow... I should probably turn in for the night. Long day ahead and I've probably hit the bar a little too hard."

You've befriended Woowl! She will assist with Physical Science checks.

Lexicor looks around and finds a somewhat grumpy looking phentomite standing just outside of one of the tents. When Lexicor attempts to greet him he simply nods and gives a terse greeting. When Lexicor makes his play at initiating conversation though, something seems to set him off. "Prosperity... feh..." He doesn't seem particularly keen on the Android. Someone else may attempt to speak with him but further discussion from Lexicor will not likely be well received.

Having avoided the dancing due to his stomach doing somersaults, Speaker for the Dead approaches the phentomite. "This one enjoys quieter forms of recreation. This one is of the Starfinder Society. Designate your role in the delegation?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Remember your -2 penalty for skills while sickened. That will last until at least the end of the party.

He gives a curt responce and declines to continue any further discussion.
"Professor's assistant."

Lexicor will share his disappointing results with the others on the team.

I am not the most engaging conversationalist, so perhaps it would be prudent for others to try. The phentomite did not seem to be fond of the prosperity. I suspect he has an axe to grind. But I have no clue as to what or why.

Laanok looks up from finishing his fourth plate of eel.

Did someone say there was an axe grinder? The one they gave me is really dull.

He states plainly.

Lexicor just rolls his eyes at the vesk.

No, what I meant to say....oh nevermind.

"I've never met someone I couldn't get to speak. Let me see what I can do!" Raelis says smiling, excited to help.

She approaches the phentomite quietly and nods in greeting saying nothing at first.

"Parties right? Too loud. Everyone in your face. Sets you on edge. What would you rather be doing?"

Diplomacy + Expertise: 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (17) + 8 + (1) = 26

Vaal Noor builds a little sculpture with corks and the cutlery.

The phentomite sighs. "It... is what I'm here to do I suppose. Bump elbows with the right people... I'm trying to get some real funding for my fellow students. Anyone not from a wealthy family finds themselves quickly saddled with crushing amounts of debt. I signed on hoping for... an opportunity I suppose. But the experience itself will be worthwhile."

He motions for Raelis and compatriots other than Lexicor, who he still seems to distrust, to join him. "The journey is an interesting one, should take about 5 days. With modern travel you could be there in an afternoon, but walking in the footsteps of those who came before is supposed to conjure up the same mindset of those who made the treaty in the first place. The trip though while not dangerous can have it's share of hazards and is not one with no practice in self defense. This is a trip through wild lands, and the local weather patterns, flora, and fauna can all be hazardous if you are not careful."

He opens a small chest next to his tent and withdraws from it a longsword. "Take this, it may serve you well. We will be without our traditional weaponry, and the threats of the wild may require a honed blade."

You have acquired a Standard Longsword except with the addition of the archaic property.

Lexicor, in his wandering finds himself accosted by a pair of researchers near the edge of the oasis facing the open desert. They immediately dive into a dissertation about crystalline structures, growth, and mimicking hive structures. By the time the rest of you catch up with him, it looks as though his android ears are preparing to detach themselves just to escape the impromptu lecture.

"...you see it is quite extraordinary indeed! Now in certain hives you may notice some hive structures form this shape... like a cubic lattice whereas others... you! Over there!" He motions to Vaal to bring his structure with him. "...yes now if you can rearrange those 2 corks on the top to be on the lateral ingress it would..."

You can attempt a Physical Science or Diplomacy check to gracefully depart the conversation if you'd like.

Vecro stands with the rest talking to phentomite. He looks at the sword

"It is a beautiful weapon. Let me step away to some better lighten space to admire it."

Diplomacy to excuse himself: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

"Like this? I was merely going for aesthetic beauty, but I do recognize some crystalline structures can demonstrate remarkable beauty on their natural development!"

Physical Science: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Can Woowl assist me already?

Not sure if Lexicor needs to roll...

Diplomacy : 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

”Ah yes. Oh look at the time. I must excuse myself to recharge my batteries. “

"This one must continue meeting others in preparation for the journey."

Diplomacy (w/ -2 Sickened): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Laanok looks at Vaal’s cork sculpture.

”Nice sculpture and we haven’t even seen much yet! You great artists can make a sculpture of anything and make it interesting! “

He offers Vaal a piece of some semisweet fruit pastries.

”Hey, have you guys tried the dessert? “

"T-thanks, but I believe I'll refrain from eating - perhaps for the rest of this endeavor!"

I forgot about the sickened - I guess my roll was probably a dud

Laanok, are you certain it would not be more prudent to tone down the consumption of the foods and desserts and focus on the tasks at hand? You will only make yourself more ill.

The android tries unsuccessfully to separate the vesk from his third plate of pastries.

You'll never take them alive!!!!!

The vesk runs away from Lexicor in an attempt to save his precious
desserts.

Vaal engages the professor for long enough to be polite, at which point Speaker gracefully retrieves him from his impromptu lecture. "Good to see that the Starfinders send with them some brains as well as brawn! Any time you want to know more stop by my tent!"

Euiuyou will aid with Mysticism and Physical Science, and Ulkhat will aid with Engineering as long as they are nearby.

After a couple of hours, the party seems to be winding down. A few of the revelers overindulge and appear to be heading for a regretful morning, but the bulk of the delegation seems to have been mindful. You are all bid goodnight and guided to a tent for the night. The journey begins in the morning.

~~One good night's rest later~~

You all awake at sunrise to begin your journey to the Meeting of Queens. Thankfully it seems as though a night of rest has soothed your aching stomachs. Sickness be gone! The early morning begins with the sounds of bodies moving and equipment being packed. Jontane, the formian emissary, calls for everyone to meet them by the wagons near the eastern edge of the oasis. The smell of cooking food accompanies the opening of the tent flap.

“Good morning!” Jontane announces with a low voice punctuated with clicking. “An early start should guarantee time to rest along the journey. The annual rain ended a few days ago, and the path should be fine, but you never know what may occur.”

Jontane gives a small clicking sigh, “The bad news. The Path of the Queens is meant to be an historically accurate re-creation of the travel conditions experienced by those first queens. This means that your advanced weaponry and gear are not allowed on the trail. Please take a moment to pack these things in one of the wagons.” They wave at the group of five wagons facing the desert, drawn by insectoid camel-looking creatures. “You are encouraged to wear your armor, as formians are naturally hard-bodied, but please disengage any of your nonessential life-support systems. We are to undertake this journey the oldfashioned way. Basic medical supplies can be carried and used, but anything that is automated or uses batteries must be packed into a wagon as well. If there is a life-threatening emergency, we will use any and all means to care for a being.”

Jontane looks over the group once more. “We are to arrive at the Meeting of Queens in five days. It is best not to be late.”

Lexicor is actually pleased with the morning’s announcement

” Laanok you appear to be your normal shade of green this morning at least.“

Other than trying to pack himself in the wagon, he stows all his advanced or powered technology in the wagon as requested

” I am actually looking forward to the trek with no reliance on technology to see how we fare.“

"Understood, we wouldn't want to create any problems." Raelis says, storing her few items in the wagon.

"It will certainly be an interesting journey. Would any of you be better able to use this longsword, the phentomite gave it to me, but I'm not one for melee combat." She offers is up to anyone else in the group who may want it.

Vecro gets up quickly and packs his belongings.

"I can't wait for this journey to begin. It must be a thrilling journey."

He passes his weapon onto the wagon glad to have an archaic version of the chain with him.

"I can use the sword but I have an equally good weapon with me." I have an advanced melee weapon that is better than longsword.

Laanok, you could take the sword as a spare if none of the others are willing or able.

”No, I won’t need the sword. “

Laanok puts his advanced technology in the wagon and then pets the insectile beasts of burden

”Who’s a good bug? “

Remember, your weapons must have the archaic tag to be allowable.
You received substitutes for any analog weapons you had, however they will not have any fusions you may have placed on them. Keep that in mind when you decide who has what.

The group saddles up their 'good bugs' and the journey begins. The oases opens up into dry desert, pockmarked with rocky outcroppings and small patches of thorny shrubs. The delegation steers towards one of the larger outcroppings and alongside a mesa. The path continues under a ridgeline where you finally experience shade for the first time all day.

"This one urges an immediate cessation of travel! A mudslide is about to begin, but a delay of a few hours will allow it to safely settle."

I'll take the longsword if no one else wants it--apparently I neglected to purchase any melee weapons for this character :)

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Vecro looks at the slopes, his face covered makes it harder to read his emotions.

"Do we have a couple of hours? Or do we need to push forwards despite the risk?"

Physical Science: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

"I'd prefer not to waste a minute longer than necessary in this experiment - my creativity is completely muffled by these sticks with ropes. Let's walk faster and move on!" Vaal Noor changes to quadrupede posture.

"Is that prudent Noor? What if we can not move fast enough? How fast can our mounts run?"

Raelis maintains an air of composure but she is a more cautious type of adventurer than most Starfinders and is not excited about racing a mudslide.
She eyes the land above with suspicion.

phys science: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Although he does not see the same signs of disaster, Lexicor shares his android counterpart's air of caution

The odds of surviving a mudslide, should we be caught within it, would be...well, not good odds. Prudence should be exercised if certainty of success are not obtainable.

Hey, maybe we can go around it? Laanok offers.

survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

If that is not an option, we probably should wait.

"This might be the most cautious group of Starfinders I have ever been paired with! We can ask the caravan to wait, if you'd prefer - but there's no telling how long it might take for the mud to move, nor if it will be any safer to try to travel across it aftwerwards. But I'm no expert, back in Icefront we were much more likely to have to deal with avalanches!"

This desert is too moisty

The desert wall gives way leaving heavy stones and muddy patches of what used to be an oasis blocking the path. With the scope of the collapse, it looks as though it would have been no easy task to rush ahead of... but even now it is difficult to find a clear path that the caravan is able to navigate.

Jontane looks at the destruction. "We'll need to find a safe route for the wagons. If anyone is willing to lend a head that would be appreciated."

You can either stone-hop ahead then work your way back with Acrobatics to mark a clear path, or spot a safe route with Survival. Only 1 of you can make this check. The rest of you can aid another. Let me know who is leading the check.

Vecro looks at the place where just an hour ago there was a path. He crosses his arms on his chest as he looks for a good way to lead the caravan. Then he spots the Vesk to preparing to find the path.

Acrobatics, aid another: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

He walks towards Laanok and speaks

"Laanok on Kasatha we had rock avalanches very frequently. From what I learned you need to beware of the unstable rocks that would fall down when one enters them. Try to check their stability before you move through them."

Aid Another: Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Raelis' natural hesitance to action limits her own acrobatic ability but she does offer up some advice to Lanook as well.

"Don't forget you can use your tail to stabilize your center or gravity. Do Vesk do that instinctual? Sorry if they do."

She eye's the path ahead with suspicion.

Aid Another Acrobatics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Vaal Noor sits this one out, scratching his head at the mess they could have avoided.

Lexicor cheers for Laanok to make the acrobatic trek across the mud.

All our hopes rest upon you my green friend. No pressure. Just do what you do best....

aid acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

The pep talk is hardly encouraging. :(

We must be new at this or something

Laanok scowls at Lexicor.

So you want me to be the test subject? After watching Lexicor nearly fall down, I suppose I am the better choice. So ok, here goes!

The vesk ties a rope around his waste....just in case.

acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 +4 aids

Here goes.....woooohahhahhaaaa!

Kersplooooppppppp!

Ummm. A little help here? Vaal and Lexicor, you know you guys stink at pep talks!

Oh Sheesh! Those rolls, including the aids...if totalled together probably are not enough to succeeed. 6+4+5+2+1=18

The collapse covers quite a large area, and it becomes rapidly apparent that trying to rush it would have been a disaster. You marks out a path and begin to lead the wagons forward, but after an hour one of them slips into the mud and cracks a wheel.

I'll need an Engineering check to repair the damaged wagon.

Vecro helps to get out the wagon from the hole that it fell into.

"Anyone knows how to fix it?" Kasatha looks with hope at Izalguun

No engineering skills, I can hold a hammer, or even four hammers if needed but that is it ;) And yeah given the rolls at the last trial I am glad that no one fell off the cliff :D

Engineering: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Raelis takes a look at the wheel and remarks to herself.
"Amazing how far we've come technologically and yet some techniques haven't changed all the much." She quickly maps out what needs to get done, and gets to work making repairs, glad to finally be of use.

Raelis has no difficulty repairing the wheels, however the mundane equipment does make things take a bit longer. Nonetheless, you're back on the road several hours later thanking whatever gods you worship that you didn't need to abandon the wagon and figure out what to do with the gear onboard...

As you finally break for the night Jontane beckons for you to join him. "You all seem to be on the vanguard of this caravan... if things get too dicey on the trail, I have a collection of grenades made in the old way... black powder and shrapnel encased in an iron ball. It would be best to stay prepared."

Jontane has a collection of 10 mk 1 frag grenades, 10 smoke grenades, and 5 mk 1 flash grenades, all built as archaic weapons. Distribute them as you see fit.

~~Several hours later...~~

The journey is uneventful for the remainder of that evening, and well into the next day, however as you cross the desert a long stretch of dry land between oases gets particularly hot. Distant shimmers suggest far off trees and water. Overhead, the desert sun veils the land in an oppressive blanket of heat. The windless air is a stifling curtain that draws breath painfully. Suddenly you hear shouts from the caravan... "Professor? Professor?! Someone come help! Euiuyou passed out!" As you approach it looks like Professor Euiuyou has fallen unconcious!

You can each attempt a Medcine check to treat him, or a Survival check to quickly arrange some temporary shelter to keep the heat off of him. Each of you can attempt (or aid) one of these two checks, and both will be necessary to treat him.

Since I'm proficient and have a nice dexterity, I'll grab 2 frags, 2 smokes and 1 flash grenade.

"I got this!" Vaal Noor stretches some canvas, puts some sticks together, adds some lace, burns some incense and starts banging rhythmically on a drum, creating a solid yet stylish shelter.

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 17

"What do you think, Jontane?" Going for that automatic Aid Another

I'll take the same spread as Vaal as I'm also proficient

Raelis considers that despite her extensive life science studies, she hasn't taken the time to grow her understanding of medicine, and tries to assist with the shelter instead.

Survival aid: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19