Female N android death touched operative 6 | SP 43/48 HP 40/40 | RP 8/8 | EAC 21; KAC 21 | Fort +7*^; Ref +10`; Will +6* | Init: +7 | Perc: +13 | low-light vision; darkvision | Speed 40ft; 30 ft Fly | PRR: 8 | SAP: 20 | TRP: 21 | CF: 4/10 | HC: 1/1 | Active conditions: none
#1 Tunnel splits: Perception:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 Twila-5 isn't sure if Morvruul's confidence is due to competence or not, but as she doesn't have a better idea, she keeps her mouth shut and follows him.
#2 Partial tunnel collapse: Engineering:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8*Now* he tells me, she gripes as she finally realizes that she's been trying to bypass a section of smaller rocks that were hiding one massive boulder that even Sturmvanger couldn't move.
#3 Runes: Culture:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13"I'm not sure about this translation. These runes are...somewhat different than I'd expect."
#4 Quick currents: Acrobatics:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29 Somehow, Twila-5 manages to catch a current and breeze along it like an otter in a river.
Female CN Tiefling Biohacker 3 | SP 21/21 HP 22/22 | RP 3/3 | EAC 18; KAC 17, 5 cold, electricity, fire resistance | Fort +4; Ref +5; Will +3 | Init: +8 | Perc: +10, SM: +8 | Speed 30 ft | Biohacks 4/4 | Fiendish Gloom 1/1, Applied Knowledge 1/1 | Active conditions: none
Outside in the winds, Seggas sticks herself to Sturm's tail and clings on, trusing the large dragonkin to drag her inside.
Sturm:
<I'm pretty sure I'd be happy with the *Crowds of people and lights and fog* as *Images of said crowds of people going through various generic testing variations* Also it's *WARMER*! Also I trust Morvuul to be better about not getting killed. He's done well so far. Also I may have *Quick image of a small tracker device slipped into his drink at the bar...* So wecould probably find him on the way out.>
She gives a shiver despite her environmental protections and hisses a the sight of the liquid methane. "That's FREEZING ugh. I don't deal with the cold that well."
#1 She glowers at the tunnels for a second and then quickly points down one of them. Perception:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27"That way is warmer and there are hand prints on the walls."
#2 Finding the hole that Morvuul found, Seggas tries to prop it up so is is more stable. Engineering:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 She accidentally moves one of the lynch pin rocks and ahs to spend most of her time trying to keep it from completely collapsing the rest of the way.
#3 Seggas looks at the sigils for a moment unhappy to still be in this dang methane. Culture:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10-5 to the DC if this has to do with artistic innovations or traditions. Probably not but eh worth it. Her teeth are chattering too much and she can't focus on them at all. She instead decides to move on.
#4 Seggas glowers darkly at the currents rushing her friend off and with a frown, curls up into an angry ball of unhappy and tries to tough out the rapids. Fort save:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 She doesn't fare well.
Key Point #1 - Passed
Key Point #2 - Passed
Key Point #3 - Passed
Key Point #4 - Passed
Key Point #5 - Passed.
Result: +5 to the check below
After riding the quick currents, you are spit out of the tunnels into a vast liquid space: the interior of the moon. You see the mausoleum in the distance, a structure covered in glowing purple runes. You have to swim for quite a while in this unusual liquid. To do this you must each succeed at a final Athletics check to reach your destination.
After riding the quick currents, you are spit out of the tunnels into a vast liquid space: the interior of the moon. You see the mausoleum in the distance, a structure covered in glowing purple runes. You have to swim for quite a while in this unusual liquid.
Morvruul mutters a curse when he sees the mausoleum in the distance and the torrent of liquid before him.
Sturmvanger may not be quite as glad that his armor has environmental seals as Seggas, but he's not too far behind. Give him facing the teeth of a giant predator vs. the teeth of a blizzard any day.
Seggas:
<Don't worry, we're almost there. When this is all over we can go someplace *image-of-a-space-that-is-dim-quiet-and-warm.* Actually, I've been meaning to discuss *image-of-Seggas-riding-him-using-a-saddle* with you. It's what my ancestors did with their *Bonded-which-means-more-than-sibling-or-friend*.>
Athletics:1d20 + 9 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 5 = 18
Seggas actually does better at the swimming than he does, perhaps demonstrating that desperation can lead to competence.
Only Twila-5 and Rilynn are fatigued as you reach the shores of the mausoleum.
The mausoleum, a rough sandstone structure with 15-foot ceilings, floats in the center of the moon. The runes on the walls provide dim illumination in every room. This close to the moon’s core, the gravity stabilizes and is considered normal.
This room shows obvious signs of erosion. Strange semifluorescent plant life has started to grow along patches of the floor and on the walls. A large hole in the sandstone lies to the west, and shimmering inside the hole appears to be a force field made of purple runes. To the south, a set of rough sandstone steps lead to another force field, this one holding back the liquid methane.
Female N android death touched operative 6 | SP 43/48 HP 40/40 | RP 8/8 | EAC 21; KAC 21 | Fort +7*^; Ref +10`; Will +6* | Init: +7 | Perc: +13 | low-light vision; darkvision | Speed 40ft; 30 ft Fly | PRR: 8 | SAP: 20 | TRP: 21 | CF: 4/10 | HC: 1/1 | Active conditions: none
Steeling herself, Twila-5 pushes on toward the glowing purple runes.
Athletics:1d20 + 6 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 5 = 22
Gosh darn it! Ninja'd! I was too slow. Oh well.
Once she pulls herself up onto solid ground, she looks around for traps. This is a lot like "Raiders of the Lost Arch". There are bound to be traps somewhere.
Morvruul disables the runes with ease and you are able to proceed further.
Up to the north, this chamber has not escaped the ravages of time. There are holes in the walls that likely once held doors, and the sandstone tiles on the floor are dirty and broken in places. Softly glowing purple runes cover the interior walls of the chamber, encircling a round altar covered in more runes in the center of the space. Out of shadow in front of the altar, a form slowly coalesces, taking the shape of an ebony dragon with red frills. Its body is terribly contorted and trails shadows.
With a voice like rocks scraping together, it speaks. Who dares to break the sanctity of this holy resting place?
I've placed your tokens on the map. If you're unhappy about your positioning you may move it to anywhere else in the chamber you are in now
Female N android death touched operative 6 | SP 43/48 HP 40/40 | RP 8/8 | EAC 21; KAC 21 | Fort +7*^; Ref +10`; Will +6* | Init: +7 | Perc: +13 | low-light vision; darkvision | Speed 40ft; 30 ft Fly | PRR: 8 | SAP: 20 | TRP: 21 | CF: 4/10 | HC: 1/1 | Active conditions: none
(Bob, Jim Bob, Billy Bob, Lacy, Stacy, and Tracy.) ... Huh. Wonder which show that came from. Twila-5 dismisses the irrelevant comment from her mind as she sidles over toward Morvruul, hoping Sturmvanger's bulk is enough to hide her, and draws her laser pistol.
"Oh great wyrm of Preahan, we have come to your lair carrying a message from the Livaran Dreamer. We mean you no harm. As a sign of our good will I offer you a gift... Take this witchwyrd." He waves his hand in Morvruul's direction. "Do with him what you may. I understand that if you slow cook a witchwyrd they make fine eating."
Female CN Tiefling Biohacker 3 | SP 21/21 HP 22/22 | RP 3/3 | EAC 18; KAC 17, 5 cold, electricity, fire resistance | Fort +4; Ref +5; Will +3 | Init: +8 | Perc: +10, SM: +8 | Speed 30 ft | Biohacks 4/4 | Fiendish Gloom 1/1, Applied Knowledge 1/1 | Active conditions: none
Seggas gives Cha'mon Cha'mon some serious side eye for a second, before commenting, "There must be something that would interest this August person more than the stringy flesh of a sentient twink. Perhaps some recepies for the culinary delights of Triaxus or Absalom Station... I might also be willing to dip into my personal stash of rainy day gourmet foods. I swear they would be a thousand times tastier than wytchward flesh. I mean no one with any culinary standing experiments with the flesh of sentient creatures so you'd be in deep space with out a drift engine for flavoring and cooking."
Culture, recall food traditions (-5 to the DC if there is one):1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Sturmvanger shrinks back as the dragon appears. He looks around in hopes that someone in the group can successfully negotiate with the creature. One does not defy a dragon, after all.
He doesn't even care if it ends up being Morvruul who talks them out of any trouble.
Morvruul attempts to discern just what manner of beast the duplicitous damai is attempting to offer him to--and, particularly, whether the creature tends to dine on witchwyrds.
You knows that this guardian is a nightmare dragon, natural enemies to the Dreamers, and that something is not right about its claims to be a willing guardian.
The dragon just laughs at Chamon's offering. Foolish mortal. I do not want that! What sort of dragon do you think I am? No no no... I want information. Specifically, who are you and why are you here - although I have to admit, the knowledge of exotic foods could ... also be useful.
"As I said before we have been sent by the Livaran Dreamer. You are obviously a dragon of great renown. Tell us, why have you chosen this god forsaken place for your lair."
Female CN Tiefling Biohacker 3 | SP 21/21 HP 22/22 | RP 3/3 | EAC 18; KAC 17, 5 cold, electricity, fire resistance | Fort +4; Ref +5; Will +3 | Init: +8 | Perc: +10, SM: +8 | Speed 30 ft | Biohacks 4/4 | Fiendish Gloom 1/1, Applied Knowledge 1/1 | Active conditions: none
Seggas smiles with a grin that almost looks sinister, despite it being genuine. "Oh trust me, you'd want to know about these! Ever had a steak of a ksarik that hybridized with an Arquand Gazelle cooked to juicy perfection with Akitonian Pink salt and some Iji water citrus sauce. Perfection, expensive, but perfection!"
I am the Guardian of this Sanctuary, but I ask again ... why are you here?
He then looks over at Seggas. I walk the Dreamscape ... I sense you have been to a lashuntan run restaurant. Yes. I know it well. Such delicious dreams. I may need to visit the dreams of that chef again
"Why are we here, that is the question isn't it. Morvruul, tell the dragon why we are here."
"Yes, well, it is about time that you recognize my leadership!" Morvruul rebukes Cha'mon Cha'mon before making his way into the chamber to address the dragon.
"Officially, this party of Starfinders has been sent here on behalf of the Dreamers to investigate the status of some dreaming devices." Morvruul leans towards the creature and whispers, "But, then, as a nightmare dragon and natural enemy of the Dreamers, I suspect you would not wish us to complete such a task. But, then, your presence here would suggest that you may be powerless to stop us--most likely imprisoned here against your will, no?"
"I may carry a Starfinder membership card, but I assure you that I am first--and foremost--a merchant. I see to it that you are freed from this apparent prison and, in exchange, you will allow me to take the Dreamer's device, which I will sell only to the highest-bidder rather than provide to those ever-sleeping fools. What say you?"
"And if you eliminate the damai while you make good your escape, I'd be willing to throw in a little something extra," the witchwyrd offers.
Bluff?:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19
F Lashunta Technomancer (3), Operative (1) | HP:25/25 SP:21/21 RP:3/5 | EAC:14 KAC:14 BAB:+2 INIT:+1 PER:+8 | F+1 R+4 W+4 | 1st Lvl Spells: 0/5+1 | Living Staff, Tactical +3/1d6+4 B | Boons: Envar's Gift, Dream Whispers, High Society Influence
Watching the dialog with the dragon is certainly entertaining. Rilynn, having little else to do at the moment, snoops around. Maybe the dragon keeps a hoard of treasure somewhere nearby.
Female N android death touched operative 6 | SP 43/48 HP 40/40 | RP 8/8 | EAC 21; KAC 21 | Fort +7*^; Ref +10`; Will +6* | Init: +7 | Perc: +13 | low-light vision; darkvision | Speed 40ft; 30 ft Fly | PRR: 8 | SAP: 20 | TRP: 21 | CF: 4/10 | HC: 1/1 | Active conditions: none
If Twila-5 can take a move action during all this:
If Sturmvanger tries to get through that doorway and gets stuck, we're all hosed. As all this chatter is going on, Twila-5 scouts the area for another way into the chamber with the dragon.
Sturmvanger watches Morvruul with disbelief that slowly changes to horror. He keeps to the back of the group, shrinking in on himself in the presence of the dragon.
Seggas:
<Your *plaything* is going to get us all killed by this *awesome-wyrm* with his mindless blathering!>
Female N android death touched operative 6 | SP 43/48 HP 40/40 | RP 8/8 | EAC 21; KAC 21 | Fort +7*^; Ref +10`; Will +6* | Init: +7 | Perc: +13 | low-light vision; darkvision | Speed 40ft; 30 ft Fly | PRR: 8 | SAP: 20 | TRP: 21 | CF: 4/10 | HC: 1/1 | Active conditions: none
Done
Uh... No dice. This'll get ugly soon. Twila-5 spots a larger opening into the area from which the dragon's voice emanates. Ah. Good. No bottleneck. Uhh... RILYNN! Let everyone know that the path to the left leads into the same room. I hope she got that. No idea how it works.
To get to the vault, you need the three sandstone tablets. If you have them here, we may have a deal
"Tablets?" Morvruul parrots.
Sense Motive:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
"Funny, you should mention that for we do, indeed, happen to have a trio of freshly-recovered stone tablets that may just be what you need." The witchwyrd gestures a trio of his hands at his allies who he believes are carrying the tablets.
Rilynn finds no hoard of treasure. Upon hearing the dragon's reasonable request, she produces the artifact she took from Bogdin's office and begins to walk toward the pedestal.
"Why do I have the feeling that this isn't going to go well for us. Explain to us who you are dragon. We have the other two tablets, but you are going to have to tell us what's in the sanctuary first if you think we are going to let you get your hands on them."
If you don't plug those tablets in RIGHT NOW the dragon roars. I will TAKE them from your COLD, DEAD bodies and DO it MYSELF. This is your FINAL warning
Female N android death touched operative 6 | SP 43/48 HP 40/40 | RP 8/8 | EAC 21; KAC 21 | Fort +7*^; Ref +10`; Will +6* | Init: +7 | Perc: +13 | low-light vision; darkvision | Speed 40ft; 30 ft Fly | PRR: 8 | SAP: 20 | TRP: 21 | CF: 4/10 | HC: 1/1 | Active conditions: none
It's a threat. At that, Twila-5 grimly and swiftly moves toward the opening to the next room, stopping short so she can sneak forward the last few steps and surprise the dragon. Slipping around the wall and Cha'mon Cha'mon, she brings up her weapon and fires.
"I'm not much for conversations anyway," Cha'mon Cha'mon says as he moves around Twila-5 and fires his needler pistol at Kanavu.
Bluff (Feinting Stunt):1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24Feinting Stunt: If your stunt and strike skill check and attack roll both succeed, your target is flat-footed against your attack and all other attacks until the start of your next turn. DC = 20 + your target’s CR. Needler Pistol (Basic Inhibitor) vs. Kanavu KAC:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14If the attack hits the target takes a –2 penalty to AC for 5 rounds. Piercing Damage:1d4 ⇒ 1
"No! It's a dragon! We can't fight a dragon!" Sturmvanger declares.
Nonetheless, the creature seems intent on killing them and he can't let his companions die. He has history with Cha'mon and Morvruul and with Twila-5's previous iteration. And he'd much rather die than loose another bond partner.
His bone blade locks into place with a slight click and he swings it at the dragon, simultaneously dropping into a stance to lessen any physical damage done to him.
<It's a dragon, we're all going to die! It's a dragon, we're all going to die! It's a dragon, we're all going to die! It's a dragon, we're all going to die!>
Using a move action to activate my Battlemaster Fighting style to get DR1/- for 4 rounds.
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1) Player name: Warah
2) Character name: Twila-5
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Hello Sturmvanger! Twila-4, who was in "Cries from the Drift" with you, was Twila-5's predecessor. It'll be interesting to see how that plays out between them.
Hello Sturmvanger! Twila-4, who was in "Cries from the Drift" with you, was Twila-5's predecessor. It'll be interesting to see how that plays out between them.
I knew I recognized the name.
That was the one where my former bonded partner died.
