Game Master S's "A Festive Operation" [Tier 3-6] (Inactive)

Game Master Chris Marsh

Seeing the projected prankster and the flickering, float flasher, Sir Feighnswelle springs into action, flopping towards the projector.

"Lights out!" he cries as he brings a tusk to bear against the menacing machine.
Melee (tusk): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Damage (P): 1d3 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Ysh'yaal thinks this is some kind of glitching, living hologram. And therefore a construct, but only enough to just barely ID it. With a quick spell the technomancer prepares for a fight!

Sir Feighnswelle cracks the projector's case with a light hit of the tusk!

Round 1:
Zoey: Go
Sir Feighnswelle: Hit
Ysh'yaal: Cast and move
Hostiles: TBD
Kaath: TBD

The small girl has no other option than to take up her AC-21 guided laser plasma rifle (with pink glitters!) and aim the business end at the jester.

Sniper gun: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 121d8 ⇒ 1

It's a bit close to line up the scope, though...

Zoey misses by a fair bit as her shot thankfully doesn't hit any bystanders.

The projector keeps the hologram going, and the hologram seems quite corporeal. The projector sends it at Sir Feighnswelle and ALSO launches a firework at him!

Firework: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30 for DMG: 2d3 + 3 ⇒ (2, 2) + 3 = 7 and sets him on fire! 1d6 Burn
Holographic Fist: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15 MISS

Round 1:
Zoey: Miss
Sir Feighnswelle (SP: 33/40 Burn 1d6): Hit
Ysh'yaal: Cast and move
Hostiles: ATK
Kaath: Go

Fire! Again! Zoey shouts, Does anyone have a fire extinguisher?

”No - I had not brought one. The Cosmos did not share that fire was a recurring event.“

Kaath activates his solar weapon and rushes the projection

solar holy elec crystal weapon: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 for bludgeon: 1d6 + 5 + 1d2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + (1) = 10 holy/elec/stun

The one who DOES have an extinguisher is also the one who's on fire!

Kaath's manifested weapon misses in the chaos.

Round 2:
Zoey: Go
Sir Feighnswelle (SP: 33/40 Burn 1d6): Go
Ysh'yaal: go
Hostiles: TBD
Kaath: TBD

Ysh' moves to flank with Sir Feighnswelle and strikes.

YAR!

Junksword (analog, reach, block) vs KAC: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Damages, S&B: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14 Ysh' gains +1 AC if the attack hits

Zoey's sneakers move her into a better position, and she aims her sniper rifle again

Sniper, at projector: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 241d8 ⇒ 4
More damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Ooh, ooh, I think I hit it!

Zoey's shot is dead on target! Smoke begins to sizzle a bit from the projector's housing.

Ysh' strikes the hologram, though the spell blade largely passes through the hologram, it does cause some disruption.

Round 2:
Zoey: Crit
Sir Feighnswelle (SP: 33/40 Burn 1d6): Go
Ysh'yaal: Hit (+1 AC)
Hostiles: TBD
Kaath: TBD

Sorry for the delay
Burn: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Sir Feighnswelle is displeased as his flesh begins to sizzle. He retrieves his extinguisher and puts himself out.

Sir Feighnswelle continues to get a LOT of mileage out of his fire extinguisher!

The projector pushes the hologram forward, making it punch at the large morlamaw: Slam: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25 for DMG: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

It then launches a revenge firework at Zoey!
ATK: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29 for DMG: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Round 2:
Zoey (SP: 12/18): Crit
Sir Feighnswelle (SP: 31/40 Burn 1d6): Extinguish
Ysh'yaal: Hit (+1 AC)
Hostiles: ATK
Kaath: Go

Kaath swings again

solar holy elec crystal weapon: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 for bludgeon: 1d6 + 5 + 1d2 ⇒ (1) + 5 + (2) = 8 holy/elec/stun

with same poor response

The cosmos denies Kaath, whose concentration seems askew.

Round 2:
Zoey (SP: 12/18): Go
Sir Feighnswele (SP: 31/40): Go
Ysh'yaal: Go (+1 AC)
Hostiles: TBD
Kaath: TBD

His scorched hide somewhat soothed, Sir Feighnswelle turns his fighting flippers toward his foe.
Entropic strike
Melee entropic strike v hologram: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Damage, 1 EP (A & B): 1d4 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 4 = 15

The strike hits the hologram with a lot of entropic force!

Round 2:
Zoey (SP: 12/18): Go
Sir Feighnswele (SP: 31/40): Hit
Ysh'yaal: Go (+1 AC)
Hostiles: TBD
Kaath: TBD

Ysh’ being well placed decides to strike twice at the hologram.

YAR!

scrap blade #1 vs KAC FF: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 7 - 4 = 9
Damages, S&B: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
scrap blade #2 vs KAC FF: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 7 - 4 = 23
Damages, S&B: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

crit Damages: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Ouch! I like sparkles and glitters, but this is but too much for me...

Snipe, projector: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 151d8 ⇒ 2

Zoey takes a pot shot at the projector, while shouting The projector is directing the hologram! Shut it down!

Get'em: +1 to attack vs projector

SP 12/18

Ysh' strikes HARD on the follow up. The hologram is somewhat resistant to physical weapons, even if magic, but still, the hit is noticeable!

Zoey's shot is off the mark though.

the malfunctioning projector continues its course of action, directing the hologram and firing off some fireworks:
Hologram v. Sir F.: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22 for DMG: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Firework v. Zoey: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18 for DMG: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Round 2:
Get'em: +1 to attack vs projector
Zoey (SP: 127swele (SP: 24/40): Hit
Ysh'yaal: Go (+1 AC)
Hostiles: ATK
Kaath: Go

Round 2:
Get'em: +1 to attack vs projector
Zoey (SP: 7/18): Go
Sir Feighnswele (SP: 24/40): Go
Ysh'yaal: Go (+1 AC)
Hostiles: TBD
Kaath: TBD

Sir Feighnswelle turns to his tusks in an effort to "switch off" the emitted evil-doer.
Melee (tusk) full-attack: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 6 - 4 = 14
Damage (P): 1d3 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Melee (tusk) full-attack: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 6 - 4 = 16
Damage (P): 1d3 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Kaath does likewise and tries to score a hit … but only marginally improves his aim

solar holy elec crystal weapon: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 for bludgeon: 1d6 + 5 + 1d2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + (1) = 10 holy/elec/stun

Zoey sends back her own fireworks at the projector

Snipe: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 1 = 141d8 ⇒ 7

Seriously, guys! Focus on the projector!

Another get'em

Being next to the projecor, Ysh' starts striking it.

Junksword vs KAC + Get'Em: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 7 - 4 = 16
Damages, S&B: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
Junksword vs KAC + Get'Em: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 7 - 4 = 6
Damages, S&B: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Kaath is off target, but with encouragement, Zooey scores a hit a moment before Ysh does the same.

Sir Feighnswelle pounds on the solid hologram, but as soon as the junksword connects the projector fizzles out and with it the hologram!

Heads poke back into the room once the shooting stops; Yichen's the first among them. "Is.... is it safe?"

Ysh' climbs on the floats and looks at the destroyed projector to understand what happened.

Engineering/Computer (+4 with tools, +1 if computer is used): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Everything's fine! I guess...

Ysh looks about... and comes to the conclusion that someone who had NO IDEA what they were doing tried to jury rig the projector with some recovered tech, mainly a diffuse hardlight hand wrap with tactical tetrad rings! Whoever tried this clearly had no idea what they were working with. Thankfully the items seem to still function on their own.

The Jeweled Flower is a complex creation, and Yichen can’t manage it alone. T"I don't suppose you'd help in the Newspark Parade? If one of you could pilot it, I'd be most appreciative. The others can perform any task you desire, such as throwing candy to the crowd, dancing, or controlling animatronics."

You pick the skill with a cool in game explanation, and I'm all in. Just roll it. One of you must pick piloting.

Dibs! Zoey shouts when given the opportunity to pilot this thing, though dancing would be nice as well... wish my sister was here.

Pilot: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Kaath nods

”The cosmos has provided an excellent pilot just when it was needed most.“

Kaath uses his four arms to distribute candy while sharing words of cosmic encouragement to younglings

mysticism : 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

”The life cycle of stars, from their creation to the gravitational influences of their existence and their eventual destruction or inversion into black holes, represent two sides of a natural cycle of creation and destruction. “

Who's the stupid person who tries to connect a diffuse hardlight hand wrap with tactical tetrad rings! Such amateur! Thinks Ysh' who takes the two items. They will be better in my hands.

After taking them, she climbs on the float. Happy to help!

Ysh' works on the automated section of the float to give more life to it!
Engineering: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

"Tossing candy? Why not?" Sir Feignswelle shrugs. "Can't be any different from tossing an opponent or a large fish, eh?" The morlamaw gives some a toss from the float.
Athletics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

He nearly blankets an entire block with sweets.

Sorry everyone, the weekend got away from me!

Everyone on the team does a smashing job! the Jeweled Flower becomes a fan favorite. Yichen is extremely grateful for your aid, "Thank you! Thank you! I don't have a ton of credits, but you deserve a tip of the hat! Well actually, that reminds me. You can have the whole hat!" He eagerly gives you a Hat of Disguise as a tip for your help.

He eagerly gives you a Hat of Disguise as a tip for your help.

"Thank you, but I'm not actually bald. It is just that the hairs on my hide are simply very short, don't you know?" Sir Feignswelle nods as he accepts the gift.

Another week passes. During this time, the Lorespire Complex hosts a concert, two vidgame competitions, and numerous special courses, including a self-defense class hosted by former First Seeker Jadnura.

The morning after, you get pinged on your comms. It's from Camellia

You may know about this holiday already:

A moment after you finish reading, tickets show up in your inbox. you've got a chartered shuttle that leaves later that day.

You're traveling to Akiton, but there's time to shop if need be.

Culture: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

"Reunion Day?" Sir Feighnswelle notes aloud. "A repetitious celebration of the organized labour movement, perhaps?"

Culture (add +4 with Library Chip): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

When Ysh' gathers with her comrades, she explains the meaning of this holiday on Akiton.

None of that Sir Feighnswelle! This holiday promotes generosity and kinship despite economic difficulties and great distances!

You travel to Akiton via the chartered shuttle. From there, it’s a short overland trip to the Cembar homestead, located a few miles south of the Winterlands. The temperature is well below freezing, but your transportation is warm, and the journey is without incident.

The Cembar home appears tiny, but most of the building is below ground, protected from the frigid wind and kept warm by a powerful heating system.

The sounds of a gathering are audible from outside.

The sounds of a gathering are audible from outside.

Sir Feighnswelle listens, then turns to Ysh'yaal with a smug, tusky grin. "Are you certain that the event isn't related to the labour movement? Why, it sounds like they may be having some sort of organizational meeting at this very moment!"

Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Zoey's roots are on Akiton, and she can't help but suppress a genuine Akitonian To Akiton! Zin Zja Ro? Is it Reunion already? It's so hard to keep track of the days... that means I have send messages to all my family members...

She whips out her datapad and spends a surprisingly short amount of time typing what can be at most a single message.

She is very excited, though, even by Zoey standards Oooh, I wish Onny was here. She loves cabbage-on-a-stick. And brick mush salad. And leftovers-of-the-leftovers stew in a decorated shape. And red porridge. Have you ever had red porridge?

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Zoey makes sure to buy some decorative cute cookies as a gift.

Also, if we know it's the winterlands, a thick parka. The puffy kind that makes her look like a plucky balloon.

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Zoey knocks on the door and says Ann Young Shim Ka! Auntie Alora?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Kaath ponders yet again the meaning of this trip and why the Cosmos chose it now.

”We have arrived so we should at least determine the meaning of the collective.“

The door opens with verve. The party is greeted by a pair of wildly colored skittermanders who immediately introduce each other as Olive and Violet. (Confusingly Olive is purple and Violet is green... or so you think, they're talking very quickly.

With a shout they bring over the head of the house, an apron-clad shobhad named Alora.

Alora gives you a tour of the homestead and introduces her family. In the living room, Olive and Violet watch over six young ysoki—Bitts, Flutter, Grubby, Popper, Scamp, and Slicer—who fight over whose turn it is to play “Junk Race Jitters,” a popular two-player racing vidgame. In the dining room, three hykli—Becca, Cass, and Orence—bicker over how to properly set the table. Lastly, the half-elf Agner naps in the den, their pet squoxes Musa and Gator curled at their feet.

When the tour reches the kitchen, Alora shuts the door, which does little to drown out the yelling. She releases a deep breath as she struggles to retain her composure. “Well, that’s my family. The Cembars might be odd, but we chose each other, and I love them dearly. Right now, though, we’re falling apart. We lost granny earlier this year, and things have been rough ever since. Granny was the glue that held us together. Since she passed away, we’ve been lost. This is the first time we’ve all been together since the funeral. I thought Reunion would bring us together, but it’s pulling us apart. They’re all so determined to make today perfect in honor of Granny—to do everything exactly the way she would’ve done. So here I am, in an apron, with no idea what to do!”

Alora sniffs at the air. “Smells like smoke,” she remarks. Her eyes widen, and she dashes to the oven, removing a baking sheet covered in an unidentifiable charred lump. Alora’s lip quivers, then she screams, tossing the ruined meal into the sink. “I quit! I can’t focus with them bickering, and this is hard enough on its own!”

She's clearly overwhelmed and could use some calming via social skills (with rolls.)

Zoey moves around the house, brightly waving at everybody Hello Everybody, I'm bright and sparkly Zoey... but you may call me Pink if you prefer! she says with a friendly bow. ...oh, oh, grab the bonus... she remarks of the racing game, and she knows better than to get involved between bickering siblings.

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Ah Auntiee.... Zoey looks a bit distraught, and at a size disadvantage next to the shobhad... You must miss your Granny a lot.... Auntie Mool Zima...

Zoey silently hopes Alora doesn't watch any of Zo's shows, because of the atrocious cooking she once displayed there. 'in an apron with no idea what to do' sounds quite familiar to Zoey.

You've totally nailed the best part of Reunion: you are all together again. And they're even some new friends... and we are all here to help. Everything is going to be fine. she says while trying to radiate as bright a smile as she can, Gensha koya.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

What was your dear Granny like? she then adds, How was Reunion with her?

Zoey's exuberant introduction is extremely well received. Once calm, Alora explains she was given “the privilege" of preparing dinner, recreating Granny’s recipe of roast arabuk stuffed with stone-stored apelos, served on a bed of sticky rice and topped with gravy." Her attempt is the charred disaster before you.

Alora takes stock of the remaining ingredients in the house, discovering she’s out of arabuk. "Would you PLEASE go arabuk hunting? Oh, and while you’re out, if you can find some winter herbs to improve the taste, I’d appreciate it. Here, take these." She hands you an advanced shobhad horizon striker and a veteran shobhad harness.

"I'd suggest trying to dine on a plate of choice molluscs or sea cucumber, if you are looking for a more festive mood, but if you think this 'arabuk' is necessary, well? I, for one, am always up for a time of good sport!" declares Sir Feighnswelle.

"Excellent!" The shove you get out the door is one only a four-armed mother could muster.

Outside, the sun is setting, making it dim light and extreme cold.

Looking for Arabuk tracks is a Perception OR Survival roll.

So if we're out in the cold, can you tell me whether Zoey was able to buy that parka?

Oh, wow, Zoey says as she is handed the bulky sniper gun family heirloom?

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Zoey has the sniper weapon proficiency. so all we lack is a helicopter.

Yes, she could buy a parka. I should note that so long as you are wearing armor and it's not archaic, you're also protected from Extreme Cold.

Truly, at home, in her element, Zoey immediately picks up a trail. She follows it to an icy pond. Ahead everyone spies a trio of yearlings that will do nicely. They don't seem to notice, so you might be able to get pretty close.

Map updated, let me know how you want to proceed.

Kaath shivers at the thought of cold.

”By the Cosmos, the deeps of space are not this frigid! “

perception : 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Ysh' activates her amor's protection once outside, even if she's naturaly resistant to cold.

After Zoey find the tracks of the creatures, she turns to her comrades and asks What do we do? This is completely outside of my area of expertise!

"The air seems quite comfortable, if you ask me. Refreshing, actually," notes Sir Feighnswelle. "Could use a bit of salt, though."

The morlamaw artfully slides along the ice and snow covered landscape. Spying the trio ahead, he pauses. "Haven't hunted this sort of landbeast before. Their racks look impressive, likely akin to facing a bull morlamaw, I'd suppose."

"Shall we sneak up on them? Get up close and personal?" he proposes, brandishing a meaty flipper-fist. "Or simply shoot them from afar? Do we need all three or some one or more for next year's hunt?"

"I bet if I could find a good opening and slip into that pond, I'd catch them quite readily... from below!" he suggests.