[SFS] 5-12 Envar's Expeditions (Inactive)

Game Master Kludde

will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Bad dogs. BAD DOGS!

Celestia looks enraged at the Hellknight being used as a chew toy. She bares her teeth, hisses and Mind Thrusts one of the offending hounds (Yellow).

mt: 4d10 ⇒ (3, 10, 5, 2) = 20 DC 15 will for half.

Lifft lines up a shot... perfectly...

Miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 2

...with the shadow of the creature.

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Celly feels the best way to deal with the hounds is to mush their brains, which she nearly manages.

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Tarrakk
Celestia
Lifft
Delea
Tanila
K'ssatak-Sul (prone)
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Enemy - Blue (45)
Enemy - Yellow
Enemy - Red
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Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 [+2 vs enchantments]

that’s juuust enough with the +2

Wow! It works!

You will not break the will of the Knight of Hell, spawns of night! I am Darkness, I am Vengeance, I am a K'ssatak-Sul. It rises back to its paws and continues to chop with a fiery glaive.

Solar Weapon: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 231d6 + 10 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 1 + 1 = 13 - photon mode | vs KAC | vs any wounded
Attune: Graviton 0 | Photon 2

Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Using Delea's Campaign service coin reroll which gives a +1
Will: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 1 = 25
Tanila casts magic missile as a full action. All three missiles on blue.
Damage: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 3, 1) + 3 = 11

K'ssatak-Sul brings the fury of the Hellknight to the hellish creature, and cuts at the creature with a bright sword. Tanila creates three flashes of bright energy that slam into the creature, bringing it howl with a howl.

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Tarrakk
Celestia
Lifft
Delea
Tanila
K'ssatak-Sul (prone)
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Enemy - Blue (DOWN)
Enemy - Yellow
Enemy - Red
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Can somebody post an action for Delea, please?

Delea concentrates on the alien dogs and lets them know that alien minds are not welcome here.
mind thrust will C16 vs yellow: 4d10 ⇒ (5, 6, 7, 4) = 22 save for half

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Delea wreaks havoc on the brain of the dark creature. The remaining hound-like creature keeps up its assault on K'ssatak-Sul, while the other closes in for a snack as well.

Bite, KSS: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 221d6 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Bite, KSS: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 201d6 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

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Tarrakk
Celestia
Lifft
Delea
Tanila
K'ssatak-Sul
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Enemy - Blue (DOWN)
Enemy - Yellow (22)
Enemy - Red
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Celestia tosses another Mind Thrust at Yellow.
mt: 4d10 ⇒ (2, 1, 10, 1) = 14 DC 15 Will

Tarrakk calmly takes aim at Yellow (unless the mind thrust dropped him).

Trick Attack: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (18) + 22 = 40 vs a DC of 20 + target's CR*1.5
Diasporan Rifle vs EAC (hopefully flat-footed): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Diasporan Rifle damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 fire damage plus trick attack of 1d6 ⇒ 2

40 will trick an opponent of up to CR 13. If the target has cover, Tarrakk will only have -2 to hit (instead of -4) because of his sniper scope. If both the trick and the attack are successful, the target will be flat-footed until the beginning of Tarrak's next turn.

Delea sends more mental power.

mind thrust: 4d10 ⇒ (3, 8, 7, 6) = 24

Liftt eyes up the dark doggies and, checking behind for Jancrest, starts up his excavation laser. "If it can blast rocks, it can blast dogs."

Target is yellow if still up, otherwise red

attack vs EAC: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 11 - 4 = 18
miss: 1d100 ⇒ 32
F damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

attack vs EAC: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 11 - 4 = 18
miss: 1d100 ⇒ 34
F damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

K'ssatak-Sul takes a step so as not to hurt his allies with a flash of hellfire, which is about to break out of the runes on his mask, burning unbearably. BURN IN HELL.

Solar Blast!!: 6d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 6, 4, 4, 5, 6) + 1 = 28 - DC16 Ref

Will save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Will save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Reflex save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Reflex save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Celly and Delea create some psychological hazards that would not be out of place in an AbadarCorp office, while Tarrakk adds injury to injury by also phsycially shooting the dark creature. Lifft takes down one of the hounds before K'ssatak-Sul brightly lights up the desert with a burst of photons, leading to severe burns to the last creature.

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Tarrakk
Celestia
Lifft
Delea
Tanila
K'ssatak-Sul
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Enemy - Blue (DOWN)
Enemy - Yellow (DOWN)
Enemy - Red (28)
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Anyone need healing yet or shall I continue to fry their minds?

Tarrakk nods in appreciation at Celly.

"I'm not injured so far."

"I'm fine"
Tanila fires a shot from her static arc rifle at red.
attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
damage: 1d12 ⇒ 1

Tanila just barely misses the last hound, who doesn't seem to want to move back to hell just yet.

Bite, KSS: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 171d6 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

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Tarrakk
Celestia
Lifft
Delea
Tanila
K'ssatak-Sul
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Enemy - Blue (DOWN)
Enemy - Yellow (DOWN)
Enemy - Red (28)
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delaying to let those who are not using limited resources attack first...

Tarrakk aims a shot at the last opponent.

Trick Attack: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (12) + 22 = 34 vs a DC of 20 + target's CR*1.5
Diasporan Rifle vs EAC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Diasporan Rifle damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 fire damage plus trick attack of 1d6 ⇒ 6

That will trick up to CR 9. -2 to the attack if cover applies. If the trick and attack both succeed, the target will be flat-footed.

Liftt also lines up the last dog with his mining laser. After an hesitant start, he seems to be getting quite into the experience.

laser vs EAC: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 11 - 4 = 12
miss: 1d100 ⇒ 25
damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
laser vs EAC: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 11 - 4 = 14
miss: 1d100 ⇒ 50
damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

"Zap! Pow!"

Miss, Tarrakk: 1d100 ⇒ 53

Tarrakk manages to be shifty to the shadowy creature, and lands a shot that is both accurate and catches the last hound completely off-guard. Lifft fares a lot worse, shooting shadows but hitting nothing of substance.

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Tarrakk
Celestia
Lifft
Delea
Tanila
K'ssatak-Sul
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Enemy - Blue (DOWN)
Enemy - Yellow (DOWN)
Enemy - Red (46)
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K'ssatuk-Sul? What about you?

She also delays to see if another mind blast is needed.

"I have this, I have this!" comes the excited shriek from Liftt, as more erratically aimed blasts threaten the luckily already desolate countryside.

attack vs EAC: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 11 - 4 = 20
miss: 1d100 ⇒ 99
damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
attack vs EAC: 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 11 - 4 = 19
miss: 1d100 ⇒ 71
damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

"See!" he adds, as two blasts seem a little more on target than his other recent efforts.

Lifft has it. With a combination of determination and excitement, two well-aimed shots splatter the last hound over the desert rocks.

Combat over

The portal's crackling falls silent for a moment, leaving only the sound of the rustling night wind and the everlasting darkness of the eternal night on this planet, the burnt-out husk of the brown dwarf star barely visible in the night sky.

Not far from the portal, the group manages to retrieve Envar's data tag, but no sign of Envar himself. The data tag contains a holographics recording:

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A lashunta man sweeps a bow to the camera recording the hologram, tossing his pink hair as he straightens up. “Hello hey, Envies and fortunate new viewers! I’m here to give you an advance first look at an upcoming episode of Envar’s Expeditions, straight from sunless Nemenar. Being shrouded in darkness hasn’t dampened its nightlife—but as your intrepid host, I’ll be showing off something a little more unique! Ever seen a portal to the Shadow Plane? You can on my channel, coming soon!”
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Looks like Envar is in one of the other locations. Where do you want to head out to next?

Celestia does what healing is required before heading back to the ship.

Liftt looks around, almost as if he is hoping for something else to shoot. Jancrest gives him a disapproving look.

"See" she says to Celly.
"Stress. It's not good for him. I wonder if he is really cut out to be a Starfinder at all."

The group heads back to the ship, heads back off into space and sets course for the next planet...

List of locations: any preference, or shall I just set up the next on the list?

As long as he is in the right team that can support him and ... erm ... cover any deficiencies, then, in my personal opinion, I believe he'll be okay She paused for a bit. Still, there must be some sort of stress relief ... does he have any hobbies? Forms of relaxation? That sort of thing? I know I do to relieve my stress but I'm fairly sure what works for me may not necessary work for him.

On the way to the next planet, she experiments with lighting to replicate the light, or lack of it, on Nemenar, in order to get the best effect out of her new swimsuit while working on a new dance. She also relaxes in water to relieve her own stress.

"Perhaps Pakahand?" suggests Jancrest.
"A world of illusion might be just the sort of place he could unwind... or give me some ideas about what might work on him.."

She does have a bit of a pensive look on her face as she considers ways to help the slightly nervous shirren relax.

Pakahand? I'm not sure I'm familiar with that world. Oh ... Pakahano. And it's on Envar's list. Sure ... why not?

Delea agrees.

Pakahano... a quick search on the infosphere yields a special travel brochure for Pakahano:

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Pack your bathing suit and your UV blocker, because the tropical world of Pakahano await you. Relax at one of our mega-resorts, take part in fun activities or marvel at the wonders of the City of Veils. A special feature by our subsidiary Urbomancy Inc., you can select from a variety of custom-built experiences including the Quaint Villa, the Bustling Industrialist, and the Urban Chic, where you can shape your city to your heart's desire. Looking for something more down to earth? The numerous vulcano tours on the planet will leave you closer to earth than imaginable!
--- AC-Travel brochure

Radaszam's coordinates lead to an island in the Tarpak megaocean, containing a small spaceport and tourist town. Once landed, it's not too hard to get a reading on the approximate data tag coordinates... which looks to be in the caldera of a nearby volcanic island too small and unstable to land a starship on.

Diplomacy to gather info on the island

Swimsuit .... cool ... I'll be in for that. Doesn't say anything about diving spots though.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22

Celly moves around several tourist traps, until a disinterested tout hands her a flyer and tells her to Cook off!. It isn't meant as a profanity at all. On the contrary, once she looks at the flyer, it looks like the caldera is home to the weekly 'Grand Caldera Cook-Off', and event that no doubt attracted the likes of Envar.

For starters, contestants are flown in by enercopter and air-dropped over the caldera for a flashy entrance and a chance to show off any acrobatic zero-gravity skills.

Acrobatics to impress the jury while jumping out

Free parachutes provided to those without wings.

Banners reading “The Grand Caldera Cook-Off” in numerous languages flutter over a cauldron-like hollow in the mountain peak forming this island. The bubbling glow of the lava within the hollow illuminates the walkways built atop it, spiraling down to a platform holding four cook stations. As the contestants land on the platform, a grinning summerborn ryphorian standing before a camera gestures exuberantly.

“And here are our contestants! I, Viktaria, will be your host for this culinary journey, and our judges are eager to see what our contestants whip up. So, without further ado… let’s get cooking! Your recipe today is…” They pause for effect.

Flash-fried...

...wait for it...

... a little more...

..Pterosaur wings!

The crowd erupts in a roar!

Lightly battered pterosaur wings! Who doesn't enjoy these on a sweltering summer day? I can tell, every day in this caldera is sweltering! But as we say... if you can't stand the heat... Viktaria works up the crowd...

Get out of the caldera! the crowd responds

Our contestant are given these pterosaur wings, hand-prepare the batter and pick out the bones themselves. Do you think they can flash-fry the wings without charring them?

I need a Sleight of Hand check to whisk the batter, which is a precision task. The bones are many and tiny, finding them all requires a perception check

Jancrest looks around the island town with approval.

"This, this should do nicely. Relaxing, topical beach. Liftt... you are here to relax!" Liftt looks around, sighs and does what he is told, finding a beach bar to relax in.

Jancrest makes small talk with the people in the bar while keeping a careful eye on him.

diplomacy(aid): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

"Any famous people come this way recently?" she asks.

Celestia sighs. So much for freediving. She is wearing only that new bikini when she finds Lifft and Jancest in the tiki bar.

Ah ... hate to burst your bubble guys but ... it looks like Envar went to a cooking competition in a live volcano.

She waves the flier in their face.

"Oh... says Liftt. So, we joining in the competition?"
Jancrest looks... less than enthralled about jumping out of a perfectly good enercoptor over the top of a live volcano. "You are supposed to be having a stress reducing time.." she says, her own stress levels starting to peak.

"But... but... this is fun?" he kind of asks and kind of says.
"Though I do agree on principle that aircraft should be landed not jumped out of."

"But... mission... you know. We have to find Envar. And he will be down there."

Liftt jumps.
acrobatics: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30

Liftt shows off some unexpectedly acrobatic maneuvers as he summersaults down, opening his shoot at only the last second. Jancrest seems distraught. "Why do I do this to myself?"

"Mixing the batter? Sure can!" says the excited and now hyper-focused Liftt. "Pass the ingredients!"
sleight: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

When it comes to picking out the bones, the shirren seems... less keen than many others. "But they add crunch!"

perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Not sure if this is an individual style challenge or a group one, but putting all the posts in, just in case. If it is group the only one he is likely to try leading is the parachute drop

Tarrakk tries to make a graceful dive.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24

...and attempts to find the bones.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

Celestia just sighs and puts her clearweave armour over her new bikini. If the folks below wanted a show then ... by Hylax, they're going to get one. It's a pity she hadn't found any artificial angel wings to wear yet to make the descent even 20 percent cooler.

Still, zero Gee dance is fairly similar to underwater dance, so she thinks, and she can do that with her hands tied behind her back .... so...

profession(exotic dancer): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

((T-Shirt rerolling that otherwise Celly will be SO embarrassed))

profession(exotic dancer): 1d20 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 12 + 4 = 17

She just grins at Jancrest while trying to pull off maneuvers.

Cause it's fun? Pop over to my place when we get back and I'll show you a few moves. Or catch my act at the Starlight Club

After discovering it's not as easy as she thought, and resolving to get pointers off her tiefling housemate, she then suddenly relises she's also plummeting towards the ground and pulls the ripcord in a burst of anxiety. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea she thinks as she gently descends while her heartrate goes back to near normal. If anyone asks, all she's going to say is .... I meant to do that.

She also knows she isn't that good a cook ... which is why she's always getting takeout from Mama Fats. Still, how hard can picking out bones be?

perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35

acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Tanila is a bit too distracted by Celly's performance to do well.
After detangling her parachute from a tree, she nervously approaches Celly.
"I er, I don't suppose you take female clients, do you?"

Sleight of hand: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Celestia is a little surprised by Tanila's question.

In my role as a councellor, I don't discriminate she replies but I suspect that it is not that you are asking about

Her voice drops to a near whisper as she smiles.

At the club, we don't take on clients as such unless we choose to, but if I was to, yes, they would be female. Maybe this is something we should discuss on the ship.

Tanila and Lifft work on the batter, which is turns out to be surprisingly tricky: it's hard to get the right substance while the ground is trembling with volcanic activity. You're going to need some aid anothers to pull this off

Aah, looks like the contestants batters are coming along nicely! We like it nice and consistent don't we? Viktaria works up the crowd Let's have look what we have here... oh my, this needs a few more whisks, it seems!

Tarrakk and Celly do a great job picking out all the bones from the wing, even the teeny-tiny ones.

Let's who of the contestant still has a bone to pick! Well, looks like our contestant here sure knows how to clean up!

For the moment supreme of cooking, the head cook (please appoint one) should flash-fry the wing over the volcanic ashes using special asbestos gloves.

I need a lead reflex save from the lead cook, plus aid another from the rest of the group

"T'Tarrakk" stammers Liftt.

"You looked g'good... in the air... Perhaps, maybe.. you could do the frying?"

Tanila smiles slightly.
Yeah, let's not discuss this in front of the cameras."
reflex aid: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

ref aid: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Tarrakk, distracted by the ladies' banter, is doubly surprised when Lifft nominates him as lead chef.

"This is not what I was trained for, but I'll try."

Reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20