Arboreal Blightborn's page

I certainly don't have the skill points for anything like that!

Thank you so much for running!

Arboreal tries to crawl their way behind a shelf to reach some plugs that have been disconnected from their outlets.

Acrobatics to aid: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Arboreal being fully inept with machinery stares at the computerized dials, confused. "Well... at least I can clear up some of this stuff in the way of the machines. Give Bordle better access to these levers..."

The begin hauling the long neglected containers of parts from the area.

Athletics to aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

"Yes! That's the thing, we're from somewhere much farther than your neighboring lands. We're travelers, after all."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Arboreal, newly enthused by their experiences horse riding decides to try out a go at the archery range. They have never used such an archaic weapon but being always a bit slow on the uptake with technology does make them more appealing.

Archery Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Then to round out they day they try a bout of fencing.

Fencing Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Despite their usual anxiousness around ornery herbivorous creatures Arboreal does seem interested in the horses and gets talked into attempting to ride one and takes to it better than expected.

"Well... might as well try this water balancing course, Grazey and I seem to be getting along well at the moment, anyway. You won't get hungry or anything, right Grazey? Let's go."

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Arboreal stares over at the horses, having never seen such a creature outside of old documents. Usually they are weary of animals, since so many of them tend to be, well, bitey towards the ghoran. But they do have a deep curiosity towards the creatures so when offered the chance to ride one they hesitate but agree to try it out.

"Alright there, horse. You seem pretty cool so just don't try to eat me and we'll have a great time together, okay?"

Arboreal excitedly takes a look around. They make a show of responding back to every greeting as they wander through the festival and try to get a feel for the people around, making sure to ask for the run down of the booths as they go by. They are careful not to make much real physical contact with the people though, to make sure not to draw any attention to the Myrrium's illusions of their form.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5

Arboreal stares down at the scene in awe. "What do you all think of this? It's a festival of some sort? Let's go check it out, it looks fun!"

No Culture here, sadly.

Arboreal steps out into the scene. They look like a human with long dreads replacing their usual vine "hair" but to keep true to their plant-like heritage a flower crown seems to have been placed on top of their head. Their outfit does seem a better fit than the previous, however. A pair of short capri pants cover their legs and they are wearing a well worn chest plate armor piece made of leather as well as a hefty pair of gloves.

"I'm a human? Hmmmmm.... not sure how to feel about that. Though I do like that the Myrrium thing didn't give me shoes. Oh if only armor didn't require us to wear boots I'd run around like this all the time!"

Mysticism: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Arboreal, still being accustomed to just living unperturbed in the forest, has spent their time between missions trying to understand how apartments and rentals work in Absalom Station to little avail. The Starfinders have finally stepped in and gotten them to sign on for a small studio in which they stay, but even so most of their off time is spent in Jatembe park taking walks and exploring until someone informs them they need to go home for the evening.

"Well, I'm not a rock but I'm sturdy like a nicely aged tree. I can see what happens. Hopefully it doesn't send me through a portal or something. Stand back!"

The ghoran waits a few beats for the rest of the group to step away before rushing forward and jumping on the pressure plate.

Who needs stamina points? Certainly not me!

I don't actually know if any of us have Engineering. I remember that being a thing we noticed when planning for the SSC.

I don't mind going up to it and just taking the damage, honestly, but I don't know if that would let us still see the sign though.

"You're all telling me this is Castrovel? Huh... never thought my first trip there would be under... circumstances like this. This is pretty dire straights for the planet."

I can keep going as well!

"Bugs like you need to be squashed!" Arboreal says as they try to squash Yellow beneath their foot.

Entropic Strike vs Yellow's EAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Arboreal shakes the last bit of sand from their face, eyes itchy with dryness, but ultimately able to see again. "Ah! Jyskos you have a bug on you! Okay hold still I'm gonna squish it!"

Entropic Strike vs Red's EAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Bludgeoning Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Oh dang! Crit damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

They also move around to the other side of Yellow after the hit.

"Oh man I have sand in my eyes and I can't even cry it out of them in all this dryness. What bugs? What is happening?"

I don't really have a good way of seeking out the bugs while blind since none of them are attached to me and I didn't even see them appear so Arboreal just spends their turn trying to clear all the sand from their face.

I kind of assume Arboreal was towards the front since they were handling the heat the best but I also put myself next to Zamba since I was trying to pass them some water.

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"What's going on? Why is the sand exploding?"

Arboreal passes their water bottle to the Ijtikri. "Yeah... I feel like I'm going to shrivel up at this rate. And I'm supposed to like the sun but this is overdoing it even for me."

Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3
Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Though despite their complaints their partially fermenting state manages to keep them from being burned too hard. Instead Arboreal's fermenting wine-like scent swirls ever stronger around them in the desert heat.

"I like a good sun bath as much as the next Ghoran but I don't think I'm really made for this dryness. I can't retain my water like a cactus can. We better get out of here before my vines start sprouting raisins."

Arboreal pulls a heavy plastic bottle from their pack and takes a very large drink before following Bordle off towards the ruins.

Joining the no Culture or Life Science Club here!

"I wonder where we are this time..."

Arboreal takes a look around, trying to see if they can catch any signs of life or a direction to go.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Arboreal nods in a panic and places their empty hand on the key, the other still lightly gripping their pistol. "Back to Venture Captain Hilo then?"

They keep their eyes on the robots, making sure they don't make a move while Arboreal's back is turned.

I wasn't even sure we could leave my character just doesn't like robots too much and once they heard we wanted not to hand the key over figured it was worth trying to make sure they didn't get it. If people would rather fight them to ensure that I'm not opposed to that option either.

"Should we leave?" Arboreal whispers to Bordle. "Do you think they would let us? Because you're right we can't give them that key you have.

Arboreal moves to start backing away from the security drones, cautiously. Hoping that they can make their way out of the area without violence first.

Arboreal stares at the robots. "Okay Arboreal, don't let them get to you... You don't trust robots but try not to do anything rash this time..."

They hold their gun out and make like they're about to drop it to the ground, but hesitate and look back and forth at the other members of the group for guidance.

"Huh. So does that mean no one ever would make it to my home planet in this universe? That's interesting. I hope I don't scare anyone too much here then."

"Thasteron... is there something I should know about that?" Arboreal shrugs and stares back at the ground.

No Culture here, sadly!

Arboreal stares down at the floor trying to ignore all the advertisements at they go. "Oooh I'm this close to punching one the things as well. Who would want to buy any of this stuff?

"Is there any way we could get off this crazy cloud? I think I'd rather brave an arid desert at this point than this..."

Arboreal stares blankly at the robot. "VRI... Nope. Never heard of it." They shrug. "I don't know anything about robot stuff, sorry 'Robot-Waiter'."

Arboreal stares over at Bordle "Oh um... it's not a big deal. I just haven't lived outside of the wilderness for long. All these odd urban formality customs I haven't grown to enjoy thus far. But... I guess I can give this artifact credit that it didn't make me wear a stiff jacket and like a shirt with buttons or something.

But they blink in confusion when Jyskos mentions Akitonian. "Correct me if I'm wrong, I only recently started living in the Pact Worlds but... Akiton is supposed to a be a wild sandy planet, right? This is obviously a city! Maybe this person is trying to relocate here or something?"

Arboreal looks down at his clothing and frowns. "I... don't think I've ever worn anything this formal. I've never been invited to a formal event. I lived in the forest for most of my life, after all."

They are dressed in a thick brown tunic with golden trims and a pair of stylish black pants with a snug fit. A number of the vines on their head are tied back into a low ponytail so that none of it hangs in front of their face any longer.

"Uggghhh," They groan. "I hate this."

Arboreal jerks forward as the ship starts moving again, briefly falling out of their seat. "Aah! Okay, I uhhh I guess he's just going to start shooting again. Well then let's see what I can do here..."

They right themself back in the chair and manually aim the coilgun again.

"I'm going to do my best to keep them from boarding. Don't let us get exploded though, please!"

Arboreal stares over at the strange man.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10

But they shrug, reading people has never been their strong point. And they are pretty outnumbered. "Umm... so what's the plan?" They say as they turn back to the rest of the group.

Arboreal grins with glee, seeing how effective that last shot was. "Oh this is exciting! I shouldn't have doubted my starship 101 class, after all. Let's try again!"

I totally understand! It's been a very long few days for myself as well. Take the time you need and please take care of yourself!

Arboreal throws on a headset which they can barely get to stay on over all the vines on their head. They nervously stare at the complex array of buttons and the calculations on the screen. "I've never been good at technology. But if this is just like our Starfinder training I can always use that one alternative fire method they taught me!"

They open up a panel on the far right side with a manual joystick toggle aim. After following the gun's sight on the screen they make a slight grin and slam the fire button with their thumb. "This is more like it!"

I don't think any of us have Engineering trained just based on our starship combat skill options. I sadly don't have any interesting ideas on inspecting the tech, myself.

"I'm afraid that confirms what I've heard too. I talked to some people around and learned no one can even fathom the idea of an independent Pact Worlds like our universe has. And they believe they're better off this way with the Veskarium protecting them from the Azlanti.

They pause for a moment and tense, involuntarily. "Suddenly, I'm not sure I like this mission anymore..."

Diplomacy is the only skill of these I'm trained in and I assume Bordle probably got that last bit of info with that so Arboreal will hang back and sulk for a bit here.

Arboreal takes a walk around and tries to see if anyone else is willing to divulge some information.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Arboreal ponders this idea for a moment. "Huh... well that's certainly different, I think. So does that mean here we're supposed to be members of the military?"

They quickly search through their gear, checking to see if any of the rest of their gear has changed to support this new possible profession.

Arboreal looks down at their new outfit. "Well uhhh... I guess that's one way to clean off the grass stains."

They shrug, they're too unfamiliar with the cultural norms of the Pact Worlds to really notice anything of significance beyond that.

Oh hey! I think that was me that ran it last night, too. Hello again.

Yeah I also got our table to actually make so I'll hang back when needed as well. (Shouldn't be hard, Arboreal is an 8 int punchy type, after all.)

No starship boons here. But with 2 gunners I'd go personally put in my vote for the Drake and its extra turret.

Those look good to me! I agree that's a good idea to have both officers with our lack of Engineering.

Arboreal stands wide-eyed for a moment.
"I'll be honest, I don't think I understood most of what you said. But if it's safe and well intentioned then okay. I guess it could be fun, after all I think I was put on this mission since I haven't seen a lot outside of this station and the forests back on Ghorus Prime yet. So it'll be a good test of my nerves, at least."

+7 Acrobatics (Chief Mate)
+5 Diplomacy (Captain)
+6 Mysticism (Magic Officer)
+4 Gunnery (1 BAB, 3 dex)

Jyskos is probably going to be our best pilot so after him I'm GUESSING I'll probably be our best Gunner.

Arboreal stares at the Myrrium, somewhat dumbstruck. "Um, I don't really understand technology very well. Are you sure traveling through this thing is safe? I know danger is inevitable in this particular profession but I'm not going to end up like torn apart and shredded into a perfect salad, right?

"I'm doing the morbid death and destruction thing again, aren't I? Boy this blight magic really does make me negative sometimes..."

Arboreal chuckles nervously at Farsurrwag's comment before turning back to the manager. "Sparkling rainwater sounds nice! I've never been to Castrovel but hearing that means I should probably put it on my travel list!"

They pick the glass up from the counter and sidle up next to Bordle. "By the way, I can technically eat just about anything to try the taste but really what I need for energy is sunlight. Or well, I guess a UV light does in a pinch, too. This station is a lot more... covered than back home."

A tall Ghoran covered in splotches of purple trots in to Posh Kettle Tea. The scent of a tastefully aged wine follows them as they move, and wafts into the noses of each of the nearby Starfinders. The vines coming off their head hang in a particularly disheveled manner, and their clothing looks dirty and covered in grass stains as if the ghoran had been sleeping the park recently.

"Oh, um, hello. My name's Arboreal, though some also called me the 'Blightborn Ghoran'. Don't mind the rot, it's perfectly normal for me. I was living in a forest back on Ghorus Prime and nearly lost my life to some unusual blight that apparently the Starfinders prevented. So I thought I'd give them a visit to thank them and they took me in to study what happened to me and started sending me and told me I could repay them all by helping out on these missions. I'm not really used to urban life yet so I'm glad to have you folk along to help me understand everything!

The Ghoran stares for a while at the tea some of the others seem to be drinking before deciding to shake their head and just sit without making an order. "I still haven't gotten used to tea. Just looking at those leaves scalding in hot water makes me nervous..."