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Hey everyone, sorry for dropping off the face of the bubble-city without a word. Things got rough a few weeks back and this game took the biggest hit.

Unfortunately, I think I'm going to need to withdraw from the campaign. It's been a blast, and I will miss all of you as much as I will miss Cabizo, but I can't get myself in the right headspace to play him right now - and that won't be fun for anyone else to play against. I wish you all the best, let me know if you need the Inventory spreadsheet tweaked, and best of luck finding a replacement!

Cabizo opens his eyes in wonder as the sound of ricocheting metal fills the room, then opens them even more when the bullet somehow bounces into the guard’s leg. After Jin knocks that one down, the skittermander turns his attention to the other guard at the doorway. To clear a path for the others to get in there, he reasons to himself. Yep, that’s totally why I’m not looking at the ifrits…

Skipshot Pistol vs White: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Piercing damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Cabizo hesitates at the sight of the ifrits. Gulping, he steps behind Xylian and raises the pistol Zharis left in his care. Let's try both eyes, he thinks to himself in an effort to think cheerful thoughts. Both eyes shut sounds fine. For science.

Skipshot vs Black: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Piercing damage: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 3) + 2 = 9 (Critical effect: Bleed 2)

Oh, the ID roll!

Life Science, Theme vs Suli: 1d20 + 5 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 5 = 21

Cabizo holds one of the barathu's tentacles with one of his hands while another gently pats Hani on the back. "That's the spirit! Some serenity sounds like an excellent thing to strive for. If you're struggling to find it, I would suggest taking deep breaths, drawing some circles - don't worry, I brought the pigments and paper - and maybe listening to some soothing sounds." The skittermander starts humming tunelessly, rocking back and forth and giving exaggerated inhales and exhales for the other two to follow.

No worries on the bots - rough couple of days. I guess the bright side of this encounter is that Cabizo hasn't used any spell slots yet. XD

Oh, I thought the pod got moved further away from the plant for some reason. XD So he’ll just yell encouragingly from his current location.

“There you go - right this way.” Cabizo walks over, grabs the merchant’s hand, and starts gently-but-firmly pulling him away from the still-angry plant. “I understand that there might be a lot of shock and confusion going on right now for you and a lot of stress chemicals rushing through your system, but right now the most important thing is to take a step back from the problem and take a deep, relaxing breath.”

Not really much Cabizo can do in this encounter I’m afraid. Moonflowers are usually weak to fire damage, so I was hopeful he’d be able to contribute more than just moral support. Oh well. XD

Apologies all - I am moving this weekend and will have limited availability (and energy) to post until Monday. Don't be afraid to bot Cabizo or keep things moving while I am out.

Cabizo tries the other eye this time. “Someone needs to cut that guy out of that pod before he dies,” he yells.

Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Fire damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Cabizo frowns and pulls out a pistol that has a few scarlet flame decals hand-painted on the side. “Well, the other one didn’t work, so...”

Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Fire damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Fortitude vs DC 13: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

“Hmm... What else is in here...” Cabizo happens to be looking in his pockets when the plant flashes, sparing his eyes the worst of the blinding light.

Cabizo looks down at the pistol in his hand, then back at the flower. “I don’t think it’s very flammable,” he offers, squinting one eye and then the other before pulling the trigger.

Tactical Semi-Automatic Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Piercing damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

“Oh, and someone should cut that fellow out before the flower uses him to reproduce. Try to not hurt him though!”

“I understand that plants enjoy sunlight and need it to grow, but this seems a bit odd,” Cabizo comments as he pulls yet another random pistol from his pockets. “We should ask him what he’s been feeding this plant after we finish rescuing him. And speaking of which, Zharis - I agree with you that this is a time for action and not for talking, but I can’t help but be worried after we missed our last session that this is part of a chronic behavioral pattern to leap straight into danger.”

Life Science, Theme to Identify: 1d20 + 5 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 5 = 23

Cabizo smiles as he sees the sleep aid device in the room. That’s very nice of them to think of our stress levels, he thinks to himself as he empties his overflowing pockets and starts organizing their contents by color. Once he is satisfied with the results, the skittermander packs everything back up and goes in search of Zharis’s room.

A little while later, the entire team gets a notification from their email app.

To: Mataras Research Team (group)
From: cabizoallsixveryprofessionalemail@spacemail.net
Subject: Zharis, where is your room?

Hi Zharis, it’s Cabizo! What room number was yours again? Jin was kinda grumpy when I woke him up by knocking on his door and I totally understand because sleep is very important, but your session is also very important and I’m so glad you remembered it today so I didn’t want to let you down by forgetting myself, but I think I’m going to be a few minutes late because I can’t find your room and the nice man at the front desk didn’t know your name which is kinda odd because you’re a famous movie star, but maybe it’s just because he hasn’t seen any of your work so I gave him a recording of that toothpaste ad you did a few cycles back and he seemed to like it so that’s great!

Profession (therapist) vs Personal Mission: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22 (And that’s the last of them!)

Darn, I forgot Cabizo can also use Profession (therapist) for his personal mission, and his bonus there is +3 more than Sense Motive (along with being perfectly applicable to the situation). #NextTime

"Cabizo, how much for your services? I may need to talk to you about my new found PTSD."

"Oh, I'm quite happy to help a teammate!" the skittermander answers cheerfully, shoving a few things into his pockets and hoisting the armor onto Jin's back. "First off, you'll need some paper. Don't worry, I brought some extras just in case. Here you are..." Pulling a piece of yellow paper from yet another pocket, Cabizo hands it to Hani along with a pot of dark green paint. "A lot of patients tell me they find drawing slow loops to be a good place to start. Big motions, using as much of your wrist and arm as you like. Then you can shift to small, tight loops, and then back to big and so on and so forth until you feel like the page is as full as you would like it to be. There, how does it feel?"

Sense Motive vs Personal Mission: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

4/5 checks attempted for the personal mission so far. I labeled the first as "Sense Motive to Mediate" and the other three as "Sense Motive vs Personal Mission" just to be super clear. I'm trying to roll them when they come up, and it's been great to have folks so ready to create situations that could potentially require mediation or a therapist. XD

Ah, gotcha. I think I'm mixing two of the gangs up - the Brass Dragons from Book 1 and the Sirocco gang from Book 2.

“Wait, didn’t the Brass Dragons we met earlier say they hated the Blood gang?” Cabizo chews a fingernail distractedly. “Why would they work with them? Do you think this Jalusann was trying to keep her own folks from knowing what she was doing?”

“Oh, that’s an excellent idea Zharis!” Cabizo pivots and heads towards Mama Throsh, a pod of silver paint held in one hand. “I’m very sorry for how we burst into your home and immediately started shooting your dinosaur friend. I would imagine you’d feel anxious and angry about it - I know I would be feeling similar emotions if that happened to me.”

Sense Motive to Empathize: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

“But don’t worry - when we’re done helping the DCI get their data back I’m certain Zharis would be happy to help you find a replacement dinosaur. She’s very good at helping people, you know. But unfortunately she’s busy right now - though if you can help us find this Jalusann then she’s be able to help you sooner!”

Diplomacy to Aid: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"If you want me to be quiet, all you have to do is ask." Cabizo's cheerful face doesn't flinch at Zharis's whispered words as the skittermander pops up from the trapdoor. "Though if you're feeling conflicted about the actions you're taking, that might be an indicator that you're not certain they're the right ones. If you want help processing your thoughts, I brought my travel paints. Oh, and talking is not required to use them! Hold on, they're somewhere in here..."

Double move up the ladder and into the office.

Cabizo trots after everyone else, stuffing stuff into one pocket and pulling another random pistol out of another.

“I think you know more about negotiating and diplomacy than I do,” he calls as he trots, “but imagine that someone you just met shot at you and then told you they just wanted to talk. That would be difficult for me to believe at least.”

Double move. And backseat diplomacy advice. XD

Sense Motive vs Personal Mission: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

“Zharis, I can feel that you’re tired.” Cabizo sits on the ground next to the pahtra and clasps a pair of hands together in his lap. “I can help now, but would you like to talk about why you felt the need to jump straight into violence with the gashmaw? You’re a great speaker, and I don’t know how many more injuries your body can endure and I don’t want you to push yourself harder than you can handle. You’re our leader, but you don’t have to do everything yourself.” He pats his companion’s knee reassuringly, glowing softly as his hand makes contact.

Mystic Cure: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 + 10 (from Cabizo) = 21

“Let me know if you want to schedule a chat after this,” Cabizo says, slowly pulling himself to his feet. His tan fur is duller now, and his eyes don’t have quite as much sparkle behind them.

Sounds good, GM - thanks for the bot!

Cabizo aims again at the creature with the pistol. "Zharis, try pretending you're dead so it doesn't attack you again!" he suggests.

Skipshot Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Piercing damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Life Science, Theme vs DC 14: 1d20 + 5 - 2 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 - 2 + 5 = 24
Sense Motive vs Dinosaur: 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 12 - 2 = 12

Still caught up in the nice happy feelings of finding such friendly people here, Cabizo is a bit startled by Zharis’s sudden violence. He’s even more startled by the gashmaw’s response, and by the amount of blood leaking from his friend. “Hold on Zharis - we’re coming!” he yells, pulling out a random pistol from his overflowing pockets and aiming it at the beast.

Skipshot Pistol: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 - 2 = 3
Piercing damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Culture vs DC 20: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Mysticism vs DC 16: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

“Oh that’s very nice of you!” Cabizo answers with a smile. “It’s always wonderful to see people channeling their energy into helping others. Are you siblings by blood as well, or are sulis common here? Here, you look like you could use a bit more color!” He hands the leader a business card / paint pod with bright cyan pigment inside.

Sense Motive vs Personal Mission: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

"Well, computers are getting smaller and more powerful by the day," Cabizo offers softly as he notices Zharis' frustration. "So the real one is probably mobile, or maybe even handheld. This one here's like a set piece, or like a stunt double while the real actor went someplace safe." The analogy gets a little away from him, but the skittermander doggedly continues. "And you've done great work in finding out where that computer likely is being kept safe! You're an excellent mediator and the scientific institute is very lucky to have you on the case. So now all we need to do is go to the Meltdown, avoid the surprise you found out about, and find the computer!"

Cabizo finishes tucking the last longsword into his pack and starts rubbing his shoulders and arms with all six limbs. "Chilly in here though - maybe w-w-we want to w-warm up a bit?" He slips the vesk one of his paint-pod business cards as she finishes talking with Zharis. She looks like a red person... Or maybe yellow. Yeah, yellow's happier.

Cabizo tries to come up with more happy thoughts to fill the vesk’s mind. Sweet drinks, soft beds, drill sergeants saying how proud they are of your work - the skittermander draws on both personal and professional experience in a desperate attempt to bring the conflict quickly to an end before Xylian could accidentally puncture a storage unit again!

Mental damage: 2d10 ⇒ (4, 8) = 12 (Will DC 16 to halve)

Casting mind thrust I on the vesk again.

@Zharis, remember that unfortunately small arms (such as most pistols) only add half your level to their damage with Weapon Specialization.

Cabizo hurries up behind Jin and focuses on the vesk in the back. "Think happy thoughts!" he yells, filling her mind with bright colors, cheerful sounds, and vivid scents.

Mental damage: 2d10 ⇒ (10, 3) = 13 (Will 16 to halve)

Move and cast mind thrust I on the vesk.

Cabizo keeps pushing buttons on his new thermal regulator that Zharis helped him pick out before he finally finds the one that activates the heating unit. By the time he's finished, the door is open and there are more people with violently-unhealthy stress-coping habits inside. The skittermander opens his mouth to say something, then closes it and instead scurries towards some stacked crates.

Move, drawing his laser pistol as he goes.

Sense Motive, Empathy, Circumstance vs Nice Lady: 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 12 + 2 + 2 = 19

“...and if you want someone to talk to, I’ve got my email address on here so you can contact me there and we can schedule a session.” Cabizo hands the nice lady a pod of bright yellow paint before following his companions.

Cabizo gently tugs at the saleslady’s sleeve. “Um, are you sure you’re not getting taken advantage of by these genies?” he asks innocently. “I used to prescribe sleep aids like these when I was working in the Veskarium, and they only cost about a hundred and fifty credits each. I don’t think I saw any painted silver like these, but surely the paint can’t be that expensive.” One hand discretely gives Zharis a thumbs-up behind the skittermander’s back.

Sense Morive to Empathize: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

I keep forgetting that Cabizo has the Healing Touch ability to restore 15 hitpoints once a day. So we could do that once last night and again this morning to top off at least two people.

Reflex vs DC 14: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Maybe it’s because he’s behind Jin’s large form, but Cabizo doesn’t seem to notice the burst of plasma. “Whew, it sure is hot here,” he remarks, fanning himself with two hands. “Maybe the shield is failing because there’s not enough infrastructure support from the local government?”

When the shopkeeper notices them, the skittermander smiles back cheerfully. “Oh, but you said it came from another plane and it cost a lot to bring it here? Why couldn’t it be produced on this plane?” He peers curiously at the device.

Culture vs Device: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Medicine vs Device: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Mysticism vs Device: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

lol

Yep, we’re good to go!

"Of course we'll help!" Cabizo smiles broadly as he holds the transponder up for Xylian.

”Well, there were those displays that got smashed.” Cabizo points one arm towards the main exhibit hall. ”And the security robot got rewired and a bit dented.” Another arm points. “And those arms in the lab probably need someone to make sure they’re alright.” He produces the transponder and holds it up with two more hands, leaving just one to gesture for added emphasis after all the pointing with the first three. ”And he was using this transponder to send data somewhere - though I can’t quite figure out where that was. Can you?”

Cabizo gets bored of staring at Hani's face through the smoky crystal and starts looking through all the stuff in his pockets.

Mysticism to ID vs Vials: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Still bored (and still without finding his finger paints), the skittermander turns his attention back to the transponder.

Mysticism vs Transponder: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Inventory sheet can also be found in Cabizo's stat bar. I think I've got everything, so feel free to claim some stuff by picking your name from the dropdown menu for that row.

@GM - do you want Cabizo to roll with lvl 2 or lvl 3 stats?

Cabizo’s pockets overflow with stuff as his spare arms distractedly put the stuff Zharis stuffs into them away. ”Hmm... Oh! Xylian, Hani, could you come look at this? I think there’s some writing inside, and I thought I recognized that curly brace thing I see in the message text when I get an email-bounced notification so I bet it’s computer code.”

We can make Computers or Mysticism checks to identify where this transponder crystal might have been transmitting to!

”Oh, could I see that?” Cabizo holds his hands out and gazes into the smoky orb. ”I think it’s a transponder... or some sort of communication device that bypasses most security measures. I wonder if we can trace where it was sending data...” He looks over at the bound man. ”What kind of information did you need to send? These people here at the museum are very nice - I sure they would have helped you if you’d asked.”

Cabizo turns the corner to see Jin back on his feet, and the skittermander has to blink a few times to make sure he’s actually seeing what his eyes are telling him is happening. Then he looks up at the large scaly creature next to him.

Gulp.

Bravely, Cabizo steps into the doorway and draws his knife. “I... um... no.” he stutters, not having heard Zharis’s speech moments earlier for inspiration. Raising the blade above his head, he jabs at the invader’s foot.

Survival Knife: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Slashing damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Move (drawing weapon as part of movement) and Strike.

Cabizo starts running back around the room as he sees Jin fall out of sight.

Double move

”I can see that you’re saying something, Zharis, but I can’t hear you!” Cabizo hollers back, trying to exaggerate his mouth movement so it’s easier for her to read his lips.

Laser Pistol, Full Attack: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 3 - 4 = 3
Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Laser Pistol, Full Attack: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 3 - 4 = 17
Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Cabizo squeezes the trigger of his trusty laser pistol twice, trying to get rid of the stranger’s last image. He ignores the memories trying to push themselves to the front of his mind - memories of firing hopelessly at a lashunta while his leg burned and bled and tears filled his eyes.

Laser Pistol, Full Attack: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 3 - 4 = 15
Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Laser Pistol, Full Attack: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 3 - 4 = 14
Fire damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

"Hani! Come help us with these robotics!" Cabizo calls as he runs around the outside of the room to the window. "You got this!" His voice is harder to hear on the other side of the barrier, but his smile (and the four thumbs-up) are unmistakable.

Double move. On a related note, did you know that laser weapons can go right through glass or other transparent barriers? They also can't damage invisible creatures. How odd! XD

So it was mentioned that the dudeguy couldn’t take an AoO due to being flat footed. Does that apply to the arms as well this first round?

Mystic Cure, HP Transfer: 1d8 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 = 8

”Here you go!” Cabizo looks a little more tired, but still gives Xylian a thumbs up.

Casting mystic cure I on Xylian, transferring 2 of Cabizo’s hitpoints to the target as well to get him back up to full hitpoints.

”Can anybody disable those arms?” Cabizo asks from the rear. “And what’s that?” He gazes at the strange crystalline orb with fascination.

Mysticism?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Cabizo waves at the trapped lizard-man and draws a heart in bright cyan paint, then a squiggly line through it and a sad face to the side.

Cabizo tries to stabilize as many of the invaders as he can before following the rest of the group. "Why don't we try the door?" he asks, pointing at the nearby portal.

Cabizo almost fires his laser pistol into the ball of hot air, but remembers at the last second that it won’t do anything. ”Only one hand here!” he swears, whipping around in a desperate attempt to aim at an enemy before his finger finishes squeezing the trigger.

Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Crit Fire damage: 2d4 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3 Target is Burning for 1d4 Fire damage at the end of their turn - Reflex save = 11 + damage

Aiming at Red if not already down - Dark Green otherwise.