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Assuming Red is not out of the fight after all that,

Kara thinks back to the subtle encouragement she received from her Etiquette And Table Manners tutor, Grande-Madame Henrietta Mont-Saint de Sade (may she rest in peace), and channels her memories into a message for the remaining (relatively) small demon.

You worthless sack of intestines and stomach, do you even have a brain to process what I'm saying? In all my years I have never seen a more useless pile of random flesh bits, with no meaning or purpose to your actions. Why, it's as if you think you have some sort of sentience or understanding of the world, but let me tell you...

Admonishing Ray, vs Touch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19 Damage, Evoker: 4d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 6, 4, 6) + 2 = 22 Nonlethal

Reflex DC15, PvE: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 2 = 23

Kara ducks and dodges deftly as she moves back for a better view of the location of the remaining Wrecker. Satisfied that Sangkip will be safe as long as he stays on the control console, she calls forth a twenty foot deep pit beneath the feet of the Wrecker.

Hey, you! Why don't you take a break for a while, huh?

Reflex DC15 to avoid falling in.

I'm targeting the stronger one.

Since Kyra healed it anyway, I'm gonna go with my initial characterization.

Oops, sorries! Fumbus will be more carefuls next time!

As a minor Taldan noble, Kara has many years of experience pretending to ignore side-eye.

All the cool kids are doing it!

I've dotted-and-deleted in Gameplay.

Did someone call for a fire-obsessed goblin?

Kara uses a dagger to cut a tiny piece of cloth from the hem of her pretty dress. As it falls to the ground, it changes from bright blue silk to sturdy-but-comfortable linen in a drab, simple brown. She proceeds to cut a few more pieces off, each about the size of a thumbprint, ready to drop them at regular intervals.

Well, I hope we don't get too lost, or I shall start becoming embarrassed.

Literally. Hee-hee!

Kara tries to catch the horses a little quicker with some fancy riding.

Ride: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Darn! I can jump a fence on a high-strung mare with a smile on my face, but Horsemistress Helgina never thought to teach me how to chase down horses spooked by demons.

Some of us have Low-Light Vision. And others have Darkvision. :-)

Kara speaks into her hands quietly.

Go, my little snuggle-buddy. Find me the room where the danger is. And be careful!

Her diminutive scorpion companion skitters off to find the nearest entry point.

Aragostina Stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (17) + 19 = 36
Aragostina Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Kara makes sure to stay in well populated areas to avoid suspicion, but does her best to assist Alessio in finding more information on the patchy person.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Kara checks to see if her dagger is, in fact, missing from its scabbard.

Assuming that it is.

It does appear to be my dagger, Sheriff, but I'll have you know that I am a mage of the Third Order of Taldor, and I have seen battle with demons and undead, cultists and brigands, elementals and skulks, and much more. I may command at my fingertips the very elements themselves.

She pauses for effect.

Were I to wish someone harmed, I have better ways to do it than close up, with a dagger, which was ever so conveniently left at the murder site to be found. My good Sheriff, I am not stupid, and neither are you.

She brushes her hands of imaginary dust.

Besides, I was at Otto's farm when this horrible crime happened, which can be verified by Otto himself. What I am starting to wonder is... she glares at Ekira ...where was Ekira when the murders happened?

Elene, along with anyone who choose to join her, returns to Absalom Station to report the party's findings to Chiskisk, and to tell her adventurer cousin Naboh all about her travels.

It's a job well done, right? Right! But there's more work to be done, that's for sure.

Thanks, GM! Nice job.

Oh, yeah, I did forget about that.

Fortitude DC13: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Dicebot, I love you. I'm throwing away my physical dice.

I vote we use it to heal Floria (and anyone else who gets hit this round).

Elene shouts with joy.

Woohoo! This time I didn't try to hug the gods-damned thing.

Anything in the vicinity? Bodies from previous victims?

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

"Life-draining tentacles"? I see you've met my mother.

Kara collapses into giggles at her own joke.

Will DC12: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Ha! Omzig has seen worse nightmares from his wife's cooking! You gots to do better than that!

(For the record, Omzig is not married and never has been.)

Now Omzig is going to put a bullet in that little spot where you gots no scales.

He aims carefully at the nonexistent spot and fires.

Improved Feint: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Pistol: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18 Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

'Tis but a scratch! I'll put a dollar in the Monty Python jar for my sin.

The Herald strikes back at the beast.

Morningstar, Bless: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 1 = 13 Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

HP 17/18

San Diego, and I'm spending Thanksgiving at the zoo.

You can trust us on this.

Diplomacy, Aid Another: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4

...probably. I mean, I know you can trust us, but you don't know that a priori, but your previous interactions with us were honest, and you have no reason to assume that would change, but...

Tamon goes on for quite a while, second-guessing himself.

Perrine, moved you 40 ft.

Well, another adventure successfully solved. Congratulations to us all. Not that it matters. We're all doomed, you see. Have you heard the Bad News? You, sir! Have you heard the Bad News? No? Well, the Bad News exists whether you want to hear it or not. Let me tell you...

The Herald wanders away, with possibly his newest convert.

Moved you, Perrine.

The Herald takes a bath, washes his robe, and combs his hair. He is almost unrecognizable.

Disguise: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Otto's farm.

How do these guys keep cutting in like that? I know I'm a better pilot than that. It's time for them to start not rolling so well on Initiative, mmmkay? ;-)

Right, here goes. I'm puttin' some distance between us and them, and keepin' the rear shields pointed at 'em. Do your best, gunners!

Evade: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24

Oh, and hey...I'm kind of a fan of breathin'. If we could get Life Support fixed I'd be pretty grateful. Might even be a firm handshake in it for ya...

That's just Naboh talking. If you think you have a higher priority, by all means go for it.

Eazy decides to step away from the fight for a while. He staggers, shocked almost into unconsciousness, into a protective corner.

Single Move action. FYI, I'll be out of the fight for two rounds (to get and use a potion) after this.

HP 0/15 Disabled

(Sigh). I'm beginning to understand why the villagers keep pelting me with rotten fruit.

Ayla, that was EPIC. Well done!

Eazy imbues his weapon with Magick! and strikes quickly, knowing that he is the likely next target.

Swift for Arcane Pool Enhancement.

Rapier, APE, Spell Combat: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 - 2 = 24 Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 - 2 = 21 Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11
Rapier, APE, Spell Combat Frostbite: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 - 2 = 24 Damage, Frostbite: 1d6 + 4 + 1 + 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 + (4) + 2 = 14 + Fatigued
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 - 2 = 15 Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 + 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 + (5) + 2 = 16

Stand back, everyone. I shall take it alone!

Please don't stand back, everyone. Eazy does not know how fickle Dicebot can be.

Har, yer new pointy things are gonna be just as useless as yer old pointy things. And here's a couple of fists to make my point!

Smiley finds himself quite witty and laughs uproariously as he throws two more mighty punches at Red.

Unarmed, Power Attack + Brawler's Fury: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Unarmed, Power Attack + Brawler's Fury: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

After missing mightily, he stares at his hands as if wondering whether they were haunted.

Well, at least the air near ya has been pounded into submission! Har!

Reta hops up to the bridge

Acrobatics, Trained: 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 4 = 28

and moves silently to flank the remaining minotaur.

Action 1: Sneak

Stealth, Trained: 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 5 + 4 = 23

Sneak rules say I fail if I "don’t have cover or aren’t concealed from them at any time during your movement", which seems to make it fairly useless for closing with enemies. Is that how you interpret that, GM?

In any case, the minotaur should be flat-footed by being flanked anyway, so in this case it doesn't really matter, I believe.

She strikes twice with a wicked glint in her eye, shouting a traditional Goblin war-cry.

Yippee-ki-yay, cow-boy!

Shortsword: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20 Damage, Sneak Attack: 2d6 + 4 + 2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) + 4 + (1, 6) = 18
Shortsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 Damage, Sneak Attack: 2d6 + 4 + 2d6 ⇒ (2, 6) + 4 + (6, 1) = 19

A Basic Save, to me, means: you succeed, nothing happens to you; you fail then something bad happens. Basic doesn't imply varying degrees of effect based on how I rolled. I would give it a different identifier.

I agree with the general consensus that this is a good idea, and specifically with CookingOrc that "Basic" implies to me more of a "pass/fail" binary outcome. It almost seems like this should be a "Standard [Fort/Reflex/Will] save". Anything that's not a Basic (pass/fail) or a Standard (CS/S/F/CF) outcome is a special case.

@ScorchedOne: Creating-Your-Own-Playtest-Character

The Herald seems momentarily taken aback at meeting someone even more pushy than himself, but takes the pin and wears it proudly as he continues to peruse the novel for clues.

I think we're going to get along very well, Ayla. :-)

A small bushy leshy arrives late.

Apologies for tardiness, but I simply had to stop and smell the roses.

GM Ladile, you have seen my dreams and created them.

To say I am interested is putting it mildly.

Yeah, Herrick is a Beast.

She's getting those lyrics completely wrong. Should I tell her? No, let her have her fun. The meat-things are confused and unpredictable sometimes, but useful. It's best to keep them happy.

Meow.

They must be holding together with saliva and string. Let's finish them off!

Forward Coilgun, Trinode: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 = 5 Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (1, 3, 1, 4) = 9

Ozei finds that her trigger is fouled with some sort of orange dust, causing a malfunction in the firing mechanism.

Now, where did that come from?

Serrarra round 2

ALP, Get 'Em (whichever zombie is Get 'Em'ed): 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 + 1 = 13 Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Eh, let it go. We got no use for a dead space critter, and it's just tryin' to live its life. I got a cousin, back on Akiton, pulled a thorn out of an Assembly Ooze and made it his pet.

Heh, come to think of it, that cousin also says he's a "Juddi Knight" or something, with mystical powers. Always wavin' his hand at me, sayin' "You don't want that pastry, friend." Yeah, yeah, I do want that pastry, ya nut! He's always been a bit off, that one...

DC20 Stealth Check and a DC 15 Engineering Check are needed to sabotage an opponents racer

Those are pretty stiff skill rolls for 1st or 2nd level characters, and you have to hit both to succeed. Has anyone ever tried this?

I might if I could use Sleight of Hand instead, but still it seems like a low chance of success compared to the other options.

And the adventuring party came to a quick and ignominious end. Search parties eventually found their desiccated bodies, clutching their useless Swiss Army knives tightly in their lifeless hands, and their mouths and eye sockets now home to fantastic and beautiful poison crystal formations...

Perception DC12: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Huh. Looks like the Corpse Fleet torpedoes are getting cheaper and cheaper.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

I've never boarded an enemy vessel before. One that lacks even the option of Life Support will be interesting. We should be on the watch for both magic and technology -- Eoxians use both to power their vessels.

Fortitude DC12: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Gah. We've moved 3 feet in the last hour. I'm gonna die of old age before I get to the front.

Fatigued.

Reflex DC12: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Hey, hey, whoa, whoa! Cool down. We're all trying to wait peacefully here.

Reyn manages to avoid the scuffle, but the endless waiting wears on him.

Perception DC12: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Ozei is increasingly concerned that the group is being followed by a shady group of thugs who are intent on attacking the party at first oppor...oh, never mind, they're ordering lunch now and chatting amiably among themselves.

Will DC14, vs. Enchantment: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 2 = 19

Those are excellent questions, but first this woman needs to punch you in the face.

Yugatta moves within near striking range. Double move

Falom, this thing has DR against piercing and slashing. You sure you want to switch weapons?

We need everything on defense now if we're going to survive. Think, woman, think! Maybe if I...

Gunnery vs. Biter: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Gunnery Defense: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Hmm...maybe I went too far on defense. Oh, well, we'll see.

The horrible attack rolls continue, but I'd rather have it this way than reversed. Go, Attack Assistance Team, go!