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The agents recover their friends. Being thorough, they search the bodies for identifying items since they're shriveled beyond recognition. They find nothing of value on the bodies except for a key and a splendid bejeweled brooch in the shape of a dragonfly, they estimate it to be worth 10 gp. Searching the office they also find a bottle of rare Minkaian sake worth 10 gp. In the desk is a locked drawer where the the key from the body miraculously fits. Inside the drawer is 45 gp. The agents surmise this to be the petty cash fund that was offered to them as a reward.

The agents then escort the stonescales out of the building. They meet with Ama and explain the situation from the stonescalr perspective. With the capture of Rekarek and the explanation from Skerix about their innocent protest being commandeered, Ama and Skerix are able to come to mutually agreed upon terms. The project will resume construction on the following day.

Once the Edgewatch rescue the hostages, they can finally ask questions about the five specialist stonemasons and sculptors who went missing days ago. Unfortunately, the remaining laborers know fairly little about their missing comrades. The five all came over from Minkai together and didn’t associate much with the common laborers. On the night the specialists went missing, however, several people heard them complaining about the shabbiness of their assigned quarters and how they were going to talk to Jeremin Hoff about finding them better accommodations. No one has seen them since.

Ama is able to tell the agents that Jeremin Hoff is a powerful Absalomian labor broker who won the bid to provide local labor to the Dragonfly Pagoda project as well as to arrange building materials, temporary housing for the foreign workers, and other necessities. He’s notoriously corrupt—skimming building funds, bribing inspectors, and sourcing materials from sketchy vendors— but since that flexibility around the law also helps his projects get done on time and on budget, he never hurts for reputable clients. In addition, he was the person who initially introduced the pagoda architects to the Stonescales as a way of potentially expediting construction.

Skerix is happy to provide her perspective. She doesn’t know anything about the missing stonemasons, but she suspects that Hoff and his associates might (as far as she’s concerned, the shady businesspeople know everything going on in the upper city). Skerix also knows something even more important: the House of the Planes, Hoff's social club has a secret back door that Hoff used to bring her in for the initial meeting. She suggests to the Edgewatch agents that they sneak into the club to observe or question him incognito, and she draws them a map to the secret entrance.

The agents Unless they feel like role-playing out the encounter return to the precinct where they make their report to the desk Seargent. When they cover the part about their initial difficulties, the Seargent interrupts and says, "Clever of you to get captured to find the hostages and negotiate with the reasonable one. I'll make sure to pass on your ingenuity to the Lieutenant." and winks.

With the report taken the Seargent bids the agents to head home and get some rest then report back in the morning.

Healing can be done by experienced medics at the precinct. Also all purchases and sales can be done there too.

I guess thats about it... unless I'm forgetting something...

LEVEL UP!!!

I have been tracking it. I can do Bardic performance for 24 rounds a day. 6 rounds last combat + 4 rounds this combat. I still have 14 more rounds in me for the day.

I'll be traveling Friday and Saturday and I might be in areas of poor reception so I'm sending a copy of my current character to Algrim who has agreed to bot me so that I don't delay gameplay. Hopefully that won't be an issue, but I like having back up plans.

Eustice taps Esgi once more with the wand for good measure.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
And Rhysbas well.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"Honestly how petty can you be to explode once defeated... just fall down like the rest of us."

Thanks I like it too... but this group seems to need more healing than help with damage.

Berwick concentrates on Bless again then tries to disable the trap.
Nature: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (13) + 16 = 29
Finally

Prior to setting off for dangerous locals, Berwick would have taken the time to cast Vital Beacon and explained its utility to his companions.

"Algrim! Try to block with something other than your face!"

Berwick moves to get a better view of his bloody friend and casts a healing font using two actions at range.

2 Action Heal: 4d8 + 32 ⇒ (8, 6, 1, 8) + 32 = 55

"We're here to stop you, of course. I would have thought that would be obvious. Clearly you didn't get to your position due to your superior intellect."

I was convinced to play a cleric until I read your response. Now I have more to think about.

Rags lays a sympathetic hand on B-bop's shoulder, "Don't fret. Maybe it is not for you to find the knish. Maybe this is your sign from the gods that you should make the knish."

Rags takes the new crystal and runs back to the ship where he uses his UPBs, with 188 borrowed from Tiltik to transfer his Ghost Killer Fusion while he spends an RP to regain SP. 5/10 RP . He borrows an additional 1850 UPBs, weighing just under 2 bulk, from Tiktik and with the promise of 4000 credits from L, he can carry on and transfer his Holy Fusion at the next 10 minute rest.

Can I roll a precog check to give a bonus to the pilot? Peer into the future and help avoid coming obstacles?

"Jax, I feel this in one of the few times where we can go forth with the blessings of both Iomedae and Bismark. I stand ready with you to board this vessel."

Eustice reloads the sling and tries again, maintaining his stare on yellow.

Sling: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Bullet: 1d4 ⇒ 3

The. Exact. Same. Roll.

Tak spends 96gp and makes 16 Alchemical paper cartridges.

"You had me at 'help'. C'mon boss! We can bag you a Stridermander, get you a refund, get paid, AND help some folks out." Nako says and starts ticking off ponts on one paw. "Thats win, win, win...win!" as she shows off four digits with a large grin on her face. "I've been practicing my counting." she whispers, clearly proud of herself.

Nako smirks at the fleeing Pahtra, "Scaredy cat." and rushes the (holy) self ambulatory armor (batman!), striking with her Dashko.

Dashko: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 10 + 1 = 31
Fire: 1d8 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12
Crit Wound: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Here is the link to the Chronicles. Again, sorry for the delay. Let me know if there are any issues.

Chronicles

I would also like to rewind a bit for an interaction with Pofo.
"Let me tell ya Brother! Ya don't know what you're gonna do, when Wayward Wonders -mania runs wild on you! Now snap into a seasoned meat stick! I call them 'Slim Djinns'!"

I just couldn't help myself. Ok back to the wagon.
"Hmmm... crazy druid traps. You're right o'course. Myron wouldn't want us t'leave dese tings t'collect dust. Best t'put'em t'use keep'n da show goin'."

Hey gang, I just wanted to touch base with you all. I'm sorry I'm moving a little slower than usual getting the chronicles completed. Works been tough, and with everything re-opening my kids are back in a million activities. I have an extra day off this week on account of the 4th so I will get them done then. Thanks for the patience.

Paxel chuckles at Surge"s comments to Marveen. "I see this one has too many Pact foibles. Your enemies raised arms against you, and you crushed them. That is a good thing. Don't overthink it lad"

Paxel provides transportation back to Command Prime, which is uneventful. He happily sends the Starfinders on their way back to the Pact.

Upon arrival back on Absalom Station, Venture-Captain Naiaj immediately
calls for a full debriefing and listens intently to the account of the
Veskarium adventure. She thanks the Starfinders for not causing any intergalactic incidents, though one may have come close. She comments that while the semiclandestine mission didn’t necessarily improve Veskarium–Pact Worlds relations, she feels that everyone involved understands each other a little better now.

Naiaj takes the artifact from the Starfinders for further study and promises that if there proves to be any actionable information from the relic, the results should appear in a future issue of the Starfinder Chronicles.

I should have the chronicles completed over the next few days and I will provide a link to my Google drive where you can download and print them off, in the discussion tab. Thanks for playing.

Rags moves further in. Hearing B-bop's latest theory he regards the operative with a surprised expression on his face. "That-thats actually a really good theory B-bop..." The Vlaka quickly questions every other assumption he had made about himself and his place in the universe.

We're off to see the house,
The spectacular House of Renewal,
Why? Because, because, because,
Because of the wonderful thigs it does!
Maybe we can ask it for a conscience for the Pahtra, sight for the Vlaka, lungs for the Stellifera, lunch for the Half-orc, ridilin for the Ysoki, moar speed for the bear, and a heart for the tin-ma...I mean android.

Since at least some people are participating in their first Play-by-Post campaign, I thought I'd put a quick posting tutorial up.

Generally speaking, we prefer players to make their posts in the third person--i.e.,

Good Style writing:
Firstname Lastname leaps up from his chair and pulls his blaster out of its holster!

and not

Bad style writing:
I leap out of my chair and pull my blaster out of its holster!

When your character is speaking, please use bold text, and prefereably quotation marks. All caps is acceptable when yelling, although you can also make your text larger for the same effect, or smaller when whispering. Also its best to use italics for internal thought.

To make your text bold, use [ b ] without spaces, and use [ / b ] to stop using bold. Similarly, [ bigger ] [ / bigger ] will make your text larger. [ smaller ] [ / smaller ] will make smaller text as well.

For thoughts, italics ( [ i ] [ / i ]) are prefered. Used too frequently it can be a little much, but a well-placed bit of internal monologue can go miles for filling out character motivations, providing an ironic counterpoint to what the character is saying, etc.

Dice rolling is pretty easy; use [ dice= ] [/dice]. You can put anything after the equals sign, for example here I'll specify that this is a perception roll.

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

In between the [ dice= ] and [ / dice] you put the actual dice you want to roll. Format should be XdY+Z, where x is the number of dice, y is the type of die, and z is the modifier applied to the roll. For example, if your 18 strength soldier hit with a falchion you'd roll

Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (3, 3) + 6 = 12

Extra dice can be rolled, by adding additional XdY. For example, here's a investigator adding inspiration to his attack roll.

Attack: 1d20 + 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (7) + (6) + 10 = 23

Note that you can roll dice that don't normally exist--1d2 for a 50/50 roll, 1d7 if you've cast mirror image and have 6 images up, etc.

You can also make multiple independent rolls with a single dice code by seperating them with a semi-colon. Here I'm going to roll an attack roll and damage roll at the same time.

Falchion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 242d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 4) + 4 = 9

Cerebreiac scans through the passive security logs and fails to see anything out of the ordinary.

During the journey the passengers aboard the Maiden hear child-like giggling, sudden inexplicable screams, and footsteps down an otherwise empty corridor, and they occasionally have a nagging feeling that they’re being watched. The effects wane after only 2 days of travel through the Drift.

Once docked with the station, the Starfinders and Iffelby disembark. Iffelby flies ahead a short distance and changes form into a tiny winged red devil. The miniature fiend gives them a mocking salute, exclaiming “Thanks a lot, suckers!” The imp becomes invisible and flies away, disappearing into the crowds of Absalom Station.

The Starfinders report their findings to Venture-Captain Arvin and hand over the null-space chamber full of art objects. Arvin is shocked and intrigued by the Starfinders’ harrowing tales and wonders aloud if the spoils will be worth the potential repercussions of angering the mysterious ‘Duke’ and the Devil’s Talon. With a shake of his head, Arvin assures the Starfinders that they have no need to worry—although they should get cleaned up. He offers to take them for a complimentary trip to the spa to thoroughly wash away the lingering stench (and experience) of the infernal bog, followed by a fancy dinner.

And with that I would like to thank you all for playing. I really enjoyed this pbp format and am thinking of running something in the 3-6 tier range next. I'll keep you all informed when I do. I'll post a link to the chronicles in our messenger chat sometime this weekend.

A few minor dust ups. Nothing quite like this. As big as the Pact Worlds are, back up was never too far away. This is something different. A single ship, no back up, out in the vast.

Rags sips his drink then raises his glass.

May we love peace enough to fight for it!

While Hans is unable to determine more about the vahhhhhhhses origins, he does notice a few extra details about the angular vahhhhhhhhhhhs.

You all are certain these should be collected and brought back to the VC.

Dr. Oz assumes the Captain seat and surveys the rest of the team at their stations.
We go not just for the sake of Fitch, we enter into the jaws of danger for all the Starfinders before us. For each and everyone who saw the stars and pondered what wonders exist in the distant horizon. We go forth not for us, but for the benefit of all sentients big and small, organic and inorganic. We shall not go quietly, but burst forth with the rapturous voices of thousands of explorers before us. These wonders exist not for the sake of one being, but for all of us to benefit from. We shall remind Durus of that this day! Shields up! Weapons hot! Engineering report! Pilot full ahead! Gunners fire at will!

no rolls yet. Just an inspiring speech for flavor.

Nursing his wounds, Dr. Oz catches the site of a Pahtra running down the hall, dressed like a pirate of all things. Chin up little mouse! he says and then dashes away.

First Aid Token HP: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Ok strange cat pirate... whatever you say...

Dr. Oz squares his shoulders and lines up a shot on the Jinsul in green.
Static Arc Pistol vs Green EAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 81d6 ⇒ 2
12/20 battery

He moves to put more distance between himself and the Jinsul in blue.

Dr. Oz fires a shot at the Jinsul (red) and the tactically repositions on the other side of the room.

Static Arc Pistol vs Red EAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 231d6 ⇒ 4
Crit to Red + Arc 2 to Green: 1d6 ⇒ 4
18/20 Battery

Take that you reprobates! Haha!

The doctor keeps plugging away on the computer. Enhance... Typing rapidly. Enhance... Typing rapidly. Enhance... Typing rapidly.
Computers: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

If I'm successful on my check, does this add damage die to the wall lasers that Andromeda is in control of as well?

Dr. Oz takes the other sonic pistol and two batteries.

Dr. Oz's normal exuberant attitude takes on a more somber tone.

We sailed the sea by oceans light,
Around the horn through restless night.
Our course and luck did make it right
To see things new in strange delight.
The seas were harsh and took their toll
With branded flesh and tortured soul
And when at last the sun sat low
It touched the earth with blood red glow.
The mighty wars have all been won.
Now empty winds slack sails undone.
The world is ours but mates care not
And search in vain for wars unfought.
Silver breakers plight our trough
To sails unfurled and winds aloft.
Spirits soar on breezes free
That bear the souls of sailors we.
Hear our prayer Oh Lord our God.
We lived to serve and wield thy rod.
Though wretches we and racked with flaws,
We are the ones who fought thy cause.
Now bleached white bones on foreign sands
Attest the toll in far off lands
For those who heard their country's call,
Brave sailors each, who came to fall.
Remember those who served on ships
And bid farewell on endless trips
Across the seas to Timbuktu
And lived and died, these chosen few.
We ask this, Lord, for those so true
And honor bound beneath skies blue
Who served and died for freedom's hand
To hold and cherish this, your land,
A sailor's death on ships of sleep
With few to know and none to weep
For faith so brave, a soul to keep
A silent grave in oceans deep.
And when the end has come at last
And unfilled shadows heaven casts,
Remember we who served and fell
And to the hosts of heaven tell,
Bring home my boys who loved so well.

Of course! Of course! I always have time for my fans!

Oz strikes his most memorable pose. Turned at a 45 degree angle, wink in his eye, one hand holding a thumbs up and the other pointing forward at the camera, with a large smile on his face. Think Buddy Jesus

Rags, realizing reality isn't like the holo-vids he watched as a kid, takes a quick swipe at green before backing towards the door. Charging in seemed like a good idea at the time, but maybe the effects of that drug were more powerful than he thought.

Longsword vs green flat-footed KAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Yeah! What B-bop said. Rags says feebly, as even his quick wit fails him.