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Dalinar steps into the room, "What exactly makes my friend a freak? Just because he looks different?" Dalinar swings Stag Render at the guard while he ponders Dal's questions.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Slash &Sonic Damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Since it's been a bit I don't remember what my ac should be. I think I'm wearing a stolen azlant armor. I also don't remember if you decided whether my sword should target EAC or KAC. I'm thinking kac

Dalinar moves to block the doorway, drawing his blade as he goes.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Dalinar's hand twitches towards his sword. As Prosper speaks he stops himself, hopefully before Ludilinius notices. He stands ready to draw if necessary instead.

"Fine if you must know. I am Olajra. I am from a small colony and my family has disowned me. I do not like talking about it so let's leave it at that." Dalinar feels much better about this lie because it's mostly true.

Bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Good god. I guess we ain't making it through this the easy way.

Dalinar pales behind his helmet. Now he has to try a lie. His mind races for a plan.

In a phlegmy voice Dalinar replies, "I'm from Ra-KACK HUCH COGUH." He fakes a coughing fit and walks across the room making a racket for 30 seconds or so.

bluff if necessary: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
I see that we still aren't on speaking terms dice roller.

I'm ready to go anytime.

Dalinar is out of his depth with the whole 'pretending to be someone else' thing. He tries to keep pace with those who seem to have experience with it - while also trying not to stick out like a sore thumb - and pushes his crate like a good little crewman.

I now see a problem with this plan. Who's playing the part of our captain now?

Dalinar slinks to the back of the procession and scans the area. If no one is watching he looks like he's about to punch the guars in the back of the head.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Do we actually have any cargo?

Dalinar uses the hat of disguise(I think we were in agreement for me to use it) to change his skin to a human pigment and shrink his tusks and looks very annoyed at having to do so. He follows Prosper while grumbling.

if you decide you want a faster GM, I am willing to step aside

Aw hell naw.

Bluff Aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Dalinar,in his fancy new (illusion)armor, tries to hold in a laugh. He fails. At least, he tries to act like that is what he's doing.

"It was virulent alright. There were bodily fluids everywhere."

Pretending we are another crew borrowing this ship is for the best I'd say. We'll have a hard time pretending to be other people.

Looking at the various disguising options there isn't anything we have access to that allows for looking like another creature type, only a different subtype. So myself Pon and Miss Starr could pass as Azlanti while the rest of you will have to do something more drastic. Pon and Prosper have their own means of appearing different and it might be best to let me wear the hat of disguise. Minos and Rush are monstrous humanoids so you'll have a real hard time looking human and I don't think we have a way to make Wint aand Spec medium sized. Therefore we have to decide what you guys are doing here. Prisoners? Slaves? Non azlanti crew members?

"Excellent work, no blood had to be shed."

I am ready.

If there are enough disguise items for everyone Dal will take one, if not you guys use them. His action would be the same either way.

Dalinar deactivates his solar armor before the Azlanti arrive. He stands near the far door in mundane armor hoping the 'guests' take him to be hired security. He can be a somewhat convincing liar if needed but isn't very good at holding to lies. He plans to stay out of earshot of the ruse because he fears that he'll punch one of the imperials in the face if they say something disparaging about Wint or Spec, or any other non-humans really.

While the others spread out to get ready for a 'party' Dalinar hangs back near the ship. He gives Rushling a call on his comm unit. "I am not well suited to putting on a show. No offense but I do not think you are either. I have something else I want to check out. Would you like to join me?"

Dalinar blinks in surprise. "A house? How are we to..."

"Minos, you are quicker of mind than I, the Professor needs a house. Is that possible?"

Dalinar rounds out the 'non-human gang' and sticks to the shadows with them. He has a hard time staying still however. Standing by while someone else does the dangerous part clearly has him agitated.

"Since this is a merchant vessel perhaps we shall be lucky and boarding them with weapons will be enough to make them stand down without a fuss."

"No I do not think that is correct Miss Starr."

Dalinar returns his attention to the Xaarb, "I do not fear them. If the empire wants to come after my friends," Dalinar says this in a way that includes the Xaarb in his friend group, "They will receive a big 'pew pew' - as you put it - in return. I need to have this ship come here. Bring them."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Dalinar tries to follow along with the hand signs of the xaarb.

Culture: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Well I only have a prior relationship with one merchant.

"Xaarb, tell me if you deal with any azlanti supply ships." Dalinar decides to forgo questions and just to demand answers. Seems the way to deal with the Xaarb.

The boards are being weird lately. I know I posted this the other day, I'll do it again.

"We can have a party later. One that does not include guests that are part of an evil empire."

"The azlanti don't seem the type to skip out on a job to attend a party to me. I have doubts they would take a detour at all, for fear of reprisal. Seems to me it would be easier to go somewhere one of these ships do stop than to try to get one to come here. Either that or find one in space and make it stop."

"Pon!" Dalinar tenderly holds the human in his arms until he awakens.

That is pretty cool Prosper. Now we gotta roleplay that bond some more.

Dal is levelled I reckon. HP, saves, skills increased. Picked up Dark Matter Revelation which gives DR.

If either of you uses harrowing fire or only one? Either way it sounds like I'm the last choice.

"Heroes sounds closer to correct to me. Besides, our friend is there for nearly the same thing. Thank you for your help Miss Talmrin."

The only time I've used ranged attacks that I remember was during the vehicle chase. And if we had gotten close enough to the other vehicle then I probably would've switched to melee.

"Subtlety is not in my nature, no. Though I believe I may be able to pull it off if necessary. If I am mistaken however my friends can do it in my stead. I may honor your request for another jailbreak. Why are they in prison? Do not mistake my curiosity, I assume if they are in an Azlant prison they likely do not deserve it but I would like to hear you say so."

"Nice to make your acquaintance Talmrin, I am Dalinar Theodrin. I am confident that we could handle any task asked of us. Betwixt the seven of us we have an expert on most anything you might require."

"I suppose we have no choice Rush."

Also Wint, Madelon gave us 1000 credits a piece.

"Xaarb, our group has a ship loaded down with items we want to sell. You are going to buy it."

If we find a place to sell our loot pule we should all have at least 722 creds Wint.

Many good thoughts coming your way Kyle.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Culture: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
"No worries, being a half-orc shield is one of the few things I excel at."

This is the fellow Sayonsi said we have to be firm with.

Dalinar decides to try and throw the Xaarb of balance with a hopefully unexpected response. He puts on his best royal air and yawns dramatically. "Yes, yes. You are very loud. Can we get on with this?" He speaks in Azlant since that seems to be the prevalent language.

Profession Royalty, for fun: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Is it possible to try Perception as well, or do we only get one shot?

Dalinar isn't interested in any of the available items and stands ready to continue on their way to the Xaarb.

"Helping someone is its own reward but we are looking for a pair of individuals. Perhaps you are acquainted with them?" Dalinar describes the people they were told could help them to Hassachir.

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Dalinar looks absolutely forlorn when the bug's guts cover him. Then he has to face the prospect of crawling back through those accursed pipes. "This day is just, the worst."

Later, when the odheos try to converge on Rush Dalinar almost loses it. "MajQa' ghe naog okak liga."

He starts stomping.

Big Boot: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Dalinar steps over to the one Prosper pointed out and gives it a chop.

Attack+Get 'em: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 1 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Dalinar scrambles out of the pipe and heads towards the nearest critter looking especially perturbed.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Photon attunement, so actually that damage is one higher if that actually hit.

When Dalinar hears the yells of his companions he immediately dives into the pipes. Then he just as quickly remembers why he didn't want to. The tunnel is even tighter than the closet he used to get locked inside. But he hears the sounds of battle and keeps moving.

Double move.

"Rush, are you alright over there? Would you prefer to help?" Dalinar calls out.

Dalinar nods at Prosper then stands by the pipeway listening for screams.

Dalinar looks relieved to hear Wint's suggestion but he covers it up quickly. "Good man Master Wint, but I think the Professor may need to stay with his charge."

Dalinar stops short when he sees where the trail is heading. "I don't think...yes, I'm definitely too large to get into a pipe. Can any of you follow these tracks without me?"

Dalinar can't do anything to help the wrikreechee so he heads out to look for the nest.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

I almost forgot. The viridian balbis would be really nice but I don't see that happening. The amber hyperboloid would be my next choice. Still a pretty big chunk of the 6000 but I can add some from my personal coffers too.

Dalinar looks at Pon as though he has two heads when he mentions 'rigid morals'. It quickly turns to a flat stare when Pon starts lecturing him. He considers telling him that he thought Pon was doing a fine job without him. And maybe getting the chance to tell someone what to do without the rest of us disagreeing would lower your blood pressure. But he has lost interest in trying to argue with the man so he just continues staring until Pon wanders off.

Dalinar nods at Rush, "Very astute."

"Maybe the will be Miss Starr, I am not worried if they do. Finding Wint is a very good idea. He could have gotten into all sorts of trouble by now."

Dalinar walks over to the nearest draelek and slashes out with Stag Render.

"I am not very fond of you either."

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12