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My Chronicle looks good and thanks for a good game.

I hope you used a cheesy sports announcer voice when interviewing the players at the table. In live play, the more you can do to get people engaged, the better.

Darakwinn uses her newfound connection to Captain Thar to drum up some business.

Day Job -Profession (Mercenary): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18

Darakwinn cleans herself and her armor up. Given her profession, her armor is the equivalent of a 3 piece suit, and she stands at military attention as she prepares for her turn to participate in the presentation.

When her turn comes up, she partially agrees with and partially disagrees with Floota.

"Specialists are assuredly necessary to purge the dark magics that infest the asteroid but I cannot condone destroying it after what we found. The final resting place of a great hero, the suffering and defiance of the trox slaves, even the misguided but innovative creations of the duergar deserve to be studied and remembered," she says.

She is careful to modulate her tone and words with regard to both what she's seen of their audience's reactions and how they react to her words.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 3 = 18

I think you did a good job. The pace was good and the descriptions of the action were good.

And, of course, I always enjoy when people play along with my Shenanigans so calling the last bad guy Alice was much appreciated.

I will admit that the Something in the smoke and steam bit left me wondering what was going on and anticipating an ambush that never happened. The only critique I will give to that part is that I don't remember it being resolved and I wondered if it was more/different opponents or neutral watchers or what. A post saying that the other lice scatter after the first ones are defeated or that they swarm the place where we were after we move on would be good.

Also, the skill challenge was pretty seamless. It felt like a skill challenge that would be in the adventure.

Seeing that mental attacks are not going to work, and watching it smash one of her summoned allies into so much dust and rubble, Darakwinn says:

"I shall avenge you, brother," and uses her connection to Anggrad to hurl some of that rubble at high velocity at Alice.

Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Bludgeoning: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Darakwinn can help Aphelion, but not in the heat of battle. Except by making sure he doesn't get hurt any further.

She's not sure if Alice has a mind, but if it does, she makes a piercing thrust at it.

Mind Thrust Damage DC15 Will Save for half: 2d10 ⇒ (7, 2) = 9

Darakwinn gives a nod of thanks to Vega, coughing a bit more before focusing. Fighting against the urge to hack in the middle of it, she offers up a prayer for assistance to Angradd. With no weaknesses evident, she simply summons creatures that are good at brawling.

Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Darakwinn can't answer as she starts hacking and coughing in an alarming way.

Although, that is an answer in and of itself to Vega's question about needing something to protect her from the smoke.

"Return to the miserable fate from whence you have wrested yourself, Alice!" Why does Darakwinn call the creature Alice? Because her player secretly hopes "Alice" comes to replace "Creature" in the Round summaries.

She summons up a razor-sharp spinning circle. Close examination indicates that it is actually axes made of pure force spinning so fast that they blur together.

She hurls it at "Alice."

Force Disk vs. EAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Force: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 1) = 8

Only then does she study it to try to figure out what reinforcements would best be summoned to deal with it.

Recall Knowledge to learn weaknesses, then immunities, then resistances. Culture +6, Mysticism +12

Really, there's no need to rush, at least not on my account.

The health of your mother and your mental peace around that is more important than this game.

"At least they had faith to see them through," Darakwinn comments somberly over the remains as more facts about them are revealed.

She makes her way down toward the crude forge that has been created. "Do you think it was intended to mimic the other one?" she says.

It is surely too primitive to actually duplicate the Solarian Forge's abilities.

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I hope your mother feels better soon!

"We should toss these in the lava. They don't deserve to be preserved. Complete destruction is the best for them, " Darakwinn says as the cybernetic implants are removed.

Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Darakwinn manages to translate the message, or at least the pertinent parts and reads it aloud.

"I guess we need to watch out for this 'Star Margrave,'" she says.

Then, as though inspired by a beneficent god (other than Angradd) she decides to expand her search from the physical to the magical.

Cast Detect Magic

"Dirty, stinking duergar," Darakwinn mutters as the nature of the cybernetics becomes evident.

She turns to Floota. "Remove them if you can. They no doubt suffered enough because of them while they were alive. It feels cruel for their remains to hold those marks after they are dead."

Darakwinn follows her fellow dwarf down the west tunnel.

Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

"There's something weird here. Trox, despite their appearance, are generally peaceful and native to a moon around Liavara. Early on, they had some capacity for space travel and explored the Pact Worlds. Unfortunately, sometimes that meant they ran across some bad folks who enslaved them. Understandably, that means they're usually vehement opponents of the practice," she says as she sees the dead trox.

"But what is really weird is that they're tough and good diggers, so it's hard to believe living trox would die from getting buried."

Darakwinn grunts in recognition as Vega makes her announcement and the truth clicks into place. It is obvious, now.

Just as it is obvious that the lens has built up too much energy and is in a dangerously unstable state. She prays to Angradd for assistance and guidance in bleeding it off.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

"No doubt," Darakwinn answers Vega's question. "Whatever the mirror is for, it's not working well. Let's figure out if we want it to or if we want to finish breaking it."

She moves forward to explore the central chamber.

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

Though much of what they find only reveals more about the Duergar, Darakwinn is ever more pleased that they didn't end up just blasting this rock from orbit.

She has little immediate use for the gear they find and leaves it to the others.

"I wonder what the mirror is for," she comments, her attention drawn to the most prominent item in the massive chamber.

Congratulations!

Is this your first year?

Darakwinn switches over to her keen insight into the physical world.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

It seems she should stick to the metaphysical.

Darakwinn allows Angradd (and her knowledge of the world beyond this one) to guide her as she searches for what is most important in the maze of rooms and corridors.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 12 + 2 = 31

"Moooove!" Darakwinn growls, digging in and capitalizing on her sturdy build to leverage the doors while also applying her will to overwhelm the resistance of the doors.

Athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

"Always happy to help a cousin," Darakwinn replies to Balin. "Those things did look pretty brawny."

When they get to the doors she quirks and eyebrow.

"Well, I guess I didn't go through basic training for nothing," she says.

As the others use physics and tools, she uses good old fashioned brawn.

Athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Unless Balin has another way of doing it, I'll use my Healing Touch to heal up his HP loss.

Darakwinn starts working her way around the machinery and flings a bit of debris from it at the red Trox, tsking about the poor craftsmanship and maintenance that would allow her to pull part off.

Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Bludgeoning: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Summon Creature takes a full round to cast so they won't show up until Darakwinn's next turn.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

Darakwinn says a potent prayer to Angradd, requesting that he send her powerful reinforcements.

The air starts to shimmer as the dwarven god of war answers one of his favored children.

Casting Summon Creature 2

Disappointed, but largely in herself for not proving worthy of freeing the hammer, Darakwinn nods to Balin. "May Angradd bless your hand while you wield it," she says.

"More light couldn't hurt," she says, even though she can see in the dark, it is limited in range and being able to see danger coming is always a benefit.

She heads over to the other control room to fully explore it before moving on to the doors at the other end of the catwalk.

Have we already explored the other control room?

"It's the Frozen Smith's Hammer!" Darakwinn declares when recognition strikes.

"We have to take that, too!"

She tries to jerk the hammer free of the chain that binds it.

Strength Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

But she's not strong enough.

Darakwinn handles the dwarven remains reverently, finding a safe spot in the control room. As they prepare for Aphelion to use his Solarion abilities to reactivate the Solarion stone, she stands just outside the door of the control room with her pike ready.

She nods to the Solarion thankfully to indicate her readiness for him to help bring this site that has proven so special to her ancestry back online and says an extensive prayer for guidance and assistance to Angradd.

Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

"Yes. There's a difference," Darakwinn growls as though that fact should be obvious and she's offended that there's a question about it, though she does not deign to explain.

Instead she examines the body. What begins as a casual search grows more intense and rapid, her expression growing more filled with cautious wonder and awe the whole time.

"By Angradd's strong right arm!" she declares as she notes that his clothing comes from the first century after the gap and she finds a hidden badge on him. "I think this might be Avaldur Rhols, alegendary dwarven peacekeeper of the decades following the Gap prior to the Stewards’ creation.

"His name was a byword for relentless investigation and tireless justice.

"He disappeared during a mission at about the time of the Pact Worlds’ foundation in 41 ag, and his implied death has been the subject of conspiracy theorists ever since!"

"We have to get these remains genetically tested to confirm the body’s identity!

"To think, we thought about blowing this place up without exploring it!"

Darakwinn is a warrior but not a savage. The victory is theirs, she sees little need in slaughtering a fleeing opponent that is unlikely to be a threat in the future.

She waits long enough to be relatively sure it's not coming back before turning her attention back to the crucible.

With the yellow bug thing close and close to dead, Darakwinn keeps stabbing it with her high-tech poking stick, technology that has been around and effective for thousands of years.

Tactical Pike: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Piercing: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Assuming that someone else will finish off the black bug and seeing that yellow might decide she's a tasty treat, Darakwinn ignores the former and takes a stab at the latter.

Tactical Pike: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Piercing: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Darakwinn isn't particularly strong, so peeling bugs off of people doesn't seem like the best thing she can do. Nor does getting too close to the one still roaming free, so she prays that Angradd will smite it, instead.

Telekinetic Projectile (Black): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Bludgeoning: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Hey guys, I'll be out all weekend and Monday. If Darakwinn's turn comes back up, she'll keep stabbing unless things turn dire, in which case she'll hurl a Forcedisk.

Come into pike range and you're going to get the pike.

As one of the bugs acrobatically infiltrates their lines, Darakwinn makes a stab with her own extra long spear.

Tactical Pike: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Piercing: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

"Mine's bigger," she teases her fellow dwarf.

"It's stuck," Darakwinn states the obvious when she gets to the crucible. Despite growing up on a mining colony herself, she never took the time to learn about machines so she just starts trying to shove and wrestle it loose.

Strength Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Darakwinn pulls out her pike, says a quick prayer to Angradd to give her victory and follows Aphelion carefully.

Hopefully the path curves back around and doesn't just end at the edge of the map...or they're going to have to double back.

Darakwinn squints against the heat and haze, glad that she has her environmental seals active to protect her from some of it.

"Angradd preserve us," she mutters as she spots the crucible and can already tell a little of how badly damaged it is. She doesn't know much about fixing things, but she's ready to add her muscle to the effort as she starts marching toward it.

"Well, I guess we better get down there and get some repairs going," Darakwinn says, grasping one of the chains.

"Unless anyone has a better idea?"

If no one does, she begins the climb down.

Athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

"Getting this thing running again would be a wonder. If you can use your solarian abilities to make that happen, it would be appreciated, Aphelion. I think that will take less time than if I perform the ritual," Darakwinn comments.

She doesn't mention the distaste she feels over the idea of performing the Droskari ritual.

"Those bald bast-" Darakwinn mutters to herself as she realizes the duergar stole this device.

"This thing has cultural, religious and technological significance," she tells the rest of the group. "It's actually a good thing it didn't get nuked from orbit."

Boy Did I Ever Bring the Right Character to This Adventure Mysticism Check: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

And Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"We really can't let this thing be destroyed," she says with a sigh, but also with a bit of wonder in her voice.

"It reproduces solarian energy and a solarian could help jump start it, but more importantly, the energy is linked to Lost Torag. That means it's probably older than the Gap.

"And in true Droskar fashion, once the ritual with the hammer starts, you can't really stop.

"Given the dwarven construction the duergar have tried to overwrite and erase, I'd say it's been here since some time during the Gap which means that there's probably more information and technology of historical significance here."

Keeping a wary eye on the lava bubbling below them, Darakwinn makes her way carefully to the center of the platform as Aphelion searches the other room.

"Found the hammer!" she shouts for the benefit of the rest of the group.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

If Loxx is expecting thanks, he'll be disappointed. Darakwinn just glares at him.

"I had it," she growls, though that statement seems patently false.

She moves very carefully (and not too gracefully) to get off the roof.

Before they move on to the other control room, she takes a look at the instructional hologram.

Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

"Yeah, I think any hammer will do," she says.

Darakwinn doesn't resist at all. Once she actually reads what the button does, she slaps it.

Which may be why the mechanism jams. Muttering something about the shoddiness of Duergar engineering, she takes a deep breath, steels herself, then lurches out into the open area over the lava.

Athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

After easily clambering up on top of the control room, she starts kicking the canister with both feet.

Athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

But it won't budge.

"It's important for everyone to know why they're here," Darakwinn says with a nod.

"So just hit this switch?" she asks, indicating the controls that she thinks will launch the fire-retardant canister.

Are there skill checks associated?

She sees the super heated gas rise and is glad that they at least have protection from that, even if she's still pretty sure they'll get cooked like crispy and juicy chicken if the lava surrounds this chamber.

Normally, Darakwinn would stay outside under the principal that jamming everyone into a single room is a good way to get them all exploded at once.

But, that lava does, indeed, look very dangerous. Not that she expects a room to be able to provide a lot of protection against it, but it's better than just standing outside for it.

"Hey! You look like you know your way around a keyboard," she says to Vega. "Can you hack this thing? Maybe there's some kind of controls to deal with the lava."

Darakwinn knows the importance of unit cohesion and follows the rest of the group to the chamber. She doesn't know much about locks, though so she stays towards the back, pike ready and keeping an eye out for any threats that might try to approach from the rear.

"Any ideas how to make the lava inactive?" Darakwinn asks, drawing her pike but not yet marching out onto the platform.

She likes fighting in the name of Angradd but getting burned up by lava is not on her list of to-dos.