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Tomorrow I am leaving for a Dizzying World of dwarves, witches, princesses, fairies, pirates and flying elephants, so this will probably be my last post until at least next Wednesday.

If Darakwinn is close, she'll stabby stabby with her pike -
dice=Tactical Pike]1d20 + 3[/dice] dice=Piercing]1d8 + 4[/dice]

If she's far, it's mind bullets time -
dice=Telekinetic Projectile]1d20 + 3[/dice] dice=Bludgeoning]1d6[/dice]

If the vote comes up before I'm back she'll vote for Nykiti.

"Could have been a trap. But it wasn't. So, it all worked out," Darakwinn comments.

She heads toward the pyramid to investigate it and see if what they're looking for is inside it.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Perhaps ironically given her heritage, Darakwinn doesn't know much about engineering or computers but the text catches her attention.

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"As soon as we find whatever is causing the power drain. Maybe it's also the thing trying to cook the organics in the pyramid," Darakwinn replies to Trober.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"Hmm...those are First Ones," Darakwinn says, pointing at the statues.

"And this iconography is for the Faction of Anacites known as Those Who Wait. And they're waiting for the First Ones," she continues.

She carefully approaches the pool of oil, expecting trouble out of it.

Darakwinn is a pretty direct person and that's how she tackles most problems, so she checks the seals on her armor, since she suspects the people here don't worry too much about breathable atmospheres, and starts to stride right toward the front of the temple.

She's not stupid, though so she keeps an eye out for threats.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

"I'm up for a game," Darakwinn volunteers when the Imperial Conquest board comes out.

She chats with Roclaw about the asteroid where she was born and raised and the mining that went on there.

"Can't say I much care about what big folk did, but looking toward the past isn't a bad idea. Besides, we agreed to hear out and help out all the new candidates so...we'll head out to this...temple and see what's what," Darakwinn replies to the request.

"I suspect you dabbled with things you should not have and did not understand. We'll be taking them off your hands so that such occurrences don't happen again," Darakwinn says.

With the sword already in hand by someone else in the group, she goes to pick up the dragon.

Darakwinn heads right for the dancing sword, ignoring the waves of energy. Or at least not letting them distract her.

"Now, now there, fella. Just calm down. Come to your pal Darakwinn," she says in the sort of soothing voice one might use to calm down a dog that is running around a park off leash.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

If I'm not close enough I'll double move toward it.

"A good mandate. There is far too much focus on technology these days and not enough on the magical wonders of the universe," Darakwinn says.

She takes out her pike and approaches the body and sword though she focuses most on the sword.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

"What was that vision you just had? It sounded like danger," Darakwinn says. It's hard to tell whether she's excited or nervous about the prospect.

"When you say 'procure' do you mean 'go pick them up' or 'bring them back without the person who owns them knowing?'" she asks about the mission.

"If you don't cease this aggression we will be forced to answer your attack with a violent response!" Darakwinn barks.

The irony that they're the ones who attacked first and continue to fight is completely lost on her.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Darakwinn marches up, unlimbering her tactical pike as she approaches and getting a good angle past Antethriss to stab the northern monster.

Tactical Pike: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Piercing: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Darakwinn's talents are still highly unsuited to the tasks at hand.

So, she just tries to climb a tree to grab some of the fungus.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Dwarves are not meant to climb trees...

Darakwinn has no training in any of the things that would help in this situation. She just has to trust her innate understanding of the universe.

Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

"There's no samples closer?" Darakwinn asks.

"I thought we were going to be able to get all these interviews done today, not have to take a trip to Near Space."

She doesn't mention having any place to be so it may just be her curmudgeonly nature coming through.

"Drop it or get dropped," Darakwinn growls.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Darakwinn's eyes narrow as she watches exchange out in the crowd. She looks around, realizing that anything she would try to do would just ruin what they've already accomplished.

"Those dirty..." Darakwinn begins but then remembers where she is.

"I mean, yes. They should remember that this is only a demonstration and what will happen if that demonstration goes wrong," she says, getting off the enercycle and taking a firm grip on her pike.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Darakwinn scowls when the second page is pointed out to her then sighs, heavily.

"You got it, boss," she flatly intones at the correct moment.

"What? I mean, 'thanks comrade, now I'm, oh Angradd preserve me, now I'm wheely ready to fight."

Athletics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

She manages to run the cycle into several objects on stage.

"Would you like me to carry him?" she finally asks, hoisting Anthethriss up and hustling offstage in relief.

Darakwinn looks at her script, squinting at the words.

"Ahem, Leader! I should say my excellent fighting had something to do with it!" she reads mechanically, though delivering the final word of each sentence with an exclamation (since that's when she sees the exclamation point.)

She does understand the stage direction of unsheathing her weapon and pulls the pike off her back, somehow managing to brandish it and hold her script.

"Hit them with the pointy end!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Perhaps it is the way her disdain for the whole process enhances her scowl, but she manages to look quite intimidating.

Darakwinn begins pacing around the stage and moving out through the seats facing it. She grumbles to herself as she looks at the script and also at the stage.

"That rock needs to be moved! I can see the parts behind the stage from here. Where is the leader going to stand when he says 'Say, has anyone seen Acrobat?'"

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

Darakwinn is not particularly bulky so she's comfortable in the small car and isn't nearly as worried about death and dismemberment as Trober.

She doesn't seem very convinced by Aurora's argument, though, as evidenced by the way she sits with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I am a warrior, not an actor," she says through gritted teeth.

Yet, as others accept the assignment, she snatches a script marked "Warrior" away from Rishir.

As the briefing gets started, a dwarf woman with the pale hair and pale eyes of a generations long asteroid miner family makes her way into her room. Heavily armed and armored, the holy symbol of Angradd emblazons her chest.

"From those descriptions, Sarmak seems the best candidate, to me. But I suppose, for the sake of fairness, we should visit them all. Might as well start at the top of the list and visit this...Everbright individual," she says, clearly not impressed by the woman's description and mission.

Got mine, thanks!

I updated the RPG Chronicles.

Darakwinn's joy over their victory turns to bitter irritation when they discover it was no victory at all.

"Indeed. Someone's going to give us those artefacts back and a little flesh in the balance."

The shot barely catches Darakwinn but it's enough to burn a tiny hole in her armor and the flesh beneath.

It's also enough to set off retribution as her shimmering armor cracks and then travels back down the path the laser took in millions of tiny shards.

Activating my Reflecting armor. He takes 2 damage in return with a DC15 Reflex save for half

Then, she moves to get a better angle on the guy and flings some of the debris he created at him.

Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Bludgeoning: 1d6 ⇒ 1

"You don't think they're going to take that out of our paychecks do you?" Darakwinn says as one of the thugs keeps smashing up priceless artifacts.

She steps over Omen's prone form and gets closer to the thugs.

Focusing she sends a Litany to Angradd into the mind of the purple one.

Casting Daze. DC14 Will save or he's Dazed for 1 round (can't act but doesn't suffer any AC penalty. It doesn't work if he's CR 4 or higher.

"Collateral damage, eh? How about some direct damage in return?" Darakwinn says, getting close enough to take a stab at Omen with her pike.

Tactical Pike: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Piercing: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"That's why I don't wear high heels," Darakwinn comments as Shari goes stumbling which causes her to go fumbling with grenades.

She follows in Dominar's wake and calls upon Angradd not to protect her but to make those who would cause her harm to suffer for it.

Casting Reflecting Armor.

Darakwinn salutes the soldier from Angradd's Army as the ancient stone statue he was possessing is smashed into pieces.

She approaches blue, drawing her pike along the way to give him a stab.

Tactical Pike: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Piercing: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"Shame on you! That's a priceless cultural relic!" Darakwinn calls out, mentally picking up a piece of the statue that got broken off from his attack and flinging it at the attacker in blue.

Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Bludgeoning: 1d6 ⇒ 2

The power of Angradd can turn anything into a weapon. Darakwinn moves closer to two of the attackers then hurls a comb with metal bristles used to straighten the wool of a particularly hearty species at the one in darker blue from one of the nearby displays.

Telekinetic Projectile: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 Piercing: 1d6 ⇒ 2

"Now this is my kind of party!" Darakwinn says, with a grin.

She begins calling on reinforcements.

Casting Summon Creature 1 (1 Round action)

Abruptly, Darakwinn remembers that Minqalli is not supposed to be there.

Being a rule follower most of the time, she does the most bending of them that she feels comfortable with and does not report the errant Starfinder to the proper authorities.

[b]"As an agent of the society, I will say that one of our core tenets is the collection and dispersal of information, including history, including history that occurred during the Gap. As you can see from the displays behind me, this is a spectacular collection of that sort of information and I am pleased to be both a spectator and participant," Darakwinn says, though her expression is much more of a scowl than Shari's.

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Having little patience for undisciplined anythings, including children, Darakwinn is quick to wade in and try to scruff one of the little menaces.

Athletics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Darakwinn goes to Professor Muhali's display. She looks it over for a time without speaking, her eyes narrowed in concentration. She continues to look without speaking for a while. And then a while longer.

"Aren't these the same symbols?" she asks, pointing to several scattered across the display.

"And these, but this one has this little curly part?

"And these two but one is sort of squarish and the other one is more ovally."

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

or

Culture (whichever is more appropriate): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Darakwinn's ears are keenly tuned for conflict so as soon as the belligerent halfling begins her attention is gained.

She joins her fellow Starfinders and Odesse.

"Hey, little man, this isn't the place for academic debate and people who are being rude will find out what rude really means so why don't you go drink until you pass out before you find yourself unconscious by other means?"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

"Besides, everyone knows that depending on the era and geographical location it could either be called a scraper or a biface."

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Darakwinn's formal outfit is little different from her on duty outfit. It is just her defrex hide, though well oiled and polished with rather ostentatious epaulettes attached at the shoulder. An impressive cape hangs from them and a broad sash loops across her chest and back from one of them. Matching greaves and bracers finish out the outfit and a small tiara is fitted over her helmet.

A pennant with Angradd's symbol hangs from her pike which is strapped to her back like a flagpole.

She moves immediately to the most interesting display.

"I find that you can learn the most about a culture by their weapons. Is the way a person thinks and behaves any more distilled to its truest essence than in the way they fight for their lives and kill for their beliefs?" Darakwinn says to Captain Sandel, though she stands next to the woman and gazes into the glass case.

Profession (Mercenary): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

Darakwinn looks at Minqalli questioningly and shakes her head at the response. She seems more pleased with Shari's idea until Shari gets further down the path of her logic.

She shakes her head again but does help arrange things in the pretty way. That'll attract more people, anyway.

Perception (aid): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

"This looks like a good spot," Darakwinn says, picking a spot that can be seen from the entrance and most of the main thoroughfares but down a side path.

"Minqalli, give me a hand setting this stuff up," she calls to her fellow Starfinder who seems to know the lay of the land.

Darakwinn frowns as Jeletal identifies herself as a disciple of another deity. She's open minded about religion, as you must be, but that doesn't mean that she isn't irritated when she meets someone who is a dedicated devotee of someone other than Angradd.

"People tell stories. Objects are just objects," she says.

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Darakwinn looks sharply toward Dominar when he starts to mutter about angles and cleavage but then chuckles to herself and shakes her head as he finishes his thought.

"Anyone else feel like Zovi may have given this tour a few too many times? Seemed hard for her to break from the script every now and then."

She's not really a jewelry person so she heads to the statuettes to examine them.

Darakwinn doesn't appreciate that her attempt to warn the Vesk away didn't work, but she does appreciate proper procedure. Security and organization are important in war, after all. Though she scowls through the process she doesn't grumble or give any other signs of protest.

She stands a bit straighter when the curator arrives.

"Darakwinn Ironhead. Angradd's servant and Starfinder. I look forward to helping with this display and compliment Amyik on her diligence."

Darakwinn has a decent Intimidation so she could Captain, but she's better suited for the Magic Officer role.

Darakwinn doesn't like the idea of going into another god's temple and that sets her on edge. She finds Minqalli to be a bit much as well, not to mention the Dromada addition to their group whose social anxiety feels contagious.

So, she hardly notices any of the displays and she's in no mood when the Vesk guard arrives (though she does agree with her about Minqalli's behavior.)

"We're the Starfinders assigned to this detail. This is our display.
We're supposed to be here." she says flatly and with a steady glare.

Intimidation: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

"You have to admire the discipline it takes to gather and install that many shells," Darakwinn says.

She falls more on Radaszam's side when it comes to things like this, though. What is the purpose of knowing such facts?

But, it is important to get as much intel as possible so touring the museum, at least to determine security risks is a good idea.

She'll just have to be careful with her pike. It can get a little awkward maneuvering with a weapon more than twice your height, sometimes.

"Can't be afraid of a little hard work. Though, setting up some fancy display isn't exactly work, in my book," a second dwarf, this one a woman says.

She is also currently without any weapons though her Defrex Hide armor is well fitted and well cared for.

It also prominently displays the smoking forge that is the holy symbol of Angradd.

"Darakwinn Ironhead. At Angradd's service but here to help on this mission, for now."