Davrin Emalon's page

Looks like the ending, but just in case, I would be on vacation from tomorrow for a week until the following Sunday. Please bot where necessary. I have botting instructions on his profile page.

Davrin glows, pleased that he has had another satisfied customer. Even if it is not the usual way.

"Well, Lady Shrani, glad that you had a good time. My more personal services are still available. Completely unaffiliated with the Starfinders, I must add as a disclaimer," he finishes as he glances at Chiskisk. "But here's my contact..."

"Hey, it's your lucky day! You get to witness an actual gang fight on the streets of Absalom! Not all tourists get such a view." Davrin grins brightly, though tinged with a faint sorrow in his eyes. "But stay back, alright? Let me see how I can help end things."

He runs past HK, targeting the same creature, aiming to cut down their numbers quickly.

vs yellow: trick attack, vs DC20+target CR: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 15 + 1 = 29 flat-footed to following attack if successful add. dmg if hit: 1d8 ⇒ 7
thunderstrike sonic pistol vs EAC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14 sonic dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Davrin quickly grabs Shrani and pulls her back towards the nearest corridor, interposing himself in front. Uncharacteristically, Davrin keeps quiet, hoping not to draw attention to him and, more importantly, to Shrani.

I've positioned us according, if the GM allows for that. Not sure if that is just a move action, or a move and standard action. If Davrin still has a standard action...

profession(courtesan): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

Ok just updated. Thanks! That's a cool font.

Having run that particular scenario, I don't think the boon actually provides a portal into the room. I think they merely set aside a space for you to keep your gear so you still have to physically bring it there.

Davrin looks down at his small and slight build (Str 8) and grins. "Um, looks like I'm not going to be much help with this part of the mission."

(Davrin is 1 bulk away from encumbered.)

Yeah, but I'm worried Davrin might have done quite a bit of damage with all the intimidation going on earlier. Was hoping that veiled threat would masked that, but now I worry not. Oh well."

"Souvenirs you say? Any type you're looking for specifically? Snacks? Models? Oh, I know this place that sells a model of Absalom Station. It even hovers and revolves like the real one! And you make it follow you or patrol your room. Don't let the corner street vendors con you though. Their's can barely last a week or so. And there's rumours of someone who got electrocuted by one! You get what you pay for! Come!"

Taking a step back away to ensure his colleagues don't smear any oil onto Ratatat's pristine clothing, he says, "Yah guys... what happened??? Gremlins is one thing but what's with the burns and oil?"

"Yeah, that was a large leak... very dangerous. But we fixed it."

:)

Hmm, we know that she likes negotiations and hate crowds. Anything else? Trying to think what's the best way to respond.

"Well, as my very efficient friend has informed, yes we were briefly invaded by a bunch of gremlins. You've seen those before? Alas, if they had only given us the opportunity to talk first, find out what they are looking for and perhaps find some compromise. Instead, they were attacking the ship, putting countless lives in danger and completely hostile. Sigh..."

Do I need a bluff with that? Don't think that is a lie?

Did anyone catch the reference to Davrin's last line? :)

"Could someone take a look at the leak?" Davrin calls out in concern, even as he keeps up his attack on the gremlin.

"Is it my imagination or does this one look tougher than the rest? Just fall already!"

trick attack, vs DC20+target CR: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 15 + 1 = 34 flat-footed to following attack if successful add. dmg if hit: 1d8 ⇒ 6
thunderstrike sonic pistol vs EAC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22 sonic dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Gremlins? Are these the ones that can't touch water? How about oil?" Davrin yells as he gestures at the fountain.

On his quick feet, he circles around the obscurement and fires again upon the final creature.

vs orange: trick attack, vs DC20+target CR: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 15 + 1 = 29 flat-footed to following attack if successful add. dmg if hit: 1d8 ⇒ 6
thunderstrike sonic pistol vs EAC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 sonic dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Uh, Ratatat, nothing nothing! Everything's under control. Situation normal. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?"

"Well, looks like that's taken care of." Davrin starts to keep his pistol until he hears more commotion from the next room. "Well, guess not!"

He squeezes past Marguerite to the next room, seeing the poor beleaguered android. He quickly opens fire on the bizarre creature right in front of him.
I'm assuming the door is open.

"Again! What are these creatures?"

vs orange: trick attack, vs DC20+target CR: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 15 + 1 = 20 flat-footed to following attack if successful add. dmg if hit: 1d8 ⇒ 6
thunderstrike sonic pistol vs EAC: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24 sonic dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

For a small little halfling, Davrin can certainly move fast. He races down the corridor coming up behind the vesk. Panting to catch his breath, yet looking excited at the same time, he asks, "So what are we facing?"

"An attack on the ship!" Davrin looks torn between helping put down the attackers or guarding Shrani. Finally he makes up his mind. "Lady Shrani, I need you to barricade yourself in this room as soon as we leave, got it? Do let anyone else in unless you hear the code word, 'walking octopi', got it?"

With that, Davrin draws his pistol as he races to the battle scene.

Have moved Davrin as far as he can go.

Um, is anyone going to inform Ratatat and Davrin about the gremlins?

Sorry I didn't manage to post yesterday. But Davrin would have stayed with the ambassador anyway.

"This might be a deliberate sabotage," Davrin worries. "I'll stay with ambassador Shrani."

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Hearing no response to Ratatat's query, Davrin similarly hits his comms control. "Fellas? What's happening over there?"

piloting: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18
computers: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Davrin quickly gets to his feet. "Something's wrong! There shouldn't be turbulence this close to the station!" He rushes over to the control panel, removing the plating to see what the controls can tell him.

I'll be travelling from Mon to Thu. Should still be able to put up a post a day but timing might be off from usual. Please bot if necessary.

"Halfling authorities?" Davrin breaks out into a mirthful grin. "I would like to see who would attempt to claim authority over all halflings. Would need to get meself some popcorn for the show!"

He then cocks his head to one side, without losing his smile although it turns a smidgen serious. "And I guess that's my answer for you."

Davrin discreetly turns to Marguerite, his demeanour completely serious that you begin to suspect how much of his frivolity earlier has been just a front. "I was to agree with you, Lady Marguerite. It seems she is more amenable to diplomatic overtures. I'll cut it down. Thank you."

(I suspect she prefers diplomacy to intimidation, so Davrin will have to pull back and aid those stronger in diplomacy.)

Turning back to Shari and flashing a brilliant smile, Davrin replies, "I would say it depends very much on the people themselves. Home is where we establish ourselves to be. Having a bond back to the ancestral homeland is good for the soul - for continuity. We halflings have lost our ancestral planet and I don't deny longing at times to have a glimpse of what Golarion might have looked like. But Absalom Station is now my home, even should Golarion mysteriously reappear and nothing will change that."

"Well, you certainly have unusual approaches to negotiation. Is it usual for one side to continually seem less pleased at the end of the process? A side effect of 'negotiating the bill'?"

Davrin laughs uproariously. "Well, actually in my experience, my clients are usually very please after the... negotiations. Very pleased." He breaks into a rather naughty grin. "But guess there's always exceptions. Hope you like your squox!"

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"Organised tour? Great way to see everything in a short time. Absalom Station is an amazing place! Come let's go then!"

Just how reputable is this Periphery Stars?
Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

It seems each social attempt only works on one guardian, not on them collectively.

Keeping an eye on the squox he had birefly charmed earlier. "I see that least one of your colleagues has the right idea. C'mon, you know what's the best thing to do!"

intimidation: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12 Ooops... apparently not.

"Hey, hey, no necessity for the worry now. We are Starfinders on an important diplomatic mission, and acquisition of these Squoxes is central to that! Now, now, you wouldn't want to be responsible for a fallout between Absalom Station and the Damai civilisation, would you? Wouldn't look good on your resume if you know what I mean."

intimidation: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25 veiled threat

This is the first scenario I've been actually able to use veiled threat repeatedly and it is quite fun to come up with actual veiled threats. :)

Davrin eyes the wooden humanoids, but uncertain what they are or their intentions, turns back to the squox.

survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

And finally, seem to manage to corral one of them.

Feeling foolisher and foolisher by the minute (and yes, he knows those aren't proper words but that's how he's feeling right now), Davrin chases after the little critters. And of course, he stumbles and falls flat on his face.

survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Davrin was reaching for his pistol when Ratatat brought up a really good point. "Oh yes, this doesn't have stun settings."

Feeling somewhat foolish, he crouches down (making sure not to dirty his pants), and he goes, "Coo, coo! Come here little critter!"

survival, aid: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Going to play to her love for negotiation. Sorry short post as in a rush.

Davrin taps his nose in the universal symbol of ulterior motives. "Ah, you see, that was a ploy by the chef to intimidate for a larger tip for their services, and to cover up for an honestly sub-par service that doesn't match their reputation. Like I said, you know how the artistic types are. But you see, we called their bluff and in the bargaining process, kept to the stated price. And no tip at that!"

bluff: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Just in case it makes a difference, Davrin has veiled threat feat, so whoever is intimidated returns to indifferent after the intimidation, not unfriendly or hostile.

I’m flying off to London soon. Will likely be only able to check the forums about 18hrs later.

Davrin looks slightly taken aback at how quickly is recovering. "Uh, you're feeling ok? The swelling seems to be fading..."

"Ah, and don't worry about that little altercation. Just some chef who got in over his head. You know how these artistic people are..."

Ah! I think we were waiting for "Rx" to act first!

For a small figure, Davrin can be rather intimidating when he pulls himself to his fullest 3ft+ height as he glares at the chef. "You know, you are increasingly becoming an embarassment to yourself which I honestly could not care about, and an embarassment to your famed restaurant which while a pity when you are shut down, there are always other restaurants to bring my guests. But you are also becoming an embarassment to Absalom Station, who is here hosting such a famed dignitary who is every now suffering the indigities of your folly. And what is worst, you are embarassing me for I had, I now see erroneously, highly recommended your establishment to her. And-I-do-not-like-to-be-embarassed." He pauses her for dramatic effect before continuing. "So you best take back the false accusations you have just thrown and find some ways to recompense Lady Marguerite for the trauma she has undergone here tonight!"

intimidate: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

diplomacy, aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

"Um, what they said!" For a rare time in his life, Davrin got so flummoxed that he is lost for words. Cherish this.

Davrin opens his mind to the reading - he has nothing to hide. Although he hopes he gets some caypin tentacles.

Davrin glances briefly at Marguerite, and with an impish smile, he replies, "Marguerite, did you have to be so nasty with them? They were just doing their job." He then burst out in a deep and resonous laughter. "Ah well, we halflings are small but we don't get pushed around. 'sides, I think I couched it nice enough that they're not going to remember the slight by the end of the evening. Some finesse is always important, in gunplay and in negotiations."

This is what I actually had in mind for ほしけんさく... Glad GM had the same idea! :P

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now, this just won't do," Davrin speaks to the vesk bouncers with deep sorrow in his voice. A somewhat comical sight with a halfling that barely comes up halfway the height of the vesks, but he continues in all seriousness. "Clearly, you do not recall the countless times I have graced your establishment with movers and shakers in tow, or you would not have put us on such a dingy table. Imagine, what would be the damage to your reputation should I be forced to share my experiences with all my future clients? I mean, I would totally devastated should the mayor herself, whom I incidentally am entertaining next week, decide to rezone this area! What would happen to the poor caypin tentacles?" Turning around, he looks surprised. "But why the Mistdrops Falling On Willows room looks unoccupied now..."

intimidate: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Davrin has the feat Veiled Threat, so they return to indifferent instead of hostile after that intimidation.

With veiled threat, Davrin could take on some diplomacy situations.

"A meal? That's all?" Davrin looks vaguely disappointed but recovers quickly. "Well, fine dining is always a good start. That can definitely be arranged. After the tour, when you've worked up an appetite? You ever had sea urchin?"

Having brought many of his clients out for a nice evening before getting to the ... um main course, Davrin steps back and calls up ほしけんさく, a rather exclusive establishment with private rooms. Very private...

Any checks needed for this?

culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
"The damai are those gray-skin humanoids who... Ah, thanks protocol droid for the download. Save me the talking."

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The charming little halfling takes a seat with a flourish. You get the sense that if he had a cloak, it would have swirled dramatically over the back of the chair.

When it's finally his turn, he first tips his hat at the damai, and speaks with a twinkle in his eye. (The other is covered by an eye patch, but you can assume it's twinkling as well.) "Good day, most charming Guardian Shrani Kokulul. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Davrin Emalon, recently of the Starfinder Society. That is really my side distraction really, for Master Davrin has been, and I trust always will be, providing most excellent personal, and private ... hmm, how should I say, entertainment services. And for your brief visit here at Absalom Station, that is what you are looking for, no? Entertainment? Arrangements can be made completely customised to your pleasure. Special rates definitely. You won't find any better here, or I dare say, the entire Near Space!" He turn smoothly takes a hand and plants a gentle kiss on it.

bluff: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
sense motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

profession courtesan in case you haven't figured out yet... :)

Ally: Professional Hireling Access (Life Science, Mysticism, Physical Science)
Faction: Wayfinders Champion, Improved
Personal: Legacy Heritage
Social: Street Cred: Absalom Station
Slotless: Marked Field Agent, Star Sugar Heartlove!!!, Starfinder Insignia, Mobile Translator, Ghibran Linguist, Souvenir Cestus, Triunite Technotheurgy

Davrin tips his hat at the rest of crew before the briefing. "Greetings," he introduces to each with a charming, roguish smile. "Name's Davrin Emalon, halfling extraordinaire. Skilled in many things that need a set of deft hands and fingers. Getting to areas out of reach. Bringing your ship to places hard to reach. Scratching that itch that is hard to reach, if you know what I mean..." Again, that roguish grin.

"Did you say escort?" Davrin's eye (the other is covered by an eye patch) lights up visibly. As he listens further, he looks vaguely disappointed. "Oh, not that kind. Oh well, one never knows. She might be interested in that." He looks vaguely hopeful.

He finally pipes up. "How about us? What are we the Society looking for from this relationship?"

Not played this before.

My halfling operative checking in.

Davrin glances up at the constellations but other than appreciating the beautiful lines (for that is one of the things that the halfling knows how to appreciate), understands little of the stars and lines. Instead, he holds up his pistol as he steps quietly some distance behind Lenny.

"Lenny, well, that would have been a good idea if we checked the curtains before moving it..." he whispers.

"But you see, what's worrying though is that those guys we have be chasing also smashed through the jungles of Ukulam with seemingly little difficulty," Davrin frowns as he replies. "Well, except for one casualty that is." He glances over at their new member.

While the rest of the party takes a breather, Davrin keeps a lookout, trying to keep out of sight.

stealth: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25
perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

Pippimi pulls down and ducks into a dead zone between the elf solarian's legs...

What? :)

Davrin tries to avert his eyes from the explosion but is somewhat dazzled by it. He quickly circles back around again, and fires yet another shot. "Quick! Before he blows again!"

trick attack, vs DC20+target CR: 1d20 + 17 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 17 + 1 = 34 flat-footed to following attack if successful add. dmg if hit: 1d8 ⇒ 2
thunderstrike sonic pistol vs EAC, Pip: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 1 = 20 sonic dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Debilitating trick: If trick attack succeeds, flat-footed for 1 round

"Woah! That was nasty"

Davrin quickly pops off another shot while he circles around again, keeping the undead in his sights.

trick attack, vs DC20+target CR: 1d20 + 17 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 17 + 1 = 22 flat-footed to following attack if successful add. dmg if hit: 1d8 ⇒ 1
thunderstrike sonic pistol vs EAC, Pip: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 9 + 1 = 24 sonic dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Debilitating trick: If trick attack succeeds, flat-footed for 1 round

"Stupid walking piece of corpse! Die already! I mean die again! Whatever!" Davrin curses as he circles around the mummy and fires.

trick attack, vs DC20+target CR: 1d20 + 17 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 17 + 1 = 36 flat-footed to following attack if successful add. dmg if hit: 1d8 ⇒ 5
thunderstrike sonic pistol vs EAC: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22 sonic dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Debilitating trick: If trick attack succeeds, flat-footed for 1 round

Davrin raises his pistol and starts firing, racing towards one of the pillar just in he needs cover later on.

trick attack, vs DC20+target CR: 1d20 + 17 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 17 + 1 = 33 flat-footed to following attack if successful add. dmg if hit: 1d8 ⇒ 2
thunderstrike sonic pistol vs EAC: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19 sonic dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Debilitating trick: If trick attack succeeds, flat-footed for 1 round

Davrin continues to stare down the mummy. "Yes, she USED to. That means not anymore. The Devourer. The same one whose cultists are right now behind you destroying whatever heritage you are trying to preserve. While you are blocking the very people who are trying to stop them. Get it yet?"