Deger Skyhammer's page

Wow, now thats an ending!

Chronicle looks great. Thanks for having me!

"I don't think I'd vant to wrestle if I had a 'roid but different strokes and all that."

Deger does not enjoy dancing. He understands that this is a public image thing though so he joins in. But his dancing couldn't be any less half-assed.

Did Moxie step towards me? I'm using a reach weapon from 10 feet away. Either way...

"You've done vell yourself Moxie. The honor is all mine though." Deger stabs at Moxie in return.

Stabby vs KAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Pierce damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Unfortunately he stabs poorly.

"You seem stressed Moxie. Let me help vith that." Deger concentrates for a second and then Moxie is inundated with psychic information. "Oops. Help, harm. Sometimes I mix those up."

Mind Thrust Damage: 2d10 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6

Casting Mind Thrust. DC 13 will save for half damage.

Deger shakes his head and moves on down the corridor. He tries to stop himself at the wall and reattach his boot clamps.

Athletics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

"Bite this, halfling!" Deger shouts as he thrusts his pike.

Stabby vs KAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Pierce damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

I'm not sure if Frank and I are flanking Moxie or not. Do you have a gun or melee weapon out Frank?

Assuming someone calls me and Frank to let us know the jig is up...

"Frank, get behind me. I don't doubt you can take of yourself but you have the flag and I don't."

I'll ready another action to poke any enemy that gets in poking range.

I just noticed that boot clamps give a bonus to the stopping check

Deger continues trying to stick with Frank. Once next to the other dwarf he turns sideways and tries to stick to the wall.

Athletics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Deger pulls himself through the doorway...

Athletics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

And has to take time to reorient himself again.

"This is vhy I vanted to stay put."

That's all correct on mine.

Deger curses a little, "Very well."

He continues to grumble some as he kicks off after Frank.

Athletics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

He has to take a moment steadying himself against the doorway.

I will also use a 2nd move to end off-kilter.

Deger watches the others float about the ship. He calls over his head to Frank, "Now this is a job for dwarves. Keep our feet planted on the ground, so to speak anyway."

I'll continue readying until something changes.

Deger points his pike at the door and looks mean.

I'll ready an action to poke any enemy who comes into range of my reach weapon.

I should've put myself next to Frank during the prep. Is it alright to do so now?

"I am no good with those pea shooters so in zero G I will be pretty limited. Let me stand next to Frank and put on my boot clamps. I'll stab anyone who figures out the ruse. You mind standing still in here Frank?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

"Yes they have," Deger says to Smek, "and I heard that one say that they vere sabotaging our flag. Ve better check on it."

"She asked if ve could chat and then didn't have anything to say. That and being unused to people actually saying vhat they mean instead of beating around the bush tells me that she isn't to be trusted," Deger tells Rose-5. Then adds to himself, "Simple. Humph! As though being straightforward makes me an idiot. I'll tell her vhere she can put her gift...

"Yes, I'm ready for vhatever horror you have vaiting for us now."

Deger doesn't seem to know what to make of Datch. "Yes, ve are very delightful. Er, vhat did you vant to talk about?"

Its too late to try leading with something other than diplomacy isn't it?

I can try if you guys want but it probably won't turn out well

"Expand my horizons eh?" Deger thinks for a moment, "Nah, my Da alvays made things the same vay. Because it tastes good. If it ain't broke, don't fix it I alvays say."

Deger keeps doing things the old fashioned way, as dwarves usually do.

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Deger slaps Zez'ka on the hand with his spoon. "Oy! You can't put that sauce on the bird meat, that's vhat I'm making this for!"

Deger tries to finish his sauce before anyone else tries to marinate with the wrong stuff.

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Deger kicks the stove and says a few dwarven words that will have to be bleeped on the broadcast.

"Bah! Somebody come fix this thrice-blasted thing!"

I was thinking that Deger was bad at Survival. He's actually only mediocre, I guess I had another character in mind. I'll go ahead and roll to help butcher, if it's too late disregard

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

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Deger rolls up his sleeves, figuratively, and gets to work cooking. He takes a large spoon and is ready to slap the hand of anyone who tries to help but is doing a bad job.

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

"Vell, excuse me for being vorried about that monstrosity eating someone," Deger says pointing at the...whatever it is that came out of the cocoon.

With a deep sigh Deger turns around and heads back towards the new fight.

Double move.

I didn't see any mention of difficult terrain so this action assumes there is none. If that's not true I will try again.

Seeing the other non-bug menu item about to bolt Deger curses his short legs once again. He then rushes towards the animal wildly, demonstrating the reason his people aren't known as great woodsmen usually. He makes sure to hold his pike tightly during his mad dash.

Full action to run. I think that's 75 feet of movement.

Deger frowns at the cocoon."Fowl is alvays a safe bet. I vote ve go after the bird."

Deger's eyes bulge out at his fellow dwarf. "Fun!? Trying not to fall into a lava pit is not my idea of fun. There had best be a prize for vinning this contest."

Sorry to hear that. We can wait, no worries.

Deger moves onto the moving platform nearest him then switches over to the faster one. "Vork smarter, not harder. Another of my Aiti's favorite sayings."

I think I did the conveyer right. On the faster one a move action is 40 feet instead of 20 yes?

Full of confidence after making the first, longest, jump, Deger tries again.

Athletics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

He barely makes it and isn't quite as confident for the next one.

Athletics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

But he makes it.

Deger takes a look at how far that first jump over the lava will be then down at his stumpy legs. His mind begins working on some other solution.

Were those planks over the bog attached to the ground in some way? If not what kind of bulk were they? And how hard would it be to go back up the chute? Ninja'd

"Ve could alvays just valk on the non-glowing parts."

I assumed grabbing the pack from under the chute was merely a matter of grabbing it. Unless it is more complicated to get to I grabbed it and looked inside.

"It vas soggy, disgusting and it squeezed me. I do not recommend trying it yourself."

"If this is how all of my outings as a Starfinder vill go maybe it's time I retired." Despite his grumbling Deger picks up the pack and moves out of the way of the chute before looking inside. He stops short of the weird looking floor, "I don't like the looks of that."

Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

I'll wait to see what happens here before taking my turn because I'm sure its no good.

Deger retrieves his pike and chokes up on his grip. "No one invited you to dinner blob. Back off!" Then he tries to stab it.

Stabby vs KAC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Pierce damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

I've got a feeling that stabbing it won't work very well but you work with what ya got. Well that one definitely didn't work.

Deger continues his slog through the muck towards the wall and then tries to get to the top.

It'll take two move actions for me to climb 30 feet so I'll roll twice in case I need to. I believe I'll still have 10 feet of movement at the top.
Athletics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Athletics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Once at the top he makes his way towards Smek and slides down. Halfway down he notices the ooze and mutters some choice words before smacking into it.

Seeing what Frank is doing, Deger follows suit. "Good idea. As I mentioned, top heavy."

Another double move. Will we have to climb up once we get to the other side?

"I like the sound of you stepping on the traps first," Deger replies to Smek. He then follows the Ysoki out of the room, albeit a little slower. As he moves Deger takes stock of the surroundings.

Double Move.

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Deger falls and lands directly on his head, fortunately he has his helmet on. "Hey! You can't do that to dwarves! Ve are top heavy!"

After rolling around like some shelled creature to find his feet, Deger takes a look around.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Then, just in case, the mystic will loon for any sort of magical signs.

Casting Detect Magic

Casting telepathic message.

Deger sends a thought to Moxie, {Don't pout, it doesn't send the message you're trying for.} If she turns back to look at him he gives her a wink.

"Trash talk, Deger says, with a harumph. "My dear Aiti used to say vhen I vas a boy, 'actions speak louder than vords'. Ve vill see who is the bozo."

Being a dwarf and a Starfinder, and not having been offered any shiny new things, Deger is already in his armor and ready to go. So, he waits while everyone else suits up. Standing off to the side he closes his eyes and looks to be meditating or something.

As soon as the others start mustering back together he goes back to his grumpy act. "Vell let's get this nonsense over vith."

"I vould say that's probably the case Rose." Then Deger turns to Radaszam, "But it doesn't really matter vhat this show asks us to do. If these Starfinders are as capable as the others I've met, ve vill do just fine. Let's get it over vith."

Well Frank is more Appalachian, but close enough. Though same let me know if it gets too annoying to read.

I've got an Appalachian accent myself and yeah, kinda close. I wasn't really calling you out personally though, more the stereotype.

"I don't know vhy ve care vhat other people think but that's above my pay grade anyhow. I also vant to know vhat this show is about."

Deger scowls at the Eoxian. "Don't talk about me like I'm not here or you'll feel the solidity of my fist. Can someone tell me vhat's going on now?"

Deger bristles at being called cute. Then his jaw drops open.

"Viewers?! Vhat exactly is it ve are doing here?"

I prefer nordic dwarves to scottish ones so I'll be replacing 'w's with 'v's. If it gets annoying to read let me know.

Deger sets his pike down next to his seat before sitting himself. "I'm called Deger. Joined the Starfinders not too long ago and have not met your boss." He takes in the swanky ship with appreciation.

A prologue sounds mighty fine.