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Where will you go when you leave?

Talos will free Lumna if it's deemed safe to do so.

Talos picks up the shortsword. Adding Sneak in case anyone can flank.

+1 Striking Silver Rapier, Stance: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (14) + 20 = 34
P: 2d6 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (6, 3) + 7 + 2 = 18
Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 6) = 8
Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 3

+1 Striking Cold Iron Shortsword, Agile: 1d20 + 20 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 20 - 4 = 26
P: 2d6 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (6, 3) + 7 + 2 = 18
Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8

Talos enters his stance and then readies an action should it break free…

Dread Marshal Stance, DC 27: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (9) + 21 = 30 => Stance is a 10' aura.

+1 Striking Silver Rapier, Stance: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (7) + 20 = 27
P: 2d6 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (6, 6) + 7 + 2 = 21
Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 5) = 6
Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Fort (E): 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (14) + 18 = 32

Talos's shoulders slump. He casts SHield, drawing upon the power of his Ioun stone.

He leaves the shortsword on the ground, wary of drawing an AOO as he stabs the Vessel again…

+1 Striking Silver Rapier, Stance: 1d20 + 20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 20 + 1 = 33
P: 2d6 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (5, 6) + 7 + 2 = 20
Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11
Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 2

… and again…

+1 Striking Silver Rapier, Stance: 1d20 + 20 - 5 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 20 - 5 + 1 = 23
P: 2d6 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (3, 4) + 7 + 2 = 16
Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 7

He prepares to trip the Vessel if it is struck by an adjacent ally:

Talos is 54/128

Tiny creatures writhe under the good Doctor's skin, pushing out from his pores and even his mouth, surrounding him like a cloud of flies.

Nanite Shroud makes him Concealed

Then he tosses away his scalpel and heals himself:

Battle Medicine, Assurance. Godless Healing: 24 = 24
Healing: 2d8 + 10 + 5 ⇒ (2, 5) + 10 + 5 = 22

Talos is 76/128

Talos reacts when Jaquard strikes the automaton-like creature, tripping it while distracted (or, trying to)::

Athletics (M) to Trip: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25

Topple Foe

Time me, gentlemen. Talos's nanites ignite, casting cold white light across his mannequin face as he peers around the corner.

Dread Marshal Stance, Nanite Surge, DC 27: 1d20 + 21 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 21 + 2 = 38 => Stance is a 20' aura.

He prances into the room and stabs his rapier into the Stasian coil. He wriggles it around in there just to see what happens.

+1 Striking Silver Rapier, Stance: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (20) + 20 = 40
P: 2d6 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (1, 5) + 7 + 2 = 15
Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 3) = 9
Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Stance, Stride, Strike. Enemy is frightened 1 on crit… unless it's immune to mental effects

Lumna is trapped somewhere down here, and we've helped Revecka who's opened the way down to the lab.

Talo senes motive.

"Does it matter?"

Talos circles around, doing likewise.

Check 1

Talos comes out and and lets his nanites burn like a torch, lighting up his mannequin face. He tilts a twisted grin at the yokels.
"Some of us were vile and twisted before even getting here. Now let us do our work in peace."

Intimidation (M), nanite Suge: 1d20 + 21 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 21 + 2 = 29
Intimidation (M), nanite Suge, Hero point if that Fails: 1d20 + 21 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 21 + 2 = 35

Check 2

"Kistur you provincial fool. Do you think a rusty cleaver can save you from mind control? That dull old thing couldn't even amputate a leg in under three minutes. If you want immunity to mind control I'd recommend a frontal lobotomy, though that involves a small icepick, you see…" The good android doctor describes the horrific procedure with his typical, emotionally detached bedside manner. I'll leave out the girly details no one needs that.

Anatomy Lore (T): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23
Anatomy Lore (T), Hero Point if that fails: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

I suppose we should quell this foolishness.

Talos heads outside to confront the yokels.

Talos looks at the battery. How long can that battery keep your heart beating? Can you route power to the door at least temoprarily so we cang get down there?

I don't trust Lumna. Let's go back to Revecka anyway.

any recall knowledge on creatures from this planet?

Taklos thinks about the Kistur's vision which included a woman in her 50s helping some alien entity. Is that woman Lumna? Of course, it seems this woman is ALSO an alien entity. how many aliens are in this old mansion anyway!? Assuming Revecka does not match this description; no age was noted.

Some clodthumper with a cow experienced a vision of you helping some entity trapped within an electrified cage. Who is the alien below?

Dr Talos will sense motive. -1 because he is emotionally unaware.

Deception (T): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18

Talos tries and fails to hide the beads of sweat dripping down his synthetic skin.

"Simple. Now back to our dear patient, Revecka."

Talos will indeed make the attempt.

Talos reconsiders. Perhaps we should try to go around. he points at the doorway down the hall from here. Moved on map

Talos attempts to sneak through, using Foil Senses to hide magical auras and whatever extrasensory feelers the ooze has. Will Hero Point if fail. He heads for the battery first.

What is it?

Hard to tell whether Talos is whispering about the puddle of ooze or ball of flame. Any Recall knowledge possible? Is the slime … pudding-like!?

If sneak is needed Talos has Foil Senses.

Talos nods and slinks back downstairs.

Talos nods in agreement with Alaric. Anything we can do here?

Medicine (E): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26 Also have Anatomy Lore

Talos take a moment, examining Revecka with his cold surgeon's eyes.

"Of course. Your metabolism is failing so quickly that you'll be dead in just a few hours; I'd be in a rush, too."

Thus, he wastes little time explaining their situation: they are on the trail of an alien signal and have a key that amplifies its telepathic abilities. He sticks to the facts, leaving subjective interpretations of dreams and visions out of it or now.

As a real doctor Talos is immediately interested in the bloody medical case.

"Who wants the antidotes? My body is… inured."

Who doesn't have Darkvision? Talos only has Darkvision so does not need the goggles.

Talos begins treating wounds two at a time with almost robotic speed. Ward Medic, Continual recovery

Treat Wounds, Assurance, Ward Medic, Continual Recovery for Sun Fire + Talos: 24 = 24
Healing: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (7, 4) + 10 = 21

Treat Wounds, Assurance, Ward Medic, Continual Recovery for Sun Fire + Talos: 24 = 24
Healing: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (7, 1) + 10 = 18

Treat Wounds, Assurance, Ward Medic, Continual Recovery for Sun Fire + Talos: 24 = 24
Healing: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (8, 6) + 10 = 24

Should be full now

Treat Wounds, Assurance, Ward Medic, Continual Recovery for Alaric + Jaquard: 24 = 24
Healing: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (1, 3) + 10 = 14 4 short, another treat wounds would get them to full so 50 min

Flat: 1d20 ⇒ 4

So much bubbly flesh: 3d4 ⇒ (2, 1, 3) = 6

-57 now I believe

Talos picks up his shortsword, takes a halfhearted swipe at the harpy, then moves out.

1d20 ⇒ 1

"Of course Jaquard what's a little more bubbling flesh between freinds?

Fire: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 5, 6) = 20

The doctor watches carefully, ready knock the harpy down if someone else hits her. Edited position on map based on this plan

Talos turns his melted face to #1 and gets to work.

+1 Striking Silver Rapier, Stance vs Dread Striker FF: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (7) + 20 = 27
P: 2d6 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (5, 6) + 7 + 2 = 20
Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11
Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 4

+1 Striking Cold Iron Shortsword, Agile vs Dread Striker FF: 1d20 + 20 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 20 - 4 = 32
P: 2d6 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (3, 4) + 7 + 2 = 16
Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7

Talos then drops his shortsword. "I pray to no god but the flesh." He quickly wraps a bandage around his arm:

Battle Medicine, Assurance: 24 = 24
Healing, Godless Healing: 2d8 + 10 + 5 ⇒ (5, 6) + 10 + 5 = 26

Flat: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Talos's artificial skin melts and bubbles but it doesn't seem to bother him. The flickering flames add to the eeriness of his smile before they die out.

"How resilient! Are you a normal harpy? I'll have to look inside."

Thanks to Sun Fire, Dread Striker means Harpy 2 is flat-footed to my attacks.

+1 Striking Silver Rapier, Stance vs FF: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (7) + 20 = 27
P: 2d6 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (3, 6) + 7 + 2 = 18
Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8
Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 3

+1 Striking Cold Iron Shortsword, Agile, Stance vs FF: 1d20 + 20 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 20 - 4 = 26
P: 2d6 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (1, 2) + 7 + 2 = 12
Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9

+1 Striking Cold Iron Shortsword, Agile, Stance vs FF: 1d20 + 20 - 8 ⇒ (13) + 20 - 8 = 25
P: 2d6 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (1, 3) + 7 + 2 = 13
Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 5) = 9

If #2 drops as I suspect it will after 1-2 of these attacks move into a flank on #3 with Jaquard then strike #3 with any other actions

Fort (E): 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (11) + 18 = 29 +1 circ. vs disease, poison, radiation

Talos's skin lights up as the nanites in his body energize; the cascading shadows make his rictus grin even more frightening.

"Time me, gentlemen!

Dread Marshal Stance, Nanite Surge, DC 27: 1d20 + 21 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 21 + 2 = 40 => Stance is a 20' aura.

Burning with cold light, the doctor dances into the room and stabs at Harpy 2's throat with his needle-like rapier.

+1 Striking Silver Rapier vs FF, Stance: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (17) + 20 = 37
P: 2d6 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (4, 4) + 7 + 2 = 17
Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11
Deadly: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Talos strokes his chin. "Hmmm." He produces his surgically-clean shortsword. "I've never dissected a harpy. Surely your vocal cords are a wonder to behold. Are they spongy? Elastic? " A needle-like rapier appears in the other hand. "Now hold still; you're in for a few moments of pain, but I simply must cut open your throats to have a look."

Talos nods. "Yes. I am definitely a real doctor."

Along the way he tries to confirm with the ghost… "So, there were four of you. Is that correct? How did you die?"

Performance (E): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19

Talos inspects the device but he's too distracted by the trail of blood.

"Yes, yes. In a moment, Vilo. First: did you observe the incident that caused this?" He points at the blood. Is it fresh?

Talos flip a bright little scalpel into his hand and cleans his nails.

Talos dances into the room and takes position behind the hellknight.

Talos skulks about, approaching and hoping his preternatural danger sense alerts him to any traps. He looks under the porch to see if there's a piece of wood he might procure, and use to push open the front door.

Trapfinder +18 M

Talos taps his manicured fingers against the lacquered wood of the coach. "I don't understand much of this, but this doctor seems foolish."

Talos knows these country folk love to protect their land. Thus, he turns his masklike face to the farmer, forming a rictus grin of sorts. He waves.

Diplomacy, Emotionally Unaware (T) to aid Alric: 1d20 + 15 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 15 - 1 = 27

"Is a cow ever just a cow!?"

"I was hoping for a weird interpretation, for example, how the dream seems to suggest that the farmer is struggling and that his livestock is not being properly cared for. The broken crown symbol on the cows may suggest his loss of authority or control over his demesne. The fact that the farmer is disoriented and does not properly close the gate could symbolize carelessness."

"Not that I've ever dreamed, mind you."

Talos is ready

"I am ready for a wagon ride into the backwater of civilization."

Talos turns his mask into a smile and looks at the monk. "Jaquard. Hug any bears lately? No, I suppose not."

Ziri chuckles before continuing. … Can you imagine traveling to an entirely new planet?"

He fidgets with a teaup, forgetting to drink. "From what I saw they're generally desolate, or filled with horrible monsters."

" Zarta mentioned it should help us pinpoint the location of the source. What do you say, shall we take a look?"

Since there's only one key, the box containing it was given to... 1d4 ...Sun Fire Boom Boom. Of course.

"Finally!" The doctor peers over Sun Fire boom Boom's shoulder…

Dr. Talos wanders the Grand Lodge garden, and yawns.

He carries a polytool in hand, idly lopping the heads off flowers as he pads hither and thither. He cannot be still. His free hand constantly strokes his waxed mustache or flutters about and smooths his pencil-thin eyebrows. The polychrome under his skin glitters in the light and some kind of intricate, rose-gold tattooing runs all the way from his forearms to the pads of his soft fingertips.

Talos's expression isn't that of a man's, but rather a mannequin's — immobile, frozen in place, never changing. Yet it's also expressive: the good doctor can tilt his head around in the light to simulate a range of feelings, making the shadows dance across his sharp features to subtly change his face and show sorrow, glee, desire, hatred, ennui, rage, and many other such emotions.

He turns this grinning mask to the runner, who drops Zarta's letter in the grass and dashes off.

After reading the missive, Talos tucks the key into his breast pocket. "Well, well, well. It all seems a bit abstract. I hope there are corporeal problems to solve as well. Those at which I excel." Swish, Swish. Blossoms tumble to the ground.

Thanks for dealing with Dr Talos's creepiness!

I enjoyed this one a lot.

"I tink we hepped a dragun? Or killed it? Nawshure."

Who can say what happened, Bair? Whatever the case, it is now immaterial to us.

He whistles they walk through the garden, idly twirling his shortsword; up ahead blossoms a solitary rose…

Talos tries again.

Thievery (E): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30

Talos once again Dows an epic move through the air to the rift.

Thievery (E), Aid: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 15 + 1 = 20

A trick to thievery and sleight of hand is to at least look good while you fail.

Thievery (E): 1d20 + 15 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 15 + 3 = 36

Talos drinks the Cheetah Elixir. [[[c]45' speed[/ooc]