I have no preference over how we organize the piloting of the different Knights. Soonish we'll have all four and we can all ride solo. For the moment, I think Flame Knight should have the solo pilot, since it's the only one that has a weapon that requires 2 actions, that way, there's no need to coordinate actions and we can each just do our own thing.
I'm sure it's not official, but keep in mind that, just because PF2 came out didn't mean PF1 went away. I suspect the same will be true with Starfinder. Obviously, it won't be as robust but there's probably years of SF1 playing ahead of us.
It was fairly awesome. We went to the Dallas Arboretum (we live in a suburb) and they had activities and speakers from NASA. I was a little nervous because it was really overcast in the morning and cloudy for the beginning but it was perfectly clear by the time the real action was going. I couldn't really have asked for a better experience.
Hey guys...I know it probably seems like I never work but I really do most of the time...just a lot of time away lately... Speaking of...I'm taking Monday off to watch the Solar Eclipse, so I may post again over the weekend but likely won't again until Tuesday.
What Redelia said! Good to see you back.
"And I thought they smelled bad on the outside," Grimmylow comments sardonically as Beggar So slices open the creature. "Good idea. We'll hide him in there until we can figure out how to unpetrify him," he comments when he sees what So is doing.
Thanks, everyone! I look forward to helping out and keeping the gears properly greased to keep Flaxseed going.
Thanks guys! I plan on being the most benevolent of dictators. My motto is "the beatings will continue until morale improves."
A second goblin, wearing a charred wooden symbol of Sarenrae steps up to take his turn. "Superb Owl Sunday
"Uh...uh...uh...the story's not right without this part," Zabu says, approaching Zarta and laying a kiss on her mouth. He then points a taloned finger at Aslynn. "I'll see you in the real world you dusty old bi..." He doesn't get to finish, the dreamworld choosing that moment to end.
Two people is a congregation so, once Thorn takes a seat, Grimmylow stops searching for the backsliders. Better to stoke the embers you can than to strike a spark in ash. "Good morning brothers and...more brother...brothers...brother..." he begins, scowling a bit at his inauspicious start. "It is a glorious day, brought to us by Sarenrae, is it not?" Grimmylow's service is a combination of pieces of several of his favorite sermon and his own parables (Sarenrae is like a warm peanut butter that sticks to the top of your heart,) snatches of hymns, most of which he either makes up wholesale (which you can tell because he struggles for rhymes and the rhythm keeps changing) and the rest of which he makes up lyrics for when he forgets and rambling prayers ("thank you for my new shoes and the light which you give which allows me to see them and sorry that I used that light in the way that I did with that magnifying glass and those ants.") Fortunately, even with religious passion, his attention span is not very long and he was always taught that you have to "beat the Baptists," though he doesn't know what a Baptist is but he does know you have to keep a service to under an hour. He ends with an actual, coherent song and sings out with an unusual, but decent voice.
The falling rocks are treated as hail so you get a -4 penalty to sound based perception checks and ranged attacks. Indeed, it is.
"Stupid *#($# door! Why don't you open? Your one purpose is to open, otherwise you'd be a wall! Why are you failing at your purpose?!" Shenendril exclaims as the chase gets further and further away from her and she is stymied by a task that some very smart cats can accomplish.
"Is Buzz made out of wood? Is he making babies? Should we give him privacy?" Grimmylow asks, getting the wrong idea as usual. "I can try to smoke them out," he says about the centipedes, making gestures with his hands similar to those needed for his favorite fire spell.
I have a space pirate product and I'm constantly trying to figure out how to make a magic item/companion that's a pig leg. I went to the doctor because I thought I had a wart on my wooden leg. He said it's knot. Then he told me to leaf.
Ulfgar begins a long, well reasoned, yet impassioned explanation of their mission and request for assistance in it, which touches on the existential need for all sapient beings to have some purpose above and beyond simply existing. In his head. Outwardly, he watches and studies the dragon in silence to determine how best to approach gaining his assistance, or at least permission to proceed.
"Hello, friend! We're your new neighbors...or...housemates, I guess. You must be Finley. I'm Grimmylow, this is Buzz, that's Kzem, so that makes him So," the little goblin introduces himself and his friends. "We're going to bring you a casserole but wanted to introduce ourselves, first."
"Agreed," Lioness says to Quinthalas assessment. "Agreed," he says in response to Ironwolf. "Agreed," he says, after a sigh and a doeful glance back at the stone choked stairs to Erven's plan and assessment. "The way out seems to be through. I wonder why the previous team didn't make note of this. Did they not notice or...was it not in place when they left?" Before they move on, he lights a torch, potentially the one on the wall if it will light. He can see better than a human in the dark but he's least likely to need both hands to be effective in a fight and he'd like to be able to see a little better.
Yargnod is practically drooling at the chance to get another mech after the fight ends. "We could just put him in the back seat of Fire Knight," he suggests. "I just hope the next mech causes other people to have weird time stuff and not the mech."
Ah...I forgot the con was still going. Because...why would things keep going after I'm not involved?
I write fiction and you wouldn't believe how many times I've put [b] before the quotations marks when someone was about to talk and then had to delete it.
...or that's what he WOULD do if he WASN'T listening to Fin. Instead, he and Chest Thumper huddle around Sakitu, waiting for the magic express out of this dangerous situation.
Can everyone roll a d20 for boons? A 1 or a 20 gets you something. Also, let me know if anyone wants a grippli, catfolk, or skinwalker race boon or triaxian, lashunta,or android race boon,let me know. I get to pick one of those as my GM boon,but I'm not making any new 1e characters so I can't use it. Thanks everyone for playing. I enjoyed everyone's characters, especially our two unfriendly neighborhood scoundrels. Sorry I wasn't able to finish things out and thanks to Mustaparta for stepping in and helping out.
One of the advantages of being a dwarf is that they're usually someone taller around to attract lightning. Ulfgar twists away instinctively as the electricity streaks down. He looks up at the commotion then at everyone's battered condition after going through the storm. He raises one eyebrow inquiringly.
As a parent, I'm imagining living in Absalom and my kid bringing home a permission slip for a field trip to the Blakros Museum. I believe I would burn it. Except it would probably be cursed and that would release some demon or spirit or lich that had been imprisoned for 1,000 years.
Thanks to a couple of crits and an alchemist (a dragon's real weakness? Touch AC) Zythrustianax is no more. Not, she ran away but she was slain.
Also, 90% of the time, your players know the rules that apply to them inside and out so unless you suspect shenanigans, just assume they know what they're talking about when they say a certain mechanic they're using works a certain way.
Ulfgar stowed his axe once they got out of the sewers. It gave people the wrong idea if you walked around with a weapon out on city streets. After all, how can you tell a good guy with an axe from a bad guy with an axe until they've chopped their first person? When they are addressed by Melipdra, he simply gives a respectful nod.
"Listen, the person who can patch me up is my favorite person on any mission," Chorizal reassures Amy. "These guys all seem real dangerous but I don't actually need help taking people out, just getting over their attempts to take me out." The vesk pats his belly, the sound of his armored hand on the armored plate ringing hollowly when he sees the vessel.. "This thing makes me hungry," he comments. He nods to Space Admiral Kay when the Kasatha joins them at the ship. He presses some buttons on his personal device and a warbling whistle sounds. "Flag transferred, sir. "Don't worry about the name. It's just a weird translation error. 'Indestructible Creature Which Cannot be Forced to Feel Fear' is just too long to paint on the side of a vessel," he reassures the man. Chorizal puts on a few pounds in the three week trip. The ship's design continues to make him subconsciously hungry and the music Captain Yvyrna plays makes him sleepy so he spends most of his time napping and snacking. He's actually pleased when they're told to get into the cargo hold. It means the action is coming up and maybe he can work off some weight so that his armor fits right again.
Saying "Unibear" reminds me of Commander Mark and the Secret City. Did anyone else see that show back in the late 70's/early 80's or did it only exist where I grew up? It was a guy who taught simple drawing techniques for kids.
Other than a little fatigue and congestion, I'm feeling mostly myself so I think I'm over the worst of it. I'm going to attribute it to being fully vaxxed and boosted.
"Hold on...I just have to make this roll. Please bless my polyhedral decision maker, Sarenrae!" Grimmylow says before casting a die with far too many sides across the table. He holds his breath until it comes to rest. "Yes! A 20! That's a critical success! And Bernard has the 'Multitasker' feat so he's able to insert the pivot table AND create a color cover sheet for the printout. Take that Upper Middle Lower Management drone!" He then puts away his pocket sized copy of the Secretaries and Spreadsheets core rulebook and gives Tamily his full attention. "Oh, it was nothing. Just Sarenrae's will for us to defeat that 20' long dragon. But we could use a new abbey...I mean base of operations. "Um...are there still fish there? "And...what's a Blue Finley?"
Shenendril is glad Zeta and Vellestir are there. She didn't relish the idea of facing the little dragons by herself. But, they were better targets than the skeletons (the dragons, not Zeta and Vellestir. Well, the dragons that were not Vellestir.) At least they had fleshy bits to target.
I guess then we'd see if Fin's love is more than fur deep.
I don't know about everyone else, but I'm pleased that Fin had a hot streak with the dice roller when it came to making the tattoo checks..
"Who is this 'Kal' of which you speak? He sounds very wise and handsome but in a subtle way," the 'stranger' says. "Who am I? Why, I'm um...Fi...bul...uh...mak...um yeah. Finbulamak. That's me. Good old Finbulamak from um...Nidaliax? On Golarion."
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