Eralyn's page

Something's come up IRL, and I won't have the time to keep up with this game. I need to drop out. I apologize for the trouble and wasting everyone's time. Dropping a game isn't something I take lightly.

Thanks for understanding.
I look forward to playing with all of you again in the future.

Eralyn creaks around slowly, surprisingly light of step for someone who seems to have such trouble moving around.

Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Once she's in place she squints into the distance, trying to spy on the jinsul.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Eralyn nods. "I'll try my best to keep up."

I agree with the proposed order, actually. Top to bottom. She's not really interested in the last mission.

Eralyn finds herself perpetually trailing behind the young ones, trying to keep up on weathered limbs no longer meant for battle.

She tidies up after Bar, and adds a few finishing touches to the Master of Stars. She smiles, happy to see it shine again after all these years.

Engineering: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

By the time she finds the others meditating with Iteration-177, they're already packing up to move out. With a shrug, she takes a moment to offer a quick prayer for the safety of the agents around her. This was a mission they wouldn't all be coming back from. She hoped the losses would be minimal -- it was all she could do.

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Eralyn smiles at Aravon. "Have two," she tells him, passing along the box of cookies.

Eralyn examines the equipment, so ensure it's in good condition before its loaded.

Engineering: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

And I vote Rookie Training next. She has a soft spot for rookies.

"Oh, thank you! Such manners on you two!" Eralyn plucks a fried lizard from Croaker's bag. "One's enough to fill me. I haven't much of an appetite, these days." Once she's settled she takes off her backpack, opens it slowly, and shifts a few things aside. She pulls out a little container, accompanied by a few loud cracks and groans of her joints. She opens the container, gives it a deep sniff, and smiles. She passes the container to Croaker. "Homemade cookies! Take one and pass it around for me, dear. There's enough for everyone."

As the others sift through the cookies, she takes a nibble of her friend lizard.

An old halfling with a heavily wrinkled face, sparkling brown eyes and a wide smile enters the room. Her hair is gray, wavy, and pulled back neatly. She wears comfortable, well-tailored clothes, with long sleeves and a high neckline, cut in classic styles. At the hollow of her throat is pinned an elaborate brooch. Earrings jingle in her ears, rings adorn her fingers, and bracelets line her wrists — some of which look like they were made by a child. Her feet are bare and hairy. Her hands are bony and slender, with clean cut, practical nails. She doesn’t bear and tattoos, augmentations, or other bodily enhancements. She doesn’t even appear to wear makeup or dye her hair. Over her shoulder is a laser rifle, and on her hip is a large knife.

She wanders over to a stool in the corner, slow and leisurely. Her knees and ankles creak as she walks. She sits down on the stool and let's out a groan.

"Oh, it's good to get some weight off these old bones!" she remarks conversationally. She smiles at the group. "Oh my! Look at all of you. Come a long way, haven't you." She looks a little nostalgic, as if she somehow has known you for a while. "My names Eralyn. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person."

After a few long moments she nods her head. "I was an agent long ago, but I retired to desk work. Had a family, you see. I got a chance to approve your applications, and shuffle you into training. Watch your graduation and missions with pride. But, the Scoured Stars dragged me out of retirement, I'm afraid. Couldn't stay at a desk while all the young ones fought to bring the lost ones back. And, here we are now. Work's not done yet..." She smiles a little sadly, then nods. "No... Not yet."

She nods at Bar kindly. "My grandson likes your music. Especially that... oh, dear. I can't recall the name.... Metal hearts? Or, rusty hearts? Maybe, electric bugga-something? No, it's no use. Sorry. Music just sounds like noise to me, these days. I'm a bit out of touch."

She doesn't seem to mind.

Eralyn would be a decent Engineer (+6), Science Officer (+5), or Chief Mate (+5). I can also be a gunner, but I imagine there's better ones on the team (+4).

I'll happily fill whichever role is vacant after the others choose, and will likely hop around when needed.

Hahaha! I love the chronicles.

And she's not lazy! She's retired and was happily enjoying the company of her many grandchildren before this whole Scoured Stars debacle!

Young'uns these days...

Thanks for wrapping this up for us!

"Oh, another new-fangled computer console. Hmm... I think my grandson has one like this... Let's see... I push this... then this...?"

Computers: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24 Open the first spoiler, everyone!
Computers: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

"Oh, I got this one to work! Not this other one, though. Can one of you do it? Or should I call one of my grandkids to help out? They're good with this kind of thing..."

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At the meeting, Eralyn gives Hurondo a knowing nod, followed by some well-wishes and a hug. "Hang in there, my friend."

"Oh, Jiwalla, the clinic couldn't be in better hands! You'll do fine, dear."

Eralyn is very pleased to see Bargai took her advice to heart. With a grin she asks, "Are you ready for a cookie? I brought oatmeal raisin today." She holds a cookie out to Bargai, then offers more to the other people present.

Sorry for the delay. Busy weekend! Eralyn is placed where she would have been. Big gun in hand and ready for a fight.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Eralyn gives the android a smile and crosses the hall. She sheathes her knife and pulls out her gun, then opens the door and looks inside.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Nope. Take your time.

"Oh, there there," Eralyn coos, trying to calm the android. "The Starfinder Society is already on the case, but we'll also let the proper authorities know. With your testimony, the evidence here, and the information on the computers, I'm sure they'll take this threat seriously. We'll make it right."

She finished helping the half-orc off the table. "But first we need to finish checking this clinic for danger. Can you stay here with him while we make sure it's safe?" Eralyn asks the android to stay with the half-orc while we finish looking around.

Eralyn presses the attack, stabbing the slime in its centre...

Attack vs. KAC: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 1 = 25
Slashing Damage (critical hit): 2d4 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4

Eralyn thrusts her survival knife at the slime!

Attack vs. KAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Slashing Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Boon: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Just pointing out we were posting at the same time. My post is right above yours (in case you missed it).

Perception (she doesn't have medicine): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

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Relieved that the half-orc is alive, she tries to unstrap him from the operating table. I'm assuming that's a full action. If not she'll also pull out a healing serum.

I'm pretty sure I was in the the spot I just labelled with a question mark on the map. Moving half speed will use up her whole move action, leaving her in the place her token is and with a standard action left (which she would use to check on the person strapped to the table to see if they're alive/how they're bound). But, I wasn't sure if having the table taking up half the spaces she's moving through would further slow her down. So if it does further hamper her movement she will have to double move to get as marked and won't have the actions left to check on the victim.

Acrobatics 2!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"Ouch!" she groans, fumbling her landing as her knees buckle.

Thanks for stepping in!

Yeah, I'm here. And it's a week to wait, I believe.

Just checking you're alright, Elinnea?

Suspecting the android isn't quite in control of his actions, Eralyn ponders how to remove the slimy mind-controlling ooze from the poor fellow.

Life Science?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

While thinks she tumbles past the android and over to the half-orc on the table -- groaning loudly as her joints all pop and creak in protest. "Oh! I'm too old for that move..."

Acrobatics to prevent AoO: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

If she has an action left she'll check to see if the half-orc strapped to the table is alive.

"Ouch! Oh, I wish you wouldn't have done that, dearie..."

Eralyn moves into the other hallway.

Move.

As she passes by the main entrance she spares a glance outside, curious what's causing the commotion...

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

FYI, both of my kids are sick. Not sure I'll be able to get a post in tomorrow.

"Why, hello dearie! No need to panic now. We got attacked by a mind-controlling vermin. Have you seen anything else like that around here? Come here, let me take a look at you..."

Eralyn walks closer to the android and looks at them, curious if they have any nasty slime things controlling them...

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Attending a PowWow today. I don't have time to post, but I will have a chance tomorrow.

Thanks!

Eralyn fires her rifle at the slime again, trusting in her aim despite her age!

...It'll be fine, right..?

Attack vs.EAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Magic Fire Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

"Bodysnatcher slime!" Eralyn exclaims. "Parasitic oozes that can take over a person's body!"

Eralyn hurries towards the battle and fires her laser rifle at the slime.

Azimuth Laser Rifle (Rune of the Eldritch Knight): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Magic Fire Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

"Sugar? Well, that's strange. I doubt they do much baking here. ...Why would a medical facility need sugar?"

Not knowing anything about medicine it's a question Eralyn leaves unanswered...

She pauses. "Citrus... Smells of citrus..." She's clearly trying to remember something. "It's not just cleaning supplies is it?" She leans down over the citrus smelling green liquid at the edge of the sugar spills and examines it.

Those are all the skills I have that might be relevant on it.
What's This Goop? (Life Sciences): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
What's This Goop? (Mysticism): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
What's This Goop? (Survival): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Eralyn attempts to disable the wiring. "Oh, this reminds me of when I was young!"

Engineering: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

She waits a few moments to see if it's worked...

"There. I think it's alright now. Would one of you mind checking out those computer consoles?" (Looks like there's computers at these sets of desks?)

Deciding that a storage room could give them a better idea what they're dealing with -- or be a great place to lock up missing people -- Eralyn heads to the right to snoop around.

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

Eralyn nods and heads inside.

I'm not sure where the force field is? If she can move where I've placed her, Eralyn looks down the hallways.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

"Oh, dear..." Eralyn mutters again, looking rather troubled. She knew desperation. She knew hurt and pain, loss and trauma.... But she couldn't bring herself to modify any part of herself. The thought was so...

She shivered.

But, it didn't matter what she thought. All these people... They didn't have the same hang ups she did. It was their feelings that mattered.

But, this place.... It felt off.

With a groan Eralyn approaches the front of the line. "Excuse me, dearies, just bringing my son a cookie. He's a doctor, you know!" She does her best to look proud. With a kindly smile she pauses before heading inside, passing a cookie to the person waiting near the front of the line. "Here, dear. I've got an extra."

When she heads inside, Eralyn calls out, "Darling? It's mother!"

Bluff: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Engineering: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Oh, dear. This place has been neglected for several weeks. Not what you want to see in a medical clinic..."

She heads up to the front of the building and listens to the crowd's words for a short time, curious if she'll pick up anything useful. She's particularly interested in if anyone mentions the name of a doctor, contact, or worker here.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

"Of course, dearie. What news of the missing people and the Open Collective?"

"Hurondo's family," Eralyn replies with a smile. "All Starfinders are. My thanks for not causing him harm. As I'm sure you know, taking care of family can be hard." She nods at the cookies she had given the pair of them. "There's no harm in accepting the hand of friendship when it's offered."

With a loud groan Eralyn struggles up to her feet. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've a wayward child to tend to. Best of luck."

Eralyn wanders over to see Hurondo, creaking over slowly. She fixes the fellow with a smile. "Long time no see, Hurondo. Can you walk, dearie? Or do you need a hand?" Seeing the nuar and unbound shackles, Eralyn smiles. "Oh, don't you look like a nice strong, fellow. Can you help Hurondo up? I'm a little old for that sort of thing..."

"Would you like a cookie, dearie?"

Eralyn offers the nuar a home-baked cookie wrapped in a piece of wax paper.

"I see... Well, we'll look into it, dearie, and let you know what we find. Where is the Open Collective located? What do you know about the place and its owners?"

I have a crazy busy weekend coming up (last one, I swear!) and will be unable to get a post in. Should be back to normal posting Monday.

Thanks!

Eralyn stays seated on the couch as the others move to verify Bargai's claims. With a (grand)motherly smile she continues the conversation.

"Must have been scary -- a big fellow like that knocking on your door. But Hurondo was here looking for some missing friends. Friends who are likely in deep trouble. He and those friends is the reason we're here."

She pulls a few homebaked oatmeal cookies out her her backpack and offers one each to the Bargai and Goro. She eats a third herself. "We heard of this memory-erasure clinic your young'uns were making claims about. Am I right in assuming you're being paid to advertise for them? I'd appreciate if you could tell us everything you know about the clinic." She smiles, "I've a bad feeling about it, you see. And when you get to be as old as I am you learn to trust your instincts."

Eralyn walks into the building, her joints creaking loudly to those who can hear it. She finds a place to sit on the sofa and smiles at Bargai. To the other person in the room she replies, "Oh, hello there, dear. I'm Eralyn. Eralyn Marrens. And yes, I'm a Starfinder. What's your name? Please pass along my greetings to your boss."

She smiles pleasantly, but listens attentively to other sounds from the house.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

"Well, this is worrisome..." Eralyn remarks with a click of her tongue. Seeing the others begin to leave her grunts and groans and toddles off after them.

Eralyn creaks after the others, slowly making her way down the road. "Oh, the patients first, of course." She smiles at Garven and Jaqweh, looking surprisingly proud of them. "You have such good heads on your shoulders."

About to have another busy weekend (a LOT of my family has birthdays in March). I'll try my best to get a post in this weekend, but I'm not sure I'll manage. You're welcome to bot or skip me if needed. Thanks.

Eralyn's smile turns a little sad. "Uniters? Are you sure that's a path you want to follow, dear?"

"Oh, dearie me..." Eralyn mutters under her breath. Clearly she finds the thought of memory modification extremely distasteful. With a worried look she watches the other people who appear interested in such a surely dangerous procedure...

With a shake of her head she tries to force herself to smile. She had a job to do, after all. She hobbles her way over to the humans a few steps behind Jaqweh.

"Are you sure it's safe, dearie?" she asks. "Are the doctor's well trained?"

"Alright, dearie. You take care."

Turning to the others she asks, "Shall we start with the addresses in the datapad?"

As the group leaves Hurondo's office, Eralyn seems deep in thought. After hearing about Bygones-B's offer she enters and greets the android, taking him up on the offer of a counselling session.

After her session Eralyn approaches the last closed door and knocks. "Hello? May I come in?"

I'm attending a local convention this weekend and won't have a chance to post. (Which will also mark my kids' first time playing PFS in a public venue! Fingers crossed! Haha). Also, my kids both have birthday parties this weekend. Busy, busy, busy.

Apologies if I slow down the game. You're welcome to bot or skip me if needed. Thanks!