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Overdrive DC 16: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Faldur's body empit a disappointing puff of hot steam.

He stomps over and attacks the enemy, capitalizing on the flank from Doven!

Fist vs Flank: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
B: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

He wonders… why is it that every time he's on the verge of accomplishing some great academic research, he ends up punching rocks instead.

Ref (T): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Faldur narrowly avoids the wort of it.

First, he tries to Recall knowledge about the rocks. Arcane +8, nature +4

Crafting (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

He fails to do so, so he raises his shield.

Faldur looks at the webs and ponders how useful the flame thrower will be… once he invents it. When Karianamu begins chatting with the spiders, Faldur feels bad and quickly immerses himself in the books.

Occultism (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Hero point of that crit fails:

Occultism (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Faldur appreciates Gorm's meticulous organization. FALDUR … ADENATHY …

I CAN … TRY…

1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 1 = 21

Faldur takes a look and tries again and again and again, methodically improving his technique each time.

Crafting (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Crafting (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Crafting (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Crafting (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Hero point!

Crafting (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Faldur tries to scratch out the runes, but his exoskeleton is seems to be malfunctioning, probably due to interference from the artifact he carries.

Karianamu watches see the blood in Falrur's brain-tube filtering out. Soon enough, it's the usual umber color again.

THAK YOU . MY HEADACHE IS … GONE !

I COULD USE … HEALING… Yeah, wouldn't;t mind a treat wounds if we think we have time, and if someone can do it.

Athletics (T): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Athletics (T), Hero Point: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

DC 5 flat: 1d20 ⇒ 15
DC 5 flat: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Faldur draws his school's healing potion with his non-shield hand and twists it into a valve; the connecting tube sucks it dry.

Healing: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Faldur strikes at the big zombie. If it is dead he strikes blue dots.

+1 Shield Spike: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 - 1 = 13
P, Overdrive: 1d6 + 3 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 - 1 = 10

+1 Shield Spike: 1d20 + 7 - 1 - 5 ⇒ (11) + 7 - 1 - 5 = 12
P, Overdrive: 1d6 + 3 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 - 1 = 8

He then raises his steel shield. reaction: block 5

Overdrive DC 16: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Oil squirts out of Faldur's finger-joints as his body goes into overdrive, staining the box he holds in one hand. He stomps forward and slams his shield spike into the larger undead's face.

+1 Shield Spike, Enfeebled: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 7 - 1 = 15
P, Overdrive, Enfeebled: 1d6 + 3 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 - 2 = 4

Reaciton if targeted by melee attack: raises shield (reactive shield).

FASCINATING PHENOMENA .

Faldur steps forward and grabs it.

I WILL GO . FOR SCIENCE .

Faldur trudges across to the box.

Faldur trudges to a halt and scans the area with his eye. Arcana/Occultism +8; Religion +4

DEATH ?

I AM READY .

PROFESSOR FALDUR … WHAT IS THIS?

He peers at the idol but doesn't touch it. Professors of the occult are wary of these things, you know.

Faldur tries to nod and then remembers he can't. AGREED .

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

17 NL so far on Faldur

Faldur scrubs away the sadness by getting to work on the floor.

Crafting (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Crafting (T), Hero Point f that fails (SCRUB HARDER): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

WIll: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Faldur heeds to the voice.

He wishes he had a mouth with which to smile. He wishes his eye could cry. Not being able to be sad somehow just makes him even more sad.

Yes… he should get to work. This floor, in fact, needs polishing.

Faldur waits to see if anyone comes out after Karianamu's demands. Then he trudges up to the carving and inspects it, trying to understand the function of these buttons. Any checks to make?

Faldur raises his shield.

… STUBBORN …

+1 Shield Spike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
P, Overdrive: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6

+1 Shield Spike: 1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (17) + 7 - 5 = 19
P, Overdrive: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6

Faldur observes his new friends moving to kill the fleeing enemy. He double moves in to help as best he can and smashes his shield into the creature's face.

+1 Shield Spike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
P, Overdrive: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7

Faldur just stands there. Littlle point in chasing fleeing enemies.

MY BODY DOES NOT HURT … I THINK …

Faldur clatters in the opposite direction, hpoping to cut off Green's escape! He then smashes his shield against their head.

+1 Shield Spike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
P, Overdrive: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 = 11

Overdrive DC 16: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

The liquid in Faldur's brain tube boils again. His steaming exoskeleton lurches forward and smashes against the nearest enemy.

+1 Shield Spike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
P, Overdrive: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 2 = 8

Faldur trudges into the room and looks around. He wonders what treasures were on display in this place.

YOU ARE … A CORSAIR … YES ? Faldur knows sailors like stars. Maybe some trivial knowledge of astronomy would impress.

His single eye rolls upward. TEHRE… He points. A HUNDRED YEARS AGO ROSE THE SEA WRAITH CONSTELLATION . NOW HER LEFT EYE WOULD BE … 39.2746° N, 120.1211° W . He moves his finger a fraction of an inch.

Astronomy Lore (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Faldur rips a cord on his boots. DC 17 Flat: 1d20 ⇒ 3

NO.

BANG!

There's a flash. Faldur hurtles through the air like a fiery comet, leaving behind a smoking crater where he stood a moment before.

He's on fire. Ignoring that problem for the moment, he punches the goblin twice.

+1 Shield Spike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
P, Overdrive: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6

+1 Shield Spike: 1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (11) + 7 - 5 = 13
P, Overdrive: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9

Perhaps being on fire distracts his aim. A moment later, it puffs out.

Explosive Leap, Strke, Strike, 2 Fire damage

Ref (T): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

… no .

Overdrive DC 16: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

The liquid in Faldur's brain-tube bubbles like boiling water. The cords connecting it to his body bulge and writhe. His power-suit vibrates so hard bolts and pieces start to rattle off as he rushes forward and slams his shield-spike into the goblin who burned him.

+1 Shield Spike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
P, Overdrive: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7

Faldur stomps closer, incapable of\ stealth.

Faldur stomps closer, not capable of being stealthy.

Falser stomps up front at well.

… ∑(𝑘)𝑎𝑘𝑏𝑛−𝑘 … (𝑛 ¦ 𝑘) …

A steady stream of mathematics susurrates from Faldur's phonograph as he crunches through the forest. Perhaps he's talking to himself. As he moves, he fiddles with spare parts. He attaches a sharp chain to two rope loops, so that it might be wrapped around logs and pulled back and forth to cut.

Crafting (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Crafting (T), Hero Point: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

He uses the bladed chain to maintain the path on rest breaks, snaking the chain around overgrown roots and sawing them away with efficiency. … I HAVE … A VISION … ADD A GUIDE BAR FOR TEETH . A CAM … SPUN BY MECHANICAL FORCE . RAPIDLY . He sketches a prototype in his notebook.

Later, he gifts the "chain saw" to Kazuuk, if the scout will have it.

Meeting a real chieftain, on his very first mission! Faldur is so excited he accidentally vents a blast of metallic-smelling steam.

DOCTOR FALDUR … I WILL TRY … TO HELP YOU … KAZUUK.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Faldur produces a metal-bound notebook and begins taking careful notes about Scerzaq's "cheese poofs," theorizing in particular about chemically-enriched cornmeal and cheddar flavors. … AMMINO ACIDS, SULFATE, NIACIN, THIAMIN MONONITRATE, RIBOFLAVIN, FOLIC ACID … Though he does not have a mouth per se, inventing delicious snacks from artificial chemical flavors might help him make friends.

Then again it would be dangerous to get his beautiful clockwork gears gummed up with sticky yellow dust.

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Faldur doesn't notice crushing a log underfoot as he steps into the clearing. He stares back at the Iruxi.

I TOO AM NOT FROM THIS TIME . WHAT ARE CHEESE POOFS ?

Faldur, in turn, seems bemused by the out-of-time Scerzaq.

With that, he lifts his flask in a friendly salute and takes a swig before offering it around again.

Faldur declines the flask. PERHAPS ONE DAY I WILL CREATE … A TASTING … APPARATUS . A TONGUE .

“Please, tell me about yourselves."

Faldur's scratchy voice warbles from the phonograph. A CENTURY I FLOATED IN VOID … NO MOUTH TO SCREAM … NO EARS TO HEAR … NO EYES TO SEE . THEN I WAS SCREAMING WITH A MOUTH THAT WAS NOT MINE … HEARING SCREAMS WITH EARS THAT WERE NOT MINE … SEEING STRANGE COLORS WITH AN EYE THAT WAS NOT MINE . WAS I ME ? THEY SAID SO . THE BRAIN WAS STILL IN-INTACT .

AHH . His shoulders slump. I HAVE BEEN TOLD … PEOPLE DO NOT FEEL HAPPY THINKING ABOUT … THE VOID . OR SCREAMS … I AM STILL … GETTING USED TO MY NEW SELF … BEING AROUND … OTHER … BEINGS .

The lidless eye rotates to Fola. I WANT TO LEARN ABOUT THE MATERIAL WORLD AGAIN … LOOK THROUGH A TELESCOPE … BUILD INTERESTING THINGS … AND NEVER BE … ALONE .

"Where any of you here previously with Rain in Cloudy Day?"

Faldur remains silent. Nope. He has credit from Kate'S Slithering game so this is Faldur's first PFS assignment really.

A metallic humanoid stomps into the camp, crunching branches underfoot. Instead of a head, a horn-shaped phonograph speaker rises from his neck. A biomechanical eye stares out from the center of his chest. Below the eye is a stained-glass door that depicts the solar system, much like you'd see on a fine antique clock. What's behind that door is very unlike a clock: a brain floats there, inside a tube of umber fluid.

A scratchy voice comes out of the phonograph; Faldur's words are faded and his accent is a archaic, as if he's somehow from another time. HELLO… I AM PROFESSOR … EMERITUS … FALDUR ADENATHY … OF L-LEPIDSTADT UNIVERSITY . OCCULTIST … ASTRONOMER … INVENTOR . He produces the letter. IT IS … NICE … TO MEET YOU . DO YOU KNOW … FOLA BARUN ?

Faldur checking in.

Still working on profile & gear. WIll link chronicles, boons, and ITS on the profile too.