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Thanks for running GM Jimbles! It was fun and I really got a kick out of your descriptions and narrative writing (complete with occasional commentary) that makes it feel like the PCs are part of a book as much as playing a game. @ All - Thanks for a good game. There was a lot more character and roleplay than I would have expected from playtest PCs. Really enjoyed that!
"The dreams of a robot priest, perhaps?" ponders Flitweather as he examines the sphere. "It has some mystical inertia, but more than that I can hardly say." He next considers the debris that has impacted and seems lodged the bridge for anything unusual.
Believing he has caught the drift of his fellow gnome, Flitweather saunters over to the bridge to take a look at the grimy sphere.
"The fight is over then? Perhaps, we should all catch a nap." Flitweather suggests.
"Heading for a nap, is she?" Flitweather inquires. "Not the worst idea."
"Oh, bother." Flitweather sighs as the captain leaves his line of sight. The gnome concentrates for a moment and the nature of reality begins to shift beneath his feet as the witchwarper pulls pieces of alternate realities to himself and briefly supplants them into his present world.
He then heads out the door to follow the captain.
As Flitweather calls out duplicitously, the captain laughs at his efforts. "You think I don't know me own crew? Fool!" "I think you don't know your own cruel self. Fully!" Flitweather casts baleful polymorph on the captain. Spell effects:
"There is no need to fight!" Flitweather cries, attempting to sound somewhat hoarse and attempting to mikic the boice of the tiefling whose form he still wears. "We just need to stop and discuss what is going on here."
The disguised gnome continues to concentrate and try to discern whether his bluff is successful and what other thoughts he can.
Flitweather scans around, but he finds no minds to detect .
Flitweather follows the shirren on the bridge and seeks cover.
Flitweather casually follows the shirren. As he moves through the ship his pistol at the ready, he continues to concentrate in hope of picking up some new thoughts.
As the captain flees, Flitweather finds himself in a bit of conundrum. Flitweather notes that the one who flees likely has more thoughtful thoughts worth picking. However, Flitweather picks thoughtfully that it is more worthwhile to be the one who stays. No desire to run off on my own--at least not intentionally. Continuing to concentrate to maintain his detect thoughts spell, the gnome makes inquiry of the remaining combatants (assuming at least one is conscious), hoping to evoke some surface thoughts to harvest, "Who are you? What are you doing here? Who was the man who just ran away? Where do you think he is going?"
"Another mind, apparently minding." Flitweather notes when the captain appears. When the kasatha asks that he step aside, the gnome complies. He then turns his gaze at the newcomer. "What thoughts have you brought?" he mutters aloud.
: He draws his pistol.
"Let us find out who these beings are and what part they play in this dream." Flitweather says as he assumes the appearance of the tiefling. He slowly moves into the room and casts detect thoughts.
Flitweather moves forward to his other companions outside of the room.
He then suggests to Driskinet and Svadik, "What if instead of us, we were each a 'nuisance'? Want to see what would happen then?"
: You carefully pluck details from alternate-reality versions of a target to weave a parallel form upon them, making them appear and seem to act entirely differently. You can affect the target as if they were under a disguise self spell, with you deciding the details when you cast this spell. Unlike disguise self, however, parallel form provides the mannerisms of the chosen form (though it does not confer additional abilities), and the perceived tactile and audible properties of the target’s equipment can seem different, although all of the target’s equipment must still be perceived as the same type. (For example, a melee weapon can be perceived as only another type of melee weapon.) If you cast this spell to cause the target to appear to be a specific individual, the target gains a +4 circumstance bonus to any Bluff checks related to claiming to be that individual. A creature that interacts with a target affected by this spell and succeeds at a Will saving throw recognizes the parallel form as an illusion.
Flitweather follows the others.
As the acid sprays on Ashrouk, Alorea suddenly shouts out, "I don't think so!" "Yes..well..." Flitweather responds, assuming that he has been brazenly corrected. "I have been wrong on occasion in the past."
"Later, suckers!" "Did that demonic just refer to us as lollipops?" Flitweather asks, seeming quite intrigued by the outburst and equally oblivious to the harm befalling his fellow Starfinder.
Flitweather looks around to find the subject of the telepathic message.
Over the comms, he warns, "Be careful with the doors. I'm unsure which parts of the ship remain sealed. We don't want explosive decompression." Flitweather looks over at the vesk, silently mouthing through the visor in his armor the words, "explosive decompression".
"Gnome sleep?" Flitweather says in response. He is about to speak further, but his sleepy eyes suddenly spring open wide when he spies the contents of the vesk's hand. "May I suggest that we avoid having an... explosive situation?" he suugwsts, trying not to show too much alarm.
The Dreamsmith heads over to examine what appear to be sleeping quarters.
His eyes begin to droop as he considers taking a nap.
Flitweather sleepily follows the others. "Restoring power would announce our presence, thought Ido hope this ship is unoccupied. Would hate to be disturbed by another tentacle." he notes.
Safe travels and happy holidays to all!
The words of his fellow gnome fall unheard upon Flitweather, the Dreamsmith already pausing for a gnomish gnap.
"I managed to open the last box. I could offer a few tips, if you think it would help " Flitweather offers with apparent sincerity.
After taking a moment to peruse the newly-acquired baubles, Flitweather returns them to their box and stows it away. Seeing the shirren head away, he pushes off, following in the insectoid's quiet, airless wake.
Flitweather analyzes the box and attempts to find an opening.
Using part of the rock as handholds, Flitweather follows the shirren, guiding himself over to the door.
"Not injured, though a bit winded." Flitweather responds. "As with nearly all things, it is nothing that a meaningful rest can't fix."
Flitweather finds himself off-kilter, but he steadies himself against the rock and then fires as the creature.
The Dreamsmith appears to be enjoying his weightless journey.
If he does have a shot: He takes a shot at the nearest drift cuddle he sees.
Figuring the creature could probable use a few more tentacles, albeit ones that are less lethal, Flitweather casts baleful polymorph on the nearest drift cuttle. :
Flitweather draws his pistol as he floats through the vacuum, realizing that he is not yet in range for his more useful spells to take effect. He then fires at one of creatures.
Flitweather pushes off the rock toward one that appears to bear a structure on it.
"Well, Starfinders," Flitweather expounds, "Our goal is simple - cross the debris field to get to the Amber Reconnoiter . Can't be too hard, right?" "Keep us steady and free of hazards, Alorea." he urges.
"Alorea, close your eyes and fly true." Flitweather urges.
Dash looks around at the controls on the science officers station, "Uh, guys, I think I can adjust the shields to compensate...hold." "Then, by all means, Dash--do so!" Flitweather cheers.
Flitweather, seemingly asleep in the Captain's chair, opens an eye and his mouth long enough to suggest, "If you cannot move the rock with your mind, then mind the rock with your moves."
"Hold on. I took a semester of Vesk at the Academy..." Dash clears his throat, before continuing, "Dakka... Dakka Dakka Dakka." "Goose." Flitweather quietly mutters in response.
"Choice is an illusion for the mind has already made up itself." responds Flitweather.
Bluff and Diplomacy at +9 make Flit an passable captain. +2 Dex for Gunnery, but nothing else, for other starship roles.
Intrigued, Flitweather eagerly begins shifting the panels on the cube watching it briefly take on a new pattern or form as he does so, before onto another. In the Dreamsmith's hands the process is less like a tactile manipulation and more like the momentary passing of a vision.
Flitweather considers the cube. Mysticism check in spoiler in case anyone wants to Aid:
Flitweather offers to lend a helping psychokinetic hand, if necessary.
"A shame is it not, that this book can not simply be paged?"notes Flitweather.
"Any questions?" "Always." Flitweather remarks, "Though none at present pertaining to the requested task."
With a dour look on his face, he speaks up. "Sorry, I'm 'Dash'. I still don't know why, but that's what it says on my Starfinder ID stick. I think the recruiter thought it was funny." "Perhaps, the recruiter saw levity in a name of brevity?" Flitweather ponders aloud, seemingly unphased by the mannerisms of the vesk. When a few protein crumbs land on the gnome's cloak, he casually wipes them off. "I always appreciate the presence of a fellow gnome."" he notes with a nod to 'Dash'. Despite his words, Flitweather seems more pleased with Alorea's colorful arrival. "All that would seem to be missing is our hostess." he remarks.
"Greetings, Dreamers." utters a gnome bearing bright, multi-hued hair and matching mustache. He is adorned in a black cloak that appears to be covered in various pin-pricks of light, itself resembling something of the scene depicted within the starscape chamber. "Know that you are in the presence of a Dreamsmith--and a skilled one at that." he continues, without a hint of humility. "The whispers of Naiaj have reached my ears. It would seem that my services are required to assist you as you slumber."
Player Name: Lysle
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