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Garven moves closer, and checks the door as well.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Garven enters the room with the others.

Garven at this point feels like he can spot one of these slimes a mile away, after two different ones already assailed him.

Percepton: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

The grumpy dwarf looks around... "Sure'n but I hate 'em smiley ones!"

I'm in no hurry either. Thanks for taking over!

"Ah bless ye 'eart fer that 'elp! We'll get tha betta 'o this puddle soon enuf!" Garven continues his flurried swinging at the slime as his ally provides some appreciated support.

Bone Blade vs KAC, full attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 - 4 = 1
S Damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2) + 3 = 9

Solar Brand vs EAC, full attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 - 4 = 12
E+F Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"Not again ye slimy slug!" Garven bellows as he punches out at the revealed slime.

Bone Blade vs KAC, full attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 - 4 = 19
S Damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 1) + 3 = 8

Solar Brand vs EAC, full attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 - 4 = 8
E+F Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Boon Roll: 1d20 ⇒ 17

"Ack! Pay fer that one ye will!"

Garven strikes again.

Bone Blade vs KAC, full attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 - 4 = 4
S Damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4) + 3 = 10

Solar Brand vs EAC, full attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 - 4 = 5
E+F Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

He is apparently distracted by his little booboo.

Garven punches at the android two more times, first with bone blade and then with solar brand.

Bone Blade vs KAC, full attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 - 4 = 12
S Damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3) + 3 = 9

Solar Brand vs EAC, full attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 - 4 = 14
E+F Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

I'm here

"And wat ye do wit dat orc fella there eh? Either way ye'll pay for that blow ye wretch!" He swings once with bone blade and then follows up with solar brand.

KAC Attack, full: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 - 4 = 1
S Damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 1) + 3 = 6

EAC Attack, full: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 - 4 = 11
E+F Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

"Ack! Nay be good thinkin' ye kin take a shot at me mates!" Garven shouts at the android as he moves closer, and makes a second move right into the room next to the android as long as he doesn't see another threat in the room too.

AoO if he fires a ranged weapon, moves, or otherwise provokes:
AoO Solar Brand vs EAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
E+F Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Garven's not really sure what the commotion from outside is about, but he wipes some of the burnt slime off his legs and waders over toward the door to see what this android is going on about.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

"Ack but ye sure ye want more eh?"

Garven punches the slime grabbing onto him with his bone blade, trying to slash it off of him.

KAC Attack, get em, grappled: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 1 - 2 = 17
Slash Damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 2) + 3 = 6

Garven doesn't really dodge the slime so much as it bounces off his armor. "Aha! Ye ne'er 'spected me ta put on me 'ole helmet and all did ye? Slimey fool ye are!"

Garven activates his solar brand on his left hand, then extrudes his bone blade in his right arm. Move, swift respectively

Then he looks between them to try and decide which to hit the thing with - first.

"Let's gi' tha new un a shot eh?"

He swings in with his solar brand, a spike of plasma extended from his left wrist.

EAC Attack, get 'em: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 1 = 14
Fire+Elec Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Unless its a well known standard practice for medical facilities, Garven is suspicious of the force fields that appear to only block atmosphere. He takes a moment to turn on his environmental protections in his armor and suggests the others do too. "I nae be trust'n tha look o' this place. Who needin' ta only keep out air, 'nless the air inside is what they worry 'bout..."

He then goes through the force fields, and gives the store room a more thorough search, moving through it to look around.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

"Aye, sounds 'spicious... Lesse if we can find tha 'alf-orc fella. Anyone good wit traps an' such?"

Garven has no engineering

Taking a cue from Altorin, Garven adds "Aye, we'll take tha 'vestigat'n from 'ere. Me own fists kin learn 'em as good as any!"

"Ya don't seem ta me like a bad sort. What can we do ta 'elp her change her mind?"

Dimplomaid: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Garven tries to speak as ordinary as possible.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
But his dwarf comes through pretty strong again. "Nay, we ain't with those Uniter folk, Starfinders actually. Ye're Hurondo I 'sume? We be seekin' ye out fer Jiwala. Everthin alright? How're these Uniters treatin' ya?"

He tries to get a line on how Hurondo and the unknown mintoraur man are responding.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Garven's a dwarf more of actions than words, so once the smoother ones have verbally cleared the way, the dwarf heads to the door. "Glad ta 'void any kin o' trouble wit' ya!"

Presumably the rest are going too at the same time, Garven will have a look and listen as he approaches, but unless there's something alarming he opens the door (again assuming the others are following as well, he'll kind of stop confused if no one else goes with)

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 And here I thought that was finally something he'd be good at!

Garven will look for anything out of place or any strange tracks/drag marks that might suggest anything unusual.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

"Agreed, let's see to these patients. If something is amiss, they may even be in trouble for all we know."

Garven passes on the counseling. Anyone nuts enough to replace their arm with an undead one just to get a cool bone blade probably doesn't think they are that nuts.

"Aye lass, ol' Garven 'ere will give ye a trial ye'll nae soon forget!"

Garven will try her weightlifting trial, since he's got decent strength though not athletics or acrobatics particularly.

Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

After Jaqweh gives Garven the solar brand, the dwarf straps it to his left hand. He draws it to see what he looks like as the plasma blade extends from the back of his hand. "Well bless me bottom! Tis like me other, but a wee bit hotter!"

Garven draws his weapon on the other arm, a heavy bone blade extruding from his sickly looking, apparently undead wrist. He grins as he holds his two arms before him comparing the weapons. "Now I just need somethin' ta hit wit these! But first we needs see ta' the docs!"

Garven is ready to go in to the Respite when everyone else is done.

Presumably after failing to gather any useful information, Garven returns to attempt to help the Ysoki.

Medicine: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

"Lesse me wee friend, let ol' Garven 'ave a look see at ye."

Garven also casts detect affliction if that will add anything useful.

Garven approaches the woman who made eye contact with him. "Ay an' well met lass, if'n it be no trouble ta ye, mind tellin me what ye might know 'bout tha uns in charge o' the Respite? We're lookin ta 'elp them out a wee bit." He generally asks is she has any information about the two in charge so they can help out.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

He probably comes off about as gruff or indecipherable as can be.

Garven is proficient too (dwarf), and primarily uses melee with strength. He's already got decent melee weapons though so if Eralyn or anyone else can use it they can take it, since it would only be a small upgrade for Garven.

Garven is more of a "direct approach" type, but while making his way toward the Respite, he'll slow down for the group and listen to what the mostly-humans group along the wall is saying.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Culture: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

"Ya an' I also 'erd that Hurondo fella tries ta treat what ails tha mind o' them survivors, an' wit lil' ta no cost they say. Jiwalla s'pose ta be a clever 'un, and she gets tha job done wit' what wouldn't be enough fer most tryin' tha same."

Spoiler for Culture 15 is open. If Garven speech gets to be to much lemme know and I can tone it back, but I'll ooc anything of real significance just in case :)

A dwarf joins the others. He's in heavy armor and looks like he feels pretty dangerous despite only having a yo-yo like item tied to his belt as a visible weapon. His right arms looks extremely sickly and pale. One might be concerned it is even dead. He's got scars like someone who has been in too many fights or had too many augmentation operations. He speaks in a heavy barely decipherable dwarven accent.

"Ack, I dinna know wha reason we haf ta be 'ere, but fer sure none e'er call on ol' Garven unless sumthin' needin' a beatin'. So what's tha target, boss?"

Player Name: Lupulus
Character Name: Garven
SFS ID-Character #: 292557-703
Race, Class, Levels, Theme: Dwarf, Augmented Geneturge Mystic 2, Biotechnician
Starting reputation with factions: Exo-Guardians 6
Starting fame: 6
Starting credits: 102
Starting XP: 3
Day Job: ---
Any other info I should know about your character: Garven has 2 necrografts which give him a subtype, basically means those augmentations (hand and endocrine system) detect as undead, but he overall does not, and he can be damaged or potentially effected by undead targeting effects, with a +2 bonus to saves or AC.

Sorry didn't see the updates on here on my campaign oage. I'll have Garven ready later tonight, he just hit level 2 so has to do his shopping spree.

got it, thanks

Yup thanks everyone

If initiative is over, Garven moves to a more central place and healing channels, restoring Hit Pints to everyone.

Hit points for everyone!: 2d8 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6

Garven is just out of range to heal Deloran, so he moves around to be able to get the 30 foot range next turn, and fires off another psychic attack.

Mind Thrust Damage, Will save DC 14 for half: 2d10 ⇒ (10, 8) = 18

Garven peeks around the corner to target the creature with a mind thrust.

Damage (DC 14 for half): 2d10 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3

wow Garven just sucks at everything haha

will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
reflex, fatigued: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

Garven is not phased by the dragon's fear aura, but his face doesn't hold up as well against the acid breath. (6 stamina, 6 hp damage)

He's fatigued from the swim, but he attacks with his pike.

kinetic attack: 1d20 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 3 - 1 = 14
damage: 1d8 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 - 1 = 7

Then he runs for cover, ending up under the B.U.G.

"Whose holy resting place do we enter? We do not wish to defile, only to explore and bring light to dark places." Garven speaks without hiding his own affiliation to the light, but not yet judging this creature as shadows are born of light as much as they are of darkness.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

"Sun's Light, finally! We're on the home stretch everyone."

Garven keeps on swimmin'.

Athletics: 1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 4 = 11

Garven takes a similar look at the runes, from the mystical point of view if it reveals anything different.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Garven will get to work with the rubble clearing project.

Engineering (helping K'Klacklun if possible): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Checking in

"By the Sun that was unpleasant. Hopefully we won't be delayed like that again."

Garven takes a close look, trying to discern which way they should go.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Once they are on their way, Garven tries to suck it up and brute force it through any of the tough spots that come up. His heavy armor makes it harder to tough it out vs the strong winds though. (cuz it just does ok?)

Athletics: 1d20 + 3 - 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 - 3 = 12

"Blast it! Uncomfortable you say BaloonBoy?"

Garven tries to spot his way through the storm, looking for natural covver or any patterns to help the party.

survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Garven double checks his gear, making sure the normal environmental protections of his armor are all in order.

"I do hate these accursed giant storms, blocking out the holy light of the sun for weeks or months..."