Whispering, Gryggax informs the others about possible occupants inside of the doors.
"Gentlemen, there are at least two creatures beyond the barricade.Any ideas as to how to proceed."
Gryggax solicits ideas from his cohorts.
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Gryggax approaches the door and concentrates intensely. The water container rests carefully on the floor besides the shirren as his outstretched limb almost touches the door. His eyes click before shutting them as he places his other hand to his brow.
Gryggax grabs a full container of saltwater and follows Alpha-83 toward the crew's quarters hoping to avoid anymore unnecessary conflict. Boris, would you like a container of saltwater?
I tried learning the Mutants and Masterminds system and was a bit intimidated by that. I'm not ready to start delving into a new pathfinder system just yet.
Likewise, Gryggax peers around intensely looking for containers and the necessary materials to make the saltwater.
Checking in. Busy at work. Will probably see it tonight.
So, has anyone seen the new Ant-Man? Is it worth checking out?
I will be available to continue.
"Excellent idea!" I am right behind you." While Gryggax is nervous about what they might encounter on board the unexplored areas of the ship, he is hopeful that they will find a barrel of saltwater somewhere, however odd it may be.
Gryggax focuses his immediate attention on the injured dwarf.
Two questions. 1. For clarity, we should create characters based off of one that exist in popular culture? 2. I would like Brundlefly to be able to spew acid for about 10-20 feet and I cannot find a power that let's me do that. Is there one?
Can we start fleshing out the character?
I'd like to play Seth Brundle as a mutant that can change from human to fly. Is that possible? Keeping his human size as a fly.
Gryggax levels the autotarget rifle and fires at the akata.
Hurried, Gryggax misses what should have been the easiest shot he has taken this far.
I'm interested, but never played that system. The premise sounds like loads of fun.
@Boris, I was not personally bothered by the grenade attack either. My commentary was strictly role play. I apologize if I caused any offense to you, I'm trying to play Gryggax as a pacifist coming to grips with his emerging internal aggression. I hope that my actions didn't influence your decision.
"Apologies Mr. Boris, I didn't realize the brevity of Mr. Alpha's attack." The shirren looks to his left and concentrates hard, double-clicking his eyes.
Gryggax stretches out his empty hand and concentrates his mysterious magical energy to press the button that closes the doors to the bridge.
"Back out of the bridge Boris! Seal the door and we'll come back with the saltwater. Besides, what if you destroy a vital system?" The frightened shirren used an alarming tone despite being a bit frustrated at losing the advantage of surprise.
Before casting Detect Magic, Gryggax looks carefully around the bridge for any indication of peril.
Gryggax follows closely behind Boris with his autotarget rifle at the ready and the right hand free to cast a spell to discern if there are any magical properties on the bridge.
"I'm not quite sure where I have picked this ability up. I have lost most of my past memories before coming to Absalom. I suspect that I was some type of acolyte for Hylax. I feel a strong connection to her." I suspect this goblin was a scavenger itself. It probably couldn't handle the skates. In any case, we should destroy or secure its corpse in case it is a host for the alien hosts, a fate that Boris almost became acquainted with." Looking at Alpha-83, Gryggax pauses, looking around while his eyes softly click. "I agree Alpha-83, securing the bridge is a smart first step. Then perhaps the galley?"
I love the positivity and support of this thread. Especially you Rysky. This is often an oasis for me.
Gryggax slowly makes his way toward the body of the small humanoid carefully. Before he investigates it, he surveys the area for any aggressors.
With the rifle trained upon the corpse, he first nudges it as his big eyes softly click to take in what can be discerned.
If there doesn't seem to be some sort of trap or catching disease, Gryggax concentrates to cast a sheet of radiance upon the creature hoping it will provide information to the party that could be potentially valuable.
I seem to recall taking a vow of austerity, but I must admit that I have become accustomed to the beyond imaginative offerings of Absalom Station. The biotech is quite intriguing, I must admit. He leaves his thoughts open to Blacklock, hoping to create an ally in the accumulation of wealth department.
"Praise Hylax, Boris you had their eggs, more like future symbiotes inside of you. I was able to flush the wound and extract the embryos. I believe that I was successful in getting them all. You are bandaged and ready to roll." Gryggax reports using his best bedside manner.
Seeing the seriousness of Boris's wound, Gryggax rushes toward him with medkit in hand.
Seeing the burn of the doshko, Gryggax decides to give his wyrmling implant a whirl.
Gryggax opens his mandibles and spews fire over the head of the creature, surprising himself as much as everyone one else. I beg future pardons if I should sneeze and light us on fire," the shirren nervously jokes about the uncertainty of his new power.
Eager to use his new wymling gland, Gryggax pauses for a quick second before raising the autotarget rifle to his eye and taking a shot.
Where in the world would we get saltwater on a mining ship in space?
Laser rifle readied, Gryggax follows Boris 's lead and proceeds down the corridor. Keeping an eye out for traps or other obstructions.
Gryggax nods respectfully and makes a smiling gesture by ensuring that his mandibles are as non-threatening as possible. "May they both be with us." He responds to Boris. Gryggax secures his breathing device, adjusting the headstrap to fit securely over his non-human face. He then gives a digit up to to the rest, signifying his readiness.
Gryggax loads his rifle and charges up his laser rifle. It would be nice to reason with whatever dark forces we may encounter, but in case we need to protect ourselves, I'll have these rifles. In a soft voice, Gryggax offers up a prayer of protection for the crew and himself. "Hylax be with us and protect us from any dark forces or deadly diseases that may endanger us." In a more jovial and optimistic tone, Gryggax addresses the crew, "Well gentlemen, we are here." He readies himself to enter the ship.
DM, is it possible to use detect thoughts on the other pilot if we get within 60 feet?
"No comms? Our communication system is out!" Gryggax announces to the crew. "Mr. Blacklock, repeat the move you just made giving us two shots versus a single shot. Great piloting! Boris, send that projectile right through the hull! Alpha-83, are we on target to take out the weapons systems?" The makeshift captain finds himself giving supportive requests to his crewmates in hope of being finished with this menace. "I suppose that we won't gather our attacker's motive through communication."
Thanks everyone. I was curious because other players or GMs could track my posts and figure it out. I come here to escape reality and was hoping for it to be a non-issue.
"Huzzah!!!" Huzzah? What is that and where did that come from? " Way to go crew. Alpha-83, can we hail the Necroglider?"
New to the threads. Has anyone experienced problems on pbp identifying as LGBTQ? I'm curious if it hurt their recruitment.Or did anyone receive hostility for it?
"Let them have it Boris!" "Nice move Mr. Blacklock! Blacklock:
Should I address you as mister? I keep forgetting your secret, probably for the best, though I don't want to disrespect.
"Alpha-83, yes, target their weapons system to shut down the threat. After that, let's hail them and see why we are being attacked." By the Forever Queen, there may be a peaceful solution to this thing yet.
@ Gryggax, I haven't seen you here since Saturday, I hope everything is ok. Apologies everyone, I have been completely swamped at work.
"Alpha-83, line up the turret and let's strafe the side of that infernal vessel." By Hylax, what am I even saying?
"Well gentlemen, it appears we have a bogey. Prepare the shields for incoming fire." the shirren proclaims. Why did I say that? Gryggax thinks to himself.
Gryggax will take captain unless consensus deems that there is no need for it, then he will take a gun position.
Gryggax inquires,"Do we need a captain? Or would you rather I try out the gun? ", the shirren sort of surveys the others for opinions, unsure exactly of what roles are necessary on a transport. Oddly, he feels piloting to be a strangely familiar experience. How have I even been here before? Gryggax scratches his head in bewilderment as to why he feels so at home in a cockpit.
Do we need a captain or should Gryggax go gunner?
"Leave them for now. We have other more important business to attend to. Besides, let us provide a feint, and one time this 'shadow assassin' will slip up and we'll grab them and interrogate. Let us focus on our trip to the Acreon before we are distracted further," the shirren requests of his new friends.
Blacklock:
Don't look around, but there is a hooded figure keeping us under surveillance across the street from us next to a kiosk.
Wary of what may transpire as a result of Blacklock's ploy, Gryggax sends him a telepathic message. Blacklock: Don't push it. We got what we need, we don't need extra scrutiny from station security.
Gryggax is somewhat taken aback by Blacklock's response. While his emotion is surprise, his first thought is of Blacklock's safety and the next, his fidelity. Blacklock:
Are you hiding from something Blacklock? Are you okay? I am hoping that you are not some kind of double agent. If you are allied with me, then I will be loyal to you and your secret. Regarding the matter at hand, I cannot tell if this woman is being honest with us. This woman is insulting me, but other than being a terrible person, I cannot discern whether she is being honest or not. "Well Ms. Vel, what is it you exactly wish us to determine on this mission?" the shirren inquires.
Gryggax sits back at first and listens intently to not only capture all of the details of what is discussed, but also the manner in which Ms. Vel delivers her information; body language, her pupils, posture, all to determine if she is being straight forward with them.
Then Gryggax gets up the courage to ask,”Out of curiosity Ms. Vel, what are you going to offer us to find in your favor?” Blacklock feels a slight tingle in his mind before he hears the distinct hiss and clicks of his shirren comrade’s voice. Blacklock: Hello Mr. Blacklock. Forgive the intrusion into your mind, but I am attempting to trap Ms. Vel into trying to bribe us with a specific amount and expose her to the courts. Does this suit your line of reasoning?
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