Hesperrio's page

The dice were against us the who battle!

Thanks, Mjolbeard!

"Oh, this is a real six-hander!" Hesperrio says in exasperation and fires his pistol and takes another step toward the crate.

Invigorating Tactical Semi-Auto Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Magic, P: 1d6 ⇒ 2

"Ow! Ow!" Hesperrio cries as the mindless undead tears at his hide. He takes a guarded step back and fires his pistol at his tormentor (purple).

Invigorating Tactical Semi-Auto Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Magic, P: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Rifle: 9/10, Semi-Auto Pistol: 7/9

"Avast!" Hesperrio shouts, drawing his sword and wielding it against his foe (purple skeleton).

Invigorating Sword Cane: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Magic, P: 1d4 ⇒ 3

"Magic? Ugh! Hesperrio is going to have to get closer," he complains. He advances to one of the craters and fires his pistol.

Invigorating Tactical Semi-Auto Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Magic, P: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Rifle: 9/10, Pistol 8/9

"Well, OK, if you say they won't mind being re-killed," Hesperrio says as he aims down the scope on his diasporan rifle.

Tactical Diasporan Rifle: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Fire: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Rifle: 9/10

Hesperrio waddles over and struggles to climb up onto a chair with his six hands full of food. "We lost one of our teammates," he confesses. "That was not impressive."

Hesperrio grins toothily at the technomancer as they return to the ready room.

"Well, I think so," the skittermander says as refreshments disappear from the table and into his hands. "They gave us 30 minutes to rest."

"Here we have prepared seasoned akata rump!" Hesperrio says as he steps forward to describe the dishes. "Cut from the muscular base of their powerful twin tails. It is lightly--well, not so lightly as it actually takes a lot of heat to get the desired effect--grilled so as to not fully dispel the natural chill of these deep space hunters but then seasoned with a special blend of spices and peppers to warm your tongue like a bath of flavor. The effect takes you from winter to summer and then to fall as the heat wanes in your mouth."

He moves on to their next dish, which looks something like meatloaf, and grins widely. "This is verimu pate! We took the choicest, moistest cuts of meat from the flying beast as well as its sanguine liver and diced it so finely that it flows over your tongue like warm butter but carries the metalic tang of blood. We prepared it with just a pinch of thyme to give it a hint of evergreen and remind you of mountain peaks and the heights were great birds soar!"

Finally, he moves on to the last dish and gives the judges a sly wink. "Oh, now this is a special one! These are roasted uzorg gonads! Very few people know how to harvest them correctly, and so even fewer people have ever seen them prepared, much lest tasted them! They have a unique, consistent texture that is difficult to describe, but if I was to try, I would say it is firm, like the strength of a bull, but yielding in just the way you want when you sink your teeth into it. The gonads absorb all of the flavor of the sauce equally, making sure that each bite is identical from first bite to last. For this rendition, we have prepared a fruity reduction from mango, guava, and papaya to balance the natural saltiness."

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Thanks :)

"Hesperrio can tell a tale a good shade better than he can cook!" the skittermander says (+8 Bluff).

My apologies. I had an unexpected trip to the hospital.

Dexterity (Cook): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

"Well, as long as the range is working, I'll try to help with the cooking!" the skittermander says cheerfully as he attempts to help Elwin.

You did, didn’t you? I may have misunderstood but it seemed like 1 cook at a time. If not, I believe Tixylix has an action left.

Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Hesperrio pulls out duct tape and solder to hurriedly repair the malfunctioning range before momentarily disappearing.

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

"Ooh! What's this?" Hesperrio asks energetically, scurrying around and fiddling with the opposing team's cooking station. He picks up several spices, inspecting them and juggling them between his six hands before setting them down.

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

Hesperrio is more than happy to help! "Just tell me what to do!"

Survival (Aid Ziamat): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7
Survival (Aid Ziamat): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (18) + 0 = 18
Survival (Aid Ziamat): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11

With the verimu brought down, Hesperrio turns his head and aims his two pistols. Each one cracks as he he fires in rapid succession at the uzorg.

Invigorating Semi-Auto Pistol, FA: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 - 4 = 5
Static Arc Pistol, FA: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 - 4 = 5

Semi-Auto (8/9), Arc Pistol (16/20), Rifle (9/10)

"Well, this will be interesting!" Hesperrio says as he moves to get a line on the verimu at the same time as the dragonkin decides to tackle the uzorg. He aims his sniper rifle at the avian predator, not having time to use his scope and fires while pointing his pistols at the uzorg with two of his other hands.

Disporan Rifle, 2 Range Increments: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 - 4 = 13
Fire: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Semi-Auto (9/9), Arc Pistol (18/20), Rifle (9/10)

Hesperrio's fur crackles with static energy as the akata falls.

"Hurry? Can do!" he says. Moving with accelerated swiftness, he move toward the cover of a tree to the south and reloads his pistol.

"Take this!" Hesperrio shouts as he unleashes a second salvo.

Invigorating Tactical Semi-Auto Pistol: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 - 4 = 19
Magic, P: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 - 4 = 3

"Hesperrio really needs a compass!" he comments to himself as the akata bursts out of its cocoon. He fires a shot from magical tactical pistol from one hand and fires a shot from his arc pistol from another. "Let's see which does better!"

Invigorating Tactical Semi-Auto Pistol, FA: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 - 4 = 13
Magic, Piercing: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Static Arc Pistol, FA: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 - 4 = 12
Electric: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Clip: 8/9
Battery: 18/20

"This would be quite the cheerful sight if I was not suffering from the melancholy of loss," Hesperrio comments as they enter the jungle.

"Wait! Shouldn't we have a plan?" he says as the dragonkin flies off. "Oh well." He draws his bevy of weapons and toddles afterwards.

"He didn't make it. Khwan," Hesperrio says morosely as he slumps into a chair in the dressing room. "I did not know him well--or really at all--but this makes Hesperrio sad."

He takes a breather while checking his guns and other equipment.

Take a Breather: 1 RP, SP fully restored.

Sadly, as I understand it, he needs to be out of the lava and stabilized before the end of this round to avoid death... and he's in the middle of the lava adjacent to an occupied platform. Even if Elwin jumped off and someone jumps on, they won't have enough actions left to do anything. :(

"Oh frag!" Hesperrio exclaims when he arrives to find Khwam's condition in the lava. "We are going to have so much paperwork..." His joke does very little to hide the tremor in his voice. He hops back on the conveyor belt, all three shoulders hunched.

Move, then Move back on conveyor.

"Ziamat can fly back! I'll never get to you trying to run against the conveyor belt!" Hesperrio calls back. "Why are you jumping and not climbing the cable!?"

Double Move

"Use the cable!" Hesperrio encourages Khwam before hopping and skipping over and onto the tracks. He zips along the faster track with surprising speed.

Move 30 ft (combined on/off track), Move 30 ft (all track), Hyper: Move 30 ft (off track)

Hesperrio releases the grappler and then fires it across to the other side of the room in an attempt to give Khwam and the others a guideline.

"Very glad to see that you are not literal toast!" the skittermander calls out as the blistered human begins to stir.

Grappler: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Move: Release Grappler
Standard: Fire Grappler

Hesperrio tries to haul Khwam out of the lava. "Need help!" he pants. "Hesperrio too small!"

Strength: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5

Hearing a muted splash and scream of agony, the skittermander looks back. "Kwame! Oh no! No no no." he frets.

Hesperrio draws the grappler and fires it at the unconscious body of his companion.

Grappler (grapple attack vs. creature, but maybe an object? But hopefully without Dex and maybe flat footed): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

"Ooh. That looks hot," Hesperrio states the obvious. He scoots back and takes a running leap to the nearest platform.

Athletics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Is that per platform or to completely cross?

Move: Move
Move: Move (Jump)

Our GM, I believe.

I will be leaving for a week starting Tuesday. I doubt that I will have an opportunity to check in. I'll see if my botting profile is up to date by the end of tomorrow.

"Whoops!"

I totally missed that!
If Mjolbeard is merciful, he will allow reordering of action to allow for all visible people not on the ledge to climb up before Hesperrio zipped away. Look at him with puppy eyes.

With the gnome safely on the ledge, Hesperrio releases and retracts the grappler with a high pitched zipping sound. He steps onto the conveyor, whisked into the side of the large dragonkin.

He takes a moment to get his bearings and observe the next room. "Oh! Careful!," he calls to the others. "These tiles blast you with energy if you step on them when they're glowing! Oh. What is that on your back, Ziamat?"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 +1 more vs. traps

Move: Grappler Release Command
Non: Conveyor belt ride
Standard: Perception Check

Hesperrio waits for Tixylix to climb the cable before he heads into the chute.

"Probably!"

As per requested in his last post:
Tixylix-Bot Athletics (Climb): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

Hesperrio takes in his surroundings.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17 +1 more vs. traps

"Well, if you're offer-ing!" Hesperrio snatches his pirate's hat with the last of his six arms after it flips off his head in the dragonkin's thrust. Once on the other side, he turns and fires the grappler at the base of the planks (marked with an X).

Grappler: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Move: Get carried across
Standard: Fire grappler

"Wait, wait! Hesperrio has a plan!" he says excitedly as he grabs the grappler from the loot cache with one of his six arms and heads for the boards. "Hesperrio can go across and fire the cable across to make a guide rail!"

The map does not have edit ability.

Move: Retrieve grappler
Move: Move 30 ft (places him at the square just before where the boards begin)

"Loot cache!" the skittermander cheers as they find the spoils.

"Oooh. Ziamat, do you mind giving me a boost up to that air shaft?" the skittermander asks. "I bet there's some easier and faster way to open the door on the other side. Oh, and maybe treasure!"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 +1 more vs. traps

"Oh! Hot, hot, hot!" Hesperrio says hopping from one foot to the other. He looks around, commenting, "How is a featureless room good entertainment?"

"That's right! Size doesn't matter," Hesperrio agrees with the opposing halfling. "What matters is gumption and spunk and a willingness to help your allies in the face of terrible odds!"

He turns to the pahtra and says, "Oh! I like your fur! Very nice. Um, but I think you dropped this?"

Boons

Ally: --
Faction: Wayfinder Champion
Personal: Nufriend Skittermander
Promotional: Promotional Re-roll (Shirt)
Social: Faction's Friend
Starship: In-Vehicle Training

"Oooh! Hair and make-up?" Hesperrio says as he skitters along. "Hesperrio is going to look so stylish!"

"I'm sure you have a great singing voice," the pirate skittermander says with a toothy grin at the dragonkin.

"Ooo! We've got to find those crates," Hesperrio says as Tixylix explains what he knows of the game show.

"You don't say that out loud, though," the skittermander says with a bob of his head toward the screen showing the screens behind Zo!

"No, no, no, no, no," Hesperrio clucks with his tongue in emphasis of his disagreement. "Starfinders help not hurt. Hesperrio will do what he must to help restore the Starfinder reputation!"

Guns of various sorts suddenly appear in several of his six arms. "Will there be shooting?" he asks.