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Thank you to Syvis and all the fans who pointed out the secondary objectives are currently missing from this PDF. Secondary Objectives for Starfinder Society Scenario #7-10: Rasheen's Requiem: If the PCs see through Rasheen’s ruse and discover the truth, they succeed at their secondary success condition. Doing so earns each PC 1 additional Reputation with their selected faction.
Starfinder Society Scenario #7-10: Rasheen’s Requiem is an adventure for 7th- through 9th-levelThat should be 7th through 10th, right? Regardless - wow, this has been an open thread since, like, season 1!! Very curious to see how Rasheen's story ends! Yes! Rasheen's Requiem is an adventure for 7th- through 10th-level characters!
Just popping in to answer a few questions: You'll notice we kept the options in this survey as broad as possible. This was intentional, but yes, it does mean that some options overlap with facilities already in the Lorespire Complex. Rest assured that whatever option is selected, we'll work internally to ensure it's distinct from anything else already in the complex and that it fits in with Absalom Station and our setting. Would I love a book about the Starfinder Society or Absalom Station? Yes, absolutely! There are no books currently announced on either topic. As to whether we'll be seeing more detail on other locations in the Lorespire Complex in the coming years? I can assure you that showcasing and utilizing the locations within the Lorespire Complex that already exist is on my radar and matters to me. As to when you can start to see these locations hit gaming tables? Related scenarios are not yet announced. Thanks all for your participation and thoughtful feedback!
To echo CorvusMask, this is definitely not whining. Our bold formatting is there for a purpose and both accessibility and readability are important to us. Thank you for pointing this (odd) error out. As correcting these issues takes more than one team along the way, I can't speak to speed, but I can say I'm looking into it and getting the process started. Thanks!
Yeah, I'm fine with that.
Never resist the urge to watch Firefly! And yes, I highly recommend the Expanse for anyone who hasn't watched it. It's really good. Woah, now that's a scene out of a supernatural horror movie! Ha! It's supposed to be tiny needles, which is even creepier. And it has better effects if I use a full action to cast it. I love puncture veil.
Well I regret to inform you that as a direct result of this post, you're stuck with me at your table. Have fun!!
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The group sets out through the misty jungle with Joanna leading the way. The mist is dense and the jungle is loud, with the sounds of chirping birds, hooting primates, and the persistent crackle of electric jolts spawned by the mist. In time, Joanna pauses the group at the edge of a clearing filled with thick, tall grass. Outside the grass field, the jungle thickens, making moving through it incredibly difficult. After a moment's hesitation, the group begins their trek through the tall grass. There's a flash of blue and brown fur as a strange little primate bites at Joanna's leg, letting out a loud WHOOP! Relying on her years of ninja training, Joanna dodges out of the way, narrowly avoiding the little furry primate's sharp teeth. Another furry primate bites at Mysterra, chomping on her leg for ! There's a cracking sound, and a lightning bolt shoots out of the mist at Joanna, blasting her in the chest for COMBAT TRACKER - Round 1 - Bold may act!
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The purple lizardfolk rushes forward and digs their claws into the yellow wolf, drawing blood. Meanwhile, the lizardfolk guards swing morning stars, slash with claws, and snap their jaws, but Tasya manages to dodge out of the way of each attack. COMBAT TRACKER - Round 2 - Bold may act!
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Delving into the library, the group finds numerous copper and metal tomes, all magically hovering throughout the archive. It looks like any books near ground level were consumed or stolen, but those higher up remain untouched. Unfortunately, none of you can understand the text inside the books. Still, you collect a number that look particularly valuable. At Capa's touch, one of the copper plates disintegrates, forming a series of glowing gold arcane sigils that orbit his head like a halo.
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The wolves viciously attack the teal lizardfolk, but only one wolf manages to get through the lizard folk's tough armor. Harelow completely misses, but Avri stabs the yellow lizardfolk in the side with his fine dagger, driving the lizardfolk to the ground where he quickly falls unconscious. The orange lizardfolk shakes his maracas and sings, inspiring his companions to greater heights. The pink lizardfolk rushes closer, claws bared, and the massive blue lizardfolk king pulls out a javelin and throws it at the yellow wolf, but his javelin goes wide and strikes the far wall. He snarls in anger! COMBAT TRACKER - Round 2 - Bold may act!
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Daisy blasts the blue bug with her crown, searing its antennae right off and heavily damaging the creature. Donny tears into the other bug, ripping its carapace open with his sharp talons. Dora tries to finish off the bug but her bite misses completely. Bigfoot trundles into the fray and finishes off one of the bugs, but Happy's too busy fighting alongside Bigfoot to take down the last bug. Slowly, Rocky shuffles over from across the battlefield and bops the last bug on the head with his big rock fist. The bug crumples under the blow, leaving out heroes victorious. Inside, the archive is quiet.
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Three bugs with fuzzy antennae scurry into the room! Two go right for Dora and Daisy, the first rubbing its antennae all over the metal bits and barding on Dora's saddle and the other rubbing it's antennae on Daisy's fine chain shirt.
Daisy easily twists out of the way, keeping her armor safe, but Dora's not so lucky! All of the metal buckles and clips holding the saddle on Dora's back rust away to dust! The saddle suddenly slips off Dora's back and Daisy goes tumbling to the ground! The other runs at Rocky, turns, and rubs its antennae on Rhesa's newly drawn sword! Rhesa easily raises her sword up into the air, keeping it out of the bug's reach. COMBAT TRACKER - Round 1 - Bold may act! Rocky
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The group presses on, into the domed building. Inside, they're greeted by a tangle of halls. The grand crystal dome atop the structure has collapsed into massive shards that jut from the floor at odd angles. A cracked, tessellated floor and worn stone alcoves and walls highlight this ancient building. Dirt and debris on the floor indicate animals or creatures of some kind live here. Their scat is oddly shiny. The walls reach up very high, nearly thirty feet into the air. Lining the walls from about 10 feet in the air and higher, are thin engraved copper plates, which float gently in the air, bundled in groups like open books. Their tarnished pages no doubt filled with all manner of esoterica — if only you could read them. Below 10 feet, there's nothing on the walls, as if someone's stolen all the books they could reach.
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The purple dancer lizardfolk rushes forward with a howl. Meanwhile, the nearby lizardfolk guards form a wall of their bodies, blocking the way forward and swinging their morning stars. One targets Tasya, cracking her in the shoulder ; and the other targets Avri, narrowly missing thanks to his magical protections! COMBAT TRACKER - Round 1 - Bold may act!
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The group hurries to the exit where they're greeted by a familiar face—Bal Themm!—the friendly guard who let them into the Necoropolis early this morning. "Back just before my shift ends, hey?" she asks pleasantly. "Happy to see you return. Many groups haven't yet." She grows silent for a moment, then shakes her head and smiles, rattling off questions while a lottery official scribes notes on a piece of papyrus and a second official examines your treasures. "Which site did you explore?" "What purpose did the site serve?" "What condition was the site in upon your arrival?" "What condition was the site in upon your departure?" "Recount your experience within." "What objects did you remove from the site?" "What records did you keep?" "Have you any documents or relics to turn over to the church?" "And finally, if considered worthy, would you like to continue in the lottery?"
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Hopwil hides in the shadows. The Rattler continues to play music and sing as the two dancing lizardfolk stomp and howl, drowning out the sounds of spell casting. One of the nearby lizardfolk guards spots the party, letting out a fierce bellow as he charges at Avri, raises a Morningstar, and brings it down at his head. Fortunately, the lizardfolk slips in the mud and nearly hits his own toes. The lizardfolk on the throne looks toward the entrance and shouts in a foreign tongue, causing the music to come to a grinding halt. The massive creature stands, draws a javelin, points at the party, and laughs. COMBAT TRACKER - Round 1 - Bold may act!
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Joanna leaps up the tree like a monkey, but the group all miss their attacks—all but Sokon, who pummels the soldier with magical missiles. As the soldier falls, her weapon discharges, firing at a particularly dense patch of fog that sends of a chain reaction of electrical charges and bolts.
As the blinding series of flashes and shocks winds down, the group is alone in the clearing, with the bodies of two soldiers dressed in green armor—presumably Azlanti soldiers, if they're from the same place as that drone Sokon analyzed earlier.
The group presses on, through waist deep, muddy water and clouds of flies, deeper into the lizardfolk den. Soon, the mud tunnel gives way to a large circular chamber—the largest you've seen in the den and the first you've seen of natural stone. The cavern spirals down like a corkscrew into a partially flooded pool with a circular pillar rising from its centre. Atop this pillar is a throne, built of bone and wood, upon which sits a massive lizardfolk — nearly 11 feet tall! — back lined with spines and wearing a thorn-tipped crown . Two crocodiles peek out of the water surrounding the pillar. Nearby, further up the ramp, is a lizardfolk that shakes shell maracas and sings a song . Atop the rise and across the room, two Lizardfolk bedecked in feathers and shawls dance wildly . On the highest level, similar to your elevation, are two massive cages containing scared and tired looking grippli. A trio of muscular lizardfolk guard the chamber, close to you.
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Joanna and Pablo both miss their targets, but Mysterra's scattergun strikes both of the armoured soldiers and Sokon's magic missiles slam into the one with the red visor, knocking her over. She doesn't get back up. The last soldier standing aims their rifle at Mysterra and fires, but her aim is thrown off by the dense mist. COMBAT TRACKER - Round 2/3 - Bold may act!
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The group reaches a large domed building located at the base of another cliff. The grand crystal dome atop this building has collapsed, presumably landing inside the building. Outside, cracked pillars, a shattered front walk, and statuary indicate the building was a place of importance. The front door still hangs on its hinges, although only the top portion of the door and the top hinge remains. The rest of the door is missing. Engineering or Perception DC 20:
The stone all around the door is undamaged and the edges on the bottom of the door are rusty. However, if the door had rusted apart, there would be rust and metal on the ground nearby and there's not. Roll a Knowledge (Dungeoneering) check. Perception DC 25:
You notice a stone mound with words engraved on it. Roll a Linguistics check.
"It is!" Faiza retorts. "Keep moving." The group continues past the well, until they reach a tall obelisk, marked with hieroglyphs and Pharasma's religious iconography. Located a short distance from the Necropolis' entrance, this is a holy site, a landmark, and a grave marker honouring all those who died in the Plague of Madness. Here, citizens of Wati can enter, pray and honour their ancestors, then leave, without venturing deeper into the Necropolis. At the sight of Pharasma's Needle, the Voices of the Spire point. "Exit's just past the Needle. You can find your way from here." They turn and leave, heading back into the Necropolis.
The group sets out through the desolate, empty streets, keeping a brisk pace but moving in silence. The distant sound of scrabbling claws, howling voices, and mournful wails are nearly drowned out by the constant wind, and the swish of sand across stone. In time, the group passes by the Umbracene Well, a massive hole in the earth, ringed in stones like a well, that drops down into darkness. The Voices of the Spire each raise a hand, drawing a spiral over their hearts with a finger, to ward themselves from evil with the sigil of Pharasma, goddess of life, death, and fate. "Stay away from the edge," Faiza remarks, breaking the silence for the first time during the walk. "Evil dwells within." She doesn't explain further. Rolls:
Bunursa and Ava hear whispers rising up from the well. Distant echoing voices that sound vaguely familiar. The pair strain to catch the words... Bunursa, you recognize one of the voices as your grandma who died when you were a little bunny! And Ava's certain she hears her mother down there... Neither of you can quite tell what Bunursa's grandma or Ava's mom are saying.
The group continues without healing, pressing on across the uneven field of rubble and ruined buildings to a dome in the distance and keeping an eye out for more strange lights. As the group travels, their eyes start to hurt, as if from strain, and their throats get scratchy and sore.
"His wounds are from the ghouls?" the scimitar-wielder asks nervously. "You're better off to leave him. The ghouls can infect those they bite and claw with ghoul fever. If it kills him, he'll become one of them." "We'll not lose a tourist on our watch, Menes." Faiza remarks. Turning back to Bunursa she adds, "If you've the funds, there are priests at the Grand Mausoleum who can cure ghoul fever—if your dog has it at all. The disease won't show its symptoms for a few days." The other guard scoffs and shakes his head as he notices the party's bulging bags. "With the treasures they're letting these grave robbers steal from the Necropolis, they'll all come out as rich as the pharaoh!" He spits on the ground, clearly upset about the lottery. Faiza snarls and the guard falls silent. "The lottery is held at the command of the Ruby Pharaoh—praise his name—and you'd be wise to remember it! They're not thieves. Not today. Long may the pharaoh live!" The angry soldier looks embarrassed, but both of the soldiers repeat Faiza's words, as all citizens of Osirion should. "Long may the pharaoh live."
The oread soldier looks at you in surprise, as if only now realizing the group might be capable of holding their own. "Impressive," she remarks. "But the ghouls within the Old City are one unit—a community of hungry dead. Their leader will not be pleased. But, perhaps, your valour has won you a reprieve." As the keening wail from a few streets over is joined by another screech, one of the other guards looks at the oread. "Faiza?" She gives him a nod. "Follow us. We'll escort you to the entrance. The Voices of the Spire have a tentative peace with the ghouls. If we're lucky, they'll let us pass without interference. If not... keep your eyes open and your weapons readied." With that, the soldiers turn and lead the way out of the alley.
As Ankhet's holy water crashes into the ghoul's face, it howls and covers its face. But the holy energy proves too much, and the creature crumbles to ash and bone and rotten goo. A gust of wind howls through the dusty street and an inhuman screech rings out from a few streets over—more ghouls. The stomp of hurried footsteps and the clang of armour and drawn steel marks the arrival of three figures at the end of the road. Three members of the Voices of the Spire arrive on the scene, swords drawn and ready to fight. Two are human men, one with a scimitar and the other with a khopesh and dagger, and they both look around warily, looking for danger. The third, an oread woman dual wielding khopesh, casts her gaze at you. "Where are they?" she demands. "The ghouls?"
Daisy shoots a beam of magical light from her crown, which slams into the red light. The rest of her animals attack, but only Donny manages to hit the nimble little light. Donny's talons dig into the light. Heavily wounded, the red light begins to flee the opposite direction as the yellow light.
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Usathis cuts the ghoul right in half, while Bunursa's bolt slams into the last remaining ghoul. The green ghoul snarls and tears into Kembe taking a giant bite out of his side, then he swings around the paralyzed dog and slashes his filthy claws at Bunursa, but the quick rabbit folk ducks and both of the ghoul's attacks miss her by a mile!
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The yellow light winks out of sight; surrounded by sparkles thanks to Capa, you track it's movement west—the yellow light is fleeing the battle and will soon be gone. COMBAT TRACKER - Round 3 - Bold may act!
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The blue ghoul leaps off the roof, talons bared and tongue lolling, and chomps at Ankhet. She sidesteps, and the ghoul's jaws clamp shut well to the left of her. COMBAT TRACKER - Round 1/2 - Bold may act!
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I'd appreciate a little less on the accent. I usually have time to post while cooking or some other multitasking and I'll definitely misunderstand something on occasion if you lean into it that hard. I think the only problem would be the words spelt out like another real world. So I got everything but 'less' made me have to reread since it turns out it was not 'less.' I'm sure I'd usually get it, but I'm also sure I'll miss it sometimes. Thanks for asking.
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