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"The one I just visited is run by a Joro - you know, from Salvation's End? All clones, silly people, but generally good. Got a greasy-food-and-old-machines vibe, but it was a nice place. Heard there was another one with a samsaran owner, but haven't been yet."

Just checking out the new game stores on the station.

Profession (Electrician): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

Chronicle looks good!

Dwarven Admittance can still be used to raise a dwarf's stats. Unfortunately, my dwarf has already used one, so I can't benefit until I make a new dwarf. Which seems sill with about 150 more races to try.

Thanks for a great game, everyone! goes back to stalking bigboom

Keyona and Ippy by the inimitable soulnova.

Keyona spits on a paw and wipes some dirt off Blank Ca's face. "We can't send you home looking like that, now, can we?"

Keyona grabs Fruk with one arm and Holsin with the other. Whispering, "Smile now, and once the undead are gone, we can help more," she faces one of the cameras and flashes a big, toothy grin while giving them a... well, you know.

Charisma: 1d20 ⇒ 13

She hopes that it looked more "happy" than "hungry". "Okay, let's get one with just the Starfinders! We're going to have a great album to show your friends when we get home."

Athletics +10, so one more Aid.

Intelligence: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

"Aw, the kids just wanted to see what was beyond the door. Normally I'd say to ask your parents, but it doesn't look like anyone who could open it is around."

Aid Another, Engineering: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 Or automatic aid with Athletics

...the follow-up attack sends the Polbak [b]tumbling down to the ground

I can't tell if that's bad CGI or good claymation.

Inspired by her own heroics, Keyona continues yelling at Polbak and hitting him with a sword.

"FRIENDSHIP SMASH!"

Standard Longsword: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 6 - 4 = 10
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 82

Standard Longsword: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 6 - 4 = 17
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 34

"What I wouldn't give for a giant robot about now... Hey, Delikie, doe the kids still like it when you yell out the name of your attacks like on those old holos?

"YOUR FUTURE IS BRIGHT BISECTION!"

Standard Longsword: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 6 - 4 = 19
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 63

Standard Longsword: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 6 - 4 = 21
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 7

"Hey, don't you fly away when I'm talking to you!"

Standard Longsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 vs. KAC
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 44

Keyona looks over the armor. "Hey, you did a good job putting those together, but I bet if we all work together, we can make it work even better! How's that sound?"

When the big genius (presumably) refuses to play tinker toys, the soldier gives him a couple good whacks.

Standard Longsword: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 6 - 4 = 3 vs. KAC
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 44

Standard Longsword: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 6 - 4 = 3 vs. KAC
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 60

Uuuuuuuuggggghhhhh...

Survival, get snacks for everyone: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Keyona's Artificial Moon Pies™ are a hit!

Keyona double moves toward Polbak. "Your friend Fruk says you're smart. So how about we skip the part where we try to kill each other and have something to eat. We already talked to the dwarves, and I bet we can all be friends."

Completely Futile Diplomacy Check: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Make sure the cameras catch all the holes they put in me.

Responding to Keyona's answers, "So your protective instincts extend even to these dwarves we've discovered. But perhaps they are faking ignorance and this is all some elaborate trap. Have you considered that?

"Of course I've considered it. You think no one's ever tried to pull one over on me? When I'm keeping my eyes on them, I'm also keeping my eyes on them, you know? If there's any funny business, I'll teach them a lesson, but you have to assume the best of people if you want the best of people."

"As for the Starfinders, it sounds like they've committed fraud upon you, correct? They promise exploration but, as you stated, the entire organization just creates one mess after another that unfairly places strain on its agents such as yourself. One can argue that this entire live show is a result of Starfinder mismanagement, would you not agree?"

"Look, I'm not mad at them, I'm just... disappointed. It's not Ehu Hadif's fault that things are always pear-shaped. We can't let the jinsul take over the Pact Worlds, even if I'd rather be drinking wine on Pulonis."

Keyona squeezes into the booth. "Zo! didn't plan for bears when he made this, did he? I know this whole setup was not just to try to fit me into small spaces, but you'll let me know if I have to get into a skittermander-sized escape pod, right?" She sighs and answers Wazasha's questions as they come.

"Well, you've been very protective of your team. Do you truly believe they deserve someone like you putting yourself in between them and dangerous enemies?"

"I don't think anyone needs to do anything to deserve protection. We're all sentient beings, and we all deserve to be able to live our lives, or unlives, the way we see fit. It just so happens that I have what it takes to be a big, sharp wall between my babies and the dangers of the galaxy, so that's what I gotta do." She tries in vain to flex in the confined space, but it mostly looks like a shurg.

"Of all the encounters we've had so far on this show, what has surprised you the most?"

"I agree with the others that there's something mighty odd about dwarves being here - and dwarves who don't know about the Gap, no less!

"And lastly, what about being a Starfinder makes you mad?"

"Well, Ippy never shows up until it's time to form the head, but I bet that's not what you're asking about. I joined up because I wanted to explore - with the understanding that I may have to knock some sense into people along the way - but it seems like all we ever do is fly from crisis to crisis. Our reputation's broken, our computers are broken, the fabric of spacetime is broken. Can we just not have something I need to clean up for fifteen minutes please?"

Keyona tries to help by translating some of the more "futuristic" words into ancient Dwarven equivalents.

Diplomacy, Aid: 1d20 ⇒ 11

"...yes, tiny metal ropes that carry lightning... don't ask me how, I'm a fighter too..."

The goblin says, "Whatcha all lookin' at me for? We weren't doing anything wrong - just the usual! A little explosion here. A little explosion there. Scavenging what we find as we move along. Open up an exhaust pipe or two to breath in the life-giving gases - which might have occassionally gone a bit toxic - but not TOO much!

"Y'know Chief Momma Bear, I'm starting to resent being blamed for everything. No one here even asked for my name... The buck stops with the chief - and that's YOU!"

"You're right, baby," the now-less-acid-covered bear says as she leads the goblin to a table. "You're right that I have been neglecting you, and I'm very sorry. Anyone would be upset if they were being blamed for things they didn't do, or even for accidents. You tell Momma Key your name, and I promise I will do a better job of active listening in the future.

"Holsin, would you come talk with us too please?" She lays out some Brainy Towels and a cookie in front of each of them. "Let's have a seat and some snacks, and we can talk about how we can all play nice and share, okay?

"Delikie, would you come give us a hand? You look like the only one with a rank of Diplomacy you would be good at talking things out."

Keyona makes sure to display the towels prominently before cleaning herself off.

And rest to regain stamina.

"Hey, baby, Momma's got this. You stay back and let me clean this up. "

Standard Longsword: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 6 - 4 = 6
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Standard Longsword: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 6 - 4 = 3
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Perhaps she should have been looking at the ooze instead of the cameras.

"Looks like I'm going to need some nanoweave towels to handle this mess. And when I need nanoweave towels, I choose Brainy. Brainy Towels - specially engineered by contemplatives to handle your most disgusting messes. Brainy Towels - it's the brainy choice!"

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Reflex Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Keyona is too wrapped up in the moment to get out of the way of the acid. She lets out a scream that hopefully looks like triumph on film even though it is pain as the creatures burn her fur.

Keyona mugs to the camera a bit. "You wanted me covered with slime, fans?" She then starts hacking at the Blue goop.

Standard Longsword: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 6 - 4 = 11 vs. KAC
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Second hit goes to Red if Blue stops moving.

Standard Longsword: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 6 - 4 = 22 vs. KAC
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

The first attack misses, but Keyona grins over her shoulder. She then lets out a battle cry and hacks into the ooze on the backswing.

Critical Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Hopefully it will be still for a moment, then the top half slides to the side as it dies.

"Excuse me... pardon me... Momma Bear coming through." Keyona shoves past the camera crew and red ooze provoking to make an ursine wall and then hacks at Blue.

Engineering: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Standard Longsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25 vs. KAC
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Keyona glances at the camera. "You think we don't have skills because we don't want to slime ourselves for you? I doubt anyone wants to watch us take a few hours to wash up when dinner's on the table right here. Zo!, I bet you could make a great game show out of making teams who can't answer trivia questions slide through goo - y'all want to see that, right? - but my babies and I got a job to do. Now watch these skills, babies!"

She then does a bear-el roll toward the temple.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

After that, she goes into big scary bear mode and lifts the rock!

Athletics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

She decides she needs to add some flourishes to the end.

Acrobatics, Reroll, 2 Novas: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 2 = 16

Keyona, you will actually be able to make it through the fissure but while traversing it, you'll be squeezing.

Does Zo! know how long it takes to get grease out of fur? I'ma Starfinder, not a launderess!

Engineering: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Engineering: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Keyona whispers to her goblin nephew, "See, this is why we don't play with explosives! Someone could have gotten hurt. Now sit in the corner and think about what you've done."

Intimidate to make him: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Then, to the others, "I don't think this stuff will hurt, but you'll be slicker than an Akitonian thasteron baron if you go through it. And... I'm pretty sure I won't fit, even if you lubed me up. I'll keep an eye on things here while you all go have fun."

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

Chief Momma Bear whispers to the goblin, "Your chief wants you to play nicely with your new friends. I'm sure we can all find a way to share the salvage."

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"I don't think any group I am in counts as small," Keyona muses as she looks at the fissure. ""Gruppendruck von Leuten, die gar nicht hier sind. Großartig. Hören Sie, Menschen zu retten ist im Grunde das, was wir tun. Wie wäre es, wenn Sie uns das überlassen und unseren Ghulfreunden hier keinen Grund mehr geben, uns allen das Leben schwer zu machen?

"Let me take a look at that rock. Surely Zo could sell a feat of strength."

How difficult does it look to move it? And can I tell if doing so would cause other things to fall?

Keyona has no idea what anyone is saying until the dwarf suddenly says a failure message in Common. She comes alert, looking for the source of the problem.

Last time she was in a game with bigboom, she "adopted" some gnolls. Soon only Fitch will be better known as a parental figure in the Society.

I believe the official ruling is that everyone in an online game has Promotional Reroll, since we have no way to prove whether you own a shirt or not. At least that is what my local VO says.

Keyona wipes some soot off her new nephew's face and hands him some trail mix.

"I think that means 'leave him', which is fine, I guess. But the little bugger is cute, don't you think? Want to come up here with Aunt Key and see how much fun we can have without blowing things up?"

She will lower a titanium cable line to anyone who needs help getting up.

Keyona takes the photo from the goblin. "He is cute. I hope you teach him to be more careful with explosives," she coos before handing it back.

"I don't think we have to hurt any more goblins. Maybe make sure they don't have any more explosives before sending them on their way, though."

After that is decided, she will try to wriggle up the hole.

Athletics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

"What did I tell you? WHAT DID I TELL YOU?! You are in so much trouble, mister, missus or miscellaneous!"

Standard Longsword: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 6 - 4 = 13 vs. KAC
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Standard Longsword: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 6 - 4 = 21 vs. KAC
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Keyona squeezes through the door toward Red, waving her sword around and yelling "You put down that laser or you're going to get a right spanking!"

Walls will not contain me!

"Hey, cameras, you're going to get yourselves killed! Again!"

Keyona steps closer to Blue before taking revenge on Señor Armadillo.

Standard Longsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 vs. KAC
Slashing Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

When she hears the explosion, Keyona rushes in front of the Starfinders and Zo!'s crew, ready to take the brunt of the blast. Fortunately, it seems that the force was contained elsewhere. She draws her sword and yells, "Behind me!" as she rushes toward the sound.

When reaching the room with the fauxmadillo, she shoves the camera crew aside - "Watch out, dears, this probably isn't safe for you." - and toward the enemy. Despite her enhanced speed, she can still only interpose herself between two of them and the rest of the team.

"Don't you kids know it's not safe to play with fire? You might hurt yourself! Or someone else! And if you don't behave, I may have to give you a spanking!"

There really isn't another way. Make your rolls, then edit your post to reflect the results. The boards don't usually change them on you...

"Looks like Ippy's cockpit in there, though maybe a little worse smelling."

Keyona fondly remembers a gaggle of juvenile gnolls climbing over her and calling her "Aunt Key". She decides to play this up and be the "team mom" on this expedition as well. She stops by the commissary to get snacks for everyone (the trail mix with M&Ms - got to be fun and healthy!) and makes sure everybody's armor is clean and they use the head before they leave.

No idea what skill would be appropriate for this. Intimidate is her only trained charisma skill, but yeah. Medicine to treat boo-boos? Athletics to be a Russian dancing bear?

I earned Claimant to Salvation with you, though I was a musical rat at the time.

"Man, Ippy is going to be sorry he missed this. Sometimes we have to remind him why we hired him. The arms and legs do all the work, anyway.

"I don't suppose you're going to give us any intel about the place we're headed before we touch down? More entertaining for us to go in blind, I suppose?"

A towering figure squeezes through the doorway of the waiting room, wearing an unfamiliar uniform that is mostly white but with some red trim, and a helmet completely obscuring her face. There is an oversized sword strapped to her back. More than three meters tall, she stands ominously above the agents as she lifts her hands to remove the headgear.

"Have any of you seen a skittermander around here?" she says in a tone that is more annoyed than threatening as her ursine features are revealed. "Red fur, about yay high -" she holds her paws barely apart at all "- uniform like mine, but blue. IPPY!" She yells out into the hallway. "Runt thinks that because he can form the head, he can just party with yetis until all hours of the night. Well, we'll see what you can do next time when THE ROBOT DOESN'T HAVE ITS SWORD ARM!"

Having exhausted her fury, she glances at the room, finds no appropriate chairs, and sighs as she leans against the wall and set her helmet on the table. "So I guess I'm here to watch everyone's backs. And fronts. Whatever side needs it. Name's Keyona."

I don't have edit access to the slides.

I couldn't bear it last time.

You're in for a good one. I had the first seeker issue me a replay so I could be in another of bigboom's games.

Howdy. Haven't seen you since Duskmire.

Y'all are too young if you hear "mechs" and think Power Rangers.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rPSLQxMT8w

Day job is now tracked by players instead of being entered by the GM. It's part of the season 4 changes.

No problems with the chronicle. Hope to see you all again soon!