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Bloody hells., Ladim's eyebrow darts up at the General's appearance. The short man nods, his lips parting with anger at the box. "You've got it, mate." Giving the man a tap on the shoulder, he grits his teeth. "We'll teach 'er a lesson she'll never remember.", he sips his flagon with anger, "Because she'll die before she can forget it." The sorcerer's hands glow with a pale, blue light. "You know where she is?"

With a loud *crack*, Ladim appears in the center of the tavern, seemingly breathing heavily - as if in a hurry. "Ah, Besmara's B!&@@**s. Funny how you can appear instantaneously, you keep being late all the time.", he exhales, nodding at Ani and Rungchak already sitting around the table. "Unless, ahem, you'd like me to be even later?" A radiant grin shines from the short human's mouth, as he pulls up a chair. "So what's new, and how in the Nine Hells am I on time and You-Know-Who isn't?"

Spells will be coming later tonight! (Possibly Greater) Teleport is there, surprisingly enough.

Hey there!

Incredibly sorry about this, I could've sworn that I didn't see my name in the recruitment. Post coming up as soon as I'm back from work!

Just tacking on the HP rolls here.

HP: 15d6 ⇒ (3, 5, 5, 1, 4, 4, 6, 2, 5, 5, 1, 3, 5, 4, 6) = 59 68 is nothing to be sorry about as a Sorcerer!

Good grief, just noticed how messed up my formatting was. It's what happens when you post just before bed, and trust your memory... Sorry about that.

Hey there! I hope I'm not too late to the show!

Just as a foreword, I've played the first book of Iron Gods to its conclusion with Ladim, and a tiny bit of the second one (literally the first encounter) and I'm saying it now. I'll not be metagaming, duh, but I feel the GM should know, and I feel like I should say it.

Regarding Ladim's stats, I feel he's rather optimised, but not to an overpowered margin. That being said, I wouldn't mind re-working him (mostly his familiar), since I love playing the bloody git for his accent and banter, and not his statblock.

And now:

Thank you for letting us know, and have a great time blasting robots into bits!

Added an appearance tab for Ladim.

As for the skills - Ladim was originally meant as someone to aid with Disable Device, and the party seems a lot more than capable in that area! - is there a particular skill that might be valuable to the party that I might consider?

That'll be Ladim's Lvl 5 block. I'll work on smoothing the details over the week, and if there's anything that stands out of the ordinary, let me know!

Arcane blaster, you say...

Ladim here's been a part of a really great Iron Gods campaign in which the GM unfortunately had to go due to RL circumstances.

His current statblock is for lvl 16, but I'll rework that for lvl 5. Although, that would give you a glimpse of possible future builds.

Ladim's main qualities include:

- Charming Smile
- River Kingdoms Accent
- Knowledge of Technology
- Getting into places he shouldn't be
- The most horrifying arcane punch in the world (with extra tripping)

Fluff-wise, he's an Arcane Sorcerer, focusing on blasting with Magic Missiles and later Battering Blast, as well as some utility spells that the other casters might not be able to provide. But mostly, it's the blasting.

I'll re-work the stat profile for lvl 5 soon!

Ouch. I feel for you, DM, I really do. I wish you the best of luck with the situation and I hope it all works out. Thanks for the opportunity to play Ladim once more, even if it was just in a tavern!

Ladim chuckles as he takes another sip. Lifting a pouch from his belt, he begins rolling another tube, offering the tobacco to others. "I wouldn't be that sure, mate.", he replies, shoving away from the punch. "And keep those bloody meathooks away from me, you Shoanti bastard, or I'll punch back.", he grins as another spark from his finger lights up the cigarette. "Oh, that reminds me of the time we got ambushed by those harpies. Where was that, Daggermark? Belkzen?" He starts laughing. "I couldn't talk to birds the next week, everytime I saw one I started laughing.", he chuckles, patting the warrior on the back.

"But, pretty sure I can get us all to the moon, no worries. Any of you's got animals or something that need transporting? 'Cause I can take us all in one trip, but if one of you gits needs to take their elephant or whatever, I'd have to make a return trip.", he says, flicking the ash on the muddy ground of the tavern.

Think we're just about done, so when the GM's ready, I'll be starting the go to the moon.

Ladim sighs. "Alright, I'm not really feeling it in here. I remember a real lovely tavern in the Mwangi Expanse, want me to go and grab whoever's singing? I'll return them after we're done, don't worry.", he quickly says, raising his hands to the more law-inclined members. "Unless one of you'd like to volunteer. Though I'm pretty sure none of us has got the time to learn the flute or some s#+&e."

Ladim grins. "That's the spirit, Rhen, buddy. Though I don't know why you'd think there's no air on the moon? It's sort of a concern, but I'm sure we'd work something out."

"Ah, never showed you that trick, did I.", he gives a toothy smile at Quinn. "It's one of my best ones, I got to say, mate.", Ladim continues as he lifts another beer from the bar. "Keep them coming, buddy!", he says, placing the beer in front of Rhen.

"So, what we're going to do is, we're all going to hold hands, and then, poof, we're on the moon." Ladim explains, taking several sips. "Took me a few tries to get it right, ended up in the main square of Litran once, and just when the Gray Gardeners were having one of their fancy executions." And leave out the part where you have a ten thousand gold piece bounty on your head. Seriously? Just ten?

"But now I got it covered, right as rain."

"Ha, not the Abyss itself, hell no. Not that crazy.", he chuckles. "And to the next pint!", he finishes Quinn's toast.

Ladim grunts, taking a sip and letting out a pleased sound. "Yeah, a lot better when it's ice cold.", he shares to Shadoo. He chuckles. "I can't tell you about Insatiable Queens, but the stories of insatiable queens go all around. Not that I'd know personally.", he grins. "Which reminds me, hell of a thing, that Korvosa business. Good thing they got it in check.", he says, chuckling.

He leans back on the chair, nodding. "Well, my mum always said I got most of my charm from that a$+!%~+, but I can't tell you why. Seems like demons agree. Still, it's a matter of kicking back, and it's some right t#&& that are getting kicked." He laughs. "And left ones, too."

Ladim nods. "Never been on the Moonscar, mate. Wouldn't usually go there either. But it seems like we're going there, so get in your moon pants."

Ladim Relos, motivational speaker. Should put that in the list., Ladim thinks as he sees Yarr respond. "Come on, Tamran is about three whole steps above the Abyss in hospitality. Maybe two, haven't checked lately."
Ladim sends a smile at Rhen. "Ah, saving the best for last, buddy.", he says, reaching over to shake the dwarf's hand with a grin. "Thanks for the help, and thanks for responding so quickly, mate. Now, I've been preparing a very special place for that beer,", he says, nodding at Shadoo, "and that place is inside of my gullet. And thanks for the kind words, too. Always had a poet's soul inside, you terrifying git.", he chuckles.

He leans back on the chair, nearly lying down. He places his hands on the table. "Right, so how've you lads been? Anything I should know of?", he asks, considering putting his feet on the table, before deciding it's too much hassle. He waves at the bar, and the moment a frothing mug appears, it lazily starts flying in the air towards the table. "Let's leave the work talk for tomorrow, though. Not really feeling it right now.", he says, landing the pint in front of Shadoo.

I'm basically waiting for the GM giving the go for tomorrow, and the hunting/locating parts. If I know that the Queen is on the moon, I'll be ready to teleport us in the morning.

From the shoddy door walks a familiar figure, dressed in a thick velvet longcoat. Ladim Relos' usual smile is gone from his face, replaced by an image of deep sorrow, as the short human walks to the bar and waves at the bartender. A frothing mug, nearly as big as the man's head is placed in his hand, as he slowly moves through the quiet crowd towards the table, surrounded by friends and acquaintances.

The short sorcerer sits down, placing the mug in front of him. A tattoo of a tail slithers between his fingers and disappears down his sleeve. He looks over the table, giving a nod at all the attending members, giving them a pained stare as he reaches behind his ear and draws a crumpled paper tube. Flicking his fingers, a small spark appears between his thumb and index finger as he lights the end of the tube.

He exhales a waft of smoke, continuing to look around the table. "Alright, lads.", he says, his voice raspy as he reaches in for another draw. "You're all wondering why this chap's called you out to the best pub in Tamran.", he says, taking a sip from his beer. "I never was much for minding my tongue, so I guess I'll just say it.", he says, taking in several puffs at once. "Last week, I went to me mum's house, and... she was killed.", he swallows. Best skip on the details, Ladim, mate.. "There was a note that said some insatiable queen, and no, that's not the worst name I've heard for a hooker, has kidnapped my da.". He takes a long swig, then leaves the flagon on the table.

"Now, I've never met the chap, so bar the obvious, I know next to nothing why he'd need him. Trouble is, if the magic in him is half as bloody strong as it is mine, we're in the deep." He stands up, placing his hands on the table. "So, that's why I sent for you, my love lumps, to help me kick the s&++e out of that cow Izmiara.", he says, fierce determination in his voice. "I know we haven't always seen eye to eye,", he says, his glance going over Yarr, "Some of you never seen me in person,", he continues, nodding at Regulas, "And some of you've shared way too many of their personal secrets to let me march into the Abyss alone.", he sends a grin at Quinn. "How you doing, you big oaf?"

He stands up, crossing his arms. "I'm not actually able to pay you lot a lot, but I'm sure as hell not going to check your pockets after. You can also count on me to buy you drinks until you're dead.", he winks at Yarr. "I'll set up a fund for when after I push the daisies for you, wise artificer." He puffs out another cloud of thick smoke. "But that's for tomorrow. Tonight we toast me ol' mum an her memory." He raises the flagon. "The tab's paid, and the bartender owes me big time. Go wild. We can clear the hangover in the morning." He goes behind, giving Quinn a hard, strong hug. "I'm holding you personally responsible, you big Shoanti bastard. If I promise to make the tavern take off into the skies, stop me before I actually do it." I honestly don't know who I'll bash first, her or that runaway tosser... It's his f!%+ing fault.

Whoops!

I lost the thread and I couldn't find the new one. I'll post straight away and keep to posting as often as I can.

Sorry, again.

Right. Other players, since we're going to have a couple of days until the GM shows up, anyone ever though of former affiliations with the other PCs? I could see maybe having a run-in with Regulas anywhere from the Worldwound to Numeria, or, perhaps even a grudge with Yarr due to disagreement on 'safe handling of artefacts'?

Just doing the HP roll.

HP, start, 15 levels, 4 con, 1/level: 6 + 15d6 + 80 ⇒ 6 + (6, 1, 1, 6, 1, 1, 6, 6, 3, 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 4) + 80 = 139
Ha! 1 hp above average!

I've updated the bloke and tomorrow I'll put up a short character description.

Hello all!

Firstly I'd like to say that I haven't had the experience to play with DM Mathpro, but from what I gathered, it'd be a blast, and I'm glad to have been selected.

Regarding the PC's parents, I have absolutely no issues with that, considering someone went through the effort of raising his mom and finding his deadbeat dad.

Now, about myself, I'm assuming that I'm a fair bit younger than the regular crowd at 22, and I'm currently doing a course in Mechatronics in sunny Scotland. I started Pathfinder three odd years ago, and I just got my own campaign off the ground, of which I'm quite proud! I've also played a fair amount of Dragon Age, and loved it.

For the player side, I aim to play different characters and not get bogged down in a niche. (Despite cowboys being something of a soft spot.) I enjoy inter-character interaction a lot, and a favourite thing to do is start a conversation with another character about a topic that is unrelated to either the characters or the 'quest'.

Regarding Ladim, he is a fairly colourful character. Visually, I imagine him as an amalgamation between a silver-tongued cockney bastard and Jack from Mass Effect, latter mostly a visual inspiration in combat.

Regarding character building and leveling up, I have to admit I've never played anything about level 10. (and that was a bit of a strange homebrew) I have a vision of what to pursue, but I'd like to ask for the players and the DM to give it a brief glance after I'm done to let me know if something stands out as overpowered or straight up unbalancing, and I'll figure out something else.

The Lion Cleric here, checking in with the character alias. Haven't updated him to lvl 16 yet, but it would be a fun exercise!

Question to the GM, how would you rule the Create Spell Tattoo supernatural ability?

Create Spell Tattoo (Su)

At 7th level, a tattooed sorcerer can create a spell tattoo once per day with a single touch as a standard action. The recipient of the spell tattoo must be willing to receive the spell tattoo. If she gives the spell tattoo to herself, it does not count against the regular limit of magic tattoos she can have. The spell tattoo must be of a spell that she knows that has no material or focus component. She can maintain one spell tattoo created by this ability at a time—if she uses this ability again, the previous spell tattoo she created fades away. Spell tattoos she creates with Inscribe Magic Tattoo do not count against this limit. She can use this ability twice per day at 11th level, and three times per day at 15th level.

This ability replaces the bloodline feat gained at 7th level.

The way I see it is, you can create a scroll once per day that lasts until it's used. Do I need to provide the components (gold cost) for the spell, or is it simply created? Simply asking because three more spells per day of unlimited level, despite the no M or F component requirement and the minimum of a standard and a full-action required to use them is quite powerful.

Ladim's backstory's been updated. Following a short and unsuccessful business opportunity in Varisia, he took a Sczarni offer to protect a cart, ending up in the vicinity of the village.

Ladim's updated for lvl 1. *waiting intensifies*

I've updated Ladim for the requirements against dumping stats, and will re-update him for level 1 and the items available.

Woah!

I must have missed it!

I'm someone who was playing with Lady Ladile in one of the games that fell through, and I was wondering if I could play a sorcerer from that game. I know the usual rules about playing characters that have already been in campaign, but I hope you'll find that Ladim is quite the character.

In short, consider this an application from a spell-weaving, compact-sized, lovely accented river pirate.

Obviously will be reworked for level 1, but I think he'll fit pretty damn well in a campaign of this caliber.

That's a hella shame. I haven't had that much fun playing a character in a long time that I've seen with Ladim.

@Felicia, you're g***!~n right I'd want to continue. I'm assuming some of the others would be as well, or maybe someone would be willing to run the game instead? I can't, at the moment, but I'd love to continue.

Same with me, I don't mind waiting. As a matter of fact, in a couple of days I'll probably be starting a campaign of my own, so I decided to inform you guys. I'll begin the campaign recruitment soon, as soon as all of the information I currently have in my head is properly put down to TEKNO-LODJIKAL paper. (AKA, wiki page.)

I'll update you as soon as I start that.

Looking upwards at the sun, Ladim smiles and sighs. "Oh, sun. I'll bloody hate you tomorrow, when my mouth is dry and my head feel like the Mana Wastes." "Ha! On the job, I'm an actor every single day, darling.", mentions Ladim to Palo. "I even have names for the routines, when you need to talk to someone. When you need to escape the authorities, you are the 'Merchant in Trouble'. Find a gang of heavy armed, yet diverse lads, like our party just now, and pretend someone tried to ask for a bribe, or assaulted you, or turned over your cabbage cart or whatever, and ask for their assistance. Nine times out of ten, it works. Especially if you tell them what you've been wrongly accused of. Drop them a sum of money afterward, some pocket change, then say you need to leave town because you don't feel safe any more."

Ladim then continues to explain the tricks of the trade. "Another thing I've pulled, when I'm escorting somebody that's not from around these parts, be it someone running around, is to pretend to be a foreign dignitary.", he turns his nose in the air and begins speaking in a fairly convincing Galtian accent. "Ze monsieur has no reason to be disturbed by zuch meagre thinks as 'toll collections'. I vill give you ze small sum of 50 gold cockatiels, and ve vill be on our vay. Cenk you vey, vey much." He grins, then continues. "Gets better if you turn to the other person and begin speaking slowly, quietly, and incredibly nervously, in a foreign accent. I was reciting a manual for a door in Androffan last time, and we were pretending to be Osiriani. Normal guards will take the money and shut their faces, they get paid less than that in a year, and sergeants and such don't want to risk an accident. Anyone higher is rarely out on patrol, and if they are, you know."

The lesson continues, "Problem is bandits. Can't drop them money, and if there's more than, say, 6 or 7, they aren't terribly bothered by a mage." He grins, having another tale in his pocket. "So, this one time I was on a decently sized caravan, going to Lastwall. Had about a dozen guards on my side, and we get swarmed by maybe twice as many bandits. Luckily, the lad on my side was a magus of sorts. So I say to the bloke, follow my lead, and everyone else, shut your gobbers. I stand up, completely ignore the bandit leader and say to everyone on the caravan paying attention.", stopping for dramatic effect, stopping and taking a pose as if a commander to his troops. "Alright, people, remember what that Pathfinder bloke said. Take the bat s%#+ in your hand, concentrate real hard, and lob the fireball, don't throw the fireball. Started channeling that blue stuff, and I'm telling you, darling, I swear they were outrunning the horses!" Sadly, I couldn't b%&&#~*@ out of every situation...

Hearing about the missing people, Ladim mutters, "We can hope that they got lost and will come back now that things are back to normal. Or that some of them did while we were gone and were in the boozer at all times."

"Me? A bad influence? That is preposterous, madam, simply preposterous!", says Ladim in a horrifyingly over-acted, noble Taldan accent. "That's a bit hostile, isn't it, darling?", turns Ladim to the catlady. Sheltering his eyes from the sun, he then stretches his arms and continues, "Right. So, does anybody want to tell me what's new in Torch? Bar the beacon shutting down, half the people disappearing and one incredibly handsome young scallywag appearing in town?"

Thank...someone... Ladim smiles at Palomia. "Ha! Galt. Well spoken, the only thing these lads can do proper is cheese, and that's because they leave it to mold!" He chuckles. "I've done plenty of things, that's true. I like Numeria, been here for about six or seven years. Worked as a respectable businessman, helped outfit the Crusade up in Mendev. Damn League are trying to bleed the folks dry, leave them hungry, weaponless and everything against the f#+#ing demons. Our lads there need all the help we can get, I've been sending some of the stuff from here, grenades, some of those healing nanites. I was a caravan guard for a while as well. Nobody expects this lad to blow their sorry arses apart. But as a whole, I'm mostly transporting perfectly legal and not-at-all technological equipment for the lads in Mendev."

Ladim then smiles again, "As for the wine, women and song, it's never all those. Mostly because I can't sing and prefer beer." He stops for dramatic effect, then continues, "I'm usually busy pretty much all the time. Running from the guards this day, explaining crusaders how to use a grenade the next, and so on. It's just that whenever the job's finished, I just go for a cold one, and if I'm lucky, a hot one. Speaking of which, I even saw Mendev's queen once, on a rally. Ooft. I wish all birds her age looked like her, eh." He suddently becomes a lot more serious. "It's this, love, that if you got a mission, a lot of folks drive themselves crazy, even when there's nothing they can do about it. Seen it quite often up there. Blokes breaking their teeth in their sleep out of stress, making stupid mistakes they didn't do even in their first day, on and on."

Ladim sighs and keeps going. "Look at me ranting. What I meant is, that there's a time and place for everything. Like a wise bloke I knew once said, if you want to go fast, you go alone. If you want to go far, you go together. Too many people burn themselves out."

Ladim rolls himself a cigarette quickly and keeps going, grin on his face. "Look at your Uncle Ladim being wise and all. I suggest we talk about t@$# for a while, to ease the tension. Relas, mate, are there any females like you? I always wondered how non-humanoids know how something of their species is attractive.", tossing a devilish look at Palomia.

Ladim chuckles sadly at BoB's response. "Well, it depends if you're an android deemed of world domination, mate. If us meddlesome fleshlings are gone, it'd be quite easier for you to take over the world, isn't it? I'd agree on it being bad, though, as Gwyndle said, the wise little bastard he is, it's only to be talked about after lunch, dinner, second dinner and drinks inbetween." Why do people always try to think about the bloody thing they're doing all the time? It's all about mentality. If you don't rest, you don't get to be at top performance.

The sorcerer grins and turns towards the others. "Right then, lads. Fancy talking about who you are and where you're from? I'd start, but you probably heard a lot of blather from this handsome lad. Palo, I can literally hear that you're from Sevenarches, and I knew a bloke from there, a cleric, that had to leg out quickly, due to Outsider-related incidents. Tell me more about where you two have been? Seems like you travelled a lot."

No more work talk until tomorrow., he thinks, eyeing the others for seditious conversations.

Ladim laughs out loud when he hears about the halfling infestation. "I thought the correct term to refer to that is a plague of halflings, to be fair." Ladim sighs and stands up, beginning to walk as well, stuffing whatever he can in his pockets. "I should probably put my shirt on now, unless you all want to look at me a bit more.", grinning at the party. On the way there, he's unusually quiet, mostly being alone with his thoughts. "If none of you mind, I'll take the pistol. I don't think none of you knows how to use it," And neither do I, but I'm a quick learner., "And when I run out of juice, it's nice to have something rather that tiny globs of acid. I hate acid. So unprofessional.", he says as soon as they begin to split the loot.

Turning to Daisy, he says to the others, "I think Daisy has to look after his people now, and he's done what we asked for. Ah, bloody hell." Ladim begins gesturing at the vegepygmy, waving at him as if telling him to be free, and extending his hand, before noticing the vicious claws on Daisy's hands and patting him slowly on the shoulder, smiling. "Alright, you green menace, you're free to go now. See you around, and keep your lads safe." He then stops for a second and produces a small bit of parchment from his satchel. He then begins writing, using the nearest wall as a cover.

The carrier of the following, a vegepygmy, known to sentient species as 'Daisy', and his entourage,
is hereby allowed to remain on the grounds and the surrounding areas of Torch as one, whose heroic acts and actions have been instrumental in the defence and safety of its inhabitants.
If any harm was to come to him, it would be as assaulting a member of Torch, and the guilty party is to be given the appropriate punishment.

This document carries the authority of one Khonnir Baine, guaranteeing the protection of the carrier.

Turning towards the wizard, Ladim hands him the parchment and his quill and says, "Khonnir, sign here please. I'm not really taking any objections at this point. I'm damn good at Legalese.", before handing the paper over to Daisy, and beginning to wave around his arms, trying to indicate that the note in his hands makes Daisy one of them, and he should look after it. "That's it, mate. Nice knowing you, even though my ribs still hurt. See you soon."

Ladim then takes his non-magical shirt and hands it over to the vegepygmy, gesturing for it to put it on. "That's from me, big lad. Do be careful, that's Kyonin silks you're wearing."

As soon as Daisy's on his way, he sighs and begins replying to Askra. "I liked the bloke. Nice one, didn't say very much." Trotting along, he continues, "You see, darling, you're looking at it too philosophically. I know someone somewhere's always trying to wipe someone out, but when I'm one of the parties in question, I'd make sure I was the one doing the wiping. Also, take this as given, after these life-saving, world-preserving mission, nobody ever checks your pockets. Let alone, unless you're in some really weird puritan place, you always get a boozer with free drinks at every corner of the world.", he says, buttoning up his magical shirt on half-way. "So, as much as I'd prefer to spend about a month on a sweet beach with some gorgeous Shoanti birds, we got a job to do. That's for afterwards."

Hearing BoB asking his question, Ladim's voice turns softer and he walks next to the android for a while. "You see, son, you know nanites, right? Well, our buddy Khonnir here had some in himself, making him do nasty stuff like sending fireballs at us and filling his flask with water instead of beer. He's a bit better now, because we fixed him, but your pal Askra is still pissed off at him. Just let her vent out for a bit, and she'll be... functioning as normal." He then begins taking lead, walking towards Torch, making small talk as he does so, before muttering in a jolly tone, "Alright, everyone, I suggest we head to Khonnir's place, get some grub down the gobber, grab a pint or seven and talk about this Extinction Wave Device and its effect on poor little bastards like ourselves."

Ladim, still sitting on the ground, takes the pouch of tobacco, and stares in the distance. Time to do something, buddy. The tattoo on his shoulder shimmers and a scorpion appears, grabbing the pouch and skittering towards the wizard. "Help youself, mate."

As soon as the wizard takes the pouch and starts talking about the short lived victory, Ladim tosses his f~* butt at the non-smoking sign's direction and sighs. "You know, Khonnir, you may know a f%#+ton about magic and technology, but your timing is utter s&##e. We could've went back to Torch, got proper pished, and when everyone's happy, then given the bad news. We can't even enjoy the time until the new now, because we know they are coming. As the Absalom kids say, Not cool, brotha." He continues looking around for useful stuff, and when the scorpion is back from his delivery mission, rolls another cigarette and lights it up. "Let's move when we're all up and dandy, alright?"

Ladim punches the last line of code, and, after seeing the delightful message on the screen, groans appreciatively. "Ughhhh..." He then begins sprinting outside the reactor room, stopping next to Ladim and reaching behind his ear. Quickly disappointed, he looks around the ground before locating his cigarette under the console, sits next to it and lights it up. "Yes, darling, you were right.", he says, wiping a bit of sweat off his forehead. "It's bloody warm in here, isn't it?", he says, completely ignoring the whole identity issue with Khonnir for a brief moment. This tastes like engine oil..., he thinks, deep within his own Ladim-world, where nothing but Ladim and Ladim's cigarette exist, gazing into the distance.

After a break into reality, he starts speaking in his usual voice. "Alright, lovely people...", he pauses for a moment, looking at BoB, Daisy and Relas, before continuing regardless. "Strip this place for whatever we can use, and then go and get these pints Khonnir is going to buy. Oh, and sorry about your spell component pouch, buddy. I'll get you a new one.", he says, looking at the sad half-dissolved sack next to the wizard. "Get the boy up and running again, that should be a start. And, get the f@++ out of the c!#@ing radiation, please.", last lines directed towards everyone in the room.

The question is, do androids dream of electric sheep?

"Not that, darling! The white one! The one with the smaller spiky thing! Bring it to Palo, she can handle it."

And here I thought the password's always 'Swordfish'
Knowledge(engineering): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24 Add 8 if I can use Disable Device.

Ladim begins inputting the password, letter by letter. Let's NOT put the groan in there. "Computer, Admin Password, Tau Rho Theta Phi Omega. Initiate Emergency Shutdown.", he shouts as he inputs the password.

"Sparky, how's it going back there?", the sorcerer shouts, turning back to talk to the gnome.

Ladim scratches his stubble, looking in the distance for a brief moment. He then begins sprinting towards the reactor, shouting orders. "Someone give Sparky and Khonnir a pill each! Remove his component pouch and hit him with that needle!" Halfway there, he continues, jumping over wires, debris and unconscious bodies. "Get me that gnome operational NOW and send him to me! If you can wake Khonnir up, tell him to RUN and help us with the reactor. The rest, be ready to go and push buttons and pull levers at my command!"

Knowledge(engineering): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Looking for a way to vent out the power out. If I can use my e-pick to disable safety protocols so I can do it faster, that's +3

@TRO, is there a chance you can roll reflex save on the fireball for Daisy? Little bastard is going to survive the 20 HP regardless, but. Just saying.

Also, that plot twist.

Ladim looks up to Khonnir, mouth ajar, then closes it. "That's... actually not a bad set-up. I'll absolutely steal that to use another day. But you failed to account for three things, Unity.", Ladim raises three fingers. "Firstly, I can disable the reactor, and so can Gwyndle, even missing his memories. Secondly,", Ladim puts down his second finger, conveniently leaving the middle one out, "There is such thing as restoration spells.", he says, kicking the console to unjam the door. Assuming that it's not rocket science to open the door, and he couldn't have jammed it in the time he's been working it.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16

"And, lastly.", the short sorcerer shouts over the sound of the reactor, "Khonnir, no offense, but your fireballs are s#@*, and you're stuck without them against Little Miss Crazy over here.", says Ladim, flicking his wrist to toss an acid flask towards the wizard's belt pouch.

Touch Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

"Daisy! Smash robe meanie!", shouts Ladim as he turns to the people in the room, pointing towards the wizard trying to get the acid out of his pouch.

If Khonnir's Cha modifier is above 3, I'll travel to g~*+#$n North Carolina and punch Neil Spicer in the balls.

Also, then buy him a drink of his choice, because that's one hella adventure path.

Ladim smash puny wizard: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17
Damage: 1d3 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1 I AM MIGHTIEST! Also, concentration check DC... 14

Ladim notices the fireball coming and quickly attempts to lower Khonnir's hand, shouting, "Are you f~%$ing mental?", readying himself for the immediate counter attack, raising his hands in the air after the Most likely failed attempt to stop the fireball.

And that's why you always check a wizard's spellbook...

He then looks at the carnage, and walks slowly in front of the wizard in between him and the party. "Khonnir, buddy. Look at me." As soon as the wizard averts his gaze towards Ladim, the short man continues. "Just. Let the component pouch down, and we talk about this entire thing as grown and relatively mature adults.", smiling encouragingly. "If you remember, we did talk about taking Meyanda in ali... functioning. However, considering we expended our resources early, we had to use whatever force we could." Ladim moves to the side, giving Askra a quick glance as she tends to the wounded, not managing to resist giving her a wink, his mouth saying silently, I Got This. Take Care Of Them.

Turning back to the wizard, giving slowly blinking eye contact, and speaking in a quiet, calm tone, he keeps talking. "Khonnir, pal, you know me, I always give people the facts, and none of that sales-y pitch-y b$+%$*+s. If you'd told us what we intended to do, we'd have followed, no question." He turns around, looking for approval from the concious party. This is where aid another comes in. Just smile and nod.

"Now, what's done is done, and believe me, mate, that I'm just as sad to have to put an android down. But, given the circumstances, it had to be done." Ladim takes a small pause, blinking slowly. If any gods want to chip it, now would be a good time. I'll drink to your health, please.

Sighing, Ladim then looks at the wizard, his smile gone, a sad look appearing instead on his face. "And, Khonnir, what you just did, was not what I expected of you. You, of all people, the LEADER of Torch, should know better not to risk the lives of EVERYONE you know, including YOUR DAUGHTER, not out of wrath, not out of past history with this woman, but out of sheer, stupid FRUSTRATION!!" By the end, the sorcerer's arms ending on his chin in a pose of sheer disappointment, speaks quietly to the wizard, small smile appearing on his face. "Come on, buddy. Help us fix this reactor, forget this place, and go to the pub."

May the RNG gods be on my side. Also Diplomacy.: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28

Don't be so sure about the furniture, the first attack is on a prone Meyanda. Also, enlarged greatswords are 3d6. You can thank Ladim later.

Almost ran out of juice... Ladim looks at the fallen android and the Kellid attempting to climb up the wall, sighing. He raises his hands in the direction of Askra, two tendrils of arcane power hitting her on the shoulders. "There you go, up the road!", as the earthbreaker swinging girl begins to grow in size. "When I shout something along the lines of, 'MY FAAACE!', you come and hit it with that anvil on a stick, alright!", he says to the enlarged Askra.

Out of magic juice, Cantrip time!

"Daisy! Go! Smash! Fly! Thingy!", he turns to the vegepygmy next to him and points it towards the collector robot, imitating smashing movements.

"Reminds me why I always try and stay on at least one of your good sides, darling!", shouts Ladim at Askra, beginning to conjure another blast of energy, this time aimed at the android instead of the weapon.

Ladim sends a couple of pulsating waves, heading straight for Meyanda's chest. As the first one gets close, it immediately moves to her side, darting straight past her head, and as she turns reactively to see it, she misses the other two changing direction to her legs. "I'm almost as full of tricks as I'm full of b!&@*%+!, love!", the small sorcerer shouts as he takes another small step forward, looking for a safe cover.

Enjoy the (possible) trip. 1 spell remaining.

I'm not made of spell slots, Askra! Although, Ladim would probably jump at the opportunity to make you bigger, just give him the shout. And tripping the enemies is enough support, as far I'm concerned!

I got carried away channeling the Ladim-ness of Ladim, so I forgot to roll the skill checks. If the GM would roll them for me, or tell me what to do, that'd be nice.

Ladim takes a step forward, spreading his arms around his body in an open fighting stance, fists glowing in blue haze. "Hey there, darling! Having a great day?", he shouts at the android as soon as he sees her. Oh, hell. Those things HURT!, passes through his head as he sees the smaller version of the turret in her hand. "You don't really want to use that, love!", he continues, grinning at the pistol in her hand and making a grasping motion with his left hand.

Magic Missiles, pointed towards the pistol... I'd have liked to keep that...: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3, 3) + 3 = 12 Hoping that FORCE damage bypasses it's hardness.

CMB towards the pistol, trip. Don't know if applicable, but TRO will think of something.: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
CMB: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
CMB: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12 Those were some bad, bad rolls.

A cloud of shimmering energy coalesces around the pistol, screaming of twisted metal filling the air around the android.

Ladim jumps out from under the table, popping another of the healing pills. Should've gotten more, I guess. He then stands next to Khonnir, tapping himself off the dirt. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen." He looks at BoB, Relas and Daisy, then sighs, beginning to speak in a passionate voice, "And genderless beings, planar creatures and constructs. Remember, we've got Torch to worry about. May be a place of birth for some of us, and a place to rest, for others.", he sighs, looking to himself. Staring at the confused faces, he shrugs and continues in a much more Ladim-like tone. "I know you're all not morons, my love lumps. Basically, get in there, kill some berserk machines, stop the reactor from overloading and Khonnir buys us pints till the end of times.", last part stated as a fait accompli. He draws a half-smoked rollie from behind his ear and lights it up, staring at Khonnir and studying his actions.