Lira Daru's page

Thanks again. What a run.

"Yes it was a pleasure." Lira gives everyone a smile.

Thanks for running, and I'd play with any of you again at any time. This has been a blast.

Lira tries to identify the creature. "Perhaps I can figure out if it speaks a language.

Life Science: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14DC is -5 if this is a rare creature.

Lira stands still sweating in her armor, and she tips her head to the side studying the creature.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Stop please." Lira tries speaking to the creature. She does not have her gun out at the moment.

Lira looks at Peri. "Ask them them who Crawly is, and what he looks like."

Lira looks at the children and tilts her head. "Did you do something that you think you will be in trouble for? I can assure you I won't let them staple you, if you tell us what happened. We want to help, and get you to safety."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

"Those children. Will they be stapled to a wall for being down here? It's not safe for them." Lira will then make her way into the room.

"Small humans. We know you are there, please come out. We'd like to know why you are here in a dark room. It's not safe."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Have a fantastic time at Gen Con.

Lira looks over Twich's shoulder, and attempts to aid with the Engineering check.

Labonti won? I've never in all the times playing and running and talking to people who have played and run have had her win.

Lira throws glitter and sparkles in the air.

Lira looks at amazement at Fitch. "Would they really staple the young one to a wall? she asks Twich.

She'll follow the gang into E-deck. "Can everyone see in the dark?"

Lira concentrates as hard as she can, and pushes through.

Piloting: 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 3 = 22

Lira concentrates hard. As she pilots the racer.

Pilot: 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 9 + 3 = 17

Lira curses out loud as her piloting doesn't hold up to the attacks. "Come on. Come on."

Pilot: 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 3 = 16

Lira bites her bottom lip in concentration as she pilots as best she can. We might win this thing.

Pilot: 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 3 = 15

Lira sends the racer forward as far as she can.

Pilot: 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 9 + 3 = 30

Lira concentrates and continues to pilot the racer. "Let's go."

Pilot: 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 3 = 18

Lira lets out a whoop as Labonti shoots to the front of the race. She concentrates on piloting steadily.

Pilot: 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 9 + 3 = 29

Lira puts the remote viewing glasses on, and studies the racetrack in front of here. She uses the remote flying gloves to pilot the racer. "I haven't done this in several years. This is going to be so much fun." The racer shoots out of the starting gate.

Pilot: 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 3 = 25

Lira has a +9 to piloting. What are other's + to pilot?

Lira works on speeding up the racer more this time around as well.

Know Engineering: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Lira moves back to the Starfinder's pits, "Let's make her racer faster."

Engineering: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Lira gives the android a friendly wave as she heads back to the Starfinder pit.

"Sure let me see what I can do." Lira sticks her head under the hood and tinkers for a while. She humms and mutters tossing out pieces and moving stuff around.

I had previously rolled 19 on Engineering. She will actually try to make the racer faster.

"I could take a look if you'd like me to. I hate to see someone try so hard, and not get close to a win. I've been working on Laboni's racer, but I think we've got her covered. Just as long as Ratrod doesn't win ya know." She gives Velocity a bright smile.

Nope don't want to get kicked out. I'll keep the stealth and engineering rolls, but use the roll to study the racer instead of sabotaging it.

Lira moves up to the racer as she's heading there she notices Twich getting kicked out of the pits. That's not good. Instead of sabotaging she decides to take a good hard look at the Velocity's racer.

"Nice racer there. How's it run?

Lira follows Twich over to Velocity 's racer, and attempts to sabotage it.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Engineering: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

I think you missed my post. I rolled a 21 on Engineering to give the racer a kinetic weapon.

Lira examines Laboni's machine. "You need a kinetic weapon." She tries to install one.

Engineering: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

"Ratrod isn't my favorite racer. He's got quite the rig though. Laboni wasn't smart to run her mouth. I hope we can help her out enough to win." Lira is almost bouncing withe excitement at getting to see a race live.

Ready to head out.

Lira smiles brightly. "I love junk racing. It's a great rest day diversion. We get to work on a junk racer. How fun. We'll do our best to make sure the Starfinder Society comes out looking good."

I want in if there's space.

"Caren it's all right. We found a new identity, and a job with friends and colleges for you. All we need to do is change your appearance a bit." She'll help the woman stand patting her on the shoulder.

Lira moves up and points her laser pistol at the enemy (blue). She uses her knowledge of the area to get a good bead on him.

Trick Attack Survival: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
Laser Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3If Trick Hits: 1d4 ⇒ 2

"Honestly. All we wanted to do was speak with the woman. You shouldn't interrupt us. It won't end well for you." Lira drawls as she glares at the three men.

Intimidate Aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Lira also waves, and moves toward Ceren with a big smile. "I believe our mission was a success."

Moved forward.

"Yes please. We'll need it for releasing some personal items." Once she joins with the group she'll take them aside.

"I'm not sure we've done enough. She doesn't look or act differently yet, and she doesn't know anyone in her new identity." She looks at Montgomery. "How finding her a new job going? We might be able to find her friends in her new occupation."

You as well Silbeg. At least I have a face with the name. Turns out I already knew the face. :)

@ Peri: Sorry I missed meeting you. I was the shortish woman with blue hair, and snarky teeshirts.

Lira raises her eyebrow, but sighs and adds another 40 credits to the stick. "Here you go."

I'll be at Paizocon myself. I won't be traveling since I live in the Seattle metro area.

I do have vacation planned June 1 to 5, and won't have good access during that time feel free to bot me.

"That's my great Aunt Ceren." She nods to the woman in the morgue. "I realize that she looks quite different, but I'm sure it's her. I was adopted. What are the fees to make sure that she's identified correctly?" She holds in her hand a cred chip that holds the usual 60 credit fee.

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

"We should be able to sen him at headquarters until we get everything finalized. I'm sure someone with a horticulture bent would love to talk to him for a few hours. Is that alright with you Ceren?"

Lira disconnects the call. "We have located a surrogate, and I need to go identify her, and pay for any "costs". If we're finished here, I'd like to get this taken care of. We'll meet you in a few hours Ceren." She looks at the others to see if their business is complete.

Lira makes a call to the mortuary, Hello I need some assistance. I have an adopted aunt who has recently passed away. I believe her remains are with you. May I please come down to identify her, and pay any fees needed to make sure the paperwork is in order?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Lira looks up from her personal datapad. "All right I have some ideas. There are some mortuaries in the area. We might be able to bribe a mortician to forge a death certificate for us. That takes care of the first part of our problem."

She goes back to tapping on the unit. "Now for the second part, she'll need a job, a face lift, and some new papers. Anyone have ideas on how to go about that?" She looks at the other Pathfinders in her group waiting for suggestions.

Lira thinks about how one might go about finding someone to help them fake a death and set up a new identity.

Culture: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

Lira waves at the woman from her post at the wall. "Lira Daru. It's a pleasure to meet you both. We'll be happy to help you with your problem."

Lira looks around the home, and nods at Twich's statement. "We are with the Starfinder Society, and are interested in the information that was taken as well as perhaps hiring the hacker that did the work."