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My chronicle looks right to me! And I'd be happy to play with you again any time! :D

To close the table, go to edit the campaign on the Campaign Info tab and there's a checkbox near the top that says "This campaign is no longer active." (Of course after giving people some time to retrieve their chronicles.)

I'd like to go to PaizoCon someday, but it's an expensive endeavour to get all the way out there. If I start planning for it now, maybe I can go next year. Assuming they stream seminars and the banquet again, I'll be watching from home though!

Yay, thank you for GMing, and to all my fellow players! This was quite enjoyable, and I think you did a fine job.

I can post my fame, credits, and reputation when I get home this evening to look at my notes, if you want those for filling out the chronicle.

So precious!

If anyone wants to roll Medicine I can try to aid. Otherwise... I'll be here for moral support.

Maoshi watches over the procedure, wishing she had paid more attention in xenobiology lessons so she could be of more help. The field never seemed that interesting before.

"I certainly don't want to murder Big Mina. It's been around for - you said millions of years? That's a majestic being, even if it's not furry and friendly. Some sort of coexistence would be the best case scenario. That crest eater was eating minerals from the surface, and maybe the bird things, though we never quite figured them out. If Mina grows slowly enough, the life here might be able to adapt anyway. It would be hasty to assume the entire planet will be consumed. But if it did... I wonder what would happen then in it's normal life cycle. Does it die if it consumes the entire planet and there's nothing left? Or would it move on somehow? Does it reproduce? So many unanswered questions, as worthy of study as the sloths and other species native to the planet."

She ponders the procedure that Aba has proposed. "It sounds like a decent compromise. I'm willing to try, if you think it's something we could manage."

"How sad. There's something tragic about hearing a person's voice after they've already passed." Maoshi spends a few moments in respectful silence, and then chimes in. "I agree, we should try to take the memories only, and get them back to the Idari. It's a strange practice if you ask me, but it's what she requested."

She shudders slightly at the thought that it could have been any of them trapped and preserved like this, if the others hadn't been so adept at getting past the nozzles earlier. "Let's not let that happen to any of us, right?"

(If I still need to make my own roll)

Maoshi marvels at the ingenuity of her allies. Who knew there were so many ways to sneak through the guts of a living landform? When her turn comes, she proceeds carefully, and then at the last moment before reaching the nozzles she tries to scamper quickly past the hazard.

Athletics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Congratulations!

Maoshi is initially quite shocked by the idea of what they're about to do, but as reality sinks in she starts getting curious about whether the entire area is really alive. While they're assembling the climbing equipment, Maoshi carefully double-checks her armor's protection seals and wonders aloud about what it's like to be inside an enormous organism. "Do you think if we do find the brain we'll be able to... you know, communicate with it? Could you even do that from inside? Is it likely to have some kind of immune system? Or maybe other things live in there, like a kind of symbiosis."

At Bubba and Laksell's discussion she tilts her head to one side. "And yet most people find fleas displeasing, don't they? Even void dragons. It might not enjoy being pricked by our equipment, but I think it would be a wise precaution to take anyway, until we know for sure."

Anywhere in the middle is fine for positioning.

Maoshi sniffs and goes to climb down the slope herself, to prove that she really can do it and last time was just a fluke.

Athletics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

She then walks over to the tower to see how bad the damage is. "I hope we won't need to drive back to the base to get more parts. We just got out here again."

After Aba mentions the strangeness of the terrain, Maoshi takes a look around to see if she can make any sense of it.

Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

After they wrap up the calibration, she agrees with Bubba. "Yes, it has been quite a long day. Let's get some rest and finish tomorrow."

Maoshi grips the straps of her backpack tightly, as if afraid that it will blow away, and braces herself against the wind. She shouts over the noise, "This looks to be a challenge! Here, I'll hold the base steady while you set up the first few spokes. We'll have to find a spot between those lumps and dips."

She wrestles the equipment out of Aba's vehicle and starts trying to get the tower set up.

Athletics to aid: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

"Ah! Get away from him!" Maoshi draws her pulsecaster pistol and fires a warning shot at the creature that just bit Laksell.

Attack vs. AC 15: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Gah, waste of a crit. Anyway, this provides harrying fire (+2 attack for the next person to attack the red one) and covering fire (+2 AC to the next ally attacked by it) before my next turn.

Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Maoshi watches the not-birds nervously, then starts at their loud cries. She edges over to a space between the buggies, thinking it might provide cover if anything bad happens. She feels a little better with Rogers and Laksell in front of her, and calls out to the ones up on the tower, "Hey? Um, maybe we should hold off on the calibration for a minute or two? They don't appear to have liked that."

The forums haven't been a fun place to post this weekend anyway, with the maintenance and general slowness.

I'll still be here! GMing Starfinder on Saturday and playing Pathfinder on Sunday, which is a lot of gaming by my standards but nothing like a convention. I don't mind if we need to take a break though.

Maoshi stands at the foot of the tower as it's being constructed, overseeing the work. She squints at the birds as they spiral closer, and shades her eyes with one hand to get a better look. "Ah, those must be the bird-like creatures Dr Motressi was talking about. They don't actually look much like birds up close though. She was wondering about what they eat, right? Do you think they like minerals too?"

Token placed. I'm not trained in either Engineering or Life Science, alas.

"Awwww." Maoshi quietly wails in disappointment when the crest eater takes off into the distance. But she can't complain since she didn't have any better ideas. She raises one arm and shouts after the creature, "Live well, little fella!" before rejoining her team at the vehicles. She watches their surroundings alertly as they head towards the canyon, ready to point out any landmarks she notices to Donny. Her mind is still filled with the crest eater. "Do you think there are more of them? Maybe there will be a whole herd here someday."

"Ooh, alright!" Maoshi takes the pearl and follows Laksell away from the site. She looks back at the crest eater and holds up the pearl, hoping it will follow. If it does she'll drop it on the ground a little further on and then back away to give it space to move up and dine.

"I do have some titanium alloy cable. I was hoping to use it as cable, though, not as food. But if I have to I can buy more later, I suppose." She ends on a long-suffering sigh.

Maoshi's eyebrows rise. "It dines on pearls? That's a high-class diet." She briefly reflects on the equipment she brought with her. "I wonder if it can eat titanium alloy cable. Maybe it would slurp it up like sugar twizzle twine." She quietly giggles at that image, and then pokes at Laksell and whispers to him, "Hey, I want to try. Can I feed it one?"

You get the impression that she has completely forgotten about the mission.

Maoshi continues to whisper, "Ooh, do you think it would become our pet? You can tame it, right?" Knowing nothing about handling wild animals, she is already imagining strapping a saddle to the creature's back and riding it around this strange plateau.

She observes some of the others heading carefully down the slope, and then Bubba's tumble. Well, I'm sure I can do better than that, she tells herself, and to prove it she goes to the edge of the slope to descend.

Athletics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Maoshi whispers back, "It's not a dragon, that's all I know. It doesn't look very friendly to me."

Maoshi starts inspecting the equipment on the vehicles to look busy, even though she doesn't know how most of it works.

"Is anyone afraid of heights? I enjoy being up in the air, but computers and techy things aren't my strong point. It depends on how easy to follow those instructions are. Perhaps a person who is light and agile should go up to do the installation." She eyes Aba and Mardonnen meaningfully.

Maoshi will ride with Rogers, because she has confidence in a person who teaches people to drive. Also it keeps things even since Bubba just went into the other one.

"Why this talk about bedding down already? The sun is still shining. Let's get underway! How about the site at that riverbed or whatever it is? I'm interested in the old kasathan ship too." She bends closer to take a look at the map on the display.

This is Maoshi's vote anyway. I'm fine with whatever the group decides.

Maoshi is very puzzled by all the mysteries, from a suddenly destroyed scanner to strange birds that shouldn't be able to survive. "I'm sure going in there to see for ourselves will be the easiest way to figure it out," she asserts confidently, and puts the questions out of her mind for the moment.

"I can drive a vehicle, but only on city roads. It sounds like the going will be tough here, so I'll stay in the back too."

I have two small arms if Bubba does need to borrow one later, though one is nonlethal damage only and they only have 20ft and 30ft ranges.

"Oh, they're our own people? Then yes, we should certainly offer them our full support."

To the small skittermander she blinks and then smiles professionally. "It seems we are in a similar business. I am Maoshi Shoga, of the Preita province on Triaxus. When I'm not occupied with the Starfinders, I work with Shoga Toys. Whether you're buying a gift for your youngest niece or nephew or want to entertain your own whelp, chick, or tot, we can find something that will suit. I regret I don't have any samples with me at the moment, but I assure you they're all delightful." She takes out a business card to hand to Aba, and then a few more to distribute to anyone else who will take one.

Maoshi is ready to go.

Maoshi is also a Scoured Stars veteran, and I had the same thought that it makes sense to remain loyal to Jadnura after going through all that.

Slotted boons:

Faction: Second Seekers (Jadnura) Champion
Personal: Alien Archive Admittance (ryphorian)

Maoshi admires the view of the Master of Stars as they approach, feeling a little moved to see that the ship she has only heard of is nearly complete. "Things are really moving along now, aren't they," she murmurs to herself thoughtfully.

Once on the ship, she laughs out loud at the antics of the young ones scampering about, and then chooses two of the largest pastries on the dish to enjoy while listening to the briefing.

"Even if it doesn't sound like the most exciting task, getting out beyond the Pact Worlds always has potential for the unknown to happen. If you say this is important research, then I'll be proud to take on the mission. Besides, I could do with a straightforward mission for once," she concludes dryly.

Her father's words come to mind: Always ask where the money comes from, and you'll learn a great deal about someone's true purposes. So she asks, "Where is Dr. Mora from? Why are they doing research here, and who is funding it?"

Maoshi starts to nod but lets out a sigh at the words 'wait patiently'. She rolls her eyes a little after the man has walked away.

Upon being addressed she turns and smiles brightly. "Yes, I'm a follower of Desna, wherever she wants to lead me. I don't really understand Ibra, to be honest, but if you're a dreamer then it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Maoshi." She looks down at his hands and then seizes his right hand with both of her own to shake it.

Maoshi tilts her head to indicate the shuttle. "Apparently they're not quite ready yet, but if we're headed to the same place - are you going to meet Fitch as well? I was surprised to be the first to arrive."

The doors to the shuttle bay slide open to allow entry to a ryphorian with dark golden skin. She is wearing loose shimmery red clothing underneath an armored jacket, heavy boots, and a backpack with a butterfly embroidered prominently to the top. Her head is completely hairless, apart from the tufts on the tips of her long pointed ears.

She glances at her comm unit, and then looks around impatiently. She marches up to the docked shuttle and accosts a station worker passing by. "Excuse me, is this shuttle going to the Master of Stars?"

Heh, as I was contemplating, I came up with a new idea for a half-orc operative that I'd really like to try. Too many characters, not enough time!

But the envoy is first in line so it's only fair if I give her chance.

Player Name/Alias: Elinnea
Organized Play number: 270121
Character Number: 705
Character Name: Maoshi
Race, Class, Level: Ryphorian, Envoy 2
Faction: Second Seekers (Jadnura)
Day job: Toymaker's corporate salesperson: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

Anything else you want us to know: This particular envoy can Inspiring Boost but not Get 'Em, and I intend to do some harrying/covering fire. Assuming we get into fights. (Violence is Plan B!)

Also, Paizo needs to make more summerborn ryphorian art stat. Not everyone likes being white and fluffy. Bald is beautiful.