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Engineering Lore to Earn Income: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Max whips the head of his whip around at a dizzying pace, as begins to glow from the buildup of kinetic energy.

Crafting to Overdrive, DC 15: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

The energy dissipates too quickly to be of any use however. Frustrated, the android lashes out at the mephit in front of him, trying to connect the whirring head of the whip with the creature's head.

Strange whip: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Lethal bludgeoning: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Strange whip, 2nd: 1d20 + 6 - 5 ⇒ (7) + 6 - 5 = 8
Lethal bludgeoning: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

◆Overdrive (failure), ◆Strike, ◆Strike.

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"Argh!" Badly wounded by the ice, Max goes a bit blurry as time seems to bend around him. As the strange effect ends, he's suddenly standing amidst the icy creatures, as he slams the head of his whip against the ground, causing a shower of sparks to rain over the area around him!

Explode (fire) damage, 5ft radius: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 5) = 7 DC 17 basic Reflex

Flat check, DC 17: 1d20 ⇒ 18 w00t!

◇Bend Time to gain extra action, ◆Stride, ◆Stride, ◆◆Explode. Used the two strides to loop around so I wouldn't be going against the wind (provokes from #2 if they have an AoO)

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Max braces himself against the wind.

"Ok, but if we take it back to Safa will they be bound to hand it over to their 'master'? We've done what we were asked: we acquired the stuff. I vote we chuck them into the sea, so no one can use them."

What I wouldn't give for a simple comm unit right now...

"Don't your people keep records? Maps? Surely with enough study you could find the right location."

Society: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Max doesn't mean his words to be cruel, but the merchant's response sends a pretty clear message that his suggestion didn't land the way he'd hoped.

"Calathgar? What's a calathgar?" Max asks, looking to his allies in the hopes that one of them knows. No useful skills here.

"I've heard that cold iron can be difficult to work with. It seems you have not found that to be the case, however."

Crafting: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Crafting: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

"That's an impressive piece of craftsmanship" Max says, nodding to the carafe. "Though I can't help but wonder why someone would need cold iron housewares."

Worth the silver just local cover. Easy to say when it's not my coin, I guess.

Max nods at girls suggestion and says "Lead the way."

"We can't hire you, but...what kind of help do you need?"

Scerzaq shrugs, "As abhorrent as it is what they do, it isn't worth killing them if we don't have to. Hard to fault them when Society had it legal until recently in this backwards time. People will do what they are allowed to do."

"Squox-shit. I think it's pretty damn easy to fault them. It's not hard to tell slavery is evil; just because terrible laws allow it doesn't mean it isn't abhorrent, and doesn't mean they aren't wrong for participating in it."

"There they go" Max says, watching the pirates sail off. "I still think we should have killed them, slaving bastards. Anyway, can we get off this bucket n--" His shoulders slump a little and he sighs as he's interrupted by the singing. "Or we can go deal with that first."

Max keeps a grip on his weapon, waiting for his more talkative allies to take the lead.

Society: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

"Huh. Ship's broke. They were gonna sell all the folks downstairs when they got here, but need them to keep this tub afloat. Ganthur here, it seems, was bound for some other port. Says here he has 'unique affiliations', whatever that means."

"Of course." Max moves next to the dwarf, drawing out tools to pick the lock as he goes. "How did you come to be aboard this fleabucket, anyway?"

Max takes a careful step to his right, trying to take advantage of Dramar's positioning to catch the captain off-guard. He whips the weighted end of his weapon around again, still glowing from the contained energy as he tries to smash it into the side of the captain's head.

Whip vs. flank: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Lethal bludgeoning, overdrive: 1d4 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6

Feeling emboldened, he brings the weapon around for another strike!

Whip vs. flank, 2nd attack: 1d20 + 6 - 5 ⇒ (2) + 6 - 5 = 3
Lethal bludgeoning, overdrive: 1d4 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6

◆Step, ◆Strike, ◆Strike

Seeing the crewmates succumb to Aurika's magic, Max boldly moves up beside them as he twirls the head of his whip around faster and faster above his head.

Crafting check to Overdrive, DC 15: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

The icosahedral head begins to glow as it stores kinetic energy from the movement until, suddenly, Max sends it flying at the captain!

Whip vs. Captain: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Lethal Bludgeoning, Overdrive: 1d4 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 2 = 8

◆Stride, ◆Overdrive, ◆Strike

"We're your ticket out of here." Max immediately moves toward the chains, drawing tools and--assuming the captives don't interfere with him doing so--sets about freeing them. Crafting/Engineering +7, Thievery +5, if you need a check.

"It looks like a stiff breeze would send that thing to the bottom" Max says, looking at the battered ship. Quietly to himself, he adds "Then again, it's a miracle any of these archaic tubs makes it out of port."

Max chuckles at the mephit's intense and well-earned rudeness. When Avisha orders the party's dismantling, he nods to his allies and turns to go. "Let's get out of here."

Bust up some slavers next?

"Psst. Hey Mint, can you distract the bartender for a sec?"

Glancing around, Maxel grabs a loop of the chain and holds it taut in front of the mephit. "At freezing temperatures, the atoms are less able to slip and dislocations can propagate more easily through a crystalline material." Seeing the look of confusion on the mephit's face, he rephrases. "Get this cold enough and it should snap if you tug on it."

Engineering Lore: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 Lol. If I'm going to draw from my few remaining ranks in real-life engineering lore, I think I need to Hero Point that.

Engineering Lore (Hero Point), Promo Vestments: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 1 = 12 Welp.

I wonder how such a primitive time managed to pull of refrigeration. I don't see a water wheel or anything, and I can't imagine they have any mechanical power source that small. I wonder what they'd even use as a refrigerant, anyway....

Max absolutely peeks at the miraculous refrigerator.

"Chilled drinks? Maybe this place is quite as bad as I thought..." Max follows Mint over to the drinks table.

"Free some slaves and destroy the slavers? I'm on board with that one, anyway."

"And is there any path to freeing our allies aside from these...interesting tasks you have set before us?"

"*grumble grumbel*....proper plumbing yet....*grumble grumble*"

"Not that I know of, though I hear there are some strange happenings in the sun."

"Barbaric. If I had to be stranded in the f$++ing dark ages, it could at least have been been after they stopped f!&#ing selling people..."

A man with odd, glowing lines tattooed (or maybe their not tattoos, it's hard to tell) walks along muttering to himself. He wears strange armor composed of hexagonal plates of some unknown, matte material, crafted with a precision not normally seen. He bears several toolkits crossing his chest, though they are a strange patchwork of familiar and bizarre implements. Coiled at his waist is a length of rope that seems to be made of metal, with an icosahedral contraption affixed to one end. When he notices other Pathfinders nearby he stops grumbling and gives a sullen nod in greeting. "You must be here for the same job old Sideburns sent me on. Name's Max."

As long as you aren't rolling dice for us, I think we'll be fine.

Filled out the forms. Some of you missed the 'Send to GM' box for skills you want Doug to roll secret checks on, judging by the state of the macro lists on the GM tab (I was poking around your awesome sheet, hope you don't mind!)

Still building out his Paizo profile, but Maxel the anachronistic android is ready to go.