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I'm sorry about your mother. And your relatives.

I'm fine with your posting rate, therealthom. Do you mind if we bot you more frequently to make sure the game continues? We'll assume you'll go with the majority if there's a decision to make.

I think you mean attack the Professor, not Hellebore?

Pretty sure she's 5th.

Hellebore moves forward to collect her...prize before returning to the group.

She would have put down Belladonna (name of her skunk), since that's what she thinks of this operation.

"We might have overdone that a little bit. Maybe we should have started lower to give us some room for the next one."

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

"And watch that character in the corner. He's absolutely livid that we won."

Who needs aeon stones when you can have minibots!

The witch gags a little as the smell rolls out of the room and she flees into the living room.

"*cough* There's stairs up over *coughcough* here. Piotr, please shut that door *cough*." She pulls out a handkerchief and wipes her eyes.

"I think that's even worse than you, sweetheart." she whispers to Belladonna.

Hellebore scrabbles for a mirror shard on the floor, angling it until she can see the creature clearly once she finds one. Staring deep into its reflected eyes, she mutters, "Sleep...".

DC 18 Will save or Slumber, assuming it can be take mind-affecting

Borq has brought Bzzt with him as well, since she makes a good introduction to people most of the time. He takes a moment to look around and see what he can determine about the delegate's interests.

Sense Motive on Kanaxa: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (20) + 17 = 37

Skills we know about
Camily - daredevil flying, Computers, Physical Science, aliens/planets, terraforming
Kenaxa - physical stuff?
Tioran - elven culture and history
Vekkhad - Profession or culture

Stuff Borq has
Camily-
Talk about the last fight we had with the corpse fleet (Piloting)
He can make Computers and Physical Science, but someone else should do that. Storytelling would be good.

Kenaxa-
Athletics isn't his best, but doable.

Tioran-
He has culture, with a bonus for artistic innovations

Vekkhad-
Definitely Profession. Can do Culture.

And can do more Sense Motive.

Hellebore smiles, recognizing the location of Gnagnatsu's story and the Professor's seems vaguely familiar as well.

"This one is a recent trip for me...

"So, commemorative service first, then more embarrassment. Anything else?"

Hellebore will speculate wildly on things we can use. Minovitas follows the Mosquito Witch, he sleeps with an old stuffed teddy bear from his Momma, he got drunk and has a tattoo of Zarta Dralneen on his right buttock, he paid an exorbitant amount to commission these paintings from his brother-in-law's former court artist.

"Do we actually know anything about him and his foibles? As fun as it is to make things up, we'll have better luck if we salt them with reality."

6) I enjoy GM'ing, and PFS Scenarios fit my GM'ing style quite well. I like bringing life to NPCs, but I suck at coming up with plots. Making homebrew campaigns is not for me.

This is me. I've tried to run my own stuff and I stress myself out trying to come up with something clever. PFS has everything laid out, so I can worry about out of the box players ;) rather than what happens next.

"I never thought I'd need a holy hand grenade. Did you get it from Antioch? It's down in Little Akiton on Absalom Station."

Borq takes a minute to calm Bzzt back down, who has been wailing up near the stratosphere since the ghost appeared. After shocking Borq a couple of times, she eventually curls up again with a bottle. He holds her in one arm, petting her soothingly with another hand while sucking on his scorched fingers.

Computers aid: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

In case I haven't said it before, I *ADORE* Goxomas's random attempts to convince things we're totally not here to kill them. :D

"Ahhhhh, *dyed*. I get it!" The Black Rabbit chuckles as they come up to the next room.

The eidolan stops dead at the entrance. "What in the Nine Hells is that?"

"I see nothing funny about this," The Black Rabbit growls in return, their fur plastered down in odd swirls from the dye. They shake themselves vigorously, which splatters everyone else with more dye, but does nothing for their dignity as now their fur is pink spikes instead of swirls.

Oondeen blushes charmingly at Wymarc's gallantry. "I would be delighted to meet up with you again. I'm sure they must have dancing *somewhere* in the city, even if the Grand Lodge is boring."

Bah, I forgot about that. Oondeen has a selective rod, so she doesn't have to learn the feat.

Is there a link for the remaster character sheet? I like the look of it and was hoping to try it out.

Oondeen grins. "Oh, look, playmates!" And drops a fireball in the middle.

FIRE, DC 22: 8d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 1, 3, 5, 5, 1, 2) = 23

Oondeen moves up and opens the door for her companions.

The leshy eeps! and scurries behind her party members as the creatures advance. Since lightning seems to be working, she'll continue with that.

zzzzorch, Ref DC 17: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

I just typoed leshy into lushy and now I want to make a leshy drunken fighter.

Oondeen points at White Rose. "Yeah. What she said."

It's a fun scenario. :)

"*Someone* tried to kill a whole bunch of rats and set fire to the docks while they were at it. That was just *RUDE*!" says Zekki, quite indignantly. She takes a closer look at the barrel to see if there are any distinguishing marks or names.

"Squeak, squeeeeeak! Come back here, you stupid rats!" Zekki tries to call the creatures back to her Note: Zekki does not speak rat. She tries to take out the rat with the orange tail.

Devise a Strategem: 1d20 ⇒ 7

But with the cover, she doesn't think she can hit it. Aiming for the green one, she tries again.

dart nonlethal: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 8 - 2 = 11 for piercing: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

This time she pulls out her sling instead, for the greater range.

sling nonlethal: 1d20 + 8 - 2 - 5 ⇒ (3) + 8 - 2 - 5 = 4 for piercing: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

And is largely ineffective.

◇ Devise a Strategem
◆ Dart
◆ Draw
◆ Sling

I will be at Origins from this evening through Sunday night. Please bot as needed.

A small ysoki (ratfolk to larger folks) cheerfully joins the human at her table. She inhales deeply, enjoying the rich scent of the coffee. Smoothing down her short brown fur, she stuffs a biscuit into her mouth, licks her fingers, before smiling up at the taller woman.

"I'm Zekki, investigator extraordinaire. Pleased to meet ya! But I'm not sure I like the idea of a pelican's kiss. Pelicans are so messy and stinky and their cheek pouches are even bigger than mine!"

"Kala, you look fine. Don't worry about your dress." Oondeen almost pats the hunter on the shoulder, but changes her mind at the last moment as she catches sight of the badger? Weasel? too big for mink?

Oondeen grins at Wymarc, grabs his hand, and scampers towards the dance floor. "I'm all over a dance! Let's go!"

Perform (dance): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Day Job, Craft alchemy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (5) + 17 = 22

Letting out a shriek as her grip fails, Kuikka reaches for the edge of the rocks.

Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

With a gigantic klonk, she arrives at the bottom. "*wheeze* Ow. *wheeze* That. *wheeze* hurt. *wheeze*"

After a moment, she rolls over and stares up at the sky, then groaning, climbs to her feet. "I think I need to work on my climbing skills." She pulls a wand out of her pouch and pokes herself gently.

healing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Still breathing heavily, Kuikka looks around. "Anything interesting down here?"

Perception, darkvision: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

"It's dangerous out there. Take this torch!" Kuikka hands Dwalin one of the torches on the wall and pulls out one from her pack. "I'm glad this is finally useful."

I will be away from my computer for a bit, so here's Kuikka's action. If the shadowy cloaked figure turns out to be dangerous, she will pull out her sling instead of a torch.

Kuikka reaches for her sword and mutters something uncomplimentary about busybody sheriffs and stupid town rules under her breath in Orc as she remembers that she doesn't have it (or any other weapon) right now. Unslinging her pack, she rummages around for a moment before emerging with a crowbar. "This'll have to do."

Move to rummage, move to grab

"I can actually cast that spell, but something to resist cold might be really handy." Lulari purchases a scroll of resist energy [cold]. 150 gp

Inclining her head regally, the samsaran introduces herself, "I am known as Lulari Bakash now. As my companions have said, we seek knowledge about the Jarlsblood Witch. Perhaps you can shed some light on this ritual . Is the linnorm hunt part of your religion or separate?"

Diplomacy +6 to aid, or Knowledge religion +11

Apologies for vanishing. I was traveling to visit my parents and I forgot how much they want to *do* things all the time. I'll check in later today once I get through my email for work.

Will post very soon, but I need to update my character.

Yes, druid witch MT. OK. I'll update her and bring her in shortly.

"Do you know what is affecting your daughter, so she is all bandaged up? We have some people with medical knowledge, if you would like us to take a look at her." Kuikka smiles with fewer teeth this time to hopefully appear less threatening.

"That was...descriptive..." Kuikka looks askance at the elf, but nods a greeting. "Kuikka. Paladin. Nice to meet you." There's an unspoken 'I think' hanging in the air.

BOUNTY CASTLE
I would love to, but I've thoroughly overcommitted myself and need to pull back just a bit. Thanks for all the fun!

Vaidra's nanites swirl out to return Chance's embrace and she smiles at the worlanesi. "Your words were just beautiful, Chance. I'm so pleased you could use them to calm the spirit."

To everyone else, Vaidra is less effusive, but thankful to have completed a successful mission.

Vaidra snorts. "Sucky machine indeed." She takes a look around to see if the squoxy things decided to hide something in their bedding.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Thinking back on the look she got before, she tries to determine anything else about it.

Engineering: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Krakazh stands up as tall as she can, which isn't very, but she does seem to gain in stature somehow. "We would be delighted to speak to our hosts in our capacity as negotiators." Putting her hat back on, Krakazh goes in search of the Russians.

Who are not hard to find, since they were following us. "As you may have noticed, we have met this witch you were telling us about. Now she claims to be the rightful ruler of this domain, but seems to be willing to negotiate. Would you meet with her so we can keep the bloodshed to a minimum? I like you all and would prefer to be able to visit you again." She smiles in a way that is obviously meant to be soothing, but the sharp teeth get in the way of that a little bit.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17 Bah! HP time
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

At Chance's question, Vaidra frantically scrolls through messages on her datapad. "I could have sworn it said ship, not hospital, those words aren't terribly similar except for having an 'h' and an 'i' but that's no reason..." She falls silent and her shoulders slump. Snapping the case shut, she sighs. "Right. Hospital."

"What specifically should we be looking for? I don't know any more about hospitals than I do ships, but that doesn't seem to be an actual problem or you would have requested some knowhow. I hope."

"Great job, BUDI! Good use of initiative." Lego trundles over to their drone and gives them a good pep talk while checking them over for any damage they might have taken. They lapse into a very strange set of sounds after a while. Sounds like someone talking to a puppy or a toddler, though the words aren't really understandable.

Sounds like 3 for Kuikka and one each from Salvio and Malon. Thank you!

Krakazh decides to leave the hockey game to folks who have a better chance of staying upright and retires to the snow-covered banks to cheer for her compatriots.

If it would be better to play one of the games, Krakazh will join in cards again, but I don't think I can beat anyone who has already rolled.
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Jayma: Slapping down her trump Ace after playing the Queen from dummy to force out the King from Shurin's hand to her right, allows Jayma to pull the remaining trump from her opponent's hands and claim the rest of the tricks.

Someone plays a lot of bridge. :D

Lego tries to jam the lock on the boss's trailer.

Engineering: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

"I don't know how long that will hold, so keep sharp."

An tiny ysoki appears out of nowhere behind Chrysanthemum. "Hi! I'm here to help Chrysanthemum in her academic needs. If you need anything science-ish, I'm your Research Rat!" Handing out cards to everyone, she steals a couple of decorative flowers off her employer's plate and grinning, vanishes into the background.

Chrysanthemum shrugs. "They came highly recommended on Absalom Station."

HMM reminded me I have a campaign coin for a reroll.

Piloting+vestments: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 1 = 21