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Thanks Dennis! Got it!

Thanks Dennis!

"If aam gonnae die, at leest i'll die under th' grin!" Mordin growls. He channels the power of his mystic connection once more.

Channel: 4d8 ⇒ (8, 4, 2, 1) = 15
HP healed to everyone except Id and Wheeler.
Damage to menhir, red elemental, blue elemental, and purple spirit. Will DC 17 for half.

Well, no, but I actually looked for that rule on multiple occasions. Boon to my players who rolled 1s before today. :)

Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

"Whoa thaur!" Mordin says, bending his dwarven body in an inconceivable way to avoid the full force of the spirit's soul burning. Joints pop as he straightens himself. "Braw! Tois can play at thes gam!"

He grips the axe in two hands and concentrates, releasing a wave of positive energy across the battlefield.

Channel: 4d8 ⇒ (7, 2, 7, 6) = 22
HP healing to everyone but Id--sorry--and Wheeler.
Damage to Menhir, possessed earth elemental, and purple spirit. Will DC 17 for half damage.

Really? I've been looking for that rule since GenCon 2017. It's probably some place obvious too...

Well, don't I feel dumb! :)

EDIT: Bottom left of page. I don't know why I missed it, but at least I can imagine how I missed. *self-depreciating shake of the head*

Natural 1s aren't auto-miss in Starfinder. :)

Mordin climbs over a pile of rubble and circles around to the middle of the spiritual convocation, slowed by his short, dwarven legs.

Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Mordin trips on a rock and stumbles aside just in time to avoid the full brunt of the ethereal being's assault.

Will get to Mordin's actions when I get to my PC.

Dennis... is that a Confirmation with all Oozemorphs?

"Och, och aye! Ah coods use th' axe," Mordin says, rubbing his hands together.

"Yoo've bin ben waur?" Mordin throws up his hands in exasperation.

After cooling down for a moment, he concedes, "Braw. braw. We waur awreddy plannin' oan daein' 'at but cooldnae figure it hoo."

Take a Breather. RP 3/5

Thanks :)

"Whit in th' bludy blue hells happened tae ye!?" Mordin shouts as he comes upon the dismantled android. "Forgit daein' favors; we need tae gie ye evacuated! an' hoo ur yoos till talkin'?"

FYI: I will be having same-day surgery on 4/9 and unlikely to post that day (at least not coherently).

"That's a lot ay knowledge tae record," Mordin says as he taps furiously on his datapad, taking notes.

On the way out, hearing the message, he says, "What's 'at android daein' haur?"

Mordin aims his pistol at the robot and fires twice in rapid succession.

"Tak 'at!"

Pulsecaster Pistol, FA: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 3 - 4 = 19
E: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Pulsecaster Pistol, FA: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 3 - 4 = 5
E: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Well, OK.
Critical Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
12 damage total, I think, if they have usual robot vulnerabilities

"Och, nae. Ah was huir uv a wrang. 'at a body hurt!" Mordin complains as his head rings inside his environmental helmet.

His gauntlet begins to pulse with energy as he throws a wild haymaker and then takes a guarded step away from the sledge-wielding robot.

thunderstrike gauntlet vs. KAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
B/So: 1d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7

Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

"Aw! 'at hurt!" Mordin shouts as the robot electrocutes him.

He moves off to the north to get a shot at the dented (blue) robot. He squeezes the trigger of his pulsecaster pistol.

Pulsecaster Pistol: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
E: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"We ooght tae gie those parts frae th' city center tae fix thes hin'." Mordin suggests.

"Whit did they dae tae thes hin'?" Mordin grumbles as he tries to assist with repairing the power relay.

Engineering (Aid): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12 +5 more if it should be Mysticism

"Anywhaur in particular?" the dwarf asks.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

The library ghost makes me laugh. :)

"If thes is as much as we're gonnae be able tae learn frae thes library, 'en we shoods heed ower tae 'at museum," Mordin says. "Brin' th' datapads."

"Weel 'at soonds loch a mighty terrible calamity!" Mordin comments as he browses the personal logs. He snorts in frustration as the notes on the ritual escape his understanding. "Dae ye hae an idea abit hoo tae help them?" he asks the shirren.

"Whit? Na. Jadnura teuk th' tear," Mordin says. "Let's gang ta th' library."

"Can we fix th' projectur?" Mordin asks, going to examine the malfunctioning electronics.

Engineering: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

...I'm surprised he recognizes it as a projector.

"Och aye," he says with a nod.

"Let's start in th' center," Mordin suggests "We shoods bide together in case those spirits decide tae gonnae-no bein' peaceful. Plus uir mukker is th' only a body fa can reid thes mince."

The dwarf keeps his pulsecaster ready, none-the-less.

"Ah dunnae kinn," Mordin says dubiously as he slowly lowers his pulsecaster. "Hoo dae we ken th' ghost didne jist tak' yer knowledge an' make ye say 'at?"

After a moment of a tentacled horror not emerging from Id's carapace, he asks, "Whit dae ye ken ay th' evil spirits in th' rock?"

"Och stoatin! noo it's gonnae eat Id's sool!" Mordin groans as he points his pulsecaster pistol at the shirren.

"A ghost?" Mordin says warily. "I've abit hud it wi' ghosts. Th' lest a body nearly ate mah entire crew!"

Mysticism: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

"Make sure tae tak' thes gear," Mordin says. "Th' cable, grappler, an' gangplenk micht be huir uv a useful while spelunkin'."

The dwarf wrestles the advanced medkit free. "In case onie ay ye gie hurt."

Mordin eyes the tenuous lay of the cave above them with a frown. "Weel, that's sure tae faa oan top ay uir heids. Nobody make tay much stooshie." He moves over to help Breq secure the cave wall.

Engineering, Aid Another (Breq): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Once the work of keeping everyone from being crushed beneath tons of stone is finished, he moves over to examine the altar himself.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Not I.

Well, I guess wall is going to be wall, then.,,

"Cheers fur th' tip, Trylara," Mordin says. "Ah ne'er woods hae guessed those waur necromantic. Whit kin' ay pish is gonnae oan aroond haur?"

He draws out his pulsecaster in his free hand. "Nae sure hoo much guid thes will dae."

"Mah dwarven senses say keep yer reit hain oan th' d+%!," he adds, pointing with his power gauntlet to the right. (4 > 3 > 2 > 1)

Correct: 1 RP and 1 spell slot.

Mordin begins to concentrate on something but then pauses to wonder if his efforts are needed.

Movement on the map only applies if the latter situation exists.

...really?

"Ah cannae believe 'at Ah didne notice 'at!" Mordin grumps.

"Bipedal, cheil sized," Mordin clarifies.

(I basing that on the description as 'Medium sized person' and the assumption that the writers/editors would either specify the creature type or use alien/creature for non-standard races.)

"Someain was haur. Recently, tay," Mordin says, inspecting the tracks in the dust. "Looks loch they kent th' area. Th' tracks ur sure an' direct."

Darkvision 60 ft; also note Stonecunning

"Probably did nae hae a science officer as guid as Breq," Mordin surmises.

"Weel, isnae 'at a brammer wee place tae bide?" Mordin comments as Breq displays the scanner's findings. "Guid job wi' th' scanner, Breq, by th' way. Ur we gonnae sit doon near th' wee, exposed settlement? Seems loch th' best place tae gie a scooby abit th' fowk 'at lived 'er in th' pest."

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"We're nae in a coorie, ur we?" Mordin asks, likely rhetorically. "Hiner it's nae a goblin ambush."

Ally: First Seeker's Intuition
Faction: Second Seeker (LE) Champion
Personal: Legacy Heritage (dwarf)/Dwarven Admittance - Existing Dwarf
Promotional: Promotional Re-roll (Shirt)
Social: Contractor's Respect (AbadarCorp) - borrowing Defrex Hide armor
Ship: N/A

"Maps woods be a stoatin help," Mordin adds Wheeler's request.

"Nae. Sae ye jist need us tae gang inspect 'at moon an' try tae fin' whit ye missed? 'at isnae sae bad," Mordian says as he pushes himself back to a standing position. "Hoo ur we gettin' thaur? Since Ah assume we're nae usin' th' Drake ur th' Pegasus.