Morroda Metalbender's page

"So Get it, recover the lost data and then get out. Sounds pretty easy. No Questions from me." Morroda polishes his doshko ready to start the mission.

"Morvrull? You ok? You seem ta be droolin a bit there." Morroda asks his Witchwyrd companion.

Why won't this ship give up!!? Morroda exclaims while he lines up another shot with the turret.

Taking Handle of the Controls Morroda Aims the Turret at the Endless Threnody and smiles with glee as he fires again.

"This thing is starting to irritate me!" the Half-Orc like crazed as he lines up his shot yet again.

Waiting for the perfect shot to line up Morroda bites hard into his tusk and steadies his patience. "Little Closer, Little Closer."

Morvruul Technically I could but since you have used the Forward weapon and that would be my only other valid target for Fire at Will I cannot use that and the Turret

"Ack!! Ya have got ta be kiddin me!!!" a frustrated Morroda yanks hard on the joy stick controlling the Turret and attempts to fire on the undead Ship.

Gunner (Shoot) Round 3
Gunnery: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Coilgun: 4d4 ⇒ (4, 1, 3, 1) = 9
"NOOOOO!!!!! What is Wrong with this thing" All manner of curses in both Orcish and Dwarven come spewing out over the comms that are intentional Bleeped out by the automated translators.

"We need to keep hitting it hard before it turns the tables." Morroda lines up his shot again, the turret swiveling in place and squeezes the trigger.

Sighting the Endless Threnody in the Turrets viewer Morroda smiles with a bloodthirsty zeal. "Aye, Aye Captain Jchak-Chtal!"

"BAH! An honorable death has eluded them for eons no wonder they do not have honor today." Morroda Says while keeping the guns sighted and ready to fire at a moments notice.

Morroda motions to everyone left standing outside. Staring awe at the Loreseekee and says "I know she is beautiful... for a starship but we need to get heading off."

Morroda make his way up the boarding platform and assume control of the Turret gun. Oh this looks like fun!

"Seems Straight forward enough. What ship shale we be using?" Morroda stands and begins walking with the Venture-Captain.

"Capt'm, Got ur message an' got here fast as I could." Morroda sits in an open chair and not wishing to wait asks a question while the remaining members of the party report for duty.

"What mission do ye have set for us ta'day?"

"oh the spoils of war." Morroda gingerly loots the bodies and pulls them around piling them up in a nice place.

Looking to the undead woman morroda smiles "Glad to see you made the right decision." to emphasize his statement Morroda drops the last body. "Now we have some questions for you." looking menacingly at the woman Morroda gestures to one of the others more skilled in speech.

Returning the favor Morroda swings his Doshko around
Tactical Doshko: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Piercing: 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Coordinated shot: Allies gain +1 to atk vs. Morroda's opponent

Morroda rushes forward down the steps taking them nearly two at a time. Ending just behind K'zict pointing his large Half-orc arm over the Shirren's sholders directly at the cloacked figure. Yelling out a demoralizing statement "If'n ye dunnae wanna end up like your bodyguard thar drop 'ur weapons now!"

Intimidate (Demoralize): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 Egads man, using my reroll
Reroll:Intimidate (Demoralize)+1 Nova: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 1 = 24

Whispering to K'zict in shirren "Make it look like 'ur hold'n me back; the same as ye would a rabid dog."

Ensuring his team has a direct shot without himself being in the way Morroda takes a swing with his Dosko hitting the Purplr Mercenary Hard. Blood flying spattering his face and he looks about for his next combatant. "WAAGH!!!"
Tactical Doshko: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Piercing: 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Critical?: 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Coordinated shot: Allies gain +1 to atk vs. Morroda's opponent

Morroda opens the little box inspecting the goods and peers over his shoulder to his brother, not in blood but in deed. "K'zict the goods look good don't you think?" giving a wink to the red colored shirren he begins turning back to Julzakama the "orc-ling" continues "Alright now to the other part of the agreement. What can you tell us about who sold these too you? Are they still on station? Did they mention anything specific? What do they look like?"

This Scenario is Strange in this regard but it has been Clarified by Thurston that may use the Welcome to Starfinder boon as well as be able to receive credit for the faction they are championing as if they did slot these boons.

Morroda looks over the vesk, some may notice he is sizing up the reptilian and wagering within his mind if he were to fight him who might win.

"Lost? Ha! We've been sent ta retrieve the batch o' Starfinder Insignias that ye be selling ta the Society and ta get tha information on who it be who sold'm ta you." Morroda stares sternly at the man and waits for his reply.

Morroda sits back knowing full well that he knows he has little to offer in this area. He is more suited for the intimidation factor.

"If ya be need'n some'on ta be shaken in thar boots I have that covered."

If you had been waiting for me sorry about that. This weekend turned busier than expected.

A unusually tall half-orc with a Tactical Doshko strapped to his back enters the conference room. Even now after having served with the Society for a time, the Akitonian Dust of the gladiatorial arena falls from his large frame to floor; its redish hue similar to that of the Shirren already in the room.

Locking eyes with the Shirren Morroda looks at him with a cold stare Do I know this one? Didn't I fight him months ago in the arena? That was a truly wonderful battle the crowd loved the way we blitzed eachother without a care for the world about us.

Moving faster than expected the Orc stands before K'zict. His stern face morphs into a large smile; grinning from ear to ear Morroda speaks "Ay Laddy! Well Met, tha names Morroda, of Clan Metalbender." The Strange orc with a dwarven accent extends his hand in only a way another Gladiator would know. "I think you an' I fought a few cycles b'fore. T'was the battle that earned me ma freedom from the arena. Looks like we are on the same mission ta'day."

"An look we have more coming in. By me recollections I saw one other on that message Arvin be senden us." Extending his hand again to Rig he says "I be betten your the Mechanic, am I right?"

and to Jchak-Chtal he greets her in a gracious bow noticing the glimmering symbol of Hylax across her brow. "Respect to those of the Mystic Arts."

Player: Gary Pepper
Character: Morroda Metalbender
Society Organized Play Number: 43992-704
Faction: Exo-Guardians
Day Job Roll: Profession Mercenary: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Gm Redelia I enjoyed your running of the Wayfinders section. It was nice to see your GM Style. The way you have changed a few things on how the interactions with the children was great and Especially for a non-Combat Encounter how you handled the interaction with Floofy was fun and how you ensured to involve everyone.

So the Meat of the Positive Negative Positive Sandwich is my only real nit pic with your running is the First post it was all smusshed together and had I not known how the Scenario goes having been through it 6 other times I honestly would have passed over it and tried to figure it out myself. You do tend to space out your paragraphs in other areas so i figured you were rushed when you made the post.

The nice GM poke/Nudge was a good way to get your players back into the game play thread and to keep to your 1 post a day as the GM situation.

All in all thank you again for running the final chapter and it has also been fun running along side each and everyone one of you.

Looking forward to another game in the future.

Morroda Coughs a little and takes a deep breathe thinking he must be on his best behaviour when dealing with aliens.
Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Survival(Handle Animal): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Morroda begins to approach the 'shoe' and tries to coo at it. But it starts to come out as low menacing growl instead.

Grunting at Kaiole's possible insult Morroda raises an eyebrow "Flo-ffy?" as he mentions the name in question. "What is a Floo-ffy?" big toothy grin smiling down at the children.

For good measure Morroda activates his Insignia in his palm showing the children the glowing emblem of the Society.

Morroda seeing an opportunity to right his ways from scaring the clerk from Absalom Tower Records. Mustering up his best good guy speech. He Knocks on the bulkhead door.
"Excuse me. I know your in there don't be scared we were just sent to see what is going on down on E deck here. Could you let us in? I promise that I will make sure to keep you safe. We are Starfinders just like Fitch and the others working on this ship. Are your parents around?"

"Dee, I may hav. Word o' me prowess hasn't quite left Akiton yet I see." Morroda grins at the android.

Now that Pact Worlds has been approved for Society Morroda here had a fitting theme.

"Aye Laddie let us be off. Though I expected more from tha Wayfinders than a simple fix tha lights thing." Morroda continues along towards E deck Doshko slung over his shoulder

Great narrative as a GM. Peppering in extra little bits through out really pulled me in to read ever single post with the utmost attention.

Now this could be a personal preference/ observation, but I felt your posts were a little to bunched together at times and could use some spaces in between to help my eyes not become to overwhelmed.

All in all Darren you have done a great job resolving a complicated/rules crazy encounter.

Morroda Takes aim at Ratrod yet again and fires the second kinetic weapon.
Kinetic vs RatRod: 1d20 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 2 - 1 = 17

Well... uh.... Ok I'll giv' it a go." Morroda takes the joy stick in hand and...
Untrained Pilot Check: 1d20 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 1 + 3 = 14

Morroda eyeing the controller manically saying "Were just try'na beat Ratrod right!" Targeting Ratrods racer he presses the big red button yelling "FIRE!"

Kinetic ‘Bosom Baby Blaster’: 1d20 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 2 - 1 = 16

seeing his round fired he watches it approach Ratrod's racer and then, his Display screen flickers for a second, a commercial appears reminding everyone about Strawberry Machine Cakes new single is available and there are only a few limited physical copies remaining. Morroda begins to get agitated "Thar be a time an' a place for music. NOW not be tha time!" Morroda whats with embittered anticipation.

My apologies Coordinating my Local Con has just blown up the last week. Plus VO duties and the new release has caused many a fire in my locals that need to be quelled or redirected.

Morroda moves about the ship admiring his excellent Paint job. "Alright now it be time to get some upgrades put on tha racer .
Wha 'bout a few extra weapons?

Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21 Energy Weapon
Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 Kinetic Weapon
Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21 Energy Weapon

"Those be some good weapons! Although I be thinking that Kinetic one might have a broken swivel." AS he mentions the Kinetic Weapon the mini Turret seems to not rotate any further than the current downward direction it currently is in.

Giving the best 'your annoying me' expression Morroda can give to Laboni he sets off after Laboni's Racer looking it over he decides to do what any good Half-Orc in Space would do. "Ya be have'n any red paint lyin' 'round?"
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

The Racer now having a fresh coat of Red paint Morroda attempts to test the speed finding out that it has not improved one bit because what looks red in his eyes turns our was closer to Magenta.

The Dice Roller gods have cursed me. What must I do to atone?

Our of curiosity Morroda pressed the calm looking blue button and laughed hard while putting on his pit pass.

"L'right let's be on hour way then."

Slight hangover aside Morroda appreciates the darkness of the office of Radaszam. Listening to what had transpired after a young pup take a bigger bite than she should have he follows Cora's lead. "Aye Sir. I be ready ta help, but how are we ta recognize Laboni once we get ta The Scrapyard?"

"Whew... tha was a fun one. Might have ta go get a drink and take a breather." looking to the Little Ysoki with fur absent of color Morroda says "Ah Cora no worries bout your absence tha Society be taken us off to different duties all the time. And look.." Morroda stands up to show that he was barely harmed this time around. "No Holes I be healthier than a Naur."

Well Done Elinnea and might I say nice way to bring Cora back into the fold.

Morroda continues to press the assault on the man in Orange "Ya best be rethinking yer choices. Coming fer a poor defenseless lady aint no way ta be actin." Taking a swing with his Doshko Morroda hopes to halt the mans actions.

Tactical Doshko, -NonLethal Penalty: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 - 4 = 15
NonLethal: 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Coordinated shot: Allies gain +1 to atk vs. Morroda's opponent

I feel your pain Redelia."

"Ha! Brute you say? Le' me show ya what a Brute can do!" shaking off the little zap from the Pulscaster Pistol Morroda walks about in the well maintained park grounds Assuming the tree areas are not difficult terrain the half-orc takes a swing again at the orange clad thug but ends up hitting a branch next to him.

Tactical Doshko, -NonLethal Penalty: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 - 4 = 1

Coordinated shot: Allies gain +1 to atk vs. Morroda's opponent

Marked movement with green scribble. If difficult terrain then Morroda would have just stepped up to him and attacked.

Morroda moves over to the thug shaking in his boots offers up a devlish smile saying "Ya best be gettin' if ya know what good fer ya."

Tactical Doshko -NonLethal attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 - 4 = 10 
Piercing: 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 
Coordinated shot: Allies gain +1 to atk vs. Morroda's opponent 

Ha! Apparently Morroda inherited his Ancestor Ebonwolf's (My PFS Character) Initiative Rolls.

"Oi! Who be tha?" Morroda asks while he stops to secure his boot straps.

"I can assist ya with tha Kaiole."
Medicine: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Morroda pulls out his personal comm and begins making a few calls to some of his fellow med students. Anyone listening over hears "I be needing a body." pausing to listen "No naught like that." Morroda turns a bright shade of red "A cadaver, no name, dead, and an official Certificate with the name Ceren..." Morroda looks trouble for a second "Wha's tha Last name?" the Half Orc asks Ceren. Getting the Answer he puts the Comm back up to his ear and finishes his conversation "Ya got it?" hanging up the Comm he sighs and says "I be think'n ol' Samson has one for us."

"Nah if we be need'n a body I might know a man who be know'n another man tha could help with that. Prob'ibly even get an official death certificate tah." accepting a cup of tea finally as they all discuss what is to be done Morroda takes a long draw from his glass. Savoring ever hint and taste it has to offer he says "If ya wer' nah such an accomplished hack'ar I'd say ya could open up a tea shop or go help out a certain vicarious gnome I be Know'n who owns a Tea Stand on Embassy Row named 'The Posh Kettle' right across from tha Lorespire."

Morroda is not much of a talker type unless he needs to scare the pants off of some retail clerks :)

Morroda begins to look about the room seeing if anything is out of place or if there is a computer access junction or pad about the little hovel.
perception: 1d20 ⇒ 8

His movements could be similar to whay you might expect of a bull in a China shop.

Updated the Slide ^_^

"Ai. we be some of the new graduates. Pleasure ta make your acquaintance. If speed be wha ya be lookin' fer I be your soldier." Ebonwolf listens to Historia-7 Explain what is needed.

"So tha way I be seein' it. One: locate the Hacker, Two: Get the data and, If were able, Three: Convince the Hacker ta join the Society. Am I miss'n an'na thin' ma'am?"

"Ai Lass I be feelin' bettar now, just need a moment ta breath." Morroda takes a few deep breathes in and out. "Are ye doin' ok?"

"Oi Ziggy. Mind marking that off me Alien combatants Bingo card? HAHA I am just joshin' ya." after having rested Morroda will move out of the way allowing the cleanup crew to finish.