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As the beast explodes in it's death throes Bhru succumbs to the final acts of violence. He collapses to the floor.
is it a female dwarf!?
Bhru weighs the comments of the team looking to both Ukufa and Jon. The dwarf manages a small grin, 'Aye, glory 'n death...' The old dwarf kicks the door in and charges the beast, 'For the Mountain Lords!'
As the creature meets steel Bhru puts his weight behind the momentum attempting to mash the creature into the wall,
Welcome back! glad the RL madness isnt so mad.
Thanks for playing! Hope things settle for you and you can enjoy the games at some point again!
Bhru looks down at his own hands, and wonders to himself... Could I sell silks?.... The gore splattered dwarf waits for answers while keeping an eye on the door behind them.
Bhru once again tries to de-shell the beast,
As the mighty dwarf readies his assault Bhru hears the Earth Mother whisper through the ground beneath him, Destroy the beast of the sea My Son.... Bhru lets out a roar as he connects, 'RRRRAAAhhhhh'
Hey all! The horn of war has sounded, will get the shopping posted this evening and rouse Katigar from the slumber. Welcome back BD and hello to new friends :)
As Ed shouts Paeon also begins shouting and bashing almost frantically at the ships console as alarms blare warning at the crew, 'Let's see, just turn those that way, turn off those alarms.. One final smash of the console as a calm falls over the bridge, alarms silenced (aside from Ed), 'There ya go Noah, that should do it.. Oh by the way.. HOLD ON' Hard Turn: You manually adjust additional thrusters and bypass safety systems, shouting for your fellow crew members to brace themselves for a stomach-turning tactical maneuver. This bit of risky co-piloting might overtax the starship’s turn radius, but it can also help the pilot get significantly more maneuverability out of the vessel when the crew finds itself in a lurch. Attempt an Acrobatics or Athletics check (DC = 10 + 1-1/2 × your starship’s tier). If you succeed, the pilot can make one turn during the round as though the maneuverability of the starship were improved by one step. This has no effect on a ship with perfect maneuverability. If you fail your check by 10 or more, you overheat and temporarily degrade the effectiveness of the starship’s maneuvering thrusters, causing the ship’s maneuverability to worsen by one step for the rest of this round.
Paeon looks to Ed amused..
Replying to Rictus, 'A moment please Captain Kul-Ancs, request to board for medical assistance is denied.' To our ship... 'Computer! Do you have knowledge of Captain Kul-Ancs? Noah, anything in your database? Is he Eox government?' To the Rictus, 'If you wish to know what myself and the Commander spoke of, you will have to trade for it, nothing is free. I would also request a moment to confer with colleagues if you will.'
Paeon sits up as the commotion around his begins to ramp up, 'Ship, if you wouldn't mind patching me through.. Captain if you would be so kind as to speak in the pact world common language so all those might benefit from our conversation. I am Paeon Tel'domah. Commander Hebiza has informed us that those of the Corpse Fleet are trained in sentient languages. I would advise against boarding at this time, I remain infected by Akata.. '
'Speaking of Commander Hebiza Eskolar of the Corpse Fleet, we met him earlier and our crew jettisoned him when the Hippo was recalled to Absolam station, we couldn't be sure if it was being stolen so we ensured our cargo was safe. Do you travel on behalf of Nor?'
Paeon clears his throat, 'Oh, right.. If we are boarded, Commander Hebiza will be lost to space... forever.'
'However, if you chose to remain in your craft. We can come to an arrangement. We were promised.. 5. wait, maybe 600 credits for the return of the Commander, each. If you want the coordinates to the Commander now, without Nor's personal command to us, i will sell you the information for 1000credits per crew member. Otherwise, we will continue on our mission.'
After a short rest Paeon has been mulling about the cargo bay,
As the comms come through the lashunta groans and begins making his way to the bridge, 'what now....'
Bhru hides a muffled chuckle through a plated fist as the two debate tactics. He gestures broadly to his outfit, 'I'm not one fer sneakin, you two go ahead then. Signal when I can clamber up.'
Yup will be trudging along with everyone, i'll take a look at what's out there but likely staying solarion.. dunno if there are variants now or something to change.. Glad everyone is staying, Happy there will be more Ed, i truly enjoy your character!
Paeon backs off as a grenade is handed to Ed... 'try to not boom the ship too'
Paeon rushes to the lifepod bay as quickly as possible in hopes of catching
As the Lady presents her offer, Bhru coughs and sputters on the liquid he was attempting to ingest. He opens his mouth to say something but the others beat him to it. Listening to the nervous Kellan try and get more than he's worth amuses Bhru as he wipes the bit of spittle off his beard. Bhru eyes Katigar slightly looking for a hint of excitement. He leans over while the others are chattering, 'Thas four HUNDRED gold coins 'tween us' He can't help but stifle a small belly laugh at the prospect of claiming a small treasure, 'Never been the one for much of a plan Miss 'vinia, but if you be sayin' somethin needs crushing...' He grinds his fist absently in his palm, 'then point me in the right direction.'
Paeon yells back at Ed as he heads toward the bay, 'Keep us goin home Captain! We are the owners of a beautiful new ship, no way were letting a bit of an infection take it away!' He arrives as Clara has her rifle aimed at Nipper, 'Easy now, you remember our agreement, no funny business or we jettison you as parts. Scanner picking up a life form in here that isn't any of us. You get bit down there by anything?'
Excited for all our characters, seems like we all have invested in them. It already feels rich!
Bhru saunters through the gates not paying too much heed to them being open nor there being no guard, he mumbles idly to his companion as they proceed. 'Din't have much more t'say than a grumble per usual. Look at the walls of this place, if the rest of ya were half as smart as you were tall you'd jus' build em in the side o' a mountain' As they are granted entry to the estate the dwarf gives an awkward half-bow. 'pleasure' He scoffs loudly as he sees the others in the atrium and jabs his companion with a thigh placed elbow, 'Guessin' our skills weren' that impressive huh' He places his worn Warhammer heavily on the ground before leaning against it casually. Description: The armored dwarf before you looks like he's seen better days. His reddish brown beard ever present over the very unkempt scale mail. Armored spikes adorn his armor, though also in a state of disrepair. His warhammer one could imagine was once a beautiful piece, the head of the ram now just blunted and dented from decades of use. His boulder helmet could maybe have once resembled bearing the horns of a ram, but unfortunately these are also belt well beyond useful recognition. His deep weathered skin and eyes are situated around a blunted nose. He seems to have worn his armor well over the years.
Ale dribbles down the beard of the armored ruffian as he grabs the letter placed in front of 'im. He pays no attention to the stranger that knows his name. He begins to read softly allowed. 'Greetin'.. i trust dis miss..IVE. Be findin' you in health. My name is 'vinia...' He eyes the halfling woman and continues on navigating the letter until finished. Once done he crumples it up and roughly hands it back to the woman. 'I got a few skills indeed las, aye, i'll listen to 'vinia. Tell me where 'n when, 'n there better be ale.'
Alright... i think this is where i'm going.. Presenting Bhru (bee-roo) Angraddson (self proclaimed). The Fighter (siegebreaker/brawler) eventual Bloodrager. Spiked armor wearing, warhammer bearing, dwarven boulder helmet repin'. The top of his head no longer bears hair, not for any actual hereditary baldness but because of his perpetual grinding and wearing of a helmet. His deep reddish brown beard protrudes often from the armor that he most always has on. His nose, no longer straight but rather blunted gives notion of a few breaks along his many years. That said if you asked how old he was, he couldn't tell you, he usually stands 4'2" if it weren't for his armor and pugilist stance that bears him down a few inches. His armor, which barely resembles something you'd call safe is grimy, dirty, and in disrepair. It seems to have rust in some areas but you'd be hard pressed to identify it without a fist to the face. His armor spikes, if you could still call them that seem to be something out of a Dwarven blacksmith comedy. His poor attempt to keep them sharp evident in their no longer quite straight appearance. The warhammer he carries with him, which once represented a beautiful ram head is nothing more than a disfigured mass of metal at the end of a grip that probably only the likes of his grip strength keeps it in his hands. -------------------------------------------------------------- Main motivation, put his head down and cause chaos. Worshiper of Angradd (demigod of seeking, and extinguishing threats). Practitioner of the Carnival of War (conceptual) but some form of War forum.. or mantra.. unsure. He ain't to bright, don't notice too much, never the guy with the plan unless it involved running and smashing into something. He adheres to a Lawful Neutral disposition, if it's a threat.. by his perception though.. it should be eliminated. Loyal to a fault, hopes that he has someone with a bit more insight to point him in the right direction because who know's what the real threat is anyway? Character sheet still under development.. still have to determine my stat weight with point buy too just realized charisma is the bloodrager's modifier.. so that can't be 8.. :) hah Edit: I think Bhru will be a gladiator at the arena in the champion's district.. a suggestion from GMF and something i was considering anyway.
welcome! let everyone know what youre thinking of playing.. i think a few vets in here with lots of knowledge :)
Paeon settles back in, closing his weary eyes, as Ed chatters in the comms. 'Take us home Ed'
I'm thinkin unchained berseker :)
Edit: these could be the worst rolls i've ever done.. now i'm thinking.. above average farmer.
would prefer ed to captain the ship for my own entertainment and his enthusiasm :) Gotta earn him a name somehow!
Paeon salutes Ed casually as his order is bellowed, 'aye aye!' He follows Ed to the bridge.
As the baddy disappears Paeon's stellar mote retreats to its usual globe shape. He takes a quick look back at the ship, his comrades and the area. Too tired this time... Paeon shuffles his way to the 'safety' of the ship. 'Better get movin before that thing decides to walk straight into this ship with us.'
As Paeon begins to radiate unbearable heat he shuffles around the beasty in an attempt to save his comrades,
Super Nova:
When you’re fully photon-attuned, as a standard action, you can deal 1d6 fire damage plus 1d6 additional fire damage per solarian level to all creatures within 10 feet of you. A creature that succeeds at a Reflex save takes half damage. At 9th level, you can increase the radius to 15 feet, and at 17th level, you can increase the radius to 20 feet. After you use this Revelation, you immediately become unattuned. Supernova functions as a zenith Revelation for the purposes of abilities that reference them.
Paeon doubles over groaning as the pain and cramps overtake him, 'Unnghhh'
Paeon looks to Noah briefly and pokes the dead Captain with his sword, "I don't think i'd want to copy her force field, didn't seem to work. I have rainbow worms infesting my body, I am beyond tired and this is SPACE, everything can kill you and i don't even have a force field to modify!" The Lashunta leaves the droid behind and follows Nipper and the gang. His Solar Mote returns to its celestial form and pulses light in Noah's direction before following.
Paeon shudders as the message play comes to an end, "Well.." He summons his Stellar Weapon small galaxies swirling within the blade, "Hope this beast comes to meet us." The Lashuna bangs his blade against the wall in an attempt to lure out of the monster described.. *CLAAAANG*
@Ed Gotta say, your posts entertain me so much. You do such a great job of posting simply but really showcasing a nervous jittery character. Almost always get a laugh out of your posts. A+
Paeon readies himself, Where?! He moves over to the hatch.. Do we open this? Ed, if you bust it open YOU could become the Hatchbuster.
Paeon staggers as the bot smashes into him, regaining balance he attempts to sunder the opponent,
Paeon grits his teeth as the electrical current contracts his muscles, once released he moves forward to strike the tincan,
Breg raises a furry brow as he listens to the guide give his speech, He lets the little one speak before chiming in, "Aqueducts ye say. Can't be havin' a city without water lad. If say a group were keen to find the troubles in the blockage. Volunteers mayhaps? Could they get themselves out o' this mess hall and inta some liveable condition?" Breg leans in a tad closer to the lad, "Would ya mayhaps have some writin' material for an old scribe?
Any thoughts on what we wanna do with the corpse commander? I don't particularly trust bringing it back to Nor, I would be sort of partial to selling it to King Kurney the drug lord extraordinaire.
Breg slides along in queue with the other downtrodden, mostly just happen to be rid of the cursed element of water beneath him, his body craving some form of heat. As he slides toward the front he faintly hears others answering.. "Tobir Drosschilde*. Former toiler for thee Clinker... ur put a lute in my 'ands tha quickest and I'll put this s&%$ show on the road!" When he reaches the front of the line he looks up through dreary eyes, "Breg SLAGHAMMER, no' to be confused with the imposter Slughammer" Breg attempts to spit whatever moisture he can conjure in his mouth, "profession, Scrivener"
Beams of light start to spray from Paeon's suit and body. He stumbles backward.
The radiant light becomes unbearable and his solar mote flashes in brilliance.
Super Nova: When you’re fully photon-attuned, as a standard action, you can deal 1d6 fire damage plus 1d6 additional fire damage per solarian level to all creatures within 10 feet of you. A creature that succeeds at a Reflex save takes half damage. At 9th level, you can increase the radius to 15 feet, and at 17th level, you can increase the radius to 20 feet. After you use this Revelation, you immediately become unattuned. Supernova functions as a zenith Revelation for the purposes of abilities that reference them.
Possible Origin?: --Thunder and lightning crash dramatically--
damn you Slughammer!
@Black Dow Didn't realize that slagchild racial trait you had up there until after i created my character! I guess i will have to think of some reason why my guys last name is slaghammer now haha.. (not taking that trait though) the shame!
I think I'm going to go Dwarven Fire Elementalist - Primalist Wizard.. With early origins of thinking that Dwarven wizards are of the earth, not born so much as created by the elements in times of need, or trying times.. orrr turmoil.. or something.. this could fit nicely into your thoughts that my characters wizard activated whatever thing was nearish? thoughts?
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