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Pennsylvania company cooks up 17-foot piece of turkey baconWhere did they find the 17-foot turkey?
Turkey would have to be MUCH larger to get a 17-foot piece.
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Next time remind me to don't pull my punches. the blue offers when woken back up. "I guess today isn't as horrible as it could have been." He then gives Lakritze a nearly carapace-shattering hug. I'm so sorry, I thought I had him and then suddenly Sisyar was poking at me.... "We should probably try to fix this so it's not a hazard to anyone else, or at the very least report it. I'd prefer to not go back out through a storm like the one we came in here through, if possible."
Ronath will offer 'dragonback' rides to the smaller children with short hopping flights as a part of the celebration and entertainment. When he's not doing that, though, he's nearly inseperable from Lakritze, standing guard over her and making sure nothing happens to her.
"There is an indigenous race that is partially up-lifted that has adapted quite well to the incredible gravity of the world. They are incredibly healthy, even among their aged, and they bounce back from pretty much any injury that doesn't kill them outright. It looks like the Xenowardens kept the base going for about thirty years after they lost contact with the outside, but their careful guardianship of the locals led to their downfall. Not so much from 'actual attack' but just the Xenowardens getting old and being unable to maintain their equipment. It's entirely possible that they freed the sentients they were testing. It is also entirely possible that they were able to use their partial up-lift to overthrow their apparent 'oppressors' and develop a society and civilization of their own. In any case, it's probably a good idea to keep an eye on that sector of space -- they may be reaching the stars any day now."
As Cletus works on the armor, Ronath works with others to remove all the plates for his Golemforged plate, leaving the underarmor in place so the discovered outfit can be slid into place over it. Surprisingly, Cletus is able to get the outfit to working shape and fitted out to fit the dragonkin, and after taking a few exploratory steps and arm swings the blue chuckles amusedly. How does it look, Lakri? Better than the other suit? It seems to move better, too.
Now equipped with much better armor, the blue strides forwards even as the 'exile' attempts to give him a migraine!
The dragonkin lets out a grunt of pain as he pokes at the egomaniacal native.
"The Wardens are busy, they sent us to take care of their 'light' work." Ronath snarks. Lakri, shoot at the leader!
"Does it look like we can repurpose that armor on short notice? It'd be a definite boost to my defensive capability." the blue offers before the party advances any further.
If it doesn't look likely, the dragonkin moves up with his pike at the ready just in case there's a surprise waiting for the team.
Ronath *sneezes* as he advances into the room, drawing his tactical pike. Don't get bit by them, they clamp on and never let go. Sort of like a bond but with none of the good stuff. "You stop fight now we no hurt you. You fight, we hurt." Ronath offers, ready to lash out with the pike at one of the creatures should they decide to be stupid.
Readied Pike attack:
Lakri, get over here so I can throw some bandages on the worst of your injuries. It won't help a lot, but it's better than nothing and will keep you from getting an infection. Ronath pulls out a basic medkit and goes to work on his bond with intent.
Not only are they possible, they're real. Even heard once of some space fungus from the Deep Black that can destroy an ecosystem if it's not stopped hard. is offered to Lakri. "Typically, locked doors are used to kind of funnel folks away from a given spot as a crowd control method. Hitting those first is the sort of unorthodox thinking that isn't expected -- and criminals still try to do that." The blue offers as he moves to an 'overwatch' position over Cletus.
Ronath watches the older humanoid Regenerate with extreme interest. Could you imagine what it must have felt like if your body was constantly trying to regenerate with a brick on it? *shudder* I'm glad we saved him. Do you have any idea what he gave us, Lakri? As the local starts to get up to wander off, the blue offers a helpful hand and a nod, before looking at the structure. "We want to get patched up real quick or are we as good as we're gonna get?" he inquires.
The blue waits for Lakritze to move under her own power then stands protectively over her with tactical pike in hand, watching over her and Von Junzt warily until the lull is comfortable enough for flight. Even then, he is very cautious and considerate of injuries and under normal circumstances wouldn't even dare move the two. You SCARED me! We're getting you something to help with falls. Don't know what, but we're not doing that again! Stupid storm. is directed at Lakritze once everyone is back 'topside'. The half-orc's comment gets a curt nod. "Seems like. Let's not do that again any time soon."
"Don't try to talk, we're going to get you out of this hopefully alive. That storm was something else, let me tell you." While the rest of the team works on the rubble, Ronath turns his attention to his patient.
"Just hang in there, we're going to get you out of this. Cletus, Von, you got something on Roll-R to help with moving the rock... just.... so.... there!"
Tomorrow is Day Four (of Six) in a row with a roller-coaster of a schedule (in some cases getting less than ten hours off between shifts) plus inventory on Thursday. On the bright side, once we're past that, I'll be off for three days, but it's going to make my posting sort of garbage for the next few days, just fyi.
... Even mental words fail the dragonkin at his point -- not that there'd really be much of anyone to pick up on them. Heedless of dangers from the wind or the close quarters he flings himself off the side. It's more a power-dive than a graceful glide given the windy conditions. With trained skill and practised focus he starts going through the triage steps, doing his level best to NOT think about who his patients are but rather that he has two patients, both possibly with multiple fractures. Both seem to be unconscious and bleeding.
Medicine checks to stabilize (if needed):
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"I'd prefer a much calmer location, to be honest." Ronath replies with a bit of a flat tone. "That's definitely not natural -- storms usually move, right? Well, we should be careful because if it's got a 'dead spot' then then stepping from this sloppy mess into that is going to be... dramatic." Lakri, this is getting me worried. You holding up okay?
"So, this 'Thade' has a powerful weapon and is of an uncertain mindset? This sounds like the sort of thing that law enforcement might be needed to help with -- what is your local law on individuals who do this sort of thing? Are we attempting to capture or eliminate this person? Before you ask, the wardens did not have us watch over you to allow you to develop on your own. We don't know your laws and traditions." Ronath inquires from his watchstanding position.
Heh. Cletus's crit gets you guys all the information. But my car just broke down again (2nd time in 48 hours), and I have a physical game tonight, so I might not be able to update for a bit. Sorry to hear about the car, is there anything we can do to help? Be safe and careful with your physical game tonight!
Ronath disembarks from the vessel and moves along with the party on a flank, watching for possible threats and/or attacks. "Hello!" he offers in what he hopes is a cheerful tone and not some deathly sort of insult. Lakri? You seeing this? They're like devolved humans or tall furry dwarves with some weird looking mutations.
"Be ready for really weird stuff that doesn't match up with science or even basic accepted magical principles. Lakri and I have had to deal with stuff like this in the past -- and that's no guarantee our information is in any way, shape, or form up to date because the First World changes every time it touches Reality." Ronath cautions.
Ronath sort of zones out as he continues to watch the flaming remnants of the dying creature flicker out. "Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, and a silver sixpence in the shoe" he suddenly intones and then blinks a few times. Lakri, I'm afraid to ask, is... someone on the crew getting married? You're better at the social stuff than I am, could you... y'know... ask? The dragonkin kind of squints, focusing on the planet before sneezing six times in rapid explosiveness. "Sorry. Think it was some pollen or something." I think we might be dealing with First World problems... The last time I sneezed like that we got jumped by gremlins when we were on patrol, remember?
While I *personally* want to rid the spacelanes of a scourge that could cause problems to other travelers, I don't know if the rest of the party does. ICly, space monsters aren't on the same scale of sentient so 'arresting' one isn't really an option, but if they damaged *us* like this how many other ships as it eaten?
Lakri, if Apsu wanted us to fly in space, He'd've given us the ability to do so. Despite the fact that he more than likely had minimal impact on the ability of the ship to move, confirmation bias is a hell of a drug, and the blue is going to keep doing what he was doing! Chief Mate Action(Helm Phase):
Well, on the PLUS side, Ronath isn't hungry anymore... "Hurk. Urk.... CLETUS, I might need to borrow your medicine for an off-label reason!!" the dragonkin bellows as he grabs onto something to provide a point of reference. Are his scales around his neck and face developing a... greenish tint? Surely that's just imagination working overtime...
Space... ...the final frontier... --has been interrupted by the mental imagery of a giant steak floating out in the void begging to be nommed on.
Ronath attempts to reach the zen of sensors to find a way to help the pilot avoid becoming the steak while devouring the enemy meat.
Dangit, now he's hungry...
Ronath reaches out and gently caresses the side of the console before taking another shot. One more shot, then I'll go try to figure something else out because I don't feel like walking in the ether today.
With a snarl and frustration the blue shoves the console out of the way and starts undoing his safety straps. *Unprintable anger concepts*
Target evaded (+2 AC, +2 TL), and I was calculating numbers incorrectly because of a Gross Conceptual Error.--was using the total score of my Mysticism modifier not the skill ranks. Honestly, if I had made that realization earlier I'd probably let someone else shoot and I'd be flailing away at something else -- Ro was not kidding about being mostly pants in space. EDIT: Didn't even look at Chief Mate because Ro has a -4 in Acrobatics (due to size and no skill ranks). These are the sorts of learning things that make us better as a person but hurt at the time. Hopefully it doesn't screw us. Might have to shift to Magic Officer next go. Feeling all the dumb right now.
The dragonkin slowly swivels the turret around to bring the massive missile launcher to bear upon the creature, holding the shot as long as possible to ensure a nice tight lock in somewhere tender.
The wily dodging, however, throws off his aim a bit. He starts humming to himself as he waits for the launcher to cycle. ♫You can't... always... get... what you want.... you can't... always... get... what you want...♫
"It's okay, everyone tends to react with awe, worship, and respect so it's understandable if humanoids are overcome by the sheer charisma that my people radiate..." Ronath offers with a toothy smile and a gently kidding tone. "Ryphorian, right? Some of my clutchmates bonded with people of your species. We don't generally don't bite people's heads off unless we have to." There's a pause for a beat. "The amount of floss one has to use to get ligaments out of the teeth is pretty cost-prohibitive." he then quips. He takes the offerred hand in a firm but not overly strong grasp. "Ronath, sometimes refered to as 'The Axe-User' after a few choice amputations during a battle on Triaxus. Lak calls me 'Ron' or 'Ro' depending on her mood."
Ronath gets to his couch and straps in.
Ronath is bemused and about to make another comment to his bond when the Ryphorian enters. The dragon WAS about to say something polite in greeting when suddenly said Ryphorian trips and nearly collides with *his* bond. Lak! Are you okay? Did the tall oaf hurt you? he inquires mentally in a bit of a panic The Stare he gives Sisyar is probably enough to elicit the reaction, and then he grumbles and snorts a bit. Just make one joke about amputations and suddenly they're sending additional healers along with the team. Eeeesh, doesn't anyone have a sense of humor these days? As Cletus's drone keeps popping out the gun the dragon chuffles. "When you said 'surprise punch' I was expecting a fist to pop out on a metal coil or a bowl with some fermented fruit beverage to slide out. That's definitely a surprise... So how is ROL-R going to handle technology not working right?"
"Hey, Cletus! Don't break the expeller pressed legume curd option, please! I think Lakritze knows four recipes to make it taste better. Oooh, there's an idea... how about instead of trying to fix the one thing, fix the other three to make the 'Out of Order' option? You know, sort of like how you can use the magic color ink to make black ink on transparent paper printers?"
Also, throughout the trip the dragon will be *very* close to Sisyar physically. As in, nearly everywhere he goes. Not close enough to be a 'bond' sort of thing, but almost like he's trying to prove a point. Every time the Ryphorian tries to stretch out or the like, Ronath will back off suddenly. "Uhh, sorry sir, I didn't see you, I didn't see you, forgive me." After the second or third time it happens (provided there's not a dramatic outburst earlier) the blue will stick his tongue out at Sisyar and then find something else to do. ...that something else may involve trying to talk to Von Junzt. Lak, the Captain seems very... curt. Is it something I said or did? |