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I love that picture, and I'm saving it :) The chronicle looks great, thanks a lot for running!

Saja moves in to get a better shot at yellow, and fires his crossbolter again There's just no saving some people from themselves he grumbles

Crossbolter: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 41d10 ⇒ 4

Saja unslings his crossbow Unnamed assailant, you are attacking a member of the bureau. You have made a grave mistake. he says with an intonation that would make grave a noun rather than an adjective.

Crossbow, vs yellow pirate: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 221d10 ⇒ 5
Critical: 1d10 ⇒ 4

Saja emphasizes the gravity of the situation with a well-aimed shot.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19 Hmmm...

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

The boat should be able to hold that Saja says, fully knowing that nobody can prove him wrong if he ultimately drowns.

The Survival roll above didn't work?

Saja is still massaging some painful joint as he sits down for the dinner, and doesn't seem to care much for what the glowing creatures are - in his eyes, they're neither the food nor the guests, so they have no business here. Shoo, you he utters, because that usually seems to work.

Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Saja's old body groans as the boats moves, and the bounty hunter mutters something unspeakable under his breath.

Saja moves to inspect the sleeping quarters, mostly to see if it would be effective to guard it from the outside.

There are fewer things more powerful than the protective shield a parent offers Saja says, almost admonishing. What reasons did your parent quote for hiring us?

Vidgames... Saja groans disdainfully. He participates anyway, taking note of the screen names of his opponents.

Wisdom: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

At every kill, he calls out the screen name of his victim Nufriend8649, you have died on thirdday 17 Gozran 324. Cause of death: fragged by headshot.

Ignorance is bliss Saja merely comments.

No further questions for Cyrus...

Saja would only know about the casualties the sport generates :-)

Cyrus Skyshatter, pleased to meet you. The name is Saja Joseung, though there is no cause for concern at this moment. I own a tea shop on Absalom Station, which is by invitation only.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4 Yeah, that went about as well as I thought it would

Great kings are not brought down by knives, but by their servants, Saja remarks. I have seen many poisonings in my day. How about we inspect the kitchen for safety?

I'm just going full-on Cluedo mode here

And I suppose none of this crew are Absalom United fans? Saja asks the captain. Alzarin, Kershek, Taeon. Is that Ta-eon or Tae-on? Saja asks, browsing through his cards again.

Just an interest - I was told you are able to tell us today's itinerary? Saja asks Alzarin.

Cyrus... Desir... Saja repeats slowly, then says The name is Saja Joseung, though that shouldn't be a cause for concern.

He raises an eyebrow when Obozaya makes his comment about not worrying about something. Let me re-iterate, there is no cause for concern.

The parents he asks How long have your daughter and these friends known eachother? Any particular piece or persona in the galaxy that you want her protected from?

Of course, we should make sure nobody passes away before Fate calls them Saja says, glancing at his cards, and adding Fate can be a real pain about any mix-ups.

Fate is Saja's boss

"Used to be. Got kicked off the creche team for being too violent. You?"

Too dangerous, although I visit the occasional game. I find the player can get very rowdy when they are called off the field.

Hi all! I'm Alex from Switzerland, physics and astronomy nerd, so really jealous of ST being able to observe a solar eclipse. I have good memories of observing the European eclipse in 1999.

It is worthwhile really go to the center of the path for maximum duration and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE wear eclipse goggles until totality, or use a projection. The infrared radiation from the sun damages your eyes without you noticing otherwise.

I've been GMing PFS and SFS on the board for over ten years now. I'm currently running a group through all of season 6, which is a great way to get to know characters better. I'm on GMT+2 currently, and I tend to mostly update in the mornings.

Obozaya Saja says pensively as he checks his cards, then asks traditional Vesk spelling?

Brutaris players. They are always a terrible mess to clean up. Saja comments, then asks Obozaya you look muscular, you are not a player yourself, are you?

Saja looks up from his cards to shake the outstretched hand Saja Joseung he says not that there is any cause for concern at this moment.

He sizes up the Skittermander Skittermancer Technomander. Is that the name you go by? If you have any legal name other than the one you stated, could you disclose it? It makes my work... easier.

Saja is also here!

Kludde's character

A tall human wearing a somewhat old-fashioned top hat and a large crossbow slapped across his back is waiting. For lack of someone to talk to - for now - he is browsing through a pile of what seems to either playing cards or business cards.

Looks good, thank you very much for running!

Thanks a lot! That was a nice adventure on the dangers of accidental death.

Saja has already played B5, but I can bring new character.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Ridiculous Saja scoffs at the device on the capstone the god of accidental death being turned into a god of harmful endangerment. How is it an accident if it has been purposefully planned? Still, the Power must agree with it, this device wouldn't work without the focusing power of the shrine.

Ironically, the accidental death that this god craves has been provided, in the form of it's own priest. That ought to be sufficient in my opinion, so let's take this thing down.

Any additional check needed?

For the future, let's also warn people not too fly too close to the shrine of accidental death.

Or to that of the god of brutal air defense.

Do not despair, Mech-Ro-Nancy Saja says This is one was fated to survive, just as the last one was fated to die. I can not, and will not change the timings of deaths or alter their causes. There is yet a body to be collected outside, for which I collected the soul it was carrying.

I just realised we have (effectively) a grim reaper and an undertaker teaming up to take out a priest of accidental death. Doesn't get any better.

Saja administers his cure.

Cure: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Q... R... nevermind Saja says. He stands ready to administer first aid to Kivi the moment she is liberated.

Ready a Mystic Cure as soon as she is free from harm, unless I have an indication that would be too late

While Quig is working on the obviously very dangerous exposed high-voltage wiring, Saja just ever so slightly shakes his head and searches through his deck of cards. Q... q... he repeats.

Saja spends a few moments mumbling something inaudible about tea to the fallen priest.

These live cables are dangerous. Let's not amuse the God of accidental deaths any further today.

Saja, with his lack of practical skills, stands back to let the professionals handle it.

Fort: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3

Bwah, what is that racket. These kids these days...

Bracing against the nasty sound, he fires a crossbolt at the obviously malfunctioning anacite.

Crossbow: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 - 2 = 111d10 ⇒ 9

Magic Missile: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 4, 1) + 3 = 10

Well, you calmth in accepting your fate is commendable. Concerned or not concerned, the outcome is predetermined either way Saja says as he launches another volley of missiles at the mystic.

Good point, I'm pretty sure she's out of range, even with a move, so I've changed above

I am Saja Joseung. That should concern you at this point.

So you are Saraphine, then. Saja says, holding his card, and then states matter-of-factly Saraphine, Neth 15, 323 AG. You have died. Cause of death: self-defense. Please accept this invitation to my tea shop for further arrangements.

With that, he mind thrusts the target of his speech

MT: 2d10 ⇒ (8, 1) = 9 DC 15 Will for half

With that, he sends over a volley of magical missiles

Magic Missile, FR: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 1, 3) + 3 = 9

What are you laughing about? Saja says with an annoyed look on his face You are attacking an agent of the Department. Is that really how you want to live your life?

Saja picks through his deck, and set a card aside, not showing it, and states with the solemn voice of an undertaker We need to be searching this wreck.

Priest of sorts Saja whispers to Nancy just before the mystic confirms being a mystic.

I am Saja Joseung. Saja says to the stranger, omitting his usual assurance since it doesn't feel appropriate towards a worshipper of the Grim Harvestman. As to how he got here, he answers Barely.

Local mystics? I was not aware this place was such a bustling religious hub. Do you have a place of worship here?

Saja has been walking through the vacuum environment without any helmet on, seemingly unhurt by the lack of atmosphere. Star shaman FTW

Doesn't she look like the cheerful one. Saja mutters, wondering what could possibly go right interacting with a bleak person holding a skull-scythe. Looks like somebody from the department a floor down.

Either an undead or a mystic, or both, so right up Saja's alley
Mysticism: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Piloting, Aid: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

We're looking to go east. It wouldn't hurt to check if our astrogation compass is still intact?

Mysticism: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Saja knows full well the answers have already been spelled out to him. There's only so much fate he can alter, or is even allowed to alter, so it's clear to him that the crash is intertwined with his reason of being here.

A hard landing is not for today Saja says as he attempt to infuse the thruster with some extra magical energy. Maybe it's just enough to prevent him from showing his cards.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

When the starship starts to spin, Saja calmly accepts his fate. The card have been dealt already, after all, and they are never wrong.

No Athletics, Engineering of Physical Science... Sorry guys

Eventually, he does try to help in controlling the spin of the vessel.

Piloting: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

I know my way around a cockpit, but would not consider myself a specialist +6 piloting

Consider the job accepted Saja says, then turns to the other people in the room The name is Saja Joseung, but there is no need to be alarmed. With whom do I have the pleasure to be acquainted?

He grabs that deck of paper cards again, he must be quite attached to it.

Mech.. Ro.. Nancy Saja repeats, then tips his hat Saja Joseung he adds as he nods at his cards. Satisfied with the spelling of the name, he put his deck of cards away.

You don't suspect that her ship came crashing down into the moon, do you?"

Suspect, no, Saja responds to the speculation of Mech-Ro-Nancy, and adds matter-of-factly every name is called at some point.

Without any concern about the effects of his words, he turns back to Nairon Does this shrine of Shelyn attract many visitors?

My name is Saja Joseung the human says, but don't let that alarm you, there is no cause for concern.

Kivi is her full name? Saja asks with the precision of a clerk while he browses through his cards K as in Kyton?

How long ago did this friend of yours depart?

1) Player name: Alex
2) Character name: Saja Joseong
3) SFS#-Character#: 108716-706
4) Character Class: Mystic
5) Faction: Exo-G
6) Preferred Starship Frame?: Drake
7) Preferred Starship Role?: Either Magic Officer or Gunner
8) Character Race and Size: Human, Medium
9) Anything else you wish to add?: There is no need to be alarmed

A tall human wearing a somewhat old-fashioned top hat and a large crossbow slapped across his back is waiting. For lack of someone to talk to - for now - he is browsing through a pile of what seems to either playing cards or business cards.

Chronicle looks good! Thanks a lot for running this, I had a great time being the useless character :-P

Saja looks at the ghostly woman comforting her son, picking a card from his deck. As the figure starts to fade he speaks, with a voice full of empathy Doctor Sikooli? (Assuming that's indeed her name) It is time. You can move on, you no longer have to wander this universe. I have an appointment for you at my tea shop.

He puts the card to the ground, on the spot that was just occupied by the ghostly figure. The name on the card reads, in red ornamental letters, 'Dr Sikooli'.

When he is done he turns to the group Yes, let's head back and collect our reward. It'd have to be quick, though, I have an appointment in the afternoon.

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One wall of the giant room consists of small niches, most of them empty but some occupied by large tins. In the middle is a large table, with an uncomfortable looking woman sitting, waiting. The lanky man is holding a little pot of tea, and pours a single, minute cup from it, setting it down in front of the woman.

Drink he breaks the silence it is the first step of your passage into the afterlife.

What is it for? the woman asks.

It will help you forget the man says matter-of-factly with a soothing undertone.

And if I refuse? the woman asks, with some tremble in her voice

You won't, the lanky man says, then explains you wouldn't be the first to refuse at first. Just realise, this life is behind you now. Those you've left behind will have to move on, and so will you, forever separated from their existence. There is no point in lingering on the past. Drink, and you can start the cycle anew.
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Thank you very much for running, Jhaeman, and thanks to the players for an enjoyable run!