Teleemo's page

Thanks to Zoomba for running, and to my fellow players for carrying this mission.

I was part of a fairly large charity event a couple weeks ago, and work has been a bear. I feel a little bad that I couldn't give this game the attention that it deserved.

In any case, I enjoyed myself, and I am thankful to the chance to participate.

Teleemo settles in and assists with plotting courses through the asteroids and toward the beacon.

He also rests and works on getting rid of his radiation sickness.

Teleemo moves forward so he can see the action around the swarm.

Still staggered (and weakened). Can't do anything else. May be able to cast a spell next round if this continues.

Teleemo will use one more dispel magic spells on himself.

caster check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Not gonna do it. Bummer.

fort save with bonus for level 7 armor: 1d20 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 6 = 14

Teleemo is thoroughly irradiated (and slowed).

He'll still attempt to dispel the magic slowing Azara.

caster check to dispel: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Teleemo will specifically target Kat with the dispel. Slow nerfs operatives in a nasty, nasty way. By the way, I did my due diligence reading dispel again. It's a little convoluted (as the spell affects different types of spells and items differently), but I now see that it works this way. SO, it looks like Azara and Teleemo are still slowed. I may use my other third level spell slot to try to knock it off Azara next turn.

will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Noticibly slower, Teleemo attempts to counter Dortay's magic with some of his own.

Casting dispel magic. DC to counter slow is 11 + the spell's caster level. I roll a d20 and add caster level.

dispel check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

"Not so fast! Your magic will not win the day here!"

Agreeing that it may be best to deal with this Dortay now, Teleemo takes up a position with his fellow Starfinders. "It would not be nice to leave this menace for someone else to deal with. The correct application of violence NOW will prevent bloodshed in the future."

I would like to thank all of the rest of you for carrying this adventure. I have only been able to half pay attention--I was involved in an excellent charity event today, and the past 10 days have been preparation for it. It so happens that it was a Dungeons and Dragons event benefitting a local homeless advocacy. I ran a table and provided many 3D printed minis. It was a great success.

Teleemo is horrified by the thought of someone mummifying themselves. "Why would someone do that? Undeath is decidedly NOT life!"

He attempts to parse out some facts on what this could be all about.

mysticism: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28

Teleemo examines the sculptures.

culture: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15

reflex save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

Teleemo is able to flit away from most of the sticky blast.

"If you could, stranger, just tell us how we can help you! I assure you we're willing to what we can for you. My name is Teleemo. What's yours?"

diplomacy: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (1) + 19 = 20

Ugh. I think we're going to have to fight.

Alarmed by the exploding grenade, Teleemo cautiously flies forward to see the cause. Taking note of the lurking lashunta, Teleemo considers what might be causing this jump to violence.

mysticism: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17

Not wishing to hurt an innocent creature, Teleemo opts to cast charming veneer, then attempt to engage the lashunta. "There is no need for violence! You don't need to join anyone! Put your weapons down and talk with us!"

diplomacy w/ charming veneer: 1d20 + 19 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 19 + 1 = 26

Something tells me that when we get ready to leave, Rishni won't be so friendly. Nimh whispers to the group, trying to make sure Rishni doesn't hear.

Teleemo nods and whispers back. "I don't know. The being known as Rishni seems helpful. Sadly, it always seems as though it's easier to arrive than it is to leave. What's the expression I'm looking for? Maybe 'you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave.'"

Teleemo follows closely behind the guide, and queries them. "Tell me, what happened to the unfortunate ysoki back there? It seems there has been a loss of life in this chamber?"

"Oh...dear. I wonder how long this one has been dead. My best guess is...a long time."

As it turns out, Teleemo is an 8. It doesn't appear that will make a difference, since we're already at low tier.

Teleemo is already sporting his professional (and very formal) singing waiter clothing upon arrival at Absalom Station. "I hope debriefing will be...uhhh...BRIEF. I need to make dinner service at the restaurant. There should be some excellent tips to be made tonight!"

profession, singing waiter with bonus for professional clothing: 1d20 + 17 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 17 + 1 = 23

Teleemo will also be leveling--possibly from 7 directly to 9 by virtue of an AP volume I just finished.

I'll try to get that in order tonight.

Teleemo takes out his pistol and draws a bead on the beast to the beast. Seeing that they appear ready to slip away, he hesitates.

Will hold action. If one of them attacks, he'll fire his pistol at it.

Teleemo fishes out an old battery he has stashed in a pouch and throws it toward the beasts.

Casting explosive blast, which requires a battery. The target is the grid intersection as shown with the red "X" on the map. This has a 20' blast radius, so it appears it will catch all four of the beasties and just miss Azara (though she might not have eyebrows after this goes off). It will do the below damage, DC 19 REF save for half.

damage, fire: 9d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 5, 6, 1, 4, 3, 2, 4) = 32

Teleemo rounds the corner of the cargo pod he was near and throws his grenade.

Throwing toward the red "X" intersection--it's a 20' diameter blast, so that should get all of the creatures.
to hit: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
damage, sonic: 2d10 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8

DC 18 REF save for half damage. Failure also indicates: 1d4 ⇒ 4 minutes of being deafened.

Remaining invisible, Teleemo moves forward.

Teleemo moves forward, nervously fondling the grenade that was found earlier.

He has it in his hands, and holds it up for Kat5e to see as he steps near her.

Edit to add stealth roll, though he isn't getting as close as Mahari yet...on second thought...

As Teleemo passes by Kat5e, he also turns invisible.

Casting the spell on himself.

Teleemo whispers into comms so everyone, especially Mahari, knows that he is approaching behind her.

Teleemo follows, still puzzled about the ineffectiveness of his spells.

Spamming that 2nd level spell until I hit!

"You're end is coming! My magic will be do its thing sooner or later!"

to hit, caustic conversion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
damage: 4d4 ⇒ (1, 4, 4, 3) = 12

Target will take 5 acid damage on its turn for 3 rounds.

Ghibrani have low-light vision.

Teleemo attempts his spell again.

to hit, caustic conversion: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
miss chance if necessary, high good: 1d100 ⇒ 71
damage, A: 4d4 ⇒ (1, 2, 1, 1) = 5

Teleemo flies to the other side of the room, sighs, and casts a spell in the general direction everyone else seems to be fighting.

to hit, caustic conversion spell: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
miss chance, high hits: 1d100 ⇒ 79
damage, A: 4d4 ⇒ (1, 2, 4, 4) = 11

Target would take 5 acid damage each turn, but this is almost certainly a miss.

Teleemo is under the impression that Nimh can actually see this thing. With that in mind, he reaches over to him, casts a spell, and touches his weapon.

Casting shifting surge. Nimh: your attack is now electrical, and it will do 2d6 additional damage if you hit.

Hearing Nimh call out that something is near the table, Teleemo flies forward, pulling out one of the screamer grenades as he does.

Rounding the corner, he tosses the grenade in the general vicinity of the table.

Tossing it to the marked intersection on the map. This is one additional range increment past the first one. I just need to hit a 5, so as long as I don't roll a 1...

to hit: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 11 - 2 = 14
damage, S: 2d10 ⇒ (1, 7) = 8

DC18 save for half damage. Failure gives anyone affected by the blast the deafened condition for 1d4 minutes. It's a 20' blast, so I don't think any Starfinders are within the blast.

Teleemo suddenly remembers he can fly, so he descends with the others and follows them into the complex.

Actually, Teleemo's PLAYER finally remembers he can fly...

"Who wants the grenades? They're not my style, a little too loud for quiet wetwork. Teleemo?"

Teleemo smiles widely at the thought of blowing something up with the grenades. He packs them away and hopes for something to throw them at later.

2 Screamer Grenade II's.

culture: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

Teleemo shares his observation that the exterior of the ruins almost looks like a memorial of some sort...

Teleemo continues his conversation with Vekkhad. He asks if he has ever been to Absalom Station, describing to him many of the fine dining establishments he often performs at. He recounts to him meeting another hobgoblin once, and how he enjoyed the faire at a particular restaurant.

profession, singing waiter: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33

Teleemo cleans himself up, and spends a few moments helping staff clean up the mess he made. He whispers to one of the wait staff, and finds out what Vekkhad has been drinking. He then orders one, and takes it over to him.

"I apologize, I was attempting to share some jocularity. It was not my attention to make a mess at your formal reception here. I took the liberty of having your efficient staff make a drink for you..."

Teleemo then engages Vekkhad in some of the history of his home planet of Elytrio, including some of the gods the various subspecies have worshipped in the past.

mysticism: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

The dice swing back my way!

Assuming Mahari shares her findings regarding Tioran's interest in musical performance...

Teleemo grabs a veritable armload of cups, saucers, and a small tray of olives. As he nears Tioran, he mentions "you know, while your quartet is setting up, I thought I might do a little number I like to perform back on Absalom Station at my day job."

With that, he beg humming a tune as he stacks each cup and saucer, placing a single olive in each cup. With the cups and saucers in two stacks, he begins singing an old Vercite polka he learned on his Absalom music circuit. At the height of the performance, his wings extend, he grabs the cups and saucers, and tosses the olives one by one into the air. As each olive begins its downward turn, Teleemo dives under it in such a way that the olive ends up in his mouth.

profession, singing waiter: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17

I have had about 5 rolls in various games here that ended up as a one or two...

Teleemo does insist on a quick stop back at the hotel. He has his more formal performance clothes there, and it seems appropriate to put them on before the reception.

After enjoying a small plate of food and some good wine, he sees director D'Salaz across the room.

"Oh Director D'Salaz! Hello! I am Teleemo from the Starfinder Society! I thought we might have a bit of a chat. As you might know, we are interested in doing some research at one of your properties." Teleemo takes a sip of his wine and continues. "This is a fine reception. This wine is indeed some of the finest I have ever had. Back on Absalom, there is a wine bar I often perform at as a singer, and they have a wide variety of spirits there that are imported from across the galaxy. Perhaps they would be interested in acquiring this."

Sigh. I really have no idea what direction to go with this. Teleemo has a few skills that might be useful, but his sense motive isn't very good. I think I will roll and hope for the best. Maybe someone will let him know over comms if his mysticism, diplomacy, culture, or profession (singing waiter) comes into play.

sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

"You know, maybe we could provide an offworld perspective and give your students some tips from our own experiences. Croaker here was a merc and fought for the Corpse Fleet at one point, Kat's an ex-bouncer at some of the toughest clubs in the Pact Worlds, and Azara's a renowned mystical-warrior-poet. Wanna take five and let us teach 'em for a bit?" she asks with her most charming smile.

Teleemo flies up, does a twirl, and sings out "...and I can provide entertainment later!"

Attempting to aid another in diplomacy, not that Mahari needs it (auto aid).

Of course Teleemo looks over the situation with a more critical eye, and he knows he much more to off than a song and dance routine. Not everyone needs to know that, though...

Assuming someone messages Teleemo about the pending tour, he watches the protests with interest.

culture: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

"They are protesting because they don't wish to be drafted in the conflict. Unfortunate. War is sad on many levels."

Teleemo checks into his hotel room. Seeing the need for an extra pillow, he messages the front desk. When a clerk appears with the pillow, he attempts to chat him up a bit, seeing what he can learn of the local area, or perhaps even the reception taking place later.

Casting charming veneer.
diplomacy: 1d20 + 18 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 18 + 1 = 23

Perception is weak, but maybe this alternate approach will net some information.

Teleemo listens intently to the briefing, along with his fellow Starfinder's queries regarding the Gideron Authority.

culture check: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

Perhaps there is an interesting factoid somewhere in his gray matter trying to come out?

Teleemo is intrigued by this ruse Nimh is proposing. "This may work at least long enough for us to maneuver to an advantageous location with a good firing solution on the this vessel. Clearly, Mahari would be most qualified for this type of shenanigans."

Teleemo turns toward the second creature an unleashes another cloud of caustic nanites.

Casting at purple. It's not long for this world if this spell hit.

to hit: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
damage: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 4, 3) = 18

Gah!

Nanites erupt from Teleemo and explode around one of the beasts (orange).

Casting caustic conversion.

to hit vs. EAC: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

damage, acid: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 5, 3) = 13

If I hit it takes 5 additional acid damage at the end of its turn each round for 3 rounds.

Teleemo will fly up, attach a cable line somewhere, and toss it down to help everyone else climb up.

Teleemo lovingly fondles the insignia and the credstick. He finally folds the fabric that has the insignia, wraps it around his neck and tucks it into his shirt so it looks like an ascot.

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Teleemo seems pleased. "Heheh. I'm FEROCIOUS!" You're all pretty sure he's smiling.

Teleemo commences to search the bridge, attempting to make himself useful.

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Teleemo keeps pace, flying along with everyone.

Not much to contribute here, but I wanted everyone to know I am enjoying your posts. When there is another mysticism check or some spells to be cast, Teleemo will be ready.

[dice= Will]d20+8 +2 more vs Fear effect

"You don't scare me that easily."

She feels magic rush through her weapon at Teleemo's touch...
[dice=Attack ]d20+ 11
Nat 1. Boo! Is the shifting surge still active next round after a miss?

but it throughs her off and she misses by a mile.

No. It's wasted. But Teleemo would forgive Mahari. :)

Switching the wisp to covering fire. The ghost will have a -2 penalty on its next to hit roll.

Teleemo flies over to Mahari and hovers just above the console near her. "Make this one count!"

Casting shifting surge on her weapon. This will add 2d6 additional damage to a hit. Not changing damage type.

Fort save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

"I don't feel so good...and my environmental protections are OFF!"