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Thanks for this awesome campaign, I had a lot of fun! I loved to roleplay with y'all. I'm sorry for delaying the game with my crappy work schedule. Looking forward to play with some of you again :)

Twang cleans the blood off her blade with a clean part of Talbot's shirt before putting her sword back in the rest of her cane.

"Oof... We're lucky he kept the artifact in his pockets. What would have you done if he had hidden it? We can't ask a dead man where he hid his precious! You young boys need to think before you act"

Noticing that the blue miner is distracted by his pain and by her teammates' attacks, Twang decides to rush out of her hiding spot.

This ends now! Let's put some pressure on this last minion. Time to shine, old rat!

The old ysoki quickly puts her pistol in its holster before dashing towards the unsuspecting enemy in one surprinsingly gracious movement, pulling on the top of her cane to reveal a hidden sword.

+11 acrobatics, auto pass check to move in grease

Trick Attack Stealth vs CR: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22 if > 20+CR, +1d4 and flat-footed

Tactical Sword Cane: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Damage, P: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Trick Attack Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

After piercing her target, Twang shouts: "Helios, stop acting like a bag of rusty bolts! We won't be able to question the bastard if you kill him, unless you can magically interrogate bloody corpses!"

Hearing that the bluff came to an end and that her teammates seem to be fighting with Talbot, Twang shouts:
"Don't kill Talbot, we might still need him!"

Hoping that the echo of the mine blurred her location, she then tries to sneakily target the purple miner.

Trick Attack Stealth vs CR: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Trick Attack Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Twang tries to find some cover and aims at the purple miner with her pistol.

Trick Attack Stealth vs CR: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Trick Attack Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Twang steps back too, trying to get some cover.

stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31

Twang stays back trying to find a hiding spot with a great aiming range. She smiles at Helios's call before thinking:

If only we could isolate Talbot from the rest...

An idea pops up in her head. Trying a bit of reverse psychology, Twang silently clears her throat, then covers her mouth and shouts:

"Aim for Talbot, don't let him hide or escape from the fight!"

Bluff: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Great idea Spider! We could wait to see if Talbot is in his office and try to surround it?

I'm so, so, so sorry for the delay! I've been really busy lately

Stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

One hand on her pistol and the other pressed firmly against her cane, Twang walks quietly towards the corner.

"Of course not", winks Twang as she takes one of the azimuth laser pistols.

She then mechanically mixes Spider's drink before sliding it on the bar towards him.

"Wanna finally try out a 'Holy Black Hole'?"

Profession: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Twang hops happily behind the bar only to sigh seeing the poor inventory of liquor. She examines the bottles slowly with a sad look on her face. What the heck is that shit? They don't have the basics, they own the crappiest shit on the market and half of the bottles aren't even labeled! This one is labeled "smelly stuff"?? This crappy place is putting me to the test...

The old ysoki claps her hands and looks at her friends:

"Let's drink, shall we! I'll try to make you a decent drink with this crap."

She looks deep into Meia's eyes for a second. She then opens a bottle, smells it, grumbles, smells another one, and curses. Her eyes meet the label of another bottle at the other end of the bar. She runs towards it, open it and acquesces before pouring some of it in a glass.

Profession: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

"There you go, dry up for the missus", says Twang as she gives her a glass.

She then analyzes Oz with a tilted head before running around behind the bar, in a cursing tornado. She decides on a few bottles before mixing their content once, throwing it all away a second later, and remixing them.

Profession: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

"A fake Deep Shadow for you, let me know what you think"

Twang barely looks at Helios before choosing some of the safer bottles, mixing a drink and sliding it towards him.

Profession: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"A sketchy Strong Jack for the android"

Twang sighs before drinking three shots of rum back to back.

well...

Twang gets up from her crouching spot, her knees cracking as if they were about to break. She streches her back, letting out a creaking moan.

"Do you want me to make you a real drink before heading out or should we leave without wasting any time?", she then asks, eyeing the crappy bar.

"Stop shooting my friend scummy rat", whispers Twang as she targets the red ysoki once again.

Trick Attack Stealth vs CR: 1d20 + 13 - 20 ⇒ (1) + 13 - 20 = -6 well...

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Trick Attack Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Okay thanks!

Oh, sorry! I was writing my post while doing something else and I didn't realize that you posted your GM post while I was writing. Do you want me to take it down?

Sorry for the delay, my schedule is unbelievably crazy

Seeing that they are flanked, Twang, runs behind the nearest beam for cover and shoots the red ysoki.

Trick Attack Stealth vs CR: 1d20 + 13 - 20 ⇒ (15) + 13 - 20 = 8

Static Arc Pistol: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Trick Attack Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4 and falt-footed

Twang runs towards the nearest table and mumbles as she sees Meia turn hers: "Yeah, right... I'm too old for this sh*t"

She turns the chairs over instead and hides behind them.

Sorry for the delay and the short post, I'm having a crazy week. I'll try to post everyday, but it might not be long and elaborated actions.

Should we place our tokens around the Philt on the Slide?

Twang thanks the Vesks with a nod before heading towards the shirren. She listens attentively to her colleagues, analyzing Philt's reactions and body language, standing back for now.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

I'll let Philt answer your questions before adding anything. I agree with taking it slow and getting answers bit by bit. Depending on his reply, maybe I could bluff our way to Talbot

As Helios-4 joins the rest of the group, Twang warns him:
"I would keep a low profile from now on if I were you..."

She then tells to the whole squad before following the Vesk:
"From now on, if you can't take your liquor, please respect your limits..."

Twang judges the bartender's "skills" for a while, hardly keeping a poker face.

If I didn't have a cover to keep, I'd gladly hop behind this stupid bar to teach this incompetent how to do his job. Heck, I knew my drinks before I could climb my way up stools! I asked for a shot of whisky, a simple, pure shot, not even a mix! You take the bottle, pour it in a tiny glass, et voilà! What kind of dumbass doesn't know what a bottle of whisky looks like? And he dares call himself a bartender... How can he have clients? Are people here all tasteless? Poor citizens... If this is the only bar in town, they don't have much of a choice, she keeps grumbling in her head.

The experienced barmaid takes a deep breath as she realizes that her hatred towards the bartender messed with her focus on the mission. She spots the odd shirren and his bodyguards as she surveys the bar.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Seeing Spider wandering around alone, asking risky questions, she decides to come to his aid.

"Please excuse my young friend here. He can be very nosy and talkative when he drinks. That shirren must be important to be guarded like that. Is he the owner of some parts of the mines? If so, maybe he could give us some work."

Bluff: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Twang smiles at the bartender as she enters the bar. Her eyes sparkle subtly at the mention of Talbot's name. She looks around out of habit, quickly scannning her environment, before following Helios-4.

Bartenders in crappy towns can get away with anything... I'd show him what a real mix is if I didn't need to focus on this mission. What a shame for the profession, ponders the old ysoki, hiding her discontent behind a polite smile.

When he began to order at bartender

"May I have a drink, Twang what was it?"

The old ysoki, proud that someone asks for her opinion in her domain of expertise, answers with a giggle:

She then turns to the bartender and asks with a wink:
"I'll take a simple shot of whisky. Don't water it down, I'll know."

She swallows the shot in one gulp as if it is water. Her attention then turns towards the bartender, waiting for his answer to Helios-4's question.

Twang slowly gets out of the buggy. She cracks her back and mumbles: "I'm too old for this..."

The old ysoki looks around before answering Spider.
"Bars usually contain more information than libraries in these kind of places."

As she arrives at the Canteen, Twang spots her friends, smiles at them and sits. She listens carefully at Spider before adding:

"I made the same discoveries. Tasch is a poor town filled with humans, ysokis and shobhads merchants. It's only a couple hours away if we find a vehicle."

She then laughs silently through her whiskers before adding with a wink:
"You should try the 'Holy Black Hole' next time, a local must. I know my drinks; I've been a barmaid my whole life after all. "

Twang nods at Spider's idea before strolling the streets around the canteen.

As she wandered around, the old ysoki tried to remember her time on Akiton. Some flashbacks made her smile, others brought tears up to her eyes. She recollected her past acquaintances, colleagues and friends, making her wonder what happened to some of them, and tried to list all the criminal organizations that she either worked for or heard of on Akiton. The memories of her troublesome youth caused a wave of nostalgia in her old heart.

Those were some good times... But now I need to focus!

Twang ditched the emotional part of her memories and switched to a fully logical approach, making lists of all the shady people, shady businesses and black market she once knew about. From there, she began to think:

Who could be interested in such an artifact? Where could Talbot be doing business?

Culture: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

After two hours, she came back to the 'Rusty Sprocket' to meet with her colleagues.

Noticing the absence of answer from Spider, Twang turns towards him and explains with a caring tone:

"Don't get me wrong, I understand your opinion on the matter. In other circumstances, I would have agreed with you, but Talbot seems to know the dark scum ways and with his connections, I would be worried about our safety if we let him loose after hitting his pride like we're about to do."

Twang spaced out for five seconds, fixing her hands tightly pressed against her cane, before adding with a severe tone:

"I lived a pretty full life. I hung out with good and bad crowds throughout the years, but my time on Akiton, among others, taught me a lot about the... 'lower' community. I was young, naive, reckless and stubborn. And yes, I confess: I witnessed and partook in countless thefts like this for different gangs.

I may not know you so well, but I care about this team and I don't want any of you to get hurt later because of this mission."

Twang listens carefully to her squad members, leaning on her cane like always.

"I'm sorry to agree with Helios-4 on this one. In my many years of experience, I crossed paths with a lot of greedy men like Talbot. This guy is smart and has many connections, it would be too dangerous to let him roam freely in the Pact Worlds. He would be up to no good in no time."

On the ship on our way to Akiton

"So, the Captain doesn't want us to go on a killing spree, but we still need to decide what to do with Talbot when we catch him. Any ideas in your young minds?"

Before the briefing

Leaning on her cane in the corner of the room, an old ysoki greets everyone with a nod as they arrive and carefully listens at each of their introductions with wise eyes. When Helios-4 enters the room hoping for refreshments, the frail humanoid smiles.

"Liquids and gum usually don't mix so well, old friend", she jokes.

She then looks around before introducing herself: "I'm Twang. Don't worry, my old age won't be a burden to the team! This grandma knows her stuff more than most of you younglings."

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During the briefing

Twang enters the room last and looks around before listening to the Captain attentively.

Culture: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

"Akiton... I spent a lot of time there in my youth working as a barmaid. Seems like our thief is a greedy one. I'll send you what I know about this planet on your comm units." sending you all spoilers

Twang types something on her own comm unit before turning to Helios-4: "Bad memories? You wanna share your burden with an old rat?"

Player Name/Alias: Sunny16
Character Name: Twang
Character Level: 1
Organized Play # / Character #: 2370255-701
Perception Modifier: +5
Initiative Modifier: +5
What is your quest Day Job (if any) Roll: Profession (Cook): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25