Xeeter's page

This is the Official Art for Seaweed Leshys. Why not use that on the map?

Also, I think this avatar always works well for leshies on the Paizo forums if Konbu-chan is looking for an avatar while posting here.

You can find it on page 32 of Paizo's Avatar list.

Ooh, do you have a laser puppy? Xeeter retrained to get himself a laser puppy!

EDIT

I realize that I haven't updated his profile in a while. He's level 7 now...

Huzzah! Xeeter has spell now!

Xeeter is very grateful for his spell! Thank you, committee!

Xeeter is hoping that the helpful folks on the committee have come up with his replacement spell!

"Yay, I already have +2, so I get a freed-up Personal Boon Slot!"

Thank you! Xeeter wants his spell so he can help more people, plants and animals!

Xeeter gives Peter Nalepa a hug. "Thank you, Peter!"

Ooh! Can Xeeter help? Xeeter wants to help!

Corrosive Haze does look like a good fit for us Xenodruids. It's simple and it's core.

(Though as a follower of Oras, I do have a soft spot for Polymorph IV.)

Other inquiring Xenodruids wish to know this too! Xeeter wants to know what lies in his future.

"There are no skittermander avatars...." Xeeter says.

Mjolbeard, our event number is 2691826.

You can always find the event number by going to the OSP site.

Thanks again!

Thanks, Mjolbeard!

Life Science: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Xeeter looks around to the rest of you. "Does anyone have a battery that we could give him? Otherwise, we should probably call Fitch!"

Xeeter smiles. "You're friends are out here! Kieu Lan! Kieu Si! We found your buddy!"

Then Xeeter turns back to the alien. "What would you like to be called? I am Xeeter. Would you like to come back with us to the Lorespire? The problem eating here is that we're on the Master of Stars, a starship with limited power. That's why the lights keep flashing on and off. If we get you down to the Lorespire on Absalom Station, we can use the unlimited energy of the Starstone. It's an all you can eat buffet! Then you can learn about us, and we can learn about you, and maybe get you a comfy place to sleep? And afterwards maybe you can become a Starfinder if you want. Or do something else."

D'oh! Here's a roll to talk nicely to the creature so that it will allow me to touch it.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

"Please don't bite me. I only have five other hands to use, and so would miss this one a lot."

Xeeter is all about helping people communicate! "Huh. If I can't understand you... You're not an animal! You're a person!" He's so excited he wants to clap, but he decides not to do so for fear of spooking the person.

Will the person let me touch them? Xeeter would like to cast Share Language so that his whole team can talk with this fascinating alien.

Xeeter looks around for signs of the beastie.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Survival: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11 No, that is not my final answer!

Survival, 3-Nova Reroll: 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 3 = 25

"Oh... Hey. That's INTERESTING."

Xeeter activates Speak with Animals, and starts calling, "Hey there creature who hides. I am Xeeter, creature who seeks. We mean you no harm. Would you like to come and play?"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Xeete walks into a wall. "Oof!"

"That sounds great! I'm good with animals," Xeeter confides. "I can talk with your pet, and we can find out more about the games they like to play."

"Play with whom?" Xeeter inquires, gently. "Is there someone else here?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"I know that I don't like playing much with the babies either, because skitter whelps have tummy tubes that attach to larger animals. A whelp's secondary mouth allows it to attach itself to large prey and feed at its leisure. Thanks to a numbing mucus secreted by this mouth, less intelligent animals rarely even notice a whelp's samplings, but I always did, and had to forcibly detach my nieces and nephews." Then he pauses. "But human babies don't do that... do they?"

"Maybe you could go back to the kids area, but help the adults instead of playing with the babies. You two seem pretty clever. Maybe you could build some toys, or help hand out snacks, or do other things to help. Or if you would like, I could play with you later. I know lots of games. Have you ever learned Skimmer?" He pulls out his cards, and shuffles them quickly between all of his hands, moving in a blur. "It's a card game that I dealt at the Vestrani gaming complex on the Burning Archipelago. People bet thousands of credits on it, winning or losing fortunes overnight. You can learn to improve your odds of making money -- though. It's pretty easy if you know how to count numbers, read people or lie about the contents of your hand. I can show you all my tips, but I'd need a place to meet you after we're done checking this place out. The kid's area would be a good place to find you."

Skeeter gives the kids his comm code in case they want to learn this important life skill.

Ninja'd!

"Or you could wait here with Al," Skeeter adds as Al speaks. "Then we could all go back and learn Skimmer together! Is there anything you can tell us about the rest of the rooms? I bet you've explored them already!"

"Power outage? Or maybe someone wanted a nap?" Zeeter looks for an interface that he can point out to the people with actual tech skills.

Xeeter is torn when he meets the busy Fitch. Should he go on the mission, or help the harried leader out with a spot of baby sitting? He's not exactly the engineer type. Still, a good skittermander does not abandon his team. "Okay, we'll help!"

When they ride up in the darkness, he is elated to actually do something. He activates the flashlight in his comm unit. "Okay, team... Let's go in!"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Ears and eyes tuned for trouble, he looks around for the signs of what's amiss.

Xeeter claps. "Animal buddies, yay!"

Xeeter's action posted above!

Posting next round in advance to move this along.

Xeeter gets his groove back.

Kinetic Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

"Ha! Pew-pew, Ratrod!"

Xeeter attempts to pew-pews Ratrod again, but his fabulous shooting streak runs out.

Kinetic Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

"I was supposed to be helping!"

Xeeter pew-pews Ratrod again!

Kinetic Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

"Does that count as TWO hits?!"

Xeeter pew-pews Ratrod again!

Kinetic Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

"Wheeeeeee!"

Xeeter goes pew-pew on Ratrod!

Kinetic Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Xeeter looks up at the GM, and asks, "Can I use my mystical systems upgrade boon here? Noooooo?"

Xeeter has no piloting. The most he can offer is a +4 gunnery. Put me on a gun, and I might be able to hit sometimes.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

"Hey Lem Gem, will you be our nufriend? We can listen to Strawberry Machine Cake and race together!"

Retcon Round 2:

Perception to Look for Parts for Laboni's vehicle: 10 + 7 = 17

"Laboni, I found a cool part for you!" Xeeter holds up a random part. "It can make you speedier!"

Improve Laboni's speed.

Round 3:

Perception to Look for Parts for Velocity's vehicle: 10 + 7 = 17

"Velocity, will this help your vehicle?" Xeeter holds up another random part. "Should we find out?" Xeeter offers the part to Velocity to help the android speed up his vehicle. "I figure that we're all here to beat Ratrod, right?"

Sense Motive, Lemgem: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Sense Motive, Nyzin: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Sense Motive, Orsis: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Sense Motive, Ratrod: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Sense Motive, Velocity: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Xeeter spends a few minutes checking out all the racers. He knows nothing about engineering and vehicles, but he does know people! Once he's done his look around, he'd like to talk to Nyzin, because she is furry.

Xeeter shoots all six hands in the air. "Do you need a hug? I'm here to help!"

"We have left Fitch or Radaszam. Radaszam's a vesk, and so probably needs more help. You know that vesks can always use a few friends to make them feel better!" Xeeter beams, thinking about giving Radazam a six-armed hug.

Then Xeeter quickly runs off to give Korl a hug too. "I didn't watch you to feel left out!"

Heh. I'll probably be slower over the next few days. I've got a midpoint freelance turnover deadline coming up.

Hmm

It looks like you rolled it fine!

Sometimes dice repeat themselves. That is part of being random!

Xeeter also shoots at Blue!

Boom! (Boomer Rifle): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Sonic Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Thanks for the bot!

Xeeter goes hyper! He runs forward towards the thugs, and inserts himself between them and Ceren!

"Hello Nufriends! Want to play a game?"

He hopefully shuffles cards from one hand to another.

"I'll help!"

Only, Xeeter has no idea what to do here. Then he realizes.... He has contacts via his old life with the crime family that he used to work for, back on the Casino.

Untrained Culture on Crime Connections, Outlaw Theme: 1d20 ⇒ 14
My theme reduces the DC on underworld stuff by 5, which gives me a 15 total. That should be enough to remember the Vat Garden.

"Um... I'm no doctor. And I'm lousy with computers... BUT I do know a place where a lot of corpses are buried, and they have the best veggies in town! Have you guys been to the Vat Garden? I bet they'd give us a convincing looking body!"

Suggests the ysoki-run corpse dumping ground and farm known as the Vat Garden.

"You seem like the observant sort." Xeeter says to Ceren. "I bet you would make a pretty good card dealer. Have you ever tried it?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Okay, we'll bot you. Kate will also be at GenCon, Mjolbeard, so we have two people we may have to bot.

Head deep in the final throes of a freelance assignment. Please bot today.

"I'm no hacker, but I'll help however I can!" Xeeter affirms.

Fatigued and Buffed Reflex Save: 1d20 + 3 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 2 - 2 = 13

Zeeter's fatigue from his showmanship causes him to be a bit sloppier about evading crowds. "Can you please watch where you're st--OWWWWW!"

Xeeter will purchase copies for himself, Ziggy and also loan Al the funds to purchase the scenario for herself. "I'm helping!"

Fortitude: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7

The line SUCKS. Skittermanders hate queuing, and Xeeter finds himself getting fatigued and distracted easily. He practices doing a number of things to keep himself from yawning and being bored. He tries Diralynn's knee trick. He stands on one foot. Then he stands on the other. He waves his hands in order to keep his heart rate moving and reinvigorate himself, and he shares all of his new found tricks with his friends.

Survival: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

But finally, the line is too much for him! "Hey everyone, want to see card tricks? This line is boring, but we don't have to be!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

The cards fly amongst his six hands and Xeeter turns, bobs and weaves, always somehow managing to move forward to show off his tricks to the next group that is waiting ahead of him.

Xeeter cannot bear to see such a unique creature die. He quickly stabilizes the feather stalker with a spell, and then goes out to see the station security guards that cordoned off this warehouse. "Nufriends, we knocked the creature out, but it's injured. Could you contact the Xenowardens and see if they can arrange a transfer of this creature to somewhere more suitable? The park rangers in Jatembe Park could likely get hold of them. The feather stalker was likely attacking because it was disoriented and scared."

Then he comes back to the group. "Is anyone here an entertainer? I was thinking of putting on a show for the folks waiting in line for the album. I could do sleight of hand card tricks! Maybe we could keep moving up the line, entertaining different parts of the crowd... and then have someone big muscle us in to the front when we get there!" From the way Xeeter looks at the others in the party, it's clear that 'someone big' refers to anyone larger than him.

Zapp, do you read minds? How did you know what I was going to post? Wow. Precognition is real!

Bang! (Merciful Aeon Guard Assault Rifle) : 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Merciful Piercing Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

"I have an idea! After this we can all spend time at the shooting range! What do you say, nufriends?"

Xeeter pokes the GM with all six hands. "Hello, Nufriends!"