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The bear echoes the sentiment into the vesk's thoughts. "There was no actual harm done, lasting or otherwise," he points out. "If Minqalli gets out of hand, I will personally grab them and sit on them."

He can't help but wonder if his attempts at humor will be adequately conveyed, or if he misread the room--again--and tried an approach that the Amyik will not appreciate. He simply cannot tell.

Attempting to Aid only. I know my limitations :)

Sense Motive (Untrained): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

Diplomacy (Untrained): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5

Forgot about rerolls. I'll use one of mine with my 2 Nova bonus.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 2 = 21

Figured I would use mine so someone else can use yours, GM.

Artaius, not really able to speak to most of the displays, opts to go assist the First Seeker. Since his compatriots didn't want to hear what he had to say, maybe the gala attendees would.

Answering questions, he watched as people listened with actual interest. It gave him renewed purpose, and he found himself struggling not to be unnecessarily verbose in his excitement. "The exploration and settlement of this region was only natural despite the Godshield. A veil of aurum energy was not enough to keep that trinary star system from being one of the most interesting parts of the Vast."

"With five terrestrial planets orbiting Agillae in the Goldilocks zone, five more orbiting Bastiar--not to mention a gas giant with more than 36 moons, as well as two ice giants, and two tidally locked planets on either side of Callion, the ecosystems developed vicious fauna that precipitated dangerous behavior pattern development among its inhabitants," he explained.

"It's little wonder that other than the faction of jinsuls with their fanatic worship of the Covetous Protector under the leadership of his Master of Conquest, Dhurus, most of the other natives of the Scoured Star fled to other areas," he continued. "The izalguuns on Izalraan, the mentrasi of Bastiar-2 who sadly went extinct after moving to Kukanou-2b, and the nelentus, thyrs, and other of the Kreiholm Freehold who colonized several planets in the Saaruq-Ruaan system... can you imagine the evolutionary changes brought on at the physical level by the migration, not just in the settlers but the other organisms in their microcosms? Contained exposure would take millennia or more to produce the mutations that will now be seen in just a few generations--maybe less."

He smiled. "Culturally, there's certain to be impact, but those changes are expected and ultimately minor in significance when compared to what lasting alterations all of this has wrought. You can see in your own lifetime what normally happens so slowly as to be imperceptible except in the hindsight of scientific research."

Life Science: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Artaius isn't accustomed to the finery of the ship. They're nice indulgences, but they aren't strictly necessary. He would just as soon be outdoors. You can take the bear out of the woods or some such. Aside from having been born Castrovel (and leaving it years ago), he could not, for the life of him, figure out why anyone thought he belonged at a museum or at any sort of party.

Artaius understood what made up countless species across the universe, yet he had not the slightest mastery of what made any one of them act the way they do. Social cues and subtlety were all but completely lost on him, and he had a tendency of saying and doing the wrong thing outside of academics and athletics. As such, he had the distinct impression that this party was about to become the latest addition to FUBAR.

He distracted himself with working out, fight simulations, and competitions with Radaszam. Artaius was making an effort, and he was proud of himself for it. He didn't do people. He didn't people at all. That was why he'd left Castrovel in the first place. Even when he moved to Greenview, Fumark became too "metropolitan" for his tastes, so he moved to Ursana. So far, it was home, but was its growth inevitable? Even among others of his kind, he was antisocial. His abilities embraced his feral nature, making him impulsive and all-but-bereft of empathy.

Artaius blamed that for his unease around others, though he knew his lack of efforts to change anything were equally to blame. Even his voice was less growl and more whisper, simply from lack of use. If he needed to convey his thoughts, projecting them into someone else's head was a far easier way of communicating that would not be tainted by language barriers, vocal inflections, or misperception. He liked the cleanliness of it all, but people? People were inherently messy.

Artaius considers the conversation carefully before chiming in. "As far as surviving in space without protection, there is the possibility that she could have been an android," he points out. "I don't have much use for such artificial constructs, but despite likelihood, it remains within the realm of reason."

"Additionally," he continues, "there are certain mystics that seem blessed with some sort of supernatural ability to not only survive in the vacuum of space but thrive. They are able to move about the void with ease, albeit not as quickly as your own kind, Soarin. That being said, they remain immune to its effects without regard for duration, whereas the sarcesians will eventually need to draw breath, causing their lungs to burst, killing them instantly."

He realized he was being unintentionally morbid. "Forgive me, I am a student of the natural workings of other species, not their social limitations. I find the biological processes of organisms more fascinating than tedious banal considerations for their sensibilities, and that applies as much in death as in life. For instance, watching a sarcesian explode is purely theoretical, and while I do not advocate for any member of that race nor any other to suffer such a fate, should such befall them, I would be interested in seeing it for academic purposes."

It really sucks trying to do a bot when the Paizo website wants to log out every 37 seconds :)

Next to walk in is a hulking figure. The massive brown bear is upright, standing over ten feet in height and easily weighing close to a ton. He wears the armor popularized by the Free Captains of the Diaspora, the breastplate light enough to allow mobility and the gloves open at the tips to expose his claws. He carries no obvious weaponry.

He pauses upon entry, looking around at his environs and those within it. A strange group, to be sure. A half-orc, a sarcesian, a human, a pahtra, and himself already. Definitely an interesting--if odd--mix. Looking around for a sturdy place to sit, he doesn't see one that inspires confidence, so he opts to lean against the wall.

"I'm Artaius."

Kelvris eyes Tiger. "Honestly? I don't know what's next for me," he confesses. "I will see where the winds and the sands carry me."

I'm at 24/24 hit points. I was at 22/24, took 3 from the blast (19/24) then received 5 from the area healing, I believe.

I just made my first Ancestry purchase after PaizoCon. I’m now the proud owner of a bouncing baby Beastkin :) An odd choice for a Witch mechanically, but I like the concept.