[PF] SpellJammer: Adventures in Space

[Scowling Dragon]

The Story begins a with a recap of what happens before your freedom (You can read all the entries if you would like):

Spako, Ellie, Lindan, Sylvyn, and the Professor: You know the following. Since you are somewhat old timers on the Gladiator pit:

Its been long time in the Coin (or a short time If your Sylvyn and the prof. You have been here only for a couple of days). Long time since you had last touched fresh grass or seen any natural sunlight.

The coin. Its a strange thing. You know from chatting with the other gladiators that it began as a small space station built around a flat coin like rock. Then one day one of the Visiting Neiogi challenged the other that HIS Umberhulk could degeat over FIFTY slaves of the other Neiogi. From there its history. With every bet more and more space was dedicated towards arena fighting, and it became a popular form of gambling amongst the Neiogi. They send it their champion umber hulks, and see if they can survive the waves of other, less important slaves they can send against them. So in a sense: The slaves are the Lions.

The Space station is the shape of a coin. A flat two sided thing. Its surrounding edges growing with life, that sustains the station with air.

On the draws of the station is that there are two arenas, one on each side of the coin (Gravity works in such a way that it draws everybody to the floor on each side of the coin). The arenas are in the center of each area, with a stone ceiling to allow for the exotic flying slaves to challenge their Umber Hulks.

Today, is "Free space hot dog with every murdered slave" promotional day. So obviously its packed brim of Neiogi. They say that even Lord Mechochal is coming. One you have heard of of owning "ZAKRUK! The Bone crushing, head spiking, body mashing, face beating, kneecap exploding, Generally Unpleasant!".

It has never lost a battle before. And its kill count is in the hundreds. Outside of being ten feet taller then the average Hulk, it also fights with such a fury and rage that makes it a unstoppable fighting force.

One unusual arrival was of a unknown lord. He came with a trail of captures ships. And a legion of tired looking Scro slaves. He came with lots of wealth to bet on the proceedings, yet not to have any battles of his own. His slaves where kept generally separate from the others, yet they where all strangely quiet. Hmm.

You see the arena doors open. You see the Umberhulks standing in the center. Some wearing armor, others wielding large spiky, pointy killy weapons.

As the fight wears on you manage to overpower and kill all of them, even though ten of your numbers fall. Your exhausted, bleeding, scarred, and tired. But your alive. You hear angry shouts of rage from the Seats.

Thats it. You survived.

Suddenly, you hear a rumbling sounds from the dirt earth you stand on. With a plop of dirt, you see that a Umber Hulk from the Other side of the coin has tunneled to sate its bloodlust.

Oh BOOP. Its 25+ feet tall, covered in spiked, bloodstained metal plates, and wielding the biggest hammer you have seen in your life.

Its Zakruk. He just killed every slave on the other Side, and still isn't sated. It wants more to kill.

As its about to swing its hammer to smash the battle damaged XAB, when you suddenly hear explosions through the arena.

You see the Legion of Scro, armored, bulky and well equipped, backed by slaves that they have released overpower the Neiogi on the stands.

But this momentary distraction isn't enough for Zakruk the Generaly unpleasant. He lifts his hammer into the air, but before he can charge you hear something smash into the roof. Chunks of it fall down and crush the Neiogi on the stage, and a large chunk simply squashes Zakruk.

Maybe you join in with the Brawl, maybe you don't. Either way your saved.

Go to the "For everybody" section"

This is for WisperWings who has had a different fate:
Its been long time in the Coin. Long time since you had last touched fresh grass or seen any natural sunlight.

The coin. Its a strange thing. You know from chatting with the other slaves that it began as a small space station built around a flat coin like rock. Then one day one of the Visiting Neiogi challenged the other that HIS Umberhulk could degeat over FIFTY slaves of the other Neiogi. From there its history. With every bet more and more space was dedicated towards arena fighting, and it became a popular form of gambling amongst the Neiogi. They send it their champion umber hulks, and see if they can survive the waves of other, less important slaves they can send against them. So in a sense: The slaves are the Lions.

The Space station is the shape of a coin. A flat two sided thing. Its surrounding edges growing with life, that sustains the station with air.

On the draws of the station is that there are two arenas, one on each side of the coin (Gravity works in such a way that it draws everybody to the floor on each side of the coin). The arenas are in the center of each area, with a stone ceiling to allow for the exotic flying slaves to challenge their Umber Hulks.

You where planned to be one of these slaves. However, you where deemed too small to see on the arena. Thus not very interesting.

However, your singing made you worth something, so you where made a private slave of the Coins owners. You have never met people so insanely controlling. The way they treated you, not like property, but like you killed their mothers, and that your slavery was paying them back. Your wings chained, forced to walk by foot for their personal amusement.

You way they touched you, the way they commanded you. Was as if they where promised perfection yet met with abomination. It was as if they hated you. But thats a lie. You know what happened to the slaves they hated.

One day you where notified of the arrival a unknown lord name "Obman". He came with a trail of captures ships. And a legion of tired looking Scro slaves. He came with lots of wealth to bet on the proceedings, yet not to have any battles of his own. His slaves where kept generally separate from the others, yet they where all strangely quiet.

You where sent to personally entertain him. You stood in his private quarters, then suddenly he put his hands over your mouth. But they felt different from the hands of a Neiogi. With a shimmer, as if taking off a blanket, the Eel spider thing decloaks into a refined, and uniformed Orc looking person. Looking intelligent, refined, and even with a level of Sophistication. You know these types of Orcs. The Scro.

"Im going to get you out of here miss, you and every other poor son of a gun trapped in this hole"

He unchains your wings, and asks you for a basic layout of the area. Maybe you give it to him, maybe you even ESCORT him around. But essentially he leads you to what looks like other slaves. However, they also de-cloak. In front of you stand well fed and strong Scro soldiers. A full regiment of them. Equipped with explosives and other weapony things.

You see them set charges on the docked Neiogi spider ships. And with a blast have them collapse into pieces. Then help out and rescue all the other slaves and such.

Go to the section for everybody


Cale....Not sure if you ever gave a backstory.

Just go to the section for everybody.

Everybody:

You all end up at the space Dock. New ships are Docked there. Much smaller then the Giant Spiderlike ones you arrived in. The smaller ones look like Mantices.

All the remaining alive slaves are gathered into groups, as a Scro begins talking to you all:

"Aright you men, and women...And Sentient Carpets. We don't have all the time in the world here. Not every Neiogi knows that this station is now under our control, and we don't know how much time we might need to re-perpous the defensive ballista systems. So we need to evacuate you as fast as possible. If you know which sphere you came from step to the front."

After talking with the people in those groups and sending them off in individual ships, you are the only seven people left.

"Hmm. Well at least were lucky that only you seven remain unknown. Im not sure were to send you fellows off towards, but my next personal destination the Ring of Azula. Maybe you can find some maps or some other information about where you originated from or what you want to do in that area. Its a giant marketplace. Im sure you can find something. Even if its just a Job."

He leaves you be to discuss with yourselves what you want to do.

[kestrel404]

Free! At last she's free! And she can FLY again! The windling happily buzzes around above the crowd, thrilled to use her wings after having them chained.

After doing all in her power to help her rescuers free the other slaves, Cadence is quite satisfied. So satisfied that she completely fails to notice when asked about her home sphere - she knows that. Sort of. She thinks. At least, she could probably point to it on a map. Or maybe she'd point to somewhere else she wants to go?

As the captain of the orcs moves on, she calls out to him, "Thank you, Chain-Breaker. Should you ever need the help of Cadence Whisperwings, it will be given gladly!"

Then turning to look at the otherwise motley group of individuals she's left with, Cadence smiles brightly at them. "Greetings, fellow namegivers! Can everybody here speak common? If you can't understand what I'm saying, look at me blankly and say 'what' in your native tongue! I've got a spell that can help with that."

[Anyr]

That. Was. Amazing! Horrendously dangerous, but amazing nonetheless."

These words were spoken by a blond, bright-eyed human who paced rapidly around the other gladiators. Though he was injured and weary, a huge smile still adorned his face. Even the residual terror from being almost killed couldn't overwhelm his excitement. He flitted rapidly from person to person, addressing each of them in turn.

"So everyone, how does it feel to be free? Spako: Are you going to seek out even more deadly opponents against whom to test your prodigious skills, or retire to some quiet haven? Ellie: What amazing, unstable contraptions are your magic fingers going to build next? And strange sylphlike woman who I don't know: Yes I can speak the common tongue (exceptionally fluently if I do say so myself). How are you doing?"

[Deathkeeper]

I have to admit, I was barely paying attention. I'm not a sadistic person and I don't normally enjoy the idea of killing in cold blood, but I still wasn't over the sight of all those Freaks get squashed, sliced, shot, or burned. Or any combination of the four. I mean, all those weeks, no, months of my life I'm certainly not getting back, doing what? Nearly getting killed and ruining my nice set of scales with scars. Bastards. Hope their Hell's as bad as ours.

The little sandy-scaled kobold flutters his wings a bit. It's not hard to tell that he hasn't been exactly focused on the Scro's speech.
"I heard Ring of Azula, Marketplace, and Job. Jobs sound fine. Beats the Hells out of this hole. "
He seems a little surprised by the flying one's energy, but isn't put off by it.
What's that? Quiet haven, you say? Tell me, has there been anyone to ever describe me as being 'quiet?'

[kestrel404]

Lindan is suddenly face-to-bare-midriff with two feet of excited windling, who's grinning back. "Oh, I'm just great! Those mean old slavers had my wings tied up! I haven't been able to fly in months! Oh, right names! Names are important! I am Cadence Whisperwings, Windling of the Seven Rivers Caer! What's your name?"

As she introduces herself, Cadence's smile grows even wider and she strikes a mid-air pose - suddenly making it extremely plain that she's female, and rather unimportant that she's barely two feet tall. The moment passes quickly as she zips off to examine the other one who talked.

"Spako? Is that your name? Do those wings work? You wanna fly together?"

[Deathkeeper]

Wait, what? Oh. Right, confession time. I've never had much confidence in these. I mean, they work fine, I just don't think I'd ever be able to do all those crazy aerial things that usually come with doing more gliding.

"Uh, yeah, they work. But not now. I'm kinda tired, you know? Avoiding death and stuff."

[mistformsquirrl]

Ellie busies herself attending to XAB's battledamage, occasionally looking at the others gathered nearby, but mostly attending to the bot. She mutters under her breath

"We got so lucky today XAB, so so lucky..." she twists a loose nut into place. "So other than the obvious damage, everything intact?"

"My internal systems are without significant damage. However my carapace has sustained..." XAB-1P replies.

"It's busted up good, I'm glad it's just cosmetic then." She sighs heavily.

Ellie slides herself out from under XAB, stands up and pats herself off before walking over to join the rest.

"Okay, bad news, good news time - bad news is, XAB's pretty banged up. Good news is, it's all superficial, I can fix up the cosmetic damage easily with a few spare parts and a little time. I don't think we have the time right now though."

XAB plods up behind Ellie, but remains silent.

[Scowling Dragon]

A different Scro officer comes up to Ellie and says:

"Im afraid I can't let you take that contraption with us, as said in the Scro code 125 B section 13:

Any Gnome inventions with more then 3 moving parts do not belong on a Scro ship. If it is a must, make sure the area is explosion proof"

And we have not made the ship explosion proof. Sorry. But It will have to be left behind"

[mistformsquirrl]

Ellie looks stunned, then angry.

"XAB is no risk of explosion at all! I mean, look at him, I have a command chair mounted to his back, why would I ride on something that might explode? I know the damage looks bad, but like I said, it's all superficial... and besides it's not like I can leave him behind, not after all this! Right XAB?"

"I am completely stable, the risk to your ship from my presence is less than 0.000000001% greater than if I were not present. My combat capabilities meanwhile decrease the probable chance of being successfully boarded by..."

"A lot, just say a lot XAB. Most people can't do those kind of calculations in their head, remember?"

"Right, I had forgotten. 'A lot' is a sufficient quantity."

Ellie bats her eyes at the Scro officer. "Please~?"

[Scowling Dragon]

"Sorry miss, but my brother lost his arm the last time a Gnome invention was brought aboard"

He looks out into space and zones out for a moment.

"Oh the Pudding....The HORRIFYING pudding. And then the Geese. WHY oh WHY must there ALWAYS be geese"

But then you bat your eyes. He bites his lips. Glances to side to side. Then his posture loosens.

"Just.....prove to me that that thing is stable."

[Deathkeeper]

Now, I have to agree with the guy: it's pretty rare that those contraptions are stable, but this one deserves a little bit better treatment, all things considered. This guy hasn't seen it fight. And it killing things means I don't have to kill things and risk getting shredded in the process.

Spako raises hand. "If I may, Sir? I've been there for that thing's fights, and it's never actually exploded, and that was when it was taking battle damage. I don't think a little ship rocking is going to set 'im off."

[Scowling Dragon]

He looks at you. Then at the machine. Then at Ellie. Then back at the machine. Then at its crossbows. Then back at you.

".....Fine."

[Razorstorm]

The Professor removes his multi-lensed goggles revealing rings of clean skin around his eyes on an otherwise dusty covered face. He wriggles his curled mustache and immediately starts coughing on the dust that comes out of it. He continues to dust off the sleaves of his previously white shirt and beat it out of his leather and bronze gear.

"What what?" He suddenly tunes into the situation, a crooked grin spreading on his face. "We're free are we? Stupendous! I've no idea where this Ring of Azula is, but I'm sure it's a damned sight better than that damned coin. I guess I'll figure out where to go from there. If I never see another Neiogi, it'll be too damned soon."

As the frenetic Windling zips by him he nearly drops his goggles. "Good heavens! My my, what ARE you?" He polishes off the lenses, puts them back on, and looks at the small creature, the lenses on his goggles switching around as he gets a closer look. He pulls out his notebook and starts sketching and scribbling madly.

[mistformsquirrl]

Ellie gives XAB a big hug.

"You won't regret it, I promise."

[Scowling Dragon]

The Scro officer gives you a sad look. One thats says "Oh PLEASE I don't want to die"

"OK.....Just be careful."

[kestrel404]

The windling continues to zip by and tries to pay attention to everything. When the scro comes by and says that the gnomish device has to stay behind, Cadence looks sad and suggests, "We could always take him apart until he's got less than 3 moving parts, right? Then put him back together...unless we forget how, and then he goes back together in a different way and then he'll look different and be an entirely new robot who goes on a rampage slaughtering everyone in sight! Wait, what were we talking about again?"

Forgetting about that conversation, she stops in front of the odd man with mechanical bat wings. When he asks what she is, she preens at the attention. "Hi! I'm Cadence Whisperwings, and I'm a windling! Windlings are the greatest race of namegivers to ever grace the forests of Throal, a glorious people with a long and distinguished history that none of us really remembers! Ooh, and we can fly, see?"

[shugyosha]

Servalynn

A comely woman steps forward. Her violet eyes shows there is a hint more than human. "Anywhere is fine, but I see another one of the slimey slavers again I'll chill them colder than space. "

She looks at the others appraising them before saying, "I am Servalynn heir to the legacy of the Great Silver Wyrm. Who do I have the pleasure of traveling with?"

[Deathkeeper]

Yeah, Lady, because apparently that worked so well last time. Aw, who am I kidding, I was thinking the same thing. But with fire. Still, she's not exactly subtle, is she?

Spako's wings stretch out a bit as he gives his introduction. Must subconsciously think it looks impressive or something.
"I'm Spako, Heir to the Legacy of a Bunch of Dragons Probably Too Ashamed of the Matter to Leave Their Names and Colors.
(it's pronounced Spay-Koh if you didn't read my sheet) He shrugs.
Not that I blame them much for that. I wouldn't claim responsibility for any of my relatives."

[ChrisClark13]

Cale comes back to the group after saying goodbye to some of his fellow ex-slaves who he helped survive the fights and whatnot. He waves as he nears "Hey! So I heard that I'm going to be travelling with you guys since I don't have a 'Sphere' or whatever to go to either! I'm Cale, nice to meet you all! He's huffing a bit as he just ran from the other side of the station.

[Anyr]

Lindan's good mood only improved as he listened to the various conversations playing out around him. Which, oh which, should he join? There were so many wonderfully fascinating people here, that he felt spoilt for choice. In the end he couldn't bear to pick just one on which to focus. Instead, he simply stood apart from everyone and watched them all. Unless directly approached, he was quite content to be a mere observer for now.

[Scowling Dragon]

The commander Scro comes back

"Alright then, so any of you have any last business to attent to on this station?

Krantowa? Didn't we agree that there are to be no Gnome inventions on our Ships?"

The Worried looking Scro Replies

"Yes Sir! But the gladiators insist that the machine is stable....Plus she batted her eyes at me"

"Dammit. She knows of the dreaded eye-batting technique

Either way people I need a response. We need to leave in the next 5 minutes.
"

[kestrel404]

The windling blinks at the captain, then rushes off for a moment before coming back with a bag almost as big as she it. It's apparently still light enough for her to carry - barely - but somehow she's also managed to change into a full-on British safari outfit in the scant seconds she was gone, complete with pith-helmet (and holes for the wings).

Taking one hand off the bag-straps long enough to solute, she calls out, "Ready to leave whenever you are, Chain-Breaker!"

[Scowling Dragon]

After hearing the phrase "Chainbreaker" the captain cracks a smile.

[mistformsquirrl]

"I'm ready to go, there's nothing left here for XAB and I." Ellie smiles.

"Affirmative, ready for departure at your earliest convienence." XAB replies.

[Razorstorm]

"Absolutely, good Orc." The Professor grabs the Scro's beefy hand and shakes it vigorously. "I can't thank you enough for extracting us from that damnable arena. We are in your debt." Releasing his hand, "This vessel is incredible!" Slowly turning around to take it in, "I don't suppose you'd be willing to introduce me to someone intimately familiar with the mechanical workings of this thing? I'd love to find out more about how this craft works."

[Deathkeeper]

Is he kidding? You couldn't convince me to stay here if you covered it in gold. Although I would consider it if you did that.

Spako shakes his head.
"No sir, I'd like nothing more than to get out of here as fast as kobold-ly possible. If you didn't need it I'd suggest blowing it to Hells on top of it."

[Scowling Dragon]

The "Orc" flashes you a Tusky smile

"Heh, heh. Im sorry but you may be a bit mistaken. Im not actually an Orc. Im a Scro. But thats a common mistake. As they are sort of our "distant cousins".

Well...Since a few of our Matis ships are circulating the market already It can't hurt to show you around. From what it seems your planet is not a spacefaring one. Follow me"

He urges for everybody else to get onboard. The Ship itself is a bit smaller then a average sized Galleon.

He takes you onto the Mantis Ship (With "Dasher" written on the side). Its a metal contraption, however whats interesting is how simple everything actually is. Its mostly hollow, with moving parts only in the sections that control the attack claws, and the maneuverability aids. Their clockwork based and have some of the crew winding up the mechanisms used to allow the arms to move.

As a example he shows the arms retracting themselves, giving a better view of the outside through the glass Portholes.

There seems to be no mechanical basis for the flight system.

Its weapons systems are 3 very large ballistas, with Iron Pikes for shots.

He then escorts you to the Pilot Room:

"And this, is what controls the entire ship"

He gestures to the chair in the center of the room. Its a fantastical looking chair, shaped in the form of a chest of a Mantis, with the safety harness that straps onto the person being the mantises arms. Its heavily decorated with ornamental crystals and semi-precious stones.

"This is whats called a SpellJamming Helm. Its whats used by our WitchDoctors to give propulsion to the entire ship. This ones a minor one, so it doesn't go as fast. However, since this operation has been a successful one, I might be due for an upgrade"

Everybody else is also free to wander about the ship if they enter. Once everybody enters the ship will take off.

It looks like this:

A Very formal looking witchdoctor (In uniform and everything) seats himself into the helm. For a second. He closes his eyes. The eyes of the mantis seat light up red, and so do the rest of the transparent crystals in the seat. He opens his eyes. His Iris has also turned red.

The whole structure shakes, but steadily lifts. And lifts. And it lifts. You see from the portholes the Coin disappearing behind you.

"Fortunately this trip is a inter-crystal one. So we only need to travel for a weak before we reach Azula"

You see yourselfes (However you don't FEEl) speeding up. The ship begins to travel at such speeds that everything that aren't obviously big things like planets or suns blur out from view.

[Razorstorm]

The Professor explores the craft during the journey, making detailed sketches, and asking fiddly questions of anyone nearby.

[shugyosha]

Servalynn

She smiles at the kobold, "It is good to have another dragon-kin here."

With a flair of her arm she tosses her clock behind her and steps on board.



"This is whats called a SpellJamming Helm. Its whats used by our WitchDoctors to give propulsion to the entire ship. This ones a minor one, so it doesn't go as fast. However, since this operation has been a successful one, I might be due for an upgrade"


Once at the bridge she makes an off handed remark, "Yes, I am quite familiar with SpellJamming."



"Fortunately this trip is a inter-crystal one. So we only need to travel for a weak before we reach Azula"


"What is Azula?"

[Scowling Dragon]

Once at the bridge she makes an off handed remark, "Yes, I am quite familiar with SpellJamming."

"Really?" The Witch Doctor asks you in surprise (SpellJamming does not deactivate body function. You just can't leave the chair).

"Is space travel common on your planet?"




"What is Azula?"

The captain points outwards towards a planet.

"Its that planet overthere. Its in the center of the Sphere, so everything technically revolves around it. We never land ON the planet. Its dangerous. Its apparently controlled by some mad Single god. Azule I think? Hes kinda nuts, and has his followers destroy any ship that lands on it. And also denies his followers any access to SpellJammer Technology. However, its ring is another matter. I don't know how it began, but the planet somehow ended up with a ring entirely made up of a gigantic marketplace. You can get anything there. I don't know how it formed, but Im pretty sure the Arcane are involved in its creation somehow. Since they are always involved in trade and whatnot"

[shugyosha]

"Really?" The Witch Doctor asks you in surprise (SpellJamming does not deactivate body function. You just can't leave the chair).

"Is space travel common on your planet?"


Her regal bearing breaks with a scowl. "No just the opposite, but those slimely, wriggly, Neiogi slavers took me because their... witch doctor was injured. They needed me to power and fly their ship. However, once their witch doctor was well they sold me off."

[Scowling Dragon]

The Captains Eyes Widen in Horror

"So the Neiogi have Witch Doctors AS WELL as mages. This news is frightening.


I thank you. This could be critical for future confrontations with the Neiogi
"

[shugyosha]

The Captains Eyes Widen in Horror

"So the Neiogi have Witch Doctors AS WELL as mages. This news is frightening.


I thank you. This could be critical for future confrontations with the Neiogi
"

"Well, I'm not sure the difference between a Mage and Witch Doctors, I just meant the one who powers the ship. Our communication was very basic," she corrects herself. "What is the difference between the two?"

[Scowling Dragon]

"Well mages are those that study Arcane magic, and use their knowledge to cast spells

Our Witch Doctors are contacted by an entity that grants them their power, so the process happens much faster."

The Controlling Witch Doctor Suddenly speaks up

"I have been touched by the spirits of our ancestors. Their blood flows through mine, and their voices tell of our past, present and sometimes even future. I have been touched by Grantak, the Warrior King of Durbas.

I fear what spirit may have contacted them, and given them their power.
"

[Anyr]

Lindan couldn't get enough of the new ship. When tours were being given, he followed along. When someone knowledgeable talked about the ship, he listened. And during the empty spots in between, he zipped around every available deck like a mad moth. This was all so fascinating.

[Scowling Dragon]

An Scro confronts Lindan.

"Fascinating ain't it. I was fascinated the first time I stepped foot on my first ship. Where you from? Im from the next over Crystal Sphere. I was born in Station X4"

[Anyr]

"My world is called 'Golarion'. But as to where it is? I really haven't a clue."

Once again, an incongruous smile adorned Lindan's face.

"Until a short while ago, I thought myself a well-travelled explorer. Now it turns out that I was little more than a fish swimming around his tiny bowl.

Isn't that wonderful?"

[Scowling Dragon]

"Well that depends. The tiny bowl doesn't have predators the size of Gammeroids"

The Scro Grunt says grimly.

"But...I guess your right. I would prefer an ocean with Gammeriods then just a Tiny bowl even without them."

"Want me to tell you about this system?"

[Anyr]

"Most definitely. My reeducation cannot begin soon enough."

[Scowling Dragon]

"Well OK then. This sphere system is called "PolySpace".

This is possibly one of the biggest systems we have ever encountered in all of chronicled history.

This sphere contains the central Planet Azura. Around it revolves its sun.

Around the Planet revolve Ten other Suns, each with their own ten planets orbiting them. Thus PolySpace has more then a hundred full sized planets in its system.

The Coin was hidden away in a Dark area of the sphere, where no Planets rotate, and was abducting slaves from Sasurl. After being contacted we managed to track you down through a bug, and then later we used our single captured Neiogi ship to pull off the bust"

He pauses for a second..

"Wait A minute do you have any understanding of Planetology? This might have gone over your head."

[Anyr]

"A little. I managed to pick up bits and pieces during my time in the arena. But by all means, furnish me with a more complete explanation."

[Deathkeeper]

All right, things were moving a little fast for me, but I was able to follow it all without too much trouble. I think. General opinions, though? Two folks who really need to calm down but probably won't, two guys who seem relatively normal, one lady who seems nice enough, if a little serious, a gnome with her robot, and a bunch of orcs that aren't orcs. 'Could be worse' is the phrase of the day. I could have been tied to a bunch of umber hulks. Or Xorns. Eww.

Spako gives Lindan a friendly jab in the arm.
"Hey, I didn't realize we're from the same sphere. At least someone will know what I'm talking about sometimes."

[Scowling Dragon]

"Well you see, this black stuff we see all around us is called space. Space is inside things calles "Crystal Spheres". The Spheres float inside this Liquid called the Phlogiston. The planets are these round balls float inside space and such, orbiting our suns. So yeah. When you think the world is flat.....Well OK some worlds ARE flat. Like that Discworld. Can't remember its name though. But most are round spheres!

Some planets just float in space. Others are held by giant space beasts. We don't know why.

I don't know any of the technical details. This is just what I learned from my mother."

[kestrel404]

The windling flies by and overhears a snippet of conversation. "Discworld? You mean the one on the back of that giant turtle? I saw that once. Didn't go there, though. The captain said it was a silly place. Hey, which way is the mess hall? I'm gonna have a concert to celebrate our liberation!"

[Scowling Dragon]

"Oh. The mess hall is on the bottom floor. I guess your right! Lets have a celebration! Il gather all the boys! We won! We Won! YEAH!"

And with that he starts calling out with his native Scro tongue, calling for everybody down to the last floor.

[ChrisClark13]

Cale wanders around the ship for a bit before listening in on the conversation going on at the helm. "Could you tell me about the Neiogi and what their society is like?"

[Scowling Dragon]

"We don't know much about them. Only some vague rumors. But we know that they are mad obsessed on enslaving everything in their path.

We don't know how, but one day we just saw them arrive with fleets of those gigantic Spider Shaped ships.

I don't know which planet they even originated from however we do have some small theories. Mostly based on speculation.

They may come from a destroyed planet, the cause we don't know. But the survivors where the worst of their race had to offer. So it eventually morphed into a society of sociopaths.

They tend not to settle. They prefer to raid planets, and just take slaves. They build space station, but only to construct more of their powerful ships.

From what I heard, thier society is entirely slavery based. They call their subordinates, even other "Free" Neiogi as slaves, and nobody ever has the same rank. Everybody is a slave, or slave master in their eyes.

I wonder how they don't outright kill each other if thats their outlook on life"

[kestrel404]

Somewhere between the upper levels and the lower levels, Cadence's costume has changed from classical safari gear to a brightly-colored ensamble (https://s-media-cache-ec2.pinimg.com/550x/99/8d/f7/998df79e07ed3424a8e193203de7847a.jpg) composed of brightly colored whirling patterns, belted together with a scarf in the vague shape of a kimono dress. The effect is eye catching and perhaps a bit over the top, but with the windling's size it's probably for the best if she's obvious.

Going down to the lower deck, Cadence finds the mess hall. She explains to the cooking staff what she wants, a corner of the room to set up a table, with the area in front of it cleared for dancing. Then she gets to work fixing up her 'stage' and waiting for her audience.

[Scowling Dragon]

The Scro gather. After a long time of mostly boredom and combat, they are looking forward towards having some fun. Long time since they had a bard onboard.

They are just looking for some entertainment.

[Anyr]

Spako gives Lindan a friendly jab in the arm.
"Hey, I didn't realize we're from the same sphere. At least someone will know what I'm talking about sometimes."

"Indeed. We can sit around and tell each other stories about piracy among the Shackles; Or the shadowed continent of Tian Xia."

Lindan's tone was friendly, but not particularly enthused. He didn't really seem bothered about being among strangers.


The windling flies by and overhears a snippet of conversation. "Discworld? You mean the one on the back of that giant turtle? I saw that once. Didn't go there, though. The captain said it was a silly place. Hey, which way is the mess hall? I'm gonna have a concert to celebrate our liberation!"

"Excellent idea. I'll race you to the mess hall!"

Now that was an enthusiastic tone. Lindan set off after the Windling at a dead run. As he followed, he noted the little creature's impressive flight speed. If his own feet hadn't been receiving constant psionic boosts, he'd have definitely fallen behind. As it was, he reached the mess hall at almost the same time she did.

"Need any help setting up?"

[Deathkeeper]

Okay, maybe he won't figure out that I have barely any idea of what he just said. Kobolds aren't given warm welcomes in most places, so I actually didn't bother a lot of times.

"Hey! Wait!"
Spako will give chase! In fact, he'll probably have to start flying to avoid running straight into the Sco's back. He'll fall behind a bit, but not too much.
crapcrapcrapcrapIneedtodothismoreoftencrap

[ChrisClark13]

Cale nods, processing the information (and making giant illogical shortcuts, at least from mostly everybody else's perspective, while doing so). "Thanks for the info! Sounds like they need more Friendship or something, besides I think there's a party going on! See ya later!"

Cale scampers off below decks to the mess hall, vaulting over a table as he makes his way to the center of the room. "So where's the party?"

[kestrel404]

Cadence shakes her head to Lindan's offer of aid as she busies herself around her impromptu stage. As the audience gathers, she sets up a few props, including using some twine and a bright blue blanket that matched her wings to create a backdrop behind her - with the translucence and matching color, her wings seemed to disappear while she was in front of it, giving the impression that the windling was simply floating above the table.

Then she begins to incant spells. They're only cantrips - prestidigitation, dancing lights, and a ghost sound spell with no obvious effect for anyone watching her hand gestures carefully. The sheer presence of so much arcane energy in a confined space seems to electrify the air and excite everyone nearby - or perhaps that was what the prestidigitation was doing. The dancing lights had appeared behind the blanket and were producing a pleasant blue glow which washed out all her coloring, rendering her into a stark figure of black, white and blue against the backdrop.

Cadence took a deep breath, centering herself, cast one more ghost sound, and began to sing. The melody was haunting and beautiful (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpnRhiInopA), almost without accompaniment save for the strumming of an ethereal guitar. It carried on for almost a minute, without words, just an outpouring of pure emotion and song, before the song was taken up by ever more phantasmal instruments. Cadence pauses in her singing, casting the ghost sound cantrip a few more times, layering the individual instruments onto the song and recasting those spells that have begun to expire. Her movements are coreographed to the music - she is dancing, singing, encanting and making arcane gestures, all simultaneously. Whatever else she is, this Bard is a pure artist when it comes to her craft. The sheer hyperactivity you've seen from her so far has been channeled into the ability to multi-task and maintain her performance at a masterful level.

The emotional tune winds down, but the music barely dies down before new notes fill the air. The windling continues her impromptu concert, filling it with uplifting (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvibpAFNFNA)songs, stirring anthems (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7eZia4DxilA) and even more emotional themes (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDGpcipDo6k). The songs are in languages both common and rare, some in languages none else have heard before and other entirely without words. The theme you get from all of them, though, is of Freedom, and the Joy of Living without chains.

Cadence keeps her songs going for over an hour, building the tension with lofty battle hymns and then lowering it again with cheerful tunes, working the crowd like a master, until she finally works them up into a frenzy for her finale.
She pauses for a moment, looking over the crowd, and for the first time since starting to sing, she speaks to them directly. "I'll finish for tonight with one of my favorite songs. It's in a language from my homeland, and it's about a girl who kills herself rather than remain a slave, and finds freedom in death. I offer it as a gift to you, my rescuers." Then she casts one more spell on herself before starting the last song: Alter Self.

Cadence is transformed from a two foot windling floating above the table to a six foot tall human beauty (http://www.free-hdwallpapers.com/wallpapers/people/13290.jpg), standing on it. The dancing lights she's been maintaining behind her improvised backdrop come out and take up positions around her. They look like handle-less torches with slow blue flames and they orbit her slowly, giving her an ephemeral appearance - almost that of a ghost.

She uses ghost sound once more to produce the sound of flutes to accompany her and she sings (https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=5X82CE5Dz-4#!). It is delicate, beautiful, and full of emotion. At times, her voice takes on a choral effect and it's difficult to tell if it's natural talent or another spell. As she sings, she poses - it's not quite a dance, more a series of hypnotic movements that accompany the music. As the music trails off, she bows deeply to her audience and shrinks down once more to her natural size.

OOC: I apologize in advance if you think I'm taking liberties with the ghost sound spell - its not particularly well suited to providing accompaniment for a bard, but it's better than anything else except high-level spells that are primarily useful for extending or enhancing various 'bardic performance' effects. I figure that if there's one thing Cadence is good at, it's mixing music with spellcasting - she's specifically built to provide support magic while using bardic music, so this is literally what she does best. She doesn't bother using any bardic performance except for spending a round on 'fascinate' at the beginning of the last song to be sure she has everyone's attention.

The concert also takes place over the course of an hour. If you want to interact, arrive, depart or whatever else during that period, go for it. Assume I'm busy. :smallbiggrin:

In case it matters to anyone, she takes 10 on all her Performance checks, meaning that they're all 27.

[Anyr]

At times like this, Lindan wished that he really was as young as he looked. That way he'd have been able to experience music like this for the first time. Such a heartfelt performance didn't deserve to be judged by Lindan's treacherous old ears. They harshly compared every note played, every movement made, to that of Golarion's greatest musicians. 'Remember' (they said) 'when you heard Valaya of the Morning Dew, serenading a crowd of thousands? Wasn't she so much better than this?'

Lindan squashed such thoughts as soon as they appeared. Comparisons like that were completely unfair. No young performer, even one this talented, could stand against over four centuries of accumulated nostalgia. He tried his best to judge Cadence's art by its own merits.

"...Damn it, brain; This is great music, sung by a performer with serious potential! There was a time when this would have made my heart soar to the rafters! Why won't you let me react like that any more?!"

[Deathkeeper]

Not entirely sure what's going on in all those lyrics, but it's nice. It makes me feel...classy. Yeah, that's the right word. I've never really had the chance to see something like this. Most of the nicer bars with real performers just didn't let me in. I mean, I get it and all, but it still wasn't good for my self esteem. But now, just standing here with everyone else? I feel normal. Even if in this case "everyone else" is a bunch of inter-planetary Orcs and who-knows-whats. Alright, maybe not quite normal.
I swear though, my wings are going to be killing me tomorrow. Stupid tall Scro blocking my view; I had to hover almost the whole concert. Scratch that, they're already aching. Oww.

Spako "sits" through the whole concert a few feet above everyone's heads, save for a few breaks. He doesn't say anything, but he claps at appropriate moments and looks generally pleased, if anyone can read reptilian facial expressions or tell from his swishing tail.

[Scowling Dragon]

The Scro all erupt into applause. Fantastic. They all love it.

[ChrisClark13]

During the mini-concert Cale had bobbed his head during some parts, but didn't really get into it as he didn't know any of the songs being sung. He thought about picking up the Bard's art but shrugged as he didn't think of himself as a great singer/instrument player.

He clapped heartily after the music was over anyways and stretched out his wings. He had been more lost in thought about how to deal with the Neigoi than paying attention really and decided that the best course of action was to somehow show them all Friendship, probably though Mercy (an important part of Kindness!) like how the Ponies had down to what would become the Eaglelanders long ago... but the Neigoi sounded like they were worse than his ancestors had ever been... huh....

He sits on a stool and blankly stares a hole into the wall... going over the same trains of thought over and over again mindlessly.

[Scowling Dragon]

Well the Week worth of travel goes pretty decently. Nothing noteworthy happened much unfortunately. Thats just the issue. Space is SO big. 7 Days on a single ship is just kinda boring. The Scro play darts, bet each other to do stupid things, get drunk, and gamble secretly from the captain.

However, they do take interest in any stories you tell them.



Once that is over you begin to see the expanding planet in front of you. Its a green planet, with not many clouds. From the natural agriculture, it has no oceans. Only small rivers and streams. The Foliage is mostly just grass, and grass like plants. Thus its light Green.


However, the ring around it is fascinating. From a distance it just looks like a gray line. However, as you approach it closer and closer it becomes a blur of green foliage, stalls of different colors, and ships of different shapes and sizes.

Even closer what before just seemed a field of asteroids, turns out to be a floating ship graveyard. The ships there look like Butterflies of Various Sizes. The Biggest butterfly even having a small castle mounted on its head and back. All of them show strong signs of battle damage.

The captain explains:

"The Ring is only recently captured territory. It used to belong to those worthless elven scum. We salvaged all our damaged ships from the field, but we left the elven ships as a message"

You dock at a military Docking station. Rows of Mantice ships are met with rows of other ships. Most are painted Red, but others are painted blue.

The Captain approaches your group.

"Well....This is it. Im afraid our time with each other is at an end. This ship is to be docked here to protect the station. I can't help you personally find your way home. However, I suggest looking for maps here. Im pretty sure you can get one copy of anything in this marketplace somewhere. Its simply gigant.

But I won't lie. It will take years. Even finding your maps may take months. This place spans the whole planet. Its 40,000 miles long.

But I can give you a start."

With that he gives you each a small bag of coins

"Thats all 100 goldies. Should be enough for a good start. Maybe find a good Inn to live in for a few years. Or maybe hire a transport ship for a while.

Depends on how much money you have, or if you have any magics on you, you could even buy a ship!
"

The rest of the crew gather to say goodbye.

The captain suggests sticking together to avoid thieves, and gives you the direction of:

A good Inn

A Shipyard for secondhand ships.

A place to hire ship travel

A Tower of a Mage

And the section with a bunch of common stalls. Like Maps, , Food, nick knacks and ship stuff.

You are left to your own devices. Decide with yourselfes what you want to do.

[mistformsquirrl]

Elllie, having kept busy over most of the last week attending to XAB's battle damage from the arena, speaks up first.

"I think we should try to get a hold of a ship of our own. I mean... just think of how fascinating such a thing would be! We could go anywhere! See anything! I mean I guess it's probably expensive, but maybe... Certainly better than putzing around an inn I think."

[kestrel404]

Cadence replies formally to the captain. "I thank you, Chain-breaker, and bid you fare well. Know that Cadence Whisperwings will ever be in your debt."

She follows the group as they move away and offers her own opinion. "I've been on lots of different Spelljamming ships before I was captured. Buying a used ship isn't cheap, but the sheer quantity of salvage in this system is huge. I've no doubt that we could pull together a few of those ships out there and piece together something working with little more than the cost of transport, some hard work, and the labor of a few decent shipwrights - though the last is likely to be in very short supply, since everyone else on this ring is likely thinking the same. Does anyone else here have knowledge about engineering and crafting skill? I'm good with fabrics and such, which should be helpful for the giant cloth wings, but I've no skill for wood or metal work."

[Anyr]

Lindan breathed a sigh of relief at finally being off the ship. Even with all the interesting company aboard that vessel, its confined spaces had started to grate on him after a while. Since he only 'slept' four hours per night, the time had seemed to pass especially slowly for him. When Ellie voiced her suggestion, Lindan casually wandered over to her side.

"By all means. I for one wouldn't be at all averse to sharing a ship with this group. Your company was the only thing that made that trip bearable."

It was good to hear that Ellie favoured such a proposal. It would have been a shame to part from such an interesting travelling companion. Lindan had whiled away many an hour watching her tinker with arcane contraptions, and discussing her strange brand of technomancy.

To Cadence's question, he gave a non-committal shrug.

"I have some knowledge of engineering (along with a great many other things); Though Ellie's skill in this particular field probably exceeds my own. Between the two of us, we should be able to handle it."

[mistformsquirrl]

Ellie smiles. "Engineering is, of course, my specialty! I've also go some skill at making weapons, though that's mostly been born out of necessity." Ellie sighs slightly, shaking her head. "Still, it should be enough so we can defend ourselves; though it'd be preferable if it never came to that. Still, can't hurt to be prepared, right XAB?"

XAB remains silent for a long moment then replies. "Under the vast majority of circumstances this is an accurate assesment."

[shugyosha]

Servalynn


Well the Week worth of travel goes pretty decently. Nothing noteworthy happened much unfortunately. Thats just the issue. Space is SO big. 7 Days on a single ship is just kinda boring. The Scro play darts, bet each other to do stupid things, get drunk, and gamble secretly from the captain.

She spends her time on the bridge getting familiar with the ship's operation.




"The Ring is only recently captured territory. It used to belong to those worthless elven scum. We salvaged all our damaged ships from the field, but we left the elven ships as a message"


"Is there salvaging rules for the elven ships?"

You dock at a military Docking station. Rows of Mantice ships are met with rows of other ships. Most are painted Red, but others are painted blue.



"Thats all 100 goldies. Should be enough for a good start. Maybe find a good Inn to live in for a few years. Or maybe hire a transport ship for a while.

Depends on how much money you have, or if you have any magics on you, you could even buy a ship!
"

"Thank you captain, your hospitality was much appreciated."

Turning to the others, "I'd like to explore this place, maybe go to the mage tower before buying a ship. To that end I can pilot and power the ship if need be."

[Scowling Dragon]

"Is there salvaging rules for the elven ships?"


"Feel free to ransack them for anything you find. Im pretty sure they where pretty thoroughly robbed of any value by scavengers by now. Its been 9 months. But anything you find, unless its a Jamming helm is yours to keep. The Helms are for military reasons. We need them turned in if you find them."

[shugyosha]

"Feel free to ransack them for anything you find. Im pretty sure they where pretty thoroughly robbed of any value by scavengers by now. Its been 9 months. But anything you find, unless its a Jamming helm is yours to keep. The Helms are for military reasons. We need them turned in if you find them."

"Of course, but what does a Jamming Helm look like and where do I turn one in if I find one?"

[ChrisClark13]

"And could we buy it from your military if we find one?"

[Scowling Dragon]

"Well they all look differently, however they are all generally decorated chairs that radiate an aura of magic. Its hard to spot. They usually look thematic to the ship. Our ship has one at the Helm room (Its the thing that looks like a matice Seat)

Of course you can get the Helm depending on what kind of helm it is. Bring it in and we will analyze the cost."

[Deathkeeper]

The Scro and the rest of 'em are friendly enough, which is the only reason I'm still sane. A whole week on that little ship with that many folks, it's almost as bad as the Holes. I'm not really good at stories, but at least I can spend some time studying the magics and how they work. Magic always is good at killing time.

"Thanks a bunch, Captain. It's appreciated." Turning to everyone else,
"Unfortunately, I'm not so good with things that don't hurt people or register under Detect Magic. So I'm not necessarily sure about what we should be doing, but point me in the right direction and I'll do what I can."

[Anyr]

"I don't think that pillaging should be our first priority. A trip to the second-hand shipyards would seem like a more logical first step. That way, we can see if our dreams of ship ownership are realistic."

The reasonable tone of this suggestion was somewhat undermined by the mischievous grin adorning its speaker. Lindan was clearly not averse to a little pillaging, if the opportunity presented itself; He just didn't want to do it while riding a taxi.

[mistformsquirrl]

Ellie thought on this for a moment, then slowly nodded her head in agreement.

"I suppose I may have gotten just an eensy bit carried away there; we should figure out just how feasible this is before we make a real go of it. ... and even if it's not feasible a little gnomish ingenuity and we should be in great shape regardless!" She smiles broadly.

[shugyosha]

Servalynn

She looks at the kobold, "Come brother dragon, let's go to the mage tower for a bit. We can catch up with the others at the second hand shipyard. I trust their judgement."

[kestrel404]

The windling looks at Lindan and shrugs. "There might be a bargain at the shipyards, with all the derelicts out there. It'd still be cheaper to just pay the fees to salvage one, especially if we can do the salvage work ourselves. But we'll need to go to the shipyards to rent a skiff to get out there anyway, and they'll have the details we need for the salvaging as well."

Turning to Servalynn, Cadence says, "If you're going off by yourself, try to meet up with us at the inn - we'll be staying at the one the Captain recommended for tonight at least. I doubt you'll manage to find us in a shipyard, unless you use spells for it."

[Deathkeeper]

Didn't I hear a suggestion to not split up? And I need to pipe up more often, I'm getting verbally trampled.

At Ser's suggestion:
Well, the captain said not to split up, so maybe just us going might not be the best idea. Not to call your abilities into question, but, y'know, precautions.

[Razorstorm]

The Professor shakes the Scro's hand gratefully, "You've been a damned good host, sir. And this parting gift is incredibly generous. Thank you, and may whatever gods you pray to guide your ship safely."

To the group afterwards, "I do think we're better off staying together. You've all seemed good enough chaps this past week, and it's not like we've got any other friends to run to. I'd sure be interested in seeing if it possible to get an old ship fitted up for duty, though to be honest I'm a bit skeptical of our odds, even with Ellie and I tinkering with things. But hell, I'm sure willing to take a crack at it!"

"Perhaps we start there, take a peak around, and then see about arranging some lodgings? If we discover we're gonna be here for a bit, we might want to explore some means of employment."

To Servalynn, "Just out of curiosity, what are you looking for starting at the Mages Tower? Work? Research? Assistance? Tutelage? I'd be lying if that location didn't peak my interest. I'm overwhelmed with how much I realize I don't know about the universe, and a good library would be a treat."

[shugyosha]

Servalynn

She smiles at the professor, "Curiosity."

[Razorstorm]

To Servalynn "Well I'll be very interested to see what you find. Be careful. Where I come from, Wizards in towers can be a damned touchy lot, and somehow I doubt that's peculiar to us."

[shugyosha]

Servalynn


To Servalynn "Well I'll be very interested to see what you find. Be careful. Where I come from, Wizards in towers can be a damned touchy lot, and somehow I doubt that's peculiar to us."

"It seems I'll go another day," she says in forlorn voice. "It seems brother dragon doesn't feel safe in escorting me."

[Razorstorm]

Servalynn
"It seems I'll go another day," she says in forlorn voice. "It seems brother dragon doesn't feel safe in escorting me."

Twirling his mustache thoughtfully, "Don't worry, m'dear. Let's explore this possibility of a ship, and I'd be happy to escort you in a day or two. Perhaps we can inquire about this Mage's reputation, before we go waltzing in there?"

[Scowling Dragon]

OK then. So you decide to waltze to the ship yard.

In case I misrepresented how SpellJammer physics work, you should realize that the Ring is not enclosed. There isn't a protective hatch that, when breached causes an outflow of air. In Spelljamer, if your big enough, you attract a bubble of air to stick to you when you travel in space. However you would need plants and such to make the trip more sustainable.

Thats the the Ring is covered in Foliage, to sustain it.

Also everything has Objective level of Gravity. Like when you where in the mantis ship, the Bottom floor was gravity flipped because everything is pulled to a central line.

Thus the Ring, is truly round, and has areas in such on every side. Not just the top.

The Shipyard isn't that big, as you can determine its a second hand one, and no new ships are generally made in the area, just brought in for repairs. The bigger shipyards are farther away though, and would take some time to get too if you wanted access to some of the bigger ships.

Anyway your greeted by a friendly looking Halfling Saleslady.

"Why hello there, welcome to our wares. You seem like a well maintained bunch. Is there anything in specific your looking for?"

From a fast inspection you can tell that the ships sold are defiantly secondhand in quality. None of them have open signs of mounted weapons, and some look very worn. There are about......30 ships in total.

The Ships sizes Range from the size of a small Wagon (10X10X10) to a single Galleon. Surprisingly the Galleon is JUST a galleon. No special attachments or such.

Some of the more interesting shape-wise ships are one that is shaped like an AngelFish, A horrid mess of Metal pieces that under closer inspection defy physics and should not stick together, and a Ship that sort of looks like the shape of a snow angel.

[kestrel404]

"Hi, I'm Cadence Whisperwings! My friends and I are wondering about acquiring a spelljamming ship. We're not sure if we want to rent or buy yet - it depends on what's available and what the prices are like. There's only the seven of us - eight if you count the gnomish golem - and we're not really looking to hire a crew. I know at least two of us can man the helm, so that's no worry. And we're willing to take on a fixer-upper if the price is right. What have you got that can be crewed by eight or fewer namegivers?"

You're not sure how, but the windling manages to deliver that all in one breath.

[Scowling Dragon]

We have....Some ships that could fit the criteria of being piloted by 8 people.

Depends. Do you want to buy one or rent one? Cause I rent Goblin Blades for quick travel for 70 goldies a day. Just needs one person to pilot. But can fit about 8 people."

He gestures towards a absolutely puny ship.

http://bwafer.com/dungeonsdragons/bladearrow.jpg

"How about it?"

[kestrel404]

The windling looks over the vessel - it'd be cramped but serviceable, if all the wanted to use it for was a salvage run. "That might suit our needs. If we're going to rent, that's about all we'd want. However, we might also be in the market to buy, if you've got something at the right price. What have you got for distance travel? Preferably with good living quarters and space for weapons - I'd hate to be completely unarmed in the deep black. And do you know how much the Ring officials have been charging for salvaged spelljamming helms?"

Cadence looks at the others in the group - she knows they're mostly unaware of the necessities of spelljamming, but they probably have questions as well.

[Deathkeeper]

Must..not..force friends...to buy large ship...to compensate for shortness...
Nah, just kidding. But seriously, that thing's tiny.

Spako shakes his head a bit. "It's a little small, guys. What if we picked up someone or something we needed to transport? It might be a bit limiting."

[Scowling Dragon]

"Well you can BUY a Goblin Blade here at 3,000 goldies,

And I guess its our smallest ship. The Big guy over there *Points to the Galleon* Il charge....about 45Ks. Reduced cost cause of the age yah see.

None of our ships are equipped with weapons, and we don't sell any here. We can MOUNT them here for a small fee, but we don't sell them. Try the Daddah Giffs Killing Bar for weaponry.

We have a barge, if you want something that can carry heavy weights."

http://bwafer.com/dungeonsdragons/cargobarge.gif

"Can carry about 20 Tons.

And for a ship with Crew comfort and place for weaponry......Well I think THAT works nicely

http://bwafer.com/dungeonsdragons/hawkship.jpg

Only 37 thousand for that old beauty.

But your planning to take them.....to salvage from the graveyard? Yoh, you might not want to do that. That place gives everybody the willies. And they say, that there was this one guy. Who wen't there, and then he never came back. My barman told me that story.
"

[shugyosha]

Servalynn


The windling looks over the vessel - it'd be cramped but serviceable, if all the wanted to use it for was a salvage run. "That might suit our needs. If we're going to rent, that's about all we'd want. However, we might also be in the market to buy, if you've got something at the right price. What have you got for distance travel? Preferably with good living quarters and space for weapons - I'd hate to be completely unarmed in the deep black. And do you know how much the Ring officials have been charging for salvaged spelljamming helms?"


"If we are going to salvage one of the ships in the debris field we'll need something that carries 8 and cargo. And we'll have to make two trips: One to find what we want and figure out what we need, and another to bring up what we need," she says in a soft voice.



Only 37 thousand for that old beauty.
"

"Oooo, I do like that Hawkship... but it is too pricey for us right now."



"But your planning to take them.....to salvage from the graveyard? Yoh, you might not want to do that. That place gives everybody the willies. And they say, that there was this one guy. Who wen't there, and then he never came back. My barman told me that story."

"That seems strange, the Scro captain that brought us here said that they salvage all they could and left the Elven ships as a warning."

[Scowling Dragon]

"If you just want to scout something first I just suggest getting the Goblin Blade.


And its true. The Scro took back all their own ships from the debris field, but the other ships are left floating. That was like the first months after they claimed Azulas Ring.

I just heard from a guy, that knows a guy, whos brothers uncle knew a Scro who once told him about the ships being infested with Killer plants.
"

[kestrel404]

Cadence nods in understanding. "Oh, killer plants. That makes sense. Elves are all nature-ey like that. We'll be sure to bring weed killer."

The windling turns to the others in the group. "So guys, what do you think? I love adventures, but if you think it's too dangerous..."

[shugyosha]

Servalynn

"I'm sure you can give us a good price," she says to the Halfling giving a forlorn look, "We are new to this place and in need of a good friend. We will need someone to help us sell what we find and don't need..."



The windling turns to the others in the group. "So guys, what do you think? I love adventures, but if you think it's too dangerous..."

The dragon touch girl shakes her head, "Let's see what's out there."


[roll0] aid with the negotiations

[Scowling Dragon]

"Well.....There was this something. I would be willing to let you use my Goblin Blade for free for your own ends, if in a week you where willing to deliver some...stuff for me to the opposite end of the Ring for no pay.


Howas that?"

[Deathkeeper]

Warning: Suspicious phrasing detected. Engage inquiry now

"Uh, can you be more specific? Contents? Timeframe? Expected cost? Dangers?"

[Scowling Dragon]

"Its just a simple delivery. I can't tell much expect its a special order (Even I don't know what it is) by a Scro Commander on the opposite end of the Ring. I don't think it should be dangerous whatsoever. It should only take a day."

[Anyr]

While others were negotiating, Lindan had wandered off to examine the ships themselves. It would be unbearable to stand around listening to people haggle over terms, when such an eclectic collection of vessels was available. He flitted randomly from ship to ship, stopping briefly to examine each one. Especially unique examples held his attention for longer, and prompted him to circle them slowly. Most of the time, though, he didn't even bother to walk between locations; He'd just disappear from one and reappear at the other, without traversing the intervening space. Even if the group ended up gaining nothing from this visit to the shipyard, Lindan was glad they came.

[mistformsquirrl]

Ellie followed Lindan closely, similarly inspecting each vessel as they went. The barge particularly seemed to catch her fancy however - while relatively plain, a vessel so simple could do with a great deal of modification... the thought made her just a little giddy.

[Razorstorm]

The Professor pipes in charmingly, "This is quite a tip-tip operation you've got going on here, and you seem like an damned fine business partner. We'd definitely be interested in a fair trade of services. We're quite a capable group, with a wide range of skills, and could certainly assist you in a variety of ways. Would you be willing to make that two days of rental in trade?"

Diplomacy
[roll0]

[Scowling Dragon]

"Uh.....Well I have some ships that need of repair. If you could fix them up I could expand it to two days of free rental"

[kestrel404]

Cadence nods enthusiastically. "I think we should do both! A week and a couple days should be plenty to find a ship we can salvage and haul it back here!"

[Scowling Dragon]

"Good. I need you to fix THAT one"

The Halfling points to the steampunk ship I showed you on the OOC thread.

"I think its helm is broken. AGAIN"

Right on cue, not missing a beat the thing makes a sound akin to a growling bear.

[Razorstorm]

"Stupendous!" exclaims The Professor, shaking her hand. "Pleasure to be doing business with you!"

[Scowling Dragon]

"You gonna fix it or what?"

She places her hands on her hips indicating impatience.

[Razorstorm]

"Indutibly!" The Professor raises his hands and a variety of brass tools spring from his braces, reaching over and around his hands, and his goggle lenses flip and change. "Let's start taking a peak, shall we? Allons-y!"

[Anyr]

Ellie followed Lindan closely, similarly inspecting each vessel as they went. The barge particularly seemed to catch her fancy however - while relatively plain, a vessel so simple could do with a great deal of modification... the thought made her just a little giddy.

"I never get tired of seeing that look on peoples' faces. It's one of the few pleasures which never grow old."

Lindan was suddenly staring right at Ellie, wearing an affectionate smile.

"That's the look of someone who hasn't given up on their dreams. People like you don't just imagine a better world; They try to make it happen.

Whatever you do, don't le that fire die. It's what makes life worth living."

He then turned his attention straight back to the ships, as if nothing had happened.

[Scowling Dragon]

You notice that the top hatch is locked with a 100 piece slide puzzle.

"Yeah, The designer for some inane reason decided to lock the door with a slide puzzle. It re-scrambles after every time you manage to take it open.

Oh and the door doesn't open from the inside so be careful. Oh and the ventilation doesn't work. so be sure to come out in the open every couple of minutes.

And the thing gets very hot on the walls and ceiling. And on the floor every third hour. So be careful.
"

[mistformsquirrl]

Ellie looks at the dealer, and then the ship, then gives a mischievous grin and rolls up her sleeves.

"XAB, c'mere and try to get that door open, Lindan, I'm going to need an assistant if you're feeling up to it - let's fix this thing!"

Ellie immediately begins looking the old ship over.



Ellie's Knowledge Engineering [roll0]

XAB's Disable Device check for the door [roll1]

Let me know any other checks I may need to make.

[Scowling Dragon]

OK you manage to pry the slide puzzle to open, as annoying as it is, you know the mechanics behind slide puzzles.

What you find out about the machinery is that the whole thing is pretty much a mess, constructed out of stapled scrap parts and wishing REALY hard that it would work.

But the underlining principle is exactly the same as your machinery.

"I need the SpellJamming helm in specific to be fixed! The helm is at the bottom rear end of the ship!"

Yells the Saleslady.

[kestrel404]

The windling grins and looks back to the salesperson. "Well, they look like they're settled in. We can do the run to the other side of the ring and be back by the time they're done, I think. Who wants to stay and who wants to go?"

[Scowling Dragon]

"You guys DO know how to fly a Spelljamming ship. Right?"

[kestrel404]

"Sure! I've seen it done lots of times!!"

[Anyr]

"XAB, c'mere and try to get that door open, Lindan, I'm going to need an assistant if you're feeling up to it - let's fix this thing!"

"By all means."

Lindan teleported to Ellie's side and began assisting her.

Lindan aids any Knowledge checks which Ellie makes {+2 to her results}
He also makes checks of his own, whenever his skill would be higher than hers.

[Deathkeeper]

Well, this sucks. I'm no good at any of this!

"I'm in!" he calls to the Windling's question. There wasn't much he could do in terms or repairs anyway, unless the magic part of it really wrecked them.

[Scowling Dragon]

"Well if you could deliver it earlier that would be fantastic. Just be careful, don't crash it"

[Razorstorm]

The Professor heads to the spelljamming helm and starts poking around, his bracer-tools, and goggles whirring.

Possibly applicable skill rolls
Knowledge Engineering [roll0]
Disable Device [roll1]

[Scowling Dragon]

Your a human trying to comprehend a Gnome invention. Roll will save 15:

[roll0]

Your Confused for 1 Round.

The helm makes no sense! Its a tangle of garbage mess that by all that is HOLY should not fit together!

There are parts that fit together, to somehow end up in a position of fitting and not fitting AT THE SAME TIME

There is a pudding dispenser, a backscratcher that work the control port, its utter madness! Its like looking at a optical illusion. Except you can touch it!

You reach your hand through the machine, and somehow it ends up coming out the same end and touches you in the face.

AAAAAAAAAAAUGH!

[Scowling Dragon]

Double post but I don't care:

Cale, Spako, Cadence, Servalyn, all pack into the puny 13X10X5 Ship.

Fits 8 people your BUTT. Cadence is 2 feet tall and SHE feels crammed.

The Ship is powered by a non helm magical source (Helms are too expensive for small boats like these).

A Detect magic inspection reveals that its powered to something akin to a combination of Levitation, and Gust of Wind.

Its much slower then even the slowest Spelljammer helm but hey, you get what you paid for.

Its controlled by a rig with switches that controls the levitation and the wind gust that shoots out from the back of the ship. The air isn't permanent, so it doesn't allow you to remain in the air any longer then usual, and the ships already overcrowded.

The Saleslady handed you a decently heavy package. It feels heavy and cold to the touch, even though the paper. Probably made of stone.

She describes the location, and it should be visible from quite a large clip from orbit.

It used to be an ground Elven base, but now its being remodeled by the Scro.

The trip should take you about 6 hours there, and then 6 hours back.

The person to receive the package is Officer Tchoc, and the password is plactate.

Just in case that you don't just end up STEALING the ship she asks for whatever money you had on you (This won't matter much).

You lift into the air, flying a bit lower then the Orbiting Ship graveyard.

For now I give you some time to chat.

[kestrel404]

The windling stands imperiously on the control panel of the Goblin Blade - staring out at the ring she's navigating around as she (often literally) wrestles with the controls.

Somehow - no one managed to follow the chain of her argument from beginning to end - she managed to convince everyone that she should be the pilot. And so far she's going a decent job of it. As long as she doesn't get too distracted.

"...and then we followed the pirates back to their hidden base and started bombarding them with the fire cannons. Five riverboats against an entire base full of pirates was an even match, until the airship showed up."

Oh, and she's been telling stories about her time as a riverboat captain. They are more or less completely unbelievable. That may or may not have some bearing on their truth, which is also unclear. No one else has ever heard of Barsaive or Throal, so it's perfectly possible that armies of earth elementals and overly amorous lizard-men are common there. That said, what Cadence lacks in height, she makes up for in tall tails.

"But that's a story for another time. Where do you guys come from?"

[Deathkeeper]

Oh, boy. Here we go. I always hate this part. And how are two of us less than three feet tall and we're having trouble breathing with only half of this can's supposed capacity?!

Spako's wings are wrapped around his torso like a cloak in an effort to save a little space. It isn't working much. "Well, I don't think I have the experience to describe my whole sphere if that's what you mean, but if you mean specifically, the answer is a hole in the ground. One full of idiots that I'd rather not deal with ever again."

[kestrel404]

The windling looks puzzled for a moment before brightening. "You mean you're from a Caer? What's it called? Has it been open long?"

[Deathkeeper]

Wait, what?

"Wait, what?"

[shugyosha]

Servalynn

She watched the small one pilot the ship. She was good but Servalynn knew she was better, but that would come up another day. For now she was content to listen to the unbelievable tales and enjoy the ride.

She took time to admire Spako's wings.

[kestrel404]

The windling also looks confused. "You know, a Caer. A city built in the ground behind a whole bunch of traps used to protect against invading demons. That's where I grew up too! I think. Can't remember my childhood, but that's how lots of windlings grew up so that's probably how I grew up."

She's smiling again - apparently unconcerned with her own amnesia. Then she looks at Spako again. "Did you not grow up in a Caer?"

At the last possible instant, she glances out of the port window and gasps before kicking one of the controls. The little goblin craft veers out of the way of an oncoming asteroid, before Cadence turns back to the conversation.

[Deathkeeper]

Y'know, that sucks. Her place gets more points for having people capable of holding a coherent conversation, but still, demons. Demons suck.

Spako is oblivious to Ser's gaze. She may take note that they twitch often, a lot like his tail, which is always moving somehow, although in these cramped conditions he's just tapping the end on the floor quietly. And also that if it's brightly lit in the ship, just a few of his scales have a little luster.
He shakes his head to Cadence.
"Golarion is on the verge of crisis all the time, but it doesn't usually actually get there, so we don't have any big-time demon invaders. Kobold tribes house themselves in cave systems because they're too arrogant and xenophobic to ever attempt integrating into society.

[ChrisClark13]

Cale pipes in, "I'm from Eagleland, just northwest of Equestria. The worst trouble we get is during the annual dragon migration when some of the young ones decide it might be fun to steal someone's pet or even someone's eggs. Not to mention sometimes the Hawklanders try to invade us from time to time because they hate all things pony.
I have met a few kobolds though, they were all cooks for some pony named Platinum. I think they actually might have been the best cooks I've ever met, not that they spoke much, but man did they know how to cook.
Then later that day I defended the castle with some catapults loaded with barrels of Alchemical Fire, fun times." He looks wistfully out the tiny window for a bit. "Ah, sorry. Was I rambling too much?"

[kestrel404]

"Hey, Equstria sounds like fun. I'd love to see a dragon migration - back in Throal it was a big deal to see even one dragon. Of course, that's because it meant you were probably about to be eaten, or that the demons were coming and the dragon was running away, or someone had managed to piss one off enough that it would leave its lair and another city was going to be burnt down. Dragons are really pretty."

The continually cheerful tone the windling delivers this in makes you wonder about her sanity. Obviously she doesn't have any, but is that a species thing, or just her?

[Scowling Dragon]

MEANWHILE (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yic7IRO9d6I) At the Shipyard

Your Combined Mechanist efforts reveal that the Gnome Helm has another helm inside of it, and that all of the surrounding stuff is just junk.

You clear away the Junk and reveal a plain looking Seat. And it radiates magic.

Yup. If you test it out (It doesn't function with Psionic's, but the Professor can) it works fine.

But you come out with two alternate interpretations:

The Professor+ Helpers:

The Ship itself however is garbage. It will fly, but it will be a miracle if it ever lands (And doesn't burn into a crisp). It defies logic, is a piece of junk, and will never rust, simply because the ship is so bad, that rust doesn't want it (AGH NOTHING ON THIS SHIP MAKES ANY SENSE! THERE IS A TUNA DISPENSER FOR A DOORKNOB!)

However Ellie doesn't see it that way.

From her own understanding of Gnomish Engineering, the ship should work perfectly. Yet....doesn't. Strange.

When told that the ship works the Saleslady (You find out her name is Ganna) approaches you and looks VERY happy.

"Look. Ive been thinking and...I don't think Ive been very fair with all of you. Those repairs allow me to sell the ship for a magnitude more amount of money then even the cost of a Goblin Blade itself....And the thought is just eating me and.....How about I give you the Goblin blade for free?"

[mistformsquirrl]

"I'm not much for negotiations, I'll let one of the others take care of that." Ellie immediately sets out to figure out what precisely is wrong with this seemingly functional ship.

Ellie is going to use Detect Magic to look for anything other than the helm that may be magical - and thus interfering with the ship's operation.

[Scowling Dragon]

Ellie Detects nothing.

[Anyr]

Lindan helped Ellie to search the ship for supernatural auras. When they found none, he shrugged.

"Well, it was worth a try. Is there perhaps a problem with the power supply?"

[ChrisClark13]

"It is pretty awesome to see, no one goes flying on those days because the bigger dragons'll just breathe fire on your for fun don't have a good reason. Mostly the smarter ones just keep to themselves and we leave them well enough alone, though sometimes a unicorn will take on an abandoned dragon egg and take on the hatchling as a familiar. Those dragons usually stick around ponies when their master dies or takes on a new familiar, you can't keep a dragon as your pet forever..." His tone of voice drops as he stares out the window.

[Deathkeeper]

There's two things wrong with this kid's world, and both of them are all of it.

"One should not keep a dragon as a pet ever. " Spako says testily.

[Razorstorm]

To Ganna, pulling her aside gently, The Professor pulls off his goggles and cleans them while he speaks.

"M'dear, I need to be dreadfully honest with you. This thing is a damned time-bomb. The helm will work, and you'll get it up in the air, but I'm quite confident that if this ship is put back into service, it's going to kill someone. You've dealt squarely with us, and I must return the courtesy. I feel it critical that you not be under any illusions that this ship is space-worthy."

He looks at her gauging her reaction.

[Scowling Dragon]

The SalesLady gives you a sad look.

"Eh. The Gnomes will buy it anyway.

Il just say its part of the charm. I have been dealt worse hands before. Mostly by gnomes....and purchased by gnomes....Well almost ENTIRELY by gomes but still.


Ive owned this ship 3 times before"

[Razorstorm]

A sly grin splits The Professor's face. "Well in that case, I'm glad we could make you some money today!" Clapping her on the back. "Come come, m'dear, let me show you what we did!"

He leads her around showing her the repairs they made, prattling along cheerfully.

[Scowling Dragon]

"WOW you actually fixed the temporal paradox in the bathroom? Im impressed!"

[Anyr]

"Unfortunately, yes. Such a shame that that had to go."

The more Lindan saw of gnomish design philosophy, the more he liked it. They had a wonderfully experimental outlook on life.

[kestrel404]

Back on the Ship

Having heard from her other two companions, the windling looks expectantly at Servalynn. "Do you have any interesting stories about your home?"

[Scowling Dragon]

SHIP!

Anyway, lets assume you just flew for the intended six hours.

You notice the ring beneath you becoming more and more uniform. The colored stalls make way for stone buildings and farming areas. So green and black.

The sunset has been chasing you for a while, and once you land, it will probably catch up with you.

You notice the especially large building that stands out against the rest by being marble. The Sro Building. You see a large concentration of docking and leaving Red Mantis Ships at the station. And a large concentration of Guards below.

You carefully dock at a relatively flat area.

You immediately get complaints that your blocking the road, so you have to shove the ship into an alleyway, and lock it.

You approach the guards and tell them its a delivery. They ask you for the password, which you rightly give. The Scro take the package, and unexpectedly immediately unwrap it. Right in fron't of you.

"Thanks" they gesture.

It turns out its a rock slate. It looks jagged at the edge. Probably only half of a complete one.

The back of the slate has a strange symbol on it, looks like the roots of a tree with sails attached to a trunk.

The fron't of the slate has some writing on it that you can't tell what it is.

"Well?.....What are you doing here! SCRAM!

Unless you want to be arrested and taken in for questioning!
"

[kestrel404]

"OK, but do you know anybody who knows about the ship graveyard? Somebody who's been there? I thought a Scro captain would know that kind of thing. If you don't want to talk about it, we'll leave, but such an important figure as yourself would surely like to talk about his legendary deeds?"

Cadence smiles and chatters in her ever friendly manner.

Diplomacy to gather info: [roll0]

[Scowling Dragon]

"In case you haven't noticed, im no freakin captain!"

The Scro Barks at you

"And NOBODY has been in the graveyard. Its all just lies and rumors spread by drunks and idiots, and idiotic drunks"

[kestrel404]

Cadence pouts at getting yelled at. "Yes sir, as you say sir. We'll be going now."

As she leaves, she does her best to study the tablet on the desk, both visually and with her 'astral sight' - the windling racial ability to perceive magic.

[Scowling Dragon]

Its like the equivalent of being punched in the face. The magic is staggering and overwhelming, and radiates Transmutation, Conjuration, and even Necromancy.

Visually its just broken slate, with writing is some dead language written on it, and half a symbol on the other side.

[shugyosha]

Servalynn


Back on the Ship

Having heard from her other two companions, the windling looks expectantly at Servalynn. "Do you have any interesting stories about your home?"

"There are many stories from where I am. The most famous are those of the Archemage Ged; how he rose to power, gave up his magic to save his kingdom, and when given a chance to regain it he chose love over power. Would you like to here those?..."



You approach the guards and tell them its a delivery. They ask you for the password, which you rightly give. The Scro take the package, and unexpectedly immediately unwrap it. Right in fron't of you.

"Thanks" they gesture.

It turns out its a rock slate. It looks jagged at the edge. Probably only half of a complete one.

The back of the slate has a strange symbol on it, looks like the roots of a tree with sails attached to a trunk.

The fron't of the slate has some writing on it that you can't tell what it is.

"Well?.....What are you doing here! SCRAM!

Unless you want to be arrested and taken in for questioning!
"

When the package is opened she casts a quick spell.


Casting detect magic
Its the weekend so my posting is slow.

[Scowling Dragon]

Its like the equivalent of being punched in the face. The magic is staggering and overwhelming, and radiates Transmutation, Conjuration, and even Necromancy.

Visually its just broken slate, with writing is some dead language written on it, and half a symbol on the other side.

[Deathkeeper]

Woah. Must be some powerful stuff from the looks on their faces. Hmm...nah, they'll tell me about it later. No need to get my mind blown right now. Still, something's awfully odd about something so magic being a 'simple delivery.'

Spako shakes his head.
"You know how I said Golarion's always almost on the brink of destruction? Yeah, those sort of things always start with something like this,," he jokes with a toothy grin.

[kestrel404]

As she flies out of the guarded Scro encampment with her companions, the windling nods seriously. "Of course. Any suitably legendary tale begins with a mystery - an old man in a tavern looking for help, a murder with no witnesses in a locked room, one peaceful kingdom declaring war on its longtime ally. Obviously, as soon as we acquire a spelljamming ship, we'll be hired to retrieve the other half of that tablet, and after braving many traps and ambushes and a dungeon full of monsters, we'll return here only to find that the half we just delivered has been seized by some evil sorceror, or else they'll betray us and declare us outlaws while we escape with both halves. Or not. Sometimes things like this just stay a mystery."

The windling's constant cheer regardless of what she's saying is often creepy.

[ChrisClark13]

Cale hmms "This does seem like it could lead to adventure... and you do know what usually comes with adventure right? Lots of swag, recognition, and magical swag." He waves and yells to the Scro as he makes his way back to the Goblin Blade Dinghy. "If you guys need the services of some guys who won match after match on a Neiogi slave ship against their best Umberhulks let us know!"

[Scowling Dragon]

"So your Ex-Gladiators from the recent operation?"

Asks the other Scro Guard.

"Pff, yeah right. You twigs wouldn't survive for more then a minute.

More like survived by being personal Neiogi massage crew: Birdy Boy. :smallamused:

Go look for work somewhere else!"

Retorts the Jerk Scro.

[ChrisClark13]

"Yeah, well most of us are. I never saw Cadence here in the ring though, but I personally put down too many of em to count over the months. I can prove it." With this he pulls his rifle out of his Endless Bandolier. "Name a target any target you can make out from here, though not too far or you won't be able to know if I hit it or not." He affixes the Far Sight scope to the rifle as well, making sure not to accidentally point it at anyone.

[Scowling Dragon]

"I know your Kind. Always LOVE to talk a big game. But the second trouble starts a brewin, they run or trip.

Sure. Hit that bird. Way over there"

He points to a stone bird on a building 100 feet away

"Hope it aint too tough for a big bad Gladiator like you"

[ChrisClark13]

Cale laughs. "That's it? I can hit that in my sleep, now then I hope you actually own that stone bird because I'm not paying for it."

He takes aim and fires.
Attack Roll: [roll0] +14 -1 For being in 2nd range increment
Damage Roll: [roll1]

[Scowling Dragon]

The Scro gives a whistle, completely unfazed.

"Not bad. Not bad. Take my words back.

Though I could arrest you now for destruction if private property. But you have impressed me."

You clamber onto the Crammed clown car of a ship, and fly off back.

[Scowling Dragon]

Back At the ShipYard

You have led around the Saleslady, thanked her for whetever, and given a deed to a Goblin Blade.

What did you do next? Its already Dark, and the other half of the group will arrive in only tomorrow.

[shugyosha]

Servalynn

Once the dragon-touched girl recomposes herself, she watches bemused with the interaction of the Scro and her teammates.

Once they head back to the ship she says, "I'll fly," and takes the helm.

[kestrel404]

The Goblin BladeDinghy

The windling nods. "Sure. It's your turn to tell stories about your homeland anyway."

OOC: Don't stop on our account - we don't need to have only one group going at once - just put which place you're in at the beginning of your post and no one will get confused.

[Razorstorm]

Back at the Shipyard

After showing Ganna their completed work, The Professor turns to Ellie, and with a dashing bow, "Well done today, m'dear! It's pleasure working with you. I do think we're starting to make sense of these damned things, yes?" Looking out the window at the fading light, "It's getting late, rather quickly. I think we may want to have Ganna point us in the direction of that Inn we heard about, and make arrangements for us and our companions. We can have her send them on to meet us when they return. I for one, would adore a good bowl of stew, and hot cup of tea. Shall we Ellie? XAB?" He offers his arm very properly. "And over dinner I want to hear all about your remarkable companion."

[mistformsquirrl]

Ellie wipes some sweat from her brow and then nods to the Professor.

"That sounds like a good plan to me. I'm sure XAB won't mind helping me fill you in either, will you XAB?"

"I am always interested in the exchange of interpersonal information." XAB replies.

"That's his way of saying that he enjoys talking about himself. At any rate..." she places her trusty wrench in her overall pocket "I suppose we ought to be off. Though I have to admit - I'm rather disappointed. I expected more out of other gnomes, where I'm from we're more... well... practical, you know? Pudding dispensers..." She shakes her head but has a wry smile plastered all over her face.

[Anyr]

Lindan suppressed a smirk at the Professor's excessively polite overtures. It was just like one of Lindan's own 'your humble servant' routines, only done with complete sincerity. Apparently he wasn't the only one who was fascinated by the inventions of their Gnomish companion. He wondered how Ellie felt about suddenly having her own miniature fan club. Hopefully she was the type to be flattered by the attention, because it would be a real shame to scare her off.

When the subject of Gnomish practicality was raised, so were Lindan's eyebrows. The surprise in his reply was obvious.

"Really? On Golarion it's a very different story. Many Gnomes in my world would happily fill an entire lake with pudding, just so that they could know what it was like to swim in it. They're capable of devoting staggering amounts of effort to projects which, to everyone but themselves, seem like a complete waste of time. But then, perhaps that's to be expected from a race that was once immortal..."

[Deathkeeper]

It's a good thing the griffon started showboating, because that Scro wouldn't have walked away with kneecaps had I been the only one defending our reputation. And this thing is still tiny. Tiny, I say!

He shakes his head, grumbling to himself. Grumblegrumble!

[Scowling Dragon]

For the purposes of speeding things up, lets just say your together at the inn now.

[shugyosha]

Servalynn

On their way back Servalynn tells them a tell of the archmage Ged and how he met Tenar, the high priestess of the Nameless Ones and freed her from her life as a servant to her religion. She made quick time back to shipyard and from there headed back to the inn.

[kestrel404]

Cadence listens eagerly to the stories of love and strife among mages. With all the emphasis on true names and creatures from beyond space and time, it sounds just like home!

Once the group gets to the inn, Cadence wastes no time in asking the bartender if he minds her setting up in a corner and performing for tips. She happily demonstrates her talent - though she doesn't get quite as fancy as she does on the ship, she still uses dancing lights and ghost sound in conjunction with her own singing and dancing skills to produce something memorable.

[Scowling Dragon]

A small crown gathers at the area. Thankfully, its not one of the "Must be drunk-minimum" bars.

Roll performance for GP earned.

[kestrel404]

The windling performs for the bar patrons until the party has finished gathering together. She uses Ghost Sound mostly to make sure everyone in the bar can hear her and to provide some basic accompaniment to her voice.


Perform (Sing): [roll0]
Perform (Dance): [roll1]

Edit: And I didn't botch. But that was pathetic. A 3 & a 2? Really?

[Scowling Dragon]

Il consider the good application of Ghost sound and other visual tricks as +5 for this purpose.

For the purposes of not calculating money, you make enough to pay off your inn-bill for all 7 people.

Good job.

Im considering skipping to tomorrow. Hows that?

[kestrel404]

OOC: Only if we discuss plans OOC. I'd be happier doing so IC, though.

[Scowling Dragon]

Either way, a Imp like person about your size comes up to you with a grin.

Hes Completely purple, his eyebrows are Ice, and his teeth are icicles. Oh and he walks on spider legs. Hes wearing a sailor Uniform.

One Peculiar thing though, is that his right arm is just a stump, with a white cap at the end.

"Hey. Saw your singing. Pretty impressive

Check this out"

He comes up to an empty table. He closes his eyes, and makes noises of effort.

His right hand cap glows a bright blue, and from it, grows a glowing blue hand.

With it, he lifts up the table. You can see that his legs are straining from the weight, but his arm lifts it up effortlessly.

"How about it" He says with a grin.

The table is a thick wooden one.

[Deathkeeper]

I swear, why do half of the weird folks outside Golarion have to have spider parts? I mean what, did the gods just run out of ideas that day?

Spako crosses his arms. His wings rustle a bit.
"That's some decent magic you've got there. What exactly do you call that thing?"

[Razorstorm]

The Professor spends the evenings sitting at a table with any companions that hang around, watching Cadence. If there are any attractive human-ish females, he probably flirts with a bit of bravado, fueled by some wine. He is saucy, but never remotely crass.

[Scowling Dragon]

I swear, why do half of the weird folks outside Golarion have to have spider parts? I mean what, did the gods just run out of ideas that day?

Spako crosses his arms. His wings rustle a bit.
"That's some decent magic you've got there. What exactly do you call that thing?"


The Imp person puts down the table

"It isn't mine. I just got it one day.

I was one of the defenders of the Ring when the Scro attacked, and fat lot of luck that brought me.

Lost my ship, and then lost my arm. I would spend the rest of my days doing basic menial work.

When one day I spotted this strange shop, and a Whit robed mage came out and grafted with magic this thing to me. For free! Out of the Kindness of his own heart Now I can even control it to retract!

These things seem pretty widespread on certain planets. I donno what their called in specific, but most people call them "Power Limbs". "

The Professor:

You attract some ladies, that are particularly interested in your moustache.

[kestrel404]

The windling blinks and looks down at the little sailor. When he generates a phantom arm to lift the table, she makes an appreciative, 'Ooh' noise.

"Hi! I'm Cadence Whisperwings. I'm a windling. What's your name? I've never seen anyone with ice for eyebrows before. Can I touch them? How do you make that arm? Is it solid?"

The windling is cheerful and friendly, and completely clueless about anything beyond making a new friend.

[Razorstorm]

The Professor:

You attract some ladies, that are particularly interested in your moustache.

At the end of the evening, he gracefully takes his leave and goes to bed alone, despite protests to the contrary. He kisses each one ardently in turn before heading up the stairs. Before he disappears from view, he takes takes a look back, grins, and continues up the stairs shaking his head.

[Scowling Dragon]

"Oh."

The Imp guy looks a bit deflated

"Sure....yeah. Its never me. Its always the eyebrows

I guess I just concentrate and it springs out of my graft. And then i can concentrate to make it go away. Its solid alright."

[shugyosha]

Servalynn

She watches quietly and is a bit perturb that the Professor isn't showing her any attention, and from her estimation she is by far the prettiest one there.

When spots the purple imp and his magic trick she smiles and claps her hand. She asks, "Is that White mage at the mage tower?"

[Scowling Dragon]

"Maybe. I donno. The mages tower is more like a mage get-together and combined shop for magic services"

[Deathkeeper]

Ouch. Shot down.

Spako offers an aside to the little imp.
"I know how you feel, pal. Having wings where I come from ain't easy."

[Scowling Dragon]

Thanks. Your wings are nice by the way. Im Clektobah, Daruba-abuba. Haven't seen your race around before. What are you? Im a Dreb.

[Deathkeeper]

Sometimes I'm really glad that my name is short and easy to remember.

"Thanks. Call me Spako, and I'm a kobold."

[Scowling Dragon]

The Dreb Suddenly stars speaking louder

"OOOH. Thats why they call it a Kobold Arrow. Its from Kobolds. Im an idiot"

The Dreb slaps his face with his hand.

"So. What your reason for visiting the Ring of Azula? Im here to trade exotic stone, like Carble Corn, and Whaka Wahkah"

[Deathkeeper]

Huh. I didn't know we had anything named after us. I bet it's insulting.

"We have an arrow named after us? Huh. Anyways, we're here looking for work and other stuff, since we just got out from the Fr- uh, Neogi arena. And before you ask, it sucked."

[Scowling Dragon]

"No. Its a ship. Its like this small personal craft that shoots fire. I heard that the Goblin Blade was based off of it.

......WAIT YOU SURVIVED NEIOGI ENSLAVEMENT!

My jeloni! Your a total toughie! Howd you do it! Are you like a mage or somethin?"

[Deathkeeper]

HA! Suck it, Goblins! The thing named after us shoots FIRE!

Spako's face is still mostly blank, but the swish of his tail shows how pleased he is at the description and subsequent praise. His hand drifts to his sword.
"Well, I'm a bit more...stabby...than most mages, but yes. And they were trying to keep us alive long enough to kill us in the arenas, and when those happened, I just made sure they never hit me."

[Scowling Dragon]

"Show me! I just love myself some impressive magic.

[Deathkeeper]

On one hand, I really shouldn't be wasting magic. On the other hand, showing off!

With a wave of his fingers and a trio of magic syllables, Spako vanishes from normal sight. Assuming Clek doesn't have the +40 Perception he'd need to beat Spako's stealth, he'll reappear with a tap on the back of the imp-man's shoulder.

[Scowling Dragon]

"Gah! Thats amazin!

I always wanted to be a Wizard. But my 10/15 mothers instead that I took up the Ninja heritage. :smallsigh: Ive tried dabbling, but i just never have had the time

[Deathkeeper]

Wait, did he mean 'insisted?'

"You lost me a little bit there, but I sympathize. I'm here today because I couldn't stand any of my relatives enough to stay."

[Scowling Dragon]

"Uh. Got that. Well, was nice talking to yah"

The Dreb finishes his drink, and takes out a small pill and smashes it against the floor. It explodes in a puff of smoke and so does the Dreb.

[Anyr]

"That ninja has my sympathies. I too sometimes wish that I'd pursued a career in wizardry. The psionic arts, though potent, are depressingly practical. There's no mentalist ability which can match the simple whimsy of 'Prestidigitation' or 'Polypurpose Panacea'."

Unless given reason to do otherwise, Lindan would spend the evening relaxing with his new comrades. It was a nice way to end his first day on alien soil. Perhaps tomorrow he'd get a chance to put those 'depressingly practical' powers of his to good use.

[Scowling Dragon]

The night passes. The inn is comfortable, yet simple. The next morning your treated with a simple yet tasty breakfast. Tastes like chicken despite looking like squid.

You all have a single table for all the seven of you. From there you all talk about where you want to go next.

[shugyosha]

Servalynn

After padding her lips with a napkin she says, "I'd like to check out the mage tower before we head out to the shipyard."

[kestrel404]

Cadence grins. "Sure! All we've heard so far are rumors about how nobody goes there and comes back alive and rubbish like that. I bet the mages know more - even if they haven't gone there themselves, they'll have used spells to look. Mages always like to know more than everyone else. That, and I'd like to find out how safe it is to pull a helm out of a ship. If we can bring back a helm or two, we can surely trade those for the rights to whatever ship we want to salvage."

[Razorstorm]

The Professor nods while he finishes swallowing his food. "I think that's a stupendous idea. I'm curious if we might be able to get access to research facilities. This "space" is quite exciting, but I do feel like I'm stumbling along a bit blindly. In fact, we might be able to find some resources to help understand these remarkable ships better before we head to the graveyard."

[mistformsquirrl]

Ellie is busy scribbling notes on her napkin, but eventually pipes up.

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to learn more before we really get started salvaging. Better to take our time and be cautious than risk something catastrophic due to ignorance. Still, I admit I wish we could just jump out there... the waiting kills me, heh."

[Scowling Dragon]

From that I assume you guys want to go to the mages tower. To at the very least check things out.

The walk takes 10 minutes, but you finally arrive.

Its a simple tower. Just stones mish-mashed together just so long that they stick. Its a big tower though. About 30 feet in radius.

It has one entrance. Just a big wooden Door.

You enter inside. Calm music echoes (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9v9-Nw4nAZg) through the room You see a staircase at the far end of the room. To the right is a HUGE stone desk. Behind it sits a moving suit of large ornate armor with a pair of glasses over the visor. Blue light pierces through the visor as if it was on fire from the inside.

To the left is a collection of uncomfortable looking chairs, and in front of it is a small table with a bunch of newspapers piled on. Next to it is a small......Watermelon tree?

The Armor suit puts down its large pen, looks at you and says

"Yes? Are you looking for something in particular?"

[Deathkeeper]

Well, they certainly have good showmanship.

Spako shrugs. "Erm, that's a good question. Do we have anything specific in mind?"

[Scowling Dragon]

The armor talks as if its grinding metal sheets together:

"Well the Mages have a free schedule today, and the item shops downstairs"

[shugyosha]

Servalynn

"Ooo, item shop," she says then asks, "Do we have to make an appointment for the Mages?"

[Scowling Dragon]

"Well technically yes. But most people just barge in anyway and the mages never really care about the schedule anyway, so just barge in there anyway. Just don't tell them! It could cost me my job"

[shugyosha]

Servalynn

She gives a small chuckle, "Other than magical items, what services does this tower provide?"

[Scowling Dragon]

"Well we provide magical services, we have a library for knowledge on the Crystal sphere and spells, and were one of the only places in a hundred miles that sells spell-jammer helms.

[shugyosha]

Servalynn

"Thank you, you've been most helpful," she says then heads downstairs to look at the variety of items and costs.

[kestrel404]

Cadence perks up at the last part, interrupting her inspection of the watermelon tree. "Who do I talk to about buying a spelljamming helm?"

[Scowling Dragon]

"Makacintosh. His office is upstairs. Hes in charge of selling and trading SpellJamming helms.

[kestrel404]

"Thanks!"
Turning back to her friends, the windling says, "OK, shop first, then we'll go see this Mack guy!"

[Deathkeeper]

Calling it now, it's going to cost us a nation's ransom.

"Sounds fine to me."

[ChrisClark13]

"I'll be downstairs in the magic shop, I have a bit of allowance from the slavers that I want to spend." He looks for an elevator absentmindedly for a few moments before realizing that there's just stairs despite the music. "Ah, mind if I grab one of those watermelon thingies on my way down Armor Guy?"

[Scowling Dragon]

"Oh yeah. Sure. Their for your enjoyment"

You grab the head sized watermelon. Its VERY heavy. And sounds ripe. The melon immediately grows back.


Downstairs you see that the room is very small. Barely 15X15 feet.

Its just a counter, with a Skeleton manning the front. There appears to be nothing on the shelves at all expect for a few patched up bags.

The Skeleton looks simply ancient, almost crumbling. Its wearing a red....T shirt with a pointy stupid looking wizard hat with "Ask me what Im here for. Go on. Do it." written on it, and a golden bead necklace.

The Skeleton speaks with such disdain for every word it says, and utter HATE for everything around it.

"Welcome to Magies Kill me, may I Kill me take your Kill me order Please don't ask me what im here for"

BZZZZT the golden beads shock the Skeleton

A sound originates from the golden beads

"Asking Customers not to ask you what your here for"

"UGH!" Says the Skeleton

BZZZT They shock him again

"Talking Back

"JUST TAKE YOUR ORDER!"

BZZZZZZT

"Acting, Rude"

"Welcome to magies. Please what is your order?

[kestrel404]

The windling winces as the skeleton is tortured in front of her. "Well, you obviously pissed off the wrong spellcaster. How long have you been down here? Also, do you have a catalogue?"

[Scowling Dragon]

"YOU HAVE NO IDEA!"

Rudeness and Sarcasm detected

BZZZZT!

He smacks the catalogue onto the wooden desk with a HEAVY thud.

"How long have I been down here?"

He looks at the Beads

"82 years, 4 months 3 days, 4 hours, 2 minutes and 34 seconds at the PERIOD.

"I tried turning myself into a Lich. So I ...Borrowed"

"Lies"

BZZZZT

"I STOLE, ingredients from the tower. Over 200,000 worth. The ritual failed, and turned me into a immortal shell, and permanently removed all the magic from my system. Im incapable of casting even light. So this was the above guys ideas of how I could pay them back."

The empty eyes stare at you.

"Whats your budget. I give suggestions depending on budget."

[Deathkeeper]

Just...no. It's all I can say. Even kobolds, heck, even goblins have nicer torture and execution methods. And this isn't even torture, really, they're just too lazy to pay a someone for this job. Pointless. If you don't like a guy, kill him and be done with it. Heck, take all day if you want, but that's just nasty.

Spako doesn't say anything for this one, but he clearly doesn't enjoy being present for some poor sap's torture right in front of him.

[ChrisClark13]

Cale grabs his money sack as he snorts in contained laughter, he also slips the watermelon into his "Sack" of Holding. "I've got two-hundred and seventy gold here last time I counted, I'm mostly looking for trinkets, curiosities, and the like. But I think as a group we might be able to pile together at least a thousand gold for something a little more useful."

[shugyosha]

Servalynn

"I'm here to look. See what I might want to save up for, that sort of thing."

[Deathkeeper]

Okay, time to lie. No need to take everything for the team. Just don't tell them-

"I've got well over a thousand gold."

dammit, me!

[Scowling Dragon]

"Oh. Buying on the cheap-cheap. Got it"

He takes out a small bag from under the counter. From it piles a small pile of stuff much larger then what could realistically fit inside.

"Well we have Langauge Rings"

He takes a simple metal ring and slips it on his bony finger

"Qom chima dore moka lika tutota"

and then slips it off

"Allows you to talk in a specific language. This one is Chubian. Fifty a Ring."

He takes out a pair of gloves

"These gloves shoot nets that are attached by ropes to them. Can be used an unlimited times per day. 200"

He takes out a wooden stick with a button at the end

"This stick gains 150 pounds when the button is pressed. 500"

He takes out a belt

"This belt never runs out of money. Wear it for 24 hours and it spits out a silver a day. 100 golds"

He takes out a flaming sword from under the pile

"This sword only looks like its flaming. Yet it isn't. 200"

He takes out a large repeating crossbow

"This crossbow can be used by anybody. It confers proficiency to anybody who holds it"

He then proceeds to aim it at Cale

CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK

"And its.....unloaded"

No trying to kill customers


BZZZZZT!

"I WILL EAT YOUR FLESH!"

BZZZZT!

"I SHOULD HAVE RULED THE WORLDS ALL OF THEM!

BZZZT!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHGHGHHGH"

BZZZZZZZT!

"AAAAAAAAAUAAUAUUAUAUAUUAUAUAUAUAAGH"

"Sedating"

The beads glow red for a second

"I feel much better now"

Says the guy, now with a calmer voice

"And these Gloves clean themselves. Perfect for medical practice, or for those who constantly get dirty hands. 95 and a copper"

"And these gloves can transform into a loaded light Crossbow. Can also be enchanted. 800"

[ChrisClark13]

Cale scratches a chin, "How many of those infinite money belts have you got? And can a person wear multiples at a time?.. ah I'm just kidding. But you got one of those Language Rings in Draconic? Never did bother to actually learn it and everyone knows all the cool kids know Draconic."

[Scowling Dragon]

"Yes. We have them in common Draconic."

He says with a monotone and takes out a ring shaped like a Dragon eating its tail.

[Deathkeeper]

I'm tempted to tell him I could just teach him Draconic, but I don't think I could spend that much time alone with him.

Instead, he just says "I'll take that as a compliment."

[kestrel404]

Cadence pipes up. "I've got spells to handle language issues. Also scrolls. I don't think we need a ring, unless you're really interested in speaking to dragon kin - they probably don't even let you read the language. Some of the other stuff sounds good. That stick thing would be really handy for me, but I don't have the cash to buy it right now. Is it re-useable? I might come back for that."

[Scowling Dragon]

"How about you Sir Kobold. What would you want?"

"Yes the Stick is re-usable."

[Razorstorm]

The Professor shakes his head at the trivial magic items.

"What is your access policy on your library?"

[ChrisClark13]

Cale puts down 50 gold pieces, "I came here for trinket shopping and that's exactly what I'm going to buy." He picks up the ring and slips it on and, not trying to speak Draconic at this point though he might just be speaking in it anyways, asks another question. "Do you have any, like, magical items of dubious origin that may or may not be cursed and-or have impressive backstories connected to them?"

[Anyr]

Lindan had thought he'd enjoy browsing the shop for magical trinkets. He was wrong. Any pleasure to be found in this pursuit was quickly crushed, when the skeleton told its story. Looking as if he was about to be sick, Lindan quietly excused himself from the room. What sort of sadistic freaks ran this place? Whoever they were, they'd just lost themselves a customer. That wretched shop would never receive so much as a copper piece from Lindan.

[Deathkeeper]

Honestly, my whole moral compass is on loop in this situation. I'm just confused.

"Well, I guess the gloves sound rather useful if we need to subdue someone non-violently...which I don't know if we'd ever do...
I wonder if I could rig those up to a trap?
"How far do they shoot and how big are the nets?"

[Scowling Dragon]

The Professor shakes his head at the trivial magic items.

"What is your access policy on your library?"

"We have a Library? Huh. I guess they finally set it up."

"Let me check for some cursed things"

He takes out a large bag and roots inside of it. He takes out a thick throne from the inside and with a thud, places it on the desk

"This is the unholy throne of the Demon summoner Unctuah, who traveled the planets with his ships towed by demons. It is said that whomever sits on the throne gets unlimited power, and a free ice cream, but thats a lie. It just mind controls you into trying to kill everything and turns you into a half demon.

1000 gold pieces. As today we have a sale on cursed thrones"

"The nets shoot for a total of 50 feet. But work best at close range. The nets are pretty big I guess."

[kestrel404]

Cadence looks at the throne in curiosity. She actually looks like she's pondering the item on offer. "You could probably get around the mind control bit with a protection from evil spell. Though you might need a permanent item...no telling how long it would last. And being a half-demon is pretty cool...They have awesome looking wings..."

It is unclear if she's talking to anyone besides herself.

[Deathkeeper]

She's kidding, right? Tell me she's kidding.

"Not all half-demons have wings; some of them just have extra fingers or multiple tongues or just smell like ash. It's always kinda random. And I'll take the stupid gloves."

[Scowling Dragon]

"Sure. Also I think the Demon part was more artistic License. Its more "Turns you into a Qilppoth"

He hands you the gloves. They look dull blue, with a silver spider web pattern on them.

Crunch from the item:

A mesh of thin ropes cover these fine
leather gloves, gathering most thickly at the
knuckles and wrists. The ropes twitch and
writhe with the movement of the gloves’
wearer.
As a standard action you can throw
a net from the net launchers. This acts as a
standard net, which is always considered
properly folded and automatically has its
10-foot-long trailing rope connected to
your gloves. When you make an opposed
Strength check to limit the movements of
a creature entangled in your net, you gain
a +4 circumstance bonus. If you lose this
check, the net breaks and dissipates (leaving
your gloves unharmed). You may only have
one net in existence at a time and you may
dismiss an existing net as a swift action. Any
time a creature breaks or escapes your net, it
automatically dissipates (leaving you free to
make another net attack).
If you target an immobile inanimate
object with your net launchers, you may
make Strength checks with the +4 bonus to
resist being pulled further away from that
object.


"The command word to activate is Getoverhere"

and with that, both the gloves activate in the direction of the skeleton.

"And the command word to dissipate the rope is "Fatality" and thus the nets disappear.

[shugyosha]

Servalynn

"Good choice," she says to Spako, "That's what I would have chosen if I was in the market for something."

Turning back to the skeleton she asks, "What is your policy on buying items? Is there someone else I would need to see?"

[Scowling Dragon]

"No. Just m-"

"Sedation over"

"......It charmed me, didn't it?"

The Skeleton breathes out a deep breath. :smallsigh:

"There is nobody else you need to see. Please once you finish shopping. Just leave, Please."

[kestrel404]

Cadence wracks her brain for several seconds, trying to remember what a Qlippoth demon was. Then she snaps her finger as a light bulb appears over her head - litterally. It shines like a standard torch (if anyone is paying special attention, they notice that she quietly mumbles the incantation for dancing lights at the same time as she's snapping her fingers).

"Oh yeah, the Qlippoth are the ones that are famous for being spectacularly ugly, right? Wow, that really IS a cursed throne." She immediately loses interest in the object in question and goes over to Spako to admire his new gloves.

Just for fun, she attempts to activate them while he's trying them on - just to see if they can be remotely activated (some really badly enchanted magic items can be set of by your enemies - it's always good to know this in advance).

[Scowling Dragon]

They work. Trapping the Skeleton again.

"LEAVE!"

"Rudeness Detected"

BZZZZZT!

[shugyosha]

Servalynn

At first it was funny but the rudeness was beginning to irritate her. "So you are going to appraise anything we bring into sell? I'd really like to see someone else."

[Scowling Dragon]

"Well I would like to see something else except this room, but thats too bad!"

"Talking Back"

BZZZZT!

"NO I don't appraise the items! Talk to the secretary. She was a living plant the last time I knew"

[ChrisClark13]

Cale smirks. "Well, that's definitely a semi interesting cursed item you got there, but again lost all interest at the turning into a ugly demon part." He says the next part in Draconic "Thanks for the ring!" Then he switches back to Common, "So we go upstairs to talk to someone about Spelljamming Helms right?"

[Scowling Dragon]

"I. Don't. Know. I have been in this celler for almost a century. The wizards could be made of pure chocolate for all I know.

Just do what the secretary tells you. At least Im sure there is still one."

[Deathkeeper]

Huh. Should have thought of that. Oh well, not a huge waste.

Spako will dissipate the nets.
"Well, I'll have to be careful with them, but they should work fine if our opponents can't speak Common."

[kestrel404]

Cadence waves goodbye to the lich. "Bye now! Thanks for all the help! I'll be sure to ask the mages about ending your existence!"

Turning to her companions, she continues, "Yeah, there's a mage called Mack, or something. We can ask the armor upstairs where his office is."

The windling flies off, leading the way.

[Scowling Dragon]

You go up two flights of stairs and enter a room with a tall ceiling.

Its filled to the brim with different chairs. Some big, some small, some throne like others more like thin wooden stuff.

Different motifs. Bears, Demons, Stealth Bomber cockpits.

But you also see some more usual stuff.

Stuff you can identify as Gnome Helms, another stack of things as a furnace, another as a cauldron and one very peculiar thing. Its a Guitar shaped like an upside down V made of metal, attached by a chord to a large person sized cabinet, in fact TWO guitars like that. Where most cabinets would have drawers is instead a small slit, and a few buttons. Red, Blue, Green. Double green, and a bunch of buttons shaped like arrows.

Where the top part of the cabinet would usually have a large space to fit stuff is instead a 3X3 foot mirror.

You see above you a guy dressed in a hide dress flying above you reading a book.

"Hmess? Awe youa lookan to puwchas a hehm?

[Deathkeeper]

Apsu's Claws, not more weird accents!

"Uh, yeah. We're interested in procuring a helm, and we want to know what their price range is before we start planning the method of procuring funds. Since there's a big difference between getting a job for a few hundred gold and a job for a few thousand."

[Scowling Dragon]

"Wheh, dah standah wanas ah about wahnhandrad tausand. Dah Mahjor hems ah two hundrad an fifty tausand.

Buht weh have cheepah ones. Youh cahn take tat honeah for fee if you figuh out hoh it wowks"

He points to the wierd guitar one.

"Anah weh give awa gnomeah hems foh fee"

[Anyr]

Lindan rejoined the others as they left the shop. By this time he'd mostly regained his composure. The usual easy smile was back on his face, as if it had never left. He made no mention to anyone about the items they'd just purchased. Judging the moral implications of that wretched shop was a matter for the conscience of each individual who visited it.

[kestrel404]

Cadence blinks. She pauses. She looks at the 'spelljamming helm' in the shape of an instrument. Then she squeals and girates and whirls around it, making high pitched sounds that might be speech, if you had a hearing range the extended into the ultrasonic.

After a full minute of this, she turns to the salesman. "Can I try?!?"

[Scowling Dragon]

"Shuwah. Wan second"

He flies down and takes a golden coin from out of his pocket. He fits it in the slot.

1 Credit

Starts flashing on the mirror at the bottom in Red

"Imah noht shuwah wha too doo nextah"

[kestrel404]

The windling starts by casting 'alter self' and becoming an elf. Then, she grabs a scroll out of her bag and casts, "Play Instrument (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/p/play-instrument)" - immediately becoming familiar with the guitar-like object before her (at least for the next ten minutes).

Then she starts hitting the 'up' arrow on the box while holding the guitar and watching the box/mirror. If that fails to evoke a response, she presses some of the other buttons on the box.

[Scowling Dragon]

You accidentally hit the single green button.

"SINGLE PERFORMER!

Choose your song!"

Flashes onscreen

You see a list of songs with names you cannot Recognize.

Next to each one is a star. The farther down the list the more stars there are next to each one. The more stars the more red they become.

You choose one of the earlier songs titled "Digital love (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOngRDVtEQI)".

The second you choose it you gain a mental understanding of what notes your supposed to play. Like as if you know WHAT your supposed to play, but that doesn't exactly mean you DO know how to play.

As it happens a strange big headed version of you appears on a stage in the mirror to a roaring crowd of some kind of Robotic Golems.

Roll performance check.

[kestrel404]

Perform (Guitar Hero): [roll0]

Thanks to the divination spell cast from her scroll, the human-sized windling in fact does know how to use the strange device in her hands. Her confidence and aplomb with the strange device is a true sight to behold.

[Scowling Dragon]

No offense but why do you have a modifier of plus 17, when the total adds up too 14 usually and in this case 8. But whatever.

You totally ace the music, and as you ace it, music is heard for everybody else as well! Alongside with some strange singer and backup music.

As you perform, a bar at the right of the mirror fills up with red. And as it does so, the cabinet (Nailed to the floor) starts lifting up, ripping a chunk off the floor with it.

You gain a mental sensation like you FEEL the cabinet. Like your bodies are one and the same. And that you can direct it to fly in different directions and such.

"Incwedable! Ah musac powahed Hem!"

Says the Wizard.

"Weh.....A deahs a deahs. Juss leht me inpect it, ah yo cah kee it"

[kestrel404]

No offense but why do you have a modifier of plus 17, when the total adds up too 14 usually and in this case 8. But whatever.
OOC: In pathfinder, you get a +3 bonus to any class skill you have ranks in. It's why you don't get the normal 4x skills at 1st level in PF that you do in 3.5. Since the spell gives me a rank, and not a bonus, in the perform skill, and perform is a class skill for me, I get an extra +3 bonus.

Cadence keeps playing for as long as the machine allows her, or until her divination spell runs out (which coincides with the self alteration ending anyway). She find the feeling of being connected to this machine to be incredibly addictive - perhaps because it's music powered, perhaps because it can go really fast.

[Scowling Dragon]

Once the music ends the thing continues to hover in the air. But what you notice is that the bar starts going down. Quite slowly, yet still goes down.

"Inwcwedaba! Twuly Inwcwedaba!"

The Mages climbs on top of it and starts casting a bunch of divination, detection spells.

"Apawantlah, somah off its mechanicah, and anahah paht ih pionic pased


Woh anybodah hea happah to noh pionics?"
"

Apparently the thing supports his weight with no signs of difficulty.

OOC: Oh. Right. Sorry.

[Anyr]

That was Lindan's cue. With a showy flourish, he appeared out of thin air next to the strange device.

"I have some affinity with psionic power. Let me cast my practised eye over this contraption."

Though he was indeed a trained professional, he acted more like someone about to produce rabbits from a hat. In truth, he was just trying to avoid being upstaged by Cadence. The little Windling had displayed a startling array of talents lately, and was starting to make Lindan feel inadequate. He wasn't used to having such strong competition for the 'quirky, energetic youngster' role in a group. If something wasn't done soon, he was in serious danger of becoming her sidekick. Much as he liked Cadence (which he did (a lot)), he had no intention of playing second fiddle to her.

Lindan manifests 'Detect Psionics' and takes 10 on a Knowledge(Everything he's got) check (22 for all skills). Oh, and a 26 for Spellcraft, if it matters.

[Scowling Dragon]

You can detect that at its heart, its some form of Psionic crystal in the shape of a musical note. And the crystals permeate every part of the machine. Even the instruments have them embedded inside.

One interesting thing you discover, is that the inside contains OTHER musical instruments. A Drum, a Keyboard, and a.....thingy that looks like a ball on a hand held stick.

It could be possible to unlock them all from the machine, without damaging it if the correct key-word is spoken

Info for Anyr.

[Anyr]

"Hmm. Interesting. Iiiinnnteeerrressstiiiinng."

Lindan drew out every syllable with relish. He was going to milk this opportunity for all it was worth.

"It seems that there is much more to this device than meets the eye. Given sufficient study by yours truly, it may be possible to unlock its secrets."

Translation: "I have no idea what this thing is or how it works. Given sufficient stalling for time by spouting enigmatic gibberish, I may be able to figure it out before anyone catches on."

[Scowling Dragon]

"Yeths. Twuly. Intwesting."

You realize that he is in fact scanning YOU Lindan

"Wath ath you? Yoh ath notht ah hooman."

He charges up a ball of fire in his hands

"Andth I dothnt haveth the besth expehrience with pyionic hooman lookalkths


Thtep away fom hiim! Hi my try to eaht yoh brians!"
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