Mild Scribe

Does that mean taking place in real time?

Speaking of stonks I found that Starfinder has some : Oh but don't worry guys you can add your rank in an appropriate profession to bolster that roll. Which I guess means never get in a bar fight with your stock advisor as clearly they are level 15 and up.

Nazira "Naz" Amar Shaking her head at Pop's continued antics and their predictable immediate failure Nazira moved to the box. She'd moved many a box in her day and truth be told Nazira hated it. With a passion. There was something just so... inefficient... about kneeling up and down with a load like some primitive from the Days of Thunder. Still there was no obvious candidate for hauling she could shuffle it off too, unless the princeling caught a sudden fit of mannish chivalry. Dropping down Naz lifted with her knees gripping the box as tight against her core as possible while straining back to counterbalance the weight. Hoping not to topple over she grunted and began to move. It wasn't the longest she'd had to move something ever but neither was it short enough to be painless. Upon reaching the bridge and being informed to bring the box to the Moneylender's quarters she sighed slightly. "Oh yeah, no sweat," Nazira remarked, trying to keep her grunts as quiet as possible.

That moment when you realize the entire party has trash Str scores and you can't gracefully lob the burden off on someone else

Isn't the traditional answer getting the one to pay for the other?

Nazira "Naz" Amar "It would probably be better for Popsicle at least," Naz added rather dourly, "If we all agree to keep an eye on him," She had litle to add on the Tarto's other old salt griping. Was there a difference between a cult and a church aside from size and public recognition? She supposed from a certain perspective she might be in cult, even if it was one devoted to one of the eldest and most important divinities. "To the original question, I had a halfling quartermaster once that told 'Naz my girl first impressions are the worst impressions' meaning you can't get to know someone that fast. Like I've managed to apply stuff I've been doing since I was twelve today, but there's so much I have yet to learn tomorrow I may be useless." Nazira's voice lost some of its usual confidence as she spoke. "Err... sorrry that was a bit gloomy. You're all great really, I just hate being put on the spot for this sort of thing."

You're welcome seeing as when I started there were none. ;)

I might pick up minor gear with but I think I've covered the important items. And... ah crap I had a little blurb in the third post on NPCs that didn't get saved, type that again in the morning.

This should be all set I think? I'm don't know Starfinder like the back of my hand but I think I have everything. One Note: Archetype has two choices present and that will depend on which (if any) role Blue get accepted on the crew for.

Nazira "Naz" Amar "Guess I'll just have to find out, but since magic clearly works in or out I think I can get by," That was true enough, if anything working magic in such circumstances could almost be called a Mystaran ideal. The goddess was magic, at least in the Realms, and thus deserved certain respect but that was not the whole of the theology and to (respectfully) work magic of your own will was esteemed more then slavishly devoting yourself to the goddess in the hopes of being given it in return. Still something to look into, proper theological musing was not Nazira's strong suit but someone here should be versed in the matter. Seeing things wrap up Nazira rose and made ready to leave, with one parting mention to Popsicle, "Well time to go, I'll see you around Pop. Whatever you're thinking about my amulet I'd reconsider, I don't value mere things but this one came from my father. It disappears I will be finding it yes? We all saw on the boat earlier, you can do much better for yourself then with petty theft you know? Apply yourself in a place like this and you'll find you can buy a thousand old pieces of silver soon enough" With that Nazira headed out, hoping her words had seen off any immediate mischief. Though if not well, it wouldn't be the first time she'd knocked heads. Naz fixed problems for herself. ~~|*|~~ Out in the open air of the Sky Dock Nazira smiled, this air was familiar to her and reminded her that home wasn't yet all that far away, the site of the busy dock and aerial vessels was both familiar and strange at once. As the gnomes chattered Naz wondered how widespread their attitude really was. In her experience for everything there was a right way, a wrong way, and then there was how you were actually doing it because the quartermaster or captain said so and was about to keel haul anyone that said otherwise. Books and procedures were all well and good but not everyone had a feel for them especially in the moment. Still it couldn't hurt to give them a read over when they had time. Making her way over to Yahs Nazira helped pick up a few of the books from the avalanche. "Mind if I hold on to a few?" Naz asked the plasmoid quietly not wanting to distract from the instructors theatrical routine. "So what does Fleet Procedure have us doing next?"

Nazira "Naz" Amar Nazira gave the penguin a friendly nod as he waddled up. He seemed calmer and a bit better off and that was good. As for what he said now that was interesting. A voice when she had used her powers? She hadn't heard that. "Well I can tell you part of what happened, I healed your injuries. It's a blessing a magic some people can learn when they're really devoted to something like a god, mine is still pretty weak but it can take away some pain or keep you alive. It's like what clerics do when they pray to the gods but also not. I can't really say explain it though someone in this school probably can." Pausing for breath Naz allowed herself a frown. As she continued she pulled an eight pointed star on the end of a chain from her bodice. It was silver but tarnished and a little bent from use "In my case I gained that magic through my love of well... magic. I grew up around wizards you see. Lots of wizards. I've always loved watching what they can do. Never much good myself though, we all have out weaknesses. And here in the Realms magic has a name: Mystra. The Thrice-Bourne, the Lady of Magic, the One Who Is Magic. She's got a lot of names because lots of people like her, but you can just call her Mystra. Perhaps that's who you heard. Did the voice sound like wit was coming from the same place my healing was?" Naz wasn't entirely sure about that idea. Everyone knew Mystra's favorites were all wizards, masters of magic not mere dabblers and admirers like Naz. Perhaps Popsicle here had the makings of one, or perhaps something else was at play.

[NPC & OTHER RELATIONS] EJ Corp: Blue owes the company her life but there's little love lost there since they charged her "appropriately" for every bit of assistance. She isn't precisely resentful of this, as her previous iteration was very much at fault for the crash, but considers Evgeniya-Jaimisson no more then a temporary stopover. Shan: Blue owes the Brenneri a great personal debt since it was Shan who recovered Blue past life journal from the crash wreckage. During Blue's time on Entha they became friends and drinking buddies. She appreciates the Brenneri's passion for helping others, but worries it will get her into trouble some day. Six: The common moniker for Blue's prior iteration, Six was an independent starship captain and a rare outgoing and charismatic android. Which seems to have given her a particular propensity for getting into trouble. A life of jilted lovers, unpaid bar tabs, and swashbuckling hijinks fascinates Blue to read about and know what sort of life she once lived, but cleaning up the mess has dampened any desire to repeat that. As the most recent iteration before Blue she still runs into people that knew Six and recognize the iterations shared face. Other Past Lives: Blue is still getting to know her more distant iterations through their sections of the journal. Some lived better lives and some worse, all of them seem to have spent considerable time on starships often pilots but sometimes in other roles. Blue has records of all their lives but wonders about what might not have survived in the record either being lost in the endless series or copies and backups or simply not recorded by her prior iterations.

[PERFOMANCE SUMMARY] HP: 9 ST: 8 RES:5 EAC: 14 KAC: 15 [ABILITIES] Str: 17 Dex: 18 Con: 17 Int: 18 Wis: 13 Cha: 12 Fort: +3 Ref: +4 Will: +3 [SKILLS] Computer +8, Culture +8, Engineering +8, Mysticism +5, Perception +5, Ph. Science +8, Piloting +9, Profession (musician) +5 [ANDROID] Constructed, Flat Affect Infosphere Integration, Upgrade Slot [FEATS] Skill SynergyAdd Culture and Perception as Class Skills, [SPELLS] Level 0: Detect Magic, Holographic Interface, Omnitool, Token Spell Level 1: Comprehend Languages, Magic Missile [GEAR] Datajack Explorer Series MicropadComputer: Tier I, Mini II, Range II, Self-Charging Variable String Resonator "V-taur"Musical Instrument (Basic) resembling a guitar mixed with a magical staff capable of electronically reproducing a wide array of musical sounds. Toolkits: Engineering, Hacking, Musical Azimuth Laser Pistol Tactical Baton Stationwear Flight Suit Spare Battery CREDITS: 5 remaining [JOURNAL] Not a literal journal but a personal data archive of simple text files and occaisonal other media scribed by Blue's previous six lives. It is a deeply personal record, light on larger galactic history but heavy on personal impressions of places and people across known space. Of generally little interest to anyone except Blue who never gets tired of reading of her prior iterations in her spare time. Blue as her predecessors did routinely creates back ups in the Infosphere or other archival sources incase something happens to her own copies. [Secure Data: Specific]

[Vital Data Summary] DESIGNATION: Series #20XX-B Mark VII NAME: Blue Seven RACE: Android FACSIMILE: Humanoid F-Type IDENTITY: Female CLASS: Technomancer ARCHETYPE: Racer / Data Jockey THEME: Ace Pilot ROLE: Pilot / Science Officer CONCEPT: Old Body, New Life BACKGROUND: Terraformer . [DESCRIPTION] As an android Blue is of ancient manufacture but remains eternally in the form of a young human woman of not quite twenty standard years. Most can identify her properly from the gleaming golden circuits of her eye units and the junctures at the back of her neck. Other circuit lines are prominent down her spine and on her extremities, while others activate when she is jacked into a system or using magic. Exceptionally athletic her body is lean and toned, though periodically marked by the occasional scar from injuries Blue does not remember. Though her body may be ancient Blue herself has just passed two years since her last renewal following a starship crash on the planet Entha and is still figuring out things about herself. Officially each android that undergoes renewal becomes a new person with a new soul but Blue and the iterations before her have always disagreed with this orthodox, viewing renewal as a regeneration of the soul that allows it to take on new perspectives. As such Blue feels uncommonly connected to her prior iterations, particularly the mistakes her immediate predecessor Six made that resulted in her death. Thus Blue has become a very serious, studious, and cautious person, detail oriented and rather happy to hide beneath the 'emotionless android' stereotype. Or at least on the surface. In the privacy of her own time and space she has several infosphere idents that are considerably more outgoing. While androids are born mature Blue is still young enough that much of the universe is a wonder to her and she enjoys trying and learning new things immensely. She has a deep love of music, an extensive collection, and is even a fair hand at it herself. And while Blue never laughs in public she is fast becoming infamous for her deadpan serious humor, routine noting that those who do not make the departure time will be incinerated by engine exhaust. [HISTORY] Blue is not her name. If the android who answers to it had a proper name it would be 20XX-B an unknown manufacturer number stamped into her hide centuries ago. Which manufacturer cannot be determined for while Blue herself is only two years old 20XX-B has a history running clear back to the Gap and has undergone the process of renewal seven times. She has been a free android, a slave, a revolutionary, a successful trader, a mercenary and more. Blue does not remember this directly, but each iteration of herself has kept a journal of their life to pass on to their descendants. Blue Seven's life so far has been strongly shaped by her immediate predecessor. An independent starship captain Six worked the scattered drift lanes of the Vast. Six filled the diary with planets and people they 'docked' with, from the Pact Worlds to the Azlanti Star Empire. Yet if Six had a passion for adventure and passionate living, she had rather less of a head for business. Not that running cargoes for people who needed them faster or to more dangerous locales wasn't lucrative, the repairs this entailed and Six's own propensity for cause trouble led to the ship slowly bleeding money. Repairs and maintenance were put off, then put off again, crew left and by the end only small not remained while Six had integrated herself into many systems to replace crew she could no longer afford to pay. Towards the end she took steady work hauling supplies to Entha for the EJ corporation, unglamorous work but slowly getting the ship in order. Until the day something went wrong in the upper atmosphere. Six went down with her ship and did not survive. Blue was born in the EJ corporate infirmary on Entha. Renewal is a complicated process for androids, ideally a voluntary process done in a safe setting and preceded by considerable preparation. In the aftermath of a starship crash was rather far from that. Many androids leave something for their successors and Six like the others before her had not been entirely remiss in this, yet there was also the matter of a lost starship and cargo undelivered. The insurance was current but between damages, depreciation, and assorted legal wrangling the young Blue had little left when it was all done. So Blue came to work for the EJ corporation terraforming operation on Entha until she could recertify certain credentials. Finally after two years she has the BD514 as her first real gig of her new life.

Nazira "Naz" Amar Nazira made her way to the observation gallery eyes wide. She took a seat as close to the lecture as she could and listen with rapt attention, leaning forward to the edge. Just how amazing was magic? Flying through the stars, ahh she couldn't wait. If only she'd been born with more in the way of magical talent she might be down there in the orrery. Listening to the lecture Nazira kept in mind the contrast with vessels familiar to her. Her last ship had been a skyship and the Amar family had something of a family trade of them. She could see why 'spelljamming' had never caught on with her people though. Few enough saw need to travel in the first place, for all the fame and awe their skyships inspired Naz's people were isolationists who rarely left home. And while their famed skyships were the work of wizards, were maintained by magewrights, and for one to be owned by a 'lesser' without magical talents was unheard of, but they did not need a caster's intervention to soar and sail. No doubt they'd regard time away from their studies merely to convey themselves as far too akin to being a horse tied to a cart. Well no matter. At least one Halruaan had been an exception to that, and if Naz had her way with Mystra's blessing before too long she would make that two.

Nazira "Naz" Amar Louis didn't rise to Naz's goading but seemed to lose interest even more. Well that was a bit disappointing, the quick little goblin seemed like he could provide a nice match, she'd have to get him some other time. "Uh thanks," Naz said to the instructor as hands her a rather dubious reward. A potion not merely a drink it seemed, interesting but probably not for right now. It wasn't that she thought it was harmful or ill made, but she had seen her cousins trying out enlarging potions only to discover the effect didn't include clothing before it made you fifty feet tall. Watching the dohwar go after their little match Nazira sighed. The bird really didn't do too badly here and there, if only he could focus that a little more. As they fished out Popsicle she walked up and helped haul him out by his flippers. As Naz did her hands briefly glowed with a faint blue light and Pop would feel a cool rush of magic course through as his wounds were healed. "Good try Pop, you know if you calmed down a bit you'd probably do better. Everyone has to run their own race before they can run it against anyone else." With that she left the bird and return to the group, a few were rather beaten up but Naz was no cleric and her gifts at healing were at best still token measures like she'd used on Popsicle. "Maybe something a little calmer for our next stop? I'd like to at least see what this Nexus business is about if I can before they slap us with loading boxes on the dock." OOC Using Lay on Hands healing Popsicle for 5 HP

Nazira "Naz" Amar Seeing the tie score Naz allowed herself a small chuckle, she was standing out again it seemed. As she doffed her own weapons and picked up the unusual staff Naz spoke a few words and a glimmer of magic encased her briefly. Now ready she stepped in the ring. Sadly her opponent if quick seemed a bit lacking in enthusiasm and Nazira easily side stepped his wide strike. "That's too bad, I've always preferred a live opponent especially for a friendly match," Nazira said in a teasing tone "If you can't muster up anything I'm afraid I'm just gonna have to draw this out though." With that Nazira swung the staff across her shoulders and stepped to the side begining a dance around the ring, not attacking but daring Louis to chase her about the ring, darting in a new direction if he closed in. A dangerous game in the close space of the ring, if either of them made a misstep it momentum could carry them out of the ring. HP: 12/12 AC: 1613 Mage Armor +3 Dexterity [No Shield] OOC Before Match: Cast Mage Armor Action: Constested Acrobatics for a ring out.

Shhh time for a pon farr challenge rite. Anyways folks expect my post sometime next afternoon.

Well looks like I don't need any Inspiration and.... oh my do we have a tie score

Nazira "Naz" Amar Naz showed no signs of embarrassment and kept a face of studied disinterest as she stripped down to her off white skivvies and pulled on her new uniform, only fumbling slightly at the new buttons in new places. A curious onlooker might note an odd mark perched atop her left shoulder, a tattoo in some swirling abstract shape maybe, but this one shimmered ever so faintly and while the touch of magic was obvious those skilled in arcane knowledge might note that it didn't quite match any form of magic marking seen in the Realms. Once dressed Naz looked herself over wondering how they'd gotten the fit down. Magic? Probably. She hadn't worn spellcloth in a long time, once the clothes she'd run away from home in had gone. As they made their way through the bowels of the academy she did her best to avoid drawing any comment on the shiny new outfit by keep her eyes forward an purposeful. "Oh yeah, no sweat, right guys?" she remarked wryly on the challenges laid out before them. While others went Nazira studied each challenge briefly. She done a few things like this before, swinging between skyships over the Bay of Taertal back home had been especially fun, at least until you went falling down into the water just close enough below to save you. Really much at the academy was familiar to Naz, it seemed sailing the stars involved much akin to what she'd already spent years of her life doing. What she'd still be doing if not for the mark upon her arm and the revelations that had come with it. Somewhere out there was where her mother had come from, and somewhere out there still her father might still be alive. Thinking of that the mark stirred on her arm, though likely not visible through the sleeve of her uniform. Actually that might be of help with some of this come to think of it. Naz was quick and nimble enough and her body well condition from her experiences but a varied challenge like this would test that. Stepping up Nazira stretched and readied herself "Alright, maximum effort," With that Naz took off at her best speed through the first obstacle. That seemed the key to first struggle and she trusting an adolescence of scrambling over decks now not later to carry her through. At the second challenge Nazira lowered her speed as her eyes narrowed in concentration. Ever since her mark had come she'd felt a special affinity for the wind, storms, and moving things and while not quite a heaving deck in a late summer blow the moving platforms had all those elements. And if she took a tumble well Naz discovered shocks of thunder had little effect on her. Once past Naz grabbed the line with vigor and let out a mighty yell as she swung. Not that she expected mere objects to be intimidated but it made her happy and focused her efforts to swing from side to side as far from the spinning bludgeons as she could. Coming to land before the final pole Nazira eyed the conscious covering. Well nobody had said she had to wrestle the plasmoid did they? Just climb the pole? "Your pardons sir could you please move?" Naz said with exaggerated politeness and a short bow, before suddenly thrusting her palm forward and speaking an arcane word. A great rush of air suddenly buffeted the pillar, rippling the ruby plasmic embracing it. At the center of the burst a bit of bare column appeared... and just as quickly disappeared as the plamoid defender of the pole rallied. Well her magical abilities had grown quite a bit Naz clearly had a ways more to go. With that she vaulted up the pole. "Hard way it is then." Finally a rather slimier half-elf then had started the challenge made her way to its end. OOC Results: - 4 Successes - Total Score: 23

Worth a shot, post inbound soon.

Would it be cheating to cast Gust on Ruby the Lubey and attempt to move him 5 feet away from the pole?

Nazira "Naz" Amar Nazira sword slid back into its sheath, blessedly unused even on the back end. As she did Naz directed a cool steady gaze towards the moon-elf. She'd seen her remark draw blood even if sword had not. Well that had been the entire point of the remark, get the source of the trouble to redirect their attentions away from her rather more excitable classmates. Of course now she'd have to make a point of following up lest she come in one day to find her sheet's soaked in goat's blood or some such petty revenge. "Aye aye sir," she said simply to the order to the gym. She supposed she could object she'd shown up too late to be any real part of things but no matter. "Everyone, shall we?"

I maybe had some interest in asking if he had any Finesse weapons. Pistol and sword is classic but unexceptional for paladins and I already have ranged options. Nothing to worry about the extra item isn't important. Might take the chainsword just as a tool and/or lols.

So uhh no more then 80 XP then?