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Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

@mattmanganon

Will Captain Crasse be answering Vanovar's question soon? There were other things I wanted to do on the Revenge before Sunday.

Fabula Ultima: JRPG Adventures

"I don't care if you join us or not, just decide quick," Miloh grunted at the new arrivals.

"Now now, Miloh." Grandfather Trafalgar gently admonished the lad. "I know you are eager to get some food, but that is no reason to be unkind to fellow travelers."

“Well, it has been a while since I saw any food.” The young man who had approached them replied. He then paused a moment to glance at his companion in a way that seemed like he was wondering something, before returning his focus to the conversation. “We’ll come!”

"Wonderful!" The old storyteller exclaimed joyously before sniffing the air once more. "The scent is getting stronger now. We shouldn't have much further to go." With that said, Grandfather Trafalgar led the way as he continued to follow his nose to the source of the scent.

“Giant bats, huh? Bonding ritual, you say?” The young man spoke up again.

"Indeed." Grandfather Trafalgar confirmed. "The giant fruit bats that nest in the ruins beneath Nimbuston are half the reason the island's Batrider militia have achieved as much renown as they have. They are a sturdy and robust species, well suited to a wide variety of missions. Especially the pacification expeditions to the Flying Mountains for which the militia is particularly known for. The other half of the secret to this success stems from the rite that will happen today. A strong bond between bat and rider can mean the difference between glorious success and disastrous failure, and these bonds only grow stronger with the passage of time. And so Nimbuston's particular rite of passage was put into practice to ensure that the children of the island bonded with a bat as early as possible."

Just as he finished speaking, Grandfather Trafalgar turned a corner and caught sight of their destination. "Here we are!" The old man declared as he advanced on the food stall.

"Right! How much ya buyin' today, y'all?" The stall vendor asked with a grin on her face and a twirling meat cleaver in her hand.

Grandfather Trafalgar returned the grin and presented the Zenit that he had earned from his storytelling. "We will take as much food and drink as this can afford us." The Ćororo elder said. Once the order had been placed and the vendor set about preparing the food, Grandfather Trafalgar turned to introduce himself to the new arrivals. Only to find that they were no longer present. "What the...?" He asked in confusion as he looked around.Between old age dulling his sense of hearing and how the young man speaking so softly when he had split off, Grandfather Trafalgar hadn't heard the young man's words. And so he hadn't realized that the two new arrivals were gone until he'd looked behind him.

Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

"I have a question, Captain Crasse." Vanovar spoke up, his voice smooth and sonorous. "These few survivors, did they mention anything that might hint at what we should expect from our prey? Whether they are merely the standard fare provided by pirates and Rebels or if we should expect something more?"

Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

Remember if you want information on any given situation, you can post your character guessing, or you can also try to make a roll to see if your character knows more or can get more information on any given situation.

@mattmanganon

What would a roll of 16 on a Common Knowledge (Galactic Lore) check tell Vanovar about Hasiki?

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

Upon learning what the task was, Jenk set aside all items that he didn't want getting wet and then dived into the water with the Holy Pitchfork of Fouston in hand. This hadn't been the first time Jenk had gone fishing like this. The magic scale was a first, but everything aside from that was nothing new to him. Gathering fish from any available body of water for the cult's pantry was one of Jenk's favorite jobs back home. Mainly because the Holy Pitchfork of Fouston made things a lot easier. Fish tended to flee whenever something approached too close, so a lot of the difficulty of fishing came from getting close enough to actually catch the fish. But thanks to the Holy Pitchfork, Jenk had no need to approach the fish. All the goblin had to do was thrust the Holy Pitchfork's prongs at the fish and they would be skewered by the relic's divine power. And so it wasn't long before a cloud of red formed in the area where Jenk was hunting. A phenomenon that was shortly followed by a steady stream of impaled fish corpses floating up to the surface.

OOC

Jenk attempts to catch some fish by skewering them with Phase Bolts. Jenk Rolls a 12 at first, but spends a hero point to re-roll for a 24 instead.

Fabula Ultima: JRPG Adventures

”Excuse me, but we seem to have wandered into this town by… accident. Might you be so friendly as to tell us where we are, and what’s going on?”

Grandfather Trafalgar turned to regard the speaker and his companion with a friendly smile. "Of course, friend." The old man happily obliged. "You stand currently upon the island of Nimbuston, which floats within the Cell of Everwing. Nimbuston is famed for its Batriders, who bond with their mounts from an early age. Today is the day of the Four Winds Festival. And a part of these festivities is a rite of passage undertaken by any child considered old enough to be ready to bond with their bat. The rite consists of entering the ancient ruins in which the giant bats make their nest, befriending one of them, and then riding them back up to the town."

Grandfather Trafalgar paused a moment to sniff the air then, before turning back to his fellow travelers. "If you have only just arrived here I'm willing to bet you're hungry from your journey." The storyteller surmised. "My companion and I are on the scent of a particularly promising morsel. Why not join us? If you have lost your bearings, I can think of no finer way in which to help you regain them than over a nice meal."

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

Fyodor Strelnikov

"And from what I've heard, the deities of Tir na Og are some of the more... personable ones, for lack of a better word. They're not actively malevolent or destructive, but they're not overly righteous either. They're not as desperate to impose their will on mortals as some other deities are. They're just there. They're existing, like the rest of us. I think we need more deities like that."

This, more than any other of Ulgad's reasons, struck a chord with Fyodor. He thought of the gods of his homeland. Of the Morninglord, who hadn't answered a prayer in over three hundred years. Of Mother Night, who had forsaken his people and cursed their land for the offences of ancestors centuries dead. How different a place would the land Fyodor had left behind be were its gods like those of the Celtic pantheon?

"I can imagine the advantages." Fyodor said in response to both Ulgad's words and his own mind's question. Fyodor took another sip of wine. As he drank, his mind posed another question. Though Fyodor had no reason to doubt the truth of any answer Ulgad had given, did the gnoll decide to omit a reason or two? He did decide to join the expedition right after hearing that Fyodor had been assigned to it after all. Fyodor didn't bother voicing the question though. Even if his hunch was correct, whether or not Ulgad was keeping a reason secret didn't really matter. Helping those who had been affected by the disappearance was what mattered.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Brutrumukk

"I think me eyesight's good enough to count as that." Brutrumukk said. "An' if it ain't, Alley-Ya's lookin' fer the cat as well. If I just follow 'er, all should be well."

Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

Vanovar Pythis stood alongside the rest of his newfound teammates with just as much composed professionalism as the rest of them. Though the more insightful people in the room might also have noticed that there was a hint of something else to his demeanor that was reminiscent of a hungry customer at a dining establishment waiting for someone from the waitstaff to come and take his order. Vanovar wore the uniform of High Inquisitor Jerec's branch of the Inquisitorius and the organization's signature lightsaber hung from his belt. Hair as black as the void framed his face, stopping just above his shoulders. Any who gazed upon Vanovar's visage would be quick to call him handsome. The only flaw to it that someone looking for something to criticize would find being his nose, bulbous in shape with flared nostrils, though it would take some creative critique for any such barbs to land effectively.

Vanovar had been impressed by what he had seen of the Revenge thus far. Something that hardly came as a shock to him. The people of the galaxy always seemed to come up with their most impressive works whenever he was at his least attentive of such things. The highlight of Vanovar's explorations prior to receiving the captain's summons had definitely been the ship's holding cells. Though they contained no prisoners just yet, Vanovar knew the cells wouldn't stay empty for long. Nor would they stay full for long either. Not with him on board.

While he had already developed some opinions regarding the vessel, Vanovar had yet to form any attitudes towards the rest of the commando team he was a part of now. Aside from Reanar, that is. Vanovar didn't think too highly of the noisy corporal. Although the fact that he'd been thinking the same thing as Vanovar in terms of questions was at the very least half a point in the sniper's favor.

Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid

I'll have something up within the next 24 hours.