[GA] Consequences

Exe · Post by **Exe** » Tue May 28, 2024 10:47 pm

Perception: 1d100: [48] = 48 /42%
JiC: 1d20: [12] = 12 / 1d100: [60] = 60

Conditions: Sense Rifts [110 miles] | Sense Dimensional Vortex | Res to Cold/Fire (1/2) | Bio-Regen 1d6*5/min | Sixth Sense [Inactive] |

Skills:
Streetwise: 1d100: [3] = 3 /55%-12%=33% (Required Roll)
Prowl: 1d100: [37] = 37 /66% (Not be noticed by the trio of destroyers)

Post:

Elvin wrote:"Once we're safely out of this place and on to the next planet, I can keep my ears listening for any mention of Ley Lines; near or far." ... "What kind of things can you summon, anyway? Are we talking rabbits out of your hat or something else? What about unsummoning? You know, teleporting from one spot to another?"

Exe nods appreciatively. "Thank you." Exe lets himself lower to the ground and stands. "Well, let me introduce you to Matthew. I summoned him for aid." Exe says, beginning to walk back to his quarters, with Elvin hopefully in tow. "Matthew is an Earthly Spirit of Light." Exe discloses, shrugging and continuing to talk. "I try to stay away from demons and deevils in my attempts. And I've taken an interest in elemental and ethereal types." Exe continues. "Summoning can be deadly if the summoned wants to kill the summoner. I like pacts." Exe adds as he arrives at his door and opens it.

Elvin now gets a big wiff of bird as the giant (11ft) Lightning Eagle untucks its beak from its wing and looks towards the two of them. Sitting in the corner on a single pillow is a man wearing robes who doesn't appear to open his eyes. "Elvin. This is Corus, my Lightning Eagle buddy. And Matthew. I call him Sandshrew sometimes." Exe introduces them, which prompts Matthew to stand and address Elvin.

"Hello." Matthew says simply, his hands placed just above his waistline, one on top the other.

"He's not a talker. But you asked what I can summon." Exe finishes.

If Exe catches Metri gathering Refreshments and heading outside, Exe will look to Elvin. "Something's up outside? Gonna follow him. Matthew, Corus. Stay here but be ready." Exe says and hopefully follows and eavesdrops on the conversation happening at the ramp.

Joan Echo · Post by **Joan Echo** » Tue Jun 04, 2024 3:05 pm

Perception (33%) 1d100<33: [74] = 0
JiC 1d20: [20] = 20 / 1d100: [7] = 7

Armor
Splugorth Talisman of Armor of Ithan (activated twice) 100/100
Teal bowling shirt
Cargo shorts
Action sandals
HPC bracelet

Weapons
Magical clubs with the Rings of Sha Los (2)

Effects and skills
Streetwise (33%) 1d100<33: [63] = 0
Seduction (31%) 1d100<31: [57] = 0

The Wandering God follows his teammates to greet the three strangers outside the ship. He instinctively senses something off about them. Then again, with the circles Juan has been running in these days, distinctly powerful is not that abnormal. Jonny, maybe you should be careful with these guys, they seem more dangerous than your average urqos. But they are definitely urqos. So Juan follows Metri's lead and does what he think his sister would do in her capacity as the Goddess of Hospitality, despite having heard just now what she would think in these circumstances.

Seductive Urqos wrote:"Oh come now, are some minor pleasantries really so onerous? Thank you, little one. I don’t suppose you have anything stronger to drink?"

Sage Metri wrote: ↑Thu May 23, 2024 11:43 am"None I have with me, hmm."

"I have something!" Juan shouts dashing back to his quarters to find an old energy canister containing some questionable grade moonshine*. He practically flies back, skidding to a stop at the entrance to the ship as smoothly as possible, so not at all.

He gently tosses the cannister at the woman and gives her a wink, "Nectar of the gods." He cocks his thumb at himself, "This god."

Bossy Urqos wrote:"The item we are talking about is ancient... We have delivered the message. If you have no answer for us, that too is an answer. Either way we must be going."

Sage Metri wrote: ↑Thu May 23, 2024 11:43 am"Best, it would be. If help us, help you. Tell us can you, more about you and your situation, hmm?"

Juan puts his hand on the little yhabbayar's shoulder. Those urqos didn't come to help... "More importantly, if you knew that Urqos Haad had the relic, why didn't you stop her from using it multiple times? "

After the trio leave, Draggor suggests a strong course of action, and Juan agrees.

Draggor wrote: ↑Tue May 28, 2024 9:39 pm"If those three know of us, others will too. Need new destination. Or use Time Relic. Can't stay here."

"Yes, I think it is time to use the relic and undo our mistakes. Delaying any longer will have just as dire consequences as the ones we are trying to prevent."

* Said moonshine was produced en route to Axis 5. Though the dice rolls have disappeared, I want to say that the first roll passed but the second failed.

Ghast · Post by **Ghast** » Tue Jun 04, 2024 5:34 pm

((Rolls Carried Over))

Draggor wrote:"WE DON'T TRUST THEM!" and after a pause, posits a theory, "Mort Fingerling pops up all over three galaxies, no record of transport. Space relic?"

"Possibly, hell more of a theory than we've had, but we also don't know if the two of them are working together. Which if these are to be trusted, is an unlikely case."

Once the visitors have left, Ghast makes his way back onto the ship. Finding a seat in the common area.

Draggor wrote:"How to learn more of these? Metri's shared memory... about elemental relics. These two, more powerful. Try to acquire space relic too?"

Ghast shakes his head. "Seems an ill-advised idea. But I am known to have many of those, so maybe it isn't the worst idea." Ghast responds.

Draggor wrote:"If those three know of us, others will too. Need new destination. Or use Time Relic. Can't stay here."

Ghast nods. "Somehow we are being tracked, so I doubt hiding is an option for too long. Other than some minor details I paid for, I don't think we're going to find much more info. Maybe it is high time we take this 'Future' knowledge and go back to make it right." Ghast says in agreement with Draggor.

Elvin · Post by **Elvin** » Wed Jun 05, 2024 6:17 pm

JIC: 1d20: [8] = 8 , 1d100: [89] = 89
Perception: 43% / 1d100: [100] = 100 (EPIC FAIL)

Conditions: Cloaking

Exe wrote: ↑Tue May 28, 2024 10:47 pm Exe nods appreciatively. "Thank you." Exe lets himself lower to the ground and stands. "Well, let me introduce you to Matthew. I summoned him for aid." Exe says, beginning to walk back to his quarters, with Elvin hopefully in tow. "Matthew is an Earthly Spirit of Light." Exe discloses, shrugging and continuing to talk. "I try to stay away from demons and deevils in my attempts. And I've taken an interest in elemental and ethereal types." Exe continues. "Summoning can be deadly if the summoned wants to kill the summoner. I like pacts." Exe adds as he arrives at his door and opens it.

Elvin now gets a big wiff of bird as the giant (11ft) Lightning Eagle untucks its beak from its wing and looks towards the two of them. Sitting in the corner on a single pillow is a man wearing robes who doesn't appear to open his eyes. "Elvin. This is Corus, my Lightning Eagle buddy. And Matthew. I call him Sandshrew sometimes." Exe introduces them, which prompts Matthew to stand and address Elvin.

"Hello." Matthew says simply, his hands placed just above his waistline, one on top the other.

"He's not a talker. But you asked what I can summon." Exe finishes.

Elvin's eyes narrow a fraction as Exe introduced his heavenly minion.

Earthly Spirit of Light? The terminology is unfamiliar, but he knew enough of the implications that it sends a little shiver down his spine.

Could this… Earthly Spirit see through my carefully crafted facade? Does it know I'm actually a notorious intergalactic thief?

Elvin's hand instinctively reaches into a pocket, from which he can extract a weapon through his dimensional tricks. No intent is in his mind, it's just a nervous habit whenever he felt a little exposed. He greets the spirit creature with a practiced bow, his face one of smooth feigned innocence.

"Well, well," Elvin says invitingly, his voice dripping with forced cheer, "a pleasure to meet you, Matthew. Lovely wings you have there. Very… shiny." He keeps his gaze politely averted, as his gaze darts towards the beings pockets, if it has any. I wonder what it's got in it's pockets? Gold I'll wager. Beings of light are big on gold.

Exe wrote: ↑Tue May 28, 2024 10:47 pm Elvin now gets a big wiff of bird as the giant (11ft) Lightning Eagle untucks its beak from its wing and looks towards the two of them. Sitting in the corner on a single pillow is a man wearing robes who doesn't appear to open his eyes. "Elvin. This is Corus, my Lightning Eagle buddy. And Matthew. I call him Sandshrew sometimes." Exe introduces them, which prompts Matthew to stand and address Elvin.

GAH!

Elvin's carefully practiced bow dissolves into a bit of a cringe. His hand, still nestled in his dimensional pocket, clenches into a fist. This is getting out of hand. Way, way out of hand. Why can't the boy waste his days with computer games or even play-by-post gaming instead of mingling with these sorts of creatures?!

He stammers out a greeting, his voice hesitant. "L-Lightning Eagle, you say? Very… impressive. Quite the… uh… wingspan."

Elvin tries not to feel like a particularly plump insect under the eyes of Corus.

This whole "summoning" business is starting to sound a lot less appealing and a lot more like a potential death sentence for any sensible faerie. He wonders if there are any other ships nearby that don't house any giant, lightning-wielding birds.

If Exe heads off to eavesdrop on the goings on outside, Elvin is only too happy to accompany him. The farther away from Exe's weird minions the better.

Post by **Dark Lord** » Mon Jun 10, 2024 11:28 am

Information Shopping: Let’s Blow this Timeline!
As most of the team gathers around the strange visitors, Ghast tries to telepathically coordinate with Draggor only to discover this, too, is being blocked. Oblivious to the attempt at telepathy, the alien tries to get more information out of the trio. Metri similarly asks for more details, and makes his suspicion of the three clear as day. While Juan runs inside to get something stronger (and the woman lazily looks him up and down), the man sighs but answers your questions after a fashion.

”He knew you would not simply turn it over to us. But Decker helped you- when he didn’t have to. He can confirm what we say is true, and he can ensure that the relic returns to its proper place. Contact any Naruni branch office. Ask to leave a message for him. Give him a way to contact you. Or make your own arrangements, if that will put your minds at ease. We are but messengers. But be warned- others will come looking for what you have. Including to take it by force.” By the time the man is finished speaking, Juan has returned with his “moonshine” and offered the makeshift jug to the woman still eyeing him in an uncomfortable, predatory fashion. She accepts the drink with a smile and a murmured thanks before taking a nice, big, draught. The smile turns into a scowl and the woman shudders slightly. She looks at Juan and says ”Your recipe needs work, Godling.” She then unceremoniously drops the canister to the ground, where it falls to its side and begins to slowly leak its contents. Looking a little like someone fighting hard not to retch, she wordlessly glances at her companion before turning on one heel and leaving. The “wolfen” follows closely behind. The man looks more amused than anything else, and simply says ”Think it over. I hope you will not fail the Three Galaxies again.” before following suit. The trio leaves without troubling you further, giving you all a chance to go back inside and conference.

Draggor is interested in tracking down the space relic, and asks the team if they know anything of it- raising the possibility that the relic might help explain Fingerling’s movements (and Talon’s difficulty in tracking same). Exe and Elvin get to know one another better, with the former introducing his familiar the latter and eliciting a bit of nervousness in response. Juan suggests that the team get moving and use the time relic to go back, while they still can, and now Ghast at least agrees with him. There’s just the uncomfortable topic of the sacrifice(s) Icky mentioned.

What are you doing?

Exe · Post by **Exe** » Fri Jun 14, 2024 2:39 pm

Perception: 1d100: [80] = 80 /42%
JiC: 1d20: [13] = 13 / 1d100: [62] = 62

Conditions: Sense Rifts [110 miles] | Sense Dimensional Vortex | Res to Cold/Fire (1/2) | Bio-Regen 1d6*5/min | Sixth Sense [Inactive] |

Skills:

Post:

Upon the revelation of the Space Relic, Exe groans. "How many of this dumb things exist? Space, Time? What's next? Fire, Water, Air and Earth?! Oh, maybe Reality, Power, Mind and Soul? Ugh, dumb." Exe expresses irritation that the relics even existing by naming a series of other names. Seriously, what were the 'Gods' thinking allowing such relics to exist. Tools for their own forces, do they come together and make one interdimensional godly being? As if they'd claim any responsibility. 'Oh, no. We're busy with our war against other gods' or 'playing pretend with mortals'. Pfft Exe (most likely incorrectly) blames the Gods for these relics and the problems that they cause with a scoff. Crossing his arms, the young demigod scowls.

Juan wrote:"Yes, I think it is time to use the relic and undo our mistakes. Delaying any longer will have just as dire consequences as the ones we are trying to prevent."

Exe nods along. "Yeah, cause who wants to live with knowing they inadvertently caused the end of times. We definitely need to go back and fix this." Exe agrees. "If we can go back to just before we entered the Pyramid, I could try to lock it down from teleportations and maybe keep whats-his-name from disappearing. I think it's better to stop him from escaping in the first place. I would've tried the first time but didn't know he bamphed away." Exe admits.

At the mention of a sacrifice, Exe sighs and leans back. I don't even know what a Time Relic would want as a sacrifice... well, maybe I do... Time? Maybe I could fuel it with some of my own years... if I die in the process it just means one less pawn for dear old dad. Exe mentally considers before leaning in and telling the others. "I could try fueling this relic with my own life-force, maybe. If it's a time relic, it could be fueled by time itself. I have a lot of years to give it before I'd be at risk, anyways." Exe suggests his own sacrifice.

"But if it needs a sacrifice from each of us... that's a big ask. Not everyone is as long lived, I guess. So some of my own years, plus other sacrifices? I wish we knew what kind of sacrifice it wanted." Exe laments. I can hardly tell anyone else what to sacrifice, not like they'll listen to a word of this from me anyways. Exe resigns.

Ghast · Post by **Ghast** » Mon Jun 17, 2024 6:28 pm

Perception: 1d100: [92] = 92 /52%
Just in Case: 1d20: [20] = 20 ; 1d100: [100] = 100
Conditions: Sixth Sense (Inactive),

Exe wrote:"I could try fueling this relic with my own life-force, maybe. If it's a time relic, it could be fueled by time itself. I have a lot of years to give it before I'd be at risk, anyways."

Ghast shakes his head at the now half sized Godling. "While I don't know specifically, and could likely be very wrong, I don't think it's a matter of fueling the artifact, as more of a time getting it's due, because we're going to be messing with it. Icky is likely going to get the worse of it, but he's already made his peace with it. While I have no idea what the total sum of the price will be, I know we all will be forever indelibly marked by the experience." Ghast says in a calm voice, even though deep down he is afraid of the whole situation. No point in showing fear now. Ghast thinks. "I would guess we have found out all we are going to find out. So we should move forward in our attempt to go backwards and stop the initial calamity, then move to deal with the perpetrators of the extinction level event." Ghast says with a sigh. Does anyone else have any business they have left unfinished?" Ghast asks, pausing before continuing. "If not, we should ask Icky if he's ready and for what he needs us to do?" Ghast finishes.

Metri · Post by **Metri** » Tue Jun 18, 2024 5:45 am

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Perception: d%: [23] = 23 | 67%
JIC: 1d20: [16] = 16 | d%: [58] = 58 %
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Conditions

Dark Lord wrote: ↑Mon Jun 10, 2024 11:28 am”He knew you would not simply turn it over to us. But Decker helped you- when he didn’t have to. He can confirm what we say is true, and he can ensure that the relic returns to its proper place. Contact any Naruni branch office. Ask to leave a message for him. Give him a way to contact you. Or make your own arrangements, if that will put your minds at ease. We are but messengers. But be warned- others will come looking for what you have. Including to take it by force.”

Metri's ears twitch as the trio mentions Decker, the Vice Executive Director at Naruni Enterprises. Despite not having given any identification of their own, they came prepared with his name as a means of credentials.

They wish to keep their own identities obscured. Their professional purpose must rely at least in part on stealth and subterfuge for success then. Still, their naming the high ranking executive creates more questions than answers. Why is someone from Naruni interested in ancient universe-altering relics? Isn't the company driven by a desire for increased profits? Who are these three that approach us so confidently without obvious technological protective garb and speak enigmatically of restoring balance by returning the time relic to their prior owners... them? Clearly they are more than they seem. Perhaps rather than two humans and a wolfen, they are instead more durable species or have a supernatural bent to them... but somehow are masking their supernatural nature?

"Speak to us with great respect you have today," Metri responds to the trio, his words filled with sincerity. Knowing that all three are destroyers of life, they could very easily have approached the meeting with the Adventurers in a very different way. "Heard your words, we have. At this time, unwilling we are to hand the relic to you. But at another time..." The Yhabbayar leaves his words hanging, suggesting that they might be willing to accommodate Decker's wishes at another time. Then a thought occurs to him and he tries to ply the trio for one more nugget of information.

"Know you the Space relic? If restored to balance a return of all relics to rightful owners requires... To what organization the Space Relic returns, hmm?" Metri is hopeful that their candidness will extend to this question. A nugget of an idea begins to form in his head.

He saves the thought to share with the team once the trio depart.

When gone, and Metri is back inside the DSM with the others, he proposes his idea.

"Much useful information, the unexpected visitors provided, yess." Metri begins, "Suggest then do that an unbalancing of major powers a result of the theft of the relics were. If true this is, then return of relics to prior owners a restoration of peace we can, yess."

Chewing on his thought nugget one last time before he speaks it into reality, the Yhabbayar proposes, "Know now we do that return the Time Relic to prior owners, Decker can. Capable of stealing relics, Haad seems to be. Slippery also, able to escape consequences each time she has. Most recently, victorious she was and caused tremendous suffering, hmm. Able to do this alone, we cannot."

"Suggest I do, when back in time we travel, we travel a little further before making planet-side approach and to Decker we reach out. Explain we do, our intention to return stolen relics and that on Kron Omega, both Time and Space relic will be. Hope we must that deploy his resources for the sake of the Time Relic he will. And reach out to prior owners of Space relic to recover the same he can also. If return to balance his true intention is, obtain the Space Relic, his goal will not be."

Joan Echo · Post by **Joan Echo** » Wed Jun 19, 2024 8:11 am

Perception (33%) 1d100<33: [3*] = 1
JiC 1d20: [2] = 2 / 1d100: [87] = 87

Armor
Amulet of Armor of Ithan
Teal bowling shirt
Cargo shorts
Action sandals
HPC bracelet

Weapons
Magical staff with the Rings of Sha Los

The Galactic Adventurers have a lot of information (and even more if they answer Metri's last set of questions) about the time relic to ponder before acting. Or rather most of the Adventurers contemplate their next moves. Juan Echo is ready to jump around with the timestream with a relic of gods even more ancient than the Yayamama Pantheon. Let's be real, if this was made by divine beings then who better to use it than us?

Exe wrote: ↑Fri Jun 14, 2024 2:39 pm"How many of this dumb things exist? Space, Time? What's next? Fire, Water, Air and Earth?! Oh, maybe Reality, Power, Mind and Soul? Ugh, dumb"

"Actually..." Juan says with a bashful sight, "The Galactic Adventurers have found Fire and Water relics already. The first is in the possession of Urqos Quan Tran, the Firebearer. He is keeping the peace on Axis-5." Was, Jonny. Axis-5 is... "Well, he was until the the planet was just destroyed. Urqos Kaedras, the Waterboy, recovered the other relic on Axis-5. He departed the team to study the relic more shortly afterwards. But the Time Relic seems more..." More what? "Just more of everything."

Exe wrote: ↑Fri Jun 14, 2024 2:39 pm"I could try fueling this relic with my own life-force, maybe... I wish we knew what kind of sacrifice it wanted."

Ghast wrote: ↑Mon Jun 17, 2024 6:28 pm"While I don't know specifically... we all will be forever indelibly marked by the experience."

Juan pats Exe on the shoulder. "That's nonsense, youngling. Regardless of how powerful this relic is, you are the stock of gods. We are both strong enough to withstand whatever forces are imbued in it."

On the subject of where to bounce back in time, Juan listens to the others suggestions. Exe's idea makes sense, but it comes with a gamble - if they fail to capture Fingerling, he will be in the wind (again) and they'll have to fight his demon army (again). But he doesn't object. Assuming we survive another fight, we can easily avoid making the same mistake twice. However, based on what they learned from the strangers, Metri suggests going back even further. And he brings up the Naruni.

Juan may feel dangerously cocksure about the Galactic Adventurers using the Time Relic, but he doesn't have that same confidence in the Naruni. This time relic is too dangerous to trust in the hands of urqos, and the Naruni are the most urqosy urqos that ever lived. But he has helped the GA in the past. In a rare moment, signifying the gravity of this situation, Juan ponders these suggestions. In the end, despite his misgivings, he decides to trust the sage. "Hopefully we only have to use the Time Relic once," Juan cautiously says. "Maybe it will be so if the Naruni help us stop the Urqos Fingerer. But I do not like giving that type of power to a group of avaricious weapon dealers. We're trying to stop a war, not make it more profitable."

Exe · Post by **Exe** » Thu Jun 20, 2024 9:29 am

[Rolls held]

Juan wrote:"Actually..." "The Galactic Adventurers have found Fire and Water relics already."

Exe glances to the tall godling with a look of dismay. "I WAS joking! Great. I hate relics like this. Surprised the Three Galaxies haven't already cracked from them." Exe groans in disapproval. Seriously, relics like that always come with a price never worth the reward. Unless you're an egomaniac. Exe muses and puffs his hair out of his eyes.

Ghast wrote:"While I don't know specifically, and could likely be very wrong, I don't think it's a matter of fueling the artifact, as more of a time getting it's due, because we're going to be messing with it. Icky is likely going to get the worse of it, but he's already made his peace with it. While I have no idea what the total sum of the price will be, I know we all will be forever indelibly marked by the experience."

Exe nods along. "We're already marked by the experience... but I get your point. I've never heard of these artifacts before and quite frankly, they shouldn't exist. My efforts learning about temporal magic has taught me time is dangerous to mess with.. but in this case I really don't see another option than to undo our mistake and hopefully save the Three Galaxies from falling into chaos." Exe remarks with a sigh. Dumb teleporting bad guy. Exe thinks to himself. "No reason to wait." Exe adds.

Metri wrote: Able to do this alone, we cannot."

"Suggest I do, when back in time we travel, we travel a little further before making planet-side approach and to Decker we reach out. Explain we do, our intention to return stolen relics and that on Kron Omega, both Time and Space relic will be. Hope we must that deploy his resources for the sake of the Time Relic he will. And reach out to prior owners of Space relic to recover the same he can also. If return to balance his true intention is, obtain the Space Relic, his goal will not be."

Exe listens to the little green mystic with a mix of agreement and uncertainty. "How can we be sure this Decker will be able to intervene before Fingerling's plans unfold? Even if he marshals whatever armies he has, it'd take days or weeks to get to the planet. And it might attract attention, and change Fingerling's plans... he seemed well ahead of us... it wouldn't surprise me if he had intelligence on multiple worlds that could warn him. But us returning is a wildcard I think." Exe comments.

Juan wrote:"That's nonsense, youngling. Regardless of how powerful this relic is, you are the stock of gods. We are both strong enough to withstand whatever forces are imbued in it."

Exe looks back to Juan with a squint in his eyes. Okay, maybe some of us are egomaniacs... Exe considers. "Deific heritage has proven more of a hassle than a benefit, from my experiences." Exe remarks quietly. Not all of us have our own planets and worshippers... some of us are little more than tools or toys for those 'gods'.. Exe thinks to himself.

Juan wrote:"Maybe it will be so if the Naruni help us stop the Urqos Fingerer. But I do not like giving that type of power to a group of avaricious weapon dealers. We're trying to stop a war, not make it more profitable."

Exe rolls his eyes at the comment. "Yeah, a intergalactic arms dealer who profits from war and slavery. Sure, let's trust them." Exe plants his head against whatever table he is sitting at and stares at the ground. Lesser of two evils nonsense. It's still evil. We can do it alone if he doesn't get away...

Metri · Post by **Metri** » Thu Jun 20, 2024 11:26 am

((rolls carried over))

Juan Echo wrote: ↑Wed Jun 19, 2024 8:11 am"Hopefully we only have to use the Time Relic once," Juan cautiously says. "Maybe it will be so if the Naruni help us stop the Urqos Fingerer. But I do not like giving that type of power to a group of avaricious weapon dealers. We're trying to stop a war, not make it more profitable."

Exe wrote: ↑Thu Jun 20, 2024 9:29 amExe listens to the little green mystic with a mix of agreement and uncertainty. "How can we be sure this Decker will be able to intervene before Fingerling's plans unfold? Even if he marshals whatever armies he has, it'd take days or weeks to get to the planet. And it might attract attention, and change Fingerling's plans... he seemed well ahead of us... it wouldn't surprise me if he had intelligence on multiple worlds that could warn him. But us returning is a wildcard I think." Exe comments.

"If unable to provide further assistance Decker is, then lost nothing we have. Unchanged our plan to confront Fingerer will be. But if sincere, Decker's intentions are... and vast his access to resources... Pleasantly surprised at an unexpected time, we might be during our efforts, yess."

And to maintain the timeline continuum, will our message also require inclusion of mentioning the two humans and wolfen trio that passed along the message? That way, they will be sent as we experienced and we don't create some sort of time paradox? Metri errantly reaches up to scratch his head. Thinking about the metaphysics of time travel is not something the diminutive mystic ever expected to be part of his daily life.

Elvin · Post by **Elvin** » Sat Jun 22, 2024 9:51 pm

JIC: 1d20: [5] = 5 , 1d100: [50] = 50
Perception: 43% / 1d100: [15] = 15 (SUCCESS)

Conditions: Cloaking

Elvin's ears twitch alertly as he listens to the Dime Store Magic crew's conversation about the Time Relic. A frown momentarily appears as he considers the implications.

"Into the past" he mutters to himself, his voice barely a whisper. He shoots a glance around, as they talk about being 'marked by the experience'.

"Marked how? This Time Relic business sounds about as stable as a two-headed pixie with a gambling addiction."

"Is this Relic powerful enough to bring the entire ship, the whole crew, along for the ride?"

The faerie wasn't one for unnecessary risks, not without potential for huge profit. "This whole scheme feels about as risky as juggling grenades."

He keeps his ears open, hoping to glean whatever he can about this Relic and their plans. As the crew discuss and reveal more and more information, a slow, sly grin stretches across Elvin's face. It is a thought, that causes it. A thought as brilliant as a freshly birthed star.

If this Time Relic business allows travel to the past... well, wouldn't that present a most intriguing opportunity?

He paces about the room, his mind awash with profitable thoughts.

Imagine, two Elvins! He, Elvin, the seasoned veteran of countless fantastical escapades, paired with his younger, perhaps even more reckless, past self. The possibilities for profit were simply endless!

He can picture it in his mind - Elvin, with his current knowledge and experience, masterminding a heist while his younger self served as a double. We can be at two places at the same time. Could our dimensional pockets even access the same place? A smuggler's dream!

We could infiltrate the most secure vault, swipe fabled artifacts or maybe even liberate a shipments of the rarest, most valuable cargo!

With a mischievous snort, Elvin envisions the scene - two Elvins, a blur of shadows causing glorious mayhem before vanishing forever. Just bewildered authorities left in their wake to wonder at what happened.

The sheer audacity! Of course, there are unknowns. Hrmm. Would my younger self be receptive to the idea? Where is my younger self at whatever point in time these folk decide to travel to? And what about this "mark" they mention? Ah but these are details for future Elvin to worry about. For now, a single indisputable fact needs to be realised.

Time travel + Two Elvins = The Ultimate Heist.

And past Elvin, being Elvin, would not resist the challenge. All I'd need to do it find him and perhaps ditch this crew of squares.

He nods to himself. "Very well, let's do it. It seems it's for the best after all."

Draggor · Post by **Draggor** » Sun Jun 23, 2024 10:41 pm

Perception: 1d100: [89] = 89 | 27%
JIC: 1d20: 1d20: [4] = 4 | 1d100: [17] = 17

Metri wrote: "Suggest I do, when back in time we travel, we travel a little further before making planet-side approach and to Decker we reach out. Explain we do, our intention to return stolen relics and that on Kron Omega, both Time and Space relic will be. Hope we must that deploy his resources for the sake of the Time Relic he will. And reach out to prior owners of Space relic to recover the same he can also. If return to balance his true intention is, obtain the Space Relic, his goal will not be."

Draggor nods in agreement with Metri. "If disaster is destined, must minimize, can't be seen, can't be hunted in all of Three Galaxies." Since when are you a destiny believer? Only one chance to fix it, no promise of looping until getting it right, and it already happened. A soberingly clear view for you.

Elvin wrote: "Is this Relic powerful enough to bring the entire ship, the whole crew, along for the ride?"

"When we were victims of it," Draggor begins to answer Elvin, "Wasn't travel, usually. Reset. No copies. Not everyone remembered at first."

Exe wrote:"How can we be sure this Decker will be able to intervene before Fingerling's plans unfold? Even if he marshals whatever armies he has, it'd take days or weeks to get to the planet. And it might attract attention, and change Fingerling's plans... he seemed well ahead of us... it wouldn't surprise me if he had intelligence on multiple worlds that could warn him. But us returning is a wildcard I think."

Metri wrote:"If unable to provide further assistance Decker is, then lost nothing we have. Unchanged our plan to confront Fingerer will be. But if sincere, Decker's intentions are... and vast his access to resources... Pleasantly surprised at an unexpected time, we might be during our efforts, yess."

Draggor looks between the smaller Metri, and much smaller Exe, and the creature adds the dangerous theory, "Haad used relic, but we, I, knew of loop immediate. Others may know we used it. Either right away, or delayed. To us, local to planet. This? Multiple worlds... déjà vu?" Might make a lot of the Three Galaxies more sympathetic to us. Only if we succeed, and they live.

"Any of us able to stop rifts? Stop dimension travel? Anchor Fingerling." These relics are powerful, but this group did technically defeat Haad to take the one she had: then it must be possible to also acquire the space relic. "Were given an offer. Plan to use it against him?" For those who ask, Draggor recites it:

Mort Fingerling wrote: ”I’ll undo what I just did and shut the whole thing down. You’ll leave the Time Relic you stole, that arrogant piece of crap boss of yours, and the alien you know as Draggor. I’ll let you get back on your ship and leave this rock, and you’ll get to live out the rest of your natural lives. Y’know, the others didn’t think I should waste my time with talk. Howsabout we prove them wrong, eh?”

The reality of using the Time Relic sets a mood among the ship: we're going to pay for it, and nobody is sure how. You've had a change of heart. Won't sacrifice our abilities. You're thinking of joining us? Of all of us, I survive. I HAVE survived. Maybe it was to live long enough to... Allow for whoever comes next. I don't GET to remember. But I'm so very close... You are small compared to us. I can't jeopardize our future...

Exe · Post by **Exe** » Mon Jun 24, 2024 7:08 am

[Rolls Held]

Metri wrote:"If unable to provide further assistance Decker is, then lost nothing we have. Unchanged our plan to confront Fingerer will be. But if sincere, Decker's intentions are... and vast his access to resources... Pleasantly surprised at an unexpected time, we might be during our efforts, yess."

Exe sighs in defeat at the idea of using Decker and his resources but doesn't have a better alternative and can't argue with Metri's point. "Yeah, I guess. Hope he doesn't tow the company line." Exe says to himself. They have a penchant for occupying planets. Exe considers the thought but shakes it off. One crisis at a time. Exe reaffirms to himself.

Elvin wrote:"This whole scheme feels about as risky as juggling grenades."

Exe shrugs at the imp's comments. "Juggling grenades might prove to be better than the aftermath of doing nothing." Exe remarks, the young demigod quite obviously upset with their failure and the consequences that it wrought.

Draggor wrote:"Any of us able to stop rifts? Stop dimension travel? Anchor Fingerling."

Exe glances as the monstrous man with a side eye. That's literally what I've been saying. Exe shakes his head and then nods. "Um, yes. Me. I should be able to lock down a sizeable area from teleportation, and I can close rifts. Closing multiple rifts is taxing, to say the least. Unless I can access the latent energies of the Ley Line or Nexus. As long as he doesn't have a different ace up his sleeve, his shouldn't be able to simply teleport away like last time. But doing that will already be taxing and I might be able to close one, maybe two rifts on my own after that." Exe adds to Draggor's thought, placing a finger to his chin while musing. "I suppose I could pull from Matthew, use some of his magic to assist me in closing a few more. He'd probably want to immediately engage Fingerling upon seeing him as well. Last time..." Exe winces. Last time I told him to wait and that alone cost us valuable time where he could've been helping. Exe finishes the thought. "This won't be like last time." Exe finishes the thought aloud.

Post by **Dark Lord** » Wed Jun 26, 2024 10:09 am

Information Shopping: @#^& Or Get Off The Pot!
Outside, Metri tries to learn what he can from the odd trio shadowing the group. Prior to their departure, he inquires as to the caretakers and/or location of the space relic but receives only an enigmatic shrug in return. The three strange visitors depart, and the rest of you go inside to discuss your next move. Metri offers a new plan- trying to loop in Decker who, despite his questionable associations, was helpful to Icky and Metri back on Axis IV. Exe argues against relying upon outside help, and floats the idea of sacrificing some of his own time to power the time relic and take a trip into the past. The young shifter is eager to test his abilities against Fingerling, and seems convinced that he can halt Fingerling’s escape and/or stop whatever he was doing with the portals completely.

The rest of you are unsure of the particulars, but know that you must at least go back to the past and try. Elvin just watches and tries to make sense of it all, with a few lighthearted comments that also convey serious concerns about the team’s attempt to muck with time. Most of the crew jumps in with observations and parts of a plan, but no real decisions are made. Then, all at once out of nowhere strange energy floods through the ship starting from Icky’s quarters. A disembodied voice that most of you recognize as the minotaur’s speaks- it’s still the same guttural language as before, but all of you can understand it as if by magic.

”Oi! Er, uh… I think I got it! Sarge ‘n I are goin’ back- dunno how far back but I’ll try and get us to before things went to Hades in a cradle. Anybody who’s comin’ with, speak yer peace an’ tell this dang thing what yer feedin’ it! We got one chance so don’t screw this up!”

What are you doing?

Exe · Post by **Exe** » Wed Jun 26, 2024 1:01 pm

Perception: 1d100: [8] = 8 /42%
JiC: 1d20: [2] = 2 / 1d100: [32] = 32

Conditions: Sense Rifts [110 miles] | Sense Dimensional Vortex | Res to Cold/Fire (1/2) | Bio-Regen 1d6*5/min | Sixth Sense [Inactive] |

Skills:

Post:

Exe considers what he knows about pyramids and the rifts they encountered before. That pyramid is probably controlling the nexus it's on. Maybe it's even creating those portals. If that's the case, I don't know if my spell work will be able to slam them shut.. even if they can, there's too many for me to hit them all even if we pool energy. I wonder if that's where Fingerling went, the Pyramid control room. Close enough to maintain control but out of our reach... Exe considers mentally, unsure if his abilities will truly work but knowing he has to try. I could try hitch-hiking on his teleport, it might not work but nothing ever does go as planned for us anyways. We must be some cruel joke for the gods amusement. Exe muses to himself as the group discusses a plan.

Icky wrote:”Oi! Er, uh… I think I got it! Sarge ‘n I are goin’ back- dunno how far back but I’ll try and get us to before things went to Hades in a cradle. Anybody who’s comin’ with, speak yer peace an’ tell this dang thing what yer feedin’ it! We got one chance so don’t screw this up!”

Exe looks at the minotaur chef and releases a sigh of uncertainty. I'm still not sure about this. I wish we had something else... Exe remains cautious, both of the plan when they go back and the cost required to get there. Exe hops down and approaches Icky and places a hand out towards the relic. "I offer the Time Relic years, a thousand years of my life force." Exe finishes, thinking of a number he's never had to consider before. I'm a demi-god... but not a true god like Juan. I'm not immortal but I've heard of demi-gods living for thousands of years... If I give it a thousand years, perhaps that will satiate it and still leave me capable. Exe considers mentally, trying to work through the cost in his head with a wince then laughs to himself and shakes his head. Next time I see Inhio and Kira, I may be an old man. Exe just sighs Or maybe just let them think I died somewhere. Exe shakes his head, awaiting the others.

He glances to Elvin then to Icky. "Does the faerie guy need to sacrifice since he's not really 'going back' just going with us?" Exe asks aloud

Elvin · Post by **Elvin** » Wed Jun 26, 2024 9:07 pm

JIC: 1d20: [19] = 19 , 1d100: [31] = 31
Perception: 43% / 1d100: [91] = 91 (FAIL)

Conditions: Cloaking

Icky wrote:”Oi! Er, uh… I think I got it! Sarge ‘n I are goin’ back- dunno how far back but I’ll try and get us to before things went to Hades in a cradle. Anybody who’s comin’ with, speak yer peace an’ tell this dang thing what yer feedin’ it! We got one chance so don’t screw this up!”

Exe wrote: ↑Wed Jun 26, 2024 1:01 pm "I offer the Time Relic years, a thousand years of my life force." Exe finishes, thinking of a number he's never had to consider before.

Elvin's eyes widen as he sees the situation rapidly escalating in directions he's most uncomfortable with. There's a hint of genuine concern for Exe beneath his sarcasm, which the perceptive might catch.

"Woah! Hold your celestial horses there," Elvin interrupts. "You gotta be careful with the fine print on these magical doohickeys. You don't pay a debt with things you haven't earned yet. My bet is that time relic gizmo of yours is going to take from the years you've already lived, not some imaginary future ones." He wags a finger playfully at Exe. "Next thing you know, you'll be a drool-covered toddler crawling around the decks, looking for your mother's, uh, well, you get the picture."

Exe wrote: ↑Wed Jun 26, 2024 1:01 pm He glances to Elvin then to Icky. "Does the faerie guy need to sacrifice since he's not really 'going back' just going with us?" Exe asks aloud

ME?

The faerie's eyes narrow to emerald slits. Gone is the friendly grin, and it is replaced by a mask of suspicion. He straightens his already meticulously-maintained, multi-coloured jacket with a flourish, a habit that served no purpose other than to display his displeasure.

"Sacrifice? Indeed." Elvin's voice drips with mock sincerity. "For a trip through someone else's timey-wimey mess? Now that sounds positively delightful." He punctuates his sentence with a heavy dose of sarcasm, raising both eyebrows.

And so Elvin crosses his arms, his tiny frame radiating a surprising amount of defiance.

When he hears 'the plan', Elvin proposes his sacrifice.

"What's your plan worth sacrificing for? Let's see." He straightens his wings, puffing out his chest with mock importance.

"Well," Elvin declares, feigning a dramatic sigh, "perhaps I could sacrifice... my unwavering commitment to the rules in this peculiar galaxy of yours. Yes, it's a burden I'll bear! Consider my law abiding tendencies temporarily subdued for the greater good... or whatever this little time-hopping jaunt is supposed to achieve."

Ghast · Post by **Ghast** » Thu Jun 27, 2024 7:28 am

Perception: 1d100: [84] = 84 /52%
Just in Case: 1d20: [15] = 15 ; 1d100: [64] = 64
Conditions: Sixth Sense (Inactive),

Ghast sits and listens to the others speak their minds, mostly just nodding along while his mind is elsewhere. What can a poor soul like myself sacrifice that would have any meaning. Your life? Your soul? Ghast's eyes light up as he has an epiphany.

Chef Icky wrote:”Oi! Er, uh… I think I got it! Sarge ‘n I are goin’ back- dunno how far back but I’ll try and get us to before things went to Hades in a cradle. Anybody who’s comin’ with, speak yer peace an’ tell this dang thing what yer feedin’ it! We got one chance so don’t screw this up!”

Ghast's hands grip the arms of the chair he's sitting in, his teeth gritted. In a shallow voice Ghast speaks. "I sacrifice what sanity I have left, I will face the blocked trauma of my past as sacrifice." Ghast forces from his lips. I guess this means we're going away? Probbably, but who knows. Thanks for protecting me. Ghast says as tears run down his face.

"Let's save the universe!"

Mon Jul 01, 2024 6:20 pm

Perception: 1d100: [39] = 39 /62%
JIC: 1d20: [6] = 6 / 1d100: [47] = 47

Haad must pay for this. A person like that does not get to exist in this universe. In the service of the universe and my people, I swear I will make her pay. Starchief's rage refuses to subside and so he separates himself from the rest of the crew, not wanting to infect the mood with his negativity. So focused on his own anger, he barely notices as Elvin lets himself in to clean up. Or when Juan Echo chats Elvin up right in front of him. When they both leave, he looks around his room and his eyes fall on his trusty rune blade Champion. "Champion, what the frak am I supposed to do."

Well Andra, honestly I...

Just then a familiar voice washes over the room.

Dark Lord wrote: ↑Wed Jun 26, 2024 10:09 am”Oi! Er, uh… I think I got it! Sarge ‘n I are goin’ back- dunno how far back but I’ll try and get us to before things went to Hades in a cradle. Anybody who’s comin’ with, speak yer peace an’ tell this dang thing what yer feedin’ it! We got one chance so don’t screw this up!”

"Shit. It's time. Champion, what do you say?" Andra mentally pictures a concept, hoping that Champion can pick up on what he's thinking.

Aye. Shield them one last time. It's been an honor, Starchief.

Standing up from his bed, tall, proud and teary eyed, Starchief shouts out "! My people mean everything to me so I sacrifice my connection to them. Let them forget the war stories of Starchief, the origin of Andra Sekona and everything I did for them. Let them all forget. Every last one." With those last words, Starchief waits silently in his room for the magic to do its thing.

Metri · Post by **Metri** » Wed Jul 03, 2024 1:46 am

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Perception: d%: [31] = 31 | 67%
JIC: 1d20: [9] = 9 | d%: [35] = 35 %
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Conditions

Chef Icky wrote:”Oi! Er, uh… I think I got it! Sarge ‘n I are goin’ back- dunno how far back but I’ll try and get us to before things went to Hades in a cradle. Anybody who’s comin’ with, speak yer peace an’ tell this dang thing what yer feedin’ it! We got one chance so don’t screw this up!”

What tremendous personal sacrifices each of my teammates are willing to make... Metri thinks as he hears his comrades' offerances. I must think of what also is precious to me and make a similar tier of sacrifice.

His hand instinctively reaches toward his most precious possession, the rune hammer that hangs from his waist.

"Offer I do, the magic that binds together this greatest of rune hammers. If not yet done Skorl's commitment to fighting for good, myself as a vessel to carry his essence, I also offer in sacrifice."

Joan Echo · Post by **Joan Echo** » Wed Jul 03, 2024 9:12 pm

Perception (33%) 1d100<33: [19*] = 1
JiC 1d20: [3] = 3 / 1d100: [2] = 2

Armor
Splugorth Talisman of Armor of Ithan (activated twice) 100/100
Teal bowling shirt
Cargo shorts
Action sandals
HPC bracelet

Weapons
Magical clubs with the Rings of Sha Los (2)

Juan looks at the Time Relic with a degree of disdain. No, disdain isn't the exact word. I get that the urqos are wary of using a relic, but Exe is immortal, he should have nothing to fear. Except for the fact that we're handling a relic that is as old as the Three Galaxies. "I don't know why you all are being so melodramatic about this. We saw Haad use the time relic, and I cannot imagine a petty urqos like her could have enough to use the time relic multiple times."

And besides we don't make sacrifices, the urqos make sacrifices to us. "I am the Wandering God. Time travel is my divine purview. I am sure the relic will recognize this. Let's go!"

Draggor · Post by **Draggor** » Thu Jul 04, 2024 10:11 am

Perception: 1d100: [79] = 79 | 27%
JIC: 1d20: 1d20: [3] = 3 | 1d100: [3] = 3

Post

”Oi! Er, uh… I think I got it! Sarge ‘n I are goin’ back- dunno how far back but I’ll try and get us to before things went to Hades in a cradle. Anybody who’s comin’ with, speak yer peace an’ tell this dang thing what yer feedin’ it! We got one chance so don’t screw this up!”

Can't wait any longer... You don't NEED to do this! We are wanted! At the mercy of the Three Galaxies if we don't choose. It comes with a cost. The cost happens either way. It's settled.

Juan wrote:"I don't know why you all are being so melodramatic about this. We saw Haad use the time relic, and I cannot imagine a petty urqos like her could have enough to use the time relic multiple times."

Draggor's gaze upon Juan mixes with the vision the creature had for that brief moment with Haad. "You say Urquos, but I saw it myself: what she did, lived an infinity bigger than me, you, Elvin."

Draggor looks between their teammates, especially with fondness for Juan, Metri, and Icky, while also recalling Kaedras and the guidance they initially offered. "This crew, this ship, been very kind. Made a promise to stay with you to fight Haad, put a stop to these forces." The creature stares long and hard at the TIme Relic: every other occurrence of this topic, internal debate erupts, often with the strife of it manifesting in a frustrated aura or glow. This time? Calm. Silence, outside and in.

"I give myself to the Relic. Forty cycles of waiting, struggling, escaping, surviving. Forty cycles that brought me to you, this ship, and now here. Can't promise what I'll.. we'll be next, whether we'll stay after this fight. I am only a sliver of the thousand cycles we've spent in the Three Galaxies. When is need to survive... selfish?" The creature manages an awkward and as always tooth filled smile to the crew, "A long time ago... someone gave us a chance to change. Said... 'Be a Hero'." They place a hand on Ghast's shoulder, "Let's save the universe!"

What usually bubbles under the surface now practically screams for attention: these past lives and forgotten memories eager to breach and seize the moment! The crew is about to journey into the past, but for Draggor, a different version of this creature is about to see it.

GM Notes

Talon · Post by **Talon** » Fri Jul 05, 2024 11:41 am

Perception: 1d100: [81] = 81 /42%
JIC: 1d20: [3] = 3 ; 1d100: [14] = 14

Active Effects: None.

Talon looks over everything he has gathered attempting to find the one place where they would be able to really fix this. It's got to be here some where. I know it....There's no clear answer. None of it. Fragments missing. I need more time. Damn if only they had been more thorough. Talon joins everyone when the group is summoned from their respective tasks.

Talon's face is not his normal poker face of impassive professionalism. He flinches as the time relic is brought forth and the group begins to pronounce their own sacrifices to it for a chance to fix things. Talon's face twists in confusion and disbelief with each declaration. Why. Why would something require this? What makes the rules of magic so amorphous and yet so ridged? It really is a paradox. I just needed more time...Funny that. Needing more time as we are about to break time. Why should anyone have the power to do what we're about to do? This shouldn't exist. Will we learn from this? What will be gained? Rewrite history? It's only talked about in stories and fairytales. Yet here it is before us. Such an unnatural next step. We can't do this! Talon opens his mouth to speak, then quickly closes it and drops his head, Can you really say that after hearing what they are willing to give up? Why is this such a difficult course of action? Why am I so reluctant to trust the decision of the group. The people who have been in this fight for much longer then I have. It doesn't feel right to deny their convictions with more strife and discussion.

Talon almost feels a slight pressure of a hand on his shoulder as his wife would do to comfort him during difficult times. He would swear he can smell her light perfume. The kind she wore on a normal day. Her warm smile that would pull him from the depths of any issue. His ears ring with the distant laughter of his daughter. The pure innocence. His reason for driving forward to make the world better. A place for his daughter that no longer existed any where but his mind. Talon looks back up to the group, doing nothing to wipe away the tears forming in his eyes, "I will provide the warmth and love of the memories of my family. Those that only live in my memories and in my heart. Those memories that have helped me move forward I will sacrifice to assist you all with fixing the time line. Talon's voice cracks slightly at the end as he lets the memories of his family fill his mind for the last time. Fucking, bullshit magic! He scrunches his eyes closed splashing tears down his face and waits for what ever comes next.

Note for GM

Post by **Dark Lord** » Sun Jul 07, 2024 2:55 pm

If At First You Don’t Succeed…
As Icky announces his successful communion with the time relic, most of you concentrate on what you’re willing to give up. Elvin makes a couple of jokes on the subject, but as the energy field expands through the ship the faerie can sense that it isn’t really paying attention to him. He’s just along for the ride, like always.

You make your choices. The energy field fills the ship, and then your field of vision until all else is blocked out. You hear Icky’s chanting, and first growing louder and then fainter- before raising into a pained, high-pitched shriek that exits the register of your hearing. Then you are moving. Yet standing still. Elvin simply enjoys the show like its another roller coaster ride, but the rest of you feel the magic (techno-wizardry) reach into you and take something. Something precious. The energy field coalesces into a vortex, and just as soon as you realize that it has been spinning around you it ceases.

It takes you a moment, but most of you recognize where you are. Back on Kron Omega. Your foes are dead. You’ve closed seven of the eight portals, and only one (to Alexandria) remains. You’ve got a couple of minutes left on the timers but not long before Fingerling’s device does whatever it is supposed to do. There is no sign of Icky or Sarge. Radioing Datephus will confirm that the AI is ready to initiate rapid evacuation protocols. But you all can’t help but be a little distracted by some changes.

Exe now looks like a man on the precipice of middle age, with maybe a bit less youthful vitality. Ghast has a thousand-yard stare and won’t snap out of it for several seconds without a concentrated effort. Starchief looks fine, save for the absence of his costume and a rather stricken look that belies a powerful anxiety about back home. As for Metri, he looks the same but Skorl’s voice is louder in his mind than ever, and at times a fierce and decidedly norselike grin steals over the Yhabbayar’s face. Juan is also missing, but in his place is his sister Joan- whom you all recognize from your visit to the Yayamama homeworld, and who is very obviously confused as to what has happened this time. Draggor also looks the same, but their mind is a whirl of different thoughts and attitudes that will become apparent in short order. As for Talon- so far as he can tell he has emerged unscathed. But for some reason he is clutching a picture very tightly.

What are you doing?

((If you opt to return to the ship, the phase transceiver will engage without issue once you’re in orbit and you may continue posting here.))

Character Sheet Updates
Exe- Add 1,000 to your age and subtract 10% from your physical MDC.
Ghast- Add two insanities (schizophrenia [SB3 P. 19] and compulsive liar [RUE P. 332]) and two psionic side effects (uncontrolled empathy and astral avenger, both from WB 12 P. 150). To determine triggers for astral avenger, consult the rules for berserkers on P. 168 of CB2 (save that it is involuntary).
Starchief- Your costume is gone, add a -40% modifier to all trust/intimidate/charm/impress checks. You have a horrible feeling about back home.
Metri- Your arcane specialization no longer applies to defensive or protective spells, and all defensive or healing magic costs triple its normal (unmodified) PPE cost. Your telepathic link with Skorl is much stronger, and he now has the ability to take over Metri’s body as if he were a multiple personality. Roll once per combat, following the same rules as the berserker (CB2, P. 168).
Juan- You’re Joan now, reduce speed attribute to 10.
Draggor- You now have several dozen personalities. Pick the six most dominant (not including Draggor’s original identity) and write them up using the rules in R:UE P. 59-61. In addition to the criteria outlined there, roll six times on the phobia table to determine triggers. Encountering a trigger requires a save vs. insanity (no bonuses) to avoid switching to a random personality.
Talon- Add the insanity power by association (R:UE P. 57), with the object being the bloodied picture of Talon’s family. He doesn’t know who they are or why they’re so important, but he’s determined to find out. Also add the insanity overinclusion (R:UE P. 335).

Exe · Post by **Exe** » Sun Jul 07, 2024 5:58 pm

Perception: 1d100: [3] = 3 /42%
JiC: 1d20: [5] = 5 / 1d100: [89] = 89

Conditions: Sense Rifts [110 miles] | Sense Dimensional Vortex | Res to Cold/Fire (1/2) | Bio-Regen 1d6*5/min | Sixth Sense [Inactive] | |

Skills:
Invoke Trust: 1d100: [95] = 95 /86% (People of Alexandria, please trust me) Dues Ex Crit Success purchased

Communication Rift: [roll]1d4[/roll]: [3] = 3 melees/45 seconds / 1d100: [60] = 60 /61% to target Alexandria by using the sub-rift.

Post:

As the time vortex coalesces and the group finds themselves standing back within the pyramid with only minutes to spare to prevent the catastrophe they caused last time, Exe pauses and looks at his hands and feels the beard on his face. "Well, this was unexpected." Exe says in a much older voice. When Exe looks down and notices he is still suffering the reduction effects of his failed spell attempt, his brow furrows. Oh great, I'm still short. Now I'm old and short. Like Metri. Exe mentally quips to himself. The sight of Joan is equally confusing as Exe quickly casts Cosmic Armor (-45 PPE) on himself to provide some protection and coverage considering his cloths didn't grow with him. He turns to Joan, Starchief and the others. "We've mere minutes. Fingerling is already gone. Our pre-planning was for naught." Exe says through gritted teeth as he clenches his fist. A cosmic joke. It feels as though my body is less resilient, I wonder just how close to death I am now. Sacrificing my youth but finding myself on such a precipice is... disconcerting. Exe thinks to himself for a moment. These rifts aren't normal, quite possibly permanent. Close Rifts is probably a waste. Exe concludes mentally.

Looking at the situation, Exe glances between the open sub-rift to Alexandria, and the closed rifts to the other seven planets. He notices the fainter tendrils still connected to the apparently closed sub-rifts. His eyes trace back to the main rift of translucent energy that they can't peer into with a grimace. "We have little time. I can try to open a Communication Rift to Alexandria. Piggybacking on the existing sub rift to warn them of what is coming, but I have no idea how the existing flux from this central rift will affect it. The least I can do is try to warn them, maybe they can mount some sort of defense. I suggest everyone returns to the ship quickly. I will follow after sending a message." Exe says through a frown. The Time Relic sent us here for a reason, if this is all I can do, then I hope it is worth something. Exe turns to his Spirit, Matthew. "I may need to draw on your magic to make this work." Exe commands his Spirit, his child-like attitude replaced by a sense of growing dismay.

If no one has a better idea or stops Exe, he will draw on Matthew's reserve to split the cost of Communication Rift (200 (no LL or Nexus)) (-100 PPE per each of them). His hands facing each other as he looks into the sub-rift to Alexandria. Should he succeed in opening the communication rift, he sends a concise warning to the People of Alexandria, whomever may be listening. "People of Alexandria, your world is about to be attacked by someone named Fingerling from an unusual Rift. Any planetary defenses, magic or otherwise, that you can muster, do so now! Good luck!" Exe says, his message brief and too the point. He hopes his words and apparent haste in his message compels the people to trust him. [Invoke Trust; MGP'd Crit Success]

Exe will not stay longer than is necessary to send the message. Once he does so (or fails to open a Communication Rift), he retreats to the DSM, beckoning Matthew and whomever else remained to follow him. If someone needs a lift (Starchief?) Exe will carry them with his Cosmic Armor. Matthew will grab anyone else who may need a lift back to the ship.

Sun Jul 07, 2024 8:09 pm

Perception: 1d100: [1] = 1 /62%
JIC: 1d20: [11] = 11 / 1d100: [70] = 70

No longer sitting on his bed in his room, Starchief Captain Sekona finds that he's been whisked backwards through time to the fateful moment that he gave the command and made the biggest mistake of his natural life. He looks first at himself, noticing his colorful signature blue and red armor is now in a burnished silver. He feels something tugging at his soul but it's hard to place at first. He looks around more, Juan has been replaced by his twin Joan. Exe is now the elder of the group and in the buff to boot. And something seems very wrong with the rest of the crew. Nothing physical but something is going on in their heads. Let's get them to focus. He barks out his orders like a Captain that knows how to motivate his crew. But does he still? "The subrift to Alexandria is open! This means we still have a chance! Everyone to the DSM now! Get it started up! Captain's orders!" Trust: 1d100: [11] = 11 /52% - PASS. As they all begin to file out, Andra remembers what is nagging him. Something is wrong on Seeron. I can feel it.

When Exe explains his plan, Captain Sekona says "Do it, but do it fast. We're out of time. I sent everyone else back, but I'm your backup. Don't let me down." He gives Exe the smile old friends would give to reassure him that they've got this. Charm: 1d100: [62] = 62 /5% - FAIL

He watches from a distance as Exe does his thing and when it's time, he kicks his jetpack into gear, flying back to the DSM and escaping Kron Omega.

Metri · Post by **Metri** » Wed Jul 10, 2024 5:25 am

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Perception: d%: [46] = 46 | 67%
JIC: 1d20: [8] = 8 | d%: [70] = 70 %
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Conditions

Metri is clearly disappointed that despite the physics-breaking bending of time and space, that they did not arrive at a time that would have allowed them to prevent Fingerling's escape. "Cameras, recording our actions are. Suspicious, we should not be. Communicate openly, we should."

The Yhabbayar is gladdened that his (older?) teammate, Exe, has come to the same conclusion. That is Exe, right? He has a similar supernatural scent, but no longer wears the trappings of youth.

Oh hoo! Bet that is the price paid to the Time Relic!

Hush please, I am trying to think.

Naw, don't think I will. Can't you feel it? I'm a part of you now, not just confined to the hammer. I feel so strong... coursing with power... No need to be so meek with your demonstration of your abilities. I'll show you how... when the time is right.

Pardon me? I think not.

Heh, okay. Sure thing Boog.

Skorl's flippant use of Icky's nickname for Metri, even if it is only within the recesses of his own mind, disturbs the Yhabbayar. His brow furrows deeply in concern, but he feels guarded to even think his own thoughts with the Norse giant of a Viking an unwelcome resident.

Exe wrote: ↑Sun Jul 07, 2024 5:58 pm"We have little time. I can try to open a Communication Rift to Alexandria. Piggybacking on the existing sub rift to warn them of what is coming, but I have no idea how the existing flux from this central rift will affect it. The least I can do is try to warn them, maybe they can mount some sort of defense. I suggest everyone returns to the ship quickly. I will follow after sending a message."

"Excellent idea." Metri encourages, "The best we can do at such distance at this time, warning is."

Exe wrote: ↑Sun Jul 07, 2024 5:58 pmShould he succeed in opening the communication rift, he sends a concise warning to the People of Alexandria, whomever may be listening. "People of Alexandria, your world is about to be attacked by someone named Fingerling from an unusual Rift. Any planetary defenses, magic or otherwise, that you can muster, do so now! Good luck!"

"Originating from Kron Omega!" Metri hollars, not knowing if such an utterance would carry into the communication rift or is simply whatever Exe willed the contents of the message to be.

Ghast · Post by **Ghast** » Wed Jul 10, 2024 4:54 pm

Perception: 1d100: [84] = 84 /52%
Just in Case: 1d20: [8] = 8 ; 1d100: [95] = 95
Conditions: Sixth Sense (Inactive),

Ghast is barely breathing, only the shallowest of breaths. Ghast's heart pounds so loudly in his ears that he can't hear anything else. While some may think Ghast is intently staring, he barely comprehends what is in front of him. Weirdly enough the only thing not making noise at the moment is Ghast's mind... it for once is eerily silent. If anyone is talking to Ghast, he doesn't remotely comprehend it, his ears filled with the pounding of his blood and an indescribable white noise, drowning out everything. "Why are you just standing there A688. You're in danger and need to flee. Follow these lessers to their ship." A voice says clear as a bell through Ghast's mind. This causes Ghast's blood to go cold, and a sheen of cold sweat to form on his brow.

"Master...? Ghast shakily mutters as the noise of the world falls into perspective.

Ghast now notices the others moving towards the extraction point. Wearily Ghast's legs begin to move. Slowly and clumsily at first, but with in a few steps they gain confidence and speed. Victory, we have succeeded! We're not out of it quite yet, so keep running yeah! The voices in Ghast's head speak, but Ghast is unable to formulate a response as he continues to flee to the Dime Store Magic.

Elvin · Post by **Elvin** » Thu Jul 11, 2024 4:43 am

JIC: 1d20: [6] = 6 , 1d100: [75] = 75
Perception: 58% / 1d100: [43] = 43 (SUCCESS)

Conditions: Cloaking,

Elvin revels in the disorienting spectacle of time travel. The energy field, the warping of his vision, it is all a thrilling performance, like a particularly spectacular light show at a gnome carnival.

He whoops with delight, hurtling through space and time.

Then comes the stillness. An abrupt halt after the whirlwind leaves him blinking, and his amusement is replaced by curiosity.

So… have we reached our destination? It all seems a bit too… tame. Perhaps, a malfunction? An elaborate prank by the crew? A con?

A scoff escapes his lips. He is about to dismiss the entire thing as a poorly executed parlor trick when he catches sight of the crew. His amusement evaporates faster than spilled pixie dust.

Exe, the once-boyish demigod, now hunches with age, and his face is etched with the weight of decades.

I almost guessed right, but it’s age not youth.

Worse, Juan has been replaced by a woman, her features quite different to what once was.

Even Starchief, this new captain, seems … he looks closer. Subdued?

A cold dread begins to slither down Elvin's spine.

These aren’t elaborate costumes. These are marks sacrifice. The crew had paid the price, and a heavy one at that.

Elvin's space brownie facade falters, replaced by a sliver of something akin to… fear.

I signed on for an easy getaway, and maybe a little whimsical adventure, not to witness the theft of someone’s very lifespan.

The gravity of the situation settles on him, heavy and almost suffocating. He was forgetting something. Something important.

What about ME?

Elvin's gut clenches as his gaze darts back to Joan, the woman who had undeniably been Juan just moments ago.

Panic claws at his throat, and a cold sweat prickles his skin.

I’m still male right? I’m make an awful Queen of Thieves!

His hands dart down to pat himself – a ridiculous, reflexive check. His breath sighs with relief.

Still there. Good.

Despite the crew's transformations, it seems the time relic had no interest in faerie anatomy. A strangled laugh escapes his lips.

Captain Andra Sekona wrote: ↑Sun Jul 07, 2024 8:09 pm When Exe explains his plan, Captain Sekona says "Do it, but do it fast. We're out of time. I sent everyone else back, but I'm your backup. Don't let me down." He gives Exe the smile old friends would give to reassure him that they've got this. Charm: 1d100: [62] = 62 /5% - FAIL

Elvin’s thieving fingers twitch as he listens to Starchief issue orders.

He scoffs, a harsh sound that cuts through Starchief's attempt at bravado. Hardly reassuring!

Activating Enhanced Perception (-10 ISP) the faerie goes into ‘professional thief’ mode.
His rune knife, an ever-present companion, materialises in his hand as if by magic. And his emerald eyes scan everything around him, taking in every detail, every potential escape route, and every unguarded pocket that might hold a treasure to distract him from the gnawing fear that threatens to consume him whole.

“Oh, jolly good then, captain,” he replies.

“Facing down the apocalypse sounds like a walk in the park."

When the group moves, Elvin follows.

Joan Echo · Post by **Joan Echo** » Fri Jul 12, 2024 6:29 am

Perception (33%) 1d100<33: [30*] = 1
JiC 1d20: [7] = 7 / 1d100: [100] = 100

Armor
Splugorth Talisman of Armor of Ithan (activated twice) 100/100
NE-BA-26 Special Body Armor (black and gold)
M.D.C. by Location:

Helmet: 60
Arms: 50 each
Legs: 60 each
Main Body: 48/140

Teal bowling shirt
Cargo shorts
Action sandals
HPC bracelet

Weapons
Magical clubs with the Rings of Sha Los (2)
NE-200 Plasma Cartridge Machine-Gun 17/40 (one spare magazine)

It is the day after Jonny and his motley crew of urqos took Thraxus back to Center. Joan Echo surveys the carnage from her brother's most recent visit to the planet Yaya. On one hand, half of the quests to her international banquet turned into demons and countless urqos died in the ensuing fight. On the other, he only stayed for two days and didn't have the chance to ruin any more banquets. He didn't leave any jilted exes, this time either. Too bad, some of those urqos you brought looked cute. Not allowed. Why? It's different when they're your travel companions. And tell me how many of your 'travel companions' did you make sauce for?

As the handurqos scrub down main hall, Joan puts on some music on the loud speakers. And thus begins one of the Hostess' most cherished rites, the cleansing celebration. While it is nowhere close to the rager that Joan hosted the night before, the cleansing celebration is a raucous affair where the urqos clean the Echo Twins' tower with hors d'oeuvres, caviar imported (smuggled) from the planet Mama, cocktails, and "Champ Agnes sparkling wine for everyone!"

The Hostess grabs two bottles, and pressing her thumbs underneath the corks pops them open in a stream of bubbles. Several of the handurqos drop their sponges as they see the alcohol spill down the freshly cleaned tiles. "Let's call it a sacrifice," Joan jokes.

Joni, we don't make sacrifices, the urqos make sacrifices to us...

It is one minute before a series of rifts throughout the Three Galaxies explode killing billions. The Galactic Adventurers have found the inter-dimensional weapon of mass destruction on Kron Omega. The last time they were here they tried to save everyone, and more died for their efforts. This time things will be different.

For one thing, Joan Echo finds her brother's custom EBA slightly bigger than she's used to. The same goes for his clothes - the tank top is too tight, the cargo shorts are too baggy, but she's been going Commando for centuries*. She stumbles forward but leans her self on Juan's magical staff. "Where the fux am I?"

She takes her helmet off, revealing her face to the Galactic Adventurers. She looks at them and it starts to make sense. "Draggor... Urqos Andra... where's my brother?"

Juan? What happened? The last thing I said was that 'we don't make sacrifices'... What were you supposed to sacrifice? The psychic bond between Yayamama siblings is something that transcends the laws of physics. Most of the time it is like a second consciousness, but every once in a while it sharpens into a psionic link where the two can communicate directly. This is one of those moments. Nothing. We were just traveling in time and... now I'm here and where the fux are you? I think I'm back home**. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE BACK HOME?!?!" We used a time relic and there seem to have been some unintended consequences.

"CONSEQUENCES!?!?" She glances at Exe, who is now a fit young man, and to Draggor, whose skin has changed, and to Andra, who is going through an emo phase. Some consequences doesn't even begin to cover whatever you did. When I get back to Yaya we are going to have a serious reckoning.

Urqos Andra wrote: ↑Sun Jul 07, 2024 8:09 pm"Do it, but do it fast. We're out of time. I sent everyone else back, but I'm your backup. Don't let me down."

"Right then, gentleurqos. Let's get back to the ship." If Juan's cosmic armor has been transferred over to Joan, she will use it to fly back with the others. If not, she will turn to Metri and say, "Urqos... Metri, is it? Jonny says you are a skilled mage. Can you cast a spell so I can keep up with everyone?"

??? wrote: ↑Thu Jul 11, 2024 4:43 am"Oh, jolly good then, captain. Facing down the apocalypse sounds like a walk in the park."

"I didn't see you on the planet Yaya," Joan says. "How did you get roped into this mess?"

*Now available, Commando Brand Unisex Undergarments! Commando Undergarments, protecting everyone in the Three Galaxies!
**High one the Chirpa Plateau, the Wanderer finds himself back home. In one instant he is about to travel back in time. In the next, he is standing on the dais holding two bubbling bottles of Champ Agnes. Joan's house gown a little tight at the waist but otherwise breathes nicely, going Commando has never felt so liberating. Joan?What happened? The last thing you said was 'we don't make sacrifices'...
All of Joan's handurqos don't immediately seem to notice the change. Instead they are looking at the bubbles spilling on the freshly cleaned tile. Those holding drinks in their hands smile at each other and then fling them at Juan. "A sacrifice to our Hostess!" they shout.
The urqos only realize that something is off when they see Juan, not Joan, is drenched. But none of them regret throwing their drinks at him. After all, it's his mess they're cleaning up.

Draggor · Post by **Draggor** » Fri Jul 12, 2024 8:49 pm

Perception: 1d100: [89] = 89 | 27%
JIC: 1d20: 1d20: [8] = 8 | 1d100: [88] = 88

Post
The group has made a harrowing decision. Icky's chanting hypnotizes the creature, allowing them to fall into a familiar trance, much like The Void where they spent countless eons, indistinguishable from non existence save for the fact that another incursion into their home realm rebooted... nearly everything. In this state, Draggor, all of them, are in equal standing: the vessel to control rendered to irrelevance and thus freeing all of these past lives.

What is this? A reset?
No, this is different, we, I'm alive!
Assssss am I!
Where am I?
Back off, you had your time!
I know what must be done...
We must tread carefully...

As the swirling vortex focuses into a scene, Kron Omega, all of these suddenly vibrant lives have something at stake again: life! Versions of the immortal monster trapped as passive camera lenses, some for as long as they've been in the Three Galaxies, all champing at the bit to get that learned second shot, and to avoid, or at least prolong, the type of destruction that brings along a reset and fresh personality.

I'll destroy all in our way!
We have a promise to keep, then can do as we please.
Agreed, we must be like the rest of them.
Still under surveillance, still in trouble, must leave!
Space relic could take us home...

However it's that somewhat early voice, the one that truly could appreciate this alternative lifestyle, that breaches the Three Stooges Syndrome:

Too old, too angry, too cold, too boring, too caring, THIS IS FOR ME!

Solidly in the past... now the present? Draggor has materialized, the exterior only a slight change compared to what churns within. Once vibrant armored gold and deep fleshy purples, their carapace now appears shades of grey and white: dried, time worn bone. The fleshy parts are intermixed with shades of lighter blues and pinks, exemplifying the twisted internal struggles now made stronger by this sacrifice. And those glowing, crimson red eyes? Swapped for an ethereal glowing neon blue: the dead are in control.

"Ahhhh yessssss! Been too long, we.. I.. remember!" The rest of the GA are going through similar impactful experiences, with the two most externally obvious being Exe and Juan, err... Joan. "Exe! You gave so much!" As for the transposed godling, the creature approaches without hesitation, unlike their initial meeting. "We wondered what the Relic had in store for Juan, but this? For better or worse, welcome, and The Lost one sends their regards," and with that Draggor bows.

All of those internal voices are practically screaming for the pilot to get out of this situation. WE CAN'T WAIT! YOU HEARD THE ORDERS! Don't be so dramatic, we're going. The creature makes sure Ghast is able to keep up, and as for Metri? The beast casually hoists him up with an arm towards their hide covered shoulder. "Lost One had fondness for you," the tone a mix of flippant and ponderous, not sure how either will regard one another going forward.

With the crew on the way out of the building, Draggor gives two more calls, one to Elvin, "Huh, good luck freshie", and the other directed to Andra, "O Captain My Captain! Doing the best we can!"

Elvin · Post by **Elvin** » Fri Jul 12, 2024 9:21 pm

((rolls carried over))

Elvin's relief at not having lost his gender gives way to a plan. I haven't changed. At least I don't think so. Maybe because I'm new? But here's a wonderful opportunity. Let's fake a change! They'll never know it's fake, how could they? Look, everyone's different! What did I say before the time travel? "I give away my law abiding tendencies." Ha! Genius! Perfection! It's a giant shiny get out of jail free card, if I'm ever caught now, it's just an effect of my noble sacrifice. It's not MY fault, it's the time device, and my noble sacrifice to it! Let's give them a physical difference to get their thoughts moving in the right direction, and let them discover the sudden compulsion to steal on their own, should I ever be caught.

And with that Elvin slowly allows himself to grow in size. It's a faerie ability of his, and within moments he is no longer 12 inches tall, but rather 5 feet tall! Elvin totally ignores the change, letting others discover this on their own.

Joan Echo wrote: ↑Fri Jul 12, 2024 6:29 am "I didn't see you on the planet Yaya," Joan says. "How did you get roped into this mess?"

Elvin's head tilts to the side and a look of genuine confusion crosses his face. "Planet Yaya?" he echoes, his voice tinged with uncertainty. He hadn't the faintest recollection of such a place. His mind races, trying to piece together the puzzle as he answers her question with the right amount of vagueness.

"Oh, it's quite a simple story really," replies a much larger Elvin. He's possibly larger than Exe now. "A space brownie looking for a new home outside of Windscape. Naturally, it found its way to their vessel. Turns out, the ship is crewed by adventurers with a rather peculiar penchant for time travel using a gender bending, youth stealing, personality twisting time travel machine!"

Heh heh. And I gave away my 'law abiding tendencies'. Are any of you quick enough to notice what I said before all this happened? Now I'm obviously a larger faerie as you can all see, and will any wonder at possible personality changes? No? Well maybe you'll see in time. And if I'm ever caught the blame falls on you lot not me and my noble sacrifice! We all have to be accepting of the changes we've been dealt by cruel Fate mustn't we?

As to the question of Joan, there's only one logical conclusion in Elvin's mind.

"So, you're not a female version of Juan? You've swapped physical places." He says as his gaze drifts over to other crew members looking for more changes.

He puts in a show of not comprehending his change in physical size. "I'm still not sure what your Time Relic has done to me! I feel... different.. is my voice deeper?? Never mind, whatever happened you'll have to live with it I suppose."

Draggor wrote: ↑Fri Jul 12, 2024 8:49 pm With the crew on the way out of the building, Draggor gives two more calls, one to Elvin, "Huh, good luck freshie"

"One makes one's own luck," he replies cheerfully, eyeballing Draggor's attire for anything useful worth stealing.

Draggor wrote: ↑Fri Jul 12, 2024 8:49 pm and the other directed to Andra, "O Captain My Captain! Doing the best we can!"

Time to join in and make a friend. He echoes Draggor, directing a tone of mock sincerity to the Captain, "Yes, your strength gives us strength."

Turning to Draggor he asks quietly, "You wouldn't happen to have some grenades or anything useful would you?"

Draggor · Post by **Draggor** » Sat Jul 13, 2024 10:33 am

((rolls carried))

Draggor notices Elvin's roving eyes, misinterpreting the intent. For what the space brownie actually wants, the creature has minimal gear: a mostly shredded bodysuit (save for modesty), a big ole rail gun with ammo, and their Daisho-10 multiweapon in blade form.

Elvin wrote:"One makes one's own luck,"

"Good outlook! Maybe we'll make some together," the creature laughs. What are you doing? Having a chat while we escape? Draggor winces slightly, while muttering to themself, "Never was this loud before..."

Elvin wrote:"You wouldn't happen to have some grenades or anything useful would you?"

The creature laughs again, "We ARE the grenades," and with their free hand, holds it palm up before Elvin and produces a glowing and potent energy orb before extinguishing it. "Can probably get you armed at the ship since you're part of the crew now."

Joan Echo · Post by **Joan Echo** » Sat Jul 13, 2024 12:27 pm

<Rolls carry>

Additional rolls
Streetwise (45%) 1d100<45: [30*] = 1 - Does Elvin's story check out?

As the Galactic Adventurers return to the ship, Joan has a chance to get to know the team a bit more. She already knows Draggor, but they have changed dramatically.

Draggor wrote: ↑Fri Jul 12, 2024 8:49 pm"We wondered what the Relic had in store for Juan, but this? For better or worse, welcome, and The Lost one sends their regards."

Lost One? Draggor had lived many lives, so maybe this is a new one. But they send their regards. Joan smiles wistfully. "I hope the Lost One is safe. And you are?"

Elvin wrote: ↑Fri Jul 12, 2024 9:21 pm"Oh, it's quite a simple story really. A space brownie looking for a new home outside of Windscape. Naturally, it found its way to their vessel. Turns out, the ship is crewed by adventurers with a rather peculiar penchant for time travel using a gender bending, youth stealing, personality twisting time travel machine!I'm still not sure what your Time Relic has done to me! I feel... different.. is my voice deeper?? Never mind, whatever happened you'll have to live with it I suppose."

A space brownie? Yeah, Joni, that's Elvin. He snuck on our ship after things went horribly wrong on Kron Omega. Which is why we had to use the time relic, you see we were supposed to stop that device but... "That's a lot to take in," Joan mutters but then looks at Elvin carefully. "So, a stowaway that joined my brother's friends? "

Elvin wrote: ↑Fri Jul 12, 2024 9:21 pm"So, you're not a female version of Juan? You've swapped physical places. "

"No, I am his twin sister, Joan. I am the Goddess of Hospitality within the Yayamama Pantheon, a balance to Juan, who is the God of Travelers. And I should warn you, I am far less gullible than my brother." She eyes Elvin suspiciously and then says, "So what's your deal? And be honest. I have met my share of fae over the centuries, and they always keep secrets. You haven't even told me your name. And are you really a brownie, or are you some other kind of fae?"

Exe · Post by **Exe** » Sat Jul 13, 2024 3:22 pm

Exe wrote: ↑Sun Jul 07, 2024 5:58 pm Perception: 1d100: [3] = 3 /42%
JiC: 1d20: [5] = 5 / 1d100: [89] = 89

Conditions: Sense Rifts [110 miles] | Sense Dimensional Vortex | Res to Cold/Fire (1/2) | Bio-Regen 1d6*5/min | Sixth Sense [Inactive] |

MDC: 142/142
PPE: 291/291
ISP: 60/60
Personal FF, Deactivated: 110/110
|

Skills:
Invoke Trust: 1d100: [95] = 95 /86% (People of Alexandria, please trust me) Dues Ex Crit Success purchased

Communication Rift: [roll]1d4[/roll]: [3] = 3 melees/45 seconds / 1d100: [60] = 60 /61% to target Alexandria by using the sub-rift.

Skills:
Pilot, Spacecraft General: 1d100: [41] = 41 /60% [Help the ship take off, for the first time.]

Post:

Exe looks to Joan, the now-taller Elvin, Draggor and the others as they slowly follow Captain Sekona's orders. The older demi-gods former enthusiasm and patience seems limited as Elvin makes yet another spectacle. What an embellisher. Exe scoffs, unsure how to feel about the faerie. "Get going, now. We can examine what happened to us safely in orbit." Where hopefully we can see a better result than the Flash event that happened last time.. Exe is still unsure about what to expect but resigns at being unable to do more with the time given. Pity my time magic doesn't allow me greater control; I must invest in more advanced temporal magic.

Metri wrote:"Originating from Kron Omega!"

Exe nods to Metri and adds that too his message. "The attack is originating from the PPL Pyramid on Kron Omega." Exe adds to his message. Better they know as much as possible, I wish I could tell them more but we don't have the time to stay and send a huge message. Exe thinks as he readies himself to leave as well. When Exe finishes sending his message, he flies away with Cosmic Armor. Matthew close in tow. He'll carry Captain Sekona with him if the Captain's jetpack proves slower, and straight to the bridge.

Exe will wait to see the results of what happens before he cares to examine what happened to him or the others. When he arrives back to the ship, if it's not already taking off, he will tell the DSM to take off. "Get us in orbit!" Exe tells the A.I. of the ship as he flies to the bridge. If the DSM can't take off by itself, Exe will try to take off. The more immediate threat and its consequences weighing heavily on the demigod.

Elvin · Post by **Elvin** » Sat Jul 13, 2024 9:19 pm

((rolls carried))

Joan Echo wrote: ↑Sat Jul 13, 2024 12:27 pm A space brownie? Yeah, Joni, that's Elvin. He snuck on our ship after things went horribly wrong on Kron Omega. Which is why we had to use the time relic, you see we were supposed to stop that device but... "That's a lot to take in," Joan mutters but then looks at Elvin carefully. "So, a stowaway that joined my brother's friends? "

Elvin wrote: ↑Fri Jul 12, 2024 9:21 pm"So, you're not a female version of Juan? You've swapped physical places. "

Joan Echo wrote: ↑Sat Jul 13, 2024 12:27 pm "No, I am his twin sister, Joan. I am the Goddess of Hospitality within the Yayamama Pantheon, a balance to Juan, who is the God of Travelers. And I should warn you, I am far less gullible than my brother." She eyes Elvin suspiciously and then says, "So what's your deal? And be honest. I have met my share of fae over the centuries, and they always keep secrets. You haven't even told me your name. And are you really a brownie, or are you some other kind of fae?"

Elvin is about to answer the godling when Exe, now a crusty eldery man with patience issues, chimes in.

Exe wrote: ↑Sat Jul 13, 2024 3:22 pm Exe scoffs, unsure how to feel about the faerie. "Get going, now. We can examine what happened to us safely in orbit."

The faerie raises an eyebrow and nods obediently. Yes better hurry, the apocalypse won't wait and we don't know how much time Exe has left. Has he been aged, or is he aging? Might every minute in the past drain his life further? Should I ask, or will he burst a blood vessel from the pressure? I should keep it to myself.

Elvin throws Joan an apologetic look, and hurriedly flies in the direction he is bid.

Exe wrote: ↑Sat Jul 13, 2024 3:22 pm "Get us in orbit!" Exe tells the A.I. of the ship as he flies to the bridge. If the DSM can't take off by itself, Exe will try to take off. The more immediate threat and its consequences weighing heavily on the demigod.

As Elvin secures himself into a seat in the bridge, he cannot resist a quick appraisal of Exe. The aged demigod fascinates him, for aging is indeed an alien thing to the faerie. Peering at Exe's wrinkly eyes, eyes once filled with the fire of youth, the fairy believes he spies a tired air of resignation. Elvin imagines the state of Exe's blood pressure. Surely, a good deal of stress will coax those bulging veins into a spectacular display. Are they likely to burst?

Once the ship is underway, Elvin turns his attention back to Joan. Her questions were good ones, and the intergalactic thief always had answers on hand for such occasions.

A smirk creeps onto his face as he considers what he was asked. Alrighty, this is a godling, and one can't be sure what sorts of lie detection magics such a being of power might have up her sleeves. So, let's be truthful. Or at least, truthful enough.

What did she say she was? The faerie thinks back. Goddess of Hospitality? Perfect! Let's play to her motherly sensibilities!

"Where were we? Oh yes." Elvin makes a show of thinking back, and speaks as truthfully as he is able. "Am I really a brownie, or some other kind of fae? Well, I'm really one of a kind. My own homeworld was taken away and my folk are either long dead or enslaved. If you must know, the Kreeghor did that. I took to the stars to survive. Like a brownie I wander from home to home, and like a brownie I can work wonders with a mop and bucket. Did you know there's fourteen ways to fold sheets? Better than a brownie, when I iron trousers, you will see neat creases!" The faerie buffs his nails on his jacket, obviously brimming with pride at his professional housekeeping skills.

"Before that, what was I?" the faerie openly reminiscences, choosing a path that doesn't lead to speaking about his career as an intergalactic criminal. He decides to hint at what world he is from, but does not openly say it is the silhouette homeworld. "I was a king. A little king mind you, in a world where twilight reigned supreme. My fae court was jubilant and hidden in the deepest depths of the world. It was a wonderful few millenias, but still, the Kreegor found even us."

"So, I was not born a brownie," Elvin concludes, preparing for his final line which he hoped would seal the deal, "but I take a lot of inspiration from them. Wandering about, trying to remain unseen, yet seeking the hospitality of strangers."

Changing the subject, he leans in and eyes what he thinks might be a bulging vein in Exe's neck. "Is he going to be alright? Is he still aging?" He raises an eyebrow. "Is he still shrinking? Is he still aging AND shrinking?"

Draggor · Post by **Draggor** » Sun Jul 14, 2024 9:22 am

(( Rolls carried, presuming these conversations resume on the ship ))

Joan wrote:"I hope the Lost One is safe. And you are?"

The ever tooth filled grin bestowed upon Joan best carries the savory descriptor. "We are Draggor. The one you met is gone, but remembered. I was gone, but am fortunately here now! We are so much more than the Lost One." The fluency of the creature's speech has smoothed out drastically, and the accent is... not that of an escaped combat slave. It's also surely old, centuries possibly.

This crew is not prepared for us.
They let me in.
You were a cakewalk in comparison!

Draggor continues after some mental interruptions, "You were hospitable to our kind once before, allow us to return the favor with Datephus."

Talon · Post by **Talon** » Sun Jul 14, 2024 4:00 pm

Perception: 1d100: [5] = 5 /42%
JIC: 1d20: [5] = 5 ; 1d100: [4] = 4

Talon drops to a knee as the world returns to where they were before. His helmet hiding his face he looks to simply be kneeling with a photo in his hands. Talon trembles with the terror of loosing something from his mind. What the hell was that? What is this? A picture? Bloodstained picture? Who are they? Why is the picture stained with blood? Why do I feel the need to never let this go. What the hell happened to me? Talon can't shake the feeling of wrongness as he stares at the picture, lost in the pleasant looks the two people are giving to the camera. Talon slowly stands to take stock of where they have been deposited. Really? Only this far? This is what we get for relaying on magic to solve all our damn problems. Talon hears the call to fall back to the ship and he finally takes stock of everyone else around him. What the hell!?!?!

Talon watches as Exe uses magic to send a warning to Alexandria. Is that enough? Was it really so simple? Leave one planet so the three galaxies can be spared? Seems so simple when we Were talking about it in hindsight. I swear Fingerling. I'm going to find you.

As the make their escape, Talon instinctively moves to the pilot's chair and grabs the controls same as he did last time. As he begins working the controls to get them airborne he finally speaks up, "I don't like where we ended up. I hope this is enough to get things back on track. After this we still have to hunt down the bastard who set this all up." Talon's hand unconsciously moves to feel the picture as he talks about hunting down Fingerling. And I need answers myself. Fracking bloody useless magic.

Pilot: Spacecraft: Small 1d100: [55] = 55 /90%

Post by **Dark Lord** » Mon Jul 15, 2024 5:11 pm

Back to the Future
With one exception, you’re back. It takes a beat to sort out your situation. But Exe is the first to spring into action, swallowing his disappointment at so many plans lost to do the only thing they can- try and warn Alexandria. The other portals in the room aren’t behaving like normal rifts, but they’re doing something to the interdimensional fabric that seems a little analogous to interference. The adept shifter manages to barely get his communication rift stabilized, and calls through to anybody who might be within hearing distance on the other side. Metri tries to add some helpful details too, just as the rift collapses. You have to fight back against the pit in your stomach as you push aside your worries- whether word got out, and whether there was anyone there to hear it, but there’s no time.

Several of you are distracted by the changes you’ve undergone. Exe and Juan (Joan) are the most obvious but judging by the way Draggor, Talon, and Ghast are acting the changes that aren’t readily apparent may be more troublesome in the long run. A few of you are tempted to start talking to one another, sorting out the details and making sense of what has happened but Andra gives the order to return to the ship once Exe’s rift closes. Exe himself is uncharacteristically responsible as he urges the team to save their chitchat for when they’re safely away. Even with Joan and the others readily agreeing, Elvin has a chance to take in his surroundings.

The faerie has been to some exotic locales in his time, but this one sure seems to top the list. Old stonework interlaced with what might be precious metals, except they’re glowing so it’s undoubtedly magical. Maybe techno-wizard. The whole apparatus centers on some massive display of energy in the center of the room, coruscating out into a single (and slightly translucent) rift. If you pass a galactic lore check you’ll recognize Alexandira, the adoptive True Atlantean homeworld, but even without it the group’s dialogue will give you enough context to figure it out. Their nonchalance at the whole display also suggests that they’ve been here before, as does the rather appalling array of corpses, body parts, blood, and guts littering the room. Is that acid damage?!? You’ve seen military campaigns that were more restrained. There’s little of value to be had here, and as tempted as you are to try and pry some of the goodies out of the wall the whole glowing with magic thing really adds to the group’s sense of urgency. As Exe’s rift slams shut, you waste little time in getting out of there.

Everyone except Joan does, that is. Try as she might the goddess just cannot seem to manage more than a moderate jog- any attempt to run faster and she simply stumbles over her own two feet. None of you recall seeing her like this back on planet Yaya, and it’s plain from Joan’s reaction that she did not expect this either. Fortunately, it is a simple matter for Exe (or someone else) to scoop the godling up and help her on her way. You all make it back to the Dime Store Magic without issue, although because of the delay you don’t quite clear orbit in time to avoid whatever’s in Fingerling’s complex from activating. However there are some important differences from last time.

Datephus remains online- and indeed, seems a little confused if anyone expresses concern. Likewise the ship continues its smooth ascent into orbit. Those of you actively watching out a window (and who passed your perception check last round) will note a dimming of the lights on Kron Omega as you depart, but even then Datephus will note a 14% reduction in planetary electricity usage at the time of the activation. There is no sign of any catastrophe or explosion, and once you’ve cleared the system you are able to use both communications and the phase transceiver normally. No word from Alexandria, however. Or the rest of the UWW. While you can remain in orbit for a time, none of you feels completely comfortable in a somewhat hostile system so eventually Andra gives the order to warp the ship back to Phase World (Thraxus is very loudly impatient to return, as well). There, Datephus is able to park at your usual berth without incident.

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