THE KETHERIC-HIVE AFFAIR (Balder's Gate 3 in Space! Quest)

BORN TO TIEF, WORLD IS FUCK
NAME: Karlach Cliffgate
RACE: Tiefling
HIT DIE/MELEE DAMAGE: 1d12 | HIT POINTS: 21/21 | LUCK: 6/6
PROFF: +2
XP: 0 | LEVEL: 2

STRENGTH​
DEXTERITY​
CONSTITUTION​
INTELLIGENCE​
WISDOM​
CHARISMA​
16 (+3)​
16 (+3)​
13 (+1)​
8 (-1)​
10 (+0)​
12 (+1)​
Save: +5​
Save: +5​
Save: +3​
Save: +1​
Save: +2​
Save: +3​

RACIALIZED TRAITS
Darkvision: Can see 100 feet in darkness without colors. Born this way, ma called it 20/Evil vision.
Light Sleeper: Only needs four hours of sleep for a long rest. Learned this in CapFor - nap when you got it.
Energy Resistance [Fire]: Take 1/2 damage from fire. This is why we got the cheap apartments, near the radiators.
Speed Malus: -1 meter of movement per round. Gorby Jr. is a pain in the ass.
Hider: Can hide when even only lightly obscure. Learned to duck pretty fast in the military.
ABLITIES
Action Surge (1/rest): Can take an extra action, refreshes on a short rest.
Reckless attack: Can gain advantage on Str based attacks while giving enemies advantage to hit you.
Rage (2/day): can go into a rage for 1 minute, gaining advantage on str checks and saves, +2 to str damage, reistance to B, P and S damage. Can't cast spells while raging.
Fighting Styles: Defensive (+1 to AC while wearing armor), Ranged (+2 to hit with ranged weapons), Blind Fighting (gain blindsight to 10 ft)
Second Wind (1/rest): Can use a bonus action to get 1d10+Level HP.
Natural Explorer: Ensure that the group has enough vac-suits and full tanks unless enemies take specific actions to negate it. When trapped with limited resources, double what the GM says you have. Create 3 shifts as a crew, rather than 2. Can patch suit as a free action. once per session, you can declare one thing to be true about a space station, habitat or spaceship - if the GM refuses, you're given a Luck Point.
Favored Enemy (Fascists): Get advantage on Wisdom (Survival) to track them and Intelligence rolls to know about their tactics.
Broad Proficiency: Martial Weapons, Heavy Weapons
Single Proficiency: Vac-Suits, Light, Medium, Heavy
Tool Proficiency: Repair, Shuttles, Armored Fighting Vehicle
Fighter's Luck: Get x3 LP per level.
Skills [8]: Skilled in Athletics, Acrobatics, Stealth, Perception, Persuasion, Performance, Intimidation, Insight
Expertise [2]: Expertise in Athletics and Stealth (double proff bonus.)​

GEAR

Armored Vac Suit (AC 19, 7 Bulletproof)
Bulletproof: AC applies to gunfire. If an enemy rolls 8-17, remove 1 bulletproof.)​
M-Gloves: Can create two mage hands as a free action, controlled by focused

Collapsable Knife: +5 to hit, 1d12+3 damage
Concealable: Advantage to hiding, -1 intimidation
Sharp: Deals 3 damage on a miss.​

MP-5: The Solar System's sexiest SMG
Effective Range: 0-25 Meters | 25-50 Meters
Damage: 1d4+3| Caliber: Medium | Recoil: 4 | ROF: 8 | Magazine: 30+1 | Intimidation: +3
Special: Tacti-Cool (comes with a built in, infinite use wand of Ray of Frost, which can be fired from the weapon whenever you want.)
Underslung DC8-ROFW: 60 foot range, 1d8 frost damage, reduces enemy movement speed by 10 feet on a hit.​

Arachne 9mm
Effective Range: 0-50 Meters
Damage: 1d4+3 | Caliber: Medium | Recoil: 7 | ROF: 3 | Magazine: 15+1 | Intimidation: +2
Special: Frangible - you can buy Small Caliber rounds for this to reduce the recoil to 4.​

23 magazines fully stocked of 9mm rounds

Standard patch kit
Effect: It can patch any hole of about palm size or smaller. Unfortunately, since they're designed to be 'slap and forget' patches, they can't really patch bigger holes effectively. Fortunately, you can apply them as a free action.

Computer Tool Kit
Effect: The computer tool kit is the collection of various lengths of wire, soldering gun, screwdriver (magnetized) and other nibbly little bits you need to do repair work on a computer, physically speaking. This won't do anything to debug it, unless you're being really literal about debugging here.

Cuffband
Effect: A plastic set of restraints. Good for dissidents, bounties and, until the Supreme Court's decision re Staton V Solarium Primary School, unruly children.

FINANCES

Q-Card: +0
Specie: 1 Gold

LEGALITY
Current Hab Legality: Not in Hab
Intimidation: Not in Hab
Total Criminality: Not in hab


STARSHIP - USAF-SGF Short Sword (Drizzit Class)
Acceleration Max: 3Gs | Handling: +4
Sensors: 5 Locks, 2 Jams

STRUCTURE SPACES: 300
Thrusters (10): 25 [10 Armor]
Externalities (9-4): 85 [0 Armor]​
Weapons: 72​
2 Fore, 2 Starboard, 2 Port, 2 Aft, 2 Dorsal, 2 Ventral S&R Draconic Limited Twin Linked 40mm PDCs
1 Dorsal Multipurpose 32cm Launch Tube​
EW/COM: 5​
D98 Panopticon Installation​
Cargo: 6 Tons​
Life Support (3): 39 [10 Armor]​
Radiators: 10
Water Recycling & Air Filtering: 15
Cabins: 10 (6 Bunk Rooms, 3 Cabins, 1 Officer's Cabin)
Sickbay: 5
Mess Hall: 5​
Command, Control & Communication (2): 5 [10 Armor]
Engines (1): 90 [10 Armor]
ARMERMENT
S&R Draconic Limited PDCs
Range: 0 | Damage: 1 Damage
ROF: 4d10 | Special: +5 to hit Torpedoes

32cm Launch Tube
Range: N/A | Damage: Per torpedo
ROF: 3 per round | Capacity: 17 Torpedoes

MD-82b Armor Piercing Chemical Torpedoes (12)
Special Note: These use high density hydrogen fuel bricks and have an extremely short duration
Acceleration: 20G | Handling: +4
Structure: 3​
Thrusters: -
Externalities (9-4): 1 [Armor 1]​
Weapon: 1​
High Yield Armor Piercing Warhead: 30 damage​
Life Support: -
Command, Control & Communication: -
Engine: 1​

T2-9 Tactical Nuclear Interplanetary Ballistic Missiles (5) [INOPERABLE]
Special Note: These use Zevar drives and have infinite range.
Acceleration: 10G | Handling: +4
Structure: 3​
Thrusters: -
Externalities (9-4): 2​
Weapon: 2​
Tactical Nuclear Warhead: 300 Damage (5km radius)​
Life Support: -
Command, Control & Communication: -
Engine: 1​
Description: A 300 ton warship, the Short Sword comes armed with 12 point defense cannons capable of covering every angle of attack and a 3 tube dorsal mounted torpedo bay, with 20 torpedoes, currently stocked with 15 MD82b antiarmor torpedoes that burn high density hydrogen fuel (making them high speed, short range), and 5 IPBMs with 30 kiloton tactical nuclear warheads. These have Zevar drives. They do not have "range" limitations.
 
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[X] "Why the fuck are those watches so godsdamn expensive?"

Ethel's a real interesting character tbh, like her a lot

I wonder what that mirror does, specifically
 
Green Light, Yellow Light, Red Cap (2.8)
You stood there for a moment, thinking furiously

You just...

That...

She...

You...

"Fuck you."

It popped out as you glared at her, then turned for the door. Stopped. Turned back. "Also! I wanna fuck Shadowheart too!" You thrust your finger at her, declaratively as her left eyebrow rose up in an arch.

You turned back, stomped to the door, grabbed it, stepped through, and slammed it shut. You grunted at the sudden jerk at your back, realized what had happened, opened the door and let Gorby Jr. waddle out, then glared back in at Auntie Ethel. "And why the fuck are those goddamn watches so fucking expensive? Who the fuck spends four thousand dollars on a fucking watch? You know who?" You glared at her even harder as your portable heart finished waddling past you. "Humans. Humans with too much time on their hands. Dwarves, at least, know to buy something fucking worth while and goblins will put tits on the fucking thing!"

You slammed the door, hard, then turned and walked down the corridor, trembling with adrenaline.

You came out to the dance floor.

Gale was standing with Lae'zel and Wyll by the jukebox, which had a weird little jobby connected to it - a CRT set, wires, speakers and a microphone. Wyll was explaining: "So, it means Empty Orchestra in a dead language - I think it was one of the elvish tongues, but, it survived into orbit."

"How does this contraption work?" Gale asked.

"So, you pick a song, then you sing along with it," Wyll said, then spotting you, he grinned. "Ah! Cliffgate! Get over here!"

You walked over, trying to figure out how to explain to them what had happened with the mirror and such - but then Wyll excitedly continued. "So, you and Lae'zel, I think...could sing..." He tossed you a microphone. You caught it, reflexively as Wyll turned and started fiddling with the jukebox. Lae'zel snorted, loudly.

"What is this absurdity?" she asked, sneering.

"What, they don't have songs in the Eternal Empire?" Gale asked, sounding deeply, deeply amused.

Lae'zel snorted. "We have songs that split the skies, primer. The endless seas of the astral plane are shaped by song and thought - I merely find the idea that your so called music will be a challenge after my time in the khi'lhar, the Songwall. I harmonized with Githzerai." She sneered at him. "Your pathetic melodies will be-"

"Hey!" Wyll turned to face her. "You can't call Genesis pathetic."

"Uh..." You said. "Do we got time for this? I think we should, uh...go soon?"

"Is it an emergency?" Wyll asked.

You glanced around. "I may have honked off Auntie Ethel."

Wyll frowned. "It's not like she can start shooting at us in the club. And the door's right there." He nodded. "Lets at least play it cool until someone makes a move, right? I'll go and tell Shadowheart, Astarion and Raphael."

"Right," you said. "Okay. We'll provide a distraction. Right. This makes sense." You grinned at Lae'zel, trying to not get butterflies. "Ready for- wait, did you say Genesis?"

Wyll grinned, gave you some finger guns, then walked backwards towards the table as the jukebox armed up. The CRT started to project grainy blue text on a white background, with pixilated flowers bouncing around as the synths started. You bobbed your head. Lae'zel's ears twitched and then flattened back against her head, narrowing her eyes as she glowered at the screen. You grinned, then leaned into her, holding the microphone between yourselves.

Well I've been waiting, waiting here so long
But thinking nothing, nothing could go wrong, ooh now I know
She has a built in ability
To take everything she sees
And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her


Lae'zel sang with a fierce intensity - belting out the lyrics. You tried to actually sound like Phil Collins. Like, he was a gnome, but you could still do it. You bumped her shoulder, spun around and stood before Lae'zel, grinning and belted out.

She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart

You clutched at your chest, dancing away from Lae'zel. Despite herself, you swore one of her ears was twitching up.

She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart


Lae'zel had to move her hips now. It was impossible not too. You leaned forward and sang together into the mic.

Well I don't really know her, I only know her name
But she crawls under your skin
You're never quite the same, and now I know
She's got something you just can't trust
And it's something mysterious

And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her
She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart


You were sweating a bit once it was done, and Lae'zel nodded, then tossed aside the microphone carelessly. It crashed to the floor and half the bar patrons glowered at her as she said: "Acceptable."

"New Wave is not just acceptable," you said, harrumphing.

Shadowheart, Astarion, Gale, Wyll and an increasingly nervous looking Raphael came ambling over. Gale picked up the microphone and tucked it back next to the jukebox, which was playing on random. The next record clicked over while Wyll murmured. "Now, I think we should be going," he said. "We have noticed that quite a few more redcaps have been arriving."

"Ah," you said, then nodded. You and everyone else started for the door.

The two redcaps at the door stepped between you and the door. They didn't quite stand in your way, but they didn't exactly leave a lot of room for you to go.

You grinned, slightly. "So, uh...having a good day?" you asked.

The redcap on the left grinned.

The redcap on the right grinned.

"We just want the tiefling boy," he said.

"Tiefling!?" Raphael exclaimed, horrified.

"Heh, well, uh..." you said as the new record clicked in. A guitar started strumming - rising, falling, rising, falling.

All our times have come
Here, but now they've gone.


---
[ ] Let them take Raphael
[ ] Draw gun, run for cover, fire wildly, roll initiative
[ ] Write In
 
[X] Write In
-[X] "We get you out of here alive, Raphy-boy, and you owe us each one tadpole removal, no screwing us over, deal?"
[X] Plan Better Red Than Dead
 
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[X] Plan Better Red Than Dead
-[X] "There ain't no tiefling boy here."
-[X] Nod to the heat you are packing, roll intimidation
-[X] Grease the fuckers if they don't back down (lacking that spell, sleep bomb them before needing to open fire)

Not murdering the Redcaps here is a big power move
 
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[X] Plan Better Red Than Dead
-[X] "There ain't no tiefling boy here."
-[X] Nod to the heat you are packing, roll intimidation
-[X] Grease the fuckers if they don't back down (lacking that spell, sleep bomb them before needing to open fire)
 
[X] Plan Better Red Than Dead
-[X] "There ain't no tiefling boy here."
-[X] Nod to the heat you are packing, roll intimidation
-[X] Grease the fuckers if they don't back down (lacking that spell, sleep bomb them before needing to open fire)
 
Question: how are vampires treated within this setting?
Given the response to Astarion? With the assumption that they regularly kill people they feed on, and appropriately for serial killers because of it.

...Which is less severely than IRL, given the society, so they get the opportunity to convince people they aren't, but still with heavy suspicion.
 
Adhoc vote count started by DragonCobolt on May 9, 2024 at 1:15 AM, finished with 10 posts and 7 votes.

  • [X] Draw gun, run for cover, fire wildly, roll initiative
    [X] Plan Better Red Than Dead
    -[X] "There ain't no tiefling boy here."
    -[X] Nod to the heat you are packing, roll intimidation
    -[X] Grease the fuckers if they don't back down (lacking that spell, sleep bomb them before needing to open fire)
    [X] Write In
    -[X] "We get you out of here alive, Raphy-boy, and you owe us each one tadpole removal, no screwing us over, deal?"


You have until I get back from work to break this tie! Also sorry for the delay, I've been feeling kinda burned out so I took a break!
 
I spent an LP to reroll that 1.

Sorry for double posting, but I don't want to accidentally screw up the edit and inadvertently deleting the roll
 
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Don't Fear the Greeter (2.9)
You locked eyes with the redcap between you and the door. "There ain't no tiefling here," you said, firmly. And as you spoke, you shifted your grip on Raphael, letting your jacket fall open. The pistol you had tucked into your kidney holster glittered and the redcap glanced from it to you. You'd chosen your position well - he had a long rifle, big and intimidating. Big being the operative word. Your muscles already knew what to do - pin the barrel, draw with your other hand, put four rounds in his chest before he had time to move. His eyes met yours again, and you both stood perfectly still as the music strummed from the jukebox.

The redcap grunted and stepped back to the side, his shoulders tense.

You nodded, then started pushing Raphael out the door. The others hurried out, Wyll shaking his head as he took the steps down and away from the front door four at a time - sailing slightly in Mardok's light gravity. You stepped down with him as Shadowheart whispered. "Did you just intimidate a redcap?" she hissed.

"Hey, maybe he's an atheist," you said as warm, wet rain pattered down your back and forehead. "Come on, come on, come on!"

You and your gang had made about ten meters before the door to Auntie Ethel's opened and a swarm of redcaps came out, their rifles in their hands, Ethel in the center of them. She looked pissed, even if she stopped at the awning before the rain could dampen her hair. You turned back to face her, gesturing for the others to go, go, go. They kept shuffling as you backed away.

One of the redcaps aimed his AK at you, but Ethel slapped the barrel down, snarling something in Faeish you didn't understand. Then, louder, she switched to the common tongue, shouting to you: "Are you sure you want to piss me off?" she asked, her eyes flashing furiously. "Because I may not be able to shoot ya dead on the street...but space isn't so big a place these days."

"I think we'll be okay," you said, nodding. You had guessed right - Ethel's place was soundproofed and bulletproofed. She could probably do just about anything she wanted in there. But out here? In the public air of the habitat? In Nuke? No way. The local cops definitely knew about her, and they'd have to do something if she started a fucking gunbattle. You hadn't even had to draw your pistol and you'd won.

"Your days are numbered, little tiefy," Ethel said, her voice spitting and furious. "You hear that? Numbered!"

"Bye!" you said, waving as you backed up around the corner.

***
The greasy bug that you and the rest of the gang slouched into about a half hour later was not nearly as sexy as Ethel's place and had coffee like battery acid, poured to you by a half-dead looking orcess who was pushing fifty. Still, you could get a hambugger, so you weren't gonna complain. As you sopped up ketchup with the fires, Astarion watched with undisguised contempt, his head cradled on his palm. "So, in short," he said. "We've just made everything worse. Not only do we not have any allies, any mercenaries, or any extra guns, but now, we have the local mafiosa after us."

"It does seem to be like we're taking two steps backwards for everyone step forward," Wyll said, frowning as he glowered at Raphael - who was sniffing at his coffee with a clear expression of distaste.

"What is this concoction?" he muttered. He didn't look any better as a human - but the instant you had broken eyelines with Auntie Ethel, he had snapped his fingers and, bam, shifted to look like a human. At least he was drawing no looks here.

"Coffee," Gale said. "We loved the stuff back in the day."

"Never heard of it," Raphael muttered.

Lae'zel snorted. "You owe us one removed worm," she said, firmly.

Raphael frowned at her. "I would gladly do so the instant I am able. But remember? I can't plane shift in this damned place."

"So, in short, we pissed off Auntie Ethel for nothing! Absolutely nothing!" Astarion said, then put his head in his hands. "We're all going to die."

"Giving over someone, even a devil, to that monster was not something we could countenance," Wyll said, nodding sagely as he did so. "And her talk? I think it's more bark than bite - does she have ships? Soldiers? Force?" He shook his head. "Worst she can do is send some nasty E-mails to her friends on other habitats. Assuming she even knows which ones we go too." He smiled. "Space is big."

"Didn't she say it got a lot smaller recently?" Gale asked.

"Smaller space is still very big," Wyll said, nodding sagely.

You sighed and popped the last quarter of your bugger into your mouth, chewing the processed protein. Once you were done, you sighed. "All right," you said. "So, maybe Auntie Ethel's was a bit of a bust. At least we got out without getting shot." You nodded. "And we did sell off those guns - we do got specie." You grinned, slightly. "So, we're not at rock bottom yet. Now, if you ask me, what we need to do..."

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[ ] Wait for the redcaps to follow you, then head out and run them right into the Adventurers. Hilarity ensues.
[ ] Sneak into Auntie Ethel's and take her out before she causes any more problems.
[ ] Head for the Adventures solo and just whack them from ambush!
[ ] Buy a ticket out of this city on the first transport that will take us
[ ] Write In
 
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