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GM The spear stabbed right through the thug's chest. From his seat, Armstrong grimaced. While the thug faded away, the spear remained stuck in the building. "Alright then... I did tell you to get in there..." He sounded like he was hesitating a bit. Not the same bark as just before, it seemed. "Pause." The entire simulation stopped moving for a moment. "We'll take this as a learning exercise, Winters. Nice hit, and this is just a simulation, but if this was the real world, you'd just killed a man. Think about it, Winters. Is that the kind of thing you want to be doing?" He paused again, sounding just a tiny bit more tired when he continued. "Resume."
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That's a hit, yeah. TOU: 10, fail by 15, which means KO. @Darksider42, you're up 16 - Thug 1 - KO 16 - Thug 2 - Unharmed 16 - Thug 3 - KO 16 - Thug 4 - Unharmed 8 - Knight of Earth - 4HP - Bruise (x1) - Wall TOU+10 - Unharmed 7 - Spectre - 0HP - Unharmed
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Initiative: 12 Slow dragon! 31 - Levity - 3HP - Unharmed 17 - Chromium - 1HP - Unharmed 12 - Dragon - Bruise (x1), Dazed @Torpedo Lass, you're up
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GM "Really?" Armstrong leaned back in the chair and groaned. "What's the matter with this tech? Can't do anythin' right!" The three still standing thugs took aim, two of them firing towards Spectre but without really hitting her, just to lure her in, then the last one shot at her... and the bullet passed right through her phased body. With the sound muted, Armstrong cursed, then leaned closer to the microphone and activated again. "Get up there, Winters! Your teammate's gonna be in trouble if these guys pulls out somethin' that can actually hit her!"
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Alright, Thug 2 aids Thug 3: 8, and fails at that. Then, Thug 4 tries tries to aid Thug 3, then: 27. Well. That succeeds. Thug 3 attacks Spectre with +2 from aid: 27 That's a hit, give me a DC22 TOU save. And @Wyverntamer is up. 16 - Thug 1 - KO 16 - Thug 2 - Unharmed 16 - Thug 3 - Unharmed 16 - Thug 4 - Unharmed 8 - Knight of Earth - 4HP - Bruise (x1) - Wall TOU+10 - Unharmed 7 - Spectre - 0HP - Unharmed
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GM Fortunately for Ashley's worries, Alexander Macedon knew the right people, and one of those people were Travis Hightower, mayor of Red Rocks. This wasn't the first time that Red Rocks got new blood from another time. Wouldn't be the last, either. It was rare for this many travellers to turn up at once, but it was nothing that Travis couldn't deal with, especially with some outside support. It didn't take long for the citizens of Red Rocks to arrive and to help the time lost refugees. At one point, once everyone was out of the cave, no one had kept their eye on it. Then it was gone. As the refugees, villagers and heroes were transported away in groups from the mesa, it was suddenly gone. Mayor Hightower could only chuckle. Young heroes tossed across time, to a terrible war. The death of all in a village averted, and now he had to deal with the clean up. Sure, he could do that. After all, it was all according to the Will of the Magic Mesa. END
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GM The old man looked at them, his eyes wide. "Ahab and Forever Boy?" He sounded like he had trouble believing his own ears. The woman was much quicker to react, quickly pushing the man's makeshift spear down, out of the way. "Put that away! If he is who they, then we are better of with him on our side, old man!" The old man gave in, shaking his head. "Sorry about that, you never know just who the whale is going to eat this time." She stopped forward, smiling at Gauss and holding a hand out towards her. "The old man is Gepetto the Carpenter, you can call me Red." The old man stood back, leaning against a fleshy wall, as he stared at Forever Boy, grumbling. "If that guy that ran past us is the Ahab, then he probably knows the inside of the whale like the back of his own hand." She pointed down the way he came from. "He ran that way, last I saw he was heading for the city."
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Forever Boy Pan made a quick bow while standing on the air, smiling at the man and the woman. "Perhaps you have heard of me?" He gestured with his right hand for Gauss to lower her weapon. "There is no need for us to fight, is there? After all, I do believe we are all on the same side." His tone seemed to shift slightly, something from him just seemed to radiate calm as he stared at the old man and the woman. "I am sure you have an interesting story to tell of your life in here, but we are in quite a hurry to find Ahab. Maybe you have heard of him?"
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"Great." Connor looked at Kronk, Triakosia and Terrifica. Didn't have much of a chance to actually get to know them, but Terrifica was part of the league. Self-made, not someone that was good just because she had powers, but still, she was league. Connor had no reason to stick around for that. Reaching for an arrow, he briefly pointed at Kronk with it. "You be good now, big guy." Turning away, he fired the arrow towards a nearby building, a long line attached to its end. Connor pulled at it once, making sure it was secured, before turning to nod briefly at Terrifica and Triakosia. "I'll take the chance and get out of here before the league people show up. Its been interesting. Hit me up if you're get to Southside." Pulling at the line again, he let the line retract, quickly pulling him towards the building and away from them. He wasn't even sure why he offered them an invitation like that.
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Even if he should try and hold his breath, Pan of course couldn't stand still under the water, at all. As Eira gave chase, Pan zipped back and forth under the water, staying just out of her reach the entire time, grinning at her the entire time. The pixie dust glittered in the water around him, a shimmer, a shine, while he held out a hand towards her, only just out of Eira's reach. Despite his grin, he was slowly beginning to struggle with staying under water. Not quite there yet, but getting there, the longer he stayed under. Finally, he stopped moving and held a hand out towards Eira again, before opening his mouth completely, air bubbles exploding out from his mouth and rapidly rising.
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Archer II One guy stuck in the riot foam, the other running. Connor grimaced, reached for another arrow, then stopped as the last three robbers emerged from the car, all pulling out knives. Because of course they were. They moved faster than Connor anticipated, circling him. Not much room to move or get out of the way, the last one coming at him and... Connor moved to the side, out of the reach of the knife. Close quarters. Not ideal for using any arrows. Improvise, then. He'd trained for this with the old man, not like he could always expect to keep everyone away. When the leader of the bunch jumped at him, he leaned to the side, barely evading. Grabbing the bow with both hands, he first stabbed it into the guts of the man on the left, then pulled back, swinging it into the face of the robber on the right. SMACK! Turning back to the man he had first hit, Connor smacked him on the side of the head with the bow, before spinning towards the man that had jumped at him. A strike to the shoulder, then the guts to make him bend over, then, a full force blow to the face to knock him down. Three down, one stuck, one to go. "You better not try to run from me!" he shouted after the last one, as he reached for an arrow.
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Right, gonna end with shouting after the running guy, then
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All up close, so gonna take 10 on using a Bowsmack with Takedown attack against the two guys that's flanking Archer. Hits at Defense 10, DC25 TOU. If they both go down, I'm gonna attack the guy that stabbed at Archer. Guessing he's the non-minion, so rolling: 11 Oh, that was bad. Gonna spend a HP to reroll that, if I even get to attacking him, of course. Can't look bad in front of the heroes: 22, better! DC25 TOU if that hits.
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"Yeeeah, but there's a bit more to it than that... like, he's used my tech for those suits, but its not all that he's used? Like..." Like she was actually wearing one of those suits, but of course she didn't get to keep it, and there was a ton of other stuff in there that Robin hadn't made. All kinds of weird tech, stuff locked away behind paywalls, and how exactly did they lock that away in the first place, like the armors were adaptive and kind of just grew whatever they needed to unlock new powers? "You got my tech as the basic thing, the general physical enhancements, the minituarization of the armor, and then stuffed all kinds of other equipment in there? I got no idea what all that everything else is." "The lojack's a good point. We gotta figure out how to jam something like that. I probably got something in my workshop."
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GM "SHUSH! Listen!" One of the voices yelled from further ahead in the whale, around a corner, interrupting Pan's story before it could begin. A flickering light illuminated the inside of the whale from around the corner, "There's someone comin'! The whale's had another meal!" An older voice, a man with a rough voice and a bit of an accent. His accent sounded similar to Pan's, but perhaps a bit more rugged. "Yes, we know the whale ate someone. That guy with the harpoon just pushed past us." The other voice was younger. A woman, somewhere in the twenties, perhaps. Then they moved out from around the corner. A man in the sixties or seventies, a messy grey beard, and thinning grey hair. At first glance, his clothes seemed to have a style similar to Pan's, but they were ragged and torn, with attempts to patch them having been given up long ago. The color of his clothes was faded, though maybe it had once been vibrant blues. The other, the woman, had long, jet black hair, which she had tied into a long ponytail that reached down to her waist. Her clothes were slightly less ragged, but with plenty of holes. Her dress had once been long and red, but had been ripped apart, reaching just to her knees. Her top was black, with intricate yellow patterns. The man was folding a pole with a knife tied to the end, the woman had a torch. "And who are you two supposed to be?"
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Forever Boy "I often do," Pan responded with a smirk, as they floated down into the whale. None of them seemed like they wanted to touch the whale's insides, especially not given Gauss' reaction. "Well, treasure is of course another reason entirely for venturing into the whale's guts. It is said to have swallowed entire villages and islands, so treasure is very likely." At the question, he paused. "Well, that is a story. Let's see..."
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Pan watched as Eira sank to the bottom of the pool and just... stood there. His expression was slightly puzzled as he drifted by, a few bubbles escaping his mouth or nose every now and again. Even under water, he moving, golden dust falling into the water around him, his flight pushing him around in the water, rather than actually swimming. Slowly, he moved closer to Eira, until he stopped right in front of her face, only inches apart, staring into her eyes... then made a face, stuck out his tongue and pushed away with a wide grin.
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GM "Your city is ruled by the strong! They stand on the shoulders of the weak, they keep them chained in the dark!" The dragon snorted out smoke, as its massive frame stared down Levity. "You would stand to defend these masters? You would stand to keep the weak chained?" It leaned closer, snorting smoke in Levity's face. "Insignificant flying mosquito." Then, Chromium's flying trash can flew through the air... and hit the dragon straight in the face. It roared, pulling back from Levity, breathing smoke everywhere. "Who dares!?"
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That's a hit. TOU: 14 Which means the dragon gets a bruise and a dazed. Can I get some initiative rolls? ? - Chromium - 1HP - Unharmed ? - Levity - 3HP - Unharmed ? - Dragon - Bruise (x1), Dazed for first round of combat
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Archer II It had been a longer chase than Connor had cared for. He had to jump on a bike, promising a guy that he would bring it back, and making a mental note to make sure to borrow one of the old man's bikes soon, but, he had caught up, staying close. Had even got some arrows into the wheels. Finally, the right moment. The armored car was in just the right spot, and Connor set off the thermite arrows, taking out the wheels. When all you had was a bow and a ton of different arrows, you had to get creative. No laser vision to stop a car. Two men coming out of the car, each with a riot shield. These guys were pros, they came prepared. "Oh no, shields. My greatest weakness." Stepping off from the bike, he reached behind into his quiver, selecting an arrow, touching a certain point, and the quiver did it works. His hands moved like lightning. Nocking the arrow, taking aim, letting it fly directly between the two men. On impact, it exploded into a quick expanding grey foam, that would harden within seconds.
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Gonna fire a Riot Foam Arrow with Increased Payload between the two guys, so that's a DC16 Snare with General Burst Area.
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GM The inside of the whale was dark, wet and gross. Even with the size of the great whale, it seemed larger than it should be, following few, if any, rules for how an organism should be. Long hall, large chambers... it was almost as if the whale itself didn't follow the rules of biology that one would expect it to do. Still, despite the labyrinthine appearance, the path ahead was rather simple to follow. Especially as voices rose in the distance, echoing through the halls. They were difficult to hear, but they were annoyed, talking about someone storming through.
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Forever Boy Pan seemed to give it a bit of thought, as he looked into the darkness. Unlike Selena, he was making a point out of not touching the ground. The falling Pixie Dust illuminated the floor just below his feet, and the rather fleshy appearance. "Do you want to let someone like Ahab run around on his own?" He grinned in the darkness. "That would be almost as irreponsible as leaving me alone inside a giant monster whale!" Oh, he didn't rush ahead, of course. They had to stay close. The inside of the whale was like a fleshy labyrinth, after all!
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Pan grin was split by him sticking his tongue out at Eira. <"Oh, I should give you credit now? We cannot all be one-trick ponies."> Of course he spoke with a wink and a smile, while he experimentally waved a foot through the water. <"Again, I have no idea what that is, but do you really think everyone here won't figure out it is you? Do you really want to be stuck cleaning things up? I mean, I am all for getting in trouble, so if we do it, then we run."> No more actually getting caught for the trouble that was caused. As for the second question, he gave it some thought. <"You know what? Let us find out!"> With that, he stepped out from the edge of the pool, taking a deep breath as he let himself fall deep into the water.
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Even Pan appeared a bit pale, as he flew out of the caves. From the darkness, and into the harsh sun, he held a hand above to shield his eyes, as he whistled as the sight. "The storm is gone." The air was clean, no sign of the storm that had driven them into the cave in the first place. He moved above the refugees and the young heroes, as they all moved from the caves, trying to get a count of everyone, finding anyone for Judy to help, helping with translating for those that didn't understand English, and, as he passed Ashley, he couldn't resist. "Relax, Watchpuppy. We saved the day, enjoy it for a bit. Let the grown ups deal with the paperwork."
