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Lament Gah! What will it take to make him...FEEEEL! Lament wondered if he should unleash the Void. It would be justice, that horrible sucking of joy from the King. Plus, it would no doubt sate the King. But for two problems, if he had no tears there might be no joy to suck from him, and even if he did, that empty despair was not the same as feeling. It was a torturous absence of feeling. No, that would be the last resort. "Now then children, you see how the worst thing in your body, snot, can be made beautiful? What about the worst memory you have? Does it make you sad? Does it make you cry?" he said, kindly. "Perhaps those tears are golden too?" A gentle nudge, a smile, and a flick of his hands. He would make pearls fall from their eyes....
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GM "Cheese?" squarked the sprites. "Cheese?" Their leader, the tallest, stood as tall as he could. "I am Flint Boddyflock" he said proudly. "Leader of my merry band of mercenaries! We come here to stop the invasion of the mushroom men into our kingdom" he explained. "What that has to do with Cheese, I do not know!" "Me likes cheese!" piped up one of his soldiers, a cross eyed buffoon who looked quite slow on the uptake. "Pipe down, Muddlehead!" hissed Flint. "We don't want these oafs...I mean people...to think we are stupid, now, do we?" "mmm....Cheese!" piped up Muddlehead. Flint gave him a clip round the head and turned to the humans again. "As for cheese, I suppose it grows on trees in this land" he said. "Anything can happen in the wild fae realms!"
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Have a Reflex Roll DC 20 to catch on to the side of the hole, avoiding the fall. DC 15 to half the fall / impact damage. Lets call the fall a damage 6 effect (its less than 60 feet, but there is plenty of hard concrete and jutting girders to make it more perilous)
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Echohead "No thankyou" said Echohead, more firmly. At a certain point fear solidified. "I think you might need me. I certainly need you. And staying on the ship is going to do anybody any good" he concluded. "And if I'm going to die, I would rather do it around friends than alone" he said, although he gulped whilst he did so. The invisibility dust gave him a little reassurance. "Well that's a trick!" he gasped. "And good fortune, too!" He examined his own hands and found them to be invisible. It was slightly disorientating, but he got a grip of himself. "Lets go, before this wears off!"
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Ronin "I didn't figure on being burned alive when I woke up this morning" grumbled Ronin. He had dealt with Fires before, of course, back in the Gulf. But you either let them burn out, or had the equipment to put them out. That was the problem with fire, they got a lot bigger before they got smaller. At least for the most part. "Don't suppose any of you got a some C02 handy?" he asked. "Or some spell of fire dispelling?" he asked. He vaguely recalled playing, as a one off, a rather boring game of Caverns and Creatures when he was a kid. He recalled playing a warlock or something. That was about how well he knew magic. "Otherwise I'm going to blast a hole in the wall and we make a jump for it" he said. Not much of a plan. But he'd take a chance of surviving a fall rather than a certainty of being slowly roasted.
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Starshot For the briefest of moments, Starshot had the urge to try and persuade Phalen again. He crushed the urge hard ane effectively. No. The decision has been made, the course laid out. He will die, or even live, by the fate he has made for himself. Without a word he turned back to the flyer. Phalen was better off now than when he had met him. Rations, water, blaster weapons and energy clips. And, if they ever got back to civilisation, perhaps Starshot would alert the authorities to the situation. Maybe a mercy mission could be sent out, and Phalen could be rescued with the right help. He turned his mind towards the task at hand. "We don't know how close we can get in the flyer. Time is, I think, on our side, so we shall fly cautiously, park the vehicle under cover, and make the rest of the way on foot" he explained.
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GM "You seem to know a lot about the Fae!" came a squeaky voice. There were a few of them. It was hard to tell, because they were clearly excellent at hiding. Stealthy, sneaky, and very small. Standing at a collosal six inches was their leader, a little fae creature with a bow, a green costume, and a tall hat that added an impressive extra inch to his stature. Quite fearless, he continued. "What are you doing here? This is wild lands, and dangerous! And you don't look like a fae. Except for you...a bit..." he added pointing at Penny Coin. "Thanks! A bit!" said Penny, who wondered what sound the tiny sprite would make if she trod on him.
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GM "You telling me what to do?" bit back Kidd. "He just fired! I'm going to fire back!" he said, big malicious grin on his face. The body guard, holding his bleeding chest, fire four more shots at Kidd at point blank range. Kidd just stood their, grinning. "DIE DIE!" cried thebodyguard. But every shot missed. It was impossible. A blind man could hit Kidd at this range! The Wall paid no attention, and moved up to Justice, pushing her back with his bulk. He was so strong, stronger than any man could possibly be. And he was pushing her towards the hold in the ground that lead to a nasty, nasty fall!
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It does indeed Tough Save: 1d20+4 19 and he recieves his fifth bruise! I realise that Kidd should be an init zero, so the Wall goes next, and he is going to rush Justice right off the building! Or try to. Opposed STR rolls! Rush opposed STR: 1d20+9 19
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Lament Not ideal, but no disaster! Work with what you have! "Perfect!" he lied "Now then, children, are you prepared to see some....MAGIC!" The illusionary skeletons rattled in excitement. LAment did not stop for an answer. "Great King, does the joy of children seem a suitable measure for tears?" he asked, trying to get him more engaged. "Children, do you love your king! For methinks he is the most kingly king there is! I can almost smell his kingishness!" .... "AAAAHHHH......." ".....CHOOOO!" From his nostrils, two pearls dropped. "Goodness me! It must be the effect of sniffing so much kingishness!" he decleared. "Now then children...could you give a big sniff and see if you can sniff the Kingisgness of your king?" he asked them. And he prepared, in his hands, the sleight of hand needed to whisk pearls out of their nostrils.
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Echohead "Quite certain!" lied Echohead. He took a few deep breaths. The truth was, that whilst he had anxiety, he had a keen edge to him too. And at a certain point his anxiety distilled into a cold clarity. But even so, he was not certain. He wasn't certain about anything. "Besides, its too late to back out now. What am I going to do? Hitch Hike back home?" He tried not to think about the cold merciless vaccuum of space. Of course, as anyone knew, trying not to think about a thing was a surefire way to think about it. "Time to suit up, I suppose" he said. "What are we looking at...and how do we get in?"
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Feel free to narrate what you wish. These Wild Fae realms though are essentially the mad, chaotic side of the Fae. Squared. And squared again. And multiplied by infinity. Twice.
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Of course! Ill suggest, for starters, that the faint and fear - or even the revival - means Echohead loses the copy in his head. I dont think thats worth an HP, but just for fun! He can copy someone else of course.
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Echohead "What...where...who....no! Miss Violet! The pretzels!" started Echohead as he woke up. Why Miss Violet? Why pretzels? Nobody shall ever know, for 'twas a dream. Maybe Freud could speculate. But most likely we would not want him to. After all. Violet. Pretzels. Best say no more. It seemed that a brief passing out had somewhat stabilised his blood pressure and his vagus nerve had somewhat normalised. Whilst his eyes briefly pointed in opposite directions, they did converge on Pan and Echohead started to get his act together. "Why...I was j-j-just resting my eyes!" he said, pulling up his turtleneck and readjusting his sunglasses. After all, he always wore sunglasses. Even when he didn't need to. Arguably he would wear them in a cave. He had an unconsious reasoning that he would be safer if he didn't see all the things that could kill him. "Where are we? What do we do?" he jammered, looking for direction from somebody. Anybody.
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ic Fight them on the Beaches (IC)
Supercape replied to Supercape's topic in Rivers, Lakes and Oceans
GM "The Knights of Anarchy are a motorcycle club. AN-AR-CHY! AN-AR-CHY! AN-AR-CHY!" he yelled. He had a curious mix of superficial linguistic fluency and lack of any real depth of intellect. "We are the brothers of our founder, SIR PRIZE!" he said, proudly. His belt did indeed have a "KNIGHTS OF ANARCHY" engraving on it. "And tonight we have a celebration! A festival of engines and beer and jousting by the beach!" he said, still proud. "Now, you look like a cool guy. With a motorcycle! Why don't you come along at midnight, see if you like it?" he asked. -
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GM "At least it would be art!" declared the Knight. He had a bad nosebleed. A very bad nosebleed. There was claret all over the road pavement. But at least his limbs were bending at the correct points and there did not appear to be any splintered ribs erupting from his chest. He tried to get up. He got to the half way point then sat down again. "My bike!" he lamented. the front wheel was bending at very incorrect points. And it was rather scratched. "You, sir!" he said, in his faux-medieval american voice. "Did unhorse me! A low blow indeed! A pox upon ye, Sir!" he said, indignantly, although it was somewhat muted by his bleeding nose and the knight holding his head back in an attempt to stop the bloody fountain. -
Echohead takes 20 on fear, for a faint result.
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Echohead "oooh dear...I don't feel well...I don't feel well at all..." gasped Echohead. His head started to swim. He felt his heart spas, like it was being twisted into a corkscrew. It felt too big. He imagined the veins and arteries swelling like balloons, then popping. He wasn't getting enough air to his lungs, surely. No matter how hard and fast he gulped down air, there wasn't enough oxygen. There must be a leak! The air was going! They were going to get sucked out in space. His head felt lighter and lighter as he imagined his lungs inverting and burstinh. And then he imagined nothing at all. He had fainted.
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ic Fight them on the Beaches (IC)
Supercape replied to Supercape's topic in Rivers, Lakes and Oceans
GM The Knight of Anarchy did not seem to heed the words of Alex. Perhaps he did not even hear them over the engine noise and rush of adrenaline through the blood. Alex's trick was not easy, but it was pulled off. And, as he had sumised, it was also impressive. There was a small audience of people strolling along the beach front eating ice creams and holding balloons (or in the case of one petulant small child, eating a balloon and holding an ice cream). There was the sound of chain mail metal grinding against tarmac. The Knight was on his front, bruised and stunned from falling off his bike. His lance was thrown to one side. "Mnywah!" he grumbled, eloquently, trying to put his brain back together again. -
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Supercape replied to Supercape's topic in Rivers, Lakes and Oceans
Au contraire That cool, risky, and life saving stunt means Fax - 4 HP -
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Gosh I am not quite sure how you would do that stunt, but lets say a relfex DC 15 to side step at the correct point (or get smashed) and a DC 20 melee attack roll to do the trip! -
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GM The Knight raised his eyebrows at the transformation. "Sorcery! Witches and Witchery!" he declared. He certainly paused for thought, but he had the loopy determination of a fanatic. "No matter! My will is mine own, and shall not be diminished! Onward! CHarge! Clippity Cloppity Clippity Cloppity!" he yelled, mimicking the sounds of horsehooves. Sort of. The engine of his motorcycle certainly revved, however, and in a moment he was accelerating towards Alex with lance held ahead of him. There was no way to avoid the lance - either Alex would move, or it would hit Alex. Or, at best, even if the lance missed, there would still be a crash.... -
Echohead Echohead gawped at the view. For all his fear, he had a love for science and a love for beauty, and the Castle tickedb oth boxes. "Beautiful..." he whispered out loud, humbled. He was so entranced, he stopped being afraid. At least for a moment. He saw the treacherous conditions for docking. "I uh...uh....c-c-can we dock there? I mean...uh....its not too late to t-t-turn back..." he gulped, wiping his sweaty brow again. It was a surprise he was not clinically dehydratd given his sweating antics. If there was a gold medal in the competitive anxious sweating category, Italy would take first place. And probably be given silver and bronze as well in recognition of outstanding individual achievement. This was space, after all.
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GM "Yes yes, of course! I knew that, of course!" said the Black Rose, as he surveyed the Fae Realms. "Now, dear ladies and gentlemen and you" he started, nodding at Neverboy for the latter "this realm is where I have determined the best chance of locating the best fungus is. And more so, I hope that we have arrived at the area of this realm which has the greatest concentration of fungus!" There were indeed some very colourful mushrooms to be seen scattered around some nearby trees. Some where as small as a button, and one was as tall as a man. "There! Hmmm....I wonder if these would do?" he pondered, putting leather finger to the place in his glass fishbowl helm where his chin was approximately located. "Would any of you care to eat them to determine if they are poisonous?" he said cheerfully. "I am afraid I have no sense of smell. Or indeed a functionoing gastic system...alas!"
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I dont know if this will help, but as Sgt Shark is a marine Biologist, using Knowledge [Life Sciences] with add +2 bonus from Favoured Opponent [Marine Life]? Know Life: 1d20+12 15 pfft, Ill let Asad and Sea Devil do the work!