Supercape

GM The Wall was smoking. He even smelled of ozone. He had taken more punishment than any man had a right to withstand, but he did not give up. His eyes darkened and he charged, with gritted teeth and pulsating veins, straight at Justice. Once again, he stopped in his tracks when the Justice blast hit him, sagging to both knees. And then, he got up... "Gotta hand it to him, he's determined...." commented Kidd without thinking. "Shoot him you idiot!" screamed Blowfish at his bodyguard. Surruptiotiously, he pulled out a knuckleduster from the lining of his jacket. A weapon of last resort. But a weapon still. The poor bodyguard fired! BAM! A single shot into the belly of the Wall. Blood leaked from the wound, but the Wall did not stop. He stood tall and proud. Kidd spun around with the shot with a grin on his mouth. "You fired first...." he whispered, as the Bodyguard turned white. He turned even whiter when Kidd unleased a shotgun shell at him. White and Red, and knocked back ten feet....

Round 1 (ish) 22 - Justice - 2 HP - Unharmed 18 - Kidd 16 - Wall - Bruised x3 5 - Blowfish 1 - Goon Kidd is delaying his action, so the Wall comes up next, and is thus hit by another Justice blast. Tough Save: 1d20+5 14 another daze, another bruise. Blowfish will bring out a knuckleduster from his jacket pocket, but not act. The Goon will panic and shoot the Wall Shoots The Wall: 1d20+3 18 hitting for a DC 18 Tough Save Tough Save: 1d20+4 20 but the Wall makes that save. Kidd is going to respond now by shooting the Goon Shoot the Goon: 1d20+12 19 easily hitting, DC 20 Lethal Damage toughness Tough Save vs Shotgun: 1d20+2 13 bruised, injured, dazed. Round 2 22 - Justice - 2 HP - Unharmed 18 - Kidd - Unharmed 16 - The Wall - Bruised x4 5 - Blowfish - Unharmed 1 - Goon - Bruised, Injured [Dazed this round]

GM "Traffic! Aye, tis the way of Anarchy!" yelled back the Knight. He spoke in an american accent, with some mangled medieval pronounciation. "Now then sir! My way be blocked by you!" he said more stiffly as he realised he had been blocked in. For one horrible moment, there was the possibility that he would try to ram his way through the dead end. But extreme reckless was not the same as pointless self-harm. "It is my way...and the highway! hahaha!" he said, jovially. Then, he revved his engine and pointed his lance at Alex. "Stand not between a man and his freedom, sir! ANARCHY! I give you warning of intent! Move or be lanced!!!!"

Lament "They were indeed my prize, and my pride they where indeed" replied Lament, not missing a beat. "This is not a bargain, but a request. You wish to feel your tears, and you wisely though that childrens tears might work" Wise, but cruel. Something to think but not say aloud. At least, not yet. "Now, you and I test if your tears are returned. What better way than with children?" questioned Lament. "The best instrument to play on, the best tune to sing! And, of course, I do not necessarily ask for the children that might be my prize, but merely any children. It struck me that the children you have already would be the most convenient, of course!" "Bold I may be, your madgesticness, but to use your children as a prop does not mean they are mine, it merely means that they are the cards to perform with. I might borrow your handkerchief, or your crown, for a trick, but it would not mean that they become mine!"

Feels more bluffy Bluff da King: 1d20+19 26

Narrate however you wish!

yes please!

So with that you stay on your bike but begin to lose ground to the reckless knight. And you are up!

GM As Fascimile accelerated he could see a lovely view of the sea and the beach, with a bright sun glistening on the water. It was a fairly calm day. Gentle waves, neither mirror-glass nor stormy. But he had his eyes on the road, of course, like any sensible driver would. He soon drew near, but his approach was noted by the lance weilding maniac. "Behold! The Knights of ANARCHY! AN - AR - CHY!" he yelled at Facsimile as he drew alongside him. "JOIN US!" he added, before acclerating to crazy speeds. The man was surely reasonably at home with his motorcycle, and somehow had even got some practice in holding a lance. But even an expert would find these speeds, on this road, lunacy!!!

OOC for this

16th Feb, 2019 Freedom City Coast GM Summer was not here, but the cool chill of winter was waning. The skies were less sombre, the trees less spartan. And, best of all, 'twas the weekend. A weekend to go driving one's motorcycle along the seafront. However cautiously or legally one was driving (or not) there was always one idiot on the roads. That was urban life for you. But Fascimile, driving his motorcycle most cautiously and legally (or not) was witness, this very day, this very afternoon to a most unusual type of idiot on the roads. Even by the extraordinarily high standards of Freedom City. Whipping past him, at a speed well beyong that which was legal, safe, or even sane, was another motorbike. And sat upon this motorbike was a lunatic dressed in chainmail armour, sword by his side, and holding a lance. "AN-AR-CHY! AN-AR-CHY!" he yelled as he terrorised pedestrians and motorists by the beach and by the buildings on the other side.

Lament Whoa! This is a tough audience! although he was beginning to make headway. Even if a little. Now, what next? Unfortunately, a magician often needed preparation and props for his stagecraft. But not for everything. He was working under difficult circumstance, but that only made him more determined. Lament was not a character to lose his cool. At least, not when it came to showmanship. "Pearls! And children!" he suggested. "Perhaps you have both for my next trick?" he asked the King.

GM "Hope is good. Lights the fire" replied the Wall with uncharacteristic eloquence. It must be a subject he was quite familiar with. "But I am the fire" With that blunt appraisal and firm conviction, he rose to his full height, and an impressive height it was. And then, started charging. Zam! another bolt caught him on the shoulder. He wobbled a little but kept charging at full speed. Perhaps if he had not been shot he would have collided with justice, but the wobble turned him just a fraction of course, his legs not quite compensating for his speed and power. SLAM! He collided and tore through a cardboard wall behind the group. Certainly nothing wrong with his speed or power. But now...who would be fastest on the draw? Kidd was bringing up his shotgun, the bodyguard bringing up his pistol, and Blowfish reaching into his pocket...

The Wall does! That attack hits, and lets se what the toughness is! Tough Save vs Blast: 1d20+6 20 enough to give him a third bruise, but not stop him. And he is charging at Justice! CHARGE!: 1d20+8 15 will miss Justice. OK, its time now for some initiative rolls For Wall, Kidd, Blowfish, Minion Lazy Init Rolls: 4#1d20 12 13 1 1 very uninspired. With bonuses, that is 16, 18, 5 and 1.

GM "Why, so I did not sir! I assumed that you would be delighted with such an adventure? And to such a lively, splendid place! Look at the colours, sir! Why, I have no nostrils nor nose, and yet so magnificently repslendent be the land around us that even I can conjure up the fragrances to my mind's eye! Or, in this case, my mind's nose!" It was indeed colourful, and rather fragrant, in a rather sickly sweet way. Like an apple that was just starting to rot. "Would you care to return to the mundane world? Why you only need to step through the portal which is just over...oh...its gone...." He looked a bit shocked, a bit sad, a bit scared!

GM The Scarab blurred out of view, and on the roof she could easily disable the security camera's and alarms. Tsunami was not seen - or at least appeared not to be seen. With the security systems off line, she could enter without difficulty. She kept to the shadows, under cover of the crates, and was afforded an excellent view of the proceedings. "We have indeed met, Mister Frost" said the Hornet, circling slowly, his jade crystal armour glinting somewhat. "In different times, when Dr Sin was master. Now, it is I who am master. I actually think I may have you to think for that, thanks to my little tip off" he smiled. "I appreciate your kindness in dropping in" he said, dripping acid in his voice. "But my business is now my business. Not yours. I suppose your giant is not far behind, and that tall woman. I doubt even you would be so bold as to interfere with my business alone" he concluded. But he could not see either Tsunami or the Scarab. "This is Hong Kong, not Russia. Nor Freedom City, come to that. And here, I am the King. Perhaps then, I should be asking what your business is, rather than you asking mine?"

To keep track: The Scarab - 3 HP And that will easily disable the security.

GM The man twitched his eye, full of nerves. His frown furrowed and ticced. "Delilah..." he muttered, not sure if he should talk or not. "...she's trouble. Probably shouldn't tell ya, but I'll give you a friendly warning. Don't mess with her" He grunted a dark warning. "She'll mess you around. And if you mess back, then I gotta...do stuff" he said, the implication clear. He clenched his hands into fists as he said so. A small glimmer of intelligence crept into his brain. "What you so interested in her for, anyways?"

GM "A yes! La razione d'oro of course, of course! I totally understand you!" bluffed the Black Rose. "It is so nice to speak to one who is nearly my equal!" he congratulated Oz. Sort of. He cracked his creaking leather gloves. Presumably there were no bones underneath, just that same orange vapour, but one never could tell. "Well then, sir! I would be delighted for you to witness my extraordinary achievement...the summoning of a gate to the wild fae realms!" Before waiting for approval, or dissent, or any other interjection, he mumbled some latin phrase about pixies and cheese and mushrooms, and, lo! A portal appeared! It was a wibbly wobbly sphere of several dimensions, and inside one could smell rainbows and see sweet fragrances. And then, in a wibbly wobbly mess, the portal exploded! "An almost perfect success!" declared Lorenzo. He stood in a vibrant forest full of colour. And he stood with Penny Coin, Neverboy, and Oz....

Also, I forgot to add for being so heroic saving Blowfish from death (And for general horrific situation!), a hero point! Justice - 2 HP - Unharmed Justice is up again!

GM Kidd was smart enough to catch the meaning of the interaction. "Sure" So was Blowfish "Sure" he smirked. "Sure you have" He clearly wasn't falling for that. The Wall, however, was falling for a JUSTICE BLAST! it hit him square on his enormous chest, and the next thing you knew, the Wall was on one knee, grunting, a smoking hole in his clothing where he had caught the blast. "You think....you think that's gonna stop me?" he gasped, slowly getting back to his feet. "I hope you got some more juice in yer shooter" said Kidd, softly. He wasn't quite sure what to do. He wasn't scared of bullets at all, but the Wall was a different matter. The last conscious bodyguard gripped his pistol with sweaty palms. "Shoot him down!" snapped Blowfish, pointing to the Wall. There was no doubt the bodyguard was loyal to Blowfish, largely due to fear, but the Wall was also an imposing, frightining sight...

Blowfish can automtically beat that!

It does indeed hit: Tough Save: 1d20+7 13 Thats a fail by 9, so his second injury and stunned. Technically knockedback too, but he has enough ranks of toughness and immovable to resist that.

GM "I'm doing it to regain my form!" corrected Lorenzo, sticking a finger up in the air to emphasise his point. "And the best way I can do that is fungus! More precisely, the fungus that lives in cheese!" he said, patiently. Penny squirmed her mouth and put finger to lips, thinking on the matter. "Well, if the Puzzle Box brought me here I think there is a puzzle to solved. There always is. Admittedly, its the first time it has directed me to anything related to cheese" she conceded. "Excellent! The first journey is always the most jovial!" commented Lorenzo. "I don't know much about the fae realms. But what he says does kind of make some kind of almost sense" said Penny. "They are bristling with life. They might have the key to restoring his body. They might...."

Lament "Of course! By the morphin' might of power! By the skull of greypower! Thy card I do summon!" He fluttered his fingers in front of the gaurd, to distract him, then with a whip of his hand, pick pocketed the card from his sleeve with a most theatrical flourish. "Your majesty, be this your card?" he asked, bowing the deepest bow that one could bow without cracking one's sacrum, and holding the card in front of his royal Elvishness. It better be...or I'm in real trouble!