Supercape

Could you throw me a Knowledge [Behavioural Sciences] Check? DC 15 will give you +2 bonus in taunting later, DC 20 will give you a +5 bonus.

We can scratch that HP use as it is suitably heroic - therefore, no net cost. Thats enough for DC 10 Diagnosis, and as far as you can see she has no serious injuries. A concussion maybe, and would need the normal hospital check up / head scan, but not in need of imminate medical care.

Lament The children! Surely! Now, this King was beginning to look like quite the rascal. Child-napping? along with his ego and vanity! How Lament despised the vain! Oh, what contemp for the ego! Why, he said so every day to the mirror when putting on his make up. And yet, the time for violence was not quite here. Mayhap the mystery had another layer or two! "You are known for your most merciful mercy, and your most hospitable hospitality!" said Lament. "Why, I am sure songs are sung from here to the hut of Baba-Yaga! From the depths of Atlantis, to the Lunar Halls of Mister Moon!" he waffled, wondering, after he said it, what exactly the Lunar Halls of Mister Moon where. Never mind, it sounds good! "I would seek song, dance, the beat of the drum, the flow of the wine, and merry making. Ah, these are the pleasures of life, are they not? And how sweet they would be were they accompanied by the frolic of gay children!" he sighed.

GM Kidd smiled. "You know why he's called blowfish?. He got a tic. When he gets angry, or scared, his cheecks pucker in and out, like a frog or something" he said. "Nobody dares pick him up on it. In fact, some say he does it on purpose at times to frighten people, like when he's asking them questions and happening to have a blowtorch and claw hammer right next to him" "Thing is, he's been known to lose his cool when people taunt him about it. And normally, he's a cool customer" he explained. "If he's ever going to make a slip, its when he's taunted about his tic..." Kidd grinned nastily. "I mean, I hate to make fun of a spastic..." he said, although he didn't at all look like the kind of guy who would mind at all "...but that's his weak point....psychologically!" The Wall snarled. "We do want we need to..." he said, bluntly and clearly.

GM The large man looked at the beaten man, full of nosebleed, that he had in his grasp. He genuinely looked torn. "Damn my luck. Damn that lion" he muttered. He turned towards Gauss. "I'm sorry, kid. I'm not a bad man. Just had bad luck, and ended up on a bad road I can't turn from now" he explained. He clenched both hands, both flesh and metal. "This guy has something I need to pay back a debt. He's a worse crook than me, I can tell you that" he added defianly. Then, with a burst of speed and strength, and still carrying his victim, he jumped out of the Monorail cart, through the broken glass that tinkled and shattered. Outside, Gauss saw the most extraordinary. His metal arm had split into three separate arms - all slender, but still strong and capable. One still held the beaten man. The other two - some electro-magnetic field, some line of wobbling energy - was linking his arms and the monorail line, keeping him suspended in mid-air, above the traffice and gawping onlookers below!

GM Detective Wu walked in, more nervous than either he would have liked or would he have expected. Club Immortus was a mysterious place, but the presence of that cold made him on edge. "The Chinese government appreciates your cooperation" Wu said politely, implying that it was not just appreciation but requirement. Wu fought back the urge to say Comrade to Frost....Russians aren't communists now, are they? Sonny Cho gave a polite bow to Wu. "Detective Wu, how can we be of assistance?" Det Wu turned to Cho. "Actually, I came to speak to you" he said, although he glanced his eyes to Tsunami and Frost as he did so. "We are part of an international effort to track down some energy weapons that we have reason to believe have been smuggled in from Cairo" he explained, succinctly and accurately. "This is the Scarab, a scientific expert appointed by W.E.S.T, the World Exotic Science Taskforce" Wu added, feeling grateful there was some international clout here, at least by appearances. As far as he understood it, WEST hd few actual teeth. "Which should tell you that this is serious, Cho. And I know that you know more that happens on the streets of Hong Kong than anybody else..." Wu conceded, although there was an edge to his compliment. Cho looked at Frost and Tsunami. "I think it must be the Hornet" Cho replied. "And I think thats what you think to. We would all love to help" he said, looking at Frost and Tsunami again. "Finding him, and the weapons, will not be easy, but I hear the Docks would be a good place to start. A very good place..." continued Cho, remembering how Dreadnought, Voin and Frost had parleyed with him there last time they were in Hong Kong.

Echohead Echohead gently stepped into Randall's head and, like a psychic photocopier, moved the echo into his head (appropriately enough, given his name). He felt the wealth of scientific and practical knowledge full his neurones. Although he was still seized by the realisation that this was SPACE! and all the horrible things hard vaccuum did to a body. ...he wouldn't be piloting the ship, that was for sure. Even he might know how to, technically, his hands would be shaking too hard... He got into the ship trying hard not too think about all the new things he had learned. But still, he found his palms sweaty, and his forehead doubly so. "Lets just get there without dying" he said, crossing his chest and gazing to the heavens in prayer.

Snakebite This really did not look good! "Stand tall! Stand firm!" she yelled to the villagers. "To flee is death and ruin for all!" Although it might be death and ruin for all anyway, it would not do to proclaim such thoughts aloud. All they had to do was get survive this night, for now they had the key to this creatures defeat. She hoped. Enough rumination! Now was not the time for philosophy, but for action. She leapt high, ducked low, and spun with a mighty fist, her considerable strength focussed into a knuckle sandwich, all the time most wary in case a claw or tooth split her in twain!

Move action: Feint (at -5) Feint: 1d20+2 22 Standard action: Punch! Given that feint might just work, ill shift that -2 attack roll, +2 defence! Punch beast: 1d20+10 17 well, depends on the feint I guess! if it does hit, DC 21 Toughness save (And also her defence is +14 next round!)

GM The mighty fist of the Dust Devil, full of stony power, clunked ontop of Setho's head. A force enough to make any man crumple. But Setho fell to one side, battered and bruised, but still hissing. "No! No! It cannot be!!!" he said, doubt now overtaking his hubris. He was starting to panic, and his normal cunning was deserting him. Or was it? His reptillian face was hard to read. And a cunning man would like to pretend devoid of cunning... Still, there was no question that he was taking a beating. Blue green welts appeared on his body, and his scales were clearly chipped!

Tough Save: 1d20+8 23 a good roll, but with that crit, it still leaves him dazed and another bruise! Venomax is up!

Lament When it came to bows, and deep bows in particular, Lament was on quite comfortable ground. His bows were most deep, and indeed, his mind, he had quite the reknown for the depth of his bows. In fact, he would confidentally claim that if the Olympic introduced competative bowing, he would bring home gold. Wait. I have to adress him as one true king but be silent too...which is it? which is it! But alas, it was too late, for he was already in the presence of said one true king. His bow was most deep. "Forsooth, I greet thee, oh one true King, ruler of all he sees, whose reknown for mercy and hospitality knows no equal!"

Notice: 1d20+10 28

Probably worth a diplomacy roll from Justice. Kidd will go along with any plan - the Wall is another matter (And he may seem to go along with you rather than actually do so!)

GM Justice's uncertainty did not dim the plan, for everyone, it seemed, was uncertain. Kidd, for his part, seemed happy enough (or at least, not obstinately unhappy) with either plan. He didn't seem to object to finding evidence, but he didn't feel evidence was necessary. "As long as we shut this whole filthy place down" he said. "Emerald City don't need to filthy im---criminals". The Wall looked like he would be quite happy to pulverise Kidd's skull, but like Kidd, he had a bigger fish to fry. "Blowfish don't just roll over. Even if we did get evidence - he got an army of lawyers. Only people gonna got hurt is the people living here" he said. Whilst Kidd was cynical, he didn't have anything to lose. the Wall, on the other hand, was both cynical and had everything to lose. Or maybe he had lost it all already and just wanted vengeance. "Blowfish only understands the fist and the gun" explained the Wall. "He ain't scared of the law. And the law wont help us...."

GM The fist of frost slammed into Setho hard, and he grunted. The cold seemed not to affect him - twas the force of the punch that hit hard. And yet, that mystic force that held his flesh together like a suit or steel armour meant that it was like punching a slab of concrete. He had recovered enough of his reptiliian breath to hiss back now. "What...do you hope to achieve, fools? My death?" To that question, the intent of the Lemurian warriors had clarity. They were out for his cold blood, they sought not imprisonment or chains, but the death of their mad sorcerer. They charged, spears jabbing at him. Yet Setho was regaining his senses after the brutal force of the Dust Devil. He batted away the spears casually. He was not merely a sorcerer, but a warrior too!

Tough Save: 1d20+9 25 he makes it this time, sorry! Round 2 20 - Setho - Bruised, Staggered, Dazed (this round) 17 - Lemurians [3] - Unharmed 16 - Dust Devil - 3 HP 4 - VMX - Unharmed - 1 HP The three Lemurians will advance and brutally stab Setho Stabbing Setho: 3#1d20+2 14 19 12 or not. Meaning Dust Devil us up again!

Lament Nobility? Or Regality? Is the Noble Regal? Is the Regent Noble? Ah, I imagine regents are rarely noble. "Why of course, it be my pleasure, and my pleasure it be! Verily, it doth not displease me, and displease me - nay! it does not!" he half-sang to the tune of the now silent instruments. As he boldly stepped forward, he politely inquired. "And how do I adress his majestic majesty? with bow or courtesy or merry little dance?" he asked. Or unleashing the Void and letting them know what I am truly made of - both literally and figuratively! But no, that type of theatrics would come later, surely!

GM There was a pregnant pause it the atmosphere. One could almost hear the sweat. One could almost smell the gunpowder. A few inches grew between Kidd and the Wall. Only a few. It was symbolic rather than functioning. "Nobody wants to get their head kicked in today" muttered the Kidd, although he was far from happy. He caressed his gun lovingly. It dropped, pointing downwards. But whilst it barrel was dropped, he did not drop the weapon. He held it still. The Wall cracked his knuckles. But it was better than cracking heads with his knuckles. "Talk" he said to Justice. It was terse; he clearly enjoyed punching stuff as much as Kidd liked shooting stuff. But they had a common scapegoat that - just - overcame their inclinations. "What is your plan?"

Initiative: 1d20+11 24

Lament Oh dear! Lament really did not want to drop the Bog-wife in it. She had been helpful. On the other hand, he had a spear at his neck, which was rather uncomfortable. And, even worse, it affected the timbre of his voice. "Tales shall surely be told about your hospitality" he said, dripping some sarcastic acid into his voice. Perhaps a little shame would melt their hearts. On the other hand, he really didn't seem to have a choice. He was after the children, and his quest would go ill if he made enemies of the Elves. "The Bog Wife showed me the lights, I believe. But...I know nothing of your laws, and I the path I tread is most obscure. I am ignorant!"

GM "Work with this filthy scum?" said a shocked Detective Kidd "Work with this scum-filth?" said the Wall at exactly the same time. Still, the idea had been planted and was growing some fragile roots. The Mexicans mumbled to each other in Spanish, and "Blowfish" was mentioned several times in their ramble. "Boom" did creep in, but less emphatically. Kidd frowned in thought. "Blowfish is the biggest fish in the sea, Ill grant you that" he said to Justice. "A bigger prize that these illegals. Whats your plan?" he asked Justice. At the same time, the Wall turned back. "Whats your plan?" he added in synchronisation with Kidd.

GM "Stay in cover? Sure...no problem!" said Lulu, keeping her voice clear and calm despite inner turmoil. Down below, the robots chest cavity emitted a loud hiss of steam, and then slowly creaked open. This released a large plume of smoke, testament to the damage Delta had caused. But when that cleared... A small man was standing there. Well, it probably wasn't a man, but who knew for sure. He was about three feet high, dressed in some environmental suit with a very cool shiny helmet concealing his head, some equally shiny and cool boots, and what looked like something between a fork and a crossbow strapped to his back. "I thought I was going to die in there! It malfunctioned! Kill all humans indeed! I didn't programme it to do that!" muttered the little fellow in a vexed tone. He gave a wave at Delta. "Greetings from planet Earth. Well, my earth anyway. Are you alright?"

Firing Tranq gun: firing tranq gun: 1d20+12 19 will it hit? who knows! But if it does, a DC 15 Fort / Fatigue effect!

Snakebite Must be done by the nights end! So the clock was ticking. Or, more accurately, the moon was spinning. The sacrifice must be done with all haste. Which meant they better damn well get that herb mixture, and fast. But if there was any chance of that, Cassie had to stop the beast tearing the village apart. Of this, she was accutely aware. And the beast looked even more ferocious than last time. Sleep...that was the beast, surely. The villagers were sapped by its mere presence. Well, there was no time to debate tactics. She pulled out her pistol, loaded with the tranq-gun, and fired. Maybe it would work, maybe not. But she had to try...