Supercape

GM "Bah! Peace!" muttered Finnigan, playing with his skeletal long fingers once again. "Tell me then! What will you do with me? Hand me over to the police? Throw me into a dungeon? Maybe let the wizards and warlocks of the Parkhurst Hotel dissect me? Perhaps a priest could practice an exorcism with incence and flagellation! Or do you have some torture chamber in your Justice Headquarters...perhaps a cage suspended by iron chains over a bubbling pool of acid populated by mutant two headed sharks?" he demanded. "You may judge my intentions, yes, you may. They are not noble, but who amongst this city is truly noble! It is by action we judge, not intent. What are your actions now, I wonder...noble or not?"

GM This was Finnigan's turf. He knew every nook and cranny of the derilict buildings that littered Trumble street. But, he had counted on being able to see in the dark, and was confident that Justice would not follow. Or, if she did, she would follow blindly (literally in this case). But Justice, today, was not blind. With the night vision goggles she could see him descend into the sewers that were equally abandoned. She could smell the aroma, reminding of her of her previous trip. It seemed these were the veins and arteries that Finnigan used to travel between the abandoned buildings. Who knew, for sure, how far his cobweb spread? Beyond even Trumble street? In any case, as Justice followed him down the ladder she could see Finnigan spin round. "What? Are you still here?" he said, in the pitch black, rather surprised.

Snakebite And thank the fates! Cassie was no stranger to living in the wild, and could manage the basics like lighting a fire and navigating. But food was low, and feet were blistered. And she needed, badly, to have a good wash. She would not want to be down-wind of herself right now, or from Neil come to that. She wondered what dialect these people spoke. Hopefully someone understood Portuguese or Spanish. Maybe even english. But this was the jungle, so it was anybodies guess... She paused for a moment and knelt down to pack her whip and pistol into the backpack. "Keep your pistol out of sight, Neil. We don't want to look anything other than peaceful..." she looked at the Machete by his belt. That was probably ok....machete's were pretty useful to carve through the jungle, and besides...hard to keep concealed. "We come in peace, and so on....last thing we want is a fight!

Standard action: Burst Dazzle! Firing this overhead of the mastermind, so hopefully catching him in it and not too many others! (fortunately not lethal so not too problematic!) Thats an area Dazzle Effect 8 (visual), so Reflex DC 18 to half the effect, then a Reflex 18 or 14 roll to avoid visual dazzle!

Rev "Great catch!" shouted Rev towards Fascimile. "I'd applaud, but I seem to have mislaid an arm!" She gazed down to the stump of her left shoulder. She could feel the arm slithering back to her, in any case... "Yada yada. Sensitive scientific equipment. If its so sensitive, why you flying around like a lunatic? Because its fun! I guess..." she blabbered whimisically, putting her finger to her lips and pondering the golden mans motives. Hey, in someways its no so different to me! Then her rattling rib cage gave her a jolt of pain and she was brought back to the problem at hand. "Time to light this place up!" she yelled, and threw a blindingly hot streak of plasma into the sky, where it exploded like a sun!

GM "We have one thing in common then..." muttered Finnigan, rubbing his hands together, the long thin fingers playing against each other. "I do not want to fight either!" He took a shuffling step back into the darkness. "If need be" he continued from the darkness. "I will move street. I will move city. I even hear Rio is a nice place to live" he said, softly. "But I will be free to persue my agenda. Survival. Life. Sweet Immortality. Yes, even power...." His voice started trailing off. "I see you will not leave me alone here. Thus, I bid you farewell....!" And there was the sound of his shuffling feet, dissapearing into the darkness!

A good point. Any suggestions to polish this up, folks?

Happy to roll with whatever you guys wish from here. Certainly a very interesting position! Ill throw out the option anywhere in this thread for Dust Devil to spend an HP on the inspiration use, and due to the Magic Mesa and his back story, get a particularly souped up answer. That can be narrated however you wish! (such as traversing the desert of infinity via the door of dreams etc etc)

GM "Giving up? That is precisely what I will never do" replied Finnigan, for the first time with anger in his voice. He raised a clenched fist. "Never!" "If you stop me, you may very well kill me" he said, calming down and giving Justice sad eyes. "Or worse. A corpse rotting away, condemned to perpetual torment, unloved and forgotten under dust and stone! Do you call that Justice?" "Bah, now is the time for you to decide! Do you wish to stop me, or are you willing for the odd ring to be stolen? The odd wallet to be emptied? What, at the end of the day, do you, as judge, jury, and executioner, think is JUSTICE?"

Happy to roll with whatever you guys wish from here. Certainly a very interesting position! Ill throw out the option anywhere in this thread for Dust Devil to spend an HP on the inspiration use, and due to the Magic Mesa and his back story, get a particularly souped up answer. That can be narrated however you wish! (such as traversing the desert of infinity via the door of dreams etc etc) Sorry, mispost wrong thread please ignore!

GM "Hey, I'm right here, you know...!" said an indignant Mr. Sting. Abdul was slower to respond, thanks to blood loss and poisoning. "You can leave our knifey friend here" he said, indicating Mr. Sting "for all I care. Perhaps a few spears will teach him a lesson!" "But as wonderful as the past is to see, I for one do not think we will last long in a jungle. This is ancient times. The Human Race has not even evolved yet!" he explained. "Can we please go back to the Mesa?" he asked, and he was both contrite and pleading in his tone. As for the Lemurian riders, they continued their alien banter, wondering which way to turn. Dust Devil had been suitably vague in his answers, and they were suitably uncertain about what to do, other than click "Setho!" again, jabbing the spears everywhere, apparently insisting on greater accuracy. Whatever else, they were apparently very keen to find the mad sorcerer, and it seemed very keen to stick their spears in him...

Just checking is it Rev up?

GM The Sonic blast hit Yasser square on with full force. On any other man, it would have broken ribs and quite possibly more. But in Yassre's case, the sonic energy sent fizzing sparks to every point of the compass (and, given the hyperdimensional lensing of such esoteric energy, that may well have been more than four). Yasser flew across the room and landed on some rather expensive Persian cushions. "I will....never....surrender! I....am....DAKA MAN!" he mumbled, proudly. The fact that his eyes were pointing in different locations did lessen the magnificence of his proclamation. And with that, he fell unconscious. Meanwhile, the Scarab could hear the sound of his cronies boots on the floors and stairs, advancing on her position. And she could see the corrupted energy of Yasser fizzing, sparking, escalating. No longer held back by his mind, they looked like they were growing increasingly uncontrolled!

And Yassers Tough Save: Tough Save: 1d20+9 10 vs DC 27! I believe that is a KO! Stuff happening IC!

Snakebite "I would love to tell you why" replied Cassie. "But I honestly don't know...." She studied the ring again. "A curse, I think. I woke up from one of my trances with it bound to my finger. I can't get it off. I mean, maybe I could cut my finger off but I am rather attached to having all my digits. It would make playing the piano real hard..." "It gets warm, even hot, around...well, like you say, when something crazy happens. But other than that, I'm don't know...." she mused. "I would love to get rid of it. I have a feeling if we can break the curse of the sacrifice...well...it's more of a hope than a feeling" she conceded. "In any case, if we are going to get the sacrifice right, we need those ingredients. Problem number one. If we need to hike to the nearest village, then to the nearest village we need to go. Unless they are stored in those jars down in the temple. Faster, for sure. Not sure if its safer...."

You may have been asking for medicine skill (as SB has JoT) in which case Ill take 10 for a 13 result (as per skill section)? But if an INT roll is needed...! INT / Medicine: 1d20+3 8

GM "Bah! Magical heroes? Dealing in black magic? Who do you suggest, I wonder? Eldritch? Nick Cimitiere? Phantom? Hah! None would touch what sustains me. Maybe you would rather I go to some foolish pretender like Rene DeSaens?" he mocked, full of bitterness. He continued shuffling, slow. Whatever other dark sorcery propelled him, his body remained weak. "I...." he paused. "Would not use children as a shield. I am would not inflict my curse on anybody, nay, even to save their life" he muttered. "My drive to survive is strong, and no doubt you dissaprove of much of what I have done to survive. But there are something I would not do" he said, more strongly. "I was a stage magician. Sleight of hand, deception, illusion. One of my greatest joys, despite my flawed character, was entertaining children. No, whatever black heart you think I have, and mayhap it is black, it would not turn so vile as to sacrifice a young life!"

GM "Its not wrong when I when I don't have a choice, is it?" asked Finnigan who had at least been listening to what Justice had to say. "I have to make a living somehow. Pay back the witch who cursed me. See if I can...somehow....rejoin the human race" he continued, earnestly. To emphasise his point, the illusion he had cloaked himself in dropped. In its place was the same rotting skeleton with wasted limbs and hanging skin. "But reverse this? No. If I simply reverse the curse, then I will be dead in a month. Maybe two. Unless someone miraculously has a cure for cancer...." He groaned. "uuuggh....I can feel it still, riddling my bones! A grinding pain...verily, tis most vexatious!" he grunted. "But despite it all, I will not relinquish my life! I do not wish to die, and in some way, I have immortality, as despicable as it is!" "I need the money to survive! To buy pain killers, to pay the underworld of occult warlocks and sorcerers! And yes, to understand the murk that clothes my skin. And to use it! I am determined, if nothing else! Maybe I need the horn of a unicorn. Maybe I need liquid moonlight! But whatever I need to master my condition, I will get it!"

Snakebite "At this point..." gasped Cassie, her energy depleted. "I don't think what we want comes into it...we cant let the beast loose on the world. " She pulled out the medical kit from their supplies, and started tending, as best she could to Neil. And herself. "Something's gone terribly wrong here. A corrupted sacrifice to the gods. The moon ghost, Kayara, she wanted to be sacrificed...but her slayer, maybe her lover, stabbed her in the back. If you pardon the pun...." She didn't like the look of Neils wounds, but he was at least alive. They both were. "Must have sent her crazy, and that beast down below probably just as mad, in its own way" she continued. "What I don't get, though, is how you are tied up to all of this" she asked, firmly. "Kayara, or the beast, or whatever we have here, they seem to have it in for you....why is that, I wonder?"

Im so sorry this thread slipped under my radar! I didnt realise I was up! Brain fart! Ill get onto it now!

GM "Why, would you have them in the light?" answered Finnigan. "I do not keep them in the shadows, I teach them how to use the shadows. The art of illusion, concealment. When you are societies junk, 'tis the shadows that are useful, and the light is but a pleasant threat. You are always insisting that I do this to the fingers. That I do that...." He sighed. A croaked, dark sigh. "It is you that inflicts your will on them. Not I. Do you see me point a gun at them? Hold a knife to their throat?" he asked, softly, almost whispering. He started circling aroung Justice, keeping to the shadows. As the sun set, it was hard to see him. "Tell me now, plainly, what do you intend to do with me?"

GM And as it happened, the spears went up. Not in salute, but it seemed quite clear that by destroying the leaf they had done some service. Something worthy of approval. Not that that maked them friends. They started bickering and discussing the destruction of the leaf for a moment, pondering what to do. Pointing spears at the sky, at Dust Devil, and into the jungle to the four corners of the compass. And, most emphatically, at the tunnel that lead back to the magic mesa. "Setho?" it was more a question now, less a demand - although it had a touch of iron to the words. The spear pointed everywhere now, its question implicit. Where is he?

GM "I didn't profess to be master of my fingers" replied Finnigan standing up slowly, to his full and exceptional height. Even now, whilst he looked human and had meat on his bones, he had a thin, beanpole like build. The old top hat he was wearing was augmenting his appearance considerably. It was a very tall top hat! "I persuaded them. I implored them. And, I believe I had partial influence, for they have stolen less. But I taught them to defy authority, and that includes, to some extent, mine own. I am not a tyrant, I am a teacher..." With the flick of the wrist, the coins appeared in his palm again. "I take a little for myself. You do not see me draped in velvet and gold, do you? You see no stacks of dollar bills? Just dimes and nickels in hand!"

Rev "Just? What do you mean just?" huffed Rev, finally managing to get oxygen into her lungs. Although she did feel like she had some rattling screws knocking about her lungs. In Rev's case, feeling like that could very well mean she had some screws loose. "I'm thirty eight!" she said, lying blatantly. "I et my vegetables and moisturise twice a day!" she explained, standing up tall and patting her rosy cheeks. "And if you think thats a load of wind, get a load of this!" She oustretched her right palm and span a vortex of air from her jets, hoping to blow the bejewelled crook right off his throne!

Standing on a platform eh? Time for some wind. Namely, Trip 10 Knockback extra, Area Line. Thats a DC 20 Reflex Save to cut it down to Trip 10 And then opposed (worse of Acrobatics/DEX/STR) vs Opposed Trip Roll: 1d20 3 Thats so bad, its time for a reroll spending an HP Reroll Opposed Trip: 1d10+10 11 as bad as you could get. Still, thats 21 if he does not make his Reflex save vs area, and 16 if he does (notwithstanding if he has the evasion feat)