Supercape

Ok so given the confuse cloud is visible, I will give the approaching persons / things a +5 situational bonus on the reflex area save. What do we have? Three horse sized dinosaurs, three Lemurian warriors astride them! For mainly my own reference... Dinosaurs Lemurian Riders

GM All three seemed to shudder. "Look, he's a creepy guy, ok?" blustered the more alert woman. "Nobody really knows anything about him. Turned up a few months ago, got a gang of kids together. Never seen in the light of day. He lets us get on with our business, and we let him get on with his. But..." "Nobody figured him out" said the man. "Just a pile of voodoo rumours, you know?" he said, nervously. "So we really want to know what...I mean who, he is...and what his deal is, you understand?" he said. It was a vague but honest objective. "Hard to do business here on Trumble street if you don't understand all the variables...." explained the woman. "vvvvvariabubblebubblebubbles...." said the echolalic stoned woman.

Snakebite "Nonsense!" wheezed Cassie, fighting to get her breath back. I'm sure I broke a rib... ...or two.... Still. It could be worse. She could be dead! "We are both getting out of here alive. Maybe even in one piece" she joked, as she felt oxygen hitting her blood stream again. "But its fast...very fast. We need to get somewhere it can't follow. Out of here, or through some gap it cannot follow!" she said. She ignored the smell of his blood, although it didn't smell good. Time for first aid later, though...back at camp if possible, otherwise it would be a makeshift sloppy piece of medical care. She just hoped he hadn't got something really nasty, like a haemopneumothorax...

TOugh Roll: 1d20+6 25 toughness and Notice: 1d20+15 28 notice!

Not right now! But coming up - depends what you get up to!

GM "Gas Man? Yeah I heard about that guy" "Real %$^!hole" On this, surely, everyone could (and did) agree. And it certainly was the oil to smooth the engine of diplomacy. "Finnigan ain't much better, though. Creepy guy, must be allergic to sunlight. Only saw him once and looked like some shifty old man, not a pound of meat on him. Just skin and bones" shuddered the man. "I mean, he never did us know harm. His pick pocket kids are alright. He makes sure they never go pickin our pockets..." "We'd hava a problem with that" said the non-spaced-out-woman, trying to look fierce and mean. "Uhihuuuuuhhhhhh." areed the spaced-out-woman, ruining any chance of this image. "Anyway if you want to check out Finnigan..." finished the man, pointing to a run down two story building (it was initially three story, but the upper story was no more), "try the basement down there. And mind yourself on the stairs. And, uh, if you do check him out, you can do us a solid by letting us know what you find out..." "Creeeepyyyy...." drooled the spaced-out-woman, her grin painted on be chemicals, but her fear still bubbling through.

GM The three of them turned around, trying to look cool, acting suspicious. Two women and a man, dressed in urban attire, with plenty of rings and tattoos. "Finnigan?" said one, slowly, sizing up Robin. "What you want with Finnigan?" "We can hook you up with what you neeeeeed...." slurred one of the women, a glazed expression on her eyes, her vocal chords lagging behind her brain. "Sure" finished the other woman. "We got what you want. Best gear in Trumble street. Even got Zoom and Max!" she said proudly. "Wait!" interrupted the man. "You ain't a cop are ya?" he asked suspiciously. And quite stupidly, for surely no cop would admit to being a cop. "She ain't no cop, idiot!" replied the second woman. "Although..." she interrupted herself. "...what do you want with Finnigan?"

GM Social media was alive with its normal menu of rubbish, flotsam, and ego. It took both brain and stomach to wade through the vapid posts about this, that, and the other (although mainly, it seemed, about the self), but buried admidst the static was some pertinent information. Theft! Not at the rate, it seemed, that had ripped through the neighbourhood a few days ago, but pick pocketing still. At a reduced rate, but pver a wider area. Had Finnigan kept his word? It appeared not. Although he had also claimed that he was not in full control of his fingers. Trumble street looked as run down as ever, and night was falling fast, as was a chill in the air. Passing a few drug addicts that lay almost comatose in a condemned buildings porch, one could feel the dark and cold freezing their poor bodies, which mumbled and groaned. Down further, a few thugs stood around a fire - possibly, by the looks of them, drug dealers and perhaps even the sellers who had committed those poor souls to the night.

Snakebite Stand and die? I might just... "<There might>" gasped Cassie as she felt ribs crack. In a moment, she was in things grasp, in its horrendous strength. It was all she could do to stop her vision turning black. "<If you did not eat everyone that might help you!>" It was a bluff, of course. She had no intention of ever letting something this malign into the world of men. But if she could save her own skin, that would be a nice bonus too. "<Think on that before you chew my Lemurian bones!>" she wheezed, barely able to get a lungfull of air. "<You might be sucking my marrow...I hope the taste, gone in a moment, is better than the chance of emancipation!>"

Lets roll with it and see where it takes us. Grapple Roll: 1d20+18 19 so pinned as well. Lets see what Neil does!

GM Another day, another device. In this case, a magnificent shiny gas mask! That was the results of Ronins day of labour and sweat. Fortunately, the sweat was mental rather than physical, for the fever had well and truly broke. There was a slight itch in the morning, but it sooned passed. Everything, it seemed, was fighting fit. And with goggles and mask ready, fighting-ready too! As far as Robin knew, there had been no thefts over the weekend. But how much did she know? Police responses to pick pocketing where sluggish, and they did not give out such information freely even if they did collate it. And it was hardly news worthy. Word of mouth was less reliable but more accessible - although being stuck in a lab the whole weekend wasn't the best way to pick up gossip!

All good by me. You have your gas mask and night vision goggles! They are, as per rules good for one encounter before breaking / running out of juice / gas filter clogged up etc (although can extend for another encounter with an HP).

Tough Save: 1d20+6 9 well its not looking too good. Thats a dazed, bruised, staggered. And the grapple roll will be extremely tough to beat. Before going further, what would this be like, narratively, if Snakebite gets KOd or beaten by the beast? Im always happy for PCs to get knocked out and beaten now and again.

GM Sunday The sky was clearer in the morning, and the city had a certain stillness to it. The glum atmosphere had lifted somewhat, and there was even a little birdsong in the early hours. And, fittingly, Robin's fever had broke. True, she awoke to a sweat ridden pillow and her sheets were a mess after they hab been thrown off and on again whilst she was asleep in an unconscious effort to regulate her swinging temperature. But, damage to her bed aside, and a little (easily solved) dehydration, she felt back to new!

ok thats enough to be free of the disease! Justice - Unharmed - 2 HP

Free action: Talk Move action: Holster Pistol Standard Action: Punch! Shifting +2 to DC, -2 to Attack Punch beast: 1d20+10 27 I imagine that hits, and if so a DC 23 Tough Save.

Snakebite Cassie did not much like being called "it", but if this creature smelled the Lemurian blood in her veins then she could see its point of view. Not a point of view she much liked, either. Her train of thought was brought to an abrupt end by a smashing limb of the beast that caught her full on. She rolled with the blow, but still felt the trickle of blood down her arm and a gasp, a grunt, of pain escaping her lips. By Hermes, he is fast! "<So this is what you have come to? Living in the darkness, imprisoned? Have you no ambition?>" she goaded. Her pistol seemed quite useless. She slid it back into its holster. No, instead it seemed she might actually have to go head to head with this creature. Or run. She was a fairly tall, athletic woman to look at her, but she was stronger than she looked. Considerably stronger, with the Lemurian blood in her bones and muscles. And this was why she moved up to the beast and swung her fist as hard as she could...

GM Saturday It was a cold, overcast and gloomy day, which (as it was the weekend) put everyone in a tepid mood. Not Robin, however. She was working feverishly on her next creation! Feverish being the operative word. She was running a temperature and has generalised myalgia and malaise. There was no doubt about it - she was coming down with something rather nasty. Still, whilst her body might be run down, nothing was stopping her mind from working!

Justice - Drained 1 CON (Disease, 1 save made) - 3 HP I'm going to be a bit mean and say no bonus to fort save if Justice is also designing! If she truly stays in bed all day, watching TV and drinking hot chocolate (or something) then +2!

Tough Save: 1d20+6 12 its a little too early to get pounded that hard, so I will reroll spending an HP (down to 1 now I think) Tough Save 2: 1d10+16 25

GM The WEST plane of course was primarily based on bleeding edge technology. But Director North had been prudent...when faced with any possible unknown variables including EM disturbances and dimensional anomalies, it paid to have back ups. In this case, detailed topographical maps of the known world. Northern Finland was not exactly the most populous area, and at this time of year primarily snow, darkness, and northern lights. But it had not been omitted from the map files. It was not in high scale, but it would certainly do - roads, mountains, lakes and rivers could all be clearly seen.

Fine by me! You may wish to cut to Saturday and another Fort save but I leave that to your discretion!

GM It was late Friday when Robin finished the goggles. She had been fortunate in that interruptions had been infrequent and brief. Ahead of her, the weekend, when everything was going to be even more quiet. The fruits of her labours were impressive, a lovely pair of goggles that could magnify the most infentisamally small light into a workable picture of good quality. And they looked pretty cool too. Unlike Robin herself. A cold was one thing, but she could feel the sweat on her brow - and it was not merely from exertion. She was running a temperature, and joints were starting to ache...

GM The sonic wave hit Yasser before he could move...and created quite the little firework display of light and sound thanks to the collision of his white sparking energy and the crunching sonics of the Scarab. Indeed, many observers would, for a second, think it was the fourth of July. But it was not the time, nor the place for such celebration. For whilst Yasser took a step back, then energy that would have thrown a lesser man across the room had merely caused him a blooded nose (both literally and figuratively). "Destroyer!" he shouted, as loudly as one could imagine - and this time it was rage rather than deafness that inspired such a yell. "YOU SHALL PAY WITH YOUR LIFE!" And with that, he flung streams of lightning at the Scarab...

He wasn't expecting that! That hits him even if he was not flat footed, and I believe that is a DC 27 Tough Save Tough Save: 1d20+10 23 which gives him a bruise. In response, Daka blast! Daka Blast!: 1d20+8 10 And now lets move to some semblance of a round! YOu have initiative as you fired first, so I hope you don't mind a massive init fudge as below... Round 1 20 - The Scarab - Unharmed - 4 HP 10 - YAsser - Bruised Meaning the Scarab is up!