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  1. Take 10 will work fine I believe thats a DC 15 Tough Save? Tough Save: 1d20+3 19 He makes it! So the other three will all attack with improvised weapons: again, not a massive threat but... Punchy stabby hitty: 3#1d20+3 5 12 20 one hits, a damage 4 effect giving DC 19 Tough Save
  2. GM "Gazooks! You Found Me!"came a tinny voice from the spoon. Sammy the spoon (or a third of a spoon) yelped. Sarah, in shock, dropped the spoon. "Me wants hunny! Yummy hunny!" explained Sammy the spoon, who in the blink of eye popped into the shape of a six inch tall metal figurine. Agile, nimble, and oh so small. "Me not want to be key! Me want hunny!" it protested, and started scuttling off into Sarahs office.
  3. Round 1 9 Scarab - Unharmed 7 Thugs [3] - Unharmed Unlikely to be a difficult combat but lets see how it goes when weapons offline! The thugs are about twenty feet away or less, so lets fudge that as broadly in mellee range. NB: You can use a move action to pick up a crowbar / hammer / plank of wood as an improvised weapon if you wish!
  4. GM Cassie Crow was, for her part, enjoying the menu of sensations. How she loved travelling! Or, more accurately, how she loved arriving somewhere new. Travelling to somewhere new was a bit of a drag. How preferable this locale in comparison to the jet plane! (Although the Gin and Tonic had been rather nice). She could not resist buying a few foods from this stall and another, all - in her estimation - delicious. Doctor Tate being late was mildly concerning, but she imagined this part of the world didn't operate on strict clock watching. "If you can ask around, do so, but I would be discreet. And careful. If something has gone awry with Doctor Tate, asking questions about him overtly is likely to be dangerous" she explained. "In the mean time, Ill get another shot of Gin. If they have it. Its a good drink for bar-room brawls!" she said, laughing gently.
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    Texan BBQ

    GM "What? Er....sure..." said Vernon Salt, taken aback at the mere fact that the worlds greatest chef had spoken more than two words to him! He was expecting a mix of expletive and "off". In that order. Half expecting his mouth to explode, quite ignorant of the ruse, he put a piece of offered food into his mouth. "mmm...yes...ah...er....cinammon jam?" he ventured, completely clueless. "No...no....I mean....wooster sauce?" he ventured, arguably closer to the mark but completely wrong. In fact, so flummoxed he was by even talking to Queenie that he could barely remember to breathe, let alone focus on nuance of taste and scent. "Ohhh! I don't know I don't know? Its delicious though! Please! PLEASE! WHATS YOUR SECRET?" he said, starting to sob. "Is it Peruvian Salt? Japaense Mango? PLEASE!" he babbled. "ILL DO ANYTHING!"
  6. GM "That does sound...unlikely!" said Sarah, her eyebrows arched and thus indicating but "unlikely" she meant "insane". However, this was the Beekeeper she was talking to. And any beekeeper like herself worshipped the Beekeeper that was the Beekeeper. (Gosh! This was getting confusing!) "But if you say so, then we better have a look!" She looked outside. "Good golly gosh darn it! There is a giant outside!" "ME WANT KEY" stomped Grumpy, loudly. "Told ya!" echoed Pixie, a faint smile on her lips. "Well, I guess we had better find it then....in my pocket, you say?" She pulled out a spoon. It was a rather unremarkable spoon, but it had traces of honey it. "It looks like a spoon to me?" said Sarah, studying it carefully. "I mean, I cant recall having this spoon, but I don't exactly study my spoons?"
  7. Initiative Rolls please! Initiative: 1d20+1 7 These guys are minions with a Defence of +13. Not near enough for takedown attack.
  8. GM "You asked for hit!" "Yeah, she asked for it!" "Asked for it, she did!" So emboldened by groupthink, they simultanously fired. BZZZZZT! BZZZ...FZZZZ! Bar a few sparks and electronic burps, nothing came pouring out of the nozzles of the guns. "What? We tested em fine this morning?" "Damn Egg-heads! They know nothing!" grunted the largest and most stupid looking of the fellows, in a clear demonstration of the correlatoin between perceived and actual competence. "Never mind! We can still get her! Come on boys!" added the last, grabbing a crowbar and advancing...
  9. GM In cyberspace, the thunder dropped around Replica on her virtual island. Rain was everywhere, and in the distance, she could see pirate ships. But she felt the crack in the defence systems virtual world. Digital manifested as virtual. Beneath her feet, the ground cracked, and she took the opportunity to wedge it open. And fall... Fall through the defence system... And into a white room, on a white chair. Calm, peaceful. The virtual system core. "WELCOME...USER..." came a digital voice in her head. Dispassionate, functional. The AI system was now hers!
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    Gridlock

    Awesome! Ok if its ok with you, please narrate heroically cutting through the cyber defences in cyber space (however you see fit!) and ill then cut to the Cyber-core with the AI. You gain an injury and the AI gets some information on you / your mission. Your secret ID will be safe, unless you specifically want that hacked out of you (and gain an HP doing so). If you do want that hacked, it wont be released without a choice on your part, but of course it might be a hard choice.
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    Gridlock

    Oko have some fun! Computers Roll to penetrate the core system! You will certainly do this, but.... DC 25 No damage DC 20 Sustain an Injury DC 15 Sustain an injury and the AI learns all about you. YOu can raise the DC 5 to get further information that is concealed. Please narrate your cyber battle however you wish! Numbers, Puzzles, Or fighting off digital Cossacks on a pirate ship in cyberspace! (Or any combination of!)
  12. GM North had a mixture of calmness and hesitation on his face. "Look...that's a dangerous thing to do, isn't it?" he asked. Simmons nodded. "We could have two problems rather than one, if you get infected. But...we are more likely to have one rather than none if you don't..." he conceded. As far he was concerned, this was a risky move but the right one. "Well...just be careful. I dont want your circuits fried..." And so... Down in the cooled basement, Replica locked in to the quantum computer. Realms of data folded this way and that, like flowers blossoming. Few, if any, could make head or tail of it... ...and it was protected!
  13. GM "Distressed? Why no" answered the beekeeper. "Well...some of the hives haven't made as much hunny as normal. That happens, sometimes, if they colonies get agitated. Or distressed, as you say" she added. The Beekeeper took a good long look at the Beekeeper. "Why! Its the Beekeeper!" she said, excited now. "I know all about you. Well, every beekeeper does! And the other ones too, from the past. But from what I hear about you, you do a fine job!" she said, full of encouragement and shaking his hands. "You make us all proud to call ourselves Beekeepers again! Oh...what am I thinking. My name is Sarah. Sarah Sting. Yes, haha, everyone laughs at that. But it is actually my real name..." she sighed. "I must have been desitned to do this job!"
  14. GM "ME not SIT!" said Mr. Grump, stamping his foot hard. "ME get MY KEY BACK! You little SQUITS can sit around and TALKY TALKY!" he explained. "And help me get key back!" he added, a grin as an afterthought. "BUT ME not just SIT AROUND when there is KEY TO BE FOUND!" "ME COME WITH YOU!" Stompy stompy stomp he stomped off. Then stopped. "WHERE ME GOING?" He demanded. One explanation and lots of stomping later Just by the main road was the Yummytummy office. A rather pleasant old wooden building. "Yes? Can I help you?" said the beekeeper. A woman in her fifties with a robust look that suggested strength of body and will, and with a smile that was honestly quite warm. She had the faint smell of honey, and was dressed in full apiarist get up.
  15. Snakebite "Doctor Tate? Sounds perfect" replied Cassie. "Slow to warm and quick to anger?" she finished his sentence. "Hazards of travelling. At least to some parts. I have had a few scrapes in my time" she conceded. "But don't worry, Ritterton. I know how to be diplomactic and tactful. Ill swallow my enthusiasm in the name of patience" she smiled. Truth was, it wouldn't be an easy or tasty swallow. This mystery had got her very excited, and she was willing the jet to fly faster. "I don't want things to get rough. But, in my experience, its best to plan ahead..." She opened up her hand bag and showed him the Tranq-gun revolver. "Just in case..."
  16. Snakebite Cassie didn't particularly like flying, but it held no particularly noxious status either. Instead, she helped herself to a Gin and Tonic and continued pondering some of the books and maps she had packed. She wondered what his bad experiences were, and decided not to ask. Not, at least, whilst on the plane. "History isn't really a precise science is it? I guess that's part of why I love it. Still, I uncovered something..." She gave a potted synopsis over ten minutes, showing him the fruits of her labours. "Which, I suppose, gives us a strong indication of what we might find. I hope you aren't allergic to silver" she smiled.
  17. Sure. I was going to have that in the intro. YOu can assume that WEST have a truck with various equipment in it parked at the BBQ. However, due to the time needed to pull this together and size constraints, it is not top quality. So no tricoder, and a -2 penalty to on-site knowledge / craft rolls (what we are talking about is low end university / top range high school stuff).
  18. Snakebite Carrawessi...At'tay... Myths and legends, giving an obscured look at the past. She closed the last book that lokoed worringly like it had be bound in human flesh, with a satisfaction at he work. The tale was a familiar enough archetype, although it was more bleak and poetic than most "Sorcery gone wrong" types. She could only imagine that At'tay, if he was real (And she suspected he was), was neither good nor bad. Just a man with power in his hands and pain in his heart. The mystery was ripening. She could hardly wait to get on the plane. Or, more accurately, to get off it. Packing a few books and maps, and her clothes, she went to board a privately chartered jet... Well, wealth had some privileges. And, of course, her tranq - gun and whip needed to come. You could never be too careful...
  19. Round 3 27 Duplicate Duke - Unharmed, Prone 25 - Frost - 0 HP - Fatigued, Bruised, Dazed 15 - Morgen - Unharmed [Sword at Tough 6] 12 - Voin - Unharmed - 2 HP 7 - DReadnought - Unharmed - 0HP 0 - Dr Sin - Pinned I think a response from Frost is warranted in terms of reaction and speech, even if he is dazed? The Duke is just blowing kissed at Voin right now
  20. GM "You have clearly defeated me" laughed Dr Sin, who looked for all the world as if he had one a huge victory. "I am completely powerless, and at your disposal!" He looked Dreadnought straight in the eye. "You have signed the Codus, have you not? I know you are bound not to kill me, or induce promethean suffering. Yes, I saw your scrawl in Murk's book, along with mine own. So enough with your threats! I have surrendered to your will, and I know you will not dare face the wrath of the Codus. I confess, even I would find such animosity worrisome!" Meanwhile, Morgen paused. She held her sword with a ferocious grip, and her muscles were tight with coiled anger. "Well, Ice-man? It seems I have another cold hearted demon defeated..." she said, blunt and determined. "My..friend...Joseph, speaks well enough of you that I will mute my suspicion, and stay my hand. Do you yield?"
  21. GM Bees were not, of course, the smartest of insects. And insects were not the smartest of living things. Still, in a community, some kind of quasi-intelligence was always presence. "Yezzzzz!" was the resounding answer from a hundred bees. "We zzzaw some little shiny man eating our honey!" they replied angrily. "We stung him and stung him but it didn't bother him! He was to shiny!" Shiny probably meant metal, one would suppose. "He was hiding in the bee keepers pocket! He looked like a spoon!" they explained. This presumablyl was the real bee keeper. In that it mean the man running Yummytummy. The man who was keeping these bees, as opposed to the kid in a magnificent bee armour!
  22. GM The Duke dove to the floor and got major grass stains on his silk shirt. "You ruined it! Ruined it, you did!" he protested. "My garden, my shirt, and my pride!" He didn't looked that bruised in pride, to be honest. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, by all appearances. He just liked complaining, and doing so with a grin on his face. He turned over, still lying down, and took the pose of a reclining Buddha which fitted his rather short, rather fat frame. "Oh I do like a lady who is unladylike!" he said, blowing her a kiss and giving her a wink.
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