Supercape

NB: Ex if you feel it fits the narrative and clumsy complication feel free to scuff that roll an earn an HP.

Apologies I had a brain fart. I had you getting 22 not 24. YOu grapple Dr Sin (He cannot beat that). Post away

Lamentably, Dr Sin is master ofmysterious martial arts and has a whopping Defence of +14! Can you post IC?

Snakebite Cassie studied the maps with great interest. Not just the geography, but the substance. This was not the first map of human flesh she had seen (And in fact the British Museum had worse locked away from public consumption without special request), but it remained unpalatable. "Someone's literally scrubbed it off the map" she concluded. "And seeing as it doesn't appear in any modern map, with all out satellites and so on, that's some spectacular feat. Either this is some global consipiracy, a scientific marvel, or some Eldritch machination" she concluded. "Or possibly all three" she added, studying the coin. "In any case, I sense an adventure coming on! TIme to visit Indonesia!"

GM "Honey! YES!" replied Mr. Grumpy the Grumpy Freen Giant. "SAM the SHAFT! That was what he called himself. The middle bit!" he explaied, twiddling with his fingers to indicate the bit of a key that lay betwixt one end and the other. "He loved HONEY!" "CURSES! It was ALL Mr. CANDYS FAULT!" he said, stamping his feet angrily. "KEPT FEEDING THE KEY HONEY, MARSHMELLOWS, AND CHOCHOLATE!" He turned off to some imaginary fourth wall. "DONT FORGET KIDS! SUGAR IS ADDICTIVE!" He turned back to the Beekeeper. "YOU! WASP! CAN YOU HELP ME FIND SAM? This place has LOTS OF HONEY! He MUST be HERE!"

I think Sin will resist that so go for an attack!

And New thread is up! Along with the OOC!

OOC for this!

GM "Robotics, eh?" said North, tapping his chin. "Handy. We have all sorts of threats to deal with, and, yes, the development of Artificial Intelligence is on that list. Although I dare say robotic weapons and the like should be on it too. Imagine a rogue drone equipped with tactical nukes. Or self replicating robot soliders. Pretty much anything can be weaponised these days, and any weapon is, by its nature, a threat" He stood up and shook Replica's hand. "Well, consider yourself on our list of consultants, madam. Im sure ill push through the paperwork. Even if it does take a long time..." he sighed. "Lets hope we don't need you. But, to be frank, in todays world, I suspect it won't be long..." ~ Fin ~

GM August 30th 16:15 WEST has a small office just the other side of the street (or thereabouts). It was here that Replica came to see Dr Norris North who sat, pressing his temples, anxiety perfusing his sweat. The message had just said URGENT! VERY URGENT! "We have a serious problem" he muttered, not pleased with said problem. "I think we have a rogue AI. Some idiot hacker has taken the brakes off a traffic control system. We were already getting concerned about the experimental code in the quantum computer ASTRO labs installed there. Now it looks like the traffic is going,...well...mental...." he explained, not happy with his explanation. "WEST is meant to head off these threats before the brown stuff hits the fan" he said, dissapointed. "Now, we are against the clock. And I am thin, to say the best, on resources. I hope you can handle computers. Please tell me you can handle computers! You said you could handle computers!"

Snakebite "Indonesia? I can put it on a map" replied Cassie. "But I have never been. Would like to, but my life is rather busy. And I can't speak Malay" She could speak a dozen languages, but not Malay! "Other than that, its an interesting place. Islamic, multi-cultural, a collection of islands with a rich history. Biodiverse" she concluded. She knew the history of course, but she always felt that there was something more solid in an understanding of a place when one had actually been there. "And if you are dangling that rumour in front of me, don't wory. Consider me hooked!"

In case you missed my discord message This thread is a post or two from wrap. Were you up for a follow up with WEST? I beleive you fancied something about working with AIs? (of the moderately malign type, I would think!)

GM "Well, that would work, I suppose...." grumped the Doctor, vexed that his own magnificent ideas were trumped by another (obviously inferior, he considered) ideas. With a tweak of electrodes, a reconfiguration of vibration modulatoin, and a gravitronic reversal (all courtesy of the magnificent mind of the Scarab), the sonic blasters were reconfigured. "I have to say, I am impressed!" conceded the doctor, his irritation superseded by admiration. "That should temporariliy inhibit all Daka-energy! I mean, its all a bit unpredictable with corrupted crystals...but even I have confidence. Not very much confidence, of course, but that, I dare say, is my personality rather than my rational assessment!" he added with uncharacteristic insight. All thanks to the Scarab's genius!

Ok, thats good enough to allow your weapons to be changed to an continuous area nullify (Daka handwave). However, using them for any other purpose will require an HP or fatigue on the weapons as thats how they are configured, and will of course stop the nullify until you reactivate it.

Throw me a Know (Physical Sciences) roll for that! and, if you wish to modify your weapons to optimise them for nullification, a Craft (Electronics)

Snakebite Cassie was in a neutral dress and heels, looking professional and academic - or at least she hopes. She was not exactly uncomfortable in such formal wear, but it was not her natural habitat either. The British Museum, however, was. She shook Doctor Ritterton's hand confidently. "That's right, Doctor Ritterton. It's a pleasure to meet you. Can I offer you a drink?" she asked politely, indicating the drinks cabinet that had, pride of place, some of the finest port you might place on lips. She felt rather impressed with the man's presence, intelligent and warm, rich and experienced. Much like the port itself.

Bingo

GM "well...thats the problem...." said the dejected Giant, who promptly sat down. He seemed rather unimpressed with Fascimile turning into...well...a giant piece of earth himself. "Wow! Look!...I can see the great lakes!" commented PIxie, pointing exitedly at Fascimile's left scapula. "The pieces can look like ANYTHING! Thats how it is making a KEY THAT CAN OPEN THE UNIVERSE!" said the Giant, proudly. "They can change SHAPE! As long as its METAL!" He had an idea, however. "BUT! ME KNOWS HOW TO FIND THEM!" He paused dramatically. "THEY LOVE SUGAR!" "Thats why they ran away! Because they loved sugar so much! ME FED THEM TOO MUCH SUGAR WHEN WE WAS MAKING THEM!" he shouted, as if he had found the secret to existence and wished to share his genius with the world.

A continet? Lets add Burrowing 5 and Immovable 5 if thats ok?

GM The Ember Sword was stronger than steel, forged from the Icy Juice of her coccoon. Birthed in eldritch and divine energy. But still...Frosts cold grip made it cold beyond coldness, and it started to splinter. Morgen's scarred eye seemed to look at him and she gave a grimace showing off her poor dental hygeine (well, it was a time well before toothpaste...) "Swift like the sharpest ice" she commented. "And you kill like the harshest winter" she speculated. "But I burn with the fire of Gods. No fire or ice will ever touch me again. This I have learned, and so will you..." She pulled the sword out of his grip, leaving behind splinters and shards of the ember. "I would not kill. But I will show you that my will is stronger, and no man nor woman will command me" she swore, before bringing the sword round like an axe. It was not exactly a skilled movement, but her strength, ferocity and brutal determination were effective, and the blade tore into comrade Frost. Aside from the furious strength of the blow, the Ember seemed to try and take something from him. Something inside. Maybe his soul, or life force, or essence. Call it what you will, it was precious, and Frost felt it being torn away....

So Morgen will try to intimidate Frost in response as a move action! Move intimidate: 1d20+5 22 ouch! And then swing the someone frosted ember sword! Swings Sword: 1d20+10 26 ouch again. I think that hits, in which case it is a nasty one. A DC 25 Toughness save vs damage and a linked DC 20 Fatigue Effect WIL save.

Her Will bonus is +12...so even with a super duper bonus, that wont work!

GM "Don't talk to me about peas!" grumbled the grumpy green giant. "Some young thief grew a giant beanstalk and...never mind......hmmmph...." "And dont tell me how Keys. Me makes good keys! Me melting and smelting metals for a thousand years! Me knows more about Keys than you!" he said, defiantly. "ME KNOWS KEYS!" He waves his hammer around violently. Although not, it seemed, with the intention of violence. "Me made KEY THAT OPENS ANYTHING!" he said proudly. "EVEN HEADS!" He paused to think. "NOT like THIS OPENS HEADS!" he added, pointing to his hammer. "KEY THAT OPENS ANYTHING! But then KEY DIDN'T LIKE BEING KEY, AND SPLIT OFF INTO THREE PARTS AND RAN AWAY!" He was most vexed, it seems, about the Key. "Grumpy...." commemted Pixie in her normal cheerful and unsubtle manner. "ME GRUMPY!" said Mr. Grumpy the Grumpy Green Giant. "Yes you are!" confirmed Pixie. "ME Not WANT to hurt anybody. Not VERY MUCH anyway" conceded Mr. Grumpy. "BUT me DOES want KEY BACK! And me WOULD hurt anybodies to get Key BACK. OR if me gets BORED!"

Diamondlight Some Hindu Goddess. He couldn't remember the name. Maybe justice. Or money. Hell I can't remember everything....he was nevertheless annoyed that he couldn't place her. The money however...that was interesting. He thumbed through a few notes. The National Bank of Freedom? He never dealt with that bank. He didn't bother too much with the accountancy these days, but he did when he was growing his business. He knew the nooks and crannies pretty well. The Bank no longer existed. And...now he thought about it, some of the pieces of the jigsaw fell into place. Could it be? in the sixties the original Bee-Keeper had stolen a big hoard from the national bank of Freedom, and it had never been recovered. Until now? He gave a grin of excitement. This was some discovery! The old cars, the hexagonal architecture...it must be. The Hindu Goddess didn't quite fit though...at least to his recollection. Was she some kind of guardian? there was not any security as far as he could see. Surely the Bee-Keeper had taken some precautions? A hint of danger? Hmmm....best to be alert. And in any case, there might be someone to help put the final pieces together. Satisfied with his own cleverness, he turned to go back to the High Steaks, intent on finding the modern day Bee-Keeper!

GM "Me WANTS ME KEY!" stamped the Giant. He was big and heavy and very very strong. And very green, in fact. A leather lion cloth and furry boots were his only cloth, and one would not wish to contemplate what lay underneath either...for he had a musty odour in addition. He pointed his hammer at the Beekeeper. "Have you seen my key?" he demanded. "It was a VERY naughty key. It split up and ran off. HMPH. Naughty key! I NEED it!" he explained, in what was - it must be said - a rather spartan explanation. "And why are you a BEE?" he asked the Beekeeper. One got the impressoin that whilst the giant was not stupid....he was very far away from smart.....