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Ex> If its ok with you I think fiating against mimicing the key would be best as it might flummox the thread. Id suggest that works as something magic etc, but in any case it would be worth an HP? If you feel that grates against your head-canon we can roll with it and see what I can do! I wont even bother rolling against that trick!

Snakebite "Gin and Tonic. Easy on the tonic" replied Cassie politely, pushing forward a little more money than was necessary. A lot more money than necessary actually. "And give me your opinion on those tourists over there" she asked him, calmly, nodding her head at the two men who looked suspiciously like military men. "They look like trouble to me..." she said. It was said gently, a subtle suggestion rather than a definitive nail. Like placing a light feather of suspicion on someones brain.

GM Sam was fast and light on his little dainty metal feet, and how he pounced and danced left, then right, quite merrily. Oh! He might well have avoided the globule, except that it was... HONEY! At the faintest whiff of the sweet stuff, all attempts at evasion went out of the window, and he dived straight into the globule, till he was up to his neck in it. "MMMM..MMMM....HONEY!" he moaned, quite in escstacy. But, the strangest thing, for he was not impeded by the hunny. No! His metal arms flowed like shards of water as he shovelled mouthful after mouthful of the stuff into his arm... "MMM...WAIT!" he paused. "IS THIS THE REAL STUFF?" he asked the Beekeeper, suspicious? Clearly Sam was an expert on hunny. Only the real stuff would do!

I think we can run with that as Sam cant resist hunny! But...insubstantial 1! So it has psychologically trapped him, but not physically!

GM "Damn you! May your cow's udders shrivel and dry!" cursed one of the thugs, as he blocked the Scarab's fist with his face. "Get her! The slippery snake of Satan!" yelled another, who had successfully bruised the Scarab's foot with his kidneys. They pounced. Too slow, too inelegant for the Scarab. One got a hand on her arm from behind, but circular motions and momentun sent him turning around and knee deep in his own frustration. "By my uncles grey beard! GET HER!" screamed the last, quite embarressed at their performance.

OK so lets not let this drag on too long! As soon as you drop one, they will run! Grab her!: 3#1d20+3 10 21 9 three grapple rolls, one hit. opposed Grapple Roll: 1d20+4 10 his grapple roll. Ill waive that as its such a low throw and to keep things moving!

GM "Sort of" replied Pepper. "Trace amounts, and biodegradable. The chemicals are unreliable, unpredictable. Inflammable..." She paused. "Yeah...I set fire to the laboratory we used" she said, meekly. "I tell you what, if these chemicals ever get stabilised and mass produced, we solve the worlds fuel problems" she said. "But frankly I doubt it. Nobody wants their car blowing up..." She looked around a bit suspiciously. "But be mindful of that. This could attract the wrong kind of attention..." "I don't think they are nano-machines. Not really. Just self replicating chemicals, like RNA, that use organic molecules to feed into a quasi-valent helix loop" she said, more confident in her field. She gave a breif explanation of her theory which, too Gossamer sounded reasonable but unpolished. "Anyway, I got us these..." She produced too hand held sensors. "W.E.S.T. Field sensors" she explained, giving a little explanation. "They can pick up any abnormalities in the EM Range, and can even do a basic field analysis of chemicals. Not enough to understand what we are dealing with. But they can at least test a sample to see if there is something unusual..."

Tough vs Scarab Punch: 1d20+3 23 unebelievable! Do you want to throw an IC for that?

GM The first, ugliest, stupidest and baldest thug took the punch squarely on his nose. the Scarab heard a cracking sound that was far from pleasant. "Pfft! Is that all you got?" replied the Thug, who was bleeding profusely from his broken nose. He started saying something else, but the blood got in his lips and he just spluttered. "<Damn that hurt!>" he added softly in Arabic, his teeth gritted. He stepped back and it looked for one moment like he might fall. "Get her! The damn crazy woman!" said another to the third, and both swung their improvised weapons - a crowbar and a plank of wood with a nail in the end. The latter managed to strike the Scarab squarely on the back - a hearty and robust retort!

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

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.

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!

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.

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!"

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?"

Initiative Rolls please! Initiative: 1d20+1 7 These guys are minions with a Defence of +13. Not near enough for takedown attack.

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...

Notice: 1d20+15 32 bam!

Nice link!

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!

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.

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!)

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!

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!"

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.