Supercape

GM The Glass woman stood slowly, her body fluid. Initially, at least, she seemed unsteady but then seemed to get a grip of her body, and became balanced. Her voice was thin and mild, and had an unpleasant raspy sound. "I cannot say who I am, other than I am me. I do not know what me is" she said, slowly, uncertain, anxious. "I awoke to the sound of singing. I found my love. I shaped this form" she explained. "What help do I need? What help do you offer? I have no desire for help. I desire only my love...."

GM Whilst the mistress of bones liked to talk, she was no fool. Just as Fax unleashed a bolt of electricity, she slammed forward her staff. For none had the drop on the other. If it was fire or ice she was firing, it would have met the lightning in the middle of the two, but as it was...well, the electric charge hit to her left, shrivelling some vines and leaves in a furious display of power. And at the same time, Alex felt a crunch in his pelvis; and not, it should be made quite clear, in any pleasurable way. No, for once again, it was the grind of bones twisting quite out of character....

Ok so for a bit of fun, let us say the strikes happen simultaneously, as neither truly has the drop on the other. So another DC 25 Toughness Save And then initiative, please!

Echohead "You mean...the club?" asked Echohead, taking a guess. "They did this to you? Needles and...other things?" Sharp eyes? Sounds scary! Sound like torture! He shuddered. "Sounds horrible. Sounds worse than horrible. Look, we are here to shut it down. Permenantly" he explained, more firmly. "Nobody should have needles. We aren't going to make you go back. But we need to go there, all the same..."

GM "Boo hoo hoo" replied the mistress of bones, wiping away imaginary tears and looking like a bad hollywood actress mocking an awards ceremony. "Everybodies got a sad story. Woe is me. Look at how brave I am to overcome tradgedy and misfortune!" "Save it for your therapist, pal" she snapped back. "I'm not here to hurt. I'm here to not be hurt. And if I have to hurt to not be hurt, then so be it" she concluded in a rather clumsy, but passionate summary of her philosophy. "Now, do you want to break your left leg in crippling agony, or your right one?" she asked. "Choose wisely, or ill break them both!" "Your a meanie!" came an invisible voice. "Whose that!" said the mistress of bones, startled. "Not me. I mean. Nobody!" said the invisible voice. "Just the wind!" The mistress startled around again, before coming back to Fax. "Whose that! Answer or Ill break every bone in your body!"

You cant realistically miss as far as I am concerned. As for master plan, "This requires at least a few minutes" is the rules for how long it takes?

GM "Everyone wants power" replied the witch. "Or is lying if they say they do not. Who is truly content with an life ordinary? unexceptional? who does not wish to make their mark on the tapestry of history? Would you be a thread through which it is woven?" she asked. "You have power, and you are in no position to judge those who do not. "My vision is grand, my sight is far. I studied the occult, and found this staff and have the will to use it, to master it. I would not throw that away, no, I embrace it! just as you have embraced your fortune" "I have splintered and broken bones, this is true. Of the fit, healthy, and blessed. Not killed them, just tought them a lesson in fortune and misfortune. And in doing so, learned more. It is a knowledge I will use wisely!"

GM And so... 'Twas not a tricky business to get in, despite the Duke's cunning artifices. Comrade Frost could merely float in, his gasous form slipping through the keyhole. Voin jumped through space to land nearly in the mansion. It was quite glorious, inside, full of antiques. The art selection was particularly impressive, even to one who knew little about art. Classic and expensive, they looked, for expensive and classic they were. But the biggest surprise came as the pair reached the drawing room. For there, being served tea and cake, was the Duke himself, a short rotund man of antique style and regally trimmed beard. In deep discussion about science with Dr. Sin himself!

GM As Fax entered the tiny building, the Mistress of Bones spun round to meet his gaze. His shuffling feet kicked up dust and reverberations easily captured by the walls. "Persistant and bone headed" she commented. "And I should know about bones!" she added, brimming with pride. "I'd crack your head wide open just for your stupidity. A pleasure, it would be. But you are also in my way, and doubled is my reason for doing so" she threatened, waving her staff. "This place is full of power, can you not smell it? Bones under rich soil, buried with ritual and magic. If I can harness that, then nothing would stop me..." she explained, eyes glazing at the mere thought of such wealth.

Technically I think no actions if dazed, but lets pause a moment and drift out of combat for la drama! For reference: Fax - 0 HP - Bruised x2 Do you want to edit in that IC staggering into the Mausoleum?

Fine by me!

GM Again, there were firewalls and anti-intrusion software, cryption and passwords. They melted like butter for Replica. There was the usual junk, including the video game of Gunbusters 8, which was just as bad as the film but somehow was reasonably popular. Treestock must like shooting things. More interesting, however was video capture of the woman stored under "Glass" folder. A melting, bubbling figure staggering into the club in the early morning, and finding Treestock. THe figure slowly, over the day or two, become more solid - in that she was more firmly formed. She claimed, in broken English, to have bonded somehow with Treestock when he sang to her. The memories were fragmented and disjointed, and she knew little more than that. For his part, Treestock had figured out that "feeding" her glass would repair her, regenerate her, recuperate her. Behind her, Replica sensed (via her magnificent radar sense, which fortunately covered her back) that very same glass figure beginning to stir...

Do you wish to respond / add in @Avenger Assembledor shall I press on?

GM The Mistress of Bones staggered back, her blue hair rising high and straight with the shockwave. SHe gripped her staff tightly with bony fingers, and let out a scream of pain as she stumbled. "Ooh! That stings!" she gasped, her breath still with her but ragged. "I could almost feel my ribs crack! Yes! a bit like this...." she said, teeth gritted and pointing her staff once more at Fax - this time he felt the most splintering sensation (which was unpalatable to say the least) in his left side, his ribs attempting to bend and contort in some macarbe dance. "Now, let me get on with the real work!" she added, and half ran-half stumbled into a small (almost tiny) stone mausoleum in the centre of the graveyard. It could not have been more than a dozen feet across, and it was covered in greenery. It felt cold, somehow....

GM So for this round, the MoB will try the same thing, just the ribcage this time...so another DC 25 Toughness save. Then, she will run into a small mausoleum in the centre of the graveyard. For reference, Fax can reach it too with a move action.

Reflex Save: 1d20+6 10 reflex and... fort Save: 1d20+6 21 for stun! lucky escape! Round 3: 32 - PP 20 - MoB - Unharmed 20 - Skeletons [5] 4 - Fax - Bruised

GM Bzzzzt! came the sizzling sounds of sizzling bounds. As fists flew, full of supercharged electical electricity, the skeletons advancing in front of Fax exploded into dust and ash, completely unable to take the force and the fury. "Oh dear!" said the Mistress of Bones, not best pleased. "Yippee!" said an invisible voice, most full of cheer. As the skeletons behind him continued their advance, the Mistress of bones pointed her staff at Fax. "Well, that was impressive. Shockingly impressive!" she conceded. "But Ill snap that smile right off from your jaw bone!" she declared. And Fax did indeed feel a most grinding pain in his jaw...

As they are not quite in a group ill split the difference and say you can get the five in front of you. Its a +2 damage bonus as they have a defence of +5 Which means they cannot make the save, ergo, all zapped! Round 2: 32 - PP 20 - MoB - Unharmed 20 - Skeletons [5] 4 - Fax - Unharmed - 2 HP The Mistress of Bones will kick of with a perception range bone splintering attack; so a DC 25 Fort Save.

GM "Ha! Skull was a fool to love me! He was bait for fools!" she retorted. "Now, I'm done needing him. Instead....I have these lovely fellows!" With a raise of her staff, the ground erupted in earth, and ten glistening clean skeletons flew out of the graves around Fax. Mindless and hollow eyed, they started to advance - and these were no shuffling undead. The mistress of bones knew her craft, and these fellows were as quick and agile as they were when alive. For her part, the mistress moved behind a large gravestone, chuckling to herself!

Initiative: 1d20+13 32 for Puzzle Pixie Round 1 32 - PP 20 - MoB - Unharmed 4 - Fax - Unharmed - 3 HP Puzzle Pixie is invisible! Mistress of Bones will Summon 10 Skeletons as a move action! For her move action she will take partial cover behind a large gravestone!

Initiative: 1d20+5 20 Sense Motive: 1d20+13 31!

Please do so! (And thus roll initiative and bluff!)

GM With a snap that sounded like cracking bones, the eyes popped open. The mistress of bones was quick on the uptake, her mind razor sharp, and her body spun around with alarming speed. "What? Who? You!" she spat, recalling her adversary. "You caused some real headache for me back at the concert, my friend. But this is a different playing field" she said, voice low and slow. "Before I crack open your skull and scoop out the straw inside, tell me...who are you?" She looked at a nearby grave. "And what would you like on your gravestone?"

GM The Mistress of Bones was gripping her long staff hard with white knuckles. Her eyes were almost closed, and between the drooping eyelids and her mumbling, she seemed for all the world quite oblivious to Fax's silent approach. The language appeared Latin, and whilst Alex was mult-lingual, alas, Latin was not part of his repertoire - although he recognised the language well enough. The Mistress swayed slightly, lost in concentration, lost in ritual. She seemed thin now, even more so than before, but wiry and vital all the same.

Stealth roll!