Supercape

GM "Date?" replied the little green man. "I don't know about date" He shuffled a little and played with some of the vines on his body. "Its after the past and before the future. That's the only date I know!" he chuckled. "I was told to awake you some moons ago. I lose count of these things. I have lived so many moons I don't really keep track of them" he explained. His eyes were very old. "But old as I am, somebody older still told me to wake you. I believe you know him? Murk, he said his name was, although I am sure he has many names. I have met him once or twice before. The Blind Man who sees, they call him around here..."

GM A few thousand years later, give or take a few thousand years.... Tribes came, tribes fell. Even the landscape shifted. But this was still old, old times, and the lands of Wales were forest, hill and green, with grey rains and flowing streams, unspoiled by the wonders and horrors of modernity. And around this time, Dreadnought was awoken. A small man, only four feet high, or thereabouts, was sitting on a rock beside him, leaning on a twisted cudgel. He was unclothed - but hardly naked, his body a mass of moss, branches, twigs, and leaves. He was brown and green and his eyes looked ancient. It was actually rather hard to see him, he blended in so well with the nature around him. "The Giant awakes!" he grumbled, voice low but friendly. "How is your head?"

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GM Saturday, Feb 24th, San Diego... Gilbert Gibbens was a short man, in an apparently ill fitting suit that seemed to show his sweating body off very well. "I have a condition!" he would explain, wiping his brow with his handkerchief. Sometimes he would sneeze as if to punctuate said condition. He had thinning hair, and looked as if he was in his mid forties. He could of course not track down Tsunami, but he had hedged his bets. And so here he was, trying to be patient, sitting in a park which was moderately busy, by a pool, under a tree, having a coffee that used to be hot, but was now getting cold, at midday. He had placed a series of cryptic messages and symbols in the local newspapers and magazines. It had cost a small fortune to do so, but he had enough money to meet the need. A student of Eastern philosophy would understand. The Sun, at midday, by still water, under wood. Life in the midst of steel and masonry. Stillness admidst motion. And so he hoped that Tsunami would get the message. He presumed that she would come in disguise, or incognito. But he really had no idea if she would come at all. But he was at least trying to reach out.

GM "Du-ude! Filming is the first priority, the last priority, and every priority inbetween!" gasped Zyte, offended but recovering quickly. He was good at adapting. He waved his hand at the notion of anything tedious, unprofessional or problematic being an issue. "I am sure we can spin it well. Its all in the angles! And the make up, of course. Never forget the make up!" he added, with a wink. "And maybe a bit of Pre-historical Eldritch history! If we add a sound track, well we can scare the brains out of them!" he said, mulling it over. It was not, he was thinking, quite what he had in mind. But he could cut and splice with the footage he already had. "I like the tag, by the way. Making look good goody looky looky goody. Or something. We can work out the dookytails later" he said, stroking his goattee. "But I like it! See, Chill Pill? Lines, man! Its all about the lines! And the angles. And the make up. And Pre-historical Eldritch horror!" he said, counting down the one thing it was all about off from his four fingers. "So, Hot Shot, whats the plan? Ill be right behind you! Close enough to look like I was being heroic but with minimal actual danger. That's my plan!"

GM "90%" moped Chill Pill. "Really? Gosh darn it. That's pretty dull...." "Never mind that! We can reframe it! How Superhero's do a regular, dull job! All for YOU!" said Zyte in a snap, his mercurial mind finding another angle straight away. "Eldritch, though, I like it!" said Zyte, keenly. "Proper Eldritch, I hope? Not like that grumpy old fool pretender Rene? What a charlatan! Calls himself an artist. PUH-LEEZ shoot me if I ever get like him!" he said, rolling his eyes. "This, we can shoot! Maybe even add in some special FX to...ahh...heighten the reality...." he pondered. He quickly rewound the camera and deleted the previous three seconds. "So, we have to persuade the police that this is a highly dangerous artifact and we need to film it. I mean, make sure it is safe. By handing it over. And maybe filming it when we accidentally on purpose unleash its power and it creates something horrible and we shoot you....you both....acting heroic?"

i *think* I spotted one error (aside from the Vignette issue which I believe is being considered separately) As I recall Lord Steam was at 248 PP so would only need 2 PP to max out. Which I think is convenient because his Vignette was not actually done (or indeed posted as done) in February - the Vignette was done in March. The net effect is the same (maxed out) of course! And I may have made a mistake in my understanding.

GM Starshot didn't like being shot at, but he had no doubt this would not be the last time he had a blaster bolt scream past him. Or, quite probably, into him. Body low, he scuttled to one side, quick and stealthy, like a predator. Like a panther. Like a snake. The Electric Fence? Designed to keep people out, he could use it to his advantage. He changes stance quickly, turning to his side, weight on one leg. Then, with a quick burst of energy, he stood up and landed a straight kick, right at the pirate. His intention: to kick the pirate right into the fence. It was shock tactics.

Move action: Shift to one side Standard Action: Kick Pirate into fence. Namely, a shifted +2 DC / -2 Attacl attack, and lets try for some knockback for an electric fence fun. Kikcs Pirate: 1d20+12 29 that should hit! Although I note it should be a +10 attack with the shift and therefore a 27 result. DC 25 Toughness save and fingers crossed for KB!

Starshot Starshot felt the Needle hit with satisfaction, but he also felt the winds of fortune shifting slightly now. Well, 'twas expected. War was brutal and chaotic, no matter how fine a soldier exerted his will to make it otherwise. Lamentations had no space in his heart or head. Not now. Instead, he pulled out his whip and took a stance. "Surprise" he said with a deep, gravel voice like tombstones falling to dust. He took a spin with his whip, and cracked it theatrically. Perhaps too slow... This is war, not a cowboy show! he told himself angrily. He wasn't going for an impression, but an effect.

Ok, so! Move Action: Draw Whip Standard Action: Attack the Unharmed Pirate with no shifting. Attacks Pirate With Whip: 1d20+12 14 yeah, well I guess that misses!

GM Ember, for his part, crawled out of Dreadnought. It hurt. A horrible tingling in his skin that erupted into burning pain in transient bursts. It was a horrible feeling that seemed to extend to his heart and dark, primitive parts of his brain. The tribe gasped and called thanks to the Gods as Ember seeped back to the ashes of the fire that does not die, and swirled into a regular fire. For now, Ember was gone, replaced by a nice hearty fire. The blackened burn skin of Dreadnought faded, but slowly and not completely - for now. The pain lingered like an ugly embrace, but the skin and pain would get better in an hour or so. For now, there was at least some relief. But Dreadnought felt something of the fire on his skin linger. Some mark, some change. For Ember was not merely a fire, but what was behind the fire. Destruction. Transformation. Creation. "Thank all the Gods!" said the Chief as the Seer danced madly. "Giant! Your story shall live forever in our histories! And beyond forever, for it must never be forgot! The Sky Maidens shall sing of your victory with every wind that blows the Sun! I can hear them now!" Morgen was more cautious in her celebration. "What will you do now, Giant? Return to the Skies to feast with the Gods?"

Starshot Starshot was quiet, and still. At least for a moment. So far, so good. Better than good, in fact. He had a mixture of momentum and surprise on their side, and that was as good as he could have hoped for. Don't think..act and think together....and be in the moment... Philosophy giving his nerves an icy focus and a fiery speed, he stayed still, and quickly sidled up to the perfect angle. He put his pipe to his lips. He was careful not to inhale. His implants could fight of any poison, but he would be a fool to get a needle in his mouth right now. Quietly, he blew hard, and propelled the poison coated dart out...

Ok, so presuming Starshot has the jump on the Pirate being Stealth, going for an all out power attack (-5 Def, +5 DC) with the Blow Pipe Blow Pipe on Pirate: 1d20+14 19 that might hit? if flat footed or even possibly if not! in either case, DC 19 Fort Save vs Paralysis! (and a poison effect)

Stealth Roll: 1d20+16 20

you can indeed! Enters hole...errr....: 1d20+14 22

Probably lob his Gas Grenade into the opening from the explosive? (Nauseate 5, Cloud, Ranged)? and take cover whilst doing so?

Starshot "Damn...." cursed Starshot aloud, hoping he would beat the Robot to the Fence. But the situation on any battlefield was mercurial. He had not been a soldier for seventy years, but the lessons learned there were hard and not forgotten. One made do with with the situation now. Clinging to the situation one hoped for caused paralysis and death. He must not be trapped behind the fence. No cover. Impetus lost. Instead, with adrenaline in his muscles, and his cybernetic implants fizzing with energy, he lunged forward with a burst of speed and jumped upwards, diving over the fence... ...landing in a crouch and spending a fraction of a second in a pose. Before moving forward in another burst of speed, and moving into a flying kick aimed straight at the Robot. I hope this hurts you more than me! And it appeared to. His foot crunched heavily into the Robot's chest, sending it flying and fizzing, a trail of sparks following. It landed clumsily, and jerked still, with smoke belching from many joints and the power cell clearly dying. Not stopping, Starshot, turned and quickly hurled the gas grenade through the hole in the wall. That should slow them down, but the show is not over yet! He crouched down and pulled out his blowpipe. Keep them distracted, disorientated, confused... With that philosophy in mind, he crept quietly round the building, searching for an entrance...

An unfortunate position! Move Action: Extra Effort double jumping distance and clear the fence, but burning the fatigue away with an HP straight away (bringing him to 2 HP) Standard Action: Charging the robot as per house rules...(+2 to attack roll, -2 to defence) MAking this count so shifting +2 to DC, -2 to attack ( a net +2 DC, -2 Defence) Charges Robot: 1d20+12 23 I hope that hits, if so a total Damage 10 (DC 25 Tough) effect.

Rev "Whoa! Another day in Freedom City!" Rev had been with Selena. She had wanted to get out of the School. There was a lecture on ethics and philosophy that, by her judgement, could not have been more dry if Captain Dry had set up a Drying Machine on a particularly dry day in the desert. Even still, that was bizarre. "Its a little bit totally awesome, isn't it?" she asked Gauss. "But, you know, its probably something we should do something about. You know, like phone the police or the detectives, or take photographs or something. Something like get in there and stop the robbery and be awesome?" she suggested, hoping that Gauss would agree heartily to the matter. She didn't know Gauss that well, but as far as she was concerned Gauss was awesome until proved otherwise. Even if proved otherwise, she would probably awesome. "What do you think? Do you think we should stop the robbery, or do you think the robbery is something we should stop?"

GM And so, back at the tribe... Understandably, the tribe were both scared from the meteoric blast, hiding under rock and tree, but also scanning the sky. It was fear, and awe, and looking for some divine intervention. They were presumably hopeful that such divine intervention would be positive. But the Gods ever work in mysterious ways, and who could know their hearts or intent? Instead, Dreadnought landed roughly, causing a small impact that juddered nerves but did not uproot trees or shatter rock. Much. The Seer was the sole tribesman to be out in the open, grasping at his bald head and shouting at the skies. His intent and perception seemed confused - but such was his way. A sane man would not try to pull out his own hair when he had none. The Chief seemed more pleased. "What news, Giant? The Ski Maidens have blown a mighty wind and the Trolls beneath have stirred in their slumber most loudly! Are the Gods angry?"

GM The icy mist was seeping slowly back into the hole that, whilst distorted to a chaotic crack by the meteor, was not gone. It was seeping slowly, like a glacier. It seemed to be struggling to just maintain coherence, and even its slow crawl was an effort. "How right! Meteors, the lance from the skies! They have destroyed, and changed the earth on many times. How Lemuria feared and worshipped such sky spears!" it wailed. "And now, change again! For change to happen, their must be destruction! Ah, how terrible! How much more beautiful is icy certainty!" "I am gone, but the hole remains! And Ice will always return - and win in the end!"

Moving all out to the Camp. A few proactive rolls if / when needed: Initiative: 1d20+10 26 Initiative Notice: 1d20+10 13 Notice

Starshot "Now!" It was as good a time as any. One camera down - the approach was blind, the distraction present, and the robot inside. And so he made the call, and made it loud. He had Phalens Blaster Rifle strapped to his back, and a gas grenade gripped in his fleshy right hand. He started mentally commanding his cybernetic one to fly back to him. Maybe they could meet (in many senses of the word) halfway on the advance. Now, he started forward at full pace. There was no time to delay, and he would move as fast as he could. The sands would be difficult, but so be it. They must all charge, and wreak havoc. He would be first into the fray, with his speed (at least he presumed), and he would not shirk for starting the havoc. The pirates were slavers, brutes, and beyond reprehensible. He was not a man for cruelty, nor brutality. In fact, he despised such philosophy. But his mercy would be in short supply today.

GM The other goons eyes followed the head, and widened considerably whilst doing so. So wide, one might worry about those very aids falling out of the skulls they normally resided in. "Agh!" came the eloquent comment from more than a couple of mouths. Following such eloquence, the goons followed the natural course of action indicated by said comment. That is to say, they ran. Some dropped their weapons, some clung to them like a baby to a bauble. Who was to say which was the wiser? But with the Gas Man and the Guards gone, the entrance to the building site was no quite deserted. The inside - well, that might be a different matter.