Supercape

GM "What the heck! You got no respect, boy!" shouted Hank, furious, but...but above furious, scared to his core. He kicked the truck into gear, and squealed his tires, leaving, with all due haste, in a flurry of dust and a little earth. "Got ourselves a real damn devil-worshipper in Alabama! Always knew the day would come. These are the last days! I swear! I gotta get myself to Church, do some repentin'!" he said, wiping sweat of his brow, and blowing a kiss at a wobbling Jesus bobbing on a spring on the dashboard. "But first, I gotta get the Sherrif!" he said, reaching for his radio. A few frantic calls later... Word of the Black Knight reached the Sherrif, and was passed up a tier or two of heirarchy, before being passed to AEGIS. And more specifically, Argonaut. AEGIS requests investigation in Alabama -- Witness reports Black Knight polluting farmlands and practicing sorcery -- analysis of files shared and top secret intelligence -- Might represent United Kingdom power Black Knight -- intentions and powers unknown -- procede with caution and investigate!

So Hank will have a nominal +2 attack being a gun lover (+1 base, +2 ranged), +2 for aiming, +2 for being a shotgun. 1d20+6=11 he still misses! Black Knight is up, but basically you can narrate how you want to respond as Hank is only PL 1 and missed his one and only chance!

GM "You are here for the mushrooms? Well, I shoulda guessed, I guess. Some damn hippy. Some damn English hippy. Come over here to abuse our God Given Freedom, thinks he can get himself high on some pure American Mushrooms, eh? Yah damn hippy!" Its mah 5th Amendment...Its self - deee - fence...he is armed...Ah Got mah rights! swore Hank to himself. "Well, welcome to the Yoo - Ess - Ay, son! God bless America!" he shouted, red faced, and pulled the trigger, unleashing a cloud of buckshot...

GM "Mushrooms, eh?" sniffed Hank, kicking some of them with his cowboy boot. "Well, they grow here too do they? Worse than on my fields, I should say. Bit of a mystery, they are, 'cepting they are poisonous and Satan's backside. I was reckoning that this scientist was behind it, selling me his patented super-fertilizer. But then, I gets to seeing a Black Knight around these parts. And I be reckonin' a Black Knight ain't no good, right? Like, worshippin' the Devil and all? And then I gets to thinkin, maybe all this rot and blight, be sorcery, not science, huh?" He waved his shotgun aimlessly at the Knight. "So whats to sayin' you ain't behind all this, son?" he asked, fiercely, although there was also fear in his eyes.

GM At that moment... "Holy Hillbillies, what in darnation?" Hank Hicks screeched his pick up to a stop, got out his shotgun, and stomped to the scene of the...well, not exactly, technically, a crime, but a disturbance. To his mind, a disturbance pretty much was a crime. And fifth amendment, by God, this America! He clicked the safety off the shotgun and half ran to Black Knights little display, stopping when he caught sight of the armoured hero. "What the heck is this? King Arthur? You in America now, sir! What in Gods name is going on here, huh?" he said, spitting out his gum and aiming his gun at the Black Knight.

Gator King will move action Startle Synapse: 1d20+14=25 Which may well flat foot her? So as a standard action, Gator King will throw Foreshadow into Synapse! 1d20+10=26...I dont thing he has rolled under 10 once! That is likely a DC 23 Toughness save for Foreshadow and Synapse.

It is: No roll needed, go ahead!

1d20+8=25 good fortune!

Round 3 15 Phantasmo - 1 HP - Unharmed 11 Black Knight - 0 HP - Unharmed 10 The ladies (Not fighting but for reference) 0 Skeleton Vikings [3] - Unharmed Phantasmo the unliving is up again!

GM The cold still air was silent. And no Feigr Iss was to be seen. If he even could be. Instead, the three remaining undead started to march, grinning at the heroes. The Black Knight was the noble option, and both sword and battle axe swung at him at the same time. The zombies, for all their slowness, were not unskilled, and had a kind of ferocity to them, a testament to the viking warriors of old. Axe and Sword were swung with skill and cunning. And the Axe bit deep into the Knight. The third marched up to Phantasmo, but was slow, almost slipping twice on the precarious ice, needing to get up again, slow, slow, too slow for the unliving magician.

So we have three Viking Skeletons up. Two will attack the Black Knight: 1d20+5=11, 1d20+5=20 so one sword hits, meaning a DC 20 Toughness roll. The same applies to Phantasmo: 1d20+5=11 miss!

1d20+2=11 vs the drain, which means -7 Toughness. Which means he cannot possibly make toughness save. Shattered (or whatever you want to say happens!) Post awaaay!

OOC for [url= this. An adventure for Argonaut and Black Knight. EDIT: Black Knight is immune to disease so putrid mushrooms and moss have no effect on him! Black Knight 1 HP - Unharmed Argonaut 1 HP - Unharmed

GM December 1st, Alabama Something was rotten in the fields of Alabama. They may have been fallow over the winter, but weeds and mushrooms had been plaguing one farmer, Hank Hicks, who was scratching his bald head. "I don't understan' it!" he complained to his farmhands. "The field is infested, ah say, its infested!" he said, plucking up a particularly putrid and poisonous mushroom. To his ill. Blisters formed on his fingers even as he spoke, making him drop the fungus. "Its that them sci-en-tist, came round with his fertilizer last month. Said it was h'ex-pear-hemental. Said anything could grow on the field after that. Guess he was right, after a fashion. I'm still gonna kick his ass when I see him next..." "Yeah...kick his ass!" laughed the farmhands, shaking pitchforks and hoes in unison. One week later, Alabama... The Black Knight appeared, in the midday sun, in the fields and folds on Alabama, with armour and sword in hand. Something here poisons the earth! came the scream from his sword, although who screamed it and how...would be a mystery. The stones of Stonehenge had called him once again. They had felt some unruly force in the earth. All stones were connected, somehow, and here, in Alabama, there was a stone circle of native american origin, undiscovered, covered in moss and roots, but present still, for those that knew of it. The Black Knight was disturbed to note sickly mushrooms and rotting moss on the ground beneath him, a sickly toxin that reddened his flesh...

Well he has to make both so: 1d20+24=42, 1d20+24=32 so close! Post away

More than enough to hit, meaning a DC 21 Toughness save for said Skeleton. 1d20+3=17 it shatters! Post awaaay! And then BK is up.

1d20+10=26 sheesh.... Round 1: 32 - Foreshadow - 0 HP - Injured 21 - King Croc 11 - Synapse - 2 HP

GM The skeletons were impassive. The ladies were impressed. "You really are a Knight in shining armor, aren't you?" shouted Arna, excited, afraid, amused all at once. Axes and Swords beat against metal shod shields, as the undead climbed fully out of the snow and ice and started advancing on Black Knight and Phantasmo. "Erik...your seed shall be slaughtered as you slaughtered mine...." came a whisper in the wind, almost too hard to hear, but grim and determined all the same. It came from everywhere and nowhere, a feeling more than a sound. A pledge of retribution that seemed to be the force behind the bone and rot of the animated dead.

So counting that as an Aim action (+2/+5 to next ranged/mellee attack) as well as being cool. So: Round 1 (Surprise Round) 15 Phantasmo - 1 HP - Unharmed 11 Black Knight - 0 HP - Unharmed 10 The ladies (Not fighting but for reference) 0 Skeleton Vikings [5] - Unharmed As a side note, you are fighting on Ice, so a DC 5/10/15 DEX save to stay upright if you are bruised/dazed/staggedered. Phantasmo is up! (Also, note the DC 15 Knowledge History roll to know they are bona fida vikings if you wish!)

Which pushes everyone into full light conditions! Post away! Meaning Phantasmo is up!

"So what does that mean? When he dies, this...dries up?" She pushed at her temples. "Why did he do this? It feels like he is plugging something. What happens when the plug is removed? Or are we feeling the cracks already? This is way over my head. What are we going to do?" The frustration and ignorance was beginning to fray on her nerves and paranoia. She was not averse to a delicate subtle touch, but only when she knew what she was doing. Which was not today.

Pitch straightened in pain, her eyes almost rolling to the back of her head. A lance of pure agony rained down her leg, the nerve damage inflaming beyond any thing she had known. How? What? FIre.... She tried to stay upright, gripping the evil Cantos Cane with fingers that went white from the torture, but staggered, then fell, tears of fire falling from her eyes. Even Tazel felt the anguish, roaring inside her. Then it went, leaving her rolling on the floor fighting to stay conscious. "What was that...those eyes...they knew how to hurt me...me...knew how to hit me bullseyes were it would hurt me most..."

GM "I may not be a Journalist" hissed Lana in a manner that suggested she actually had contempt for her underlings, "I am a Newspaper Editor! You can stick that up your Geckotail and smoke it!" she retorted. Lana had a reputation for a fierce tongue. It suited her demeanour. "Geckoman! Menace or Threat?" she said, spreading her hands to reveal an imaginary headline infront of her eyes. She gave him a glare and stormed off to the Hospital, demanding to see her Son. Other Journalists started crowding Geckoman, with flashbulbs illuminating him and boom microphones swinging into his face... "What happened?" "Can you comment on your alleged destruction of the hospital?" "Why did you target innocent people?" "Given your behaviour, are you resigning?"

NB: Feel free to make an untrained Knowledge (history) roll DC 15 to confirm the weapons and armour as Viking. (They didn't actually wear horned helms!)

GM Arna and Tanya didn't scream, although it was a scene straight out of a horror movie. Both gasped and went white (or more white, it the pale Tanya's case), and perhaps, had they been on their own, they would have. But the two women did not fancy loosing their nerve in front of the other. A sword stabbed through the ice, held by a skeletal hand. An axe chipped out elsewhere, at the Black Knights feet. Then a helmed head smashed through the ice. Five skeletons clambered out of the ice, dripping ice and snow. They wore mail, helms (no, not horned ones), swords, axes, and shields. Little flesh remained, but it was rotten and dead. Eyes were white or missing. No sound was made but for the beating of axe against shield. Fixed skulls showed no expression but for the ominous and unreadable grin of bone.