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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.

Not intimidates! Skeleton vikings! (Not just regular Vikings) Ok so the Skeletons are breaking out of the Ice below. This means, essentially, you have a surprise round as they break out. Which means they are flat footed, and wont act - but you only get a standard action (or move action). 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 The Vikings are minions.

GM The cops looked at each other nervously, and placed handcuffs on Geckoman even more nervously. In order to seem equitable, they put cuffs round the thick wrists of Doctor Tonic, still out cold, too. Whether they would hold the man, would be another matter. Then came the long march out of the Hospital, to a crowd of whispers, gossip, and speculation. Spearheaded by one woman, none other than Lana Loeb, the publisher of the Daily Herald, who had used her considerable clout to muscle in through the police cordons. "Geckoman! I should have known an irresponsible fool like you was behind this! Demolishing a hospital, shooting an ambulance...reckless, and dangerous! My Son is in hospital right now...you could have killed him! The city shall hear of this, you can bet! Front page in tomorrows Daily Herald! Have you any lies to throw out in your defence? I may even print them!" she said, voice hoarse with anger.

Which puts Foreshadow at 0HP, Bruised, Injured. Synapse is up (but shaken this round)

Ok, so first off you have a round to do [whatever]. there are shapes moving under the ice beneath you. Technically Black Knight can react first, but as its just you guys, youcan shuffle around initiative or whatever.

GM Arna's english was good, fluent really. But Phantasmo's slang and swagger made the finer points hard to understand. Still, she appreciated the drama. "You should go into the Movies, Mister Phantasmo! Or perhaps your own chat show. That would certainly be an interesting one. Phantasmo's Friends, maybe. Or Night Chat, with Phantasmo the Corpse?" she laughed gaily, hand to mouth, as she contemplated the idea. Even Tanya thought that was a good idea. "Spooky Gossip? Live talk with the Unliving?" she joined Arna in a little chuckle. Distracted, the two women failed to notice what Phantasmo and the Black Knight Did. Shadows, moving underneath the ice. Cracks forming...

GM Strong as the Crocodile King was (and it was strong, eight feet tall of muscle and hide), his ferocity was worse, all rage and unbridle passion for killing. And, it seemed, eating. He bent down and closed his jaw over Foreshadows shoulder, ripping flesh, still holding him above the water and in his grip. "See, woman? You are but cattle and meat to me. The Crocodile King will not be just a man, not a king...but a God, like the Pharoes of the Nile, countless suns and moons ago! You have met my blood brothers, I wager. They are just the beginning!" His mouth was red with Foreshadow's blood. "I deserve this and more, for what they did to me!" he roared. With his maw, it was hard to tell if he was smiling or not...

Heh, sorry! So, lets have King Croc Bite a chunk out of his helpless foe: Thats a damage 12 effect (DC 27) which, in this case will be lethal damage. For a move action, King Croc will intimidate Synapse: 1d20+14=32 eeps! After those rolls for FS and Synapse, the mental maiden is up!

GM "Yeah, um...well...we know are you are Geckoman and all...but...you just shot out an Ambulance which went careering into a hospital. Coulda killed somebody. Maybe it did. And you stole a cops gun..." said the cop without much conviction and with ample confusion. "I mean...lets sort it all outside, back in the police station. I'm sure it can be cleared up..." Dr Tonic groaned, still unconscious. "Who the hell is that guy?" asked the cop, pointing his Gun at Doctor Tonic, complete with wheelchair around his neck. "Why is he wearing a wheelchair like a necklace? He looks like a doctor...ah! aaaah! Look Geckoman, I don't want any trouble..." said the Cop, disagreeable to the notion of having hospital apparatus bent around his body. His feet started shuffling backwards, with the other cops in tow...

Go again!

Post that perform away (Giving you +2 Circumstance Bonus on future CHA based rolls) I think it is time to ask for some initiative rolls!

GM "What do you think you are doing?" screamed the livid Doctor Tonic as Geckoman raised the wheelchair. "You are no match for the mighty...gnnnk!" he gasped as the wheelchair crunched into his face. He slumped to his knees, and the bottle of Geckoman's blood fell out of his hand, smashing on the floor, and leaking the precious fluid... "My...my...daughter..." mumbled Doctor Tonic as his eyes crossed and he fell, face first, onto the floor. Fortunately the wheelchair was wrapped around his head and neck, one wheel gently spinning, the rest bent and contorted out of all recognition. There was a moments pause. "Freeze, Geckoman!" Four cops had brought up the rear, and were pointing there guns at the Green Crusader!