Supercape

So I think HGMorrison needs to post the above attack, and Synapse is up again?

"Lets go shoot something! Zap zap!" said Trigger, itching for action as always. "Take it easy, hot shot" replied Starshot, scanning the ground and the horizon. Something about the 'beast' attacking a flyer, and the birds of prey he had seen, made him a little uneasy. Tracking beasts on the ground, and taking them out was something he had gotten very good at. But there was less call for winged and flying beasts in the hunting game. True, he had snared a couple over the years, but still....and it made it doubly hard to keep your eyes open. The trails themselves. "Something was here. And something big too. We have a big hunt ahead of us Seika...can you make out anything?" he asked the giant archer. As good as he was, Seika was born and brought up with the hunt, and no amount of experience could make up for that. However good he was, she was better.

"Yeah, horses, eh? Sounds like Green Mile is slightly incredibly psychotic" he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets and eyeing the whole place. Decades of Paranoia had honed his hound-sense (a completely human sense of judging other people) into a pretty reliable tool. In other words, he got the sense that Big Tony was trying to wave him off the jockey too quickly. "Leroy, is it?" he asked, shuffling towards the jockey. "You know the deceased? I gotsta investigating this ya see, even if it is in the opposite direction to the cops. Good guys our boys in blue, ya know, I used to be one of them. Times a changed of course, more professional nowadays, back in my day Seargant 'Toad' Tompson, he spend all day drunk on the vodka he hid in his desk hehe..." He gave an apologetic look to Big Tony. "Not like todays, of course. I'm sure the cops got it right. They got all that fancy Crime Scene Investigation these days, ya know, just like on the TV! You guys musta seen em combin' the place for hair and all that Dee - Enn - Ay, yeah?"

"Not so fast, pussycat!" yelled Starshot in German, before returning to Galactic Standard. "I want a word with you, lady! I don't like getting shot at. And you shouldn't like shooting at me - as you can see, we can shoot back harder! Give up and tell me who sent you, and I won't singe your hair off!" He took again once again with trigger. "Ow ow ow! I hurt all over! That stunt really fries my circuits, captain!" complained the AI. "Plasma Web!" he ordered the gun, activating the underbarrel. With a squeeze of the trigger, the web, a nanofibre cartridge coated in ignited plasma, flew from his gun and expanded mid air, heading right to the feline pirate.

Not so fast! Move Action, Ill try a -5 intimidate on Silver: 1d20+4=13 not much good. Ok so as trigger is fatigued, its -2 PP from all powers, in this case the array down to 11PP. So a Snare 5 Effect. As its rather weak, ill shift that +2 DC and -2 Attack, and roll to hit: 1d20+8=24 I hope that hits Silver, if so its a DC 17 Reflex Snare effect (although its only Rank 5 toughness).

1d20+13=17 for the Hound, but as he has the Second Chance Feat, Rerolling that: 1d20+13=24 The Mess, for whats its worth: 1d20+5=22 nearly as good!

Realised I wobbled with his toughness above, its +12 base, not +10, but I cant detect any difference and bsides...too far gone now! 1d20+12=25 with 5 (yes count em) 5 bruises, thats another bruise, another daze.

GM Tanya and Arna actually broke into spontaneous applause at the heroic victory of the Black Knight and the amazing unliving Phantasmo. "That was quite impressive! You are actually a real Knight!" said Arna. She stopped, put hand on hip, and finger, tapping, on chin. "But...there must be hundreds of dead vikings in Greenland. Maybe thousands? Are they all coming back to life? Were these just the beginning? We don't even know all the funerals and burials. Ice covers everything in Greenland..." she wondered, a hit of fear around the concept. "What about this Feigr Iss? If he was real, and behind this...maybe we could find him?" suggested Tanya. Arna considered it a moment. "I am no professor, but if you are a Librarian for the Greenland university, you pick up a thing or two" she said, a statement flavoured with modesty and pride. "I can only guess, but we think the most holy place for the Inuit people before Erik the Red travelled was up a mountain just north of here..." she suggested. Yes.....whispered the wind, the faintest sound of the ghostly lips of Erik the Red.

1d20+8=27 for the Rat.

1d20+10=20 with 4 bruises is 16, another bruise, another daze! Round 7!: 32 - Foreshadow - 0 HP - Injured + Bruised 21 - King Croc - Bruisedx5, Staggered, Dazed (until 11) 11 - Synapse - 1 HP - Fatigued Meaning Foreshadow is up!

GM King Croc staggered under the dual assault. It was hard to say which stunned him most - the staff of the Foreshadow, or the words of Synapse. "...What?" he said, as he was knocked about the head again. Credit to his abnormal skull, it seemed to be protecting him from a tremendous battering. His head was low set, and stable, and soaking up a pounding, both mental and physical. "I...could be...his slave? He could control me? No...I would have felt it...It is not possible!" he raged, although it was muted this time. Clearly he was wondering if it was possible! Then he exploded once again, on one knee and dazed, furious... "They have kept me here! Zero and the Sleeper! I will feast on their bones! Where is he? I will devour him and grind his brains with my teeth!"

Actually that just hits a flat footed King Gator: 1d20+10=23 a mediocre roll, and with 3 bruises, makes a roll of 20, which means a fourth bruise and another daze! Post awaay! And then synapse is up! (again)

1d20+10=19 minus 2 bruises is 17, meaning a third bruise and another daze

GM "Get out of my head, weakling woman! It is no place for you!" shouted the Crocodile King. It was hard to be entirely clear, what with his enlaged, protruding maw, stuffed full of teeth. But he may have actually been grinning at her. "Do not think you are the first person to try! There was a man, a young man, many years ago, who came with the Doctor Zero. A man who could dig in your thoughts, and twist them! A man they called the sleeper!" "Doctor Zero was strong, cunning, fast. Nearly a match for me. But the sleeper was the one that everybody feared. With a snap, they fell to his control. Not I!" he said proudly.

Yes that feint is successful (he may be lucky, but DC 38 is out of his league!) 1d20+10=18 his luck runs out! Dazed and Staggered! Post Awaaaay! And then Synapse is up again

Guess what? 1d20+10=30 His abnormal luck is back. Breaks free of Grapple Post away! Round 5: 32 - Foreshadow - 0 HP - Injured + Bruised 21 - King Croc - Bruisedx2 11 - Synapse - 1 HP - Fatigued Foreshadow is up.

A DC 25 Know (Technology Roll) will allow you to spot specific weaknesses in the Robot Chassis, giving you Improved Crit +1 range in the future. A DC 30 Know (Technology Roll) will allow you to get the benefits of Favoured Opponent against the Robot.

GM "Of course. Tactical of you" conceded Dr Ring. He scrabbled about his projector and notes - both paper and electronic, to explain further. "The V3 Model is essentially my positronic brain in a box. A human shaped box. At a distance, it could pass, but not up close. It is not a full android. The robot body is well built, an armored chasis, tough, but not indestructable. It has superhuman strength, and is a fast and agile as any man. No doubt it would be a formidable opponent, although I am sure that you outclass it on a purely physical level" he said to Miracle Girl. "It has a variety of improved senses, more acute than a normal humans and including radar and radio capabilities. But its most formidable asset is the positronic brain, which can download other peoples thoughts, personalities, and even memories. In essence, it could obtain the mental abilities of anyone, which would make it potentially very dangerous. As it is, its basic cognitive capacity is limited, no more than an average man, and a niave one at that..."

GM "Whats going on? What happened? I demand to know everything!" Dr Rost stormed into Bobs Bangers, nervous and anxious. Her hair was all over the place. She looked even more thin and haggard than normal. She would have been a stunning woman, given a week at a health and beauty spar. As it was, her hair looked like she had been dragged through a hedge backwards. She was smoking furiously, and her eyes were bloodshot and wild. "There was a paradimensional disturbance! With some...after effects..." she said, looking at the smoke and fire damage of Bobs bangers and the minor injuries of the customers. "Who are you?" she asked Ulysses. "Where did you come from?" Her words almost tripped over themselves in her hurry to ask a thousand questions whilst looking at her computer and gadget readings.

1d20+9=13 for the Rat

1d20+2=17, 1d20+2=14 one makes its reflex save. 1d20+3=16, 1d20+3=14 vs DC 18 and 22 respectively, both fail, and are destroyed! Out of combat! Post awaaay!

Two skeletons left standing, and Black Knight is up!

1d20+12=28 for his toughness, although 1 bruise makes that 27 The Toughness DC is 33 (by my counting), so bruised and dazed again! (Now 2 bruises) Post awaay!

1d20+3=6 it is down! Post awaaay! Meaning the Black Knight is up!

1d20+10=19 for Survival 1d20+10=23 for Notice.