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Yup. Technically it will need an attack roll (Its Defence, flat footed is +2 so not a big deal), then its opposed Strength vs the Robots Strength. (Still need IC post from Thev!)

Done! Post away! Annie is going to fire at the GPSR with her RIvet Gun: 1d20+10=15 Ironically missing. The GSPR will then climb-run to the ground (as it was designed to do) as its action. I am going to fluff a bit here, but say that its size, motion, and design, alongside the terrain, will effectively mean a trip attack on Ulysses: opposed roll is: 1d20+10=15, Ulysses can resist with STR or DEX, and add immobile ranks. Thev - if you could post that stunt, and is it using fatigue/extra effort or HP?

1d20+0=9 for the Robot 1d20+10=12 for Annie. Synapse wins the draw as she has higher DEX. Meaning Round 1: 12 - Synpase - 3 HP - Unharmed 12 - Annie - Unharmed 9 - GSPR (Giant Steam Powered Robot) - Unharmed 2 - Ulysses - 2 HP - Unharmed Notes: Being on the side of a cliff means you are flat footed. Its a 30' Drop to the bottom! Synapse is up!

Round 1: 32 - Foreshadow - 1 HP 21 - King Croc 11 - Synapse - 2 HP Notes: The water is a few feet high. Nothing that wont impede you, but just to note. We are in low light conditions, meaning that unless you have some appropriate supersense, partial concealment to all. Also, no flat footing this round (as its pretty hard not be aware that a fight was coming!) Foreshadow is up!

GM "Schmarrraroff...fugoff!" mumbled one drunk, trying to warm himself by the library radiator. His nose was too big, and too red. His breath smelled like boot polish. "Yeah.,..I saw...thing...in snow....said that give money to me and wish come true..." smiled another, holding his hand out expectantly to Phantasmo. "Rebruggerantmshmsh..." slurred the third. "Ischlaw vikings in schnow! Then I drink and go away..." he whispered, before falling asleep. Meanwhile... The librarian was young with pale blue eyes that would haunt a young man's heart. Her hair was dark, her skin was pale. She had a few traces, here and there, of an Inuit about her, but she looked like a norsewoman. She was neither thin nor plump, neither tall, nor short, but she had the most handsome of faces and the most piercing of eyes. And a warm smile for the Black Knight. Her English was good, but with an accent. "I don't see a Knight in Shining Armor every day" she said. "But I could hardly say no to one..." She ushered the Knight through the archives, with Tanya following (as she was not one for hanging around with drunkards). Tanya was a pretty girl, but without the striking appearance of the librarian. She was prickled with slight envy. "Here we are...yes...we have all sorts of stories of spirits and ghosts and elves and trolls. Inuit and Norse mythology. But, now you mention it, we have had a couple of quite credible stories recently...in Narsarsuaq, in the south. There are some old Viking Runsetones there. Everybody says they are haunted...but, here..." she showed the Black Knight and Tanya some newspaper clippings of ghost sightings, all over the last two weeks.

GM Annie went to work on the robot, opening it up to peak inside. Her rivet gun swiftly removed the metal plating in its chest, to reveal some highly elaborate clockwork apparatus. In their home dimension, such mechanics would be impossible, but in Earth Victoriana, steam and brass and copper had quite different engineering properties. Here, it worked. "This is the tricky part..." she mumbled, reaching in to the giant robot. ... Tick Tock Tick Tock Tiiiiiick.... ... Tock.... ... .... "Oh dear..." complained Annie, as the clock stopped, and the giant robot grumbled into life...

So lets have some initiative rolls! 1d20+3=21 for King Croc.

GM The Crocodile king submerged until only his eyes remained above the cold dark water, then, almost silently, he swam towards them. Zaki was loosing his nerve, backing away. Then, he rose, immediately infront of Foreshadow and Synapse. An imposing sight. Over eight feet tall, riddled with tooth and claw, his skin a black green armour of knotted hide. His muscles were huge, arms as thick as a man's chest. "You don't scare? Then you SHOULD!" he shouted, alive with rage. "I'll snap your spine and feat on your flesh! I tire of games, of hiding in this prison cave. I tire of being used! The game is up, and you! you have released me!"

Annie has a +18 Skill too, plus the Second Chance (Disable Device) Feat, so a total of +20 Bonus with Dee helping: 1d20+20=36 More than Ample! But...convenient excuse to have a robot fight and a HP for all! I am presuming that Ulysses had time to "Heal up" whilst trekking. Synapse Unharmed 3 HP Ulyssess Unuharmed 2 HP Could I have initiative rolls? Annie and Dee's disable device have given the Giant Robot the Weak Point flaw, meaning that any critical hit will completely bypass its toughness. In addition, if the Robot becomes helpless, any disable device attempt to further incapacitate it will be at a +5 Situational bonus. Also if you could post that gadeteering / disable action, Thev?

For reference.. Black Knight - 0 HP Phatasmo - 1 HP Post away, Exaccus. A result of 25 means the librarian is now helpful. This will be enough to get a fair bit of exposition, plus her aide in any future endevours.

Broadly speaking, Annie is going to try a Disarm skill on the robot. Dee can block her and do it herself (if she does not trust her), aid her, or let Annie aid Dee. Of course anything else you want to do, feel free!

GM Up the mountain, a short climb later... It did not take the three long to scale the thirty feet, and it was not a tricky climb, more of a scale up a slope which was littered with handholds and footholds. Tumbling down it, however, would not be much fun. The robot was impressive close up as down below. It was painted stone grey, but was steel and brass and copper, full of gears, springs, and the rumbling of steam. Tick tock tick tock... And it was ticking... "Best not delay...time is short..." huffed Annie, a little short on breath after the climb.

So, feel free to do whatever as always - But if you fancy poring over newspapers and computer searches of stuff, then a Knowledge (Current Events) DC 10 (untrained). Give yourself a -2 Penalty as you cant read Greenlandic or Danish (there is lots of stuff in English however). DC 15 or DC 20 will give a little more info. You may also do other searches on Greenlandic history (Knowledge History) or other stuff if you wish, or even flirt with the librarian to get her to help you. Whatever you fancy!

GM "I'll survive" grumped Tanya, climbing into the pick up truck as the man gave them the thumbs up. It was a tight squeeze for four of them. Eventually they agree Phantasmo could freeze outside, as the zombie would not die from exposure. The truck itself made a reasonable time, rumbling across the main road, with traffic passing them by. It was soon dark, and it would continue to be so for the next twenty hours. At this time of winter, sunlight was a rarity. Soon they drew up to Nuuk, the capital of only 17,000 people. It was colorful in its own way - painted houses on a background of snow and ice everywhere. Greenland had an icy cold purity of landscape and nature that was quite a sight. "Well, next step...the library...!" said Tanya as they stepped out of the Pick up Truck. "Unless you guys want to get drunk or something. I seem to recall that is something of a national sport here" she recalled, referring to the sad state of alcoholism in the country. "But if we want to find out about spooky stuff and sightings, the newspapers the way to go..." she concluded, hugging her cloak to her and striding into the library of Nuuk...

GM "Yes...yes he was..." rumbled the Crocodile king, creeping closer and closer. "A lifetime ago...when I was just a man...a beggar....he came and made me a king..." he grinned, with a maw that was just plain full of far too many teeth. Too many long and pointed teeth. "The puny men from the Government...they keep this place open...they pay me for my blood...and they keep the world from knowing of me, from fearing me..." "...and I long to be known. I long to be feared. If my secret is out...tell me, should I crush you to bonedust? or let you run, screaming, and finally my name and my power will be unleashed?" The water rippled uneasily as the Crocodile King continued to ease towards them...

No need for HP for equipment roll. And you break in. Post awaaay! For reference: Roulette - Unharmed - 4 HP

GM "ooof!" cursed Tonic as he took the fist to his Kidneys. Geckoman once again felt the wave of tonic rigidity in his fingers, his fist clenching painfully in a spasm. "I got ya...ya little...." muttered Tonic, swinging his fist lazily through the air in retaliation. For all his speed and strength, and he was strong, and he was fast, he was not a fighter. Geckoman was clearly more experienced in that department. His telegraphed hook sped through the air that Geckoman had been. Nevertheless, his face was red with fury and his eyes mad with lunacy. "I got ya good, infidel lizard! I bruised your knuckles with my amazing kidney attack! Muahahahaha!"

Okey doke he cant match that feint, so he is flat footed and that will hit. 1d20+12=19 he picks up a bruise! In response, he will try to grapple the beast: 1d20+10=16 and fails! Round 4 15 Geckoman - 3 HP - Exhausted - Unharmed - In Wheelchair. 7 Tonic - Staggered, Bruised

Ok its Time for Fort Saves (its an hour before you hit the road): 1d20+0=20 Tanya makes it comfortably. Black Knight has a DC 10 Fort Save to make, but gets +2 due to his high Survival Skill Roll. What do you mean, neither of you speak Inuit or Danish?

GM "Thanks Mister S" shivered Tanya, wrapping the magicians cloak around her. It helped, a bit. "I never feel the cold much, but a t shirt in Greenland in the winter...that's a step too far!" she japed, her teeth grinding to stop chattering. At least North was North and South was South. Fortune was on their side. A crumbling road turned into small road, a small road turned into a main road, and a main road... The sun had set (and would not rise again for twenty hours) by the time a pick up truck stopped by the heroes. It was fairly beat up, but road (and ice) worthy. A grizzled old man of Inuit stock leaned out and spoke something incomprehensible in first Greenlandic Inuit and then in Danish. He seemed friendly enough, and was headed south. The road lead to the Capital, Nuuk.

For reference, we are in cold conditions. Tanya and Black Knight need to make a fort save every hour. Phantasmo is of course immune. There is a small road nearby, but who knows where it leads? A Survival Check DC 5 will at least orientate you (which way the road leads - north or south). (Although you could substitute an INT roll or an Earth Sciences roll if you are being clever!) Other Survival checks as per core rule book, p 55

GM The walls around Stonehenge needed no encouragement to sunder. It was as if the slightest pin prick of magical energy ripped open a portal that positively sucked the three of them through. Once again, there was a magnificent feeling of flying, of travel, of wind... ...and then, cold. Greenland was never going to be a warm clime, although its southernmost reaches could be pleasant in summer. This was winter. The irony was that Iceland was green, and Greenland was ice. The temperature was a good ten below, and the wind was fierce. Around them, Ice, mountains, and Ice. "I...shoulda...dressed...for the occasion...." said Tanya, teeth chattering....

Not really necessary the HP, as its a PLOT teleport ,but sure thing!

GM "I gave you my word, did I not?" said Annie Key angrily. "That robot is the sum of much labor, sweat, and hard work. It is very finely calibrated...it is a clockwork masterpiece!" she said, anger infused now with pride. "I will rue its destruction, but, and not without pain, that was the deal I struck. May I never come to regret that deal" she said, a sly look at Synapse. She put her head to the rocks, listening intently. "It is still...ticking..." she said. "I think we have got here just in time. When the clock chimes, it will head straight to the railroad, and beginning tearing it up, running along the track, ripping it, wood and steel, from the ground, until it reaches its end..." "And then, of course, it would have blown up!" she added, happily.

GM "Zero? I have heard this name...many many years ago...the man who unleashed the spirit of the Crocodile. The Man who raised the beggar to the King...Yes, yes....I would sup on his marrow too..." There was splashing. The eyes came closer. The King came closer. Even in the dim light, he could be seen now. Near ten feet tall, covered in scales, a reptilian jaw, liberally filled with teeth, and hands like claws, razor sharp. "How do you come to know of him? How do you come to be here? The elixir he has is all but finished....it lives in my bones and blood, the men from the Government say. They think they have me chained here...but I will never be chained..." "...How do you know of him, how did you come here?" he demanded, insistently. He was clearly not a man used to not getting his own way, if man he was at all...