Supercape

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!

No need to spend that HP, 22 will hit him happily. Lets call the wheelchair an improvised weapon, meaning a +2 Damage attack. Which means a total Damage DC of 15+1+5+2=23 1d20+11=13 and...fail by 10 means, as he is staggered, a knockout!

So a pretty major scene cut. Ill stop there, but for reference please make some notice rolls. Anything else you fancy doing, go for it - e.g. Search, Knowledge, Arcane Rituals, Basket Weaving, Underwater Yoga, etc etc...

GM "Sounds noble and exciting" said Arna, a little creeped out by Phantasmo. "Ill give you boys a ride...no questions! Happy to help a noble night and his err..." she looked Phantasmo up and down. "Squire....?" A few hours drive through dark icy landscape later... "No no, the other right...." said Arna, turning her map upside down as they reached progressively more rugged road. Her little car was a squeeze for four, and designed for the roads of Nuuk, not crawling around what was almost a mountain. She had at least provided thick jackets for herself and Tanya. A jacket didn't really go over the Black Knights shiny armour. The Viking rune stones were a little further up, on an icy footpath that threatened to trip and slip all but the most agile of feet. The stars were out in full force, with a nearly full moon, and a crystal clear sky, black and peppered with light. It was almost enough to see by, but Tanya had a flashlight or two to hand around. The Stones themselves were small, weathered, but undeniably runic, covered in snow and in a small circle.

1d20+5=11 appropriately, Pitch isnt actually that clever with magic!

GM With a less explosive pop, and a faint whistle, Annie, Ulysses and Synapse felt the suck off dimensions, and the pull of their home Dimension, Annie had to cling on tightly, perhaps a little more tightly than was required, to the muscular arm of Ulysses. For whilst Ulysses and Synapse journeyed back, as if bouncing back from taught elastic, for Annie it was a journey that stretched the elastic. And then, there they were, back in Bob's Bangers, without Bob, and with a lot of soot and smoke and a few surprised Firemen gawping at the three of them. "Is this it?" asked Annie. "Looks rainy..."

GM Ms D smiled at the compliment. It was hard to say if it was genuine or not. She was a master of self regulation and unreadable. "If the sightings are accurate, and, having investigated, I have every reason to think they are, then I would hazard a guess that the creature is staking out Freedom City Library. Presumably to gather knowledge, either in the conventional manner or in its own unique style" she explained. "I would suggest the search start there. Allthough be wary of scaring it off. You may wish to go incognito" she suggested.

GM Annie Key chewed her lip. It was not easy for her to witness the destruction of many months labour, all apparently fruitless. "So ends the dream" she said, bitter. "India must bear another scar. I hope you can make good on your bargain, psychic" she told Synapse, the anger never completely leaving her voice. Now it shall be built! Ever forward, cog and wheel and piston and spark! ground the voice of Industry in Ulysses head. It was not exactly joyful, more of a determined satisfaction to the mental voice. Ulysses could feel the build up of something around him, something tugging him, pulling him, back to Earth - his earth, to be precise.