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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!"
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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?
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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!
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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...
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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...
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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!"
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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
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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?
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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.
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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
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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....
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Not really necessary the HP, as its a PLOT teleport ,but sure thing!
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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.
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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...
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"Quite a planet you have here!" yelled Starshot as they skimmed through the air and jungle, wind rushing. The hunters that came with them looked competent. Or, more precisely, they looked competent soldiers. A hunter was a different thing. The blasters and armour were enough for most beasts. He had to wonder, for a moment, exactly what had happened out there if firepower like that was available. Mask clicked over his face, carefully plotting the course and direction and distance in an automated way. "Always have an escape route..." the paranoid AI whispered to him. On this, Starshot agreed completely. "What's the ETA?" he asked the hunters.
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The Climb is not difficult: DC 10 Annie can make this automatically.
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GM A trek to the mountains later... It was hot, hard work to trek, and the roads were less than suitable for horseless chariots. Instead, small tough mountain donkeys were the way to travel. Slow, but steady and sure footed. The ground sloped higher and higher, the grass gave way to rocks, and even the air lost some of its heat as they ascended. "This is it..." whispered Annie, as somebody could hear them. She pointed upwards - a short climb ahead....more rocks. But wait... Not just rocks. With the same grey stone colour, one could just see it. Well camouflaged, but once you knew what to look for... It was indeed twenty feet high. A cast iron robot, hissing slightly from the steam that lumbered inside it. It was crude, but large, and effective, standing on the side of a mountain. It was at least vaguely humanoid - with two powerful arms, a head, and four, yes, count 'em, four legs, sprawled onto rocks and crevasses. And it was thirty feet up a mountain...
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GM "Oooh! A Lady, fancy that! Hey, Mr Spooky, take note!" she said to Phantasmo, elbowing him in the ribs. "Lets just forget about the smiting and smoting and soforth. I can't stand the sight of blood" she conceded, tossing her beautiful red hair. "I didn't expect to see a knight here. I'm not sure what I expected. But...Erik the Red....Greenland...And, what was that name? Feigr Iss?" she said, finger on mouth. "Never heard of him, have you?" she asked 'Mr. Spooky'. "But I guess all stones lead to Greenland, right? Can you take us there?"
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Scene cut to the mountains?
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1d20+9=29!
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GM Teleport via Mystic Stones was an unsettling spell, a feeling of rush and stasis at once, with the wind blowing through your hair and the ground dancing beneath your feet. "Whoaaaa! This is some seriously 9th Level Spell!" gasped Tanya as the world and the universe spun. And then...they were in the centre of Stonehenge, England. "What is this?" asked Erik, raising his spectral Axe reflexively. "The walls of the world do grow thin, as if the Bifrost bridge does it sunder!" he whispered, cold and grim, as Phantasmo and Tanya landed in a knot of limbs and elegant cape, face down. "Beware, warrior" he addressed the Black Knight "Such troubles are the words of Feirg Iss...Greenland is a land of old stones and old bones...and much lies beneath the ice and snow..." he said, fading from view as Phantasmo's spell filled the gap that he had sprung from. And then, Erik was gone. "Oh my gosh! Was that Erik the Red?" asked Tanya to Phantasmo and the Black Knight both.