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GM "Really? Getting weak are you..." said the Rat, slowly walking around Bloodline. "Weaker and weaker...weaker and weaker...and soon, Daybreak and his ridiculous group of weak minded fanatics will be coming...especially if they were...guided...Quite a treat, I would think...rich blood, flowing freely..." "But Daybreak is not quite the easy feast, is he? No, he wishes to wipe you and your kind from the face of the earth. And...I can smell it on him...he has wiped quite a few deathless bloodfeasters from the face of the earth already. He is good at it. Perhaps you will be his next victory? Or perhaps he will be your next feast...who can say...who can say..." said the rat in a cold voice. "You give me little, dead one. But if you do happen upon a demon, you will feed me it?" he asked, pressing for answer.
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Do you want to go all out lethal damage being in a wolf like frenzy?
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You can essentially do strength damage automatically in a grapple. In this case let's say your bite auto hits?
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Indeed so. However, Well informed essentially allows gather information as a reaction...no searching needed, you just know it already. I wouldn't let this question bog down the thread. Go with what feels good.
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An interesting question, as Online research implies some (even if nominal) time looking things up, and Well-Informed is a reaction, indicating "I happen to already know..." I think the best way to resolve that is use the 21 result instantly, and the 31 result assuming she takes a minute to trawl through lots of papers and information online.
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Bruise and Injury for Ulysses Synapse is up! And Stunned, with a DC 20 Fort Save to shake it off.
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GM "You couldn't force me if you tried, lassie" said the oaken man, standing up tall and proud, all four feet of him. Despite his heigh, he was stocky, and his eyes ancient. He was proud, and willfull, even obstinate. "Down at the village? Poor Lucy happened. Anyone who touches her, they go crazy, like her. Except she has years of practice trying to keep it together. The group she was hiding with, her old friends, she drove them mad. You saw what happened.." he answered, sadly. "As for Vanguard? I want nothing more to do with them. Nor does Lucy" he said, throwing a glance at his charge, who whispered some celtic poetry almost silently, lost in herself. "Champion shut it down, the whole thing. Shut down the Sanctuary. Said we were finished. Then he tried to kill Headcase, saying he was trying to use us all, saying Headcase wanted to take over the whole damn country" "Not sure who I believed. Headcase was a nasty little man, paranoid and scared. Maybe he was plotting something, I don't know. Then again, Champion had been...loosing it, recently. Depressed, angry. Drunk. Who knows what happened? The whole thing was a mess. I took poor Lucy away from it. Poor girl had done enough for her country, giving it her all, and getting nothing back but food for her lunacy" he said, spitting on the ground in contempt. A small weed blossomed briefly where his spit had landed.
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GM "Dont you know who I am?" "I'm Annie Key! I can derail anything!" she said, defiantly, all rags, tags, and punk hair. She would not have looked too out of place in some of the social outlets that Synapse circled. She backed away, sure footed and careful. Behind Ulysses, the machine she was worked on clanged and ground to a halt, and in a few seconds, was on fire. One could only hope it would not spread to the dynamite stored under moth eaten cloth. Annie raised her odd pistol, a rivet gun of some sorts, all brass, copper, and steam. With one eye closed, she pressed the trigger and a small spinning bolt of hard steel flew through the air, ready to drill its way into Ulysses...
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Sorry for delay, ill and busy! Round 2 11 Annie Unharmed 9 Synapse Unharmed 1 HP - Dazed [11] 5 Ulysses Unharmed 0 HP Annie will move down the tunnel (but not out), and fire a bolt into Ulysses: 1d20+10=19 is a hit, and its a penetrating damage 10 effect. DC 25 Toughness save for Ulysses (and its lethal damage!)
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"Bravo! Bravo!" clapped Rene. His mystic ink had painted both he and Ms Grue as ushers, giving him a youthful, vital appearance. But the tear down his cheek...the croak in his voice....the tremble in his hand. He had been born more than two centuries ago. He knew early on that he loved men, and not in the platonic sense. As enlightened as France would become, he was born in days of religious doctrine, and persecution. The loves he had had, would not dare speak its name. Always in the shadows, different, excluded, despised, feared. Never accepted. And now, two men could marry. If any further force of joy and optimism was needed, Rene supplied a flood of it.
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GM "What unholy force drives you! Why wont you stop! How do you keep going?" said Tonic, sinking to his knees and raising his fists at the heavens, caught in despair. But, quick as mercury were his moods. He bounded to his feet again. "Exhausted, are you? Well, you know what the doctor orders? Bedrest!" He picked up a hospital bed, lying abandoned in the corridor, and held it over his head, laughing. "What that, you say? Give him it? In the face, you say?" he said, eyes focussing on his hallucinations for one moment. "With pleasure!" he finished, throwing the bed full force, like a cannon... ...less than an inch past Geckomans left ear.
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Ok so he fails that (I rolled but lost the link) So, move action: Pick up a Hospital bed. Standard Action, Hurl it at -2: 1d20+8=21 Even with -3 Defence, Geckoman has a +12 Defence, which just spares him! Round 3 15 Geckoman - 3 HP - Exhausted - In Wheelchair. 7 Tonic - Staggered
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GM The Kawena Household... Agent Kawena smiled and laughed, and was pleased to find it was only half-forced. He just hoped Agent Huggit "Had his back". He had asked for family relocation, but Huggit had persuaded him that he was putting their best agent onto protection duty. And besides, his family was settled in Freedom City. Running away would, in a sense, let Hand know he had won... The vaults of AEGIS...If Hand gets his fingers onto even a small fraction of them... He shook his head free from such thoughts. "Lets just stay in tonight, order some Pizza, and watch some bad TV, huh?" he asked his family. Meanwhile... The car was silver, and just short of ostentatious. A fast sports car, clean and slick. It was parked a few hundred yards away, giving a prime view of the Kawehana household. Inside, a man was looking at the house through high powered binoculars. He had a rugged face, with stubble and short cut hair. One or two scars lines his face. It was the very same face that Argonaut had just seen. The face of Henry Hand. His mouth broke into a grin.
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GM AEGIS briefing room... "Fake items? We can't do that, at least, at this short notice. Perhaps, to the casual eye, but Hand is an experienced AEGIS agent. He won't be fooled easily. Which is why Agent Kaewna is the bait. Human bait" "I don't like it, Argonaut, but that's all we have. And even that is a long shot. Kawena is in charge of dangerous exotic artefacts, and Hand knows it. If he can get the information out of Kawena...but we have taken precautions. A hypnotic mind wipe of the information from Kawena" he explained. "What we need is for Kawena to be protected. We could send some agents, or even Super-MAX armor to do so, but it will scare Hand off. This is a calculated risk. We need you to observe Kawena from afar, and step in if you see Hand. Providing Hand does not see you first" Huggit switched off the projector, Hands file fading from the whitewall. He didn't like the situation, and he didn't like the solution. He had several other cards up his sleeves, of course, to track Hand...but this was there best, and riskiest, shot.
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GM Some ushering and organisation later... Varis was a big ship and well built. But there was no question, it was sinking. The Lor Supersplicer was cramped, designed for speed and speed alone. For the rich guests it would be an almost intolerable cramp. Even with the best will in the world, the Superslicer could only just take on board the guests. Whether its life support system would work for such a number was another matter... That still left the Varis crew...in particular, Captain Gellis, Steward Vam, Engineer Parx, and six others, two pilots, two technicians, the cook and the hostess. And the Varis was starting to hit turbulance... Parx was trying his best with the engines. They looked like they could be repaired...but it was a question of time... Blood, despite her injuries and the loss of her gun, was still as determined as Grunt. Captain Gellis sat in his captains chair or the bridge, his squat body tight. "We are going into low orbit around Kapler-7..." he explained to the three bounty hunters. "We still don't know where Photonic is, or indeed if he is still alive...and most importantly, why did he jump out of the ship down to the planet?"
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1d20+12=22 Im giving him +2 but still fails. The question is, is that a demoralise effect or a trick (to get him to attack)?
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The kid was stronger than he looked. Starshot had never seen such strength. The Kid looked stronger than he was, even, and with all of Zaul's generic "improvements", Starshot was in peak condition. Still, throwing rocks around made them sitting targets for the next grenade...or worse. He jumped down to the Jungle, making his way through the twisted trees and plants. "Chop Chop!" quipped his hand, blade extended, as he slashed through some of the Jungle. He looked around...with all the thick flora around, somebody, somewhere, must have left a trail, a mark...a something. Unless they were truly lords of the Hunt...
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Starshot will see if he can pick up a trail, 1d20+10=25 pretty good. Going to make a search of the area where the trail starts, see if he can pick up any clues: 1d20+2=11 well, pretty bad unless there is something blatant there.
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So if you have the Well Informed Feat you can roll Gather Information, or otherwise Knowledge (Technology) DC 20 DC 25 DC 30
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GM A moment later, outside... The black van was still there, quiet and sleek. Outside, a women was waiting, patiently. She looked like she had stepped out of Paris. Jet black hair, clipped to one side, some fashionable deep black sunglasses. She was wearing a long leather trenchcoat, and underneath some fashionable silver and black dress. She had her hands in her pockets and struck a pose. Her heritage was vague, with some oriental and occidental mix, giving her a slightly exotic beauty. "Two for the price of one" was her comment seeing the two heroes. "Well done in stopping that theft, which I had nothing to do with, by the way" she said, her eyes hidden behind those inpenetrable glasses. "That was just one piece of the jigsaw, ladies. My name is Ms D. I work for a man who has a very significant problem. A Doctor Ring. A brilliant scientist, as I understand it. Except his brilliance has lead to a Frankenstein Robot on the loose. And Doctor Ring wants it stopped"
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"Looks like a grand beast! It's going to be a fine hunt!" trembled Trigger. The old gun rumbled its energy cells in anticipation. "Its a ferocious beast" agreed Starshot, casting his eyes over the corpses. The gunfire...the mud...the cold....the dead... He refocussed on the now, pushing aside the memories of the war. What concerned him was... "Why did they attack? The beasts killed your men, but why? Not to eat. Where they afraid, scared? or just angry?" he asked aloud. "I guess there is only one way to find out.." he answered himself, giving a nod to his bow slinging companion.
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Ape-Rat lumbered into the main hall eating a banana. She slowly scratched her head. "Me not know what going on, but me lifted lots of things and me carried lots of things. Me think me useful" she said, slowly. Analysis: You are as useful as a water pistol in an underwater firefight. Your brain! Your brain! So small! The Ape Rat punched the side of her head, making her eyes cross for a moment. "Me not listen to you. Me part of team doing...thingystuff..." she retorted, throwing away her bananaskin and marching up to Grim. "Me did lots, what me do now?"
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I hope the General wants to buy something rather than steal it...this could go bad quickly... "Well met, Uloc" How old is she? Who can say? Years, Centuries, Millenia...or more? Appearances can deceive, but the old are canny and wise... "I am sure the General has enough money to buy from you. We have travelled some way to look at your wares" he said, still looking around and distracted by the many wonders and dust in the shop. "Perhaps we could look at the object of the General's desire?" he suggested.
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A tightness gripped Starshots thread as he saw the grenade. It flung him back decades, to World War II. Those reflexes and instincts had not faded. He was moving before anything happened. Jumping aside, he felt the concussive force, he heard it. And then he was rolling ungraciously in dust. "Got in Himmel! What was that!!!!" screamed Hand. Starshot did not answer, coughing the dust and looking around. No sign of any enemy, but...but they had got the better of them. Last time we get pinned down in a cave...stupid...I should never have let those kids... He cut himself short as he realised one of those very kids had not got out, at best, trapped behind the fallen rocks. At worst, crushed beneath them. "Hey! Hey! Can you hear us?" he shouted through the rocks, hoping that the kid could shout back...
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Spending an HP to get the blind fight feat, from all that streetfighting. 1d20=2 I think that means the miss chance is passed (i.e. hits) as it would be a 16-20 fail with Blind Fight. Attack roll? Well lets shift this slightly (-2 Attack / +2 DC) as the MF is probably blinded and thus flat footed too... 1d20+8=23 Should hit, meaning a DC 27 Toughness save.