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All good, and I will dismiss 1 of those HP again, just for doing ridiculously awesome stuff. For the record: Synapse: 3 HP Post away!
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Right so another round of DC 14 Reflex saves for Blood and the last remaining Barnacle Golem. 1d20+6=20 Blood Makes it. 1d20+6=16 as does the third golem. For convenience sake, I am saying the skeleton crew remain frozen. Post away! Then, Glamazon is up!
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ic Earth Victoriana: The Face of Politics
Supercape replied to Supercape's topic in The Realms Beyond
GM What was it? Both Cannonade and Silhouette had been around the Puttymen now. They had seen how it worked, and examined it. Was it a slight softness? a slight bubbling? or a flux? it was hard to be sure, but easy to suspect. M, and his men, were not the real M and his men. Their faces were made of putty. Perhaps too, it was the smile on Doctor Romberts face as he met with M. "Its a well kept secret" replied not-M to Carrie. "I am sure nobody could penetrate our organisation!" he said, a smile on his lips. "Well then, I best take in the good doctor for interrogation...and you can be on your way...with the King's thanks, of course!" -
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GM Struggling against Synapse, Blonsky shuddered and jerked. He was a KGB agent, trained to resist interrogation and even mind reading, but Synapse was simply too strong for him. "<Damn you witch!>" he grunted before Synapse finally got inside him. Even then, he was fighting, but fighting was futile. Like an electric shock down his arm, his hand opened and the gun fell from him, spinning up the luge track and narrowly missing Synapses Head. The two athletes, having "stopped" Foreshadow, started on their ski's, following Blonsky and Synapse. They were unable to match speed, but on the other hand they did not bend and curve like the luge course. Synapse looked at the snowmobile, and saw the fuel counter at zero...the engine started to splutter... Meanwhile, Edward was holstering his rifle and started to cross the next part of the course...where a hidden mine lay...
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Round 6: 25 Foreshadow - Bruised, Staggered, KO, 3 HP 20 Beefcake 1 - Bruised 20 Beefcake 2 - Bruised x4 18 Blonsky - Bruised, Mind Controlled 8 Synapse - Unharmed - 5 HP, on SNW 1 So the Beefcakes are going to follow orders and start skiinig after Synapse. Blonsky is mind controlled. Ill make an IC post and then synapse is up. Again, its a DC 15 concentration roll to maintain forcefield and mind control powers. Also, another HP for Synapse and Foreshadow both, as Edward starts skiing towards the mine, with Foreshadow lying several feet away in the snow...
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1d20+10=14 controlled - post away!
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Rene Lord Steam Bloody Mess None! Pitch Sunset GM Misc Ref point to go to Pitch, please. GM and rollover posts to push Pitch to 25 Posts (which I think can be just about cobbled together!), the others spread out as efficiently as possible, priority is Steam, Mess, Sunset.
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"This reminds me of...how you American's say...Ze Wild West, Non?" Rene mopped his brown. He could not rightly tell if it was hot here, given the way of the dreamlands. Still, it felt right to mop his brown, and so he did. He felt quite jealous of Mona's hat. His own beret was for style rather than keeping out the sun...or what passed for the sun here. "I seem to recall ze American's make films. You know, as they have no style, artistry or history, they try to fill the gaping hole with ze wild west. A waste of celluloid, of course. Ze French films, now that is Art!" He cocked an eyebrow at Daphne. "I guess saturday mornings were watching old western reruns?" he asked, wondering if the image had been plucked from Daphnes mind, and if so, why. Of course, it was quite possible that it had just drifted in from the collective unconscious of the world. "It has been quite a while since I fired a six-gun" he said, remembering his adventures with Father Henri when he had been a very young man. "I almost wish I had one now, ah, sentiment!"
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"And then, there were two walruses and a pencil!" Lord Lockwood supped his champagne whilst the punchline hit in, a very agreeable punchline too, it seemed, as the small group he had be entertaining burst into laughter. He could hardly claim the witticism was his. It had been doing the rounds in Earth Victoriana for the past few months. Of course, that didn't mean he should confess that it originated elsewhere, either. His eccentricity was a magnet at such events. From his steam powered horseless cart alongside the flashy automobiles outside, to his peculiar dress sense, he was no shrinking violet. "Mr. Warrington, dear chap!" he called over to the curator, and saluted him with a raise of his glass. "A terribly spiffing party, what ho!" he toasted, to the clinks of glass and salutes of those nearby. He took another generous sup from his glass, noting that it had slid down his throat all to easily, and in immodest quantity all night. He felt awash with moderate intoxication. Best let Blakely drive...he thought to himself, referring to his loyal butler who awaited outside.
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GM "<Obey! Obey! For Russia!" intoned the Athlete in a powerful voice, his muscles flexing like a sack of walnuts. He took his rifle, now battered beyond use, and once again swung at Foreshadow with power and speed. A crunching blow to the head was the result, a follow up from the blow to Foreshadows arm. Tough as Foreshadow was, the Athlete was strong beyond belief, an olympian power lifter. The force knocked Foreshadow away, into the snow, out cold. "Faster! Faster!" yelled Blonsky at the Luge driver who was sweating despite the chill. Blonsky risked a look back to see Synapse tearing after him in the Snowmobile. "I don't believe it!" he conceded at the outrageous stunt by Synapse. Believe it or not, he fire off a crack crack crack of three bullets, all hitting snow, before jamming his gun at the temple of the Luge driver again.
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After discussion with HG, going for the full KO for an HP. For reference: Foreshadow - Knocked out, Staggered, Bruised - 2 HP The Luge is flying full speed ahead. Given that is being driven largely by a olympian luge athlete, ill just say that he drives it! Blonsky will try a shot at the Synapse. Given he is bending around and on a luge ill give him a massive -5 to the attack, on the other side, being on the luge means flat footed. 1d20+7=11 failed. Synapse is up: DC 15 to drive (fail by 5 means crash), DC 15 concentration for the force field. Ultimately the snowmobile is faster, so if you DC 20 the drive you can ram him.
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Whoosh! 1d20+8=26 A smash in the head. Strength bonus is +6, improvised weapon is +2, so a DC 23 Toughness save for Foreshadow!
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As everyone else is timestopped! Round 2 22 - Tsunami - 2 HP 21 - Glamazon - 1 HP 21 - Captain Blood (Time Stopped) 19 - Temperance - 3 HP - Bound (5) 11 -Wave Eye - 1 HP 10 - Freed Guests (Dying) 10 - Crew [10] (Time Stopped) 6 - Barnacle Golem (Time Stopped) As the antagonists here are time stopped, lets drop out of combat until 1 minute (new saves) or Tsunami releases the time stop. In the meantime, there are two dying guests on the floor!
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GM "Dancia, if we crack this case, you'll be the star of the town. And I'll take you to Vegas for a weekend" chuckled Marcus, taking a sip of wine. "Doctor Singh, he has a list of credentials as long as your arm. Some kind of genius. Works in biochemistry, and every organisation in the world, benign or otherwise, wants a piece of him" he said, studying their quarry carefully. "His current boss, well, that's the trick. Some small outfit called Biotech Unlimited. Small, but no doubt dirty. They had some major accident a month ago, and everything went quiet and hush hush. No doubt some major bribing and string pulling to keep it all quiet. Who knows what this company is, anyway? The Mob? Worse?" he shrugged. "But my nose tells me Singh and his laboratory are up to no good. Maybe even dangerous...heads up...he is on the move!" Singh had indeed sat up, paid the bill, and was on his way out. "So, you with me? I want to know what this guy is up to, and you, my beautiful lady, are my date for the night!"
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Which Means: Round 5: 25 Foreshadow - Bruised - 1 HP, on SNW 2 20 Beefcake 1 - Bruised 20 Beefcake 2 - Bruised x4, Dazed 18 Blonsky - Bruised, on luge course 8 Synapse - Unharmed - 4 HP, on SNW 1 Notes: DC 10 To maintain control of vehicle, DC 15 to move all out. DC 10 Concentration maintain sustained powers.(+5 to both DC when driving a snowmobile down a luge course) SNW 1 Vehicle is Injured and leaking fuel. Mine spotted by Foreshadow, still active. Foreshadow is up!
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1d20+2=16 so he is bruised and dazed! Also HP for general awesomeness - riding a snowmobile down a luge track/. DC 15 Concetration roll please to keep up sustained powers
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It was all pretty crazy. But then that was life when demon crazy popped up. Nobody ever got used to it, she reckoned. But maybe a small part of her started to enjoy the wildness. And maybe that wasn't a bad thing, and antidote to resentment she used all her life. "Steel yourself, sucker!" she shouted at the last visible demon, and clenched her fist, allowing just enough rage to summon the infernal forge. "Heads up!" A spinning tumbling shard of metal, razor sharp, black and smoking flew from her hand in a long arc, trailing a line of smoke behind it, almost gracefully. For all its grace, it was propelled like a shotgun, and twice as deadly...
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Good point. Sorry about that, Foreshadow, scratch that as a miss. Edits made to IC, including Blonsky hijacking a Luge, and then Synapse is up.
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Sorry, both at Foreshadow! DC 20 Tough for Foreshadow!
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GM The Athlete took the blow solidly, his balloon muscles flexing from the shock. His eyes started to roll, but then snapped back. "<No pain. Just obey>" he snapped like a reflex, trying to shake the cobwebs to swing the rifle, like a club, clumsily, at Foreshadow. He was fast, he was strong, and he knew what he was doing. But all the brainwashing in the world couldn't help his brain snap back to full power after Foreshadow's blow. Any other man would have crumpled in a heap. "<NO PAIN. JUST OBEY>" repeated the other athlete, clambering up, his eyes glazed from Synapses psionic attack. The gunfire was less wild this time, shooting overhead. Only a grunt came from the huge athlete, as he tried to bring his eyes to a more normal position. Blonsky was back on track, however. Quite literally. He ran towards the nearest 2 man luge, kicked off the back man and stuck a gun at the temple of the first man. "Get going! Luge like you have never Luge'd before. Your life depends on it!"
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Ok so Ill go for a straight blast of metal again, unshifted: 1d20+10=26 I guess that is a hit, so DC 25 TOughness save
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1d20+5=21 so a bruise! Both Beefcakes will attack, one with his club rifle and the second with autofire assault gun. 1d20+8=14, 1d20+8=25 the second hits, a DC 20 Toughness save/ Then, Synapse is up!
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GM Again, Gold was lucky, wobbling with his own power, pulsing like a pump, the arrow only nicked him as he swayed this way and that, only staying upright due to the huge surge of power in him. "A lot of fight, yes, crusader" he replied, steadily. "I care for my family, I care for everyone, and the mission too...what do you fight for? America?" he asked. He wasn't quite sneering, but he did look dismissive. "I admire the soldier, the commitment in you. But, ultimately, we are only unwitting tools to those higher up. Think for yourself, soldier. I have..." Another sucking feeling, and another wave of power exploded forth from Gold, rending air, stone and snow as it flew from him.