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OK you both spot the CROCACONDA and are not surprised! Corocodanda has Init 10 We have Round 1: 16 - Blackstaff - Unharmed - 2 HP 13 - G Star - Unharmed - 1 HP 10 - Crococonda - Unharmed AND A horrible wail hits the air! This is a Nauseate 5 (Perception Range, Sense Dependent, Limited to Sicken, Continuous DUration) effect Meaning every round you roll DC 15 Reflex to plug your ears and avoid the effect (although this uses your ears - maybe you can find something else), and if you fail that a DC 15 Will save to avoid the Sickened status. So, Blackstaff is up with the wail effect!
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the Lock, such as it is, is DC 20 to open. John could take 10 and have it open in under a minute, given he is pretty skilled at lockpicking.
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GM The Lock was there. Cheap, a bit rusty, but servicable. A half skilled lockpick could have it open in a few minutes, by John's estimation. The security in the circus, such as it was, seemed to be sufficient to keep out drunkards and petty thieves. Anyone else? Well, either the Circus had nothing valuable, or was relying on the sleeping tigers to raise the alarm. Probably both. Even the windows were only covered by tattered net curtains. Peering in - well, the inside was dark, but John could see a sleeping figure under patchwork blankets. A ringmasters hat on a hatstand. A whip, a red jacket. Everything inside cheap and second hand. If this was the Ringmaster's trailer, then the rest of the troupe would be living in borderline squalor. Had the circus fallen on hard times, or had they spent all their money?
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Haven Mars, the Red Planet! He understood that much, that symbolism. But the Emerald City? That could mean this Emerald City. Or the Wizard of Oz. It could possibly mean both. Here was the twin danger; to draw too much inference, or to draw too little. A hint of yellow? What was that? The yellow brick road? In any case, he would not discern much from static indecision. Time to follow the yellow brick road. Towards the Emerald City. Towards Mars!
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Could we have notice and initiative rolls from you both, @Ponchoand @Spacefurry?
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21 for Baz
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Starshot "CoVic... as trustworthy as you can get in the galaxy," said Starshot. "So we trust him." For now. Even if the Kahn could be trusted, could the Kahnate behind him? There was history of brutality, and politics was a brutal game of chess. Pieces moved, jostling for power. He didn't like it. Tyranny? Perhaps. "Maybe," he muttered, contemplating the doctor's theorem. "Not enough data. I guess we get closer. But be prepared - if they are that agitated they may lash out. We can't study them if we are dead." And the Sarcota were big. Bigger than anything he had hunted. "But first - lets meet up with our new friend. See what he has to say. And see if you can peel off any readings from his armour..." He cut back the engines and did the final approach at a more leisurely rate.
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GM "Flint? No!" shrieked the head. "No, it was not Flintlock, of that I am sure. She was at sea when I... when this head was cut off. Just a head, just a head..." "Just a head!!!!" she shrieked. From the entrance, ferocious splashing could be hurd. "Just ahead! It is coming! It is coming! The guardian! the...tomentor!!!!" Closer, louder, the splashing came. The smell of sea water brine filled the air. A whistling sound echoed through the cave. Thick tendrils of mangrove roots started curling up from below the water. The cave was becoming swampy! And something was slithering towards them underwater!
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Haven Cyberspace was Haven's space. But it was not without risk. A risk he was prepared to take. For a life without risk was the riskiest life of all. He took three breaths. He didn't need to breathe, not any longer. He had no need for oxygen. His lungs, such as they were, were no more than silicon and chrome lined spaces in his chest. But the rituals were still there, and he rituals had value. Three breaths, and then in. His digital consciousness was the same as life - a chrome man, wearing a black suit. He streamed forward, zooming through laced datastreams, seeking MarsTech...
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Opposed STR roll 29 if Super STR counts thats an extra +3 (total 32)
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GM The EPA phone was one of those "yes... in the fullness of time..." feigned interest and concern overlaid across a tired and cynical night operator. Not cruel, not malicious, but someone drowning in paperwork. John had the feeling that his worried were on a waiting list. But the night was young. There was a clear trailer that had "ringmaster" written all over it. Not as drab or chipped as the others, painted gold, larger. It was surely the best candidate for the mastermind of the circus. From the outside, he couldn't determine if someone was in, or not. The door was locked - but a relatively cheap one.
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I think thats probably at the level of "Yeah. Its on the waiting list...." So they will come but not in the middle of the night. But lets RP it out.
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Sure Could you roll a knowledge (civics) for any such call? We can RP it of course, but just to see how effective John is.
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Awesome; a good roll Some things he might notice: 1. Animals are being kept in rather poor conditions. Not to the torture level, but certainly a bit mangy, cells dirty and cramped etc. 2. There is signs of illicit drug use (smells, needles, etc) 3. You can dfind some sealed barrels locked up in a hut, looking just like the barrels that were being delivered by the truck.
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Awesome... high enough nobody half asleep will notice you (unless you want to). Anything in particular you are looking for? And if so, appropriate search / knowledge rolls?
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Doesnt hit, sorry!:( b(Even if the feint worked)
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Round 3 20 - Machete Max - Unharmed 17 - Nightscale - Unharmed - 6 HP 14 - Chimera - Unharmed - 4 HP 11 - Blowfish - Bruised 2 - Zombies [8] Almost completely unchanged due to a lot of whiff rolls! Machete Max is up and - SPLASH! (See IC for editted post) Meaning Nightscale is up, @Nerdzul
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21 for Baz (Init that is)
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Starshot "Something happening near you?" Starshot was reminded of the Amarix Mimic-spider, who lured its prey to the web with wails of distress. But what could he do? Damn Politics! How did this Kahn get the crown? Blood and guts, like every other tyrant? "On our way." He slung himself out of the ATV and to the bridge, speaking through the intercom as he did. "Doc, time's against us again. Our new friend has some movement at his location. Our Sarcota are on the move. Looks like we have to go to him. Just be on the alert, eh? I'll pilot, and you keep your eyes on the scanner. Not just for the Sarcota. I'd like to trust our Kahn, but i'd like to stay alive even more. If you see any weapons charging up, we best move...."
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So whilst he is keeping his multidimensional power active CCs effective lifting STR is 55? Will it be enough?
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Captain Cosmos "Yeah, I can try..." said Captain Cosmos. "Although the thing looks like it could eat me." "And what the hell is Brande Management?" he asked. "Managing Kraken?" It looked like a detailed explanation would have to wait, but this sounded... ...well, it sounded fishy. A woman on fire trying to calm down some fishermen? Was this some kind of Atlantean hunting party? If so, the whole thing smelled of "Diplomatic incident". But what could he do? Leave the leviathan to wreak havoc and gobble up some civilians? He winced, and once again plunged beneath the ocean. Again. The flashback came back stronger this time, and he found himself emptying his stomach underwater. That only made the shame and fear worse. The whole experience threatened to paralyse him. Shuddering, he tried - and only partially successfully - to pull himself together and study the beast from underwater. If he could find the right place to lift... then he would try!
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Seconded! Thanks Ari!
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Gamma Buzz "I am Gamma Buzz, baby! The amazing Cockroach kid! Kerpow! Kerpow!" said Baz, eagerly throwing a quick punch combination he had learned from Crimson TIger, but not very well. "Fortunately my amazing cockroach powers allow me to survive in the extremes of hot and cold," he explained, I fact he had learned from experience leaving in squalor. "But I still need to drink. So I reckon we need to get a grip on the water situation as a priority. Deserts dont have much water in, right? See! I knew I was almost paying attention in the geology class!"
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Gamma Buzz "Oh right, sorry La... I mean sorry, Timeout!" blurted Baltazar, annoyed at himself. He had panicked; afraid that the girl was going to explode and kill his friends. "She flared heat. Then cooled down. Maybe she wasn't a grenade, but you cant be too careful when it comes to grenades! Maybe it was that metabolism thing we learned about a school that I was totally alert and awake for the whole time, it was just that I might have been resting my eyes whilst I was totally paying atention to the lesson and not at all slighty asleep!" He shrugged. "At least we get to go down the sewers! I know sewers like back of my hand! Practically grew up in them. Wait! I did grow up in them!" He gave a smile, a salute, and jumped in.
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Gamma Buzz "Holy Mary, check out the babe over there, she is one hot..." At the last moment, Baz caught himself. His eyes flicked to Lawrence and his antannea glowed red. "I mean, that woman over there, that respectable, fine woman who will surely be a very good mother one day has a... has a.... she has a thermal signature that is entirely hot, as has all other human beings in this area. That is what I meant." "Wait, these are human beings aren't they? Not zombies or cyborgs? Or even better, cyborg zombies?" "After all this is 2007 and Halloween, and spooky things might happen!" he added, his antennae quivering. "And how are we going to get back to 2024? I mean, retro has its place, but its not cool. Not cool at all. I mean, people had to sing in these days. No auto tune! Can you imagine!"