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RIght then... Lord Steam straightened up with some difficulty and took another two steps back, staggering. Whilst his chest roared in protest, he was still in the game. The metal contraption seemed to have ignored him, considering him out of the game. Ignoring the pain of what he presumed was a cracked rib, he hopped onto a display with an impressive display of agility, and then leapt into the air, coming down with his cane in both hands, aiming straight for the head of the thing. CRACK! As he came down, his arms whipped the cane straight onto the Robot, driving the metal shod tip with full force into the Robot. The cane itself snapped cleanly in the middle. "Oh dear" he muttered, landing on his feet and examining his broken half of cane. "That was a fine piece of oak, you know!" he lamented.
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Ok, well Ill go for a standard then! Move Action: Feint at -5: 1d20+10=18 And then, as it seems to be Impervious, a mighty power attack, full smash on the thing. -5 Att, +5 DC 1d20+8=23 I think this hits irrespective of feint, so that will be a Toughness DC 25 Roll for the robot. For effect, Ill snap the cane in half too, breaking it!
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"That is her" nodded Rene, squinting through his spectacles. "Where was this video footage taken?" he asked Aaliya politely, although his interest was speeding up. "This makes little sense, but I think you are right about her conflict with Britannia. Thus it was, when she was born. I do not think she will change her nature lightly, if at all. Perhaps the centuries of brewing and stewing have only made her buttress her fanaticism" he pondered. "But this quaint place...Whitby. In Ze heart of England. Why here? is there something unusual about this place? was it just chance she chose here, or is there something unique about it? I can only recall it's fame as being from ze book Dracula, and whatever else she may be, I cannot class Gallia as a vampire!" he said, pushing his spectacles back on his nose and looking at Aaliyah.
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Ok, its grim dark! dramatic, but lets keep it out of Iron Age! this is a Coup de Grace attack. Its a Damage 2 attack base, and automatic Critical, for a DC 22 Save. 1d20+3=17 this makes him injured. As it is a Coup De Grace Attack, He must also make a Fort Save vs DC 17 1d20+7=15 which he fails, making him dying.
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GM Isabella wobbled, swaying, rocking on her feet, for what seemed a frozen moment in time. She did not take her eyes of Esphino. "American. Thing's are different where you are..." she whispered, her voice cracked and conflicted. "But here...this is what must be done!" she said, regaining confidence and smiling a mechanical smile, with her eyes suddenly full of rapture. BANG! it was a single shot, straight to the killer's head. To the Carnival, probably sounding like a firework, for there were many being lit off. The gun was low calibre, and low velocity, but at that range, it was deadly. Espinho's head lolled to one side, and blood pooled on the floor way he lay...
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GM Isabella stood by the door, catching the sunlight in a way that framed her as a shadow. Somewhat eerie, given her skull mask. "You are brave and lucky, American. The Thorn has killed many men, for less..." she said, staring at the unconscious killer on the floor. From the depths of her gown she pulled a small snub nosed gun, a tiny concealed weapon, no good for more than two shots, at close range. "And now, American, I get my revenge!" she said, striding into the bar full of confidence, before addressing the crowd. "You hear this, Rosa scum! No more will you trade women on the street! No more! Today, and tomorrow, and forever, the streets will belong to us! to us!" she screamed, full of fury. "And this is for my sister!" she added, putting the gun to Espihno's head....
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1d20+2=4 Knocked out stone cold! Post away!
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GM Esphino sank to the table. He was made of strong stuff, but he was getting creamed, and he knew it. Somehow it made him all the more angry. "Those tricks and jumps of yours wont work on me!" he said, obviously incorrect. "Once I get my hand's on you, I'll make sure you won't forget my name, Americano. I'll carve it into your chest! I swear it!" he said, shaking his fist as his body slid off the table and his eyes glazed. By force of will, he pushed himself to his feet and retook a fighting stance, taking several steps back, and knocking over the other table with its cards and money. By now, all the other patrons had backed off. Normally knocking over a game of cards would be a serious offence, but Espinho had clearly earned a fearsome reputation. All were silent. All were still.
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Toughness ROll 1d20+3=11 Sense Motive Roll 1d20+8=27 although technically academic. Fail by 5, so bruised and dazed, and we move straight to: Round 3 34 - Erick - Unharmed - 1 HP 24 - Killer - Bruised (Dazed till 34) Erick is up!
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Round 1 34 - Erick - Unharmed - 1 HP 24 - Killer - Unharmed Erick is up!
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GM "I'm not the one who will be sore, Americano!" hissed the killer. "I am Espinho, the Thorn. I killed more men than you have have had women, Americano. You walked into the wrong bar. This is La Rosa!" he roared. "I feed you your teeth. Through the wrong hole!" he smiled, as he leapt for the man. He was fast and strong, and Erick could tell he was trained in Brazilian Ju Jitsu, and a dirty street form at that. The man slapped Erick in the head and moved in to take him down, but was a fraction to slow. For all his speed, he was facing someone who was even faster and quicker than he was. Something he was not used to. "Aye, you snake, quick!" he said, a trace of uncertainty in his voice, but not losing his rage.
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Post away!
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I'm afraid not (Defence and Attack at +10, he is good!). Post away. He will respond with a BJJ attack! 1d20+10=23 which is a hit! As he has improved Grab feat, that starts with a rather weak DC 18 Toughness check, but more importantly an opposed grapple check. 1d20+13=14 le fail, I suspect, but please give me a grapple roll anyhow!
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Round 1 34 - Erick - Unharmed - 1 HP 24 - Killer - Unharmed Erick is up!
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Supercape Lord Steam Rene DeSaens 5 Posts Bloody Mess / The Hound Pitch 21 Posts GM 6 Posts (21 Posts) Misc Ref Point to go to Supercape please, then to Roll Over to Rene GM Posts to push Supercape to 25 mark please. Remainder GM posts and Supercape Rollover posts to push Rene as high as possible Remainder GM posts and Supercape Rollover posts to be distributed however best suits (if priority, then Pitch, Mess, Steam)
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Erick enters into Barfight with La Rosa killer! I have given some fluff narative of the knife in the table, now onto fight proper! the Guy is not a minion, but relatively low PL (7). His initiative: 1d20+11=24 Initiative Roll for Erick please.
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GM La Rosa Club... "Read them em and weep, Americano" said the stone faced man facing Erick, slowly and deliberately splaying his five cards of straight flush, giving Erick a slow, methodical grin. "I think Americano's shirt and watch are very nice, if Americano wants to pay for beer. Or Americano can leave teeth on table" he grinned, enjoying the torture he thought he was inflicting. He was about to grab all the money on the table - a considerable volume, it must be said, when Erick retorted with his superior Royal Flush. "Caramba! No way! No way that happen! You cheating, Americano! You dirty, lousy, cheating, Americano-pig! I gut you like a pig!" he screamed, and pulled a flick-knife from his jeans. With alarming speed, he slammed the knife into the table, where Erick's hand was - or at least, used to be, if Ericks wits and reflexes had not deprived him of the impaling victory. The knife was wedged in tight to the table, but the Brazillian did not pause to stop, with ferocity, speed, and skill, he launched himself at Erick...
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The options I think are: 1. Handsome Jack mystery? 2. Police involvement? 3. Who was Hatchet's boss? / why was Agnes lover murdered? 4. Who has the missing card of Rois deck? There may be others, but as I said, I am happy to throw stuff at you guys to propel this along, I just wanted to pause and see if you wanted to do anything!
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So for reference, Carmen and others are (I hope) taking partial cover positions from incoming fire. Ill throw in an initiative and notice roll if/when they are needed. Although technically I suppose she is preparing a reaction shot against anything she sees at the Church entrance! 1d20+2=5 Initiative! 1d20+6=19 Notice
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"Yeah. Not catch a bullet..." muttered Carmen giving Axel a look. She half wished she was carrying a weapon herself, but she knew she could summon fire, smoke and steel to match any firearm. Tazel, get out of there...back to the Jeep...as fast as you can. Run!!! She pushed back the mixed feelings she had for the imp to the back of her head. Right now, she needed to stay focussed. "Nikki, you best get cracking then. I doubt we have much time..." she said to the mysterious woman. "Axel, Rachel. This isn't going to be nice. Or easy. Without Tazel firing me up, I'm vulnerable..." she explained. "Lets take up defensive positions...there...and there..." she pointed. "Fire at anything that comes in, spare your ammunition, we may need it. Let me provide the main firepower, you take positions on the sides, pick of the stragglers with some crossfire. Rachel, I'm sorry to get you wrapped up in this. This is going to get ugly..."
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"The Director. It was a very interesting meeting" said a tight lipped Rene his mind briefly floating back to his meeting with Britannia. "As to who she is. We witnessed the possession in front of us. And as you imagine, we have a sense of responsibility to ze poor victim. Damnation and blastedness, if we didn't let her slip between our fingers!" he said, releasing a pent up anger and punching his fist on the table. Not very hard, it should be said. "As for how we know she came here. I confess, I do not. I have certain, but unreliable powers of divination. All I can say is that we are both committed to finding this spirit, and I know that this place is pertinent to that search. I presume that means she is here, or at least this place is ze place to find her. The two are not exactly the same thing..." he said, cryptically.
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"Operation Overlord?" Rene patted his pockets, wishing he could write it down. "Britania?" He had no particular love for the English, damn fools with their beer. Murderers of food. They had been at war with France often enough. But then again, who was to say what the future would hold? Maybe France, in the future, had finally brought culture and conquest to those wet miserable isles? No paper. Well, his memory must serve. He pressed his hands to his templed and burned the words into his brain. "Britannia, operation overlord, Britannia, operation overlord, Britannia, operation overlord..." And now, to the task at hand. He had no way of knowing who was near or far, so instead, he summoned forth a blinding flash of light and brought force his best projected actors voice, proclaiming at top voice "AHA! THE PORTRAIT! AT LAST I HAVE FOUND IT! THE SCIONS OF THE PRIORY WILL BE DEFEATED! MUAHAHAHA!" He paused. "MUAHAHAHA!" he added again, for effect.
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"What, where are you, I can't see...damn my eyes....are there you are!" grumped the older Rene, rubbing his eyes and adjusting his spectacles. "Wait till you reach my age, body starts falling to pieces. Still, you have plenty of years left in you. I know you wont waste that vitality. Literally, I do know...even as I remember what I said when I saw me, what was it now...what was it..." "If you are from my future, you would remember!" retorted young Rene. "I remember! I said...If you are from my future, you would remember!" said Old Rene, smiling at his recollection. "There, that's right! see, proven! Now, to business. You can trust this lady completely. On account of her trustworthiness. Now, all this projecting into the past thing is very complicated and taxing, so I must be brief. Machinations beyond you at this time mean that this painting must be given to the Scions, and passed off as the house of Gallia. It is vital that you fool them! Of course, I know what happens, so I am not worried. You, however, must be worried, and must exert yourself to this task!" he implored.
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If there is demons at work, then so am I! Pitch couldn't match the guitar work or musical complexities being thrown around, but to her mind, she wouldn't play by any rules now. "Just get everyone out, Mr. Wilder. I'm sure Riff can handle the lady, but I don't know if this building can..." she said, before taking her cane and limping off out of the back stage. As soon as she was out of ear shot, she gathered up her will, grasped her cane, and closed her eyes... Fire me up, Tazel! The demon in her belly did as it was commanded, bubbling through her lungs and blood, enveloping her in smoke and wisps of flame. Her clothes changed to leather, silk, and leather studs, her eyes blazed red, and smoke belched from her mouth. "That's the spirit!" she smiled, before about turning and marching back on to the stage. Her entrance, all billowing smoke and fleck of flame, was not to be missed. "That's enough, madam!" she roared through fiery breath. "That piano is made of demon bones and curses! it's time for some silence!!!"
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Ok so Pitch Initiative, for next round is 1d20+2=19 This round, she is going around some corner, shazam, and coming back as pitch!