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GM "Ya shot me!" screamed Hatchet, his hand snapping over his belly as he took a few steps back. There was no stopping the red that poured from him, seeping between his fingers and into his immaculate shirt. "Ya god damn broad, ya shot me!!!!" he said, still brandishing his hatchet and covering his eyes. He took a few steps back and sank to his knees. "I'll kill you so much, you will beg for death...." he mumbled. "We have the posterior aspect of your spine, boss. Towit, namely, the temporary deficit in your ability to engage in physical conflict will be compensated by imminent proactive action by myself and my companion, by means of removing the offending ballistic device!" said Brains. "Yep!" agreed Ticker, as the two of them leapt at Agnes, got in the way of each other, and spun like a ballet couple right up to her in a most ungainly fashion.

It does indeed! Pyow! Pyow! 1d20+2=12 Injured and Dazed (Unless you wildly object, as we are in noir-verse, bullets will do lethal damage!) Hatchet has a chance to save against dazzle: 1d20+6=11 and fails. Brains and Ticker will move to Agnes and try to disarm her: 1d20+2=7, 1d20+2=7 and fail! Round 3 23 - Roi - Unharmed - 2 HP 20 - Hatchet - Dazzled (+1 Save on 18), Dazed (until 18), Injured 18 - Agnes - Unharmed - 1 HP 4 - Brains and Ticker (Ticker despaired) Roi is up!

I don't know if we have a brief pause at the moment, but using create object to form a shell around the rubble. Of course, as HM is a genius level physicist, he may be able to collapse the quantum matter just by knowing what it is...

"None I can immediately think of, my dear" he said, barely surpressing an urge to adjust a non-existent bow tie. "And believe me, I have given this little problem some considerable thought. The man is solid uranium. Radioactive, almost indestructible, and able to rip either of us in half, if he got the chance. Although given your peculiarity in the multitude department, I would imagine it would take him some considerable time to do so with you....you could, I suppose, defeat him by boredom, but I wouldn't count on it..." He was fully aware of the radiation down below. "And that will certainly not stop him. Neither will anything I can throw him. He is not only radioactive, but completely immune to any amount of radiation you throw at him. Which, in case you hadn't noticed, is what I do. Sling radiation around..." "About all I can do is slow him down..." he said, concentrating at the rubble. In an instant, a shell of white crystal formed around the mess. "Quantum Matter" he explained. "Tougher than steel, but he can still punch through it. Of course, seeing as it is an unstable wave-function and doesn't technically exist, that might also be a problem..."

"I remember it well" replied Rene with uncharacteristic gruffness. But then, Gallia made him uncharacteristically angry. And not in the passionate, positive way, of fighting for liberty against oppression. But in the personal way. He had been manipulated. And it seems the manipulation went down deeper, and was to be endured longer, than he had expected. "I just hope you didn't let some vandal destroy my initial good work. I can't stand the poisoning of a good sketch. Hmph. Well as long as you didn't ask Monsieur LaRue to finish it off. That idiot is all show and no class. His colours! His colours!" he said, rubbing his eyes in pain at the thought. He let himself and Marianne be funnelled along according to Roger and the guards intimidations. He took Marianne's hand in his, noting with a little surprise his palm was sweaty. He was afraid, not so much for himself, but the girl in his care. "Let us proceed then, Monsieur. And let no harm befall the girl..."

"I'm jus' fine, Billy!" replied Pitch, breathing acrid, sulfuric smoke from her mouth. "This is my other job!" she smiled. Damn bugs she cursed herself, as she pulled out the stinger. Where they poisonous? Can't remember. Don't matter anyways, Tazel will burn out any poison in me. Ain't that right, Tazel? It was a rhetorical question of course, the malignant demon was bound to do whatever she commanded. She just liked to drum it home to him - to it - sometimes. She tossed aside the stinger and smashed the offending demon with the brass goats head of the Cantos cane. "I'll have the trash cleared up in no time, Billy!"

Right, sorry I lost the thread there! Lets whack em again with a good old stick! Taking 10, shifting -2/+2, for a DC 25 Toughness save.

Gran, can we have Marcus walk in on the action, or is he staying outside the hut?

GM "I could sure do with any help..." muttered Willis, sweating profusely. The man looked ill to even the untrained eye. Very ill. Fortunately, El Heraldo's power washed through him, exterminating whatever foul disease it was. The man looked positively reborn after the unconventional treatment. A little tired, but alive again. Willis scratched his thinning white hair, contemplating the situation. "I don't know what happened, to be honest, young man, and young lady" he said, somehow insinuating in those few words he viewed the two as a couple. "Just that, all those people yesterday, they came down with what I have. Every damn one of them. Well, we had them all packed up so tightly, whatever bug someone had, could have spread like wildfire. And I damned if I know why we did that. Against every protocol, and common sense. We were lucky that there wasn't a stampede. I just don't know why I was so stupid..." he shook his head in anger, as if shaking off some mental fog. "Half my staff are down too. More than half. And we have had to shut the zoo today. What the hell happened? some animal got some super virus or something? the giant snake maybe? but...that snake didn't touch hardly anyone. Just that little girl. And she, for some reason, is fine..." He shook his head again, deeply disturbed. "Do you know anything? what was that snake?"

So I got pretty sunburned two days ago, plus heat stroke. The nausea has taken the edge of me, may be another day or two before I post anything of value!

I confess, whilst defiant is a good name in general, it is jarring quite badly for me, as it seems to go against an idealistic hero. Can we come up with an alternative? For that matter, I don't particularly like mr. Oak or oak kin, and would welcome something green. However at least they don't jar. Also, I got bad heatstroke so may be AWOL a day or two!

Ill wait until my super initiative kicks in!

So first off, I realise that Mind control is opposed rolls, not a straight DC Anyway I suggest we say I rolled an average of 10 As per rules, Carmen is maintaining concentration to keep the beast bound. Which means it gets a new save at 1 minute, 5 minutes, 20 minutes, 1 hour, 5 hours, and 1 day. I don't think it will be longer than that, but you never know! Whilst she maintains concentration, no +1 bonus to the save every time interval. SO ill roll these in advance if thats ok? of course at some point she is likely to stop the concentration and it starts getting a cumulative +1. And of course if she gets dazed etc and cant maintain a free action...yeah, demon binding is a risky business 1d20+10=22, 1d20+10=19, 1d20+10=17, 1d20+10=23, 1d20+10=20, 1d20+10=16 And she rolls reasonably well, nothing particularly bad or good.

"Not forever" replied Carmen to Axel. "It depends how strong it is..." she said, concentrating on keeping the Hound to heel. It was true, to. The only demon she had permanently bound to her was Tazel. Who was a mixed blessing. She examined her bike, and decided that even it was ridable she wouldn't want to risk it. With a curling of sulphuric smoke around her body, she changed back to regular Carmen Cantos, Tazel's power ebbing back to her bellly. And I'm not killing anybody if I can help it, Tazel. Not today, leastways... "I think my bike's had it for now, Axel. Leave it here and we can salvage it another day. And I would rather keep my head focussed on our canine friend here. He should serve for the day. And I think he and his bro' were just the appetiser. She walked up to Rachel, looking decidedly more normal. "Rachel, I'm sorry if this is all a bit...new..." she explained. "I never met anyone like Nikki before. It's pretty new to me too. I can understand if you are a bit shaken up. But I don't think its safe to stay here. If these beasts found us, then more can...." She turned to Nikki "Can you drive off road in that thing?" she asked of her vehicle. "I think we need to stay undercover, get to this church..."

As per chat, two tough saves! 1d20+10=27, 1d20+10=17

Proposal for No 3 NPC: Rough draft up, feel free to suggest. Mr. Oak A short and pudgy man with green skin, Mr. Oak appears to be half - plant. He carries a stout cudgel and has a friendly demeanour. He is not the brightest tool in the box (actually below average INT thanks to his plant brain) but he is long lived and wise. He is a pleasant man but defends England furiously. He is a stauch environmentalist, and this has caused some conflict with the Government and cities. His relationship to the ministry of Powers is therefore somewhat strained and conflicted (he is deeply patriotic but thinks the land is being ruined). Mr. Oak has a connection to the land of the UK. He had the Brittania spirit go back a long way. I have discussed this with TiffK and we worked out a connection between them, one she is sworn to secrecy with (to go on the map). I also have some secret relationships that Mr. Oak has (available if you want spoilers). ? other relationships?

"That all you got?" asked Pitch, rhetorically. "I eat demon's for breakfast. I won't be bothered by a few little imps like you!" she said, growing in confidence - and aggression. "You!" she shouted, pointing the Cantos stick at the demon whose soul was now hers. "Defend me!" she commanded, a smile on her lips. For all the dangers of binding demons, it still gave her a little thrill. Hefting the stick, she whipped it across from left to right, pinning another Stinger to the wall in a pulpy mess. Aside from its great power in commanding the infernal, it made a heck of a cudgel...

OK, so one is bound, one down. Lets whack another with a stick. Shifting -2 Attack, +2 DC, for a total DC of 25 Know the stick is in play. As a Free action, I will command the bound stinger to attack someone else!

1d20+10=28 its a good one!

GM Brains looked away. "It's the cards, Hatchet! the ones the Boss has been looking for!" he shouted, as Trigger looked at the card and slumped his shoulders. "Yep..." he said, morosely, full of defeat, as the fight evaporated from him. "The cards? The cards???" yelled back Hatchet, waving his machete around to fend of unseen and non-existent attackers. He screwed his eyes open with a force of will and looked at Roi. "Honey, you will have to wait. Don't be too heart broken, missy. I'll get back to you after I have sliced a few parts of this Frenchie open. See, the Boss wants to the complete set!"

1d20=17, 1d20=10, 1d20=17, 1d20=11 for the saves. Brains makes it, Ticked is despaired (-2 on attack rolls, saving throws, checks). Hatchet is dazzled, so he really cant do anything right now. AGnes is up, and as she starts the round, Hatchet gets a fort check to throw of the dazzle: 1d20+6=16 Which he does.

Gripping the Cantos Cane, Pitch steadied herself, and with a deceptive slowness pushed the goats head of the cane, now smouldering with power, into the thorax of another stinger. I think I can do better than that... "Beast, you must be truly mindless to face off against me. Does the Cantos cane mean nothing to you?" she asked, a grin painted onto her face, with blackened teeth and smoke. The cane began to howl a horrible screeching incantation from the head of the goat, as its power flowed into the stinger. "You are mind to command now, beast, bound to the power of Pitch!" she said. "Vent your power on your infernal brothers!"

Right, lets try a Mind Control. Taking 10 on the attack as before, shifting -2 Attack / +2 DC, which should still hit, and that would be a DC 22 Will Save to avoid being bound!

Pitch wrestled free of the firebugs, her rage growing. Even Tazel seemed to be enjoying the fight, from what she could make of her inner rumblings. Of course, his motivations where always suspect. She should have guessed, of course, demonfolk were often used to fire. But then, some hated it. This should be done the old fashioned way... She had been in enough trouble in her adolescence and adulthood, she knew how to fight and brawl, even with her disability. She snapped her arm of one of the firebugs, and with a ferocious strength, punched at with a flicked wrist and little mercy...

Right, pesky minions! Power attacking one of them, -2 Attack, +2 DC, and taking 10 on attack roll for 18 (which I guess hits). This is a straightforward punch so, with STR 22, thats a DC 23 Toughness save.