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Carmen batted them to one side, stumbling as she did. She reached out one hand to steady herself against the walls. Tazel, fire me up! she shouted, as the demon bubbled up in her belly. Smoke started belching from her mouth, along with a wisp of flame. Her eyes were black and red. Leather, boots and silk, studded and black, crawled over her body and smoked slightly. The silk top weaved its way over her, leaving the spine untouched as her t shirt disappeared. Taking a big breath in, she focussed on the infernal forge - a plane of metal and fire, the magic of the Cantos family. And exhaled... A stream of fire hurled down the corridor, engulfing the little demons...

Pitch: Move Action: Activate Tazel Alternate Form. Standard Action: Breathe Fire. Ill try for a 20' cone, which I guess will hit them all (if not, expand it!) So thats a DC 18 Reflex Check for half damage, and DC 23 (19) Toughness saves.

GM The Freebooter was, of course, made of alloys, plastics and metals, not flesh and bone. His head still jerked to one side, violently. "I got ya!" he laughed, as sparks flew from his neck. His head hung to one side at an impossible, and loose wiring flowed out of the crack in his neck, flowering electricity. "Ya bruised ya knuckles pretty bad on my head, didn't ya!" he laughed, his voice becoming progressively more distorted. "I---I-I-I-I- think th-th-th-think its t-tiiiiiiiiiime to beat a hasty-ty-ty-ty retreaaaaaat" Above them, Devil Ray flew into the storm and scanned the deck. Four of them now? This was getting heavy, but he knew he was being paid well. And he knew who by. That girl, Tsunami - she would be the dangerous one. He charged up his armour, and released a bolt of electricity that spiralled around Tsunami without hitting her.

Good point! Which means Blod is up!

1d20+2=4 Initiative

Could I have two notice rolls from Revenant! DC 35 and DC 25

1d20+7=21 Initiative

GM The Hatchet was hefting his signature machete when the light hit him. "I'm gonna cut you up so ba...what the blazes?" he shouted, his eyes widening in surprise. Of course, widened eyes was not the ideal tactic when the blast of light smacked him in the face. Hatchet was fast, but caught by surprise. "What the hell was that?" he asked, slashing his machete left and right, completely blinded. "Help me! Get her you fools!" he shouted, as the footsteps of Ticker and Brains hit the wet road and caught up with their boss. "What illuminatory circumstance travails you? I perceived a pulse of luminescence that, whilst transient in nature, I do deduce has accorded homogeneous retinal images due to its aura!"

Just hits (thanks to surprise). So: 1d20+4=11 He is dazzled. Brains and Ticker will respond, running back to where Hatchet and Agnes are. Roi can notice the voices / screams / light (whatever you fancy) at this point, and run out of the Wild Joker. Round 2 23 - Roi (in the Wild Joker) - Unharmed - 2 HP 20 - Hatchet - Dazzled 18 - Agnes - Unharmed - 1 HP 4 - Brains and Ticker (Looking down the Alley)

1d20+8=11 I believe that is a DC 21 TOughness save, so that makes the Freebooter Dazed and Disabled. Also, CT is down to 3HP The Devil Ray is going to fly into the air, and with the aid of his supersenses, locates all three heroes who are now more or less (I think) in the fore of the ship. He fires his blasts at Tsunami: 1d20+8=20 which I think hits. Thats a DC 24 Toughness save for Tsunami The Freebooter is up next, and as he is dazed, is not acting. As for the Captain, alarms ring and the ship moves out of the dock, sailing southwards. The environment is now a full raged storm, which means DC 10 Concentration checks to sustain any powers on your turn, and movement is hampered to 50%, and we are in low-light conditions. Round 7 25 - Blod - 1 HP 24 - Tsunami - Fatigued - Unharmed - 2 HP 21 - Crimson Tiger - Bruised - 3 HP 13 - Devil Ray - Bruised 11 - Free Booter - Injured, Dazed (until 21), Disabled. 11 - Captain - Unharmed Blod is up again.

Would that not require a to hit roll? Hatchet will be flat footed for that, and you get +2 to hit, because he is suprised at a Dame firing beams of light!

GM "Screw that, lady, I've come here to kick some ass!" grinned Detective Amy Chance, pulling out an old, but big, revolver which looked more like a relic than anything else. "I ain't got time to talk" she said, grimly, before she kicked down the door to Goodman's hut. The inside was a bit shabby, but surprisingly luxurious, with a couple of old and quaint sofa's, a magnificent oak desk and chair, and wooden filing cabinets. Inside, Gordon Goodman looked up. He was a small man, with a long waxed moustache, a bald head, and a large Texan hat that clashed slightly with a shabby suit. His eyes were close together, and pentrating, but his face had a curious charm to it, with a large, sparkling white grin. "Ah say! What here is the meaning of this?" he drawled. Meanwhile... Teddy gulped at Marcus' strength. "Allright! Allright!" he wimpered. "Goodman is than hut just round there!" he pointed, down a pathway that had cut through the junk. "But he aint' with Wolfbone. He ain't part of the cult. He is just a freaky little man!" he explained. "Only a matter of time before the cult wastes him, if yer ask me..." he explained. "I'll take you to him if ya want. Just don't hit me!"

For once, Rene was disinclined to drink. For starters, it would dull his wits, which he rather suspected he would need. And aside from that... "I fear the company would sour the wine" he explained, a cold smile on his face. He never believed in the excuse "the ends justifies the means". "I don't fancy the pretence of politeness, sir. You would appear to justify the grotesque in pursuit of the divine. And you can divine my intention, I am sure. If I started this, I shall stop it". He paused a fraction. "But if you care to loosen tongue and wit, then please, spill your intent and plot. Labour not under the delusion that my spirit will be dulled to your maliciousness..."

Arcturus - 2HP - Unharmed Revenant - 0 HP - Unharmed

GM "Not the face! Note the face!" "I...I..don't know man! What, you think he tells us where he is? I barely know what he looks like, man! Wearing a cowl draped over his head. Guess he's about six foot, thin, and white. Hold on man, chillax! that's all I got, I swear! he is a hot shot lawyer, that's it. And we are sworn to secrecy!" he gulped, looking nervously at Marcus' impressive fist which, he thought, could punch his nose straight through his head to explode out the back of his neck. "Anyway, coupla weeks ago, he got wind of this place. We took it over, man. And the boss here, Goodman, he didn't do nuthin', just smiled and let us get on with it, no questions asked. Creepy, if you ask me!" he shuddered.

"Billy get into my room! Get my cane!" she said, feeling naked without it. Of course, jumping out of bed in the middle of the night with a t shirt and underwear made her feel a bit naked too. Damn! She wobbled slightly, without cane or callipers, but started to back off, slowly. "Back off, beasts!" she said, directing her anger to the hellstingers, as the spinal tattoo tingled slightly in anticipation. "You do not know what you face!" she shouted, although she knew the stingers were effectively mindless animals. Still, they may register the tone rather than the words.

Im going to start collating all of this over the weekend. If anybody has any further ideas, sing out. I would be particularly interested in: 1. Roo's thoughts on any further interactions she has as its only the Professor right now. Perhaps an emphasis on her past. 2. Tiff's thought son the origins of the Brittania force (in the context of the map) 3. Any thoughts on the other two "oldies". I have a few ideas but I would like you guys to have the stage.

1d20+5=18 for Knowledge [Arcane]

Carmen dimly heard the screams in her sleep. Gunshots. A cry from a mother. Sirens. A heavy breath. A searing pain, down her spine. She was only an infant, but somehow she held a vague unconscious memory of the day when her parents were shot, and that fateful tattoo had been engraved down her spine. And the occasional nightmare. "noo...." she moaned. And then opened her eyes to the screams of Billy. "Hellfire! Blast you Tazel, you treacherous worm! Get back in here!" she commanded, opening her mouth wide to let the demon inside, whilst running for the door. She didn't even grab her cane. She wouldn't be fast without her callipers or cane - but Billy wasn't far away. She hoped she was fast enough!

GM "Hey! Get off me, man! ooorf!" grunted the Junkyard worker who was pinned against Marcus' Knee. His Dungarees had "Teddy" printed on the chest, in faded dyes and matted thread. "What...what the hell is that lightning? are you some kind of Superhero? Are you captain thunder?" he gasped, awe edging in on fear in the race of emotions. "I dunno much man! All I know is the boss of this place, Gordon Goodman, he calls us in and tells us to start digging. Nobody knows this guy, but, but, our leader reckoned he was onto something, something was down there. He's a smart man, the leader, the bossman. Lord Wolfbone...." he gabbled. "The leader of our...our cult!" he gulped. "The cult of the beastrune!"

Could I have an intimidate roll against Detective Chance, Tiff? (Revenant sounded intimidating, anyway!) DC 17

You make a good point, Tazel... She grumbled in her head. Tazel could fire her up with immense strength and power, but he was as much a bane as a boon. Possibly more of the former. Why don't you stand guard for me whilst I sleep? With that, she contracted her abdomen and willed the demon out of her. The sensation was not painful, but it was a few seconds of the most horrible discomfort. She could tolerate it, but it would never be an experience to savour. From her mouth came a wisp, then a flame, then a belch of smoke, and Tazel floated in front of her, a foot high flame with deep red eyes burning within. "So, my little friend. Stand there and if anyone approaches, sing out and wake me. That's sing out and wake me. Not burn me, not set the house alight. Just stay there and scream if you see anyone in my room...and protect me. Got that?" She yawned, and crawled into bed, the bulk of her clothes strewn out, rock star style, over the floor. "And, yes, I'm pretty sure that's something funny is going on. I don't need your forked tongue to tell me that. His Rock Opera is almost my life, give or take. I doubt he is writing about me, but there is clearly something infernal spying on this. All that isolation theme? he is talking about himself, isn't he?" She tucked her head into a plush pillow. "And hands of Billy!" she added, her face below a pillow and a wagging finger poking out of the duvet.

Carmen tapped her finger on the table and ran her hair somewhat ineffectually through her hair. "The Hermit Tarot, yeah?" she said, making a note both mental and written. "Its a neat deal, I give you that. And I dig the isolation. But, I am wondering what kind of effect such isolation has on you? or anyone? can make a man go all kinds of strange, you know..." She was pushing her luck, but then, she wanted a proper story not the normal brown-nosing trash. "What do you do for company? Skype? or play with Tarot decks and black magic?"

Ok he can't match either of those, so post away!

Amy Chance is, you think, bulling you (at least in this regard) - she is not at all surprised about the digging equipment, and probably has some theories or ideas or knowledge you don't.