Supercape

1d20+12=24 I forgot to add the bruise penalty, but same result: bruised. El Heraldo is up!

"Now now" mumbled Supercape, a mumble of sound rather than volume. "Try to calm down, Liebniz...err...I mean Heavy Metal. You have just had a healthy meal of radiation. Try to remember who you really are. Well, perhaps try to remember someone nicer you would like to be....oh dear...." His force field glowing in anticipation of what he was sure would be a powered uranium fist thrust to his facial area, he held his hands up. "Merge....be very careful, this chap is radioactive....and very powerful....and, errr....I can't hurt him....and....errr....he doesn't like me very much. Blames me for his accident...." he explained, gulping as he met Heavy Metal's uranium eyes with his own.

I think, from my interpretation of the stealth rules, that moving and attacking comes with a -20 penalty - your comments?

With the hellhounds shot up, Pitch slammed on the breaks, determined to finish the two beasts off rather than speed off ahead. Who knew what power they possessed - give them a chance to recover and they could track them down later. Burnt rubber and the faint smell of oil hit the air, as she pushed the bike into a standstill. Too fast...Too fast....she cursed herself, as, caught with the adrenaline, she swerved too sharply, and stopped too suddenly. Before she knew it she was tumbling off the bike and rolling down the motorway. Damned if that's going to stop me...she thought to herself. The infernal power she breathed was enough to protect her flesh, bar a few scrapes that went livid and red. On her knees, she summoned up the mighty power of the infernal forge, and hurled a wickedly barbed spear of blackened metal at the unbound hellhound...

As per chat: 1d20+10=26 so she rolls with it...! 1d20+4=22 and remarkably gets up unscathed! So, throwing some metal spear thingy at the second hellhound.. 1d20+10=15 which is just a miss!

Ok so lets go for a merciless attack on the second hell hound. As its presumably dead in its track, Pitch will do a quick stop on her bike. 1d20+6=9 Crash!

Carmen was more than relieved to get out of the cuffs, rubbing her wrists as they broke free. She looked a sight. Bedraggled hair, a black eye, her jacket had more than one rip in it, and her whole body peppered with bruises. "Damn that wasn't my best day" she complained. "Where is this place anyway? you a student or something?" she asked Kit as she looked around the room and contemplated it for a moment. "Sneaky little thing aren't you? what do you study here? burglary? safe-breaking? not that I think anyone needs to teach you anything about that. More likely, you give the lectures, eh?" Carmen was no stranger to petty crimes as a somewhat delinquent kid, but she had, as they say, grown up. "I don't suppose you have the power to balm the body, do you? if not, I'll have a coupla' asprin and a whiskey" she joked as she sat down on Kit's bed, still groping her bruised body to check no bones were broken.

GM "Why indeed?" chuckled the Doctor. "Because of hints, because of clues. I don't know if you are aware, but Wharton forest and the area around it have been the site of more than a few native American burial sites. And more of a few of them have spirits and charms to protect them, or hide them. And the good Detective Chase is interested in them. I don't trust her" he explained. "As for you, well, I know you can handle yourself, and are trustworthy. But more importantly, it's the beast rune. I guess - and it is only a guess, that you have that brand at the moment? and I'm sure you are worthy of it, although it has seemed as much a curse as a boon from my limited understanding of it. Well, I'm sure you won't be surprised to hear that certain histories hint that the Beast Rune was known to the native american's. Perhaps they even used it. I can't be sure of course, this is all just crackpot theories from an old man..." he said, with a broad smile.

Thats fine as it is, KD. He is a pretty average guy, so around 70kgs. The snow should stop any serious damage from that (unless you throw him into a mountain). It might be tricky keeping balance throwing him, of course, as you are on a ski slope. Ill call that a DEX 5 save to stop going into a slide.

"Goddamit!" swore Carmen as she fell out of the Claremont room closet, nearly flat on her face. Tazel, get your treacherous ass over here. No arguments, no twisting, just get over here, now, and don't do anything else... Stinking Rats...filthy...Yes, oh powerful mistress! said Tazel through the ether. With a hint of snigger in his reply. "Get me out of this damn cuffs!" she shouted, furious at her recent turn of fortunes. "I mean, yeah, thanks for saving my bacon, and all..." she continued, mellowing as she realised she owed Kit a heap of thanks. "That was some clever thinking back there, you know. And hey, you even saved the old man's stick!" she smiled with encouragement as she saw the Cantos Devil Stick in Kits hands.

GM "No no" chuckled Doctor Lake. "Well, I would guess not. Unless you read dusty old history texts and journals that I rarely submit, and not so rarely get rejected by" he said with good humour. "I'm considered a bit of an eccentric, even by my peers, you see. A good word or two by Adrain Eldritch keeps my reputation afloat, such as it" he said, looking thoughtfully at Arcturus. "So all I have is suspicions and hunches. And I have one now. Which might concern you. A detective Chance is snooping around an old Junkyard near Wharton State Forest. And she is visiting a very interesting young...or perhaps old, lady. One Lucy Harker. Better known, I believe, as Revenant...And, young man, I don't trust her..."

OOC for thread. Arcturus and Revenant explore some history, and meet some old 'friends'

GM Thursday 2nd May, around midday Liberty Park The man was old, probably in his sixties, yet in good health. He had a health mop of white hair and leathered, tanned skin. He was dressed in a Linen suit, and one could only guess he had been a handsome man in his youth - he still held on to some silvered good looks and an easy charming smile. "Hello young man" he said, approaching Marcus. "Mr..Irons, isn't it?" he asked, bowing slightly. "I am Doctor Lake. No, not a medical doctor.." he chuckled. "Just a humble student of history..." He mopped his brow with a handkerchief in the hot May sun. He wore a broad sun hat, but still, the sun was high in the sky. "Taken me a while to find you, Sir" he explained. "I thought I should bring something to your attention. I keep my eyes and ears open, you see, and I know more than a thing or two about the myths and occultism of the past. If I am not mistaken, you have a smack of that about you, am I right?"

Sounds like another thread then - that is, if you are interested!

Filth and Vermin are around PL 6/7, which would prove a fight for Kit - at least combined. I am inclined to say this is a wrap, although I have grown quite fond of Filth and Vermin as NPC's and perhaps they could challenge Kit in another thread? would she be proactive in seeking them out again?

GM Lord Harrow was coming around in Fenris Arms. The cold air and snow on his face had helped revived him. Clearly, the legendary power of the clean Swiss air had done him the world of good. "Unhand me!" he groaned, his reflexive aristocratic confidence and authority kicking in. "You have no right to restrain me!" he continued, as his eyes glinted at the site of the stop watch. The artifact seemed to give of a hypnotic effect on him, as his fingers wormed their way towards his prize, ready to grab it. The bounce and wobble of Fenris' descent down the piste made it somewhat difficult to do so with any finesse, but on the other hand, there was plenty to distract the armored hero...

Yep! Which means Fenris is up

That works! On that note, however, how do you want to play out this thread? potentially it could wrap (or near wrap) with your escape. It could play on from that point, or there could be some GM-fiat thingy as Kit makes her escape with Pitch to complicate that very escape.

That works by me, although it will Alert Vermin. HOwever, Teleport with no accurate? it will mean you have to perceive where you are going....which I guess means most places in the underground Den, but not outside it?

A couple of feet And yes, the front seems best.

"It is you" grumbled Carmen, raising her head slightly. There was no doubt she had been battered pretty badly by the Motorcycle accident, and perhaps by having Tazel ripped out of her. But she was alive, nothing broken. "Yeah, you can cover my spine. If nothing is showing, then it won't work. Don't ask me why, or how. It's just the way it is. Ha. I'm always so careful not to let that happen, and now, well sounds like it would come in handy..." she whispered as carefully as possible. Whilst Filth - and for that matter, his minions, were crashing about their den, and unlikely to hear - or indeed see, the rat demon was not so stupid. He looked cunning, both as a rat, and as the fiery image Kit could see. And he turned his black rat eyes to examine Carmen carefully, walking slowly towards her with all four little limbs...

"Ze trap unfolds!" cursed Rene, standing up. "I shall obey, of course!" he said, his face fighting a war between fury at being tricked and laughter at Parsinkles order. "My old and feeble body shall fight!" With that, he took a few doddering steps to a nearby Fey and flung a fist at one. It had been decades since he had ever struck a blow. Experience in more than a few wars had taught him how to fight, of course. He had a few bar room brawls to add to his curriculum vitae. But the fact was that his body was failing. True, he maintained good health for his apparent age (let along his actual one), but it was no longer fast, strong or supple. He would be an ineffective pugilist. "Your trap outwits us Parsinkle!" he said to the Fey King. "Is the acceptance of your gifts enough to place your spell on us? what mighty sorcery is this?"

Supercape nodded, impressed. "Your friend Smokey needs a pat on the back then. A little liquor can grease the wheels of wagging tongues, no doubt" he concluded, studying the list Anton was finishing off. "Knives, no, lets call him Taraxus now, seeing as how our mutual friend seems to have manipulated him to something other than his normal self, is going to be in hiding until sundown. I don't know why that is, maybe ultravoilet light, maybe not. But she appears to be keen to keep him running. It's like some vampire, I guess. Maybe he is a vampire. Magic and undead, its out of my league. Normally Nick Cimitierre or someone would be looking after that side of things, but right now, all we got is us..." He showed Trigger the list Anton had made. "And this list. Anything ring a bell?"

"I've faced an army or two in my time. But an army of lawyers would send a shiver down the bravest man" said Supercape in all honesty. Sure, he respected the law, but it sometimes seemed that lawyers twisted the essence of justice. "The list of properties is a start, anyway" he said, trying to drum up enthusiasm. He had visions of finetoothing a list of legal documents and trying to penetrate the web of jargon and small print he suspected she had wove around her. Still, something might come up... "I thank you for your help, sincerely. I don't come here to cause chaos, but rather prevent it. I'm all for a little anarchy of thought, but actions is another thing. If she really is out to sow chaos in Freedom City, then I am here to stop it..." he concluded with more resolute conviction. If he had the list, perhaps Trigger or Smokey might cotton on to something.

Which means Giant Snake gets to crush El Heraldo once more! 1d20+4=7 or does he? NO! Round 5 18 - YB - 3 HP - Unharmed 14 - EH - 4 HP - Bruisedx2, staggered 10 - Giant Snake - Bruised Moving straight on to YB. Ill skip posting that monumentally failed attack!