Supercape

Lets say thats a +2 bonus to YBs then!

Probably time for a diplomacy roll from YB! Attractive feat will work - not that SQ finds you le sexy, its just she appreciates good stock! (EH can aid if you wish!) SQ is currently Unfriendly...

GM "Diplomats!" answered the Swamp Queen, half laughing with joy, half spitting with contempt. "I have had diplomats before. They had excellent taste..." she answered ambigiously. "...but in the end they are all the same. Liars and scoundrels. They come with honeyed words, and chains to bind...made of metal or laws, it matters not. My people here...pirates, slaves, beggars and thieves they were, unruly but free. And now we live and die free, free from civilisation, free to be the animals we are..." "The serpent people worship the Yellow Sign. We worship something greater...the swamp itself. Disease, death, life, all ripe and full, fighting against each other. Can you smell it?" she whispered, both to the heroes and her entranced swamp folk. "...the fetid rot, the smell of pus, the frantic fornication, the sweat and blood..." she sung, hypnotically, her eyes rolled over white. "Broken Crow!" she snapped, breaking her trance. "The so called Master Mage! Well he is broken now, by the swamp...fevered and poisoned, sweating out his life. Ha! The swamp here is no land he knows...it is not from this Earth!" she said triumphantly. "You are welcome to join him in his pit, oh pretty one!" she said to Young Brittania "or, a fine dark lady like yourself can free yourself from the slavery of this world and live free and bright here!"

Rene appeared, as if by magic, at the front door. In fact, it was magic. Having complained of aching bones one to many times, he had painted lovely canvas of Parkhurst. The beautiful scene stood up above his desk in the study. And he could walk into it any time. Clutching a bottle of Red wine, some figs, and pate, he had marched into his painting and thus to the front door of Parkhurst. He creaked the door open without care for the sound, and, ensuring he had an audience, limped in. "Zut Alors!" he winced, rubbing his back. "It is far to much of a walk for my old bones to ze Parkhurst! Ten miles I had to walk today! it took me for ever!" He sat down gingerly. "Alas! The journey has taken its toll on ze old hip! I shall have to sit and be served by you today!" he explained to Nick and Marcus, putting down his drink and food, but not before popping a tasty fig into his mouth. "Merry Christmas!" he added, cheerfully, with a sly grin.

"As distasteful as it is, on this my heart is with yours. Change is never simple and often bloody...and it seems that the France of tomorrow will have had a difficult birth..." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "...let us hope we can take better care of the infant, hmmm? if Robespierre's machinations fall to ruination I will not weep. I just hope there is a better beast to fill the vacuum. I suppose that is where you come in. You speak honeyed words of brighter days, and I have no inclination or reason to disbelieve them. Come then, I am in, for better or for worse, and will follow your course! what say you?"

Heh heh! OK, so are you feeding the vampire blood in plain view of the police... :evil: Or if not, throw me a sleight of hand roll DC 15!

Move Action: Feint at -5 on Vittorio 1d20+1=19 Standard Action: Ill throw in an extra effort (fatiguing myself) Blast on Vittorio. Shifted -2 Attack, +2 Damage... 1d20+8=15 I doubt that hits unless I flat foot him, but at least it may home in next round. Its a DC 29 Toughness save.

1d20+2=11 for Rene

Seasons Greetings! :toot:

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"The Countess? Gallia?" replied Rene, somewhat surprised. "I rather suspect it is we who are in danger from her, rather than the other way around" he explained. "I felt the breath of her power when I first met her. Perhaps I am weak of will, but no more than any other man. " Rene half shuddered at the thought of Gallia, now aware of her power. His head was starting to throb with all the permutations of the players. "Stabilised is an interesting word..." he reflected, running through Edmonds speech. "You give little indication on what a stable situation would be...I would like very much to have this stability...a democratic government and an end to the terror...." he paused subtly. "Robenspierre...is not good for this stability....I imagine?"

GM El Heraldo and Young Brittania would not need to tolerate the spear jabs, biting insects and fetid waters for much longer before the Maiden herself made her appearance. It was without much ceremony. Various stinking meats hung from warped branches, skulls and bones in primitive iconic forms were strewn around. The various degenerate swamp men, all with strange heads and bulging eyes, diseased and wasted, with either a few two many fingers or a few too little, crept around almost silently. There must have been twenty or so in the thick mangrove where the swamp queen kept her council. She was not tall, only a few inches above five feet. She was not pretty, but neither were her features the same as her degenerate worshippers. Brown of skin, hair, and eye, and with features from a dozen separate races. She was sturdy, with a dancers muscles and grace, but with more than a few scars on her body and back. A necklace of bones lined her chest, and tattered red garments adorned her body. She was barefoot and showed much of her brown body, but her dress and demeanour was far from seductive. It was the cloth of the primitive. She spoke in the same Creole language to the degenerate cult, confirming who the two visitors were. Then she turned her address to the two heroes. "What brings you so far south to my domain!" she inquired, voice equally subtle and demanding. "Between the Snake people and myself, there is little place for visitors...except as food and game!" she laughed.

I cant shed any light on it! I suspect the unspent PP should be 1 rather than 10. Is the above pre or post October/November awards?

"Let us first concern ourselves with the deposition of Tyrants, and protection from them" answered Rene. "That will suffice for now. The future can wait! it is the moment of the present that we must serve!" Rene took one last look at the fading Prince before he evaporated completely. "Edmond, I have little cause to trust you, as I have been deceived, and deceived well, at every turn. I don't know who you are, or why you act for whatever cause, but at this point I have little to do but agree with you and throw my trust in you, whether for good or ill. " "What would you have of me? I have been but a pawn in the movement of nations and great men. And yet a game can rest on a pawn. And a pawn can be swept aside and sacrificed..."

Supercape breathed an almost silent sigh of relief when Trigger lead him on. He had been half expecting the man to literally stab him in the back. Despite the man's nonchalance, he dared hope that Trigger would actually help. "Is this an elevator, or a death trap?" said Supercape, stepping in without delay. Whilst he was rightly anxious, he had clarity of purpose now. Danger was inevitable. All he could do was face it. He rolled his neck, closed his eyes and breathed out deeply, focussing his mind. "Coming?" he asked Trigger, gently sweeping his arm and cape in invitation. "If I fail, you may not be safe..."

Rene was not best pleased with the collapse of Etain's illusions. Partly, because they were rather pretty. And partly, because it put them in serious danger once again. He threw a worried glance at Etain, who had taken the brunt of the Vampire's force. Clearly they were not dealing with common Vampires, who, strong as they would be, would be no match for the three powerful Parkhurst magicians who stood in opposition. "It's behind you!" he laughed at Vittorio, in a comedic clown voice, before doing just that. This time, he painted his magic brush stroke in reveres, a flare of fire sprouting from the floor beneath him, whistling through the air to the Vampire, even as his previous incantation curled around, and, fluttering out, wheeled its way back...

Whilst Supercape didn't trust, or even like, Trigger, he swallowed his reaction and maintained his composure. "Thank you, much appreciated!" he said as politely as he could. He was still not sure if this was a good idea...Trigger seemed to only look after number one, but then, hopefully he would have the common sense to realise his goal of self-preservation would be best served by helping Supercape this once. With some reluctance, he turned his back to Trigger, and spent a moment to analyse and reaffirm his force field, before brushing aside the broken caution tape and striding forward...

I'd suggest a cut to Parkhurst if agreeable to you guys. Throw me some research rolls if you wish (bearing in mind the aid other action). Taking 10 and 20 are fine, although 20 takes longer...stuff could happen! ;)

GM Wessex went almost white in fear. "Well...I...ah...um...sure, I guess...." he said hesitantly. "After all, I can always get a transfusion at hospital...." "Errr....this is going to hurt...." he whimpered. Perhaps on another day he would have balked at the task, but he was high on cocktail that the Master had prepared for him. Without trepidation once his decision was made, he took a steak knife and a wine glass, and did the deed. The cut was not deep, but sufficient...blood dripped into the glass, which he dutifully handed over, before tying a napkin to the wound. As he was handing over the glass to Revenant, the vampire strained against her grip, unable to contain himself in the presence of some nectar. "Halt right there! Hands up!" They were interrupted by the call of a SWAT officer, a team of six men, all ready for action and armed to the teeth.

Supercape turned to face Trigger and reply. "Already started? Then time is even more pressing. Look, even if you don't realise it, your very lives are in danger. Not just yours, any family, and friends, everyone you know...And I don't have time to play games arguing the philosophy of this. If you knew what was good for you, you'd be rushing to help me and stop this. But I doubt you will believe me. What you need to do is tell me where to go, and do so now...unless you want to be hurled into a nuclear explosion, or worse!" He slammed his fist into an open palm, exciting a few molecules into a display of menacing orange radiation as he did so. "So...help me, or at least point me in the right direction...but don't get in my way...."

:headasplode: Sorry guys! Corrected!

Lord Steam pulled up outside the Party in Bessie, driven by his trusted chauffeur, Singh, and accompanied by Blakely, his butler. "Lets see what all this nonsense is about!" he said to Blakely, stepping out in his finest garb, a splendidly cut top hat and tails, with silver tipped cane and bow tie. It would be fair to say that Blakely was dressed in no less elegant a garb. "One simply cannot attend such functions without ones own manservant!" he explained to the door man. He straightened his bow tie and sharpened his cuffs before striding indoors, grabbing the nearest champagne but not touching it. He had been to several such functions before, and, whilst entertaining, he felt they sometimes lacked the crisp banter of London aristocracy, all snide remarks and witticisms, all elegant thrust and parry of social warfare. Of course, that meant he could relax here. But his natural instinct could not be denied! he scrutinised faces, memorised names, and studies mannerisms like an automaton.

"Really?" replied Supercape, leaning forward through the smoke, full of interest. "It just so happen's I am very interested in dimensions and all that blah blah stuff. And I can assure you that when it comes to dimensions and blah blah, it has an awful lot to do with you. A lot to do with everyone. Playing around with that stuff and your very existence can be threatened, do you understand?" he asked, tapping Smokey on the head. "So, whilst normally I would be inclined to take your petty criminal activities more seriously, I have, as they say, bigger fish to fry. So, if you know what's good for you, spill the beans. I have a dimensional catastrophe to stop!"

GM "Very well, very well!" replied Mr. Cloak, collapsing into his worn leather chair, deflated. "I...I have some documents that can put Mr. Sierpe away. Insurance, you could call it..." He turned, went to the wall behind him, and tapped a wooden panel - which promptly slid back to reveal a safe. Mr. Cloak spared a backwards glance to the two heroes, and wiggled his eyebrows in smug satisfaction. "Pretty smart, huh?" he didn't ask. With a few moments of unlocking, he stuffed a sheath of papers into El Heraldo's hand. "There! tax evasion!" he said with some relish. "Oh...and illegal ownership of snakes...if you get really desperate" he added. At that moment, his phone rang. He answered with some trepidation, his face going cold and white as he listened. He put the receiver down with limp fingers. "Keep me safe will you?" he gulped. "I'm a dead man! El Sierpe has escaped from custody!!!"

Rene will try a feint "its not behind you" at -5 as move action on Vittorio. 1d20+1=11...well, it was a bad idea! So, onto the main course...a Blast of fire...from behind him! hey, it might just flat-foot him! Ahem, anyway...not shifting this one at all. And, in addition, the last one has a chance of homing in (I am presuming it didn't hit), so attack rolls are: 1d20+10=29, 1d20+10=20 If either hit (I presume the new attack does) its a DC 27 Toughness save.