Supercape

GM The angry lizard did not respond. It's mind, small as it was, had been inflamed and enraged - and whatever limited cognitive ability it had left, it had evaporated in a haze of rage. The beast let out a bellowing roar - one that blew fetid fumes right into Hnoros. And then, with a mighty flick of its neck, and with its powerful hind legs rushing forward, the giant hunter lurched forward with one, then two quick steps, its tail crashing from side to side and doing yet more damage to the poor foilage of the park. Snap! the jaws came crunching down on the hapless robot.

HP for being an ignorant fool! Hnoros - 2 HP And for your foolishness, a surprise bite from an angry T-Rex! 1d20+12=23 is a hit, and thats a DC 25 Toughness save! Silly robot!

OOC for this thread. Hnoros perfects the time-space continuum. But at what cost???

GM 2nd November, mid afternoon... Somewhere in Liberty Park... "Aaaaagh its a Dinasaur!" yelled the man, running at full pelt from the more overgrown area of Liberty Park. His feet told no lie - he was running with all the speed of a man pumped up on adrenaline. He could have given a professional athlete a run for his money the way the fear was propelling him. And he was not delusional either. A mighty roar followed, with trees and branches snapping, as a full blown Tyrannasaurus Rex came marching out of the woods, the foilage splintering with his mass, and the ground sinking beneath his feat. The beast looked confused and angry, not knowing quite where it was, or what to do. Its head spun this way and that, trying to decide who to eat or what to chew on, but everything looked so...different. All it did for now was yell at the top of its mighty lungs before crashing once more through the park....

"In that case Madam, lead on...." Rene carefully dressed, packing his flintlock into his waistcoat, and a rapier to his belt. He debated carrying a knife, but such scullduggery seemed...inelegant to him. He had no illusions that in war, noble gestures all too often lead to a slit throat. But something about the Countess had inspired him too...grander gestures. He polished his boots and dusted his clothes. Busying himself felt the right thing to do. Maybe it stopped him thinking about what was happening at to deep a level. "Let us away then...to the prison, to the iron bars that imprison the Prince. And let us hope the fates are with us tonight..."

Take it away!

Unarchived at player request

"Well..." said Rene to Constance, once the plans where laid down "the first layer of plans is down, but there is a layer below that, is there not? what are our plans?" He thought for a moment of the Countess, and the sketch he had done of the lady. Somehow he did not have the heart to finish the sketch he had done of the woman. Perhaps he would give it to one of the other pupils to finish. It had promise, the sketch, he felt he had captured her...but somehow he felt a betrayer. He did not know if he could flesh it out. "I feel guilty, Constance. The Countess...is well meaning, I feel. Perhaps the spirit behind her is, too. France...is going through a change. Necessary, but painful, like all change. And somehow she is aware of this. Is the spirit truly malign?" He shook his head. "No matter. We are set on this road now, come what may. My powder is dry, and my sword is sharp" he said, patting his rapier and flintlock. "I would prefer no bloodshed, but it is a bloody business, no doubt. What machivellian tentacles have you in play that can get us to the Prince?"

Producing yet another clone (she can produce up to 5!)

Synth hefted the camera in her left hand whilst focussing her stem cells into overdrive again. There was the same warping of flesh, that uncomfortable feeling, and yet another clone grew out of her arm, in all her glory. Her second clone was without cloth, but fortunately covered by darkness. She took the security gaurds jacket to cover herself, then effortlessly hauled the man over her shoulders to take him outside. Synth looked at atomic Bob. "Clone" she explained "its handy". "Although it can be a problem. I need to work out how to keep myself - all of myself's - properly clothed. Walking around naked is not - culturally normal...." she explained. It was of no issue to herself, but then she had hardly had decades of human culture imprinted on her. Many human customs seemed oddities, although she understood enough to respect them. There was value in tradition. "Ill see about getting him medical attention, and if there is any clue as to what happened to him. In the mean time, I think we should try and get some power back on..." With that, she flicked on the flashlight and went looking for the generator...

After discussion, :approved:

All good, post away!

Indeed, as per the rules!

Sickened, I think, rather than Nauseated, which is a -2 penalty bringing her down to 23, and a 24 would hit On the plus side, discount that HP loss for heroically looking after the kiddies and post away...

GM "Stop, in the name of the Law!" shouted Bill from the floor, as he reached for his taser, but it was far far to late. The cop's reflexes where not razor sharp at the best of times, but against the Towers, souped up on a concktail of Max and Whizz, they were effectively useless. "I got him! I got him!" said Ted, aiming his own taser. "No, I haven't" he conceded, as he blinked and the sports star was gone. Jackson also blinked at the sight of Glow. "Ohno ohno!" he whimpered "Flee for your lives! Run! Run! Its the disaster from down under!" he said as he started to sprint off, his sore rear forgotten in the panic.

A free action, and flying after him? Towers has speed 5, moving at 250 mph / or 1500 feet per round. So last round with his accelerated movement he whipped away 3000 feet! Glow travelling at, I presume, top speed? - Flight 4, or 100mph, or 600 feet per move action, or 1200 feet, so losing ground... Silver Spider is up, but on her behind!

I make that HP reroll 13? +7 for attack, and then +5 situational bonus makes 25? or am I missing something? (his Defence is +14, or 24). Incidentally, snare is an instant lasting effect - you are quite able to shift to another power in the array and the snare will remain intact. In fact, it must stay intact, unless you have reversible feat and use a free action to untangle! Also, you have a move action I think?

You are quite correct Scuffles, sorry I missed that! Snakes away! Round 2! 27 - Glow - Unharmed - 2 HP 25 - El Sierpe - Bruised, Dazed (until 20), Staggered 20 - El Heraldo - Unharmed - 4 HP 13 - Snakes 5 large, 10 small. Glow is up.

Supercape Party Time (1 Post) Rene Gallia Falling, part 1 - The Death of Kings(13 Posts) Gallia Renaitre (2 Posts) Goodbye to Gravity, and to Death (12 Posts) Just another night at the Vampire Club (1 Post) Steam Blod in the Air (10 Posts) Synth Starlight's were meant to fly (3 Posts) Twilight at the Museum (6 Posts) GM Adrenaline Rush (7 Posts) Dawn of the Zobos (1 Post) Flick of Horror (16 Posts) High Towers (9 Posts) Maybe Baby (1 Post) Money, money, money (2 Posts) Sanctuary: Panacea (2 Posts) Slave to Time (7 Posts) The Serpent and the Devil(6 Posts) Other Ref point to go to Supercape, then to roll over to Rene GM Posts (51 Posts) - 49 to go to Supercape to put him at the 50 bracket (+4PP). Those Supercape posts to rollover - I think its 22 to push Rene to 50, leaving 28...plus 2 GM posts is 30, which pushes Steam to 25 and Synth just misses out at 24!

"Some" replied Lord Steam, a little uncomfortably. He had not yet absorbed all the literature of Earth Prime, but he had devoured a multitude of classics. He was a fast reader, and had an astonishing memory. The stories of Sherlock Holmes were ones that had drawn his eye. Gripping yarns, and a central character he could personally relate to. "The adventures of Sherlock Holmes? I take it that is whom you are referring to?" he asked politely. "But I interrupt, please continue!" he said, settling back to hear her words.

Rene nodded sagely. Truth be told, half his heart agreed with the Countess. The change was necessary, but it had been bloody and rebellious. The savagery of the gullotine towards the aristocracy had disturbed him. They were hardly innocent, but not always guilty. And what of the new rulers? What of the man who had sent him to investigate the Countess? Power corrupted many a noble heart. But then, could France afford another change? It was bleeding from the last one. He sketched on in silence until his eye and hand grew weary, forcing him to stop. "I think that is it, Madam. I shall finish it on other days, happier ones..." he said, stretching. "For now, I think it is time to rescue a Prince..."

Ok lets have some initiatives... 1d20+3=7 Security Guards 1d20+0=13 Wessex: 1d20=19 (but currently engrossed and not acting)

GM It all happened at once... The two security officers, not the brightest sparks in the world, decided to test out Revenants theory. The tasers smacked into her dead flesh without effect as Revenants irresistable strength pulled them forward. A distant alarm sounded, a hue and cry. The two vampires vaulted over the bannister, landing below on the gambling level, with uncanny agility and without visible hurt from the fall. Almost silently, they flew towards the engrossed Dr. Wessex, who was gleefully rolling some dice at the craps table...

GM The men, and women who were watching them crept closer into view. They were odd, somehow, a mongrol blend of every race and creed but with dark eyes, scrawny hair, and a steely skeletal frame. Human, but degenerate, out of some pulp fiction story from decades ago. They spoke, a deep and fluid creole language, French and English woven into its own form. Both El Heraldo and Young Brittania could understand the language without difficulty. "Not soldiers...not snakes...who be these two, they have them a snake-believer...where they be from?" They were cautious, these eight men and women, nasty and suspicious. They held spears and knives, and blow-pipes, like primitive hunters. Nothing in their speech or movement indicated a morsel of pity or concern, just cruelty. "The spawn of the mother! Swamp people! Madness! Disease!" gibbered Jenkins, clearly frightened. Given he was a worshipper of the Yellow Sign, of the Snake People, for him to worry was in itself worrisome.

"A village?" asked Rene, sketching away. A proper painting would take days and weeks of painstaking oil work, but if he could capture the woman in sketch, he could fill in the blanks later. He knew he was good, but still young. It would be a good painting, but not masterful. And he doubted he could capture the woman's soul, either literally or metaphorically. Her soul is too strong to be captured. "Many villages have been lost, one way or another. Such is the way of revolution and war. But why would a Countess be moved by the plight of a village? Forgive my impertinence, but I would have thought your eye would be on more mighty pieces in the game. But perhaps pawns can become kings. Or queens. Or even Countesses" "What is this village that moves your heart?"