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Three rounds? Thevshi, you hold yourself back. I say make it four. Not even a Move-Action on the Diplomacy, you'll notice. But seriously does this merit rounds? I was under the impression these guys weren't exactly up to fighting superheroes.
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Dol-Druth was silent for a worryingly long time. His antennae twitched once or twice, great black eyes remained fixed on the lurking hulk of the royal palace shining in the depths of the ocean. All at once he cleared his throat. "A fair argument, Sri Lockwood. It would be unwise of us to attempt any survey of Sri Thetis' character or motives this early. But we have considerable information about her past and present circumstances. For instance, the abortive invasion of the surface Terresi, her time among you, so on. You are more familiar with this history than we are, but all of us would benefit from such insights." The eyes were like black mirrors "The manymind retains all knowledge, all memories. If we so wish we can all focus our attention and psychic energy on a particular point. It is theorized we may someday learn to influence past and future events this way. But the result of such introspection emphasizes and strengthens that already indelible memory. We feel very strongly the shame of our many adolescences." Those mirrors turned to catch Lord Steam's own "We are sure there is a lonemind analogue. We suspect they wish to erase or heal some shame or hurt."
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Okay, Stunting from the Hyper Array, -1 of Hyperslice's 2HP. Teleport 10(Extras: Accurate; Flaws: Short-Range Only; Feats: Change Direction, Change Velocity, Progression 1(200lbs of cargo), Turnabout)[24PP] + Obscure 2(Bright light, 10ft, Visual Senses; Extras: Selective Attack)[6PP] Hyperslice will create a bright light in front of and around the prisoner, knock out the guards in the area(using AP: Damage 10(Extras: Area(Burst, 100ft), Selective Attack; Flaws: Action(Full-Round); Feats: Mighty[DMG 14], Progression 4(Area Radius))[25PP]), then teleport before her, strike off her chains and offer her a chance to escape. If she agrees, Hyperslice will take her hand and teleport to the other end of the city. If no, Hyperslice will grab her anyway and fly her to somewhere with an oasis. Diplomacy check: 18. I don't think they share a common language, so penalties may apply.
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Yay!
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Okay first round: Dr. Saunders: Unharmed-GM Emerald Spider: Unharmed, 1HP Mr. Murk: Unharmed, 1HP Salvo: Unharmed, 1HP Saunders will charge at Salvo and try to stab her: 19. DC27 Toughness save. Have an HP, Zeitgeist. Salvo cannot Accurately sense this(just this one in particular) monster, but Mr. Murk can. @Tiffany Korta Emerald Spider is up! She gets a HP as well, as she similarly cannot perceive this enemy. It doesn't even register on her field-distortion sense...
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@Blüdhaven Bystander Oh without any doubt. But I just want to know what your reason for choosing it is. Is it for the complications of someone being the target for multiple levels of divine wrath? Also, his Attack bonus is very low, and his Strength is very high, but I don't see any of the several ways you could use the high Charisma to his advantage. With Bluff he could have a very strong chance of just Flat-Footing almost everything with an organic brain he came across.
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@Blüdhaven BystanderI do not pretend to know your business, but Aphrodite naming one of her kids after one of her lovers is a little weird to me. Why is that?
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Wrapped now in her comfortably close and concealing red, black and grey terrasuit, Atraxia only paused for a moment before stepping closer to the pedestal and its precious, irreplaceable burden. The Moonstone's white-blue glow would have dazzled any living eyes, but Atraxia's looked past the brilliance to the tell-tale signs of cracks in the psi-silicate matrices, to the faints pulses of psionic energy emissions, the foreboding drone of unconsciousness being twisted slowly into a blur of mental white noise. Pulling away from the malfunctioning chunk of psychoactive space rock, Red Moon unfolded back to her spidery full height and spoke softly, her suit recombining her words into speech mingled with garbled snatches of uncounted possible variations. <"I doubt even Chase or Victoria of the Atoms could heal this. Perhaps it was damaged during his battle with the Cosmic Mind, if it took such a toll on Mentat's son, who can say what stresses the Stone endured?"> Reaching out gingerly, Red Moon let a gloved finger caress Farside City's greatest treasure. If it broke the Farsiders were doomed. If it weakened, doom would merely come slower. The Moonstone was the heart and life of the Refuge, like its slowly-growing twin on Garden would one day become... <"You know where this saviour can be found? If not, my instruments might give us a clue.">
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Atraxia's heart no longer beat, nor could she feel a chill run down her spine, but in that instant it was as if the years had peeled back and the comforting fog torn away. Shivering, the astrally-displaced conciousness directing her corpse turned its head to look Vortex in his face. <"I thought they had banned me from ever touching that...why me?"> Lights in green, red and white pulsed through the corridor, shifting and mingling into dizzying patterns as energy was relayed through the technologically-uplifted caves. It played on the skins of the two Farsiders in stark contrasts, illuminating her in pink and him in mauve. Red Moon turned, blindly staring into a dataplate <"Why me?"> she asked again <"You have so many thousands, hundreds of thousands of people, surely one of them must be better suited for this than I? There must be someone left from the old days who can understand the Source?"> When Lady Lunar had taken the throne, so many years ago, she had culled much of the top-tier intelligentsia and science corps who had been loyal to her parents. It had never dawned on her warped mind that they might have proved loyal to her as well. As a result, as well as spymaster Atraxia had served as overseer of the Waning Witch's ludicrous projects. Not everyone had been pleased when Prince Mentat had pardoned her, upon his sister's defeat. Was this a chance to make up for all that? To her own people, as well as Garden's? <"If-if I must, I must know more. Tell me on the way to the transpad.">
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Initiative rolls, please. The monster goes on 24. Dr. Saunders will see you now.
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GM Emerald Spider found that the computer had been left in sleep mode while overlooking security footage. In almost every room she could see people were fighting, shooting, screaming or running....though the objects of these extreme emotions wasn't visible in any of them, and all the observable people were wearing the same uniforms as the corpses lying before her. At Murk's words there was a surge of eldritch energy, Salvo's own systems blaring a warning as something exploded into being. The shadow lifted from the floor, silent as a whisper, twisting and changing as it grew into three(well, four) hideous dimensions. A monster towered above them, leaking from chitinous, oily plates, a serpentine and eyeless head twisting atop splindly shoulders anchoring two long arms terminated by claws. Claws thick around as a fist and studded with opening, leech-like mouths. its lower body was lost in the shadows that bound it to the earth, the thing needing to struggle even to lift itself to its monstrous height. But it still charged, opening its claws, letting a chorus of squelching wails sing! Raised above the ground, its charge smashed and splintered the boards under its feet, tearing open the floor to reveal utter blackness below. Without any pause in its momentum, it reared and stabbed downwards with both hands at Nicole, the esoteric engineer only able to see that something was coming before ten sword-long fingers collided with her armor!
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Just Notice, DC10
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GM "...ishion...gran..ome aboar..." With a final squeal the transmission cut out, the door nearest the Peregrine sliding open with none of the force you'd expect in different pressures colliding. Three attendants helped keep a corridor open for the two heroes to get aboard, the passengers crowding the edges trying to get a closer look at the strange duo come to rescue them from this bizarre enclosure. "'Scuse me, coming through!" a short, stocky man with a thick head of hair and a pointed beard pushed through to the hatchway, pulling a gold-brimmed hat back onto his head with slightly excessive force "I'm the pilot, Xin Liu, you're the people here to fix the plane?" he looked askance at Hakim "...And do something about this cloud, I suppose? I'll take you to this thing's guts, Levity. Co-pilot's up front, if you need more info," he added to Sha'ir before shouldering on through the press of peering, whispering people in economy, heading for the back of the plane with a wave to Levity. Unbound souls. My lawful subjects, rebels against the ancient order. This slough is their body and mine, a prison of my own invincible flesh. This contradiction cannot stand against itself, prove its impossibility and this mirror will shatter. The dragon sounded a little more relaxed now that it had Sha'ir's attention and cooperation, retreating its ephemeral claw back into the abyss lurking behind Hakim's inner eye.
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With her helmet folded down, Skirris' reptilian face was dominated by a great half-moon of tinted transparent metal covering her horned eyes. Slightering forward, she leaned one powerful arm on the desk, looming over the inspector. Her tongue flicked out for a moment, the young starcutter trying to remember what she had wanted to ask. Her slitted eyes ran hurriedly over the office, taking in the slow buildup of honour and prestige on evidence, respect accumulating around the office like sand around the great monuments of the long-gone Sun Empire. Then her eyes landed on a disassembled burster on one shelf, the remnant of some old case. "What companiesss, what wasss ssstolen?" She couldn't raise or lower the horned brows over her eyes, but her pupils expanded meaningfully behind the sheet of visisteel. "Any ssusspectssss? Jusst tell usss that and we'll get your crooksss!" She jerked her tail at Queenie "Make sssure to sspell out the detailss for the rookie."
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Ishmael shook his head "Like I told you before, Archetech won't want a koiboi like me. They'd love to have someone like you, Spide-E, but I'm just some guy who can run fast, not even as fast as most speedsters out East. Besides, they already have that Centurion-lite guy, I'd be painfully redundant no matter what they did with me. There's plenty for me to do around here that isn't just showing up at photo-ops or endorsements. The Fangs, for instance," Ishamel gestured broadly to the west, out to where the Columbia Bar lurked. resistant to over a century of work trying to pare down one of the deadliest shoals on the American Pacific coast. Without a broadening delta to soften and slow the river debris buildup, especially from upriver construction projects like the dozens of dams along the watershed, not to mention shipwrecks adding their bones, shipping had to tread lightly. There had been a shipwreck in December, a member of of the city's fishing fleet lost with all hands during the night. "There's fires, traffic accidents, mudslides, avalanches, shootings...those last not as much here as in Lower Emerald, but they happen. If I have to wear logos and say focus-tested lines, I don't care so long as I can help." "Besides, if I should be so wary around Mars, don't you think it'd be a good idea to go take a look beforehand? I can't get into the upper levels of Emerald Tower on my own and by the time they let me in we might lose out on some evidence that Mars is some secret supervillain trying to infect us all with mind-control nanites." He folded his arms, the mask's eyebrow raising critically as he looked at Warp "Just saying, if you really suspect him that much..."
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Yay! Another great year to be Thevshi! Hope your birthday goes splendidly!
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@alderwitch I'll do what I want. Also you're a lovely human being and I hope you have a wonderful year.
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Happy birthday, Alderwitch!
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Hyperslice was a rippling silver shadow, darting along the walls, darting across the ceiling and plastering herself to the floor as she drunk in the view. It would have taken a moment to throw herself into the void and experience the eternal night unhindered, but in here the void became a dazzling wonder land of stars and great plumes or streaks of billowing cosmic dust. In those vast clouds the stars of tomorrow would be born, on their worlds the next generation of galactic life would be born, in their efforts would the next steps into eternity be taken. But to Skirris the lights were a reminder of the delirious, indescribable freedom her powers gave her in space. The Incursion War had hit the Haasaan homeworld and its people only a glancing blow. They had their horror stories, but for the most part had escaped without permanent scars like those suffered by the Lor or the Khanate. Of them only Skirris, had gone far beyond their borders to help people escape the remorseless, unrelenting tide of mechanized transmutation. It had been a breathtaking, exhilarating time, filled with all the dangers, the narrow escapes, the impossible odds that she had always longed for on the homeworld of her birth. And now she was, again, on a real mission with real stakes. People were counting on her, the towering Sri Melek and the strange, muddy-colored Terresi. "We'll have your thievesss caught and thrassshed in no time, Sri Farrin!" The serpent woman's tongue flicked confidently, tasting the scents passing through the still orbiter air "Where have they ssstruck mossst?"
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Skirris's irritated snarl rasped right next to his head "No, becaussse you sssaid yourssself I'm 'irresssponsssible and recklessss' and wanted me by your ssside at all timesss." Cavalier could feel the anger radiating from her at the captive before her, invisible clawed hands clenching audibly. The musclebound Haasaan hyperspeedster had a low-power light-bending field attached to her silvery suit. The slender circuitry made sure that, at least on the outset, the Praetorians and their Star Knight associate wouldn't have to figure out how to sell a giant snake person on a more Lor-like planet. However, she was required to be close to Kyle as much as possible after some nigh catastrophically-poor decisions nearly exposed the team. Keeping her almost literally at arm's-length was the only reasonable way to keep her from trying to, say, free every prisoner on the planet at once. So, for the last while, someone who could jump through hyperspace to the fringes of the system and back in moments had been looming over Cavalier's shoulder, grousing and hissing to herself at his every decision. At least she had the presence of mind to keep her voice low and be mindful of her size relative to Kolastian natives. The climate was also very agreeable. After being cooped up on CoVic Station for so long getting to stretch her scales out in dry, hot sand was Heavenly. The people were intriguing as well, Skirris edging as close as she dared to listen in on conversations, trying to tease out how their faith worked. That's what she told Kyle, but it was obvious there was another reason. She wanted to catch every hint she could of the Stormbringer. "Alssso, actually it'sss 'anointer of Olaya', every victory wassshesss her clean of the grime of fear, that ssshe may rissse in fire."
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The people look like regular Americans, with contemporary clothes. The plane itself looks like a somewhat sleeker variant of the Airbus A320neo. Looks fairly new.
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Yes, his Soul-O-Vision Bowler Hat lets him see this slender mannequin-like thing stalking silently towards them.
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@Tiffany Korta Tiff, Emerald Spider might get something out of the computer. @Supercape Murk sees the shadow of something long and lean creeping towards them.
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She does punch into the same room that she is currently standing in. Though looking through, she can see that the computer has turned on. And that her cloak looks really cool from the back.
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Well wood has a Toughness bonus of +3, and Salvo's Enhanced STR gives her an Unarmed Damage bonus of +4, so it could only succeed on a Toughness check if it rolled the highest 5 numbers it could hope to reach, so I'd just give you the "You can just break down the walls" business. And no you do not have to roll to manage to hit a wall.
