Tiffany Korta
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Wife, wife? She was going for sister obviously the disguise made her look a more mature than she actually was. But right now was probably not the best time to worry about such thing she had better things to focus upon, like the threat of the Meta-Grue. Taking a step back to gain a good overview on everything, though she hoped it didn’t make her look to bad on camera, she drew her sword Dyrnwyn now glowing an unhealthy black. After assessing the situation for a few more seconds she made a dash and roll towards the Meta-Grue slashing as she came up aiming for what she hoped was a vital spot.
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Move Action: Draw Dyrnwyn Standard Action: Do a power attack on Meta Attack Roll: 1d20+10-2 17, close but no banana
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Lucy stayed silent for a few moment processing the little they’d found out so far, maybe Fred and Harry were running off on her. It looked like they were all together on trying to solve this mystery before more people got hurt or worse, they may all be criminals but they didn’t deserve the fate that Alvarez almost suffered. She walked over and greeted the two detective’s with her normal charming smile. “If this isn’t random then this hangman must be picking his victims somehow. Is there any connection with all these victims? I’m only taking a guess but it might have to do with their trials themselves, did they share a council or judge in common?â€
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When Lucy came in through the door she didn’t say anything at first only raising an eyebrow at the change of moths on the calendar. After a few moments consideration she placed Rene’s painting just below where the calendar was hung, suggesting that this conversation wasn’t over just yet... “Not so much with the Gal if you please, though I’ll have to give you the old.†her normal smile returned to her face “So I guess you’ve managed to find another clue to this robbery? Well you can tell me all about it on the way.â€
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Toughness Save Toughness Save: 1d20+9 21 And another attack on the serpent Attack Roll: 1d20+10 18, if that hits the normal save.
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Ignoring the blows rained upon her by the Serpent warriors Blodeuwedd continued to move around the room with a series or rapid fluid motions. As she moved she efficiently picked out the necessary spot’s on her target that she need to hit. Rather than worry about either of her allies she concentrated on keeping tack of the combat around her and effectively defeating her foes. To that end she did a series of quick slashes toward the serpent person that was still giving her problems, she’d have a few bruises to content with tomorrow.
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Something was wrong here and Cerys couldn’t figure out quite what was wrong. Well obviously Tona being found buried in a long used grave and one of there watchers looking like an Omegadrone, but the why of it was still eluding her. “Tona something isn’t right here none of this should be anything like this. We need to get somewhere safe and work out what going on here. If the watcher will allow that that is.†She put her hand on Dyrnwyn, didn't she leave it in her room? Ready to defend themselves it the guardians decided to attack.
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It has been said that Welsh cuisine was a bland uninspiring affair with none of the spices and thrills of the kind of food on offer here. Whether the general populace of Wales agreed with this, especially with many food from around the world on offer, Blodeuwedd didn’t know. But she tended to eat sensible to keep the required calorie intake for her activities. But today was a special day and she was allowing herself a little treat or two happily tucking into a generously filled taco or two. “You should feel lucky, our national dish is leeks, or a fancy Cheese on toast.â€
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Blodeuwedd gave a gentle reassuring smile to the woman, chiding herself at forgetting how some Fae didn’t like to be touched. She’d have to be careful to treat her as both a mortal woman who just lost her friend, and a High Faerie exiled from her home. “We don’t know much that's mostly why were talking to his former friends and allies. I can tell you the little that we do know.†Blodeuwedd then laid out to the woman what they had found out so far, as little as it was, making sure to respect the poor woman's feeling in the lost of her former friends.
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YB's Diplomacy 1d20+6=14, so close but so far. Agnus would consider this important enough for her last HP and a reroll 1d20+6=21. Perfect!
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YB's Toughness save 1d20+10=27.
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Ah okay I was thinking he was a normal person weight wise, I'll factor that in next time. To gain the height that's a full round actions, I hoping for the atmosphere to do all the work .
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Well we're obviously being far to stoic to actually react 1d20+9=11.
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As discussed with Thev Lucy's facing Minions so I'll take 10 to drop one of them.
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Picking herself up Lucy dusted herself down looking at the three men in the room. As with most of her clothes, apart from the suit she was buried with, the dress she wearing was showing signs of distress. It was a shame she like this dress. “I believe it’s traditional to offer people an easy way or a hard way. But I’m not in a particularly giving mode.†To illustrate this point she walked over and punched the guy she shared a cigar with earlier. “If you’d been a little more helpful I’d wouldn’t have to go through all this.†She knew it was wrong to resort to violence, but right now it was very therapeutic.
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Lucy was normally a very level headed woman and wasn’t prone to bouts to anger, if she had been she wouldn’t have been as good as she was at either her previous or current job. But the layers of information revealed about how little she knew right now was really irking her. “I getting a little fed up of people not telling me what’s going on. People are going to have to start telling me the whole story soon.†She began moving towards the detective he wounds as well as her suit healing up as she did until she appeared unharmed. Stepping close to the detective she grabbed hold of the gun and tried to twist the weapon out of her hand. “Let’s try to have a civil conversation without all these weapons.â€
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Regenration removes the disabled hp to remove the dazed. Then will attempt to disarm the detective. Attack Roll is 1d20+12=30 and disarm roll 1d20+12=18.
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“I’ll have to check that out sometime maybe one day you can show the beauties of your country, and it alcohol, I’ve never had a chance to travel beyond this continent so far.†She hopped off of his lap running a hand over his cold, cold face. “And I look forward to dancing with you later, but I have other people to meet and greet first.†She blew him a kiss goodbye as she wandered over to Henry who she’d seen come in a few minutes ago. “You know I like this suit better than the other then again you’ve got to love a classic.†She stood up on tip toes a took off his hat putting it on her own head and giving him a broad grin.
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Miss Grue's Initiative 1d20+4=7
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Someone is now at 20,000 ft, good job they don't need to breath or feel the cold . Is there any way to convince faux-Osprey not to squeeze me to death before we hit the edge of space?
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As this Osprey clung on Agnus continued to shoot up into the sky. If they weren’t careful she’d have to consider aircraft along the list of hazards to look out for, though at the moment being crushed to death was fairly high on that list for some reason. “I let you into a small secret. I don’t need the breath and I don’t feel the cold. So all this is a walk in the park for me. how about you stop trying to crush me to death and we can talk about setting you back down to terra firma?†Luckily she had a good 60 miles before she was outside her jurisdiction, though if he was stubborn enough to hold on that long she might be in a touch of trouble.
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YB's going to hit one of the beast with a shot of lovely pure light 1d20+10=30. WIth the +5 for the Crit that a DC 30. She might be going down but's she going down fighting .
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Sometimes Agnus really wished for the quiet life when shadow snakes didn’t attack her out of no where. Then again it came with the uniform, the one she really didn’t have time to change into instead she identified her protective aura and hoped no one put two and two together. “Sorry guy’s but’s I’ve not got a dimensional trip and slow death pencilled in today. I can do Friday if you’d like to call back?†As she spoke she picked out the potential weakest of the four at this moment, thanks to lifetime of experience, and sent toward it a stream of bright light for it’ trouble
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Agnus looked at the man with a kind yet firm look on her face. IN circumstances like this it was best to go with the absolute truth, abet a little edited. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to trust us a little more than that. The two of us need to go into that mini swamp alone. We’re about to meet a very power entity, the one that made you sick, and we can’t be worried about your safety along with our own.†her face softened a little and she gave a smile “Trust me I have no desire to see any of these animals harmed in any way, we’re be as careful as we can.â€
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Miss G's Notice Roll 1d20+7=22
