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  1. toughness save: 2#1d20+6 11 14 If he made the save for reflex wouldn't matter with that low a roll He is now but mist on the wind!
  2. Moctezuma looked confused, like no one had ever actually asked him before what his issues were. "I ruled my people long ago. The Spanish came, took my treasure and my life and the life of my people, then carried it away on their ships. I cursed them and the treasure, and so now my fate is entwined with that of my treasure. None may possess it and not befall the fate of the Spaniards before them. Those souls that do take my treasure I deal with, then they serve me forever. This is the way it has been and always shall be! I was robbed of the ability to exact my revenge on the souls of the Bonhomme Richard, and so I had to wait till the veil was weak, and my strength was gathered to lift her out of the sea. There is nothing you could offer me, no succor that will quench my rage. My people are gone, their lives and impact almost forgotten. I will make them remember us. I will make them fear us! I will make you all pay! You will all know my RUIN!" The sky cracked and a peel of lightning forked overhead to emphasize the last word. The ghost of Moctezuma's eyes flashed a red light and Flintlock could see his legs had reformed to just above the knee. He still looked weak, but his anger fueled his mad spirit even beyond death. There seemed little to no reason left behind those spectral eyes.
  3. Max's eyebrows shot up to his forehead like a rocket. He'd never been trusted by the cops, let alone given the car keys to a cruiser before. This was definitely odd for him, considering he was just about to be arrested before being given a ride. Looking around he could see that the staff of the hospital was relatively used to chaos and all hell breaking loose. He should have figured that considering it was a hospital, but it was nice to know that they could continue on their merry way without needing to stop to aid the civilians, besides, what was he gonna do? They were already at the hospital. "You drive then Birdie boy, but I'm definitely turning on the lights and the siren. Don't think I'll ever get this opportunity again. To the Carnie Mobile! That doesn't sound good, we'll think of a name for it later."
  4. Moctezume had but a moment to revel in the pain he obviously caused Flintlock before another cannonball took him in the middle. At first a confused look spread across his face, then looking down, he noticed that his ghostly legs were missing. Completely removed by the well aimed cannon shot. Moctezuma's eys flashed red, then went glassy as the injuries started to take their toll. His form wavered between winking out of existence and forming on this plain. He tried to summon his will, the coins floated up out of the water barely a foot before dropping back in as his arms drooped to his side. "YOU... you will... feel... wrath... death..." Moctezuma spun around, his eyes seeming not to be able to focus, to find his enemy. It was all it seemed he could do to keep his form together.
  5. okie doke here's the toughness save toughness save: 1d20+6 13 ouch, fail by 12 so staggered, disabled and stunned! He's on the ropes!
  6. Spitfire watched the whole exchange with a look of confusion. These chain wielding psychos acted like a mix between a junky and a religious fanatic. He was, however, glad to see them leave. Spitfire knelt down to help a woman on the ground onto a nearby gurney, motioning over a nurse to help, then turned to Bird of Arms. "I really don't like bad guys that think they can dictate who I will be wanting to take in or beat up. I like ruining their preconceptions of that idea. Still, we find Flare and she can lead us to him at the least. I'm sure she won't take kindly to being thrown under the bus by that guy, might be we could get her on our side for taking him down, then we take her in, and we get this all wrapped up in a nice little bow and I can go home and get sleep." Max started to walk towards the exit of the hospital and stopped. "Crap, I forgot, my bike's at the park. Running to Southside would take a while. Think we need the cops on this one to give us a ride back. Plus we probably should help get this place back in order first. The people should probably be over their blindness by now."
  7. Moctezuma scoffed at Flintlock's jests but his sneer quickly turned to wide eyed panic as he belatedly remembered the Tentacled horror, which slammed into him with a tentacle, sending the ghost spinning. Moctezuma recovered quickly and in a fit of rage screamed a wordless scream of anger, ghostly spittle flying from his mouth as a literal storm of coins swirled around the ship, the kraken and Flintlock. Thousands of coins rained from the sky, shooting at the speed of bullets towards Flintlock. "IF I PERISH, SO DO YOU!" With that, the sky rained death.
  8. ok so sense motive is: Sense Motive: 1d20+12 28 Not shook toughness save: 1d20+7 27 A lucky natural 20, so he's just Injured again! The cannon misses him unfortunately. Moctezuma gets to act again and power attacks an autofire coin shot at Flintlock attack roll Pow Attack vs Flintlock: 1d20+7 24 Hits, succeeds by 4 with adds 2 damage, so 7 damage added total is a DC 32 damage effect
  9. Max shook his head and shouted at the police officer. "Boxy! I feel it worrisome that I have to tell you do not shoot while you are blind, in a hospital full of civilians! Me and Tweety can see so we're going to take care of this. You just, I don't know, sit there and try not to kill any civilians!" Max looked to Jann and pointed down the hallway towards the sound of the fanataic gang members. "You lead the way my man, I'll take up the rear. I'll point out any more giant teddy bears I see." Max's heart thumped in his chest in rapid time. Max had fought criminals before, had fought them with civilians around, but never in an enclosed space that would react badly to his fire so he felt more like a hindrance than a help. Hopefully this Bird of Arms could handle himself well enough to make up for Max's lack of efficacy.
  10. Max saw three go down from the improvised bear projectile and stifled a laugh. The winged man, for his part, looked deadly serious despite the comical antics involved in his attack. The throngs of panicked and blinded people caused Max to curse. He had not thought through the side effects of blinding all these civilians. While chiding himself for his idiocy, he blamed it on his fatigue and injuries. Pretty sure he was concussed but that was no excuse. Taking a more subtle approach Max decided to pull out an old trick he'd mastered a long time ago. Heating the air between himself and one of the chain wielding thugs, Max ignited the oxygen, causing a small puff flame, but essentially, robbing the air around the man of any breathable atmosphere. Hopefully it would do something less chaotic than blinding everyone around him.
  11. ok Going to use the Suffocate power on one of these guys, assuming minions taking 10 to hit DC 21 Fortitude save vs the effect Reflex save: 1d20+10 28 reflex save for the round
  12. okie dokkes! Initiative: 1d20+3 16
  13. Spitfire saw the men coming and cursed under his breath. This was just what he needed. It still hurt a lot to breath and he was tired and shaky, on top of barely keeping his eyes open. The world swirled a bit as the adrenaline kicked in and Max had to steady himself. He wasn't prepared to unleash fiery hell in the halls of a hospital so he did the only thing he could think of with his addled and recently exploded brain. "Cover yer eyes buddy," Max whispered Lighting the flame in his lunges to an incredible heat, Max waited till the barefooted chain wielders were within range, then blow out a short burst of super heated flame that ignited the air for a millisecond, causing the hallway to light up like a flash bang.
  14. Alright, to try and continue with the catching them off guard, going to blind these guys using "Fireblind" So Dazzle 11 burst area. Gonna try and tell Jann to cover his eyes. Here's the reflex save for Max Reflex save: 1d20+10 12 Gonna blow an HP I guess Reflex save: 1d20+10 15 Orokos hates me today, but that's a 25 so that'll keep aaand he's immune to fire effects so this is all a moot point and doesn't matter! Yay!
  15. ok so let's try a stealth roll stealth roll: 1d20+10 14 Spitfire's really tired... yeah that's the ticket
  16. Spitfire whipped his head around at the noise. "Come on man, I needed at least another cup of coffee before this." Deciding that getting the drop on whatever was making the ruckus might be better than going in breath blazing, Spitfire crouched low and hugged the wall, motioning for Jann to do the same. "We catch whoever's causing the commotion while they're preoccupied with the civvies, might be able to take em down without a whole bunch of property damage and injury. Hopefully" Max quickly crept along behind the police officers, readying the fire in his lungs in case of emergency, small whiffs of smoke trailing out of his nostrils.
  17. A cannonball took Moctezuma in the chest, being incorporeal he did not splatter across the waves or sail back into horizon. There was, however a large, singed hole through his middle and Moctezuma stumbled taking a knee in midair. "A curse upon your pox-ridden corpses! The Great Moctezuma will not be undone by undead pirate filth! I am ruler of the Tenochtitlan and the Dead! I am the wrath of the waves! The scourge of the Spanish! I will have my vengeance now, and throughout time! Your petty slights will not stop me!" Despite the wrathful blustering, Moctezuma was still on one knee, the gaping hole in his chest knitting closed slowly.
  18. Ak'kar was up like a lightning bolt and was on the bridge within 3 minutes. His crew was dutiful, through the halls he saw them bustling to stations, making general emergency plans and readying the ship for battle or whatever other incident might be forthcoming. He was often proud of his crew, but never more so than when in a crisis. They were good officers, good men and women and anything else they were. He didn't try to hide the flash of yellow his skin turned at the pride he felt in his crew. He knew they all knew what his different shades meant by now, and it was good for them to know his pleasure in their competence. Ak'kar moved into the bridge and addressed Mr. Skree. "Status report, Mr. Skree."
  19. Max was following, but just barely. The kids direct speech left out a lot of exposition, but context clues led him to understand what was being said. "So you've had run-ins before, which means you have some idea of how they operate. You got a line on a safehouse? We could end this tonight if we get patched up and head out again. Might be prudent to wait till tomorrow night though. They don't seem to be going anywhere and I'm pretty sure we put the kibosh on tonight's escapades. Of course though, they know about us now, and know we're on to them. That could cause them to move up the timeline, which is bad. Also could cause them to panic, which is bad and good. Whatya think?"
  20. Max nearly squeeled in delight, jumping up to baby talk and tickle the baby. "Edge, I tell ya, it's been a hell of a few months, but you know me, I always come out of the fire clean. And look at you, little man, aren't you the cutest little thing in the world?! Who's gonna grow up to be a little superhero huh? You are! Yeah, you are!" Max tickeled the baby's chin and effectually devolved into nonsense words while talking to the baby before coming to his senses. "Heh, sorry bout that, I kinda like kids, babies especially." Max turned to Torpedo Lass and smiled. "Howdy there Lass. How's the prez these days?" Max greeted the newcomer then snapped his finger turning to Grim. "I got it, I'll get ahold of Deardra, I'm sure she'd be willing to offer the Menagerie up for this. Good press and getting some work in at the same time. Prolly offer a discount." Max turned to everyone else. "I used to work at a travelling circus. Deardra's Travelling Menagerie. Pretty big gig as far as carnie fare goes. We can set up tents around the corn maze, or in it, or in the center, whatever works. I'll make sure she knows about the PG-13 restriction." Max sat back down and propped his feet on the table.
  21. Moctezuma is in deep! Toughness Save: 1d20+8 18 18 toughness save, injured and stunned since failed by 7!
  22. With a mighty squeeze the ephemeral hull of the Bonhomme Richard started to buckle. The keel cracked, sails and masts toppled. The ghostly sailors that crewed the ship ran this way and that, as they would have in life, fearing for their no longer present skin. It was obvious that Moctezuma was losing control. His aura glowed brighter with each sharp crack, with each hammer blow of cannon on wood. "NO! DAMN YOU! FIRE EVERYTHING! SEND THEM TO THE DEEPS!" With the last of it's power, the Bonhomme Richard blew forth a cannon volley of angry power into the Black Flag, and as she dissipated, sinking into the sea, Moctezuma rose, the whole of his treasure around him, swirling in a vortex. "YOU WILL DIE, WENCH!" Screamed the ghost and the cloudy of spinning metal descended on Flintlock and her crew, threatening to tear through flesh and bone like a storm of bullets.
  23. ok so toughness save: 2#1d20+17 19 35 since the first one fails by 11 the ship is taking on water (staggered, disabled, stunned), and the second attack hits but does no damage It's on it's last legs! Moctezuma is fine though. Revenge! Moctezuma's rage requires that the ship perform a strenuous action, which means it's going down, It's going to attack the black flag with guns! Moctezuma himself will throw coin tornado at Flintlock, this time it's a targeted area effect though so attack then Toughness save vs DC 27 for Flintlock and any of her crew in a 60 ft radius around her (you're call on how many, if any, that is) attack roll: 1d20+10 24 so Ghost ship hits and it's a DC 27 toughness save for the black flag attack roll: 1d20+10 20 a 20 to Hit Flintlock, which hits I believe
  24. In answer to the threats leveled his way Moctezuma rose into the air above the deck and lifted his arms to the churning heavens. Slowly glinting metal of silver and gold rose with him, then started to spin clockwise around him, moving faster and faster. The coins started to pick up debris and wind with their speed till Moctezuma's form was obscured behind a tornado of bullion. With a scream that cracked like thunder, Moctezuma released the tornado, driving it into the form of the tentacled monstrosity. It was to any other creature a mighty blow, but it's form seemed to weather the storm with but a few more pock marks and gleaming bits of metal sticking out of it. Moctezuma screamed in frustration. "Release me, Kraken! Or I shall visit upon you the wrath of the Aztecs!"
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