Moira Morley
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So, Mind Reading 7, yes?
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By the way, what are you ritualing up @Zeitgeist Blue?
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Time for Pacer to step up again, @EternalPhoenix
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@Zeitgeist Blue Go. K I L L... Or you know, just lay there
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Clarification, failed by 14. Staggered and Stunned
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One down!
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If it's at Morley's, as suggested in chat, the actual bar (18+) opens at 10PM bar closes at 4AM to clean up for the pub hours (11AM to 9PM) I'm not an actual bar owner, so these are rough estimate times. But they seem right in my head. Feel free to correct. Since the last event went 'so well', there will be ID checks. Supers most likely won't have IDs, but hey, credibility. That and this is a social thread, I think?
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Hey, if Casey's involved, Maria could be tagging along. If not, Moira/Scion could sing. Oh the singing she could do.
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You hit 15 right on the nose, but fail to actually find one.
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You'll need to make a 50% miss chance too. They're hiding in/behind trees. No telling where they are! But yes, if you hit one, you knock one out.
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"Casey" she nodded. Corrected, yes, now Maria wouldn't forget it. She had a steel trap of a mind of remembering people she worked with. And seeing as they were roommates as well as sorority sisters, they would definitely working together. In fact, she made a note of somehow making Casey her number one. The strong grip impressed her. She might ask her what kind of program she used when they got settled in. The gym was Maria's secondary home. If she didn't get four hours of a work out a day she felt angered at herself. "My powers involve manipulation of blood. human or otherwise," Maria rattled it off like a badge of pride, "I can make you better or worse. Any thing that makes you sick? Poof, gone! Also i can move you around like a rag doll or puppet, and make your blood go bad." She stopped to look at Casey's response. Most would be disgusted by now. "But nothing bad on you, girl. Unless you start robbing banks or some such." Her smirk was self-congratulatory. "Also i float. I really don't know. It has nothing to do with the blood." She picked her own feet off the floor, evening out their six inch difference. "Casey," she said in an almost cadence beat in her voice, "I swear, as long as you're not a villain or some kind of criminal, I'll protect you like every other person. Probably even more, now that we're sisters, and roommates."
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Forgive me, Zeitgeist, it is Ari's turn. Also, yes, you'll need to save against Damage 10 (axe) and Damage 8 (fire) because of Feedback, Heritage
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Scion Punching Big Dude: 1d20+8 15 Misses. Nicole's turn, @Zeitgeist Blue
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ic [Lost Expeditions] Castle Ravenloft
Moira Morley replied to Moira Morley's topic in The Realms Beyond
Moira freely let Max free. She wasn't going to need weight when she pounded the big man out of his armor. She rushed toward him as he was stabbing into Grimalkin and missed him! Quite agile this tall armored man was.She grunted her frustration. Her father taught he to end the enemy as quick and viciously as possible. It really didn't apply to the world she was protecting. But when Mr Stabby started to put blades in her friends all bets were off. She wasn't going to kill him, but once she got her hands on him, she was going to show him her father's brutality. -
Big Dude Attacking Grimalkin: 1d20+13 29 Autofire Damage 7. +1 for every 2 above your defence up to +5. 29 beats Grimalkin's defence by a whopping 15! So this will be a DC 27 toughness for her! Meditator is Dazed, can't do anything. Crossbow Hacking at Rope: 1d20+10 18 Attacking Unattended Objects is a 5+size modifier defence. So She definitely hit it Rope DC 20 Toughness: 1d20+6 11 Failed by 9. Injured. Onyx Woman (Raisa, pronounced Ray-zha) does Burning Hands DC 18 Reflex for Pacer and Grimalkin. If you pass, DC 19 Toughness or DC 23 toughness if you fail. If either of you have Evasion (which I'm pretty certain you do) apply the rules for that Rope can't reflex so it does DC 23 vs fire DC 23 Toughness: 1d20+5 18 Railed by 9. another Injury. Pacer, DC 16 will save versus Paralyze It's Spitfire's turn (just outlining it so we don't have any confusion :D)
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ic [Lost Expeditions] Castle Ravenloft
Moira Morley replied to Moira Morley's topic in The Realms Beyond
GM The meditating dragon tattoo man was blind sided by Pacer's quick assualt. the rest of the crew were seemingly ready from the crossbow woman' warning. Though what they did not expect is a huge net from a small creature. Most of them were mainly surprised. and angered by being trapped in a net. The only one who would have understood what was going on was too busy trying to get the ringing out of his ears from the supersonic blow. "Foul creature, your wiles will not deter us from the vampire lord's castle," the big man brandished two swords. "Raisa," he spoke to one of the crew struggling to get out of the net, "what manner of creature is this so I might dispatch it quickly?" For being such a big guy he swung the two swords with surprising accuracy. Grim noticed something. The blows were not love taps she was used to. He was actually trying to bury the blades in to her like some kind of actual warrior! While the dragon tattoo guy was still trying to center himself, the woman with the crossbow had other weapons. She dropped her crossbow and drew a large axe, hacking at the magical rope. She made headway, chopping it but getting nowhere. "Another plane of existence," the onyx woman squinted looking at Grimalkin. "You don't look celestial or infernal or elemental. You're just an elf." The onyx woman spat, "your kind trapped my kind underground." She wiggled her fingers and spoke in an arcane language different what the people had been speaking. "Hands of Fire!" Gouts of flame game from her hand hitting the rope, and flying at Grimalkin and Pacer. The dragon person looked down it's nose at Pacer. "You're fast," it said in a gravelly voice that Pacer didn't understand, "but can you outrun the gods?" Putting it's hands together, fire wreathed around Pacer as the dragon person seemed to be praying. -
There's only one person with the Sense Motive to understand that and he's Dazed and Trapped. Have a HP Heritage. Now I've got to do five turns in one post!
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Also, give me a Diplomacy roll. there will be some modifiers. That you're most all dressed in yellow robes and you have most of them trapped.
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Big Dude DC 16 Reflex: 1d20+6 25 Avoided. Meditator DC 16 Reflex: 1d20+10 12 Dazed, and now Trapped. Crossbow DC 16 Reflex: 1d20+10 30 Avoided. Onyx Woman DC 16 Reflex: 1d20+4 13 Trapped. Dragon Person DC 16 Reflex: 1d20+3 12 Trapped.
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It's been almost a week, @Heritage. I'll probably keep intervals like this to three days in combat. Outside of combat, it's speed of plot. If you can't post, let me know.
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Maria nodded as Casey took some of the bags, "thanks." She dropped the bags on her hands and shoulders once she got in the room. She breathed a sigh of relief. It was worth it it though. She didn't get her work out last night and was highly irritated for doing so. It didn't replace it, and she would get a session in tonight. Looking around the room, she quirked an eyebrow. It was small. "Aye, I'd like to take the window," she said eyeing it. She looked to Casey and grinned, "I need easy access to the outside, doing the hero thing." She reached out a hand to Casey, "Maria Sangre. I haven't thought of a hero name yet but I'm thinking of something like Corazón or maybe something 'regal' like Sanguine." She spoke quickly and concisely, not too fast where Casey couldn't understand her. Grinning wide, she showed off a small pair of fangs, "don't worry I'm one of the good guys. They know what I do here."
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She thought about the area where his new shop would be, knowing exactly where it could be. Taking mental notes, she told herself to remember that place across the way to see if it was still available. West End wasn't too bad of a neighborhood. besides, he'd pick up some good clientele while there too. She also made a note to talk to Wesley to see if he could help a fellow artist out. Or did other artists protect their business? She was not into the tattoo scene. Maybe she would after this? Not that she had many more that she wanted. Times change, huh? She gasped suddenly and laughed as he sat her in the chair. "More access, huh" she questioned looking up at him with a sinister grin. She pulled the tight shirt from her body covering herself. Modesty, she had a silly thought, sure. I can do that. She saw him flustered for a bit and it amused her. She would have said something, but she didn't want to frazzle the guy putting things in her skin that could mark her forever. It was quiet for a bit. Except for the music and the work. Uptown Funk, Do I wanna Know, some grindy metal. Other songs. Eventually the markered masterpiece was almost finished. It was an hour later, dark outside. she yawned and smiled, he was doing his thing. And to wit, it looked great. She knew not to put actual faces on it, faces and names. Avoid those. Unless you want them forever. "Looks nice," she said impressed. "I'm guessing the actual work will take a little longer?"
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Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. This place, while nice, did not have the home feel. It was like school. School masquerading as home. But it would be nice to have connections. And connections came though schmoozing it up with the Greek society. It would do for now. Just a stepping stone to greatness. Carrying four duffel bags of different sorts and sizes - it wasn't hard to carry just unwieldy, two on her shoulders, two in her elbows, two in her hands - she saw her roommate knocking on the door as she was on her way to it. She caught wind of the statement and rolled her eyes. This girl was all about the wholesome shtick. She was sure it was all a ruse. No one was that twee unless they were twelve. Still, Maria whistled shortly, to get her roommates attention "Hey Cassie," she misremembered her name. They had only seen each other in passing. Maria was too busy talking head at that Stephanie girl. She was good for a debate. Smart like a whip too. "Kind of full here. Can I get in?" Her tone was direct, not confrontational, but blunt. Like she was carrying several heavy bags and needed to put them down.
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Moira watched Max work with awe. It was Apollo who showed her the love of artistry. He even gave her her fist tattoo. The sun on the back of her neck that read 'My Beloved' in Greek. Though Moira and Max had been hanging around long enough, she felt connected with him. They survived Hell. And came out, well, not unscathed, but closer. She enjoyed the artistry of the first one, but it really didn't say what she wanted. It was beautiful though. The second one however lit a spark in her eye. Trying not to disturb him while he worked she leaned in close while he sketched. "That's really good," she whispered. She was no muse. But she was glad to give an artist inspiration. She pointed at the tree, with glee, "I was wondering how to work in another person, but you did it without asking." She remembered Stesha, and wanted to draw her humanoid, but could not think of anything. "maybe a vine or two trailing down it?" She really didn't want to unhumanize Stesha, but she had no idea! She hugged him when he showed her the final product. "Apollo himself would be pleased with such work," she lied. Apollo, while not haughty, did prefer the things he made. It was a compliment. "Why don't you have your own place? I know a few tattoo artist that get by on less." She caressed the back of his neck absent-mindedly looking at between the art and him. "I could offer you space at Morley's, if you wish." She put her forehead to his, "it's a start, huh?"
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She agreed with his statement about the consent thing. Even though she was OK with it, it was not OK. No feelings were in that. She wanted to put a face on this whole thing and punch that face forever. But they were lost in a hellscape. There were no faces to punch. She swore the next face she saw, barring her companion, she was going to punch. "Sounds fair," she nodded. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek when he hugged her. She felt his emotion, he felt hers. It was finally good. The faded blackness gave way to a hallway, a dark one. there was only enough to go one wide. doors were scattered in different areas. Each had a different name of a different person. None of them they knew. "Remind me not to get a room here," she scoffed mockingly. Though she was following Max. Max sounded so much better. Then again, it was his name.