Supercape

"Good evening Gentlemen!" said Lord Steam, enthusiastically as Blakely opened the door. He was dressed in a smoking jacket and slippers, holding a book on American History in his hand (supposing he should get to grips with the basics of this curious dimension) and had been relaxing with a glass of port that was still in his hand. "Port for the gentlemen. And bring out some of that marvellous Stilton you managed to procure, Blakely, there's a good fellow!" he said to his butler. "Now then, sirs, please do make yourself at home. The Stilton is excellent and at a quite suitable temperature. Please help yourself. The port is also of suitable vintage and makes an excellent combination..." he whittered, bringing them into the reception room where he sat himself down behind a large bookcase, and offered seats to his guests.

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YB, A Reflex and Will Save DC 15 to spare yourself from his magic words. Then, initiative time! 1d20+6=24 for Lorenzo Vile. Note, we are low light conditions, affording partial concealment to anybody without darkvision or some suitable supersense. The tunnels leading out of here are however pitch black.

GM "Equals? Equals?" the man laughed. "Humans were born to be slaves! Can you not see? what have they done with their much vaunted freedom? wars, horror upon horror. No, it is your blind nature to seek your own destruction. Freedom! Freedom! call the slaves, without the wit to know what to do with it...No! your true place is here!" he laughed, showing the two avatars the chains of Lemuria. "You are only truly at peace with yourselves when in chains!" He wrapped the chains around his hands, slowly, deliberately. "I am Lorenzo Vile, a Sorcerer, you might say. A servant of Set, and the blood of the Serpent People runs through my veins. In the deeper south, where Slavery is rife, and the Serpent Cults live, I shall take my place, and turn the tide of the war. Your future will be forgotten, and slavery will rise, like a spirit..." He smiled, coldly. Yes, there was something serpentine about him. "I have no need to break you to my will today, although it would be a delight to do so. No, your time will come, when the armies of the South march forth to break wills and bones all!" he snarled. "And you can stay there, my pretty little slave!" he said directly to Young Brittania mumbling some gibberish phrase that still managed to tune itself crystal clear to her ear. With that, he turned heel and dashing off into the dark!

GM "I'm afraid the matter is quite settled I couldn't possibly...." started Mr. Cloak, waving his hands without looking at El Heraldo. "Accompany them did you say?" he interrupted himself, leaning in and paying attention as the words registered. He pressed his hands to his temples. "Now then, now then. That is something that is certainly...new. I can't say I actually condone what you are doing, you understand, and I want to make it quite clear I wont be aiding you in your enterprise. But of course it would be legal to accompany said individuals". He pulled out a few tomes from behind him and perched some reading glasses up to his eyes. His finger traces the various clauses and sub-clauses of the various dry legislation. "Yes. No legal impediment to such an action at all. If one was prepared to do so, and incite article 41a subsection 12, quoting State vs RC, one would have no such impediment to doing that whatsoever. Of course, I would not be in a position to give you legal advice to do so, and nor would I suggest such an action. I am merely discussing technical hypothetical legal scenario's with some passers by who are not my clients and whom I am not advising...."

GM "" replied the Jester, his eye's penetrating "Vicky". "" he said, a soft smile on his lips. "" he stared at "Vicky" once more. "" he said, with a polite bow. "" he said, tapping his chin. So far he had spoken in flawless German. He changed to a more poetic, equally flawless French, in a more sing song, whimsical and poetic timbre. "" he said smiling. ""

GM There was no immediate response from the Ambulance, although the Siren kept wailing and smoke kept belching. Ironclad was aware of a low level electrical field - enough to cause some stress and tingling in her suit, but not enough to damage it. A crackling voice could be heard from the speakers of the Ambulance... "This...is....what....it....feels....like....body....all.....working....power....power!!!" Ironclad couldn't be sure, but it sounded, vaguely, like...Ace? The electric field around around the ambulance started arcing and sparking again, building up in strength. Ironclad's sensors detected a powerful surge in static radio waves around her, a white noise that would be blocking out all radio signals in the immediate area...

Cheers AA, will use above if needed!

Incidentally guys, I am in no way going to force and PvP action on you, the choice for interaction is entirely yours. When you get to encounter each other, you may wish to make the appropriate knowledge rolls on the Reputation table for each others characters (Gather Information would not really be appropriate without the well informed feat). Of course I may have pm'd you secretly additional information...

GM "Be advised, Son" replied Admiral Chambers "I am guessing this is now ordinary Omegadrone..." he said, arching an eyebrow. "Be on your guard...remember, we can take no chances here..." "Admiral, target has dropped below zero altitude! repeat: target has sumberged!" "Damn!" cursed Chambers, thumping the desk. "Launch Seabirds one and two. Standard Drill, be advised, we are under attack. Sound the alarm..." he barked, as men and women of the navy flew right and left to effect his orders. He turned back to Wave-Eye. "Underwater, we have no support. If the sonofabitch rises above it, we can use our firepower. But under the sea, it will have to be our air support, and they take time to launch, even a well oiled ship like ours. Son, we are in your hands...." He turned back to give some orders. "Deploy mines!" he ordered "Brace for impact! Seal the lower chambers! Security Response team to assigned positions!"

GM Low and behold... It was not hard to find. It was hardly even hidden, it was more that the church was in such bad repair that the rotting floorboards and cracked masonry has half collapsed around the stairway to the cellar. There was a door, loosely speaking, and the door was loose, certainly no effort to shift open with a bit of effort, even for a normal man. The cellar seemed large, and relatively protected from the fall of the church. Dimly lit by candles, it was hard to see. Mould climbed the walls. El Heraldo could hear the lapping of the sea in the distance, reverberating around long tunnels. "Welcome welcome..." came the cackle from the semi-darkness. It was hard to see the man. He was half-silhouette. A tall, thin man, dressed in modern, plain, but rich attire, of deep black and purple. A well tailored suit and buttoned up shirt, no tie, and scarf. He had a faustian look about him, with a jet black goatee, and slicked back hair peaked of hairline. "I don't know how you found out about this plan. But I imagine all things are possible. All things can be done. And all things can be undone..." he smiled. In his hand, he held a glinting length of chain. "The chains of Lemuria. The ancient artifact of the serpent people. You see, at this point in America, the land is fighting for slavery, or emancipation, depending on your view, I suppose. Slavery is the natural state of human's, and Slavery should have won..." He gripped the chains tightly in his hand, a glint in his eye. "This is the turning point, where the Serpent people can rise again! The cults are strong in the south. The blood, even if weak, is worshipped...." Yes, the man was mainly human, but there was something in his eye...

Ironclad - 3 HP - Bruised

Ok Ill say the ping hits at about 100 feet off the ground. And its a DC 25 TOughness Save (Electrical descriptor) for Ironclad.

GM In the air... Ironclad had barely taken off, Ambulence firmly in her grip, when it all went wrong. PING!!!! The Ambulance fizzed and sparked, its Siren's wailing as a massive electrical discharge swept through the ambulance and straight through into Ironclad's armour. Smoke belched powerfully from the Ambulances Engines, surely it would not be able to power itself...yet the Siren kept wailing... This time, Ironclad could tell: the Radiowave signal was timed perfectly with the jolt. There was a yell or two of pain from inside the Ambulance, as the paramedics and driver were knocked out. What on earth it had done to the already fragile Jill and Ace....?

The answer is no, you can't change save on an Area from Reflex. However, Perception Range Area affects allow no Reflex save to half the DC. This is probably what you are looking for if you are thinking of a psionic attack (such as mental blast, mind control, etc).

Sense Motive Roll DC 10

GM "The Flowerball? The Flowerbell?" said Mr. Clock, his eyes momentarily darting to his computer screen, where his card game was now evaporated. "Ah yes, the Flowerbell! The Immigrants!" he said, smiling and pressing his hands together in a pyramid under his chin, promptly leaning on the structure. "I am terribly sorry. But laws are laws, you know. Technically they entered the country illegally, and hence, they are due for deportation. We did look into the refugee status, and have consulted with the Mexican Authorities, and their claims are unsubstantiated. You must understand, that people desperate to enter our country will often embellish andeven fabricate stories of maltreatment from their home country, in order to obtain refugee status. We need a standard of proof, otherwise our borders may as well be non-existent..." He smiled with sincerity and sadness. "So I am afraid we must enforce the law as it stands. The illegals are to be deported tomorrow, as I understand. They will be treated fairly during deportation, they are not prisoners..." he said, by way of minute recompense.

GM "Sir! We are professional soldiers Sir!" snapped the younger man, in retort to Wave-Eye. He meant it too. These guys were not your average grunts. "At ease, men!" said Admiral Chambers as the two soliders brought Wave-Eye into his office. He was surrounded by a couple of other armed soldiers and a few other officers. "Wave-Eye...I heard...I read all about you, Son..." he said, a little stiffly. "I know you can fight. No stranger to war, either. Well, we may just have one here. The Centurion, well it's on a top secret mission. Even I don't know everything that's going on. We have some scientists down below, and something bigger down below us, apparently. All dates back to the Terminus Invasion. You know the Terminus Invasion, right?" He stood up stiffly and marched up to Wave-Eye. "Look Son, we got a situation. The Centurion, it's here to make sure that the Earth is protected from any further Terminus Invasion. Because the next one, we may not get lucky. The Centurion, the other Centurion, he ain't with us any more, so we have to make do with this ship". He stood up tall and proud. "And our mission is this. No exceptions, no mistakes, no terminus. We don't accept anything that could expose us to another invasion. Our goal, our only goal, is to make sure the Earth doesn't get turned into a ball of cinder by the next invasion. You got that? because it isn't over Son, it's never going to be over..." He pointed to the Radar. "And right now we have an Omegadrone heading right for us. So my question is, are you with us, Son?"

GM The Masquerade had been going for some time. It was possible to pick out some wealthy individuals. Some very wealthy individuals, but of course with the immense resources the invitees had - and indeed the host possessed, all the costumes and masks were quite exquisite. In a castle full of this many ego's, everyone was enjoying guessing who was who, and such ego's could not resist slowly dropping hints and eventually their full identity. It was a delightful game, a game dating back centuries, that had slumbered in the modern era, but was being enjoyed by everyone. The rich, the famous, and the powerful - they could, a the snap of their fingers, indulge in whatever entertainment they wished. And now, they were playing a game of hide and seek, of peek a boo, of flirtation, once more. This was new. It was entertaining. "Mmmmmm....height, build, delightful emerald eyes if I may say so, and a certain posture..." The man was tall, dressed, of all thinks, like a jester, in bronze and gold with a beautiful dullness and colour rather than glitter. It was style - very expensive style, but not dazzle. His face was a golden mask, one half sad, one half happy. Lopsided, on his head, was a crown of base metals. Whilst his Jesters outfit was not close fitting, the man was tall, considerably over six foot, and had a perfect physique - one could only guess at just how olympian his figure, but it was plain that at the worst, he kept himself in the very best of shape. Like his costume, his form indicated power without showing it off. "I can only imagine you are Ms. Martel. No need to say yay, or nay" he smiled behind his mask, slightly bowing. "I understand the good Doktor Archeville was coming too, but I confess his disguise is too good for me...." The full Orchestra struck up a new waltz, with perfect timbre and timing.

GM The Hiatian gave her a toothy smile, with perfect pearly white teeth. "You and me both, lil' mis deady!" he grinned "I don't know his name, and I guessin' he be to full of de smarts to give it to somebody like me". He grew serious for a moment. This was a man full of confidence, who had clearly faced down some powerful forces in his time. "I a strong man, missy, and I a smart man. I not Baron Samedi, but I not a parlour trick man makin up lies and usin' de smoke and de mirrors. Dis you know..." he said, referring to their previous encounter. "You can call me Mr. White..." he said with a bow. "But I tell you dis' I know de ways. I know how to move de spirits and dance de dreams. And I look into many eyes, many souls, and I look back at them, and say - you not scare me! I have de wits over you!" He gazed at Revenant long and hard. "I tell you this Little Miss Deady. The Master, I no play him for a fool. I no mess with him. All I do is give him what he wan' and hope he don' mess with me!" "And as for you guessin what he be wantin' de Master, he be like de Onion. You peel one layer away, there is only another underneath. He be interesting in de life, but I don' be thinkin' he wanna be just a normal life. 'Im, 'e never be jes' normal..."

GM As Ironclad returned, carrying a fully loaded Ambulance, another PING! hit the airwaves. It was more subtle this time, less in intensity, greater in complexity. Both Jill and Ace shook again as the frequency emitted, and arc's sparked across Joe's chair. "What the hell is happening? What the hell?" mumbled Stephan "I'm not dying today, sorry dudes!" he said, shrugging with genuine apology, his face shining with fear, before tuning heel and sprinting off with a surprising turn of pace. "Quick get them on to the Ambulance? What happened?" said the head paramedic, a man called Silverfield if his name tag had anything to with the matter. "Looks like a seizure! get the midazolam, i'll set up an I.V...Ironclad, we need transport to Hospital, can you lift us?"

Dok - 3 HP - Unharmed Thats good for me. Dok, feel free to post (Sorus too) based on your rolls on background / gather info / knowledge, I will start dropping in some GM posts imminently!

What, you have penetrates concealment on hearing? (Its available at 4 PP!) Whilst I would love to say Yes to this, as you can probably guess, what is occuring is beneath the church. Even with magnificent heraing there is simply to much ground and church in the way to pick up anything.

GM Meanwhile...Out at Sea.... "Fire a warning shot!" commanded Admiral Chambers as he strode off to meet Wave-Eye. The cannons boomed, and an explosion bloomed next to Harrier, enough to shake him off course a few millimetres, but not ruffle him. A direct hit might be another matter, however... "Warning...this is a Military operation...Unidentified object...if you do not identify yourself...you will be treated as a potential hostile and be subject to full range of response options...." came the message. However, Harrier Picked up Another Message, right in his ear, like a voice speaking to him. A woman's voice, as far as he could tell. "Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? I'm in the Centur *kverp kverp* You have to stop them, I don't know how long this will *kverp* and they may find it *kve-kverp kve-kverp kve-kverp* its dangerous! you have to *kve-kve-kverp* and now they have some fish creature *kverp* I checked him *kverp kverp* and he is *kverp* be careful! I know you may not tru *kverrp kverp* but dont *kverp kevrp* anyone! find out for your *kverp...zzzzzt*"

GM... ...On the deck of the Centurion... "Halt who goes there!" The soldier, a young, brave man and his slightly older darker skinned buddy, both levelled their guns at Wave-Eye as he clambered aboard. The men where not decked out as elite soldiers, but they seemed a little crisper than the normal soldier. Well drilled, keen, and alert. "Hold it, we were briefed about this one....Wave-Eye isn't it?" he asked, without lowering his weapon. "We better radio this in. Admiral will want to know about this..." He spoke into his comm unit relaying the message. "Roger Roger...Admiral En Route to Speak to Subject...Proceed to Deck 2 Urgently...We have Incoming...." crackled his radio in response. The older soldier turned to Wave Eye. "Well, you heard the man!" he said, indicating the way with his rifle "The boss want's a word. And it looks like we got some action. Hope you are ready for a war, Wave-Eye!"