Supercape

GM Frederick grabbed the card and scrabbled away as fast as his legs could carry him. He was clearly not very fit, but adrenaline gave him wings. The statues were slow, but precise and strong. The bolos wrapped around one leg, before being torn off by the sword wielding statue. Whilst the red mist still poured from their mouths, like a panting dog on a cold day, no more words were heard. The eyes, such as they had, seemed fixed on the amulet that the King of Suits held. And their stone weapons seemed fixed on skewering the King of Suits... but strong and powerful as they were, they were also slow, and no match for the costumed hero's speed.

And on your action the bolos do indeed hit. 1d20+0=14 and just made! The two statues will thrust again, although this time you are not flat footed! 1d20+4=5, 1d20+4=22 Both miss (effectively at this point they need criticals to hit, but I think they may start using accurate attacks!)

For reference Round 3 23 King of Suits 3 Hero Points Bruised x2 12 Sword Statue Unharmed 12 Spear Statue Unharmed

Mainly for plot purposes the fur coat. I'll say it's a stunt from Renes magic array, burning an HP to do so, and it acts like a create object continuous precise effect, not starting it up as its only for plot purposes and confers no real mechanics.

"a new costume too?" replied Rene "I haven't tried that before, but fashion is just ze poor cousin of art, and that is something I can claim proficiency at! Even if I do say so myself!" Rene whipped out his brush and started weaving his magic via the ink and the picture. It was hard to say exactly what happened... As her form appeared on the picture it faded from view in Freedom city. It has the flavour of a dream. One minute she was standing next to Rene, the waft of French cooking permeating the air. The next, a tang of cold clean air, the crunch of snow beneath her feet, and she was in Alaska. Wearing, as promised, a new set of clothes. A Fur lined coat and hat!

Quick clarification... House rules now say its dazed not stunned, so do you still want to burn that HP? I presume you are using taunt to demoralise the goons? Rather than actually going for intimidation... Which I think always needs the intimidate skill?

(GM) Ms. Wheatley was not an exact double, but one could certainly see the similarities. With Ms. Redpowder's expertise, and the power of suggestion under the limelight of the music hall, the effect would be complete. "Thank goodness that's over with. I thought they were going to crucify me!" she proclaimed with typical upper class aristocratic defiance. Her voice was soothing and melodic. She was, indeed, a charming lady. "Enough of you two" she dismissed the fawning of Innocente and the concern of Trowell "not another word until some tea has passed these lips" Tea was not hard to find. Even in the docks, a suitable public house could be located for the staple beverage. When suitably refreshed, the story came tumbling out. Innocente had become infatuated with Ms. Wheatley, and was spilling the beans on the Vatican. Largely political information, nothing serious, but enough for the dreaded Vatican to take note, and kidnap Ms. Wheatley, right on English soil! The Inquisition had planned to use her as leverage back on Innocente, to consolidate there own power...as well as stopping any further leaks to the British Empire. Innocente was a powerful, influential man, and having a bishop at the Vaticans beck and call was most attractive to the organisation.

GM The threat, as far as the faerie queen, and her redcap minions, was over. She barely had a seconds thought about the raccoon. She had her baby, her bitter enemy in iron, and a nice wand as an added bonus. Her delight was only marred by her inability to get the damn thing to work. She reassured herself that a woman of her great ability and beauty was sure to crack it sooner or later. And perhaps the diet of stale bread and water she was feeding her prisoner might loosen her tounge. If she did consider Haley, if only for a second, she would never have thought the creature would dare sneak back down to the depths under the hill. Yet, that was exactly what the little furball did, silently, and by the shadows. The redcaps missed her completely. Down the cold stone steps to the dungeon she went, where she saw Siobahn behind an Iron door, and the large, fat Redcap prisoner tucking into a mound of strange coloured fruit and mumbling some ghastly out of tune song under his breath. A large wooden mug of ale (probably holding three or four pints or heavy duty beverage) sat on his table, half drunk - like the drinker. The Iron keys dangled from his belt against his leathers that were thick and complete.

GM There was a polite round of applause when Subito resurfaced, alongside the ever-clicking camera of Jack Jackson. "Lunatic boy jumps in water to get stranger's watch!" he mumbled to himself, perfectly audible to Subito's amazing hearing. "You never know, might get it into the crazy pages..." Diego Cruz took the watch rather flabbergasted. "What was that, man? you off your head? I thought you might actually, you know, want to help me fight these devils!" he spluttered, just managing to keep his voice down a bit. The ship hands on Diamond's yacht were looking at the outboard engines and shaking there heads. "What happened there, everything seems to be ok, but we weren't moving?" they were asking themselves, quite confused. They fired up the engines again, and indeed they worked perfectly. "We got to stop them..." whispered Cruz between gritted teeth "or follow them...find out once and for all what's happening..."

Fine by me, if you want it so!

THat sounds fine to me!

GM Vic Millbrick turned the gun over in his hands. "I don't rightly know, ma'am. I gotta apprec'iate the craftmanship, though. This is well made, better than Mr. Smith, or Mr. Wesson, if I don't rightly miss my mark. Custom made, although I ain't no bettin' man, of course, your reverend'ness" he added, tipping his hat briefly to RIvers without much conviction. "Now looking here, my best bet was it that some of the parts may have been made at Silverstone's all purpose factory, that's a good hours ride, straight north of here, slap bang on the main highway, can't miss it. All kind of stuff done there, and I guess we don't know the half of it." After a few more questions, the history of Silverstone's all purpose factory became apparent. It was set up in the last century, when slavery was abolished but there was plenty of resentment, prejudice and ill feeling lingering. It had started out as a safe haven for the African-texan community, to produce and sell to their "own folk". In that time, it was a well supported and noble venture that provided employment to the African-Texan community when few would employ them. As time passed, and racism died out (not completely, but significantly), the relevance of the factory slid, as did its morals. It was still almost exclusively ran by the African/Carribean ethnicities, but it was a few short steps from being a gang, a mob, and / or a militant organisation these days. Opinion of it had declined over the decades, and no doubt its founding fathers would be spinning in their graves. Word was, it produced pretty much whatever was needed if you could provide the cash.

Artificer feat would have required you to make the rune first, sorry...would you mind reconsidering?

"What happened here?" queried Supercape, as much to Fleur and Nick as to the mysterious intelligence (if it was such a thing) that they spoke to. "This exo-threat...four million years ago, did you say?" his mind plucked through some astrophysics lectures many years ago. He was more interested in the micro-physics of quantum mechanics, but he kept amply abreast of the wider fields of physics. Everything was connected, after all, and given his galactic-hopping abilities, astronomy had become more of a practical concern for him. The theory was, of course, some major collision occurred, between the embryonic earth and some other body, a collision which would have ultimately formed the moon. Was this other body the exo-threat? There was a possible way to check this out... "And when did it happen?" he asked "I mean precisely when did it happen? and I don't mean four million years ago. Given your precision, how long ago, to the second?"

GM Not one, but two of the townsfolk did indeed scuttle forward. "Revr'd Rivers, at yer service, praise the Lord!" said the man of the cloth. He was an exceptionally tall, thin man, dressed in the customary black of a priest, with a crucifix around his neck. And a rifle in his hands...noted Starlight. "You surely are sent by the almighty, savin' us from those satan-lovin' thugs, God save their poor souls!" he wailed. The man was two paces away from being a televangelist, although he seemed genuine enough. "The almighty surely works in mysterious ways, so he surely does!" he commented, looking at the trio of unusual heroes "sendin' mighty unusual help, too, it seems, begging your pardon ma'am!" He was accompanied by an equally tall, but exceptionally broad man, who looked like he was made of the iron he no doubt forged. He had a slight limp, and a few nasty scars from burning, and wore a leather apron. He too, was armed, carrying a shotgun. "Vic Millbrick" he said gruffly, by way of introduction, holding out a calloused hand. "Looks like nuthin' I ever seen. I do guns just as much as I do shoe horses. Even do some of then horseless chariots. But I ain't ever seen a gun that looks like this before!" he commented, in a slow but thoughtful voice.

GM "The fool is of no consequence" came the wispy but dreadful voice from both statues, accompanied by the same red mist of breath from each mouth. "If you won't use the door, then we shall find another who will. Already my will can reach into this world, and soon the crack will becoming a yawning crevasse!" As if to punctuate this remark, Marceau again saw the fleeting spectral image of a bull, in the corner of his vision, all shadows and flame. The two statues closed, and with slow but steady limbs, the stone spear and sword swept towards Marceau as he strained to lower Fred and finally deposit him at the bottom of the Arc.

Synth knelt down on her haunches to look (and smell) Ms. Hawthorne. She did look better. A lot better. Starlight had clearly woven some impressive power on her. "Ms. Hawthorne, is it? how are you? can you remember what happened? who attacked you?" she said, in a slow, quiet, but somewhat insistent voice. "You are safe now, stay calm. We just want to find out what happened, and try to stop whoever did this from doing it again..." she added, as kindly as she could.

GM The black clad fireman seemed to panic as the seemingly invulnerable Revenant pushed towards him through the fire. His flamethrower spewed left and right, up and down as he backed away. "No! No! Stay away! Stay away!" he squealed, as Revenant strode through the fire and caught him in her iron grip, lifting him clean off the floor. The stream of fire circled around, his finger still on the trigger, as she hauled him up and around, ready to deposit him outside. The building was fully ablaze in many areas now, although it was not a full blown inferno. "Get her!" yelled one of the mooks, as they continued firing at Revenant, bullets churning into her flesh. Even so, they were backing off, aware that it would not be long before the whole building was alight.

So just to clarify: where are you teleporting? [Couldnt find reference to this on your sheet - do you have link?]

Ok so for this round lets just say he is grappled and you have moved to window! post away IC. Hero point for being caring to your foe! 16 - Revenant - Injured - 3 HP Flame Guy will try to break out of grapple: 1d20+3=19 make a grapple roll to see if he succeeds. The other dudes will fire on you again:1d20+2=14, 1d20+2=8, 1d20+2=14, 1d20+2=9, 1d20+2=19 As you are flat footed, thats another 3 slugs! DC 18 roll x3 (at -1 penalty for being injured!)

OK! So, a grapple attack always requires a "hit" roll first, then you compared grapple rolls to see who wins. So do that first to see if you even get to spend that HP! A grapple is a standard action. Leaving you with a move action - to get to the window. A drop is a free action, although in this case one might argue it takes a bit longer to safely drop him. I'll leave that to you - a casual drop (its 1 story up, so lets say DC 20 toughness save) is free, is you actually want to heft him into a garbage pile or the roof of a vehicle (whatever you fancy narrating) I would say you need to do that on the next round, but gain an HP for being so generous in doing so!

GM "Bravo" said Mr. Trowell, clapping his hands and stepping over two unconscious men "I could put make you a star! that was incredible!" "And what about my dear Ms. Wheatley?" asked the fretful Innocente "is she here? Ms. Wheatley! Ms. Wheatley!" he called out. "I'm here!" came a muffled shout. A banging appeared from a stout wooden panel at the end of the room "get me out! get me out!" came the yell - a woman's voice, and by the looks of Innocente and Trowell, one that they both recognised. "Ms. Wheatley!" they said in unison, rushing over to the panel and trying to find some catch or knob that would slide open the secret door.

Synth Synth squatted down to examine the man, and then hefted him up without any apparent effort. He looked a bit battered, but nothing seriously wrong with him, she concluded as she examined him. Lying, for Synth, was impossible. She just couldn't form the words in her head. "No, I'm not one of those kung-fu chicks. Perhaps I should learn..." she said, meeting his eyes. It wasn't a lie, but then again, she didn't have to tell the truth. And learning some Kung-Fu was perhaps a good idea, the scrapes she was getting into in Freedom City. "But I can handle myself, if I need to...what happened to you?" she continued, redirecting the flow of conversation "looks like they were ready to beat you to a pulp? did you know them? any idea why they were after you?"

"I anticipated that..." replied Rene with a smile. Without saying a word, he lead Revenant out of the restaurant (with a customary farewell to Monsieur Verdoux, who demanded they patronise his restaurant again as soon as possible!) and onto an alley just by the building. The smell's from the kitchen permeated the alley and were enough to make him salivate all over again. He patted down his coat and after bringing out a few crumpled photographs and other tat, found what he was looking for. A picture of Anchorage, some official tourist thing, slightly crumpled but rather well done even so. "Here we go!" he said, bringing out his paintbrush "I can paint you into ze picture! well, that is, I can paint you straight into Anchorage, now I have ze picture!" he corrected himself.

Thats all fine by me. Are you actually disabling the ships engines or just stopping it? In any case, post away!