Supercape

Next up... 3 Rounds of Vaccuum! We are 4 mins away from Repairs! From Rules. On Thirds round of exposure, Fort Save (DC 20) each round, or suffer from Aeroembolism "The Bends", A failed Save is Stunned, Failure by 5 or more is unconscious. Holding Breath is needed to avoid suffocation although this causes damage to lungs. DC 15 Constutution Check each round (+1 each round), on a successful check, take 1 point of Constitution Damage (From presure on linings on lungs), if Check fails, or when you stop holding your breath, begin to suffocate the next round - the next round you become disabled and unconsious, the following round, you are dying, on the third round, you die (not that we can get to the third round in only 3) We have a round or two to act before vacuum is in place, and there is certainnly a Stunt Supercape will be doing!

"Hold on" said Supercape, a note of anxiety in his voice... "I think something's happening... remind me again what happened after the flush sequence?" Holographic Flush Sequence Completed. Commence Vacuum Decontamination Intoned the calm, pleasant computer voice. From all around the room, tiny nozzles appeared, and a quiet but effective hissing noise could be heard. "Oh dear" whispered Supercape. "I remember now... they suck out all the air..."

Nice work. Thanks to the music, its not too difficult to creep up undetected, but its still a DC 10 Stealth Roll. 1d20+4=11 Slick Just makes it.

Slick gave an involuntary gasp, and followed up with a "thumbs up" sign to Dragonfly. Creeping forward, it was as she had expected, the floarboards were rather loose and in bad condition. At one point, she nearly put her foot through a rotten one. Reaching the Klasnikov, she took out the clip and scattered the ammo on the floor. No need for bullets here, if it could be avoided, although from the looks of it, bullets may well be flying. The stairs didn't look in much better condition, but at least there was heavy music coming from upstairs. Slowly, she started to creep upwards, beckoning Nick and Dragonfly to follow.

I'm not sure, but he has uncanny dodge anyway, so It's academic!

Kraken was fast, but not fast enough. The hammer struck him on his body with such force that his whole body rotated a full circle from the force. For all his talk and bluster, Kraken was not all words. He was also an expert swordsman, a veteran of many a skirmish. Despite the force of the blow, he kept hold of the sextant and the cutlass, and as he rotated from the force of the blow, came round with a whip of his Cutlass at Push. Hurt but not down, he leapt to the rigging of the bridge and, with his tentacles wrapped round the ropes, hung there, several feet above the floor. "Treachery! you mangy dogs! I'll have ye guts for garters! Have at 'em, men!" he shouted.

yep! and unless its a tough or fort save, a stoned out half asleep thug will be failing a reflex or will save without rolling for it: take it away.

"None I'm afraid, and whilst I am well travelled, I haven't spent much time in India or that region. Of course Dr. Singh may not be from that part of the world, I speculate. " There was that summer in Calcutta, 1903 he recalled. Excellent food, excellent hospitality. British not so bad - for British. Heat a little unpleasant. Too much poverty. Touch of malaria. He shook his head. So difficult to remember these days. Probably had too much packed in his skull. "Anyway, I must depart now, I am in the midst of contructing a necroscope at home. Never made one before, bit fiddly, still needs some incantations and all that stuff. Should have it ready by tomorrow. " He shook Nicks hand. "Glad to have your help, Monsieur" he smiled, and walked off slowly.

Meanwhile... Rene found what he was looking for. A christmas card with an actual picture of the North Pole on. He wasn't a thief by nature, but he was in no mood to wait to pay. He threw a bill to the saleslady, noting that she wasn't paying attention anyway, glued as she was to the TV screen. Rene took out his magic brush, and held onto the postcard, drawing in his arcane energies and concentrating his mind and artistic talents. Wait... he paused. There was no reason to know for certain that was where they were headed, or even if they would get there... it seemed that he AEGIS agent, victory was hot on the tails of "Santa"... whoever that might be.

Ok, Santa will be plain to shocked to reply to that stunt! 9 Rounds from the "North Pole" Initiative Time "Santa" is a rather modified version of "Savage Man Beast" from Core Book. At least that is how he functions. No CON, and immune to Fort and Mental effects (due to being a robot). INT, WIS, and CHA all 10, but keeping saves the same. He does not have the Rage feat, to compensate has STR 26 instead (as if he was raging). In addition, the Sleigh and the presents in it will all have some rather unpleasant effects Muahaha! But anyway, Initiative... 1d20+8=13 Bad!

Slick crept forward into the house. The odour was overpowering, but she could smell several people amongst the fumes. The house itself was battered, dirty and barren. The sorry sight of needles on the floor, peppered with the cigarette buts and bottles fitted in with the ambience. The lighting was from naked bulbs, several had smashed. Half asleep on the stairs was another crony, resting on a Klashnikov. He nodded his head dimly in time with the heavy beat of dub music coming from the floor above. Slick looked at her two companions. One stoned thug was hardly a challenge, but the fact that he was so well armed didn't bode well, especially if the gangsters here started letting loose without discrimination. And she didn't really want even one shot let off as a warning. The floorboards looked creaky. She pointed at them and the thug, and silently asked for suggestions.

Rene chuckled. He liked Nick already, despite the man's rather modern attire. He had a way with words. "I like the analogy" he replied "not that I am fond of either the Virgin Mary myth or the Flamethrower reality" he added "but the analogy is quite poetic. And, Monsieur, I like you". He stuffed the picture back into his pocket. "I intend to go to the talk tomorrow, my nose tells me that something no good will come of this, and I would appreciate your help. This is, to be honest, more your field than mine, and I am wise enough to know I am not wise enough. " "Are you able to help me in this duty, young man?"

I would say that if you can only snare/grapple one thing at a time, it would probably be best as an additional limb. Snare would mean you could snare somebody, leave them entangled, move away, and snare the next person. I'm sure you could by limitations around this, but it seems a messy way of doing it.

Supercape examined the map. He wasn't a geologist, by any means, but he could see they would be going deep. Very deep. It would certainly stress the quantum structure of his costume beyond the parameters he had previously tested. It should hold up, he thought, if he had made his calculations correctly. Fortunately, he didn't often make such errors. At least Fusion had some experience down in the depths. In fact, she looked more comfortable down here than on land in some ways. Quite at home. He didn't know the heroine well, of course, but the way she floated around on those tentacles indicated she was made for underwater life. Unlike himself. One question needed asking however. "By true Sunlight, what do you mean?" he asked politely "ultraviolet radiation? light? or is it some, um... mystical"...he was uncomfortable with the word "quality?" He could quite easily nudge a few atoms around to stimulate the release of the former. The latter was well beyond him.

As he wasn't stunned, no Knockback! However, depending on how you describe post of the attack, we shall see about the rigging because it is cool - it won't offer any mechanical disadvantage or damage however.

GM Natalie smiled and sat down, patting the sofa beside her as an invitation to Victory. "Well, anything and everything" she replied, crossing her legs. She oozed charm. She oozed sex appeal. Half the men at the party would have loved to be in Victories shoes at that moment - if Victory wore shoes. "You are a fascinating man. You can start with your name, if you would care to share it. And perhaps the story of how you came to be victory? I studied engineering at university in Berlin. I can't say I'm an expert in these things, but it won't go completely over my head, I can assure you!"

I'm not going to be too difficult about this! Santa's Sleigh has Flight 10, 10,000 MPH. He is moving all out to accelerate the speed. It will reach the North Pole in 10 rounds.

Rene rushed outside, curing the fact his joints were no longer as supple as they used to be. Not bad for two hundred years old, though, he conceded. He was not far from the scene of the commotion, and managed to catch a view of Santa and his Sleigh streaking across the city, northwards by his estimation. The speed was incredible, and accelerating all the time. If he was using his aged eyes, he would probably have missed it, but the view was important, and he could see it using his mind's eye, the vision imprinting itself directly to his brain in a mystic psychic fashion, as one would see an impressionistic painting of the scene. What was more extraordinary was the sight of a streak of metal and rocket that veered after Santa, at equally incredible velocities. Rene ran towards a gift shop, and started to rummage through the postcards, looking for one of the north pole. Wish I had wrapped up warmer. I'm too old for this...

Will save, DC 15 or you will look! and we don't want peeking! 1d20+8=28 Critical!

"Well, monsieur Arcturus, Mademosielle Marie, I think we should try not to look at the nasty big speedere and try to be brave. " He turned Mary to look at him. "You can be very very brave, Marie, even when you are scared. Remember that. " It was true too, he had been part of a bloody war or two, and he had seen both fear and courage in the same man. "Now then. Let us try and find ze Bogeyman shall we, and give eem back his medallion..." Rene started drawing a circle in the mud, it was surprisingly intricate despite the crude materials, and it started forming into a large, lidless eye... The pitter patter of eight spindly legs could be heard all around them.

GM "Charmed too" replied Natalie, smiling at Victory. "It was an amazing display. You must have excellent visuo-spatial abilities, and these..." she stroked some of the gleaming metals "...must allow the finest of control. But I shouldn't take away from your performance, of course. A good workman should not blame his tools!" She handed him a martini. "Drink?" she asked "unless you don't? or can't? I am afraid I don't really know much about how you function, or your story at all. But I would love to know. "

Slick creeped up to the door, and opened the letterbox a fraction. It creaked alarmingly, but there was no sound from inside. Without moving, she waited for a few seconds, before whispering to her comrades "one person in there, about 10 or so feet away. Male probably. Place stinks of cigarettes, booze and other drugs. Hasn't been cleaned much either. There may be more above or below, but that's all I can make out near the door. " She hadn't actually visibly sniffed, but clearly she didn't need to. Her whole body was a living olfactory sensor.

Notice Check for Slick 1d20+5=16

For Reference: 20 - Push - 5 HP - Unharmed 14 - Kraken - Bruised 8 - Piratehouse - 3 HP - Unharmed 7 - Kid Pirate - 3 HP - Unharmed 7 - Scurvy Dogs Kraken is up next, and will be swiping with his Energy Cutlass, so he will, to be sure! attacking at -4 for +4 defence until next round. 1d20+9=26 is a hit, I should imagine. DC 23 Toughness save from Energy Cutlass! and its penetrating damage, so that Impervious don't count! :evil: Quinn, could post IC your hammer attack, I will then post Kraken's return cutlass.

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