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Dr. Galen Von Zieglas HP: 18/18 | Armor: 0 | 5/10 XP "Hmph!" Galen grunts as he attempts to tumble away from the female. DD(DEX): 2d6+1 7 "Looks like I've made a friend, Mr. Gurgle!"
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Dr. Galen, you roll out of the way, but the female wasn't interested in you, it seems - she scrambles up onto the corpse pile and starts burrowing down into it, her egg-sac wobbling back and forth beneath her! What do you do?
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Dr. Galen Von Zieglas HP: 18/18 | Armor: 0 | 5/10 XP "Correction Mr. Gurgle, looks like it may be attempting an emergency nesting. You have anything corrosive, explosive or generally destructive among your concoctions?" Galen looks at the creature burrowing into the corpse mound and attempts to locate something of use to dispatch of the foul mutant insect. DR(Wis): 2d6+2 8 What here is useful or valuable to me?
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Cyrus 17/17 HP, 1 Armor, 7/10 XP Cyrus's first instinct is to bolt for the stairs, but then he hears some kind of...breathing coming from the turret. Cursing his inquisitive nature, Cyrus stays behind to find out more about the turret. Besides, he reasons, where there's one turret, there might be more in other places around the city. Maybe he can figure out some kind of weakness from this one. Cyrus carefully peeks around the corner of the debris pile, trying to glean any information that he can about the turret. Hard to Catch: 2d6+2 5 Shoulda gone for the stairs... XP 7->8.
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Ramona de Sahagún 26/26 HP, 3 Armor, 9/14 Load, 9 XP "Youbastard... stole... myjuice..." Ramona mouths almost wordlessly, head slumped forward then jerking away from the mustached man's lips. "gently caress...you," she tries to hiss. Then her vision snaps back to the scene she recognizes from before her dream or hallucination, or whatever the source of those disturbing images were. With trembling hands she takes a flask of brandy out of a pocket, unscrews the cap with her teeth and drinks until the trembling stops. She sees herself in the reflective container, wipes away her tears and puts on her game face. She never learned much about firefighting in hi rise buildings diving into the ocean for a living, but as a metal shop worker it was definitely a thing she picked up. Any decently engineered flame resistant building like this wasn't likely to just go up in flames, the danger would be unventilated ovenlike rooms filling with flammable gasses that would reach temperatures high enough to cause the structure to fail, until such failure would cause ventilation, which would introduce oxygen and cause an explosive backdraft. Preventing that meant ventilating the areas and trying to cover up flammable objects like furniture and such while limiting their exposure. Lumping them all in the centers of rooms nearby the burning rooms and covering them with tarps, then preventilating those rooms by busting out the windows would give the fire a shot at burning itself out without compromising the whole building. She gets to it, busting door locks with her captive bolt pistol and preparing them as best she can. Not 100% sure that's how fires work but w/e. bblg: 2d6+2 8 It doesn’t take a very long time; Nothing of value is damaged slydingdoor fucked around with this message at 04:19 on Sep 9, 2014 |
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Close enough for fantasy gaming. I think that triggers BBLG too!
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Gurgle HP 14/18 | Armor 1 | XP 11/9 Load Gurgle groans and stirs, levering himself to his feet. He pats himself down frantically until he's satisfied the axtail-lichen canister is still safely on his person. Thank goodness. "Health and safety" have never exactly been watchwords in the Guild, but, well, times change. Especially after what happened up in the forested country east from Crystal Bay, where the foothills start rising out of the plains, and the rivers run clean. Or at least they used to. Everything had been so promising. Master Isha's formulae were flawless. It was like something out of myth, or dream, what his elixir did to their test crops. Unimaginable bounty. Unbelievable fertility, and that's not even counting what it did to the bulls and cocks they fed it to. It turned heads all over the world. There were even rumors old Warwick himself was funding the project, under the table - but of course, you could never prove something like that, not when the Guild's idea of good bookkeeping is a few scribbles on the price of dragon liver in the margins of your notes. Isha's work promised to put an end to hunger, everywhere. But when his assistants took his elixir out of the labs and tried it on the real world...something went horribly, horribly wrong. The land died for miles around, all shriveled and gray like the ash left over when paper burns; and what didn't die...well. Best not to talk about that. The search party the Guild sent out never did find the test crops. Or the livestock. They call it the Wormwood now. As for Isha, he was expelled from the Guild in disgrace, utterly penniless, and threw himself on the mercy of Aqualantis. Nobody's seen him since. *** Spout Lore = 10! Gurgle takes one look at the nesting female and spies what could be an opportunity to snatch Science from the jaws of ignorance. Some of those brood sacs look mature enough that the pupae within might survive separation from their broodmother, if removed with a minimum of trauma. And failing that, her cockroach roe might gestate well in a controlled environment. But first, they'll have to deal with the male. Can't be doing fieldwork with an angry roach looming after you, after all. "Explosive, Herr Doctor? Ha! I thought you'd never ask!" Gunpowder - every alchemist's best friend. Gurgle leaps up and legs it behind a pile of rubble, frantically dumping his entire stock of gunpowder into a miraculously-unbroken ceramic urn nearby. He stops it up with a gob of mucus and shoves a fuse through before it can harden, then heaves it into his arms and waddles back out to the doctor. "One explosive. Urp." extremely fast Alchemistry = 7 • Choices: Add the unstable tag to the finished product. • You draw unwanted attention or put somebody in a spot. quote:a giant bomb (flaming, explosive, unstable) Alumnus Post fucked around with this message at 16:13 on Sep 9, 2014 |
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Ramona, you make quick work of the debris in the hall, as well as the windows and doors on this floor of the building. Your strategy of clearing the walls and ventilating the rooms will work to stop the spread of the fire. It could still bring the building down eventually, but barring some sort of explosion, you'll buy yourselves some time. But when you bust through the last door in the hallway, you hear a click, and thick straps shoot out from an apparatus built into the doorframe! It must be some chump's low-rent security system. The straps start to wind around your wrists and ankles - if you let them get a good grip, you're going to be stuck fast! What do you do? quote:Bishop, your cursory scan reveals the following details: this ruined building doesn't contain much that looks to be much help in fire supression. You detect some pipes in the ceiling that have a 77% chance of carrying helpful fluids, and a likelihood of moderately valuable items in the mohawk man's satchel. The machine your sensors detected earlier is a couple of floors up, but you don't calculate a good chance of you reaching it and returning in time. Aside from that, the tool with the chance of making the most difference is... you! Cyrus, you poke your head out from behind the rubble pile, trying to get a good read on the turret, but it seems like it's getting a better read on you - you can't look for more than a few seconds before the laser starts heating up again. It's not enough time to learn much about it that you didn't pick up at first glance - made of bronze, focal nozzle apparatus on top, weird breathing sound. And you don't have much time to puzzle through those meager details before you hear sounds from above - footsteps, and voices. Suddenly, the smarmy, now-dusty-and-bloodied face of the chief slickster appears in the Heart-shaped hole in the ceiling. "There he is!" "Who?" "The fish guy!" "Let's get him!" "YEAH!!" What do you do?? Gurgle, oh yeah, it's hard to find fresh organic ingredients like those! Between the good doctor's expertise and your own, you shouldn't have any trouble extracting cockroach roe properly. Gestation is another issue entirely, and you'll have to survive this encounter first! You pack gunpowder into a ceramic pot you find, and seal it with your snot. A good bomb, yup - it'll blow up just fine. But when you return to Dr. Galen to show off your hard work, the part starts to feel warm... You realize what went wrong immediately - your volfom-infused beer-infused snot must be reacting with the gunpowder in unforeseen ways! And it's getting warmer by the second - soon it'll be too hot to hold, and then-- KABOOM! But not just yet. What do you do? Dr. Galen, looking around the corpse pile area doesn't turn up much - those burly pall-bearers must've looted their charges on their way here, because all that's left are a few dirty coins and a dull knife. Now the female is halfway deep in corpses - she's stopped digging, and now she's doing some weird repetitive motion that you can't fully see. The male is still tottering around - you really hosed up his whole world - but he's flailing his limbs, and if he comes back in your direction he could accidentally hurt someone. Your associate Gurgle soon returns bearing an improvised explosive device. Well! Not the kind of precision instruments you're used to working with, but it'd definitely be useful in laying waste to these bugs. Although, blowing up that corpse pile could exacerbate the outbreak happening here. What do you do? If either of you do anything with the bomb that isn't being very very very careful with it, Defy Danger.
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Ramona de Sahagún 26/26 HP, 3 Armor, 9/14 Load, 9 XP The mere idea of restraints put the former slave in a bad mood, but so soon after her nightmare? Forget about it. She flexes to draw her knife then draws the sharpened inside hook of the finger guard across the thin edges of straps to try to slice through them and whatever wires were likely inside to allow them to articulate like that. Back then, the only sharp edged tool she could get her hands on was the theoretically hard to weaponize band cutter, which she asked for to help cut fishing line instead of her teeth. Then, when she made her escape with Savior, the giant pearl, she'd gruesomely fish-hooked one of Benedict's rival's goons with it. That had made an impression. She also remembers a time when she had a partner in crime who was good at avoiding and dealing with traps instead of a robot that liked to start fires. Where the hell was that bastard, anyway? str: 2d6+2 9 If that's a BBLG again I'll go with the same options as before. It doesn’t take a very long time; Nothing of value is damaged.
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Dr. Galen Von Zieglas HP: 18/18 | Armor: 0 | 5/10 XP Galen pauses briefly to contemplate the ramifications of exploding the corpse pile, all the while pondering his own explosive demise if he was not careful. 'Perhaps we can lure the creature from the mound by using the male... Maybe a secretion of some sort, a glandular exposure to attract the female, a signal of duress perhaps?' Spout Lore(INT): 2d6+2 12 'The creature should have glands located in the hair pencils on the antennae that should secrete sex-pheremone. Hopefully, I can irritate them enough to lure the female from the mound!' Galen tries to wait for the most opportune time to lunge on the shambling males back and seize up his antennae so that he can forcefully excrete pheremones by whipping the antennae against the corpse mound. Going to try and saddle big boy so I can lure the female away from the mound, so we can blow them up without making it rain down nasty diseased corpses. DD(INT): 2d6+2 7
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Ramona, you're fast enough to cut the straps going for your wrists before they tighten, but you couldn't reach the ones by your feet in time - they take hold and retract into the metal-lined doorframe. You're in a bit of an awkward position now, and there's not a lot of room to get your knife in there without cutting close to your ankle. Suddenly you hear the sound of a loud motor starting up inside the room - some tattered books and pieces of household debris fall to the floor, vibrations spreading throughout the room. All you see from where you are is a big piece of sheet metal leaning against something you might have assumed was an armoire. You hear a voice coming through a lovely speaker - "Intruder! Get outta here! Intruder!" What do you do? Dr. Galen, YEEEEEE HAW! You time your jump right and land in position for your plan, but as soon you're on, Big Boy starts jumping around trying to buck you off! He's skittering at top speed, veering around the open space between the corpse pile and the nearby pond, without much sense of direction. If you don't hold on, you're gonna go flying, or worse! What do you do?
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Ramona de Sahagún 26/26 HP, 3 Armor, 9/14 Load, 10 XP The strap cutter on the finger guard of her knife is convenient, but the big blade is in the way right now. Instead of removing it, which would take too much time, Ramona twists her body ninety degrees and flexes, attempting to get more clearance by stretching or unwinding the straps. It doesn't go according to plan, so she mutters curses and draws her bolt pistol, ready to fire a free bolt at anyone or anything that comes around while she's busy disassembling the knife. This is why you don't ever fully replace a tool in your kit with a multitool, she thinks, not wanting to respond to the voice. drat thing probably only talked to check if it caught anyone. If the operator wanted to know for sure, they were going to have to come and check, and this bullshit was going to be the last thing they ever saw. con or dex: 2d6+2 4
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Something Else posted:Cyrus, you poke your head out from behind the rubble pile, trying to get a good read on the turret, but it seems like it's getting a better read on you - you can't look for more than a few seconds before the laser starts heating up again. It's not enough time to learn much about it that you didn't pick up at first glance - made of bronze, focal nozzle apparatus on top, weird breathing sound. And you don't have much time to puzzle through those meager details before you hear sounds from above - footsteps, and voices. Suddenly, the smarmy, now-dusty-and-bloodied face of the chief slickster appears in the Heart-shaped hole in the ceiling. 17/17 HP, 1 Armor, 7/10 XP Man, things keep getting worse and worse for Cyrus. The deadly turret, and now those greasers somehow managed to get into the building and track him down. Actually, he thinks, he might be able to turn this situation to his advantage. The slicksters don't know about the turret, and the turret will probably switch targets if 4 new people show up. Cyrus contorts his body and wedges himself further into the pile of rubble, making it appear to the slicksters that he's stuck there, rather than taking cover. Then he calls out to them. "Oh, it's you guys! Thank the gods! I-I'm stuck down here! I'm sorry about everything earlier, I really need help! If you come down here and help me out, you can have the artifact!" My original intent was to do this with a DD Charisma, getting a +1 boost from the contortion, although I wasn't sure if that would count. But, then I realized that I was pretty much explicitly triggering Parley so I went with this: Parley (they come help me out, leverage: artifact): 2d6-1 10 What a fuckin' roll. FYI I don't intend to actually give them the Heart. Just slip out from the rubble and run to the elevator when the turret switches targets to them.
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Ramona, as soon as you start your maneuver, the thing inside the room lurches forward on tank treads. You try to get your strap cutter in between your ankle and the doorjamb, but it's harder than it looks - even you're not that flexible, despite the wicked tales told by foolish & lucky men at port. Finally you cut the left strap, just as the ramshackle tank starts picking up speed, spewing black smoke into the room. You twist around and hook the strap relatively easily, but the blade isn't cutting - it must've been dulled by the others. You saw frantically, and finally the strap gives way. You're left with no time to react before the corrugated sheet metal armor slams into you. It carries you out the apartment door, down the hallway, and straight towards Bishop! Your strap cutter is dull now - it wont be much use unless you spend 1 Adventuring Gear to replace it. And this metal box is fixing to make a robot sandwich - and you're the pastrami! What do you do? Bishop, the fire before you has died down a bit, and is no longer in need of urgent attention. However, there is what appears to be a coal-fired armored cart with Ramona on the front barreling towards you down the hall! What do you do? Cyrus, the slicksters come charging down the steps, but at your honeyed words, they stop just outside the room. You can see them peering around the corner, checking out your 'predicament'."It's gotta be a trick, right? I mean, you all saw the way this guy was jumpin' around--" You recognize the voice of their leader butting in. It has a certain desperate quality to it. "Oi! Look at 'im - he's trapped! Once we've got 'im out, you three can hold 'im while I get the orb. Now come on!" He strides ahead into the room, puffing his chest out and wearing a smug grin on his face. "Looks like you're the one who's got sand in his--" The slickster boss doesn't get to finish that thought, because the turret that had been warming up ever since he entered the room discharges its blast, vaporizing the man's blood and incinerating his body in an instant. The other three, who had wisely hung back, take one look at the slickster's stylish, ash-filled shoes, and bolt down the stairs. They didn't even look back to see if you're really stuck! What do you do?
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Dr. Galen Von Zieglas HP: 18/18 | Armor: 0 | 5/10 XP Galen tightens his grip around the beast and tries to navigate it to the corpse mound. DD(STR): 2d6 7 "I hope this isn't a huge mistake! A hand Mr. Gurgle?" Galen asks as he struggles to control the mutant insect. Hack & Slash: 2d6+2 9 1d10 10 Used the d10 from the spout lore triggering living anatomy Galen pushes a scalpel into the exposed flesh on top of the bugs head hoping for the best.
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Ramona de Sahagún 26/26 HP, 3 Armor, 9/14 Load, 10 XP The rumors weren't true--no idiot sailor could possibly know anything true about that--but the diver could at least touch her loving toes before getting drawn and quartered. Too bad Murgo hadn't tripped the trap and gotten his wrists and ankles broken, then flattened into a greasy tortilla. No time to daydream about the gruesome deaths of one's enemies though, there was the issue of not becoming a Ramona sandwich to deal with. She scoots down the corrugated metal sheet on wheels that's carrying her down the hallway, turns her shoulder into it and then slams both of her still chalked feet to the floor in an attempt to put the brakes on the machine. "Bishop! Turn it off or I'm shooting the treads." DD con (plant): 2d6+2 10
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Gurgle 1 Ingredient | 3 Potions HP 14/18 | Armor 1 | XP 11/9 Load Gurgle fidgets uncomfortably at the heat baking off his newest dish, and shifts it gingerly from hand to hand. He looks about in growing consternation while the female finishes her, um, activities with the remains of some unfortunate slum-dwellers. What a cruel dilemma: blow up a perfectly good source of Science, or waste a whole lot of gunpowder when this thing goes off somewhere unfortunate? There must be some way to get the best of both worlds... Discern Realities = 8 What here is useful or valuable to me?
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Cyrus 17/17 HP, 1 Armor, 7/10 XP Cyrus practically skips to the elevator. He knows it'll be a little while before the turret charges up another shot, leaving Cyrus with enough time to saunter over to the elevator and press the 'door close' button. I don't think Cyrus knows which way Ramona and Bishop are, upstairs or downstairs. Maybe he can hear the robot clanging around downstairs or something?
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Bishop HP: 20/20, A: 1, XP: 8/9 "I'm on it Ramona!" Bishop yells as he prepares to impose his will on the speeding tin can. However, the robot resists despite Bishop's best efforts forcing him to parley with the robot and offer some battery juice. "Hey you hunk of junk, if you stop now I'll juice you up!" Bishop yells at the advancing metal bot carrying Ramona. Bishop gets his toolbox out and grabs some power transfer cables. -Mark a use of "Adventure Gear" Command of Robots: 2d6+2 8 On a 7-9, you can parley with the machine or robot by offering it data, power, or proper usage — no matter what level of intelligence it possesses. Parley: 2d6-1 9 I wanted to go with the comedy option of suggesting that the robot attacking us wasn't "proper usage", but I have a feeling it wouldn't have worked. Suran37 fucked around with this message at 05:53 on Oct 1, 2014 |
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Dr. Galen, your careful observation of these creatures has paid off. Not only do you manage to hang on, finding balanced footing and handholds, but your surgical strike split’s the bug’s head in half! Unfortunately. you misjudge the bug’s composition and your relative strength, plunging your scalpel hand deep into the bug’s body. When you try to pull your arm out… Your robes get caught on something, holding fast against simple tugs and maneuvers! The male bug you just killed didn’t even have time for a death scream before you split his nervous system in half. He crashes to the ground, limbs splayed out and jerking spasmodically. You’re crouched on his thorax with your arm stuck deep inside. The bug’s split head (which your face is uncomfortably close to) is full of fizzing purple goo, whose particles seem to dance up into the air… Gurgle, your amphibian hands were meant for the moist, temperate climes of your common swamp or bog. Holding hot stuff with no gloves? Bad news, and that bomb is getting pretty warm - the old pot is actually start to glow orange now! You shift it carefully as you glance around for safe targets - what catches your eye is Dr. Galen, performing a very fast, very quiet takedown of the male bug. It’s impressive until the bug goes down and the good doctor flops down awkwardly with it, seemingly stuck. You almost don’t even notice the female rising out of the corpse pile, her single functioning antenna twitching furiously. She skitters onto the side of the pile towards Dr. Galen and stops, twitching some more, her under-sac looking a bit deflated. Finally the female lets out a bellow that bounces around the dingy slum dome, and starts skittering towards Dr. G! But something falls out of her brood sac as she departs - it rolls to your feet, Gurgle...  What do you both do? Cyrus, you wriggle out of your hole and saunter across the room into the open elevator. With a smirk on your face, you jab the door close button. Only, the door doesn’t move. Yet the turret has swiveled all the way around to follow you, and it’s still warming up. You tap the button more, but it doesn’t make the door move any faster. When it does start to close it seems excruciatingly the slow. From this close, the turret’s charging sounds less like a mechanical process and more like something going “HNNNNNGGGG,” into steadily higher pitches. Just as the pitch seems like it can get no higher, the door passes between you and the turret - you start to breathe a sigh of relief, but when the turret fires, the door only blocks part of the blast, and your left side is seared by blast of red hot energy! You take 6 damage.  The elevator is slow as it rises three floors, you have a moment before the door opens. What do you do?Ramona, your weathered feet hit the floor in seconds, making friction as hard as they can. You actually manage to slow the thing down enough for Bishop to step out of the way, though not enough to stop it - not until you’re pressed right up against the wall. The tank’s treads have stopped moving although the motor is still whining, trying to do work, but you won’t let it… Bishop, you speak to the mechanical patchwork as it holds Ramona against the wall - it's nowhere near smart enough to talk back, but you hear a sharp spike of feedback from inside, and the gruff voice yelps! A little slot slides open on the side - two beady little eyes stare back at you, first angry, and then surprised. The slot slams closed before the motor finally dies, guttering out a fat cloud of black smoke - good thing you don’t have to breath the air. A moment later, a hatch on the tank flies open, and a wild-haired halfling wearing oily goggles hops down. “Only juice this baby needs is algal diesel." He’s grinning, but despite your rich database, you can’t quite place the emotion on his face, Bishop. “But you? You I got another use for.”  Ramona can get out without much fuss. What do you both do? Something Else fucked around with this message at 20:29 on Oct 1, 2014 |
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There didn't really seem to be a non-fatal way to Belch this potion, so I treated it like a thrown weapon. Gurgle HP 14/18 | Armor 1 | XP Load Gurgle's eyes gleam with the sort of scientific enthusiasm that might terrify a lesser man. He tucks his makeshift bomb briefly under one arm, gritting his teeth as the heat sears his exposed flesh, and nips Mama Roach's runty broodling into his pack. Already, his brain's a-whirl with possible testing protocols and feeding regimes for his new test-subject-to-be. But all that presupposes they survive the next couple moments. This bomb is about to blow, and there's no time to wait - not even time enough to douse it anymore! "Aaaah, merde!" he yells in consternation. "DOC! YOU'D BETTER TAKE COVERRRRR!" With hardly a second to spare, Gurgle hefts the burning-hot urn in one hand, works up to a running start, and... Volley = 5  ....trips on a freaking rock right at the crucial moment. Of course. The bomb flies out of his hands and high into the air, twirling gracefully and trailing a stream of thick smoke. Gurgle lets out a scream of terror, high-pitched and whistling, and frog-dives behind a slab of broken concrete before his would-be roach killer can turn him into cuisses de grenouille. Defy Danger +DEX (for not being extremely careful with the bomb) = 9. Got an ingredient: a necrophagous roach broodling (2 weight) Lost a potion: Alumnus Post fucked around with this message at 21:22 on Oct 5, 2014 |
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Dr. Galen Von Zieglas HP: 18/18 | Armor: 0 | 5/10 XP Galen pauses for a moment to think about his adverse reaction to the misting goo, scrunching up his face in disgust underneath his mask. 'I should really be more comfortable with strange bodily fluids by now.' When Gurgle calls out for the doctor to take cover, Galen uses his one free hand to wipe away some of the goo from his rose-tinted lenses just as the bomb begins to explode. DD(STR): 2d6 9 Galen uses his trapped arm to turn the beast over on top of himself; a fleshy shield to lessen the impact of the explosion. 'Ssiiccckk.' he shudders, covered in mutant insect innards, bracing for the blast.
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Gurgle, your bomb arcs high into the air and explodes in a burst of heat and light, too far from the bug to harm it directly - but when it blows, a fiery substance rains down on the area! You don't get hit directly, but much of the ground between you and Dr. Galen is now covered in sticky flaming goo. What do you do? Also, the baby bug is 2 weight. Dr. Galen, you shift your weight and leverage the still-twitching bug corpse over top of yourself, forming an effective barrier from the stamping Ladybug and the down-drifting flames. Only problem is, you can't see anything! You feel the bug corpse and nearby ground growing warm, presumably on fire, and the female doesn't run you over when you expected her to. But you hear some sad-sounding screeching, then some burbling internal noises, and finally you hear something splash on top of the corpse that covers you. What do you do?
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Updated my little statblock with the appropriate weight. Gurgle 2 Ingredients | 2 Potions HP 14/18 | Armor 1 | XP 12/9 Load 7/11 | 3/5 AG Gurgle peeks his head over the rubble and surveys the aftermath. Everything looks good, no obvious casualties or structural damage...and in his line of work, that counts as a success any day. Only - where's Dr. Galen? Oh no. He must be under Papa Roach over there, and what on earth is that creature doing?! Gurgle's froggy brain whirls madly. That scalpel won't save the doctor in a straight fight, any more than his fishing spear saved him - although his expertise with it is downright spooky - and with a corpse on top, he'll have no easy way to get leverage. A ball of nervous tension gathers in the frogman's stomach as he contemplates what he's about to do. Oh, this is such a bad idea. He reaches into his pack and hops up on the concrete slab, flourishing his forsaken child. "Yoo-hoo! Over here!" he calls, and whistles piercingly. He holds the baby bug by one hand and waves. "Hey, you wan' your egg back, honey? COME 'N GET IT!" He holds the embryo over a jaggedy outcropping of stone, and fakes a wobble or two, as though to splatter it. Hopefully this is one of those rare insect species that actually has a maternal instinct...or at least one that knows food when it's dancing a jig in plain sight.
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Dr. Galen Von Zieglas HP: 18/18 | Armor: 0 | 5/10 XP Galen lifts the corpse off of himself as the ground and body grow warm. Although Galen didn't expect that detonation to be favorable, he most certainly didn't expect a rain of flaming goop! The Doctor shudders and proceeds to carefully step around the goo towards a spot where he could safely try to assist Gurgle who egged the beast on with a member of its brood. DD(DEX): 2d6+1 9 "Excellent work, Mr. Gurgle! Hopefully we can lure the mother away from this place... but perhaps it'd be best to dispose of her." The doctor says, wiping his scalpel off on his thick smock. A smear of bug goo streaked across his person(really at this point, it's the least of his worries though. He'd need several baths and a change of clothes for sure.) Can I just examine the integrity of the corpse pile without making a roll, or are we in underwater plague crisis?
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Was that 6 damage pre or post armor? Guessing post. Cyrus 11/17 HP, 1 Armor, 7/10 XP "Ugh, this stupid thing won't close! Hurry up, hurry up--OW!" He jumps backwards as he gets blasted by the laser. Luckily it seems to have discharged early and Cyrus isn't just outright disintegrated. Still gonna sting for quite a while, though. As the elevator approaches the upper floors, Cyrus backs into a corner of the elevator by the door, puts his clammy hands against the walls of the elevator, and lifts himself up, eventually wedging himself in a corner by the ceiling. This way, anything waiting for the doors to open will only see an empty elevator. And if there's a turret outside the elevator again, this time it won't be as easy as shooting fish in a barrel. I dunno if this triggers Defy Danger or not.
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Gurgle, your baby-waggling does indeed have the anticipated response - Mama Roach whips around to face you, thick strings of acid hanging from her ovoid mouth. Without much fanfare, she tips her thorax back and sends an acid spray arcing in your direction! What do you do? Dr Galen, while your froggy friend distracts the mother bug, you're able to extricate yourself from under her former lover. You notice scorch marks on his carapace, as well as a sheen of corrosive acid. Spousal devourment must be part of the life-cycle for these bizarre creatures! You pick your way around napalm patches, but you find yourself blocked from getting close enough to the corpse pile to really investigate it. From where you're at, it looks pretty normal, aside from Mama Roach's disturbances, and the fact that it's a pile of human corpses. There's a spreading line of flames between you and the pile, with the hospital building on one end, and Mama Roach on the other. Defy the danger of the fire or the bug, or take the long way around the building, if you want to get close enough to the pile to learn anything of value. Otherwise, it looks pretty normal for a corpse pile. What do you do? Cyrus, your fishy fingers hold you up near the ceiling of the elevator, where you remain as the doors slide open at the top floor of the building. Surprisingly, there's no immediate response. There's a strange blue glow emanating through the doorway, and you can hear a faint, persistent hissing sound coming from Lopence's penthouse. What do you do? Correct on the damage, BTW. Something Else posted:Ramona, your weathered feet hit the floor in seconds, making friction as hard as they can. You actually manage to slow the thing down enough for Bishop to step out of the way, though not enough to stop it - not until you’re pressed right up against the wall. The tank’s treads have stopped moving although the motor is still whining, trying to do work, but you won’t let it…
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Dr. Galen Von Zieglas HP: 18/18 | Armor: 0 | 5/10 XP DD(DEX): 2d6+1 10 The doctor carefully maneuvers around the insect and piles of flaming goo to get closer towards the mangled corpse pile to get a better look at it. 'I'm interested to see what it is the creature was doing in it. I mean likely feeding or placing brood or...' Spout Lore(INT): 2d6+2 6 But the doctor doesn't seem to be entirely sure what he's looking at and frankly is a little distracted with the female spewing acid mists at his froggy companion.
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Gurgle 2 Ingredients | 2 Potions HP 14/18 | Armor 1 | XP Load 7/11 | 3/5 AG Aid Dr. Galen = 5  "I think I agree, monsieur," Gurgle replies, eyeing the infuriated mother nervously. "I like to know what she's doin' with those bodies too...but this is no time to get it done. After she dead, no?" Belch = 9 / Damage = 6  "Whoa!" That's some pressure behind those acid glands! Thinking quickly, Gurgle pours a bottle of Thunderclap into his cavernous maw, stoppers it with a chunk of concrete, and clamps his jaw shut tight. With nowhere else to go, gas pressure rapidly builds up in the frogman's belly. He crouches down and aims carefully - then, with a loud PHUT, sends a high-speed rock missile crashing into Mama Roach's torso! • Deal your damage to one target at Near range. You expose yourself to danger, the GM will say how.
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Ramona de Sahagún 26/26 HP, 3 Armor, 9/14 Load, 10 XP The diver does a pullup and rolls over the top of the tank, ending with her bolt pistol pointed at the back of the halfling's head. She's feeling impatient and not too trusting of his intentions, so she bids him, "Elaborate." If he makes any weird movements she'll shoot him without a second thought. No telling what other kind of remote controlled gizmos this jerk might have in store.
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Cyrus 11/17 HP, 1 Armor, 7/10 XP After checking to see if the coast is clear, Cyrus hops down onto the elevator floor, heads out into the hallway and starts looking for the source of the blue light.
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Gurgle, your concrete chunk flies straight and true, smashing through Mama Roach's armor plates at high speed! You could leap through the hole that's left. The she-bug topples over - is she dead yet? Either way, her acid spray arcs over your missile and splatters all over you, coating you in thick, corrosive ooze! Your breastplate becomes so corroded it provides no Armor, OR you suffer 10 damage. Dang! Then what do you do? Dr. Galen, you deftly avoid the fire-piles spread around the area, while also managing to stay out from under any errant acid drips. Standing closer to the corpses, you try to piece together what you know about the insect, but you can't shake the feeling you're reaching for a conclusion that isn't really there. You end up satisfied that Mama Roach was chowing down on corpses to feed her egglings, which must have gotten all burned up. What do you do? Ramona, the halfling freezes. "Woah now! Sorry if I'm overeager but hell - I thought I'd never see one of Warwick's little buddies ever again! You don't look like you're from around here so I'll just tell you - he can open the door, y'see? It's in his programming!" Just then, a tongue of flame darts around the doorframe from the burning room, and the side of the halfling's oli-slick micro-mech catches fire! When you turn back, the little fucker has managed to extract the bolt from its captivity, and he seems to be testing its weight. The fire's reflecting off his goggles, but he doesn't seem to mind that his ride is going up. "Not bad. You make this?" What do you do? Bishop, the halfling thinks you've got some connection to the guy who created this place! And his poor machine happens to be on fire, in a half-collapsed building. What do you do? Cyrus, the blue light spills out of an open doorway at the end of the hall. You can't see inside, but as you creep towards the edge, you hear a voice call out to you over the sound of static. "It's alright. I've turned off the traps." A small whirring noise draws your attention to a lens mounted in the corner of the ceiling, and you get the feeling you're being watched. Inside the room, a bulky slummer slouches in an easy chair in front of a bank of viewscreens. Most are a blue-tinged static blur, some display an empty hallway, and, if you look closely, you can make out your friends talking to someone near a room full of fire.  "Sorry about the turret down there. I couldn't... I didn't get around to it." As you enter, the man leans forward in his chair and turns around to look at you - it's the Lopence you remember from childhood, only weathered by age and stress; warped by a terrible loss. His eyes search your face with a mixture of hope and fear. "Is that really you, Cyrus? Or... are you some... drat hologram? If you're some slick fuckin' trick by Tricky Slick and his Smoothie Boys, I'll... I'll blast ya... I swear..." What does Lopence look like? What's in his room besides the TVs and his chair? What do you do? Something Else fucked around with this message at 19:13 on Oct 21, 2014 |
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Ramona de Sahagún 26/26 HP, 3 Armor, 9/14 Load, 10 XP He touches Ramona's weapon without asking and she without a second thought pulls the trigger, sending a bolt into the halfling's head, and lashes out with her knife in case the pistol jams or hits a metal plate in his head or some other providential bullshit. gently caress him, his bondage door, and the combustion engine he rode in on.
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Ramona, compressed air wheezes harmlessly from the barrel of your captive-bolt pistol (having lost its bolt), but your dagger does its job, opening a jagged slash across the halfling's throat. He utters a pitiful moan and falls to the ground, the bolt rolling out of his hand when he hits the floor. Meanwhile, you hear a series of strange popping sounds coming from within the flaming tank - it's probably going to blow before long! What do you do? Bishop, the halfling's blood splatters across your chest. He's bleeding out on the floor, and his vital signs are ticking down steadily. If you want him to elaborate on his 'uses' for you, you'll have to act fast. What do you do?
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Gurgle 2 Ingredients | 2 Potions HP 14/18 | Armor Load Gurgle takes the shot of acid straight to his turtle-shell breastplate, which immediately begins to sizzle and flake away. Without further ado, he sprints for the nearby pool and dives straight in, before the burning itch setting in over the rest of his skin can get any worse. Foam and spittle trails from his hanging jaw. He surfaces noisily after a minute or two, having shucked his acid-burnt armor and soothed his aching skin. "Hooooo," he sighs, back-stroking lazily back to the shoreline. "'At's better. You OK over there, Doctor? Let's take a look at Mama 'n be on our way." Lost an item: tortoise-shell breastplate (1 armor, 1 weight)
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Dr. Galen Von Zieglas HP: 18/18 | Armor: 0 | 5/10 XP "Ah, but of course Mr. Gurgle." Galen says, satisfied with his investigation of the corpse pile. The doctor tip-toes towards the downed insect and begins examining it for signs of life, ready to strike should the creature reveal itself yet still living. DR(WIS); DD(DEX): 2d6+1 4 2d6+1 3 However, the doctor, perhaps still shocked from the encounter, is neither observant or quick. HP: 18/18 | Armor: 0 | 6/10 XP
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Gurgle 2 Ingredients | 2 Potions HP 14/18 | Load 6/11 | 3/5 AG Gurgle hauls himself out of the pool and ambles on over to the Doctor's side. "Take a look at this pretty thing," he says, gesturing at the jagged hold in Mama's torso, out of which leaks a truly disgusting stew of bug guts and half-digested corpse bits. He steps daintily over the growing puddle and peers into the insect's slackening jaw. "Ain't never seen glands like these onna bug before. Ump. Think I gotta get my hands on 'em before they commence to leakin'." The frogman cracks his knuckles and crawls waist-deep into Mama's gullet, holding his trusty diver's knife between his teeth. "Here, help me just...reach in here 'n, rrgh, cut these out..."
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Dr. Galen, the bug is quite dead. Nevertheless, you amble towards it, brandishing your scalpel like a brush in the hands of Illumigno, the master landscape painter. Alas, the skill in your hands is not matched by skill in your feet - you slip on some slime, trip on a segmented leg, and fall fist-first into the croaked roach's innards! On your way in, your scalpel pierces one of the bulging, glistening sacs that you noticed Gurgle eyeballing earlier. It bursts, soaking you in sizzling bug acid! It soaks into your robes which stings, but worse yet you can feel it eating through your doctor's mask! Soon, the pristine white mask be just as scarred as your face... You might be able to save your mask somehow, you'll probably have to expose your face to the acid do so. Take 5 damage, and Defy Danger before your mask is completely destroyed! What do you do? Gurgle, it's a downright cornucopia of glands, tissues & sacs inside Mama Roach - you could fill your whole ingredient bag from all the stuff around here! But before you can get to work, the good doctor comes bumbling in. You're protected from the splash, but there's a sort of burbling acidic tide that rolls in - seeping in around your future ingredients! You'll need to find a pair of gloves somewhere, or take great care while harvesting the organs. Burn 1 Adventuring Gear (from your own supply or Dr. G's), or Defy Danger while gathering ingredients. What do you do? Something Else fucked around with this message at 03:56 on Oct 24, 2014 |
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Ramona de Sahagún 26/26 HP, 3 Armor, 9/14 Load, 10 XP "poo poo." Ramona swoops over to the free bolt and slides it back into a bandoleer, then makes for the stairs before the algal diesel machine introduced even more volatile fuel into the environment. Hopefully the building could take it. Bishop seems hesitant or something. She indicates her gun. "He didn't even know what this was and took it apart in a split second. What do you think he could do to you?" He couldn't have known... This wasn't joking around the forge at the guild, it was a war zone, where you don't touch someone's gun when they're pointing it at you unless you're going to kill them.
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