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Jorvik: A Land of Snow & Ice

Game Master DSXMachina

A dark mystery in the ancient city of York.


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GM:

Gleep!

Before doing any disabling, Sal tries to figure out the blast pattern of the shaped charge (those are typically for specific purposes). What is it intended to do? Bring down the building? Kill those in the room? Or something else? Are they in serial or parallel?

Craftsmanship: 4d4 - 8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2, 2, 3) - 8 + 3 + 2 = 8

Not enjoying sitting next to a live explosive, Sal tries disarming at least this charge, leaving the camera alone.

Craftsmanship: 4d4 - 8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4, 1, 4, 1) - 8 + 3 + 2 = 7


Evil GM

Sal:
With her extensive knowledge of the explosives, Sal is able to disarm them - though it's not too easy to do so, there is an indication of talented amateur work rather than a professional.

The explosives in the room run in parallel, however 3-4 well placed cuts would shout them down. Unfortunately the room is currently occupied.

The purpose of the explosives seems to be to kill everyone in the room, although there is one area that's not directly covered with potential blast zones - an area that someone hardy (like a vampire or ghoul) could survive.

Eavesdropping wrote:
LL: "Just remember none of your guys stop us, or anyone, if we go for our boat - lest you provoke my wrath." He adds in warning, before: "Come" he replies to the knock.


Male Warrior-Bard of Old; Herald of Brigid Stress: P: OOOO M:OOOO S:OOO; Fate Points: 2

Kenneth smiles at the security team, then says to Danny, "Looking at all the nice cars, fancy dress and jewels on the meeting folk, I'm beginning tae think I didnae charge ye enow tae be your bodyguard. "


Changling Spellsinger Physical: [] [] [] Mental: [X] [] [] [] Social: [] [] [] [] FP:10

Danny shrugs, also looking at the attendees and the money wasted on cars that could buy a house.

"Sorry. But that's going rate for being bodyguard to a bodyguard." He says with a slight smirk.


Male Warrior-Bard of Old; Herald of Brigid Stress: P: OOOO M:OOOO S:OOO; Fate Points: 2

Kenneth chuckles, "If ye're about tae make a bad second-order joke, like I'm a copy ay a copy or some such, I'll burn love notes tae the more... amorous... fae intae your suit."

Better tae joke about this than tae think about what wr're getting ourselves intae...


Changling Spellsinger Physical: [] [] [] Mental: [X] [] [] [] Social: [] [] [] [] FP:10

"That might be preferable to what we're about to walk into." Danny says wryly, echoing Kenneth's own thoughts.

"At least that way, I'd die happy!?" He sighs wistfully.

The singer straightens up, which still leaves him shorter than the taller, more muscular Bard, and checks his bow tie.

"Well, considering that the last couple of times I wore this monkey suit I ended up being attacked by an interesting variety of goons from the stupid side of Supernatural Street, This evening promises to be anything but boring!" Danny smiles, all chipper and in charge once more.

Danny checks his watch, nods, and steps towards the car.

"It's late enough for her highness to make her entrance. Time to get this show on the road!" Danny adds as he reaches for the door.


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GM:

Sal gulps and whips out her phone again. Morian. Room rigged to blow with anti-personnel charges. I got one, can't get 'em all. Warn the guys.


Evil GM

Sal:
Into the room, confidently strides a lean topless man. His broad muscular chest glistens under the stark lighting of the room, it takes you a moment to realise it's Andrew the werewolf. Seemingly poured into a pair leather trousers, matched by the simple collar and bracers that emphasise his handsome build. From your experiences in Soho, you realise these are purely aesthetic touches.

From beneath a shock of dark hair surly eyes look at the Vampire Lord, eyes that say he's not pleased to be here, but he'll make the best of it.
"Madam de Soirette, et entourage." He announces.

Into the room walks Molly in a well cut business suit, a small briefcase at her side and an inquiring look on her face. Behind her walks a radiant vision is a shocking crimson velvet dress, a stark contrast to her associates demurely cut business suit. The waves of dark beauty and promise roll from her forcing even the powerful Vampire Lord to take a step back.

A conviction or Discipline roll, please.

Fluttering dark eyelashes across her pristinely made up face she addresses Laurence with a very cosmopolitan accent. "Oh Larry, I see you are still have excellent taste in company. Monsieur ghoul." Her words drip with venomous sarcasm, much like that with flows though her veins. Whilst Molly keeps her emotions in check, Andrews full lips quirk at the affront.

Lord Laurence looks daggers barely kept in check by a friendly tap from his advisor Aggoggo. The ghoul cares not for such words, however he seems more concerned about his unfinished checks - specifically places like the vents.

Winter Party

After being let through the barrier by G, Morien parks the car - in a position with thoughts to potential escape routes (other than ditching it in the river, although.....)

Danny exits the car and holds open the door as Laverna unfolds herself from the back-seat in a manner that any Hollywood actress would be envious of.

There's a beep from a phone, "Guys!" says Morien holding out her simple phone for the others to look at.

Phone Message:
Morian. Room rigged to blow with anti-personnel charges. I got one, can't get 'em all. Warn the guys.

To one side of the car-park area is the well-lit meeting building, newly constructed and sitting heavily and squat upon the ancient landscape.


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GM:

Discipline: 4d3 - 8 + 2 ⇒ (1, 3, 1, 3) - 8 + 2 = 2


Evil GM

Sal:
Unfortunately you take a 3 stress mental backlash from her presence. Oh & double unfortunately if you header is correct that'd have to be a Minor & a 1 stress Hit!


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GM:

Yeah, ain't got much brayn. Header is correct. I need to review penalties. You give me a disadvantage, right?


Male Warrior-Bard of Old; Herald of Brigid Stress: P: OOOO M:OOOO S:OOO; Fate Points: 2

Kenneth whispers, "By the Forge... Did she say what the charges be made ay? Can it be burned without detonating? And does she ken how they be detonated?"


Changling Spellsinger Physical: [] [] [] Mental: [X] [] [] [] Social: [] [] [] [] FP:10

Strangely unpanicked, Danny's lips quirk in a small smile.

"Well well, I think the evening just got a lot more interesting."

At Kenneth's words he DOES look panicked, briefly.

"Easy there Tex, I'm no expert, but I'm fairly certain that throwing around uncontrolled bursts of random energy near devices MADE to go boom is precisely what you DON'T want to do. Presuming you want to keep your appendages. Just sayin'."

Danny looks to the Lady with a small, cunning smile.

"Besides. It does add a certain element to the evening's festivities. And we wouldn't want to spoil Her Lady's fun now, would we?" The singer-slash-bodyguard says with an open grin bordering on downright lascivious.

Either Danny has something in mind, or he's REALLY good at pretending. Like, he should be accepting an Oscar good.

"Come along 'Team Cool as Ice'. I want Her Ladyship's entrance to be right on cue. My Lady?" He says, gesturing for her to precede him, although he stays close enough to her side that he can assume the position of escort if needed or desired.

Danny seems as cool as the lady he escorts on the outside. A short while of playing politics and cards with the Fae will give you that ability REAL quick. On the inside, Danny's mind is racing. Running over what they knew, what they just found out, reviewing information and song lyrics and old movies. He honestly didn't have a SOLID plan. Yet. But he was confident that when it came time to open his mouth he would have something to say.

He always did.


Male Warrior-Bard of Old; Herald of Brigid Stress: P: OOOO M:OOOO S:OOO; Fate Points: 2

Kenneth shrugs, "There be people in war zones that burn plastique for heat and light, if the BBC is tae be trusted. Was made tae be as safe as possible, and I could likely ruin the lot ay them if i could magic a piece at just one. "

He chuckles, "And it isnae just that I'm fond ay *not* having bombs aimed at me.... after all, I'm more resilient than yer fragile self and have magic tae protect myself... It's more that I delight in the thought ay ruining someone's day by burning away their charges so that their wee little button doesnae dae anything other than go click."

He smiles mischievously and says, "But, if ye fear me hogging all the fun, as he Yanks say... Then I reckon we can dae it your way, ye ken."


Changling Spellsinger Physical: [] [] [] Mental: [X] [] [] [] Social: [] [] [] [] FP:10

"Oh don't worry about me. I always make sure I get my share of the limelight." Danny says smugly, straightening his bow tie once more.

"Although, I DO like the sound of frustration the bad guys make when the plan DOESN'T come together." He admits generously.

"Don't worry, I'm sure there's enough fun tonight to go around!" He adds with a big, Joker-ish grin, rubbing his hands together gleefully and looking like Jim Carrey in The Mask.

"It's SHOWTIME!"

:)

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