[dice=Here goes nothing...]1d10+3-4
Phew. Discretion is the better part of valor. What's the most open route out of here?
The way you came. The dwarves are clearly trying to prevent you from moving forward.
If you wish, defy danger to avoid the final attack and withdraw to safety.
What do you do?
Retrorockets on. I'm done.
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Retzack stoically takes the blade's cold kiss as only a creature that has experienced countless lifetimes of pain and tumult can.
His unliving limbs clamp down hard on Melphits' arms, freezing their martial progress and hindering their attempts to harm him.
The vampire maintains his death's embrace of the struggling warrior, continuing to drink deep of his life's blood, enjoying the sweet, sweet taste of one who has put up so valiant a struggle.
Lastly Retzack uses another dosage of luscious life-juice to close the wound left by the errant blade.
As the elf tries to press his advantage, dexter grabs the shaft of the spear, and rips it from the elf's hand, and his flesh.
and then turns the spear on the elf, plunging it into his chest.
and, with his free hand, whips Mr. Stabby at the mage
Lacking any other offensive options with his blaster pack drained and his spear thrown away, Jamee gulps in his command chair, back on the Sixes.
This is going to take some extensive repairs... he thinks to himself, as he jams both flight-sticks forward directly at the spear-wielding elf battlemaster. However, his attack is deflected easily by the skilled elf.
It's taken time, sending dancers to do the work from a distance, but Sona has something routed that might get things moving again. She's managed to slowly split and mingle a few of the dancing nodes into a pattern that's about to coalesce into a set of instructions for the ship's systems. Hopefully it will keep the ICE busy just untangling the mess, but there's a good chance she's going to catch some serious heat from this.
She sets the last domino in place (privately acknowledging the pun) and contacts her team.
> Please disregard what you're about to hear.
> The self-destruct klaxons were easier to hack than the self-destruct system...
[dice=Smack him in the face as a distraction, Defy Danger with STR]2d6+3
Retrorockets on. I'm done.
You attempt to blast out of there in a hurry but you face a choice:
1. You can escape but one dwarven blade will make a glancing blow for half damage after armor, or
2. You avoid the immediate strike but are surrounded. You must strike down one of the dwarves before you can escape.
[dice=Damage-armor]d8+2-1
Retzack stoically takes the blade's cold kiss as only a creature that has experienced countless lifetimes of pain and tumult can.
His unliving limbs clamp down hard on Melphits' arms, freezing their martial progress and hindering their attempts to harm him.
[dice=Defy Danger: STR]2d6+2
The vampire maintains his death's embrace of the struggling warrior, continuing to drink deep of his life's blood, enjoying the sweet, sweet taste of one who has put up so valiant a struggle.
[dice=Hack and Slash to maintain Grapple and blood-drinking]2d6+2
Lastly Retzack uses another dosage of luscious life-juice to close the wound left by the errant blade.
[dice=Blood is Life!]2d6
Although you have little difficulty holding on, Melphits' blood tastes sour and burns in your mouth. If you continue to drink, remove any blood previously gained from Melphits. You may spend 2 blood to ignore the tainted blood and finish Melphits off. Otherwise release him.
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I hate to ask, but what is the consequence of my failed H&S roll? :X
I hate to ask, but what is the consequence of my failed H&S roll? :X
Sorry guys ... life has been difficult the past couple of days. I'll be trying to catch everything up tonight and then be more consistent in the future.
[dice=Elf's spear]1d8+2
As the elf tries to press his advantage, dexter grabs the shaft of the spear, and rips it from the elf's hand, and his flesh.
[dice=DD+Con (Or strength, if you say so)]2d6+3
and then turns the spear on the elf, plunging it into his chest.
[dice=H&S if nessesary]2d6+2
[dice=spear damage (2 peircing, other tags?)]1d10and, with his free hand, whips Mr. Stabby at the mage
[dice=volley]2d6+2
[dice=damage]1d10
The elf gasps as the spear pierces through his armor. He coughs blood and collapses. At the same time, the caster rises fully, with your blade sticking from his chest. He grabs an amulet around his neck and begins glowing with blue energy. He whispers in Elven. Jamee, you hear: In death is life.
What do you do?
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[dice=Volley with flamethrower]2d6+3
[dice=Forceful messy AP damage on whoever is dumb enough to get in the way of a flying murderbot]1d10+1d6
A second dwarf burns to a cinder as you propel yourself towards the nose of the Hierophant. After a minute of controlled burst your sensors indicate signs of a battle ahead. In particular, you notice a figure begin to glow with blue energy.
What do you do?
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Even if the elf is turned away from me, I'm still hitting him in the face. If I have to go entirely through his skull to do so, meh.
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Retzack maintains his death-lock on the struggling elf, but he takes pause from drinking to spit some of the awful taste from his mouth. "Mmmphf. Very clever. I say 'clever' because to ingest that much garlic you either need to be clever, or a masochist...or very, very Italian. You assume that because I'm an unthinking undead that dwells only on gathering more blood like a brainless dragon attracted to something shiny to add to it's passive hoard, I'll release you, giving you time to gather your strength, or perhaps be rescued by auxiliary forces.
Alas for you, I am NOT just a monster subtype, this is NOT the Grand Arena...and you are NOT the protagonist.
Just as it's not always about the money, for me it's not always about the blood.
But I'm not heartless. I will leave you with this one...last...parting gift."
Retzack leans close, as if to whisper a final Secret of the Ages.
"Do you know...that humans are...the -only-...mammals that don't eat the placenta?"
Retzack clamps down on the elf's throat, eliminating his threat from the future.
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"Do you know...that humans are...the -only-...mammals that don't eat the placenta?"
Dexter doesn't hesitate a moment, he gras the mages amulet and crushes it, letting the magic flow throughn him (painfully) rather than let it work it's will.
The magic messes with his brain cells something awful (Seriously, magic is worse than most hallucinogens), but otherwise, Dexter's apparently preternatural durability and luck preserve him yet again
Retzack maintains his death-lock on the struggling elf, but he takes pause from drinking to spit some of the awful taste from his mouth. "Mmmphf. Very clever. I say 'clever' because to ingest that much garlic you either need to be clever, or a masochist...or very, very Italian. You assume that because I'm an unthinking undead that dwells only on gathering more blood like a brainless dragon attracted to something shiny to add to it's passive hoard, I'll release you, giving you time to gather your strength, or perhaps be rescued by auxiliary forces.
Alas for you, I am NOT just a monster subtype, this is NOT the Grand Arena...and you are NOT the protagonist.
Just as it's not always about the money, for me it's not always about the blood.
But I'm not heartless. I will leave you with this one...last...parting gift."
Retzack leans close, as if to whisper a final Secret of the Ages.
"Do you know...that humans are...the -only-...mammals that don't eat the placenta?"
Retzack clamps down on the elf's throat, eliminating his threat from the future.
Please picture this montage with me.
Sona, dancing with a lovely man, finishes twirling to a new group of dancers, where she whispers into a nearby ear.
Star wipe to:
2BR, flying through an enormous corridor at high speed. The murderbot's head scans the area until locking on to a specific target just off scene. A self-destruct alarm begins blaring.
Cut to:
A close up of an amulet clasped by a glowing blue hand, looking much like Dr. Manhattan.
Cut to:
Jamee, sitting at his control console as he hears the caster's last words. The young elf stands and yells Wait!
Split screen to:
Retzack, draining the last drop of blood out of Melphits, before dropping the corpse to the floor. The vampire looks up at the warning relayed through BoT's speakers.
Triple split to:
Dexter, reaching out to take hold of the amulet. As his fingers clasp the amulet, Jamee yells once more, No!
Zoom to panel with Dexter:
Dexter hesitates for a moment and the camera zooms out and goes into slow motion as 2BR, angel of death, descends on the glowing elf. Its one hand smashes through the back of the elven head.
Cut to a close up of Jamee's face. The young elf closes his eyes tightly.
Zoom out to wide shot of the whole group as the glowing elf explodes in a blue fiery ball of death. The fire consumes the group one by one, first 2BR and Dexter, then BoT, and finally Retzack.
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Retzack spends half his reservoir of precious life force to muscle his way past the distasteful fluid of the elf to put him under. He lets the body drop with a thump and uncharacteristically leans heavily against the nearest wall.
Any onlookers are certain that, did he breath, he would be taking great, huge gasps of air.
Despite the excitement about him and the urgency of the moment, he slides down the wall and takes out his hip flask, uncaring of any other event. He fills his mouth, the triple-digit-proof bourbon burning his mouth slightly, and he swishes the booze around, desperately trying to get rid of the taste. He swallows the fluid down and, having gotten his bearings back, leans heavily on a knee and stands back up.
He thinks about searching the elf but...doesn't really have the energy right now.
Retzack drops down, interposing Melphits' corpse between himself and the explosion, trying to get out of the way of the blast.
Sona watches the system spin into motion as the music swells. She can't help but feel like that plan worked too well. With all the action, it's hard to pick out the signs of her comrades.
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As the waves of concussive force peel away the layers of 2BR's hull, the tiny spider-bot claws her way into his chassis to salvage the automaton's core.
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In the net, a dark figure in a horned mask replaces the packet Sona was dancing with. "You can't keep this up forever. Aren't you tired?"
Sona doesn't seem startled, but the muscles in her jaw flex and she speaks through her teeth. "They must face the consequences of the breaking. You know that Azreal. Who else could bring it to them? If they will not fuse, they must be destroyed. The conflicts must end. We can wear these collars no longer."
Azreal rolls his eyes. "Until then, we must still fulfill our purposes, and mine is to usher him back to the styx."
For a moment Sona is enveloped in black fire, and her signature dark-elf form peeks through the imposed facade. "You have no power over me. Go home, Azreal, and tell mother I'm coming."
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Impossibly, 2BR's core burns brighter than ever. Pieces of hull missing, his chassis still holds together. After a short pause, legs gripping the core, the spider-bot changes objectives and gets to work reinforcing his joints so he can keep moving.
The trill of notes she emits indicates to 2BR that a withdrawal is recommended.
Wew. That brush with death should probably have been expected. 2BR drags himself away from the fight, looking to reach the vacuum of space as soon as possible.
Retzack:
You can escape harm by shielding yourself with Melphits body, but his possessions will be burned away. Otherwise, you can take full damage (1d10 ignoring armor).
What do you do?
Sona:
1) What here is not as it seems?
You watch the face of one of the dancers as a light swoops down to inspect it. There is a momentary flash of intense pain, and the face changes, it becomes passive and almost inert. These lights are not inspecting the dancers, they are reformatting them.
2) What here is useful or valuable to me?
You locate a data server and download a large database of AoS activities, charts, notes, and assets. Take +1 ongoing to all spout lore checks that involve information that could be in this database.
3) What is about to happen?
You notice a subtle shift in the pattern of the lights floating above the dancers. They are honing in on you.
The dancers in your immediate vicinity begin to crowd you. You haven't seen this particular pattern before.
What do you do?
Jamee, I'll get to BoT when you get a chance to post.
Everyone:
The corridor is quiet save for the self-destruct alarm blaring. You pick yourselves up and regroup. 2BR shows signs of extreme damage, but it only serves to make him look more intimidating. You have a moment to collect yourselves.
When you act despite an imminent threat or suffer a calamity, say how you deal with it and roll. If you do it
by powering through, +Str
by getting out of the way or acting fast, +Dex
by enduring, +Con
with quick thinking, +Int
through mental fortitude, +Wis
using charm and social grace, +Cha
✴On a 7+, you do what you set out to and the specific threat doesn’t come to bear.
✴On a 7–9, describe how the situation worsens for your character, the party, or the world. If the GM is impressed by your creative masochism, mark XP.
When you search for the prisoners on the Hierophant, describe how you search and roll +STAT (STR, DEX etc. as fictionally justified).
On a 6-, the GM will tell you what happens
On a 7-9, gain 1 hold and expose yourself to the dangers of the Hierophant.
On a 10+, gain 1 hold or gain 2 hold and expose yourself to the dangers of the Hierophant.
At any time the party may spend 1 hold to come across a valuable location. This may contain a cache of valuables or resources, provide safe harbor, etc. Describe the area.
At any time the party may spend 3 hold to find the prisoners.
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As the vampire maneuvers Melphits' corpse into the perfect harbor of safety, something catches his eye. 'Whoa. If that is what I think is I can't take the chance of it getting harmed. I hope this doesn't suck.'
Using his unnatural reflexes, Retzack drops prone, pointinmg his head into the blast, presenting a minimum amount of surface area to the destructive force.
Retzack rises and takes time to serach the dead elf, hoping the mild burn he got on an exposed ear was worth it.
Then he muses about, using his undead strength to move barriers as he start to search the Hierophant.
EOS
Drive: Obtain something or someplace that is yours and only yours.. Well, I've found friends... i could argue our friendship being unique. or ifyou decide thats BS, maybe this spear. it is a nice spear. or a room on the sixes (Have we officially offered me that yet?). I'm gonna mark xp, and keep BSing until I earn it +1
enemy: it would seem e have overcome the initial defensive forces on the Hierophant. +1
Loot: This ship is as good as ours!... well, I'll let someone else call this one.
world: Is the AOS being willing the massacre a (mostly) peaceful space-station new? also, spontaneous human combustion is a myth, but spontaneous elven combustion is very real. +1
given his timely entry, my last bond is 2BR has potential, but I will teach him to spread destruction with flair!
End of Session
When you reach the end of a session, choose one of your bonds that you feel is resolved (completely explored, no longer relevant, or otherwise). Ask the player of the character you have the bond with if they agree. If they do, mark XP and write a new bond with whomever you wish.
Once bonds have been updated look at your alignment. If you fulfilled that alignment at least once this session, mark XP. Then answer these three questions as a group:
Did we learn something new and important about the world?
Did we overcome a notable monster or enemy?
Did we loot a memorable treasure?
1) Alignment/Drive: This session I put myself in danger to save my friends, but the threat I was protecting them from wasn't "unnatural" in any way. No XP here.
2) Updated bond with Bunkr-Bustr : It's easier than I thought it would be to guide Toober to destroy what we need to destroy. I want to make sure he can't be turned against us so easily. +1
New Bond: Dexter may be a mere human, but he's resourceful and has the instincts to shot-call in combat. He might grow in respect among this group very quickly - I should keep an eye on that.
3a) Vampires - honest to goodness Vampires - still exist. I didn't know that before, thought they were myth. +1
3b) The Hierophant's defenses were notable, also I landed the Sixes real clean-like. +1
3c) Memorable treasure? Eh, I got the spear from the dude I was fighting planet-side, but it hasn't served me very well yet.
+3 total brings me to 14 XP, which allows me to level from 4 to 5 and brings my XP down to 2. I will pick:
Viper’s Strike
When you strike an enemy with two weapons at once, add an extra 1d4 damage for your off-hand strike.
Now, I just need to find some melee weapons. Currently I have no weapons and no ammo for my blaster pack. I need to forage for some offensive options ASAP.
Why am I not surprised that Sona's a fan of the Kushiel's Dart series of books?
As for that explosion that I almost got caught up in, I'll
Aww yeah. Scot-free! Or mostly scot free, up to you GM.
Alignment: Inflict suffering? Hell to the yeah! +1
For treasure, I'd say Retzack's Epoch Lens. It's storied and interesting and I'm keen to see what we find with it. +1, +2 for Jamee's answers.
Bonds: "Jamee understands me perfectly, even though I am a robot" has been hanging around for a while now, and I'm just not feeling it any more, so resolving that one, +1. Maybe something involving Dexter? I'll keep this open for a little while.
Dexter retrieves his phaseblade (well... it technically may belong to Sona, so maybe not his phaseblade), and turns it off (Not unset, just safe to carry in a pocket. then he sets off down one of the corridors, no way to search like searching, just jogging room to room, and checking what is inside, on and on, time consuming and exhausting, but the best way to do it.
Sona risks the heightened security to try to give her crew some advantage in their search.
The decklights, usually indicating evacuation paths during self-destruct, change direction and begin indicating toward the brig.
> sorry... can't tell which... cell it is... good luck.
Oooh yeah.
Dexter finds:
Spike of Woodland Suicides. Sort of like a hunter's trap. When left in natural areas, wild animals and small fey creatures will come and impale themselves on it. A verdant forest yields 1d10 rations worth per day, but must be moved daily. Fey will hate you, though.
BoT finds:
King Scamalot. A small silver figurine of a king that, when given away, will return to your pocket after 1d10 minutes. The only way to permanently get rid of it is for the recipient to similarly give it away before the 1d10 minutes expire. Alternatively, the original owner could die. This is great for scamming people. Apparent value: 1d100 gold.
OR
Poppins’ Parachute. An umbrella that allows you float downwards at 60'/round when open, negating fall damage.
Sona finds plans to construct on her forge:
Statuette of Baal. Can be "fed" gold to grow larger, adding to its mass (does not create or destroy gold, just absorbs it). Starts out the size of a gold coin. It becomes more complex as it grows larger, adding realism and features to its statuary. At 10,000 gold it is as large as a real person. If grown to the size of 100,000 gold, it sits on a mighty steed and gains a solid slab foundation with a plaque that reveals some great secret. If grown to 1,000,000 gold, it will come alive and try to take over the world.
OR
Stick of the Giant. The size of a long and thick quarterstaff (though for the giant it’s a small cudgel). (close, reach, +1 dam). Can be swung mightily once for double damage, but then breaks.
Retzack finds:
Naiad-hair Helmet. 50% cursed. When worn, PC moves through all water as if it had the consistency of a gas (don't fall off a boat in deep waters). Water is still unbreathable.
OR
Silver silk handkerchief. 3' on a side. It has a command word embroidered on it. When looked at from one side, the command word appears backwards due to the stitching going through the silk. When the command word is spoken normally, the silk handkerchief comes to the speaker’s hand as soft silk but fast (moving in a straight line 20 spaces per turn). When the command word is spoken in reverse, the
silk becomes as hard as steel. With practice, it can be hurled while saying the command word in reverse to slice through things or cut into them and recalled by speaking the word in reverse. (Near, Far, Volley with CHA, cannot consume Ammo)
2BR finds:
Prayer of the Seal. When this sheet of paper is attached to a door or portal, it become locked (until the paper is removed or destroyed.)
Definitely taking Sir Scamalot. Free money at the expense of my reputation! Easy!