A small smile breaks out over Lucretcia's face as she starts to figure this psychosis out, and takes a dramatic flourish with her hand like a conductor at a performance, pointing at the creature and simply stating, ignis, as if it were a point of fact. Only after did she think of the possibility that she could only do this a certain number of times per day.
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
4d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 1, 4) = 16
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
4d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 1, 4) = 10
The final creature bursts into flame, dropping to the floor. All is quite for a moment as the four people still standing look over the scene, and each other, in disbelief.
At this point, I'm going to message you all with your abilities as they currently stand, so you can update your characters.
Grant finds himself to be the first to recover from this shock. "This has to be a delusion... Right? None if this couldn't have happened. But..." He relaxes his grip on the pole in hand, finding it marked with the indentions if his fingers.
"There's a sinking feeling that all this actually happened. That these... Things actually attacked us. Killed those two people. And then we killed them in return." He drops the length of metal with a clatter, and while towards the doctor.
"Tell me I'm wrong. Please, please tell me none of this just happened! That there's no way my disease not only went away, but reversed itself entirely. No way th.. That man appeared out of nowhere, that girl displaying flashes of light, you using g@# D!+n magic to finish this one off. Anything, something!"
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"I admit, I am firmly convinced that this is all a hallucination brought on by the gas," Alexander said thoughtfully. "I'm reasonably sure no one's obeyed my will just because I will it. But one of the things dear Professor Brown taught when I went to school was that once you close your mind to a possible explanation, no matter how outlandish it may seem, you enter the realms of preconceived notions and bad science. Let us instead argue that magic is unlikely, but not impossible, mathematically speaking. For now, we might as well carry on as if this is all real. If it's not we'll wake up in a puddle of drool, anyway. If it is then there are more things we need to be doing."
Alexander looked at the others. "Does anyone have any medical skills? We should see if there any chance of helping the poor souls these things attacked." There wasn't much of a chance. Anyone with a gut wound who wasn't screaming had died of shock, as a rule. But it was better to get people moving and doing than standing around wondering what was going on.
As for himself, Alexander moved over to the nearest creature. The fact he didn't bother walking startled him somewhat. "Oh! That's why you all looked at me like I was crazy. Huh." Now, the trick was not doing it so often he got horribly fat. Oh, and dissected by a government lab intent on finding out how he did it.
Instead, he kneeled next to the fallen monster, trying to work out what it was and if there were any clues as to the nature of...whatever.
Cthlhu Mythos: 1d100 ⇒ 9
...does that mean I need to make a Sanity Check?
I... I don't... the reality of what transpired crashed back down on Lucretcia like the ceiling of the hospital, triumphant feelings forgotten as she realized they were just fighting monsters that shouldn't exist with abilities that shouldn't be possible. This is well beyond my area of expertise, psychology was not one of my majors. Or... she almost chokes on the word as she forces herself to consider the possibilites, paranormal studies...
The most qualified person in the room to deal with this situation was having a mental breakdown, that wouldn't do anyone any good here. He grabbed her shoulders, as gently as possible yet still managaing to provide an iron grip, and foccused her attention on him. "Dr. Santori, I'm sorry about just now. Forget about it. We'll... We'll deal with this craziness later. We need to focus. you need to focus. Those people are either dead or dying and we need you to help them. You can do that, right? Use that medical degree to do more then make grown men cry?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
As she considers, Chelsea manages to lower herself to the ground, showing that her levitation was under her control. "Hey, what do you know! I can fly!"
Even a cursory Heal check by Dr Santori tells her the bodies near the dead aliens are dead as well. Oddly, they seem to have...missing organs? Checking the aliens, she finds they had begun to remove internal organs of the two dead people, with surgical precision.
Alexander wrinkled his nose, that the pair had been harvested of organs. "I very likely do not want to know why they do that," he muttered, "Almost as much as I don't want to have it happen to me." Shaking his head, he looked around.
"OK...I think what we need next is information. Are we the only targets, here? Is this city wide? Nationwide? Are there more people like us, or is everyone asleep and the screwed up this batch of gases?"
Alexander pulled out his phone and tried to connect to facebook. If there was an Alien Invasion it would be all over social networking.
Unfortunately, something still seems to be interfering with phone networks. Then Alexander hits on the idea of checking the hospital's free wifi. Sure enough, there is normal access.
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
There is certainly no mention of this on social media or news sites that Alexander can find with a couple quick searches, leading him to believe it is not incredibly widespread. Of course, if most people are asleep from the gas, that would limit the number of responders significantly.
"OK, it doesn't look like things are too widespread." Keeping the phone out, Alexander looked around at the others. "If it's just this area, we might be able to summon help. It doesn't look like these things are immune to bullets, and the army has an awful lot of those, so they should be able to convince them otherwise."
Considering, he added, "I think we should look around. If we take some photos and movies, I can e-mail them to an old friend. He might be able to get things rolling." The former soldier looked around, trying to see which exit looked most likely.
Looking out the window, Alexander can see a few more of the creatures in the air. None of them seem to be heading this way, but they're definitely scanning the streets for more targets. As before, they seem to be ignoring anyone whom the gas knocked out.
The man, still finding his apparent ability to walk unhindered bizarre, approaches the window when he sees a look in Alexander's eyes. What he see's leaves him feel even more uneasey before as a set of implications strikes him, "Those things are only going after people like us, aren't they? The people that managed to keep standing after the gas hit."
Looking down at his flexing hand, he continues. "Do they... do they have abilities like this too? Is that what they're doing? If the same thing happened to them too, they must not realize they can fight back. We can't sit around hoping this is over soon while people are dying. I can't.... I'm going out there. I encourage the rest of you to do something too."
He goes for the door.
"Perhaps, or perhaps they simply avoided the gas." It was possible to do. Enough gas to get into every space would have flooded most of the city. "Either way, we need to help them. The question is this - do we go out and try hammering those things until they fall down, or is there a better choice? If they have some sort of vehicle or base and we take it out there ability to organize and co-operate will be compromised. My vote is find that, and go all 'Hulk Smash!' on the thing...unless someone has a better plan."
Alexander knelt, checking the bodies again to see if there was any equipment of supplies that might be useful in doing just that. It wasn't likely he'd understand it, but...
Grant rushes out into the street, and makes to jump and strike a close creature.... sailing past and missing his mark by a good hundred feet. Luckily one of the creatures seemed to fly in his path at just the wrong time. Half screaming in terror, he frantically threw a fist into the creature's face parts.
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
action die: 1d6 ⇒ 5 Should *just* meet it's AC.
damage: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
Whether the hit lands or not, he falls gracelessly to the ground below.
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BAM! Grant clocks the Mi-Go with a punch it won't soon forget! He feels a bit of trepidation flying through the air 30' above the pavement, genuine fear as he arcs toward the concrete below, but Grant lands over 100' from the hospital. But his legs do not buckle, and he lands solidly on the street, not far from the Hot Topic store Chelsea left 10 minutes earlier.
1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
1d20 ⇒ 17
As Grant flies into the alien enemies, two of the creatures drop to the ground and cut up more victims, an ice-blaster and a stretchy hero ala Plastic Man. The victims resist unsuccessfully.
Chelsea fires her power at a different alien.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
4d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 2, 4) = 13
Assume there are 4 Mi-Go in the street where you're battling...
Alexander and Lucretcia's actions...
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
4d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 5, 4) = 14
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
4d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 6, 5) = 21
The Doctor's second ray slams into the brink, doing some minor damage to the building, but the first, drops the Mi-Go that Grant hit with a super-punch moments ago.
Man, as a GM, I'm loving this round. You guys are nailing it!
"Or we can charge headlong in and all die horribly," Alexander said as he turned and followed. "I mean, yes, it's a plan, but is it a good plan?" Shrugginh, he wandered out. "Let's find out."
Tracking the strange aliens with a finger, he focused on one and said, "Ok, I am going to try something new - go full River Tam and kill you with my brain." He focused on the creature dying really, really hard.
Mental Blast: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 4, 3) = 14
DC 16 Will Save, please.
One alien, already damaged by Alexander, lashes out at Grant.
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
The creature slashes into Grant, but all its razor sharp claws do is cut a slight groove into Grant's super-tough hide.
A form zips past at high speed, but is ripped to shreds by the other aliens.
30' in the air, the young Asian girl, Chelsea, fires her energy blast at the same one Alexander just attacked.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
4d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 2, 5) = 12
Her shot flies wild.
Alexander, Lucretcia, and Grant's attacks, again. 3 aliens remain in the vicinity.
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Grant rears, still feeling unsteady as he throws a clumsy Haymarket that toss himself around way more then it does to affect the alien being. "Jesus-! Please tell me that was the last surprise I'm going to get..."
Another nine! Not going to use an action point this time, the coolness factor was required for the last one.
Alexander looked at his finger in surprise. Well, that was unexpected. Better than a rifle, almost - some instinct told him that a suitable strength of will could deflect such mental assaults.
He focuses on the one that attacked Grant again. "No, really, die."
Mental Blast (DC 16): 4d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 2, 4) = 14
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
This one staggers, taking only a portion of the mental energy Alexander threw out before shaking off the attack.
Lucretcia considers her targets while the aliens refine their targets to include the powerful specimens recently entering the scene...
In the street, the heroes face three remaining aliens.
One attacks Grant, an obvious target.
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Critical: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Grant feels pain as the creature cuts into him, but the damage is only superficial (3 HP)
The second attacks Chelsea as she hovers in the air above the State Street.
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
The alien fighting Chelsea bounces against her forcefield, but is unable to penetrate it.
Finally, the third flies toward Lucretcia.
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Finally, the alien attacking the MD turned Sorcerer fails to strike its target.
Against Chelsea and Grant, however, the aliens attempt to hold their opponents.
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
While the alien is unable to hold Grant's powerful form, the other one does wrap its "arms" around Chelsea.
Awesome Blow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Awesome Damage: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16
Grant feels something well up inside of him, as he pulls his arm back far and feels his muscles become taught and ready. Then like a gun his fist flies forward, socking the creature in the side careening for the Hot Topic's store window!
In the way damage!: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Mi-Go Will Save:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
The Mi-Go is addled from the Alexander's mental onslaught when Grant's powerful fist lifts him into the air and through the plate-glass window. Heavily injured, bits of glass sticking out of its hide, the creature flies into the air trying to escape, but drawing an attack of opportunity from Grant in the process.
The combined damage from Lucretcia's attack and Chelsea's has injured the final Mi-Go, but it still has some fight left. Slashing out at Lucretcia, the alien...
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
...slices into the doctor painfully. It then attempts to grab her in it's claws for further evisceration, but fails to get a solid grip.
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
Grant wondered if he could recreate his attack a second time. These creatures seemed very mobile if how varried his successful hits have been are an indicator. But he had faith in himself, however strange these new abilities were.
Taking a Few steps forward, he leaped up into the air with his hands brought together behind his head. When he neard the creature on his descents he brought his fists down upon the it's back with immense force, hoping to spike it into the ground below!
Awesome Blow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
Grant's powerful fist finishes off the last of the creatures, leaving the heroes standing alone on a quiet street. Surveying the area, there seem to have been several minor car accidents as people fell asleep at the wheel. The highways were probably much worse, especially if this gas had stretched all the way up to interstate 80 on the north end of Cavelier.
The winds were beginning to disperse the gas in the air.