There are plenty of trees to take cover behind, and the van and observation tower, all within a move action of most of you.
Prue sighs, any hopes of a diplomatic approach blasted away by the other's weapons, and they didn't even stop the alert. She hurries forwards to take cover behind the van, pointedly not looking at it's decorations too closely and lines up her shot for the sound of approaching feet.
We can keep the same initiative and treat this as one continuous, long combat. Several rounds of holding or readying actions pass.... So if anyone wants to do anything taking a few rounds, feel free to do so now.....
The first wave of reinforcements comes into view through the trees--twenty dirty-looking people, most of them bearded men between the ages of adolescence and mid-forties, armed for the most part with clubs fashioned from table legs or baseball bats. Some wear caps or visors, some have sunglasses on, some wear T-shirts or fishing vests, while others go shirtless. Some have decorated their bodies with scars or tattoos of disturbing aspect. One has tied together the pigtails of a small girl's decaying head and wears it like a grisly necklace. A few others are wearing what appear to be tattered masks made from the skin of human faces.
Prue's shot takes one of the men wearing a human-skin mask in the chest, causing him to scream, but he does not fall.
The men are channeled through a choke point formed by the entrance from the road of South Lido Park, a 15-ft-wide paved road barricaded by a long steel gate, and framed by rows of palm trees and parking posts.
Team Lido's front line stands about 160 ft away, separated by relatively level terrain--about 40 ft of white sand with palm trees here and there, a vandalized work van (tires missing and windows busted out), and a volleyball net, then about 40 ft of ground carpeted with pine needles from the pine trees shading several picnic tables and grills, and then about 80 ft of sand-and-shell parking lots.
/Expecting a volley of readied ranged attacks from everyone else in the initiative order....
Then Prue is in the watchtower, and does indeed have a superior view of the action.
Prue can see a cul-De-sac and a broad paved street stretching north from the entrance gate where the band of club-wielding men are passing through a gap between the entrance gate and a tall royal palm tree, two abreast.
A forest of pines, palms, Cyprus, and mangroves stretches along the east side of the paved street, with power line poles and street lights at intervals of about 100 ft, while on the west side, beachfront hotels form a towering barrier between the street and the white sand of Lido Beach.
Both lookouts lie motionless on the deck floor of the watchtower, their life's blood pumping out of them from the wounds of bullets and chakram.
Mephos also climbed the tower.
edit: since he has time Mephos will CDG the lookouts.
Kinyama hides behind the van readying to fire his revolver.
Koran also hides behind the van readying himself to charge.
Mephos also climbed the tower.
edit: since he has time Mephos will CDG the lookouts.
Mephos quickly finishes off both guards. A battered acoustic guitar lies on the deck, and each man was armed with a hunting rifle. Both wore shorts, and their pockets clearly bulge with something.
Mephos takes a look in those pockets.
Koran also hides behind the van readying himself to charge.
[dice=prepared action to charge as soon as he has a strait line of 120ft or less]1d20+8
[dice=damage]3d6+8
Koran dashes to meet the first of the dirty, bearded men, and a heavy blow of his massive hammer caves in the man's face, dropping him lifeless to the pavement.
Koran now stands within reach of two more men, and can clearly see another seventeen funneling through the gap or about to jump over the 3-ft-high steel gate or go around the trees.
Mephos takes a look in those pockets.
He would have plenty of time to remove the 40 or so rounds of ammo in each man's pockets--80 bullets total, worth a gp each, plus 2 rifles.
Kinyama hides behind the van readying to fire his revolver.
[dice=prepared action to fire revolver when they get within 60ft]1d20+1
[dice=damage]1d8+4
At the moment, the nearest men are still about 120 ft away from the back of the van.
Grimm takes cover behind the van as well and throws one of his volatile liquid grenades when some of the men are within range.
A Gatling gun would come in handy. They are pretty rare though. That creepy necklace makes me feel better about offing these jerks. Grimm ponders.
I should have followed Prue to the tower. We shouldn't bunch up though.
Grimm takes cover behind the van as well and throws one of his volatile liquid grenades when some of the men are within range.
They seem likely to rush the van in the next round, and most will be in range for a bomb at that point....
Indeed. Five rounds pass between the sounding of the air-horn and the arrival of this mob of grizzled, club-wielding goons, so Dr Grimm can time imbibing the mutagen accordingly.
Rad backpedals 30 ft back from the van and pulls Traveler from his holster. Aiming for the funnel where the men are arriving, he spins the cylinder until a small red bullet is the next feed.
Taking aim, he fires beyond Koran into the crowd.
[Move: 30 ft away from the group.]
[Standard: Cast Burning Hands through the revolver.]
Reflex DC 15 for half.
Right before the mob arrives, Grimm drinks a special concoction made from a formula he retained from his D.O.D. job.
He will lob the liquid grenade, and then prepare to attack with the morningstar from his father's medieval weapon collection.
"Oh my God! Omigod! Omigod! Here they come, boys, take 'em out!"
Kate dashes to the watchtower and climbs to join Mephos and Prue at the top.
She stays near enough to keep everyone on Team Lido within range of her miraculous healing power, and clutches her big stick tightly.
Right before the mob arrives, Grimm drinks a special concoction made from a formula he retained from his D.O.D. job.
He will lob the liquid grenade, and then prepare to attack with the morningstar from his father's medieval weapon collection.
Dr Grimm feels the concoction spreading quickly through his bloodstream, causing muscle fibers to expand monstrously, thickening his skin to a scaly hide, and taking hold of his senses and thoughts, neurotransmitters devoted to instinct and primal urges clouding his usually sharp mind.....
Rad backpedals 30 ft back from the van and pulls Traveler from his holster. Aiming for the funnel where the men are arriving, he spins the cylinder until a small red bullet is the next feed.
Taking aim, he fires beyond Koran into the crowd.
[Move: 30 ft away from the group.]
[Standard: Cast Burning Hands through the revolver.]roll 1d4 Reflex DC 15 for half.
Reflex save
Reflex saveReflex save
A gout of flame erupts from the red bullet, blistering three of the foremost men, and eliciting screams of pain and fear.
"Fresh meat!" shouts a man wearing another man's face for a mask.
"Grits n' eggs!" screams a second man.
"I get the girl!" shouts the man wearing a child's head as a necklace.
The club-wielding goons clamber through the gap between the driving entrance and the row of trees that frame the park, converging around Koran, and swinging their table-legs and baseball bats with wild abandon.
Attack damage
Attack damage
Attack damage
The tall Koran evades three attacks in quick succession, but feels the air brush his face as the clubs come whistling around, and smells the stink of rotten meat and unwashed bodies exuded by this mob of deranged survivors.
Club-wielding cannibals
Mephos
Koran
Kinyama
Prue
Grimm
Radsworth
Kate
Lakra
Mephos shoots at one of the cannibals (-2 range)
Koran screams a blood curdling battle cry and his muscles seem to bulge with power. He swing a mighty over hand blow at another of the cannibals.
Mephos shoots at one of the cannibals (-2 range)
[dice=attack]1d20+1[dice=damage]1d8
The bolt finds the throat of the screaming man who was hit by Prue's bullet and blistered by Rad's magic bullet, putting an end to his misery; he falls to the ground silent.
kinyama runs forward 60ft and readies an action to shoot the first one to enter within 40ft of him.
Koran screams a blood curdling battle cry and his muscles seem to bulge with power. He swing a mighty over hand blow at another of the cannibals.
[dice=attack]1d20+8[dice=damage]3d6+12
The head of the hammer smashes the skull of the man wearing the child's-head necklace like a rotten pumpkin, filling the air with an explosion of blood and brain matter. Now seventeen cannibals remain, dancing wildly and jockeying for position to swing at Koran.
kinyama runs forward 60ft and readies an action to shoot the first one to enter within 40ft of him. [dice=attack]1d20+1[dice=damage]1d8+4
Kinyama now stands halfway between the back of the van and the park entrance, about 60 ft from the mob of cannibals yet.
** spoiler omitted **
Having positioned himself behind a palmetto about 30 ft from the park entrance with a light crossbow (he was given as a gift on his last birthday by Hell-No Kitty), Lakra silently assassinates a bearded man wearing a Jagermeister T-shirt, sending a bolt into his carotid artery.
16 cannibals remain.
Before rushing out to assist Koran, Grimm discharges his heavy crossbow, hopefully into the face of one of these creeps and then he will grab his morningstar to assist Koran in cleaning up this "mess", courtesy of his nefound strength and armor.
Then grabs morningstar to engage horde.
Before rushing out to assist Koran, Grimm discharges his heavy crossbow, hopefully into the face of one of these creeps and then he will grab his morningstar to assist Koran in cleaning up this "mess", courtesy of his nefound strength and armor.
[dice=Attack]1d20+3
[dice=Damage]1d10Then grabs morningstar to engage horde.
Grimm's bolt punches in to the fletching in a fat guy's eye, dropping him.
The crossbow falls to the sand as Grimm unslings his morningstar, a surge of bestial bloodlust heating his limbs and reddening his vision.
15 cannibals remain.
Prue!!!
Eeeek! Eeeeeeek!!!
I could use a good punk rock anthem from my youth for an adrenaline boost right now. Odd how Dave Brubek's Time Out would also work here. I REALLY want to hurt something. The formula must be very potent. Glad I wrote it down.
Prue frowns distractedly at Mephos as he finishes the two unconscious and likely dying lookouts. "Was that really necessary?"
She quickly turns her attention back to the horde of murderers below, training her sights on one of the burned cannibals unless there is another decorated more atrociously like the one wearing child parts.
I could use a good punk rock anthem from my youth for an adrenaline boost right now. Odd how Dave Brubek's Time Out would also work here. I REALLY want to hurt something. The formula must be very potent. Glad I wrote it down.
The strains of Time Out erupt with startling clarity in Grimm's mind as an unforeseen audio hallucinatory effect of the admixture kicks in, seemingly tied to the desire to lay waste to these ragged losers and give them the merciful escape of a swift death at the end of his antique Morningstar.
Prue frowns distractedly at Mephos as he finishes the two unconscious and likely dying lookouts. "Was that really necessary?"
She quickly turns her attention back to the horde of murderers below, training her sights on one of the burned cannibals unless there is another decorated more atrociously like the one wearing child parts.
[dice=Rifle (vs touch)]1d20+61d8
The burnt man stops squealing when Prue's bullet gives him the mercy of a headshot, filling the air with a fine red mist.
Radsworth sidesteps a bit, looking for a target he can catch that isn't swarming in melee. His jaw drops as Koran wades into the fray, swinging recklessly and laughing off the crazed cannibals.
"Good god. I don't know if I have enough bullets for that one..if it came to it!"
vs Touch AC.
Radsworth sidesteps a bit, looking for a target he can catch that isn't swarming in melee. His jaw drops as Koran wades into the fray, swinging recklessly and laughing off the crazed cannibals.
"Good god. I don't know if I have enough bullets for that one..if it came to it!"
roll 1d20 +3 vs Touch AC.
Unfortunately this is very relevant to the above post. first off in case it wasn't apparent Koran raged in his last post. This is his will (DC 9) save due to uncontrollable rage.
Kate weeps for the hateful sight she sees down at the park entrance--a scene of slaughter and aggression.
Why did it have to be like this? I'd rather it was a giant asteroid than like this. This is way too slow, too cruel!