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"Let me know when you guys are nearly complete. I can add some divine energy to seal any cracks", Theo called to the medical professionals.

"I'll leave Moreau's fate to Unity", Theo states. "Montgomery.." the godling looks down at the drunk stupid human. "I guess that depends on him.
If he minds his manners, and waits for Moreau's next supply boat, he can likely leave. If he decides to cause trouble.."
The Olympian looks around at the remaining eyes in the foliage.
"..it's a jungle out there."

Theo audibly growls a fierce warning. Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 NICE!!!

The godling shoves Montgomery to the ground, then whips his head back and lets out a long, loud roar. Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

"I AM THEO!"
"I took Montgomery's gun! You saw! I shamed him before you! You saw! I have shown mercy! You saw! If he breaks the Law again, he will be taught the Law by you! But I have taught him! You saw! I took his metal claws! You saw!"

"I AM THEO! And I will kill to protect my cubs and pack! I am here to Follow the Law! Attack me, I will fight and kill you! Be my friend! Show mercy! And I will call you pack!"

The Olympian circles around, looking deep into the trees the match the eyes that now stare at him. Diplomacy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (11) + 17 = 28

"WHAT SAY YOU!"

The Olympian's grip on the gun strengths in his anger.
"Montgomery. If you do some that stupid again, I will shove this gun so far up your a$$, you'll spit bullets! Do. You. Understand!!"
Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

I would Theo to use his godling strength and crush the gun with his bare hands, ala Superman.

Strength Check + Physical Avatar: 1d20 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 3 = 20

Graple + Physical Avatar: 1d20 + 7 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 5 + 3 = 31
Grapple to disarm + Physical Avatar: 1d20 + 7 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 5 + 3 = 27

Theo wants to wrestle the gun away from Montgomery, what dies he need to roll?

Theo washes as well, in case his divine healing is needed.

Theo runs up to the others. "Then go back and save her. We'll stay here. ALL of us!" The Olympian looks hard at Montgomery.

"And I have access to divine healing energies. I will share them if needed." Diplomacy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (19) + 17 = 36

The godling, and everyone in the hut hears the gunshot.
"Oh crap!" Theo says. "Everyone stay here. I'll go investigate. Everyone stay down."

Drawing The Angelsword, The Olympian leaves the hut to see who go injured.

"So what do you guys do to pass the time here?" Theo asks the Beastmen. "Any hobbies?" Diplomacy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (15) + 17 = 32

"Best stay here guys", Theo recommended to the gathered beast men. "I'm sure if the Doctor needs help, he'll let us know."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (10) + 17 = 27

"Okay", Theo concedes. "It is His Will."

"Sayer", Theo asks, stepping forward.
"The Law says you do not eat fish. Does The Law allow for climbing of trees to harvest food, or for fun? What does The Law allow you to eat?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (17) + 17 = 34

Theo side-eyes the others. "My exalted Uncle Dionysus would LOVE this place! But then, he always liked pirates into dolphins, so."

Theo repeats the Law, frowning slightly at the thought of not eating fish. The godling is sure the fishing on the island must be great fun.

Once The Olympian gets the rhythm of the song, he casts ghost sounds as a backup track. Diplomacy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23

"Not to go on all-fours; that is the law", The Olympian repeats, clearly not having any issue with The Law. "You guys are a fun group."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (10) + 17 = 27

"Greetings to you", Theo steps forward. "I am a Man. I am Theo. We are visiting your island home. We want to speak to Dr. Moreau, when he is ready. Will you please tell us The Law?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (9) + 17 = 26

Theo, accustomed to the strange and unnatural at this point in his career, smiles back at the eyes.
"Yeah. Just enjoying the wonderful scenery. I bare you no ill will, if you do not bare us ill will. Please. Don't be shy. I'd like to meet you all." Diplomacy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (4) + 17 = 21

"Unity, I'll back whatever play you wanna run", Theo nods at his chimeric friend, patting his shoulder.

"Pendick! Calm down!" The big warrior warns his fellow castaway. "These are our friends. Unity won't bite you unless you give a reason." Diplomacy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (16) + 17 = 33

"How's my 'little girl'?" The Olympian asks the Bombshell.

"Why that sounds delightful", Theo smiled and offered his arm to Henri as they walk out of the hut.

"Thank you very much", Theo smiles, as the food is served.

Theo looks around at the dirty huts. "Oh! No problem! Watch this."

The godling casts token spell as many times as needed to clean the huts to pristine conditions.

"Uh, yep", Theo agrees, rocking on his heels. "Doctor Moreau. French, I think."

"Ahoy!" The Greek warrior waved from the boat. "This island doesn't have cyclops on it, does it?" The godling flashed a joking, winning smile.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (17) + 17 = 34

Theo nods. "Alright, Unity. We'll play it your way. Slip away when you can, and we'll join the story proper."

"Well, making an entrance might be better than being discovered", Theo ponders aloud. "We got nothing to hide. Unity, what do you think?"

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
The Olympian draws The Angel Sword and levels it at the two starving men.
"Oh no, you don't!!"
Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"You don't think he made it to the island ahead of us, did he?" The godling asks.

Tarren the Dungeon Master wrote:

Henri Patineur wrote:

Henri nods, suspicions confirmed.

”Any idea which way might lead to land? Has anyone seen Unity?”

"Unity? Who's she?" asks one.

"There are more of you?" worries the other.

“Why are you assuming they’re a she? And come to think of it, why am I assuming all of the animal parts are male?”

"It's the deep, growly voice, I imagine", Theo answers.

”We don’t have food for all of you,” says one starving man, eyeing Theo hungrily.

”Tell them to stay back,” says the other starving man, holding one hand behind his back.

"No problem guys", The Olympian nods. "but we are gonna hang on to the boat so we don't drown. Fair?"

Theo figures the scared look is natural, considering how they entered this world. The godling will swim up to the boat.
"Hello, folks. Which way is land from here?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (10) + 17 = 27

Theo swims his way to the boat, occasionally looking back to make sure the others are following him. Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

Theo just pulls his body into a dive as he falls in the water below.
Athletics: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 26

”Look, I know it’s awful here. I’m not going to stay. Even being Big Brother is awful; everyone wants to take my place. But, if this works, the Canonites are going to be overwhelmed. Metaphorically, they will throw themselves against the walls of my fortress. And, while they are busy, my people will liberate the Great Library and I will be allowed to go home. Unity, if you want to help, here’s what you can do: When you’re in Moreau, let the Canonites know you’re there. You’ll be gone before they can get there, but it will keep them busy. And, Theo, just be yourself.”

"Naturally", the godling smirks.

"I could eat", The Olympian smiles, rubbing his belly.

”These people will suffer whether we are here or not, and, yes, we kind of need to be here,” says Moore. ”When the Canonites start pulling copies of 1984 off the shelf of all the libraries of all the worlds looking for me, do you think people are going to stand for it? We have to make our stand here. You can’t censor 1984 without a fight! It’s also the perfect place to train my agents. I’ve got 200 Revolutionary Fictionauts in 1984’s London doing their training. Half of them have been looking for you to show up so we could pull you in as soon as possible. But, I am sorry I had to make myself so hard to find. I hope you at least enjoyed fighting Martians?”

Leaning against the armrest, Theo realized Doc Moore was right. "Yeah. It WAS fun! And the more I think of it, it does make sense to make your stand here in 1984. Congratulations. And well done."

"Yeah. What's up, Doc!" Theo says like an old cartoon rabbit, as he sits down in one of the chairs.

"Honestly. Yellow bricks I can handle. Kill flying monkeys. Throw water on the evil witch. Bang the good witch and go home", Theo comments.

A barely recognizable London starts to be visible in the distance. It's bleak and dark except for the four gleaming white buildings that rise above it.

Theo looks out the car window, gazes up and the four skyscrapers and makes a sour look.

Anything you want to do before you roll into London? How drunk does Theo get? You have 2 hours in the limo.

HOW DARE YOU!! Theo has partied with Dionysus on several occasions. The Olympian is no lightweight!

"I'm not", The Olympian smiled at the brandy bottle. "Glasses or just pass it around?"

The Olympian gives Nissa a questioning look, hand on The Angel Blade.

"I'm clueless on what's going on", Theo admits. "Just point out who I need to slice, and I'll do my best to follow along."

"And if They want to take my x-rated thoughts? They'll have to pry them from my porn-ridden hands!" The Olympian said defiantly.
After a few seconds, Theo adds, "um..that sounded cooler in my head."

"Oh sh|t! I spoke too soon!" The Olympian shifting trying to hold on to something.

"Nice driving, Henri!" The godling shouted from the back.

Strength + Physical Avatar: 1d20 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 3 = 17
Theo starts scooping up non-moving prisoners and hoisting them on his shoulder. "Where?!" The godling said, pertaining to the prisoners.