Ulf looks up at the man and nods, chuckling. "I know it did. Cause, well, you would kill him, if we didn't stop you." Ulf says. It wasn't said in a condemning way; real world, morality is a bit more pliable than in the movies. "Good job."
Ulf lowers his head to look at the ground as he takes a draw on his smoke, letting his hand muffle his voice. "Besides, I need him to survive long enough to make it to his boss."Whom I'm certain will finish him for us. he thinks as an unspoken end to his last sentence.
"Sure." Ulf replies. He will go lean against the wall next to the door to the house, and smoke a cigarette while the rest of this interaction continues until they decide to heed his advice or not.
"Of course there are more questions." Ulf says, finally coming forward. He walks up to the centaur from behind, looking over the machine-man's body with some curiosity and interest. he taps his gun on the metal tire shroud to see if it evokes a reaction from him. Smiling to himself, he reaches with his empty hand and touches the (presumably) leather seat.
Spending one legend and using Vigil Brand on him. I'd like it to not be painful, since it doesn't say about how it feels, but it does leave a brand instead of a glowing mark so I'm thinking it won't get noticed on a black leather motorcycle seat.
A mark appeared burned into the surface of the seat. Ulf had never seen the strange Norse-looking rune, but it looked like the Hagal rune set as the pupil of an eye with a curved bridge as the upper lid. Here's my attempt at drawing it.
He spins the artifact pistol once before holstering it and drawing a pack of cigarettes with the same motion. Holster gun into coat, pull cigs out of coat.
Lighting one up, he steps right in front of the motorcycle-man. "How did he find you?" he starts, exhaling the smoke into the man's face. "Where's your 'local' base of operations?"
After getting those answers, he continues. "What work have they had you do so they would make good on their promise? And tell me about Fornjot Power Associates..."
At the end of everyone's questions he turns to Dustin and mouths "Let him go."
Ulf draws his own gun, something comparable to the biker's desert eagle but greater, and takes aim for a second. When he pulls the trigger, the rainbow bullet lances out from his gun, erupting from the barrel in an iridescent cloud of light. Dustin, mid twist as he's landing from his strike, sees the bullet pass between his body and deflect off of the reflective flat of Dáinsleif's edge with a plink like a ray of light before cracking into the motorcycle-man's head with a BANG
Taking a tick to aim, shooting when Dustin goes. Trick shooter allows me to ignore pesky issues like my own band being in the way of my shots. :)
Marksmanship:12d10 ⇒ (1, 7, 10, 6, 2, 10, 2, 8, 3, 8, 2, 1) = 60+2 auto successes. 9 successes total, not counting any stunt dice. Base Lethal Damage:7d10 ⇒ (10, 9, 5, 7, 9, 9, 8) = 57+2 auto successes. 9 successes before threshold successes.
Weapon is speed 4. Ulf will be just outside by the front door to the house he came out of.
"I'll get the tarp out of the trunk, unless that's where Ola wants to ride. It's going to be day by the time we get back to town." Ulf says. "Unless I was wrong about the whole dwarves turn to stone thing. I'm still figuring out how much myth is reality."
Yoi do find some shipping logs, Ulf. Apparently a company called Fornjot Power Associates shipped an item from here to Colorado. What that item is is not listed.
You do find some correspondence in an Outlook account. A messeage from one rforson@gmail.com to one gforson@gmail.com. Thereis no subject but th sent email reads:
“we found it. On it’s way to you. Will wrap up and return shortly.”
There is no reply.
Ulf will pull a small notebook from his pocket and jot down a copy of this information, including the email addresses, company info, and content of messages. "Got it. We'll need to look into Fornjot Power Associates when we get out of here."
DM Ragnarok wrote:
Cybil responds to your comment, Ulf.
”The way I heard it, we Scions aren’t bound by Fate to Ragnarok, so we might be able to get clearer messages and actually effect things.”
This, of course, is almost exactly what ypu have been told. She continues.
”But since no one seems to object...”
Cybil concentrates on her bowl for a few moments, and then speaks.
”Great, it’s coming through! You can read this in the bowl but I’ll speak it out in case you can’t see...
Lie-smith’s daughter, Aid the Band
Heart replaced by Hero’s hand
Tree and mountain, Twisted fates
Tithe of blood Controls the gates.”
If anyone looks into the bowl, it is clear that Cybil has repeated the words that appeared verbatim. She looks at all of you and grins.
”Lie-smith’s daughter aids the Band! See? I’m meant to help you! Though, I can’t really decipher the rest...”
Ulf will let someone look over Cybil's shoulder (likely Erika), but won't read it himself. Instead he puzzles over the message itself. "Well, the second line could mean that the heart will be replaced by heroes... or that there's a heart we need to trade a hand for, though it could mean it's already been traded. Wasn't there a god that did that?" he asks.
Ulf watches the display and discussion of man-meat and snorts, shaking his head as he filters through the computer's files. "Yep. This is my life now." he mutters.
I'm checking for A: Files detailing any plans they have. B: Marked Calendar events. C: Email or chat correspondence. D: ANYTHING TO DISTRACT ULF FROM PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT DUSTIN'S ROCK HARD SIX PACK.
"Oookay... let's see what we have here..." he says, tapping at the keyboard.
"As a side note, I hope the prophecy thing isn't too set in stone. Otherwise our divine parents might have some problems, Cybil..." he says aloud, not really elaborating beyond that.
"Norse dwarves right?" he thinks for a split second, remembering what he's researched after he found out that myths are reality. "Do they have a problem with sunlight? It's currently (insert time of night here)."
I believe I can by default use Academics, but *could* use investigation with the right reasoning. Such as...
"I have some computer skills." Ulf offers. "I've had to search for background info on customers and different jobs... and research you all, of course." he doesn't seem apologetic about having pried into your lives. "It always pays to come prepared and well-informed."
He will look over the computer and frown. "It's possible that I could figure this out." he mutters, careful to look over everything. "No one's touched this keyboard yet, right?"
I'd like to use my epic perception and the accuracy of my Environmental Awareness knack to allow me to 'read' the keyboard for: Which keys are more worn than others, and of those which keys have more skin oils on them? Otherwise he can push each key and tell which ones have been used more from the spring resistance of the keys. (I don't suspect giants are too gentle with their electronics) From there Ulf could go over the possible combinations of letters and see if something matches.
For future notice, you're more than welcome to whisper while addressing Ulf from across the room, since he will be perfectly capable of hearing you even there. Could be helpful later. Or not. Who knows,
maybe I'll be able to hear your prayers to him later on! ;)
Ulf lets them eat, but does wait expecting an answer to his question.
He looks at Chase quizzically for a moment, before reaching into his coat pockets and producing 5 Cliff protein bars, in assorted flavors.
"Here. Something better than candy on an empty stomach." he says. "Can you tell us why you were here, and what they were doing when they captured you?" he looked the woman in the eyes.
Before continuing on, he stares at the doorway they came through. after a moment he takes his foot and drags iit along the threshold, Activating warning line! Target, Titanspawn.
warning line:10d10 ⇒ (1, 6, 7, 5, 3, 2, 2, 8, 1, 5) = 40 4 successes, so 4 days.
He nods to himself, satisfied.
Ulf will gesture with his gun towards the door. "Some voices coming from in there." he says quietly. He checks his gun again, frowning at it. "Doesn't seem to hit any harder than a normal gun." he mutters.
Ulf hops from the one Troll's head to the far end of the chamber, his legs landing in a squat on the stone wall as he fires another shot before dropping spryly to the ground.
Marksmanship:12d10 ⇒ (9, 3, 4, 9, 10, 6, 9, 4, 3, 4, 6, 8) = 758 successes. Not counting stunt dice or any threshold on the damage roll. Damage Base:7d10 ⇒ (4, 1, 3, 9, 6, 6, 4) = 333 successes...
Ulf leaps forward, one foot landing squarely on a troll's head as he thrusts his gun forward. He balances perfectly on the creatures head, putting a rainbow round into the skull of one of the other trolls. "The big guy's down let's just clear out the grunts!" he exclaims.
Your weapon damage just adds dice. The calculation is:
Strength+Weapon Damage+threshold successes (from attack)+1
Then, you add epic successes from Strength after you roll. Ranged weapons only use:
Weapon Damage+Threshold successes+1
and then use epic perception for extra successes.
Also, Ulf's only got an int of 3. He's just the kind of person who expects the worst situation and plans accordingly. I might need to change his Nature to Architect, now that I've roleplayed him a bit, if that's okay with GM Ragnarok.
Ulf's specialty is noticing things and getting information from what's available to observe. Followed shortly by his marksmanship skills. He's otherwise pretty spread out there, and that's why having a group dynamic is great.
Ulf draws a bead on the Jotun but maintains his trigger discipline.
"Hold it big guy!" he shouts, flicking off the safety.
Beginning the Aim action. Speed 3, DVs -1, can abort on any tick. Each tick spent aiming adds 1 2 dice to my attack roll (Trick Shooter).
EDIT It seems I need to change targets. Don't want to steal thunder.
Ulf will walk into the room, taking note of what his enhanced senses tell him, he leans over and looks down the shaft. is there lighting? How far down does it go?
"Your entry was top notch. Just like SWAT, but with ten times the leg power." he observes. "If we want to try to be subtle we can slide down the cable instead of crank the elevator down."
He tilts his head, listening. "I don't hear any alarms." he says.
Unless it specifically says it has a prerequisite of being a demigod or god, you can technically take from any of the scion books. some ST's may house rule against that, though. My Environmental Awareness knack is from demigod, I believe.
"Whatever it is, it's probably a giant of a man." he answers Erika's statement. "Or woman. The boots are unisex." Ulf doesn't know that giants are real, but the term is an accurate description, so he may be inadvertently correct.
"We might just have to jump it, or you can use your shiny sword to cut the lock off." Ulf says. "I forgot to pack my bolt cutters."
"These prints belong to an enormous person. Heavy too, to create impressions that deep in dry desert earth." Ulf relays to the group. "If he were just standing out there, we'd notice. He'd have to be at least a head and a half taller than Dustin, and that's a lowball estimate."
I know it sounds like I'm trying to kill the fun, but you can't add auto-successes to ability rolls you don't possess dots in. :( They say that since you're unskilled you can't apply your epic abilities properly. There's also a knack that negates this.
"Abandoned, but not forgotten." he says plainly. He was afraid, it was the first time they were in an unusual circumstance, but he still couldn't help but feel somewhat excited. "Let's go in expecting strong resistance."
Detective Jonnson sits quietly throughout the meeting, listening and gathering information. All the questions he felt were needed to be asked had been answered, so he instead used the time to learn more about the group he was working with. When they made the decision to go right then, he sent a simple text to his landlord arranging for Torg to be taken care of.
"Excuse me a minute." he says, standing and walking out to his car. He gets in, drives around and parks it in front of Dustin's house. Getting out, he goes around to the trunk and opens it, pulling out a duffel bag and a backpack. He closes the trunk and trots back to the house and lets himself in.
Setting the duffel bag on the table he unzips it to reveal that it's a go-bag, filled with a few changes of clothes, multi-purpose boots, a police-issue bulletproof vest (slightly used), and a .38 revolver with a half-dozen speed-loaders on a belt holster. In addition, he had about $3000 in cash, a multi-port phone charger with car adapter, a package of foam earplugs and a large plastic bag of toiletries.
"I wasn't sure if I'd need the extra gun, so I packed it." Ulf said plainly. "Found a bag like this once on a case, except it had about 3 kilos of coke in it."
If someone needs the .38, he can lend it to them.
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During the visit to Cold Steel, Ulf will ask if they have anything in silver. Not expecting it, though, he does pick up what they called a Viking Sword. He understood how to hold it and swing, but was an amateur, though his supernatural grace helped mitigate that.
On the car ride, Ulf spends time sleeping, his arms crossed and his chin on his chest. All it would need is a fedora on his head and he'd be a complete stereotype of a movie private eye. The headphones and beats coming out of them, however, contrast the appearance a little.
If anyone wants to ask him questions, they can do so.
Once the car rolls to a stop, he wakes, wipes his eyes and puts on his glasses once more, getting out and joining Dustin in changing clothes. Stripping out of his tie and collared shirt, he pulls the vest on top of his undershirt before donning a gray collared shirt, strapping on the side holster and scabbard, and pulling the trenchcoat back on over it all.
I think we're just going to have to do the tally ourselves since we can't have it add our auto-successes.
Also while Ulf is probably the least powered of the group, he's at least somewhat durable and fast. Though most of you legend 4's can outmatch him, he's got experience and skills to match up.
Ulf holds up a hand, making a visual display of counting the group. "One, two, three, four, five..." He finishes by holding up the index finger of his other hand. "There's one left. The werewolf ties into this, I promise. Just please be patient; I wouldn't think that they're going to be too late to the party."
He smiles. "Once they show, I'll begin the meeting."
"Chloé Marthaler. Thank you for coming to this meeting, please, have a seat if you wish. We were just discussing an encounter I had with a werewolf." he says, his face entirely serious.
He gets up from the seat, refreshes his beer and sits back down. "I ran into it before I met Heimdall, mind you. So all I have is my old thirty-eight and some foul language to sling at it and I was certain that the thirty-eight wasn't going to cut it, so I ducked out and ran my ass off. It gave chase, and it wasn't like some man or simple movie monster. It was fast, moved from ground to walls to the rooftops of the buildings and even barreled through a chain link fence like it was one of those rice paper walls from those foreign flicks."
He sips at his beer. "Chased me right up to the golden gate bridge. That's when I met Heimdall. He scared the werewolf off with a stern look."
Ulf either isn't smitten with the actresses' appearance or has had time to get used to the idea of her being a fellow scion. Maybe he's not a fan of Red Sonja?
The detective shakes his head. "I really need to get myself a stern look like that. Make questioning people easier than ordering pizza."
Ulf shrugs after hearing everyone's conversation wander along. "As far as the old ways go, we have days of the week named after our parents. That's pretty impressive, if you think about it."
To Chase, Ulf gestures offhandedly. "I found out about all this gods stuff shortly after running into a Werewolf. I wish I was kidding." he says, his normally placid expression looking frustrated.
Walking past Dustin and into the living room, she greets Ulf with a genuine smile. ”Ah, d- Mr. Jonnson, what a pleasant surprise! How have you been?”
Dustin Reinhard wrote:
Dustin noted the exchange, surprised.
"Oh, you two know each other?"
Ulf's smile is a genuine one. "Yes. We ran into each other a few times during work." he gives her a wink. "Occupational hazard. I've been good. Adjusting took a year or so, but I was finally in the swing of things... until this-" he gestures to the three of them."-happened. How about you?"
He sits back and smiles, wondering if anyone else knew about the car that just pulled up.
