Escaping Reality (IC)

[Curious]

It was a cool day in Vancouver city, grey clouds wrapping about the city in an ominous shroud, diffusing the pale sunlight. In the streets, civilians shuffled about as they had for all their lives, unconcerned with the possibility that their comfortable lives would ever change. But for weeks now, news had come from around the globe, of strange phenomenon that should not be. Strange and horrible things were being seen that could not be unseen; hazy videos of walking corpses and dazed victims that claimed to be possessed by unnatural forces. Dismissed as hoaxes at first, these strange occurrences have become more and more common, until the world is almost ready to believe.

There are some few within the city who have already recognized the change that has come over the world; these are the ones who have the luck or mental fortitude to enforce their will over the powers that are offered to them. The change is not limited to they alone, however. For days now, a low hum has been audible, just below the edge of hearing, to everyone in the world. Animals have grown agitated, barking and hissing madly, and people grow irritable at something they cannot quite grasp. Those who have already attuned themselves to their powers, felt nothing. Then, at precisely seven fifty-two in the morning, on a cloudy Sunday morning, the change occurred.

At first, nothing seemed out of place, but the adjustment had been made. The first discovery came when an unfortunate woman looked down to see her thumbs twiddling in an odd manner, and caught a face-full of fire. In every group or crowd there soon came screams as more of the magic manifested, giggling creatures and stuttering power sighing through the air. As new powers spun out of control, madmen suddenly gifted with power leaped at their chance, sensing that murder and death would enhance their abilities further. From bloody basements and buried homes, walking corpses arose, dragging themselves into the streets with burning fires in their eyes. And all across the world, the same scenario played itself out across every city, every hamlet, everywhere you could hide or run.

Magic was in the air.

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Although any location may be chosen for your character to enter, here are a few notable events happening around the city as events begin to unfold:

Vancouver International Airport has been blockaded by several squads of police, who open fire on any who attempt to access the building or planes.

Massive riots have broken out in Surrey and Coquitlam, as hordes of terrified people are assaulted by man-made monsters and arcane might they have never dreamed of.

Everywhere in the city, ensorceled servants and rogue magicians run wild, killing and maiming for the advancement of their abilities, entire groups of organized spell-casters emerging as if from nowhere to rage against humanity.

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Any dice-rolls should be posted in the proper thread: http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=10505138#post10505138

After posting anything significant, please send a short status report, including such things as location and health status, via PM to Chrisrawr, who has kindly volunteered to keep a checklist of character status.

And lastly. . . Have fun! :smallamused:

[Sinpoder]

Gaberial

Gaberial was sitting in one of the many cafes in Vancover, sitting in the back in the dark but he could see everything that was going on in that cafe. As he drank his Moutain Drew, his eyes looked from side to side and he saw many people making online purchases from there laptops. " Well lets have some fun.

Gaberial then took out his laptop, and he started to put in all three of the passwords it took to get into his computer with computer programmer speed as he got on to the internet. He then managed to quickly locate someone with the weakest system from the outside as he started to hack them to steal all there information.

Finding the computer on the internet is a DC 10 and I have a +11 so I am going to take 10 on that one.

[roll0] for the real hacking.

[Kobold-Bard]

Mike Koboldbardinson

Just his luck. Mike had been away from home, away from his bug out bag and assorted swords when the change had happened. He was stuck in Vancouver, unable to get back home to the UK when he spontaneously developed Telepathy & Magic.

Fortunately he had been building towards a career in the military within the next year and so had but significant effort into improving his "dealing with crazy stuff" skills. So he was doing much better than many were. That & he had planned what he would do if he got super powers a million times, he was perfectly ok.

So Mike was doing what he always did; mooching around incident sites, making sure he stayed off of police radars, but looking for others who might be changed.

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Does he see anyone?

[chrisrawr]

Tetra Red

Running across the rooftops of Surrey, Tetra relies on little more than his ears to guide him towards the mayhem, eyes focused on the shingles and slats ahead. "Monsters," he mutters to himself between breaths, "Monsters, are definitely, bad for business- WHUP!" A leap across a narrow gap in the uniform peak of the houses brings him within view of the Surrey Museum.

[Volthawk]

David Breen

David sits in the lobby in his hotel, watching the initial news coming in, thinking.

Huh, looks like its spreading. Not good. Thankfully my dad's so paranoid. And rich. That helps ease things along. In any case, at least I'm armed. I guess I'd be able to make some guns, but this is easier. Now...the situation. Perhaps I should find the other Artificers and Engineers, get us making things in more unison, become a power, get some benefits from this. And I guess we'll need some combat people, to protect us, since nobody's at full potential yet, too low a level. And since this is new, no candles to worry about. Eh, I guess I may as well have a look at these riots. Perhaps getting these monster creators on side will help.

David goes to his room.

Right. I guess I'll bring the revolver, obviously. And then...the light sticks, some binos, the GPS, some of this, some of this....ah. The explosives. Well, I guess there's no point leaving them around here...

He slings everything into his pack, before heading out to Surrey, his hand holding his revolver in his pocket.

[Amador]

Andrew Willimsworth

Andrew was still in Montana when the first reports were coming from around the world. He, like everyone else, dismissed the reports of magic and walking dead as hoaxes. Andy was busy preparing for a conference where he would be the key-note speaker. He developed his powers in the following days, and now is 3 days into a ruined week-long convention.
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Andrew woke that morning in his hotel room, looking out the windows he saw the fires and effects of mayhem. "This looks like a good time to find a better place to stay." he said to himself. Andrew went down to the lobby to find a map of the city. He calls in to work and asks for an extended on-call vacation.

He then packs everything he has checks out of the hotel and drives through town towards Westham Island. "I hope noone crazy is out there yet." he says while driving. He turns on the radio to public service channel and listens to government updates of the crisis while he drives. Just before crossing the bridge he buys $100 of gas ~30 gallons in 10 gallon containers.

I avoid the areas of monsters and magic as I drive from Burnaby to Ladner. Once onto Westham, I drive to the bird reserve and buy some bird seed. Using this as a lure I chill touch any birds that come close enough to me into negatives, then Fell Animate Inflict Light wounds to zombify them. I'm assuming that the birds are not eagles or hawks and therefor become 1/2 HD zombies. I animate 4 birds then head for the house on Tim Rd. and Westham Rd.

I inform the occupant(s) that I am seeking shelter from the mayhem in Vancouver prior to dealing negative energy damage until they are dead then claim the house as my own. I spend the rest of the day using my zombies to help me gather what I can from the shore line to build a barricade near the bridge, making it impossible to drive though at speed. If anyone tries to come out to the Island I greet them with the information that "Westham Island is off limits to civilians at the moment.". Should anyone official come by, I'll deal with them specifically.

After narrowing the road to a one-lane, I park one of the cars that is in front of my new house across the road. Then I find some rope in the boating clubhouse next to the bridge, find some paint in a garage and hike to the mainland end of the bridge. I hand a sign at this end of the bridge that says "WESTHAM ISLAND IS CLOSED!! CRAFTERS WELCOME."

EDIT: When I finish the barricade looks something like this:

http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd511/LordAmador/BarricadeDay1-1.png

[Urist]

Matthew Stone

The radio in the room was blaring. Matthew did his best to tune it out. His meditation was almost complete, and power was coalescing into a hard, crystalline mass in his forehead. But suddenly, as Matthew was rising from the floor, he heard a few words on the radio: "Riots in Surrey". "A perfect time to put my powers to the test. Maybe even meet some other Gifted.". These thoughts concluded, Matthew rose, concealing his weapons on his person, and walked out his room, out of the bed and breakfast, and towards Surrey.

[Lokey57]

Lawrence Swain

The best of plans go awry due to unforeseen circumstances and the whims of fate. Such were the thoughts that ran through Lawrence's mind as he found himself couped up in his humble apartment as he watched processions of rogue wizards, spell casters and such run amok through the streets, blasting each other, commoners, and what not. Idiots really, so he thought. Given how squishy they were at level 1, most of them would probably end up dying before they ended up gaining enough exp to at least level 2. Having D4 and D6s as HP die didn't help them much, that was for sure. Yet...although idiots they were, that didn't change the fact that enough level 1 magic missles would still end up killing him even if he was less squishy.

Thus...what to do? Running out into the chaos was a bit suicidal, and he didn't exactly have a car to hit and run like some people were doing. If he had allies though...that'd be a different story. Yet...who to find, who to trust, and who to farm for exp?

Conflicted as he watched another group of wizards kill each other with Evocation spells...such fools, specializing in evocation of all things, didn't they know Power Word Pain was much better?..Lawrence paces in his apartment for a bit until he notices a screwdriver he had left around...and remembered the old lady next door and her irritable tabby cat. Well, a Level 1 commoner was still experience right? And a cat at this level...a nice tiny bit. Yes...they were. A grin widening onto his face..Lawrence would take his gear and set out next door...

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Dismantling the doorknob to his neighbor's door, and letting himself in...Lawrence would begin to almost have second thoughts for a moment as he found himself creeping up on the defenseless form of the old lady...his now sharpened katana in hand. Was this really alright?... Murdering someone in their sleep for the personal gain of power...staining his hands with blood simply for that tiny chunk of exp? Would his conscious let him live it down?...

Hesitating for a moment as he stood by the woman's bedside, Lawrence would mull things over...his conscience...conflicted for a moment. It was one thing to defend himself with the blade...but to murder an innocent...

As a stray magical bolt shattered the window next door though...such debilitation would stop, especially as the woman had begun to stir from the noise. Logic? If the world was going to hell anyway at this point, innocents would die either way. If innocents are going to die anyway...might as well get the exp myself then let anyone else have it. Thus as the lady begin to stir...the last thing she would ever see would be the gleam of a blade swinging down...*Schplut*...as her head was separated from her body with a quick slice. Then a spin around and a charge at the cat...*Schink*...would end that as well. A bit of exp, some alignment points toward evil...good with bad, not shabby at all. Now for the next bit...scouring the apartment for resources. He had been neglient on shopping after all. And if he could remember whether or not the old lady had a car...that would be nice.

[Reficule]

Laura Wheeler
"Hello class"

Ms. Wheeler, chemistry teacher, looked around the room at her class. Not everyone was there, as to be expected considering the situation, but there were enough.

"As i'm sure you all have noticed, I have set up an activity for today. Considering recent events it is important for all of you to get used to the world we now live in. Therefore we will be spending today attempting to make a potion called Alchemist's Fire."

She gestures at the amateur lab she has set up before class.

"Instructions are on the table, and I will also be working with you."

[UndeadCleric]

Jason

Jason had been waiting for this day, praying that it would happen in his lifetime. It was all he was all he had been hoping for; some adventure, a purpose, something to feel good about. There was a whole world of opportunity opening up. It was time to learn!

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The first thing Jason notices when he gets up is the chaos the streets have become. I'm sure that even the backstabbers are being backstabbed. I wouldnt be nearly safe enough to be comfortable if I headed out now. Better make some precautions. He doesnt leave his room until noon, spending an hour meditating and 2-3 hours pouring over books and scribing numerous scrolls.
2 checks per scroll
6 cure light wound scrolls: 1*1*25=150 base price, 75 to craft.
2 goodberry scrolls: 1*1*25=50 base price, 25 to craft.
UMD checks for CLW:
[roll0]
[roll1]

[roll2]
[roll3]

[roll4]
[roll5]

[roll6]
[roll7]

[roll8]
[roll9]

[roll10]
[roll11]

UMD checks for goodberry:

[roll12]
[roll13]

[roll14]
[roll15]
Once he feel satisfied with his safety, he will head out for Surrey to see what he can find. Jason will keep an eye out for anything unusual, whether it is a caster, a monster or a magic item stall. There are a few trinkets he want to grab. At the first indication of danger, he will go into a bathroom for some privacy and safety and begin infusing his weapon.
Weapon augmentation, personal:
Bane, human

[Curious]

Gaberial:
Using your mad skills (:smallbiggrin:), you manage to easily bypass the meager firewalls of a fellow customers computer, slipping into his personal information. With a moments work, you are able to divert the five hundred dollars within his bank account into an anonymous account of your own, completing the transaction with the ease of long practice. After this, you decide to amuse yourself at the poor suckers expense, and begin reading through his e-mails. You don't find much of interest, although there is one hilarious story about how he accidentally got himself stuck inside a roll-up mattress.

As you click away at your laptop, you notice a sudden scraping sound at the entrance to the cafe. If you turn to look, you notice a dead-eyed woman staring through the glass for a moment, before she lifts a small handgun, and fires, shattering the window with a cacophonous explosion. Someone screams.


Mike:
Mike, having always had an ear for trouble, quickly manages to locate the area of greatest disturbance within the city; Surrey. Hunting packs of undead and enchanted citizens stalk the area, pulling down and killing anyone they can find. Police cars blaze through the area, sirens blaring, as they attempt to react to the hundreds of incidents across the city. As you pass the Public Market on King George street, you notice dozens of police firing at the broad building, occasionally ducking as pot shots are returned from behind barricaded windows.


Tetra:
As you race across the rooftops, you finally come into view of the museum. It is noticeably untouched by the conflict raging through the city. The broad glass front, flanked by a stand of pillars, looks largely intact, with only one shattered panel breaking the smooth plane. Numerous cars are parked haphazardly around the front, abandoned save for one, where a man lies silently, half in and half out of the front door.


David:
As you force your way through the clogged streets of the city, wandering in the general direction of Surrey, you encounter a police blockade across the Fraser River bridge, a line of blue and white cars stubbornly parked across the road. Three police officers stand in front of it, handguns held firmly in place as a tall man garbed in a blue houserobe yells at them.
"Listen!" He shouts. "You can either move out of the way, or I'm going to do it for you!"
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to evacuate the premises." A young cop states firmly, raising his pistol. "We have orders not to allow access to the bridge at this time."
The man snorts arrogantly. "Ok, you know what? Fine! We'll do this the hard way!" With a strange wave of his hand, the man suddenly draws out a large knife. The police group all raise their weapons, ready for violence, and then freeze as the man begins to grow. Laughing madly, the mans body engorges swiftly, growing to twice his former height. With a quick cry of rage, the man leaps at the cops, huge knife raised high.

*Make a spot check.


Andrew:
You make your way quickly through the streets, noticing little of the trouble that plagues the rest of the city; perhaps the undead haven't reached here yet? Regardless, as you cross over onto the island of Westham, you stop quickly to buy some bird seed and create a few undead servants, which begin flying clumsily around you as you walk. After reaching the house on Westham road, you knock carefully on the door. A frightened man answers,


Matthew:
As you stalk purposefully out of the bed and breakfast joint, your pistol slips momentarily out of your pocket, allowing a glimpse of it to passers-by.
"Hey, hey!" An voice cries out. "What the hell are you doing with that thing!" As you turn to view the enraged person, you are met by the beady eyes of a corpulent man, wearing a sweaty shirt and jeans, who quickly grasps your arm in a tight grasp
"What do you think you're doing with that thing, eh young man?" He asks pointedly.
"I think you'd better give that to me."


Lawrence:
Dastardly and evil thoughts on your wicked mind, you sneakily pick away at your ancient neighbors lock, easily gaining entrance to the old biddies apartment. With but a moments work, you separate the sleeping womans head from her body, and then dice her snarling cat to ribbons mere seconds later. Feelings of remorse set aside, you quickly search the small home for valuables. Although at first there appears to be little of value, after a few minutes of hard searching you hit the jackpot; a small cache of money, some hundred dollars, and a delicate necklace of gold and diamonds.


Laura:
The students took to work with the enthusiasm and verve that teenagers reserve only for blowing things up, and quickly throw together as many ingredients as possible. Unfortunately, in their enthusiasm, they miss a crucial piece of the recipe, and the Alchemists Fire fizzles, burning a hole through one of the tables.

Jason:
Deciding that discretion is the better part of valor, you decide to wait out the chaos while scribing defensive scrolls for yourself, thinking ahead. After whiling away the hours in your room, you finally decide that the streets are safer, and head on out. You notice that the streets are now mostly barren, devoid of people, most having fled or hidden themselves in this part of the city. Numerous store windows are smashed open; definite signs of looting. as you stare at the devastated city, however, you hear a strange, scraping sound. As you glance down the street, you witness an odd sight. A stone gargoyle, looking like it had torn its way free of some Gothic bank, paced slowly down the street, towing two limp humans in either hand. Raising its head, it slowly began to scan the barren street, its stone eyes seeming to search for something.

[Forum Explorer]

F.E.

F.E. frowned at the news on the radios and internet. Didn't these idiots know that such rash actions would cause horrible backlash in the future when the dust settles? They might even cause a magical coldwar that could destory the planet. F.E. shaked his head sadly, why must every good thing be tainted by the stupid and reckless? In any case its time to work.

F.E. headed out of his dorm onto the University campus. First stop was the medival weapons club he was a part of where F.E. picked up his weapons from storage. He also gathered the other members around. I'm sure your all aware of the chaos that has sprung up and I'm sure many of you have new powers. If we join that chaos the University our home will burn, and our friends and loved ones will be gutted for power. We need to act quickly to unify the student body and make this University a fortress of security! We must build a sanctuary where we can rest easy knowing we are surronded by friends. We need to know that our own family is safe and secure beside us! We need to not only protect ourselves but the knowladge that this University contains! In the future where else but here will these powers be turned for the benifit of all humanity? We can't let those who's own selfish pride blind them to the fundamental truth that throughout history many have been more powerful than one destroy everything. We already have our own leaders, we have our own supplies, we have everything we need to survive, and we have aces to all the faciluties to explore this knowladge fully! So we must unify and stay strong together!

[chrisrawr]

Tetra:
As you race across the rooftops, you finally come into view of the museum. It is noticeably untouched by the conflict raging through the city. The broad glass front, flanked by a stand of pillars, looks largely intact, with only one shattered panel breaking the smooth plane. Numerous cars are parked haphazardly around the front, abandoned save for one, where a man lies silently, half in and half out of the front door.

Deciding that the top of the museum would make an ideal sniping zone, especially considering the lack of opposition and wide view, Tetra makes his way stealthily* to the eerily serene building. As he gets closer, he stops once again to check his surroundings*, finally opting to pull out his heavily (and illegally) modified HK G3. Making sure the safety is on, he checks the magazine before swapping it to red. Keeping low in the surrounding shrubbery, he makes one last sweep* of the area, before sprinting to the side of the building.

[Lokey57]

No car...but a diamond necklace and some cash wasn't bad....might be able to persuade someone to work with him or the likes....Useless otherwise though. Looting the apartment and cleaning his blade, Lawrence's eyes go to scan his "character sheet", which he had brought along with him in the traveling pack he had brought with him with all of his other supplies, perhaps looking to see if there were any changes...most notably in the EXP section. Was murder really a plausible means of gaining power quickly? He would need to know that much before he decided on his next course of action...

[Sinpoder]

Gaberial:
Using your mad skills (:smallbiggrin:), you manage to easily bypass the meager firewalls of a fellow customers computer, slipping into his personal information. With a moments work, you are able to divert the five hundred dollars within his bank account into an anonymous account of your own, completing the transaction with the ease of long practice. After this, you decide to amuse yourself at the poor suckers expense, and begin reading through his e-mails. You don't find much of interest, although there is one hilarious story about how he accidentally got himself stuck inside a roll-up mattress.

As you click away at your laptop, you notice a sudden scraping sound at the entrance to the cafe. If you turn to look, you notice a dead-eyed woman staring through the glass for a moment, before she lifts a small handgun, and fires, shattering the window with a cacophonous explosion. Someone screams.



Gaberial smiles to himself as he gains access to his poor idoits stuff, and after wiring his money to his account. He then hears the scatching sound and Gaberial turns around, just in time to see the dead eyed women blow a hole in the window of the cafe. As he sees this, he turns he jumps out of his seat and he lifts his hand showing his necromatic tattoo on the palm of his right hand. " Obey your new master you worthless piece of flesh and as your master I say for you to stay! " As Gaberial did this, his tattoo glowed with a black light with strong necromancy, to anyone in the room that can see that and identify that he was using Necromancy. If he does gain control of his zombie then he would look around for the people then yell out in the cafe " Ok, Who the hell screamed like a little girl and who is injured?"

What Gaberial just did was Rebuked Undead from his Dread Necromancer class. How this works is like Turning undead but he instead takes control of them. I will roll them too see if I take control of this. Mind you unless this Zombie has more then 7HD then I will take control of it. I know this due to my rolls

[Urist]

Matthew Stone

To the jerk grabbing me:
Matthew turns to look at the man, a cold look in his eyes. He stares first into the mans eyes, then at the mans hand, still resting on his arm. Leaning closer to the man, Matthew whispers:
"Let go of me. I'm licensed to carry, this is my weapon, which I use for self defense, and I hope to God that I don't have to use it..."(Intimidate Check)

As he finishes his statement, Matthew readies himself to grapple with the man, if need be.(Grapple Check to escape if grappled).

[UndeadCleric]

Jason:
Deciding that discretion is the better part of valor, you decide to wait out the chaos while scribing defensive scrolls for yourself, thinking ahead. After whiling away the hours in your room, you finally decide that the streets are safer, and head on out. You notice that the streets are now mostly barren, devoid of people, most having fled or hidden themselves in this part of the city. Numerous store windows are smashed open; definite signs of looting. as you stare at the devastated city, however, you hear a strange, scraping sound. As you glance down the street, you witness an odd sight. A stone gargoyle, looking like it had torn its way free of some Gothic bank, paced slowly down the street, towing two limp humans in either hand. Raising its head, it slowly began to scan the barren street, its stone eyes seeming to search for something.
Jason will back into a nearby recess and watch the gargoyle, drawing up an wall of force around him.
Perception check: [roll0]
Hide: : [roll1]
The spell I'm casting is mage armor.

[Greyv]

Greyv

Intel gathering; a necessity of any successful operation or plan. And in a city gone to chaos, it was a necessity. And so, of course, the young man, ignoring any odd looks he may have garnered for carrying katana openly, walked the streets, along the luxury hotel. He groaned; he was a swordsman, not a scout. But intel was intel. and he And his friend could use some allies. He watched and looked about, trying to be relatively inconspicuous, as he watched for any signs of the quarry he was looking for; "crafters," his friend had called them. "Artificiers." Common sense dictated that where there was magic, there were magic users, and so he he was heading to one of the most active sites, Surrey specifically, at least according to the radio news.
(1d20+5)[19] For looking for any PCs who are crafters or skillful magic users.
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[Epsilon Rose]

Epsilon rose was pushing through the library’s door as while reading the latest news on his IPhone.

Of course the airport’s closed. Why wouldn’t it be? And now there are riots. I could have been in Darfur by now.
Bah you know you’d still be kicking yourself for not looking into things.


This was true of course. A few weeks ago Epsilon had awakened, and with his awakening came a new mystic sense. It wasn’t very well defined yet but first it had led him to his also newly awakened friend and then tugged him inexorably across the border towards Vancouver.
He’d been there a week already, and now he knew why.
Doesn’t mean I have to like it Odin.


Sighing Epsilon closed the news app and dialed his friend Greyv so they could figure out what to do next.

[Ajadea]

Sarah sighs and closes her computer with a snap. Another wave of powers. Damn, this is getting ridiculous. She slides her computer back into her backpack and heads downstairs, past the children's section and towards the door. The library had usable wifi at least, though it was painfully slow. Good enough for her to run a few Google searches, though, and it was fairly obvious that the amount of people gaining powers in each wave was rising multiplicatively, if not exponentially.

I was lucky, to get my powers in the first wave. At least I know what I'm doing, unlike some of the poor sods out there right now. She looked up and saw someone else dialing something on their iPhone. "You know you're technically not supposed to use your phone in the library, right?"

[Greyv]

Greyv was snapped out of his thoughts by the ringing of his cellphone. He pulled it out, and, upon seeing the caller, opened it with a sardonic grin.
"Yes, Otakon?"
There was an exasperated sigh from the other end, then,"...I take it you've seen what's going on... Snake?"Greyv chuckled at this. This is why he was considered a nerd.
"Yes. I hope you've found something?
"No, nothing relevant to this, anyways." Came the reply. Greyv groaned; wonderful. And of course, he had to be the bearer of bad news.
"The airport is blocked off."
"I saw. We're going to have to change our plans."Of course,Greyv thought.
"We'll need to find some allies, and hopefully a car. I don't suppose you have any leads?"
"Well, I have common sense. I'm heading into the hot zones."Greyv spoke.
" Yeah, I think I'll avoid those, anything a bit safer for me to check out?"
"Yeah. I'm thinking that the more fleshy units'll be hiding out somewhere remote. You have that map?"
"I have an IPhone Greyv. I have Four different kinds of map. Three with gps." The voice stated.
"...Do you have that map?"Greyv repeated.
The voice sighed, before continuing. "Yes."
"Good."
" Planning to elaberate on that?" the voice seemingly raised an eyebrow.
"THere's some small islands that can only be reached by car."
There was a pause as the voice considered.... Sounds promising, as a base if nothing else. I'll check those out. Got a name for me or am I just picking one at randome?"
"Yeah. Westham Island is far southeast, or Fort Langley due southeast."
"... I'm not sure how good an idea knocking on the armies door is Greyv. Especialy not today."the voice said.
"...Then the western Island it is." Grey stated. THen, he added, "Are you sure you have nothing in the way of intel?"
"Not really. You probably have a better idea of what's going on then I do, the stacks aren't exactly the best place for current events, but I'll keep an ear to the newsfeeds." the voice was calm.
"Roger that. Any updates would be appreciated." With that, Greyv hung up, and repocketed his cellphone, continuing on his search.

[Chess435]

Cody Trumbel

The Hoquiam High School Marching Band was on a field trip when the trouble began. Having recently finished a parade in nearby Victoria, the band director, Mr. White, allowed us to have a free day in Vancouver before going back home in the states. The 75 students comprising the band were allowed to wander the city as long as we stayed in groups and were back at the hotel before 6 PM. My three friends and I were in Surrey public market when the rioting suddenly began. In the chaos, I was seperated from my group. With nobody recognizable in sight, I decided the distancing myself from the mobs were my best course of action. Running as if my life depended on it, I fled to the southwest, in the direction of Westhaven Island, searching for other band members, anything I could use to defend myself, and a safe place to hide until the riots were quelled.

[Epsilon Rose]

Ending his call Epsilon turned to face whoever was reprimanding him responded "I'm just finishing, and about to leave."
And he almost turned to do just that when he caught sight of the unmistakable aura of magic on her, it was faint but it was there.
Well this is pleasant. I might not be wandering the streets of Vancouver on my-own after all.
Smiling he continued "Although that might not be such a great idea... You know, all things considered." He said while turning his head to look out the door and scratching at his temple. "It's dangerous to go alone, but you seem to be heading out to. Maybe if we're going in the same direction we can stick together."
Then closing his eyes and exhaling he adds "I'm sorry, I should probably introduce myself before saying something like that. My name is Epsilon Rose, it's nice to meet you Miss...?" while extending his hand.

[Ajadea]

"Sarah Dalton. It's nice to meet you Epsilon." She shakes his hand. Her grip is not particularly strong or firm, and she lets go rather quickly. "Are you one of those people who got Pathfinder classes about a week and a half ago? I got lucky and gestalted. I think most of the gestalt characters gained their classes back in that first wave, judging by the flood of messages on all the boards. It takes time to master this magic crap, but a week was sufficient for me, and it's probably the same for most everyone else. It explains why everything is unfolding now, as opposed to a week ago; most people were probably blowing themselves up when they tried to cast things for the first time. Stupid finicky arcane somatics are like that. At least I had diagrams to follow, unlike the sorcerers out there." She stops suddenly and glances away. "I'm sorry. I have a tendency to ramble."

[Epsilon Rose]

"That's ok." he said chuckling "Different perspectives always interest me. If we're going with DnD analogies, then I think 3.5 gestalted with something either 3rd party or homebrewed, maybe both... You know, if we're going to go out there maybe we should figure out what we each can do first?" As he says this Epsilon steps away from the door and motions towards one of the tables. "Things are getting pretty crazy; I'd like to have a few people I around who I know have my back, and know how to cover theirs. You said something about diagrams."

[Ajadea]

Sarah nods and pulls out a chair for herself, as well as for Epsilon. She grabs her spellbook from her backpack and sits. The prestidigitation spell she had cast about twenty minutes ago brushes a strand of red hair out of her face as she opens her spellbook to the first spell within it, light.

"I do not believe that it is an analogy so much as fact. I prepare 6 cantrips and 6 0-level spells each day, one of which must be either Alarm or Hold Portal. Specifically, I prepare three spells of each level from two distinct sources, though both sources are contained in this spellbook. I hypothesize that these sources are divine and arcane respectively, an assumption that is backed up by my access to what seems to be all the cantrips from both the cleric and wizard lists in Pathfinder and D&D 3.5."

"Also, every spell seems to take up both sides of a page in my spellbook, as is standard for these systems, and I appear to be able to cast my cantrips an unlimited number of times per day. I would assume, therefore, that the rules that now apply, at least in part, to our world, are drawn at least in part from Pathfinder." She flips the page, so that you can see a long string of Japanese and French and a scribbled note at the bottom: Divine Focus required. Better start carrying around that wood eye. On the other side of the page is another spell. Arcane Mark, according to the header.

"Note how light lacks a signed component, but arcane mark requires one, and light requires some sort of focus, yet arcane mark does not. This matches the Player's Handbook descriptions of those spells. I can only assume that not only do the spell rules apply, but so do at least some of the other rules. People will bleed out faster, and untrained civilians like me might actually stand a chance of hitting someone in combat."

"As for my capabilities, I am primarily a healer, but I can provide minimal short-range offense with acid splash, I have both color spray and sleep prepared for combat emergencies, and I can disrupt spellcasting with a touch."

[Amador]

Andrew:
You make your way quickly through the streets, noticing little of the trouble that plagues the rest of the city; perhaps the undead haven't reached here yet? Regardless, as you cross over onto the island of Westham, you stop quickly to buy some bird seed and create a few undead servants, which begin flying clumsily around you as you walk. After reaching the house on Westham road, you knock carefully on the door. A frightened man answers,


"Hello, sir. I'm afraid that this house and most of the Island have been seized by the NCS, I'll have to ask you to evacuate within 30 minutes." I bluff.
Regardless of his belief I use charnel touch on him and send my zombie birds to kill anything alive in the house.
If he does believe me, then he is denied DEX to AC.
Bluff: 9
Attack: 11 this is a touch attack.
?Damage: 6

[Epsilon Rose]

"Interesting... He says as he leans in to take a closer look at the spell book. "That's almost the exact opposite of me. I only know a handful of actual spells, and I was only able to lock those down with some trial an error, but I seem to have a bit more freedom to experiment. I can do a lot of really low level stuff (about equivalent to cantrips) for as long as I like, but the only spell of note that I know is Scholar's Touch. That said I could probably come up with whatever else I need on the fly."
Leaning back he continues "That doesn't seem to leave us much in the way of offense. I was planning to go check the islands to see if we could use one as a defensible base while my friend checks the more embattled areas for people who might be able to help us. Interested in coming?"

[Kobold-Bard]

Mike

"You see, this is why I wish I was back home. Damn American-ish's and their endless supply of guns; worst I would have had to deal with in Liverpool would have been all the Beatles tribute acts getting Bard powers."

He ducks as a spray of bullets goes wide in his general direction. Suppose it was time to put his powers to some good use. Reaching out mentally (which had been a pain in the neck to learn because he hadn't believed in hippy crap like that before now) he started prying into the shooter's minds. Using his Telepathy he started what he affectionately called "The Gandalf Stratagem."

He read the thoughts of the shooters (which admittedly probably consist of "die mother-<expletive>s!" and "please god don't let dragons be real") and started 'whispering' into their minds via Telepathy.

"That guy keeps looking at me funny."
What if they have powers they haven't told me about."
Maybe they're undercover cops."
"They could be zombies."
"I can't trust anyone anymore."
"He just looked at me again."
"Im not going down, it's them or me."
"If she so much as tries to turn she's getting a bullet in the skull."
"Now or never, I'm not getting zombified."
"Do it, do it now."
"He just moved, he's going to kill me."
"Not if I get there first you bastard."

Telepathy it seemed was a rare skill even by the new powers standards, and as such people who didn't know what was causing it tended to believe Mike's words were their own thoughts. He'll keep doing this until their aggression & paranoia gets the best of them & they turn on each other rather than the police, adjusting his paranoid suggestions to match their thoughts. Once they've all shot each other he will simply flip up the collar on his coat like a 50's private eye and walk away down an alley, looking for some zombies to murder.

-----------------
And that's my first attempt at alternative combat, being fairly squishy and all.

Hopefully this counts as a successful encounter, if it works I'm killing the people by getting them to turn on one another, and also ending a firefight with the police (which I like to think is a solid "good by evil means" act).

I don't intend for this to work every time I do it but hopefully I can eke some XP out of it this first time :smalltongue:

Calling it the Gandalf strategem in honour of his technique of beating the trolls in the Hobbit.

[Ajadea]

"If necessary, upon leveling up, I could try and choose more offensive spells, instead of the crowd control I have now. I likely have some sort of feat to expand the number of spells I learn or know, considering that I haven't been expanding my spellbook and the thing's already half-full."

"I'll come with you. It's not like I have anything better to do, and long-distance transportation's not working anyways. I'm an abjurer, as far as I can tell. I should probably start doing some protecting."

[Epsilon Rose]

"No, protections better. Offense is easy enough to supplement with guns and tactics but that only works if you can stay in one piece." He pauses for a moment to scratch his goatee and think before continuing "The first thing we should do is find a good base. I would have just stayed at my hotel, but I don't want to be surrounded by that many people who could develop powers but not control. Ideally we'd find a solid building with limited access like a manor or something on an island. Originally I was planning to head to Westham but I'm not a local. If you have any better ideas I'd appreciate them."

[Ajadea]

"I've only been up here a couple months. I wouldn't call myself a local either. However, generally speaking, isolation is key. Something at least half a mile away from major battlegrounds would be ideal. We'd want to avoid the airport, Surrey, and Coquetlam, as our lack of offense translates into little ability to actually stop the violence there." Her mouth twists into a wry half-smile. "Fascinating, how so much violence can only be stopped with further violence."

[Epsilon Rose]

"There are other ways..." Epsilons mouth also does a twist but it's not any type of smile "but most of the quick ones are worse..."
"Right, so... Westham still seems like a decent idea though it's a bit bigger than I'd like and I'm not sure we'd find a good structure but the bridge is very nice. A school, especially one that's not near the fighting would also be good. Thick, non-flammable wall, good security system and surveillance. Lots of places to hide. An abandoned mall would work just as well and I think I read about one near hear."

[Ajadea]

Sarah shakes her head. "A mall has too many entrances and exits to protect, and support would always be too far away. Especially when you consider that we would not have many allies. A high school would be easier to lock down, I think. Even with the overabundance of windows they seem to have, it is probably easier to protect, say, the second floor of a school than a section of a mall."

[Epsilon Rose]

Epsilon nods "You're probably right. The only problem with schools is they're used (unless there's an abandoned one near by). That means lot's of children and lot's of angry people who wont be happy about us setting up base there... Still it would be ideal if we could swing it. Any ideas on the how?..."

Pulling his head back and blinking a few times Epsilon says "You know, maybe we're going down the wrong road with this. A school or an island would be good if we were going to be stuck here for a while and we thought there was no choice but to bunker down and wait things out. But there all investments of a sort and something of a liability since they can be sieged. Maybe we'd be better off getting out of here all together. Grab a car or a truck and drive out to the nearest town with an open airport (or at-least one that's less guarded) and head somewhere that we could make better use of this situation."

[Ajadea]

"Because driving through a magical battleground is a really good idea," Sarah says dryly. "You have a point. But realistically, people might not want to go to school while there are crazy impulsive homicidal casters out there. They're probably going to have roughly the same ideas we are having; hole up in their houses or get out of town. That means traffic is probably going to be thick enough that getting out of town will be ridiculously difficult. Grouping up at a school has the benefit and drawback of being noticeable. While it could draw enemies, it could also draw allies. The question is does the benefit of potential allies outweigh the risk of being targeted?"

[Kobold-Bard]

Thought I might need some Bluff checks to convince those guys that my paranoid ideas were their own paranoid thoughts. If I can take 20 since I'm not under threat then I will. If not here's some rolls, use what you need (unless Taking 10 would suffice & be possible):
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]
[roll6]
[roll7]
[roll8]
[roll9]

[Volthawk]

Spot: [roll0]

Well, looks like the violent got powers too, like I expected. Great...Eh, may as well get some XP out of this.

David pulls out his Ruger Service-Six and fires at the enlarged man.


Using 1 Innovation for Precision.

Attack: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]

[Epsilon Rose]

"That's why I suggested a truck, 18-wheelers are hard to stop, but traffic will do it. So I guess that leaves holing up."

"Being targeted shouldn't be to much of an issue and with how many exits schools have and with the way they tend to be laid out we shouldn't have to much trouble running if it comes to that (though we should have a plan). The biggest problems are probably going to be picking a target and actually securing it. Give me a minute to call a friend and I might be able to get us some recon."

Pulling out his IPhone Epsilon hit redial.


Greyv felt the familiar vibration of his cell phone. Indeed, it was who he though it was.
*He answered, still walking*
{"Yes, Otakon? I take it there has been a good development?"}
"That's right snake. We've got a new freind and there's been a slight change of plans. I'm going to need to borrow Noir for a bit."
Greyv frowned. He turned to the raven on his shoulder.{"What, the ground's not enough for you? You thinking that the air's really that safe?"}
"At the moment it shouldn't be to bad and if Noir runs into any trouble he's welcome to abort, but we need to recon a fairly large area."
Greyv was silent.{"Gimme the area, I'll give you the bird. In more ways than one if he's harmed."} he warned.
"Fair enough. We need to find a school, maybe one with a large line of parents trying to pickup their kids. Mostly just some place that looks defensible."
"Done and done, Otakon. I'm still searching. Give me the address when you find it."Greyv hung up, and turned to Noir.
"Noir, search. Yes, the plotter. Find a safe school for them. Listen to him." The raven blinked, and took off, screeching how birds of a feather flock together, followed by a yeeeeeaaaaaah.

Turning Back to Sarah Epsilon explained "Alright, that should do it, but we'll probably have to wait here till Noir shows up... On a side note, do you know any healing spells?"

[Reficule]

Laura set out a deep sigh.

"Im sorry everyone, this isn't going to work. All of you know the situation going on outside, and I'm sorry to say it, but all of you are going to die if you don't get out."

She stands up from the ruined table and walks over to the door.
It's been a pleasure with all of you and I hope you survive this chaos. Shake my hand as you leave and I will cast a spell to make you invisible to zombies for ten minutes. Use that time to try and get some distance. Run.

As the last of the students leave, she casts a spell, summoning an invisible creature. She orders it to clean up the room as she sits in her desk and begins writing.

One scroll of Expeditious Retreat. Two scrolls of Grease. Two scrolls of Color Spray. One scroll of Friendly Face. One scroll of Disguise Self.One scroll of Obscuring Mist. $100 total

[Ajadea]

Sarah nods. "I have cure minor wounds prepared. Due to the way orisons and cantrips work, outside of combat I can easily heal anyone. I also have cure light wounds prepared once, if we need swift healing that badly."

[druid91]

Steve was in a hospital on the edge, any further and he'd be dangerously close to riot territory in Surrey.

Normally he'd be avoiding the place like the plague. but now he was here. Unfortunately for a purpose.

He starts searching and (hopefully) finds some bandages, He slowly and carefully wraps his arms, legs, and head. Just leaving a hole for his mouth and two more for his eyes. Through the gaps small amounts of purplish damp flesh is visible.

Good, now I stand a chance at not being shot on sight.

[roll0] for disguise.

[Sinpoder]

To Subscribe.... so don't mind it.....

[Tyndmyr]

Travis (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=280187)
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I slowly crack my eyes open. Damn, not even eight yet. I should sleep in more, definitely...wait. Is that a police siren? I shamble over to the window and peer out. Yeah, definitely pretty chaotic out there. Time to prep spells. Wait...did I just say that? Am I sane? Hmm, probably. If not, it'll be entertaining at least. I grab a cup of mediocre hotel coffee and settle in for a hour for some good reading, while the news quietly plays in the background.

Spells Prepared:

Wiz-
0: Sonic Snap, Daze, Prestidigitation, Invisible Acid Splash
1: Mount, Power Word: Pain, Power Word: Pain, Power Word: Pain


Fascinating stuff, really. Well, it's pushing nine o' clock, and I haven't killed anyone yet. Time to get moving. The news, as it so often does, is repeating the same highlights over and over. Monsters, eh? Fun as going through police officers turning their guns on everyone would be, monsters worry me a bit. Can't let anything get too out of hand. I tuck a straight razor into my pocket...it's the closest thing I have to an actual weapon. Then, I wander down to the lobby, snag a donut from the continental breakfast, and attempt to hail a cab.

DM:

If for some reason I can't hail a cab, I'll just use mount instead.


"Coquitlam, please", I tell the driver. "Things being the way they are today, you ignore the speed limit and I'll toss in another fifty bucks." As we drive, I peer out at the craziness around me. I keep the window cracked so I can draw line of effect if I need to, but otherwise act perfectly normal. After all, the power words require absolutely no components other than the word itself. No need to act odd. Any crazed folks with PC classes will never know why they died.

[Frog Dragon]

Mika Nieminen

It had been a week since Mika gained his powers. Apparently, the rest of the world was only now starting to figure it out. The D&D players had been better off in the incident, and they already knew what was up, though the "why" was a mystery to everyone. Why would the world spontaneously convert to the D&D 3.5 system?

Of ALL the insane incidents...!

Mika sighed, and sat up on his bed, concentrating to regain access to his psionic abilities. He was certainly glad for that choice, since casting spells might have been a touch too conspicuous.

He picked up his cellphone and glanced at the clock. Normally, he'd be late for work, but today, the office was closed. Not surprising at all, really. Surrey and Coquitlam had been turned into a colossal arcane riot, and the office was just around there. Hopefully, no one had actually gone there.

He glanced at the two weapons that had manifested from the aether to his home. Luckily, being forced to use them was quite unlikely. He had offensive psionics in his arsenal, and he wasn't planning on getting attacked anyway. However, if he sat on his ass while this was going on, the madmen were going to overtake everyone in power, since they would level very fast with their murderous ways.

Mika wasn't going to jump down that road, especially since it was very risky, but he needed to advance. Being first level wasn't very conductive to surviving in what was swiftly developing into an anarchy of riots and chaos.

He packed his stuff into his bag, taking his laptop, the dagger, his glasses, his cellular modem and 300 dollars Canadian before dressing up properly and picking up the cellphone again. As he did so, a small crystal skittered on his hand. He couldn't quite get used to the critter. However, he ignored it for now as he called a taxi. "Can I get a taxi in the midst of this insanity?" He listened for a few seconds. "Good. Alderbridge/Garden City crossroads please." He nodded silently at the answer before cutting off the call.

Buses were a bit too risky right now, and he wasn't going to get in a fight yet. Amazing how many people went utterly nuts over the prospect of gaining a sliver of power. Now that they had it, and had a feel of how to get more, they were damn sure going to do just that.

He turned off the lights and walked out, making sure the little teal prism stayed in his pocket instead of sneaking out to look at random things. The taxi was there swiftly, and he hopped in, directing to a place he knew would probably have non-crazies like him.

[Curious]

Forum:
Your fellow students murmur in agreement, and a few clap or shout in agreement. The majority of them follow your lead, grabbing their training weapons and equipment, but they still seem hesitant; none of them truly want to fight. There is a sudden scream of pain, and a group of students leaps back in horror to reveal a bloody girl, a small pocketknife in her hand, stabbing furiously into a still body, screaming.
"It's no good, it's no good! I can still hear them!"


Lawrence:
Your eyes light up with greed as you realize that, yes you have gained xp; two-hundred and twenty-five to be exact. As you ponder the implications this has on your life, a jingling sound reaches your ears from the front of the domicile.
"Ms Carter?" A young, feminine voice calls out. "I just came to check on you before my family leaves! Are you alright?"


Gaberial:
The woman slowly lowers her weapon to her side as your dark magic overwhelms her, and with a final groan, subsides, awaiting your orders. A dead silence reigns as the other patrons of the cafe realize that you are one of them, the freaks, the dangerous ones.
"What- what the hell are you, man?" A voice shouts from the back of the group.


Matthew:
"Uh, um. . ." The man stutters, his grip loosening. "I guess you're, uh, good then. I'll just be, um-" He backs into a nearby table, spilling orange juice all down his back, earning a squawk of protest from one of the diners. Your way is clear.


Jason:
Unfortunately, your feeble attempts at hiding do nothing to dissuade the gargoyle, which clacks it's beak in glee as it spots you. Dropping it's two victims, the stone construct turns, racing across the pavement with a speed you would not expect of a creature made of stone. As you sit, pondering the afterlife, it swings its clubbed fist at you-
And is summarily thrown back by the force of your magical protection, which easily deflects his blow.

*Missed.


Greyv:
The city has begun to quite down as people flee, leaving nothing but abandoned cars and the occasional corpse to mark their absence. As you chat quietly with your friend, you turn down yet another street, expecting to meet the same absence that filled the rest of the area. Instead, you are confronted by an odd scenario; a young man cowers against the side of a building, a shimmering plane of force separating him from a recoiling stone gargoyle, which gnashes it's beak in a shower of sparks as it leaps at him once again. Truly this day can grow no stranger.


Tetra:
The parking lot is eerily quiet, the sound of distant screams and gunshots drifting through on the wind lending an aura of despair to the entire area. After carefully surveying the concrete field, you decide that there are no threats, and begin to pick your way slowly across the lot. Sliding up against the side of the building, you slowly c*ck your rifle, advancing along the wall. Then, you hear a faint noise, like screeching rubber-
A truck, music blaring loudly through the open windows, hooks around the corner of one of the nearby streets in a scream of strained metal and scorched rubber, blazing into the parking lot. Slamming a smaller vehicle aside, the driver finally pulls to a stop a few meters before the entrance of the museum. A pair of men pop out, one tall and hefting a hunting rifle, the other shorter and carrying an illegal handgun.

*Hidden.

Cody:
Fleeing madly through the crowded streets of Coquitlam, you push your way through the surging crowd, desperate to escape the bloodshed that even now howls at your heels. You run and run, and after some time, you leave the crowds behind, entering a more peaceful area of the city, where citizens stare at you frankly as you run. You begin to slow as you finally realize that the danger is past, and you allow the stitch in your side to ease a little.
"Hey!" A voice, vaguely familiar, calls to you. You turn your head, and catch a view of another of your marching band, a guy named Robert. He rushes up to you, chest heaving as he gasps for air.
"H-holy crap, I thought I'd lost everyone." He spews out, placing his hands on his knees to rest for a moment. "You know where- whoo - know where anyone else is?" You look around, hardly recognizing this section of Vancouver. A bridge extends across a short expanse of water to your right, leading off to a small island. A pretty looking two-story house sits in front of it, with a sign painted in ragged blue letters proudly proclaiming; WESTHAM ISLAND IS CLOSED! CRAFTERS WELCOME.


Andrew:
"You, uh- You're from the government?" The man asks hopefully, opening the door a crack. "So you can h- urk!" Your hand flashes out, grasping his throat, and foul energies begin pouring into his body. The man convulses madly, smoke rising from your death grip on his neck. Finally, with a bone-rattling shudder, he falls to the ground, dead. With a triumphant grin, you send your pack of eerie birds flocking into the house, cawing madly. They flap clumsily through the elegant home, splattering blood and gory feathers through the house, mercilessly hunting for their prey. Pecking at a partially closed door, they push their way through to the last room. Delighted caws echo through the home, followed by a shrill scream of agony as they tear into their unfortunate victim. Following in their footsteps, you arrive in time to see one of the murderous crows peck the eyeball from the corpse of a recently deceased child.

Whistling cheerfully, a few moments later you erect a small sign outside your new home; WESTHAM ISLAND IS CLOSED! CRAFTERS WELCOME.


David:
The giant swings, laughing madly, and with one blow decapitates an unfortunate police officer. The others stumble back in horror, and the crowd that had gathered around the blockade quickly began to disperse in every direction, including over the barricade. You, however, did not panic. With cool and calm precision, you pull out your handgun, and with only a seconds aim, fire. The bullet whistles into the laughing giant, piercing his back near the spine, and sending him thudding to the pavement. He struggles weakly, blood pooling around his huge body in a grotesque puddle.


Mike:
Through a series of mental insinuations, you press at the sanity of the gang members that are also holed up in the Surrey market. At first it seems to have no effect, but then one gangster turns to his comrade and screams.
"You ain't gonna f***** get me!" With a single pull of his trigger finger, another mans brains go flying across the ground. The betrayal seems to be all the push the group needs to break apart, and with raw roars of violence, they tear into each other with fist and bullet, their group cohesion broken. The police, seizing on the opportunity, rush the market, breaking through the rough barrier of shopping carts and cars with relative ease. One of the bandits, seeing the advancing forces, stops for a brief moment, fingers twirling in strange ways. A gout of flame abruptly bursts from his hands, engulfing two officers. With a primal howl of glee, the man begins to chant again.


Laura:
Your students file out, thankfully shaking your hand as they go, before running off into the wild, wild city. You sigh as they go, and then turn to your work, once again. For hours you tirelessly scribe yours spells down onto a series of scrolls, preparing yourself for whatever may come. As you finish your task, the announcer crackles to life.
"All students, please report to the gymnasium. All students, please report to the gymnasium." It was principle Lang, who had apparently decided what to do with the students.


Steve:
Finishing the arrangement of your- hopefully -clever disguise, you sit up from the cot you had rested against, ready to face the world. The door to the room suddenly bursts open, and a pair of nurses rush in, pushing a wounded woman in on her own cot.
"What the hell are you doing here!" One of them screams. "This is a room for critical patients only, get out!" Neither of them seems to notice or care that you are wrapped in bandages to hide yourself.

OOC: I'll get to the rest of you later.

[Forum Explorer]

F.E.

Your fellow students murmur in agreement, and a few clap or shout in agreement. The majority of them follow your lead, grabbing their training weapons and equipment, but they still seem hesitant; none of them truly want to fight. There is a sudden scream of pain, and a group of students leaps back in horror to reveal a bloody girl, a small pocketknife in her hand, stabbing furiously into a still body, screaming.
"It's no good, it's no good! I can still hear them!"


Everyone, stay back and let me handle this! F.E. draws his glavie and moves forward to confront the girl. Drop your weapon and explain yourself! He says to the girl sternly to draw her attention while thinking Calm down, stay calm. There is nothing to fear, nothing that cannot be solved. Calm down, stay calm. There is nothing to fear, nothing that cannot be solved.... and so on.

Some rolls and ideas.

Lets start this off non-lethal. If she attacks F.E. will attempt to trip her.
Changed my mind. I can't afford to show mercy to the insane. If I win iniative I move up and prepare an action. If she moves in an agressive manner to me or any of my fellow club members I will attack. Same if she tries to cast a spell.
To hit 1d20+1 = 18
Damage 1d10+2 = 6

Iniative if necessary: [roll0]
Sense Motive: [roll1]
and finally a spellcraft to see if she is using magic or if she tries to use magic [roll2]

[Urist]

Pausing only to settle his tab with the lady behind the counter(-10$), Matthew proceeds out the door, the wheels of his suitcase clacking on the sidewalk as walks. As a crowd of people approaches, Matthew picks up speed, hoping to ensure that no weirdo gets the drop on him. "Time to head to Surrey, maybe find a place to clear out and adopt as my own. Hotels aren't safe, someone might find out about me, and then I'm screwed. I may have power matter and mind, but that doesn't mean a bullet won't stop me cold.
As Matthew drew closer to Surrey, he stopped moving so fast, going so far as to pick up the suitcase in order to lower his noise profile.(Stealth). Keeping alert for any possible danger(perception), Matthew began slowly working his way deeper into the riot zone.
Rolls:
Stealth: [roll0]
Perception: [roll1]

[Sinpoder]

Gaberial:
The woman slowly lowers her weapon to her side as your dark magic overwhelms her, and with a final groan, subsides, awaiting your orders. A dead silence reigns as the other patrons of the cafe realize that you are one of them, the freaks, the dangerous ones.
"What- what the hell are you, man?" A voice shouts from the back of the group.


Gaberial then realized his mistake, and one that will cost him. His cover as a normal guy was blown now, and if anyone in this room managed to survive this place, then he or she would tell any normal human forts that were near by. Gaberial had no choice now, to keep his cover, everyone in the cafe must die. Gaberial then says"I am sorry about this, but I can not let any of you leave...." as he says this he sends a mental message to his slave simply "Kill them all the ones still standing except me." the second after he did this he raised his hand, the same one with the necromancy circle on it, and it glows brightly again as he says the "magic words" ,and then suddendly everyone in the cafe is covered in a vivid cone of clashing colors.


The Spell is Color Spray, the DC is 15 Will. It is a cone effect so I should be able to hit everyone in the area.... if they don't save then they are Unconscious, Blind and Stunned for 2d4 rounds, if they survive that long then they are blind and stunned for another 1d4 rounds, if I can't kill them after that then they are just stunned for one round. This is of course assuming they are all under 2 HD

If everyone is down from the Color Spray or my zombie shooting them, he would walk up to the nearest person, not worrying about the dead or unconscious bodies and Gaberial would touch them and instantly cast the spell Fell Animate Inflict Light Wounds on the unconscious guy. If one is enough to kill him/her then he will raise as my zombie. Gaberial then walk around and start to cut the throats of everyone else in the cafe, using his dagger. To speed things up he would send a mental message to both of his zombie slaves " Kill everyone that is down, but do not hurt any items they may have. After I get the items you can do what ever you want with them. " With the help of his two zombies, Gaberial should be able to kill everyone in the cafe before they could stand up and run away.

Do I gain any experience from this and if so how much... O and I forgot about items. What are they, how many and how many laptops are there around from the "dead" bodies.

[Greyv]

Greyv:
The city has begun to quite down as people flee, leaving nothing but abandoned cars and the occasional corpse to mark their absence. As you chat quietly with your friend, you turn down yet another street, expecting to meet the same absence that filled the rest of the area. Instead, you are confronted by an odd scenario; a young man cowers against the side of a building, a shimmering plane of force separating him from a recoiling stone gargoyle, which gnashes it's beak in a shower of sparks as it leaps at him once again. Truly this day can grow no stranger.

Greyv slowly pocketed his cell phone, and blinked. A gargoyle. And it wasn't even from that awesome show from the 90s. He liked that show. His mind flashed back to the problem at hand, and a light went off; He could make some friends. Aside from Epsilon, and whoever the new person was.
Fighting was hardly new for Greyv, but fighting a living stone being was. He analyzed the scenario; the thing was strong, dragging humans like ragdolls, and the man was frightened. And, sadly, his baby (the katana) was a cutting weapon, hardly ideal for stone. He sighed, and drew his rifle. Thank god he had no life outside training and reading fantasy, he thought. The first step would be to distract the beast. With what- Of course. With shinies. Greyv smirked, and thanked god his friend had explained the limitless abilities of cantrips. Targeting the one of the "squares" he mentally divided the area into, the one next to the Gargoyle, he cast Dancing Lights, hoping to lure the creature's attention.
"Attack of opportunity," he said, hoping, as he drew a bead on the creature's head, and squeezed the trigger.

I am casting Dancing lights near the gargoyle to distract it, Hopefully getting an attack of opportunity from it or catching it flat footed, then shooting the beasty.
To hit, not including any attack of opportunity/ flat footed bonuses: (1d20+3)[20]

For damage, assuming I hit: (2d10+2)[15]

[chrisrawr]

Tetra:
The parking lot is eerily quiet, the sound of distant screams and gunshots drifting through on the wind lending an aura of despair to the entire area. After carefully surveying the concrete field, you decide that there are no threats, and begin to pick your way slowly across the lot. Sliding up against the side of the building, you slowly **** your rifle, advancing along the wall. Then, you hear a faint noise, like screeching rubber-
A truck, music blaring loudly through the open windows, hooks around the corner of one of the nearby streets in a scream of strained metal and scorched rubber, blazing into the parking lot. Slamming a smaller vehicle aside, the driver finally pulls to a stop a few meters before the entrance of the museum. A pair of men pop out, one tall and hefting a hunting rifle, the other shorter and carrying an illegal handgun.

*Hidden.

((OOC: I slowly **** my rifle, eh?))

"Oh bother. The last thing I need is a couple of hooligans drawing far too much attention." Sighting his rifle, he peers back and forth between the two, gauging the distance before quickly letting off a muffled shot at the man with the hunting rifle.
Attack Roll
Damage Roll [roll1]
Iaijutsu Roll [roll2]
Iaijutsu Damage(s) [roll3], [roll4], [rol1d6 - Only Roll 1 applies

Quickly ducking back behind cover, Tetra poked his head out to see if they'd spotted him.

(Sniping: Stealth vs perception immediately after an attack at a -20 to avoid the opponent figuring out where the projectiles came from)

[roll5]
[stealth modifiers include guile suit, rank and rank bonus, dex, and armour penalties] (I was spotted)

(surprise round over, initiative)
[roll6]

Regardless of the outcome of those two shots, Tetra knew from his recent run-ins with crazies that he shouldn't stop shooting until the bodies stop moving. He sets his sights again on the man with the Handgun, who would be more likely to point and shoot in his direction - a stray bullet would make for a humiliating death. Pulling the trigger twice more as his sights aligned,

Attack Rolls [roll7], [roll8]
Damage Roll [roll9], [roll10]
Iaijutsu Roll [roll11] (only if applicable - opponent needs to not have spotted me)
Iaijutsu Damage(s) [roll12], [roll13], [roll14] Iaijutsu doesnt apply

Tetra ducked back into cover again.

(Sniping: Stealth vs perception immediately after an attack at a -20 to avoid the opponent figuring out where the projectiles came from)

[roll15]
[stealth modifiers include guile suit, rank and rank bonus, dex, and armour penalties] I was spotted
They had to know he was here now. The hunting rifle would be trained on his position, or nearby. He only needed to be a second faster than the other guy...

Tetra sprinted from cover, rolled, and took a shot as he came up
Acrobatics (I don't think this really affects anything, I just thought it would look cool.), standard attack.
[roll16], [roll17]
Damage Roll [roll18]


((OOC: Edit: In between each of these attack actions, surviving enemies make their actions. If possible, I'm hiding behind a wall or a tree or something providing a decent amount of cover. I'll continue on when I know whether or not I have to put out more shots, and whether I've been hit.))

[Epsilon Rose]

As Noir flew above the embattled city he soon spotted a sprawling building with students spilling out and parents lined up to take their children away from the madness that had engulfed this city.
Exactly what the Rose wanted. Now to fly to the library.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

*tap*tap*tap*
Epsilon looked up from the copy of Simon Necronomicon when he hear a tapping on the door
"Looks like Noir's here."
Replacing his bookmark Rose got up and walked to the door to let the raven in.
"I've found a school for you. Let's go."

Turning to Sarah "Looks like we're off"

As he heads out to follow the raven Epsilon is careful to stay in the shadows and attracting as little attention as possible.
[roll0]

[Chess435]

"I got seperated from everyone else in the riots. We should split up and search for Mr. White, and get a hold of the other if we find him. You know my e-mail, and I have your cell number, so we'll be twice as likely to find him than if we stuck together."

I then hurry off, out of Robert's line of sight, and wait until he's left the area. My curiosity piqued, I then cross the bridge to Westham Island.

[Ajadea]

Sarah slips her spellbook back into her backpack and follows Epsilon out of the library. She is careful to stay close to Epsilon as she walks, and keeps an eye out for anything that looks threatening. For a few moments anyways. She rapidly loses that concentration on her surroundings, her mind taken up by potential plans for defense and offense.


[roll0]
[roll1]

[UndeadCleric]

Jason:
Unfortunately, your feeble attempts at hiding do nothing to dissuade the gargoyle, which clacks it's beak in glee as it spots you. Dropping it's two victims, the stone construct turns, racing across the pavement with a speed you would not expect of a creature made of stone. As you sit, pondering the afterlife, it swings its clubbed fist at you-
And is summarily thrown back by the force of your magical protection, which easily deflects his blow.
If I go before Greyv or if the gargoyler isnt dead after Greyv's turn:
As the gargoyle prepares to attack again, I stand tall and throw a glowing green orb at it's head. Orb of acid, lesser:
Attack roll: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Amador]

Andrew Willimsworth
Andrew:
"You, uh- You're from the government?" The man asks hopefully, opening the door a crack. "So you can h- urk!" Your hand flashes out, grasping his throat, and foul energies begin pouring into his body. The man convulses madly, smoke rising from your death grip on his neck. Finally, with a bone-rattling shudder, he falls to the ground, dead. With a triumphant grin, you send your pack of eerie birds flocking into the house, cawing madly. They flap clumsily through the elegant home, splattering blood and gory feathers through the house, mercilessly hunting for their prey. Pecking at a partially closed door, they push their way through to the last room. Delighted caws echo through the home, followed by a shrill scream of agony as they tear into their unfortunate victim. Following in their footsteps, you arrive in time to see one of the murderous crows peck the eyeball from the corpse of a recently deceased child.

Whistling cheerfully, a few moments later you erect a small sign outside your new home; WESTHAM ISLAND IS CLOSED! CRAFTERS WELCOME.

I search the house for valuables and keys to the guys car. When I finish a quick looting of the house I throw anything small and valuable into my car, then park the man's car sideways across the road. If he has more than one car I also use the second to improve the barricade. Cars are really nice for barricading because they can be moved later and parking breaks make them stay in place.

I spend the rest of the day waiting at the barricaded bridge for someone to try and cross wearing my lab coat to look more official. If anyone approaches the barricade I walk up to them and start a conversation. "Hello, I am here to make sure that Westham remains a safe place for sane people. The madness in the city is not welcome here.." If the person(s) are official government folk (i.e. police, soldiers, city officials) I walk up to them saying "Help! You've got to help me." while grabbing them if possible. Then I activate charnel touch on the official.

DM:Let me know if I need to make any rolls for this

In addition, I have my birds flying over head.

[Lokey57]

225 exp for an old lady and a cat? Excellent, only about 1000 more to go. That meant...about 12 more kills before a level then? Shouldn't be too hard. Such would be the thoughts that ran through Lawrence's wicked mind...at least...until the worst thing that could happen occurred, someone coming to check on old lady Carter. Panicked for a moment...Lawrence quickly looked around for a place to hide...slipping to a corner of the room, looking for a means to disguise himself. He couldn't afford to be caught "yet"... not until he had leveled enough to make sure that people like the police weren't a problem to him. And if it was anyone in this apartment complex...they'd surely know it was him off the bat...Unless...

An idea sprung to Lawrence's mind at that moment, one which caused him to draw forth a vial from his coat. Mutagens... According to what he could remember from the book, mutagens also caused a person to appear bulkier...or more feral than normal, meaning that they also changed appearances as well...to some extent anyway. If the mutagen changed his features enough, then even if he couldn't simply hide from, or silence this visitor...he could feign ignorance.

A evil smile on his face, Lawrence would down the concoction...causing his body to twist and morph...his body becoming bulkier indeed, but his limbs longer, sleeker...and his skin becoming more darkened as well. A perfect combat form for murder, all without arousing suspicions! Blade ready...he laid in wait for the arrival of his next "prey..."

((And probably misses the attack, given how low he rolled.))

[chrisrawr]

A note: This is purely masturbatory fiction, hinged loosely on my character's actions and interactions during encounters with PC's, NPC's, and walking experience bags. As such, you may sneer and scorn publicly at the vague marty-stu-ism.

The parts of Tetra's mind that weren't immediately engaged with eliminating hostiles and staying alive were actively wondering just what the in the hell was going on. They were doing this while he shot a man who was carrying a pistol, probably in the lung. As he ducked behind cover, he reviewed the shot. He doubted the man would live, but it was best to be sure.

"Sure", he thought to himself, "Yeah, I'm a fit guy. I'm good with a gun, better than most, even". An understatement. He rarely missed once he'd had a moment to set sights and adjust a lead.

"I'm fairly decent at going unnoticed to tag a mark, too."; trailing one from back alleys and rooftops, slipping into shadows on a dark night, walking quietly amidst the rubble and debris that accumulated in some of the shadier areas of Vancouver; it wasn't easy, but then again, he'd never hopped a gap between rooftops so easily, or glided across open pavement as quietly as he had just moments before.

It spooked him how well he felt today, and he was smart enough to know that it probably had something to do with the recent outbreak of psycho comic-book fantasies.

He poked his head from cover, gun sliding up seconds after, splattering the brains of the man with the pistol all over the parking lot. "Best to be sure", he repeated silently to himself.

But still, this was different - everything was smooth, flowing together like creamer into coffee - he'd never felt better. Never been so aware. He could feel the dimpled texture of the plastic he held in his hand, could pick out the individual hairs off the remaining man's head, even without the scope. He knew exactly where the man would be when next he moved, like some kind of sixth sense. His instincts thrummed, and when he chanced a glance, he could almost follow the bullet as it streaked by where his face was just moments ago.

He suppressed a shiver at that thought. "I must be going crazy", he thought to himself. A smile lit his face at the thought, though all that reached his eyes was a glint of mad recklessness. With a surge that contained more power, more precision than any other tactical maneuver he'd done in his life, he dove from cover.

Rolling gracefully and springing up meters away from where his opponents would be expecting him, he fired off a single round after the space of a breath, aimed right at the nose of the rifleman. Hit or miss, he began to run, zigzagging towards the man in case he'd missed, or in case the man had unseen backup. At the least, the truck would provide cover, and mobility.

At that thought, he laughed. Running towards men with guns, he laughed. Tetra had never had a truck before. Never owned a vehicle. Sure, on slow months, when he'd needed money, he'd driven a stolen clunker or two to a chop shop he knew. Mostly, it was the lack of license was what stopped him. Cops knew he was crooked, and a few of them knew his face. Not that they knew anything more, or had any evidence, but their instincts were some of the best, and he was as rotten as they come in their books. Any excuse to pull him over would be good enough, and he'd probably get searched. He didn't have a license for his desert eagle, but he did have a name for it, and so far that had been more important than getting around in an automobile.

With the current anarchy, though, he might be able to get around unhindered in a truck like this. Or at least, less hindered than on foot, open to gunfire and spooky crap and god knows what else. A two tonne beast of metal and tempered glass would go a long way to giving him a measure of security.

His thoughts came racing back to the present...

...and Tetra realized how fast he was running. The insight almost knocked him flat.

[Reficule]

"I've got a bad feeling about this. Theres only two ways out of the gym, and there are a lot of large objects on the outside of the fire escape. I had best be prepared for the worst."

She gathers her scrolls and casts a Read Magic on herself before heading to the gym. Along the way, she stops by the janitors closet to pick up one of the wooden brooms with a detachable head.

[druid91]

Steve:
Finishing the arrangement of your- hopefully -clever disguise, you sit up from the cot you had rested against, ready to face the world. The door to the room suddenly bursts open, and a pair of nurses rush in, pushing a wounded woman in on her own cot.
"What the hell are you doing here!" One of them screams. "This is a room for critical patients only, get out!" Neither of them seems to notice or care that you are wrapped in bandages to hide yourself.

bluff
[roll0]

"What the heck do you think I'm doing here?! I got hit with something by one of those lunatics and was patching myself up. Now can you point me to who-ever's in charge around here?"

[Kobold-Bard]

Mike looks through a broken window as the fire melts the officer's flesh. This one's will had been stronger than the others, he was almost impressed.

Then he remembered that that was a ****ed up thing to think about someone who just barbecued two people. These powers were turning him into a right evil git.

Annoyed at himself, he decided to take it out on the man. He looked right into his mind and saw his conciousness, then pummelled it.

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Manifest Mind Thrust -1PP
Damage: [roll0]
Will Save DC16 negates.

Concentration check DC15 to negate display: [roll1]

[Curious]

Ajadea and Epsilon:
After your long talk about strategy, defense, politics, and the nature of the universe, the both of you clear out of the library, set on finding an abandoned school. Unfortunately, those are hard to find in a town like Vancouver, where living space is worth more than human life. So, the next best thing is obviously a school that has been evacuated! With a bit of luck, the two of you have managed to locate a nearby school that has recently been cleared of students, due to the violence, or so you hear. As the two of you stalk quickly through the streets, there seems to be little sign of danger, only blood, cars, and corpses.

And thats when, of course, your luck turns. A bloody man slowly lifts himself off the hood of a car, teeth bared in a vicious grin, and a low moan poured forth from his lips. At the sound, three more of his kind dragged themselves from a nearby alley, blank eyes turned to your warm flesh.


Travis:
At the promise of money, the driver floored it, burning into Coquitlam at a speed that would have shamed a sprinting Cheetah. As you cruise through the streets, scenes of savagery and madness flash before you; groups of mindless undead gnawing at the flesh of their kin, mad-men gifted with power beyond their control giving in to their primal urge to kill and grow, and everywhere the magic, stronger in some than others, but always there.


Tetra:
The tall man's chest nearly implodes at your first shot, sending him to the ground in a crumpled heap. His friend recoils in shock, jaw gaping at the sudden carnage. Seizing the advantage, you send a bullet spinning into the side of his head, blowing his brain across ten square meters of pavement. Then you do a rolling charge across the lot. Just for the hell of it.


Jason and Greyv:
A shower of sparkling light suddenly springs up to the right of the charging Gargoyle, and for a brief second, it screeches to a halt, stone eyes fixed to the bright colors. The moment is broken when Greyv pulled the trigger on his powerful rifle, sending a super-sonic round directly into the side of the Gargoyle's chest, sending a spray of stone chips flying in every direction. Screaming in rage, the creature leaps across the highway in a snap, rough wings beating furiously. Smashing to a halt before Grey, it snapped a clawed fist out in retaliation, contacting solidly with Grey's gut*. Jason, seeing his unexpected savior fold around the creatures fist, decides that violence is the answer. With a barked word of command, he summons a glowing orb of acid, and sends it flying at the gargoyle. The orb splashes over the monsters broad back, eating into the porous stone in seconds, drawing another scream of rage from its stony depths.

*4 damage.


Steve:
"Oh, sorry sir!" The nurse breathes rapidly, not even bothering to look at you as she begins to hook the patient up. "You can find Doctor Johnson in his office, on the first floor. Now could you please clear out? We're kind of in the middle of something."
She then proceeds to ignore the hell out of you, working furiously on the patient.


Cody and Andrew:
Robert swallows your story, hook, line and sinker. He hurries off, deeper into the city. Free of any obstruction, you now advance towards the house with the sign, and are met by a man wearing a lab coat; strange.
"Hello, I am here to make sure that Westham remains a safe place for sane people." He begins, a beneficent grin spreading across his face. "The madness in the city is not welcome here. . ."


Mike:
The grinning wizard frowns, and then holds his head in clenched fingers as your mental probe assaults him, desperately trying to hold you off. And, to your surprise, he succeeds. With a final growl of effort, he casts off your mental insinuation, and immediately leaps into cover, barely avoiding a hail of bullets that strafes the ground where he has just stood. Finally, it seems one of the gangsters grew fed up with the slaughter; with the roar of feral power, a dodge truck rams right through the barricade, smashing through the police cordon.

[Greyv]

A shower of sparkling light suddenly springs up to the right of the charging Gargoyle, and for a brief second, it screeches to a halt, stone eyes fixed to the bright colors. The moment is broken when Greyv pulled the trigger on his powerful rifle, sending a super-sonic round directly into the side of the Gargoyle's chest, sending a spray of stone chips flying in every direction. Screaming in rage, the creature leaps across the highway in a snap, rough wings beating furiously. Smashing to a halt before Grey, it snapped a clawed fist out in retaliation, contacting solidly with Grey's gut*. Jason, seeing his unexpected savior fold around the creatures fist, decides that violence is the answer. With a barked word of command, he summons a glowing orb of acid, and sends it flying at the gargoyle. The orb splashes over the monsters broad back, eating into the porous stone in seconds, drawing another scream of rage from its stony depths.
Greyv had felt more powerful blows. Much more powerful blows. This was stone, but compared to his masters... He grinned savagely.
"I've felt worse from normal humans!" Effortlessly, he dropped the rifle, and, with a fluid slash, brought the hilt of the katana up into it's jaw with intense force, activating his other cantrip, guidance, on himself as he did so. Immediately, the weakpoints in the structure of the gargoyle became obvious, and he slammed down with all his strength.
Activating guidance as a cantrip to gain +1 on attack roll.
Melee, Katana, two handed strike, to hit: (1d20+6)[18]
If it hits, to damage: (2d6+5)[12]
Greyv is down to 8 health

[Chess435]

"Excellent! I was just looking for a place to get away from all that insanity too! For bonus points, I'm a crafter as well! My name's Cody by the way, nice to meet you! Mind giving me a tour of the place?"

[Ajadea]

Ajadea and Epsilon:
After your long talk about strategy, defense, politics, and the nature of the universe, the both of you clear out of the library, set on finding an abandoned school. Unfortunately, those are hard to find in a town like Vancouver, where living space is worth more than human life. So, the next best thing is obviously a school that has been evacuated! With a bit of luck, the two of you have managed to locate a nearby school that has recently been cleared of students, due to the violence, or so you hear. As the two of you stalk quickly through the streets, there seems to be little sign of danger, only blood, cars, and corpses.

And thats when, of course, your luck turns. A bloody man slowly lifts himself off the hood of a car, teeth bared in a vicious grin, and a low moan poured forth from his lips. At the sound, three more of his kind dragged themselves from a nearby alley, blank eyes turned to your warm flesh.


"Dammit, I thought I had cure light wounds prepped! Sorry about that." Sarah says, snapping her fingers once and flicking her wrist. "Acid Splash!"

[chrisrawr]

Tetra:
The tall man's chest nearly implodes at your first shot, sending him to the ground in a crumpled heap. His friend recoils in shock, jaw gaping at the sudden carnage. Seizing the advantage, you send a bullet spinning into the side of his head, blowing his brain across ten square meters of pavement. Then you do a rolling charge across the lot. Just for the hell of it.

Tetra took a slow, deep breath. The usual satisfaction he gained from placing a bullet where he wanted it to go was there, but beneath it was something... not right. He'd figure it out later, business was going to be booming once all of this settled down.

Searching the bodies*, Tetra removed the keys, wallets, drivers' licenses, and various knick-knacks, stowing them in the various pockets on his guile suit. Setting both of his new guns in the back seat of the truck, he drove it up to the Museum, before turning it around and backing it towards the broken window. Anyone coming to inspect would have to adjust their eyes to the darkness after the glare of the headlights hit them. He parked the car, keeping it running.

He checked over the pistol, looking for a pen or a stick when he found it was loaded and ready to fire. He carefully set the firearm next to the gas pedal, sliding the pen through the trigger and laying it on the accelerator. It wasn't foolproof, but anyone not paying attention had a good chance of getting themselves shot by accident.

Whistling a light tune into the echoing stillness, scanning scope to eye*, Tetra stepped into the museum, keeping to the walls and shadows**. He was sweating because he'd exerted himself, not because this was creepy as hell. That's all.

He stopped whistling long enough to take a good, long listen*. Unsure if he heard something, he decided to risk it; "Olly olly oxen free! Come out with your hands up and walk real slow, and I won't shoot you!" He immediately felt silly - what if no one was there? A second later, he felt silly for feeling silly. If no one was there, there wouldn't be anyone to embarrass him. After another measured breath of waiting, he continued his vigilant stalk*.

*Perception checks [roll0], [roll1], [roll2], [roll3]

**Stealth check [roll4]

[Tyndmyr]

Travis:
At the promise of money, the driver floored it, burning into Coquitlam at a speed that would have shamed a sprinting Cheetah. As you cruise through the streets, scenes of savagery and madness flash before you; groups of mindless undead gnawing at the flesh of their kin, mad-men gifted with power beyond their control giving in to their primal urge to kill and grow, and everywhere the magic, stronger in some than others, but always there.


Peering out the window at this grand sight, I loose invisible acid splashes whenever undead are in sight. After all, I have no limit to them, and I don't much fear a mindless creature determining where an invisible spell came from.

Anyone that looks human causing chaos takes a power word pain. I continue doing this until it stops working, or someone figures out how to hit me/stop the cab. So, three times in all. I make a mental note that this driver seems to be a fine fellow. I'll have to reward him well for his bravery.

Once the power word:pains are expended, I have absolutely no need to continue to engage them. They're already dead men, though they likely don't know it yet. I'll ask the driver to circle in the neighborhood and feed him a fifty to forestall any complaints. I'll just keep firing out the window at the undead until something goes wrong or I get bored(about an hour).

[druid91]

Steve:
"Oh, sorry sir!" The nurse breathes rapidly, not even bothering to look at you as she begins to hook the patient up. "You can find Doctor Johnson in his office, on the first floor. Now could you please clear out? We're kind of in the middle of something."
She then proceeds to ignore the hell out of you, working furiously on the patient.

I quietly leave. I do not go to the first floor doctors office. I exit the building.

I look around for a car. Preferably one that someone left the keys in by accident if I can spot that.

[roll0]

[Amador]

"Welcome to Westham Empire or what ever it will called. You are the second citizen. For a tour just follow me around. My name is Andrew and I recommend avoiding the third door on the right until it has been cleaned. You can use anything in house for your crafting needs." I set my birds to watch the bridge and inform me if anything tries to cross it. Then lead Cody into the house to show him around, I do not show him the room with evidence of zombie attacks. "There are a number of resources available. Let me know if you can't find what you need in the house. I would really like a wand of arcane mark to start with. While you stay here I would appreciate if you could follow some simple rules. One: No killing my minions. Two: No killing of fellow citizens. Three: Please limit looting to the mainland. Basically everything on the island belongs to me, but I am willing to share as needed."

[Kobold-Bard]

Mike

Mike cursed himself for not walking away when he had the chance.

He whispered to himself and conducted the arcane gestures, but waited until flame boy became visible again (presumably to cast another spell).

When he does Mike will finish the final syllable and unleash a wave of brain melting energy (trying to take as many police as possible as well) in the form of an Invisible Colour Spray spell.

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DC16 Will negates (did it with my spells too, ugh :smallmad:).
Otherwise Unconcious, Blinded & Stunned for [roll0] rounds, then blinded & stunned for [roll1] rounds, then stunned for 1 round (unless they have more than 2HD, which I hope they don't).

[Chess435]

"Excellent! I bet we could recruit a bunch of others like us and establish a decent base of operations, X-men style. Once I pick up Craft Wondrous Item at 3rd level, possibly with a little help, we could make this place into a totally awesome hideout! For now, I'm going to find myself a room and get started prepping..."

I'll look around for a room with a desk and a bed, somewhere I can work privately. I'll also take a look around for crafting supplies to help me out. After settling down, I'll send out word on the GiTP forums about the hideout.

[Volthawk]

David slowly approaches the giant, gun still out and ready, before searching the body.

Readying an action to fire if he goes hostile again.

[Amador]

"Alright, if you can I'd like a way of casting arcane mark for personal use. But, defensive abilities will be very important as well. I'll come back in this evening, or sooner if someone else joins."

I head back out and have my zombie birds start gathering pieces of drift wood as large and heavy as they can. This is 12.5 lbs individually, but I have them gather pieces in groups so that they can carry more. While I wait for more people to try and cross the bridge, I sort through the loot from the house that I put in my car.

[Chess435]

Okay, in which case I'll get to work on a scroll of Arcane Mark.

Warning: Math inside. You have been warned.
Base cost: $25 x .5 (0-level) x CL 1 = $12.50
Base Creation cost: $12.50 x .5 = $6.25
Extraordinary Artisan Reduction: $6.25 x .75 = $4.68

Time to create: 2 hours x .75 = 90 minutes
(Time reduction is from Exceptional Artisan)

So that'll keep me busy for a while.

Oh, and I autosucceed the spellcraft check to complete it.

[Epsilon Rose]

"Dammit, I thought I had cure light wounds prepped! Sorry about that." Sarah says, snapping her fingers once and flicking her wrist. "Acid Splash!"

"That's terribly disappointing, Sarah." Epsilon quips as he slow retreats while drawing his concealed OTs-38 "Seriously, how could you."

As he takes aim at the acid splashed zombie (assuming it's still alive) he adds "You might want to retreat while you fire." And pulls the trigger, resulting in nothing more than the click of the hammer an a subsonic round flying towards his target.

To hit: (1d20+3)(19). Damage:(2d4)(6)
rolled in dice roller thread. I don't really understand the

[Sinpoder]

( Future post for tonight's update. If what Curious told me was true anyway..)

[Curious]

Mika:
The taxi drove nervously through the city, eying traffic nervously as you travel west, away from the violence in Coquitlam and Surrey. As you pass the bridge leading to Vancouver International Airport, you see a strange sight; huge planes coasting in to the landing area, loaded down with freight and vehicles. Troops of soldiers march around the perimeter of the island, distantly visible from your position.
"Man, I wonder what they're gonna do." The driver groused, pulling a cigarette from his breast pocket and lighting it in one swift motion. "I bet it's gonna be like a movie, and they're gonna kill us all, just in case, right?"


Greyv and Jason:
With the true sight of your magic, and the strength your training had drilled into you, you slice your sword down through the gargoyles shoulder and chest, carving a furrow through its body. With a shattering screech of pain, the creature stumbled back, flakes of dust swirling off its body as cracks spread across its broad chest. With a grimace of pain that seemed all too human, it crumbled, shattering into many fragments of stone. Silence reigned across the street.

*400 xp each.


Cody:
After a thorough search of the house, you locate a small room on the upper floor with the requisite desk, bed, and a small desktop. Numerous photos of the dead mans family hang here, grinning down in painful denial of their deaths. Leaving that room quickly, you are able to locate a number of brushes, canvases, paint brushes and other assorted artistic equipment in the garage, which seems to be filled entirely with knick-knacks and keepsakes, nearly crowding out the small vehicle nestled at the front.


Andrew:
With an hour or so of work, your birds are able to gather an impressive assortment of logs and driftwood, neatly piling them into a mound beside the road. From the house you are able to locate five hundred dollars from the mans wallet, the keys to his car, and a few credit cards. There are also numerous assorted cutlery, furniture, and other pleasantries, including a steel baseball bat and equipment. As you stuff more of your ill-gotten loot into the vehicle, a small group of people, perhaps ten, but all bloody and ragged, staggers across the bridge towards your new home. A man, dressed in a ragged suit, walks froward from the group tentatively at the sight of your barricade, calling out timidly.
"Uh, sir? Would this happen to be a government barricade? Or are you with the police, maybe! We've been running all day from those- things, and we're not sure where to go." He pleads desperately, shuffling forward.


Steve:
With a bit of fumbling around that sets off a car alarm, you manage to locate a long, sleek black car, perhaps a Jaguar, that appears to have a set of shiny keys still in the ignition. A look around reveals only two other people on this street, both looking in other directions, but you do hear the sounds of sirens in the distance, drawing closer.


Tetra:
Removing the keys, cigarettes, spare ammunition, and guns from the two mens corpses, you throw them quickly into the truck before backing it up into the window and setting your clever trap. Sneaking through the abandoned museum with remarkable stealth, you soon begin to jump at shadows, seeing threats behind every wax figure, every mannequin. you decide to end your- definitely not fear -by calling out to the dark. At first, there is no response. Then, faintly, you hear someone.
"Hey!" The voice is muffled, but clear, and seems to be coming from the direction of a large mammoth, which at second glance appears to be tipped over.
"Hey, get me out from under this thing!"


Travis:
Your plan goes off without a hitch; splatters of acid rain down, invisibly, upon the undead menace, sluicing their flesh on to the streets. They seem not to notice, either shuffling down the road in search of other prey, or glancing around in confusion until they are destroyed by the flesh-melting liquid. Three times you spot those who seem to possess class levels; twice when men began to shoot fire at screaming civilians, the last time when a woman pulled out a dueling rapier and finely diced a man who had followed her into the door of an apartment building. All three times you nailed them with your spell, and each time they curled up immediately at the pain, gasping as their bodies tear themselves apart from the inside. The driver, a burly man with a thick beard and no voice to speak of, makes no comment the entire time, the only emotion he shows is a gruff nod when you pass him another fifty dollars at the end of your run.

*600 xp gained.


Sarah and Epsilon:
With your combined firepower, you quickly tear one zombie to pieces with both spell and bullet, sending its component pieces flying. Its three compatriots take no notice, staggering towards you relentlessly. Rearing back, one finally approaches close enough to attack, and leaps forward at Epsilon, claws dragging ineffectually at his clothes.*

*No damage. 100 xp each.


Gaberial:
With admirable ruthlessness, you decide that the people of this cafe cannot be allowed to live after witnessing your powers. At a mental command, your slave begins to fire raggedly into the crowd, drawing further screams of agony. Ignoring the outcry as people broke and ran in every direction, you muttered an arcane word of power, stretching your hand out to claim their lives. In a clashing array of perfect chaos, scintillating colors cascaded from your fingertips, smashing the consciousness from the crowd. After the attack, only two men remain up, one of whom is promptly shot by your slave. The last sprints past you in a blinding flash, leaping through the door and beginning a run down the street.


David:
At your poke, the giant begins to shrink once again, receding back to his more human size, only this time, he moves no more, his life blood staining the stone around him. The two police officers, still looking shaken, advance slowly.
"Holy god, holy- thanks." One of them finally stutters, pale skinned and nervous. "I don't know what we would have done without you."
As you glance at the two ineffectual officers, you hear a strange crackling noise, and a voice shouts out;
"You idiots! Just die already!" A man leaps out from behind another car, fingers pointing directly at you, already muttering words of power.*

*Make an initiative roll to beat 13.

[druid91]

Steve:
With a bit of fumbling around that sets off a car alarm, you manage to locate a long, sleek black car, perhaps a Jaguar, that appears to have a set of shiny keys still in the ignition. A look around reveals only two other people on this street, both looking in other directions, but you do hear the sounds of sirens in the distance, drawing closer.

I hop in Turn the keys and try to get out of there.

[Greyv]

Greyv and Jason:
With the true sight of your magic, and the strength your training had drilled into you, you slice your sword down through the gargoyles shoulder and chest, carving a furrow through its body. With a shattering screech of pain, the creature stumbled back, flakes of dust swirling off its body as cracks spread across its broad chest. With a grimace of pain that seemed all too human, it crumbled, shattering into many fragments of stone. Silence reigned across the street.

*400 xp each.

Greyv admired his handiwork, smirking as he sheathed his baby effortlessly. He picked up his rifle, and, opening his backpack, pulled out a pack of the ammo, reloading the single bullet he had fired. Putting the ammo away, he pulled a pair of sunglasses out.
"I guess you could say..." he put the sunglasses on, "...that I rocked you." He stood there for a moment of silence, as if listening to something, before he turned to the young man whom the Bronx-wanna-be had been eying for it's dinner. He shouldered his backpack, and approached.
"A magic user, eh?" He smiled in what he thought was a friendly way; he could never be too sure. "My lucky day. I could use some new friends." He extended his hand, offering a shake.

[Sinpoder]

Gaberial:
With admirable ruthlessness, you decide that the people of this cafe cannot be allowed to live after witnessing your powers. At a mental command, your slave begins to fire raggedly into the crowd, drawing further screams of agony. Ignoring the outcry as people broke and ran in every direction, you muttered an arcane word of power, stretching your hand out to claim their lives. In a clashing array of perfect chaos, scintillating colors cascaded from your fingertips, smashing the consciousness from the crowd. After the attack, only two men remain up, one of whom is promptly shot by your slave. The last sprints past you in a blinding flash, leaping through the door and beginning a run down the street.


Gaberial frowned slightly, as he did not want to kill the people in the cafe but he was left with no choice. As the colors stop he saw two men remaining standing, and he was shocked by this because he would have thought no one without powers would be able to stop that attack. Gaberial thought it was good that this zombie minion killed one of the guy, then he sees a flash run past him. Gaberial turns around and sees the other man running down the street and he knew that if this man could survive one of his color sprays then he is either lucky or higher level then him.

He was not going to take the chance. Gaberial raised his hand and then muttered the arcane words for a very simple but powerful spell. Sleep Gaberial watched to make sure the man fell to the ground asleep. If he did or not does not matter as Gaberial then goes back to killing the entire cafe with his zombie slave. He did all of this as quickly as he could not stopping until he had alot of heads away from bodys or bullets in brains. If anyone manages to get up before Gaberial and his zombie are done killing everyone he will walk up to them and use his Charnel Touch attack.

I want to make a spellcraft check to see if that guy was just really fast or was using the haste spell or even Expeditious Retreat..... and the dude has to make a DC 15 Will save....
Spellcraft [roll0]

experience and items? I would like to know if there are laptops and jewels and other vauables.. If you want me to make a search check
[roll1]

[Ajadea]

Sarah dashes away backwards from the zombies, keeping her eyes trained on them. She skids to a stop about twenty feet away, her hand already twisting into the beginning form of the somatic component. "Acid Splash!" Another blob of acid forms in her hands and flies towards the nearest zombie.


[roll0]
[roll1]

[UndeadCleric]

Greyv admired his handiwork, smirking as he sheathed his baby effortlessly. He picked up his rifle, and, opening his backpack, pulled out a pack of the ammo, reloading the single bullet he had fired. Putting the ammo away, he pulled a pair of sunglasses out.
"I guess you could say..." he put the sunglasses on, "...that I rocked you." He stood there for a moment of silence, as if listening to something, before he turned to the young man whom the Bronx-wanna-be had been eying for it's dinner. He shouldered his backpack, and approached.
"A magic user, eh?" He smiled in what he thought was a friendly way; he could never be too sure. "My lucky day. I could use some new friends." He extended his hand, offering a shake.

"Maybe we wont be friend if you keep creating puns that bad." Jason smiles out of the corner of his mouth and offers his hand too. "Thanks for helping out, always nice to have another hand, and your's seems to be very capable. Yeah, I know some Arcane magic right now and can make magic items better than average, though right now only scrolls are in my power. I have made some healing scrolls though, in case of battles such as this one and I made a few scrolls which should be able to provide some sustenance in case of food shortage. They will also heal as we eat.

[Greyv]

Greyv's smile was genuine, and his shake was strong.
"Please, you do me an honour," He said, before continuing. This could be just who he was scouting for."You make scrolls, do you? A wonderful talent to have on one's side." He remembered the word. "Are you an artificier?" He certainly hoped so; it would be the perfect development.

[UndeadCleric]

That is what they are typically called. I'm a wizard/artificer, I guess, but it feels weird describing myself as a D+D class. It'll take a while to get used to. You seem to be rather good with both the sword and gun, so what are you? And are you even allowed to have the gun here?

[Greyv]

Greyv grinned sheepishly. He really wasn't supposed to have the gun. "I figure that the effort the police would have to go through to take it from me would far outweigh the benefits of doing so, especially since I have my baby." He shouldered the rifle, continuing."As for what I am?" He searched for the right words.
"I'm....one of a kind. My classes have very little to do with my skill-set, I'm afraid. That's all just training. I've had plenty of that." He scratched the side of his face. He trusted the man; he'd fought the gargoyle along side him. But saying his classes would almost put a label of his weaknesses on the table. He could ask Epsilon. "I'm afraid you'll have to ask the classes question of my friend when we meet up with him." He hoped this was soon; he wanted his raven back. They never missed a chance to co-perform the Miami opening.

[UndeadCleric]

I thought that might be the case with the gun, but I am glad you had it. Do you know the area where your friend is? I could send Blackwing to find him. Or should I say she? Jason gestures to the raven keeping a lookout above us.

[Tyndmyr]

Travis

I decide to call it quits. I hadn't quite achieved the level he was hoping for, but relying on cantrips makes me nervous. I ask the cabbie to drop me off back at the hotel, complement him on the driving and ask him to meet me at the hotel the same time tomorrow if he's available.

I spend the remainder of the day scribing scrolls(four of them, all power word pain), and walking about the hotel, keeping a discrete eye out for strange events. After all, it wouldn't do to have anything threatening the safety of my temporary abode. I order food in, and eat quietly in the common areas, asking any passers by about any news they've seen, and watching TV intently, as are so many others.

Before I go to bed, I rearrange the furniature slightly. I stick a do-not-disturb sign on the doornob, and flip the dresser over to block the window mostly. After I go to my room for the night, I stick the mini fridge in front of the door, and toss the spare chairs behind it. Nobody's getting in without making a great deal of noise and taking some time. Finally, I disconnect the telephone line and go to sleep.

[Greyv]

Greyv shook his head. He hadn't the slightest clue. Espilon said he would contact him as soon as the school was found.
He was originally at the library before striking off in search of a temporary base. He's going to contact me with the location when he reaches and checks it." he said. "For now, we're out of luck." He stretched; his ribs were burning slightly. Looking up, he saw the raven, and grinned.
"Raven fan, eh? I got one too." He sighed, before looking about for any possible enemies. He lowered his voice.
Either way, I'd rather not wait for Goliath to come looking for his pet dog. Or whatever else is out here. We can head back the way we came, but quickly and quietly." He looked at the man.
'The name's Greyv. You got any weapons?" As he spoke, he began to walk back the way he came, as quickly as possible without compromising stealth, and alert for any possible threats.
Two rolls, one for perception, one for stealth.

Perception: (1d20+5)[21]
Stealth: (1d20+4)[24]

[UndeadCleric]

Jason here. I dont have much but I do have a knife. I also have an infusion I want to put on it which should more than double it's meager power. And no, sorry, it only works on my weapons. It will take a minute to do though so I dont want to do it here. And now that I've found someone else who is slightly sane, I don't mind leaving the danger zone. I signal Blackwing to keep a lookout as we creep away.

[Greyv]

Greyv snorted. A pocket knife? They'd have to do something about that. Later though. First was the reconnoitering with Epsilon and the other member, and the obtaining of a secure base.
"I'll see about fixing that little issue asap. You'll want at least a pistol, inaccurate though they are, preferably a rifle. For hand to hand, let's try and find at least a full tang." Greyv was a swordsman first, a gunman second, and bad karma personified full time.

[chrisrawr]

Tetra:
Removing the keys, cigarettes, spare ammunition, and guns from the two mens' corpses, you throw them quickly into the truck before backing it up into the window and setting your clever trap. Sneaking through the abandoned museum with remarkable stealth, you soon begin to jump at shadows, seeing threats behind every wax figure, every mannequin. you decide to end your- definitely not fear -by calling out to the dark. At first, there is no response. Then, faintly, you hear someone.
"Hey!" The voice is muffled, but clear, and seems to be coming from the direction of a large mammoth, which at second glance appears to be tipped over.
"Hey, get me out from under this thing!"

Tetra worked his way around the museum*, closing all the double-doors he could find to the exhibit with the mammoth display. When he was reasonably sure he'd be able to hear another person coming, he slid over to the mammoth* where the voice was still calling for help. "Keep making sound and I shoot. This is your only warning."*** When the man quieted down, Tetra continued: "I'm going to get you out from under here. You're going to keep your hands on the ground the entire time. Do what I say and you might get out of this goddamn mess."***

Tetra looked the mammoth over. It would be too big for him to lift, not to mention too loud and distracting. He pulled out his knife, and began to saw into the torso of the thing.** He hacked out a chunk of fiberglass and fake fur, stepped inside, and began cutting around the dent where the mammoth's side had conformed around the man under it.** In minutes, the man was free.

"Stand up, slowly. Hands where I can see them, palms towards me. Any sudden movements and you lose a knee. I'm not trying to scare you, just looking out for number one right now. It's hell outside, and I don't play dice with my ****." He waited for the man to stand before asking in a voice far too loud, "Got a name? You can call me Tetra, and you can thank me by keeping quiet and helping me search this place for others. I've only got one rule, and that's 'do what I say, or get out of my sight.'" Tetra listened to the sounds of the museum as he spoke, largely inattentive of the person he was speaking to. He was listening for anyone that might have heard his display.**



* Stealth
** Perception
*** Possible diplomacy or intimidation roll; his intent wasn't to intimidate, just to relay facts, but the system may call for it, so here it is just in case.
S
[roll0], [roll1]
P
[roll2], [roll3], [roll4]
In/Dip
[roll5], [roll6]

[Volthawk]

Initiative:[roll0]

"Not over yet. Man, I really didn't want to get in a big fight, as well..."

[UndeadCleric]

Yeah, I agree about the weapons though I wasnt intending to get into gunfights when I came here. And isn't tang a drink? Jason couldn't help but wonder whether this guy was as sane as he had originally thought. I'm not very good with most weapons. So I dont know if that's such a good idea after all.

[Amador]

Andrew:
With an hour or so of work, your birds are able to gather an impressive assortment of logs and driftwood, neatly piling them into a mound beside the road. From the house you are able to locate five hundred dollars from the mans wallet, the keys to his car, and a few credit cards. There are also numerous assorted cutlery, furniture, and other pleasantries, including a steel baseball bat and equipment. As you stuff more of your ill-gotten loot into the vehicle, a small group of people, perhaps ten, but all bloody and ragged, staggers across the bridge towards your new home. A man, dressed in a ragged suit, walks froward from the group tentatively at the sight of your barricade, calling out timidly.
"Uh, sir? Would this happen to be a government barricade? Or are you with the police, maybe! We've been running all day from those- things, and we're not sure where to go." He pleads desperately, shuffling forward.

I step forward to meet him, "I am Agent White from the CSIS. bluff What is your name, and what abilities have you and anyone in your group manifested? If you are willing to help, then I can provide a certain amount of assistance."
If they are willing to help, I ask them to pool all their resources together, help reinforce the barricade and what things they have been running from. This should get them to share their supplies, weapons and cash in a pool. If any of them have access to a ATM card I gather those together along with PIN numbers. They'll be used to make withdrawals as soon as possible.

DM: I'll need a list of their abilities, weapons, supplies and anything else that might be useful before I can decide what to do with them.

[Greyv]

"Tang refers to the blade of a weapon. Full tang means it's fixed in well, all the way through the handle, and reliable for combat." Greyv answered. He'd need some weapon training too, but that could wait.

[Epsilon Rose]

*tchk* I probably shouldn't do this...
A slight chime can be heard as Epsilon takes a step towards his assailant and lands 5 ft behind him, already walking towards Sarah.
Keeping his gun trained on her target the whole time a second click sends a bullet hurtling towards the undead.
but there's something to be said for style.

to hit: 14 to damage: 8
Two notes: the teleport was dimension hop and I move 40 ft/rnd if necessary.

[Curious]

Lawrence:
Pulling yourself into a dark corner of the kitchen, you slide out your elegant blade, ready for murder. The girl calls out once more, and then, growing concern evident in her voice, hurries into the kitchen. She is pretty, with long golden hair, but you do not see her as a person, you only see a walking bundle of experience that hasn't been utilized yet. With a mighty swing, you aim to lop off the girls head, and hopefully net yourself another level. But the cramped confines of the kitchen impede your strike, and you scratch a long furrow in the wall before smashing the corner off a nearby counter. The girl screams as you come into the light, all long limbs and unnatural curves, brandishing a gleaming sword. With a cry of fear, she whirls about to flee, leaving her back exposed to you once again.*

*Attack of opportunity.


Laura:
Making your way quickly through the hallway, you note that there seem to be few other students or faculty around; apparently other people have decided their homes are safer than the schools as well. Shuffling into the gymnasium with a small crowd of students, you garner a few odd looks for carrying a broken broom handle, but you ignore them in favor of surveying the area; there are perhaps a hundred people now in the gym, milling around the center of the floor in confusion. Principal Lang stands nervously at the end of the gym, a mike in one hand. He clears his throat.
"Ah, now that everyone is here." He says, his voice amplified by pre-set speakers.
"Perhaps I could speak." The hubbub of students and teachers talking began to quiet, and all eyes turned to the principal, standing in his casual uniform, looking nervous.
"Ah, yes, thank you." He scratches his head, looking down. "I am. . . Not certain how to say this, but we have been-"
The doors on the gym suddenly shoot open once again, and a pair of men, both masked with balaclavas and armed with rifles, rush in both sets of door.
"You've just been played!" One of them crows, raising his rifle, and with a casual air of cruelty, fires into the massed students.


F.E:
Rushing at the gibbering girl, you quickly decide that you cannot afford to show mercy against those who are insane in these times. Your blade leaps up, slicing into the girls throat in an arterial spray. And yet, horribly, the girl twists towards you, eyes alight with eldritch fire.
"I cngg- shtll hrr thm!" She gurgles, lifting one blood stained hand. A dark nimbus of light springs up about her fingers, and with an eerie look of delight, the girl sends it crashing into your chest.*

*3 Damage.


Matthew:
With reasonable success, you manage to avoid the screaming crowds, who seem to be a danger in themselves at this point, as they tear apart stores and apartments in a blind rage. Working your way deeper into the madness, you see less and less of people, and more and more of the bone chilling undead, shambling about and looking for prey. As you lurk behind a vehicle, staring at a group of undead tearing into a corpse, you hear a sudden screeching sound, like a car speeding down a road. Which is precisely when a taxi whips down the road, the windows rolled down, and zooms past the zombies. As it passes, you see a young man half-leaning out the window, fingers dancing and lips murmuring words that you cannot hear, but that seem to resonate in the air regardless, sending a shiver down your spine. Then he is gone, and one of the zombies begins to steam. At first it is barely noticeable, but then its flesh seems to slough and melt, and finally it staggers upright, steam and blood roiling from its scalded body, moaning in anguish as it is devoured by the invisible power of magic. Finally, it collapses, nothing but a festering skeleton left behind.


Steve:
Jumping into the car, you quickly turn the keys, its powerful engine roaring to life at you touch. Squealing out of the parked position, you punch it, tearing down the street in a thunderous roar. Behind you, two ambulances pull into the street, quickly settling themselves into the parking lot of the hospital. As you drive off, you stare up at the sky, noticing the darkening as night begins to draw over this first day of the new world. Then, as you watch the stars begin to appear, a helicopter pulls up out of the buildings. Not a poice helicopter either; this thing looks military, with rockets and machine-guns and everything. What the hell is going on here?


Gaberial:
Muttering the words for a spell, you quickly thrust you hand out at the escaping man, forcing your will upon him. The unfortunates knees buckle as magical sleep overpowers his mind, and with all haste, he falls to the ground, snoring like a baby.
Satisfied that your secret is safe, you quickly get to work on the rest of the cafe, slitting throats and searing flesh. In the end, you animate another servant, having counted thirteen dead after you were through.*

*800 xp.


Epsilon and Sarah:
(I can't see your rolls to hit, Ajadea)
With a quick jaunt through space and time, Epsilon appears behind one of the assailants, revolver raised and readied. A bullet slams into the zombies back, sending it sprawling to the ground as its spine is nearly pulverized by the force. Groaning, it begins to drag itself up, ignoring the threat it cannot see. The other zombies, however, see an opening in Epsilon's unprotected back, and one takes a lumbering swing, its fingers dragging at your clothes.*

*Barely missed, damn.


Tetra:
Quickly getting to work, you cow the man into silence with a sharp word, carving into the fiber-glass carcass of the mammoth. Within minutes, the man is free, and he stands up shakily.
"T-thanks! I thought I was going to suffocate under there! My names Gregory!" He thrusts his hand out, a smile spreading on his face. "Whats your's? I've been trapped here for at least a few hours, ever since those guys passing through here found me. I'm a guard, you see." He shuffles in embarrassment, before words begin to fall out of his mouth again.
"But they didn't kill me at least! They just stuffed me under the mammoth after they saw I didn't have anything to steal, and then they laughed and left me and it was really uncomfortable, but now you're here and its all good!" He seemed a little out of breathe after his sudden outburst, but almost glowed with the pleasure of having someone to talk to after being trapped under a fake animal for god knows how long.


Volt:
(Uh, sorry, can't see you roll either)


Andrew:
The leader of the group swallows your story with pathetic gratefulness, immediately organizing a work team to aid you in your construction.
After a quick summation of their skills and equipment, you find that the group looks something like this;
Leader: 2nd level expert, mediocre stats, highest a thirteen in intelligence.
Follower: 1st level commoner, highest stat in constitution, at a twelve.
Follower: 1st level expert, good stats, highest a fourteen in wisdom.
Follower: 1st level fighter, good stats, highest a fifteen in strength.
Follower: 1st level aristocrat, mediocre stats, highest a thirteen in charisma.
Follower: 2nd level commoner, mediocre stats, highest a twelve in intelligence.
Follower: 1st level sorcerer, good stats, highest a sixteen in charisma.
Follower: 1st level expert, bad stats, highest an eleven in wisdom.
Follower: 1st level commoner, good stats, highest a fourteen in constitution.
Follower: 1st level expert, mediocre stats, highest a thirteen in strength.
Almost no equipment except two hundred dollars in cash, a small knife and a some bank cards.


Greyv and Jason:
As the two of you speak, you hear a pained groan from the road, where you realize the two former captives of the gargoyle are still lying. One lifts himself up on one elbow, shaking his head groggily and nursing the massive bump on his head tenderly.
"Uhg." He says intelligently, groaning in pain. "Where the hell am I?"


Mike:
As the truck smashes through the barricade, a flood of police pours into the market, guns raised and prepared for violence. Your target doesn't seem to care, and pops up with a gleeful cry, hands wreathed in eldritch energies. You don't give him time for spells, however, as you unleash a spell of your own, unleashing a wave of energies over the police and the unfortunate gangster. This time it sticks; with a frozen look of agony on his face, the spell-caster screams in agony, clutching his eyes and rolling on the ground, screaming. The police who got in your way suffer much the same fate, all seven rolling in paroxysms on the ground as their minds are overloaded with stimulus. The fighting grinds to a halt at your intervention, as almost everyone is either chasing after the fleeing truck or dead or on the ground rolling after your spell.

[Sinpoder]

Gaberial looks at the bodies and then sighs sightly as he sends a mental message to his minons " Go out there and kill the guy that I just made fall asleep, and bring his body back in here " Gaberial then starts to search though all the bodies( taking wallets,purses, jewerly, everything) and starts to pile all the stuff on a near by table, once that is done he walks up to the cash register and places his hand on it and whispers the magic words. Shocking Grasp Gaberial watchs as the system in the register frys and hopefully opens the drawer.

If it did or not, Gaberial would then walk back over to the pile of loot and start to Appraise the stuff in the pile one at a time. If his zombies got back with he body of the dead guy then he would loot him too putting it all in the pile and would kept going with Appraising all the stuff.

See dice rolling thread

[Greyv]

Greyv and Jason:
As the two of you speak, you hear a pained groan from the road, where you realize the two former captives of the gargoyle are still lying. One lifts himself up on one elbow, shaking his head groggily and nursing the massive bump on his head tenderly.
"Uhg." He says intelligently, groaning in pain. "Where the hell am I?"
Greyv stopped, and with a turn, pointed the rifle warily at the man, before lowering it. The man had been assaulted, and was clearly injured. By common decency, he should aid him. But being a victim did not make the man a civilian, or even an innocent. He regarded the man with a practiced gaze; the gaze of a fighter.
"Depends on how you answer." He looked down at him, his eyes searching for any hint of a lie. "I'd hate to put a bullet in an innocent."
For a perception check on the now conscious man:

Perception: 1d20+5

[Urist]

As the vehicle speeds past, Matthew feverishly attempts to memorize the plate number and general features of the vehicle in question, along with the mans face*. After that, he proceeds to examine the zombies in question, looking specifically for how many they are and how far away. If they are in force(4 or more), Matthew quietly slinks away, looking for easier prey*. If not, he concentrates, manifesting Bolt(material display only, silent)(-1pp). Pulling out his LEI, he proceeds to load the manifested bullets into the clip.

Slowly peaking over the car, Matthew sights on the nearest zombie, and with a prayer on his lips and an epithet ready if he fails, he pulls the trigger**, hiding after the shot is complete.

If that zombie falls or doesn't notice the shot(which is silenced), Matthew follows up with another shot, aiming more carefully this time**.

If he hasn't felled one zombie by now(or if the other zombies have noticed and are within 20 feet)Matthew concentrates on manifesting an Astral Construct, Overchanlled to ML (-1 pp, -1d8 HP). This Astral Construct has Improved Natural Attack and Trip Special Qualities, and is directed to charge the nearest zombie and attempt a slam, followed by a trip. After the round spent manifesting the Astral Construct, Matthew books it, attempting to lose the zombies before they attack him.

*See dice rolling thread

[UndeadCleric]

Jason does not like the tone Greyv is using and starts forward, eager to help the once captives of the gargoyle. It takes only a moment for him to realize that Greyv is actually being quite wise but he still doesnt like Greyv's attitude. I am not quite so eager to persecute you as my friend here is but we do need a reason to trust you. Now, more than ever, anyone can be dangerous.
See dice thread for rolls.

[Greyv]

Greyv noted Jason, and smiled; He wasn't the only soul left with a sense of honour, it seemed.
"Brooklyn," he nodded at the remains of the gargoyle, "is dead. You're safe, as long as you're not playing Mad Jack The Ripper." He scanned the surroundings. He really didn't want to stay in the open. Not if the rest of the Xanatos Pack could be near.

Perception: (1d20+5)[20]
Sense motive: (1d20+2)[6]

[UndeadCleric]

What do you know about what is happening? And is there any way you can help out? Whether it's abilities, knowledge or money to produce items, anything helps. Jason hates seeing the men injured so badly and needing to pressure the men this way but it is important that we know what is available to plan with.

[Forum Explorer]

She's completly lost it then. No mercy for those who can't control this power. F.E. muttered to himself before letting his mind run back over all of the girl's movements and patterns. Using this insight F.E. lunged forward focusing on driving the blade deep into the girl's body and ending this with one final blow.


Rolls and damage and actions
Using a point of inspiration to help me hit.
roll to hit 1d20+5 = 9*
roll for damage 1d10+2 = 11*
spellcraft to figure out what she did = 7*
* = die roller thread.

[Amador]

I gather the money and put it in the house. When I return I give the baseball bat to the fighter. Then I use detect good on them.

possible edit later.

[Lokey57]

((As forum diceroller is down for the moment...

Attack Roll/Damage
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2938687/))

Foolish girl. Knew she not that moving without using a withdraw action invoked an Attack of Opportunity? His mind fully immersed solely in mechanics at the moment, what little morality he had suppressed even further by his now mutagenic enhanced state, Lawrence hesitated not in striking out at the young girl's exposed back...believing her to be a worthy addition to his ever increasing EXP total.

Should she somehow not fall from such a blow though...it would be then that Lawrence would switch to a punishing stance and offensive stance (Punishing Stance activated), before charging with his blade... She was not to escape!

Charging Strike Attack Roll/Damage
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2938697/

((Take -2 off the attack is Lawrence couldn't charge. ))

[Volthawk]

....dammit. Didn't notice that. Since forum roller is apparently down, here's the Invisible Castle roll. (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2938867/)

[Tyndmyr]

Travis
---------

After a healthy dose of scribing and a bit of food, I toss on a jacket. It might get chilly out. It is Canada, after all. I toss the scrolls into the pockets, and wander back out, wishing I hadn't told the cabbie to wait until tomorrow. Oh well, saving money is probably for the best. I amble back in the direction we drove earlier, wondering if there's any zombies or other odd types around, doing my best to look nondescript despite holding a scroll in my left hand.

[Ajadea]

Sarah shakes her head and hurls another blob of acid at the zombie Epsilon shot.


[roll0]
[roll1]

[Reficule]

Laura groans to herself as the second-worst case scenario plays out. Quickly she reaches into her bag and pulls out her scrolls.


Initiative
If targets are close enough to be hit by one Grease I will use a scroll of it. If not I will move within range of a Color Spray and use a scroll of it to hit both without an AoO. If both make their saves against Grease I will drop prone for increased defense against ranged, if both fail saves against grease I will move next to one with my bitchin' quarterstaff.

Next round I will Acid Splash anyone who is made their will/reflex save. If both are down I will melee one if grease, Coup de Grace Acid Splash if color spray. OOC thread said we can do that.
Acid Splash: [roll]1d20+2Ranged Touch
Grease DC: 16 Reflex
Color Spray DC: 15 Will

[Chess435]

Let me know when I get done scribing, I need to go out and get some XP!

[Kobold-Bard]

Mike

Mike sighs with relief. Calling invisible acid to his fingers he murders the mage, followed by the police. After the first three some stir but they are blind and stunned, none put up any resistance worthwhile.

Amongst the melted faces, Mike ponders for a moment how little they are fazing him, he must be a seriously cold hearted bastard and just never realised before. As he plans to grab wallets, phones, anything else easily in reach and shove them into his backpack one of the cops gets up.

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Criminal & first 3 cops die as they are helpless.

Next 5 have their AC reduced by 4 & have no Dex bonus & are touch attacks:
[roll0] / [roll1] = [2] (DC12)
[roll2] / [roll3] = [4] (DC14)
[roll4] / [roll5] = [4] (DC14)
[roll6] / [roll7] = [6] (DC16)
[roll8] / [roll9] = [6] (DC16)

Fort Saves are if the damage isn't enough to drop them to dying (hopefully it will since they were already injured IIRC from the crim's bullets & spell <crosses finger>). If they drop to dying I'll keep spamming Acid Splash until they die.

[chrisrawr]

Tetra:
Quickly getting to work, you cow the man into silence with a sharp word, carving into the fiber-glass carcass of the mammoth. Within minutes, the man is free, and he stands up shakily.
"T-thanks! I thought I was going to suffocate under there! My names Gregory!" He thrusts his hand out, a smile spreading on his face. "Whats your's? I've been trapped here for at least a few hours, ever since those guys passing through here found me. I'm a guard, you see." He shuffles in embarrassment, before words begin to fall out of his mouth again.
"But they didn't kill me at least! They just stuffed me under the mammoth after they saw I didn't have anything to steal, and then they laughed and left me and it was really uncomfortable, but now you're here and its all good!" He seemed a little out of breathe after his sudden outburst, but almost glowed with the pleasure of having someone to talk to after being trapped under a fake animal for god knows how long.

"You can call me Tetra. No offense, but close enough to shake hands is close enough to plant a knife in me, and like I said I'm not a dice guy." Looking around, Tetra realized he hadn't made small-talk in weeks. Maybe months. It was a bit awkward.

Changing the subject, he inquired "Your friends, what'd they look like? I had a run-in with a couple of guys on my way in here. Didn't like the way they looked. Let's just say that anyone having a good time of this... nightmare... isn't too high on the list of people that I can respect."

Nervous now, Tetra asks the guard if he still has his keys. "I'm going to be camping out for a little while on the roof of your museum. It's got a nice, open view and there's only a couple conventional ways up. You're welcome to join me, or you can carry on with your day, though I can guarantee that things are going to get worse from here."

Tetra frowned, not wanting to scare the poor man, but unwilling to put up with him if he became a nuisance. "If you do head home, don't take the truck parked by the broken window. For one, it's mine. For two, it's boobytrapped. Regardless, I'm gonna need those keys, and if you've got them I'd suggest handing them over. If not, you can help me look for them if you're gonna stick around."

((OOC: More roleplay on Tetra's reactions to bein' so manly and awesome coming when I get inspirated n stuff.))

[Curious]

Gaberial:
Your servant ambles out onto the road at your command, clumsily putting a bullet into the back of the downed mans head before he can recover. Satisfied, you turn back to the loot you had gathered from the bodies of your victims. Gathered in a small pile, there is a surprisingly small amount for the number of people you had killed. There is exactly one-thousand two-hundred and forty-three dollars, five lap-tops- each worth about four hundred dollars each -and a few pieces of jewelry and miscellaneous objects worth up to another three hundred dollars. As you count your ill-gotten gains, you hear, faintly, the sound of sirens, like those on a police car.


F.E:
All luck seems to desert you, as the girl manages to glide around your blade with unnatural grace, her gurgling, bloody laugh still frothing forth from her lips. She raises her hand once more, the dark nimbus springing up once again, before sending another beam of the dark energy crashing into your side.* As you stumble at the blow, you realize that you cannot even recognize the powers she is utilizing now.

*4 damage.


Urist:
Replaying the scene in your mind, you quickly memorize the plate number of the car that has just driven by, as well as the facial features of the mage- or whatever - that had attacked the zombies. Speaking of zombies, seeing as there were only two left after the drive-by, you decide to do your part in protecting against undead invasions, and summon your weapon. Aiming carefully, you send a bullet into the side of one of the remaining zombies, staggering it at the blow. Your second shot pings off the side of a vehicle, causing their heads to spin about, searching for prey. You duck back behind your cover, quickly gathering your powers to assault them. Summoning forth a construct of power, you direct it to charge at the wounded zombie, astral claws unsheathed. With an unearthly silence, it glides forward and shears it's claws through the zombies rotting flesh, parting it like wet cloth. But despite the blows, the zombie seems unfazed, stumbling forward with it's fellow to assault you.


Jason and Greyv:
Spotting no other threats in your area, you turn to the recovering victim of the gargoyle, entreating him to speak. Staring at the two of you, the man seems out of focus, his eyes crossing and wandering, but he responds.
"I don't really- know. I was. . ." He trails off, staring blankly into the distance. "I was doing something important. Really important. But I can't remember. Why can't I remember!" He shouts in frustration, stumbling to his feet, breathing heavily at the unexpected exertion.


Mike:
With a merciless gleam in your eyes, you summon globes of acid to your hands, pressing them carefully into the faces of your foes, melting their flesh with ease. As the others begin to stir, you quickly summon more of the burning fluid, sending it splashing over the bodies of your prey in efficient bursts. The last cop stumbles to his feet just as you finish off the last of his friends, and with a raw scream of rage he snatches up his pistol and aims it shakily on you.
"Goddamn you! Die!" He screams.*

Gain a level. :xykon:

*Initiative


Tetra:
Gregory shuffles a bit, his mouth opening and closing, before snapping shut with a 'click'.
"They looked like, guys I guess. One was reeeealy tall, like scary much, but his friends looked pretty normal, 'cept they were all wearing these weird masks with no faces on 'em."
As you suggest that he leaves, Gregory suddenly seems very desperate.
" Nonono!" He cries. "I'll stay here with you! You look pretty scary! I'm sure that'll keep me safe! I want to stay with you here!" He pulls the keys out of his pocket, practically throwing them at you.
"Here you go! You can use them if you like!"


Chess:
With a few hours of hard work behind you, you sigh in contentment as you lay out a neat series of scrolls, power in the palm of your hands.


Andrew:
Your detect good spell registers on only one of the unfortunate group; the 2nd level commoner, who seems a little bumbling, but is also pathetically eager to please.


David:
You win then. Roll an attack or something. :smalltongue:


Travis:
As night falls, you notice that the streets are almost well and truly deserted, nothing but corpses and crashed vehicles left on the roads, which seems almost unnatural in a major city like Vancouver. You distantly hear the sound of gunshots and screams, some quite close; actually, if you turn the corner of this next street you are certain you will find a battle raging.


Sarah:
Your acid splash eats quickly into the zombie, and with a final roar of protest, it collapses into protoplasmic goo. The others, of course, seem unconcerned, and shamble forward, claws outstretched.


Laura:
Seeing that both the bastards who had fired on your students were clustered close together, you fire off a Grease spell, which coats the both of them in a fountain of slippery goo. One immediately loses his balance and crashes to the floor, his gun skidding off to the side, while the other maintains a shaky balance, stumbling about, and fires off a round erratically into the air, hitting nothing. Seeing an opportunity, you rush forward, sending a glob of acid flying into the face of the downed man. He screams as the glob of liquid agony eats into him, tearing at his flesh with ragged fingers as he is devoured by the magic. His fellow looks on in horror, crazily firing off another shot, again hitting nothing.


Lawrence:
Sorry, can't see the rolls.

[Urist]

Stepping out from behind the car, Matthew gathers his will in his forehead. With an effort, he molds his will, coaxing it to assume a material shape and structure. As a deep hum emanates from his general vicinity, a small crystal takes shape within his palm, sharp and faceted. With another small effort of will, he launches it towards the nearest zombie. After, he moves back, attempting to put a little distance between him and the zombies.


Attack roll for Crystal Shard- [roll0]
Damage [roll1](-1 Inspiration)

[Urist]

(In an assumption that the first doesn't hit)

As the shot goes wide, Matthew swears under his breath. He repeats the same process, with a little more urgency than the first time, and aims carefully at the nearest zombie. "Aim for the head, and the body will die.", he whispers to himself, and shoots the crystal.


Attack roll to hit(Crystal Shield) [roll0]
Damage Roll: [roll1]

[Greyv]

Jason and Greyv:
Spotting no other threats in your area, you turn to the recovering victim of the gargoyle, entreating him to speak. Staring at the two of you, the man seems out of focus, his eyes crossing and wandering, but he responds.
"I don't really- know. I was. . ." He trails off, staring blankly into the distance. "I was doing something important. Really important. But I can't remember. Why can't I remember!" He shouts in frustration, stumbling to his feet, breathing heavily at the unexpected exertion.
Greyv put a hand to block Jason, raising the rifle slightly. He didn't want to, but violence could solve the problem, if nothing else did. He tried his luck with calming the man.
"Concussions tend to do that." He tried to smile again. "Especially concussions from living piles of concrete." He didn't like wasting any more time, no matter how noble the cause. Doing so had gotten many a warrior killed, and he didn't intend to join them yet. Not while he had things to do.
"Look, stressing yourself isn't gonna fix anything. Nor is standing around. We can figure it out on the move. I can't guarantee anything until we're out of here, preferably somewhere easily fortified." He searched the man with burning eyes, trying to be nice.
Greyv is attempting a diplomacy check, alongside a perception check to see if there is any new dangers. Yes. He's trying to be nice.

Diplomacy: (1d20+4)[5]
perception: (1d20+5)[12]

[Sinpoder]

Gaberial:
Your servant ambles out onto the road at your command, clumsily putting a bullet into the back of the downed mans head before he can recover. Satisfied, you turn back to the loot you had gathered from the bodies of your victims. Gathered in a small pile, there is a surprisingly small amount for the number of people you had killed. There is exactly one-thousand two-hundred and forty-three dollars, five lap-tops- each worth about four hundred dollars each -and a few pieces of jewelry and miscellaneous objects worth up to another three hundred dollars. As you count your ill-gotten gains, you hear, faintly, the sound of sirens, like those on a police car.
.

Gaberial counted his money, and once it is counted he puts it in his pocket of his leather jacket. Gaberial then pulls out one of the laptops and then starts to hack into it, searching for every ounce of personal information that he could find. Gaberial then looks over at the door and then says to his zombie slaves Take the bodies and put them in the bathroom, NOW!! with the both of them working they should be able to put them all in the bathroom before the cops got here. Gaberial would then contiue to sit hacking that computer, and as he sends a mental command Hide behind the register and when I say now shoot the cops or whatever is in this room besides me. Gaberial would sit there calmly as he waited for the cops to show up.

My rolls for hacking one of the laptops. if I can take 20 before the cops get here I will if not then.

[roll0]

[UndeadCleric]

Jason pays little attention to the hand that is blocking him aside from the effort it take for him to brush it away.
We're here to help you if you'll let us. Do you at least remember you're name? Jason tries to sound and look caring but it isnt easy to be calm when you have just been attacked by something out of a fairy tale.The recent excitement seem to have increased his paranoia some though, as he keep taking covert glances around the square.
Regardless, Greyv is right, we need to get out of here before that guy's friend's show up. A little more of harsh reality crept into that last sentence than Jason meant to put in.
Diplomacy: (1d20+8)[22]
Perception: (1d20+5)[6]
Sense motive: (1d20+5)[17]

[OOC: Third time writing this up, first 2 crashed on me]

[Forum Explorer]

F.E. hissed in pain. can't take much more of this. I didn't want to go all out in front of my friends but I have no choice now. He thought to himself before moving ten feet to the side of the girl. As he did shadows seemed to move closer and around him, blurring his figure. Finally he focused his strength and struck out again useing the knowladge he gleaned from last turn again.


Moving the necessary distance circuling the girl for my stance child of shadows to kick in and grant me concealment and using my last point of inspiration

Attack to hit
[roll0] if hit activate my Stone Bones attack for DR 5/adamatine

Damage [roll1]

[Lokey57]

(( Here are the rolls again for Curious, hoping that the die roller now works.

AOO
[spoiler]
[roll0]
[roll1]

Attack/Charge (if possible)
[roll2]
[roll3] ))

[Kobold-Bard]

Mike

As the cop recovered Mike felt a weird sensation, not dissimilar to that feeling of light-headedness you get after drinking far too much Red Bull. In later days he would theorise this was a mixture of the adrenaline rush & fear of having a gun pointed at him for the first time, and the new D&D rules meaning all the death he had caused shunting him up to "Level 2", and the tingling he had felt was his body adjusting.

Barely able to think, his head swimming slightly, Mike supernaturally improved intellect brought him to his senses as the man allowed his rage to consume his training; his stance shoddy and his aim weak.

Making it very clear his lips are sealed he speaks into the man's brain directly.

"Do not think this is personal, I deeply respect those who will stand against crime, injustice and monsters like me. But I am a monster, and now you must die".

And with that he once again looses his "psychic sledgehammer", crushing the man's mind.

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Initiative: [roll0]

Manifest Mind Thrust (2PP) -
Concentration check to dispense auditory display (DC16): [roll1]
Damage (Will DC16 negates): [roll2]

Move to cover even if he's down, if he is I'll melt him a bit to make sure. If not, I'll let you know next round.

[Volthawk]

David raises his revolver again, firing a shot at this new person.


Attack (using Precision again): [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Tyndmyr]

Travis
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I grin widely at the sounds of nearby carnage in the still night air. Flush with my earlier successes, I anticipate only victory, and with it additional power. "Surprise, cover, already engaged...yeah, easy xp", I think. I grab another scroll with my other hand and flip open the one I'm carrying, exposing the eldritch words to my eager eyes as I peer around the corner, ready to end the most credible theat via a spasm of pain.

[Amador]

I get the group to work on the barrier and then go into the house to the first room with a table. Time to get organzing, I think. I head into the garage of the house and begin look for more supplies, I figure I'll spend an hour or so throughly going over stuff in the house storage areas.

[chrisrawr]

Tetra:
Gregory shuffles a bit, his mouth opening and closing, before snapping shut with a 'click'.
"They looked like, guys I guess. One was reeeealy tall, like scary much, but his friends looked pretty normal, 'cept they were all wearing these weird masks with no faces on 'em."
As you suggest that he leaves, Gregory suddenly seems very desperate.
" Nonono!" He cries. "I'll stay here with you! You look pretty scary! I'm sure that'll keep me safe! I want to stay with you here!" He pulls the keys out of his pocket, practically throwing them at you.
"Here you go! You can use them if you like!"

"Wonderful," he says, catching the keys. "In which case, you can direct me to the roof."

Making their way towards the roof, Tetra notes the directions, for ease of getaway if need-be. Once upon the roof, he carefully inspects the surrounding area from high vantage.

North[roll0]
East[roll1]
South[roll2]
West[roll3]

[Chess435]

*scribblescribblescribblescribble* for now, I guess.

[Frog Dragon]

Mika:
The taxi drove nervously through the city, eying traffic nervously as you travel west, away from the violence in Coquitlam and Surrey. As you pass the bridge leading to Vancouver International Airport, you see a strange sight; huge planes coasting in to the landing area, loaded down with freight and vehicles. Troops of soldiers march around the perimeter of the island, distantly visible from your position.
"Man, I wonder what they're gonna do." The driver groused, pulling a cigarette from his breast pocket and lighting it in one swift motion. "I bet it's gonna be like a movie, and they're gonna kill us all, just in case, right?"
"Well, I hope not." Mika sunk more into his spot in the back seat. He had always been oversensitive to secondary smoke. Luckily, they were almost at the university.

The driver stopped, and Mika jumped out, having already checked the number on the counter. He dropped an equivalent amount of cash before rushing, not quite running, off to the inside of the university. He coughed a few times, such being almost reflexive after being in the presence of a smoker. It seemed that he was not the only one who had this idea. He walked in the double doors at the front. At least he was off the streets now, and had a slightly better chance of figuring out what was going on. The situation inside didn't look dangerous yet, so he would save his buffs.

[Curious]

Mika:
The University of Vancouver is quite large, and quite crowded. Hundreds of people have jammed themselves into the main buildings and grounds, and shouts of panic drift through the air as they search for family members, friends, or anything else they just can't find. Scattered throughout the crowd are faculty members, who continually shout for the crowd to please calm down, and vainly attempt to placate the frantic populace.


Greyv and Jason:
The man snarls at Greyv at his blundering attempts to diffuse the situation.
"I can recover in whatever manner I wish, you cretin!" He snaps, a wild look in his eye. Drawing himself up to his full height, which isn't terribly impressive, he opens his mouth for another tirade, but is interrupted by Jason.
"Perhaps you are right," He agrees, grudgingly. "There may be more of these creatures, and I certainly do not wish to be taken prisoner by- my other's -whoever can create things like this." He turns away, seeming not to have noticed his verbal slip.
"My name is. . ." His eyes grow distant. "Hadrian. Yes, thats it. Hadrian."


Chess:
You are now finished your scroll scribing, and begin to hear the sounds of Andrew's gang of servants working on the road outside.


Lawrence:
Striking swiftly, your sword slashes through the air, separating the girl's head from her shoulders in a fountain of blood. As her body thumps to the floor, you feel more of that same power growing in your body, enhancing you further.*

*Gain 100 xp.


Matthew:
Your first crystal flys off erratically, chipping a hole in the stone of a building across the street. Your undead assailants groan in incomprehensible agony, dragging themselves over the vehicle with tentative movements. Swearing, you ready another shot, aiming directly at the head of a stretched-out zombie. With unerring accuracy, the bolt of crystal smashed through the gaping mouth of the restless corpse, blowing out the back of it's head with an unpleasant squelching sound. The undead minion pauses, for a brief second, then resumes its slow crawl, sliding off the top of the vehicle in a mound at your feet.


Gaberial:
With groans of assent, your servants begin to slowly drag the remains of your rampage into the back room, leaving streaks of blood and other bodily fluids on the tiled floor. Concentrating on your own work, you begin to slip past the security systems of one of the unfortunates laptops, gaining access in the time it would take most people to put in their own passwords. Flipping through his e-mail, you find little of interest; some chatter with his family, a bit of talk about something called the Stained Window and other titles that sound like books, and some final messages to his girlfriend. The sirens grow nearer, and mere moments after the last of your orders are completed and your servants duck behind the counter of the store, a police car pulls slowly into the parking lot of the building. A pair of police officers step out, pistols drawn and ready. They slowly advance on the building, pushing the glass door open slowly. The interior is mostly dark now, and one of them pauses to click a flashlight on. And illuminates- you.
"Get on the ground, now!" One of the cops yells, seemingly unfazed at the image of you, calmly clicking away at the computer while stained with blood.


F.E:
With a steely determination in your eyes, you determine that you must end this fight, immediately. Calling upon your new powers, you strike viciously at the wounded girl with your blade. With a sickening sliding sound, your blade slides into the girls chest, between two of her upper ribs, and into the space just above her heart. With a final gurgle of terrible, frothing laughter, the girl slips off your blade, falling to the floor with a muffled thump, her life-blood leaking swiftly out onto the stained floor.* Silence reigns, with looks of horror being cast equally at you and the girl by the crowd, who seem to edge slowly away.

*Gain 200 xp.


Mike:
With your terrifying display of mastery over the human mind, you begin to draw in your power for the final blow against this last obstacle, ready to crush his puny will. But feeling the locus of power that begins to draw against his skin, the cop screams in shrill terror, and his shaking finger pulls the trigger on his weapon. A bullet zips through the air, slashing across your side before you can fully draw upon your strength.*
Crying out in rage and pain, you thrust out with your mind, hammering upon the poor mans mind in a maddening cacophony of power. The man froths at the mouth, and screams once more as he tears at the skin of his face, sinking to his knees as the pressure slowly crushes him into the dirt. Curling up into a weeping ball of agony, he finally, mercifully, passes into the darkness of unconsciousness. Fury seething through you, you summon a ball of hissing acid to your hand once again, and with a casual flick of your wrist, send it careening into the mans ruined face. He does not even wake as the acid sears through his bloody flesh, rendering it down into a protoplasmic slop.

*2 damage.


David:
Swinging your weapon up for another shot, in your haste to destroy your enemy the shot flies wildly, shattering a car window. The man laughs, and, finishing his arcane chanting, jerks his finger out, sending a pair of blue bolts of force flying at you. They sear into the flesh of your chest, sending waves of sickening agony through your body at the impact.* A shot rings out as one of the cops opens fire, the bullet slapping into the mage's chest with a meaty thud, sending a spurt of blood flying.

*6 Damage.


Travis:
Ducking around the corner of a street, you quickly take in the scenario. Three people wielding long rifles are crouched behind a pair of parked cars set at right angles to each other, firing the occasional shot at a second group across the street. The second group is larger, with at least five you can see, all sheltering behind the pitted hulk of a large truck, heads ducked as bullets whiz overhead. They seem to have no method of defense for themselves.


Andrew:
Deciding to root through the guts of the packed garage, you leave orders with your gang of servants to continue work on the barricade, before getting down to work. Inside the garage you find a car, with the keys already in your possession, several spare mattresses and cots, fishing equipment, two hunting rifles with a large supply of ammunition, the necessary equipment for several disparate sports, and three mountain bikes. There are numerous other items, but most seem to be of sentimental value, or so throughly junked as to be nearly unrecognizable.


Tetra:
"Sure!" Gregory chirps, quickly sprinting off for the stairs to the second floor, and then the roof. Once atop the building, you scrutinize the area about you, searching for more of the strangeness that seems to have sprung up. To the North you spot smoke, several rising columns of it drifting inland on the westerly wind. To the East, you manage to spot several columns of vehicles barreling through the streets, painted in military colors. To the West, you spot little, save for signs of violence in the last day. To the South, you can see signs of combat, looting, and more of the undead menace. As you watch, two large trucks pull out of the nearby streets, beginning a drive-by of the museum.

[Sinpoder]

Mika:
Gaberial:
With groans of assent, your servants begin to slowly drag the remains of your rampage into the back room, leaving streaks of blood and other bodily fluids on the tiled floor. Concentrating on your own work, you begin to slip past the security systems of one of the unfortunates laptops, gaining access in the time it would take most people to put in their own passwords. Flipping through his e-mail, you find little of interest; some chatter with his family, a bit of talk about something called the Stained Window and other titles that sound like books, and some final messages to his girlfriend. The sirens grow nearer, and mere moments after the last of your orders are completed and your servants duck behind the counter of the store, a police car pulls slowly into the parking lot of the building. A pair of police officers step out, pistols drawn and ready. They slowly advance on the building, pushing the glass door open slowly. The interior is mostly dark now, and one of them pauses to click a flashlight on. And illuminates- you.
"Get on the ground, now!" One of the cops yells, seemingly unfazed at the image of you, calmly clicking away at the computer while stained with blood.



Gaberial calmly, very creeply calm, looks up from his computer as he says simply O but why officer? I am harmless Gaberial then raise up both of his bloody hands, and his necromanic tattoo on his hands pulses with necromanic energy. Gaberial quickly says the magic words, then suddendly a human skeleton appears right behind both of the cops and instantly attacks them both with his claws* In the very same moment Gaberial told both of his slaves from behind the counter Attack the cops!!!* Gaberial would try not get hit by bullets as he takes cover after that.

The spell Gaberial cast was Summon Undead I, and the skeleton gets two claws at them. They are flanked so they lose there dex if any and I am not sure if the cops are being flanked by my zombies but I don't know....

Skeleton: [roll0] If Hit: [roll1]
2nd Attack: [roll2] If Hit: [roll3]

Zombie 1 ( this one has the gun): [roll4] If Hit [roll5]

Zombie 2 ( one without gun): Slam: [roll6] If Hit [roll7]

[Greyv]

Greyv and Jason:
The man snarls at Greyv at his blundering attempts to diffuse the situation.
"I can recover in whatever manner I wish, you cretin!" He snaps, a wild look in his eye. Drawing himself up to his full height, which isn't terribly impressive, he opens his mouth for another tirade, but is interrupted by Jason.
"Perhaps you are right," He agrees, grudgingly. "There may be more of these creatures, and I certainly do not wish to be taken prisoner by- my other's -whoever can create things like this." He turns away, seeming not to have noticed his verbal slip.
"My name is. . ." His eyes grow distant. "Hadrian. Yes, thats it. Hadrian."
Greyv noticed. And alarms were set off in his head. Not to mention he had been called stupid. He calmed himself easily enough; the moron wasn't worth his trouble yet. But that slip up was....well, he motioned Jason over to him.
"You hear what he said?" Greyv raised an eyebrow. "He's connected to the ex-gargoyle." Greyv didn't like that one bit. Had he no honour, he would've dropped the man right there. And he still might have to.

[UndeadCleric]

Jason noticed the slip too and moved out of the man's immediate area, whispering to Greyv "What does that mean though? Surely if his friends, or enemies, was what he was talking about, he wouldnt have felt it necessary to include the "other"?
Besides he doesnt seem to be conscious that he even said that. If you trust yourself to be able to overpower him, I would encourage us to try to be friends. If not, we should inquire more before reaching a decision. Jason has a rather bad habit of using many, many words when just a few would work better.

[Epsilon Rose]

Epsilon takes a step away from the latest zed to attack him *tch* "That's getting annoying" And my guns not doing enough... Guess it's time to start ad-libing.

Roll to create a cantrip 39

[Ajadea]

Damned zombies... Sarah moves back again, careful to avoid stepping into the path of any motorized vehicles, and casts acid splash again, the movement and words almost completely automatic.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[Chess435]

I'll take the scroll to Andrew, and see what he's up to.

[Urist]

Stepping back, Matthew levels his pistol at the zombie at his feet. "You need to learn how to GIVE UP!" He takes another shot at the zombie, aiming for the elbow to stop it from crawling towards him.

Attack Roll: [roll0]
Damage Roll: [roll1]

He continues to back up, taking shots at the zombies as he goes.
To hit: [roll2]
Damage: [roll3]
To hit: [roll4]
Damage: [roll5]
To hit: [roll6]
Damage: [roll7]

[Forum Explorer]

F.E.

F.E. pulled his blade out and slowly bowed his head. Father in Heaven, please forgive this girl's sins. The power she gained drove her mad. Please protect and guide the rest of us in these dangerous time. F.E. murmered. Then he took the time to refresh his mind while he cleaned his blade of the girls blood. Finally he turned back to the crowd of fellow students wincing at the pain of his injuries as he faced them and spoke.

My friends I could not have asked for a better example of why we must stick together. She nearly defeated me, a person who knows exactly what he's doing, against other people she easily could have killed them as we saw before. She would have kept killing, driven by an urge beyond her understanding, until someone proved lucky enough to bring her down.

Outside our fellow students are in a panic. Meanwhile anyone can just wander in and start killing our friends and faimly like she did. Before us lies three main tasks:

1. That we get everyone calmed down and orginized

2. That we control who enters the University to prevent more murderers and insane from killing the helpless

3. That we learn what each of us is capable of

We have all had training in the use of these weapons. At this time we must leave our fears and doubts behind. We must oppose those who would destroy us without hesitation. If any of you think that you are unable to do so then feel free to stand down now. I promise you that I will stand in protection of everyone I can as long as I still draw breath.

Now I'm going to go down there and try to help people. Who's with me?

How much XP do I get?

Also should I roll anything here?
Edit: Diplomacy roll d20+4 = 21*
*See rolling thread

[Amador]

I let Cody know what the inventory is and ask him to help set up spare rooms in the house for my little gang. I also ask if anyone in the group has experience using firearms. Once all that is done, I'll use my birds to empty the trash out of the garage.

OOC: I'll post the layout tomorrow.

[chrisrawr]

Tetra:
"Sure!" Gregory chirps, quickly sprinting off for the stairs to the second floor, and then the roof. Once atop the building, you scrutinize the area about you, searching for more of the strangeness that seems to have sprung up. To the North you spot smoke, several rising columns of it drifting inland on the westerly wind. To the East, you manage to spot several columns of vehicles barreling through the streets, painted in military colors. To the West, you spot little, save for signs of violence in the last day. To the South, you can see signs of combat, looting, and more of the undead menace. As you watch, two large trucks pull out of the nearby streets, beginning a drive-by of the museum.

Atop the roof, Tetra signals for Greg to keep his head down. Then, he pauses, and adds a vocal to go with it - "Keep down and don't move much, I'll tell you if anything interesting happens."

Thus assured, he settles down to track the desperadoes in their wanton destruction. After a few seconds he feels confident in his ability to take them out, and he begins leveling shots at them. Fire, cover, pause, take aim, fire, cover... After every shot he takes cover behind a vent, or the lip of the roof, or ducks inside the stairwell. When the vehicles stop and the people inside of them are dead, he begins taking shots at the undead to the south, knowing that with all this smoke and at the distance they're at he's probably just wasting shots. It's time to go pick up his "goodie bags" from their various drop points and find a place to hole-up.


Some rolls. Adding +1 to attack for the high-ground bonus. Remove 1 attack for every 135 feet the opponents are distant. Firing off my last 17 shots in this mag, so just apply whichever are needed to the men doing the drive-by's, and the rest to zombies in the distance. Perception vs my sniping treats me as concealed - Move action to stand, Standard action to attack, free action to drop prone.

Add some 5 foot steps in there to keep the vehicles in my sights, and pretend he's doing tactical rolls just because he's cool like that. Perception vs Sound is at -30 from silencer and subsonic rounds as well as the standard distance penalties.

My attack and stealth rolls will be basic - I'll let you add the appropriate modifiers of distance and cover, because you've got the relevant infos.


Attack 1 [roll0]
Stealth 1[roll1]

Attack 2 [roll2]
Stealth 2[roll3]

Attack 3 [roll4]
Stealth 3[roll5]

Attack 4 [roll6]
Stealth 4[roll7]

Attack 5 [roll8]
Stealth 5[roll9]

Attack 6 [roll10]
Stealth 6[roll11]

Attack 7 [roll12]
Stealth 7[roll13]

Attack 8 [roll14]
Stealth 8[roll15]

Attack 9 [roll16]
Stealth 9[roll17]

Attack 10 [roll18]
Stealth 10[roll19]

Attack 11 [roll20]
Stealth 11[roll21]

Attack 12 [roll22]
Stealth 12[roll23]

Attack 13 [roll24]
Stealth 13[roll25]

Attack 14 [roll26]
Stealth 14[roll27]

Attack 15 [roll28]
Stealth 15[roll29]

Attack 16 [roll30]
Stealth 16[roll31]

Attack 17 [roll32]
Stealth 17[roll33]



WHELP.



Edit:Damage Rolls (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=10623448&postcount=453)

[Chess435]

"I took hunter's safety, but I'm not exactly a crack shot. I hope I don't have to shoot anyone....." I'll then proceed to fulfill Andrew's request of doing some general clean up.

[Tyndmyr]

Travis:
Ducking around the corner of a street, you quickly take in the scenario. Three people wielding long rifles are crouched behind a pair of parked cars set at right angles to each other, firing the occasional shot at a second group across the street. The second group is larger, with at least five you can see, all sheltering behind the pitted hulk of a large truck, heads ducked as bullets whiz overhead. They seem to have no method of defense for themselves.


I look seriously at the situation for a second. Ah, the rifles will no doubt be dangerous, but they'll be great loot. I peer with curiosity at the defenseless group, wondering if they're of any value, then glance back at one of the riflemen, and mutter "Pain", before ducking back around the corner, dropping the used scroll and drawing a new one.

I grin wildly, knowing they're now caught between their former victims and me. That and the screams of pain should throw them off. Should they choose to rush me, the first one'll catch it a spell to the face. If they don't come for me within the next twenty seconds or so...or at least, until the screaming stops, well...I'll just have to go to them


OOC: Std action to fire, drop as free action, draw as part of my move back around the corner. Next round, ready action to cast at first assailant. I'll also use abrupt jaunt to dodge the first attack on me in any round.

[Volthawk]

David coughs up a little blood, looking at it.

Damn, this is serious. Wait, I just killed someone. And looks like I'm going to have to again...eh, my conscience can wait for now.

David brings up his pistol again, firing another shot.


Attack (using Precision again): [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[druid91]

Steve:
Jumping into the car, you quickly turn the keys, its powerful engine roaring to life at you touch. Squealing out of the parked position, you punch it, tearing down the street in a thunderous roar. Behind you, two ambulances pull into the street, quickly settling themselves into the parking lot of the hospital. As you drive off, you stare up at the sky, noticing the darkening as night begins to draw over this first day of the new world. Then, as you watch the stars begin to appear, a helicopter pulls up out of the buildings. Not a poice helicopter either; this thing looks military, with rockets and machine-guns and everything. What the hell is going on here?

I slow down a bit, to whatever the speed limit is, and look for any turns to make some distance between me and the Chopper.

[Lokey57]

As power flooded through him from the girl's death, all that Lawrence could think about was how he was slowly inching his way towards the next step in evolution, the summit known as level 2. Sure he had wasted a mutagen on what should otherwise be easy kills, but that made no difference. Nothing that couldn't be fixed with a hour's brewing, followed by some maneuver recovery. Easy enough really...

Cleaning off his weapon, and returning to his apartment, Lawrence would spend a hour or so rebrewing his mutagen, a necessary early game advantage while most people were still level one or two. But once he was done, he would set out from his apartment, to do something he had always wanted. Stealing a car for himself... Perhaps stake out an indoor parking lot or the likes.

[Kobold-Bard]

Mike

The pain of being struck by the bullet doesn't register with Mike at first. His first feeling is anger with himself for talking rather than getting on with it; a deep loathing anger he didn't recall ever feeling before.

After he slaughtered the remaining officer the anger cleared (most likely having been shot straight into the man's mind) and he felt the sting of the wound. It wasn't serious, which was unusual considering it was a bullet wound, but he wasn't about to complain.

Quickly he gathered wallets, watches, phones, anything worth having from the criminals and police, as well as two of the officer's guns, some spare ammo & a radio and badge from one of them. He thrust his ill-gotten gains into his backpack before leaving down the street, whispering distractions into the minds of anyone who might notice him.

He still didn't know the area well having only been there 2 days. He looked for a pawn shop, somewhere he could get rid of some of his former foe's stuff. He didn't think about it at that exact moment, but he knew deep down that having them on him would haunt him.

--------------------
Knowledge (Local to find somewhere): [roll0]

If that isn't enough then I'll use Call To Mind to reroll: [roll1]
Take 10 on Concentration check to suppress Display.
(Let me know if I have to use it because it'll be another locked in power for the day).
<Never mind>

If I find somewhere I'll use Telempathic Projection on the person before getting involved to up their friendliness one rating on the diplomacy scale.

I'd like to take 10 since I can use the Power at 100ft range, but if not: DC15 Concentration check to suppress Display - [roll2]

[Curious]

Mike:
After quickly gathering up numerous items from the police and criminals, including a nice switchblade, three cellphones and about two hundred dollars, you decide that it isn't safe to hang on to some of the items for long, and decide to sell them. Searching back through your memory- which you notice is much sharper than before -you remember a pawn shop you had seen just a few blocks down the street, and quickly hustle out of the area, eager to avoid any more confrontations with the police. You see few people here now, save some cowering in vehicles, but you do notice that there are eyes watching from the windows now, terrified and hostile. Stopping at the point you remember the shop being, you inspect it wryly. The front window has been smashed in, and several stands now stand empty, evidence of looting if you had ever seen it. Stepping closer, your boots crunch over shattered glass, and you carefully look into the shop.

An explosive boom shatters the quiet as a spray of lead slashes into the roof, stopping you in your tracks.
"Get the hell back!" An unseen voice cries. "I've got a gun and I will shoot your ass if you get any closer to my stuff!"
Leery of approaching the man any closer, you quickly reach into his mind, tweaking at the centers that would change his attitude for the better. Releasing the pulse of force, you feel it rearrange the mans mind, and he suddenly stutters.
"Er, well, maybe I should listen to you, right?"


Lawrence:
Satisfied with your progress, but still cautious about contact with others, you retreat back into your home, leaving the corpses of your first kills behind. To be safe, you decide to brew up another of your mutagens, to preserve your advantage over your competition. After a quick and successful brew, you decide that in this environment, no one is going to miss another vehicle. Hurrying quickly out of your apartment, you take the elevator down to the parking lot, tapping your foot impatiently as bland music plays. Speeding into the lot, you quickly spot a serviceable-looking vehicle. Unfortunately, you can't spot any keys in this one.


Steve:
Slowing your speed to what might be considered 'sane', you hope fervently that the helicopter does not follow you. It does not. With a roar of spinning blades its flies overhead, disappearing deeper into the city one some mission of its own. A ring tone, strangely muffled, suddenly begins to hum through the vehicle.*

*Make a listen/perception check.


David:
Steeling yourself against the pain, you harden your heart, and fire at your injured opponent once more. This time, your bullet strikes true, punching right into the gut of the chanting maniac and folding him up like an accordion. With a gasp of pain, the man slips off the car roof, thumping into the pavement with a thud, bleeding profusely.


Travis:
Smirking to yourself, you chant the words of power on one of your prepared scrolls, sending waves of magical pain arching through the body of one of the rifles. The man arches his back and screams in horrible agony, writhing in pain as he drops to the ground. His two fellows gape in incomprehension, before looking around wildly for the one that had injured their companion. Ducking back behind the wall, you draw another scroll, readying yourself for an attack. You stand there for perhaps fifteen seconds, and then you realize; they aren't coming.


Cody:
Accepting the rifle from Andrew, you proceed to aid in the clean up of the house, or, as it seems, your new base. The members of your impromptu cleaning service are appropriately grateful, and are pathetically eager to help you in any way, as though they need some sort of stability in order to operate.


Tetra:
Greg nods frantically, ducking back to the center of the roof, out of sight. Aiming carefully at the two vehicles, you grin, and pull the trigger. Your first bullet blows right through the chest of one hooligan hanging out the window of a truck, painting the side of the vehicle red and leaving his body hanging half-in half-out of the vehicle. The vehicle swerved erratically at the sudden attack, and you grin as your next bullet takes the driver right in the teeth. Bereft of control, that vehicle slowed to a merciful stop, its last passenger vomiting uncontrollably as he dove from the blood spattered interior. The second vehicles occupants finally spot you, and with snarls of rage the three men in the back begin to fire at your distant figure, shots cracking into the concrete of the building.
With an icy calm that would have made Vassili Zaitsev proud, you take careful aim once again, and once again your round pulps the torso of one of the criminals. Screaming in rage and fear, the last two fire blindly, desiring only to kill the one who had taken their comrades from them. You feel a sudden flare of blinding pain as one of their rounds tears through your right ear, sending a shower of your own blood pattering across the dry rooftop.* Snarling in pain, you snap off two more quick rounds, ending both of the offenders lives with gruesome efficiency. As the last of his protection kicks the bucket, the driver decides that he has had enough, and with a screeching fishtail that would have had him arrested anywhere in the world, he scorches back the way he came from. As the truck dwindles in the distance, you feel a sudden rush, unlike anything you've ever felt, heat rushing through your body as it rearranges itself, stronger and better than ever.**

*Take four damage.
**Gain a level. :xykon:


Andrew:
You had one of the guns over to Cody, and quickly arrange for your servants to clear out the garage, planning a more useful arrangement in your mind. Your birds draw a few eyes from the gang that has moved in with you, but you quickly distract them from that by handing one of the rifles over to the fighter who had an air of competence about him. He shrugs, and accepts the weapon, holding it calmly.


F.E:
Roars of approval meet your speech, and many of your fellows clap and cheer at the impassioned speech you had given. A form of organized chaos quickly ensued, as several members of the group stomped out the door, beginning to patrol the grounds as you had suggested. Two others spoke up, saying that they thought they had some of these powers as well, and all the others got down to the business of cataloging and organizing the weapons available.


Matthew:
As you fire your psychic weaponry at the slow crawling zombie, you begin to grow frantic as your blows either fly off erratically, perhaps influenced by your emotional state, or simply sink into its flesh, seeming to cause no damage at all. Dragging itself clumsily to its feet, the zombie takes a lazy swing at you, but misses horribly. The second zombie begins to stand as well, groaning in mindless hunger.


Sarah:
This time your spell seems to have real effect; the globe of acid spins directly into the rotten chest of your wounded foe, eating away at flesh, and reducing its spine to a flapping column of bone and sinew. Collapsing with a moan of anguish, the zombies hands scrabble at the ground for a short moment, before it finally gives in to the darkness of death.


Epsilon:
Annoyed that your gun is having little affect on the animated corpses, you quick-step away from the flailing arms of its compatriots and begin muttering to yourself, beginning the foundations of a new spell to enhance your bullets with cleansing fire.


Greyv and Jason:
As you discuss Hadrian's apparent connection to the Gargoyle, he suddenly reaches into his pocket, pulling out a wallet and a pair of keys. Flipping through the wallet, he begins throwing credit cards about, allowing them to flutter to the ground.
"Strange," He mutters, holding up a card. "This is not mine."


Gaberial:
Whispering in an unnervingly low voice, the two officers begin to look distinctly uncomfortable, and the more edgy of the two begins to yell.
"Didn't you hear! He said get-" Annoyed at the mans impudence, you twist your hand and snap off a command word, and with a shimmer of twisting nether, a skeleton appears behind the two. Raking at their necks with its claws, the skeleton draws a furrow of blood down the stoic cops neck, drawing a scream of pain from him. The second cop is luckier, and manages to dodge the swipe of sharp claws, gasping at the eerie horror of the grinning monster.
"What the hell are you!" He cries, swinging his gun around for a shot. Too late; your servants rise from behind the counter, and the armed one spits out a shot that slams into the already wounded cops side, sending him gasping to the floor, dying. Spinning, the last cop fires at your stumbling servant as it works its way around the counter, the shot smacking into its flesh with a meaty thud, harming it not at all. The skeleton, sensing an opportunity, swipes at the officer again, but its claws reflect off of his jacket.

[Sinpoder]

Gaberial

Gaberial growls slightly, his guys not killing them both as quickly as he had hoped. Gaberial then raises to his feet and holds his hand at the only standing cop and then quickly start to says the magic words for his second spell. Gaberial knew that he was running out of spells and had to finish this quickly. Gaberial's tattoo then glowed brightly causing fear in the cop.*** Then the skeleton attacks again, before vanishing from where it came* Then both of Gaberials zombies attack again the only standing up cop.**

[Tyndmyr]

Travis
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"Well, this day just keeps getting better", I think to myself as I step back around the corner, scroll ready to blast the first hostile I encounter. I meander slowly forward, mentally preparing myself to jaunt out of the way of any attack, glancing around for the people I'd seen earlier, and more importantly, the weapon of the fallen target.

[Chess435]

Taking command of the stragglers, I'll send them sbout to do various tasks about the base, more for the sake of a sense of stability than to actually get stuff done. After working for a bit and delegating tasks to the various people here, I'll make sure the rifle's loaded and stand guard at the bridge leading back to the mainland.

By the way, how much ammo does the rifle have? And where can I find stats for it?

[Kobold-Bard]

Mike

Once he recovers from the shock of nearly being shot again Mike summons up his pretend confidence, the one he usually saved for job interviews.

"Cheers for not shooting me right off, glad to see someone still has some manners. I did come here looking to sell some stuff that I acquired totally legally and didn't take from some guys I found dead a few streets back. Do you think you could help me out?"

Mike figures he might as well push his luck, he didn't much fancy wandering around the streets, and worst case scenario this guy was apparently susceptible to his psychic abilities so he would likely not survive a Mind Thrust.

I also need a place to crash for the night; the hostel I was staying in while I'm over here is a warzone, and I don't fancy another night on the streets at the moment. I'd pay board of course, and do my fair share on the security front if you'd give me some quiet time to do a bit of work and some floorspace for the night."

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Take 10 on Diplomacy for [16].

[Volthawk]

David looks over to the remaining police. "Well, that's that. I guess you guys will want to take them in, or something, right? That is, if they're not dead..."

David checks the ex-giant, and then goes over to check the caster.

[Amador]

I take the the room with the dead kid in it as my personal space. I bag the remains and dump them in the river outside. I'll need a desk, table and chairs in the room before I sit down and begin planning how take the rest of the island and what to do about the mainland.

[Forum Explorer]

F.E.

Make sure you call for back up on your cells if there's any trouble. F.E. yells to the patrol group as they leave.

Can you two come with me and describe your powers on the move? We need to start rallying the other clubs as well. He says to two who spoke up before heading out the door. Lets start with the University band.

[chrisrawr]

((OOC: I'll have the big post updated again sometime this week. I'm having a bunch of family over this week, and combined with the stuff I'm doing to my house (painting and remodeling), I haven't had as much time as I'd like to devote to every game I've stuck my grubby little fingers into.))

Tetra:
Greg nods frantically, ducking back to the center of the roof, out of sight. Aiming carefully at the two vehicles, you grin, and pull the trigger. Your first bullet blows right through the chest of one hooligan hanging out the window of a truck, painting the side of the vehicle red and leaving his body hanging half-in half-out of the vehicle. The vehicle swerved erratically at the sudden attack, and you grin as your next bullet takes the driver right in the teeth. Bereft of control, that vehicle slowed to a merciful stop, its last passenger vomiting uncontrollably as he dove from the blood spattered interior. The second vehicles occupants finally spot you, and with snarls of rage the three men in the back begin to fire at your distant figure, shots cracking into the concrete of the building.
With an icy calm that would have made Vassili Zaitsev proud, you take careful aim once again, and once again your round pulps the torso of one of the criminals. Screaming in rage and fear, the last two fire blindly, desiring only to kill the one who had taken their comrades from them. You feel a sudden flare of blinding pain as one of their rounds tears through your right ear, sending a shower of your own blood pattering across the dry rooftop.* Snarling in pain, you snap off two more quick rounds, ending both of the offenders lives with gruesome efficiency. As the last of his protection kicks the bucket, the driver decides that he has had enough, and with a screeching fishtail that would have had him arrested anywhere in the world, he scorches back the way he came from. As the truck dwindles in the distance, you feel a sudden rush, unlike anything you've ever felt, heat rushing through your body as it rearranges itself, stronger and better than ever.

Tetra doesn't like the sound of his own laugh. It's harsh, and far more guttural than his body would suggest. So you can imagine his surprise when he heard himself laughing, laughing at the pain from his ear. Laughing at his fortunate shots. Laughing at the frightened expression on the driver's face. Laughing so hard he sickened himself. Tetra wasn't used to being shot at. Intimidated, threatened, even roughed up a bit, but shot at? He was sure there was a profound lesson to be learned here, but he didn't have time for it.

Walking over to where Greg had taken cover, ignoring the blood trickling down his neck, he nudged the other man with his foot. "Show's over, time to fly. I've got a truck, you can come with me, or you can follow me in your vehicle, but we've got to move." Not waiting for a reply, he runs over to the side of the building where his new truck is idling, secures his grappling hook to the edge, and slides down. Dislodging his hook with a flick of the rope, he bundles it around his chest again.

Carefully removing his makeshift trap from the gas pedal, Tetra safety's the pistol once again and tosses it into the back with his other spoils. He shifts into drive, and then pulls out into the parking lot. He waits a minute for Greg.

[druid91]

Steve:
Slowing your speed to what might be considered 'sane', you hope fervently that the helicopter does not follow you. It does not. With a roar of spinning blades its flies overhead, disappearing deeper into the city one some mission of its own. A ring tone, strangely muffled, suddenly begins to hum through the vehicle.*

*Make a listen/perception check.


[roll0]

Steve sighs with relief as the helicopter passes.... (to be continued pending roll)

[Urist]

As you fire your psychic weaponry at the slow crawling zombie, you begin to grow frantic as your blows either fly off erratically, perhaps influenced by your emotional state, or simply sink into its flesh, seeming to cause no damage at all. Dragging itself clumsily to its feet, the zombie takes a lazy swing at you, but misses horribly. The second zombie begins to stand as well, groaning in mindless hunger.

Discarding the useless LEI, Matthew draws a dagger out from his suit jacket. Hoping fervently that the zombie is not as resistant to this as it is to bullets, he takes a few swipes at the zombie, moving as necessary to avoid being flanked or staying in melee range of both zombies at once
Edit:Forgot to add, if Matthew is hit severely, he will scoop up his LEI and run like a scared child, attempting to lose the zombies with his superior speed.
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[Greyv]

Greyv and Jason:
As you discuss Hadrian's apparent connection to the Gargoyle, he suddenly reaches into his pocket, pulling out a wallet and a pair of keys. Flipping through the wallet, he begins throwing credit cards about, allowing them to flutter to the ground.
"Strange," He mutters, holding up a card. "This is not mine."
Greyv raised an eyebrow; strike two. Hadrian, or whoever he was, was not on the right path with him. Greyv considered his options. Epsilon was going to love having a chat with this guy. He turned to Jason.
"He still seeming safe to you?" Greyv smiled reassuringly, sort of. "My friend can deal with him. Let's get those cards and get moving."

[Curious]

Gaberial:
Your skeletal servant seems to grin in delight as it's claws find purchase in the skull of the officer, tearing a bloody furrow in his skull as it smacks him to the ground. The officer screeches in pain, fading in and out of consciousness as he begins to bleed furiously from his skull, far more than any human should. You lower your arm, ceasing the words of your spell; this one is finished.*

*200 xp.


Travis:
Sighing in resignation, you turn back around the corner, scroll poised for attack. Instantly, you spot the two rifles. They are both frantically pulling their unresponsive friend into the doorway of an apartment building, while his rifle lay forgotten on the pavement. The group of pinned pedestrians are still cowering in their shelter, but you see a few poking their heads up at the sudden cessation of fire. Ignoring them, you casually rattle off the words of the spell, a pressure of power building up at your command. With a final, sharp command, the spell in unleashed, and another of the men screams in agony, dropping to the ground. The last rifle-man's head whirls about wildly, and with a snarl of hatred he catches sight of you, standing confidently down the street.
Pulling his rifle up, he quickly takes aim, and a shot snaps out, cracking off the concrete at your feet.


Cody:
The civilians rush about gratefully at your order, tidying the building up and organizing the numerous items at your behest. Nodding in satisfaction, you check the ammo available for your weapon. There are several boxes stacked high with unused ammunition, and you count at least two hundred rounds. Satisfied, you pocket several of the boxes, before moving out to the main road to keep watch. At first, there is little to see; a few frightened pedestrians, an occasional car, not much. Then, you see a small dog. It skulks around the corner of the street, sniffing at the ground as it goes, before slowly turning towards you. It lifts it's head, measuring you with a careful stare.


Mike:
The man seems to cough in amusement at your quip, but quickly covers it.
"Well, maybe." He says. "I'm not certain I can trust you, but you don't sound like those murderous *******s who were here an hour ago. So I'm gonna go out on a limb here and give you a little faith." A hand sticks up over the counter, waving tentatively, before the man slowly rises out from behind his shelter. He is bulky, with the broad shoulders and thick arms of a weight-lifter, but a growing paunch shows beneath his expensive-looking shirt. He agilely slides over the counter, a shotgun still clenched in his left fist, and looks you up and down.
"M'names Joseph." He says, extending a hand to shake. "Proprietor of this fine shop, and currently scared ****less. You wouldn't happen to know what's happening would you?"


David:
The 'giant' has little on him besides his clothes and his knife, and what is there is now stained with blood. Giving up in disgust, you check the man who had somehow been able to cast spells, patting him down in your search for riches. Aha! You eagerly pull out a pair of long scrolls, each inscribed with arcane runes and inscriptions. Both of the rolled up pieces of paper seem to pulse warmly at your touch, but before you can examine them further, one of the cops begins to speak.
"Hey, you, whatever your name is." He clears his throat dryly, stepping forward. "How would you like to help us? You seem to know what your doing, and we need some more help if we're going to be able to work our way out of this mess. We just got new orders a few minutes ago; the military is going to clear out the city of all of these. . . Things. We're supposed to help them in any way possible, and right now we're supposed to be drawing back to provide support."


Andrew:
With a few terse orders, you get a small workspace set up in the back of the house, and after quickly hiding the body of your victim, you get right to work. The island isn't terribly large, and if fact, you are on the only road. There area few dozen people on it over all, and it has probably been isolated from attack.


F.E:
The patrol group yells back in confirmation, before marching quickly off around the campus. You gather the two who believe they have powers, and together with the two of them quickly pace out of the building. The campus is rather gloomy without sunshine, but you don't pay it much mind, walking briskly along the sidewalk as you head towards the other buildings in the complex. One of the two pipes up as you walk.
"It's kind of weird," He begins, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "It's like I can hear things whispering to me from the back of my head. It's a little freaky, but I think, if I concentrate, I could-" His face scrunches up with effort, and his hand raises slightly. Instantly, a ball of brilliant light blazes into being amid the branches of a nearby tree, shedding white light in a wide radius.
"Yeah!" He yells, pumping his fist. "I can totally do magic!"
"Damn," The other says. "That makes me feel kinda lame. All I can do is-" He balls up his fist, and with a primal yell, smashes it into the tree. A resounding 'crack' fills the air as a spiderweb of cracks spreads from the impact point, a shower of bark flakes fluttering down.


Tetra:
The exhilaration of a life and death struggle still filling you, you swing down from the top of the building, exulting in your strength, in your life. Greg stares down with an expression like a beached fish, mouth flopping open in amazement as you casually detach the rope and coil it away. Stumbling back, he rushes down the stairs, pushing his way out the front doors just as you finish dismantling your little trap.
"You are a scary guy," He remarks, popping open the side of the vehicle and hopping in. "I hope you know that."


Steve:
With a minute of searching, you finally pull the annoying phone out of the glove compartment, flipping it open quickly.
"Zack?" A voice immediately cries out. "Holy ****, your still alive! Listen, I don't have time to talk now, but if you get to the Vancouver University it's pretty safe, they've got guys here who are keeping us safe! Get here quick man!"


Reficule:
Summoning another blob of acid, you send it spinning into the face of the criminal who is still standing, the hissing liquid quickly eating into his chest. He screams in pain, and falls with a sickening crack to the greasy floor. He writhes in pain for a brief moment, before quickly falling into the cool bliss of unconsciousness.* There is silence, for a moment, and then one of the wounded students screams again, reminding everyone there that there are still wounded to be taken care of.


Matthew:
Pulling out your long knife in desperation, you plunge it into the neck of the wounded zombie, and with a powerful twist, tear out it's throat. The zombie stumbles on for a brief second, a gurgling moan still rising from it's throat, before falling, finally, at your feet. Turning to the second, you unleash a flurry of furious blows at the shambling creature, flaying the flesh from it's bones as it feebly attempts to gnaw into you. Within seconds, you stand, chest heaving in exhaustion, over the pitiful remains of the two creatures, and you feel a warm flush of heat grow within you as you gain from the experience.*

*250 xp.


Epsilon and Sarah:
With a flash, Epsilon sets her bullets alight with a newly designed cantrip, and with no small bit of glee, sends the enhanced shot directly into the face of a zombie. The arcane bullet rips right through the flesh of the undead creature, and an instant later Sarah's acid globe dissolves the back from the wounded creature, and the animated corpse collapsed in on itself as it's injuries became too heavy. Turning, Epsilon fires at the last remaining zombie, scorching the skin from it's pale face as well. With an injured groan, the creature stumbles forward, it's fleshy fist glancing Epsilon's leg.*

*1 damage.


Greyv and Jason:
Hadrian sighed, brushing a hand through his hair as he looked about. Spotting the other prisoner of the late gargoyle, he frowned, and stepped forward. Poking the comatose form with his foot, he tensed, as if expecting it to react. The person groaned, but settled once more, face first into the concrete.

[Urist]

Gaberial:
Matthew:
Pulling out your long knife in desperation, you plunge it into the neck of the wounded zombie, and with a powerful twist, tear out it's throat. The zombie stumbles on for a brief second, a gurgling moan still rising from it's throat, before falling, finally, at your feet. Turning to the second, you unleash a flurry of furious blows at the shambling creature, flaying the flesh from it's bones as it feebly attempts to gnaw into you. Within seconds, you stand, chest heaving in exhaustion, over the pitiful remains of the two creatures, and you feel a warm flush of heat grow within you as you gain from the experience.*
*250 xp.
What a rush! The heat was wonderful, extraordinary, and Matthew knew that, before long, he would have to have this feeling again. Brushing himself off and retrieving his weapon, Matthew decides that he needs to go back, as he is in no condition to continue fighting. Withdrawing as fast from the riot area as he can while maintaining quiet, Matthew attempts to find another hostel, youth center, or other place to stay that hasn't been wrecked by the chaos.

Using his cell phone/room phone if he has one, Matthew works to find some more information on the cab whose license plate number he had earlier seen, seeing if he can link it to any particular cab company or location. Tracking down a wizard, for that was what the person must have been, would be a great help in increasing his survivability over the next months.


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[Sinpoder]

Gaberial:
Your skeletal servant seems to grin in delight as it's claws find purchase in the skull of the officer, tearing a bloody furrow in his skull as it smacks him to the ground. The officer screeches in pain, fading in and out of consciousness as he begins to bleed furiously from his skull, far more than any human should. You lower your arm, ceasing the words of your spell; this one is finished.*
*200xp

Gaberial felt the biggest rush of power he has ever felt in his entire life, better then when he finished med. school and a hundred times betters then any of his favorite food. He noticed that he seemed to be able to think more clearly, seeing things that he could not see before. Gaberial could also feel his necromantic power grow to even higher levels then ever before.

Gaberial looked at both of the dead cops and then told his zombie slaves to search them, and by search he mean strip them down to their underwear and put it all on the table and then put their bodies in the bathroom with the rest. As Gaberial does that he looks back at the email of the guy's computer he just hacked and heard about The Stained Window. Then after searching the bodies of the cops and keeping track of what he got from them he would then look at his own computer and then look into trying to find out what The Stained Window was if anything.

As he was doing this he would tell his zombies to hide behind the corner again, and make no sounds at all. If The Stained Window turned out to be nothing then Gaberial would start to hack the other computers, aiming to take everything they owned from their bank accounts and any other private info.

See Rolling thread and No exp? :smallfrown:

[Ajadea]

Sarah flicks another blob of acid at the zombie. Honestly, this was getting a bit rote. Maybe if she had some fire or something...No.


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[Forum Explorer]

F.E.

Well that's intresting. You should be careful with casting magic. The more powerful it is the less of it you'll be able to use. So stick to the lower powered spells if we get in a fight. As for the punching you'll likely be able to go all out in every fight so don't hold back. We would need to take a look at all of your new abilities to determine what exactly you are. From what I can tell so far you appear to be a type of primary spellcaster. What kind I don't know without more details but we'll figure that out together. On the other hand you seem to be a martial class. I'm pretty sure I know what you can do but I would rather be certain. In both of your cases don't let your new abilities go to your head and keep them hidden when you don't need them. With all of those crazies running loose out there it would be better if people got used to who you are before relizeing you weild similar powers.

Right now we need to make sure that all of those who have powers are working together in keeping this University safe and not doing something stupid like trying to take over, or worse can't handle the power and start killing indiscriminatly. You likely don't know this yet but killing something when you have these powers gives you an addictive rush you must resist. Never forget that everyone who doesn't have powers is still a living person. Don't let yourself become monsters like others out there in the city.

As for myself my abilities involve a bunch of combat techniques that allow me to do various things such as move faster, strengthen my blows, toughen my body, cloak myself in shadows, and even heal myself temporlarily. In the coming days I'll try and help everyone discover their powers and learn how to control them as well. If this is what I think it is then it should be theoretically possible for us all to gain these powers. Any questions before we get to the musicions?

Natrually this conversation all takes place on the way to the building that contains the band.

[druid91]

Steve:
With a minute of searching, you finally pull the annoying phone out of the glove compartment, flipping it open quickly.
"Zack?" A voice immediately cries out. "Holy ****, your still alive! Listen, I don't have time to talk now, but if you get to the Vancouver University it's pretty safe, they've got guys here who are keeping us safe! Get here quick man!"

I listen to the phone with interest, ""A survivor group already? This is going to become like Urban dead isn't it... Well I'd better check it out... And I head towards the University.

[Reficule]

"Ok, listen. I have magic powers, got it? I am SICK and TIRED of all this chaos going on, now I see that you people are injured. I am going to come and use my aforementioned magic powers to heal you. If you say or do anything along the lines of "freak" or another cliche right out of X-men, I will give up and leave. I've had it up to here with all of this."

I will spam Cure Minor Wounds on anyone injured, unless they act afraid of me or something else that would be the last straw.

[Amador]

Now that I have an office, I'll ask Cody to stay in charge here. Maybe give some thought about how to fortify for the inevitable invasion of idiots while I go and gather more people from the rest of the Island.

I take the car that was in the garage and drive down to visit each house on the island to knock on the door and introduce myself as Agent White. I take the birds with me and start pouring negative energy into who ever opens the door with charnel touch while telling the birds to kill anyone else in the building.

When I get to the restaurant on the Island, I look for a walk-in freezer.

OOC:This should take about two hours and end the day for my character.

[chrisrawr]

"It's part of the job." Tetra couldn't help but like the man. Flattery does that. He grabbed the acquired pistol from the back, made sure it was still saftied, and handed it to Greg. "Repeat after me: Safety off, aim for the chest, pull the trigger slowly, breathe." Tetra had him repeat it five times before he exits the parking lot, meeting traffic's pace. There weren't many cars out on the road these days - mostly taxi cabs and large trucks, similar to the one he was in now.

After some time, they entered a more residential district, and then student housing. Tetra parked outside of an apartment complex's playground and told Greg to wait in the car. Jogging to where he'd stashed some clips and gear in rucksack, in a blocked-off drainpipe behind a removable grate, he practically tore the gate off to release some irritability. Someone had SHOT AT HIM. He checked the gear and clips by rote to calm down, a habit mundane enough to ease the oddness of the last couple weeks. When he was assured that everything was in working order, he jogged back to the truck, loaded it in the cab, and exited the residential district with a honk and a rude gesture at a taxi that had almost cut him off. "Some things never change, I suppose. How're you doing? I'm a little rattled, myself."

He talked with Greg on their way to the area's waste disposal facility. It was therapeutic, having something normal to do. He parked, and again told Greg he'd be back shortly. Walking past the front desk, he slipped the day security a stolen fifty, said "Ten minutes, Jim" and headed to the storage locker they let him keep there. Donning the baggy full-body plastic suit over his camo wasn't easy, but the thing had been designed to go on over almost anything. Respirator in mouth, he jogged to the large bins, full of the city's refuse, and removed the access cover over number seven. He dove in. At the bottom, he retrieved his soil-proof, water-proof gear bag, and waded back to the ladder up. Greg was going to love the smell, even after the decontamination shower.

Passing another fifty to the guard, he jogged out. "Thanks, Jim." In the truck, before Greg could even fully ask the question, he cut in - "You don't want to know."

Tetra grabbed his police radio (completely illegal to have) and flicked through the standard channels (Also completely illegal).

[Chess435]

Monolouging to myself: "Dogs, they've always seemed to hate me. My brother always had a thing with them, though, I wish he was here now. Then again, I know it was only a matter of time before the NSA came knocking at my door, especialy with my kind of talent. My mom's gonna be so worried when the band comes back home and I'm not with them, but I realize it's for my safety as well as my family's."


I'll keep a careful eye on the dog, and only shoot it if it does anything obviously hostile.

OOC: How's that for character development?

[Epsilon Rose]

"Ow." Figures one'd hit me eventually. I really hope this isn't one of those zombie apacolypses where the slightest scratch sends shuffling off to nom some brains.
Taking a step back Epsilon unloads his last round into the last zombie.
As the liquid fire that use to be a bullet splashes across the zombies face Epsilon can't help but ask "So when you said you had forgotten to prepare cure minor, were you serious about that?"

[Ajadea]

"I said I forgot cure light wounds, not cure minor wounds. I'm just not big on the idea of punching a zombie for less damage than I'm doing now."

[Epsilon Rose]

"I said I forgot cure light wounds, not cure minor wounds. I'm just not big on the idea of punching a zombie for less damage than I'm doing now."

"Sorry, I must have misheard. And I wasn't suggesting you play patty cake with Ned. I just don't want to go walking around bleeding from a zombie scratch."

[Tyndmyr]

Travis:
Sighing in resignation, you turn back around the corner, scroll poised for attack. Instantly, you spot the two rifles. They are both frantically pulling their unresponsive friend into the doorway of an apartment building, while his rifle lay forgotten on the pavement. The group of pinned pedestrians are still cowering in their shelter, but you see a few poking their heads up at the sudden cessation of fire. Ignoring them, you casually rattle off the words of the spell, a pressure of power building up at your command. With a final, sharp command, the spell in unleashed, and another of the men screams in agony, dropping to the ground. The last rifle-man's head whirls about wildly, and with a snarl of hatred he catches sight of you, standing confidently down the street.
Pulling his rifle up, he quickly takes aim, and a shot snaps out, cracking off the concrete at your feet.

I casually walk toward him, letting the spent scroll flutter to the ground and drawing another, while I monologue for the benefit of those watching "Terrible discipline. Absolutely terrible. You'd think that while dying he'd at least TRY to help out his comrade. Not that it would make the slightest difference, of course, but better that than to die in shame. Oh, right. PAIN." This scroll, too gets chucked over my shoulder as I walk toward the firearm.

Of course, I'm prepared to jaunt the instant the remaining survivor takes a shot. Then...well, we'll loot the bodies gleefully and have a chat with the civilians. It's always so delightful to meet new people.

[Greyv]

Greyv and Jason:
Hadrian sighed, brushing a hand through his hair as he looked about. Spotting the other prisoner of the late gargoyle, he frowned, and stepped forward. Poking the comatose form with his foot, he tensed, as if expecting it to react. The person groaned, but settled once more, face first into the concrete.

Grey immediately tensed on his rifle. Another one, alive. He had mixed feelings, to be honest; one more innocent alive was good. Assuming he was an innocent. And at this point, Greyv wasn't sure. Nevertheless, they had wasted more than enough time. He came over to Adrian, and picked it up. No one was dying under his watch. Yet, at least.

[Kobold-Bard]

Mike

Mike raises his own hand slowly to show he was holding a weapon, and shakes the man's hand.

"Mike, nice to make your acquaintance. I'm not sure how or why, but I believe the thug who gave me this would agree that apparently I have a bit of a knack for magic now that it's here", pointing to the bullet wound he got before.

"if it's ok with you I'd like to take the first shift, I need a decent rest overnight to recuperate my magic for tomorrow; which I reckon I might need if things don't get better. I can offer this as a trade for putting me up, I don't have very much cash I'm afraid." He offers the phone in the best condition.

[Curious]

Mike:
Joseph nods appreciatively, inspecting the phone for a second before pocketing it.
"That could be useful. I'll take second watch then, you can have the room at the back of the hall when you're done." He jerks his thumb at the hallway behind the counter. "It's a mite dusty, but I think you'll survive it."


Greyv:
The man groans once again as you lift him, and Hadrian lifts an eyebrow at your display.
"Shall we go then?" He queries. "I would not wish to be captured by another of Sterling's servants."


Travis:
The mans snarl of rage morphs into a mask of hideous pain as your spell takes hold of him, and with a scream of agony, he drops to the ground with his two comrades.* As their screams rise into the air, the people huddled behind the vehicles begin to stand, eying you warily as you saunter down the street.


Sarah and Epsilon:
With a concentration of firepower that would make Rasputin cringe, the two of you finally send the last of your undead assailants crumpling to the ground, shattered by your power.* Smoking corpses now litter the street, and a car alarm suddenly begins to sound.

*500 xp each.


Cody:
The dog stares at you for a moment as you monologue, a strange look of understanding in it's eyes. It abruptly lowers itself to the ground, and springs backwards, racing back into the cover of another street. There is a moment of silence. Faintly, you begin to hear the sounds of scratching and squeaking, like a broken toy, or maybe a- A nearby manhole cover suddenly begins to rise, a wave of brown fur pushing it up from the street. The horde of pestilent rats begins to roll forward, slowly at first, but then faster as they build up momentum, and finally they are racing at you, their beady red eyes fixed on your tender flesh.


Tetra:
Greg nodded eagerly at your instructions, holding the pistol tightly in his fist as you complete your errands. As you casually attempt conversation, he begins to relax a little.
"I- think I'm gonna be okay. It was pretty scary, having guys shooting at us like that. I've never been shot at before, just had to chase off a few kids every once in a while. But you were awesome! You didn't even hesitate, just floored 'em with that big rifle of yours!" He said enthusiastically, his previous trepidation seemingly forgotten. "And then you jumped right off the top floor like that! Man, I wish I could do the kind of stuff you can!"
As you talk, you begin to flip through the police radio channels, and you pick up occasional snippets.
"-lling back now, repeat, all units pulling back now-"
"-more godd*mned zombies on Hastings street-"


Andrew:
Pulling out of the house, you begin to drive deeper into the town with murderous intentions, your carrion crows circling eagerly overhead. Pulling up to the first house, you quickly step out of your vehicle, politely knocking on the door. Before you can even finish the motion, the door is wrenched open, and a frantic woman begins to gasp out.
"Are you th- glrrk!" Mercilessly, you press your hand into her face, waves of foul energy melting the flesh from her face. With a rattling sigh, the woman drops. A cry of rage comes from further in the house, and a man races out from another room, fists raised to strike you. With fell cries of hunger, your crows sweep in to the room, their sharp beaks pecking at his eyes and face, sending him tumbling over the furniture in a blind rage. At last, one stabs its long beak through his eye and into his brain, ending his struggles in a second.* You examine the boiled blood that coats your hand, and the shambles of the small house. This was going to take some time.

*200 xp.


Reficule:
There is respectful silence as you begin to tend to the injured students, with a pointed lack of speech on the part of the people who had begun to look at you funnily. As you quickly mend the flesh of the student, there is a pained cry, and one of the doors to the outside flies open. Principal Lang had fled.


Steve:
You make quick progress across the city, blazing through the streets and dodging taxis as you go. Pulling up in front of the university, you quickly spot groups of people thronging into the doors, guided by stray teachers. It looked almost like a refugee camp.


Matthew:
With the utmost care and skill, you sneak back through the streets, finding an operating hotel with a few hours of work. Deciding that gathering allies could be quite important to your survival in the immediate future, you begin making some calls on the identity of the taxi that you had seen earlier. It takes you several hours of work, but you finally track the plate to taxi number 47, of North Shore Taxi Ltd. In response to your questions, you discover that the taxi has a standing request to return to a customer tomorrow morning.


Gaberial:
As your servants begin clumsily attempting to strip-search the two cops, you turn back to the computer you had broken into. Flipping through the files, you discover something interesting. The 'Stained Window' was apparently a small group of people who had discovered their own magical powers some weeks ago, and had gathered together for mutual benefit. There is little information on it beyond that on the mans e-mail, and what little is there seems to be more hearsay than anything.


F.E:
Both of your followers nod solemnly, listening closely to your words as you walk.
"So, how do you know so much," The strong one asks. "All the rest of us are lost right now. What's going on?" The magic user nods in agreement, eyebrows furrowed. As they question you, you draw up to the doors of the band practice area, a large building with a tall roof and excellent acoustics.

[Ajadea]

Sarah nods, shoving the zombie out of the way with her foot and moving her hands in a twisting sort of movement. "Cure Minor Wounds." She taps Epsilon's leg with the shoe that doesn't have zombie on it. "Better?"

[Sinpoder]

Gaberial looks at the computer for a second, thinking to himself that this " Stained Window " might be a place to check out once he was finally done taking count of what the cops had. Gaberial then would lean back in his seat as he waited for his servents to get the items to him. But while he waits for his slaves to get his new loot he would start to work on the other computer.


He will take 20 on that with his plus +12

[chrisrawr]

Tetra:
Greg nodded eagerly at your instructions, holding the pistol tightly in his fist as you complete your errands. As you casually attempt conversation, he begins to relax a little.
"I- think I'm gonna be okay. It was pretty scary, having guys shooting at us like that. I've never been shot at before, just had to chase off a few kids every once in a while. But you were awesome! You didn't even hesitate, just floored 'em with that big rifle of yours!" He said enthusiastically, his previous trepidation seemingly forgotten. "And then you jumped right off the top floor like that! Man, I wish I could do the kind of stuff you can!"
As you talk, you begin to flip through the police radio channels, and you pick up occasional snippets.
"-lling back now, repeat, all units pulling back now-"
"-more godd*mned zombies on Hastings street-"

"Promise not to tell?" Tetra grins, "Being shot at scared the **** out of me, too. Cherries popped all around." He shared a chuckle with the man, before motioning him quickly to silence - "Hastings street it is," he says, as the radio once again slips into static. Peeling out and back onto Fraser North, he once again feels awkward as his lack of social skills creates a silence between his passenger and himself. Hitting Kingsway, they follow the flow of traffic for a while, then bypass Main Street's congestion on a one-way road that wasn't seeing any use. Of course, they were going the wrong way, but he didn't think there would be many traffic cops on duty at the moment.

They travel down Hastings until they find the police blockade where they quickly pull over and slowly leave the car, hands in plain sight. "Leave your gun in the car," Tetra shoots over to Greg along with a nod, deciding not to mention the large-caliber he was carrying concealed. As an officer runs over towards him, hands held raised, Tetra points his chin in the direction of the truck's interior, where his automatic was sitting across the seat. "Anything I can help with, officer? I got no time for these freakshow types - Picked up some marksmanship in my spare time and some violent ruffians left their weapons where I could find them," again pointing his chin at the truck. He was hoping the cops were more desperate for help than they were interested in his story. If not, he could always make a break for it...

[druid91]

Steve:
You make quick progress across the city, blazing through the streets and dodging taxis as you go. Pulling up in front of the university, you quickly spot groups of people thronging into the doors, guided by stray teachers. It looked almost like a refugee camp.

I drive until I'm 115ft away from the crowd.

Then I stop, get out, and focusing, call forth a really big gun.

Then I open fire.

Attack roll
[roll0]

[Forum Explorer]

F.E. hesitated before answering their question. I have a theory on what it could be. It seems unbeliveable to me so I won't tell you what it is until I get some more evidence. But as far as I can tell the fundemental laws that make up the world have changed. And weirdly the rules are written down in fictional books. F.E. sighs Well I'll know as soon as we can find more people with powers. That should allow me to find some real proof to back up this crazy theory of mine. F.E. smiles as he turns to open the door. Ready to face the music? He jokes but is then interrupted by the gunfire.

Hearing it F.E. turns and runs in that direction. ****! Come on! Lets try and stop whoever that is before they kill us all! He shouts to his two friends. As he runs F.E. pulls out his galive and shadows leap from all around to cover him in darkness.

OOC
I assume I can hear the gun.

[Greyv]

Greyv:
The man groans once again as you lift him, and Hadrian lifts an eyebrow at your display.
"Shall we go then?" He queries. "I would not wish to be captured by another of Sterling's servants."

Greyv stopped. This was enough. He had rescued this man, who, for someone with amnesia, was dropping a whole lot of names alongside credit cards that weren't his, and then there were these servants. Greyv breathed deeply; Tact was not his strong point. He nodded, and set out as quietly and quickly as possible.
"Look, Hadrian. These discrepancies need to be dealt with. We helped you, and will continue to do so. But this Sterling bloke," he said this instinctively, "we need to know anything you can tell us about him. He's an unforseen factor. And I can't always beat down unforseen factors."
Diplomacy: (1d20+4)[17]
Stealth: (1d20+4)[19]

[Epsilon Rose]

"Much, thank you." Epsilon says as he removes the spent clip from his gun and cools it for a moment before switching it for a fresh clip from his bag.
After cocking, safetying and placing the OTs-28 in his pocket he turns to Sarah "We better see if these guys still have any thing useful on them. You know cash, credit-cards, ids, cellphones, that sort of thing."
Having to say that left something of a sower taste in his mouth, but never the less Epsilon began to check through the bodies, all ways making sure his hand was close to his gun; just in case one was still alive.

[Ajadea]

Sarah makes a face, but crouches down next to the zombies and begins to pick through their belongings with one hand. "What use is identification in a situation like this? Wouldn't hard cash be more 'trusted', and rather more useful, than a plastic card? For that matter," she adds, rolling the mangled zombie over and trying not to gag at the sight, "What use is a credit card when many of the ATMs are likely to be broken?"


[roll0]

[Epsilon Rose]

"The internet is still up and having access to extra information never hurts. At the very least they could make a hasty disguise spell look a lot more believable. Point is we lose nothing by taking them and stand to gain at least a little.
Besides I'm sure their families'll appreciate a call once this is over... Assuming they're still alive.
As he talks Epsilon finishes with the first body and moves onto the second.

Perception to loot some bodies:(1d20+2)[10]
Though I might just take a 10 or 20 on this. How long does looting take?

[Chess435]

Backpedaling in order to buy some time, (40 ft move speed) I'll first use an infusion of magic weapon on my rifle, and then start taking shots at the swarm. If they get within melee range, however, I'll change my tactics and use the butt of the rifle as a melee weapon. (I take no penalties for improvised weaponry).

(Note that I'm using 1 point of precision on each attack roll, for a total bonus of +5. I was never given stats for the rifle, so I don't know how much damage it deals, just remember to add 1 to it from my infusion.)

Init (If needed): [roll0]
Attack 1: [roll1] Crit confirmation roll here, damage 1 post down. (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=10722992#post10722992)
Attack 2: [roll2]
Attack 3: [roll3]

Hopefully this will resolve a few rounds of combat at a time. Let me know if I take damage or circumstances change, though, as I'll re-plan from there.

[Kobold-Bard]

Mike

"I dare say I will. Thanks. I'll get you if there's any trouble or at about midnight."

Mike re-secures Joseph's barriers and takes out the switchblade, pondering how bizarre it was how upper class his accent had become during the conversation. He always put it on when he was nervous and he had no idea why.

As night began to fall Mike barricaded every possible point of entry, balancing cups full of cutlery on them to alert him if one was disturbed, sweeping some of the broken glass in front of the doors on the off chance a potential attacker was wearing those stupid slipper-like shoes people had taken a liking to recently. Finally he set his psicrystal to work rolling around the shop keeping an "eye" out for trouble, checking in with it telepathically.

While he kept watch he fiddled with the tiger's eye-shelled turtle, dangling from string around his neck; it always comforted him in times of stress. More importantly these days it was his arcane bond, and it reminded him of the power he now possessed to defend himself if something did happen.

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Take 20 on -
Spot: 18
Listen: 18

Psicrystal Take 20:
Spot: 24
Listen: 24

Take 10:
Survival (to locate snack foods and such): 12

[Tyndmyr]

Travis:

I feel the satisfying surge of a level wash over me, and try to contain my desire to shout in power. I feel sorcerous ability at my fingertips and innately understand that I've just gotten tougher...but I probably shouldn't let all these people know that. I scoop up their firearms, and casually start rifling through their pockets for loot as I strike up a conversation with the targets, ahem, innocent people. "Hey, are you guys alright? I couldn't help noticing these fellows going crazy with the guns. Anyone need medical attention?"



OOC: I take 10 on the looting, I'm in no danger or rush at the moment.

[Kobold-Bard]

Note: I'll also use my Detect Thoughts while on watch. Works up to the 60ft radius telepathy range.

[Amador]

Continuing with Operation: Depopulation.

[Urist]

With the utmost care and skill, you sneak back through the streets, finding an operating hotel with a few hours of work. Deciding that gathering allies could be quite important to your survival in the immediate future, you begin making some calls on the identity of the taxi that you had seen earlier. It takes you several hours of work, but you finally track the plate to taxi number 47, of North Shore Taxi Ltd. In response to your questions, you discover that the taxi has a standing request to return to a customer tomorrow morning.

Matthew retires to bed and rests in order to prepare for the day ahead. Waking up after 8 hours worth of sleep, he meditates, pulling his mental energy into a small,hard crystal behind his forehead. The mental tension leaves a slight buzzing in his ears, telling Matthew that his will, when released, will uncoil violently. He showers, dress, and hide his weapons on his person.* Exiting the hotel, he either walk, or hire a taxi if necessary, to get to the location where the taxi he had tracked would be waiting for its customer. "Hopefully it will still be there. Wasting this much time would be rather unfortunate...

After arriving, Matthew survveys the area, searching for the taxi which he was looking for and any other threats or interesting objects. After, he finds a bench or seat from which he can see the taxi, and then he waits.

See rolling thread.

[Ajadea]

Sarah shrugs. "That seems like a rather large 'if'," she says, doublechecking the bodies.


Taking 10 for 13 on Perception to loot.

[Reficule]

Laura

Does anyone know what just happened? Laua asks as she finishes up the healing.

"Someone check the fire escape and see if nothing is blocking it. We are probably best off not staying here. Take my keys and head to the computer lab. Look online for a safe haven in the city." She hands over the keys and turns to the door that the scream came from, confused.
If no nasty things come out of the door I will catch up with the students one round after they all get out of the gym. Im not biting that adventure hook, it looks likely to get my students killed.

[Curious]

Gaberial:
With a clumsy spasm, your servants spill an assortment of items across the table, including the clothes of the two former officers. There are a pair of pistols (2d4 20/x3 50 foot increment) with a six full clips of ammunition, two badges, a pack of cigarettes, two wallets, and a set of dentures.
The computer you hack contains no information besides personal messages, but you do manage to ferret out a bank number.


Tetra:
As you approach the blockade, which consists of a series of cement barriers and vehicles placed across the center of the road, you raise your hands high. The group of five cops who man the blockade raise their guns warily, but deign to hear you out. After you've had your say, a short, slight officer paces forward.
"We appreciate the offer," he says, his tone measured, "but how do we know we can trust you? There are a lot of crazies wandering around now, and we can't just let any guy right in with us."


Steve:
Parking your car a respectable distance from the university, you carefully pull your weapon out. Taking aim into the massive crowd, you fire. The high velocity round roars out of the long barrel with an explosive crack, slamming through the chest of one unfortunate woman, sending her flying in a crimson spray. Spattered in her blood, the crowd begins to scream.


F.E:
The two newbies nod along with your explanation, still mystified.* As you square your shoulders and prepare to confront the band, you hear the distant, terrible sound of a gun-crack. Swearing, you leap forward, calling for your two compatriots to follow. As you pull along the curve of the main building, you notice that the second PC classer has pulled significantly ahead of you, burning along the sidewalk with speed that most would be hard put to match.


Greyv and Jason:
Hadrian's eyes widen, and he stumbles back, stuttering.
"I- I was, I mean," He trailed off, his eyes glazed. "I. . . Don't know much." He finally admits.
"Things are difficult, hazy. But I think- Sterling, yes. . . He was the leader. The one who gathered us."


Epsilon and Sarah:
A thorough search of the melted corpses later, you gather together a meager mound of loot. There is a cellphone, three wallets with intact credit cards, two hundred dollars in cash, a switch-blade, and a set of car-keys. The entire search has taken about five minutes.


Cody:
Skipping quickly back from the menacing horde, you evade the roiling mass easily, spinning a spell about your weapon for power and accuracy. Taking aim, you fire into the mound of rat flesh. The bullet pierces through the swarm with ease, sending broken carcasses flying amidst squeals of pain. Pulsing in rage at the injury, the swarm wraps about your legs, the rotten teeth of the rats biting through the material of your jeans and into your legs.* Squashing rodents beneath your heels, you stumble back, frantically pulling your rifle up for another shot. You fire awkwardly downward, and another group of rodents is shattered by the round. The remaining rats scrabble frantically, fleeing your stomping feet as they scatter for the safety of the sewers. You have won.**

*Take 3 Damage
**600 xp gained.


Mike:
Settling yourself into the ransacked shop, you efficiently set up a series of crude traps; a warning system. You then spend several hours sitting quietly, recovering your energy from the days excitement. But, as the hours trickle by, you quickly grow bored, and hungry. Searching through a small refrigerator, you manage to locate a sandwich, and begin to munch on that. Your psicrystal suddenly begins to pulse in warning, spinning silently in the air; someone is outside.


Travis:
On the corpses of the three gunmen, you locate a set of truck-keys, five hundred dollars in cash, the three rifles, along with several dozen rounds of ammunition, a box of matches, a compass, and a sack full of assorted food-stuffs. At your call, several of the braver citizens sidle forward.
"No one is hurt," One of them, a lanky man with dark hair, states, rubbing his hands together nervously, "but we would have been much worse off without you. Thank you, very much." He gives a short bow, and extends a hand to shake.


Andrew:
Your plan works with gruesome efficiency; the combination of your facade, combined with your potent magical abilities, shatters all resistance before it can truly begin. A few times citizens refuse to allow you entry, only for your birds to drive them into your waiting arms, and you quickly work your way through the islands population.* As you turn down the end of the street however, you are confronted with a problem; over a dozen vehicles are parked in front of the last home, and vague shapes can be seen moving behind the windows of the domicile. There may be some resistance with this one.

*750 xp gained.


Matthew:
Returning to your hotel, you spend a refreshing night in your hotel room, recovering your mental fortitude and power. *

*I'm going to stop you there, until everyone else catches up. Sorry, the first night is the last time this will happen.


Laura:
"I think those-" Another teacher, Mr. Evans if you remember correctly, spits in the direction of the two corpses you have left on the gym floor. "bastards forced the principal to herd us in here to be killed. Damn them. And damn him for going along with it." He shakes his head, herding the students out of the gym. You are quickly left alone in the gym, and the door that principal Lang fled from remains slightly ajar, swinging in the wind.*

*Make a perception check.
**Gain 250 xp.

David:
Unfurling the pair of scrolls, you call on your newly acquired knowledge of the arcane to identify the two scrolls.
They are a scroll of Cure Light Wounds, and a scroll of Sleep.

*Gain 400 xp.

[Ajadea]

"I'm going to call the switchblade, if you don't mind. You've got that fancy gun of yours after all, and spellcasting provokes AoO's. Where'd you get that thing anyways?" Sarah asks, moving all the money and credit cards looted to one of the wallets. "Think the keys to a car will be any use?"

[Sinpoder]

Gaberial:
With a clumsy spasm, your servants spill an assortment of items across the table, including the clothes of the two former officers. There are a pair of pistols (2d4 20/x3 50 foot increment) with a six full clips of ammunition, two badges, a pack of cigarettes, two wallets, and a set of dentures.
The computer you hack contains no information besides personal messages, but you do manage to ferret out a bank number.


Gaberial writes down the bank numbers, ready to deposit the money as he starts to search the wallets for money and bank cards. Gaberial then hands the cop outfits to his slaves and tells them to put them on, and give the other zombie a gun as he then goes back to hacking the computer, looking for everything and anything worth of any remote value.

Again taking 20

[Greyv]

Greyv and Jason:
Hadrian's eyes widen, and he stumbles back, stuttering.
"I- I was, I mean," He trailed off, his eyes glazed. "I. . . Don't know much." He finally admits.
"Things are difficult, hazy. But I think- Sterling, yes. . . He was the leader. The one who gathered us."

Greyv nodded. This was of little surprise. He had expected that. But now, another detail needed to be dealt with quickly.
"Who are the 'us,' aside from you? And how'd he gather you? Greyv tried to remain calm. "Memory loss is a pain, I know. But every detail makes it easier for myself and your friends to bring this Sterling...Whoever he is, down, and put him in his place." Another thought couldn't help but rattle it's way through Greyv's mind; This Sterling fellow....Could he have been the original of this city? Could HE have been the one who plunged it into chaos? He couldn't help but guess the answer.

[Volthawk]

"Alright then. Just give me a little longer, I need to heal up and enhance my stuff. By the way, once I'm done my bullets will be nonlethal if need be. Oh, and more powerful."

Right. First of all, attempts to UMD that scroll of Cure Light Wounds to heal myself, healing [roll0].

[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]
If need be, I'll roll more attempts in the OOC (providing I don't get a 1).

After that, I'll infuse my clothes with Magic Vestment, giving them a +1 armour bonus to AC. Then I'll infuse my clothes with Armor Enhancement, Lesser, giving it the Styptic enhancement, and my pistol with Weapon Augmentation, Personal, giving it the Merciful quality. Then I'll infuse my gun with Magic Weapon, making it +1.

[Kobold-Bard]

Mike

Getting the warning Mike seeks out the target mentally. Staying quiet & low he silently curses not wearing his glasses as a kid; his eyesight worked but was crap these days. He instead orders his now still Psicrystal to tell him what it sees, combining this knowledge with his own hampered assessments.

Mike assesses the target.

If they're alone he'll probably decide its better to not take the chance and Mind Thrust him.

If they're not how many, what do they look like etc.? Will probably still kill them but better to check first.

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Detect Thoughts all targets in 60ft at 60ft, DC16 Will negates. In which case I'll do it again (can't wait until I get a spare feat to take Mindsight, will make this so much easier).

Psicrystal's Spot & Listen: [24]

Mike Spot: [roll0]
Mike Listen: [roll1]

I'll roll active actions next post depending on what you tell me from the Detect Thoughts/Psicrystal recon.

[Forum Explorer]

F.E. looks after his companion a little surpirsed. How is he moving so fast? Uggh I wish I had time to read over my books to find out! He thought to himself as he ran after his super speedy ally.


OCC
Faster then my 40ft movement speed? Any ideas on how everybody?

[Tyndmyr]

Travis:
On the corpses of the three gunmen, you locate a set of truck-keys, five hundred dollars in cash, the three rifles, along with several dozen rounds of ammunition, a box of matches, a compass, and a sack full of assorted food-stuffs. At your call, several of the braver citizens sidle forward.
"No one is hurt," One of them, a lanky man with dark hair, states, rubbing his hands together nervously, "but we would have been much worse off without you. Thank you, very much." He gives a short bow, and extends a hand to shake.

I shake his hand, and ask him, "Are you guys going somewhere? Somewhere close and safe, I hope? I could walk along to ride shotgun if need be...or better yet, drive, if any of you has seen these men park a truck around here somewhere."

I loot the bodies efficiently, pocketing most the stuff, but offering the food to them if they're hungry. In particular, I'll be looking about for the truck that no doubt matches this set of keys. I'll also pocket any IDs the men were carrying. If the townsfolk accept my offer of escort, I'll walk or drive them to anywhere nearby before leaving for the hotel.

[Epsilon Rose]

"I'm going to call the switchblade, if you don't mind. You've got that fancy gun of yours after all, and spellcasting provokes AoO's. Where'd you get that thing anyways?" Sarah asks, moving all the money and credit cards looted to one of the wallets. "Think the keys to a car will be any use?"

Adding the cell phone to his bag Epsilon looks up
"In order: Go a head, I already have a knife. Besides my hand to hand's gone to pot since I got my magic. Internet, probably through Texas and maybe Alaska, I live in the US so it's legal, but it's still a fairly rare gun. The noise suppression is worth it though, I just can't stand normal guns. To loud. And finally maybe. If we can find the car and it still works transport would be great and worst comes to worst we can probably use magic for the first part. But before we get to that lets try something more mundane."
Standing he holds up the keys and clicks the lock button a couple times in the hopes of eliciting a beep. He places his index finger on the unlock button and triggers the panic with his thumb, if it goes off he'll be ready to disable it with minimal commotion.

[chrisrawr]

Tetra:
As you approach the blockade, which consists of a series of cement barriers and vehicles placed across the center of the road, you raise your hands high. The group of five cops who man the blockade raise their guns warily, but deign to hear you out. After you've had your say, a short, slight officer paces forward.
"We appreciate the offer," he says, his tone measured, "but how do we know we can trust you? There are a lot of crazies wandering around now, and we can't just let any guy right in with us."


"When was the last time a crazy person offered to put himself within arms reach of the city's finest? At least if I'm here, I'm not off where you can't keep tabs on me." Tetra carried on before the other man could speak, "Perhaps, though, I went at this from the wrong direction. I am helping you boys out, here, and you are going to let me. The longer you all sit around here dealing with whatever sideshow scum and putrefying remains come your way, the more they're going to wear you down. How many other police bastions are sitting like this, scattered all over the city? You need to withdraw, convene, and set up somewhere that gives you firing impunity." Again running the cop down with words, he continued, "There's got to be someplace, someone who's started a resistance. People don't just give up. I'm not the best with people, but my job has given me some insight on their behaviours. The crazies are gonna keep being crazy, and in the meantime you're turning down the guys that just want to help out."

Tetra wheels around and grabs his gun from the car, holding it upright, and pushes past the cop into the fray.


Intimidation check to get the guy to sit down and shut up while I talk[roll0]
Diplomacy check - Offering my services, free of charge [roll1]

[Chess435]

After tending to my wounds and reloading my gun, I'll get to work constructing a rudimentary fence for the island entrance.* Not anything too fancy, but something that would allow me cover should attackers approach, but still with an opening so people can walk through. Though at the same time, I'll keep an eye out for anyone and anything approaching the island**, hiding should any band members approach.*** Should I finish before nightfall, I'll run inside, fetch some supplies, and sit around next to the entrance making a scroll of Cure Light Wounds.**** Let me know if anyone is coming, as I'll probably cast an infusion on my gun, depending on who it is.

* - Profession (Engineer): [roll0]
** - Perception: [roll1]
*** - Stealth: [roll2]
**** - Spellcraft: [roll3]

[druid91]

Steve:
Parking your car a respectable distance from the university, you carefully pull your weapon out. Taking aim into the massive crowd, you fire. The high velocity round roars out of the long barrel with an explosive crack, slamming through the chest of one unfortunate woman, sending her flying in a crimson spray. Spattered in her blood, the crowd begins to scream.

Grinning at the havoc. "one more that didn't make it through the chaos"

I drop the gun down and lounge back near the car door.

(is it possible to ready an action to get in the car and take off?)

[Amador]

I approach this house like the others, but cast mage armor on myself first.
If the door is opened without challenge I charnel touch the first person and then cast summon undead into the house, summoning in a zombie and sending in the zombie birds to do their work.

[Curious]

Andrew:
As you approach the door, the shadows in the window disappear. When you raise your hand to knock, the door flies open, and a streak of light flashes into your chest.*

*3 Damage.


Steve:
(Yes, you can ready an action)
As you duck back into your vehicle, you see three young students suddenly come racing out from behind the building, one of them wreathed in shadows. The crowd surges up the staircase, flooding back into the building at the sudden violence of your attack.


Cody:
After the sudden attack, you compose yourself, and get to creating some defenses. You attempt to erect a fence, but your shoddy workmanship and lack of suitable materials causes the aborted attempt to collapse when a mild breeze hits it. Using your time more wisely, you choose to begin creating another scroll for back-up healing. Your watch is uneventful, and night begins to fall.


Tetra:
With a certain eloquence in your speech, you put the officer in his place, shutting his mouth with a click at your words. Offering your services, you grab your rifle from the vehicle, and push past the stunned police barricade, towards the fight. They make no protest, and in seconds, follow your lead. Gazing over the street, you try to count the number of groaning undead that litter the ground and stalk the pavement, but quickly give up the exercise. There are enough for you to kill, and that is all that matters.


Epsilon and Sarah:
A second after you push the button, a distant wailing sound can be heard echoing down the street, coming from the north.
(Details about location have been sent to Epsilon).


Travis:
The man shakes his head at your question.
"No, we are here because we were shot at, not because we were together."
"Hey," another breaks in, "I think I see the truck you were talking about." He points down the street, at a hulking blue Ford pulled up onto the curb. Nodding, you slip several wallets from the dead man into your pockets, passing the bag of food to one of the people.


F.E:
Within seconds of having heard the gunshot, you pull around the side of the main building, into the middle of a large crowd. A women lies dead at the foot of the staircase leading into the building, her chest blown across half the steps. A sleek car is pulled up on the street opposite the university, one of the windows unrolled.


Mike:
Sneaking to the front of the building, your psi-crystal relays a set of images to you as it floats out the window.
Three dark figures crouched against the side of the building, glinting steel held in their hands. Another across the street, a small weapon trained on the door of the shop.


David:
The cops nod, and step into their vehicle to wait for you to finish with your work.
"We'll be heading out of the city first," the cop explains, "So we can meet up with the defense force and sort out all this **** next morning."


Greyv:
"We were the gifted," Hardian explained, "Those who gained powers when the change occurred, some weeks ago. None of us knew who Sterling was, he just found us, like he already knew where we were. He is powerful, and I do not even know how large our group really is. All we know is that Sterling had a purpose in mind for us."


Gaberial:
As you sort through the computers, siphoning funds to yourself all the while, your servants slowly don the garments of the police. Soon, they stand in front of you, their uniforms in disarray, pistols clenched in their fleshy hands.

[Forum Explorer]

F.E.

F.E. quickly looks around and guessing that the bullet came from the new and on car quickly moves over to be out of the arc from the window. Hey if you got anything to take out the wheels of that car or block sight, please use it now. Lets get take this SoB down. He says to the mage when relativly quietly. Before waiting for a response F.E. begins running at the car, making sure to avoid an approach that would allow for shots from the window.

OCC
Taking a run action and going to try and approach the car from behind or at a diagonal whichever is quicker. Double moving not running.

If needed iniative roll
d20+9

[Volthawk]

"Sure, meeting the defence force sounds good. My... enhancement abilities will be useful there."

[chrisrawr]

Tetra:
With a certain eloquence in your speech, you put the officer in his place, shutting his mouth with a click at your words. Offering your services, you grab your rifle from the vehicle, and push past the stunned police barricade, towards the fight. They make no protest, and in seconds, follow your lead. Gazing over the street, you try to count the number of groaning undead that litter the ground and stalk the pavement, but quickly give up the exercise. There are enough for you to kill, and that is all that matters.

Eloquence, eh? :P

Tetra knows trying to explain his plan to the cops will take too much time - he wanted to get started quickly, and was once again grateful for his chance encounter with Greg. "Greg, I'm gonna need you to convince the cops to cover me while I move up. I'm going now, and I don't know how many of them know I'm on their side, so start by tellin' em not to shoot the crazy guy with the big rifle!"

With that, he yells to the cops, "COVER ME!" In hopes that such an obviously macho term would give him a bit of leeway. He begins walking forward, taking shots, and stopping occasionally to put more than a couple rounds into the
stubborn buggers. He was hunting, though, and needed to conserve ammo for his true quarry - the psychotics tossing the bodies of people around so casually.

Tetra debated this dissonance in the corner of his mind that he kept away from his firing - the little calm that let him focus. When he killed someone, it was for a cause, for a reason. That person had done something, had deserved it - he was merely the trigger, and better him than some crazy with a knife and a taste for blood. He tried to look at the faces of the animated corpses, wondering if he'd have killed any of them had he been paid. He couldn't meet their blank stares, their feral rictus grins. He wanted to tell himself that he was different than the freaks who did this, but he couldn't even convince himself of that anymore. At least he wasn't messing with their corpses.

Tetra ignored the turmoil brewing behind his focus, and continued hunting for the people responsible for this mess. He had a pistol full of bullets with their names on them. Pausing only to reload, he carried on his Grim Crusade.



Perception checks every 10 feet I move up to find the source of the zombies. If nothing is found in 100 feet or if I run out of road, I return to the blockade.
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]
[roll6]
[roll7]
[roll8]
[roll9]


Tetra brings an extra mag with him on this trip, giving him 20 bullets to use after he reloads.
Attack rolls. So many. Use them as you see fit, dear Curious, and I will subtract bullets as you fire them :smallbiggrin: If I run out of bullets before the end of the road, or after 100 feet, or before I spot the source, I return to the blockade.

Single attacks used in conjunction with move actions to stay ~30feet away from the zombies. Add +1 attack and +1 damage for each of these that are within 30 feet, and subtract 7 damage for each of them that are farther than 60 feet.
Attack [roll10], Damage [roll11] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll12], Damage [roll13] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll14], Damage [roll15] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll16], Damage [roll17] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll18], Damage [roll19] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll20], Damage [roll21] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll22], Damage [roll23] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll24], Damage [roll25] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll26], Damage [roll27] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll28], Damage [roll29] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll30], Damage [roll31] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll32], Damage [roll33] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll34], Damage [roll35] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll36], Damage [roll37] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll38], Damage [roll39] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll40], Damage [roll41] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll42], Damage [roll43] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll44], Damage [roll45] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll46], Damage [roll47] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll48], Damage [roll49] Ballistic Damage.

20 attacks, out of the 32 I have in the magazine currently loaded, and the extra mag I brought with me. 1 mag still in the truck.

12 attacks to be used in 6 full-attack options using Rapid Shot. Again, add +1 atk/dmg for each within 30, subtract 7 damage for each one out of 60.

Attack [roll50], Damage [roll51] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll52], Damage [roll53] Ballistic Damage.


Attack [roll54], Damage [roll55] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll56], Damage [roll57] Ballistic Damage.


Attack [roll58], Damage [roll59] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll60], Damage [roll61] Ballistic Damage.


Attack [roll62], Damage [roll63] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll64], Damage [roll65] Ballistic Damage.


Attack [roll66], Damage [roll67] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll68], Damage [roll69] Ballistic Damage.


Attack [roll70], Damage [roll71] Ballistic Damage.
Attack [roll72], Damage [roll73] Ballistic Damage.


Once again, if I run out of bullets, I return. If I run out of bullets, but I have found the people/person responsible for the zombies, I pull out my pistol for them and engage as a separate post, if possible :3

[Kobold-Bard]

Mike

Well, ****.

Mike considered summoning his new landlord but that would just give away his position, and he doubted very much whether he'd be allowed to simply reroll his identical twin brother who took the same classes & feats this time.

So instead he ordered his crystal to tell him if they moved. Mike turned his own attention to the individuals (most likely police knowing his luck) and adjusted his mental energies to their thought patterns.

-------------
Detect Thoughts ftw. 60ft radius will hopefully catch the three by the wall.

Ready Action to Mind Thrust (2PP) one of the 4 if they enter the shop.

[Tyndmyr]

Travis:

I nod to both of them, and say "Thanks and best of luck getting home safely. It's pretty crazy out here at the moment, take care". I then amble casually over to the truck, and stop to look cap the cab and the truck bed before getting in. No horror movie guy popping over the seat for me, thank you very much. I pop in the key, hoping it'll work. It's getting a bit late, and I'd like to get back to my room to crash for the night.

[Amador]

I take the damage like the paladin I am and cast summon undead inside the room. Then command my zombie minions to kill everything in the building.

Then I fall over and pretend to be dead*.

*Bluff check

[druid91]

Steve

OOC: Well, you can probably see the enourmous sniper rifle sitting on the sidewalk and glowing...


Steve stands up and shouts... "Now, can't we talk this over like gentleman? I assure you I have a very good reason for doing what I did." For good measure he puts his hands in the air.

Readying an action: If they ignore me I will manifest control object to manifest control object to fire the gun, if they don't ignore me... well it will dissapear after next round.

[Forum Explorer]

F.E. nearly fell over in shock at the man's words. A good reason? What? Are... F.E. clears his throat are you surrendering? F.E. shouts backs with surpirse in his voice. He lowers his weapon and slows down, approaching just fast enough to keep himself engulfed in shadows.

[druid91]

F.E. nearly fell over in shock at the man's words. A good reason? What? Are... F.E. clears his throat are you surrendering? F.E. shouts backs with surpirse in his voice. He lowers his weapon and slows down, approaching just fast enough to keep himself engulfed in shadows.

"That depends, would surrender involve me dying? Because I have no wish to meet my new patron any time soon..."

[Forum Explorer]

Your punishment will be determined by the leaders of this University in as fair of a trial as we can arrange.

Also what patron? What exactly are you capable of?

[druid91]

Your punishment will be determined by the leaders of this University in as fair of a trial as we can arrange.

Also what patron? What exactly are you capable of?

"... Hmmm, I suppose that's acceptable... Better odds for life than taking on three PCs now."

He gives a short bow, similar to those in martial arts...

"As for my patron, it's only a guess... but I'd prefer not to show what I mean here, as for abilities, I assume Gestalt Psi-warrior//Psion, kineticest discipline. A bit out there given my mutation, but meh."

[Forum Explorer]

"... Hmmm, I suppose that's acceptable... Better odds for life than taking on three PCs now."

He gives a short bow, similar to those in martial arts...

"As for my patron, it's only a guess... but I'd prefer not to show what I mean here, as for abilities, I assume Gestalt Psi-warrior//Psion, kineticest discipline. A bit out there given my mutation, but meh."

It seems like I was right afterall. The world has begun following the rules of 3.5 F.E. shakes his head In any case, we need to inform everyone that you've surrendered and begin to arrange for your trial as well as finding a secure spot for you to stay for now.

F.E. pulls out his cell phone and calls one of the other patrols. A gunmen has surrendered to us. I'm going to take him to the observitory on the Earth and Ocean Sciences building. Please try and get some of the proffesors and student council together so we can decide what's to be done.

[druid91]

"By the way, someone here gave me a call, or more accurately gave the one who's car I stole a call... You should probably tell them that they're friend probably isn't dead. At least not by me, I just picked the car up outside a hospital."

This bit of news is delivered with a mildly disturbing grin. Made all the more disturbing by the near complete bandaging of his head.

[Forum Explorer]

"By the way, someone here gave me a call, or more accurately gave the one who's car I stole a call... You should probably tell them that they're friend probably isn't dead. At least not by me, I just picked the car up outside a hospital."

This bit of news is delivered with a mildly disturbing grin. Made all the more disturbing by the near complete bandaging of his head.

Any idea what their name is?

[druid91]

"Well the one on the phone said something about a Zach..."

He shrugs, conveying an utterly uncaring attitude.

"So what now? I assume the car will be taken care of... nice car, It'd be a shame to see it left out here for the other looters."

[Forum Explorer]

Ugh. Not much help. :smallsigh:

For the car, we will see if anyone reconizes it and then mabey we will go get Zach. In the meantime you will be kept isolated till we are ready to hold your trial.

Also you mentioned you had a good reason for your crime. I'd like to hear it if you don't mind. Or would you prefer to save it for the trial?

[Greyv]

Greyv:
"We were the gifted," Hardian explained, "Those who gained powers when the change occurred, some weeks ago. None of us knew who Sterling was, he just found us, like he already knew where we were. He is powerful, and I do not even know how large our group really is. All we know is that Sterling had a purpose in mind for us."


Greyv was unsurprised; he was familiar with people like Sterling. In fact, he regularly dealt with someone like that; clever, always planning. Greyv didn't usually take the time to do that; he dealt with things straight-forward, and, if it got complicated, improvised. But he was confident; the someone he knew could outplan anyone at any time, even this Sterling fellow. He grinned back at Hadrian.

"A plotter, eh? Don't worry mate. I think he's been outclassed."

[druid91]

Ugh. Not much help. :smallsigh:

For the car, we will see if anyone reconizes it and then mabey we will go get Zach. In the meantime you will be kept isolated till we are ready to hold your trial.

Also you mentioned you had a good reason for your crime. I'd like to hear it if you don't mind. Or would you prefer to save it for the trial?

"I'll wait if you don't mind."

I look around, try and see as much as I can of the university on the way to my cell... Analysing it for points of strength, anything important that I might spot.
spot
[roll0]
Hide(to keep surreptitious)
[roll1]

[Sinpoder]

That will be the end of Gaberials day, he will sleep there and have his zombie cops guard him

[Curious]

David:
Ducking into the police vehicle, the cops waste no time burning their way out of the city, viciously ramming a few stumbling undead on the road. The roads of Coquitlam are choked with corpses and vehicles, but your escort manages to weave their way out of Vancouver, leaving the towers and apartments behind. In the flat suburban areas around the city, you notice activity in the skies; whirring helicopters and fighter jets. Soon, you pull up to a fenced-off camp, with two alert guards in full combat outfit guarding the barbed-wire gate. The vehicle begins to shake, and a massive tank pulls around the corner of the compound, then another, and another, in an endless line.
The police officer whispers softly.
"I don't think things aren't going to be normal again, not for a long time."


Greyv:
Hadrian bowed his head, mouth twisted in a grimace of fear.
"Let us hope so. He is no friend of ours now, and I fear what he may be capable of." Squaring his shoulders, Hadrian turns to you.
"We should go now. It is dangerous in the streets now, and I have no desire to fall victim to another of Sterling's minions."


Andrew:
Spitting a pained word as you fall, a cracked skeleton suddenly materializes from the air, it's claws slashing into the soft flesh of an unsuspecting foe. Your murder of crows, cawing raucously, flashes through the aperture, sharp beaks pecking at the eyes of your screaming enemies. A gunshot shatters the chorus of screams, and the shattered corpse of one of your birds slaps into the pavement by your head.
You act really dead.


Travis:
Having completed your day satisfactorily, you cruise safely back to your apartment in your hefty new ride. Locking it carefully behind you, you slip back into your room, safe for the day.


Mike:
Closing your eyes to concentrate, you slowly extend the reach of your mind, encompassing the feeble thoughts of the three crouched outside.
-work fast food money weapons get off street holy **** zombie-
-mom dad where? Stay safe promised not die keep together don't die don't die-
-hope food inside. Hungry thirsty can't wait longer-

The jumble of their thoughts floods into your mind, an extraordinary stream of consciousness. One of them, the one with the hardest mind and strongest will, steps forward, his grip tightening about the handle of his hunting knife.
And with a silent roar of power, you fall upon him, the weight of your mind sending him crashing to his knees. His two friends stumble back in terrified confusion, staring in horror as blood and spittle spray from their allies mouth, his own teeth biting into his tongue.


Steve and F.E:
Having established a dialog between yourselves, you are abruptly interrupted by the running student, who stares at Steve with undisguised disgust.
"That's it?" He breathes at F.E. "We're just going to take him in after what he did! He's a murderer, we shouldn't be talking to him!"
"Wait, hold on." The winded spellcaster gasps. "F.E's right, we should- hoo -bring him in for a trial, we can't just kill him."
"Damn right we can!" The barbarian shouts, fists clenching.


Tetra:
With an explosion of testosterone and gritty manliness, you heft your rifle and blow the brains out of a shuffler as you race down the street. After a single moment of uncertainty, the police officers- and Greg -open with a fusillade of fire, mauling the horde of meat-sacks filling the street. Ducking past the waving claws, you plow through the undead minions, shot after lethal shot decimating their ranks as you work your way methodically through the writhing mass. As you dive into a less crowded side-street, an errant fist clips the side of your head, sending a burst of stars across your vision.* Stumbling out of the wailing mass of flesh, you hear a soft chanting noise, which shudders eerily through your ears.

Staring up into the second floor window of the building on the left side of the street, you suddenly realize that your real prey is staring right at you. He is a fleshy man, wearing a dark green vest and brown shirt, his hands weaving in unsettling patterns as he chants softly. Then, with the last syllable uttered, he extends his finger at you, and a dark ray of energy leaps through the air, slamming into your chest.** Feeling the strength suddenly sapped from your limbs, you strain to lift your rifle into position. Pulling desperately on the trigger, a bullet roars out of the barrel, burrowing through the flesh of your enemies gut. A stunned look flashes over his face as the shock of pain hits him, and his lips barely managed to twist into a snarl before your second round burst through his lung, sending him flying to the floor of his room, out of sight.

*3 Damage
*Make a will save or take 4 strength drain.

[druid91]

Steve and F.E:
Having established a dialog between yourselves, you are abruptly interrupted by the running student, who stares at Steve with undisguised disgust.
"That's it?" He breathes at F.E. "We're just going to take him in after what he did! He's a murderer, we shouldn't be talking to him!"
"Wait, hold on." The winded spellcaster gasps. "F.E's right, we should- hoo -bring him in for a trial, we can't just kill him."
"Damn right we can!" The barbarian shouts, fists clenching.

Steve stops, "I suggest you go away, I turned myself in semi-peacably. Don't let this fool you, I could do major damage If I chose to, and as you saw with the woman, am more than willing to kill in pursuit of my goal. And I assure you, if fighting broke out, all my attention would be focused solely on you. That is not something you want.

To emphasise that point I let a quarter foot of purplish tentacle slip out of my mouth

Intimidate
[roll0]

"I suppose I should reveal my reasoning now as opposed to later, I'm hunting someone, they stole something and I want it back, They were in the crowd, I fired... And missed."

Bluff
[roll1]

[Forum Explorer]

Sense motive 12: FAIL

Then you are a reckless fool to have attempted to shoot one man out of a crowd. And you shall pay whatever price is handed down to you. Whoever stole from you will likely escape punishment due to such a careless approach.

F.E. raises his hand to the barbarian. I understand how you feel. I would like to kill him myself or at least determine his punishment. However his victems deserve to have justice, and not just a vengence killing that will make us all look like maniacs and tyrants. We still have to earn everyone's trust by proving ourselves responsible. So for now please back off.


Diplomacy: 8

[Volthawk]

"Nope. Magic's in the world now, and it isn't going to go away easily. Honestly, I'm nervous about later on, when they get more powerful. Then if one of them has the inclination and the knowledge of their abilities, we're all screwed."

[chrisrawr]

Tetra:
With an explosion of testosterone and gritty manliness, you heft your rifle and blow the brains out of a shuffler as you race down the street. After a single moment of uncertainty, the police officers- and Greg -open with a fusillade of fire, mauling the horde of meat-sacks filling the street. Ducking past the waving claws, you plow through the undead minions, shot after lethal shot decimating their ranks as you work your way methodically through the writhing mass. As you dive into a less crowded side-street, an errant fist clips the side of your head, sending a burst of stars across your vision.* Stumbling out of the wailing mass of flesh, you hear a soft chanting noise, which shudders eerily through your ears.

Staring up into the second floor window of the building on the left side of the street, you suddenly realize that your real prey is staring right at you. He is a fleshy man, wearing a dark green vest and brown shirt, his hands weaving in unsettling patterns as he chants softly. Then, with the last syllable uttered, he extends his finger at you, and a dark ray of energy leaps through the air, slamming into your chest.** Feeling the strength suddenly sapped from your limbs, you strain to lift your rifle into position. Pulling desperately on the trigger, a bullet roars out of the barrel, burrowing through the flesh of your enemies gut. A stunned look flashes over his face as the shock of pain hits him, and his lips barely managed to twist into a snarl before your second round burst through his lung, sending him flying to the floor of his room, out of sight.

*3 Damage
*Make a will save or take 4 strength drain.

[roll0]

That was wonderful, Curious <3

Post updated in new post - had a couple rolls.

[druid91]

Sense motive 12: FAIL

Then you are a reckless fool to have attempted to shoot one man out of a crowd. And you shall pay whatever price is handed down to you. Whoever stole from you will likely escape punishment due to such a careless approach.

F.E. raises his hand to the barbarian. I understand how you feel. I would like to kill him myself or at least determine his punishment. However his victems deserve to have justice, and not just a vengence killing that will make us all look like maniacs and tyrants. We still have to earn everyone's trust by proving ourselves responsible. So for now please back off.


Diplomacy: 8

"Whatever you say, he'll have to leave someday."
Steve smiles the tentacle slowly sliding away so he can speak, "How about we make a deal Mr. Angry, We have a trial, if I get sentenced to death, and we duel it out. I win you let me loose, And shoot me if I come back. You win... well I'll be dead so I won't care much, I'll be too worried with how I'm gonna explain it to Ilsensine that I showed up on his doorstep."

[Amador]

I act dead until the situation resolves. If my zombies win yay! If not then my civilians won't be so suspicious of me anymore.

[chrisrawr]

Tetra dashes across the road, toward the building. The weariness of the day is beginning to get to him; he's not used to all this sprinting around and taking blasts of what could only be magic to the chest, or fighting GODDAMN ZOMBIES. Not to mention that his ear was still ringing from the bullet that grazed it, and he had to piss something terrible. All in all, he'd be happy when he found a place to crash for the night. Maybe the police had a cell open? He'd heard the beds in Canadian Jails were full of goose-down. Stairs or elevator, stairs or elevator, stairs or... "Stairs it is," he says to himself, as the elevator doors open, and the stench of death whafted out. Climbing the stairs with his pistol at the ready, rifle strapped to his back, he begins searching for the man he'd shot.

Short post for action-packedness - I don't want to gloss over too many things, like if there's still zombies in the road, or if the police are moving up, so I'm just going to move into the building, rush up the stairs, and see if the guy is actually dead. Either way, I drag him down the stairs by his shirt. If he wasn't alone, I'll deal with the situation in a separate post. Right now, it's just Stealth and Perception - [roll0] and [roll1]

[Greyv]

Greyv knew he knew more. But now the man was making sense. He shrugged his shoulder that he wasn't carrying the man with, and began moving faster.
"Yeah. That school ain't gonna find itself."

[chrisrawr]

My grandmother died this morning (Sunday, June 19, 2011). I'm going halfway across the country to her funeral, and will be largely unable to post for the next week. Sorry for the inconvenience.

[Chess435]

Bumping so as to prevent the rest of you guys from having to dig through the forums.

[Tyndmyr]

Druid91 & Forum Explorer:


While he looks skeptical of your reasoning, but your threat captures his attention.
"N...no sir. Don't want any trouble over this, er, accident. Sorry...so sorry to bother you", he stammers, before backing away, arms upraised in a placating gesture.

OOC: Curious' last post indicates that others might be with you, but I can't locate where they were introduced or if this is the case. If so, fill me in, and I'll add their reactions.



Amador:


Another shot rings out amid the sounds of melee, followed shortly by the sound of something heavy thudding to the floor. Silence falls over the house, broken only by the movement of the circling zombie bird(s).

OOC: Looks like one bird is down, how many remaining?



Greyv:


Hadrian nods. "Agreed. Splitting up would be risky at present. I intend to go home for the night anyhow and I suppose it'd be ungrateful not to offer you a room for the night." He looks at the card in his hand and pauses a second before continuing. "Perhaps more clues regarding Sterling's location await you there."



If I've missed anyone, please let me know. Those of you waiting for the second day, nothing unfortunate happens to you during the night. Feel free to post your actions.

Also, the Baltimore IC thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=11737466#post11737466) is now available.

[Urist]

Matthew-Waking in his hotel the next day, Matthew decides that it is high time he begins to obtain a more permanent area of residence, rather than bouncing around from hotel to hotel room. He's also, quite frankly, becoming more than a little sick of relocating his belongings every night. Packing his bags after meditating and dressing, Matthew walks out of the hotel, making sure his weapons are spirited away on his person.* He starts walking towards the university, figuring that if there was any place a near-college age person could blend in, it would be there.

Rolls*
Sleight of Hand rolls-LEI-Shoulder Holster(+4), Medium size(-4), normally drawable(-2),Clothing(suit Jacket) is fairly loose(+2)[roll0]
Knives-Drawn normally(-2), Tiny(+4), Clothing is loose(+2)[roll1]

[druid91]

Druid91 & Forum Explorer:


While he looks skeptical of your reasoning, but your threat captures his attention.
"N...no sir. Don't want any trouble over this, er, accident. Sorry...so sorry to bother you", he stammers, before backing away, arms upraised in a placating gesture.

OOC: Curious' last post indicates that others might be with you, but I can't locate where they were introduced or if this is the case. If so, fill me in, and I'll add their reactions.


Steve smiles and turns to his captor, "So... I do believe you were going to show me to a cell of some sort?"

[Forum Explorer]

Yes, I'm locking you in the most cruel cell available. A physics lab. F.E. smiles a little at his own joke. Assuming there are no interruptions he escorts Steve to a lab without windows and locks the door behind him. If you need anything just call out. One of us will be on guard.

He then turns to his two companions. If there aren't any objections I'll take the night shift. While one of you guys are guarding him I'll do my best to get a trial organized for tomorrow. If he tries anything don't hesitate to call for help.

[Greyv]

Greyv:


Hadrian nods. "Agreed. Splitting up would be risky at present. I intend to go home for the night anyhow and I suppose it'd be ungrateful not to offer you a room for the night." He looks at the card in his hand and pauses a second before continuing. "Perhaps more clues regarding Sterling's location await you there."




THree rolls from the paranoid swordsman;
Sense Motive: [roll0]
Perception: [roll1]
Stealth:
[roll2]
Greyv blinked. He WAS known to be paranoid. But he was also known to be observant. And the sudden shift of Hadrian's tone and attitude was just that; too sudden. He stared for a moment, before shaking his head.
"Negative. We've got our destination, we're sticking to it. Sorry, but we're in for a hike." With that, and a quick scan of the darkening landscape, he motioned for them all to keep close, before heading out again.

[Tyndmyr]

Update:

Urist:

A few people give you nervous glances, but it's hard to tell if they've seen anything, or are simply skittish due to the series of odd occurrences. In any case, you notice that on the second day, the streets are much emptier, as many people stay home to avoid the rising chaos. You're nearly to the college when you hear screams echoing in the crisp, cool morning air, coming from down a nearby street. A glance shows you that the entire road looks like the aftermath of a riot, with smashed in windows and burned cars decorating the scene. Nobody seems to be in sight.


Druid & F.E.

He looks balefully at you when you mention locking him in, but after glancing into the unsympathetic faces of the others, silently cooperates. The night passes uneventfully, though you occasionally hear distant sounds of gunshots, police sirens and car alarms. Once, a distant explosion even draws your attention during your watch, but your prisoner makes no attempt to escape. Upon reconvening in the morning, the prisoner's guard shakes his head and complains bitterly, "Stupid guy kept me awake half the night, trying to con me into letting him out. Promised me money, even."

OOC: Feel free to rewind and toss in a bit more if you have anything else for the first night, but otherwise, you're good to go. Also, any clarification on number of companions, etc would be helpful.


Greyv:

Hadrian shrugs mildly, as if your fate is of supreme unimportant to him. You're fairly certain that he isn't being entirely honest with you, and while it's hard to tell if he means you harm, he most certainly hasn't told you all he knows.

However, your sharp eyes do catch some of the information on the business card in his hands. The logo matches that of a local pizzeria you recall seeing a billboard for earlier. On the other hand, Hadrian doesn't really seem the pizza delivery type.

Fortunately, no more hostiles loom nearby, and you are unmolested for now, though a TV in a shop window indicates that not all of the town is currently so peaceful.

OOC: Clarification, was there a prior arrangement for him to come with you? Either way, no worries, just wanted to make sure I didn't miss an important bit. Also, who all's in your party at the moment and where are you going?


Also, in the dawn hours of day two, anyone near the airport will observe a 727 coming in for the airport, traveling exceptionally low over the city. Odd, seeing as it's ostensibly closed.

[Greyv]

Greyv:

Hadrian shrugs mildly, as if your fate is of supreme unimportant to him. You're fairly certain that he isn't being entirely honest with you, and while it's hard to tell if he means you harm, he most certainly hasn't told you all he knows.

However, your sharp eyes do catch some of the information on the business card in his hands. The logo matches that of a local pizzeria you recall seeing a billboard for earlier. On the other hand, Hadrian doesn't really seem the pizza delivery type.

Fortunately, no more hostiles loom nearby, and you are unmolested for now, though a TV in a shop window indicates that not all of the town is currently so peaceful.

OOC: Clarification, was there a prior arrangement for him to come with you? Either way, no worries, just wanted to make sure I didn't miss an important bit. Also, who all's in your party at the moment and where are you going?


Also, in the dawn hours of day two, anyone near the airport will observe a 727 coming in for the airport, traveling exceptionally low over the city. Odd, seeing as it's ostensibly closed.

As a free action ala quickdraw, I ready my gun to shoot Hadrian if he tries anything.
Greyv smiled, though he inwardly closed the little notebook of Times My Hunches were Right and you all Were Wrong, a very well-noted book. Readied his rifle, ignoring any odd looks, and motioned for Hadrian to walk next to him.
"Hadrian, why don't you come and walk with me? I could use another pair of eyes. And who knows? Maybe we'll get some pizza if there's some place open."

[Urist]

Update:

Urist:

A few people give you nervous glances, but it's hard to tell if they've seen anything, or are simply skittish due to the series of odd occurrences. In any case, you notice that on the second day, the streets are much emptier, as many people stay home to avoid the rising chaos. You're nearly to the college when you hear screams echoing in the crisp, cool morning air, coming from down a nearby street. A glance shows you that the entire road looks like the aftermath of a riot, with smashed in windows and burned cars decorating the scene. Nobody seems to be in sight.



Approaching the street cautiously, Matthew takes a moment to attempt to ascertain from where the screams are coming from, along with attempting to scan the scene to ensure he didn't miss anything on his initial glance.* Placing his hand on his LEI, he advances cautiously, moving slowly so as to avoid creating much noise. "Why I keep investigating random screaming, I don't know. I should have learned by now...", Matthew muses, but he continues on regardless.

At the first sign of attack or hostiles, Matthew will draw his gun while moving back as fast as safely possible.

Rolls:

Perception: [roll0]
Stealth: [roll1]

[druid91]

Update:Druid & F.E.

He looks balefully at you when you mention locking him in, but after glancing into the unsympathetic faces of the others, silently cooperates. The night passes uneventfully, though you occasionally hear distant sounds of gunshots, police sirens and car alarms. Once, a distant explosion even draws your attention during your watch, but your prisoner makes no attempt to escape. Upon reconvening in the morning, the prisoner's guard shakes his head and complains bitterly, "Stupid guy kept me awake half the night, trying to con me into letting him out. Promised me money, even."

OOC: Feel free to rewind and toss in a bit more if you have anything else for the first night, but otherwise, you're good to go. Also, any clarification on number of companions, etc would be helpful.


Errr... I'm the prisoner.:smalltongue:

Steve grins as the door is shut on him and begins ransacking the Physics room for anything at all. [roll0]

[Forum Explorer]

F.E. laughed At least you didn't have to deal with the Professors bickering about how to set up a trial. Ugh its going to be a long day. After the trial we still need to start building defenses as well as figure out who else has powers at the university. F.E. yawned then shrugged. Well lets get started. He said wearily as he unlocked the door and opened it.

Good morning, it took some work but we manged to set up a trial for you. Would you care to speak for yourself or shall we provide a law student to act as your lawyer? F.E. greeted the prisoner with a fake cheer.

[druid91]

"I'll speak for myself if you don't mind." Steve greets him with honest cheer. Notable is he is surrounded with anything he could find in the classroom as though he was doing... something.

[Averil]

Day Two entrance:

"Warning, you a flying over a restricted airspace!" A voice, clearly Canadian, emits from the headphones.

The intruder shivers, her knuckles pale from gripping the flight controls so hard. She couldn't turn back now.

"Vancouver is restricted to all outside personnel!" the male voice barks once again.

The young woman's brown eyes become wide. This was it. This is what her long flight in this Commercial 727 was meant for.

Since she did not know the coordinates of an airport, the woman needed to descend just below the clouds to see if any level landing space was visible.

But, if she did so, she would be exposing herself to the angry Canadian official, who was still hounding her.

"Repeat, this is a no-fly zone! If you do not comply, you will be shot!"

This threat causes the intruder a moment of fearful pause. To be gunned down, as she has already risked so much to get this far?

"I repeat, you will be shot!"

It was now or never. The young woman tips the nose down into a shallow dive.

"This is your FINAL WARNING!" The man growls.

She had come too far to turn back now, plus a 727 couldn't be gunned down that easily. This was a vain thought as, just then, something that sounded like thunder went off nearby the plane. She almost jolts the plane in her shock, but continues to fly lower to see if she can find an airport below the clouds. Instead, she sees what appears to be a city approaching below.

Vancouver, she thinks as her grip on the controls tighten. The plane's nose is tripped into a deeper dive, and just at the right moment, as another piece of red shrapnel goes flying past. It thunders off again, sending a small shock-wave throughout the plane. The young woman can only hope that she can reach the ever-faster approaching city before the anti-aircraft bullets of theirs meets her.

Then she spots it. The airport, located at the far other-end of Vancouver, can still be seen in aerial view. It doesn't seem to get any closer, but the bullets sure do. She dives down even more, the city approaching faster than ever. Another light shock wave is sent through the plane as she levels out over the Southern area of Vancouver. The loud engines can be heard throughout the area, and the 727 is not very difficult to spot as it flies only about 300 miles above the city.
200 miles.
100 miles.
A blast shoots through the plane. The pilot is tossed about as the plane begins to tip. She tries her very best to hold the plane in place, but it is quite evident one of the plane's three engines was shot out. Knowing that she couldn't keep this up for long, unbuckles herself and loops the seat-belt around the controls, keeping the plane in flight for just a little longer.
50 miles.
She stumbles about in the tipping plane and scoops up her belongings. A backpack is quickly slung over her back, as is another oddly shaped case.
25 miles.
The plane has tipped drastically as she tries to make her way to emergency exit, only to stumble as another strong shock-wave vibrates through the plane. Another hit.
10 miles.
She flings herself over to the door and pushes it open. The world below her passes quickly and the wind stings her eyes.
5 miles.
Mustering all the courage she has, she waits for. . .
1 mile.
. . .the. . .
1/2 mile.
. . .exact. . .
1/4th mile.
. . .moment. . .
1/8th mile.

She runs and jumps out the door, over the river surrounding Vancouver National Airport. Seconds later, and a screeching of metal-on-concrete can be heard as the wing of the plane crashes into the ground at high velocity. The sound is distorted to her ears as she hits the bone-chilling water at the same time.

She swims over to the shore and pulls herself out of the cold water, breathing heavily. Brown eyes slowly gaze up at the plane wreckage; something that looks like a crumpled piece of tinfoil. The woman slowly pulls herself up and stands, hair dripping and body still shaking.

"Hit confirmed," the Canadian man states with a smirk of victory.

[Amador]

Listen check for remaining birds and any living things: [roll0]

[Tyndmyr]

Greyv:

Hadrian nods, then languidly arises and walks with you.

OOC: Where you heading to?


Urist:

The dawn's early light spreads over the scene...it looks like a disaster movie. Fortunately, you spot them long before they see you. Casually spread across the porch of what used to be a fairly respectable home, half a dozen youth are smoking and drinking beer and what looks to be cheap vodka. You spot a rifle, leaned against the corner of the porch, and a number of bodies in the street nearby. In addition, you notice a few of the bottles are lined up near the door carefully, in contrast to the rest of the mess, and rags are dangling from them. They show no sign of seeing you, and you could likely hear their conversation if you crept closer.


Druid:

OOC: Doh, assumed there was more NPCs there. Gotcha. Please ignore anything I said on your behalf.

You locate half a box of chalk that apparently hail from the distant past, three dry erase markers and a TI-83. Looks like it's got batteries.


Averil:

Despite being dripping wet and out of breath from the landing, you've come in entirely unharmed and better yet, unnoticed. You can see a great deal of police/military activity at the airport, but that's some distance away from you at the moment. A large pillar of smoke and fire resulting from the crash seems to be at the center of the attention.

Amador:

Seems like all is quiet. Too quiet.

[Urist]

Rifles, molotovs, and a pile of corpses? Maybe I would have been better off not investigating...Well, no backing off now, I suppose.
Moving to the closest available cover, I hide behind it, attempting to overhear their conversation. At the same time, I concentrate, manifesting a group of ectoplasmic bolts.

Stealth: [roll0]
Perception: [roll1]
Bullets(Bolts)[roll2]