DREAD - Damnum Fatale (THE PURSUIT)

[gardenphilosoph]

FURY STUNTS
A reminder as to how you can spend your fury. Remember, go nuts on it, you can get it back by completing secondary objectives (minimize collateral damage and save as many people as you can).

HARDCORE (1) - Recover one point of life. Can be done as many times as you wish.

KILL SHOT (1) - Roll one extra die. Can only spent one point at a time.

SECOND CHANCE (1) - Reroll, but only if first roll was a failure.

**** PUNCH (2) - Describe a sneaky, underhanded maneuver. Player gets Director's highest die.

SUICIDE RUN (2) - Describe a futile gesture that's pretty much guaranteed to fail. Roll 2 dice and add the values.

CLUSTER**** (2) - Describe a desperate plan that's will probably put you in the hospital if not in a grave. Roll a single die against Director's lowest die.

BULLSEYE (2) - Roll an automatic 12, doesn't apply to Combat or Spell rolls.

MIDDLE WAYNE (3) - Describe a brutal, merciless maneuver worthy of a serial killer. Roll two extra dice, and damage is taken by target even if Director wins roll.

BOHICA (3) - Bend Over, Here It Comes Again. Describe a maneuver so foolhardy and dangerous that it leaves the Disciple grievously wounded. Brings you down to 1 life or 0 if you only had 1 to begin with. Director only rolls one die, damage doubled if hit.

THE SITUATION
7:51 A.M. - 10/13/08
You speed off on the Crotch Rocket, a hazy yellow figure on a little bike, speeding through the rain which pounds your poncho like a thousand watery bullets, disintegrating on impact.

The Safe Injection Site is a couple minutes away, but you quickly arrive there thanks to the empty roads. Vancouver is a ghost city in this torrential downpour.

As soon as you enter the East Hastings side of town, the rancid scents of human urine and filth assault your sense of smell. Notorious for its high crime rate and ridiculous number of destitute and addicts, the downtown East Side is not friendly at all. Used needles litter the streets, skeletal hookers leaning against aging walls smoking crystal meth and injecting heroin. A couple piles of rags are in front of the actual Safe Injection building...sleeping hoboes. It's early.

Your entrance attracts the eyes of everyone awake, and awaken some of those sleeping. Your bike is pristine, your poncho bright yellow.

You better not linger.

[Kuma Da]

Haze

Haze rolls right up to the side of the Safe Injection Site, studying the layout of the building. I wonder if I can drive in there? Second I take my *** off the seat of the Rocket, somebody's bound to try and jack it.

Keeping one hand wrapped around the accelerator and letting the other drift down by the shotgun, he waits.

OOC: Figured I should ask this before it becomes a priority issue. How are we going to handle phone calls between the teams? Should I PM them?

[gardenphilosoph]

Physically, there's nothing stopping you, save for two solid glass doors...but that's never gotten in your way before. You look around. Besides the regular grime and the destitute, nothing stands out.

OOC: Write what you want to say here, and I will spread the message to the other threads. Also, just to let you know, this Safe Injection Site thing is real, and it's also government-operated, so driving in there with a bike may not be the smartest thing to do...but it's your choice.

[Kuma Da]

Haze

Digging out his cell phone, Haze re-dials the contact's number.

"There's been a change of plans. Meet me outside the front doors of the site. I'll drive you somewhere safer."

[gardenphilosoph]

One of the many rags littering the sidewalk shuffles over to the front doors. It raises what must be its head slightly, and your headlights reflect off its glasses so that all you can see of the witnesses' face are two shining orbs in a cloak of filthy rags and donated clothing.

"Hurry..." he mutters, hacking all the while.

[Kuma Da]

Haze

Haze cuts the connection with a click, turning his attention to the hobo. He shifts uneasily atop his bike.

How the **** do you ask a crazy man about demons without getting meaningless gibberish out of him?

"You're the guy who called the 24, right? Or maybe you know him?"

OOC: Did I hear a cell's ring or buzz from the hobo when I called the number?

[gardenphilosoph]

"Yes, yeah. Quick, before they c-come for me..." his voice is hoarse but aggressive.

OOC: No, you didn't.

[Kuma Da]

Haze

'Before they come for me'? Bit of a pronoun switch there, buddy.

Haze dismounts on the opposite side of the bike from the bum, but doesn't hit the kickstand just yet.

"Where's the rest of you?"

[gardenphilosoph]

"Huh?" the man seems perturbed. Suddenly he reaches for his rags and pulls some off, revealing a thin sickly leg full of sores and warts. "The rest of me is down here! Hahehahooooo..." he laughs mockingly, seeming unaware of the heaviness of the situation.

[Kuma Da]

Haze

"That's not what I meant, but whatever."

Note to self: do not ever, ever touch the hobo. Unless you particularly want AIDS.

On the plus side, if that even counts as a plus, his laugh's the same.

Haze re-mounts the Crotch Rocket."I suppose you haven't had breakfast yet. Hop on. I'll find us a McDonalds. Meanwhile, you tell me about what you know about 41st and Main."

[gardenphilosoph]

The witness delicately mounts the Crotch Rocket, and you wince to think that his filthy rags and putrid body are touching it...blegh. It doesn't take long to find a McDonald's downtown, and you drive to the nearest one. The two of you are a strange couple and attract a couple suspicious looks as you enter the crappy diner. A couple minutes later and you're both sitting down, dubiously crafted fast food in between you.

The hobo begins stuffing food down his mouth rapidly. He hasn't said anything quite coherent yet.

[Kuma Da]

Haze

Haze kicks listlessly at the dirty tile floor. This is taking far too long, particularly if it's a scam. Haze steeples his fingers together over the table. "I hate to rush you, but the things I'm dealing with are urgent. If you don't actually know anything about what happened earlier today, fine. Help yourself to another couple sandwiches and I'll be on my way. But, if you do, could you at least talk around the fries?"

OOC: Rolling empathy to speed things up. [roll]1d12[roll],[roll]1d12[roll],[roll]1d12[roll]

[Kuma Da]

OOC: failed to roll. Trying again. [roll0],[roll1],[roll2]

[gardenphilosoph]

In between mouthfuls of burger and fries, the man talks. "Don't know anything about Main & 41st, 'cept they found all those clothes and bones, right? Right? Saw something in a park, that's what it did. Clothes, bones, yes, yeah."

[Kuma Da]

Haze

Haze becomes instantly more alert. His feet root to the floor and he sits up straight, as if an aluminum rod had just been casually jammed down his spine. "Saw something in a park? Can you tell me which park, or who saw it, or what it looked like?"

[gardenphilosoph]

"Mmmmm..." the witness pauses, trying to remember while openly chewing a gruesome combination of fries and chicken nuggets in his mouth. "...Stanley Park, that's the one, biggest in Vancouver...near that big lake too, Beaver Lake, I think. What I saw, its important, its horrible, that dreadful spider, big, big, big..." He pauses, his eyes bulging in horror. "I like fries."

[Kuma Da]

Haze

"Me too. Fries are good. They've got calories and stuff."

Steer the conversation somewhere safe. Don't freak him out. He's already attracting attention.

"Can you draw at all? Like, pictures and stuff?" Haze passes the man a napkin and a beaten up pencil. "Don't think about it too hard, but can you sketch what it looked like?"

[gardenphilosoph]

http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff197/Blumboman/Dread/DREAD-NapkinEvidence.jpg

The man hastily scribbles onto the napkin.

"It was blue, but that's a secret. She was reading. She didn't seeee it...." The witness is on his fourth burger and second order of fries. Grease trails down his unshaved chin.

[Kuma Da]

Haze

"Where'd it go...y'know, after?"

OOC: That's the most kick-ass improvised prop I've seen in a PbP. Hats off to you, sir.

[gardenphilosoph]

"Don't know. I rrraaaannn..." The man holds his stomach, finished eating, and slumps on to the table. Perhaps he shouldn't have eaten so fast. "It's important, though. I know. I'll tell the others. I saw, I saw it, I SAW IT!!" he shouts, attracting the entire notice of everyone in the McDonald's. Uh oh.

OOC: Thank you! That means a lot.

[Kuma Da]

Haze

****. Double ****.

"It's okay, man. I've got it under control." This is pitched as much to the other customers as it is to the hobo. "Look," Haze's voice drops low, but it doesn't lose any of its strength. All that volume gets translated into a kind of soft intensity. "I deal with stuff like this. That's my job, or my hobby, or whatever. I stop what you drew from getting at people like you ever again."

Standing up, Haze gathers together the leftovers from the meal, packs them into a paper bag, and slides it across the table to the man. Everything else except for the tray gets balled up and tossed out. "I can drop you off at the safe site or wherever before-hand, but now I've got work to attend to."

OOC: Rolling empathy again to get him out of the McD's with a minimum of fuss. [roll0], [roll1], [roll2]

[gardenphilosoph]

With some difficulty, you escort the babbling witness from the McDonald's and as per his instructions back to the Safe Injection Site.

Just as he shambles off your bike he says, in a tone far saner and clearer than anything he's said before, "It's not okay. I need it's power."

He mumbles something just as you rev off.

OOC: Sense roll to see if you can hear what he mumbled. Target difficulty 8. You have a Sense score of 5, so roll 5 dice. Empathy wouldn't exactly work in that kind of situation, but luckily you didn't need to roll.

[Kuma Da]

Haze

As he rumbles off down the street, Haze opens his cell-phone again and punches in Backlash's number.

"Hey, babe. Thought I'd check in. Make sure you weren't worried about me. It's cute, but really, I can take care of myself." Haze waits a beat, then switches tones from mocking to serious. "I thought you and your team might want a heads up about what I just learned. Turns out some homeless man saw something come outta Beaver Lake, over at Stanley Park. Said it grabbed a girl. Dunno what it did with her, but he knew about the accident at 41st and Main, so she's probably clothes and bones by now.

He described the monster as 'spidery' and 'blue', if that helps any. You get any big-*** blue spiders askin' you out for a beer, make sure you turn 'em down. Can't be too careful these days.

Haze, over and out."

OOC: [roll0],[roll1],[roll2],[roll3],[roll4],

[gardenphilosoph]

OOC: What was that roll for? Anyways, where are you headed? Hospital, sewers, Stanley Park, or back to HQ?

[Kuma Da]

OOC: That was a roll for Sense, since option #5 (go screeching into a U-turn and go talk to the hobo again) might hinge on what he mumbled.

[gardenphilosoph]

"The spider, the blue, not the same, they make two!" the man mumbles, giggling at his own rhyming skill.

Before your mind has time to comprehend what he is saying, your phone rings. It's Backlash.

"You know me, you are just so **** cute I would hate to see something happen to your pretty face.", he responded in the same mocking tone.

His tone also turns serious, "Got it, I'll tell the others. Also an update from us, we found a Disciple on our turf, all beat up in the hospital, we are gonna look into it."

OOC: Oh right, that was dumb of me.

[Kuma Da]

Haze

Oh, monkey balls.

Haze hangs up the phone with a "Gotcha," while Backlash's words are still sinking in. They mix with the parting mumble of the hobo in a murky swirl of suspicion.

Two demons. Or a demon and a big ******* blueberry in cahoots. Plus a wounded Disciple--which is starting to sound worse--since I don't know of any other Cabals in the area, and I'd hope they've got enough respect for us to give a heads up before operating on our turf. Which means that they probably chased something here. And it schooled them. ****.

I'd better check in with the other team. Make sure they're doing alright.

Haze guides his bike through the rain towards the intersection of Main and 41st.

[gardenphilosoph]

OOC: Alright, head on over to this thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=5144349#post5144349).

[gardenphilosoph]

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THE PURSUIT
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The two of you sped off into the grey fog and pissing rain.

A couple minutes later you arrive at the Safe Injection Site...to a scene very different from the scattered misery of that morning.

There are at least thirty or so homeless at the scene, clad in dirty rags and worn clothes. They are all in a crowd, and have formed a semi-circle around another homeless man, who appears to be preaching to them.

Haze instantly recognizes the preacher's voice. It's his witness.

What he's spewing out doesn't sound too good...

"The end is near, brethren! A prophet has appeared to me, and gifted upon me the texts of an ancient civilizations! The ancients will return and bathe the earth in fire and blood! The only chance of redemption lies before you now! It is I, come here to save you!"

Oh dear.

[Kuma Da]

Haze

No way. No way does he just become this articulate. There's something riding him right now, and it'll lead those people like lambs to the slaughter.

Brandon can break it's hold on him, but I need to dismantle his hold on them.

Haze snaps the kickstand up and dismounts from the bike, leaving it idling as he strides towards the crowd. He goes unarmed, save for the knife in the leg of his jeans, the magic swimming in his blood, and his voice. Holding his arms out in the position of the cross, he declaims in an intense, booming voice "But there were also false prophets among the people, just as there will be false teachers among you. They will secretly introduce destructive heresies, even denying the sovereign Elohim who bought them." Step. Step. His voice trembles off of sidewalks and the sagging sides of buildings. "And they will bring down swift destruction upon themselves. Many will follow their shameful ways and will bring the way of truth into disrepute. In their greed these teachers will exploit you with stories they have made up." Haze extends a long, quivering finger towards the preaching hobo. "Their condemnation has long been hanging over them, and their destruction has not been sleeping."

"Peter 2: v 1-3. I suggest you all disperse quietly."

Haze waits a moment, and then tosses a glance back at Brandon. "What? I was raised a Catholic."

OOC: Burning 2 points of fury to bullseye empathy and disperse the preacher's flock.

[DJDeMiko]

Brandon

ooc - can I make any sort of check to see if I detect a demon in the dudes body?

Brandon hardly pays attention to Haze, his full interest on the preacher-man. When Haze finishes his little speech (wether or not it's successfull) Brandon looks the crazed man in the face and starts to swear at it.

"YOU GOD DAMN &$%# MOTHER &#%$% LICKEN &@$%# SOCCER &$%% UP YOUR &%&$&$&," he screams at the man. Despite the harsh words Brandon is begging to smile. "ARE YOU IN THERE YOU #$%$"

[gardenphilosoph]

The crowd stops listening and spreads apart slightly, but they do not disperse. Instead, they all turn to the newcomers, dozens of blank stares boring into your skulls.

The preacher stops his monologue, and addresses the two of you. "Ah, you, I thought I would see you again. The Spider told me I would. Still, brother, you are not my enemy. You do not need to be purged. You will die in the apocalypse regardless."

His voice is completely different, but it is most definitely the shattered witness you spoke to that morning. There are still ketchup stains down his chest.

OOC: Holy **** Kuma Da, that was ****ing awesome. If you didn't bullseye that one I'd have given you cool dice. That was awesome! DJ, you can cast Discern on the preacher if you want to see whether he's possessed or not.

[DJDeMiko]

Brandon

ooc - seriously kuma, making me look bad here :P

Brandon looks upon the blank faces and the ketchup-stained prophet and concentrates his focus for a moment.

ooc - I cast discern (4th spell of the day), do i need to roll stuff?

[gardenphilosoph]

OOC: Magic check against the prophet's Soul check. Your Magic score is 6 (http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff197/Blumboman/Dread/DREAD-DJDeMiko-Brandon.jpg), and the prophet's Soul score is three. I'll roll three d12s and you roll six, and if you get the higher number than you successfully cast the spell. If you're worried you can always expend fury...see the first post of this thread. I'll roll now.

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

[Kuma Da]

Haze

"Ah, you, I thought I would see you again. The Spider told me I would. Still, brother, you are not my enemy. You do not need to be purged. You will die in the apocalypse regardless."

"Oh, I'm hardly worried about that. I figure there's plenty of room for the both of us in Hell. What I most strenuously object to is you bringing all these bystanders along for the ride."

An itch traces its way up Haze's spine, spreading out to cover his shoulder blades in a tingling blanket of sensation. He stares not at the homeless man, but at his mesmerized audience.

And then a pair of thick, expansive pair of bat wings tears through the leather of his jacket--unfurls like night itself--framing his body against the dark.

"Scatter."

[DJDeMiko]

ooc -

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]

[DJDeMiko]

Brandon

ooc - seeing my rolls I'm going to bulls eye this.

There is no way that this guy isn't at least under somethings influence, Brandon thinks, that $%#$ spider is either in him or using him. Either way I'm gonna find it and tear all eight of its legs off.

[gardenphilosoph]

Haze, now with a new pair of vast black wings, ram horns, and a mouthful of fangs, instantly scatters the crowd. Dozens of bums gasp and run backwards, clattering into alleyways and vanishing within seconds.

Brandon, shimmering images appear in the air behind the preacher, revealing to you his true nature...

A lake, a puddle of blue, a body, fear, running, escape.
An alley. A syringe. Euphoria...a noise, legs, spider, The Spider.
The prophecies, the tomes, gifts of the Spider, warnings of the Apocalypse.
I can save them...

It is hard to get a clear message from the images, but you can be sure that the man isn't a Skell. He isn't possessed, but he is being stalked by a dark force...

OOC: Damn, you guys are bad-asses. I love it. Haze, you have 2 more spells to cast today, and Brandon, you do as well. You can cast more than that at the risk of taking damage.

[Kuma Da]

Haze

Haze backwings, hard, throwing his body off of the pavement. His pinions twist in the air, spread wide, and settle in for a long, low glide. 'Low' being the operative word, because by the time he's transitioned from falling to coasting his face is inches off of the sidewalk.

If he stretched out his neck a little, he could probably taste the concrete.

Haze's wings slap the air with steady, powerful strokes as he heads for the street-preacher's knees.

OOC: "dive-bombing" the hobo and killing two points of fury to make the gesture a suicide run. [roll0], [roll1]

Edit: You're ******* kidding me...

[gardenphilosoph]

The prophet doesn't seem overly surprised at your attack, despite the fact that there is a winged, horned, and fanged man swooping toward him rapidly.

"You are lost, dear son...you are lost."

OOC: Wow, you would actually get a higher roll if you didn't use Suicide Run. Now that's bad dice for you. Kudos on the awesome description though, so I will give you one more die to roll...go for it!

I'll roll defense for the prophet now.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[gardenphilosoph]

Suddenly, a group of homeless people burst out of shadowed alleyways, wielding tire irons, dirty syringes, 2x4s and whatever other debris they've managed to find. They are all running directly towards Brandon.

OOC: DJDeMiko, roll Initiative. Just roll 1 d12. I'll roll initiative for the bums now.

1. [roll0] - Lead Pipe
2. [roll1] - Tire Iron
3. [roll2] - Dirty Syringe
4. [roll3] - Rusty Knife
5. [roll4] - Improvised Shank
6. [roll5]
7. [roll6]
8. [roll7]
9. [roll8]

The first 5 bums have weapons, the other 4 are just brawlers with their fists.

[Kuma Da]

Haze

It's been too long since he's used the spell. Or maybe it's the way that the rain pounds down on his outstretched wings that causes him to falter mid-air. From a different height, he might have been able to recover. But with his nose to the pavement, about all he's able to do is wrap his wings tight around his body and roll, still angling for the preacher's legs. Fortunately, this seems to be the last thing that he's expecting.

OOC: Killing two more fury to ****-punch with that last die. [roll0]

[DJDeMiko]

Brandon

ooc - initiative [roll0]


The man is being hunted and haunted. I know this man, it was once me, so overcome by the evil they are forcing onto him that he has lost his grip with reality.

Now that Brandon knows the truth, that this is not a demon, his smile fades. Killing demons is fun, hurting humans who don't know the truth is not.

As haze Plummets towards the preacher Brandon screams out "HAZE, BE CAREFUL HE ISN"T A SKELL!"

Brandon looks at the oncoming horde and begins to concentrate, pulling his energy into him. I have to do this, he thinks, I have to do this and try to save as many of them as possible.

[DJDeMiko]

ooc - questions about the current scene.

1. are the bums grouped together (im thinking of using octave)
2. are the bums in or out of the alley? im thinking of using barricade to try to fence them away from us

[gardenphilosoph]

Haze smashes forward into the preacher's legs, already moving too fast to ignore Brandon's warning. The preacher's kneecaps instantly shatter along with most of the bone in both his legs, splattering warm spurts of blood on Haze's horned, fanged, face.

The two end up in a bloody bundle on the floor, the preacher instantly dead. ****...he was innocent.

Here's what went on, mechanics wise.

Haze originally rolled 1, 1 using a Suicide Run, which adds to two rolls together into 2. The cool description also netted him another die, which was 11. It would be 11+1+1=13.

The preacher rolled his Combat to defend, which was 4, 10.

Haze used a **** Punch to up the damage, which steals the preacher's highest die. There Haze ended up with 11+1+1+10=22, against the preacher's 4.

22-4=18. The preacher takes 18 damage.

The bums rush toward Brandon, having surrounded him. The two nearest are both unarmed. Their fists are covered with masking tape and cloth, marking them as brawlers. They're coming in fast.

The one on the right buckles his shoulder as he prepares to body slam Brandon, while the one on the left throws a punch toward his face.

[roll0] - Bum on the Right
[roll1]

[roll2] - Bum on the Left
[roll3]

OOC: DJDeMiko, roll Brandon's Combat score, which is 1. So roll 1d12 twice, once for each attacker. Then it's your turn. The combat order is this. Right now the two tens are attacking you. I've named the bums by their initiative rolls and their weapons.

10, 10, Brandon, 8, Dirty Syringe, Rusty Knife, Improvised Shank, Lead Pipe, 2, Tire Iron

Haze, you can't get involved in this combat until next round, after the last bum goes. I'll tell you when to roll initiative.

DJDeMiko, the bums are in a rough circle around Brandon, already out of the alleys. Barricade won't do much now and Octave would be able to catch two or three bums at once.

[Kuma Da]

Haze

Haze spins out of control, frantically trying to burn off momentum before the leathery wrap of his wings gets sucked back into his body. He's aware of a wet, fleshy snap, and of Brandon screaming something, but the world around him is a centrifuge. He ignores them. The only thing that matters for the time being is getting back on his feet before he goes plowing through the side of a building.

With a whip-crack of flesh on sidewalk, Haze opens his wings again, slapping his body back into the air. He wheels unsteadily, does his best to shove a mental wedge into the spokes of his dizziness, and dives for the Crotch Rocket.

The instant he can wrap one hand around the accelerator, he'll gun the engine, hop the bike onto the sidewalk, and try to snag Brandon as he burns past.

OOC: Wow, I totally thought attacking worked a different way. I was operating on the assumption that I was comparing my highest roll out of all the dice rolled during my attack (score of 3 from the suicide run, 11 rolled on my own, and a 10 stolen with the ****-punch) against the preacher's highest roll (the 4 he had remaining, making it a non-lethal total of 7 damage.) But, hey, I'm not gonna object to gratuitous amounts of carnage.

Also, lemme know if I'm abusing the physics of nephilim. The text says that it lets you fly as fast as a car, so I figure the wings have to have some crazy muscles behind them.

Finally, I'm going to bullseye my strength check to grab Brandon by the collar and plop him onto the back of the bike as I go past. Rolling drive check normally.

[roll0],[roll1],[roll2],[roll3],

Edit: whoops. Didn't read the end of your post as thoroughly as I should have. Delay everything I described here until after Brandon's round of combat is done.

[gardenphilosoph]

OOC: Nice moves! Anyways, you'll have to wait until Brandon's turn in combat to pick him up. These two brawlers first have to get a shot at him, then you'll come flying by. You passed your drive check and you'll Bullseye your Strength check so all's well. Burning fury real fast though...and shame too, since you would've gained some fury from keeping the preacher alive. It was a Secondary Adjective. Made for some kick-ass action, though. :smallbiggrin:

[DJDeMiko]

Brandon


Ooc - im so &%&^ :P

attacker one [roll0]
attacker two [roll1]

Seeing as how I'm being cluster &%#&@ I'm going to use said maneuver (if i understand it correctly)

my roll for the cluster%#&@ manuever [roll2]



Brandon barely notices the bums attacking him as he concentrates on his magic. I only have one spell that won't necessarily kill these poor creatures and if I don't do something soon I'm dead anyway. As the bums move in around Brandon, he yells out "This is not what your god wants of you!" He grits his teeth, concentrates on the energy within himself, drops to one knee and slams both fists into the ground before him.

The world explodes with sound as a 20-foot disc of deep purple energy erupts from the earth around Brandon's feet throwing all above it into the sky. As Brandon flies into the air, time slows enough for him to think This is really going to suck.


So everything within 10 feet of me is thrown up to 30 feet into the air.

I'm hoping that, sense I'm aware of whats about to happen I might be able to steel myself for hitting the round and try to roll through some of the damage.

Brandon is also hoping that he mostly knocks the bums unconscious.

[DJDeMiko]

ooc - ha, haze and garden posted as i was writing that. hope I didn't catch you in the blast wave haze :P

[DJDeMiko]

ooc - im not going to change what i did, but a question on how this game works, it still confuses me some.

Would it have been better for me to just cast it and not try to cluster it? i was using cluster mostly because i thought the situation was desperate, but i realize now that if i used soul i would have had 6 dice

[gardenphilosoph]

OOC: Hold up, hold up, some confusion.

First of all, to answer your question. The good thing about Cluster**** is that it lets you roll against my LOWEST die, instead of the usual highest. So it is good for desperate situations like these.

First of all, exactly what spell did you cast?

Second of all, the damage has to go through first. In this case, it's brutal. I'll put the mechanics in a little box.

BACK TO THE GAME
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One of the hobos barrels into Brandon with uncontrolled force, throwing both of them onto the ground. The second bum took advantage of this moment of vulnerability, and drew his foot up for a merciless face stomp.

Brandon's head explodes in white hot pain as the peeling leather boot slams down on his face, breaking most of the cartilage in his nose. Hot blood explodes all over his face as blood vessels in his nose and lips pop.

So the two bums rolled a 12 and a 10. Brandon rolled a 9 and 2 in response.

12-9=3 -> The first bum does three damage.

10-2=8. -> The second bum does eight damage.

3+8=11.

OOC: Unfortunately that's 11 damage, so Brandon is 1 point away from Retirement. Retirement isn't necessarily death...you get 12 life and 24 Fury, so basically you're back with tons more kick-ass to deal out, but you're destined to die by the end of the scenario.

You can, however, burn Fury in Hardcore to get a point of life back. Burn however much Fury you want to get however much Life you want back.

Alright DJDeMiko, after you clarify what spell you cast, I'll let Haze zip by and pick you up since he's already made the rolls for that.

WAIT! I forgot about armor. My bad,

DJDeMiko, if you want to 'use' your armor now, then roll the armor's rating for whatever blow you want it to absorb. Your armor has a rating of 3, so you roll 3d12. If you also want it to absorb the second blow, then roll whatever the rating is after its absorbed the first one. That sounds sort of confusing, so...

If you want your armor to absorb the blows...

Roll 3d12 for the first blow. If any of these are equal to or lower than your armor rating (3), they take the damage.

If you also want it to absorb the second blow, then roll 1d12 for each point of armor you have left.

[DJDeMiko]

ooc - the spell is octave :)

I'm not sure about the armor thing, IE what i need to roll to stop damage so


For the first hit
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]

[DJDeMiko]

ooc - ok lost 1 armor

second hit


[roll0]
[roll1]

edit - i got the "your posting to quickly"

[DJDeMiko]

ooc - trying again for the second hit

[roll0]
[roll1]

I like this character and its to soon for him to die :P I will burn fury to heal up.

[gardenphilosoph]

BOOM!

A deafening noise sounds, as if a small nuke had gone off. Everything within ten feet of Brandon flies up into the air, forced by a thin pulsating energy, as if someone had tinted a hurricane violet and thrown it at the ground.

All nine homeless fly up into the air, twenty, thirty feet up. This is going to hurt. Wet newspapers fly up into the air, and road signs are bent backwards while store windows shatter. This is going to hurt.

Amidst the chaos, Haze flies through on the Crotch Rocket, grabbing Brandon by the back of his jacket and tossing him onto the bike.

The homeless begin to fail.

1. [roll0] - DIFF 8
2. [roll1] - DIFF 8
3. [roll2] - DIFF 8
4. [roll3] - DIFF 7
5. [roll4] - DIFF 7
6. [roll5] - DIFF 7
7. [roll6] - DIFF 6
8. [roll7] - DIFF 6
9. [roll8] - DIFF 6

OOC: So that's 1 point of damage prevented, and your armor goes down to 2. Next time you want to use it to block damage, roll 2 dice. In total Brandon's taken 10 points of damage, leaving him with 2 life left. How many points of fury do you want to burn? You have 8 fury left.

Also, you didn't get affected by Octave since you yourself cast it. I'm doing a Strength check with a difficult of 8-6 for the hoboes, for falling damage. You may have just gotten back at them...

[gardenphilosoph]

OOC: Oops. Forgot I can't do that. Rerolling.

1. d12, d12 - DIFF 8
2. d12, d12 - DIFF 8
3. d12, d12 - DIFF 8
4. d12, d12 - DIFF 7
5. d12, d12 - DIFF 7
6. d12, d12 - DIFF 7
7. d12, d12 - DIFF 6
8. d12, d12 - DIFF 6
9. d12, d12 - DIFF 6

[gardenphilosoph]

OOC: Oops. Forgot I can't do that. Rerolling.

1. [roll0], [roll1] - DIFF 8
2. [roll2], [roll3] - DIFF 8
3. [roll4], [roll5] - DIFF 8
4. [roll6], [roll7] - DIFF 7
5. [roll8], [roll9] - DIFF 7
6. [roll10], [roll11] - DIFF 7
7. [roll12], [roll13] - DIFF 6
8. [roll14], [roll15] - DIFF 6
9. [roll16], [roll17] - DIFF 6

[gardenphilosoph]

Haze and Brandon just clear the Safe Injection Site when the homeless begin to fall. Left and right, it's raining hoboes...

The bodies hit the floor. Unusually, all but one of the men hit the ground without sustaining any serious damage, though they are quite dazed. One of the men hits the ground head-first, slamming his temple on the cold wet concrete and knocking him unconscious.

OOC: Sorry about the multiple posts, having a little trouble with rolling.

1. PASSED
2. PASSED
3. PASSED
4. PASSED
5. PASSED
6. PASSED
7. 3 DAMAGE
8. PASSED
9. PASSED

Wow, I am rolling devilishly good. Strange. Anyways, close call, good times, where are you guys off to now? Brandon's nose is crushed and his face is seriously beat up, but other than that you guys are okay.

[DJDeMiko]

Brandon

As their adrenalin begins to wear off and they get far enough away to stop Haze pulls the bike over to talk.

Brandon coughs as he gets off the bike, sending blood squirting from his broken nose. "Aww ****," he says, the sound of his voice sounding off. "That sucked." He summons his energy, concentrating on his own body. In reality, he thinks, It just looks bad, I'm really not that hurt.

ooc - burn 3 fury to heal

Whether or not Brandon is right about his injuries not being quite as bad as they look or whether his magic changed things means little to him. He knows that reality can be altered, if slightly, by the power of a disciples mind.

"That did not go well," he says looking at Haze, "He was definitely being controlled by something, I'm not sure what, the images where hazy."

OOC - character knowledge - What does this mean? like is the demon hiding nearby or does it just mean it screwed with the guys head?

[gardenphilosoph]

OOC: It means that he's being Stalked by a demon, but not possessed by it. It probably talked to him or gave him visions, screwed with his head.

[DJDeMiko]

ooc - what im wandering is given this particular type of scenario, is it at all likely that the demon is still nearby? Basically would Brandon, given his experiences, think the best thing to do would be to hunt the area or to head back to the base to see what info the team may have learned?

[gardenphilosoph]

OOC: Well, the demon itself is probably long gone (Stalkers are cowards) but its lair may or may not be close by. Might be helpful to do an evidence scan...when the area is less hostile, of course.

[DJDeMiko]

ooc - thanks, just sometimes have to ask about character knowledge stuff :) I'm gonna hold posting and give Haze a chance to talk :)

[Kuma Da]

Haze

"****." He glances over his shoulder as the two of them peel away from the safe injection site. There's a messy slick of blood and bone left behind on the road. "How're you holding up back there?"

Haze heads for the mansion.

[gardenphilosoph]

The ride back to HQ is quick, but already Brandon's wounds have begun to heal. The blood has started clotting and most of the bleeding is staunched.

Still hurts like a bitch, though.

OOC: DJDeMiko, check the first page of the original thread (the thread I'm linking you to) for your character's status.

You guys can both head over to this thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=93837) now, sixth page.

Also Kuma Da, it's great that you're doing NanoWrimo. I'm not, but I do love it.