Uplift RPG Session #42

We begin, we join our heroes is a chasm, in the night, with snow coming down.

A terrible encounter, you were assaulted by a screaming entity which caused Match to have a freakout which ended up torching your shelter!

Match is still laying face down in the snow.

"I'm sure we'll only need one tent."

Martaues looks back to Fred. "Get or make some earplugs for the love of the God. And whatever can be reeeally good earplugs, give 'em to Match."

Martaues turns his attention back to the near mentally broken rat. "You doin' better, man? We gotta get up and git goin'."

Match: "FINE!"

Gator (GM): https://drive.google.com/open?id=1NOoWeiObnG0Yl3DplGXF_MpCckpw3L1U
Forgot to post.

Martaues: ( Could've been worse, I suppose. Somehow. Not sure how, but I'm sure there's some way. )

Gator (GM): ( You yourselves could have been lit on fire. )

Match: "We still climbing up the ravine after the STUPID BIRD!"

Edward H.: "human"

Match: "It was fling like a bird!"

Martaues: "Oh-hoh-hoh, trust me, that man's gonna have his wallet bleed the moment we rescue his 'oh so important' ass."

Match: "I'll brand his ass if things go worse!"

Martaues: "And as for that... woman, flying, banshee thing... Yeah, go ahead and set it on fire the moment you see it."

Fred Actaeon ... tries to make earplugs.

Match: (Any of my souvenirs can be made into earmuffs?)

Gator (GM): With what? Pine cones?
Let us roll fate.

Martaues: ( At this point, cutting off our ears would be helpful. )

Gator (GM): rolling 1d2
(1)= 1

Martaues: ( We have snow ear-muffs, right? Can't we just stuff them full of crap to try and block something out? )

Gator (GM): Yep. You find a scarf with the town name sewn into it.
You think you can shred it abit to stuff into your ears.
-Hopefully- that will work.

Match: "Once this is done I want to head back to buy all of the stuff RUINED by the Banshee!"

Martaues: "Fred. You have a weapon? I know you're all 'bout bein' peaceful and all that, but please tell me you're not gonna get up in arms for shootin' whatever-the-hell appeared just a bit ago."

Fred Actaeon: Taser

Martaues: "I got a pistol from that train guard. Don't know how far that taser'll get you, so you best have it."

Match tries to muster whats left of the burnt tent.

Martaues: "And hey, Matchy. I'll cover whatever souvenir stuff you wanna get once we get outta this shithole. That make some'a this up, to you?"

Gator (GM): You quickly cobble this junk together into deafening ear muffs.

Match: "Thank you Martaues."

Gator (GM): It may or may not actually work unless you could use [craft skills] to make it.

Fred Actaeon: (This could lead to a lot of "WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" jokes.)

Match: "I SHOULD OF BOUGHT THE EARMUFF AT THE SOUVENIR SHOP!"

Martaues: ( That means it's working then )

Gator (GM): There is a slight issue...

Match: I have 1 in invention)

Gator (GM): Roll it. Beat 50.
We making health potion here.

Match: rolling 1d20 + 25
(18)+25= 43
it was a d20
rolling 1d100 + 25
(68)+25= 93

Gator (GM): You made deaf muffs.
But there is an issue. As long as you wear them you'll technically be deaf.

Martaues: "Now, if none'a us can be hearing each other... Then good, might actually mean we wont lose our fuckin' minds with that screaming... Anyway, you both know hand signals?"

Gator (GM): [deafness condition pg. 40]

Match Gives a thumbs up.

Fred Actaeon: "More or less"

Martaues: "Until we get to the cabin, we're gonna be movin' with these on. Try to communicate with signals if you can, and keep an eye out for that thing as we move out. Doubt screamin' is its only trick. Just, ah... pump your fist in the air if you spot it, we'll stop and get ready."

Fred Actaeon points up and then around to ask ehich way they are going.

Match: (Wait, so we all have ear muffers from the one scarf.)
What if something really good happens and we are happy it happened?

Martaues: ( Dance a little jig )
( The Carlton will suffice. )

Gator (GM): (scarfs are big.)

Match: I didn't say that...

Gator (GM): (Like 6ft of material right there. Luckily you don't have any rabbits or large earred peps.)

Match: (What if something really good happens and we are happy it happened?)

Martaues puts on the ear muffs. After checking the map and compass, he points to the North.

Fred: Fred mutters under his breath, "Take your pills pyro-freak"

Match: "what?"

Martaues: ( WHAT DID YOU SAY? I CAN'T HEAR YOU )

Fred Actaeon: "I didn't say that"

Martaues: ( Oh wait, I get what's goin' on. )

Fred Actaeon: (No, seriously whose the wise guy)

Martaues: "Get a grip you two. I can't believe I'm getting stuck with you civies."

Match: "FRED I CAN HEAR YOU, THESE THINGS AINT WORKING.

Martaues looks back to Match and Fred, noting Match shouting about something. Martaues waves his hand towards himself and turns back around to march North.

Match: "AND FRED I ALLREADY TOOK 1 OF MY PILLS FOR THE DAY RECENTLY!"

Martaues: "Maybe the pills should be on the job then!"

Match Pulls out his pill bottle and starts reading the side effects.

Martaues: ( We moving on and out? )

Match: (Yeah.)

Fred Actaeon: (yeah)

Martaues: ( Rolling perception to keep an eye out for the banshee. )
rolling 1d100+25
(99)+25= 124
Guys, I looked at the map and I think there is a cave if we head west.
( Hoo )

Gator (GM): You look around and thought you saw a shadow in the trees.
You also note that you heard your voice just now but you didn't say anything.

Martaues starts pumping his fist in the air and readies his weapon.

Martaues: "What the hell..." Martaues mutters, unable to hear himself speak out loud.

Fred Actaeon takes out taser

Martaues: ( Oh right, the pistol. You want it? )

Match Readys Burney "WHERE WHERE SHALL I BURN THEM!"

Fred Actaeon: OK.

Martaues forgot to hand Fred the pistol. Blindly digging into his backpack for the pistol and mags while he tries to keep an eye out, he finally fetches the weapon and tosses them towards Fred.

Martaues: ( 1 10mm Colt Gun, 20 bullets )

Fred Actaeon catches it

Martaues: ( 2d10+30 )
( We have a visual on that shadow on the map? )

Gator (GM): You ready your weapons and the creature breaks LoS.

Martaues points towards the direction he saw the shadow, but avoids firing as it flies away.

Martaues: ( Roll perception again or am I able to fire? )

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+60
(56)+60= 116
Roll percept, sure.

Martaues: ( Well that aint good )
rolling 1d100+25
(13)+25= 38
( This aint good either )

Gator (GM): It dodges your eye attack.

Martaues: ( Dern. Was a surefire attack too )
( Fuckin' have to send that spell card to the graveyard now. )

Gator (GM): It does look like it's taken to harrassment attacks.

Match: "SO ARE WE HEADING TO THE CAVE OR NOT MARTAUES?"

Martaues silently stands and continues looking around for the being. After a minute of scanning the treelines, he raises his hand and waves towards himself, pulling out the compass function on his phone to reorient himself to continue North.

Martaues stops to see Match yell about something. Martaues extends his hand palm up.

Gator (GM): Proceed up cliff or search the chasm?

Martaues: ( That skeleton forebodes warm welcomes. )

Match: (up the cliff, totally wont be attacked by the fling monster.)

Gator (GM): First thing that came up when I searched 'party'

Martaues: ( I'm guessing the only way up the cliff is climbing? )
( Snow + potential aerial attack + dice screwing us over = bad idea. )

Fred Actaeon: (LOL on the dice)

Match: (Well I'm searching the chasm.)
rolling 1d100 + 15
(32)+15= 47

Martaues: ( Sounds better than slipping off the cliffs 100 feet off the ground )
( Should I roll as well? )

Match: (Yeah.)

Martaues: rolling 1d100+25
(67)+25= 92

Gator (GM): At this point, yes, climbing is the way up.

Martaues: ( Time to comb the desert of snow. )
( Aside from a skeleton and some more snow, not sure if much was discovered. )

Gator (GM): You look around, you find a cave to the south.

Match POint up and mimics climbing, then flap his arm like wing and makes a shooting motion

Gator (GM): Besides that you find absolutely nothing.
Literally nothing at all.

Martaues scratches his head, but slowly gets his meaning. Sort of.

Gator (GM): Not even trail trash.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 40
(87)+40= 127

Gator (GM): What was that roll for?

Martaues follows after Match, slinging his weapon around his back.

Match: Climbing

Gator (GM): Ah, right, right.

Martaues: ( Actually wait, I gotta grappeling hook. )
( Can I estimate how far up the destination is? )

Gator (GM): Sure.

Martaues: rolling 1d100+25
(93)+25= 118
( It's 118 feet, sheit. )

Gator (GM): Yeah, 120, sure.

Martaues: ( Fuck )
( Mine reaches about 30 feet. )
( Aint no use here. )

Gator (GM): Match is up the cliff.

Martaues: rolling 1d100+35
(65)+35= 100
( Climbin' )

Gator (GM): Let's give you a bonus for grappling hook.

Match: (Ya can climb it with no rolll if ya have 7str)

Gator (GM): And you made it.
Fred! You're the last on the bottom.

Fred Actaeon: rolling d100+40+20
(38)+40+20= 98

Martaues: ( Ooh, really? My robot arm has 7 strength, just not my other one. )

Gator (GM): And you fail!
You gripped some ice and it slipped right out of your hand.

Match: Shoot the grapple down at him Axl!

Fred Actaeon: Wait. What did I need to roll?

Martaues: ( Hoh shit. Now this is a stretch, but can I shoot him with the grapel at him? )

Gator (GM): 1d100 + agi + acrobatics.

Martaues: ( *Shoot the grapple at him, try to catch him and bring him up? )

Gator (GM): Should have thought of that earlier!
Gravity is the Earth's GM!
And it is cruel.
But... Fred got close.

Match Looks out for any foes that might push them off into the ravine.

Gator (GM): So let's say 20 feet?
Falling rules:

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(38)+15= 53

Martaues: ( Shit, sorry Fred. )

Gator (GM): 15 feet is 2d10, then 2d10 for every 10.
You see no foes!
So you face 4d10 damage.

Martaues: ( He got any skills to reduce the damage? What was it, stumbling? )

Gator (GM): But, you can minimize damage with your acrobatics.

Martaues: ( There ya go )

Fred Actaeon: How?

Martaues: ( You know how people roll when they jump off of high places to reduce the force of the impact? Same concept. )

Gator (GM): I roll damage.

Martaues: ( You land directly on your legs, they snap. )

Gator (GM): Then you roll 1d10 per level in acrobatics or tumbling.
rolling 4d10
(1+8+5+2)= 16

Fred Actaeon: ok. I have higher acrobatics than tumbling

Gator (GM): So now you roll 2d10 and see how much it's reduced.
Yeah, that and tumbling is 1d10 per 2 levels.

Fred Actaeon: rolling 2d10
(10+5)= 15

Gator (GM): Gracefully, you spiderland from the fall, take a whopping, crushing, deadly 1one damage!

Martaues: ( Hey, if you try and climb up again, I can shoot the grapple down and leave it hanging. That way you can either climb up that or use it in case you fall again when you get close. )

Fred Actaeon: (No I was saying I had 2 acrobats and one tumbling.

Gator (GM): If your pals are willing to lift, you can get to the grappling hook. You need to roll 80 or better to get to it.
(Yeah, I know. Acro is the better choice.)

Fred Actaeon: rolling d100
(21)= 21

Martaues taps Match's shoulder and points down to the cave, then Match's weapon. Giving an OK symbol, Martaues returns to the cliff side and shoots the grapple down.

Martaues: ( What's your bonuses again? )
( +60 )

Gator (GM): 60.

Martaues: ( Dat's an 81 )

Gator (GM): You just make it as a rock breaks under your foot!

Fred Actaeon breaths a sigh of relief.

Martaues: ( Anything to roll? )

Gator (GM): At this point, nope.

Match: (Ya got it by the skin of your teeth.

Gator (GM): According to maps, the cottage is NW.

Martaues breathes a sigh of relief as Fred thankfully manages to grab on to the rope. Once he's up, Martaues reloads the grapple and readies his weapon.

Martaues: ( We monster hunting now. )
( If we can shoot the thing if it's inside the caves, then baddabing. Problem though: if that thing is that loud outside during a damn snow storm, imagine how loud it is in a contained, echo heavy location? )

Match: (Yeah, or about how the cave could lead us nowhere and it all dark and scary.)

Gator (GM): (Also that you were told about the cave by an audible halucination, so there's that.)

Martaues: ( I may be robo on the outside, but I aint robo on the brain. Might be spooped hard. )

Match Rubs his hands together as they head to the cabin "COLD ISN'T IT?)

Fred Actaeon: "WHAT?"
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Martaues: ( I'm actually getting confused on what I can and can't hear. )

Match: You cant hear anything
none of us can

Martaues points to the entrance of the cave and gives an OK symbol, then points up the cliff face and gives an OK symbol, and watches Match and Fred for their responses.

Match: (We climbed the cliff though?)

Martaues: ( I thought you were pointing up the cliff to a cave )
( Or are we at the top where the cabin is? )

Gator (GM): ( You at top where cabin is. Cave is back down the ditch. )

Martaues: ( Oh, that's good then. Disregard my snow blindness. )

Martaues waves towards himself, weapon ready, and approaches the cabin.

Fred Actaeon holds the colt. He hadn't used one since basic training. (I'm assuming that's why all Eo citizens know how to use one)

Match Looks around and takes off the wax ridden ear-scarf.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(44)+15= 59

Fred Actaeon: (roll for what?

Gator (GM): brb

Match: (looking around.)
"Should be safe from the thing here."

Martaues follow suit after Match, removing his own muffs. At a whisper as to avoid those inside hearing, Martaues asks "... Anyone else hear ourselves talking? Even yourself if you weren't saying a word?"

Match: "Martaues did you take some of my pills? And yes."

Martaues: "No. Pretty sure I didn't... I aint made for these supernatural type crap."

you approach, THE CABIN.

Gator (GM): Now is hitting hard up here. It's about a foot thick.

Martaues: ( What did Match with his rat eyes see? )

Match: "I hope these demons aren't Immune to FIRE."

Martaues: "Spot hostiles? And I hope so too, man."

Match: (nothing, didn't even break 60.)

Gator (GM): Besides an impressive deck the cabin is small, you see two snowmobiles parked out front.

Martaues: ( Mind if I make my own perception roll before approaching the snowmobiles? )
( I want to make sure they're disabled completely until we're ready to leave. They can be useful, but we should make sure others don't use it to flee. )

Match sees figures shuffling about through a cabin window.

Match: "I see people inside."
"In that nice toasty WARM BURNING cabin."

Gator (GM): Match, martaues!

Martaues: "Hey heyheyhey hey, hey... hey... No burning the cabin while our POI is inside."

Gator (GM): You hear a slight whine and the figures duck away from the window.

Fred Actaeon never took off my earmuffs

Martaues: "Shit, we might've been spotted already. No point hanging around, let's get goin'."
( What entrances are available? )

Match: (Is there an woodcutting ax nearby?

Gator (GM): There is one door and one window on this side of the cabin.
There is no axe, of this you are positive.

Martaues: ( The fiery rat has no ax of his own? )

Gator (GM): (That would be counter intuitive)

Martaues: ( Anyway, approaching the snow mobiles. Then we can move to the backside and breach through there, since they're all huddled near that window we saw. )

Gator (GM): Just then!

Martaues: ( O fuck )

Match: (I got an ice hatchet for rock climbing.)

Gator (GM): A fist breaks the window open!
What actions will you take?

Martaues: ( What cover is nearby? )

Gator (GM): (There are trees.

Match runs to the snowmobile for cover

Martaues jumps slightly from the sudden breaking of glass and heads for cover behind the tree! He spots Fred and notices him continuing to wear the muffs, and quickly and rapidly points his hand to the tree opposite of him.

Fred Actaeon takes off the ear muffs and follows his directions

Martaues: ( That'll work too, I suppose. )
( Initiative or are there more actions that can be taken? )

Gator (GM): Nope!
Inti your wishi.

Martaues: rolling 1d100+30+25
(40)+30+25= 95

Fred Actaeon: rolling d100+30+10
(14)+30+10= 54

Gator (GM): I guess the higher your bonus the lower you roll today!
Life is unfair, hahaha.
Fry guy!

Martaues: ( Hey Fry man )

Fred Actaeon: (what am I looking at?)

Match Using the ice pick/hatchet rushes the man and starts swinging it at him.

Martaues: ( Wait, should've been Yo, Fryman. Oh well. )
( Jesus )
( Some dood has taken cover behind the wall, and is most likely going to take shots through the window. )

Match: (How much would an ice climbing pick do)

Gator (GM): Well he is behind cover here.
2d10 let's say.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 45
(21)+45= 66

Martaues: "Oh fuck, Match!" Martaues shouts, seeing the crazed rat rush the window with his ice pick ready.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 45
(15)+45= 60

Gator (GM): -40 for cover.
He will block.
rolling 1d100+35
(53)+35= 88
Roll damage.

Match: rolling 2d10 + 40
(6+7)+40= 53
rolling 2d10 + 40
(3+3)+40= 46

Gator (GM): Roll to hit again.

Martaues: ( Fuckin hell, is that arm still there anymore? )

Gator (GM): Yep. You swing and reveal that he is the ugliest mound of something you've ever seen.
Also, he was covered in some sort of spikes.

Match: end turn.

Gator (GM): Martaeus!

Martaues follows Match's aggressive approach and decides to storm the door!

Martaues: ( How many actions would it take for a 7 agility robo legs to get to the door? )
( At minimum, I count 11 spaces. )
( Gator? )

Gator (GM): Sorry, jukebox.
Two actions.

Martaues: ( And would opening the door take an action? )

Gator (GM): Yes, if you wanted to do it the save way.

Martaues: ( Hm. I'll end turn with my one action then, stick in cover beside the door and keep the it closed. )
( Or... )
( Roll to use inspire to give my last action to Match to use? )
( Can either use it to keep on hacking or make a retreat if needed. )

Gator (GM): ( Up to you!)

Martaues: ( Match man? )
( You good with me giving ya one? Or is that not how inspire works, regardless of meta-strategizing with using inspire? )

Match: (Sure, gib me power to lop his arm off.

Martaues: rolling 1d100+25
(37)+25= 62

Martaues shouts at Match, "Either keep doin' what yer doin', or get the fuck away!"

Match Is too into the hacking of the meat to pay any attection to Martaues.

Match: rolling d100 + 40
(11)+40= 51

Gator (GM): Minus cover.

Match: Miss.

Martaues: ( I guess that's how that works. End turn. )

Gator (GM): Martaues!

Martaues: ( Yee )

Gator (GM): Bullets fly through the wall and cabin door!
rolling 1d100-40
(2)-40= -38

Martaues: "Aw fuck!" Martaues shouts

Gator (GM): You duck down and they don't hit you!

Martaues: ... Martaues quickly calms down as the bullets miss him by a country mile.
( XRAY FLANKING ME )

Gator (GM): The bear steps through the window!
He then swats away Match's flamethrower!
rolling 1d100+40
(34)+40= 74

Martaues: ( "Well hiya neighbor, we were just wanting to check in and see if you could lend us some butter." )

Match: "YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Martaues: ( Hohoho shit )

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+60
(14)+60= 74
For a bit.
He then picks up match and throws him at Marta!

Martaues: ( Well hey, good news for you Fred. He's out of cover. )

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+40
(83)+40= 123

Martaues: ( Aaaand I have no action to dodge or catch him )

Gator (GM): Well, let's roll it see if he hits.
rolling 1d100+60
(48)+60= 108

Martaues: ( Pretty sure it did )

Gator (GM): What size are you match?
rolling 2d10+60
(8+1)+60= 69

Match: Medium.

Gator (GM): Eh, either way. 69'r to both of you.

Martaues: "Oh shi-" Martaues tries to shout, getting cut off as Match makes impact.
( Good thing I got armor on. )

Gator (GM): A pair of not-giant, not-ugly ursine uplifts come out holding a handsome asian man at gunpoint.
Uzi gunpoint.

Martaues: ( That's slightly more intimidating then. )

Gator (GM): I should point it out. You and match are prone, unless you have some skills for that.
FRED!
HELP!

Fred Actaeon: (I'm not sure what to do. If I give Match the flamethrower, they will just shoot the hostage.)

Martaues: ( I honestly agree with you there. )

Fred Actaeon: (Do they know I'm hiding?)

Gator (GM): (Probably not.)
Do something cool! Do a flip!

Fred Actaeon: I try to sneak over to where the flame thrower is.

Gator (GM): Try talking it out like a respectable person!

Fred Actaeon: (that was actually my first thought)

Fred Actaeon gets out of hiding and drops the gun. He puts his hands in the air. "Don't shoot. See? I'm unnarmed. I'm sure we can talk about this."

Gator (GM): The bears start shouting.
...In mandrin.

Fred Actaeon: "....crap"

Gator (GM): The man starts, "You don't speak mandrin?"

Fred Actaeon: "No. We were sent to come get you."

Gator (GM): The bears point their uzis around and shout more.

Howei: They say if you keep attacking they will kill me.

Fred Actaeon: "I will not attack. Mart? Match?"

Martaues grumbles incoherently before speaking. "Fine."

Gator (GM): Battle paused!

Match: "FIRE I mean FINE!"

Fred Actaeon: "See? Now tell them we stopped"

Martaues: "... Hey, if they don't speak what we speak, then you should know this: the bridge is out. The only way out is down."

Gator (GM): The man tells them.
They are upset and shout more.

Martaues: ( Wait, he told them about the bridge? )
( Shit, was meant to be just for him to know. )

Match: "So WHAT NOW!?!"

Martaues: "... What the hell did they say?"
( Well this sucks )

Fred Actaeon: (Gator?)

Gator (GM): Sorry, door.
With this new information what do you want to ask them to do?

Martaues: ( So they all know about the busted bridge then? )

Gator (GM): Well, yeah, now.
The bears shout at the man.
The man says, "They want to know if you are IPF."

Fred Actaeon: "No."

Martaues: ( IPF? )

Gator (GM): (Match knows.)

Martaues: ( Interplanetary Police Force? )

Gator (GM): You say no, he says no, they shout more.

Match: (whats ipf again?)

Gator (GM): (International police force.)

Match: "No."
"In fact I'm not on the BEST TERMS with them."

Gator (GM): Man tells them that, "They say they don't care."

Match, marta, do you take this chance to get off your butts?

Match: Yeah.

Martaues: ( Well if Match is, might as well. )

Match gets up and swipes the snow off of himself.

Martaues: "OK, OK... Right, what're you even being held up by these guys for?" Martaues grumbles as he sits up.
"Money?"
( Might as well see if a deal can be struck )

Gator (GM): The man says, "political reasons. I'm one of the Kei'Lunn royals. They want to hold me so that--" The bears cut them off.
The bears shout more, the man says, "They want to see the bridge."
Just then!

Martaues: "Aw fuck... Of course this job keeps getting worse and worse..."
( Well that just sucks too )
( The banshee transformed into a helicopter )

Fred Actaeon: COVER YOUR EARS!

Gator (GM): You hear a helicopter! A man blares over a megaphon!
"IPF! Surrender immediately!"

Fred Actaeon: "I swear they are not with us!"

Martaues: ( Hm. Do both of the bears have a gun to the guy? )

Gator (GM): The kidnappers are distracted!
Just one, but the other has an uzi as well.

Match: "GOD DAMN IT!"
(Should we tackle them?)

Martaues: ( Yeah. )
( Well, I can tase one. )

Gator (GM): Surprise attack, go!

Martaues: ( Maybe. )

Gator (GM): Fred, will you take an action?

Martaues: ( Rolling to tackle the bear closest to the man. )
rolling 1d100+35
(98)+35= 133

Match: (taze the one not holding the guy hostage.)

Martaues: ( Ayyyyyyyyy boi )

Gator (GM): That's a success.

Martaues: ( Thought we were both tackling them )
( And Fred can taze the big bear, if he can. )

Match: rolling d100 + 45
(95)+45= 140

Gator (GM): That's a hit.

Fred Actaeon: So what the roll?

Martaues: ( Medium size is a 2d10 )
( *? )

Gator (GM): Right.

Martaues: rolling 2d10+35
(
4+7)+35= 46

Match: rolling 2d10 + 40
(5+10)+40= 55

Gator (GM): You tackle and he falls flat, you knocked the wind out of him.

Fred Actaeon: I tackle ans tase the remaining bear.
Roll?

Gator (GM): That.

Martaues: ( Oh right, am I able to taze my bear as well? )

Gator (GM): Okay, I thought match was doing that.
melee roll.
Sure, sure.

Martaues: rolling 1d100
(44)= 44
( It a gun tazer tho, but oh well )

Gator (GM): Fred!

Martaues: ( Suit taser )

Gator (GM): You ran right in the direction the bear was facing and he parries you!
Roll to hit.
brb
Back!
Fred!

Fred Actaeon: Melee roll is...?

Gator (GM): standard melee roll 1d100 + agi.
Same with tapping someone with taser.

Martaues: ( Going to dinner; going to be a bit slower. )

Fred Actaeon: rolling d100+40
(76)+40= 116

Gator (GM): No pressure, but if you fail eveyrone could die.
rolling 1d100+40
(54)+40= 94

Martaues: ( Might just be him though. )
( I'll be OK )

Gator (GM): Oh sure you will.
Anyway.
Good/bad.
Good, you hit him with a tackle!
Bad he is covered in spines.
So roll 2d10+ str for tackle damage.

Fred Actaeon: rolling 2d10+25
(9+7)+25= 41

Gator (GM): So take
rolling 1d10 quills
(5)= 5
For /r 1d10
rolling 1d10
(9)= 9

Fred Actaeon: r/ 1d10
rolling 1d10
(1)= 1

Gator (GM): You take 45 damage from a barage of quills in your chest.
Be bear staggers and falls, he is out for 1 turn.
(Or is it minutes with tasers?)

Fred Actaeon: It doesn't say.

Gator (GM): He is down for like 3 seconds.
JUST
THEN
That whining you have been hearing?
Ramps up to 11.
The heli?

Fred Actaeon put on ear muffs and ignores

Gator (GM): Suffers some malfunction and smoke billows out of it.
If flies off and you think you hear it crash!
Fred muffed up!
Mart! Match!
rolling 1d10
(10)= 10
10 head damage!

Gator (GM): rolling 3d10 mental health damage!
(
9+7+5)= 21

Fred Actaeon: (Gaven? Axl?)

Match: "MUST BURN EVERYTHING!"

Gator (GM): ( They've gone into shock at the thought of seeing the banshee again.)

Axl Greez: This wifi sucks
( Oh wait god no )

Gator (GM): Sorry, I'll kill the juke if that helps bandwith.

Match makes a mad dash to Burney!

Axl Greez: ( Banshee came while I was out )

Gator (GM): She was literally ghosting you guys waiting for the right moment.

Axl Greez: What an asshole

Gator (GM): Well, yeah.

Martaues: Match still on his turn?

Gator (GM): I wanted to try guerilla tactics on a party for once.

Martaues: Also, he's now past his negative limit

Gator (GM): Indeed. Match, your mind is afire.
You scratch away at your flesh to stop the torture!
rolling 1d10
(5)= 5
Take 5 damage.
Ah, I was thinking about that.
Think we should have combat paralysis when that happens?

Martaues: ( Ruh roh )
( Now we all look like banshees )

Gator (GM): Match!

Martaues: ( Maybe. Or it could be an affliction on a table that could be rolled )

Gator (GM): You have combat paralysis.
You cannot move unless you are rallied!

Fred Actaeon: Meaning...

Martaues: ( Without an inspire and us giving him a turn, he's actionless )

Gator (GM): Meaning he can't tell up from down, his mouth is foaming, he's gone tommy.

Fred Actaeon: "Earmuffs!" COver the hostages ears as well!

Gator (GM): Rally is an action where you give another character an action.

Match: Autistic Screeching

Gator (GM): It's 1d100 + mind. Beat 60

Fred Actaeon: (I'm autistic)

Martaues: "FUCK THE HOSTAGES! HUMAN-GUY, COVER YOUR EARS AND GET INSIDE! NOW!" Martaues screams as he scrambles for his muffs.
( So's my sister. Is a joek )

Match: (welcome to the club then.)

Gator (GM): (Eh, isn't everyone alittle? I mean, I made an entire RPG about space furries. That's not a good sign.)

Martaues: ( Possibly myself too considering I nearly got expelled 3 times. Used it as a scapegoat to avoid expulsion too )

Gator (GM): He was already holding his ears. He follows your instructions.

Martaues: ( Guessing putting the muffs on takes an action? )

Gator (GM): Well, it's very important so I guess so.
2(3) actions left.

Martaues: ( Sorry, back )

Gator (GM): Snow prob.

Martaues: ( Shooting the coast. If I declare Mart to be protestant, does that give a holy buff to his bullets? )
rolling 1d100
(96)= 96

Gator (GM): (Apparently, yes.)
(Oh, ghost.)

Martaues: ( Praise human Jesus )

Gator (GM): (Right.)

Martaues: ( The space ghost coast to coast )

Gator (GM): She was behind cover even.
Roll damage.
Hate to say but I'm not playing kid gloves today. Everyone armored, everyone takes cover... Until the don't.

Martaues: rolling 8d10+80
(10+4+5+1+1+6+10+3)+80= 120
( Stack rifle receivers baybee )

Gator (GM): Or right.

Martaues: ( Or I'm retarded and forgot again! )
Gator (GM): rolling 2d10
(10+3)= 13
Yep. She is taken out.
Last action?

Martaues screams incoherently as he fires at the ghost, unable to hear himself and the gunfire.

Martaues: ( I don't trust undead being dead; do I still have line of sight? )

Gator (GM): Technically magnetic weapons should sound like a thwip, assuming they break sound barrier in the barrel.

Martaues: ( Was going to shoot the ghost corpse )

Gator (GM): (Not from here, the thing fell into the snow. You do see her impact crater
Sure!

Martaues: ( Wish I had a grenade then )
( Oh okay )
rolling 1d100
(19)= 19
( I missed )

Gator (GM): You hit the snow!
Bears turn!

Martaues: ( End turn then )

Gator (GM): They are out!
Except.
Big guy

Martaues: ( Ooh yeah )

Gator (GM): (Fred is premptively running away.
He gets up and roars. He runs back in the cabin!
(Fred! Muffled sounds)

Martaues stops screaming to see the bear run into the cabin. Throwing the muffs off with a furious shout of "AW FUCK OFF, MAN!", Martaues gives chase.

Martaues: ( Oh yeah, we still in combat )
( Sorry )

Gator (GM): Match!

Fred Actaeon: I jump into the window

Gator (GM): Fred!
You leap and see the bear picking up a heavy, heavy machinegun!

Fred Actaeon: I dodge

Gator (GM): Across the room you see the PoI holding his ears!

Martaues: ( How nice of him to fight Match fist to fist than use a gun. What a gentleman )

Gator (GM): It's kind of a RoC, ain't it?

Fred Actaeon: ?

Gator (GM): End action fred? It occurs to you howei is in the line of fire!

Fred Actaeon: I tase him this time.

Martaues: ( Ooh right, should I roll initiative again? )

Gator (GM): When you take off the muffs, sure.

Martaues: ( Or we good? Because it looks like after Fred it's Match, me, then bear )
( Ok )

Gator (GM): When you can't hear you realize you have tunnel vision. It's terrible in combat.
Match!
You are not rallied!
take
rolling 1d10 damage from the scratching.
(2)= 2
Fred!

Fred Actaeon: Muff off.

Martaues: ( Did Fred tase the bear? )

Gator (GM): You wanted to tas him, were you going to do that now or later?

Fred Actaeon: NOW!

Gator (GM): He is going to parry that.
rolling 1d100+40
(97)+40= 137

Martaues: ( Well... At least he's down an action )

Fred Actaeon: rolling d100+40
(39)+40= 79

Gator (GM): (He's also in the negative as well from the banshee. So he is probably fully nuts.)
He parried.

Martaues: ( Considering how he might've been before with those bio augments, the screaming is probably a drop in the bucket )

Gator (GM): (Well, you a cyborg, figured throw a augger at you.)
Fred!
He is going to kick you!
also,
Take
rolling 1d10
(10)= 10

Fred Actaeon: dodge?

Gator (GM): rolling 1d10
(10)= 10

Martaues: ( >Has a gun )

Gator (GM): Okay...

Martaues: ( >Tries to kick instead )

Gator (GM): Your arm?

Martaues: ( Smart boy )

Gator (GM): That was the quill roll.

Fred Actaeon: wait what?

Gator (GM): For the tasing.

Martaues: ( Damn man. He parried your tase with his quill arm and shanked you )

Gator (GM): Your weapon arm takes 100 damage.
I mean, like ten foot long quills run right through.

Martaues: ( Wait what )
( Holy shit dude )

Gator (GM): He has the quill trait.

Martaues: ( Also brb, walking into wifi dead zone )

Gator (GM): Have fun!

Fred Actaeon: Wait I don't know what arm damage emans. diffierent form main damage? ARGH!

Gator (GM): No, it's just your hp for your arm.
Your arm hp is the same as your main hp but -30
The worksheet helps
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1NAfBXmH6M_ggwtUrpLkVnjD93Qkup3RG

Fred Actaeon: I have no idea how to subtract it all.

Gator (GM): What's your main HP?

Fred Actaeon: 134

Martaues: Your max health, not current )

Gator (GM): Yeah.

Fred Actaeon: I have no idea.

Gator (GM): Well, you start with 100 hp.
And you are level 2 now.
Going on 3.
So you have 110

Fred Actaeon: and I have armor.

Martaues: ( Armor is its own health bar )
( Damage goes to armor first, then hits health when the armor is busted, unless attacked by armor piercing attacks )
( Like the head damage from the banshee )

Gator (GM): You know you can reroll your intiative in combat, right?
It's a deer trait.
So your arms and legs have 80 hp each.
Your head has 55hp.
Except the arm you tased with.

Fred Actaeon: Concealed armor 30hp

Martaues: ( Regardless, I think his arm is fucked )

Gator (GM): That is all messed up.
Right, right.
So your main hp is doing pretty good.
Anyway, he kicks you in the chest.
rolling 1d100+40
(82)+40= 122
(Gee, I'm sorry, I really flubbed up on explaining the system, huh? )

Fred Actaeon: Can I counter that somehow?

Gator (GM): Sure,
Roll a melee to parry.

Fred Actaeon: rolling d100+40
(76)+40= 116

Gator (GM): If you look at the second page of the sheet it explains some basic rolls.
Ah geez.
You a being a tough guy today.
rolling 1d100+60
(34)+60= 94
This brings us to another point.
When armor is destroyed it absorbs the full attack.

Gator (GM): Doesn't matter that this attack toasted it afew times over, it prevents damage from going over to you.
anyway.
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1NAfBXmH6M_ggwtUrpLkVnjD93Qkup3RG
His final attack will be to spray.

Fred Actaeon: Dode dodge dodge dodge
ANyway.
Everyone out in the field

Martaues: ( Das me )

Gator (GM): He literally holds down the trigger to hit everything.

Martaues: ( Oh. )

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+900
(94)+900= 994

Martaues: ( Fucking hell )
( Well, hostage is fucked )

Gator (GM): rolling 6d10+60
(9+5+8+8+3+10)+60= 103
Take 103

Martaues: ( I... really can't dodge that. Fuck. At least I have fucking armor, jesus. Hope Match does too if that "absorbs the entire hit if it breaks" holds true )

Gator (GM): (Maybe i should roll that back.)

Martaues: ( I don't think I need to roll to figure out that the bear is inside the house now )

Gator (GM): Also, it's' your turn!

Fred Actaeon: HELP!

Martaues: ( WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! )

Gator (GM): ( To be fair, this is a full burst with the biggest gun available in the system.)

Fred Actaeon: So did I doge it or nor?

Martaues shouts loudly as bullets embed themselves into his armor, only barely having enough to stay on! He rushes through the door to fight the bear!

Martaues: ( Hm... Rolling rally for Fred to move out of the way. )
rolling 1d100+25
(92)+25= 117
( Danke )
( Hit? )
Gator (GM): Hit.

Martaues: rolling 8d10+80
(2+1+2+8+5+4+3+6)+80= 111
( Still standing? Will use last action to spray last half of the magazine, once again bonus to aim with target being his dome. )

Gator (GM): Well, 40 hp left.
Martaues: rolling 1d100+50
(89)+50= 139

Gator (GM): Ah jeez.

Martaues: rolling 8d10+80
(1+10+5+8+5+7+3+9)+80= 128

Gator (GM): I can just see him fire 5 rounds at his head. Pauses, then fires again.

Martaues: ( Wait, what's the average magazine to a stack rifle? )

Gator (GM): With a colossal thud the creature drops!
10 shots.

Martaues: ( I got a magazine mod, says +10 bullets. So yipee for that being there. )
( Or is that what you're talking about? )
( Ah well. )

Fred Actaeon: "Mart..."

Gator (GM): Well, the basic is that no mag means no bullets.

Martaues: ( I just pretend to shoot them )

Gator (GM): I... Wrote that down but I think that actually is in a different version.
I'll amend that.

Fred Actaeon: "MART!"

Martaues lowers his weapon, his non-augmented arm shaking from the adrenaline and re-encounter with the banshee.

Martaues sees Fred shouting something. He takes off the muffs.

Fred Actaeon: "My arm is shot."

Martaues: "... What?" Martaues growls, eventually taking notice of Fred's arm.

Fred Actaeon: "Funny. I just wanted to save the hostage. Ultimitly, I think I did" Smile.

Gator (GM): Oh yeah, totally impaled. You need immediate attention for that.

Martaues: "Huff... Shit... Huff... You got a first aid kit? ... Huff... I'll try and do the best I can, but... Huff... Shit, man."

Gator (GM): Match!

Martaues: "Huff... You're taking your arm... Huff... Being hanging on a thread like a champ, civvy..."

Fred Actaeon: "Yeah, I have it. I think I'll live."

Gator (GM): The quiet sets in and your mind wrangle the wild horse that is your mind!

Martaues: ( I got a first aid skill of 1, so in the least I can have it avoid getting worse or being infected. We still got a trek to make it back, and those snowmobiles probably wont make it down the cliffs. )
"Huff... Phew... No, you probably wont. It needs to be cleaned, boy. Not 'less you want an arm like mine... Oh, right..." Martaues mumbles, turning back to the hostage. "You OK?"

Gator (GM): Welp roll for it.
1d10 Hp.
Roll 50 or higher.

Martaues: rolling 1d100+10+25
(91)+10+25= 126

Fred Actaeon: "Yeah. If it wasn't for me, the hostage would have probably been dead."

Martaues: ( +10 from skill )

Gator (GM): Right.

Martaues: "Right, right. No need to start braggin'. Though, that brother of his better damn well pay for all of this nonsense..." Martaues says, muttering the last sentence as he tries to save Fred's arm.
rolling 1d10
(10)= 10

Gator (GM): You have mended the arm enough that he won't bleed to death.
His arm is still completely damaged and must be kept in a sling until mended.

Martaues finishes dressing the arm, forcefully plucking out each incredibly long quill from his arm while disregarding whatever discomfort Fred might have. "There... You should be fi- Oh shit, where's Match?"

Gator (GM): On the upside, it's not run through with quills.

Martaues: ( Asked hostage man if he's OK. )

Gator (GM): He is shaken up but okay.
(I think Gaven is afk for abit.)

Martaues: ( Bullets fucked him up pretty hard. Hope he can make it back on foot OK, because those snowmobiles are worthless. Though, we can probably hold up in the cabin until another helicopter or police force roll in. )

Gator (GM): Alright, mission accomplished.)
(You mean the one that crashed? That police reinforcement? The one that went down?)

Fred Actaeon: Maybe you can call the guy in.

Martaues: ( They'll definitely know the copter went down and will send further teams to attack with full force. )
( But yeah, that too )
( Ah hey Match )

Match: (Sorry, Family stuff.)

Martaues: ( Understandable. )

Gator (GM): (Sorry man.)

Martaues: ( Banshee's dead and the big buff bear got whacked too. Problem though, he sprayed bullets everywhere. Everyone was hit with a 103 damage )

Gator (GM): Also, match, you are both afraid of fire and fixated on it.

Match: (great.)

Martaues: ( He still alive? )

Gator (GM): It's like having a safety tiger.
Oh yeah, he just has a 103 damage to his armor.
146, actually.

Match: (ill remove it.)

Gator (GM): Anyway, the other bears did not fair as well. It appears the big guy took them out in his gun fire.
Alright, let's wrap up session.

Martaues looks outside, seeing that Match is still where he froze up before. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Martaues mutters as he approaches the rat, stepping over the bodies of the bears.

Martaues: ( Aighty )

Gator (GM): 60 xp for everyone.
+20 to marta for saving fred.
+40 to fred for saving match and marta.
What else?

Match: +0 for having an autistic breakdown.

Gator (GM): Ah, +50 to everyone for saving Huwei.
Counts as stopping a disaster.
+10 to Match for going all out.
So, everyone is looking at a level right ther.

Martaues: ( Nah, I'm 80 down from leveling up )

Match: Yeah.

Gator (GM): It's a skill point easy from that.
Since you guys got 110 minimum.
Who do you guys think was the MVP?
Desculation action fred?
All in Match?

Match: No match

Gator (GM): Or win point Marta?

Match: Marta

Martaues: Was gonna vote for Fred.

Fred Actaeon: Marta

Gator (GM): Marta!
+10.
Okay that was a fun session.
I think I was alittle unfair though.
Somehow I came down hard on Edward's character.

Martaues: It's not fair, it's not right.
That's how it be

Gator (GM): Well, when a foreign national gets kidnapped they put some mean dudes to guard him.
Also apparently literal monsters.

Martaues: ( I'm going to take that ghost corpse and sell it, hopefully make a mint for all the bullshit it put us through )]

Gator (GM): Who mart just shoots like clay pigeons.

Fred Actaeon: So is the next session going to start exactly where we left off or will there be a time skip?

Martaues: ( It's the Protestant hidden holy buff )

Gator (GM): Oh no, we riding this pony.

Fred Actaeon: Anyway, why WAS that banchee there?

Gator (GM): That is a good question.

Martaues: ( Chinese folklore )

Gator (GM): For next time.
Really though, it was another parasiter.

Fred Actaeon: What is that?

Gator (GM): three wings and a screamer parasite.

Martaues: Spooky ghost lady in a blizzard fucks with people, at one time literally fucked a dude but not before telling him as a kid to never speak of her, then he did and he killed her despite already having kids with the dude )

Gator (GM): In the back of the book there are bioweapon implants called parasites. They can give a person powers but permanently reduced their MH.

Martaues: Then I'm ripping her parasites off and selling them. Not even gonna use them unless one of you want them for some horrible reason.

Gator (GM): Put them jars!
Sell tickets to look at them!
Still, gotta stretch and roll.
Thanks for playing today. I hope you guys had fun!