Endtown RPG Session #43

GM (GM): Everyone ready to go?

Nicolas Q.: I'll pick Sap Gloves and Hard-Armor vest as my starting items
Seeing that I already have a fire axe and 4 rifles
Sure

GM (GM): Those rifles are for sharing!

Nicolas Q.: Fine
But I'm taking the fire axe

GM (GM): Its a giant axe

Nicolas Q.: A greataxe?

Jonathan Sommer: I'm ready

Clayton R.: The WW3 axe?

Nicolas Q.: I'm taking that :P

Clayton R.: Can you lift 100 lbs?

Nicolas Q.: I have 7 Str

Clayton R.: or was it 300?

Nicolas Q.: 420

Clayton R.: link to main doc?

GM (GM): Something the mercs put together out of a scap and plumbing parts
Are you ready?

Nicolas Q.: Yep

GM (GM): https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9zUbKbVjWUBcTRWdDZqaTN1bXc

Martin Baron: Yes.

Suule: Where did we last left off?

Jonathan Sommer: Martin's pissed

Nicolas Q.: I had a shock collar on me because I ate a smaller rate

GM (GM): There is the doc. No change... outside of sustanence to be rewritten.

Nicolas Q.: (I'm a 6-7 ft tall rat)

Martin Baron: Talking about the bomb in the lasagna.

Nicolas Q.: rat*

Cas Hutson: The group tried to handle the situation with the 6-7 ft rat, while I was inside the transporter
Or was, unless I got out I think.

Jonathan Sommer: And apparently something in the distance
that Rato saw

Nicolas Q.: But it was nothing after all

We join our heroes again in the middle of nowhere as they stand at the precipace of beating the snot out of eachother.

It seems like the are in the middle, and in any direction they have a mission waiting for them. Particular a supposed attack on Endtown and their ever-looming mission from Flask.

Nicolas Q.: (Are they inside hershel or out?)

Martin Baron finishes telling DJ and Clayton about the bomb run to Endtown in 3 days, demanding Cas to reveal any other information he's found.

Also, people approach from the East!

Clayton R. harrumphs, setting back to Hershel. "can we intercept this bomb or what?"

Jonathan Sommer looks up at the horizon. He squints as he notices people from the east.

RatDoto fiddles with his shock collar

Claudius Silvanus: Bomb? I mean I heard of Endtown from the folks in Deep City but isn't Endtown secure enough for none of that to happen?

Jonathan Sommer: "Easy there, pal, before you shock yourself into roadkill."

RatDoto: "Are you going to press the button?"

Jonathan Sommer: "If you do something stupid, yeah."

GM (GM): Call it a 'unit test'
gzaapp

RatDoto yelps

GM (GM): The figures are visible now! It appears to be a gaggle of reptilians, they are armed with crossbows and garbed in tribal clothing?

Clayton R. calls back to the others, "Getin the transporter now. We have a bomb to intercept."

RatDoto conveniently finds himself equipped with Sap Gloves and a Hard-Armor Vest

Clayton R.: "I'm not gonna deal with these guys, let's go."

RatDoto finds this rather ludicrous

RatDoto: "Uhh"

Cas Hutson fiddled about for a moment upon Martin's demand, having what was a bundle of letters that are together with a string. "Only other thing I found besides that note was these letters," Cas replied. "Haven't read them yet, but I'm guessing they're from the bird too." He tossed the bundle of letters over to Martin, expecting him to catch it.

RatDoto: "Did you make this equipment appear with the shock collar?"

Jonathan Sommer grabs Doto by the collar.

Jonathan Sommer: "Com'on, lets go."

RatDoto: "Hurk!"

Jonathan Sommer drags Doto with him into the transporter.

Proceed to Endtown?

Martin Baron is already in the transport, catching Cas' collected letters and reading them one by one.

Claudius Silvanus headshakes at Johnatan "George, meet Lennie. Lennie meet George"

RatDoto complains to Jonathan

RatDoto: "You know you could've asked nicely"

Cas Hutson: (Yeah sure, to Endtown!)

Martin Baron: ( Yeah. )

Clayton R.: (( let's go, screw these guys ))

Jonathan Sommer: "Could've, would've, should've."
((Lets go))

Nicolas Q.: Is that a reference to George cappin Lenny?
From Mice and Men?

Claudius Silvanus: (( Of course ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'm gonna tell you about the rabbits, Doto))

Nicolas Q.: .....
Are you an IB student...

Jonathan Sommer: "Well, this looks mighty familiar."

RatDoto rubs his neck

Claudius Silvanus: (( I'm just well read ))

Jonathan Sommer pops his head out of the transporter.

Jonathan Sommer: "Hey hey, Harold!"
((Here we are))

Martin Baron: ( Hey Kazen )

Clayton R.: (( wait, the bomb is in Endtown? ))

Cas Hutson: ((Hey Walker!))

GM (GM): Kazen!

M. Walker: Heyo

Clayton R.: (( Hey Mana ))

Nicolas Q.: Hi Walker

Claudius Silvanus: (( Hi Kazen!)

RatDoto looks outside the transporter

M. Walker: ((Mostly dropping in to see what's going, also drawing on the side))

RatDoto: "So this is Endtown"

GM (GM): ((Sure, that's good))

Endtown! A wonderous subterrainian subburb!

GM (GM): Endtown! Featuring water, food, and shitters abundant!

Jonathan Sommer: "Holy hell, how big is this place!"

Martin Baron: ( I'm shocked the ratsec let us pass. )

RatDoto: (You do have a rat on board)

Cas Hutson: (Yeah)
(Thought the ratsec would give a hard time on us)

GM (GM): ( You guys have been in and out so often that they have streamlined it for you and any hangers on. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((We speedwalk our way in))

GM (GM): However, Rato, cas, and claud are issued 'vistor' passes for now.

Cas Hutson: (Oh hey, cool)

Jonathan Sommer: ((So I'm not on the record?))

RatDoto: (Yay)

Jonathan Sommer: ((Cool))

Martin Baron considers delivering the letters and bomb run note to security, until he recalls what happened last he met with them and their chief. He instead considers to find Mallard and hope he's still not pissed off.

RatDoto asks the group

Clayton R. puts his hands to his hips, "So, Iwas under the impression that we were intercepting a vehicle... You mean to tell me that it's already here?"

RatDoto: "Where can I go to get patched up?"

Clayton R.: "hospital"

Clayton R. points to the north west

GM (GM): Well, that's the bit, you didn't find anyone on your way here. You can patrol topside or see if Endtown's security cams can spot anything.

Martin Baron: "We don't know where the vehicle is nor the red bird Cas found the bomb note with. Our best chance is to inform security here now and catching them before they make it past security."

RatDoto: "So you're letting a man you think is crazy to freely walk around?"

Clayton R. shrugs. "I'm not. I have a bomb to worry about."

Martin Baron: "If you did something that warrants our worry, you'd be dead before we'd even get to you."

Claudius Silvanus looks around in wonder "This looks way better than Deep City..."

Clayton R. turns to Cas, "Hey, you think you could sniff out any major component so a bomb that might be down here?"

RatDoto shrugs, "I guess in that case I'll just walk myself to the hospital"

RatDoto walks northwest

GM (GM): You amble down the hospital where you are promptly stiched up. (150hp)

Jonathan Sommer: "I'm guessing you guys won't be needing me?"

Clayton R.: "We could use anyone about now. This is urgent"

RatDoto walks out of hospital surprised at the efficiency "That was fast"

Cas Hutson eyes over at Clayton, a small huff before responding, "Eh, sure. Gimme a moment."

Jonathan Sommer: "Well, give me some details. I haven't even seen those papers."

Clayton R. boots up his helmet's hud to see if he can pick up any suspicious materials.

RatDoto promptly suffers a migraine. "Ughhhh"

Claudius Silvanus hmss "I would hide the bomb in some sort of a sewer if I was doing it..."

GM (GM): Cas! you might need afew bomb components as a sample to track!

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+40
(3)+40= 43

RatDoto looks around with a new look in his eyes

RatDoto "Where am I?"

Martin Baron: "It's not like there's one central sewer hub where they'd definitely be hanging out. It could be anywhere here."

Claudius Silvanus shakes his head "...Darn... Supposely you don't have anyone that knows a whole lot of explosives on you now?"

RatDoto inspects himself

Clayton R.: "You mean like the 2 times someone had a bomb in the same location of the sewers?"

Martin Baron: ( Nah man, one was under a hospital and one was a bit further away from that. )

GM (GM): Clayton! You scan! This place is a mess of heat signatures, chemical traces, and everything else! But there are no noteworthy rad spikes or regis... Wait
You do detect chemical signatures similar to C4 over at George's guns and bow

RatDoto "Why do I have a GreatAxe?", finds a great axe made of scrap in his hands and starts twirling it around, surprised at how easy it is to wield it.

RatDoto searches for the nearest person insight.

Jonathan Sommer eyes Doto suspiciously before walking down the street towards a friendly looking bear-person.

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(23)+25= 48

Jonathan Sommer: ((Welp))

GM (GM): Doto and Sommer! You see a bear man in a fishing hat. His leg is in a cast.

RatDoto asks bear

RatDoto: "Excuse me sir?"

Clayton R. squints at his readings, but it was worth checking out at least. "Guys, I'm picking up plastic explosives at George's guns and bows"

GM (GM): Proceed?

Nicolas Q.: Is my avatar the Beaver?

Cas Hutson: (Yeah sure)

Martin Baron nods, stuffing the letters and note into his pocket to follow Clayton.

Jonathan Sommer: ((You're the monster looking thing))

Clayton R.: lets go

GM (GM): RatSom! The bear replies with a, "Yea?"

RatDoto: "Would you kindly tell me where I currently am? I appear to be lost as I remember being at a ruin"

Bear: Hey, you were just in the hospital. Well, you're in Endtown. I'd like to think it's a improvement over a ruin.

Jonathan Sommer puts on a smile and places a hand on Doto's shoulder.

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

Jonathan Sommer: "Don't mind my friend here, sun radiation getting to his head."

RatDoto looks at the strange person

Jonathan Sommer: "I want to ask some questions, myself..."

RatDoto: "Who are you?"

GM (GM): Sommer, you put your hand on Doto's patched up shoulder

Bear: It's what I'm here for... What the!

RatDoto winches in pain

Cas Hutson: (I'll be right back, gotta do something)

Walt spotted Clayton in the distance with his helmet on!

GM (GM): (( kk))

Clayton R.: (( this helmet, always an asset ))

Nicolas Q.: winces*

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'm guessing that's not good))

he let's out a beastial roar and begins hopping down the street with this crutches held over his head

Martin Baron: ( Seriously, paint the thing pink or something. )

Jonathan Sommer: "Uh..."

Clayton R.: (( fugg but also, lol ))

Nicolas Q.: Who's roaring?

Jonathan Sommer: ((The bear))

Clayton R.: (( can I roll to spot him before he mangles me? ))

Bear: C'mon you two! We ain't falling! not now not ever!

Martin Baron: ( That's some good bear sight. )

Clayton R.: (( bears sure are fast ))

Jonathan Sommer looks at Doto before following the bear.

GM (GM): The bear seems to imply that he wants Sommer and Dtot to follow
((He saves his energy for these occasions

RatDoto looks at the bear

Clayton R.: (( again, can i roll to spot him before I'm in killing range? ))

RatDoto thinks I guess that will lead me somewhere

GM (GM): Kind of hard to miss
You notice him as he yells!

RatDoto cautiously follows the bear and the beaver

Jonathan Sommer: ((Raccoon))

Nicolas Q.: Racoon*

GM (GM): Anyone else moving in on this curffufle?

Martin Baron: ( I'm with Clayton going to the gun store. )

Jonathan Sommer looks over at Clayton, then the bear, then at Clayton again.

Jonathan Sommer: "Know each other?"

Clayton R. jumps over the sound of the bestial roar, only spotting the bear moments after as it comes barreling around a corner. Clayton holds up his hands in in some mock surrender. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Cas Hutson: (Okay, I'm back)

GM (GM): Still have the helmet on?

Clayton R.: (( yeah, but I'm not armed right now. clay is used to wearing it at this point. ))

Claudius Silvanus looks at Clay and pulls the helmet off of his head

Claudius Silvanus: I think he hates this

GM (GM): Cas, as you were are also on the bomb search you followed clayton on the lead.

RatDoto catches up to the racoon and the bear only to find the strange group of people he met in the ruins

Clayton R. glares back at Claud as the helmet is ripped off, "Hey, give that back you prick."

RatDoto silently watches their antics

Walt, upon seeing your helmet removed, loses his mayoral rage and also his balance. He tumbles over and over in the street until he is lying flat on this back.

Martin Baron: "Oh for... You know, I'm surprised you're not shot dead in the streets for wearing that Clayton."

Claudius Silvanus looks at Clay "Make this a habit - pull it off when you're done. This is another time someone wants to kill us over this and know why."

Jonathan Sommer: "You alright?"

Claudius Silvanus tosses Clay the helmet and rushes to help Walt up

Walt: ...don't help me up. I think I broke something new.

RatDoto finally notices the shock collar hidden under his clothes and vest

RatDoto (Why do I have a shock collar?)

RatDoto looks at Walt and helps him up

RatDoto: "You okay sir?"

Walt screams in pain as you try to help him up. "What did I just say?!" he shouts

Clayton R. is fuming for a short time until the helmet is tossed back, "Fine, whatever... it's not like I just used it to our benefit."

RatDoto checks the bear for injuries using his vague memories of being a doctor

Nicolas Q.: What kind of roll do I do?

Cas Hutson shook his head over the current situation involving the bear. He didn't have time on something silly like this. He went on ahead and enter into GGB.

Jonathan Sommer scratches his chin at this ongoing mess. He turns towards the store and examines the insides.

GM (GM): What's your skill level?

RatDoto: Currently a rank 1 surgeon I guess :P

Claudius Silvanus: Well yes, thank you for that, Darkman. I'm just saying... you're gonna get killed because of it one day."

GM (GM): Okay this is a good lesson

Clayton R. clasps his hands together, "Fine... let's just follow our lead. you ready?" He doesn't pay much attention to the bear now that he's now being threatened anymore.

GM (GM): Skills are 1d100+stat bonus+skill level
For surgery it's agility bonus+skill level.
Surgery: Agility. Use: The cool nerves and steady hand to perform invasive surgery on patients. Surgery level skill requires a lot of learning but also legendary hand eye coordination. Besides the regular brain and heart your skills come in very handy working on cyborgs

Nicolas Q.: So about 1d100+25+30?

GM (GM): Yep
Beat 60

Nicolas Q.: rolling 1d100 + 55
(14)+55= 69

GM (GM): Your diagnosis: He's twisted his ankle

RatDoto looks at the bear's ankle

GM (GM): Since his other foot is in a cast, probably best to get him some wheels.

RatDoto: "Seems you twisted your ankle on your good leg"
"Would you require assistance to the hospital?"

Nicolas Q.: How heavy is the bear?

GM (GM): About ~500

Claudius Silvanus looks at the bear "You okay there, sir? You looked quite upset"

Nicolas Q.: Can't lift QAQ

RatDoto looks at the rabbit

Cas Hutson: (You could if you got someone else to help you out on carrying the bear maybe.)

Bear: call an ambulance please...

RatDoto: "This gentlemen needs to get to the hospital, he twisted his ankle"
"Would you care to assist me in escorting him ?"

Jonathan Sommer turns to Doto. "You heard the man. Call 'em docs up."

Clayton R.: "Just call an ambulance like he asked."

RatDoto stares blankly at Clayton

RatDoto: "Ambulances..."

GM (GM): George greets Cas as he enters the door.

RatDoto shakes his head rapidly

Clayton R. shrugs back at ratdoto and heads inside of george's

RatDoto mumbles to self

RatDoto: "Of course they have ambulances"

Jonathan Sommer sighs.

Martin Baron notices RatDoto's gaze to him and glares back, walking to the gunstore and opening the door to yell at George, "Get on the phone and call an ambulance here, Walt's down right in front of your store."

RatDoto stays with the bear until the paramedics arrive

GM (GM): George springs into action! He dials and talks heroically.

Walt: So... You have a topsider helmet?

Clayton R.: (( I went inside the store. ))

Jonathan Sommer whistles to Claude and tosses him the shock switch.

Claudius Silvanus nods "A souvenier I take... a useful one. It has all kinds of sensors. And please don't touch the exposed wires. This whole armour is made to whistand shocks up to 9000V 50A"

GM (GM): (( Apparently Walt asked that to thin air then.

RatDoto listens to the conversation and thinks about the information "topsiders?"

Clayton R. searches around the store while george is busy

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(55)+30= 85

Walt: So... What do you two do then?

Jonathan Sommer: "I do tricks for children's birthday parties."

RatDoto: "I vaguely recall being a surgeon"

GM (GM): Clayton. You find a plethura of guns, bows, and other things. Although you do notice that there are some displays that look like they were cut out to display hand grenades or bombs, but they are empty.

Clayton R.: (( how populates is the store? ))

Walt: That seems strangely related...

Clayton R.: *populated

Jonathan Sommer smirks. "More than you think!"

GM (GM): It appears that there is Cas and George in the store.

RatDoto appears confused

Jonathan Sommer: "Anyway, I've gotta go do something, Mr. ..."

Clayton R.: (( alright can I hunker down behind an aisle to get a view with my Topsider Helmet? ))

RatDoto sits down next to the bear and attempts to clear out head

Cas Hutson: (Gotta be right back again. Sorry.. It'll be quick)

GM (GM): NP

Martin Baron stays outside of the store, resting against the front door as a way to prevent any civilians from walking inside in case things get hairy.

Bear: Walt, Mayor Walt if you could believe that.

Martin Baron: ( brb 2 minutes )

Jonathan Sommer: "Mr. Walt. Have a sunny day."

RatDoto looks at the Bear named Walt, while appearing troubled.

Jonathan Sommer pats Doto on the shoulder and eyes him sternly. "Stay out of trouble, yeah?"

RatDoto: "Well, hello Walt. I'm...."

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+40
(27)+40= 67

RatDoto quickly turns to the Racoon and thinks "Trouble?"

GM (GM): Clayton, I appears that there are bomb components under the desk by george

Claudius Silvanus pats the bear on the shoulder as he supports him "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Walt... I'm Claudius, from Deep City. Can't say I that our mayor is as friendly as you"

Jonathan Sommer nods and walks away without a word.

RatDoto looks back at Walt and extends hand for a handshake.

Martin Baron: ( Back. )

Clayton R.: (( alright, I'll remove the helmet then ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Time to ransack this joint))

RatDoto: "RatDoto is my name"

GM (GM): You get a handshake.

Cas Hutson: (Back too)

Clayton R. stands up after putting his helmet away. He approaches Cas, whispering to him "Hey, he has bomb components under the desk"

Jonathan Sommer surveys for the nearest general store that isn't surrounded by guns.

RatDoto starts asking Walt a series of questions

Cas Hutson: (Ooh, bomb components under George's desk? Hm.. We would have to either persuade George to take a look at the bomb components, or just take them for a moment.)

RatDoto: "Excuse me Walt. I'm sorry if I seem to be completely delusional, but what year is it?"

GM (GM): Walt looks at RatDoto.

Walt: About 20xx+3

Clayton R.: (( we could interrogate him too since bombs a re pretty illegal in Endtown ))

RatDoto: "+3?"

GM (GM): Three years after the apocalypse

Cas Hutson gives a slight nod at Clayton, replying back in a whisper, "Alright, but how do we get them though? This guy ain't going easily budge over taking a little look at 'em."

Jonathan Sommer: ((Can I start thieving, GM, or should I wait?))

Clayton R. shrugs, "We can corner him, we are in the right here. let me talk, just get ready to fight if need be, try to keep it nonlethal."

RatDoto: "Where is Endtown on a map?"

The ambulance has arrived rat security hoists the opulant ursine up and into the wagon, waving their guns in all directions.

Walt: Hey, just try relaxing a moment, man. If you need anything talk to an info desk.

RatDoto blankly stares at the entire process

Walt: I'll be in the office if you need a mayor, or at the dock.

RatDoto meekly nods his head

GM (GM): The take Walt away uncermoniously.

Clayton R. approaches George, putting his hands to his hip, and next to his weapon. "George... Why do you have explosive components in your store?.."

Jonathan Sommer waves as the ambulance passes by.

George holds completely still when you say explosive.

RatDoto begins pondering on newly learned information.

Martin Baron looks inside to see Clayton going for George. He whistles to get RatDoto's attention, motioning to go inside the store.

Clayton R.: "Where did you get them?"He presses

GM (GM): ( You may now roll pickpocket to pick pockets sommer

Claudius Silvanus headshakes and walks into the gun store when his duty is done, handing back John the remote

Martin Baron: ( Hey GM, is there a flip open / closed sign? )

RatDoto: (3 years? I thought it was only a month after the apocalypse.)

GM (GM): ( Of course)

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35+20+10
(36)+35+20+10= 101

RatDoto: (What happened? Why don't I remember the past 3 years?)

Jonathan Sommer is annoyed that he's stuck with remote again.

GM (GM): ( Nay, otherwise you'd be taking missions from Duck Donnie.))
Sommer, you picked a wallet!

Nicolas Q.: How much strength is required to rip the collar off?

Cas Hutson stands nearby of Clayton, alert and ready in case of a fight breaking out.

GM (GM): It's contents: $45, an Endtown ID, and a paperclip.

Claudius Silvanus walks into the store and gives Martin, Cas and Clay a look "Something's wrong?"

Martin Baron enters the gun store, flipping the open sign to closed, one hand in his pocket in case of a fight.

RatDoto: (Why am I here? Why do I have a collar on me?)

Jonathan Sommer: "Bingo."

Jonathan Sommer examines the ID.

Clayton R. keeps his eyes on George

GM (GM): Surely, Claudius would have a shock mechanism if someone tried to remove it, right?

Clayton R. repeats himself. "Where did you get the explosives George?"

RatDoto looks at the store's door, noticing the rabbit flipping the sign to the closed section.

If cats could sweat George would be flowing.

He continues to remain silent and unmoving.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Well it would pretty much send a semi lethal shock because of the capacitors fired at once ))

Martin Baron: ( Want me to try? )

RatDoto: (Why would he do that?)

RatDoto stands up and reads the sign

Clayton R. remains still, trying not to start a firefight. "You don't have to go down George, but we need answers."

GM (GM): (( Perhaps he thinks if he holds still you won't notice him.))

RatDoto: (George's Guns and Bow. Huh, wonder why we're here.)

RatDoto enters the Gun Store nonchalantly.

GM (GM): Doto, try to remove collar?

Jonathan Sommer continues looking for pockets.

Clayton R. winces, hearing the behemoth step inside. He silently curses the rat

Nicolas Q.: Just asking

Clayton R.: "George.... Will you comply?"

RatDoto is clueless to the situation.

George curls his lip in increasing terror.

Nicolas Q.: (Did I turn into an rat ogre?)

GM (GM): Closest thing to you character's description.
George begins speaking.

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35+20+10
(79)+35+20+10= 144

Clayton R. motions his hands back to the others. He holds position, ready to spring into action.

GM (GM): I'll get to you in a bit sommer.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Fair enough))

GM (GM): I-I don't do those sales. That's frank.

Clayton R.: "Who's Frank?"

RatDoto head turns sideways, attempting to piece together what is occurring inside the shop.

Frank: I'm Frank.

RatDoto: (What's going on?)

GM (GM): A large humanish figure appears in the corner.

Clayton R.: (( FRANK HORRIGAN!))

RatDoto casually glances at Frank

Jonathan Sommer: ((PREPARE TO DIE MUTIE))

GM (GM): He appears to be a human with scalely skin and a lazy eye that moves independantly. A half-mutant you think.

Clayton R. turns to Frank. "I assume you are aware of how illegal this is right?"

Frank: You a cop?

Martin Baron has his hand on the taser in his pants pocket, keeping an eye on Frank and George for any sudden movements.

RatDoto: (A shakedown?)

Clayton R. arches an eyebrow. "I work for Endtown Sec at the moment."

George: Now, uh, let's be peacible here. Everyone has a right to defend themselves now!

GM (GM): Frank has taken a defensive stance

RatDoto: (A fight?)

Frank: This a bust?

Clayton R.: "I agree... but you don't think bombs are bit much?"

RatDoto visibly starts shaking in fear at the thought of it, but it appears to be shaking in anticipation

Frank: For surface jobs.

Clayton R. has a hand to his back, motioning to the others if they hadn't already picked up on what was happening.

Frank's fist tighten and fangs appear from his mouth, he seems ready to strike and any moment.

Cas Hutson slowly places his hand over his 9mm, expecting a fight to break out any moment now.

RatDoto: (He has fangs!)

Clayton R. shakes his head "Endtown Sec provides all explosives for topside frank."

GM (GM): (He's a half mutant with chemleon and snake traits.

RatDoto teeth start chattering, which appears to others that he is giddy for a fight

GM (GM): ((My spelling is horrible today.))

RatDoto nervously says "are we going to fight", however it unintentionally sounds menacing

Claudius Silvanus: (( Can I put my shock lance very close to his face? ))

Frank: No bombs, no smoke, no CS. We carry that.

Nicolas Q.: Whos face

Claudius Silvanus: (( Frank's ))

Frank: If this was a bust you would have arrested us by now. Why are you here?

GM (GM): (( Frank's))

Clayton R. isn't buying it. "I know for a fact, that they do have those Frank... and I want to know your supplier."

RatDoto starts hyperventilating, but seems like he is getting excited for battle

George: "Yeah, and where is your warrant?" George speaks before hiding under the desk.

Frank: I make them.

Clayton R. cast a brief glare at ratdoto, than back to the store owners. I don't need one. I'm working under Flask, and you are doing something extremely illegal.

RatDoto equips his Scrap Great Axe in order to comfort himself, however it seems like he's ready to battle at any moment.

George: Hardly!

Frank: We make from chems and scrap. People buy. That's it.

Clayton R.: "Really? What about this?" he motions to Martin to come forth with the message.

RatDoto: (Calm down Rat, it's okay, there is no fighting, just 3 men talking to each other while holding weapons)
(Nothing to fear)

GM (GM): (Two men and a cat)
Give up message, martin?

Martin Baron complies and walks to the front desk, tossing the folded message onto the desk.

GM (GM): The two look at it.

George: What is this supposed to mean?

Claudius Silvanus: It means there's a bomb here...
...and there are bomb components here

Clayton R.: "It means that endtown has a bomb in coming and you were the only 2 I picked up with explosives."

GM (GM): The two look at eachother.

RatDoto slowly starts calming down, however appears like he is disappointed that there is no fighting

Clayton R.: "That is... unless you are withholding information."

Frank: Stop the bull-sheet.

Suddenly George pops down and up with a sawed-shotgun and Frank hisses, revealing a warped toothed tongue!

Clayton R.: roll init now?

George: You spits will get the rest when you pay up!

Martin Baron: "Get the rest?! The hell are you on about?!"

Frank: We ain't falling for it! Security are all rats! You're trying to scam us, "Wind Bags!"

Nicolas Q.: We fighting?

GM (GM): Sure!

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+70
(75)+70= 145

RatDoto is surprised by the sudden action and screams, however appears to have been revitalized by the notion of a battle and does a battlecry

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+20
(76)+20= 96

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+65
(65)+65= 130

Nicolas Q.: Roll mind right?

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+55
(7)+55= 62

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35
(66)+35= 101

Claudius Silvanus: ( Whoops... reroll time !)

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+30
(51)+30= 81

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+55
(11)+55= 66
( OH FFS ))

Nicolas Q.: What do I roll?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Not so good with rerolls, Claude))

GM (GM): What is your mind bonus?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Nic, 1d100+25))

Nicolas Q.: rolling 1d100 + 25
(33)+25= 58

Martin Baron: ( Mind bonus. For each level past 1 you get +10 )

Nicolas Q.: (Doesn't that mean I have 50 mind?
as a bonus

GM (GM): Its the same as your perception.

Martin Baron: ( Mind * 5. You got a mind of 5. )

Cas Hutson: (Oh yeah! I forgot the +10 for my roll on init)

GM (GM): That's your mind points, that's alike health points.
mind bonus is your mind *5

Jonathan Sommer: ((Whoops, I wasn't supposed to roll?))

GM (GM): If you want to participate.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Just for a tad bit))

Martin Baron: ( Ah hold on, I moved to the front desk to put down the note. )

RatDoto 's seemingly panicked expression turns into an cold one

Claudius Silvanus: (( Not all rerolls are great ))

RatDoto: (Huh? Where the..)

GM (GM): Mind times 5 I mean.

RatDoto: (A battle?)

GM (GM): Dialogue and combat:

RatDoto shifts to a battle ready stance with his Giant Axe

GM (GM): On your turn you may ask questions and your [target] may reply. You get 1 quesion.
Clayton, your turn!

Clayton R.: Can I tackle the cat from here?

Nicolas Q.: Why not the John Wick OST?

GM (GM): Sure!

Clayton R.: agility bonus?
right?

GM (GM): Right
What's your str?

Clayton R.: 3

Jonathan Sommer: ((Isn't it 2?))

Clayton R.: (( boosted it with stored skill points ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Ah))

GM (GM): He is actually 6, so no knock down.
He's like a little Wally.

Clayton R.: stronk cat
can I roll to disarm him then?

GM (GM): Sure!
Same as a regular strike.
Just beat 40

Clayton R.: agility bonus still right?

GM (GM): and his parry
Yep.

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(16)+30= 46

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+15
(60)+15= 75
Somehow he swats your attack.
One action left.

Clayton R.: (( I'll try one more time ))
rolling 1d100+30
(10)+30= 40
fuck me

GM (GM): That is a hit.

Clayton R.: shitty rolls all around for me
but he can still gaurd right?

Martin Baron: ( You at least wasted his actions )

Clayton R.: (( that works at least. ))

GM (GM): You kick the shotgun out from his hands, it twirls and lands in a corner.
Martin!

Clayton R. barely manages to swat the gun from the cat's hands. He yells back to the team, "Take down the brute!"

Martin Baron: "We're trying to save Endtown, dammit! Have you been dealing with a red bird?!"

Claudius Silvanus fires off his stun lance "WE'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU, TRAITOR!"

Martin Baron: ( I'm using my one question then I'm tasing Frank Horrigan. )

Claudius Silvanus: (( Finally... I could use that ))

GM (GM): Shoot!

Jonathan Sommer: ((He used it, GM))

Martin Baron: ( Yeah, I asked about a red bird. )

Frank: You're not with her?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Aw shiet))

GM (GM): Actions?

Martin Baron: ( Can I respond? )

GM (GM): Only if you agree to wait action

Martin Baron: ( Yeah, it might lead to end combat. )
( Plus we outnumber them heavily, if it doesn't go well, we're still fine. )
"No! We found this note and a bunch of letters on him! Er, her!"

Frank: Yeah, they bought our stock. They didn't have enough for all of it so they said they would go to the surface for a quick cash grab.

Martin Baron: ( Can I ask another question or is my turn up? )

GM (GM): Things have desculated so [combat end]

Martin Baron: ( Cool. Sorry Rat Ogre. )

Nicolas Q.: NP

Jonathan Sommer: ((Aw man, I was waiting for a gun to go off))

Martin Baron: "Wait, who are they? Was there someone else besides the red bird?"

GM (GM): Man, this guy has poison spit and everything...

Clayton R. is within arms reach of George, but he's glad things have backed down.

Martin Baron: ( Bet he was resistant to tasers too, wasn't he? )

Cas Hutson slowly puts his 9mm away, still alert however in case of things tensing up again.

RatDoto: (Seems the situation was defused, best not tempt a fight, the security from earlier had some sophisticated weaponry)

Claudius Silvanus stands down... but eyes Frankie and George...

Martin Baron: ( I asked another question, wanted to see if there were others. )

RatDoto drops his battle stance, but holds great axe at attention

GM (GM): ( Oh sorry.)

George: Yeah, all birds. Gloating about New Persia or something.

Claudius Silvanus: ...Isn't New Persia under new rule or something?

Martin Baron: "Oh you gotta be @#$*#!? me..."

Claudius Silvanus: I heard something about that while working on a radio

Martin Baron: "Dammit, that #$*%(@! mantis we picked up is probably in with them. Ungrateful bug..."

Frank: Yeah, they call themselves the "Winds of Disruption." Real idiots

RatDoto: (So they]

Clayton R. frowns, "for rea;?"

Clayton R.: *for real

RatDoto: ('re literal bird brains)

Frank: yep. Acting like big shots.

Claudius Silvanus: So... you could say...

Martin Baron: "But look, we found this note and a bunch of letters on that red bird. I haven't touched the letters yet, but they're planning on bombing Endtown in just three days."

Claudius Silvanus: ...it was a wild goose chase?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Time to put the shock collar on, Claude))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Claudius body was never found ))

Cas Hutson: ((Pf f hahahaha))

Nicolas Q.: You're gonna shock me now?

Frank: Well, it did sound like they were going to come back.

Martin Baron: "Listen man, you ever see that bird or any that are with them, get the security immediately. They might be coming back soon for the rest of those bomb parts."

Claudius Silvanus rubs his chin "When was this?"

George: I don't know how to react to that second part.

Martin Baron: "Long before we picked you up Claud... Before we ever found Deep City I think."

Frank: I'd check the air if you're looking for these guys. Birds are always flying.

Jonathan Sommer: ((GM, can I find clues on the streets or is that only through Frank?))

GM (GM): Sure!
Roll smooze

Jonathan Sommer: ((Just 1d100, right?))

GM (GM): plus mind plus skill

Cas Hutson: ((I could ask George if I could see the few bomb components to roll on smelling them))

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+25
(69)+25= 94

Martin Baron: ( Also, mind if I read the letters? No one here has yet and you didn't get back to me on it. )

GM (GM): You are able to learn by asking around that two days ago a bunch of birds came in and left.
Apparently they were very hostile to people. They left shouting how they would be back

Jonathan Sommer: "How rude."

Martin Baron: ( Oh god, what if the 3 days note thing was off? Like we found it 2 days from when the red bird got it.)

GM (GM): Well its a piece of paper. It's not like it can get real time updates

Jonathan Sommer: ((Can I ask where they went?))

GM (GM): Roll shmooze again, beat 100

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh boy))
rolling 1d100+25
(41)+25= 66

GM (GM): Roll! For all you are worth!

Jonathan Sommer: ((no good))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Yeah that's what I'm saying Martin... I think it's outdated ))

Martin Baron: ( I got 1 skill in schmoozing, can I assist for a combination roll? )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Get your butt out here))

GM (GM): Sure!
So +20

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+25+20
(14)+25+20= 59

Martin Baron: ( To the +25 Jonathan's got? )

Cas Hutson: ((I'll try asking George to take a look at the bomb components, if that'll be alright GM.))

Martin Baron: ( Didn't matter anyway )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Dice does not like me))

GM (GM): George compiles for some reason

Jonathan Sommer looks to Martin.

Jonathan Sommer: "Apparently a couple birds came through here being assholes."

RatDoto walks towards Jon and Martin

RatDoto: "What are you guys doing?"

Jonathan Sommer: "They skipped town not too long ago."

RatDoto: "Why don't we try going to the info desk?"

Claudius Silvanus: So what now... are we gonna follow them or?

Jonathan Sommer eyes Doto. "Staying out of trouble, right?"

GM (GM): So its a perception check +20 for you cas

Martin Baron: "Nothing on where they might be or when they'll come back?"

RatDoto: "If they were such assholes people must be complaining about them"

Cas Hutson approaches the bomb components and takes a sniff at them.

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+20
(1)+20= 21

Jonathan Sommer: "Nothing, yet."

Cas Hutson: (Woo whee)

GM (GM): The acrid smell of gunpowder burns your nose abit.

RatDoto walks back inside the store.

RatDoto: "Hey, Cas what are you doing?"

Cas Hutson reels back from the smell of gunpowder, placing his paw over his snout. "Tryin' to smell these parts? What does it look like I'm doing?" He replied, his eyes still focused at the bomb components.

Jonathan Sommer: "Martin, I have an idea."

RatDoto: "Why?"

Martin Baron: "What's up?"

Jonathan Sommer: "These locals probably haven't seen good entertainment in a while."
"We'll charm some info outta them."

Claudius Silvanus rubs his face... "Don't you have someone you know... in charge of these affairs? That Flask person? Or is there someone well more of a people's person"

RatDoto sniffs bomb components. (Using Chem Scent)

Martin Baron: "Only people person I'm aware of are the servers at pubs or clubs. And Flask... Best hope you absolutely never have to meet with her. Ever."

Cas Hutson: "To find anything useful from its smell, of course." Cas huffed, trying to get rid of the burning from his nose by waiting.

Jonathan Sommer: "She sounds lovely. Maybe we should turn that frown upside-down, eh?"

Jonathan Sommer chuckles.

Nicolas Q.: What do I roll?

Claudius Silvanus: What about someone like I-Man? You know a smart fellow that makes gadgets

Martin Baron: "Last time I met with her she was going to kill me, Clayton, and a bunch of other people at gunshot. So no, I'd rather not try to entertain her."

Jonathan Sommer: "Well, then we won't go as us."

Nicolas Q.: Guessing d100+25 Mind

GM (GM): (( it would be percpetion so 1d100+mind bonus

Jonathan Sommer points to the clothing store.

GM (GM): Correct

Nicolas Q.: rolling 1d100 + 25
(51)+25= 76

GM (GM): You smell the bomb parts. Alot of sugar as well as mettalic components.

Claudius Silvanus headshakes "Well you know Martin. How about me and John go. She doesn't know us."

Nicolas Q.: "All I smell is sugar and the pleasant smell of iron"

Martin Baron: "If you two want to meet your maker early, fine by me."

RatDoto: "All I smell is sugar and the pleasant smell of iron"

Martin Baron: "But I'm not ever going near her for as long as I live."
( I like the disguise idea though, sounds very fun. )

Jonathan Sommer shrugs. "Lets get in costume, Claude."

GM (GM): Besides that it appears that george and frank have been here, they are healthy, but it appears that no birds have touched these parts.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Time to disguise as a walrus))

Claudius Silvanus looks at himself "How exactly is this a bad thing to wear???!!!"

Jonathan Sommer: "It's practical, but not flashy. Gotta give the crowd what they want, my man."

GM (GM): (( If the birds left maybe you could check with security or someone official like))

Claudius Silvanus narrows his eyes at Johnatan "What exactly have you got in mind. And I ain't going around dressed as a woman."

Martin Baron waves off everyone to go crash at a bar he used to work at, hopefully get some free drinks.

Clayton R. rolls his eyes, not quite sure what to really do at this point.

Jonathan Sommer smirks. "Get yourself a sparkling vest, black trousers, black shoes... The model magic assistant."

At this point, the phone rings

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'm going to roll for disguise))

GM (GM): Go ahead

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+25
(76)+25= 101

RatDoto holsters great axe

Cas Hutson frowned upon Dotto's response. "Sugar, how- Ok ok, anything else?" He asked towards his direction.

GM (GM): Sheet.

Jonathan Sommer tries to put on a walrus disguise with a cape and top hat.

RatDoto looks back at Cas

RatDoto: "Want me to smell it again?"

GM (GM): Afew plastic bits for teeth and some clay and you pass for a goddang walrus

Jonathan Sommer: "How do I look, partner?"

Jonathan Sommer spins around elegantly.

Cas Hutson: "If you wanna do that, yeah."

Jonathan Sommer: ((Elegant for a walrus, that is))

Martin Baron: ( And everyone ignores the phone, we got more important stuff to do. )

RatDoto sniffs bomb components again

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(95)+25= 120

George talks on the phone abit and hands it to Clay. "It's for you."

Jonathan Sommer: "You got your costume ready, Claude?"

Clayton R. snaps out of his thoughts, taking the phone. "Hello?"

GM (GM): Doto you smell the bomb components. It appears to be a complex chemical mix and has been handled by few people. You can tell the desk is partially rotted, and George has oily hands.

Claudius Silvanus look at Clay... "One sec... Why the hell calls a shop and asks for a person standing right next to a phone?"

Nicolas Q. turns to Cas

RatDoto turns to Cas

Clayton R. shrugs back.

GM (GM): A rough voice answers the phone, "Come to security, now." and then the phone hands up

Clayton R. hangs the phone up, "sounds like I'm in for some fun.... I'm headed up to Security, continue search here."

RatDoto: "These components have been handled by a few number of people and are most likely composed of an organic chemical compound"

Clayton R. leaves

Claudius Silvanus runs to Clay "I'll go with you... in case we will meet that Flask lady..."

GM (GM): Also, George sweats too much.
Proceeding to Security!

Jonathan Sommer: "Oh, hornet head."

Martin Baron remains at the bar, drinking his worries away.

Jonathan Sommer approaches Clayton with his disguise on.

Clayton R. holds out a hand to stop Claud. "you really don't want to come, and by the sounds of things. She's pissed."

Clayton R. shakes his head, "stay back, you'll only cause trouble."

Jonathan Sommer: "We'll see."

Jonathan Sommer starts waltzing confidently as a walrus.

GM (GM): There we go.

Cas Hutson: (Isn't Martin back at a bar drinking?)

Martin Baron: ( I'm a fast drinker apparently )

Jonathan Sommer follows Clayton closely.

Rats are scurrying about in a panic, flask and rats are leaned over a security monitor

Clayton R. glares at Jon momentarily before rendezvousing with Flask.

RatDoto feels like he's been shifted through time and space

RatDoto takes in the sight of scurrying rats

GM (GM): Flask looks up at you and points to a monitor.

Claudius Silvanus: No no I'm gonna follow you. I want some answers

Clayton R.: "reporting..." He says, waiting before Flask, hoping to maintain some form of formality.

Clayton R. turns to the monitor

Flask: Great. Do you know anything about this?

Jonathan Sommer points to the nearest group of rats. "Is it someone's birthday today?" he says in a grand manner.

On the monitor you find several birds flying in V formation. They appear to be dropping bombs repeatedly on the empty wastes.

Cas Hutson stays back, finding it better to stick around outside of where Clayton, Jon, and Claud are at.

Nicolas Q.: GM

Flask: That's directly above us.

GM (GM): ((Yeah?))

Nicolas Q.: IMMEDIATELY PLAY FLIGHT OF THE VALKYRIES

Claudius Silvanus cringes at what he sees on the monitor "Is... this some kind of a joke?

GM (GM): https://youtu.be/3YOYlgvI1uE
Soundcload stinks

Nicolas Q.: Thank you T^T

Clayton R. nods. "We intercepted a bird topside with a note about a bombing run, we assumed it would be somewhere from inside Endtown. We were searching when you called us."

Jonathan Sommer: ((Rolling for magic on some rats))

Flask: Thank you so goddamn much for letting us know about that.

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35+10+10
(93)+35+10+10= 148
((wew))

GM (GM): You still their noses!
They pull out guns and demand you give them back. now!
*Steal
But they are distracted.

Nicolas Q. admires Jon's show of magic

RatDoto admires Jon's show of magic

Claudius Silvanus says in an honest tone "Miss Flask... we actually just arrived to inform about this."

Jonathan Sommer does some hand maneuvers. "Follow your noses to me, my friends!"

Clayton R. I was hoping it wouldn't come to that... but it's a bit late now. What kind of damage have they done? Can we bring them down with some flak guns?"

Flask gives you a look, you can actually see the blood pressure pulsate in her eyes.

Clayton R.: (( who is flask looking at? ))

GM (GM): The moose.
But you are in the splash zone of her hate

Jonathan Sommer starts leading the rats away from the monitors.

Jonathan Sommer: ((The Pied Walrus))

Clayton R.: (( and I'm at ground zero ))

Clayton R. glares back at both of his companions. "please leave."

Flask: Not alot of damage done so far, but sandcrawlers are getting blown to bits so we are losing our eyes up there.

Clayton R.: "What solutions do we have?"

RatDoto follows Jon

Flask: And I shouldn't need to point this out but a bunch of chuckleheads throwing bombs can tip topsiders off of our location.

Clayton R. nods

Flask: Here is the solution, you go up there and kill these idiots.
and make sure they don't have more coming up.

Clayton R.: "We have any anti-air weapons or are we just going duck hunting?"

Flask: nothing besides what you already have.

Claudius Silvanus leaves, not really liking the tone of this conversation.

GM (GM): All we have here are standard issue arms, blasters, and hand grenades.

Clayton R. sighs. "alright... I'll inform the others, can I borrow a comm to keep in contact?... or do you want o give me a frequency to tune into?"

Flask: One more thing, is that yours?" She points to a topsider transport on the the screen.

Clayton R.: "I'll take a blaster if you don't mind."
"Yes."
" I assume you need it moved too."

As you look at the monitor you see Hershel pelted with grenades!

Clayton R.: (( well that ain't fun ))

GM (GM): You are given a blaster.
Flask wants you to confront the attackers immediately!

Clayton R. equips his topsider helmt, and attempts to contact Hershel

GM (GM): Hershel... Is out of range.

Jonathan Sommer pushes himself alongside Clayton, waving his hands.

Clayton R. moves to meet the others while he speaks to Hershel. "You didn't warn us you were being bombarded?! ... We're coming up now!"

Jonathan Sommer: "So you're the Flask I've been hearing about?"

RatDoto is behind Jon

Flask looks at Walrus Sommer

Jonathan Sommer: ((Walrus attempts magic))

Clayton R. yells to the entire group, "Suit up, we have to head topside, birds are on a bombing run! We're going now!"

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35+10+10
(23)+35+10+10= 78

Jonathan Sommer pulls a coin behind Flask's ear.

GM (GM): You successfully do an old card trick. Flask however resists and is not dazzled.

RatDoto claps softly

GM (GM): He gives you the look like she is about to murder you.

Nicolas Q.: Dem pronouns

Jonathan Sommer: "Uh... you've been a wonderful witness to the AMAZING PAUL!"

Clayton R. yells again for everyone to get their asses in gear

Jonathan Sommer flourishes his cape and follows Clayton quickly.

GM (GM): Proceed up side?

Cas Hutson simply follows Clayton.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Yup))

Cas Hutson: (Yep!)

RatDoto follows the group

GM (GM): ((Points for flourish

Clayton R.: (( i'll equip blaster and crank it before we head up ))

RatDoto take outs Giant Axe

Jonathan Sommer: ((Wouldn't the zero gun work better?))

Clayton R.: (( can't use it ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Ah, right. New one))

Nicolas Q.: He threw it away :P
I recall him calling it a piece of junk

Clayton R.: (( I have to go soon, so I'll pop a couple shots and hand the gun off before I go. ))

the lift tube shoots up and you spill for onto the scene.

Clayton R.: roll init?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Can I still be in my walrus disguise?))

Martin Baron somehow rejoins the group! And can barely aim!

RatDoto notices Martin

RatDoto: "Weren't you at the bar?"

Jonathan Sommer: ((yes))

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+70
(82)+70= 152

Martin Baron: "Gotta phone callsh, ya #%&!@^ knob headsss."

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+35
(13)+35= 48

Martin Baron: (What's the negatives for being drunk? )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh))

Martin Baron: rolling 1d100+65
(99)+65= 164

Claudius Silvanus looks at Martin "Did you get smashed?"

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+55
(54)+55= 109

Clayton R.: ((awfully spry for being drunk ))

RatDoto attempts to sober up Martin by gently slapping him in the face.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Your initiative is 0 when drunk, Martin))

Nicolas Q.: What do I roll for that?

Jonathan Sommer: ((-15 to strike parry and dodge))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Let's try... ))
rolling 1d100+55
(97)+55= 152
(( YES!))

Clayton R.: equals!!

Martin Baron shakes off RatDoto, trying to punch him back but missing by a few feet. He sloppily readies his pistol for combat.

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+20+10
(100)+20+10= 130

Clayton R.: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pr9ExScjBno

Jonathan Sommer: ((wew))

Clayton R.: ( WEW ))

Martin Baron: ( A 1 then a 100, nice. )

Cas Hutson: ((Holy heck))
((That's a fast puli right there))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Cas with 100s))

Nicolas Q.: rolling 1d100 + 25
(52)+25= 77

Jonathan Sommer: ((Is Slugman fighting with us?))

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+25
(93)+25= 118
Slugman is fighting, but so slowly it's not visible to the naked eye.

Jonathan Sommer: ((What a trooper))

Claudius Silvanus will use THE BABY

RatDoto looks at the slug creature

Martin Baron: ( That reminds me, what ever happened to Juan Jesus Joseph Joze? )

GM (GM): Nah to be good and nasty I'll say the birds dove into a dodge roll when you popped up.

Jonathan Sommer will use THE HILLSIDE SPECIAL

GM (GM): rolling 1d100+30+30
(61)+30+30= 121

RatDoto: (Is he dead? No.. he's moving. An inch a minute....)

Claudius Silvanus: (( Dust in the wind ))

GM (GM): Cas, your turn!

Martin Baron: ( The initiative isn't on the turn order )

GM (GM): With his guitar in hand.
There.

Cas Hutson: (Alright! Lemme take a shot at one of them)

Martin Baron: ( You gotta beat 121 mang )

Cas Hutson: (Oh)
(Shoot)

Claudius Silvanus: (( What about our initiatives?))

Nicolas Q.: Rip in doto

GM (GM): She rolled a crit

Cas Hutson: (Could take cover in Hershel, if it's alright.)

GM (GM): Sure!

Claudius Silvanus: (( Yeah it's more so I don't see them in the turn order. Dunno if it's an error on my part ))

Nicolas Q.: Same

Martin Baron: ( I don't either. )

Cas Hutson rushes forth, quickly getting into Hershel.

GM (GM): Really?

Martin Baron: ( Yeah. )

GM (GM): I open, I close, and it's not coming up?
Alright well, I'll just call it out.

Jonathan Sommer: ((It's there we just don't see our initiatives))

GM (GM): Well, I'll just call it out and you all trust me.

Martin Baron: ( I saw it just briefly as I reloaded in )

Clayton!

Martin Baron: ( I'm at 0 though if Jeffrey's right. )
(They'd be out of their dodge when it's my turn I believe. )

GM (GM): That is an option. Waiting until they level out.

Clayton R.: gonna move there, and I'm gonna pop off one shot at him

GM (GM): Sure!

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+30
(1)+30= 31
pfft, man these guns suck
good thing my suit can take a hit from a zero gun

GM (GM): The gun disintegrates in your hand.

Jonathan Sommer: ((ACME Disintegrating Gun))

Clayton R. curses to himself, and he moves to dodge

Nicolas Q.: Aren't these guys dropping nades?

Clayton R.: rolling 1d100+35
(86)+35= 121

GM (GM): Dice hate you.

Cas Hutson: (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3X2ALG9iGPg ))

Clayton R.: kinda

GM (GM): On their turn, obviously.

Cas Hutson: ((There we go. Wanted to find that.))

Clayton R.: just me shooting apparently

Claudius!

Nicolas Q.: You're the only guy with the gun

Clayton R.: (( I gotta run now, and I don't have gun to hand off anymore ))

Nicolas Q.: In hindsight maybe we should've asked for a gun

Clayton R.: (( unless someone wants a grappling gun ))

Martin Baron: ( Yes. )

Nicolas Q.: I'd like that
I can become scorpion

Martin Baron: ( I do, I'll grapple to the birds. )

GM (GM): Suule? Your turn

Martin Baron: ( Exactly. )

Clayton R.: (( if you're heavier it might ever work like Roadhog ))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Here here... was washing dishses ))

Martin Baron: ( Oh wait, I was thinking of Just Cause. )

Claudius Silvanus: (( Can I do flak fire? ))

Nicolas Q.: I'm a rat ogre

Claudius Silvanus: (( I have enough birdshot to bring them down ))

Clayton R. throws the gun off to cas mid jump

Nicolas Q.: I think I'm hefty enough

Clayton R.: (( and with that, I'm out ))
(( sorry guys ))

Martin Baron: ( Have a good rest of the weekend Clayton )
( It's cool, was fun having you with us man. )

Nicolas Q.: Bye :)

Jonathan Sommer: ((Cya Clayton))

Clayton R.: (( you too everyone ))

Jonathan: 60ft. So enough to hit the boyds

GM (GM): Later man!

Cas Hutson: ((Oh, bye Clayton!))

GM (GM): So, claud, you wanted to shoot them?

Claudius Silvanus: (( Later Clay ))
(( Yeah but try not to kill them... ))
(( Like wound them enough not to fly ))

GM (GM): That would probably be about one shot.

Cas Hutson peeks outside and catches the gun from Clayton.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Wouldn't they crash into the ground and might kill 'em?))

Nicolas Q.: If not I believe my character would do a Ned Stark on them

Claudius Silvanus: (( Possibly... Claude isn't thinking THAT forward ))
(( WIS is his dump stat ))
(( Alright let's roll then ))
(( Try to take one down and make him fall out of the sky ))
rolling 1d100+20
(57)+20= 77

GM (GM): Nuss!
Err. miss!
Last action?

Martin Baron: ( They dodged for 120 Suule. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((You can always save your move))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Fuck... But they can't dodge now? ))
(( Or they're in constant dodge ))

Martin Baron: ( Yeah till their turn. )

Claudius Silvanus: (( Because that kinda is weird here... ))

GM (GM): The dodged before combat.
When you popped up.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Okay. I'd say it would best be limited to a number of actions or elese they are invunerable for a turn ))

Claudius Silvanus will wait

GM (GM): I wanted them to live for more than one round, okay?!
Bird turn!

Nicolas Q.: You know we could've just played battleships

Jonathan Sommer: ((So is this The Birds or Birdemic?))

GM (GM): The drop grenades in formation!
Hershel and Cas are hit!

Nicolas Q.: But...
Don't they drop bombs in a V formation?
You don't just mess with the formation

GM (GM): For 75!
That is their turn.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Huh, that wasn't too bad))

GM (GM): Doto's turn!
They haven't barreled down on you yet

Jonathan Sommer: "Hey, rat dude."

RatDoto looks at Jon

Jonathan Sommer: "Grab the pistol from my back pocket and start shooting."

Cas Hutson: (Wait, huh? Oh..)

RatDoto nods and grabs pistol

GM (GM): You take 75 cas

Cas Hutson: (Aw cripe)

GM (GM): Wait
rolling 1d100
(8)= 8
Nope, shelter from hershel protects you.
For some reason I didn't think to roll.

Cas Hutson: (Phew)
(What's the status on Hershel?)

RatDoto fires a 3 round burst at the closest bird

GM (GM): He's taken 2 nades, 25% of his mass is blown off.
He'll be fine, maybe.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Roll for your life))

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(49)+25= 74

Cas Hutson: (Can he still move, or is he not going anywhere?)

GM (GM): Eh, 49 hits.
Roll damage

RatDoto: No agility bonus?

Jonathan Sommer: ((No, only for melee))

Martin Baron: ( Aiming a gun isn't affected by stats unless you have skill in the weapon )

Nicolas Q.: k

GM (GM): Yeah, it's kind of hard to guide a bullet

Martin Baron: ( I got skill in energy weapons, so I get +10 to aiming )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Ever curve a bullet, GM?))

Nicolas Q.: Jon what bullets were you using?

GM (GM): So that was a 9mm pistol right?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Yup))

GM (GM): What, that was the Big Man?!

Martin Baron: ( Well that's movie magic, wont work in real life mate. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((100ct, Nic))
((With a 9mm Blue))

Nicolas Q.: rolling 2d10 + 20
(7+4)+20= 31

Claudius Silvanus: (( Maybe Jon's stand is the Emperor ))

GM (GM): Oh right.
If its a rapid shot its +15 then, or 46

Nicolas Q.: Yeah 46 :P

GM (GM): Alright, You peg on pretty good and he goes down!
It looks like he just got winged.
Last action?

Nicolas Q.: Can I walk up an ice him?

GM (GM): You only have enough to walk and fire.
Walk or fire, sorry

Nicolas Q.: The turn order is blocking my view T^T

GM (GM): You could shoot from here.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Move it))

GM (GM): You can move that like a regular window

Nicolas Q.: ._.
Ignore that
So I can rush in with my great axe and smash him right?

Jonathan Sommer: ((No))

GM (GM): You can move up to him or shoot

Nicolas Q.: Damn

GM (GM): You can tackle
Nope, you'd be short
So really it's just shoot.

Nicolas Q. passes gun back to Jon and walks toward the bird. Taking his sweet time.

RatDoto passes gun back to Jon and walks toward the bird. Taking his sweet time.

Jonathan Sommer: "Uh... alright."

Jonathan!

Nicolas Q.: Better save the bullets for the person with gun skills :P

Jonathan Sommer: "Slugman, mind passing along some encouraging words of yours?"

slugman ponders

GM (GM): He wails on his guitar and shouts "Rock and roll, rock the sky!"

Jonathan Sommer nods and smiles.

Jonathan Sommer: ((I fire my wrist launcher at the closest airborne bird))
((Any special rolls for wrist launchers?))

GM (GM): Have targeting?
Wait.
Okay, let's vote.
I'd like everyone's opinion

Nicolas Q.: Does he have mad skillz fer it?

Jonathan Sommer: ((I am the mad skillz))

Nicolas Q.: Go for it

Claudius Silvanus: (( I'd say some kind of an Exotic Weapon Skill is in order ))

GM (GM): Walrus the Magnanimous here has a weapon almost completely dependant on his hand dexterity and isn't like anything else ever.
Does that mean his pickpocket or magic skills should be a combat bonus here?

Jonathan Sommer: Hmm...
Sleight of hand?

Nicolas Q.: Magic, sleight of hand

GM (GM): I mean, technically at his level he can do the killer card tricks.

Nicolas Q.: What's the difference

Martin Baron: Wrist mounted card launcher

Nicolas Q.: He's now
GAMBIT

Jonathan Sommer: ((Aw yeah))

Martin Baron: If it's wrist mounted, I think it's reliant on aim rather than reflex or skill.

GM (GM): Sleight of hand is going in, magic is going out.
To be as vague as possible.

Martin Baron: If he was tossing the knife, it'd get combat bonus from sleight of hand / magic

Jonathan Sommer: ((Okay dokay))

GM (GM): Fine, +10 per level in pick pocket. roll 1d100

Jonathan Sommer: ((Here I go))
rolling 1d100+20
(95)+20= 115
((noice))

GM (GM): Twang

Nicolas Q.: Mada mada

Jonathan Sommer: ((Now to roll for that sweet dmg))
((Is it the launcher + knife, or only launcher?))

GM (GM): only launcher

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d10+15
(10)+15= 25
((wew))

GM (GM): plus fall (30ft)
rolling 6d10
(3+2+8+3+10+3)= 29
He drops on hershel and tumbles down!

Jonathan Sommer: ((If I were to pull 'em, how far would they go?))

GM (GM): (( All the way.))
endturn?

Jonathan Sommer: ((Hell yeah))
((Wait, I'm out?))

GM (GM): If that's all your actions

Jonathan Sommer: ((Was that all one action?))

GM (GM): Yeap

Jonathan Sommer: ((I pull 'em closer to the group))

Nicolas Q.: I assume the birds have a belt of grenades?

GM (GM): Yes.
And other random bits of explosives

Nicolas Q.: So my choices are

Claudius Silvanus will use the remaining round to intimidate them

GM (GM): They are already leaning to make a pass over your squad as it is.

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100+20
(60)+20= 80

Nicolas Q.: Pull the pin from their grenades, act as an executioner or do a non lethal kick to the gut

Claudius Silvanus: (( Well more so to have them surrender ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Slap a collar on 'em))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Since well Claude is non-lethal and shit ))
(( I'm sure Flask will execute them though ))

Martin Baron: ( Not our problem. )

GM (GM): Oh that was to intimidate

Martin Baron: ( And it's perfectly reasonable to boot. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Oh, that was to pull))

Nicolas Q.: Then I'm going to execute them ^^

GM (GM): rolling 4d100+20
(96+47+33+79)+20= 275
All but one of them has been scared!

Jonathan Sommer: ((That works too))

Martin Baron: ( Best not. It's like Batman, you can beat them to an inch of their life, but whether they die or not is up to the court. )

Claudius Silvanus: (( I'll do the last one ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((I'll use my last turn to ready for a dodge))

Nicolas Q.: Characters best reason with the Rat Ogre then ^^

GM (GM): Martin?

Martin Baron: (Which one is the not scared one?)

Nicolas Q.: Green dot

GM (GM): Green dot

Martin Baron: ( Shooting while drunk is a -15? )

GM (GM): Yep
But +20 confidence

Martin Baron: ( Is there a debuff to intimiation? )

GM (GM): Nope
That's not a bad idea though.

Martin Baron: ( I'm rolling to spook the last one into surrendering as well, if that doesn't work, I'm just shooting him. )
rolling 1d100+15
(100)+15= 115
( Well then. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((WEW))

Nicolas Q.: I shoot better drunk >->

GM (GM): You yell,

Martin Baron screams out some drunken garble at the remaining bird, most of his comprehensible words being multiple curses and actions he will do to the bird if he doesn't surrender.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Christ man ))

You yell a mighty cry that thunders across the sky and into the bird's brain.

Martin Baron: ( I'm surprised he doesn't commit suicide from that intimidation. )

Jonathan Sommer: ((Martin's got the Voice))

The sky quakes and his fear is palpable. He flees like the devil follows him!

Martin Baron: ( Makes sense, I can't swim worth a shit in water. )

Nicolas Q.: XDD

Jonathan Sommer: ((So we got two captives))

GM (GM): The birds will retreat south if you are done with them.
Basically this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkEl_R0dTfY

Jonathan Sommer: ((Anyone want to shoot?))

Martin Baron continues yelling various curses at the group, drunkenly chasing the fleeing birds while continuing his rant, until tripping on his own feet and collapsing near Hershel.

RatDoto walks towards his mark, his axe at the ready.

Jonathan Sommer takes one warning shot against the last retreatee.

Cas Hutson: ((Nah.))

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 1d100
(71)= 71

GM (GM): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhHOA1cUrNI

Claudius Silvanus walks up to the downed birds and disarms them

GM (GM): Hit

RatDoto chops at the bird, barely missing his head.

Jonathan Sommer: ((aw shiet))

RatDoto: "Spill"

GM (GM): You take 2 grenades. 2 8 oz. blocks of C4, yikes, and about 8 sticks of dynamite.

Jonathan Sommer: rolling 4d10+40
(9+5+9+5)+40= 68

GM (GM): rolling 6d10
(5+1+7+7+6+5)= 31

Martin Baron shoots RatDoto a crazed, drunken glare as he tries to ax one of the birds.

Jonathan Sommer: "Huh. Didn't expect that..."

RatDoto barely registers as all his focus is on his mark.

Jonathan Sommer walks past Martin on his way to the recently downed bird.

GM (GM): Between the hot and the fall, That bird has 1 hp left. His armor barely saved him.

Claudius Silvanus yells to John "Better shock our rat here... he's getting crazy"

Jonathan Sommer frowns and reaches into his pant pocket, feeling the shock switch.

GM (GM): The bird creams.
*Screams screams!

Nicolas Q.: XDDD
He creamed himself XDD
He's into this

Jonathan Sommer stares at Doto from a distance.

GM (GM): ...Anyway. The birid is wounded and terrified.

Nicolas Q.: And wet in his pants o///o

GM (GM): He is not divulging information.

Jonathan Sommer: "You got that bird buddy, Martin?"

GM (GM): What are you going to do Doto?!

RatDoto: "You best spill where you came from bird, it ain't nice dropping bombs all willy nilly"

Cas Hutson peeks out from Hershel, looking around for any other birds coming in.

Martin Baron mumbles back something about electrifying the rats before shambling to the shot bird.

Martin Baron: ( Can I lift him? )
(Strength 4 )

GM (GM): Flick you land lovers!
The bird yells
Sure

Claudius Silvanus looks at Cas "You okay there buddy?"

Nicolas Q.: Lift who?

GM (GM): Birds especially
For a quickie , if you have a higher str than your target you can lift them.

Martin Baron: ( Actually, before I do, can I question him? )
( I don't know the guys strength. He's a bird though, light bones. )

GM (GM): Sure
2

RatDoto lifts his mark. Staring him right in the eye.

RatDoto: "Did I make myself clear vulture?"
"Would you rather become educational material?"

GM (GM): The bird makes a harking noise at Ratdoto.
He spits in his eye.

Jonathan Sommer: "Hey, rat buddy. Why not let Claude handle him?"

Martin Baron looks down at the shot bird, waving the pistol about as he slurs out "Wheresh the othersh going you... you #$@!#($%(&#%)(@^#%&^#@$@^&#&^ ?"

RatDoto looks at Jon

RatDoto: "Why would I let him have all the fun?"

Bird: Not the psychopath! We are going back to New Persia!

RatDoto: "I have many little dissections planned for this one"
"I wonder how they look on the inside"

Cas Hutson: (Be right back, sorry. Internet's being back)

Jonathan Sommer: "Dissections, huh."

Martin Baron: "Wheresh New Perssssshia from here?!"

Cas Hutson: (*being dumb)

RatDoto holds bird by the throat

RatDoto: "Shock me and I choke him:

GM (GM): Rat doto, your bird continues to be obstinant!

Claudius Silvanus looks at the rat "Calm it, stupid or I'll shock you."

GM (GM): South, south!

RatDoto inspects the bird's gender

Hershel: Have we been to new persia?

Claudius Silvanus is disgusted by the rat's behaviour

Jonathan Sommer: "How about this, buddy..."

GM (GM): ((Zap him, zap him!))

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(10)+25= 35

Jonathan Sommer slowly approaches Doto.

RatDoto: "Shock me and I might choke him"

Jonathan Sommer: "Drop 'em."
"Now."

GM (GM): Excuse me a sec

Jonathan Sommer: ((Looks very intimidating for a walrus))

Claudius Silvanus will quietly power up his shield

RatDoto looks at Jon

RatDoto: "How about we strike a deal?"

Jonathan Sommer: "... I'm listenin'."

RatDoto: "I will promise to not kill anyone in your presence including this one, however anything that is otherwise not living is handled by me?"

Jonathan Sommer: "Hmm..."
"Pretty tempting."

Claudius Silvanus: ...

Jonathan Sommer is standing close to Doto.

Cas Hutson: (Okay, back)

RatDoto: "I'll throw in not desecrating their corpses as well"

Claudius Silvanus looks at John "He's a $#%&$@ CANNIBAL!"

Jonathan Sommer nods slowly.

Jonathan Sommer: "Fair point."

Jonathan Sommer eyes Cas and gestures subtly to Doto.

GM (GM): Do you put down the turkey?

Jonathan Sommer glances at Claude.

Jonathan Sommer: "Want to see something, buddy?"

Jonathan Sommer pulls out his deck of cards in front of Doto.

RatDoto starts squeezing on his neck, slowly increasing in strength

RatDoto: (The bird's neck :P)

Jonathan Sommer: "Com'on, just a quick one."

Cas Hutson makes a small huff and eyes over at Doto.

Jonathan Sommer: ((Rolling for magic))

rolling 1d100+35+20+10
(95)+35+20+10= 160

Nicolas Q.: Should I roll for ignoring?
Never mind

GM (GM): Sure

Claudius Silvanus: (( Who did we lose? ))

GM (GM): Walker.
Gee, I don't know!

Jonathan Sommer: ((Rolling, Nic?))

Nicolas Q.: You rolled a 160 man ._.

GM (GM): Only thing he could roll is 1d100+25

Claudius Silvanus: (( It's gonna be hard. 160 is hard to ignore ))

GM (GM): Or perception
Honestly at 160 you could do some disappearing magic trick or something.

Jonathan Sommer shimmers out of the visible eye.

RatDoto mesmerized by the magic trick

RatDoto his grip on the bird lessens a bit

Jonathan Sommer whispers to Cas, "The bird."

Cas Hutson: (I gotta try getting the bird outta the grip of Doto's?)

RatDoto: You're dealing with a rat with 7 str

GM (GM): Just zap him.
Or shoot him.

Claudius Silvanus does what he does the best... charged shield down and with a full train speed rushes into the rat

Nicolas Q.: You'll choke the bird

Jonathan Sommer shrugs.

Nicolas Q.: If you hit me the bird dies :P

Jonathan Sommer: "You've been a wonderful audience, buddy."

RatDoto senses something

Cas Hutson pulls out his 9mm and aims to shoot at Doto's hands.

Claudius Silvanus: (( I'm gonna zap you ))

RatDoto: rolling 1d100 + 25
(78)+25= 103

Jonathan Sommer flips the switch with flair.

GM (GM): That shocks him right?

Claudius Silvanus: (( Solve this via Initiative who goes first? ))

Jonathan Sommer: ((Yup))

Claudius Silvanus: (( Yes. ))

Cas Hutson: ((Yeah!))

Nicolas Q.: Boss battle ^^

Claudius Silvanus: rolling 1d100+55
(65)+55= 120

Cas Hutson: rolling 1d100+20+10
(4)+20+10= 34
((oh))

GM (GM): Everyone hits the switch at the same time.

Claudius Silvanus: (( Hell no, I just bum rush him ))

RatDoto contorts into a creature of "I"

GM (GM): Nic, roll 1d100+35, beat 110. Do it three times

Jonathan Sommer: ((Naw man))

Martin Baron: ( It doesn't work like that. )

Nicolas Q.: Awww
I basically based my character from chuckles

GM (GM): Well, we did ask if you wanted to be a schism syndrome guy.

Nicolas Q.: And mystical entity basically I play thing :P

Jonathan Sommer: ((Lets roll, Nic))

Nicolas Q.: At the time I didn't know what "I" was :P

GM (GM): C to the T, ratdoto

Nicolas Q.: rolling 1d100 + 35
(54)+35= 89
rolling 1d100 + 35
(22)+35= 57
rolling 1d100 + 35
(27)+35= 62

GM (GM): Nope.

Nicolas Q.: Nope :P

GM (GM): You take
rolling 6d10
(10+8+6+7+8+6)= 45
45

Nicolas Q.: need 3 damage numbers!

GM (GM): And are incapcitated for
rolling 3d10
(6+2+5)= 13
13 turns

Jonathan Sommer: ((oof))

Nicolas Q.: :P

GM (GM): You's tazzed!

Nicolas Q.: Yep

GM (GM): So is the bird!
But that's another story

Nicolas Q.: And the bird is probably dead by now

Jonathan Sommer: ((oh shiez))

GM (GM): Let's wrap up session!

Nicolas Q.: You simply don't taze without exciting all the muscles into a vice grip

GM (GM): He's still alive, kinda. You may need to resustitate abit...

Nicolas Q.: Do we roll for his fate?

GM (GM): I will, next session.
Lets go to xp

Nicolas Q.: kk

C. Jeffrey: Welp, that was something

Nicolas Q.: No one really died :P
Except me next session ^^
Most likely

GM (GM): Sommer! Who is gone.

Jonathan Sommer: Hmm?

Claudius Silvanus: Hmm willl we get t 60 XP for me to get next level?
Wow
Is today Roll20 fuck-up day?

GM (GM): Yep.
High traffic.
+20 to everyone for disarming the gun store guys.
+10 for taking out bird squad.

Cas Hutson: (I was wondering why the roll20 site was not loading for a moment there)

GM (GM): Martin, Sommer, and Claud gets +5 for making shots.

Claudius Silvanus: +50 for not dying to flask?
(Kidding)

GM (GM): Cas gets +5 for actually taking cover and being tactical.

Jonathan Sommer: Victory favors the bold
Bold and stupid, but bold nonetheless

GM (GM): Stopping the bombing: +20 to everyone.

Cas Hutson: Oh hey, I leveled up!

Jonathan Sommer: Me too

GM (GM): Awesome!
Okay we are loosing people left and right.
I think that's about it.

Martin Baron: No MP damage?

Claudius Silvanus: OH FFS
I'm missing 4 XP

GM (GM): Nope, no one dies, no tragedy.