<@Brett> [Day: I forgot. Time: I don't remember. Night time. Location: Southern Romania, at a (not really) abandoned research outpost near the border.] <@Brett> [You've infiltrated a research outpost that was supposedly abandoned, but in reality is where Zukunft took Cathanza after acquiring her from MMO. The Count has helped by distracting the armed guards outside the facility, but inside you were face to face with Zombies, and Sonia got bit and possibly infected.] <@Brett> [You'll know for sure if she starts asking for brains.] (She's really more of the demanding type) <@Brett> [The room beyond the zombie room is slightly smaller, containing two large tubes on opposite sides of the far wall, connected by an abundance of cables and wires to a console between them. One holds Cathanza, the other Branko Maric, who if you don't remember is a Tanigian general turned traitor. Both are naked and seemingly unconscious, floating in some kind of blue liquid.] <@Brett> ( Hope that got through. ) <@Brett> ( And just a reminder: http://besm.sandwich.net/MC5/dossiers/MC5Characters.txt ) <@Brett> ( Though I seem to have spelt Branko wrong. Oops ) <@Brett> [The putrid smell of rotting flesh fills the room, no doubt coming from the two zombies standing at the side walls. But not just any zombies. They appear to be stitched together. They've got four arms, and they seem to be inhuman. In fact, judging by their goat-like faces, they're some kind of frankensteined fomori. Frankenmori if you will.] <@Brett> [And between everyone, standing at the console, is an old man in an old, tattered black robe. He turns as you enter, and you can see his face is pale, stretched around his skull. His hair is long, what little remains, but it's only wisps in a semi crescent around his head. He's missing some teeth, and his nose is mia, just a hole. His eyes seem filled with jaundice, too. And he's short, less <@Brett> than 5 ft tall.] <@Brett> [Start! :D] <@Brett> [Says the old man, immediately, in a creaky yet high-pitched voice. "Ah, the young Ms. Johnson's private army, are you? <@Brett> ( Dang enter key ) <@Brett> [He sound suspiciously like the English dubbed Happosai from Ranma 1/2. "You destroyed my latest creations, didn't you? Such a waste. Oh well, they were nothing special."] * Gordo eyes the tank setup and softly asks, "Nigel, Monty that something we do, or don't want to blow up?" <@Brett> [He shifts his weight slightly, leaning on his cane. Did I mention he has one? He does. It's a simple wooden thing. "Back in my younger days, making zombies was much harder. And we had to walk three miles through the snow just to get the materials, too!"] * Nigel bites his bottom lip absently in thought. "I am not sure." He levels his crossbow at the old man. "Oh yes... I imagine that demented mad scientists now don't know how good they have it, do they? Now release the girl... and I suppose the bloke too." He shrugs. <@Brett> ["Demented?!" He points his cane at Nigel. "Sonny, you need to learn to respect your elders!" * Nigel shakes his head. "I respect many elders... when they deserve respect. But when they produce third rate zombies... I mean I've seen junior cultists that do better work than that during their initiation ceremonies." * Montana edges around to the side while Nigel talks to him, trying to get closer to Cathanza and the controls without the mad scientist noticing. <@Brett> ["Th-third rate??" He waves his cane around. "Boy, I practically invented modern zombie making! The name's Doctor Johann Faustus. Ring a bell? Hmm? They wrote a book about me. Can you say the same? 2d6+10 (No dice!) <@Brett> ( There's no dice! ) /invite fuuko * Fuuko (demota@c-24-4-226-49.hsd1.ca.comcast.net) has joined #mc5 * Shiho still has her sword out and looks like she's itching to cut something or someone down. 2d6+10 Montana rolls 2D6+10: 1 5 +10 = 16 <@Brett> [He sets his cane down, folding his arms and grinning to himself. "But you can call me Faust the Great." The cane stays standing perpendicular to the ground. "Alchemist! Scientist! And I'd even go so far as to say the greatest necromancer this world has ever known! Even Mephistopheles recognized my power."] * Nigel thinks for a moment. "Well not a book. I've been featured in several prominent journals. Good on you, though, chap. Now... as I was saying, release the bird so we don't have to give you the same treatment we gave your toys." (DR1) 2d6+10 Montana rolls 2D6+10: 5 4 +10 = 19 ( If you're the greatest, then where's your army of undead cats, huh?!) (Chasing the muppet) <@Brett> [Meanwhile Montana sneaks closer to the controls as the doctor continues. "But books don't get everything right. For instance, they don't tell you that I beat Mephistopheles at his own game." He suddenly laughs, grabbing his cane and waving it at Nigel. "That's right, boy! I beat the devil! Bwhahaha!"] Good on yer. Now, 'bout letting them go? * Nigel tilts his head. "Wow... impressive... well not really... but that is what I am supposed to say, right?" Nigel shrugs. "Also... you are the greatest necromancer of all time and could not manage to create zombies strong enough to take out five people? three of which are a burgler, an historian, and a pilot?" <@Brett> [He grins. "No. I don't think so. I didn't get to be one of the nine by disobeying orders. But I'll tell you what: Surrender now, and I'll make you into the finest zombies, fit to serve the coming new world order!" He grins enthusiastically, as though he honestly thinks it's a deal you'll go for.] Orders, huh. <@Brett> [He turns to Nigel, "And as for you, insolent whelp. Hansel and Gretel are just what you ordered, I believe." He gestures at the two misshapen zombies beside him. Neither looks female.] * Montana is actually standing RIGHT BEHIND Faust, looking at the controls. He shakes his head, then turns to Faust, pistol in one hand. * Nigel shakes his head. "Eh... your merchandise isn't that convincing, and what do you plan to do with them anyway?" He motions to the tubes. "Or... oh... oh! Are you that lonely? C'mon, chap... it can't be THAT hard to see some naked bodies. They have clubs for that..." * Gordo rubs the bridge of his nose with his free hand, this is giving him a headache. * Shiho is looking at the zombies nervously. * Montana brings the pistol up and tries to whip the old man sharply across the back of the head. <@Brett> ["Hmph. Fool. What need have I of pleasures of the flesh? Only foolish young'uns think with their reproductive organs. I'm simply transferring the lady's powers to our otherwise useless Herr Maric, here. Once I'm done, maybe I'll give her back to you. After I make her more... apealing."] (Swap those two.) (And full attack.) 2d6+8 Montana rolls 2D6+8: 3 2 +8 = 13 2d6+8 Montana rolls 2D6+8: 3 2 +8 = 13 (OMG) (DEMOTA) (I THINK YOUR DICEBOT MAY BE BROKEN) (DR3) 2d6+8 Montana rolls 2D6+8: 3 5 +8 = 16 (Better.) <@Brett> [Montana hits the good doctor with a powerful blow that would knock any normal frail old man out. The doctor simply stumbles forward without even a cry, however, and turns on Montana, glaring at him. "Why you... Hansel! Gretel! Attaaaaaack!"] <@Brett> ( Gimme init roles :D ) 2d6+6 Gordo rolls 2D6+6: 6 3 +6 = 15 2d6+8 Montana rolls 2D6+8: 1 6 +8 = 15 2d6+5 Sonia rolls 2D6+5: 6 6 +5 = 17 2d6+11 Shiho rolls 2D6+11: 1 1 +11 = 13 2d6+5 Nigel rolls 2D6+5: 5 5 +5 = 15 (Team 15!) (Yeah!) <@Brett> [Sonia, Gordo, Montana, Nigel, Faust, Shiho, Hansel, Gretel] <@Brett> [Sonia!] (Do the zombies do anything?) <@Brett> ( They go "brains" ) (Works!) * Sonia 's gun is out and levelled at Faust. "Sound like just another guy to me." * Sonia fires at him! Bango! (Full Attack) 2d6+9 Sonia rolls 2D6+9: 4 3 +9 = 16 <@Brett> [Sonia fires at him! But her sonic blast is deflected off a yellow wall that appears in front of him just for an instant, at the moment of impact.] <@Brett> [Gordo!] * Sonia frowns, past her gun. "Problem." * Gordo pops a couple of shots at the goat headed thing to his right, maybe it doesn't have a wall thingy. 2d6+6 Gordo rolls 2D6+6: 5 1 +6 = 12 2d6+6 Gordo rolls 2D6+6: 6 1 +6 = 13 <@Brett> [Gordo shoots we'll call it Gretel twice, as it doesn't make much of an effort to avoid the attacks. He blows two large holes in it, but it marches onward, heedless of its injuries.] <@Brett> [Montana!] * Montana fires at Faust as he backs up a step towards the controls, and he brings his whip up in his other hand, snapping it towards the man's cane. Depriving an old man of his walking stick, how cruel! Forgot my own advice. (Gun first.) 2d6+6 Montana rolls 2D6+6: 2 5 +6 = 13 2d6+6 Montana rolls 2D6+6: 6 5 +6 = 17 <@Brett> [Faust actually manages to avoid getting shot some how, though his walking stick is sent spinning away from him. "You dang kids, always bulling your elders. It's time to teach you a lesson!"] <@Brett> [Nigel!] Yeah, I *am* kinda learnin' to shoot people in the head first instead of lettin' them live. * Nigel shakes his head. "I'm begining to think you are not real, and, rather, are the manifestation of somebody's stereotypical image of old people... Is it possible for you to be more cliche'" He sighs and fires his crossbow at Faust. 2d6+7 Nigel rolls 2D6+7: 2 3 +7 = 12 2d6+7 Nigel rolls 2D6+7: 2 6 +7 = 15 <@Brett> [Nigel's crossbow bolt almost seems to miss, but Faust sways in front of it at the last instant. Unfortunately, it also bounces off the mysterious yellowness. Faust glares at Montana. "I should deal with the situation at hand, but..." He turns, stretching his hand towards Nigel. "I'm cliche, you cheerio bollocks blimey bloody Brit?! I'll cliche you to death! A dark smog flows from his hand, <@Brett> but quickly and in a line, making it more of a blast than a gas filling the room. it heads for Nigel, and it seems to him it contains screaming skulls.] <@Brett> ( Ooooooo dear ) <@Brett> ( How far did I get? ) ("I should deal with the situation at hand, but..." He turns, stretching his hand towards Nigel. "I'm cliche, you cheerio bollocks blimey bloody Brit?! I'll cliche you to death! A dark smog flows from his hand, but quickly and in a line, making it more of a blast than a gas filling the room. it heads for Nigel, and it seems to him it contains screaming skulls.] ) <@Brett> ( O: It got through? ) (new mircs autobreak lines) <@Brett> ( Oh sweet :D ) <@Brett> ( There should be a " after death :x ) (Need me to make ranged defense?) (Don't think you can blame that one on mirc) <@Brett> ( Yah ) 2d6+6 Nigel rolls 2D6+6: 5 6 +6 = 17 <@Brett> [Whatever it was, Nigel manages to avoid it.] <@Brett> [Shiho!] * Shiho goes after Gretel with a wide swing despite looking freaked out by it being a frankenmori. 2d6+8 Shiho rolls 2D6+8: 6 6 +8 = 20 (Crit!) <@Brett> ( Well then ) <@Brett> [With a remarkably accurate swing, Shiho cleaves through Gretel's thick neck, seperating her (his?) head from the body. They fall, twitching, and Faust frowns. "Schiesse. I thought I was onto something with these Melnik people, too. Back to the drawing board."] <@Brett> ( Scuse me while I look up grappling rules ) <@Brett> ( Because for some reason I can never remember them and always have to look them up any time it comes up. ) <@Brett> d5 <@Brett> 1d5 Brett rolls 1D5: 4 <@Brett> [Either because its avenging its fallen comrade or because the GM happened to roll her number, Hansel rushes at Shiho, reaching for her with think, burly rotting arms. (defense roll at -4) <@Brett> ] 2d6+3 Shiho rolls 2D6+3: 2 4 +3 = 9 (I get a penalty when he tries to grab me?) <@Brett> ( -1 for each free arm he has that you don't. ) (Ah, okay!) (Yeah, multi-arms get a good grappling setup.) <@Brett> [The fomori zomb... meh, I'ma just call it a fomorbie. The fomorbie scoops Shiho up, wrapping its arms around her and squeezing her against his chest. Her spine protests in agony.] <@Brett> ( How much agony, I'm not sure, because I forget how much damage it does o.o ) (How much damage a lock does?) (ACV damage, plus any focused damage/super strengthy type stuff.) (IIRC.) <@Brett> ( Yeah. Does it... ok, was wondering if super strength applied. ) * Shiho screams regardless of how much it hurts, because a frankenformobie has grabbed her and is holding on to her. (SS gives +1 to the damage multiplier per level) (It has no relevant DM unless you statted it, so...) (Normal Unarmed Damage.) (So if you gave them the CT that makes their unarmed attacks have a weapon rating.) (Then SS applies.) (Otherwise, nope.) <@Brett> [In which case Shiho can feel her bones straining under the pressure, and at the least she's going to have a hard time walking for a while after this.] <@Brett> [Sonia!] <@Brett> ( Though not so hard that it involves penalties. :X I just wanted to be clear that it's quite a lot of damage :o ) * Sonia sighs and says, "Anyone got anything on his little shield?" * Sonia pulls out an explosive bead and tosses it at the head of the one grabbing Shiho. Maybe that'll fix it. <@Brett> ( Ummmm ) (How does that not blow up Shiho too?) <@Brett> ( Are you SURE you want to toss explosives at its head while it's grabbing Shiho? o.o ) (Because it's a giant zombie.) (Not a tiny Shiho sized zombie.) (I feel like I spent several games with my characters never getting particularly hurt and Shiho is trying to make up for it. Although that could be a faulty memory.) (Luana was generally pretty good, compared to, like, Rose and Keiko!) (My explosives are area 2. Which is 3 meters. Which is to say, I'm aiming to detonate the bomb basically high enough to blow its damn head into nonexistance.) (Yeah, Keiko was a squish tank.) (Since 3 meters is ~10 feet.) <@Brett> ( I dunno, Luana did have a nasty encounter with a giant spider once ) (And they are 10 feet tall.) (Yeah, but that's the only one I can think of. And I don't think Alys ever really got hurt.) <@Brett> ( I'm going to need a demo roll in addition to an attack roll, then ) (RE-check: The ceilings are 14 feet tall?) <@Brett> ( She's pressed right against him. Sonia would have to be EXTREMELY good with her explosives to ensure she didn't get hit. ) (Then I'm just going to throw it _at the ceiling directly above him_.) <@Brett> ( Yep ) (Which is to say, no expertise at all.) <@Brett> ( So you're blowing up the ceiling? Because that's still kinda dangerous to Shiho >.> ) (Yes, if taking 30 damge will destroy ceiling, which it won't by the rules in the book, then I'll blow up the ceiling.) <@Brett> ( I'm sorry, but if you want it to explode at a precise distance, I'm still going to need a demo roll. ) 2d6+7 Sonia rolls 2D6+7: 6 6 +7 = 19 (There's the demo roll.) (Full attack.) <@Brett> ( K, that's a crit so you can put it anywhere you want :P ) (Yay. Does that mean I don't have to roll the targetted shot for blowing off his head?) (Or am I still at penalty?) (I'm pretty sure his head is in radius!) (I agree, but since this is now under non-combat rules, I kinda have to ask.) <@Brett> ( No, it just means you won't hit Shiho for sure. ) (Alright. Full attack for the head, then.) 2d6+6 Sonia rolls 2D6+6: 1 1 +6 = 8 (Yeah. See you next week. 9_9) (Ow) <@Brett> ( And that's a crit fail ._. ) (Hooray. I'm infinitely competent and infinitely incompetent.) (Say it hits where the crit success spot is and then doesn't detonate (critfail). I can follow up on that.) (Whatever happens happens, move along, we have combat to finish.) (Sonia has reached zen) <@Brett> [Sonia tosses her bead! It flies preciesly where she wanted it to. And then keeps going, bouncing off the wall before landing with a quiet 'klak' on the ground.] <@Brett> [Gordo] (GREAT CRIT SUCCESS) (Or, you know, I can't because it bounced away.) (best friend) * Gordo simply attempts to shoot his head off. 2 2d6+3 (A crit success that is no better than a normal success? Yeah.) 2d6+3 Gordo rolls 2D6+3: 4 5 +3 = 12 2d6+3 Gordo rolls 2D6+3: 3 5 +3 = 11 <@Brett> ( On the bright side, I didn't have the thing blow up in your hand either. ) <@Brett> [Gordo blasts two large holes in the fomorbi's head. But its head doesn't pop like the other zombies' did, and even with only half of it left, the thing still seems functioning.] <@Brett> [Montana!] (Yes, Brett, on the bright side you didn't TPK us on whimsy. Hoo-rah.) <@Brett> ( Not on whimsy. On crit fail. ) That's cheating! (mm-hmm.) * Montana switches his aim from Faust to the zombie-ugly's head and tries to blow off the over half. 2d6+6 Montana rolls 2D6+6: 3 3 +6 = 12 <@Brett> ( You got a crit success and a crit fail. I figured the best course of action was to cancel them out. I can try to think up something clever that harms the fomori and harms the party some how if you like, but I went with what I felt was best. ) (Just finish the combat. We can offline the argument if necessary.) <@Brett> [Montana blasts another hole in his head, leaving only the nose on down left. Yet that seems to be enough for it to keep going.] Fuck! Ever run into one of these, Nigel? <@Brett> [Doctor Faust turns to Montana. "Don't think I've forgotten you, boy!" He extends the same screaming skull smog towards Montana!] 2d6+6 Montana rolls 2D6+6: 2 3 +6 = 11 * Nigel shakes his head. "No. I am pretty sure these are Faust's own custom creations. But they just appear to be zombified fomori, they should die if you destroy their heads, just like any zombie." (Also, did my turn get skipped?) <@Brett> ( Um.... Yes ._. ) (It's okay. I'll take it now.) <@Brett> ( Ok ) * Nigel also gives up on Faust, and turns his attention to Hansel. He fires a bolt at the zombie's head. 2d6+4 Nigel rolls 2D6+4: 4 2 +4 = 10 (Bugger) (You did roll a six. Sixes are not bad.) <@Brett> [Nigel puts a bolt though the fomorbie's head -- what's left of it -- and destroys the pituitary gland, the last remaining bit of brain left. The fomorbie lets go of Shiho as it falls to the ground.] <@Brett> ( These things have a dcv of 0. It needed an 11 to avoid that :P ) (Soll roll:) 2d6+5 Montana rolls 2D6+5: 5 3 +5 = 13 * Shiho yells out curses as she hits the floor. * Nigel turns his attention briefly to Shiho. "You okay, Shiho?" <@Brett> [Meanwhile Montana gets struck by the skullish smog thing that swirls about his head. He physically staggers, nerves flairing with pain, and he gaining a pounding headache as though he's been standing in a pachinko parlour for days, but thankfully no other side effects.] <@Brett> [Shiho!] No! Fucking ow! * Shiho stumbles over towards Faust and stabs her sword out at him. It doesn't look terribly graceful. 2d6+8 Shiho rolls 2D6+8: 5 2 +8 = 15 <@Brett> [Shiho hits! But her sword is deflected off his barrier.] <@Brett> [Sonia] Oi, think he can put that in two places at once? * Shiho curses vehemently in Japanese. * Montana stumbles to one side, his vision a haze of swirling skulls, and nearly falls into the controls. * Sonia follows up Shiho's sword attack by stepping up and swinging her fist around to try and hit him. "Doesn't matter." 2d6+9 Sonia rolls 2D6+9: 3 5 +9 = 17 <@Brett> [Sonia's punch hits the wall! And then it shatters like invisible glass, it it continues through to sock Faust on the chin. "Ow!"] <@Brett> [Gordo!] * Sonia 's fist also explodes kinetically, because that's what it does. She gets a thin mirthless grin on her face. Yer right! * Gordo attempts to gun down an old man! 2d6+6 Gordo rolls 2D6+6: 3 3 +6 = 12 2d6+6 Gordo rolls 2D6+6: 1 2 +6 = 9 (I don't crit fail!) <@Brett> [Gordo doesn't crit fail! But he does send two bullets into the wall behind Faust.] <@Brett> [Montana!] * Montana is narrowly not shot, which is good. He turns and squints at Faust through the pain, then snaps his whip at the old man's legs, trying to trip him and then shoot him while he's down. 2d6+6 Montana rolls 2D6+6: 4 1 +6 = 11 2d6+6 Montana rolls 2D6+6: 2 4 +6 = 12 <@Brett> [Montana's head must still be ringing from the smoggy skulls, because he misses Faust's legs. He does manage to put a bullet in the old man's shoulder, though, and it's about now you start to notice: He doesn't bleed.] <@Brett> [Nigel!] * Nigel drops his crossbow and draws his sword, rushing forward next to Shiho, taking a quick look at her and then swinging at Faust. (I'm full attacking) 2d6+9 Nigel rolls 2D6+9: 3 1 +9 = 13 (I will use my last DR if I need to) <@Brett> [Nigel drives his sword through Faust's shoulder. The old man cries out, then glares at Nigel. "Boy.... You just made a big mistake. No one makes enemies with Doctor Johann Faustus and lives. No one." And then he falls over dead. So much for that.] * Nigel sighs and rushes over to Shiho, looking her over. "Did you get bit?" * Montana shakes his head, trying to clear it. * Sonia shakes her hand and asks, "With what, his second mouth?" * Gordo makes his way over to Monty. "You alright?" * Shiho sits down on the floor. The sitting process looks a little like falling. "No, no bites. Just squished. How do we get Cathanza out of there?" Yeah... jus' got a headache. Those skulls. * Nigel shakes his head. "I'm not sure." He gets up and heads over to the control panel. "I'll try and figure it out." <@Brett> ( Seriously, don't go to pachinko parlors >.> ) * Sonia heads over to scoop up her loose explosive, then off to head over and look at the controls with Nigel. * Montana blinks, then brings his hand to the side of the mask, trying to adjust the sensory input. "'s in German or somethin'," he says to Nigel as he heads over. (Pretty smoky.) <@Brett> ( I had to drag my brother outside just to ask him a question. ) (They are LOUD.) (That does sound pretty loud) <@Brett> ( We couldn't hear each other at a yell. ) <@Brett> [Nigel finds that the console is indeed in German, and consists of levers, knobs and buttons like an old fashion science machine from a movie, rather than a proper computer.] 2d6+9 Nigel rolls 2D6+9: 6 1 +9 = 16 * Gordo leaves the mad science to the experts. "Hey Shiho, can I borrow you for a bit?" Yes. One moment. * Shiho looks down at the floor, sighs, and gets to her feet. It takes her a few seconds longer than usual. "Alright, what can I do for you?" she asks as she sheathes her sword. <@Brett> [Despite not reading the language, Nigel somehow manages to figure out what the controls do. It seems the machine is actually on, though there's no flashing lights or noise to indicate it. There is a tiny screen that reads "81%" and rising.] * Montana hovers by Nigel, once things clear a bit. "Figure it out?" Given everything else in this bloody place, I'd feel a lot safer if this old fool and his head were seperated. * Gordo nudges Faust with the toe of his boot. * Nigel nods and pulls a level. "Yeah. I think so." (*lever) * Shiho unsheathes her sword again. "Yeah, I get you. Gods, this job." <@Brett> [At the touch of Gordo's boot, Faust's skin falls off his bones, turning to a fine dust almost instantly. Not three seconds later, his bones follow, leaving only a robe and some powder.] * Gordo jumps back. "THE BLOODY HELL?!" * Shiho stares at the corpse, then sheathes her sword one more time. She is too sore to jump or be surprised. "This -job-." * Sonia looks around for the knocked away walking stick. * Montana looks back. "Gordo, wha- oh." <@Brett> [Nigel pulls the lever! The liquid drains and the doors on the tubes pop open, ejecting both Cathanza and Maric. Cathanza stays still when she hits the ground, but Maric suddenly screams, his body spasming like electrically shocked.] * Montana then hears a scream and his gun is back in his hand, and aimed squarely at Maric. Ye- yeah. Think we can get a no more und- Oh what now? * Gordo points his gun as well. * Shiho reaches for her sword, obviously decides it's too much effort, and draws her gun instead. (srsly walking stick) 2d6+11 Nigel rolls 2D6+11: 6 3 +11 = 20 <@Brett> [Maric suddenly stands, yelling at the sky. Then heads INTO the sky, rapidly bolting upward and flying clear through the roof. In seconds, he's out of sight.] * Montana stares. That was so weird he didn't even shoot the dude. (The cane's still here, right Brett?) * Gordo stares at the hole. "... I don't even care. I refuse to care. I am not drunk enough to care." <@Brett> ( The cane is still there. ) Amen to that. * Sonia picks it the fuck up and says, "Something for your collection of random magic crap, Nigel. Or maybe it's just crap. Either way, its ours now." * Nigel quickly glances at Maric and shakes his head. "I wasn't fast enough" then he glances back at Shiho and the place where Faust used to be and sighs. "Bloody hell..." he says more in an annoyed, knowing sort of way... "I should have known..." Known what? He's more of a puppet than that Count guy? * Montana goes to scoop up Cathanza, putting her in a fireman's carry. * Nigel shakes his head. "No. No such luck. That was Faust, but he was a lich. Which means, first, he is incredibly powerful, and second, he is almost definitely not permanently dead." Great. <@Brett> ( Montana fails, as he's not a fireman. ) So that makes, what. Four stupidly powerful people we've found so far. And a people-eating darkness thing. <@Brett> ( :> ) Even more not enough drinks. Let's get her home and then find some. Christ all-fucking mighty, good thing I'm not here for firepower, or I'd feel *really* fucking outmatched. Let's get the hell out of here before someone steals my hat. * Nigel nods. "Yeah. But that's actually not a bad average for me... Although the power level of these guys is... well... exceptional even by my standards." What the hell's a lich? (I don't think it works that way, Brett. ;P) Yes, definitely, back to a castle owned by a counting puppet. * Sonia looks over at Montana carrying Breasts McFadden over his shoulders and says, "Well, she got what she wanted anyway, eh, Monty?" * Montana snorts, but he's probably got a smile on his face under that mask. "Too bad she ain't awake, right?" * Nigel shrugs at Sonia. "A necromancer that has found a way of making himself immortal, essentially. The reason he disappeared is that he has stored a part of his being, as it were, in an object called a phylactery. We would need to find and destroy that before he can be killed." * Montana heads on out, hopefully not into zombies or a firefight. Joy. * Sonia holds up the staff. "This an phylactery?" (a, it's an a word.) * Gordo follows Monty. (shut up) 2d6+11 Nigel rolls 2D6+11: 6 2 +11 = 19 * Shiho follows the others, slower than usual. <@Brett> ( End? ) * Nigel shrugs. "Could be, but I am almost positive that it is not, nor is the robe." He follows as well, though he stays behind with Shiho. "I am begining to wish that we were encountering your expertise, instead of mine." (Sure) <@Brett> [You emerge outside, where you find a pile of bodies in military uniform. Also a familiar pupper. "Sixteen! Sixteen unconscious guards! Ah, Ah, Ah!" <@Brett> [End]