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Post by yendorj on Jun 10, 2018 0:27:39 GMT -5
Mr. Colt takes it in stride. "Your past here was in flux, resulting in memory loss, either from that, or the plane crash, removing your knowledge of having met us here. No doubt, the older you, who is fine, just deeply unconscious, is in a coma due to your close proximity to one another. Thus, removing any advantage we may have had from you knowing the outcome before hand."
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Post by dakota on Jun 14, 2018 6:26:53 GMT -5
"I'm thinking you better start explaining." Lex suggested, goving Rex a look of confusion. "A state of what? Someone really needs to tell us what is really going on here, because none of this is making much sense."
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Post by Mierin on Jun 14, 2018 11:21:14 GMT -5
Vivian looks confused at Rex's explanation. "Are you related to this gentleman here?" However, when the newcomer says they have to get to a save haven, she nods and says "Lead the way."
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Post by doc on Jun 14, 2018 22:19:27 GMT -5
"No, Mr. Colt, Steelfist...and Steelfist." The White Painted Powell offered. "I am Arnold Powell. When I was brought to Kalabaru, it was my mind that made the journey into a copy of my body. And that damaged shell...." He pointed to his unconscious form. "Is just that, a shell. I don't believe I will be going back. Frankly, while I sought to be reunited in this form, I did not expect it to happen when we entered the atmosphere. I apologize for not anticipating that. Now, let us move forward. Oh, and be careful - you will find yourselves much stronger and faster here than on Earth."
(GM note: Add that roll bonus to your strength, plus that numberx10 to your SDC, and triple your speed attribute)
Palmer hopped out of the rocket. "Hurry."
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Post by Mierin on Jun 17, 2018 15:25:28 GMT -5
Vivian blinks at Powell's explanation and fights the urge to sigh. 'I have a headache.' Shaking her head, she follows Powell and says quietly, "Lead the way."
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Post by dakota on Jun 18, 2018 21:15:45 GMT -5
Lex put a hand on Vivian shoulder as she started to follow, "Let me go first. My armour can soak up more damage than yours if this is a trap, and your bow is much better for sniping at a distance than my trencher. Not to mention, Matt will likely shoot me if I let you go first and you get hurt." He smirked beneath his cowl as he raised it before following Powell out the hatch.
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Post by yendorj on Jun 19, 2018 22:19:32 GMT -5
Lady Abeline: "Just like your theory on undersea exploration."
Mr. Colt: "Atlantis does exist, hush."
Careful of their new strength and speed, climb out, following their 'new' guide, Powell.
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Post by doc on Jun 20, 2018 19:57:09 GMT -5
The group exited the vehicle as Powell guided you deeper into the forest. "There will be another patrol by, and they will find that rocket. With luck, they'll take it back to the palace."
"How is that lucky?" Matt asked.
"Simple: we're going to hitch a ride and use it to kill the emperor."
Matt sighed. "Knew I was gonna hate the answer."
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Post by Mierin on Jun 24, 2018 19:59:55 GMT -5
"How are you planning on us hitching a ride without us being detected?" Vivian asks quietly.
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Post by yendorj on Jun 25, 2018 14:07:22 GMT -5
"Trojan Horse?"
"Trojan Horse."
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Post by doc on Jun 27, 2018 20:33:22 GMT -5
Powell smiled. "Exactly, Trojan Horse."
Matt sighed. "I don't exactly feel good about this."
Powell gestured to his friends to take his comatose Earth-born body. "They'll take him to our hideout. Now, we need to lie in wait for the patrol to come."
"And then?" Augustus Mayerts spoke up.
"A leap of Faith."
"And feeling worse now." Matt sighed.
(Roll for prowl, concealment, or similar, to hide yourselves from detection)
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Post by Mierin on Jun 30, 2018 18:28:50 GMT -5
Vivian asks quietly, "How exactly do you plan on smuggling us there?"
prowl: cUpx5nDv1d100 (50%)1d100
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Post by dakota on Jul 1, 2018 7:29:27 GMT -5
Prowl JfIpR__41d100 (/45)
Lex did not like the loose plan that was coming together, but there were too many factors they did not know to come up with a much better one. "How do we get back in the rocket once they have it without being detected?"1d100
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Post by yendorj on Jul 4, 2018 22:33:01 GMT -5
kVPssIdb1d100 Prowl 86% 1d100 Concealment 74%
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Post by doc on Jul 10, 2018 7:54:13 GMT -5
Powell smirked. "It'll be quite simple, really. Follow my lead."
sKeXMVby1d20
After 20 minutes laying in wait, you could see a quartet of vehicles in the air. They had open cockpits, each with a pair of the pale, 10 foot tall men in their black insect armor. Each craft had four pairs of thin black insectlike wings rapidly moving back and forth to provide flight and the ability to hover. Rex could identify them for what they were: ornithopters - machines designed to fly by mimicing the motions of wings. Each ornithopter took a position and harpooned a section of the rocket. The quartet of craft then began to lift the rocket.
"Now." Powell crouched low, then sprung up in a 20 foot vertical leap to clothesline the two troopers in the nearest craft.
Matt and Augustus Mayerts took out the furthest craft from the group's position; Augustus landed a blow that shattered his larger opponent, while Matt cleaved through a soldier with his tomahawk.1d20
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