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Post by yendorj on Sept 6, 2023 15:16:19 GMT -5
|HJxhcCh1d100 Prowl 35%
1d100 Blind Fighting (if applicable) 40%
1d100 Tailing 45%
1d100 Strategy & Tactics 30%
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Post by doc on Sept 10, 2023 6:59:45 GMT -5
(Hunter)
Deciding that getting up close and personal would be best, The Hunter and the Old Man try to sneak up to Otto Gradl's tent. Hunter wanted to try and spare the old man the image of his son being harmed, so he took the lead. Swinging open the tent entrance he found it was empty, though he could still smell magic in the air.
The sounds of gunfire started up in the distance as the old man hissed. "We are too late, they saw us approach. We-URK!"
The Hunter saw a wound open in the Old Man's belly and blood hanging in midair, as though he had been skewered by a blade.
A voice with no body spoke in a Spanish accent. "A father tries to kill a son for his greatness. So tragic. But this is how all tragedies end? In blood, no?"
The old man falls, but the blood covered invisible blade hangs in the air, spinning around. "What strange garb you wear." The Spaniard commented on the Hunter's battle dress. "This should be interesting sport for at least one of us." The blade raised in salute. "En Garde."
(GM NOTE: Because you passed your blind fighting, and you can see the blade, you are only -3 to strike/parry/dodge instead of the usual -9).
(Sentry)
The Sentry crashed into the airfield, taking the wing off the military transport plane, even as she saw the DC-3 that carried Annika, her husband, and the Old Man's nephew pass into the clouds.
The guards opened fire. The bullets bounced from her body, and her costume wasn't even marked. She rushed the Panzer next. She'd gotten lectures from some of her "uncles" about how she shouldn't be able to just lift a car or a tank - that the weight and point loading should drive her into the ground like a tent peg. She tried to explain it to them but couldn't quite explain it; that she could feel gravity bend to her desire. The tank became lighter, her arms stronger as she hoisted the Panzer into the air. She let out a whoop as she spun around in the air with the tank's main gun in her hands. Then she simply let go, and the tank sailed in the air.
The soldiers fled away.
The Sentry landed, intending to pursue. But then she couldn't move. With the roar of gunfire dying down, she noticed another sound; chanting.
As the gunsmoke cleared, she saw the Sorcerer-Captain advance. There were 9 of his men with him; all were holding each other by the shoulders, and the two men on either side placed their hands on his epaulets. The men advanced at a slow, determined march. Otto's face was contorted with effort, as sweat soaked his face. "Vunderbar!" He gave a nervous laugh. "Even with the full power of my men behind me, you resist the constraint spell! You arrived! I suspected all along! My theories are confirmed." He smiled as he was now face to face with Sentry. "It's so obvious, now that I see you up close. The pictures our spies send do not do you justice. You are nothing less than I imagined; a goddess." He laughed again. "Yes, it all makes sense now: This is the gate to the Gods, and you were left here - your name is your title, Sentry - the last guardian, deposited here to defend them."
Sentry grimaced. The sky darkened. You could hear thunder in the distance.
(Tank)
"With your outfit, boy? Stealth is not an option." Lex chuckled as you jumped to the tent. Once you arrived, the Steelfist took the lead. The two guards for the ammo tent were reduced to a smear by two quick shots of the Trencher. "Help me set the charges." The two of you work quickly as you hear sirens, then gunfire, then a loud crash. You take a quick peak outside the tent to find a tank having landed 20 feet in front of you on its side; the force of the impact had taken the treads off.
"I am almost done here; go and free the prisoners in the cave." Uncle Lex spit out as you turned to the cave entrance and could see the remaining 10 soldiers rush towards your tent.
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Post by yendorj on Sept 20, 2023 6:50:15 GMT -5
v72AqIms1d20
Draws a Bowie knife. "En garde, yellow bellied bum." Takes the first strike.
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Post by dakota on Sept 21, 2023 21:01:19 GMT -5
"If you like it that much, maybe I should have worn the cape. Besides, they'll hear you blasting away long before they see me." Alex replied as he helped with the charges. He flinched at the loud crash, and looked out to see the remains of the Panzer, "Looks like Sentry is done playing with the tank."
He turned back, "All right, but you make sure you are well clear before you blow these charges. That little girl needs you there now just like you were always there for me Uncle." Alex smiled, and turned to leave, only to see the soldiers approaching, "We have company coming before I can help anyone. Are you done so I can bounce us out of here?" He asked as he picked up a case marked mortar shells and lobbed it high towards the approaching soldiers but so it would land behind them, unsure what it would do on impact besides draw attention
Strike XbRLSM1_1d20
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Post by doc on Sept 23, 2023 14:18:33 GMT -5
(Tank)
Alex heaved the box of mortar shells high far enough into the air that they landed when they detonated; of the ten men, 4 were felled by the blast. The remaining 6 men completed their run and tried to tackle you.
You didn't even budge from the impact.
"He is just one man! He cannot be that strong! Push harder!" One of the soldiers bellowed.
Steelfist emerged and took a moment to look at you. "I believe you can handle this by yourself. I'll go free the prisoners then?" He sighed and rushed into the cave.
(Hunter)
yTjy4snX1d20+9 (Parry)
1d20+9 (Strike)
Hunter could feel the impact of steel on steel. "You will have to do better than that, senor." The Spaniard sliced at you with the blade.
2d6+5 (Damage if hit)
Hunter could see the old man was still alive and conscious, but you knew that death was upon him; it was only a matter of time.
(Sentry)
Otto, drenched in sweat, his hands trembling but still upraised. "Magnificent. Tell me, which pantheon are you? I would like to think, given your beauty, perhaps Norse? Or do you hail from Olympus? You'd be a fine daughter of Apollo." His men reached with their free hands to produce a scroll. "I admit, I'm tempted to use the binding sacrament now on you. You alone would be a fine prize. But that is for lesser, baser men than I. I want nothing less than all your pantheons serving the Reich! And you! You will lead me to them."
The wind kept picking up. There was the sound of thunder. Even as she pressed against the constraint spell, the Sentry smiled.1d20+9·1d20+9·2d6+5
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Post by dakota on Sept 28, 2023 5:39:52 GMT -5
"I wasn't planning on scaring them into a group hug." Alex shouted back to his uncle as the six soldiers piled onto him. Instead of struggling, he lulled them into a false sense of victory for just a moment, before hooking as many as he could with his arms and leaping straight up. He did not go as high as he could, but somewhere over a hundred feet, he let go of Otto's soldiers. Those that could not get hold of him fell away, while those that did were in for a wild trip back to the surface. As he landed with ease, Alex looked at the soldiers and shrugged, "Next?"
If needed strike roll for grab/hold V3foUEpX1d201d20
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Post by yendorj on Sept 29, 2023 7:38:52 GMT -5
hvxGWr6Z1d20+3 Parry
“Better is what I’m good at.” Seeing the old man injured as he is, Hunter opts for a crippling kill shot, stabbing at the Spaniard’s shoulder.
1d20+3 Strike, Called shot. He's seeking to cripple the man's sword arm (at least temporarily).
3d6 Damage
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Post by doc on Nov 1, 2023 5:12:11 GMT -5
(Hunter)
i9ABudz51d20+9 (Parry)
"Going for my arm? You're a poor sport." He makes a kick for your leg to try and bring you down.
1d20+7 (strike)
1d6+5 (Damage if hit)
(Tank)
The men screamed as they fell out of his grasp one by one. When he returned to the ground, he could hear the moans of the men and their broken bodies as they lay around him. It took him a moment to adjust before he looked for Steelfist.
He saw him. He was on his back, clutching his gun hand; the Trencher was 10 feet away.
Standing in front of him was Wilhelm, the young soldier and brother-in-law to the Sorcerer-Captain. He held a smoking pistol in each hand - but they were no ordinary Lugers; they were connected by long metal tubes to his back, along with the armored chest plate he wore. He looked to you. "Ah, an American Ubermensch! Well, enough with playing with old toys." He spun his body around, and you could hear machinery clicking as the metal tubes pulsed. "Let's see what you can do, no?" He sneered.
Uncle Lex rolled towards you, his voice gasping. "...run, boy."
(Sentry)
Sentry chuckled.
"Did I say something funny? Is my English not good?" Otto remarked.
"You say you want to meet gods? Start by looking up."
Otto cast his eyes forward as the whirlwind scooped up him and his men. She could hear their cries, but she also heard Otto's laughter as they were cast away. Sentry could feel the constraints lifting from her as she stood on her feet. 1d20+9·1d20+7·1d6+5
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Post by yendorj on Nov 9, 2023 6:46:19 GMT -5
"Going for my arm? You're a poor sport." He makes a kick for your leg to try and bring you down. 19 + 7 = 26 (strike) 5 + 5 = 10 (Damage if hit)
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The blow to his leg brings Hunter down but he goes with the motion rather than fight it, turning it into a diving stab at the Swordsman's foot to try and pin it down to the ground.
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Post by dakota on Nov 13, 2023 2:11:54 GMT -5
Knowing he was not fast enough on his feet to close the distance, there was clearly only one option that draw the German's attention away from his uncle. "Run? I prefer to bounce." Alex said as he locked eyes with the Wilheim and smiled, "Let's play." He replied as he jumped, his trajectory low but long so it clearly put Wilheim on an impact course
Basic Math for trajectory 8QlP3bQy1d100 /60
Strike 1d20
If hits, body block/ tackle 1d4+25 + impact dmg for 450lb flying object1d100·1d20·1d4+25
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Post by doc on Nov 14, 2023 6:38:10 GMT -5
(Hunter)
Hunter feels the resistance of his blade as it goes first through boot leather before flesh and sole to the ground. The invisible swordsman wails. "I'LL KILL YOU!"
(Free action)
(Tank)
PrZAX2LD1d20+8
The Nazi soldier rolled away from your lunge with a laugh. "IMPRESSIVE! MY TURN" He fired a volley from his pistols as he rose without breaking concentration.
1d20+1
The bullets bounce off you without harm, and you see the look of surprise on your face. "Impossible! My shells are hardened! No man can be bulletproof!"1d20+8·1d20+1
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Post by dakota on Nov 17, 2023 18:02:34 GMT -5
“Is that all you’ve got?” Alex smirked, brushing himself off as the bullets bounced away. “Apparently not hard enough, but then you only brought a pistol to take on a Tank.” He snapped a punch that seemed to be short, but the force carried onward at the nazi
Force strike normal punch ecgtRtbF1d20
Dmg if hits 2d6+251d20·2d6+25
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Post by Mierin on Nov 27, 2023 22:34:24 GMT -5
Sentry raises an eyebrow as she asks Otto, "What is so funny?"
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Post by yendorj on Nov 29, 2023 7:31:06 GMT -5
SX9Qebvq1d20+4 Strike, Called Shot
Rapid quick detaches a short baton from his belt and in a backhand swing aims for the swordsman's jaw.
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Post by doc on Dec 1, 2023 6:32:03 GMT -5
(Hunter)
bhcrbCOx1d20+9
Your baton strikes true as you hear the characteristic CRACK of bone and tendon. There's the sound of the blade clattering to the ground - an amazing construction of steel with gold inlay and etchings, and a ruby the colour of blood in the pommel. The man collapsed, now visible.
The old hunter looked up at you. "You have potential."
(Sentry)
Sentry finds Otto sprawled on his back against the rocks, clearly worse for wear but not seriously injured. "What do I find funny? I travelled to this...backwater, to find the Gods, when I could have just flown to America!" He chuckled. "And look at you; young, powerful beyond imagining. You are everything I could hope for, but you clearly don't know what you are, do you?"
(Tank)
Tank's punch created a crack nearly the length of Wilhelm's chestplate. The man himself managed to keep on his feet. "Some kind of ...supernatural, aren't you? Well, I think I have the right ammunition for that." He thumbed a switch on each of his lugers and the metal tubes pulsed again. "Cold Iron and Silver. Let's see what tears you up!" He fired another volley.
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