Int 4 React 3: 7
5, 3, 1, 6, 3, 1, 5: 3 hits.
/Preemptive initiative
Pete's first shadowrun adventure: Tierra madre
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Roman Totale
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Stop that deject! pants! 
The blob is very roughly man sized and shaped, more like a pile of scab, peeled flesh and guts stacked into a shape akin to a children's drawing of a nightmare person. It shrieks and wails, cutting across the senses like a band saw. It's appeared in the central isle below one of the ripples on the roof.
The blue robe slams to a halt, falling over in his haste, sliding forward on his back to a few metres away from the blob. It lunges forward and engulfs him in a tide of flesh and blood. When it recedes it has stripped his body to the waist of flesh, his legs remain standing for a second until the bones and robe pull them to the floor. It screams some more.
At the back the blue robe who got a fright from pants recovers his senses, then his head explodes. Bits of brain hovering in the air as the bloody stump of his neck sprays more blood into the cloud forming in the room.
Amidst the screaming of the blob a dull *phut* sound is heard again and another robe goes down gurgling blood into the air with his chest a bloody ruin, he's not dead, but you can see his blood pumping out and upward into the air in a steady heavy stream. He'll be dead in a minute.
Faustus drags himself to his feet and his robe lights again.* The floor around him is covered in black tarry goo and lots of shining broken fragments. As he stands you see the end of his arm is bloody ruin, the hand torn from him in his desperate attempt to evade death. He was only moderately successful, the bullet looks to have torn his hand off and carried on tearing the right side of his face off. He has no ear, eye and in part skull left.
As he staggers to his feet copious amounts of black tar pour from his wounds, he points toward the back of the room and screams through ruined lips
With snake like speed he slashes the throat of the woman sitting silently staring and finishes the move with a flourish that flicks the blood away from the blade into the air, all in one nimble movement that seems at odds with his huge frame and ruined body.
Round 4! -1 power +2 drain.
*-3 for ranged spell/shooting and and astral or physical examination
Faustus
Roman
Pants
Wicca
Blob
Blue Robes
Blob
The blob is very roughly man sized and shaped, more like a pile of scab, peeled flesh and guts stacked into a shape akin to a children's drawing of a nightmare person. It shrieks and wails, cutting across the senses like a band saw. It's appeared in the central isle below one of the ripples on the roof.
The blue robe slams to a halt, falling over in his haste, sliding forward on his back to a few metres away from the blob. It lunges forward and engulfs him in a tide of flesh and blood. When it recedes it has stripped his body to the waist of flesh, his legs remain standing for a second until the bones and robe pull them to the floor. It screams some more.
At the back the blue robe who got a fright from pants recovers his senses, then his head explodes. Bits of brain hovering in the air as the bloody stump of his neck sprays more blood into the cloud forming in the room.
Amidst the screaming of the blob a dull *phut* sound is heard again and another robe goes down gurgling blood into the air with his chest a bloody ruin, he's not dead, but you can see his blood pumping out and upward into the air in a steady heavy stream. He'll be dead in a minute.
Faustus drags himself to his feet and his robe lights again.* The floor around him is covered in black tarry goo and lots of shining broken fragments. As he stands you see the end of his arm is bloody ruin, the hand torn from him in his desperate attempt to evade death. He was only moderately successful, the bullet looks to have torn his hand off and carried on tearing the right side of his face off. He has no ear, eye and in part skull left.
As he staggers to his feet copious amounts of black tar pour from his wounds, he points toward the back of the room and screams through ruined lips
He draws a long silvered blade from under his robes, Curling script etched down the blade and hilt studded with a large ruby that seems to stare like a baleful eye.Professor Faustus wrote:You think this is it?! This is only the beginning! Mother nature won't help you! You're not one of her creatures any more! You'll be consumed by the dark and take my place!
These creatures here may not see you! But I do! And I will end you!
With snake like speed he slashes the throat of the woman sitting silently staring and finishes the move with a flourish that flicks the blood away from the blade into the air, all in one nimble movement that seems at odds with his huge frame and ruined body.
Round 4! -1 power +2 drain.
*-3 for ranged spell/shooting and and astral or physical examination
Faustus
Roman
Pants
Wicca
Blob
Blue Robes
Blob
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Roman Totale
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I'll fling a horse 5 Manabolt at Faustus. I assume the power debuff will just be taken off the damage?
Magic (5) + Spellcasting (5) - Debuff (3)
2, 2, 6, 2, 4, 6, 3: 2 hits.
Drain resist
Intuition (5) + Willpower (3) + Focused Concentration (2) - Debuff (2)
5, 5, 4, 6, 4, 6, 1, 2: 4 hits.
So then, do I take one stun damage because it was horse 5, or damage because I only got 2 hits?
Magic (5) + Spellcasting (5) - Debuff (3)
2, 2, 6, 2, 4, 6, 3: 2 hits.
Drain resist
Intuition (5) + Willpower (3) + Focused Concentration (2) - Debuff (2)
5, 5, 4, 6, 4, 6, 1, 2: 4 hits.
So then, do I take one stun damage because it was horse 5, or damage because I only got 2 hits?
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HereComesPete
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The buffs/debuffs are fixed numbers not dice to roll, applied after rolling.
You're already at 3 stun Roman so you're looking at negative modifying dice.
I re-rolled your drain for you and got 5 hits. (better than your unmodified roll, maybe I should try different dice!) So you resisted all spell drain. There's just the 2 drain from being in the room and performing magic.
Roman you are now at 5 stun boxes, modifiers need to be applied again.
I can't remember all of Faustus' numbers so I'll tell you what happens when I get in tonight!
You're already at 3 stun Roman so you're looking at negative modifying dice.
I re-rolled your drain for you and got 5 hits. (better than your unmodified roll, maybe I should try different dice!) So you resisted all spell drain. There's just the 2 drain from being in the room and performing magic.
Roman you are now at 5 stun boxes, modifiers need to be applied again.
I can't remember all of Faustus' numbers so I'll tell you what happens when I get in tonight!
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Roman Totale
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Almost wish I'd taken natural weapons instead of psychokinesis now, but I'm not sure I want to get so close. I'll just level another swamp gas at him instead.
Exotic Weapon 6 + Agility (Samedi) 6 + Agility (Jasper) 3 = 15
3, 5, 4, 1, 5, 4, 5, 4, 6, 6, 6, 2, 3, 2, 1: 6 hits. (3 for the -3 debuff from lighty robes)
Exotic Weapon 6 + Agility (Samedi) 6 + Agility (Jasper) 3 = 15
3, 5, 4, 1, 5, 4, 5, 4, 6, 6, 6, 2, 3, 2, 1: 6 hits. (3 for the -3 debuff from lighty robes)
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HereComesPete
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Woah!
Appear to have fallen asleep as opposed to updating. Still, wrote it all down and now I'm in work I'll do this instead of actual work, far more interesting!
Another shot flies into Faustus, he parries the shot, rolling the sword through his wrists and flicking the bullet to one side, he isn't quite fast enough for the second one though, it catches him high in the chest and he slumps to one knee.
Screaming he staggers to his feet, takes a step back and launches himself forward, leaping the length of the room towards the back of the room, landing metres away from all of you. The heavy wooden floor splintering under the weight of the impact.
He's crawling now as Roman's and the Pant's spells smash into him, his broken form is wracked as magic bursts within him, all his defences torn from him by his desperate act. He screams and coughs a huge mouthful of thick black goo onto the ground as the destructive horses tear his innards.
The thick heavy swamp air hits him. He explodes into chunks, the aging effect manifesting as the smell of a charnel house, maggots crawling across the battered remains of his corpse.
The blue robe all flare as their master is torn apart. Most of them collapse in fits, spitting blood as their eyes roll back in their head. The one that got aged by Pant's last attack explodes in a similar way to his master, the psychic backwash too much for him to handle in his weakened state.
The blobs start screaming as strange patterns form in the ceiling, whatever magic was at work is here is rapidly unraveling now its focus is gone. Random spears of dark greasy energy stab from the ceiling, looking like black lightning as it stabs down into the room.
The wicca who has been shouting instructions turns again
Everyone in the house make a willpower test please, if you possess counterspelling dice add them.
Appear to have fallen asleep as opposed to updating. Still, wrote it all down and now I'm in work I'll do this instead of actual work, far more interesting!
Another shot flies into Faustus, he parries the shot, rolling the sword through his wrists and flicking the bullet to one side, he isn't quite fast enough for the second one though, it catches him high in the chest and he slumps to one knee.
Screaming he staggers to his feet, takes a step back and launches himself forward, leaping the length of the room towards the back of the room, landing metres away from all of you. The heavy wooden floor splintering under the weight of the impact.
He takes a step and falls forward, throwing his sword at the doors as he does. It flies straight and true and disappears through the open door.Professor Faustus wrote:So this is it? How I end?
I think not!
He's crawling now as Roman's and the Pant's spells smash into him, his broken form is wracked as magic bursts within him, all his defences torn from him by his desperate act. He screams and coughs a huge mouthful of thick black goo onto the ground as the destructive horses tear his innards.
The thick heavy swamp air hits him. He explodes into chunks, the aging effect manifesting as the smell of a charnel house, maggots crawling across the battered remains of his corpse.
The blue robe all flare as their master is torn apart. Most of them collapse in fits, spitting blood as their eyes roll back in their head. The one that got aged by Pant's last attack explodes in a similar way to his master, the psychic backwash too much for him to handle in his weakened state.
The blobs start screaming as strange patterns form in the ceiling, whatever magic was at work is here is rapidly unraveling now its focus is gone. Random spears of dark greasy energy stab from the ceiling, looking like black lightning as it stabs down into the room.
The wicca who has been shouting instructions turns again
She doesn't finish before a seemingly random bolt of the dark energy smashes her across the room, she slides to a halt after crashing through some still unresisting crowd members.Wicca wrote:The beast is dead! Now run before it...
Everyone in the house make a willpower test please, if you possess counterspelling dice add them.
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The entire house seems to be shaking as whatever horses that have been unleashed by Faustus' death take their toll.
The black lightning is arcing between the wildly flashing lights, earthing into the heavy wooden floor with the sound of heavy electrical discharge and the smell of iron and blood.
The keening of the blobs has reached a pitch whre it appears to be making the very fabric of reality write in agony, the air is still thick with accumulted magic. It rolls across the room like thick oil on the surface of water. The noise from the blobs reaches a crescendo, lights bursting and walls melting you're all smashed to the ground by the sheer horse of the magic as it unravels throughout the house.
None of you managed to make the roll so you're all unceremoniously dumped into an insensate torpor by the brute horse effects of the spell.
And now you'll have to wait a bit for the next update, I gots more drinking to do!
The black lightning is arcing between the wildly flashing lights, earthing into the heavy wooden floor with the sound of heavy electrical discharge and the smell of iron and blood.
The keening of the blobs has reached a pitch whre it appears to be making the very fabric of reality write in agony, the air is still thick with accumulted magic. It rolls across the room like thick oil on the surface of water. The noise from the blobs reaches a crescendo, lights bursting and walls melting you're all smashed to the ground by the sheer horse of the magic as it unravels throughout the house.
None of you managed to make the roll so you're all unceremoniously dumped into an insensate torpor by the brute horse effects of the spell.
And now you'll have to wait a bit for the next update, I gots more drinking to do!
