Helicopter Crash at the rock outcropping, Ophelia, Big Joe, Mercer
The trio more or less reached the outcroppibg of rocks where the helicopter crashed. Quite near not more than 10 feet away the leyline popped and crackled. It seemed like the line was holding energy at this point rather than dispersing it along the rest of it. The scene of the crash was horrific, twelve mangled bodies of the coalition research team were strewn across the rocky outcropping covered in the smoldering wreckage of the helicopter (Black Lightening model). At first it looked like all hands went down but incremental movement and soft moans for help from some of the passangers quickly revealed not all hope was lost. Or was it?
A male on the ground, half his face burned, and his body lodged between plates of metal, cried out to the would be rescuers, “Forget us…. Argghh…. The canister, take it back to Fort Eldorado…. In the aft section, Sanchez… You’ll be a her-“ It was almost like he was delerious, but seeing the team at the crash site his words caught in his throat. “Prosek’s B…. It had to be you eh Mercer?” The familiarity in his voice was all steel peppered with hatred. Somehow, through the pain of a broken arm he managed to raise his laser pistol. What could be seen of the man’s insignia would put him at General. “What did I tell you when you left our division Mercer, I’d kill you…. Argghh…” The general’s arm fell and his head went limp. He slipped into unconsciousness but still gulping in shallow breaths.
Amazingly, and surely a credit to the CS manufacturing team in Iron Heart, the pilot, copilot and six passangers in the main fore compartment were in some critical state of barely hanging onto life. Quick action would be needed to stabilize the lot. The aft section seemed a bit worse off than the fore, the group could see four decimated bodies. One of them had a death grip on an intact silver canister. Their bodies were marred beyond recognition. There was nothing the team could do for those four…
But then the dead in the aft moved! All four twitched and rose as one as if puppets having their strings pulls. Three shambled towards the group, while the one with the canister shambled in the opposite direction looking for a way off the rocky out cropping!
Dramatic Task: save the dying CS
There are eight possible wounded people to save, so 8 tokens and you have one round to stabilize as many as possoble. Every success and raise you achieve is one token or person stabilized.
Skill: the skill must in some form be able to heal wounds or stabilize. So arcane skill is fine if the character has the heal power. Or you can use the heal skill.
This skill roll is made with a modifier: -2, there is some trouble on the rocky outcropping that is making the task a bit difficult.
Support your self: spend a benny and you can roll an appropriate skill In support of your self(The support roll skill is rolled at -1, and does not share the speed bonus). This can grant up to a +2 bonus to your heal attempt. If you choose an attack roll as the support skill and score one success you also kill one zombie. This is essentially a free action.
Directions:
1) Support yourself (spend a benny)
2) Heal skill roll
3) Narate what it all looks like.
The trio more or less reached the outcroppibg of rocks where the helicopter crashed. Quite near not more than 10 feet away the leyline popped and crackled. It seemed like the line was holding energy at this point rather than dispersing it along the rest of it. The scene of the crash was horrific, twelve mangled bodies of the coalition research team were strewn across the rocky outcropping covered in the smoldering wreckage of the helicopter (Black Lightening model). At first it looked like all hands went down but incremental movement and soft moans for help from some of the passangers quickly revealed not all hope was lost. Or was it?
A male on the ground, half his face burned, and his body lodged between plates of metal, cried out to the would be rescuers, “Forget us…. Argghh…. The canister, take it back to Fort Eldorado…. In the aft section, Sanchez… You’ll be a her-“ It was almost like he was delerious, but seeing the team at the crash site his words caught in his throat. “Prosek’s B…. It had to be you eh Mercer?” The familiarity in his voice was all steel peppered with hatred. Somehow, through the pain of a broken arm he managed to raise his laser pistol. What could be seen of the man’s insignia would put him at General. “What did I tell you when you left our division Mercer, I’d kill you…. Argghh…” The general’s arm fell and his head went limp. He slipped into unconsciousness but still gulping in shallow breaths.
Amazingly, and surely a credit to the CS manufacturing team in Iron Heart, the pilot, copilot and six passangers in the main fore compartment were in some critical state of barely hanging onto life. Quick action would be needed to stabilize the lot. The aft section seemed a bit worse off than the fore, the group could see four decimated bodies. One of them had a death grip on an intact silver canister. Their bodies were marred beyond recognition. There was nothing the team could do for those four…
But then the dead in the aft moved! All four twitched and rose as one as if puppets having their strings pulls. Three shambled towards the group, while the one with the canister shambled in the opposite direction looking for a way off the rocky out cropping!
Mercer meets General Daveed Davies Maverick
To see the general again, like this, was it something Mercer was ever truly prepared for? The General Belonged to one of the founding families of the Coalition and was as a keen observor of the arcane as any. But his strength lay in his creative thinking of how to pervert the arcane to some advantage for the coalition. Rumors abound as to what his fingers were into. From Juicer uprising, to the Xictic Anti-Monster Hunter.
Ophelia
A wave of arcane energies was unleashed by someone near. Those Bodies turned zombies were being ensorcelled by someone!
Big Joe
You cannot shake this feeling you are being stalked. Once at the rock outcropping you thought you saw something dart in-between two trees close to the rock outcropping.
Science or occult either at -2
Ok folks, lets do a bit of a dramatic task time. Each of your posts below has a modifier granted by the speed you were able to get to the crash site. The task also has a negative modifier caused by the trouble the shambling zombies represent. You got an explosive rift on your hands.
Dramatic Task: save the dying CS
There are eight possible wounded people to save, so 8 tokens and you have one round to stabilize as many as possoble. Every success and raise you achieve is one token or person stabilized.
Skill: the skill must in some form be able to heal wounds or stabilize. So arcane skill is fine if the character has the heal power. Or you can use the heal skill.
This skill roll is made with a modifier: -2, there is some trouble on the rocky outcropping that is making the task a bit difficult.
Support your self: spend a benny and you can roll an appropriate skill In support of your self(The support roll skill is rolled at -1, and does not share the speed bonus). This can grant up to a +2 bonus to your heal attempt. If you choose an attack roll as the support skill and score one success you also kill one zombie. This is essentially a free action.
Directions:
1) Support yourself (spend a benny)
2) Heal skill roll
3) Narate what it all looks like.
Domes, combat, Clark, Antipas, Cass, Tasura, and Luke
The semi translucent white domes jutted out of the forest floor just fifty feet from a sparkling crackling leyline. An unnatural audible crackle and pop was coming from the line. From the forest floor as you approached it was clear that the Domes had to be at least thirty feet tall. Shadows would appear on the left one from time to time while nothing it seemed was in the right. The group only got 25” from the domes when they encountered forces sent my the Federation of Magic.
The two Domes’ entry doors were facing each other separated by about 20ft of cleared brush. The door on the left opened. A man wearing a CS uniform ran out screaming as he tried desperately tried to get something off his back, “It’s on me, it’s on me! Get it off!!!” He fell to the ground his screaming became more of a murmur.
At the closest side of the left Dome a horrifying amalgamation of someone who used to be a juicer but now an undead horror burst through the translucent wall wielding a pair of vibro blades one in each hand, It growled “Flesh!!”, another one popped out behind him similarly adorned. Both looked at the group of heroes approaching and began to advance upon them.
From up in one of the trees no more than 10” away from the group of heroes a pair of juicers laughed. One of them, a woman in juicer plate, called down at the group. She was suspended by some kind of climbing harness, “That’s far enough. M’ name’s Jenny Jergins. Uh yeah you might was to toss down your weapons mates. Harold and Moe are pretty hungry. This area is now under the control of the Federation of Magic. Drop yer weapons and sod off.” Her eyes flared up matching the color of her wavy red hair for an instant, clearly she was nearing the end of her life. The other one, a male with a salt and pepper beard, likewise suspended was wearing a blue and black tee shirt over his plate armor. The shirt had a stylized font which read Kole Hole. This man was a bit older and he nudged his compatriot pointing down at @Cassiopeia.
The two juicers were not alone, up scattered in the trees were at least three more juicers essentially forming a tree top height picket line the group would have to go through to get to the domes. Jenny Jergins shook off her fellow juicer adamantly nudging her, and barked orders at another two juicers hiding in some brush down on the forest floor while pointing at the fallen CS soldier still murmuring and scratching at his back, “Leave it alone Stern, Kole is dead. Prepare, that one for Daxon Fell. Feds paid us good cred to bring him anything strange.” You see the two additional juicers move through the forest floor towards the fallen CS soldier in front of the open dome door. One of them called back, “You got it Jergins!”
While the two zombified juicers, also known as Murder Wraiths seemed to be lumbering towards the group approaching the domes, the rest of the Juicer’s seemed content to wait to see if weapons were about to be thrown down or fired before acting.
Forest provides -2 to hit with range due to cover.
Leyline is about 30” away.
Antipas Queen of something
Luke 10 spade
Bad guys 10 hearts(hold)
Clark 7 spade
Cass 4 diamond
Tasura 4 club
The semi translucent white domes jutted out of the forest floor just fifty feet from a sparkling crackling leyline. An unnatural audible crackle and pop was coming from the line. From the forest floor as you approached it was clear that the Domes had to be at least thirty feet tall. Shadows would appear on the left one from time to time while nothing it seemed was in the right. The group only got 25” from the domes when they encountered forces sent my the Federation of Magic.
The two Domes’ entry doors were facing each other separated by about 20ft of cleared brush. The door on the left opened. A man wearing a CS uniform ran out screaming as he tried desperately tried to get something off his back, “It’s on me, it’s on me! Get it off!!!” He fell to the ground his screaming became more of a murmur.
At the closest side of the left Dome a horrifying amalgamation of someone who used to be a juicer but now an undead horror burst through the translucent wall wielding a pair of vibro blades one in each hand, It growled “Flesh!!”, another one popped out behind him similarly adorned. Both looked at the group of heroes approaching and began to advance upon them.
From up in one of the trees no more than 10” away from the group of heroes a pair of juicers laughed. One of them, a woman in juicer plate, called down at the group. She was suspended by some kind of climbing harness, “That’s far enough. M’ name’s Jenny Jergins. Uh yeah you might was to toss down your weapons mates. Harold and Moe are pretty hungry. This area is now under the control of the Federation of Magic. Drop yer weapons and sod off.” Her eyes flared up matching the color of her wavy red hair for an instant, clearly she was nearing the end of her life. The other one, a male with a salt and pepper beard, likewise suspended was wearing a blue and black tee shirt over his plate armor. The shirt had a stylized font which read Kole Hole. This man was a bit older and he nudged his compatriot pointing down at @Cassiopeia.
The two juicers were not alone, up scattered in the trees were at least three more juicers essentially forming a tree top height picket line the group would have to go through to get to the domes. Jenny Jergins shook off her fellow juicer adamantly nudging her, and barked orders at another two juicers hiding in some brush down on the forest floor while pointing at the fallen CS soldier still murmuring and scratching at his back, “Leave it alone Stern, Kole is dead. Prepare, that one for Daxon Fell. Feds paid us good cred to bring him anything strange.” You see the two additional juicers move through the forest floor towards the fallen CS soldier in front of the open dome door. One of them called back, “You got it Jergins!”
While the two zombified juicers, also known as Murder Wraiths seemed to be lumbering towards the group approaching the domes, the rest of the Juicer’s seemed content to wait to see if weapons were about to be thrown down or fired before acting.
Xander for Luke
”Luke, I have finished my two day analysis of the sludge and have determined it’s origon. It is b-…” Xander went quiet and for a brief second the suit lost all power. Xander returned, “Warning power at critical levels. Reserves almost depleted. Dumping memory to preserve core functions. Warning…” The suit was starting to became heavy and movement lethargic. Luke new he needed to find power soon or quite possibly in three days it would become his metallic tomb. Vigor roll or suffer level of fatigue as your habit for power kicks in.
Notice
Ok so we are in combat, I laid out the cards and a place for you to post below, neither side is surprised. In the left dome a series of humanoid figures rose one by one till a dozen of them were standing upright. You could not really see who or what they were. They appeared as black shadows against the white translucent domes.
Forest provides -2 to hit with range due to cover.
Leyline is about 30” away.
Antipas Queen of something
Luke 10 spade
Bad guys 10 hearts(hold)
Clark 7 spade
Cass 4 diamond
Tasura 4 club