Notice: Brucey is informally in charge of all BBQ Grills held. Only an Australian Priest of the Church of fire can do it properly :p
*On the bottom scrawled by Brucey*
"Anyone found to hold a BBQ Grill will become the main course of Brucey's next BBQ Grill. Be warned."
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As Cristoff headed for the burning section of the town he couldn't help but notice when he'd crossed the metaphorical line, houses flattened and burning, bodies every which way dead or beyond help. Cristoff noticed a childs body and going to check it discovered, much to the regret of his stomach, that the head was a dozen feet over by the collapsed remains of a well that had provided water for that part of town. Those few who had survived were weeping and nursing the blackest wounds. Wounds which would fester and decay unless they could get the aid of a healer or physician with the proper herbs. Finally he would make his way to the blackened crater where the 'shooting gallery' was.
Across the street in the ruined wall of a home Cristoff would discover his brothers blackened body, charred and missing limbs, but enough remained to identify him.
Aneura emerges from the Warehouse with little issue in time to see the smoke in the sky and the flares fired by Cristoff into the air. The air of wrongness gone. The illusions banished. Shortly after Aneura emerges General Hanus approaches from his own quarter and offers Aneura a shoulder to lean on. "This is not good. Not good at all."
Eins fought to hold back the spiders with all her skill her blade severing two legs of the smaller spider closest to her (17+7.5 vs DC 10) it hissing hate at her. One of the larger spiders charged her and attempted its own strike against her (3, modifier not calculated) failing to get its legs to grip her as they all moved on the door. The Wights of the Drow Naream however moved forwards trying to get their own hits in (4 and 10 respectively) The second only just managing to strike a spider moving into the limited space but (11) it blocked the blow.
Kasim (20 *Nat Crit, no modifiers calced*) fired his arrow at the first spider to show its ugly head and the shaft pierced the creatures forehead and it dropped to the ground flopping onto its back while its legs closed towards one another into a metaphorical cage. Another of the spiders, now able to see over it's deceased brethren spotted the two Drow. "Forget the white meats!" It screeched! "Drow animals are here! SLAY THE DARK MEATS! Pound the Slavers into ichor! Slay the Priestess of the Whore-goddess!" It seemed that not only were the Spiders intelligent, but exceptionally perceptive.
Naream, at the limits of his power after summoning the Golem could only look down (14) and saw another four Giant Spiders climbing their way up from somewhere below as silently as they could. And as Naream saw them the gazes of all four turned to Naream himself. "Drow-meat!" One screeched and their climb redoubled in speed.
Tempest said
Feasting, Fighting and F***ing, I'm sure....
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"I read that as Fisting, Fighting and F***ing, I'm sure...."
Firewombat said
Y'all still alive here, with me?
Aye. It's been a bit slow for most of us "old guard" as we call ourselves.
Bruce is going SW. The flames of perdition are closing in.
So Boerd said
You must be new here. Your assertion, your evidence.Anyway, yes, that is too much to ask. You are basically asking me to check my morality at the door. Why is yours any better?
Because it isn't yours.
Tempest said
:D You should let Georgia do some 'customizing' to your rig! You tooootally won't regret it *smirks*
*Bruce looked at the Ignis Dei with something approaching disapproval. It seemed due to all the combat fire had long burned off the last paint of coat he'd issued the machine. Dragging the pair of captive bandits up onto the Catwalk Bruce pulled out the combat knife from his sheath. It was time to repaint the Ignis Dei in the only colour worthy of fire.
Blood red.*
Kraith cocked his head at Mira and Elyssa. "I'm honoured," he said mockingly, "You know what they say about human males feet relative to their... prowess?, it goes doubly for our kind so 'little' doesn't really apply except for our height." He kept the stone out of sight wondering what he would do about it. It was hardly damning evidence, with his own necromancy he'd come across such before, and the potential of this stone was massive.
Noticing Richelieu and the Princess emerge Kraith avoided looking guilty instead cocking his head. "So what are our plans now?" Kraith asked.
He knew his plans so far had fallen short. While they had revealed some things of interest none of them were relevant to the task at hand. And so, waiting for the rest Kraith examined the area, and the princess further. Looking for something out of place. And yet nothing. Kraith frowned to himself. Why was this so clean? Then it occurred to him. Maybe there was no demonic influence? Maybe this was a princess simply making a desperate grab for power instead. It was a simple plan with a simple motive, the princess wants power, mother dearest isn't dying fast enough, throw an accusation of demonic possession towards the Queens Blades and Renalta would send representatives not just to mediate, but to remove mother dearest.
Once mother dearest was removed her options were greater, refuse Imperial aid, stand on her own and villainise the Queens Blades for murdering her mother and ensure her own dominance, or celebrate the Blades actions, forward evidence, true or false, to substantiate her claim, like a powerful Soul Gem, and claim power without opposition.
But he didn't yet have enough evidence to judge. It was time to see what the others have learned.
Name: Bruce "Brucey" McFoster
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Appearance:
History Type: Australian Backpacker
Biography:
Bruce was born in the Blue Mountains of Australia, a hard harsh living with monstrous spiders and insects. Bruce however, being Australian, wasn't fazed about it, the idea that other people didn't have to deal with firebreathing ants, giant funnel webs or worse... It was simply part of living, however as time went on Brucey found the old McFoster wunderlust rising. As an experienced pilot he didn't consider it difficult and began the wander with the love of his life.
Travelling the wastes with her eventually lead to an encounter with raiders which lead to the death of his love, before or after the rape Bruce never found out. Instead the next night he returned in the Ignis Dei and burned the night, and raiders, away. On the next day Bruce wandered the charred grounds and discovered a baby wallaby abandoned in the wreckage. Bruce torn with remorse, but seeing it as a sign of new beginnings took the baby and, after getting some help figuring out how, raised it. But since that night Bruce had become unhinged and slightly unstable founding the "Flamma de Ecclesia quod purgatio" a church dedicated to flames.
Bruce however decided to discard that part of the world. He booked a boat over to the States to make a new way for himself.
Mech:
Designation: Ignis Dei
Size: Small.
Occupants: One.
Equipment:
Head:
--Standard Scanning Package.
--Jury-Rigged Loudhailer connected to hard drive with media player.
RShoulder
--.50 Minigun (Head Tracking)
LArm:
--Incinerator Flamethrower
--Chainfist
RArm:
--Incinerator Flamethrower
Torso:
--Light Armour.
--Pilot Chamber. (Cannot be replaced!)
--Emergency Escape Hatch.
--Emergency Life Support System.
--Reinforced Ammo Feed.
Legs:
--Sprint Gyro.
Inventory:
Weapons
Combat Knife: The standard army combat knife. A design over a century old still more than effective enough to carry on into the future.
Standard Issue Council Pistol: Your standard issue, eighteen shot clip pistol provided to nearly everyone in the bunkers and on most homesteads, to both civilians and armed personnel alike. This is based off of the glock-18 model, with some near-future modifications.
Standard Issue Council Rifle: Your standard issue, thirty shot clip semi-automatic rifle, based on the M16AR2 of old with some near-future treatment to make it a little more effective.
Armour
Mechanical Jumpsuit: You wear a set of civilian clothing. This has no armour value and is thus pretty good to sneak around in, but, then again, if anything so much as breathes on you, you're a dead man.
Light Armour: Standard issue armour. It's light weight and looks like it might be able to defend against a kitten assault if you hold it just the right way. Needless to say, this armour won't stop anything from harming you, but it may at least lessen the damage you take.
Medicine & Tech
Technicians Kit: Stabbing Screwdrivers, Bludgeoning Spanners and repair Hammers.
Radio: A simple radio for contacting others.
Frag Grenade: A small hand held explosive. Pull the pin and throw it into a small room for maximum effect, as it isn’t all that effective in a large area with several pieces of cover... Each character starts with two frag grenades.
Flashbang: A non-lethal version of the Frag Grenade, this weapon’s purpose is to cause a bright flash of light and a loud bang, blinding and deafening opponents. Each character starts with two flashbangs.
Miscellaneous
Dog-Tags: A way to identify your horrible mangled corpse. Congratulations! At least you won't die forgotten mister... Uh... What was your name again?
Standard Watch: Your standard wrist watch, likely powered by gears and springs as in old clockwork, only compartmentalized to fit on the wrist.
Flash-Light: Useful in dark places. Often mounted on a shoulder or duct-taped to a weapon.
MP3 player jerry-rigged to a hard drive with headphones and solar cells.
Pet Wallaby "Jacko"
Dozens of Lighters/Boxes of Matches
A half dozen sticks suitable for rubbing to make fire.
Achievements
--Australia's Number One BBQ: Brucey is a damn fine frycook. Yes, oh yes, he most definitely is. So much so that he has tweaked his mech to ensure perfect tenderness in 0.5 seconds instead of 0.6. Mmm, extra crispy. (Bonus to flamethrower intensity.)
--Out of His shining light: Brucey has seen shit no man could ever wish to see, from his homeland, to the pacific theater, to the west coast, and across the barren central nightmare. Being the leader of his "church" for some time and having seen active duty, he can break his fellow non-mutants out of a panicked state simply by bellowing orders at them. (Can reform mentally broken allies, PC or NPC.)
Traits
Technology Marches On: All pilots are now equipped with a pair of nanotech gloves which have wireless technology. State of the art, these gloves allow them to attempt to hijack the controls of an opposing mech at short range, and grant them access to a small, mechanized companion. This can be anything from a small aerial gun drone to a robotic puppy. Their "companion" has two ability slots and so long as there is no interference in the gloves, will obey every command given to them.
The gloves are also quite hardy and thick to protect the nanotechnology, however, they aren't indestructible. Given that you will typically be wearing these gloves however, if they are damaged, it should be noted that the amount of force or heat to damage them will likely completely wreck the user's hand. So it's only a small concern, so long as the technology isn't hit with an electromagnetic pulse or other similar device-ruining weapon.
Companion
Aliquam Ignis Dei
(Type: Tracked Drone)
Standard Scanning Package
Drone Narrow Beam Laser
Signature:
Kadaeux.
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Appearance:
History Type: Australian Backpacker
Biography:
Bruce was born in the Blue Mountains of Australia, a hard harsh living with monstrous spiders and insects. Bruce however, being Australian, wasn't fazed about it, the idea that other people didn't have to deal with firebreathing ants, giant funnel webs or worse... It was simply part of living, however as time went on Brucey found the old McFoster wunderlust rising. As an experienced pilot he didn't consider it difficult and began the wander with the love of his life.
Travelling the wastes with her eventually lead to an encounter with raiders which lead to the death of his love, before or after the rape Bruce never found out. Instead the next night he returned in the Ignis Dei and burned the night, and raiders, away. On the next day Bruce wandered the charred grounds and discovered a baby wallaby abandoned in the wreckage. Bruce torn with remorse, but seeing it as a sign of new beginnings took the baby and, after getting some help figuring out how, raised it. But since that night Bruce had become unhinged and slightly unstable founding the "Flamma de Ecclesia quod purgatio" a church dedicated to flames.
Bruce however decided to discard that part of the world. He booked a boat over to the States to make a new way for himself.
Mech:
Designation: Ignis Dei
Size: Small.
Occupants: One.
Equipment:
Head:
--Standard Scanning Package.
--Jury-Rigged Loudhailer connected to hard drive with media player.
RShoulder
--.50 Minigun (Head Tracking)
LArm:
--Incinerator Flamethrower
--Chainfist
RArm:
--Incinerator Flamethrower
Torso:
--Light Armour.
--Pilot Chamber. (Cannot be replaced!)
--Emergency Escape Hatch.
--Emergency Life Support System.
--Reinforced Ammo Feed.
Legs:
--Sprint Gyro.
Inventory:
Weapons
Combat Knife: The standard army combat knife. A design over a century old still more than effective enough to carry on into the future.
Standard Issue Council Pistol: Your standard issue, eighteen shot clip pistol provided to nearly everyone in the bunkers and on most homesteads, to both civilians and armed personnel alike. This is based off of the glock-18 model, with some near-future modifications.
Standard Issue Council Rifle: Your standard issue, thirty shot clip semi-automatic rifle, based on the M16AR2 of old with some near-future treatment to make it a little more effective.
Armour
Mechanical Jumpsuit: You wear a set of civilian clothing. This has no armour value and is thus pretty good to sneak around in, but, then again, if anything so much as breathes on you, you're a dead man.
Light Armour: Standard issue armour. It's light weight and looks like it might be able to defend against a kitten assault if you hold it just the right way. Needless to say, this armour won't stop anything from harming you, but it may at least lessen the damage you take.
Medicine & Tech
Technicians Kit: Stabbing Screwdrivers, Bludgeoning Spanners and repair Hammers.
Radio: A simple radio for contacting others.
Frag Grenade: A small hand held explosive. Pull the pin and throw it into a small room for maximum effect, as it isn’t all that effective in a large area with several pieces of cover... Each character starts with two frag grenades.
Flashbang: A non-lethal version of the Frag Grenade, this weapon’s purpose is to cause a bright flash of light and a loud bang, blinding and deafening opponents. Each character starts with two flashbangs.
Miscellaneous
Dog-Tags: A way to identify your horrible mangled corpse. Congratulations! At least you won't die forgotten mister... Uh... What was your name again?
Standard Watch: Your standard wrist watch, likely powered by gears and springs as in old clockwork, only compartmentalized to fit on the wrist.
Flash-Light: Useful in dark places. Often mounted on a shoulder or duct-taped to a weapon.
MP3 player jerry-rigged to a hard drive with headphones and solar cells.
Pet Wallaby "Jacko"
Dozens of Lighters/Boxes of Matches
A half dozen sticks suitable for rubbing to make fire.
Achievements
--Australia's Number One BBQ: Brucey is a damn fine frycook. Yes, oh yes, he most definitely is. So much so that he has tweaked his mech to ensure perfect tenderness in 0.5 seconds instead of 0.6. Mmm, extra crispy. (Bonus to flamethrower intensity.)
--Out of His shining light: Brucey has seen shit no man could ever wish to see, from his homeland, to the pacific theater, to the west coast, and across the barren central nightmare. Being the leader of his "church" for some time and having seen active duty, he can break his fellow non-mutants out of a panicked state simply by bellowing orders at them. (Can reform mentally broken allies, PC or NPC.)
Traits
Technology Marches On: All pilots are now equipped with a pair of nanotech gloves which have wireless technology. State of the art, these gloves allow them to attempt to hijack the controls of an opposing mech at short range, and grant them access to a small, mechanized companion. This can be anything from a small aerial gun drone to a robotic puppy. Their "companion" has two ability slots and so long as there is no interference in the gloves, will obey every command given to them.
The gloves are also quite hardy and thick to protect the nanotechnology, however, they aren't indestructible. Given that you will typically be wearing these gloves however, if they are damaged, it should be noted that the amount of force or heat to damage them will likely completely wreck the user's hand. So it's only a small concern, so long as the technology isn't hit with an electromagnetic pulse or other similar device-ruining weapon.
Companion
Aliquam Ignis Dei
(Type: Tracked Drone)
Standard Scanning Package
Drone Narrow Beam Laser
Signature:
Kadaeux.
Tan S Lake said
Close shave O__o
Nah, the 19 is close to an critical success.
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