ALPHA TEAM (Greystone, Key, and Shiver; NPCs: Candyman, Sublime, Ultra Mauler, Vespertine, and Viscosity)
"I've got that covered." Greystone shifted forms and proceeded to vomit hydrochloric acid at one of the walls.
BETA TEAM (Current, Magnitude and Ursa; NPCs: The Blue Knight, Derryl, the Drifter, Paladin)
(Metal): D5, F5, H11
- Shiver (23 - E8)
- Greystone (20 - E5)
- Ultra Mauler (19 - E6)
- Vespertine (16 - )
- Candyman (15 -
- Key (9 - )
- Sublime (7 - )
- Viscosity (7 - )
I’ve got you at E5, TM, so there is a wall to the left (D5) and right (F5). Which one are you going through?
Current sent a bolt of electricity for Breeze, only to watch as the man barely dodged it. "So be it," he growled.
"Current is not your only problem, swine," intoned Magnitude calmly. Sending a blast of gravitational force for Breeze, Magnitude sent the former teacher flying back into the air and slamming into the doors behind him. Though dazed by the attack, he looked to still be conscious.
From where Breeze had landed Beta Team heard a thunderclap. Breeze collapsed then, blood dripping from his ear, onto his shoulder.
"Well, that's was interesting," said Derryl. "Shall we be saving the world now?"
"Wait," Paladin said, grabbing the sound-controller's arm as the teen moved to continue forward. The Nephilim was looking around the room. "The wind is still stirring..."
"Is it a feint?" asked the Blue Knight, looking to Breeze and manifesting his soul-weapon.
The air around them began swirling faster and faster. There was a high-pitched whistle--a sound only Derryl was truly familiar with. "Tornado!" he roared. "He's still up!"
"If he's still up, I'm a pretty-pretty princess," Current yelled back over the noise. “He's got backup!"
Otso crouched low to the ground when the powerful winds hit them. He looked from left to right, nostrils flaring as he tried to find their unseen assailant. Right; he was right, and almost to the doors.
GAMMA TEAM (Imago and Prehistoric; NPCs: Confectionery, Hemophiliac, Kelpie, Paramour)
The Order, Round One
- Current (34 - ?)
- Magnitude (21 - E6)
- Derryl (17 - D4): Bruised, Staggered, Stunned (Eddie, R1)
- Breeze (15 - D20): Bruised x2, Staggered, Unconscious
- Blue Knight (14 - ?)
- Paladin (11 - ?)
- Hurricane Eddie (9 – B18)
- Ursa (9 - ?)
Otso knows the area where he’s at, McGuffin.
As Paramour forced the Grey Man to be born, the doors behind them opened. Imago put it out of his mind--needing to trust in his illusory veil to protect them and focus on the task at hand. "Chen Lei to Grey Men," said a perfect imitation of the Admiral's voice, "all flight craft return to the Elpis and await further instruction in the hangars."
Suddenly, Kelpie cried out in pain before dropping to the ground. "Hmph," said the young man coming down the steps. He was flanked by two others--one, a man in his late-thirties; the other, an entity made of water. "I suppose he wasn't the illusionist. You might as well drop the illusion. I'm letting my friends see right th-"
"Don't listen to him," Confectionery hissed. "He's an illusionist in that he makes one person at a time relive old pain. He may be able to see through this, but the others can't."
The doors opened again and a fourth entered the room--one that Imago recognized. He may not have met this version of him, but he knew Kasamir Flaegler when he saw him.
"I can't keep this up and attack at the same time," Imago hissed. "You're covered though, take him out and the others will have no idea where to look to."
“Straight ahead,” Trauma barked.
Cascade wasted no time in thrusting his arms forward. Water shot from behind him—he must have been wearing some sort of waterskin on his back. The torrent rocketed forward and hit Confectionery in the stomach. The woman fell forward, dropping to the ground near Kelpie—a hole straight through her, where the attack ate through her candy body.
DELTA TEAM (Taheka; NPCs: Cacophony, Ogre, Prodigy, Shakes, Tantivy)
The Order, Round One
- Kelpie (25 – D6): Unconscious
- Imago (16 – D5)
- Cascade (15 [+7] – C9)
- Prehistoric (15 – E5)
- Paramour (14 – E4)
- Herzog Kasamir (13 [+3] – D10)
- Hemophiliac (13 – C4)
- Trauma (11 - D9)
- Confectionery (9 – C5): Bruised, Disabled, Dying, Injured, Staggered, Unconscious
- Grey Men (9)
- Whitaker (7 – E9)
Trauma will direct Cascade, but I’ll give partial concealment to the group: Cascade - Concealment - DC 11
: 1d20 17
& Cascade - Attack
: 1d20+10 29
Hits. Confectionery - Toughness - DC 35
: 1d20+4 20
& Confectionery - Constitution Check - DC 10
: 1d20+2 15
Prehistoric is up.
The blast of water hammered Lord Vim in the chest and sent him flying backwards--crashing into the far wall. Shakes turned to give his classmate a thumbs up, only to notice Hijama stumbling on the other side of the saucer. Without wasting another moment, he moved to get into position--dashing between two saucers and bringing his buzzsaw-like hands high up over his head before slashing at the man with them.
The hit brought the man down, and the teen wiped the perspiration from his brow with a vibrating hand. "Well, that wasn't so tough!" he boasted nervously.
"You're right,” Taheka said lightheartedly, “just a walk in the park." The youth gave Shakes a nod of thanks; he knew his companion from the Sao Paolo academy wan't the biggest fan of physical combat. Turning his attention to Ogre, Taheka was pleased that the brute hadn’t continued to attack him. That must have meant that defeating Lord Vim freed the woman’s mind.
"We all good shorty?" Taheka asked in the same lighthearted manner.
Ogre looked the teen over before shrinking back to her natural state. “I’m sorry,” Adela said, “I didn’t catch that.”
“He asked if everything is okay,” said Cacophony, raising an eyebrow at her. “What, are you deaf?”
“Ogre doesn’t speak English,” Adela said, grimacing. “When I transform, my mental faculties are…” She shook her head. “Nevermind. We have a mission to get back to.”
"I think we need to tie these guys up and blindfold them,” said Taheka. “And if anyone knows where an empty container or closet is, even better. The last thing we need is for these guys to turn up again while we are still here."
“Which is why we should just kill them all,” Prodigy said.
“What the &$^# is wrong with you?” Tantivy snapped. “You’re talking like everyone expects me to: sacrifice a universe here, kill our enemies there… Look, I get you just lost your mother, but-”
“This has nothing to do with my
mother,” Prodigy growled. “I’m just trying to be realistic! These three nearly tore us apart! I don’t want them coming back with reinforcements! The best thing is to just snap their necks and be done with it!”
“I concur,” Adela said. “They would not hesitate to do the same to us.”
“Good for them,” Tantivy said, “but we’re different. We don’t kill.”
“You’re a Radikovich,” Adela told her little sister. “We kill.”
“I am not a Radikovich,” Tantivy spat. “Your father knew who my mother was this whole time and never told me! All that time by Erudite’s side-”
“You mean by Lacuna’s side,” Prodigy corrected.
“Bind them and blindfold them,” said the speedster, never taking her eyes off of Ogre and Prodigy. “If they want to kill them, they’ll have to go through me.”
“Don’t tempt me, sister
,” Prodigy hissed.
“You’re the ones who said we have a job to do, right? Seems like it’s four to two in favor of them living. Maybe instead of fighting, we should just do this and move forward.”
EPSILON TEAM (Fluxx and Cooker; NPCs: Fach, Ion, Lluvia, Oscar)
The Order, Round Four
- Tantivy (40 - A8)
- Prodigy (24 - A7)
- Ogre (18 - E7)
- Taheka (14 - D6)
- Hijama (9 - J13): Bruised x3
- Lord Vim (7 - I20): Bruised x2, Staggered, Unconscious (R4)
- Shakes (4 - I12): Bruised
- Cacophony (4 - A7)
- Phlegm (2 - B11): Bruised, Staggered, Unconscious (R2)
As Cooker's blast whizzed past Ugly Amy, Fach stood perfectly still, staring at Oscar's prone body. "Traitor!" Ersatz roared as he frantically fought to end Oscar's life. Not far from Fluxx, Cleave swung his sword through Ion's chest, leaving the youth barely standing.
A blood-stained sword waltzed from Cleave's hand, floating beside him as he summoned up another one.
The audible crack of Oscar's neck and the slowing pulse Fluxx could feel through the bracelet confirmed them nobleman's demise. Still, it was Ion's cry of pain that focused Fluxx's fury. He moved over and used the same Jellyfish cell replication of Cleave.
The Order, Round Three
Cleave - Fortitude - DC 20
- Jones (25 - E14): Bruised x3, Staggered, Unconscious (R1)
- Fluxx (23 - E4)
- Cooker (20 - F3)
- Oscar (19 - D18): Bruised x3, Dead, Staggered
- Fach (14 - C4): Exhausted (R2)
- Ugly Amy (13 - E20): Confused, Dazed
- Ersatz (12 - F20)
- Cleave (9 - D7): Unconscious (R3)
- Ion (4 - D5): Bruised, Disabled, Injured, Stunned (Cleave, R2), Staggered
: 1d20+6 7
Ersatz - Reflex - DC 15
: 1d20+9 11
& Ersatz - Will - DC 15
: 1d20+5 25
Ugly Amy - Reflex - DC 15
: 1d20+3 7
& Ugly Amy - Will - DC 15
: 1d20+3 8
Ugly Amy - Fortitude - DC 20 - Recovery
: 1d20+13 15
Ugly Amy - Fortitude - DC 20
: 1d20+12 21
It is Cooker’s turn.