GM wrote:Make your Sorcery & Drain Rolls?
IC - Bug City The Lost Years
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Curren
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PDI Sorcery: Staged from 3 to FCE 5 Sorcery 7 + 1 magic pool 10 8 7 5 4 4 3 2
Drain 3S Body + 4 magic pool 13 8 7 5 5 3 3 3 2 2: drain taken.
I'll invest 2 Edge dice into boosting the power of it, and thus making it a mana lure for the spirit.
Mist form on the girl: Staged from 2 to FCE 3 Sorcery 7: 8 5 5 4 3 3 2
Drain 3M Body+ 1 magic pool: 10 5 4 4 3 2 1: drain taken.
Magic fingers: Sorcery 7 Staged from 2 to FCE 3: 10 7 5 4 3 2
Drain 3M Will + 1 magic pool: 10 7 5 3: drain taken
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arcanus
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Pseudo-Curren sprinted down the corridor, the fire door at the hall end swung open as he dashed through.
The wasp smashed its way through the hallway, a trail of vapour of two distinctive but entwined hues wound their way across the hall.
The wasp momentarily pauses glancing at the mist before pursuing its human prey.
Sliding beneath the closed door, the fatigued form of Malthalamus Curren reformed holding the child tenderly in his arms.
The wasp smashed its way through the hallway, a trail of vapour of two distinctive but entwined hues wound their way across the hall.
The wasp momentarily pauses glancing at the mist before pursuing its human prey.
Sliding beneath the closed door, the fatigued form of Malthalamus Curren reformed holding the child tenderly in his arms.
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arcanus
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Dear Departed
Scalding tears ran down Curren's face, he stopped himself from squeezing Dorothy's shoulders to hard.
He looked upon the headstones of the refugee families.
They'd lost so many, so many to the all consuming hatred of small minded people who couldn't look past their bigotry and indeed used the confinement of the CZ to inflict it upon innocents.
The big Solo 'Tombstone' laid a heavy hand upon Curren's shoulder, but said nothing.
They stood upon an area of waste ground, adjacent to Elmwood Avenue, dust blew across the ground.
The survivors they had found were also assembled for the service, a grey, miserable day.
It was days like this that Malthalamus Curren seriously questioned his decision to remain within the Zone, it was days like this that he missed his friends terribly.
Tombstone was already tracking the object when the group became aware of it, it circled and then approached, a small drone.
A number of the more capable surviviors drew a bead upon it and it sustained several shots until the group were able to see the white flag fluttering from its ariel.
Curren raised his hand preventing further gunfire, the drone slowly settling upon the waste ground away from the headstones, a trid plate revolved from the drones upper casing and spluttered to life.
An Amerindian woman in her forties appeared in a particularly sci-fi holo-projection, her face and short haircut severe and definitely military.
'Mr Curren' she said, Curren's face immediately contorting into a frown.
'We have heard of your losses and would like to offer your survivors sanctuary' she said
'I understand that in this place such an offer is usually a death sentence, however our reputation should speak for itself, make your way to the Emerson Heights Hotel, there is an external lift which you should be able to gain control of, my men will wait for you until sundown tomorrow'. with that the hologram died and the drone slowly lifted and flew away.
Curren turned looking at Tombstone expectantly
'Former Ares Firewatch, they set up a sanctuary at Wrigley Dome, their rep is solid, similar to yours' he commented, turned and marshaled his militia sending them to ensure the group was currently safe.
As if to emphasise this a small explosion erupted in the distance. 'Never a dull day' thought Curren as Dorothy squeezed his hand.
He looked upon the headstones of the refugee families.
They'd lost so many, so many to the all consuming hatred of small minded people who couldn't look past their bigotry and indeed used the confinement of the CZ to inflict it upon innocents.
The big Solo 'Tombstone' laid a heavy hand upon Curren's shoulder, but said nothing.
They stood upon an area of waste ground, adjacent to Elmwood Avenue, dust blew across the ground.
The survivors they had found were also assembled for the service, a grey, miserable day.
It was days like this that Malthalamus Curren seriously questioned his decision to remain within the Zone, it was days like this that he missed his friends terribly.
Tombstone was already tracking the object when the group became aware of it, it circled and then approached, a small drone.
A number of the more capable surviviors drew a bead upon it and it sustained several shots until the group were able to see the white flag fluttering from its ariel.
Curren raised his hand preventing further gunfire, the drone slowly settling upon the waste ground away from the headstones, a trid plate revolved from the drones upper casing and spluttered to life.
An Amerindian woman in her forties appeared in a particularly sci-fi holo-projection, her face and short haircut severe and definitely military.
'Mr Curren' she said, Curren's face immediately contorting into a frown.
'We have heard of your losses and would like to offer your survivors sanctuary' she said
'I understand that in this place such an offer is usually a death sentence, however our reputation should speak for itself, make your way to the Emerson Heights Hotel, there is an external lift which you should be able to gain control of, my men will wait for you until sundown tomorrow'. with that the hologram died and the drone slowly lifted and flew away.
Curren turned looking at Tombstone expectantly
'Former Ares Firewatch, they set up a sanctuary at Wrigley Dome, their rep is solid, similar to yours' he commented, turned and marshaled his militia sending them to ensure the group was currently safe.
As if to emphasise this a small explosion erupted in the distance. 'Never a dull day' thought Curren as Dorothy squeezed his hand.
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arcanus
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The big solo allowed himself a slight smile, taking a map from his satchel.
"About 4 clicks from here" he replied "For whats it worth, I think your doing the right thing, the Domes rep is pretty solid, the families would be safer there than anywhere else!"
In the intevening days since the massacre, they had found out that their attackers were the human supremacists 'The Volk', Curren had nothing but hatred for them. The problem was that the Volk had significant numbers, or he would liked to have made them pay dearly.
"About 4 clicks from here" he replied "For whats it worth, I think your doing the right thing, the Domes rep is pretty solid, the families would be safer there than anywhere else!"
In the intevening days since the massacre, they had found out that their attackers were the human supremacists 'The Volk', Curren had nothing but hatred for them. The problem was that the Volk had significant numbers, or he would liked to have made them pay dearly.
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Curren
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'And what about you mate?' he asked Tombstone. 'What are you going to do with your band?'
'Its going to get far worse than what we have experienced; and I can't see it ever getting any better. You coming with us?' he asked as he looked meaningfully around at the desolation and misery of dead Chicago.
'Its going to get far worse than what we have experienced; and I can't see it ever getting any better. You coming with us?' he asked as he looked meaningfully around at the desolation and misery of dead Chicago.