Quote from: ttagxamm;253968[What's Zarko up to?]

Hanging out with Creature. If anyone gets behind him, they'll have to face me.

Darryl's out cold, so he's done his bit. Me, I'm protecting my investment.

[Clue 28%; I rolled at 47.]

Quazarn grasps his prodigiously-pointed crown in exasperation and focus.  "think, think think think -- !"

...but no idea comes.  

He peeks back out into the fray.

Quote from: ttagxamm;254130"your.mental.state.is.irrelevant.i.am.50.%.human.please.state.your.business."

"No, sure..me too. OK, you know how there's a riot in the arena?"

Quote from: Coffee;254138Hanging out with Creature. If anyone gets behind him, they'll have to face me.

Darryl's out cold, so he's done his bit. Me, I'm protecting my investment.

Zarko and the Gibbon watch Creature tumble overhead, booted by the goon.  The frankenstein lands in the pile of bodies with a grunt.  The goon rears up, waving its arms over its head in triumph.  Now Creature is behind Zarko.

The other goon winces when it puts weight on its swollen toe.  It looks dumbly back and forth between Buck and the goblin and slowly seems to realize the cause of its ouchie.  Clenching its teeth it growls and flexes at the two of you.

[I'll need initiative rolls from Creature, Buck and Zarko.  Let's try d10, +/- DEX modifier to ranged damage.]

Quote from: Age of Fable;254203"No, sure..me too. OK, you know how there's a riot in the arena?"

"Affirmative. A.security.squad.has.been.dispatched. I.have.not.received.authorization.for.outside.reinforcements. If.you.are.here.on.police.business.please.display.your.credentials."

Quote from: Dr Rotwang!;254005Once past the goons, Quazarn applies his astonishing mental energies towards formulating a plan.  He just needs an idea to build on -- a spark for the fire, as it were...

[Max, can I roll Clue and get some sort of assist in building an escape plan for us all?]

Quote from: The JMThe Dirty Deezen on the other hand, Quazarn's unwilling decoy, is now extremely focused on the warlock.  His happy-go-lucky grin drops away, and a fell light shines in his eyes.  He tugs a cauliflowered ear, points at Quazarn and makes a violent gesture the meaning of which is impossible to mistake.

Quote from: Dr Rotwang!;254152Quazarn grasps his prodigiously-pointed crown in exasperation and focus.  "think, think think think -- !"

...but no idea comes.  

He peeks back out into the fray.

Ignoring several lewd suggestions and low slanders from the Dirty Deezen Quazarn sneaks past the goons and wins free to the ramp.  A dozen apothecary goblins huddle there with stretchers and spray cans of smelling salts, waiting for a break in the fighting.  

His companions defend Darryl and the other wounded fighters valiantly.  Elsewhere in the arena bands of brawlers face off against goons running wild -- even as Quazarn watches a goon is tripped up and wrestled to the ground.  Another is gummed up with restraint foam from the towers.  The dwarf still struggles to bring the goon squad back under control, abandoning his whip in favor of a shrill whistle.  

Amidst all the bedlam Quazarn seems to have avoided all of his pursuers save one: as he peers out into the arena the warlock feels a tingling sensation as something prods his shoulder.  Looking back, he faces the disenchanter.  The beast probes him with its wriggling trunk, poking the tip into each of his ears in turn.  Disappointed by Quazarn's puny magical energy it bleats sadly and trots back to its pen.

While Hobson tries to reason with the cyaborg she-camera he glances past her just in time to see Quazarn duck out of the arena.  The warlock crouches down just inside the ramp, back to Hobson.

Quote from: ttagxamm;254274"affirmative.a.security.squad.has.been.dispatched.i.have.not.received.authorization.for.outside.reinforcements.if.you.are.here.on.police.business.please.display.your.credentials."

"Why didn't you ask that guy behind you for credentials?"

I look at the cyaborg to see if there's any non-lethal way to 'jam its gears' or similar.

Quote from: Age of Fable;254300I look at the cyaborg to see if there's any non-lethal way to 'jam its gears' or similar.

The cyaborg female does not appear to be armed.  Her skin-tight silver bodysuit leaves little to the imagination, and from what Hobson can tell she is fully human save for the x-ray camera mounted on her neck.

"My.lenses.are.up.here.Officer" buzzes the cyagorg indignantly.

"I'm sorry Madam, I was merely confirming my initial identification. You're under arrest."

Quote from: Age of Fable;254323"I'm sorry Madam, I was merely confirming my initial identification. You're under arrest."

"On.what.charge. My.memory.banks.record.no.violation.of.local.municipal.or.galactic.law."  

proclaims the 'borg, the pitch of her voice rising.  She sounds a bit flustered, inasmuch as her vocoding hardware permits it.

"I.have.never.commited.a.crime. To.do.so.would.violate.my.core.programming. Please.what.have.i.done.officer."

"I'm sure it's a mistake, but a lady matching your description is wanted for illegal hosting of a reality show. I'm afraid I'm going to have to detain you, most likely handcuffing you somewhere where you can't see the entrance to the arena. And confiscate any film or recording you might be making."

"No.officer.please. You.must.be.thinking.of.my.sister.Katy.Kodachrome. I.have.not.spoken.to.her.in.months. Please.officer."

Holding up her hands imploringly the 'borg projects a series of sympathetic holographic images: sad-eyed kittens; robed priests of the Truth or Dare cult; a school transcript showing her perfect attendance record and highest marks in Civics; a flashing sign reading 'Not Guilty.'

"Hmm...that flashing sign was certainly very convincing. Yet I must do my duty. I tell you what. If you erase any recording you've made in the last 24 hours, and undertake not to record anything else for the next 24 hours, and let me continue my investigation in the arena, I'll see if I can get permission to just give you a verbal warning rather than arrest you."