Quote from: Rondo;268169(by the way, Coffee asked me to let you guys know, via email: He's having firewall blocking problems....and for that matter it looks like I am too, now, as it took me all day to logon...so, his posts, and probably mine, will have to switch to after 5 o'clock from the house)

Ummm...no, I didn't. I don't know who it was, but it wasn't me.

I haven't had any firewall problems at all. (Sometimes it takes a while to get the site to speak to me, but I do eventually get in.)

-- Coffee

Quote from: Coffee;268216Ummm...no, I didn't. I don't know who it was, but it wasn't me.

I haven't had any firewall problems at all. (Sometimes it takes a while to get the site to speak to me, but I do eventually get in.)

-- Coffee

[It might be that was Dr Rotwang; I heard from him via PM and he's having a firewall issue.  The site in general has been having slow-outs on and off for the last little while; there's been a few threads on the topic in the Site Help forum.]

I'm sorry, I meant Rotwang...my mistake....

Quote from: ttagxamm;268113The street is a tree-lined boulevard grown unkempt.  The statues and fountains in the median are broken, looted or overgrown with vines.  There are other mansions along the boulevard, set well back from the street.  Their lawns are unmowed, grass shoulder high and gone to seed.

Quote from: Age of Fable;268120I'm going to try and find an abandoned mansion where I can hide in the grass until Quazarn finds me, or until the Rumble ends and I can find the others.

Hobson crosses the street and ducks into the dry ditch on the other side.  Still no sign of Quazarn -- no crunch on the gravel shoulder of the road, no bent stalks of grass.

Confident he's unseen the hobling does a little recon.  The neighborhood was pretty ritzy, not so long ago.  The nearest mansion is a rather hideous pile of pseudo-timber and brick-o-foam, sprayed and quick-set to resemble a hybrid of geodesic dome and mushroom village.  Its doors and windows are boarded up.  Beyond that the street curves, and a driveway leads off the street in the outer bend.  The drive disappears over a low hill, but close to the road there's a squat brick carriage house just beyond a rusty gate.

Quote from: Rondo;268320I'm sorry, I meant Rotwang...my mistake....

Oh, I'm glad to hear you say that. I was beginning to wonder about my memory.

Anyway, back to the game: Zarko is pretty much knocked around, so he'll be avoiding any specific fighting unless he absolutely has to get involved. So he'll hang around the fringes of the fights and make suggestions to those who are still hale and hearty.

Quote from: Rondo;268169I'm gonna try stompin' his face in...

Buck and the Professor slug it out toe-to-toe.  The elf lands a stinging palm strike to Buck's chest, but the spacer steps back and delivers a solid head kick.  The Professor's mortarboard goes flying off, but the elf shakes his head and raises his fists.

Meanwhile Bob and Philimon continue battling the other two-thirds of the School of Pain.  Bob catches a backhand, but Doctor Dropkick misses a fancy double kick and ends up sprawling.  Taking full advantage of a brachiator's reach, Philimon wallops him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him.

Zarko doesn't have much time for kibbitzing.  Leeplo the Man-Frog bounces up to him, croaking in panic.  "Hell's br-r-r-reaking loobse, Zar-r-r-ko!"  

Sure enough, fighters are moving in on all sides.  One of the knucklehead teens who joined your crew overnight is already down....

Buck goes for an elbow to the back of the neck...
Attack: 5% (smokin' made it)
Damage: 2 (not sure if i get a bonus for anything...probably not)
Save: 90% (failed)

Quote from: Rondo;268388Buck goes for an elbow to the back of the neck...

Professor Pain tries to clothesline Buck, but he ducks.  As the elf passes Buck swings back his elbow sharply and thwacks him in the back of the head!  The elf grunts and tumbles forward, down...but not out.  The elf surges back to his feet, teeth clenched.  His breath is ragged and his eyes are wild as he lunges for Buck's throat...

[Let's have a new initiative roll here.  He went down but Survived, so you might get a chance to better your init count]

Elsewhere, big dudes clash.  Creature and Mini-Magog are locked in a clinch, each straining every muscle for an advantage.  With a twist M-M throws Creature to one side, lashing out with punches and a brutal knee.  One punch mashes the frankenstein's ear, but Creature's swings his iron shield around to block the knee strike.  With a sound like the Lost Bell of Anahat Nada* the giant's knee bwongs off the shield, bending it nearly in half.

[3 HP damage from the punch.  To keep things moving I used your saving throws from this post; all of the giants attacks that round missed you anyway.  The good news is the shield prevented you from taking damage from a critical hit.  The bad news is it now only gives a 14% Save bonus]

*Anahat Nada, a Sulduku Hierophant known chiefly for a 27 year vow of silence broken one groggy morning when he kicked his morning alarm bell so hard as to break three toes.  In despair he cast the bell into the Sea of Great Peril, from whence it has never yet been recovered.

Zarko moves as close to Creature as he can; the big guy is still my meal ticket. Any fighting I do will be in self defense or to aid Creature (or Buck, but he seems to be doing okay).

I'll call on the rest of the gang to form a tight perimeter, so we can contain the attacks against us and only present out best faces to the attackers.

Suddenly and without preamble, this guy appears next to Creature and Zarko, and clobbers the nearest attacker!

"You fellow," he says in a familiar voice, "will not believe the day I've had."

As his friends stare at him dumbstrck, he says --


"NEVER," he adds, "trust a doxy in a pants suit."

[Mini-Magog, The Littlest Giant, is closest.  Roll to hit and damage...]

[Melee Attack roll = 22; I forget what my unarmed damage is.]

[1d3 +3, bruiser]

[fashion disaster! We wore the same hat!]

Initiative for Buck against the elf: 7