The Medic Pantheon is very interesting. Lars didn't understand doctors...
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"Sa'las: God of amputation. The Limb Collector."
The image on the opposing page shows a strange sort of being with a hard, geometrically shaped, faceless head, thin, talon tipped hands and a body hidden beneath a long robe. Out of it's back grows what could only be described as a tree made of human limbs, bundled legs and arms for a trunk and branches. The symbol at the bottom of the page is a bonesaw.
"Sa'las is the collector of limbs, both accidental amputation and purposeful. With the flesh of living men he grows the tree, the fruit of which is said to be the minds of new doctors yet unborn. Despite is appearance and ghoulish work Sa'las is a benevolent being, taking only the already severed limb, burnt in offering, as his payment. When he is prayed to or his sign is marked upon limbs about to be amputated or near the stumps of those already severed, he is said to injure swift recovery in return. Beyond this, his work brings new life or at least an aspect of life, where as many others in the pantheon simply gorge or enjoy themselves."
((Man, I love this. The entire medic pantheon is a bunch of ravening demons you pray to in order to appease. Fitting indeed. 
))
"Hah, well, yeah, I guess you'd be kinda biased.
...what do you do when you have a decision you don't want to say yes or no to?"
Turning up towards the ceiling, she shot a question to Steve.
"Hey Steve, is there any, uh, entertainment value in VR simulations? Like, if this wasn't an actual deathmatch but just taking place in VR, would anyone be interested at all, or is that too easy to come by? What about something more elaborate, like a staged mission or teamfight?"
Ask Steve.
>Doesn't matter to me, personally. "Time to kick ass."
Head to the Rec room and enter the tournament.
((MORTAL KOMBAT.))
You enter the tournament.
((@GM: Just the MkII, but if the suit is small enough when folded/compacted, then Milno can keep it with his stuff.))
After doing whatever needed to be done about Empyrean's equipment, Milno got back to the armory.
"Anything better for range-finding and rapid enemy analysis?" he asks the AM.
Ask.
"I have range finding equipment but what do you mean by "Analyze"?"
((FAIL. PW's JustinTV channel just got shut down, DMCA Violation, for streaming Aliens.))
Once again, attempt to lock and disarm.
[dex:6]
[dum dex:5]
[str:6]
[dum str:1]
You lock blades and easily overwhelm him, shoving him back and badly off balance but not disarmed.
"SELF DEFENCE!!!"
SHOOTY CRYSTALY TIME!
Travis stood for a moment or two, considering the motivations behind Mason's request.
"No. I don't see why you can't apologize to me here. It might as well be alone, no one pays attention to each other. I'd also like to get back to what I'm doing quickly"
((Assuming Travis starts to get dragged))
"Let go of me! LET! GO! Buckler, open fire!"
Travis tries to rest himself free of Mason and opens fire with his crystalline projector.
[Mason dex:2]
[buckler dex:1+3]
Mason moves to fire, but buckler is quicker.
[bucker con:6+3]
Three shots ring out, a strange mixed sound of gauss electric buzz, wet squish of meat and metal clanging against metal. Shells tear through Mason in a vertical line, one straight through the sternum, another through the throat and the last straight through the head. Exploded bone, blood, gray matter and offal spray out in a fine mist as he falls back and lands in a heap, blood pooling thickly around his body.
(mason is dead)
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