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[MidnightJaguar]

Damian chuckles for a moment at being mistaken for a cop. "Fuck the coppers. Always sticking their noses where they don't belong, investigating "strange persons" just because of where they hang around or how they look. He sends back.

More daemon talking. It's a statement, not persuasion.

Alright, so your not a copper. Fine, but if you aren't a copper then what the fuck do yah want?

(("It's not persuasion, it's just a statement that happens to be exactly the right thing to persuade them into liking me!"))

Groo will try cutting the tree down again, this time using his full +2 to daemonism.  Unless the reduced daemonism bonus is due to being tired, in which case he'll shoot the branch off the tree with his M1911.

[daemonism 1+2=3] Groos chop again takes out a tiny sliver of tree. Groo shakes the katana around…maybe it's defective? Shrugging his shoulders he goes for a tried and true method, guns. [marksmanship 2] The shot hits but the branch but fails to make a decent impression. The pilot joins in [marksmanship 4] It takes him a couple of tries but he eventually manages to shoot the branch off and watch as it crashes to the ground. Nice shootin, if I do say so myself.

The plane continus to buzz along blasting Wagner and the wall keeps napping.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Groo V3
Stats:
Strength:+1
Intelligence:-2
Dexterity:+1
Resilience:+2 one stat point in resilience
Perception:+0
Charisma:-2

Skills:
Piloting:-1
Marksmanship:+3
Daemonism:+2
Doctor:-2
Beast mastery:-2
Engineering: -2

Inventory:
Bloodsoaked aviator's clothing
Nothing else?
M1911 (6/7)+0, 3 spare 7rnd mags,
a secod m1911 7/7+0 spare 7rnd mag.
An excessive amount of Shrooms in pockets. currently growing on the blood on his flight jacket.
shotgun (3/5) buck shot.
10 shells.
hilt of the daemon knife

another knife.
Cowboy hat
Badass longboat…covered in gore and paint.
5 katana just as good as the store bought version for a fraction of the cost.
quick access chest rig.
0 coins
unknown key
Shredded ID card, came from leg daemon zombie.
Gas mask.
Rufferto his loyal dog. Black German shepherd like mut.
Gas mask for Rufferto. Comically small. Not on him right now.
parachute strapped to Ruferto
Status:
Rufferto is strapped to Groo right now
Description:
Nobody is quite sure what this is.  Top scientists have suggested that it's some sort of humanoid, possibly a crossbreed of some kind, but it has a face that look like it's been dragged along ten miles of bad road and an ever-present smile.


Name: Vincent MacMoordr Jr
Description:He has blue eyes, blond hair, and more scars than you would hope to get in your life.

Up to recently he was a stolway on a ship, then he jumped out the window while no one was looking with a pair of parachutes... that ship chashed soon after.
Stats
Strength: -1
Intelligence: -3
Dexterity: 1
Resilience: -3
Perception: 0
Charisma: +3

Skills
Piloting: -3
Marksmanship: +3
Daemonism: -3
Doctor: +3
Beast mastery: -3
Engineering: -3

Inventory: what you have on you.
knife*5
aviators clothing
long sword*2
Sniper rifle
>1 rounds
wounds: Shoulder shot, nothing major is to badly hit.



Name: Daemian McWehrnecigul
Description:  His eyes are gold. His face seems slightly off, even though no disfigurement is apparent. He has a lean build.

Unlike his brothers, he has devoted his life to his single focus of Daemons, to the exclusion of pretty much everything else. His greatest interest lies in daemonic phenomena, and he dreams of one day creating a breakthrough application of daemonism that allows a human to control a body filled with the might of daemons. He lost an arm and a leg in a daemonism experiment gone wrong (Damiin got the frequency wrong), and had them replaced with inert daemon metal limbs
Stats
Strength: 0
Intelligence: 0
Dexterity: +1
Resilience: +2
Perception: -2
Charisma: -1

Skills
Piloting: -2
Marksmanship: -2
Daemonism: +4
Doctor: -2
Beast mastery: -2
Engineering: -1

Inventory: what you have on you.
knife
aviators clothing
Daemon metal left arm
Daemon metal right leg
got a ten collectively mild shape shifting increased strength.
[9 book knife] Looks like someone took about every possible type of knife and blade and made it into a single knife. Words throw it and see on the back of the book. Disturbing smily face right underneath it.
severed daemon left arm
severed daemon right leg
Infection: The Weapon((Investigative daemonism mission: 2)).
Status: Hybridized.
Current powers:
Can talk to the weapon in his head.
Can communicate with daemons by touching daemon imbued things.
Name: Phineas
Description: ex pilot and a bit skilled at fixing his plane. Tought by his ol' pap from the great war when young and wished only to be a pilot just llike him.
About twenty years old
Stats
Strength:0
Intelligence:+1
Dexterity: -1
Resilience:+1
Perception:+0
Charisma:-2

Skills
Piloting:+2
Marksmanship:0
Daemonism: +0
Doctor: -2
Beast mastery:-2
Engineering: +1

Inventory: what you have on you.
knife
aviators clothing-Flack jacket and helmet.
Shot gun 10 shells (8 in total)3/6 shells. 10 loose
Light enginering kit (10)
blanket rope, expertly tied.
1 token left over
survival poncho can be made into a tent in a pinch.
Extremely explicit manuscript detailing an amorous adventure between you and a beast.
dexterity daemon hand and lower arm, good for sticking sewing and things that require a lot of fine coordination. Not so great with the brute force. tendered store bought power 5]


Name: THE WALL
Description: Creepy bald guy with a facial tattoo. He actually looks pretty skinny with now a fair bit of padding on him, but the huge piece of metal he's hauling around shows that he's deceptively strong. Doesn't speak except to yell about THE WALL.
Stats
Strength: +3
Intelligence: -2
Dexterity: -2
Resilience: +1
Perception: -1
Charisma: -2

Skills
Piloting: +0
Marksmanship: +0
Daemonism: +0
Doctor: +1
Beast mastery: -1
Engineering: +0
Status: flesh wound in side. Stings like hell but probably nonlethal.
Inventory:
2 GP
knife
aviators clothing not being worn.
Hugeass tower shield (-15) not on him right now.
insulation beast mod (-3)
Holding a shotgun.

[spazyak]

Go pick upthe guyswhen they set upthe fulton and fly home.

[Beirus]

"I want to know if you know where you are and what you can do."

More talking.

[syvarris]

With the pilot's assistance, Groo will strap into the fulton (double checking that Rufferto's safely attached to him), and ride his way to freedom!

[MidnightJaguar]

Go pick upthe guyswhen they set upthe fulton and fly home.

[piloting 2] You barelly avoid snagging the ling in your prop and have to do an emergency maneuver to keep from killing you all. shaking your head to clear it you try again [piloting 4] You manage to get it hooked on and Groo and the pillot are yanked to safety.

"I want to know if you know where you are and what you can do."

More talking.

Now why the hell do yah want to know that? We's good honest citizens is all yah need to know….unless yah got a certain fellow who needs a bit'a boshing?

With the pilot's assistance, Groo will strap into the fulton (double checking that Rufferto's safely attached to him), and ride his way to freedom!

With the officers help Groo, Rufferto and the pilot strap into their fulton chutes and are carried away into the plane from the ground. Groo even manages to keep hold of the beast parts he severed and butchered.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Groo V3
Stats:
Strength:+1
Intelligence:-2
Dexterity:+1
Resilience:+2 one stat point in resilience
Perception:+0
Charisma:-2

Skills:
Piloting:-1
Marksmanship:+3
Daemonism:+2
Doctor:-2
Beast mastery:-2
Engineering: -2

Inventory:
Bloodsoaked aviator's clothing
Nothing else?
M1911 (6/7)+0, 3 spare 7rnd mags,
a secod m1911 7/7+0 spare 7rnd mag.
An excessive amount of Shrooms in pockets. currently growing on the blood on his flight jacket.
shotgun (3/5) buck shot.
10 shells.
hilt of the daemon knife

another knife.
Cowboy hat
Badass longboat…covered in gore and paint.
5 katana just as good as the store bought version for a fraction of the cost.
quick access chest rig.
0 coins
unknown key
Shredded ID card, came from leg daemon zombie.
Gas mask.
Rufferto his loyal dog. Black German shepherd like mut.
Gas mask for Rufferto. Comically small. Not on him right now.
parachute strapped to Ruferto


Beast loot:
Bone plate
Vine tendril:Taken from bull like beast.


Status:
Rufferto is strapped to Groo right now
Description:
Nobody is quite sure what this is.  Top scientists have suggested that it's some sort of humanoid, possibly a crossbreed of some kind, but it has a face that look like it's been dragged along ten miles of bad road and an ever-present smile.


Name: Vincent MacMoordr Jr
Description:He has blue eyes, blond hair, and more scars than you would hope to get in your life.

Up to recently he was a stolway on a ship, then he jumped out the window while no one was looking with a pair of parachutes... that ship chashed soon after.
Stats
Strength: -1
Intelligence: -3
Dexterity: 1
Resilience: -3
Perception: 0
Charisma: +3

Skills
Piloting: -3
Marksmanship: +3
Daemonism: -3
Doctor: +3
Beast mastery: -3
Engineering: -3

Inventory: what you have on you.
knife*5
aviators clothing
long sword*2
Sniper rifle
>1 rounds
wounds: Shoulder shot, nothing major is to badly hit.



Name: Daemian McWehrnecigul
Description:  His eyes are gold. His face seems slightly off, even though no disfigurement is apparent. He has a lean build.

Unlike his brothers, he has devoted his life to his single focus of Daemons, to the exclusion of pretty much everything else. His greatest interest lies in daemonic phenomena, and he dreams of one day creating a breakthrough application of daemonism that allows a human to control a body filled with the might of daemons. He lost an arm and a leg in a daemonism experiment gone wrong (Damiin got the frequency wrong), and had them replaced with inert daemon metal limbs
Stats
Strength: 0
Intelligence: 0
Dexterity: +1
Resilience: +2
Perception: -2
Charisma: -1

Skills
Piloting: -2
Marksmanship: -2
Daemonism: +4
Doctor: -2
Beast mastery: -2
Engineering: -1

Inventory: what you have on you.
knife
aviators clothing
Daemon metal left arm
Daemon metal right leg
got a ten collectively mild shape shifting increased strength.
[9 book knife] Looks like someone took about every possible type of knife and blade and made it into a single knife. Words throw it and see on the back of the book. Disturbing smily face right underneath it.
severed daemon left arm
severed daemon right leg
Infection: The Weapon((Investigative daemonism mission: 2)).
Status: Hybridized.
Current powers:
Can talk to the weapon in his head.
Can communicate with daemons by touching daemon imbued things.
Name: Phineas
Description: ex pilot and a bit skilled at fixing his plane. Tought by his ol' pap from the great war when young and wished only to be a pilot just llike him.
About twenty years old
Stats
Strength:0
Intelligence:+1
Dexterity: -1
Resilience:+1
Perception:+0
Charisma:-2

Skills
Piloting:+2
Marksmanship:0
Daemonism: +0
Doctor: -2
Beast mastery:-2
Engineering: +1

Inventory: what you have on you.
knife
aviators clothing-Flack jacket and helmet.
Shot gun 10 shells (8 in total)3/6 shells. 10 loose
Light enginering kit (10)
blanket rope, expertly tied.
1 token left over
survival poncho can be made into a tent in a pinch.
Extremely explicit manuscript detailing an amorous adventure between you and a beast.
dexterity daemon hand and lower arm, good for sticking sewing and things that require a lot of fine coordination. Not so great with the brute force. tendered store bought power 5]


Name: THE WALL
Description: Creepy bald guy with a facial tattoo. He actually looks pretty skinny with now a fair bit of padding on him, but the huge piece of metal he's hauling around shows that he's deceptively strong. Doesn't speak except to yell about THE WALL.
Stats
Strength: +3
Intelligence: -2
Dexterity: -2
Resilience: +1
Perception: -1
Charisma: -2

Skills
Piloting: +0
Marksmanship: +0
Daemonism: +0
Doctor: +1
Beast mastery: -1
Engineering: +0
Status: flesh wound in side. Stings like hell but probably nonlethal.
Inventory:
2 GP
knife
aviators clothing not being worn.
Hugeass tower shield (-15) not on him right now.
insulation beast mod (-3)
Holding a shotgun.

[Beirus]

((What is boshing? Do you mean bashing? I'm gonna assume you mean bashing.))

"You're both stuck in a pair of what seem to be earrings. I think your bashing days might be behind you, unless you can do something really amazing with those rings. But you two seem like the type that wouldnt mind a bit of morally ambiguous work. We just finished appropriating this plane, stick with me and maybe we'll run into something else that might require knowledge of dubiously legal things. Although it would help to know what those earrings do."

More talking. If we arrive next turn, pocket the rings.

[spazyak]

Go help grue and the pilot up, if possible. Then get flying home

[syvarris]

Yeah, uh, we can climb in ourselves.  Maybe the pilot should just man the controls? >.>

[MidnightJaguar]

ugh, really sorry about missing that turn. Enlgish project kinda snuck up on me and next thing I know it's 2 AM.

((What is boshing? Do you mean bashing? I'm gonna assume you mean bashing.))

"You're both stuck in a pair of what seem to be earrings. I think your bashing days might be behind you, unless you can do something really amazing with those rings. But you two seem like the type that wouldnt mind a bit of morally ambiguous work. We just finished appropriating this plane, stick with me and maybe we'll run into something else that might require knowledge of dubiously legal things. Although it would help to know what those earrings do."

More talking. If we arrive next turn, pocket the rings.

Look, mate tell you the truth, we're both in a spot of bother right now, just can't seem to figure out where the hell either of us are. Perhaps you can help us out? To tell the truth neither of us quite now what's going on we had a bit of whiskey while we laid low and the next thing we know we both wake up in different rooms with some newfangled sound emitting contraption putting each others voices into the room between the two of us.

You pocket the rings.

Go help grue and the pilot up, if possible. Then get flying home

Uhh, yeah, you kinda need to be piloting. So we'll have them pull themselves out. The get in so you set course for home.

Yeah, uh, we can climb in ourselves.  Maybe the pilot should just man the controls? >.>

[str 4] Groo manages to pull himself into the back of the plane the pilot follows along.

[syvarris]

Groo looks around in confusion upon boarding the plane.  "Why is radio nazi so mad?"

Groo will pet Rufferto a bit, then let him run free.  Little doggy deserves it, after that whole fiasco.  He'll then go to find Daemead and get his pistol back.

[spazyak]

Send the following morse code message by repeatedly turning on and off the radio through out the ship:This is your captain speaking, we are going to ummmmmm have a nice flight home. temperature outside is a ummmm balmy seventy degrees out. ummm terbulance shouldn't be too bad. comolimentary snacks will be provided from stewardish grue.

get us home

[Beirus]

Damian keeps a hand on the rings in his pocket to maintain the conversation. "It's not good news. You're in a different world now. Those rooms you're in are the mental representation of the physical rings you're bound to. Seems like they're meant for communication. Anyway, I know a guy that might be able to help you two out once we get back."

Get the original pilot to handle the radio for landing and whatnot. Keep talking to the daemons. And go find Groo's pistol to give it back.

[MidnightJaguar]

Groo looks around in confusion upon boarding the plane.  "Why is radio nazi so mad?"

Groo will pet Rufferto a bit, then let him run free.  Little doggy deserves it, after that whole fiasco.  He'll then go to find Daemead and get his pistol back.

Groo lets Rufferto of the chest rig and the dog happily scampers about the plane free to run around at last. He looks happy, but clearly would like some beast meat.

Send the following morse code message by repeatedly turning on and off the radio through out the ship:This is your captain speaking, we are going to ummmmmm have a nice flight home. temperature outside is a ummmm balmy seventy degrees out. ummm terbulance shouldn't be too bad. comolimentary snacks will be provided from stewardish grue.

get us home

You send the mission
- .... .. ... / .. ... / -.-- --- ..- .-. / -.-. .- .--. - .- .. -. / ... .--. . .- -.- .. -. --. --..-- / .-- . / .- .-. . / --. --- .. -. --. / - --- / ..- -- -- -- -- -- -- / .... .- ...- . / .- / -. .. -.-. . / ..-. .-.. .. --. .... - / .... --- -- . .-.-.- / - . -- .--. . .-. .- - ..- .-. . / --- ..- - ... .. -.. . / .. ... / .- / ..- -- -- -- -- / -... .- .-.. -- -.-- / ... . ...- . -. - -.-- / -.. . --. .-. . . ... / --- ..- - .-.-.- / ..- -- -- -- / - ..- .-. -... ..- .-.. . -. -.-. . / ... .... --- ..- .-.. -.. -. .----. - / -... . / - --- --- / -... .- -.. .-.-.- / -.-. --- -- .--. .-.. .. -- . -. - .- .-. -.-- / ... -. .- -.-. -.- ... / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -... . / .--. .-. --- ...- .. -.. . -.. / ..-. .-. --- -- / ... - . .-- .- .-. -.. / --. .-. ..- . .-.-.-
But no one but the pilot seems to understand it.

In response he laughs but acts very protective of the radio. He then proceeds to jeolosully guard the radio until you come into radio range of the runway. Runway? He listens for second and then says Roger that Runway. This is Jermiah Chorshaw, Password for our mission is Epislon niner inner I repeat Epislon Ninner Ninner color of the day is blue. Also be advised we have a biological competent on board. It seems to be dead though. The antiaircraft guns stand down and you are allowed to land on the runway. Which you proceed to do.

Damian keeps a hand on the rings in his pocket to maintain the conversation. "It's not good news. You're in a different world now. Those rooms you're in are the mental representation of the physical rings you're bound to. Seems like they're meant for communication. Anyway, I know a guy that might be able to help you two out once we get back."

Get the original pilot to handle the radio for landing and whatnot. Keep talking to the daemons. And go find Groo's pistol to give it back.

The pistol is currently on the surface…because you threw it through the bulkhead. Anyway the plane has landed you have a turn to grab what you want before the spooks and a bunch of guys in 1940's era hazmat suits come in.
[/quote]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Groo V3
Stats:
Strength:+1
Intelligence:-2
Dexterity:+1
Resilience:+2 one stat point in resilience
Perception:+0
Charisma:-2

Skills:
Piloting:-1
Marksmanship:+3
Daemonism:+2
Doctor:-2
Beast mastery:-2
Engineering: -2

Inventory:
Bloodsoaked aviator's clothing
Nothing else?
M1911 (6/7)+0, 3 spare 7rnd mags,
a secod m1911 7/7+0 spare 7rnd mag.
An excessive amount of Shrooms in pockets. currently growing on the blood on his flight jacket.
shotgun (3/5) buck shot.
10 shells.
hilt of the daemon knife

another knife.
Cowboy hat
Badass longboat…covered in gore and paint.
5 katana just as good as the store bought version for a fraction of the cost.
quick access chest rig.
0 coins
unknown key found
Shredded ID card, came from leg daemon zombie.
Gas mask.
Rufferto his loyal dog. Black German shepherd like mut.
Gas mask for Rufferto. Comically small. Not on him right now.
parachute strapped to Ruferto
No longer strapped to Groo.

Beast loot:
Bone plate
Vine tendril:Taken from bull like beast.


Status:
Rufferto is strapped to Groo right now
Description:
Nobody is quite sure what this is.  Top scientists have suggested that it's some sort of humanoid, possibly a crossbreed of some kind, but it has a face that look like it's been dragged along ten miles of bad road and an ever-present smile.




Name: Daemian McWehrnecigul
Description:  His eyes are gold. His face seems slightly off, even though no disfigurement is apparent. He has a lean build.

Unlike his brothers, he has devoted his life to his single focus of Daemons, to the exclusion of pretty much everything else. His greatest interest lies in daemonic phenomena, and he dreams of one day creating a breakthrough application of daemonism that allows a human to control a body filled with the might of daemons. He lost an arm and a leg in a daemonism experiment gone wrong (Damiin got the frequency wrong), and had them replaced with inert daemon metal limbs
Stats
Strength: 0
Intelligence: 0
Dexterity: +1
Resilience: +2
Perception: -2
Charisma: -1

Skills
Piloting: -2
Marksmanship: -2
Daemonism: +4
Doctor: -2
Beast mastery: -2
Engineering: -1

Inventory: what you have on you.
knife
aviators clothing
Daemon metal left arm
Daemon metal right leg
got a ten collectively mild shape shifting increased strength.
[9 book knife] Looks like someone took about every possible type of knife and blade and made it into a single knife. Words throw it and see on the back of the book. Disturbing smily face right underneath it.
severed daemon left arm
severed daemon right leg
Infection: The Weapon((Investigative daemonism mission: 2)).
Status: Hybridized.
Current powers:
Can talk to the weapon in his head.
Can communicate with daemons by touching daemon imbued things.



Name: Phineas
Description: ex pilot and a bit skilled at fixing his plane. Tought by his ol' pap from the great war when young and wished only to be a pilot just llike him.
About twenty years old
Stats
Strength:0
Intelligence:+1
Dexterity: -1
Resilience:+1
Perception:+0
Charisma:-2

Skills
Piloting:+2
Marksmanship:0
Daemonism: +0
Doctor: -2
Beast mastery:-2
Engineering: +1

Inventory: what you have on you.
knife
aviators clothing-Flack jacket and helmet.
Shot gun 10 shells (8 in total)3/6 shells. 10 loose
Light enginering kit (10)
blanket rope, expertly tied.
1 token left over
survival poncho can be made into a tent in a pinch.
Extremely explicit manuscript detailing an amorous adventure between you and a beast.
dexterity daemon hand and lower arm, good for sticking sewing and things that require a lot of fine coordination. Not so great with the brute force. tendered store bought power 5]


Name: THE WALL
Description: Creepy bald guy with a facial tattoo. He actually looks pretty skinny with now a fair bit of padding on him, but the huge piece of metal he's hauling around shows that he's deceptively strong. Doesn't speak except to yell about THE WALL.
Stats
Strength: +3
Intelligence: -2
Dexterity: -2
Resilience: +1
Perception: -1
Charisma: -2

Skills
Piloting: +0
Marksmanship: +0
Daemonism: +0
Doctor: +1
Beast mastery: -1
Engineering: +0
Status: flesh wound in side. Stings like hell but probably nonlethal.
Inventory:
2 GP
knife
aviators clothing not being worn.
Hugeass tower shield (-15) not on him right now.
insulation beast mod (-3)
Holding a shotgun.

[syvarris]

((You seem to have accidentally killed a [/quote] tag, there.))

Aww, poor Rufferto.  Most of Groo's meat is human meat, but he'll let Rufferto gnaw on the beast head a little bit, while he tries to grab as much of the looted nazi equipment as possible.  Gotta replace that pistol, after all.

[Egan_BW]

Go pick up the cage with the dead beast in it, and carry it through the streets until I find some spooks.