((Huh. I thought Groo had grabbed rope from somewhere at some point. Would have made this so much easier. Also, MJ, what do you mean by Daemian waking up? He didn't pass out this time.))
"Damn, wish we had some rope. So, any of you folks want to take a shot at butchering that beor? If you fuck it up, we probably won't get paid. Might be better to haul the carcass back to the plane and let the spooks sort it out. That bull is probably worth some tokens too."
Go retrieve that bowie knife I threw if it is retrievable, along with any intact portions of the brain, entrails, and other gore that it tore out if I can get some coins for them. Recover more energy. Let the book daemon know I'll patch it up when we get home, and that it did a good job. Also, stay away from the bull beast.
((Ah, sorry that was unclear, I just meant that you had recovered enough energy to stand on your own power. Poor choice of description on my part.))
Some what unsteadily you follow the bowie knifes trail of through the underbrush until you come across a massive oak, the knife seems to have impacted in the center of the trunk and has competlly crumpled up. It more resembles a metal slug than anything else, the blade nearly flat and wrapped against the hilt. As for what’s on the knife itself, it’s just blood, the actual gore mostly seems to have come out the rear of the beast before splattering on the ground by it. You continue to recover more energy and feel a bit more steady on your feet.
You contact the book daemon. He still seems to be sobbing, but stops when you tell him good job and that you’ll try to fix him up when you get back to base.
GOOD JOB? WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME? WHY THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU CUT OFF MY DAMN HAND? AND WHY ARE YOU the demon pauses for a second clearly thinking about something, before continuing in a truly horrified voice
”...going me to heal me a new hand, wait, I’m not here to act as an advisor for knives, I’m some kind of farm animal aren’t I, existing solely to be harvested for parts.” The daemon pauses again before starting to sob again and moans, “Please just kill me then. Don’t drag it out like this. Please.”"FULTON IT."
Rip my shield off of the beast's face, and have a lay down on top of it.
You retrieve you shield and relax on top of it’s battered surface. Completlly ignoring Phineaus
Start dragging corpses back to the plane, try to contact people using the radio or rather try to get the frequency and such while shoving the microphone into THE WALL!'s face
Everyone else seems kind of busy trying to hack the beasts apart so in the intrest of not getting hacked to bits you just try to get the frequency right [int 6] You manage to get the frequency nailed down, you get some weird interference from a couple of other stations but the sound qualities pretty good in total. The wall however totally ignores you. The radio operator is a little confused about the silence and background noise.
Anyone there? Whats all that noise? Any one copy?Why stop at just brains and gore?
Dismember all the limbs from the beast for use later as spare parts for our own beasts.
If Daiman permits, we should preserve brain and heart as well for PARTS AND SCIENCE!
[str 3+2(due to ] assist roll [Groo str 5] There is precious little of the beors internals left that would be considered enough to preserve a knife moving at about mach 3 really does a number on the internals. Between the two of you though you manage to salvage enough bits of flame making organs that the Agents might actually pay you. Everything else is blasted beyond recognition
Groo cut up beastie! Groo helpful, and good at cutting!" He smiles wide and pops some long pork jerky into his mouth to emphasive his point.
Groo will go help by butchering the beor's corpse!
please see Aigres post.
Name: Groo V3
Stats:
Strength:+1
Intelligence:-2
Dexterity:+1
Resilience:+3
Perception:+0
Charisma:-2
Skills:
Piloting:+1
Marksmanship:+3
Daemonism:+2
Doctor:-2
Beast mastery:-2
Engineering: -2
Inventory:
Bloodsoaked aviator's clothing
An excessive amount of Shrooms in pockets. currently growing on the blood on his flight jacket.
Cowboy hat
Badass longboat…covered in gore and paint.
Quick-access chest rig
Gas mask (Not worn)
Bone Plate Beast Mod.
M1911 [2/7], 3 spare 7rnd mags
Nazi shotgun [4/5]
13 shotgun shells
Two Lugers [8/8][8/8] one spare mag.
Combat knife
5 katana just as good as the store bought version for a fraction of the cost.
17 coins
unknown key found
Shredded ID card, came from leg daemon zombie.
Rufferto his loyal dog. Black German shepherd like mutt.
Gas mask for Rufferto. Comically small. Not on him right now.
parachute strapped to Ruferto
Some more treats,
Parachute strapped to Groo.
Status:
Rufferto is not 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.
Rufferto description: His collar has a femur with a Rferaetios inscription inexpertly attached to it. He's completely adapted and learned to compensate for it.
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
1 Luger [7/8]
5 coins
Fixed up daemon knife. Looks like the daemon did fix it himself.
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.
Hates policemen.
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:+1
Intelligence:+1
Dexterity: 0
Resilience:+1
Perception:+0
Charisma:-2
Skills
Piloting:+2
Marksmanship:+1
Daemonism: +0
Doctor: -2
Beast mastery:-2
Engineering: +1
Inventory: what you have on you.
knife bounced away not near him right now.
aviators clothing-Flack jacket and helmet.
Shot gun 2/6 shells. 4 loose shells i.e. not in
Light enginering kit (10)
blanket rope, expertly tied.
0 coins.
Mostly put toghether radio
Beast arm on right arm. Claw variant. Got a small amount of discoloration around the arm
his left heel has a small amount of discoloration in it. It's a more of a darker shade than normal, as though its been dyed.
survival poncho can be made into a tent in a pinch.
Steel toed boots, toes are alright but he just can't get that heel to turn out right. somewhat shiny.
Metal shin guards. (On him)
Extremely explicit manuscript detailing an amorous adventure between you and a beast.
dexterity daemon hand and lower arm, good for stitchinging sewing clock repair 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 (2 points invested)
Intelligence: -2
Dexterity: -2
Resilience: +1
Perception: -1
Charisma: -2
Skills
Piloting: +0
Marksmanship: +0
Daemonism: +1
Doctor: +1
Beast mastery: 0
Engineering: +0
Inventory:
3 GP
knife
aviators clothing not being worn.
Hugeass tower shield (-15)
insulation beast mod (-3)
Beast arm (-7) Perfect condition (Claw variant) bio luminescent arm.
Music tape zwingend notwendig nacho Reienfolge von Führer Wagners- Die Walkure
STATUS:
Simple fracture in his left femur. Hurst a lot and I would not suggest walking on it.
Superficial cuts on his back
Name: Aigresaur
Description: Rawr Rawr Rawr It's an Aigresaur
Stats
Strength: +1
Intelligence: -2
Dexterity: -1
Resilience: +1
Perception: -2
Charisma: +2
Skills
Piloting: -2
Marksmanship: -2
Daemonism: -1
Doctor: -2
Beast mastery: +3
Engineering: +1
Inventory: what you have on you.
knife
aviators clothing
Beastmaster Kit--It comes with a variety of ropes, nets, and large syringes filled with fast acting tranquilizers….. try not to overdo those. In addition to that it comes with bone saws, a couple of scapels that resemble a butchers cleaver along with some other knives and grabbers at the bottom of it all is a reciprocating rotary saw with a huge battery. It's also got a variety of acids to chew through metal, in a little pocket by the side of it, theres a see through plastic case with a business card on it. It reads We understand that beast anatomy is vastly varied, in the event that you encounter a beast that you are unable to dissect or capture please contact this number at the first available opportunity. It also lists a radio frequency and the words. We Deliver.
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