"Priscilla wonders if THE WALL also gets a present. THE WALL does not care, is wall."
Examine substance inside the bottle, then stow it for later.
A͡h w̶e͞l͏l ҉we tho͘u̕g͞ht that ̸you̴r̛ gi̷ft ͘w̕ou̸ld̷ ̴ac̷t͜ a͠s the w̕all̷s ͟g̷i̡ft̀ ͘as̴ ͢we͢ll. ͢Y͘ou̡'̷l̨l see҉ ́w͜haţ w͟è me҉a҉n ̧i͟f y̵ou͟ ͘ȩnd u͟p ͢dr҉i̕nki͘n̶ģ it͡.
You tear of the christmas themed packaging, festooned with a cartoonish reindeer like beast with leathery wings and a psychotic looking Santa holding a sack filled with firearms, and stare at the glass bottle inside. [int 2] You peer closely at it. Maybe it’s a fine wine?
((Happy new year, y'all.))
Open my present. Make contact and say Hi. Go see about painting the knife picture into a daemon metal golem. Buy the additional paint or shade of paint for daemon metal if I need to with my payment from the mission. Wish the book daemon Merry Christmas and summon the golem if I have the energy to not have a chance of dying, after ordering it not to harm me of course. Merry Christmas.
You open your present, inside it is a an old style ring.
You here a somewhat distraught female voice.
Who the hell are you? What have you done with my husband? You quickly cut the connection again. And set about modifying the painting of almost every knife in existence into that of a daemon mech. Returning to the aparement you collect your paints. [Daemonism 5+4=9] It’s tough working around all the knives but something posses you and when the fervor clears you have made a somewhat disturbing looking mech it ssems to be somehow made of knives, though at the same time it looks like some of the knives are stabbing the the mech as well. Disregarding this worrying fact you decide to summon the daemon mech. With the horrible sound of screaming the daemon is shoved into reality. It staggers around for a second seeming to need to orient itself with the real world and clearly in a lot of pain. It's about 8 feet in height, and is roughly humanoid, though instead of smooth metal it seems to be instead a number of knives, several of which seem to jab into it with it's every move. You great it with a customary, Merry Christmas, It stops staggering around before it seem to recognize you. [Daemonism 2+4=6] [daemon power 1+6=7] It lurches towards you disregarding your will, screaming
YOU! YOU! YOU DID THIS TO US YOU MOTHERFUCKER. WE ARE GOING TO TEAR YOU APART![/glow] as it charges towards you in it’s knify glory
[dex 2] you clumslly dodge out of the way of it’s outstretched arm as it charges into a building, seeming to cut into the brick without really slowing down...or at least you think you do until you look down at your arm and see your non daemon arm lying just where you dodged.
Open the present and taste the bottle, wave good by to satan claus
(Merry x-year also I have something I so want to make on this that will make up for the lack of strength of the daemon hand))
You take a sip of the bottle. It would appear to be extremlly highgrade alcholol, high enough to make a Molotov cocktail in it, or diluted could have quite a few parties. You also open the present, it’s a small very high RPM rotary saw. Perfect for fine metal working and some mild sculpting. You wave goodbye as Santa Claus hightails it back to his government issued car. This santa has a very modern slay.
Yayy! Open present, then get paid!
Groo tears his box open to reveal a .22 caliber two shot derringer with 12 bullets included. He then chases after the now radpilly retreating santa calling
Groo needs chirstmas bonus.
Everyone who is not Damian heres a faint scream a couple of blocks away. Santa while previously he was just observing the proceedings and didn't seem to care when Damian wandered off by himself, Now suddenly stops and begins to sprint towards his car before diving in and zooming off towards the sound.
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.
has been made into a horribly insane and pained painted daemon mech of knives.
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.
status: Missing an arm. Should probably take care of that sooner than later.
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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