Name: Kongor X (Couldn't think of a better name, mostly)
Species: Intelligent Gorilla
Job: Trained warrior
Trait: Very LIMITED magic ability (When in a fight, he can turn his anger into a blast of fire, ice, or electricity that generates from his fists or whatever weapon he's using to use on his foes. The effects happen randomly i.e. he might want to freeze something but instead it might explode)
Stats
Mind: 1
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 1
Equipment:
Standard melee weapon: a dual ended mace
Standard armor set: The kind of metal plating that would fit a gorilla
50 leftover monies
Well, not really sure how to get this party started so for this one time occasion I guess I'll just walk into the middle of the crab crowd, charge my ability and STRIKE THE EARTH!
Bonus points for Dwarf Fortress reference, intentional or otherwise. (3+1) let's see, fire, ice, or electricity? (2) Fire it is. You wade into the crowd watching the octopus and Slam your mace into the ground. a burst of flame erupts out in a ring, giving everyone within ten feet a case of hot foot. this incites a bit of panic, and now you are in the center of, effectively, a mosh pit. You shout "Macks Rule, Crabs drool!" because someone has to, and Mister Itch ain't exactly a talker.
Try to locate the team; hopefully the sounds of mayhem can clue me in as to what direction to head in. If and when I locate them, watch things unfold from a distance.
Name: Rosaline “Rosy” Cobb
Animal Species: Honey Badger (anthro)
size: As tall as a short human, but stocky.
Job / Class: Commando
Background: Following a short, but violent military career, Rosy found good money working as an enforcer for a third world warlord (the kind backed by a first world intelligence agency). However, even Rosy has standards, so when when she realized she didn’t have the stomach for that kind of work, she decided to head homeward and see if she could use her skills in a more honest profession. For better or worse, she ended up here.
Stats
Mind:0
Strength:2
Dexterity:2
Equipment
Duffel Bag
Worn yet reliable Assualt Rifle
- Silencer
Hand forged Kukri
Surplus Kevlar Body armor
- Hobo Disguise
5 Monie
(6) you follow your nose and your ears toward the sound and smell of trouble brewing. You think you are getting closer when you round a corner and bump nose first in to the back of some rather hairy creature. It already seems rather angry for some reason, and turns on you with a roar, pawfists raised. Well, so much for observing at a distance.This is definitely the place though; you see at least tow of the others in the thick of things already.
Lenora tries to find something long enough to do this with, after all, its not a good idea to get something that could kill you mad at you
You look around the room, evaluating various items for their use in scratching a cat's ass. HTere'sa pencil, that'd probably work. might get a little pokey though. some poons anda butter knife on one of the tables. maybe the shaft of one of those little decorative flags? You look down at your talons, thinking hard about what might possibly be effective at scratching a cat's ass. Something like a claw or beak or something. The cat yowls impatiently.
Use my psychic extrasensory to get a rough idea of how many people are nearby. Do a quick look around for escape routes (which hares and rabbits are notorious for having multiple of) and strike up a conversation with my host, who may or may not be affiliated with the Crabs gang.
”So i’ve been hearing rumors of a gang war starting up. What’s all that about? did someone get a little too bold with their tagging?”
your stat sheet would help me when rolling for these kinds of things. as is, I'll roll with your stats all at zero. No sheet means no stats. Which means, you'll get a rough idea of (2) how many people are in this room. You think roughly two.
The hare laughs a little. "What are you, a cop, sweetie? Never you mind that. Here, eat. Where you from, sweetie? Definitely not these parts." She places a plate in front of you, folds her paws, and closes her eyes for a moment in silent prayer before picking up a two prongede fork and digging into her meal. There are two exits from thi room - one you came in from, and one further into the building. There's also the window over the sink. It's partly open to let the heat in, or out.
Name: Gala
Animal Species: Intelligent Galapagos Turtle
size: Big
Job / Class: Tank/Meatshield
Special Trait: Taunt: Force enemies to only attack Gala next turn
Stats
Mind:1
Strength: 3
Dexterity:0
Equipment: standard armor set (40 monies), autonomous helper bot (50 monies), 10 spare monies
attack(bite) a crab distracted by the octopus.
(4) you reach out and bite a shin covered in a red scarf. You draw blood and drop the herbivore to the ground, howling in pain. "you're not seafood!" you shout. As warcries go, this was one of them.
"Oh shit its all gone wrong!"
Put the fire out then run to some cover and start shooting the gang people.
Name: Blarg
Animal Species: Anthropomorphic Zebra
size: Slightly taller than the average human.
Job / Class: Pistolero
Stats
Mind: 1
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 1
Equipment:
Standard firearm: A Mauser C96, an old as dirt ten round semi-auto handgun, it appears to have been gold plated.
Standard melee weapon: An old dingy golf club with a reinforced handle, from the looks of it its a nine iron.
standard armor set: A black business suit with a Kevlar vest underneath it, and a M1 Helmet.
Lighter
Bottle of rubbing alcohol
Some rags
19 monies
(1) Yeah, not happening, sparky. (3) you manage, at least, to shimmy out of your burning pants. You have to take off your shoes to do so, so now you are in your underwear with a sleeve on fire, watching your pants turn to ash, illuminated by glorious blue flames. Reaction roll for everyone else who witnessed the spectacle: (4) You get a lot of head shakes, and someone laughs and points, but since you were unable to actually do anything hostile this turn, no one bothers you - they have angrier fish to fry. And by fish, I mean anthropmorphic animals.
Name: Kitsugare "Kit""
Animal Species: Snow Fox
Size: A bit small.
Job/Class: Spellcaster
Trait: Natural Spellcasting (Kit already has the basics of spellcasting down, and knows Mage Hand as a cantrip. This cantrip summons an ghostly hand that can interact with the world on behalf of its summoner. Who knows what else Kitsugare'll learn...)
Stats:
Mind: 3
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 1
Equipment:
Spell Book - A faded, pastel pink book, with a broken clasp where a lock would go. Normally tied shut with a long blue ribbon. Has straps so he can Mage Hand it to be carried on his back. Written in a code only he knows, or so he claims. (Contents: Magic Missile, Minor Illusion) "I can't tell you how aggravating it is to rely on paper to remember my spells. But at least I crammed Mage Hand into my skull..."
Focus - A really nice vape pen, long emptied of juice. "If you hold it in your mouth long enough, you can start to taste the knowledge of the old days... It's kinda fruity and sweet."
Melee Weapon - Mildly enchanted Bowie Knife with a faintly glowing 7 on the handle. "That's the number of people who've tried to touch my book... and failed. Care to make it 8?"
30 Monies
"Woah, I just phased out a bit. We found Crabs, right? Cool."
He pages to where he found Magic Missile, and begins reading from the book, putting strange intonations to the words.
"Dear Diary... Today I found a dinosaur of a fashion. Red scarves - Ha! It's so outdated it should be extinct. Good thing we have a few missiles up our sleeve, eh?"
(Cast: Magic Missile. Target: Any animal with a red scarf.)
(6) Your missile flies straight forward twelve feet, turns left, and shoots up past your shoulder at a seventy degree angle. You turn to find it, but don't see where it went. A moment later, a scarved eagle falls out of the sky right in front of you. It lands with a dull thud.
Hmm. Bob should be able to take care of himself for now, without me telling him what to do. He's in the group, and he's got enough sense to stay with the group when the fighting starts.
...Probably.
Gershom flies towards the lone slug, and wills his magic focus to look as red and shiny as possible, so it'll be able to grab the slug's eye and do... whatever magic foci do to enhance spells. (What do they do, by the way? Make the spell more powerful, or easier to cast, or something else?)
In the minute it takes to get there, Gershom tries to recall the easiest-to-cast spell that will put the slug into any variety of a hypnotic state that is particularly conductive to emotion-related work. Failing that, any somnambulism-depth hypnosis spell will do. (Probably not an issue for any hypnotherapist to remember, let alone someone with Mind 4, so I'm not making it a separate action. But if the next part of the action is putting too much into one turn, feel free to ignore it.)
As soon as the slug's attention is drawn to the ball, Gershom casts the spell on him. Hell, he'll cast the spell even if the slug is too high to care or dead-set on ignoring the ball. There's a fight brewing with Bob at the center, no time to waste.
Mind you, it doesn't need to be very deep hypnosis. Just something to make him more receptive to the words of a stranger. I don't really intend to make him do something that will feel deeply wrong to him, like cause a gas explosion. (I probably would, though, if I had more time before I had to get back to Bob. Explosions are so shiny.)
All I want is to make the slug's morals and emotions take precedence over the gang mentality, without putting him in any significant danger.
Name: Gershom Sauermann
Animal Species: Intelligent Raven
Size: 24 inches from bill to tail
Job / Class: Hypnotherapy Postgraduate / Mental Wizard
Special Trait: Voice of Sauermann - if I pick my words carefully and control my tone of voice, I can speak in such a way that anyone hearing me will feel a strong, deep desire to agree without thinking.
Stats
Mind: 4
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 0
Equipment
Magic Focus (Mental Magic): a walnut-sized crystal ball fitted to a collar, which shows anything I want it to show and magically attracts the attention of anyone who sees it.
Spellbook (Mental Magic): an enormous, horribly dry monography on all the spells that were ever known to influence minds. It's a great aid in hypnosis, since it drives lesser minds into stupor within minutes of trying to read it.
Robert Smith: a heavy-set orangutan with a football player's build and some neatly trimmed, polished nails. He is enthralled by equal amounts of magic and reason, and believes that I always have the best idea on what to do.
A magical focus does all of those things. without one, magic is more wild, less directable. With a magic focus, magic isrolled normally. without, magic is at disadvangtage, which means i either give a malus to the roll, roll twice and take the lower, or simply weaken the results somehow. So, let' see, yo uare approaching the slug and attempting to get it focused on your shiny to hypnotize it? (3) lessee, mental state of the slug (3). It wiggles it's eyesalks in yourgeneral direction. You can't tell if it's paying attention tothe shiny or not, because eyestalks. His head is definitely turned in your direction, for what that's worth.
"Haha, this is fun!"
Grab my tools and hastily uninstall that shiny stereo system. Try to keep the crowd entertained by shouting and being a rude punk.
Name: June
Animal Species: Intelligent Octopus
Size: Large dog
Job / Class: Wannabe mech pilot
Special Trait: Tech Wiz (June is naturally proficient with technology and can almost always use even tech she's never encountered before.)
Stats
Mind: 3
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 1
Equipment
Armored Quadrupedal Lifter (A heavy lifter the size of a forklift with four mechanical legs and arms for lifting cargo. Modified with forwards-facing steel plates to protect the driver. June nicked it from her old job as a Warehouse worker.)
Toolkit (A box containing several useful things, both for regular maintenance and assorted mischief.)
Breathing Mask (A rubber and plastic "mask" encompassing the funnel and breathing aperture, linked by a pair of tubes to a water tank strapped under the mantle. The water tank also includes a small machine that aerates the water and a removable filter for waste.)
(2) you fail to uninstall the radio on account of the several sets of hands reaching for you: (5) which you manage to evade, while retaining the control stick of your robolifter. The crowd seems to be finding it's own amusement, at the expense of your own.
Name: Mr. Itch
Animal Species: Roach
Size: Intimidating, borderline distressing Girth. (8ft)
Job / Class: Smash.
Special Trait: Extremely Robust: Immune to petty things like pain, illness, blood loss, decapitation, radiation, fear, doubt, mercy, etc.
Stats
Mind:0
Strength: 4
Dexterity:0
Equipment (start with 100 monies)
Standard Armor (-40)
Big Ass Metal Club (-10)
Fancy Fitted suit and fashionable hat (-5?)
45 remaining.
Things Mr. Itch is
Mute, Polite, Practical, Questionably Amoral
Things Mr. Itch is not
Hesitant, Fearful, Respectful of personal space, Easily Comprehensible
Mr. Itch tilts his head to the side a bit. Mr. Itch is exactly where he intends to be at all times. He checks if they are wearing red bandanas. If they are, he will swing his club straight into the Rhino's kneecap and then back up to assess the emerging situation. If they are not so marked, he will continue to stare at them. If they become aggressive, start breaking them until they are no longer aggressive.
Well, things have gone sideways already, so let's just skip right to the kneecapping, shall we? (4 v 2) You drop the Rhino like a brick. (1 v 4) the rest of the thugs jump you, controlling your metal bat arm and knocking you on your back. They're probably hitting you as well. The Rhino definitely is not hitting you. It's too busy squealing in pain.
a lot of you are now in a very dangerous situation. Death rolls are immanent. you've basically instigated a riot from the inside, with you as the target. The biggest grouping of dangerous critters is the one wrestling with Mr Itch, while the crowd around the gorilla and octopus is larger, but filled with more random people and panic.
Of course, the biggest threat remains the cat, having not gotten his ass scratched per his demand.
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