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[5e IC] Call of Fate [2076 Game Thread]

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« Reply #915 on: <10-08-16/0616:28> »
The call from the girl wrenched Isaint's attention back from the abyss of fury.
Evading the opening blast from the girls SMG, Isaint brought his own weapon to the shoulder. 'I'm sorry, but this can not go on.' "Vade Retro".
He fired a quick burst himself - at the girl's weapon. The armor piercing rounds found the gun and sent it flying from her grip. Hopefully far enough so that she would need a moment to recover it.

Time to take on the cause of this incident: The large nightmarish form next to the girl didn't look happy about his little ploy ending so soon.

"VADE RETRO". Isaint charged.
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« Reply #916 on: <10-08-16/1512:52> »
Robyn's whip lashes out and catches one of the spirits in a good strike..............but not quite good enough.  Al2 charges in and grips the creature in its jaws, but fails to find a way past its armor and the thing is still standing, but certainly not as confidently as it had been when it materialized.  The Elf readies her whip for a second strike.
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« Reply #917 on: <10-09-16/1844:44> »
Robyn again feels a compulsion to give in to her lusty nature and respond to her natural inclination to have sex with Al right here and now and it is only through a strong sense of will that she manages to resist.

Al2 remains in place and attempts to bite the spirit, which easily turns the attack away.  It sneers at the Hell Hound in contempt, thus causing it to have its attention turned elsewhere when Robyn sends her second strike at the manifested being.  Too late, it realizes the danger and tries to turn aside from the threat of the monowhip, failing.  The additional damage is more than enough to send the spirit back to its plane.
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« Reply #918 on: <10-10-16/0846:38> »

Ini Phase 4:

Free Action: Called Shot Vitals
Free Action: Adept Centering
Complex Action: Isaint charges Nightmare R8 (who sustains compulsion on IC girl)
Banzai Charge: 24d6t5 9 [24d6t5=3, 4, 2, 3, 1, 6, 5, 6, 3, 3, 3, 1, 6, 3, 6, 6, 6, 6, 3, 6, 3, 1, 3, 4]
Spending Edge for Reroll: Edge Reroll: 15d6t5 7
Reaching Limit 10

Defense: 28d6t5 7 [28d6t5=3, 1, 3, 6, 3, 2, 6, 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 3, 4, 6, 6, 5, 3, 1, 1, 2, 4, 1, 1, 2, 4, 3, 4]
2 net hits: 14 DV AP Magic
Soak: 8d6t5 2

Total damage 12 - Spirit disrupted.



One step, Isaint let the rifle fall into it's sling
Two steps, Isaint brought up his gauntlet, blazing from the ambient energies setting the little crucifixes on the knuckles into sharp contrast
Three steps, Isaint used a stone at the side of the walk way to gain hight and catapulted himself into the air

"VADE RETRO, DRECKSACK!"

And with the accumulated force of his anger, the momentum of his jump as well as - what he was certain was a nudge of his patron - he plunged fist first into the hooded form of the Nighmare spirit, ripping his void black essence with the blazing light of his weapon focus.
The solid form dissipated and Isaint had to roll over his shoulder to avoid crashing into the ground.

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« Reply #919 on: <10-13-16/0803:21> »
As their orderly retreat under Rick's barrier descended into utter pandemonium, Al took advantage of the time-dulling qualities of his Dog-given reflexes to consider the she-demon before him..

To be fair, she'd duplicated every detail of Alyce's nude form to perfection, right down to her depilatory habits and the way certain parts jiggled as she slipped his punch. He figured she must be sucking the image from his head, because this was the Alyce he remembered from eight years back, rather than her somewhat leaner current incarnation as Robyn.

Hellspawn were materilizing all around and throughout their group, the barrier that had previously shielded them now forcing the melee into claustrophobically tight quarters. All around him teeth and weapons flashed, commands were shouted, and dying devils wailed. Al figured that as long as they were doing time in Hell, might as well have some eye-candy, and decided to kill naked-Alyce last. He didn't have to look far to see another one, black and amorphous, with its attention on Lady Raven. Never one to miss a dirty blow, he muttered the names of three and a half voodoo gods and slammed the brass knuckles they bestowed upon him into the back of what passed for a head on the thing. Its half-physical form firmed up just fine under his voudoun-blessed blow, and he sent it reeling ghostly-visage-first into the unyielding ground.

He had the abomination on the ropes and was stepping in for the kill when a cannonball hit him between the shoulders, sending him momentarily off balance. Some idiot was shooting into the press. A quick glance confirmed his suspicion, and he muttered, "Give a woman a gun, git shot inna back, natch." But he had no time to deal with her - the stunned demon was starting to come up off the ground, rising unnaturally in defiance of gravity. Al mentally thanked his Pa for the jacket then jumped high and came down atop the upper half of the thing in a vicious pounce. Stuck his left thumb into one glowing eye and latched on before jackhammering his brass-knuckled right repeatedly into the thing until its form dissipated into nothingness.
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« Reply #920 on: <10-13-16/0832:23> »
[Sunday July 5th, 2076; Gardens of Dis, Below, London]

The last remaining Nephilim, the diabolically naked Robyn, draws herself up, her blind eyes surveying you all with haughty contempt but then she gives a mew, that might be pleasure or perhaps pain and wraps herself around the figure that shudders in to sight in your midst… it is as if the very air is trying to claw itself away from the dreadful figure…although you can’t put your finger on it you are pretty certain you are staring at your worst nightmare incarnate and only the thin barrier of the astral softens the impact of the thing’s sightless gaze.  It’s voice comes to you without the unfortunate necessity of your ear drums, setting your adrenalin glands racing in a primal response to terror

~I Mark you pewling mortals. You dare to interrupt our slumber with your brash displays of power. Now you may never rest for I will be watching you…~

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« Reply #921 on: <10-13-16/0953:37> »
Robyn looks about and calls her Hell Hound to her side as the last of the demons fades away.  She barely has time to consider that every member of her team now knows what she looks like starkers when the other form appears.  In spite of herself, Robyn takes a step back from the nightmare.  She has never even heard of something this terrifying and not even the demon in Cambodia had elicited such a feeling of dread in her.  Nevertheless, she forces herself to come stop walking backwards and be prepared to act if the..................thing.............decides to do more than talk. 
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« Reply #922 on: <10-13-16/1042:18> »
"Well, watch this: VADE RETRO"

And once again, Isaint launched himself blazing fist first into the vast figure in front of him. Once more he felt the push his patron gave him, felt how the rage his patron bestowed on him kept the dread at bay. It would cost him - probably very much and very soon - but for now he was vessel and weapon of for St. George, the Dragon Slayer, the Protector. 'You won't get them, not while I live.'

He wasn't sure if the spirit had materialized or only manifested - but he didn't particularly care either and neither did his active weapon focus: As a dual natured object itself it had no trouble hitting things in the astral, now that the spirit had foolishly revealed his position.

Just as he was about to connect, the second succubus slithered in front of her lord, taking the attack fully to the face. The succubus was disrupted, but the brief moment of slowing down was enough for the Nightmare to move just enough to the side that Isaint only graced his essence.
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« Reply #923 on: <10-18-16/0903:19> »
[Sunday July 5th, 2076; Gardens of Dis, Below, London]
 
With a ghastly laugh the spirit is gone…only its voice lingers briefly
 
~Everyone sleeps, even you Dragon Slayer…~
 
And you all realise that the palpable tension in the air is gone, you hadn’t even noticed its heaviness in the adrenalin fuelled combat high…presumably it was caused by the very presence of the diabolical Nephilim.
 
Ethereal turns to you with a sad look on what you can see of her hooded visage
 
“You should not have come here.  I do not know what Fate brought you here but you have woken something that should have slept…”  turning to address Isaint “If that is your totem perhaps you were drawn here, I do not know…but I pity you.  Go now, there are too many great powers here, it is an irrepressible lure for the darkness.  I suspect you will not listen to my advice but I urge you to flee Below.  Seek the sunlight for it is abhorrent to the shadows.”
 
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« Reply #924 on: <10-18-16/0932:34> »
"That fucker will have to get in line with my other nightmares.
But yeah, thanks for the tip. It's not like we came here for a picknick. Time to invest in a FAB III air-freshener"

Giving once again the sign to disengage - with a little emphasis in Robyn's direction - Isaint nodded towards the IC girls and said barely audible: "Next time we select the meeting ground." 

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« Reply #925 on: <10-18-16/1025:55> »
Robyn retracts the whip back into her finger and calls Al2 to her side as the ethereal woman speaks.  She listens to ISaint then says, "Our thanks for intervening to help us.  I live Below and do not wish to abandon my home here so will have to find a way to make peace with the spirits, but I will certainly avoid this place in the future.  As for the rest of us, we are forced here by The Old One to complete a task for him."
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« Reply #926 on: <10-18-16/1059:39> »
Isaint had to suppress the impulse to face palm while still wearing his cestus.
<<Robyn. What. The. Hell. Old Ones Agents meet Iron Company Heir. Maybe you want to take out an add in the papers about our plans. Shut your mouth at once. NOW!>>
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« Reply #927 on: <10-18-16/1141:38> »
Although kicking the crap out of Satan's servants was one of Al's very favorite things in the world to do, he nonetheless found himself greatly relieved at the survivors' craven departure. There was an ugly aura about them, something inky and wrong that he didn't want anywhere near his soul.

But whatever dread they took with them, they left a greater behind...Al glanced around and saw no one hurt....the ground team was all there, as was Rick....but no sign of Jackhammer or Iris, whom they'd lost comms with during the tussle.

"Anyone got a ping on Dream Queen an' the Big Guy?," he asked, but was headed in the direction of their overwatch positions without waiting for an answer.

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« Reply #928 on: <10-18-16/1249:21> »
'Shit. What do I have to fear from a Nightmare spirit when I have a life nightmare in my real life.'

Isaint turned to Al: "On it. I'm hailing them now."

<<Jackhammer, Iris, where are you? Please respond - fight's over we are regrouping at Robyn's place.>>

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« Reply #929 on: <10-18-16/1654:10> »
It took Al seconds to reach the overwatch position. He found no one there. But their trail was not hard to follow. Tracking Jackhammer was like stalking an elephant in any conditions. More worryingly, though, Iris's trail was almost equally plain. They had certainly taken no care in their movements.

The trails were the same for a short while, then split in some light foliage near one of the park's entrances. He bent to look at the sign more closely, wincing as the movement brought a deep bruise at the nape of his neck to his attention. Damned girls with guns. Oughtta be a law...

He heard from Isaint that there was no response on their comms, but that Robyn was tracking their signal. All well and good, but Al wasn't waiting. Figuring Iris was most vulnerable, he moved off in her direction and found her within a few seconds in an alcove along one of the exit passages. She was sitting in brackish puddle, head down, hands over her ears, just rocking back and forth, her already brazen outfit indecent in its careless disarray, the cloth marred by flight through brambles, skin besmirched by the filth of Below.

He squatted before her, but got no response until he gently pulled her hands from her ears. She looked at him questioningly, and he was about to say something when he saw some of his companions reach the point where the trail had split. He waved and pointed, speaking into his mic: <<Big Guy went thataway, an' he weren't treadin' lightly - just look fer broken shit.>>

Then he returned his attention to the dishevelled beauty, standing and drawing her up by her hands. He adjusted some clothes so lightly she didn't even feel the touch, rendering her decent.

She was muttering something almost inaudibly as he walked her hand-in-hand back towards the others.

 

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