Bedlam is half dozing in front of the security screens on a hot afternoon a few days later when the attack begins. He see ranks of porkers and their strange hybrid lizard-dogs, motorbikes belching smoke, and a huge track-mounted piece of ancient heavy machinery, a formidable drill mounted on armoured tracks. They will be in the square in scant moments!

Imagine the linked picture, but covered in welded sheet of steel and spikes. http://www.istockphoto.com/sto...vehicles-at-work.php

The others, working outside, can hear the distictive chop-chop of the approaching porker helicopter. Battle is about to be joined, and you must execute you defensive plan swiftly.

Please roll Init and tell me where you are on the map.

OOC: 10:14, Today: Roach Coach rolled 19 using 1d20+4. Initiative.

 Absorbing some rays from the sun she is brought up short by the harsh sounds of machines rolling towards them. Lifting her heavy hammer she glances to the others to be sure they are aware of the porkers arrival. "Ok, everyone find a spot and get ready for some blood letting.

 She moves inside and takes up a spot to observe the porkers and how they are deploying themselves for the attack.

18:30, Today: Flora rolled 9 using 1d20+1. inititive

Crinkles stands atop the warehouse roof, his gun ready to cut into the pokers. He tries to maintain as much cover as possible to protect from the helicopters.

01:22, Today: Crinkles rolled 9 using 1d20+2. init.

From the basement of the Soup Kitchen Bedlam's thoughts drift into the minds of the crew.

~We've got porkers inbound with some heavy machinery, folks. I'm on my way. Socket, leave the robot and get your eyes down here.~

OOC:
Bedlam Jones rolled 7 using 1d20+4. Initiative.

If Socket has gone back to the dabber tribe, Bedlam will be summoning Rufus (his erstwhile live-dwarven missile weapon) to the control bunker.

Bedlam grabbed his lamppost and charged for the stairs, his thoughts fading in the minds of some of the crew as he moved out of range.

~They're coming from north, west and east, with the heavy equipment on the east. Remember the plan. Focus our defense on the warehouse. They have to come through the doorways where their numbers won't be an advantage. And once the flyer is down, we can fall back across the roof to the kitchen where we repeat the process.~

~Crinkles and T-Bird, you have the warehouse roof. Take out their flyer as soon as possible.~

~Roach, take the alley between the buildings. O16 Be ready to climb the walls when things get tight.~

~Tom, you've got the eastern alley. O22 One or two shots, then fall back to the doorway. U21~

~Flora, you have the north door of the warehouse. O19~

~I'll draw some of them into the dining room, then join you from the back alley. So we'll be out of telepathy range for a while.~

~Socket, lock down the kitchen as soon as you see I'm clear. Let us know if they get to the stairs.~

The giant takes the stairs three at a time, heading for the front door. O06

OOC:

Bedlam:

Remember the plan.

Which, of course, has not been around to be remembered :)
If it's in character, feel free to go your own way.

Basic idea is to have some of the porker forces waste time trying to get through the doors into a mostly empty soup kitchen while we engage the rest of the forces through the bottleneck doorways of the warehouse.

If the GM is feeling generous, Bedlam's priorities for defensive measures are:
1. Soup kitchen doors fully functional.
2. Ballista on the warehouse roof.
3. Sandbags / rubble walls for cover on the roofs.
4. Sandbags / rubble walls on roofs can be pushed/pulled over to block trapdoors.
5. A minion droid in the dining room (to draw fire / delay).

Again, characters are free to diverge if their player feels it is appropriate.

Being out on the roof anyway roach takes bedlam's orders and scuttles over the edge and hides himself in the shadows high up in the alley

"Will do, dropping a big rock or heavy chain on top of them should wreck their day." Thunderbird says to Bedlam, looking at the direction that the aircraft is coming from.

08:14, Today: Thunderbird rolled 9 using 1d20. init.

You get into position just in time. From the east comes the porker heavy drill, roaring like a tornado and belching foul black smoke. Hordes of porker foot soldiers spill into the square with it, the first in line moving to engage Flora and Tom.

From the north come a pack of the porker plizogs - pig/lizard/dog hybrids that have a nasty habbit of running up walls with their gecko feet.

Finally, half a dozen porkers on large low-slung motorbikes cruise into the square and begin the classic "drive around in a wide circle revving their engines intimidatingly" move. The lead porker drives right past Bedlam, but instead of swinging his battleaxe, the porker draws his finger across his throat in the international language for "you're dead".

The helicopter carrying the gun platform is still outside the combat zone but will arrive soon to provide air support...

The bad guys won init, so I gave them a free move into position. Combat begins now with you acting first.

Round 1. Init Order: Delvers, Porkers. Combat map updated.

Regarding the rooftop barricades - anyone next to the X at the roof edge gains cover.

Bedlam quickly scans the Porkers on motorbikes. Ignoring the lead bike, he focuses his attention on fourth rider, the one with a gun drawn instead of a battleaxe.

Round 1:
Standard Action: Mental Push vs (whichever) rider with gun.
Bedlam Jones rolled 13 using 1d20+6. Mental Push vs Warhog w/gun.
That is an attack vs Will.
If successful, the target takes 3 damage (psi) and shoots the rider at M4.

If no riders have guns, target the plizog at I11 to attack the plizog at H10.

The giant then steps back into the kitchen and closes the front door.

Move Action: Shift to P06 (does not provoke AoO)
Minor Action: close door.

Looking down at the large number of troops down below, Thunderbird figures that it would be best to thin out the herd a bit. Taking to the air, he lands on the drill machine and cuts loose a loud screech. "You are doomed to die!" he yells


move: fly to L20
Standard: Terrifying Shriek Encounter Close burst 2 target each creature in burst
+6 vs will 1d6+6 psychic and slide target 1 square. (Covers J-N 18-22 dice starts at J18) J18-13 J19-15, J20-25, J21-10, K18-23, K21-10 K22-14, L18-9, L21-24, L22-20, M18-11 M19/20 Miss (1,1) M21-22, M22-9, N18-18, N19-23, N20-22, N21-17, N22-21. (Not sure how many are in the driller itself.) All take 7 damage and slide 1

Crinkles stands and looks down on the pilzogs, he hoists the disruptor pike up with both hands.  "Leave us pigs. Or you will die."

Power: Encounter Sonic; Standard Action, Area Burst 1 within 10; Target: Each creature in burst; Attack: Level + 6 vs. Fortitude; Hit: 3d8 + Constitution modifier + your level sonic damage, and the target is dazed (save ends).;

Targeting squares L-N #20-22

23:33, Today: Crinkles rolled 14 using 1d20+7. Tech roll. vs. Fort
If it hits...
23:34, Today: Crinkles rolled 14 using 3d8+5. damage.

 Seeing the porkers rushing her to come to grips with the plant lady she swells up with energy and explodes as they reach her space.

Explode!
(A; R; Dark, Fire) Every molecule in your body explodes outward at the speed of light. It’s quite a trip. Minor Action, Close Burst 5; Target: Each creature in burst; Attack: Level + 3 vs. Reflex; Hit: 5d8 + twice your level fire damage, and you push the target 3 squares and knock it prone.; Effect: You blow yourself to bits (save ends). While under this effect, you can’t take any actions except to make saving throws. When you save, you reconstitute yourself and appear in your previous square, or the nearest unoccupied square.; Overcharge: When you use this power, you can roll a d20.; 10+: The attack deals 5d8 extra fire damage on a hit.; 9 or less: You fizzle and the attack deals only 1d8 fire damage. (You are still blown to bits.)

14:28, Today: Flora rolled 24 using 5d8 +4 =28 fire damage. 5 hexes affected.

14:32, Today: Flora rolled 22 using 1d20+19. fort sv to regenerate
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From his vantage point in the shadows of the alley roach watched the porkers gathering. He noticed a straggler at the back by the mouth of the alley.

Scuttling down the wall he grabbed the straggler pulling hi into the shadows high up the wall and vomited corrosive stomach fluid over his face.

OOC: what do I need to grab the porker ? I've rolled 10:19, Today: Roach Coach rolled 12 using 1d20+6. Vomit roll. To hit with the vomit attack and damage of 10:21, Today: Roach Coach rolled 10 using 2d6+3.

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In short order the crowd of oncoming porkers is hit with a wave of psychic despair, a bowel-churning sonic assault and finally an exploding compost heap that sends red-hot bits of fibrous matter scything through the ranks. Tom shotgun blast seems almost tame in comparison, especially as it doesn't hit anything. Bedlam's psychic attack also falls short.

Fourteen porkers are send to the big bacon sandwich in the sky, while a half dozen others are wounded. The bits of Flora swiftly twist themselves into the life-giving earth, looking for a chance to sprout...

Flora, you must make a standard save every round to return i.e. 10+ on d20. This round you missed.

The six porkers than managed to dodge the explosion rush inside the warehouse. Outside, two stragglers head for Tom, and one for Roach.

Roach tries to grab one straggler, but the slipper pig is hard to hold. Instead, the porker lashes Roach with a length of chain, pulling the flaming roach off the wall and into the alley.

5HP damage Roach and you are now at O16.

Thunderbid perches triumphantly on the top of the drill as it continues to move forward, rocked somewhat by the blast. The porkers are too far down to reach him, but three plizogs, directed by their trainer (I13) bound up to  the roof beside him. One bites Thunderbird's wing, but the other plizogs miss as the Servo-Assist Armor kicks in, jerking the bird out of harms way.

7HP damage Thunderbird. BTW you can see the helicopter and dangling gun platform. It will arrive next round, around 30 squares vertically above you i.e. you will need 3 or 4 rounds to climb above it.

The other plizog trainer sends his hunters up the side of the warehouse to the roof where Crinkles waits. As they scramble over the makeshift sandbags, two of them manage to snap at the yeti. One of them connects.

3HP damage Crinkles.

Three bikers continue to circle the square. The last three park their bikes and start hacking at the front door with their battleaxes.

Two porkers confront Tom, lashing out with their chains. Tom's tough skin protects him from serious damage.

1HP damage for Tom.

Round 2. Combat map updated. Init Order: Party, Porkers. BTW, for your Init you will act in posting order to simplify things.

Bedlam moves quickly to rejoin his crew.

Round 2
Move to U08 (move action)
Close door at T07 (minor action)
Move to U11 (standard action)

Seeing that he is in not as good of a position as he thought, Thunderbird slips off the top of the drilling machine as he takes to the air. Flapping his wings vigorously, he heads off to deal with the gun platform and helicopter.

OOC: Move action, Shift to M-16 (and up 5') do not want to get by three of them
Minor: spit at the plizogs as he takes off.
Standard: use as a move action, run 8 squares upward

Crinkles stands his ground and snarls, "Don't make Crinkles angry...".  They yeti's mouth continues to move but it grows hard to here as Crinkles begins to glow so much that it actually hurts.  The pilzogs perhaps can vaguely make out the shadow form of Crinkles drawing a large shotgun.

Body of light
00:24, Today: Crinkles rolled 16 using 1d20+5. Burst o lite, v. Ref.

00:25, Today: Crinkles rolled 18 using 3d6+5. correct damage.

00:27, Today: Crinkles rolled 6 using 1d20+2. Dark overcharge.

Failed which means that if friends end their turn inside the Close 3 burst they will take 10 fire damage.

I will also take the move action to draw the shotgun.

 It truly was strange to her sense's but she could see all the different parts of her body scattered amidst the ruin of many porker foes. With a mental surge she sends out a command to all the body parts that was her and tells them to come back to this points and reform her body.

21:52, Today: Flora rolled 6 using 1d20. reform

Roach cursed himself for wasting his lunch like that but reached for his belt and turned his shimmer shield on before turning the the porker before him with murderous intent in his eyes.

Feeling the gasses in his stomach churning up he opened his mouth but this time instead of corrosive liquid a gout of flames came out to turn the porker into bacon


OOC:08:38, Today: Roach Coach rolled 12 using 2d8+6. Flame damage.
08:37, Today: Roach Coach rolled 21 using 1d20+7. Flame attack.

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Crinkles' ray of light scorches four of the plizogs, but one manages to duck back over the edge of the roof and dodge the damage.

Roach scorches the porker in front of hi, which is already roasting in the fiery roaches aura. It's almost down.

Now the porkers attack. The three plizogs on the cab of the drill, deprived of Thunderbird's tasty legs, are directed by their handler to mob Roach. They use the walls, two attacking him from each side and one from behind, while the embattled porker in front gets in a good one with his length of chain.

However, the sparlking, shimmering shield that Roach has manifested absorbs around half of the punishment.

14 HP damage Roach.

Five plizogs mob Crinkles, but the yeti heroically fends them off, only suffering a nip on the leg.

4HP damage Crinkles.

Crusty Tom is hit by a chain flail once more.

6HP damage Tom.

The drill moves up next to the Soup Kitchen, flanked by four porkers. The engine roars and belches smoke as the drill starts digging its way through the wall.

The three bikers at the front door continue smashing at it with their axes. They will soon be inside...

The three bikers still on their  hogs complete one more circuit of the square and then roar off round the back alley.

The gun platform, dangling below a large military helicopter, moves into range. Next round anyone outside may be subject to a hail of bullets.

Round 3. Combat map updated. Init Order: Party, Porkers. NB If I don't mention your attacks, they missed.
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To the GM

Thunderbird keeps flapping his wings trying to get above the flying machine. The noise of the vehicle helps some what but the long wingspan does not help

07:43, Today: Thunderbird rolled 4 using 1d20. stealth.

"Piggies are making me angry..." he says as he draws the broken parking meter that was strapped to his back. He swings at a nearby pilzog hoping to knock the pig unconscious.

Shift to Q18.
Switching from shotgun to my parking meter (hvy 2hnded melee)

Swing at Pilzog in Q17...

21:21, Today: Crinkles rolled 21 using 1d20+6. 2hnd weap atk.
21:22, Today: Crinkles rolled 8 using 2d8+4. damage.

 All the bits and pieces of Flora were finally all gathered back as she rose up complete once more looking none the worse for wear. Right in the midst of all the porkers.

Ooc: waiting on a answer from our fearless DM to see if i can do more.

Bedlam moves even more quickly to rejoin the crew.

As he moves closer the crew senses the familiar connection with his mind. (Except perhaps TBird, who may have moved out of range.)
~How are we doing, everyone? Tom, you have some hogs coming around the alley. Fall back if you haven't yet.~

OOC: Round 3
Close door at U10 (minor action)
Up the stairs to the roof at T14. (move and standard actions)

That's 12 spaces of movement.

If necessary, Bedlam can Run for an additional 4 spaces of movement.

Roach was surrounded, his shimmer shield could protect him for just so long with a twist of his head he blew gouts of fire at the creature behind him.

OOC: 23:27, Sat 12 Oct 2013: Roach Coach rolled 18 using 1d20+7 ((11)).

23:28, Sat 12 Oct 2013: Roach Coach rolled 17 using 2d8+6 ((3,8)).



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Roach and Crinkles both wound one of the plizogs, but the weight of numbers bears both of the stalwart fighters down...

Crinkles and Roach, you are both on -ve HPs! Make a Death Save every round, 10+ is pass, natural 20 is stabilise and 3 fails is death. Would either of you like to take over Crusty for the rest of the battle? Since Roach has mother-in-law issues perhaps you could do the duty Crinkles.

Thubderbird flies ever higher. Unfortunately he is spotted by the gunner, who directs a hail of bullets in the bird's direction. Luckily, after the first bullet hits, Thunderbird's armour jerks him out of harms way.

1HP damage Thunderbird.

The drill starts hammering into the Soup Kitchen in earnest. A few more seconds it will have made a big enough hole to allow the porkers inside!

Crusty hears Bedlam's warning to retreat, but almost runs into a porker on a hog roaring towards him in the other direction.

One of the boss porkers stops off at the back door and starts bashing it with his battleaxe. The front door will be matchsticks next round from the other three bosses doing the same thing.

Luckily Flora reappears at the door to the warehouse. Above her the porkers are on the catwalk, trying to force open the trapdoor to the roof.

Round 4. Combat map updated. Init Order: Party, Porkers.

Something I forgot to mention. The cook has a one off defence, can flood the front area of the Soup Kitchen with knockout gas. Will pretty much put asleep anyone inside, but only is active for one round.

OOC: death save roll
11:02, Sun 13 Oct 2013: Roach Coach rolled 1 using 1d20 ((1)).

Think that's a resounding failure in anyone's book. Shadow I don't think this game likes my characters I might end up holding the record for most characters killed in this game before long :)

Thunderbird keeps on flying upward. While moving, he trees to position himself so that the sun is behind him, making the gunner fire into the sunlight,


OOC double move upward

Bedlam emerges onto the roof of the kitchen in time to see Crinkles fall under a pack of plizogs.

"That's not good," the giant frowns as he considers his options.

~Socket, I'm on the roof. Lock down the building.~

The giant focuses his thoughts on the first plizog. Then, having gotten the animal's attention, he vanishes from sight.

OOC: Round 4
Standard Action: Mental Push vs Plizog at Q17
Bedlam Jones rolled 14 using 1d20+6. Mental Push vs Will @ Q17.
If that hits Q17 takes 3 damage and attacks P17.
Minor Action: Nothing to See Here Bedlam is invisible until he attacks or the end of his next turn.
Move Action: Jump across gap between buildings (T16) and move to the ballista (Q19).
DC 5 for the jump (p. 61 of the rulebook)
Bedlam Jones rolled 22 using 1d20+11. Athletics roll to jump between buildings.

 Seeing that the machine was soon going to punch a hole thru the wall she felt she needed to do something about that machine. Sprinting out she rushed the porker at N-16, and swung her heavy maul at the squealing piggy.

05:52, Today: Flora rolled,10 using,d20+7. atk, Whoosh miss

22:15, Today: Crinkles rolled 8 using 1d20. death save.

Bedlam's mental push causes one of the plizogs to turn on its neighbor. The two animals, out of sight of their handler, start fighting.

Moved you to R19 as the ballista takes up a whole square.

Flora rushes out and swings at the porker that just took out Roach, but her blow goes wide.

Thunderbird keeps on flying up, the gunner tracking him with a trail of bullets that just graze his tail feathers.

Survive next round and your in position!

Tom fires his shotgun at the porker boss powering towards him, but the wily pig swerves at the last moment and the pellets go wide.

Crinkles and Roach lie oozing from their many wounds.

One strike each, 2 left.

The drill breaks through the Soup Kitchen wall, leaving a gaping hole, and with a crackle and deafening sceech of feedback the leader of the assault sitting in the cab of the drill switches on his loudhailer.

"Attention Petrolheads! Form up and execute operation Housewarming"

The two porkers at the rear of the drill open a large freezer-sized pannier, and proceed to take out two large jerry cans. The six porkers inside the warehouse double time it outside and queue up for one of their own! Things might be getting hot soon...

The two plizog handlers direct their charges on Flora. Three attack from above on the wall, three drop down on the plaza next to her. The giant plant is bitten by half the plizogs and raked by the porker's chain.

You took 27 damage Flora and are bloodied.

The lead biker rams his hog into Tom, who activates his alpha tech shield at the last moment. The shield absorbs the motorbike's momentum and the porker boss sails over Tom's head to crash into the pair of porkers coming round the corner.

The second biker pulls up and heads back to his buddy hacking at the back door. The three boss porkers at the front door smash it open just after the drill collapses the wall.

Apologies for the delay! Round 5. Combat map updated. Init Order: Party, Porkers. Take a look at the map, have differentiated some of the porkers. Crusty, go ahead and post for Tom from now on

OOC:
Death save roll 19:05, Thu 24 Oct 2013: Roach Coach rolled 10 using 1d20 ((10)).

Thunderbird keeps on flying and watches the tracer fire, trying to entice the gunner into shooting his own rotor blades in the process.

OOC keep on flying upward

 Staggered by the massed attack she reacts on instinct and wills herself to once again explode outward in a fiery mass of flame to those around her.

Explode, radius 5,
10:33, Today: Flora rolled 21 using 1d20+5. atk.

10:32, Today: Flora rolled 35 using 5d8+4. explode

Taking advantage of his invisibility and the conflict between the two plizogs remaining on the roof, Bedlam moves around the ballista. Stopping on the trapdoor he quickly kneels to see what he can do to stabilize the fallen yeti. ~Hope you have sterile fur, big guy.~

About the time he finishes his ministrations there is a huge explosion from the square below. Fortunately (hopefully?) the giant is shielded from Flora's blast by the warehouse wall. As he picks up his lamppost and rises to his feet he realizes the plizogs can now see him.

OOC: Round 5
Move to P19 (via Q20)
Standard (and minor) action: Science skill to stabilize Crinkles. (p. 23 rulebook)
Bedlam Jones rolled 21 using 1d20+12. Science Check to stabilize Crinkles.
Note: Bedlam's current alpha mutation is "Know-It-All" giving him +10 on science checks and making him even more obnoxiously smarmy.

Flora explodes in an even more powerful blast. Anyone who doesn't duck in time is scythed out of existence. The wall next to Flora is blasted apart, and standing on the roof Bedlam feels the building lurch alarmingly.

The explosion kills lots of porkers but only two plizogs were slow enough to get caught in the blast. It also blew the side armour from the mechanical drill, revealing the porker leader, Boss Hog!

The blast also catches Roach, pushing him further towards death...

That's one more strike, you are on 2 out of 3. However, if you strike out you have one last racial power this time: Roachlike Survival. You need to roll 20, add you level to the roll. If you make it, you are back to zero strikes, if you fail you are dead.

Crusty fires his shotgun at point blank range and catches the porker boss square in the chest.

Thunderbird is winged by the machine gun, but again his armour jerks the bird out of the way of the stream of bullets. Now he is out of range of the guns and soon will be in a position to attack

1HP damage. Next round you can try and throw you junk to foul the rotors. You need to hit AC15, and have three pieces of junk. Good luck!

Bedlam manages to stabilise Crinkles, but as soon as he re-appears the two plizogs nearby stop fighting an eye him hungrily.

No more rolls necessary Crinkles, unless the building collapses or something... ;)

Now the porkers act. Boss Hog backs up the drill and jumps out. He s a huge, corpulent pig of a porker, weighed down with armour and weapons, which include a chainsaw and flamethrower. "STAY AWAY FROM THAT PLANT!" he bellows.

The boss porkers at the back door continue battering it - they are almost through. The three at the busted front door rush in and begin hacking at the serving hatch in the dining room.

The few surviving porkers outside race to the back of the drill, where they start to pick up jerry cans from the stash in the pannier.

The boss porker fighting Crusty gets in a good hit with his battleaxe, but Crusty's Omega Tech shield, wielded by his two stubby tentacles, absorbs with blow without shorting out.

Both the plizogs fighting Bedlam find gaps in his armour and take a bite of meat each. Then two more plizogs join them, attracted by the sound of combat.

14HP damage Bedlam.

Round 6. Combat map updated. Init Order: Party, Porkers.

OOC: 09:55, Today: Roach Coach rolled 19 using 1d20. 3rd death save roll.

Thunderbird files over the rotor and drops the first load of junk on it but the helicopter jinks away at the last moment.

13:39, Today: Thunderbird rolled 5 using 1d20+2. bombs away. 

Realizing he doesn't want to be surrounded by a bunch of slobbering, fanged plizogs, Bedlam touches a button on his belt. There is a whiff of ozone and the crackle of electricity as his image flickers and then vanishes.

"Try to bite this, little doggies," he laughs, and the whoosh of a heavy lamppost sweeps over the gathered plizogs. This is followed by the sound of giant footsteps retreating across the roof.

OOC: Round 6
Minor: Activate Inviso Armor
Standard: Brickbat vs Plizog AC
Bedlam Jones rolled 15 using 1d20+12. Brickbat vs O19.
Bedlam Jones rolled 18 using 1d20+12. Brickbat vs O18.
Bedlam Jones rolled 15 using 1d20+12. Brickbat vs P17.
Bedlam Jones rolled 19 using 1d20+12. Brickbat vs Q17.
Forgot to add +2 to die roller for combat advantage while invisible.
Damage if any of those hit:
Bedlam Jones rolled 9 using 2d8+5. And target is knocked prone.
     Nice! 9xD20 rolls so far in this combat averaging 6.3 on the die and only one roll above 10... this is uncomfortably familiar.
Move: Move to V18
Bedlam does not provoke Opportunity Attacks from enemies who cannot see him.

Some of the crew will sense Bedlam's thoughts, even though they cannot see him. ~Socket, they're bringing the fire. You might want to head for the roof, or the walk-in cooler.~

 She begins the process of finding all the bits and pieces of herself and pulling them all back into her body once again. She really did not have any idea of how she might be doing it just that she could do so.

21:52, Today: Flora rolled 20 using 1d20+19. regen herself/fort sv

Thunderbird's cast ricochets harmlessly off the copter's blades. It starts to gain height, forcing Thunderbird to follow.

You can attack again Thunderbird.

Bedlam kills two of the plizogs outright. The other two slink back to their trainer when the giant disappears into thin air.

Tom trades blows with a porker boss, sledgehammer against axe. Tom gets in a good one and dodges the porker's response.

Four porkers have grabbed jerry cans. Two are inside the soup kitchen waiting for the porker bosses to axe open the serving hatch. Two more stand on the rubble of the wall.

Meanwhile at the back door the porkers bosses smash it open, only to reveal a small vestibule and another door. The first porker piles inside and hammers away.

Boss Hog equips his monstrous flamethrower and lights the pilot light...

Round 7. Combat map updated. Init Order: Party, Porkers.

Thunderbird tries again to hit the rotor but does not have any luck.

11:11, Tue 05 Nov 2013: Thunderbird rolled 7 using 1d20+2 ((5)).

OOC: 18:19, Today: Roach Coach rolled 14 using 1d20. Saving roll.

Bedlam moves up to the ballista. Leaning his lamp post against its base, he grabs the stock and pivots the weapon to find a target.

OOC: Round 7
Move: to R20
Minor: Change Weapons

If he can see Boss Hog from the rooftop, he takes the shot.

If he does not have an angle on Boss Hog, but the helicopter is in range, he takes the shot.

If the helicopter is still out of range he crouches down, grabs his lamp post and moves up to where he can sneak a peak over the sandbags into the courtyard. (Stealth)

Bedlam Jones rolled 6 using 1d20. Some sort of action in Rnd 7.

Don't know what the mods are for firing the ballista, but figure that'll miss everything.

If it's a Stealth roll, the total is 10, plus any bonuses for concealment.

There is a sound reminiscent of milk being poured on ancient breakfast foods, and Bedlam flickers back into the visible spectrum.

The ballista is raised high enough for Bedlam to draw a bead on Boss Hog, but sadly the heavy bolt flies right over his head. With a whistle, the plizog trainer sends his four plizgos up the wall to the roof. Two have enough time left to attack, but neither hits.

Boss Hog gives a roar of rage and frustration. Most of his soldiers are dead or unconscious, and there isn't even an enemy in range. Then he notices the thousands of shoots sprouting where Flora last exploded. With an evil grin he stalks over and waits for the plant-lady to reform, revving his chainsaw impatiently.

Thunderbird misses the rotors once again as the copter slews to one side; the gun platform underneath is swinging about too much to target anyone on the ground.

Crusty gets in another meaty thwack with his sledgehammer, and the porker boss totally fluffs his riposte.

In the underground control room, Gasket sees the porkers about to break in to the Soup Kitchen proper. Knowing that once they are inside nothing will stop them trashing the place, he activates the defensive knockout gas front and back. The Five porkers bosses and four foot soldiers carrying jerry cans all slip into a dreamless slumber.

Round 8. Combat map updated. Init Order: Party, Porkers.
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OOC: 18:21, Today: Roach Coach rolled 9 using 1d20. Death save .

Getting tired of wasting his time with the small stuff, Thunderbird pulls out his man portable laser from its over the shoulder holster. Triggering the weapon in a blast of energy at the rotor, it starts hammering at the delicate blades of the helicopter, all the time muttering to himself about how long its going to take to recharge it.


22:01, Today: Thunderbird rolled 15 using 1d20+4. laser.
22:03, Today: Thunderbird rolled 12 using 2d10+4. damage.

Bedlam scrambles to grab his lamp post as the plizogs swarm after him again. As the animals expertly surround him the giant grimly grips his weapon. Feinting at one, he moves closer to the edge of the roof and swings in earnest at another.

OOC: Round 8
Minor action: switch weapon (to lamp post)
Move action: slide to R20
Major action: Attack Plizog at S20
Bedlam Jones rolled 20 to hit using 1d20+10. Attack vs AC of Plizog (at S20).
Bedlam Jones rolled 15 using 2d8+8. Hvy Melee Damage.

 With a loud grunt of effort she swings her heavy maul at the fat boar pig with her maul, hoping to smash his head if lucky. She really did not like that chain saw and waste of gas to run it.

18:28, Today: Flora rolled 24,15 using d20+7,2d8+5. atk,possible damage

Thunderbird's well aimed laser takes out the copters rotor. It slews violently sideways, sending the gunner tumbling from the platform below, and then plunges to the ground to detonate in a huge fireball some hundred feet away to the north.

Thunderbird, you can dive-bomb and return to combat in round 11, or use ranged weapons in round 10.

Boss Hog takes a nasty blow from Flora's maul, but then responds with his chainsaw, chopping the plant lady down to size.

21HP damage Flora which puts you on -4. Time for recovery rolls please.

Roach Coach goes the way of all flesh and expires, his flame going out forever.

Bedlam takes down one plizog, but the other three have him at bay. The giant takes another bite on the leg.

3HP Damage Bedlam.

Meanwhile, one boss is duking it out with Tom, who gets in another good blow with his sledgehammer while dodging the axe once again.

Boss Hog looks around at the pitiful remains of his army, and screams in rage as the copter falls to earth.

Round 9. Init Order Party, Porkers. Combat map not updated yet, will do it tomorrow, but only the plizogs and Bedlam have moved. Apologies again for the delay.

 Slaming the pig, she noted with satisfaction of the maul sinking deep within it before the scream of the chain saw dug into her body.

13:06, Today: Flora rolled 21 using 1d20+19. fort sv

With a war cry that shakes the sky, Thunderbird announces his victory the world. Doing a wing over, he then plunges towards the ground  getting ready to help deal with the foes on the ground, in the process putting the laser back in its holster.

Bedlam pauses in his violent dance with the plizogs. ~Hang in there, Flora. I'll be there as soon as I can.~
Readying himself for the final push the giant tries to maneuver away from the encircling plizogs before taking a swipe at one of them.

OOC: Round 9
Minor Action: 2nd wind.
Move Action: Slide away from one (or two) of the plizogs
Major Action:
Bedlam Jones rolled 14 using 1d20+10. Attack a plizog.
Hmm... maybe I'm saving the good rolls for Boss Hog...

Bedlam backs onto the corpse of the plizog he killed and the other three follow him, snapping at the giant's heels. Honours are even with neither side drawing blood.

Meanwhile in the alley below Tom's stony arm is opened from shoulder to elbow by a very nasy blow from the porker boss.

17HP damage to Tom.

Flora starts to gently decompose.

One death save failed, two to go.

Boss hog, unaware of Thunderbird swooping down on him, gobs on Flora then waddles back to the drill, then fishes a gas mask out of the glove compartment!

Round 10. Init Order Party, Porkers. Combat map updated.

Spiraling down to the ground as quickly as he can in order to help his new found friends, Thunderbird takes the spear in his hand and throws it at the Boss Hog. Unaware of the attack, he gets hit by the spear, earning the weapon a new nickname "Pig Sticker"



21:21, Tue 03 Dec 2013: Thunderbird rolled 19 using 1d20+4 ((15))
21:22, Tue 03 Dec 2013: Thunderbird rolled 13 using 2d8+4 ((1,8)).

 Fort sv death roll; 21:10, Today: Flora rolled 15 using 1d20. fort sv /19

Bedlam snarls his frustration at the encircling animals. "Don't have time to dance with you right now."

Shifting to keep more of his attackers at a distance, the giant swings his lamppost and connects with the closest.

OOC: Round 10
Move: Shift to T20
Attack: Heavy Melee against plizog at S19
Bedlam Jones rolled 25 using 1d20+10. Attack vs S19.
Bedlam Jones rolled 12 using 2d8+8. Hvy Melee Damage.

Thunderbird drops out of the sky like a bolt of lightning, casting his spear deep into Boss Hog's meaty shoulder. A brave move, but possibly ill-advised, as Boss Hog looks up and fires a cloud of roiling napalm at the unlucky hawkoid from his huge flamethrower. His feathers burning away, Thunderbird crashes to the ground and lies gently smouldering.

OK Thunderbird,24 HP damage, you are now on the Death Save treadmill.

The battle on the rooftop continues. Beldam wounds one of the plizogs hounding him, but two of the animals manage to draw blood in retaliation:

14HP Damage Bedlam.

Tom battles with the boss porker in the back alley, but neither combatant lands a blow.

Round 11. Init Order Party, Porkers. Combat map to be updated in a day or two with Bedlam and the plizog's new positions.
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Bedlam recoils from the plizog bites.

"Bad lizards! Go home!" he attempts to add emphasis to his words with the lamp post.

OOC: Round 11
Standard Action: Heavy Melee Attack vs. plizog at S19
Bedlam Jones rolled 23 to hit using 1d20+10. Attack vs S19.
Bedlam Jones rolled 18 damage using 2d8+8. Hvy Melee Damage.

BTW, the map does not reflect Bedlam's shift to T20 in Round 10.

In the back alley, Tom lays low the porker boss, but one of the footsoldiers steps up and deals the stone man another wound.

On the roof, Bedlam takes out another plizog, but is flanked by the remaining two and bitten twice.

12HP damage Bedlam, you are now on 2HP.

Flora is decomposing fast, while Thunderbird is still smoking!

Failed one Death Save each, Flora has one to go and Thunderbird has two.

Boss Hog yells at the plizog handler while heading off inside through the hole in the wall. "Grab as gas mask and pull those chumps out the the kitchen, I'm going in to burn it all down!". The plizog handler hurries to obey.

Round 12. Init Order Party, Porkers. Combat map updated.

The grin fades from Bedlam's face as he realizes the plizogs are taking him apart faster than he can kill them...

Shifting so they don't have him flanked, he swats the closest, leaving it crumpled up against the sandbag wall. Then he turns to face the impending attack from the remaining beast.

OOC: Round 12
Move: Shift to S19
Standard: Attack plizog at S20
Bedlam Jones rolled 21 to hit using 1d20+10. Attack vs S20.
Bedlam Jones rolled 20 damage using 2d8+8. Hvy Melee Damage.

 Rnd 3 on death svs
05:55, Today: Flora rolled 20 using 1d20+19. fort sv /19

Failed death save, one more to go

Bedlam lands another crushing blow, but this plizog is at full health and isn't taken down. The two plizogs leap at Bedlam again, and one manages to get its teeth around Bedlam's throat. Everything goes dark for the giant...

Thrilling conclusion tomorrow folks!

You remember a bright light... and then you regain consciousness in the warehouse next to the soup kitchen with Crusty Tom and Gasket hovering anxiously nearby. The front half of the warehouse has collapsed and the air is thick with foul-smelling smoke, for reasons that soon become apparent when Tom fills you on in recent events.

It seems that Socket, once he saw that Boss Hog had penetrated the Soup Kitchen's inner defences and was preparing to torch the building, buggered off through the escape tunnel after setting the self destruct sequence. Thirty seconds later the barrels of explosive buried under the cellar went off while Boss Hog was merrily dousing the kitchen in petrol. The whole place went up like a box of firecrackers, incinerating all the porkers sleeping inside as well as the hapless plizog-handler who was sent in to get them. The blast collapsed the front of the warehouse, sent Bedlam and Crinkles tumbling to the ground in a pile of rubble and blasted Thunderbird across the plaza. Tom, who managed to heroically take down two more porkers and the remaining plizogs, recovered the bodies and was preparing to bury them when Gasket turned up. He was hiding out in the escape tunnel panic room and emerged from a secret trapdoor nearby, with a backpack full of advanced medical tech. Roach Coach was too far gone to revive, and Flora had totally decomposed, but the rest of you were brought back from the brink.

"Funny thing is there's a funny-looking pod growing like crazy where Flora died. Perhaps she seeded herself" Tom finishes.
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Lying on the ground, Thunderbird looks up at the sky and then tries using one of his wings to shield his eyes, only to find out that he is grounded for a while until a new set of feather grown on him. "Now I know how barbequed chicken feels only I was not slow roasted" he snickers. When he feels stable enough to stand, Thunderbird heads off to locate his laser, other equipment and an aloe bush.

Ophelia had followed the smoke and was now looking down on chaos and devastation. One thing you had to give porkers credit for when they threw a party they really threw a party.

Below her she watched a few survivors moving about, she noticed a bird man stand and stagger off looking for something in the rubble and a large man talking to a smaller person.

Her yellow cat eyes were studying them accessing if they were approachable. Then again anyone who took on a porker pack and survived were definitely people to know.

She dropped off the building with all the grace of a cat, which was not too far off the mark. And crossed the broken ground towards the collapsed warehouse building and the survivors.

She moved with an unhurried grace and agility her long mane of red brown hair blowing out gently in the breeze. She had leather on covering her athletic looking body hugging it in all the right places but allowing her ease of movement. Across her back was a sword and strapped to her left side a holster with what looked to be a hand crossbow. Slung across her shoulder and hanging down her right side was a leather hold all that though full seemed to be light enough so as to not hinder her movements.

As she drew near she stopped "hey you in the warehouse I wish to enter .... I mean you no harm and I might be able to help you" she shouted in a clear voice and then waited for a reply

Crinkles rose, shakily. "Crinkles doesn't like pigs."

Bedlam rolls cautiously onto his side, wincing as his newly bandaged wounds indicate their opposition to such actions. He reaches behind to move a small chunk of rumble before lying back again and staring up at what remains of the ceiling.

"Unnnh. Thanks, Tom, Socket."

When Tom tells him about Flora, Bedlam turns his head to look in the direction of the seed pod. The front of the building is a gaping hole, but the pile of fallen bricks and concrete block his view. He does, however, see the approaching felinoid.

"Looks like someone saw our signal fire..."
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Crinkles realizes that he did hear a voice so he walks towards the entry way. He looks at Ophelia. "You don't look like pig, do you know the pigs?" he asked.

"You're observant aren't you" she replied with a smile " yes I know the pigs and no, since they destroyed my last crew, I have no love for them"

She looked about her at the carnage still smiling " I to admit I like your style though I wish I'd got here before the end I had a bone to pick with their boss..... But he'll dead is dead ...."
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Crinkles screw his face up a bit, in thought. "OK come on in, but be wary, others may not be happy to see an outsider. We just lost some good friends. Or at least good friends of the others, I had just met them today."

"Yes but he decided to take a flamethrower to me after I took out his helo. Do you know how long its going to be before I can fly again?" Thunderbird says. "What is so important that he threw all of his buddies at this place trying to take it?" he asks, wonder what he go himself into.

"Their pigs ....what else would it be but greed" replied the cat woman from the doorway.

Socket pipes up. "Anyway, we can stay in the panic room for a few days and rest up. I've got some food, my tools, and the Cook's files. You'll need 'em now after what you did to the piggies, you have to start getting clued up on the power bases around here. Hate to say goodbye, but Tom and I decided we're going into business back in Compton. I don't want to go back to my so-called brother dabbers, and I think he's had his fill of excitement"

Bedlam rolls to his side and studies the new felinoid arrival before nodding a greeting.

When Socket mentions the panic room the giant frowns, then carefully climbs to his feet.

"Yep," he sighs. "Better get out of sight before the rest of the Sprawl comes a-lookin'. We're in no condition for another fight."

"Name's Bedlam," he says, offering a hand to the felinoid. "Porkers were after the soup kitchen. It was a sweet setup. Guess nobody gets it now."

Bedlam glances at Crinkles and Thunderbird.

The giant moves to the front of the warehouse before displaying a sardonic grin.

"Least I don't have to duck to go outside anymore."

The grin vanishes when he sees the seed pod. "Well, sis, whatcha got planned now? Guess you can stay out here in the sun for a bit longer."

"Right," he says, looking back at the others. "Nuff rest for now. Let's grab what we can and get hid."

"Ophelia, was it?" the giant turns his gaze to the felinoid. She gets the distinctly uncomfortable sensation of being scrutinized on a very deep level.

" Thank you for the welcome" reply Ophelia as she took the large man's hand.

"Now then lets see what we can do to collect salvage from the battle site." with that she dropped her duffle bag and rolled up her sleeves and started to look round for anything useful

The next few days are spend resting up in the safe room, scavenging all you can from the dead porkers, keeping an eye on the Flora pod and studying to the Cook's notes.

Bedlam, Thunderbird and Crinkles level up please. Once you have rested up, the supplies at the safe room will be exhausted. You can start a new delve healed of all you wounds, but after the next adventure to will need to return to Compton as usual. I will shortly be updating the Maps and Rumours thread with all you have learned from the Cook.

The party keep a close watch on the Flora pod and, after a short gestation, it hatches. Luckily, Crusty, who was on guard duty at the time, managed to fetch the others from their underground hidey-hole just as the pod was fully opening. Inside the fibrous interior is another plant looking much like her mother, but smaller. The newborn sits up and, with the softest of sighs, a fine network of tendrils unfurls, extending out several metres from her body in all directions...

Still got a day's work on the Maps thread so I thought you could roleplay this while you wait :)

 The greenish skinned young girl looked around the area as she took in the others standing around her, if she felt threatened she did not show it but just watched and enjoyed the feeling of the sun on her body. The long tendrils seemed to coil and flex with a snakes easy of contortions and one reached out towards the stocky being there
(Crusty) and lightly touched his leg as if curious what it was.

 "Who?"

Ophelia moved slowly over to the pod and pulled out her sleeping blanket from her pack. Crouching down next to the young girl.

" hello there young one. Welcome to the world" with that she gently wrapped the blanket round her young shoulders
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Crinkles  looked on in wonder. "Hello, flower thing. I am Crinkles.  Are you like the one called Flora?" he asks.

 She felt a slight touch of fear as one of them placed a thing on her shoulders and words that he felt she should know but at the moment was working her way thru the strange sounds. Vaguely she felt she should know some of these new beings who seemed strange but the threat of danger had not blossomed yet for her to respond to that threat.

 "Who is flora?"

"Flora was a plant person. She wasn't friend for long but we fought together, against pigs, so Crinkles liked her."

Being an empath ophelia looked at the girl with gentle eyes " I believe you would say she would have been your mother in someway. You grew from a pod she created before she passed on. I'm sorry "

 She rose up and flicked her long feelers out to touch those around her as the other "arms" reached down to touch the remains of what had been flora, with a wrench she undid the armor and began to dress in it, "Mine now" it was a bit surprising since this new plant woman was shorter then flora the armor managed to fit her close enough for protection. The arms/feelers worked their way around and drug out the heavy maul, she lifted it with ease and tested its weight before proclaiming softly, "Mine also".

 This version is only around 6' but shows signs of being tough and Ophelia can sense Rose has strong mental powers that is just now beginning to show up. She looks over the wreck of the old kitchen and shivers at the idea of cooking plants to feed others.

 She works the ballista down to work for her, (she has a high mechanical ability) to make a heavy crossbow.(DM approved).

Ooc: So where is Bedlam?.

Ophelia stepped back while the others attention was on rose. She moved to the opening to the building where they were camped and waved at someone or something across the street. Stepping back in

" guys I have something to say" she said her hand resting on the pommel of her sword not knowing how they would take what she was going to say next " before we go any further I have a confession to make. I haven't been totally honest. My team were attacked by the porkers a few weeks ago but I wasn't the only one that survived. My friend Z made it to. I came down here to investigate who you were and if we could trust you all. My friend is not, shoal we say, human looking" she chuckles slightly at what she'd just said

" anyway I had a friend to keep safe but I feel you are of no threat to us so I have just signalled Z to come out of hiding. I ask, no I plead to you to allow him to join the group" she said before waiting for their reaction
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ZE-5 rolled into the opening dressed in its usual get-up. A long to the ground, brown trench coat, and a blue, wide-brimmed fedora hat. The trench coat swayed in the wind making it seem that whoever wore the coat was very malnourished. As it stopped several metallic orbs rolled from underneath the coat. The orbs had mirror finish to them with a hue of blue. The orbs stopped five feet away from the figure, spheres began flashing and humming in unison.
"Nought-Phelia?", came an inquisitive voice from within the coat. The voice sounded metallic, scratchy, and too numerous?!

"My friend" replyed the felinoid in a tender voice "These good people here have seen off the porkers that killed our family.... The enemy of our enemy is our friends as they say."

She turned still with hand on hilt waiting for the others to decide if her friend would be allowed to join the group

"Friends! Crinkles likes making friends. Friends of Crinkles definitely hate Porkers." the Yeti says with a smile.

 She had removed all of Floras equipment and found it fit somewhat close enough for her use, she did seem to have somehow inherited Floras knowledge of how things work in this strange new world of strange beings. Still she knew that they were friends of flora, so perhaps they were here friends also.

 "Flora friends..is friends of Rose now..is so?, if so then Rose is not Flora but stem of stem, understand?. I think that you fought for that ruined building, why?, not so good i think."

 She glanced at the robot man and stared at the duster and hat, before shrugging her vines around and nodded once at the metal man with neither smile or frown. "Now, what do Floras friends do?, go kill more porkers?"...yes that was the name flora used for the fat pig like beings.

"In the words of a movie that I saw years ago that one of the scientist liked watching over and over, We need the dues". Thunderbird says to the new team members, still a raw recruit himself.

Thunderbird looks around the building for some paint and paints on a figure of a helicopter with an "X" over it on his man-portable laser. After that, he pulls out the battery, take his fingers and starts to recharge the weapon for the next battle.

Z rolls through the opening and to where the group is. Approaching the spheres, they disappear into the coat. Collar of the coat is raised just so, it obstructs any view of the lower portion of the creature's face. Two cold, blue eyes can be seen peering from underneath the fedora, one of the eyes blink and switches to red. It blinks once more, producing a flash. This happens over and over, until Z makes a full 360 degrees turn. "We are Z. Majority had been reached. 89% of us are pleased to meet you, 5% abstained, 6% were against current ro...rou...route of ch-choice", previously heard metallic voice declares. A smaller, higher pitched voice retorts, "The results had been rounded to the nearest whole number".
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 Not sure if the metal robot is a friend of Flora or not she keeps her distance as she begins to look around the damaged porker vehicles, looking for any that might be repaired to running again.

You spend one more day gathering up all the salvage from the battle, piles of armour, guns and ammo and lots of spare parts that survived the destruction of your hideout. You load the loot onto your cart until it cannot carry any more. Sadly, Ordus Rattus, who declined to stay at the Soup Kitchen, took his beast of burden with him. You'll have to haul it yourselves.

Bedlam addresses the new party. "I think we need to bank this haul back in Compton. Tom and Socket will have a big enough share to start their business, and the rest of us will be set up for years more delving. We're going to need the two strongest to pull that cart. I reckon myself and Crinkles can handle that, the rest of you keep your eyes open. Sounds like a plan?"

Rose, make a Mechanics roll for the modifications you wanted.

 She could visualize the machines and how they worked but the damage from the explosion was beyond her skills to do more then tinker with those parts, still it was interesting to study the wrecked parts.


05:45, Today: Rose rolled 13 using 1d20+11. mechanic chk

Crinkles nods his head. "Ok. I shall help.  Never been to compton before, is it nice?"

Looking at the wrecked vehicles, Thunderbird joins Rose in trying to get a vehicle working but has no luck. They all got pretty beat up in the series of explosions during the battle.

"I agree with the plan. I will be up scouting around to make sure the path is safe." Thunderbird says

22:50, Today: Thunderbird rolled 7 using 1d20+6. mechanic check to get a vehicle started.

Z bops from side to side following Thunderbird. It studies what the creatures are doing. The red eye flashes against the wrecked vehicles. One of the hands become limp, several balls roll out of it and disappear inside the guts of the vehicles. Z stares at Thunderbird and breaks out in a cacophony of screeches and beeps.

23:18, Today: ZE-5 rolled 20 using 1d20+5. May as well see if I can help the group. I tried adding URL to "screeches and beeps, but the link did not seem to work.
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" Z thats enough" said Ophelia worried that her friend's strange ways might cause offence. Then she turned to the big guy.

" I'll scout ahead when you are ready to move out I have some skill in that area"

 She looked wide eyed at the others that came over to see what she had done to the burned up porker vehicles,"I did not burn them up if that is what you are looking for, honest." She offered to the metal man and the strange man with feathers on his body.

 Still she had a vague recollection from her plant mothers memories of Compton,"I have never been to this Compton but i remember it, she says it has lots of nice things there to trade and sell and it is safe for now."

 Piling the last item they could load on the over weighted wagon. Seeing that everyone was ready to move back to the city, she loads a heavy bolt into the modified ballista she carried and took up a position to overwatch the caravan as they traveled back to that city.

Z's eyes roll around to face Ophelia while body remains facing the vehicles, "Nought-Phelia? This platform is attempting to communicate with newly met biological organisms. Our database shows similar looking creatures communicating in non-spoken language. We sadly are not familiar with such languages. Upon voting and passing several new regulations we came to conclusion that this was the most efficient way of yielding even a negative result. As such we attempted to use archaic signals we still possess".

It hums and finally turns around, "We are unable to comprehend as to why you seem to be displeased with us. You have mentioned scouting. We possess magnification lenses. Shall we accompany you?". Z looks down to study it's legs, "Peculiar. Even with all the processing power we sometimes forget to address the bending of the joints. It is not required for our movement and used more to give impression of our normalcy. Biological organisms at times seem...inefficient", while saying Z lifts left leg and bends it at a knee.
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Ophelia laughed at her friend " I was not displeased its just not the done thing to screech at someone because they resemble a bird. I remember when we first met you didn't try meowing at me though I look like a cat." she smiled " your company as always would be appreciated "

ZE-5 manages to jump start two of the porker's motorbikes that you dug out of the rubble in front of the soup kitchen. You have more than enough fuel to get back to Compton, and the two bikes between them are powerful enough to pull the cart. Only question is, who will ride them? You will need the Mechanics skill to do so.

Crinkles looks warily at the bikes. "Crinkles does not think bike will be forgiving of a novice."

At the sound of motorcycle engines Bedlam rushes from the hideout, lamppost in hand. When he realizes its not more porkers, a pained expression crosses his face and he rubs his head.

"Next time, Socket, let's see about getting some higher ceilings."

Looking around at the delvers a big grin appears. "Well this is a fine and motley crew. Looks like we're all set. Ophelia, T-bird, you have scout."

"Uh.. Zee," the giant still wasn't quite sure how to read the robotic conglomerate. "Maybe you better stay with the bikes. Keep'm running proper."

"Fl... er, Rose. You seem to have more of a knack for things mechanical than your stem. How 'bout you ride shotgun on the other bike?"

"Let's see, who's left? Crinkles, you and I got the flanks. Socket, up on the wagon. Tom, how 'bout rear guard?"

"Right," the giant takes one more look at his map before folding it up and tucking it inside the ancient car part which comprises his chest armor. "Compton is thataway!"

Thunderbird nods at the plan for scouting. "If I see anything,  I will let everyone know." and takes to the sky to scout the area.

Ophelia nods and pulls down a pair of flight goggles over her eyes. checks to make sure her equipment was tightly attached to her sleak body then set off at a run until she got to a point where she dropped onto all fours and moved off like a gaint graceful cat.

 She looked wide eyed at the big man who somehow she knew was friends with her host plant and slowly nodded, though she was not at all sure about these new friends. She could guess that the dead bloated corpse's were the bad guy...er pigs and those still here were the good guys, was she a good girl or bad girl?.

 She looked at the machine with a detached stare at the metal parts and how everything fit together into a mobile machine. Walking over she looked at the controls and went over how everything was suppose to work and she straddled the seat of the heavy machine and turned this switch to the center and took a second to find the button on the handle bars which she pressed down on. A sharp whine began as the starter pushed the machine forward a step before she let go the button.

 Pausing she worked thru what she had already figured out about the motorcycle and glanced to the side to see a short lever on its left hand side..Transmission lever, so there should be a clutch near the rider. She could see the two levers under the handlebars, she pulled one back and tried the starter again. This time the engine started up and did not move, nodding to herself she began playing with the gears to see which way should be the first gear. Pulling the clutch tight she pressed down with her toe on her boot and slowly let out the clutch with a tiny bit of throttle and the bike began to roll slowly forward. Now she knew that she would have the hang of how this machine worked by the time they reached this compton.

OK, Rose and ZE-5 make a Mechanics roll DC15. Everyone else make a Perception roll. Fell free to make an in-game post describing the start of your journey to Compton, which, thanks to your masterwork map, should take around three hours.

Crinkles was excited.  Any journey was a chance to see new things and meet new people.  He was so excited and looking around trying to take in everything that he was proving a rather terrible lookout.

13:19, Today: Crinkles rolled 7 using 1d20+4. Perception.

Thunderbird scans the area for threats but does not see anything out of the ordinary.

13:27, Today: Thunderbird rolled 12 using 1d20+11. perception. Figures, when I did not want to roll a 1.

Ophelia moved across the ground with grace gliding over small obstacles and rubble that got in her way. Every now and then she stopped in a crouch in cover and surveyed the surroundings in the direction they were travelling.

OOC:
21:13, Tue 25 Feb 2014: Ophelia rolled 9 using 1d20+4 ((5)).

 The sound of the harsh engine seemed odd to the general lack of sounds at the kitchen, still sitting on the motorcycle seemed natural and full of promise.

 Easing out she moved slowly to get the feel of this machine and was a bit pissed that the fat pig who had been riding it had not done much to keep it in good shape.

15:20, Today: Rose rolled 31 using 1d20+11. ride motorcycle/15

Zee made a shrugging motion. It took off backpack and attached to the vehicle, next it neatly folded coat and took off hat. Both items of clothing were put carefully, almost lovingly into the backpack. Without clothes Zee looked like a skeleton made from the spheres. All were neatly stacked, attached to each other in a manner bones and muscles would have been in a human body. It effortlessly stepped over and sat on top of the motorcycle. The creature started to hum, spheres detaching themselves from the skeleton and rolling into the depths of the bike. With only partial lower torso remaining rest of the spheres started attaching themselves over the controls of the vehicle.
"All readings nominal, temperature nominal", came a voice from within the motorcycle. "Clutch check", the bike roared up, "throttle check" and moved some distance before braking hard, "brakes check".
"We believe that this vehicle can be safely delivered to our destination, proceeding".


13:26, Today: ZE-5 rolled 20 using 1d20+5. Vroom vroo.

Ze-5 has no problems controlling his bike but Rose was born to ride!

Rose, you will get a +2 on any motorbike related rolls in future, if you want to keep your (aptly-named) hog.

The others are so absorbed in their own thoughts that you almost stumble into the dabber standing in the middle of the debris strewn road before you see him. You think he's the same one you parlayed with before the porkers came. The dabber looks disappointed that you have not noticed the two dozen well-armed dabbers lining the rooftops on either side that now reveal themselves. Even Thunderbird, flying a dozen metres up, was looking somewhere else entirely. Hands open, the dabber steps up to Bedlam.

"Good work with the porkers, I must say. Shame about the Kitchen, but maybe it's for the best. Anyway, good to see you don't have our missing comrade with you. He's worth a lot to us, he is. Any you never know when you might need a friend" continues the dabber, eying your new-found wealth.

Socket is currently in a hidey-hole deep inside the pile of booty on the cart.

 The sight of a strange man standing in the road was not a normal occurrence she guessed and wondered what the man wanted. As she listened she felt that he was trying to say something to them but she was confused, what man did they lose?, why did they not go out and find the missing man?.

 "Well, i shall keep and eye out for any signs of a man who looks to be missing, after all it cant be good for someone to be missing i would think."

The look of consternation on Bedlam's face is quickly replaced with a hearty laugh.

Bedlam's thoughts to the crew carry a mix of amused sarcasm. ~Nice work, scouts. And just because they are small, cute and fuzzy does not mean they are not dangerous.~

"Greetings, Big Tail," the giant slings the lamppost onto his back before moving forward, also open-handed, to meet the dabber. "It is always a good day when one is surrounded by... friends."

"I am particularly pleased," he continues, significantly eying the dabber cohort before returning his focus to the Big Tail. "That you recalled your pledge meet us on our way back to Compton. I would like to recognize our... friendship... with a few tokens."

"If I may?" Bedlam indicates he wants to get something from the cart.

When the Big Tail gives a nod, the giant goes back to the cart to retrieve a bulky parcel, wrapped in a singed and stained tablecloth. Bringing it forward, he sets it down in the road before the dabber and opens it. In addition to various electronic components and shiny kitchen utensils the jumbled pile includes the boss porker's flamethrower and several gas masks.

"And for you, especially..." Bedlam takes a small bundle from his belt. It clinks pleasantly in the palm of his large hand as he unties the string which binds it. Unfolding the cloth he reveals a half dozen unspent rounds from the porker gun platform, the lens of a security camera, and a small energy cell.

Crinkles observes the interaction with curiosity, from time to time his large paw will scratch the under side of his chin. Otherwise, Crinkles might as well be part of the scenery as until Bedlam implied it, he sensed no danger from these people.

Thunderbird continues circling the group wondering what is going on down below. Since there is no gunfire or such, he is not as worried.

 She blinked and wondered what her seed mother would have thought of this action of giving up part of their equipment and parts that they had recovered, Maybe these parts belong to the Missing man?, O' that could be the reason the big man was giving it back to the missing man?, how could he be missing if they were giving it to the man.? She shook her head at trying to figure out what was going on.

 "Why are we giving some of our stuff to these people?." She asked in curiosity, since she was confused. She could remember from Flora that there had been a big fight with something called Porkers and she was born out of that fight but now the big man was giving some good stuff away..were they tax collectors?, she could remember vaguely about tax men, maybe so?.

Big Tail takes Bedlam's gifts, making sure the dabbers lining the roof get a good look.

"We accept your unexpected and generous gifts with thanks, friend. Stay safe, and if you need to contact us we usually have someone watching this stretch of road, just wait over by the old fire station there and we'll find you"

Big Tail gives Bedlam and knowing wink and the dabbers melt back into the scenery. The rest of the journey to Compton is without incident.

Closing this thread and continuing in Compton.