"Pan Friend said it feel like brain goes through straw, but you no loose memories. Pan just knows your path."

"...Ok. Go ahead."

As Pan described, your brain feels like it is going through a straw, in addition you are more or less aware of what information he gleams from you. Almost every memory has one of three common threads: Programing, Discipline, and HOT BLOODED SHŌNEN ACTION! It only takes a moment for the feeling to go away, and no memories seem to be missing, maybe just a little out of order.

Upon sampling your memories Pan starts to jerk around like a puppet being controlled by a small child. “Paaaannnn, Pan now know what cAAAAffee feel like.“ The tassels at the end of his sleeves seem to pass for his fingers as they unnaturally bend into forced curves with his words. It takes a moment for Pan to calm down, but when he does he finishes explaining. "Verser like Game character, but every time verser die they spawn in new world, never really changing. New world can have any old rule changed, home had no magic, here lots of magic, next hate magic. Get idea." He waves the tassels in almost a dismissive fashion at the end and tensises up as he continues. "Mentat!" He says with some distain. "Mentat, no matter he gone. Gafror State, they here they hurt Pan pets and Pan Mom. They get too big, time to slap. Happens lot. One pet or group of pets get big harms other pets, ultimately harm Pan Mom. Pan Mom tell Pan, stop pet or take away, so Pan stop, new friend helps Pan stop. Still better than last one though, they also hurt Pan Friends."

"Ok. You are saying that there are multiple worlds And versers go to another one when they die.
Magic apparently exists here and rules for magic and possible physics can change between worlds.
... Wait. The chemistry in my body needs those physics to work. so wouldn't I just immediately die if I ended up in an area with altered physics?...

...Anyway. I assume that Gafror State is some sort of country. one that you want me to 'slap' as you put it. What did they do to your pets... For that matter what are your pets? How does what your pets do harm your Mother? And who exactly are your Friends?"

"All mages Pan friend, also hands, Pan pets what you call mortals. Funny friend you part magic, besides it have be really bad ta kill you, still some physics maybe friend fix that later. State slaps other pets around make them do all work so they steal, lie, cheat. Want more, more Pan Mom bones, power. When not greedy Pan Mom recover, still no like but no harm so Pan Mom tolerate. "

"... wait what? I'm part magic? How?... ok. How does magic work?

So this state is oppressing other humans to force them to... Mine? your mom's bones.
What exactly is your Mom's bones?"

“New friend made of as much magic as he is matter."

"Pan be honest if learn magic you must, gone wrong things have. But if magic necessary..." Pan lifts his right hand plunges it into the hole in his left shoulder, it emerges with five orbs of the same darkness that reside under his cloth. The orbs quickly solidify into dark 'river stones' covered in faint golden runes. "These be useful, each a spell, not yet set, think like programs that can cover anything, when need them you reprogram with clear purpose, through strong desire. Use well. If need more find Ward in Ward's Wind, can make you more, takes him much longer though." His giggle echos in the haze once more.

"Better understand what Pan Mom is. Pan Mom all over, you stand on Pan Mom, breath and travel. Look up see twinkle in Pan Mom eyes, Pan Mom have many eyes, go between them and only move from one finger to another. Now new friend understand, think too small.”
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... I'll flip the safety on the gun on, put the gun in my pocket and then accept the stones from pan.

"Thank you for these stones.
So you are saying that your mom is this universe? All of it?... Is she called Kosmos?
So...What exactly are her bones then. Something with more of her concentrated in it?"
I think for a bit.

"So which direction is this civilization I need to 'slap'? Never mind how I am supposed to slap a civilization when I am still effectively a normal human."

“ Yes, Pan born of what you call universe. Most call Pan Mom, Almajara though. Most anything useful in ground is Pan Mom bones. As for slapping duties, a hand has many fingers, State have enemies, their enemies are useful. Go Rainwell pointing in right direction. You figure out. More fun when friends figure out, pets no like when Pan does.”


Hopefully I haven't left anything out. I will need to find a better way to simulate alien languages for later.

I put the stones in another pocket.

"I see. Ok. Have a good day."

"Lets see... those bandits where worried that the Rainwellers would send someone after them. So those girls are probably Rainwellers. So I guess I need to go in the direction they ran off in..."

I'll try to determine which way they went and then start walking that direction.

"Pan Help!" The Haze swirls around you at a dizzying rate, the turbulence forces you to close your eyes, when they open you are on a hill overlooking a farming town inside a giant bubble. Above the 'airlock gate' a sign dangles simply labeled "Rainwell"

"...ok. Apparently he teleported me... I guess I should introduce myself in town."

I'll start walking towards the Airlock. Let's see if they let me in.

When you walk up to the air lock a radio crackles to life next to the door. An old mans voice almost inebriated or perhaps having suffered from a seizure in the past. "'Hu iz et? S'ate yer busnezz?" Over the intercom a small camera's cover slides off. "Ye don' luk like a miner and ye don' liv' yere." The voice turns dark and vindictive. "Ye net anoder un' o' dem mill~itary blokes ARE YE?! If so we an't time fer ye, unless yer 'bout te sa dat bas'ard Nikads is gitin' a noose."

On the other side you hear something make contact with the speakers head. "OW!" and a mostly indistinctive conversation soon followed by a supposedly younger but defiantly sweeter disposition. "Shew, shew you'll not make anything better screening people like that honestly, what am I to do with you. Sorry 'bout that sweety, Gramp Grump is dealing with some personal issues right now. Don't take it personally. Now you seem like a nice enough lad, but he did have some points. So what's your business here in Rainwell?...Excuse me but by any chance did you happen to see a pair of girls on your way here? They're our favorite engineers and they should have been back from Stonedrop by now."

"I guess I am looking for a place to live. My day has been very weird and I doubt you will believe me. I did see two girls being robbed by three bandits. I attacked the bandits and the two Girls ran off on a vehicle in the confusion. I managed to run the bandits off.

...Then I talked to something Supernatural and powerful. It looked like a rag doll stuffed with darkness. Called itself Pan. Then Teleported me to the top of that hill over there.

I suppose that you think I am crazy. I'm starting to wonder about my sanity myself."

As you start describing Pan the voice cuts you off rather quickly and with a slightly panicked tone. It starts quietly and gets louder and more panicked "_Stop stop STOP STOP!" They calm down with a sharp inhalation and move into a whisper. "I don't know what the *clears throat* spirit did to you but apparently you have forgoten that worship or even mention of it, is ileagal." Behind you, you hear a car pull up.

The driver walks up to the radio not really seeming to care that you're ahead of her in line. "Seth and Echo reporting home, had another incident with the roadside boys. Nothing stolen, someone was kind enough to open fire on their asses." She sounds rather pleased about the last part. As the driver reports in the other girl rolls a dolly full of tools out of the vehicle and up to the door. After a moment of silence "Okay,... Opening locks please stand by...That means you too sir." A noise akin to a truck backing up accompanies the doors moving open. The girls walk inside and wait.

If you take too long to walk in they turn back to you with irritation. The doors remain open until you are safely inside.

Once the doors are closed a new buzzer sounds, and the girls stand in a pose that spreads their arms and legs out so the vapor filling the room can reach. After the vapor dissipates the doors open and you are all free to enter the town. Inside the town is solum despite the lush conditions within. Several groups of people stand on either side of the main street heads down in morning as a short casket is moved by. Seth and Echo go to join the group leaving the tools beside the gate they give hugs and words of quiet condolences to people in the crowd.

"He might not have been Gramp Grump's own kin but I know he cared about him all the same." States a man with a flowery disposition. "Officer Nikads shot the lad when he interfered with a strong arm tactic ta get some locals to sign their land over to the State. Once the funeral is over go talk to.." he looks over the crowd to point out a chubby man with a equity round beard. "Mayor Marks will set you up with a place to stay tonight. If he does give you trouble tell him that Flancy Joe will vouge for you. Where have my manners gone today honestly I'm Joe... One of five so everyone knows me as Flancy Joe. Just remember everyones on edge so best behavior ...and don't mention" He flairs out his fingers and mouths Pan. He gives you a masculine curtsy if such a thing exist and returns to his post.

"Illegal? Sorry, I didn't know. I'm new here."

I'll watch the girls come up and talk to the flamboyant man. I'll shrug and head inside when they invite my in. Once I'm Inside I'll Spread my arms and legs like the Girls do. Presumably for decontamination.

What do the Girls look like now that I am close enough to get a good look at them. About how tall are they and what kind of build do they have?

I'll frown at the mention of a kid being shot by a government officer.
I'll force myself to calm down.
I'll reply to Flancy Joe
"Ok. I'll wait. Thanks for letting me in. I'm called Eli. If there is another Eli in town I can go by Magnus... Why is your name Flancy Joe as opposed to Fancy Joe. As I said I'm really new here."

I'll go up to the casket and take a look at the kid.
I'll wait for the Funeral to end before going to talk to Mayor Marks.
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“To be honest I let you in because I figure that you survived a crash landing, *THAT*” he clears his throat in an attempt to elude to Pan. “Is said to have a strange love for survivors of crashes.” He shrugs. “Crazy things happen though and I know better than unravel any thing to do with *IT*. Folks that clame to see him aren’t always right in the head, for someone who had a run in you don’t seem too bad. Who is to say what happened and if a trick hasn’t been played at your expense. …Besides We let Grump in and he was an ass when he petitioned.” He wraps the statement up with a chuckle.

“Well lets see,” He puts a hand up to his lips as he thinks. “I think there are at least two Elis in town.” He drums with a pair of fingers to emphasize the statement. “
So Magnus it is then.”

“I don’t know about where you’re from Magnus, but ‘round here ‘Fancy’ is a way of saying someone is gay. I was, for a short time, called Fancy Joe, until everyone realized I did’t actually swing that way. So instead they took my flowery disposition as people called it and mixed the two together, and now I am forever Flancy Joe. I will admit I do like being Flacny.” He accompanies the last work with a dramatic hand movement and head gesture.

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When you approach the casket Seth and Echo are standing beside it whispering their goodbyes so quiet none but the deceased could tell you what they said. Seth’s honey blonde hair drapes over her jade eyes obscuring her tears from sight. Her light tan skin at least two shades lighter than any of the townsfolk most days, is even paler with grief. Much like Seth, Echo’s skin is far paler than the rest of the town to the point that she may in-fact be an albino. The sheer body of her pink dyed hair prevents it from shielding her gray blue eyes as the tears make small rivers down her face. After a moment they walk away leaning on each others shoulders. The boy somewhere in his early adolescence had the same deep tan like most of the town and jet black hair. His body is surrounded with various alien flowers including a small bouquet his hands are holding on his chest. While paying  your respects you get a faint detection of something akin to Pan, after a moment you see it, a smooth black stone attached to the boys belt. The stone is heavily damaged though, it appears it was struck with something small at high speed.

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Before you get to really examine the stone a ruckus erupts in the crowd. Two military officers are struggling with an old man. “GIT OFF, YA PIG FUK’IN’, LIFE STEALIN’, CORRUPT SONS O’ WHORES!”

“Come on Gramp, you didn’t honestly think nothing would happen to you after all the shit you’ve said.

“Nikads, would like to give you his personal condolences.”

I'll walk up to the officers. Thunderclouds of righteous anger forming around me. I walk up behind one of the officers. "I can't let let you do that."
As he turns to face me, I punch him right in his face. I pull my arm back from the punch. My left arm snakes behind his head Then my right arm elbows him in the face. Then I grab his Shoulders then knee him in the groin.


OOC:
It was rated as a One Dice stunt
So my brawl attacks are 5k2

22:14, Today: Magnus rolled 19 using 5d10, keeping the 3 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 3,5,5,9,5.  Punch with sap Gloves.

22:15, Today: Magnus rolled 20 using 5d10, keeping the 3 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 4,3,4,(10+2)12,1.  Elbow to face.

22:15, Today: Magnus rolled 19 using 5d10, keeping the 3 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 6,4,4,3,9.  Knee to Balls.

22:18, Today: Magnus rolled 16 using 4d10, keeping the 2 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 7,9,6,5.  Sap Glove Damage.

22:18, Today: Magnus rolled 5 using 4d10, keeping the highest dice only, rerolling max with rolls of 1,5,3,4.  elbow Damage.

22:18, Today: Magnus rolled 4 using 4d10, keeping the highest dice only, rerolling max with rolls of 4,1,3,2.  Damage to balls.

The crowd's confusion at to what to do is quickly replaced with the aura surrounding you. As you begin your attack on the officers the crowd surrounds them in a wide circle the glare in their collective eyes says "they'll not escape." The officer you punched reels from the blows to the head for a moment before both Officers reach for their pistols, only to have them snatched by a 7ft tall Man-dragon who you have somehow failed to notice up till this point. "Surely, military folk such as your selves don't need these for such rabble." The voice is gravel and somehow mockingly cold. The pair exchange a look of concern but waste no further time as they try to coordinate their attacks. "Punching bag" attempts to move behind you for a grab while his friend tries to draw your attention by giving an aggressive frontal assault.


Officer 1      5/10
Rolled 8 for grapple

Officer 2      10/10
Rolled 7 attack 1
and 8 attack 2

I Turn To face the injured one with my right side. Then I execute a sliding side kick into the gut of the injured one. Knocking him into the wall of people that catch him. and causing him to bend over from losing his wind.

Then I' Finish him off with a roundhouse kick to his lowered skull.

OOC:
00:27, Today: Magnus rolled 16 using 6d10, keeping the 3 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 1,5,8,3,1,3.  slide Side kick.


00:28, Today: Magnus rolled 33 using 6d10, keeping the 3 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 7,1,7,9,(10+7)17,7.  Roundhouse Kick.


00:29, Today: Magnus rolled 26 using 4d10, keeping the 2 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 7,(10+9)19,4,4.  slide kick Damage.

00:30, Today: Magnus rolled 9 using 4d10, keeping the 2 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 2,4,2,5.  Roundhouse Kick Damage.

As the appointed Punching bag falls you can hear the towns folk remove him from the circle. Looking at your remaining opponent the fear in his eyes is apparent, his breathing increases heavily to what may be considered unsafe levels. With your eyes locked his gaze narrows almost like he is in a trance, he takes one step forward and lets loose a new volley of attacks. Something is different about this attack compared to the last both punches are more competent and fueled by desperation. He makes two swings for your head.

Punching bag is down for the count

adrenaline rush - Racial
The individual must be desperate.
roll D4 on 4 get  +lv bonus to a combat skill for 1D4 rounds
He rolled a 1 on # of rounds

He goes through the round at brawl 2, but looses it on his next turn.

Uses All Out Attack so +2k0 to rolls.

Attack 1 rolled a 27
Attack 2 rolled a 21

Damage 1 rolled 19
Damage 2 rolled 14

after all is said and done Att1= 3 and Att2 =2 but only if you don’t dodge or parry.

I wasn’t expecting the dice roller to like him so much at one time.

As the first punch comes in I'll shift to a more boxer like front stance. I note a decent sized rock on the ground next to my foot. So I kick it forward, right into the guys footing. Messing up his first punch enough to allow me to deflect it easily to the side with my forarm.

I expected him to stop there because more would leave him wide open.
But he steped forward and punched me again anyway. So I lowered my skull to take it on the forhead. Still hurt. But now he is wide open.

A left jap plows into his unprotected face. Causing him to stumble back on to that rock I put into his path. Messing up his footing even more. Allowing me to launch a right cross into this bastard's face.

OOC:
10:41, Today: Magnus rolled 32 using 6d10, keeping the 3 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 7,1,(10+7)17,8,4,2.  Unarmed Parry.

My Static defence is 17 +(32/2)= 33

So I parry the first hit and take the second one on the skull for 2 wounds and 1 fatigue.

10:45, Today: Magnus rolled 19 using 5d10, keeping the 3 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 7,3,2,4,8.  Jab.

Since he can't use reactions, I hit

10:46, Today: Magnus rolled 14 using 4d10, keeping the 2 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 9,2,5,4.  Jab damage .

10:48, Today: Magnus rolled 16 using 5d10, keeping the 3 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 5,4,3,7,1.  Cross punch.

Again I hit because of the lack of reactions.

10:49, Today: Magnus rolled 28 using 4d10, keeping the 2 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 9,3,5,(10+9)19.  Cross punch damage.


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The officer takes a moment to regain his footing and pants heavily. Whatever it was that caused him to fight better, faded quickly from his eyes. He still puts in his full desperate effort into his next and perhaps final two attacks.

*As he punches, you move to the side and parry with your hand. Then grap his wrist, locking his elbow in an extended position. Then you swing around Slaming your elbow into his. Hyperextending it and overwelming him with pain.

He collapses and falls to the ground. Unfortainatly for him. You're still too pissed to think rationally. So you curb stomp his skull and bust it like an overripe melon.*



*Thank You for submitting your stunt*

He took 3 fatigue, 2 from your attacks and 1 from his feat last round. Oh and at 0 HP before the addition of your action.

Attack 1 = 18

Attack 2 = 3

Damage = 9/4 = 2 damage if you don't parry.

With your action his arm is broken, which he really doesn't care about seeing as he is dead.




When or if you look through the crowd you notice that all children that were perviously present are gone, moved away by some of the other missing townsfolk so they wouldn't have to see all that, Echo is also missing. A few of the townsfolk are coming to grips with what they just participated in while others are already busy cleaning up the remains of the incident. The dragon man lifts both bodies with ease and a pair of crippled men clean up the smaller parts that wouldn't stay with the bodies. After the area is thoroughly picked for flesh and the like, they expertly remove any remaining signs of struggle.

After you have a moment to gather your thoughts Mayor Marks tentatively makes his way over to you. "W-Well that - that happened...Mr? "

Oh right you've survived two battles have 500xp. YAY!

I calm down and realize that I literally beat a man to death because I was angry at what he was doing.

I sit down and think about what I did and why. I was angry that they where oppressing that old man. And then I used my Martial Arts to beat them to death... I guess that was defending people...

Then the mayor speaks to me.

"... Call me Magnus. Apparently you already have two Eli's in town.

Well I was going to ask to live in your town. But I guess I ruined that for myself now. I saw them hurting your people and i just had to stop them..."