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Mammoth Apostate vs the World 1: "Lost in the Mist"

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dgr11897 said:
Idea, could we have triton get in the river so its back is up then put our artillery on them and use them as a (very fast) attack barge?
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The logistics of such a feat would be staggering, no doubt resulting in lost artillery and drowned troops until perfected, why not build a boat and build a Triton based propulsion system on it instead? You have ZERO naval presence and for a Coastal town that is not good.

Edit: besides Triton -already- possesses a Gyro-jet carbine and 4 torpedo/missile batteries and is quite capable of inflicting ranged damage (more so in the water, but it -IS- his element.)
 
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Iceman's Trek 4
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    • Consensus is pretty solid, I'm calling it earlier as no opposing plans were offered.

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    Michael screws his face up, indignation flaring. Sleeping out in the open, one eye open, awaiting a soaking by dew fall, and shivering at the lightest breeze after a footsore day?

    To hell with that... Whatever stood between him and a dry room, sheltered from the breeze, and the mosquitoes was going to have a bad evening. Why should he hold a monopoly on discomfort and suffering?

    As he slipped the thong from around his neck he palmed the single barreled sawed off in his left hand easing the hammer back, he paused and listened. When he heard nothing, his right hand slipped inside his duster and he retrieved the .22, even with the silencer the thing was barely bigger than his outstretched hand.

    He would prefer to drop the threat with the silenced pistol, and know that he didn't have to worry a gunshot would reach the wrong ears. But small calibers were never known for stopping power, and it was reassuring to have the weight of the sawed off there 'just in case'.

    Michael remembered 'Hunter's' admonitions, when entering unfamiliar areas visually sweep left to right, floor to ceiling, paying extra attention to deep shadows and potential cover, looking for anomalous shadows, things looking the wrong depth, and trusting your lizard brain.

    The other man was an emotional, hug it out, want-to-be pacifist; but on the scales of predator or prey the man knew his shit and was worthy of the nickname Hunter.

    Creeping forward, Michael noticed that among the leaf litter that collected just inside the hole burnt through the one wall, what at first glance he had thought were sticks were nothing of the sort.

    They were discarded legs, reminiscent of a crabs legs and were nearly 2" in diameter, and a length of over 2 foot. The legs were no more than hollowed husks as if a long rasp like tongue had dug the marrow out.

    As his eyes adjusted for the inner gloom, he saw it was not a single leg, or a handful even. No, there were thirty or forty limbs scattered and chitinous shell chunks the size of trashcan lids, and by the roof in the deepest shadow (Thank you, Hunter!) hung a single battle scarred arachnid horror the size of a Sumo-wrestler.

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    This had apparently at one time been a nest, and when local prey became scarce, it seemed rather than move on, they had resorted to cannibalizing the smaller and weaker members until only this horrific specimen remained.

    The .22 was unlikely to penetrate that chitinous shell, He slipped it into an empty pocket, placing his right hand on the hilt of the large kukri at his waist...

    I need 2 rolls:

    The first is the most vital; it will represent your stealth roll
    1d10+3 as Iceman is being -very- stealthy.(vs. Hidden target Number)

    Second is a shotgun blast to hit roll and will be modified by stealth success or failure. (stationary unaware target or a dodgy beast seeking a good meal)
    1d10+4 (Scatter weapon at point blank range)
     
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    • K-Scale reading inside the defensive perimeter
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    • The Mighty Merlin's zip into visual range long before anyone else begins the trek to Skidaway Island, although they are flying evasively, it is clear that the two tentacled mounds of flesh sprawled out oozing black blood should be no threat.


    Illustration provided with kind permission by Beastrider9 ( feel free to check out their work).

    The sensors anomalous readings were caused because no one had thought to add parameters for the corpses of conjoined twins on the Serizawa scale, below are two dissimilar beings, a winged cyclops versus a more humanocentric featured beast, but both evidence shared parentage as tentacles sprout from limbs, torso, and head without rhyme or reason. Their appearance suggests that even moving -any- distance would have been a horrific chore requiring both beings to cooperate. Hunting or growing their own foodstuffs would have been impossible, and yet they do not appear undernourished.

    As the Little Bird circles relaying data to Loccent, only for the briefest of moments a small, undernourished, teenager is spotted wearing rags before he darts for deeper cover... and is lost to sight.

    Thus ends the initial report, a full scale military presence is probably Not required. However the mystery of how it made it here, what killed it, etc. still has no answers.

    How shall we proceed Councillors?
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    • dgr11897 said:
    Fourth, an unknown external force, a third faction out there between reality. unlikely under initial inspection, made more likely by the recent story interludes.
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    Location - A prehistoric stone monastery, in the City of Alaozar, the Plateau of Leng, the Dreamlands.

    The frigid desert winds could not curb the enthusiasm of 'the high-priest not to be described', who wears a yellow silken mask over its face; after aeons of maneuvering his master Nyarlathotep (Flagg) had overcome a rival godling.

    The Twin Terrors, Zhar & Lloigor were defeated and and its shared organ of power devoured. Its loyal followers banished from the Dreamlands, never again to interfere and vie for the souls of the Tcho-Tcho people from the yellow masked Priest. His acolytes were preparing a cannibalistic feast not seen in centuries. Without a rival in close proximity, he would soon need to decide a new target for the holy crusade, but the Dreamlands were overfull with godlings and servitors to chose among.
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    Kudos! You spotted the connection, The "War in Heaven" has caused a Dream Fall where all 'of Zhar & Lloigor' shimmered out of Dream and fell to our world where apparently Nyarlathotep (Flagg) still has some vested interest... Could you have an Elder Ally? or Is he merely an enemy whose long game has yet to be revealed...
     
    We need BADLY to up our magic game, now that we have the BPR&D up and running we can do the equivalent of a Magic 'casting call'.

    If you or someone you know, has knowledge of the Paranormal or has experienced a paranormal event, we need your help. Cash rewards for verifiable information.

    Maybe we can rustle up Mr. Gary Gray (Cokerpilot Omake) & his wondrous coins and coin pouch...

    Edit: You know that includes Mammoth pilots and the Councillor that was psychically assaulted, he may be a key as that 'Symbol of True Faith' sounds mystical to me .
     
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    Do we have some sort of deep freezer or other way of storing dead giant monster stuff for long periods of time? I'd love to be able to study these two in detail without having to worry about decay. Even if we can't fit them all, a healthy helping of samples from both of them could offer a lot of neat and useful data.
     
    Fyrstorm said:
    Do we have some sort of deep freezer or other way of storing dead giant monster stuff for long periods of time? I'd love to be able to study these two in detail without having to worry about decay. Even if we can't fit them all, a healthy helping of samples from both of them could offer a lot of neat and useful data.
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    @Fyrstorm The black site equipment featured a vast cryonic storage capacity, I am assuming it (and all the other retrieved tech) helped form your K-science lab.

    Nothing to allow full storage but you could definitely have a firm foundations of various tissue samples to begin a M-sciences lab to better understand this radically different foe.

    Edit: by radically different I mean k-science is based off a silicon based life form, Mist tissues are carbon based primal proto-life but have some strong sulphur based components.

    Edit Edit: After gathering your appropriate samples Mr. Billy Bones has found uses on the black market and would pay you for the opportunity to 'harvest' your find.
     
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    Excellent.

    [X] Retrieve tissue samples from the twins. Lots of samples. Anything that seems remotely important about them, we're take a sample of.

    I want to study my giant monsters, and it sounds like getting a bunch of Mist life samples would be a big help to setting up a dedicated M-Science branch.
     
    Fyrstorm said:
    Excellent.

    [X] Retrieve tissue samples from the twins. Lots of samples. Anything that seems remotely important about them, we're take a sample of.

    I want to study my giant monsters, and it sounds like getting a bunch of Mist life samples would be a big help to setting up a dedicated M-Science branch.
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    As your crews begin clambering on, around, and inside the twin beasts you find a 'shared' tentacle twice the diameter of the next largest (point of connection) it has been savagely ripped open and the void left behind indicates a missing shared organ of indeterminate nature.
     
    /Whimper

    Fine, I'll bite the bullet but first one to complain about my rolls gets to make the next battle plan AND the next downtime.

    Edit: hopefully close enough
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    Iceman's Trek 5
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    • Michael is able to creep up on the beast, and get within arms reach, only then does something disturb it.

    A variation of air pressure, a shadow falling across it, an impending aura of doom, something causes its four red eyes to shift on their stalks and focus on the gunmetal grey of the gun barrel just as the hammer falls.

    The buckshot tears a ragged hole blowing pieces of head and brain -into- the torso and spraying the surrounding walls with ichor and thicker things.
    Nearly 300 pound of pseudo-arachnid spasm once and fall to the ground with a meaty thud.

    Michael reloads the shotgun, draws the .22 back from his pocket and continues to sweep the house, maintaining his back to a wall he now moves as quickly as he can surveying each inch of the floors, walls, ceiling and every nook and cubby.

    The house is his alone.

    He begins now to take stock of what he has won beside a place to rest dry and out of the breeze. For a man used to living rough, its a treasure trove.

    An undisturbed water heater holds gallons of water, and the basement laundry room has bleach to treat the water. The houses shelves holds 3 cans of SPAM, and a half dozen cans of mixed veg as well as a can of peaches none swollen. A discarded pillowcase makes a handy knapsack for storage. There is also a fishing rod in one of the closets, Micheal steals the spool of line.

    As he treats the water, he gorges on canned goods as quietly as he can manage; ALWAYS keeping an ear out in case someone or someTHING heard the shotgun blast.

    He improvises a makeshift alarm, pebbles in the cans strung on fishing line he loops it over the basement door handle on the inside where it gives no sign.

    The basement is secure and the windows are wide enough to give him an alternate path out if push comes to shove. Pushing the Dryer under a window to serve as an impromptu ladder his escape path is clear.

    Once he's drank as much as his stomach can hold, he settles his back into a corner to sit with a clear view up the stairs, weapons in his lap and sleeps.
     
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    • As samples are brought back from the conjoined corpse(s), they are given a cursory glance under a microscope to better label and organize the samples for later 'in depth' study.

    Sample 'tentacle' Br-59 (the tissue lining the missing organ cavity), that formed the tentacle juncture between the Twins is witnessed to have residual 'flecks' that visibly glow in low light. These glowing samples are deemed to neither be radioactive, or the result of chemical bio-luminescence and to all tests appear completely inert, but they -do- produce light in defiance to all scientific inquiry.

    Radios are grabbed, Mr. Bones is given instructions, he is to retrieve that tentacle from the organ void and additional 5 meters to either side as intact as he is able. A refrigerated semi tractor trailer is re-purposed and sent as mobile cold storage unit. By far this unidentifiable fleck is the only feature not duplicated in 2 dozen other tentacle samples. It is the labs hope that if the glowing samples are gathered in enough quantity something will register...
     
    Sorry for the delay. Life is a thing.

    Smithsguild said:
    The Mighty Merlin's zip into visual range long before anyone else begins the trek to Skidaway Island, although they are flying evasively, it is clear that the two tentacled mounds of flesh sprawled out oozing black blood should be no threat.
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    The phrase "no threat" is perfect for getting my guard up.
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    Kudos! You spotted the connection, The "War in Heaven" has caused a Dream Fall where all 'of Zhar & Lloigor' shimmered out of Dream and fell to our world where apparently Nyarlathotep (Flagg) still has some vested interest... Could you have an Elder Ally? or Is he merely an enemy whose long game has yet to be revealed...
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    Randal Flagg has an odd idea of what to give allies, if true. Corpses falling from the sky is not my idea of a gift. But then, I'm not an Outer God.

    Personally, I kinda think of Nyarlathotep a bit like a darker version of how I've seen some settings treat Odin. Inscrutable, wandering the world, serving his own goals, taking whatever form serves his purposes. Odin might be somewhat benevolent in many settings, but one should still really think before following the advice of mysterious, one-eyed old men in a magical-setting's version of Norway, until you where you stand with Odin, ya know?
    Fyrstorm said:
    Do we have some sort of deep freezer or other way of storing dead giant monster stuff for long periods of time? I'd love to be able to study these two in detail without having to worry about decay. Even if we can't fit them all, a healthy helping of samples from both of them could offer a lot of neat and useful data.
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    As your crews begin clambering on, around, and inside the twin beasts you find a 'shared' tentacle twice the diameter of the next largest (point of connection) it has been savagely ripped open and the void left behind indicates a missing shared organ of indeterminate nature.
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    The heart or brain-equivalent, I would think. Or something else important, anyway.
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    As samples are brought back from the conjoined corpse(s), they are given a cursory glance under a microscope to better label and organize the samples for later 'in depth' study.

    Sample 'tentacle' Br-59 (the tissue lining the missing organ cavity), that formed the tentacle juncture between the Twins is witnessed to have residual 'flecks' that visibly glow in low light. These glowing samples are deemed to neither be radioactive, or the result of chemical bio-luminescence and to all tests appear completely inert, but they -do- produce light in defiance to all scientific inquiry.

    Radios are grabbed, Mr. Bones is given instructions, he is to retrieve that tentacle from the organ void and additional 5 meters to either side as intact as he is able. A refrigerated semi tractor trailer is re-purposed and sent as mobile cold storage unit. By far this unidentifiable fleck is the only feature not duplicated in 2 dozen other tentacle samples. It is the labs hope that if the glowing samples are gathered in enough quantity something will register...
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    ...Well, that raises a red flag(g). I think we're being given hints to help us understand magic. Which means we're considered useful to The Crawling Chaos. Always a tricky spot to stand in, since pawns are to be sacrificed, and even higher level pieces might given up, for the right goal.
     
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    The Twin Terrors, Zhar & Lloigor were defeated and and its shared organ of power devoured.
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    But he never would have suspected, Cthulhu and his camp with their vast powers would be forced to scramble suddenly to cover areas in contention because Nyarlathotep had experienced a sudden unexplained leap in power.
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    The heart or brain-equivalent, I would think. Or something else important, anyway.
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    Something else important is a safe guess...
     
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    Nixeu said:
    I kinda think of Nyarlathotep a bit like a darker version of how I've seen some settings treat Odin. Inscrutable, wandering the world, serving his own goals, taking whatever form serves his purposes. Odin might be somewhat benevolent in many settings, but one should still really think before following the advice of mysterious, one-eyed old men in a magical-setting's version of Norway, until you where you stand with Odin, ya know?
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    Enlightened self interest is a 'wondrous' thing as long as your interests align....
     
    Mr. Billy Bones finally arrives with your tentacle on ice and and pays you for the remainder of the carcasses, he deducts a bit more than his normal cut as your intensive sampling and special 'delivery' bit heavily in to his crews harvest time and as he is quick to remind you the best bits go bad first...

    Receive 1,500 R! (Which coincidentally, would be -just- enough to have a new 'Mist Life Studies' lab ready by next downtime).

    K-sciences is all in an uproar, with rumors of a possible new lab branch dedicated to Mist life forms, some are wondering who will get transfers, who will get promoted to oversee the new branch, others are wondering about sharing of resources and which lab will get precedence if there is a conflict? They are assured transfers will be voluntary, and then based on the ability to get the job done... labs will have equal access and if there is a conflict with not enough equipment time then by God the PODC will buy or build more equipment!

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    Sirens begin to wail, but these are not the familiar klaxon of Kaiju Alerts (or Mist Horrors as is all too often the case).

    No, this is an alert that Savannah proper is the target of a military attack... Radar is reading three signatures, coming in due East from the ocean. It is the unmistakable signature of a flight of Tomahawk Cruise Missiles (payload unknown), no known naval vessels are showing on sensors in that quadrant.

    Your 5 Avengers will each get two shots at downing these inbound threats... Good luck Councillor's!

    5 rolls flat 1d10 hits on 4+ at 4 km extreme range, if all 3 tomahawks are not down you get another 5 rolls at 1d10+2, hits 4+ at 2 km short range.
     
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    (OOC) I just wanted you to know, yes I am aware that the Tomahawks are solid fuel assisted, jet turbofan missiles. Initially a full dozen were launched, the three in-flight are the survivors of the particulates until now. Normally Tomahawks are also GPS dependent, but these are working from Inertial Guidance and DMASC (terrain contour matching onboard computers).

    At a price tag pre-kaiju of about 1.8 million USD (x12), Apparently someone wants to bloody Savannah pretty badly...
     
    I'll take two of those d10s.

    EDIT: Well, I got one of them.
    Cmd. Frost threw 2 10-faced dice. Reason: Anti missile Total: 9
    8 8 1 1
     
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    I will try 1 as I'm not feeling super lucky.

    Edit: Lol, I guess I must not be the best judge. Giving someone else a chance, if no one steps up in next few hours, I may try again.
    BadKatt85 threw 1 10-faced dice. Reason: Avenger Total: 10
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