Chapter 3- Borneo

[Mephistophilis]

Seeing what is clearly some kind of demon swooping towards him, Alex lets out an involuntary shriek and tries to twist out of the way, shouting 'With the finger of God I cast out devils. The kingdom of God is come upon us,' wrestling in his clothes for a vial of holy water.

dd32%d%

[Mr. Handy]

Harry easily dodges out of the way.

Dodge roll (71% skill) to avoid getting hit:
d%

[Snapper]

1d%dd55%

OOC:   Fail.

[aine]

“Usiku kucha!” These are the demons out of the stories the villagers used to frighten the children with.
“These are nightgaunts!” She cries to the others.
Jan is so amazed to see them in reality she forgets to duck.

Dodge: 27 roll: 31. I vaguely remember reading a German word for nightgaunts somewhere, somewhen; which would have been apt.

[Mr. Handy]

You may want to spend 4 Luck to make that a success, especially if you're ticklish.

[Starspawn338]

Dodge 58
1d100

OOC:   Hard Dodge Success

As the plane lurches towards the ground, Butch is easily able to maintain his footing in his fight against what he now hears is a nightgaunt.

[aine]

What he said: Jan spends 4 luck points to improve her dodge

Luckily, the plane bounced, sending Jan sprawling and narrowly missing certain doom.

[kabukiman]

Alex and Crowley cannot avoid the creatures that have lost their balance and hit them with the force of their bodies now that the plane is doing a descent abruptly. Crowley is now sit in the comands with a creature in his back that is trying in the small cockpit to put her feets in the ground of the plane (a dificult thing since the plane is falling but doesn't seem to notice that a human being is behind her).

OOC:
Alex and Crowley roll 1d4 of damage

New turn: Crowley you can try to fly.
Everyone else act.

[Mr. Handy]

Harry empties his revolver into the creatures.

Firearms(Handgun) roll (77% skill) shooting at the creatures, shot 1 of 3:
d%
Firearms(Handgun) roll (77% skill) shooting at the creatures, shot 2 of 3:
d%
Firearms(Handgun) roll (77% skill) shooting at the creatures, shot 3 of 3:
d%
Damage to creature from .45 bullets:
1d10+2
1d10+2
1d10+2

[Snapper]

1d4

1d%pL40%

OOC:   Fail.

OOC:   Can Crowley madly throw his all into a crazed fight with the controls and "push" the skill for a second roll?

[Mr. Handy]

Pushing at 40% would be very dangerous.

[Starspawn338]

Fighting (Brawl) 50
1d100
Damage 1d8
1d8

Butch hangs on and swings his machete at the creature nearest him, dealing a solid chop into the it.

[aine]

Jan claws her way down to the cockpit to help Crawley either by keeping the creatures clear of him or mopping his brow.
“What can Ido to help?” She shouts over the engine whine.

[Mephistophilis]

With the dark monster falling through the air, Alex can do little but scream before its body thumps into him. Knocking him against the fuselage, still gripping his shotgun. He cracks it open and struggles to load a shell, before firing at the creature at point blank range. He braces himself for the explosive impact, turning his head away from the creature. But the sound never comes, he's fired the wrong barrel.

d1d4

H44%d%

[Snapper]

Eyes on the controls, Crowley yells back at Jan, "Start shooting those bloody things before they attack me again!" He is dripping blood in various directions dependent on the movement of the aircraft.

[kabukiman]

Harry blows the head of one of the creatures and Butch cuts the appendage of another who abandoned the plane.

The creature that is facing Alex decides to attack him.

Attack: 45%

[kabukiman]

And fail!


OOC: Everyone can act now.
There is only one creature still in the plane (the one facing Alex in the rear of the plane).

[Snapper]

1d%pL40%

OOC:   Success at last! GM, let me know if is worth spending 6 luck to make it a Hard Success.

Crowley manfully wrestles with the controls while dripping blood and perspiration. "For the Flying Corps!" he yells in defiance, his face a rictus of pain and concentration.

[Mephistophilis]

Ducking just in time to avoid a slashing claw that skims his hair. Alex shoves the barrel of the shotgun into the creature.

With his other hand he grips a vial of holy water and flicks off the lid. Splashing it across the infernal creature. And then pulls the trigger.

'Depart ancient serpent, the power of Christ compels you!'

H44%d%
FpL1d10

[aine]

“There’s just one left, in the tail. Just focus on flying!” Jan shouts to Crawley. She clambers to the copilot chair with her knife in hand in case any more attack the cockpit.