Statement 3: Why Was He Born So Beautiful?

[jp1885]

Several things seem to happen all at once.

Des reaches Skipper just as he bashes a break-glass fire alarm. As a piercing alarm erupts, a shower of glass and fine powder scatters over the angry skittlers, courtesy of Leo's attempts to knock out the lighting.

"NOOOO!"

With the match all but abandoned, a wail of anguish echoes around the hall. Jordan, coming out of his reverie, catches Neil as he staggers backwards, dropping the stool and clutching his head.

Butterfield also falls lumpenly backwards, colliding with a bemused Izzy, who, seconds ago, was just about to stand up to bowl but now finds herself in the midst of chaos.

You all feel a rush, as the vestigia that filled the room is suddenly sucked into the scoreboard, as if something is gathering it's energies.

"IT'S ALL RUINED!"

The board seems to bulge outwards as an eerie blue light streams from it. With shouts of alarm, Nennington Nutters rush out of the door and into the car park, crashing into those rushing from the pub to see what the hell is going on.

Neil is the last out, struggling through the throng. He cries as the blue light bursts through him, taking the form of a spectral humanoid, face snarling in anger.



"I WAS SO CLOSE!" yells the revenant of Lee Snelgrove as he swirls around the ceiling, sucking up stools, skittles and other ephemera.

DEX or Athletics rolls please.

[SaintMeerkat]

1d100

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Not for the first time since beginning his police career, Leo wishes that he'd spent a little more time in the gym as a kid as he tries to dodge what's left of Neil.

As soon as I saw things go pear-shaped, I would've put up a Shield spell between me and any person I can step in front of/grab, not trying to be subtle this time. I will put a Magic roll below, just in case.

DEX (40/20): 1d100

Magic (70/35): 1d100

I will spend 4 Luck to make the Magic roll a success.

[Philulhu]

DEX (75%) 1d100

Des wasn’t hanging around! She ducked past Skipper and the ex-copper and headed for the doorway!

[Trivun]

With the spell broken, Izzy reacts as quickly as she can, dodging out of the way, or at least attempting to, and trying to find some form of cover from the revenant. This is exactly what she feared, and she hopes to hell that she and Leo, being the only practitioners present, can deal with the spirit before someone gets hurt...

DEX: 60%

1d100

Another stinker! I'd like to spend 14 Luck to make that DEX roll a success please.

[Snapper]

1d%d60%

Fail.

Stunned briefly by events, Skipper is wrong footed and slow to react. "Khyber..."

[Mr. Handy]

Jordan manages to dodge anything thrown at him.

DEX roll (40% stat) to avoid the objects:
d%

[jp1885]

With the skittle alley largely empty now, most of you are able to dodge the flying debris and reach the door.

Leo, quickly conjuring up a shield spell, is unharmed as a bar stool bounces off the invisible barrier in front of him (remember to spend 2 magic points as Shield is a 2nd order spell.) However, thus preoccupied with spellcasting, you do not reach the exit.

Neither does Skipper: knocked back by a heavy rubber skittles ball which cannons into your stomach (take 1 damage and mark your character as Hurt - no mechanical effect... yet...)

There is a loud groan as Neil, slumped against a table, tries to stand. Being insubstantial, Snelgrove was able to pass through him without causing explosive damage. The poor fellow does not look very well, however.

Wailing in rage and anguish, the Snelgrove Revenant continues to fling things at you. He also vents his anger at Neil, who receives a skittle pin in the back of his leg for his trouble, causing him to slump to the floor with a cry of pain.

We're now officially in combat. You can each do one thing - tell me what you hope to achieve and make a relevant roll. You also each get to react to what your opponent does (throwing stuff at you in this case); options include doing nothing, dodging, fleeing, diving for cover or fighting back somehow (which you can only do once per round). Des, you have Fast Reactions, so get to fight back twice.

[57] = 57
1d100: [ 57 ] = 57
Regular success

Penalty die if required [7]*10 = 70
1d10*10: [ 7 ] *10 = 70

Bonus die if required [8]*10 = 80
1d10*10: [ 8 ] *10 = 80

[Philulhu]

Des ran for cover, keeping her head down! ”Do something!” she yelled at Leo and Izzy, the magic-users of the group.

Athletics - running away at speed! (60%) 1d100

Can Des hold her second action until she sees what everyone else does?

[Mr. Handy]

Jordan scoops up Neil in a fireman's carry and hurries to take him out of harm's way, shielding him with his own body.

STR roll (70% stat) to carry Neil:
d%

[Snapper]

Skipper also has Fast Reactions.

"Oof! Anthony Blunt..." Skipper's footballer instinct is to fall to the ground and roll from side to side, crying in agony until someone gets red-carded, but he fights that urge.

Instead, despite being winded, he picks up the skittle ball that hit him and fires it back at Lee. "Game's over Lee, cancelled due to cheating by you!"

1d%HL30%

More a footballer and BJJ expert than a cricketer, Skipper's throw misses the ghost (if a revenant can even be hit) and thunks into a wall. Meantime, he edges towards the exit, keeping the crazed spirit in his view but staying clear of Jordan and Neil.

"Come on Lee, one to you, zero to me, bet you can't hit me again!" Skipper is trying to keep the attention away from Neil.

[SaintMeerkat]

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Quickly deciding that Nightingale would approve in this case, Leo starts the forma for a Fireball. He shakes his head sadly, "We could have been so good together..."

Magic (70/35): 1d100

Regular success = 1 damage + 1 base Fireball damage

I started out with 17 magic points.
-2 for the boosted Impello
-2 for the Shield
-2 for the Fireball
======
11 Magic points currently

[jp1885]

Des, yes you can hold your second reaction, Skipper, if you’re trying to distract the revenant, please make a Social roll.

[Snapper]

1d%L30%

Hard Success! Most unexpected...

[Trivun]

The spell finally broken, Izzy ducks away from the objects being flung around by the revenant, and focuses her attention on the scoreboard. She had earlier noticed Neil's surreptitious glance in that direction, and she's certain that it hides something. Failing that, she can always give the skittles lane a try where Leo suggested earlier, but for now she makes for the scoreboard, hoping to see if anything is hidden behind it.

As she runs, Izzy conjures up an Impello, just a basic one, to pull the scoreboard away to reveal whatever may be lurking behind. She's just glad she remembered to de-battery her phones before the game began, as she attempts the simple spell...

Magic: 60%

1d100

Phew! Success for the spell itself, presumed POW roll for moving an inanimate object to see if it does move (based on the spell description): 60%

1d100

[jp1885]

Somebody make me a Luck roll please.

[Trivun]

Luck: 40% (current points)

1d100

OOC:   Hmm, maybe I should have let someone else take the reins on that one...

[jp1885]

With Jordan effortlessly picking up Neil in a fireman's lift, an uncharacteristically slow Des provides an easier target for the revenant.

He readies a large table in the air before him, sizing up the target like a bowler sizes up a skittle, when Skipper's taunts draw his attention.

The floating spectre turns to the PI, but before he can respond, a fireball from Leo whooshes through his ghostly body, causing him to grimace.

"What-?"

At this point there is a loud crash as the scoreboard is pulled from the wall, courtesy of an impello spell from Izzy.

There, nestled in a gap in the wall insulation, is a small stone urn, which wobbles slightly, but stays in place.

The revenant that was Lee Snelgrove looks around bewildered, unable to decide a course of action, when suddenly there is a WOOSH! at the back of the hall.

Leo's fireball, passing though the spectre, has burned through the thin chipboard wall of the storage cupboard. Thick smoke begins to bellow out and into the alley as the wooden tables and chairs inside catch alight.

"NO!" yells the spectre, flying over to the fire and fruitlessly trying to put out the flames with it's non-corporeal flapping arms, it's glowing form increasingly obscured by the black smoke.

[Philulhu]

Not one for social graces even at the best of times, Des let out a triumphant ”Yesss!” followed by ”Burn, you fucker!” as it was wreathed in smoke…

[Trivun]

Upon seeing the urn, Izzy continues running, making to grab it. She knows it's the key to all of this, and if the urn is destroyed, who knows what might happen to Lee Snelgrove? She doesn't know if he would be destroyed too, or if he would simply be free to roam with no means of containment, a far more dangerous proposition...

DEX 60%:

1d100

As she runs, however, Izzy notices the fireball, and sees the place starting to go up in flames. "Shit..." Whatever she does now, she needs to do it fast. She can't call for a fire engine, not with her phones devoid of batteries - she hopes that the others remembered, or else their own phones will be useless bricks right now. Even worse, she notices that the fire exit is right next to the store room which is now ablaze. At least the main entrance and exit is at the other end of the building to the fire. Another thought creeps into her mind...

Neil knew. She had only been alerted to the location of the urn by his reactionary glance towards the scoreboard, otherwise she'd have had no clue. Neil had known where it was. He's involved. We need to find out how.

[SaintMeerkat]

OOC:   Speaking of calling the fire brigade, the books mention several times about Peter's method of jury-rigging a phone/Airwave for quick access. Is it safe to assume that Peter would have given at least one of us one of those?