"Bag him or frag him, people. I don't think it matters that much either way. We need to move." Blackstone says, keeping augmented eyes on the forest while the rest of the party deliberates.
You drag Tank's limp body up onto the waiting truck bed and pile into Tim's old beat up truck. He whips it around and about 3 minutes later you arrive at a little farmhouse tucked away from road. It isn't much but they are connected to the LTG (Local telecomunications grid or matrix). Tim's wife has prepared some sandwiches for the group. She brings out as many blankets and pillows as she can find for you all but there isn't enough furniture to go around.
The older boy proudly brings out his ancient cyberdeck. He got it at a garage sale a couple years ago. Never really figured it out. He says he'll sell it to the group if they want it.
Tank took deadly stun. Lumiere has light stun I believe. That may be it. You guys really showed those goons and trolls what was what.
On magical healing. This is straight out of the book. page 193-194
Both Heal and Treat repair physical injuries. Each success
from the Sorcery Test can heal one box of physical damage (up to
a maximum equal to the spell’s Force), or be used to reduce the
base time for the spell to become permanent. Divide the base
time by the successes. The total successes can be split between
the two uses (healing and time reduction) as the caster desires.
Treat must be applied within one hour of injury, but it takes
only half the normal time (round down) to become permanent.
Heal may be applied anytime. A character can only be magically
healed once for any single set of injuries. The Drain Level
of the spell is equal to the subject’s Wound Level when the
spell is cast.
So I take this to mean that magical healing works only on physical damage and can not heal stun at all. This makes a certain amount of sense mechanically but it seems a touch unfair to not even be able to heal non-drain stun damage. Doing so would of course mean that our casters would need to keep an eye on how much stun they take vs drain stun. I'll think about this.
Healing stun pg 126 Technically, overcoming Stun damage is more a process of
recovery than healing. The time it takes to recover from Stun
damage is based on the amount of damage taken and the results
of a Body or Willpower Test. To recover from Stun damage, the
affected character rolls dice equal to either his Body or his
Willpower (whichever is higher) against a base Target Number 2.
This target number is modified by any appropriate Stun or
Physical injury modifiers.
Recovering from a box of Stun damage takes a base time
of 60 minutes. The actual time it takes to recover 1 box of Stun
damage is equal to the base time, divided by the number of
successes rolled. After this period has elapsed, the recovered
damage is erased from the Condition Monitor. A character who
has been knocked unconscious from Deadly Stun damage will
not wake up until his or her Stun damage is reduced to Serious.
To recover from Stun damage, the character must be resting
completely. If this resting time is interrupted, the recovery
process aborts and the character must make the Body or
Willpower Test again, using his current condition. The result can
never be better than the result of the first roll, however.
No medical treatment really helps to recover Stun damage,
nor does any magical spell currently known to man. Stim patches
provide a temporary solution, but with definite long-term drawbacks.
See Stimulant Patches, p. 305 of the Street Gear chapter.
The only RAW solutions to stun are rest and stim patches. It really doesn't take too long. A good night's sleep and Tank will be fine.
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it's important to note the stun track is just a precursor to the physical track - weapons with an S code take a few extra hits to start to really hurt you - for example, if you have 9 boxes of stun, and I do another Medium stun too you, you would take your last box of stun and 2 p. You stun track is a buffer certain forms of damage ignore, if it helps conceptually. The stun track literally takes only minutes to heal for most PCs
it's important to note the stun track is just a precursor to the physical track - weapons with an S code take a few extra hits to start to really hurt you - for example, if you have 9 boxes of stun, and I do another Medium stun too you, you would take your last box of stun and 2 p. You stun track is a buffer certain forms of damage ignore, if it helps conceptually. The stun track literally takes only minutes to heal for most PCs
I get that concept and agree with it, yet an inability to really do much about an unconscious status is a lazy oversight by the writers in my opinion. There's no reason they couldn't address that it's magic and it should be able to at least help that person to operate, with difficulty, if nothing else. Oh well, this is a dead issue. Moving on to bumpkin land...
"Mon frere, if ya want ta part wit' dat deck, we be happy ta take it off ya hands. Jus' name de price."
Gabriel winks and smiles at the group, humoring the man and letting him be compensated for his troubles while maintaining face by not having to directly ask for such compensation.
"Oh I don't know. How about 200¥? I'm not sure if it even works anymore, it's been a while since I hooked it up."
This cyber deck is actually in working order. But it's ancient by today's standards. Perhaps if Morgan manages to fry his deck he could use some parts to fix it from this old scrap heap.
Alistair is a model guest - thanking them for the hospitality and food, complimenting them, making conversation, and all that.
He inquires a bit about the surrounding area (any nearby towns or villages, the quickest way back to Dublin), about the fomorian attacks (how often they occurred, when they started, and if they think there are any more out there), and if there is anything else out in the woods to be concerned about.
it's important to note the stun track is just a precursor to the physical track - weapons with an S code take a few extra hits to start to really hurt you - for example, if you have 9 boxes of stun, and I do another Medium stun too you, you would take your last box of stun and 2 p. You stun track is a buffer certain forms of damage ignore, if it helps conceptually. The stun track literally takes only minutes to heal for most PCs
I get that concept and agree with it, yet an inability to really do much about an unconscious status is a lazy oversight by the writers in my opinion. There's no reason they couldn't address that it's magic and it should be able to at least help that person to operate, with difficulty, if nothing else. Oh well, this is a dead issue. Moving on to bumpkin land...
The rules exist, they're in the companion.
if there's anything obvious I can do for them medically or veterinarian-wise I offer
Blindside is extremely polite to his rescuers and does his best to be as charming as possible without seeming like he's trying to talk anyone into bed. It's a fine line.
Blackstone finds a perch with his back to a wall, close to window. Occasionally he peers outside into the forest, and up into the clouds, keeping eye out for any follow up assaults, or vampire raids.
"So, what now chummers? We need to get back to Dublin and find out what the frag went wrong and why we were set up to die. We all saw it coming, but now that its here what do we do about it? I'm all for taking my pound of flesh from that drekhead Rosenguild-francis-stern-whatever for leaving our hoops behind out there."
"200 sounds fair. I'm sure we can find good use for dat deck. Do you have a credstick I can transfer funds to?"
After completing the transaction with our new friend, Gabriel quietly thanks Timothy and moves to chat with the group.
"'Dey didn' jus' leave us, Dey set us up. We gonna find out why, an' you right, de only place to start is Dublin. We let Tank sleep dat nasty shot off, den we head for Dublin real quiet like."
Finding a secluded corner, Cross settles down onto the floor and opens the briefcase he's been lugging around all day. Even with metahuman fortitude, his shoulders feel stiff as he stretches them. "Let's see what we got here." The papers had been stuffed inside in a haphazard manner with speed of insertion as their sorting method. With time to spare, he begins the arduous task of organizing them into some sort of understandable structure while glancing over their contents.
One ear is kept open to the conversation of his fellows. "It's possible the boss wasn't in on it. We shouldn't jump to conclusions. Besides which, we're alive and got quite a windfall for it. Revenge won't make us any richer."
Ohhhkay. Incase you didn't know one should never, under no circumstances, take to drinking irish whiskey from the bottle.
In other news...
The Mcdonnells do not have credsticks at all. They do everything in cash. Luckily I believe it was cross who came across a wallet full of 100's. 6,000 worth of them.
He (alistair) inquires a bit about the surrounding area (any nearby towns or villages, the quickest way back to Dublin), about the fomorian attacks (how often they occurred, when they started, and if they think there are any more out there), and if there is anything else out in the woods to be concerned about.
The old man tells Alistair that the nearest town would be Enniskillen. That's about 45 minutes to the south by car. The quickest way back to Dublin would be to take the bus from Enniskillen. He offers to drive you there in the morning for 300¥ or if you like, he's even willing to sell it for 10,000¥. And, nice guy that he is, he'll even sell ya petrol or foodstuffs at reasonable rates.
The fomorian attacks have been going on for the last few months. Usually they don't pose much of a threat to humanity but this group has been particularly predatory. To celebrate your victory over them the guy gets out a big bottle of whiskey and starts pouring some drinks for you all. He says he's been tracking them for a while, trying to figure out where their lair is so that he can call the authorities. He's not sure how many of them were out there but it's probably safe to bet there are more than just 4.
Old Tim asks sort of offhandedly what a group of 9 foreigners are doing wandering the woods late at night. The boys are much more interested in hearing whether everyone packs heat in America, if the streets of NYC are really paved with gold and of course how the rich and famous trideo stars live.
Cross begins picking through the papers in the briefcase. A few things are immediately clear. There is a logo for O'Toole Transcom clearly marked on the documents. These appear to all be maps of ferry and internal communication networks at Rosslare, the southern port of Tir na Nog which handles most of the ferry traffic from europe.
After studying them for a moment it becomes clear that these maps contain sketchy details, but clearly mark the security and customs sites as well as hidden surveillance positions.
Alistair accepts the drink rather readily. It was welcome after everything that went down today. "Your offer is a fair one, Timothy," he says, coughing a bit from the whisky. "We will accept the ride in the morning."
He responds to the question of what they're doing here as vaguely as possible. "Just a business trip. We got a little lost."
He tries to dismiss the subject as quickly as possible, and jumps immediately into regaling the boys with tales from America, obviously embellished for their sake.
"We should discuss our plans further tomorrow. I think it would be best if we got all got some sleep, no?"
I'll need a charisma TN 6 check from alistair. Or Ettiquette [irish bumpkin] at TN 4.
Wiley O'l Tim seems a bit suspicious. He might be a farmer but he's got enough sense in him to be a little concerned about just what you were up to out there.
"No need to be alarmed, I assure you. We were simply doing business, surverying the land. We were separated from our partners and lost communication. Thankfully you were around to escort us, or we may have been wandering for days."
Somewhere north of Enniskillen, Tir na Nog. 7:03AM, 04.19.58
The farmer and his family have been up for an hour. Tim and the boys are just starting to work. The misses is tidying up the kitchen when there is a knock at the door. You wake with a start. The adrenaline already flowing. You know you didn't dream it up and you know that you know that knock. That's a cop banging on the door.
Tank shakes off the final remnants of his brush with the fomorians, then rises from the floor on which he was deposited. Hearing the familiar knock of authority at the door, he looks to the faces of the group. "Uh, I think we have a visitor."
Drain check. I don't have my book, but I think TN is 2. I don't know the drain level, but if it's over M I probably want to utilize a karma pool reroll for that attrocious roll.
"You know," Blackstone says softly, "We didn't really do anything wrong. We accompanied a legit foreign dignitary to a meeting, and got ambushed by terrorrists. If they were dealing dirty, it shouldn't be our fault. Don't we have immunity or something? Hell we should ask them about collecting a bounty on Formorians too!"
Blackstone sighs, remembering the kind of world they live in, "Yeah, maybe we should stay outta sight."
"I tink you righ', we ain' done nuthin' wrong. We didn' kill nobody who didn' try ta kill us first. May be dat dey jus' wanna pin medals on our chests for takin' down some terrorists and Fomorians. But I sure ain' couyon enough ta try ta find out, non non."
"We did still kill those men, and it is our word against theirs presently - if they had any to say, of course. Perhaps they picked up that one we left out there. Terrorists or not, this is trouble we do not need."
He began to look around for a possible back exit, should the need arise.
Miss McConnell looks somewhat shocked as the one with the even funnier accent suggests that she lie to the police. She obviously isn't sure that's a good idea. And she's starting to think maybe she is harboring some criminals here. The right amount of money might silence her.
Blackstone notes the backdoor leading out toward the farm area.
I should point out that what blackstone mentioned above about being innocent of any crimes is true. For now at least.
Blackstone quietly motions to the others to get the frag outta sight and stay chill. Preferably in some backroom where they can make a quick getaway if possible. Having the Guarda see a half dozen stone cold runners in the house at the front door probably will raise questions.
Due to a terminal illness in my family, I'm going to have to officially drop out as motivation is in the toilet. Just assume Lumiere got shot in the head, and make it bloody. Thanks for the fun, and keep rocking and beating up elves.
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You drag Tank's limp body up onto the waiting truck bed and pile into Tim's old beat up truck. He whips it around and about 3 minutes later you arrive at a little farmhouse tucked away from road. It isn't much but they are connected to the LTG (Local telecomunications grid or matrix). Tim's wife has prepared some sandwiches for the group. She brings out as many blankets and pillows as she can find for you all but there isn't enough furniture to go around.
The older boy proudly brings out his ancient cyberdeck. He got it at a garage sale a couple years ago. Never really figured it out. He says he'll sell it to the group if they want it.
RE stun damage: Mages can't heal stun from drain. They can heal other stun.
I start patchin' folks up. Who needs patchin? I'll start with myself.
I host a podcast about movies.
On magical healing. This is straight out of the book. page 193-194
Both Heal and Treat repair physical injuries. Each success
from the Sorcery Test can heal one box of physical damage (up to
a maximum equal to the spell’s Force), or be used to reduce the
base time for the spell to become permanent. Divide the base
time by the successes. The total successes can be split between
the two uses (healing and time reduction) as the caster desires.
Treat must be applied within one hour of injury, but it takes
only half the normal time (round down) to become permanent.
Heal may be applied anytime. A character can only be magically
healed once for any single set of injuries. The Drain Level
of the spell is equal to the subject’s Wound Level when the
spell is cast.
So I take this to mean that magical healing works only on physical damage and can not heal stun at all. This makes a certain amount of sense mechanically but it seems a touch unfair to not even be able to heal non-drain stun damage. Doing so would of course mean that our casters would need to keep an eye on how much stun they take vs drain stun. I'll think about this.
Healing stun pg 126
Technically, overcoming Stun damage is more a process of
recovery than healing. The time it takes to recover from Stun
damage is based on the amount of damage taken and the results
of a Body or Willpower Test. To recover from Stun damage, the
affected character rolls dice equal to either his Body or his
Willpower (whichever is higher) against a base Target Number 2.
This target number is modified by any appropriate Stun or
Physical injury modifiers.
Recovering from a box of Stun damage takes a base time
of 60 minutes. The actual time it takes to recover 1 box of Stun
damage is equal to the base time, divided by the number of
successes rolled. After this period has elapsed, the recovered
damage is erased from the Condition Monitor. A character who
has been knocked unconscious from Deadly Stun damage will
not wake up until his or her Stun damage is reduced to Serious.
To recover from Stun damage, the character must be resting
completely. If this resting time is interrupted, the recovery
process aborts and the character must make the Body or
Willpower Test again, using his current condition. The result can
never be better than the result of the first roll, however.
No medical treatment really helps to recover Stun damage,
nor does any magical spell currently known to man. Stim patches
provide a temporary solution, but with definite long-term drawbacks.
See Stimulant Patches, p. 305 of the Street Gear chapter.
The only RAW solutions to stun are rest and stim patches. It really doesn't take too long. A good night's sleep and Tank will be fine.
I host a podcast about movies.
Gabriel winks and smiles at the group, humoring the man and letting him be compensated for his troubles while maintaining face by not having to directly ask for such compensation.
This cyber deck is actually in working order. But it's ancient by today's standards. Perhaps if Morgan manages to fry his deck he could use some parts to fix it from this old scrap heap.
He inquires a bit about the surrounding area (any nearby towns or villages, the quickest way back to Dublin), about the fomorian attacks (how often they occurred, when they started, and if they think there are any more out there), and if there is anything else out in the woods to be concerned about.
I host a podcast about movies.
"So, what now chummers? We need to get back to Dublin and find out what the frag went wrong and why we were set up to die. We all saw it coming, but now that its here what do we do about it? I'm all for taking my pound of flesh from that drekhead Rosenguild-francis-stern-whatever for leaving our hoops behind out there."
After completing the transaction with our new friend, Gabriel quietly thanks Timothy and moves to chat with the group.
"'Dey didn' jus' leave us, Dey set us up. We gonna find out why, an' you right, de only place to start is Dublin. We let Tank sleep dat nasty shot off, den we head for Dublin real quiet like."
One ear is kept open to the conversation of his fellows. "It's possible the boss wasn't in on it. We shouldn't jump to conclusions. Besides which, we're alive and got quite a windfall for it. Revenge won't make us any richer."
In other news...
The Mcdonnells do not have credsticks at all. They do everything in cash. Luckily I believe it was cross who came across a wallet full of 100's. 6,000 worth of them.
He (alistair) inquires a bit about the surrounding area (any nearby towns or villages, the quickest way back to Dublin), about the fomorian attacks (how often they occurred, when they started, and if they think there are any more out there), and if there is anything else out in the woods to be concerned about.
The old man tells Alistair that the nearest town would be Enniskillen. That's about 45 minutes to the south by car. The quickest way back to Dublin would be to take the bus from Enniskillen. He offers to drive you there in the morning for 300¥ or if you like, he's even willing to sell it for 10,000¥. And, nice guy that he is, he'll even sell ya petrol or foodstuffs at reasonable rates.
The fomorian attacks have been going on for the last few months. Usually they don't pose much of a threat to humanity but this group has been particularly predatory. To celebrate your victory over them the guy gets out a big bottle of whiskey and starts pouring some drinks for you all. He says he's been tracking them for a while, trying to figure out where their lair is so that he can call the authorities. He's not sure how many of them were out there but it's probably safe to bet there are more than just 4.
Old Tim asks sort of offhandedly what a group of 9 foreigners are doing wandering the woods late at night. The boys are much more interested in hearing whether everyone packs heat in America, if the streets of NYC are really paved with gold and of course how the rich and famous trideo stars live.
Cross begins picking through the papers in the briefcase. A few things are immediately clear. There is a logo for O'Toole Transcom clearly marked on the documents. These appear to all be maps of ferry and internal communication networks at Rosslare, the southern port of Tir na Nog which handles most of the ferry traffic from europe.
After studying them for a moment it becomes clear that these maps contain sketchy details, but clearly mark the security and customs sites as well as hidden surveillance positions.
"Your offer is a fair one, Timothy," he says, coughing a bit from the whisky. "We will accept the ride in the morning."
He responds to the question of what they're doing here as vaguely as possible. "Just a business trip. We got a little lost."
He tries to dismiss the subject as quickly as possible, and jumps immediately into regaling the boys with tales from America, obviously embellished for their sake.
"We should discuss our plans further tomorrow. I think it would be best if we got all got some sleep, no?"
Wiley O'l Tim seems a bit suspicious. He might be a farmer but he's got enough sense in him to be a little concerned about just what you were up to out there.
"No need to be alarmed, I assure you. We were simply doing business, surverying the land. We were separated from our partners and lost communication. Thankfully you were around to escort us, or we may have been wandering for days."
I'm cool to move on when we're ready.
The farmer and his family have been up for an hour. Tim and the boys are just starting to work. The misses is tidying up the kitchen when there is a knock at the door. You wake with a start. The adrenaline already flowing. You know you didn't dream it up and you know that you know that knock. That's a cop banging on the door.
Since Gabriel can't see the area, I believe the TN is 6, but if I'm wrong please adjust
2 successes
Drain check. I don't have my book, but I think TN is 2. I don't know the drain level, but if it's over M I probably want to utilize a karma pool reroll for that attrocious roll.
"It be de guarda, four of dem. Be quiet, an' maybe dey just checkin' tings out."
If the lady of the house hasn't responded to the knocking yet, Gabriel will quietly let her know that it will be worth her while to forget we exist.
Blackstone sighs, remembering the kind of world they live in, "Yeah, maybe we should stay outta sight."
He began to look around for a possible back exit, should the need arise.
Blackstone notes the backdoor leading out toward the farm area.
Due to a terminal illness in my family, I'm going to have to officially drop out as motivation is in the toilet. Just assume Lumiere got shot in the head, and make it bloody. Thanks for the fun, and keep rocking and beating up elves.
Blindside creeps toward the back door and peeks out, trying to formulate an escape plan in case things go south, since things always seem to go south.