JIC (20): d20:  = 6
JIC (100): d%:  = 99
Conditions of Note:
Shen laughs at Dexter's suggestion - a light-hearted laugh of one at ease. "I'm afraid that would be detrimental to me, my friend. You see, while I am physically blind, I see in other ways - with my mind and spirit - and those would be taken from me were my physical sight restored. No, I believe I will remain blind for the remainder of my days... at least, if I have any say in the matter," he replies with a cryptic smile.Dexter Portlywright wrote: ↑Sun Sep 19, 2021 5:19 am (Rolls Carried Over)
Dexter gives the old man a hard stare when he pauses about being excited about techo-wizardy but gets embarrassed after realizing the man is blind. Dexter grins from ear to ear before answering. "Me personally, nay. Not no vehicles, do me have made a few odder trrinkets, herre and darre. Me do got plans to do sum Modi'facati'ons to me ATV. Do me do wan'na get me a trrain sum day and deck da baby out. Dat would be da day but alas me need a lot more money and precious gems. Even to da simple stuff, sum'time rrequires sum big ones. Hey!" Dexter's voice booms with even more excitement. "Maybe me can make ya sum'ding to help you see better, like a pair o' spectacles or goggles."
"I do thank you for the kind offer, though," he adds with a nod.
"Impressive to have curried the favor of the gods," says the Mang Wu after listening to Mink's amazing story. "This weapon you have, it radiates holy power. I believe we are united in our fight against the forces of evil and darkness," he says with a smile. "While I do not glow blue, I can sense supernatural evil in a way similar to what some mutant animals seem to be sensitive to. I have the same sensitivity to magic energy, though it is less pronounced... but with my spiritual eye, I can see many things that the physical eye cannot," he says, gesturing to his "third eye" spot.Mink wrote: ↑Sun Sep 19, 2021 8:53 am Rolls held
"Ah, my gift from a goddess. I mean that literally. One of our previous missions, taken to save Briana, ended up with us in another dimension fighting the avatar of a being so powerful as to be unironically called a god, even as he tried to steal the power and life force of another being as powerful. Briana is linked in some way to the victim in the scenario, a being called Isis. She was worshipped as a goddess in ages past on earth, and is still revered even today among the Knights of the Rose in their Garden. We fought as hard as we could in the face of overwhelming odds. Along the way, I stole the enemy's scythe and began using it against him. It was burning my hands through the gloves of my power armor. You must understand, my hands, when in power armor, are physically located about four inches back in the wrist of my power armor's arm, so it should not have been possible, yet my suit was undamaged and my hands were burned. Some magical effect, obviously, as I was incompatible with the weapon's murderous intent. You can probably feel the scars if I were to unsuit and show you my hands. But the situation was so dire we couldn't let something as trivial as excruciating pain stop us." She chuckles a bit at this joke. In that moment she'd simply been mentally yelling at the sentience inside the scythe and gripping her hands, unwilling to let go - more a matter of stubbornness than any sort of ability to withstand the pain. "We prevailed, eventually. I admitted to being impressed by power of the scythe and wondered if it could be purified. It could not. So in exchange for a vow to fight the forces of darkness and serve her goals in that fight, I was granted that scythe instead of the evil one." She had been very specific in the wording of her vow of fealty and the goddess had not been oblivious to that. The fact that Isis had still granted Ilsa the boon had been telling of her need for champions. It had also been heartening to realize that she could do that and serve her country. It never occurred to her that those two goals might be compatible. Still, while she served the powerful being, she did not worship her. Ilsa's agnostic upbringing was too fiercely held to believe that any being would directly answer prayers, or if they did, it was by using magic or psionics. Things that even mortals could wield.Shen wrote:"Mink... I would like to hear about his weapon of yours," he says, pointing at the scythe. "I can tell it is magic, and I can even 'see' it with my psychic eye. How did you acquire it, and what are its functions?" he asks curiously.
Realizing she'd been quiet a few moments, she continued. "It is known Ferrum Sincerus, or Pure Iron. It is a holy weapon, designed to fight demons, deevils, and other creatures of darkness and magic. It glows blue in the presence of supernatural evil and I'm told it can expel such creatures, though I've never tried it. My Night Reaper power armor originally came with a scythe, so it doesn't even look that off to be carrying one to those who know the model."
"Bù zhīdào zhèxiē Xitiix huì zhùcè ma" he thinks to himself.
Shen remains quiet and listens to the prayer - he considers it rather odd for a mutant cat pilot to be praying as he does, but says nothing, assuming it to be perhaps a quirky custom of the area. At any rate, he is grateful for the opportunity to come along.Maximillian O'Malley wrote: ↑Sun Sep 19, 2021 9:59 am perception: 1d100:  = 31
JIC: 1d20:  = 14
JIC: 1d100:  = 13
Max has been quiet today. His head still hurts. The hangover has passed but the lump on his head still lingers. It is his reminder to mind his manners around women in Merctown. The swelling has subsided enough to get his helmet on but he is wearing his bowler hat until he needs to change. He is working as diligently as he can stand while quietly playing Muddy Waters through the PA on the skywolf as he packs and does preflight.
"Thank you for the help Mink, bear with me I will have us in the air in a moment." he says to his team mate as she is assisting him. "Dont worry, Jesus is my Co-pilot, but you can still sit up here. He wont mind." He smiles wryly.
After about twenty minutes of flight check and radio pre-check Max is ready to go. He switches his hat for his helmet and stores his bowler hat where it will be safe. "Good morning and welcome to Black cat air. I am Maximilian O'Malley and I am your pilot for this flight non-stop from Merctown to the Mysterious west. If the weather holds up we should have a smooth flight. It will however be a bit chilly at altitude so keep warm. This flight will last until we get there and there will not be an in-flight movie or meal. Stewardesses will not be serving drinks and there is not an in-flight meal. We will be taking off as soon as we get clearance. Please observe the fasten your seat belts sign. I thank you again for flying black cat airlines and flying the unfriendly skys." Max has been mumbling while checking his last checklist of gauges and latest weather reports.
He grew up in Ishpeming, he should be used to the cold. He is still cold and dealing with it. He closes the doors and manipulates the controls to warm up the cabin. One last step before take off. He grabs his rosary from where it hangs on the control panel. "O God, our heavenly Father, whose glory fills the whole creation, and whose presence we find wherever we go: preserve those who travel; surround them with your loving care; protect them from every danger; and bring them in safety to their journey’s end; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.” He turns to Mink and gives her a thumbs up.
Ecks wrote: ↑Mon Sep 20, 2021 9:27 am Perception:1d100
Pilot Robots and Power Armor-- 1d100:  = 66 /109% (+3%)
Sensory Equipment-- 1d100:  = 61 /108%
Ecks replies to Dexter, "Out west. Far west. As far as dangers? All of them more than likely."
He also acknowledges Minkowski's point on the radio. "Yeah, I'm sure we can get it hammered out in the evenings. But good call on the radio."
Ecks sets out a marching order with Morning Glory in front, follow by the mountaineer with Max following above. Ecks sets a brisk pace considering for the first leg of the journey. turning to Brianna he says "Well back into the great unknown. Thankfully without the mindbombs."
Shen is indeed surprised at the noise level inside the 'copter, thinking it might have been more insulated, but quickly adjusts. The noise eventually seems to fade into background noise, and the Mang Wu alternates between silently meditating and conversing, and listening to the occasional radio chatter.Underguard wrote: ↑Mon Sep 20, 2021 8:40 pmBefore departure, Mink successfully installs a temporary radio in Dex's Mountaineer and ensures all radios are patched into the AAPS secured frequencies. (You may elect to have a headset or just the radio; everyone has at least one now.) Then, with the help of the others, extra supplies are loaded into Dex's Mountaineer and with everything fully staged, everyone takes one last chance to do anything they need to in Merctown before takeoff.Conditions wrote:Location: MercTown
Time/Date: Monday, March 26th, 112 PA || 9pm
Conditions: 31*F (4*C), slight overcast, cold wind cuts through cloths.
Bri Psionic Modifiers: Normal.
At around noon is when the team finally leaves after everything, nearly six hours later than they had planned but the job wasn't on a time crunch so to speak. Mink, Max and Shen all load up in the Skywolf. Mink handles most of the preflight checks while Max resituates himself and after the duo finish their check, Max concludes it with a prayer. When Max takes off following his prayer, he has a bit of a bumpy takeoff that smooths out as he ascends (no pilot check but JiC passed. I need a pilot check next time.). Shen finding himself somewhat surprised by how load the vehicle is even inside the cabin and wearing an odd helmet that has a connection to internal comms; making conversation easy.
Ecks and Bri fire up the Hunter and follow suit with Dex falling in line behind them. With this convoy, the slowest sets the pace and the Hunter is the slowest. The Sky Wolf flies several miles ahead and up, barely in visible range of the other two vehicles but traveling at a matching speed so they don't outpace the ground vehicles. Dex shows that he was not a do-nothing, last minute hire as shown by the ability in which he handles not only his vehicle but the terrain it is forced to drive on. The dwarf also shows an excellent navigating skill, easily able to traverse the terrain and keep up with the Hunter which has to vary its speeds.
Unfortunately, the trek is not a paved path. The main roads surrounding Merctown dying out a few miles away from the city, with all other evidence of roads having been reclaimed by nature. Getting both vehicles across the river was the first major challenge the group had but luckily it was resolved by quick thinking navigators like Mink and Dex. The group is able to find a shallow and ruined part of the river, where scraps of metal and other debris litter it but make it drivable for the large wheels of the Mountaineer.
Ecks and Mink having both done some sensory homework know that they have roughly 2,000 miles, not including detours, to reach the target location. Given the terrain, it is unlikely they will be able to cover more than 3 to 5 hundred miles a day and that is assuming at least ten hours of non-stop moving. Given that, they can expect the trek to take a week, possibly more to dodge the CS and Hives they may encounter along the way.
For the start of their trek, the crew stays north of El Dorado, hanging closer to CS Missouri as having more farmland than anything else, following the path to Kingsdale and beyond. During the trek, Mink and Ecks watch their sensors like hawks, technically being with Coalition territory, even if on the outskirts. The group is pleasantly greeted with a Coalition-free sky for the moment. Mink caught wind of mercs operating somewhere in El Dorado, but their signal faded quickly as they flew out of range. Other than that, sensors have been quiet from threats.
Unfortunately on the first day, due in no small part to a late start and that river, the group is forced to stop somewhere between Kingsdale and Castle Refuge (Group Choice; or you can push through the night with penalties)
What are you doing?
When the time comes to settle in for the evening, Shen remains passive, opting for whatever the group decides to do, and assisting as best he can, doing whatever he can, for the night's camp, including volunteering to stand (sit?) watch by using his psychic powers to view the area.Dexter Portlywright wrote: ↑Fri Sep 24, 2021 10:15 am Perception: 1d100:  = 27 / 29% or 44% when involving magic, machines or their combination Success!
JIC: 1d20:  = 17 / 1d100:  = 47"Aye, dat sounds good da me? Me don't much care fer night driv'n. Don't wan to be wreck'n me beauty. Do me can see about nin'ty feet at night. So we might need to go slower den da usual."
Dexter follows the decision of the group, when it comes to making camp. If the group decides to break forge camp he helps out where he can. Afterwards he checks over his ATV to clean out any big debris and also to make sure nothing came loose. If needed Dexter shits the cargo around to better accommodate the rugged terrain. If the group decides to push through the night, Dexter will do his best no to run into anything.
The Mang Wu will then entertain all who are interested with traditional Chinese music, using both flute and Pi'pa.'
Play Musical Instrument: Chinese Flute (Professional) -- d%:  = 83 / 81%
Play Musical Instrument: Pi'pa/Lute (Professional) d%:  = 5 / 71%
He will also ask Briana, his first A.A.P.S. friend, if he can make a clay sketch of her after memorizing her features by touch.
Sculpture/Identify Features by Touch (special: can memorize a person's facial, hands, and body features by touch, and render a sculpture of it; takes 15 minutes to do a rough clay "sketch" of a person) -- d%:  = 11 /47%
FInally, he will offer to read one person's future if they are interested by using the ancient art of "Mo Ku", the Blind Mystic's art of divination that involves reading hand bones.