The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen(And others)

Cyra: "Little practical use to me but... oh well, vanity is better than nothing."

OOC probably add in the saint of grace to one of her titles

Lir: Right. Do you want temples to the saint of grace too and all that? *she says, opening a portal*

"so you had to repel the denizens from this reality?"

Amo: So I did

Cyra: "If you insist, why yes yes i would."

*portal time*

"no comment on having to repel them?"
OOC also it seems everyone here seems to to vaguely work the d20 in the same way. if it's around 5 the action failed while 1 & 2 means it failed spectacularly (maybe 3). if it's at 10 or above it worked more or less. and around 15 it definately worked while 19 & 20 is it succeeded spectacularly

Amo: Well, it is tough...ish... At least the environment here isnt fighting against us all that much... Just pound them with enough and they die... or at least stop fighting...

*Adriel walks through, cyra waves them off*

OOC. well, for the most part, yes. with modifiers

Amo: it's a simple thing with little tricks. for denizens piloting converted machines it's basically about damaging the machine until it detonates, and while it's falling apart you back off because it's all going into localized black hole that only exists for a second or more. for void denizens, it's basically about blowing them into as pieces as small as possible. and one massive explosions can't always solve it, of course make it massive enough and it could work. it's basically that the center mass of the denizen is what keeps them together, and as long as it keeps being intact it'll constantly reform the outer shell in a second. just reduce them below a certain mass and they'll dissipate... and by dissipate, it means a really small black hole, it's mostly negligible in pull but it'll still tear something off if you get close..... Th that good enough?

"that's an apt amount of detail, will remember this when fighting them"

Amo: yay. So yeah.... back in the day, that prick Tzeentch found out about my research, contacted me via her usual sneaky methods, and offered an.... alliance of sorts.... she doesnt want this reality undone either, obviously... Things proceeded, other things happened, and eventually I managed to compile quite a bit of knowledge... and then she proceeded to stab me in the back on lock me out of her library... typical Tzeentch, in hindsight...

*Cyra wanders through after them*

*is she dressed ow? O.o*
Lir: *standing inside their cathedral... i guess they have one of those by now?* Not deigning to travel with us?

*She's put on her armour. and has her spear and swords.*

*They most certainly do*

Cyra: "I had to acquire my spear."

Lir: ....well... this is it. *gestrues around* ....So.... how does one find an inquisitor?

Cyra: "You must simply look interesting, and one will come."

the combat form says nothing. one has to ask though, the combat form has a hand to hold the sword, and only that really. she doesn't appear to be able to sheath the sword

Lir: .......Any more interesting than this?
*gestures at the mass of people praising them in front of their giant statues... *

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Amo: .......*facepalms* ........are you telling me that you took the sword without the sheath, and didnt even bother to make one for it?

Cyra: "There will be one here, if not now, then soon."

Lir: ........can't I just task you with dealing with this? I hate this whole secretive deal...

the combat form just flatly says "yes"

Amo: *rests his forehead on his lower arm, which is rested on a nearby wall* ....sometimes I think i am the only one in this world with a moderate degree of common sense....

"in retrospective having the combat form just pulls the sword out of it's sheath that the infiltrator was holding might've been better thought out"

Amo: .......that, or you could just use it as intended? Fix the sheath somewhere on you, keep the sword in it, and pull it out when needed..... that is literally why sheaths were invented...

Cyra: "Can you do nothing but fight? *Sigh* Fine..."

Lir: I prefer to fight. much better than these cloak and dagger games...

Cyra: "Fighting can only get you so far."

Lir: Obviously... That is why you are here... Now can you do something other than turn people into perfect 11/10s, and bowing to you?

"yes, anything else you wish to share that isn't about my choices in a pinch when discerning where you end up after a portal malfunctions?"

Amo: That was not a malfunction. It worked as intended... someone redirected it... still, thanks for the rescue...

Cyra: "Raphael was that handsome when he arrived... I wonder what yours will be like when they arrive?" *Walks off into the crowd, people shuffling aside for her to walk, they all seem to just, want to be somewhere else.*

*She does spot someone in the back of the crowd, wearing a low hood, and emanating a higher-than-average psykic presence... the quickly and subtly make their way out of the cathedral*

Cyra: *She follows, and calls after them* "Would you please come here..." *The words are full of whispers, and they feel compelled to obey...*

*resist roll because psyker!*

The member 'Nazamroth' has done the following action : Challange Fate

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'd20' : 15

*They resist and quickly merge into the crowd outside, intending to lose her*

Cyra: *Begins speaking in her mind* ~You're making quite the mistake... That tome... in your breast pocket. It would be rather... unfortunate should its content come to light to your superiors.~

*they seem to halt in their step*

Cyra: ~Now...shall we come to some sort of arrangement?~

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