Hobson & Quazarn: I Shot the Sheriff

There's a time for talk, and a time for assaulting a former police officer...

Dr Rotwang!
Quazarn, The Warlock Who Sucked At being A Warlock, grits his teeth and kicks Tallbard in the groin.

Age of Fable
"Oh no! He has magically escaped his bonds, which I definitely had him in!"

Max
Chief Tallbard is surprised by the conehead's sudden attack, but evades the kick with a the hip swivel of a champion hula-hooper. He raises his hands, palms out.

"Easy tiger. No need to make things any harder for yourself, son. Just take a deep breath and relax. We just need to ask you a few questions."

Age of Fable

"Oh no! He's taken control of my arms!" I say, and shoot the Chief in the leg.

To Hit: 11!

Max

[That's probably going to hurt. Roll your damage.]

Age of Fable

7

"Damn you, Bazorm the Enchanter!" I cry.

"I shall remember your name! Which is Bazorm the Enchanter!"

Max

"Get a hold of yourself, officer. Fight it!" cries out the Chief as Hobson raises his weapon. His golden voice would rally a company of fleeing soldiers. Unfortunately for the Chief, Hobson's fighting for the other side, and his aim is good. The crossbow bolt thunks into the meat of Tallbard's thigh.

"Sluts of the Netherworld!" gasps the Chief, backing toward the door. "Radio for help, Chester! Chester?" But the orcish orderly is splitsville. Tallbard begins fumbling with his own radio, still backing away.

[Reloading a crossbow takes a round.]

Dr Rotwang!

[Is Quazarn jacked up for reals? And is it mere coincidence that you noticed my Psi Resist wasn't correctly totalled up?]

Max

[Quazarn is free to act; Hobson's attack interrupted the Chief. One man's coincidence is another man's foreshadowing. 'Stance Happens, dude.]

Dr Rotwang!

Max
Tallbard begins fumbling with his own radio, still backing away.

Women want him! Men want to be him! Wookies shave and wear hats to honor him! He is QUAZARN!

He nails his penetrating gaze to Tallbard's and builds around him a scaffolding of fear! "Oh, cool," he says icily, "a radio." The Remulaki snatches the device away from Tallbard, and puts it to his ear. He pretends to listen, and then throws it over his shoulder. "I hate that station.

"Let's talk a little about your future, Chief..."

Max

[Ahem.]

Building his confidence with an incredibly convincing visualization exercise Quazarn prepares to grab the radio.

[Hey, I'm a rootin'-for-the-PCs kinda JM, but c'mon man. Give me an initiative roll on d10-1 (missile damage determines bonus/penalty to initiative), and a Lesser Feat]

Dr Rotwang!

[Heh! I was just bein' pro-active. My rolls: INIT = 4, LESSER FEAT = 43]

Max

[Hey, Fable, we're into a new round. What's up with Hobson? Reloading his crossbow? Can I get an initiative roll, and other attack or ability based roll you want to take?]

[I'll need an extra percentile roll for Hobson and Quaz both. Just tell me the number.]

Age of Fable

Initiative 7

Percentage 12 here.

Hobson will replace his crossbow, draw his cutlass and, if he has time this round, try and shoulder-barge his way out of the door, shouting "damn you, sorcerer!"

Max

Brandishing his cutlass Hobson boldly charges from the locker room! Hurling his small body into the door with a yell, he nearly falls prone when he meets no resistance whatsoever. The freshly oiled and completely unblocked swinging door bangs against the tunnel wall and flaps noisily shut behind him.

The Chief is distracted by the fleeing hobling, and Quazarn seizes the the day, the moment, the hour and the radio. "Oh, cool," he says icily as he puts it to his ear. He pretends to listen, and then throws it over his shoulder. "I hate that station."

"Let's talk a little about your future, Chief..."

Tallbard's face is pale, but his voice is firm and steady, the rough edge of command polished smooth like a rock in a stream. "Talk? That'd be great, son. Why don't we have a seat and talk things out, chew the fat, settle the hash. Man to man."

His words are forceful, yet calm, and once again Quazarn can't help but to relax. The Chief ain't such a bad guy, is he?

[Need a percentile roll from you, Doc...]

Age of Fable

Hobson notices that Quazarn isn't running behind him.

"Damn you sorcerer!"

Dr Rotwang!

Quazarn isn't interested in having a beer with him. Quazarn wants to be left the hell alone by him.

Max
[Need a percentile roll from you, Doc...]

[51. Bad?]

Max

Quazarn feels all his anger toward the Chief ebb away. He's just a guy just trying to do his job after all. A beer might be a little too friendly, but maybe it would be good to talk things out.

[You are Stunned -- you are still in control of your own actions, but can't act to harm the Chief.

[We're moving into a new round, keeping the same initiative sequence. Hobson & Quazarn have a chance to act before the Chief.]

Age of Fable

I try and sneak back so that I can see what's happening, without myself being seen.

If I need a roll for that: 30

Dr Rotwang!

"Your future, Chief," Quazarn declares, "involves you leaving me the hell alone. If that bulldozer's such a big deal, wait another hour, you'll have it back. I'm stepping away now; I suggest you do same." Quazarn backs away from the chief, at a comfortable clip.

Time to get the hell outta here.

Max

Just as Hobson approaches the door to peer through it bangs open, once again crashing into the tunnel wall. Hobson jumps back out of the way, and Quazarn backs through the door into the hall.

Before the door swings shut Hobson sees the Chief limping toward the door. "C'mon now buddy, don't go off in a rush, it's better for everyone if we just talk this out..."

[You two stooges want a ladder for a prop :D ? I was pretty tempted to make Hobson save vs getting smacked by the door.

[Which way now? To your right are the turnstiles and the tunnel leading to the front, to your left is the gate and ramp to the arena, with lounges branching off to either side before the ramp.]