When anyone in the Freehold called for him, Rook would come. Immediately. In force. So when Smudge's text came in, the Metalflesh didn't question why anyone would be asking him to bring Alcohol, or why that was essential for a cry to help. All he saw was that he'd been called, and he came.
He hadn't been able to find any medical ethanol, since he didn't usually bother with medical supplies, but he knew Vodka worked well enough, and there was a heavy glass bottle pressing against his steel frame as he ran.
En route, he let the blazing wrath of Summer invigorate his steel muscles. He was the Red Victor, and the power of it came to him easily. It fit him like a glove. He would have let himself sink into the mind of the Board, but it was too risky here. Instead, he consoled himself with allowing his nature come to the front, his body coursing with its Wyrd-bound transformations.
He paused briefly outside, assessing the warehouse. Quiet, discreet. A good place for an ambush. Beneath his shirt, metal fortifications began to protrude from his body.
When he pushed the door open, the blaze of his mantle washed over the room like the corona of some great star washing into the room.
"I'm here. Where's the problem?"
His metal sunglasses flashed in the light. Whoever it was who was threatening his Freehold was going to have Hell to pay.
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Action |
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Roll |
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Result |
2013-04-18 15:14:56 |
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Rook rolls 16 to Stamina 4 + Brawl 5 + Pledge 2 + Mantle 5 (10 Again) |
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1, 9, 5, 7, 10, 10, 10, 4, 8, 7, 7, 8, 5, 3, 5, 10, 8, 3, 6, 4 |
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8 successes |
2013-04-18 15:13:21 |
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Rook rolls 8 to Dexterity 4 + Wyrd 4 (10 Again) |
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2, 8, 9, 9, 2, 8, 3, 5 |
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4 successes |
-4 Glamour for Noonday Grasp, Metalflesh Blessing, Elemental Blessing. Catch Met for Cloak of Elements (Metal & Fire) and Armour of Element's Fury