<span style="font-style: italic">Ah. I really love that character picture, Arcea! looks great as always. And in general, I don't want to seem like I'm forcing anyone's hand or taking control away from characters. It's only this one, very specific tactic (of freeing a vored ally with immediate, lethally targeted attacks) that I'm filibustering against. Normally it isn't a big deal if you want to attack enemies wit ranged attacks or blades or explosives or anything else your characters might happen to have on hand.<br/><br/>Also, because it is becoming quite a serious hassle for me to be posting screenshotted and copy-pasted maps (even if it's just 1 or 2, since I have to use 2 separate browsers to accomplish it), in future fights I think I'm going to ask all the players to just sign up to roll20 and keep track of the positions (and even move their own characters where they want to go) there. I'll go ahead and PM everyone a link. <br/><br/>Anyway - there's still one character whose action I haven't gotten around to resolving yet, which is the scythe wielding coon girl! With a sprint, she can probably close the 15-odd spaces she needs to be able to make a melee attack on Quill. In the spirit of trying out the vore rules, I'll have her attempt one on Quill if she rolls well enough on the sprint...<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361877">sprint</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">1</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361881">taunt on Quill</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8-2</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">3</span></span><br/><br/>She doesn't get close enough and tries a taunt on Quill instead. Quill needs to beat a 3 on her smarts roll, which she almost certainly will.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, in the vore department...<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361894">digestion attack on yasha (auto)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">1</span>That's not going to harm Yasha, but...<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361895">gurgle Yasha (fighting)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8</span><span style="font-weight: bold">2</span>...er, nevermind. Looks like Yasha is rather safe for now!<br/><br/>The chubby raccoon tamer, still enraged by the loss of her pets, calls upon her own psi abilities and attempts to cast a stun power targeting Celrie (When I rolled I originally figured the psion would target Sevana, but once I thought more about it, I realized that Celrie would be more of a target due to having blasted her pets)...<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361891">psionic roll (stun on sevana)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8</span><span style="font-weight: bold">7</span><br/>Ooh, that could be a doozy, potentially. Sevana's player has given me an inkling that her action may be edited to target the cannon crew, and will probably have taken one of them out, before the stun 'goes through'.[/i]<br/><br/>The nearly-bare chested raccoon femme who had been taking cover hops up and tries to take advantage of the chaos to charge in close enough to get her paws on the pika gumming up her allies with fruity goop. She shouts and whistles to get the mad scientist's attention and even hurls a hastily-rolled-up snowball at her! However, this is as much a move of desperation as a genuinely effective tactic. In fact, when her pitiful projectile falls short, she gets a downright embarrassed expression.<br/><br/>Fuming and balling her hands into fists, the raccoon beast-tamer pumps her arms furiously as she jogs forwards, eyes fixated on Celrie. "You... you damn pink-frosted, oversexed, flashy, critter-murdering SLUUUUT! I haven't decided who or what I'm gonna feed you to yet but you're definitely gonna get fed!" Suddenly, her chubby body seems suddenly lighter as she glows with an aura of power and begins to levitate a few inches off the ground. Her tail thrashes behind her and she points both her index fingers at the elf, forming a strobing, flashing sphere in her hands and hurling it like a shotput. The energy ball curves and twists through the air unpredictably before bursting with a sound like a truly enormous balloon popping, striking Celrie with energy. Rather than burning, it is a shocking, disorienting light. "Hah! Take THAT!" she shouts, jumping excitedly with a great deal of jiggling before even seeing if her attack had any effect. "Didn't think you were up against another wielder of powers didja? You stuck-up nobles ain't seen nothing, I'm just getting started!"<br/><br/>When she thinks she sees the bat-girl gunslinger's twin barrels sweeping over her, the marten girl shrieks in panic, puts her paws over her eyes in a way that makes it hard for Yasha to be quite as afraid of her predator as she was a moment ago, and dives to the ground. She ends up causing herself to let out a large and rather undignified (but cute) belch by landing on Yasha. Unfortunately, the marten has been so frightened by her sudden realization of being surrounded that her digestive system is too nervous to really start working... the acidic tang Yasha is experiencing doesn't get any worse than a mild annoyance, and though she's still keeping the squirrel extremely cramped and humiliated, the famous Redtail doesn't seem to be in much danger of transforming into a hairball on this little bandit's account just quite yet.<br/><br/>Finally, the new entrant who had been spied dashing among tree-tops comes into view...<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://postimg.org/image/nf3k6m1xn/">[img=http://s9.postimg.org/nf3k6m1xn/85c27979890b04c6e19780a9a0a5b1728ae54465_png_422.jpg]</a><br/><br/>Looking up, the characters see another particularly cute and mischievous looking female raccoon, reminding them somewhat of Maribel's appearance but with a more exotic and 'punk' appearance incorporating goggles and hair colored bright green, is heading towards them (about 30 yards to the east of Quill's position and just now starting to come in over the train) by way of jetpack! Compared to the scrap-yard look of Gasket's power armor, this female's jetpack and gear have a more finished, competently-built look to them. She is carrying a hatchet with some visible circuitry and a glowing, pulsating energy field surrounding it in one hand and controlling the jetpack with a joystick in the other. Since she has a big fluffy tail trailing behind her in the air, she fortunately was able to get one of the 'wing' style jetpacks with two separate streams of flame coming out behind the shoulderblades, rather than the one big engine that risks roasting one's tail and backside. It's hard to see her expression under the purple-tinted goggles covering her eyes, but her voice sounds very irritated.<br/><br/>"HEY!! What the hell is going on down there? Pa, why are your dumb-arse friends shooting their cannon at our prospective hostages? And you, travelers! What the hell 're you thinking picking a fight with us out in the middle of nowhere like this, you too dumb to cut your losses and part with a little of your excessive wealth? Why didn't Mari lure them in like she was supp-" suddenly her voice catches in her throat as she spots Maribel's prostate body. "AHHHHHH!" she shrieks in anger, drowning out even the hiss of her engines. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MARIBEL? Whoever's fault it is is about to get my boot in their snout! In fact, don't answer that - ALL of y'all are in trouble, you strangers and my kinfolk alike, once this is over! But first things first - you travelers drop yer weapons and get back in that train before I come down there!" She puts her hands on her hips and hovers in place for a moment to make a point, but then starts evasively weaving back and forth in a serpentine motion, flying in a corkscrew path that makes her extremely difficult to target. Her tail is puffed up visibly with anger, though, and it seems almost certain that she is about to make a diving lunge at somebody. The male raccoon with the eyepatch who had been leading the charge (before he got his weapons and spirit broken by Sevana's sharp shooting) pokes his head up out of the tree-stump he has been pathetically hiding in, and points a trembling finger at Celrie's direction. "It wuz the elf, darlin! She's the one who hurt my darling niece! Go show her what the Black Stripes are really made of!"<br/><span style="font-style: italic">This is Maribel's cousin, Delilah! For those who are already mentally taking aim at her, all shots at her will be at a -2 to hit because of the "dodge" edge she is using. She is using up her action for the round arriving (currently at an altitude of 10 yards above the ground, but don't worry about that for range purposes), so technically isn't entering it until the next combat round...<br/><br/>and as I'd said before, we're going to just allow all of the PCs to take their actions first, in any order they post, and then all the enemies to go at once or close to it. If you all prefer you can go ahead and go to the playingcards.io website and draw one from the deck to see if you get a joker - but aside from that, the cards shouldn't be particularly important.</span>