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  1. Grumpily, Comrade Frost lit a cigarette and studied the brochures he'd picked up from the smiling Super Friends staff, having parked himself on a bench beneath a statue of some dead American general so he could both see and be seen during the event. Hadn't they been just delighted to see a member of the Freedom League Auxiliary here! He did his best to remind himself that by all account these people were simply well-meaning believers with a strong desire to do good for their community and the world around them. It was all very nice except that Dimitri had plenty of experience with well-meaning believers who wanted to make the world better for everyone else and who accomplished their great works with piles and piles of corpses. It wasn't that he expected the Super Freak movement to turn on itself and on the world around it - but then one never did expect that until it was too late. So he smoked his cigarette and kept his distance, glad that the smell of cheap tobacco was enough to make most of the would-be do-gooders give him a noticeable distance. Perhaps they would like it better if I smoked reefer! Ah well..
  2. Comrade Frost briefly stepped away to use a remarkable invention that allowed him to send messages to his home base wherever he went - the cell phone. A quick text on a secure line told the Russian government why he'd simply appeared outside their consulate; or rather, told said government as much as he was currently willing to tell it. When their local contact made his appearance, Frost smiled thinly. Between the three of them, stealth was going to be a difficult proposition on this mission at best. "Not on street, is too crowded. We have information that certain magical artifact has been smuggled into city - you know who might know?" he inquired. "But we can talk later, perhaps in cab? Or...large truck?" He shot a look at Klara and Dreadnought, then gave their guide a ready smile.
  3. All right, Wadjet has: Investigate 5 (+10) - anything else I ought to roll for the off-camera investigation? She's got +5 to INT skills and Knowledges.
  4. Whatever Slate had had in mind, Lady Horus really did disappear for about a minute - handing the clues off to her sidekick. She collected the camera too, figuring it couldn't hurt to see if Wadjet's sharp eyes could spot more than hers had. Luckily Esperanza wasn't like some of the teenagers Anna Cline had worked with over the years; she appreciated the chance to use her intelligence to break down a problem rather than simply punching it or blasting it, and Anna was fairly sure she liked situations where Anna had to turn to her for help rather than the other way around. Being that as it may, after a short conversation, Esperanza was heading back to their hideout at Belcher with its converted chemistry lab and Lady Horus was heading back to her police contact. Not for the first time, as she ran through conversations, she found herself wishing she could go about for meetings without the Helm and its translation of her perfectly fluent English - but then the gods of Egypt had their reasons for wanting a champion who worked in secret, just as she had her own reasons for wanting to work in secret. If the police found out that Anna Cline was Lady Horus, or even that she was active in Bedlam City as something more than a retired villain, well - it was safe to say neither of those things would last for long. "My card, Medjay," she said, handing the man one of the cell numbers her sidekick had picked up from a guy selling them in the Jamaican neighborhood. "We shall speak again."
  5. "She is Erin's sister from another place," croaked Aquaria as she hopped over to join them, fixing her goggle gaze on the Wander with the hat before she focused on the Erin who lived here. She could tell from the smell. "Jessie is in prison," she hissed throatily. "It was terrible." She peered at the Wander with the blue bat, the one she'd seen before, then turned her head to look back at Erin. "The bad one that looks like that one was doing crimes, and Jessie took the blame. So she is in Blackstone and thinks she is a robber but she is not!" She didn't yell as loud as she felt like yelling, not when there were Surfacer children about, and many Erins. "...yes, yes I can!" said Mark, snapping his fingers and summoning a giant plush unicorn with a fuzzy rainbow mane just long enough to be brushable but just short enough to be really snuggly, shrinking the thing down slightly when he mentally measured it against Clara's size. Clara smiled at the sight of the unicorn and hugged it so tight Mark was briefly worried a button eye would pop out. "Thank you, Daddy!" Her smile made him feel better; but worse at the same time. He suddenly had a painfully vivid image of Richie growing up with just one parent around, and he wondered if Nina would give him the kind of look Erin was giving him - oh no, come to think of it, if anything he'd heard about that dimension was true, Nina would kill him. He badly wanted to go see his wife and son but the mission was a little important right now. "You should call me Mark," he said with a smile for the little girl, earning him a smile in return. "Would that be okay?" "Okay, Mark," she said with a tired smile as she buried her face in her unicorn. "...so all I need is to borrow one of you so that we can go show the police that there is more than one Erin, so that Jessie will be free. She will be a good help with your problem, she is very strong and tough, and I gave her a magic shield," Aquaria was finishing her story to one of the Erins. In response, the latter bobbed her head and said, "I can't believe they'd lock her up in a cage underground! But I don't really think I can help, Stretch; I'm not going to convince your cops of anything other than maybe they've taken crazy pills?" Swander shrugged her wings eloquently.
  6. "This is the place where this poor woman met her final end," said Lady Horus after a moment's consideration. "Are we fortunate enough that there were cameras here, or did she die unwatched and unmourned?" She stopped and studied the metal fragments adorning the corpse, then realized with some annoyance that of course she couldn't gather the stuff up herself without raising a lot of questions about what exactly Lady Horus' powers were. Next time I just bring Espy so everybody can see her. If she brought her sidekick out now, there'd be a lot of questions about who was pointing a gun at who a minute ago plus, Wadjet didn't like the police very much. Not that Anna could blame her. "Good fellow, can you gather those for me?" she asked, pointing to the shards of metal on the corpse. "I know a man with a keen eye who could learn much from those," she lied with practiced ease. "Allies are quite a boon. And you have no knowledge of who this woman is? No possible way?" It occurred to her that she could easily enough time-travel back and watch the murder - and then watch herself be locked up by Dr. Tomorrow again. No thank you!
  7. Mark inhaled, then exhaled. It had been a long day already but this was his job on the League, wasn't it? "Claremont's a good fallback location," he said as if he and Megan had been friends for hours, "but it's too risky for right now. You'd be putting all the faculty and students there in harm's way, and even if they did that for us-" and Mark was reasonably sure they would, "once the precedent was set, you'd have the school crawling with outside people every time there was a major crisis." "Sounds like the damn Freedom League's no help in _any_ universe," said the armored Erin, wearing vaguely Arabic-body armor that it took Mark not even a second to recognize as a descendant of the armor of Typhoon's personal guard. "And I guess Socatra's out too," she confirmed a moment later. "Well...my wife and I aren't exactly welcome there at the moment," said Mark carefully, not exactly sure what that armor signified - but having a feeling Nina would probably want him to ask. He felt a sudden weight on his leg and looked down to see the little girl tugging at his pants. "Hi Daddy," she said sleepily. Mark blinked a moment and looked up at the Erin the little girl had been attached to a moment ago, and thinking back to a visit to another world suddenly told him who this had to be. "H-hello there!" he said, keeping his eyes on the little girl and not on the other Erin. "I'm Mark. I'm not your daddy, I just look like him. You're very pretty. Do...do you want a teddy bear?" he asked, producing a brown plush one from behind his back. "I already have that bear!" she said in a small, frustrated voice.
  8. "I'll go handle it," said Sharl reassuringly, eager to get back to the scientific problem at hand. He caught the group's attention outside the way he usually did - taking off into the air out of visual range, then settling down smoothly and quietly behind them. "Hello!" he said, projecting the kind of professional warmth he'd learned from Miss Americana. "I'm afraid they really can't let anyone in while we're running experiments, it's not safe." He smiled and extended his hand in the Terran fashion. "Hello, I'm Sharl Tulink. Welcome to Archetech West."
  9. Okay, I trust your GMing! Die rolls for Lady Horus: Search: Anna will take 20 on this with Quickness 5 and get 20. Knowledge (Life Sciences) 1 Well no good rolls there. =p Let me know what that actually gives her and then I'll post; if it's not adequate for her IC, she'll call in Wadjet to take a second look. (But I'll write up her doing that in a post)
  10. "Of a sort!" said Frost, throwing the dead bird into the air. It flapped there in a mockery of life, its dead eyes staring beadily at the two heroes as Frost unbuttoned his tunic and pulled it open to reveal a gigantic crater of a scar over his heart. The frantically flapping bird dived down into that opening and promptly vanished there, causing an iris of unholy light to open before the heroes. "Come! Follow bird!" Once both of them were inside, they were joined by Frost himself in a ruined winter landscape of the dead, a mountain forest that had been dead a long, long time. There was no other word for it; the pine trees were dead and the birds were dead, frozen bodies singing eerie half-remembered songs beneath a sky that was covered in a grey somehow deader than even stars would have been. The snow beneath their feet crunched with an ominous noise, the sort that in a dead winter forest like this would surely attract predators of an unwholesome sort... Frost was all business. "Well best not to linger! Hah-hah, seriously though." he whispered jovially as he cast about for the bird that they had followed there. "Good we did not bring your friend." He caught sight of the bird, perched in the branches of a particularly massive dead pine, and strode fearlessly into the nest of branches - To step out in front of the Russian consulate in Hong Kong. He took a moment to sit down on the sidewalk as the others arrived. Trips through Nifelheim were exhausting.
  11. There was no good place to put an explosion of four megatons. Oh the asteroid was going to explode before it actually made impact, but that didn't really matter when you considered an airburst of this magnitude over a city - even a vastly underpopulated, underbuilt metropolis like the Emeralds. Perhaps an asteroid impact here wouldn't be the holocaust it would be on a Lor-settled planet, but it would certainly be holocaust enough. Luckily, the Emeralds were Lor-settled cities - at least in part. The instant his atomic clock ticked, Citizen turned and hit the asteroid with his right shoulder, his body almost invisible inside the great honeycomb-shaped machine he wore like a gigantic suit of armor. Citizen pushed - and the suit pushed too. The internal gravity generators were larger and cruder than a Lor graviton generator would have been and certainly lacked their range, but the technological prowess that had let his native people cut their way through the stars and propel themselves at superluminal velocities were paying off. As sharp-eyed astronomers watched below, the city-killing asteroid's descent slowed, then veered as gravitic force powerful enough to withstand relativistic velocity changes shoved it out of the way without breaking it in two. Citizen pushed hard, acutely aware of the sound of whining complaints from his own internal sensors, but as he had so often, he put his faith in science. And it paid off. Down at Archetech West, he handed off the burnt-out remains of the gravity generator to its build team (who were excited to see their work tested to successful destruction) and said, "Okay, that was obviously aimed at us." He looked straight up at the sky and said, "Asteroids like that don't miss planetary defenses, especially not if they just happened to be aimed at a habitable area; not on a world this underpopulated. I'm gonna get in touch with the League."
  12. Ah, it's a shame. Anna Cline had seen a lot of dead bodies in her time. A lot of dead bodies, across times and places, and she'd been about the age of this detective when it had started getting easier. This wasn't a pretty picture by any means, but she was two thousand miles and sixty years from the girl from the South Side who'd puked her guts out the first time she ran across a corpse. She knelt down over the woman and looked her over with a practiced eye, the helm that covered the upper part of her face not interfering with her vision in the slightest. "What clues have you found; and the people, what tales did they tell thee?"
  13. Okay, @Supercape, what are you looking from me here as far as die rolls?
  14. I'll put in Comrade Frost, then.
  15. "No!" came Aquaria's unexpected bellow over the comm system. "Jessie is in jail for innocent crimes! This has been a difficult day." Another voice broke in that sounded exactly like Erin's, albeit with a firmly tolerant tone. "We'll all talk about this later, Aquaria..." "Well at least someone here sounds normal!" squawked Swander as she reluctantly put away her bat. "Listen, you...people, I got a distress signal that someone was targeting all my dimensional doubles. I went to Magpie America, she talked to Dragonfly, the two of them figured I had to go as far outside my sheath as possible to get some answers. But I didn't expect...this!" She stared at Mark and said "Is that you, March? And Trevor? Listen, I'm not much for diplomacy in the best of circumstances and believe me, this is _not the best of circumstances_..." Introductions were made in the short trip downstairs via elevator; Swander saying something about March Hare and Mid-Kite, before the elevator reached its destination and they were confronted by a suddenly silent crowd that had to number a solid score or more of Erins. Across the room, figuring that Erin might need a minute or two yet, Aquaria broke in with a "Hello! Look at all of you! And one of you is a giant bird!"
  16. "That was my first thought. They've been sniffing around my realm for years now, ever since, oh, about when I graduated Claremont. But nothing like this. Not a lot of things can just come along and kill me," said Erin, patting her chest, "but I woke up in my bed with a giant hole where my heart was supposed to be." Expecting a reaction to that, she smirked and added, "What can I say? With my lifestyle, there's only one place I'd go. Not like it was the first time that's happened." As she spoke, something flared briefly in her elaborately woven hair - a half-visible circlet of fire shaped like a tiara. It would flicker in and out of view as she spoke for the rest of the night. "By the time we got back up to the surface, there was no sign of what had done it." "We had signs," said Erin, running a hand through her hair. "We actually had warning. One of the other Erins came through a giant portal to tell me she'd been attacked in her home dimension and the attackers had said they were looking for all of us, everywhere. But by the time we could get out to the park to see her, they'd hit again and they took her out the same way they took out, uh, Erin here - right through the heart." Erin shook her head. "God, that was disturbing. Kimber managed to get more from her ghost, that _she'd_ been warned too, and that's when I knew I had to move. I'm not going to paint a target on my family's back, not again. I stayed just long enough to make sure she was interred, then we got on the move. Turns out some of us had already been hit; some had gone to ground or were sheltering in place. I met Clara and her mother a few dimensions over, and they joined us." The other Erins all had stories of the same vintage; stories of either warnings to move or deadly attacks by either old adversaries impossibly empowered or by fast-moving, invisible antagonists who gave no quarter and accepted none. "It was the same for me," Megan added over in the corner where Clara had turned up to to sleep in a white emergency blanket, clutching a stuffed bear that she'd produced when it was bedtime. "Except they hadn't hit us yet. Ugh, I was going to stay and shelter in place, but I couldn't put my friends in danger. I'm supposed to be deciding which boy I hook up with after graduation, not dealing with this! I haven't even graduated." "Yes, it has been a difficult day," croaked Aquaria in sympathy, who had decided that helping care for Erin's daughter and her not-sister was the best path to getting someone's help to free Jessie. "Did your males not want to come?" "They did! I mean, uh," said Megan, her skin turning a distinct red and heart rate accelerating to Aquaria's ears. The Deep One quickly decided not to ask any more questions about romance. "They were gonna, and Fred and Robin and Cathy too, but..." She looked around and said quietly to Aquaria. "Enough people have suffered for me." - Gradually, over the next half hour or so, more Erin Whites entered, some heading straight for the mansion's many secret entrances, others needing to be directed by Redbird and the volunteer services of Clara's mother, who seemed happy to have a job that let her sit down with her daughter nearby while contributing. There were, by the end, quite a few of them - and from what Redbird could tell, there were others out in the city tonight too, but they either hadn't gotten the signal or had chosen to ignore it. "Huh, so this is what it's like here!" commented an auburn-haired man in purple and black once he was safely below. Aaron White wasn't exactly relaxed, but he seemed more puzzled than anything else. "So they're _all_ from gender-reversed parallels?" Like most of the other Erins, Aaron didn't actually have a Redbird where he was from, but like many of them he was trying to pump her for information. "Tell me about it," said the Erin with white hair, having made her way through the growing crowd with a reluctant-looking Megan in tow to join the group congregating by Redbird. All the Erins were shooting a look Megan's way, though some of them were better at hiding it than others. One of the former had first appeared to be Redbird's master returned when she'd arrived through the cave's roof access, until first her feminine outline and then familiar voice patterns revealed this Midnight to be none other than Erin White. She didn't seem interested in conversation, heading straight to one of the Mansion's computer stations to call up access to information on dimensional incursions. She'd rebuffed everyone's attempt to get to know her, even when the baffled Wander with the cowboy hat and the out-of-place accent had tried to strike up a conversation about them being the only ones there with hats. The largest group to make it back were another foursome, most of whom were quite familiar. The Erin with the blue streaks in her hair and the cybernetic soul had lost her aquatic quarry but gained another - she was helping the Erin with the blue bat muscle a deeply unwilling doppleganger of the latter down into the shelter of the basement. "This is police brutality!" she was yelling as she came in, "aren't you supposed to be heroes!?" The last member of that little foursome grinned at those last words, cutting a striking figure herself in blue and white body armor and carrying a bat that ended short, curved blade like a scimitar. "Yeah, heard that before. Huh, so the place is still here..." she muttered audibly. - Upstairs in the living room, an exhausted Mark Lucas pulled himself, Erin, and Trevor back to Earth-Prime. He was tired enough that he'd aimed for the area of the Manor generally rather than trying to hit a particular target, and tired enough that he noticed the being in front of them well after Midnight and Wander had readied their batons and bat respectively. He was, however, given the taciturn nature of his allies, the first to speak. "A swan! You're a giant swan!" The black swan, her bill a distinct shade of auburn, leveled her bat at Mark and squawked, "A monkey! You're a naked monkey!"
  17. Dimitri had discreetly stepped away, removing from his parka pocket what looked for all the world like a dead, frozen pigeon. Now as he spoke, he held the bird in his hands protectively. "Can have us in Hong Kong by tomorrow morning easy way. Can take you to Hong Kong now the difficult way." He had the idea their patron of the moment had access to teleportation, but he was loathe to owe Murk such a favor; and he couldn't remember off the top of his head if Murk had such a facility in east Asia. He looked questioningly at the others for an answer to his question, still keeping a noticeable distance from the nature spirit. There really was no use in causing a diplomatic incident.
  18. Okay, Syl, I can help you with that
  19. Sea Devil was waiting for the foursome outside when they arrived, having stocked one of the shiny worktables in the cave with unboxed pies both chocolate and key lime and bowls filled with various fresh fruits ranging from bunches of grapes to tomatoes. Aquaria didn't really eat any of these things but she'd done her best to stock the table as she could. She kept her helmet and armor on, and the former opaque, for this meeting - there was no use frightening these people if they didn't know what a Deep One was - or who she was if they did know what Deep Ones were and had the wrong idea about them. She hung back behind the table as the foursome entered, not sure what to expect from them. Expecting all the conversations to be between Redbird and the new arrivals, she was immensely surprised when one of them, the white-haired Erin, immediately approached her with a relieved smile on her face. "Aquaria! Thank God. You have no idea how nice it is to see a familiar face." Turning quickly to the others, she said, "Aquaria is a Deep One, but she's a friend." Only the Erin in red seemed to know what to make of that, smiling slightly as she tapped her staff (its blade now invisible) against the ground. "Just remember, this is a deeply deviant dimension. Keep your eyes open, Erin." The look she gave Aquaria was not a trusting one; neither was the one she gave Redbird. "So the Midnight of this dimension, does he visit the Terminus often? I know there are multiple entropic signatures from this city alone." Aquaria blinked inside her armor. "You know me?" she croaked to the Erin addressing her. Meanwhile the other two, the girl Megan White and the Erin with a small, tired-looking Surfacer girl-child, were crossing the floor, looking around at the cave which it was evident they'd never been inside before. Redbird was talking to them, but while Aquaria could hear the conversation fine she was fully focused on her conversation with this other Erin. Meanwhile, Erin fetching a piece of fruit for her daughter, who looked interested in eating it despite what was obvious fatigue on her face. Megan, for her part was looking around with an impressed look on her face before addressing Redbird. "I never thought I'd get to be inside Midnight Manor for real. Hi, I'm...Survivor." Her super-name seemed to produce a certain hesitation from the young woman, but she did her best to shake it off. She looked fearlessly at Redbird, carrying with her a certain poise that certainly matched some of the iterations of her sister Redbird had met. "Yes, Aquaria, in my dimension, you're roommates with, ah, with Singularity. Is that true here too?" "...Yes!" croaked Aquaria happily, feeling immediately foolish when all eyes turned her way at the noise. More quietly, she added, "Yes, you know her! That is good! When we have solved your problem, you can help me. They have her in Blackstone even though she did no crimesss."
  20. "Thou hast no time for such a tale, Medjay," said Lady Horus seriously. "But I am here to help you catch the foul slayer of that poor woman. The Sunhawk's light falls on kings and farmers alike, especially in the city that is mine." She hefted her glowing gold ankh, balancing it on her shoulder, and said, "I know much of the ways of crime and the path of ruin. I can offer my counsel." So could Wadjet, but Lady Horus was holding her sidekick as a hole card just in case this situation went south. "Show me what thou hast seen." What she thought was Sheesh! You ain't got time to hear about my life, honey. But this is my family's turf and I'm not gonna let somebody's daughter get murdered here. I seen a lotta murders so I know a thing or two about this. C'mon, gimmie the goods. She frowned - not sure that her words had been translated properly by the Helm, but content with them for the moment.
  21. The next question was - what could Aquaria do with herself? She had little interest in facing down against an army of Wanders, especially since of the four she'd met only one had been interested in help and another one had been hostile to the point of immediate attack. Though it was another sore trial on a day of sore trials, she chose to park herself down in the cave for the moment, watching and listening to the scene up above through the eerie ghost-images of Surface television. Normally she could watch it without a complaint but this was all a serious matter; there was Jessie's freedom to be gained, and whatever monster could hunting Wanders to deal with. That last thought made her gulp down the whole can of sardines that Redbird had pointed out to her - and open another one. The first of the new arrivals arrived unexpectedly; through fire. There was no other way to describe it, at least as far as Aquaria could tell; there was a flash of red like someone cutting a line across the air and then a foursome of Surfacer females stepped forward. Blinking her great eyes, Aquaria leaned forward in the seat where she'd perched, trying to understand what she was seeing. One of the Wanders looked familiar enough; her costume an almost perfect match for the Wander she knew, albeit with colorless hair. Another wore a costume she didn't recognize at all; but was carrying something on her back. The third was the one who had cut through space to get them there; and indeed her weapon looked for a moment like a long staff with a black blade on the end before she shook it to dismiss the blade. Red seemed to be her color, with red replacing the purple on Wander's costume and her strangely-wrapped hair a bright shade of red on Redbird's monitors. The fourth was someone Aquaria didn't recognize at all - it looked like a young female in a uniform Aquaria knew belonged to the young people with special powers in Freedom City. She had a bat too, and seemed to be in the middle of the group along with the one with the bag. Wait, no, was that a bag? The Wander that looked familiar stepped forward and called out, "Redbird! Redbird, this is Wander! We need your help; we have civilians who need shelter!" "I'm not a-" protested the young female with them, a protest she stopped when the trio with her all shot her a look that Aquaria couldn't define.
  22. Disclaimer: the author is one of those liberal-minded academics interested in defending an oppressed people, sometimes to the disservice of their own objectivity. Let's start with what the Freedom City book tells us about Deep Ones. Deep Ones are Atlanteans corrupted by interbreeding with the Serpent People, as well as the influence of the Serpent Scepter. What does it mean to be "corrupted by interbreeding"? When people talk that way about humans; we know what they mean, and we recoil from it. Deep Ones carry the blood of their Father Dagon and their Mother Hydra, the mighty gods that in the days of Lost Lemuria reached up from the depths Below and reshaped them in their image. This is a shameful thing in our history books because the history books were written by the people who kept the ability to write; whose civilization weathered the great Cataclysm that destroyed Lost Lemuria They have hairless, green, scaly skin, clawed hands and feet, entirely black eyes (with no iris or pupil visible), pointed ears, and sharp teeth. Their scales provide Deep Ones with some natural armor, and their eyes are adapted to see even in the blackest ocean depths, but they deal poorly with light as bright as daylight on the surface. This is a common look for many Deep Ones, especially the ones that live down in the tropics or up along the eastern coast of North America - but the Children of Father Dagon and Mother Hydra wear the shape of their home waters. Arctic Deep Ones have the fat bodies of seals and move as slowly as a Greenland shark; riverine Deep Ones could almost pass for a green-skinned human. Not that there are many of the latter left. Their skins (labeled incorrectly) are in the British Museum - and in the Royal Museum in Atlantis (labeled correctly). The ruins of Lemuria lie at the bottom of the Pacific, largely undisturbed, though occasionally visited by scavengers (human and otherwise) looking for ancient artifacts and secrets left behind by the Serpent Empire. Some scattered tribes of Deep Ones can be found there, usually worshipping some sunken idol or ruin. When humans worship at long-neglected churches, or pray in shrines destroyed by fire, we admire their piety and their commitment to their faith. Why don't we do the same for the sons and daughters of Dagon and Hydra? The truth, as it ever is, is complicated. - Let's move now to legend and story. Deep Ones eat people. This has happened. Deep Ones are endocannibalistic - they eat the bodies of their dead in homage to the maw of Dagon and Hydra, absorbing the power of those they've lost as a way of keeping their souls alive. A Deep One has never truly died if someone who has eaten their flesh lives; and so in some of the great cyclopean cities Below the chain of being goes on to the days of Lost Lemuria. (The Deep One word for Lemuria literally is Lost Lemuria in the dialect of Lemuria before the Fall.) Deep Ones are also exocannibalistic. They eat the bodies of fallen foes and feed them to their young; the better to honor a worthy enemy and to gain some of that power for themselves and for their kin. A Deep One might do things to the body of a Surfacer that would horrify said Surfacer but it's nothing they wouldn't want done for themselves in the same circumstances. There is another reality to Deep Ones. They are starving. They have been starving for a long time. Surfacer ships have drained their hunting grounds dry and pumped poisons in their waters; the pitiless mercy of Atlantis awaits if they venture out from the deep open oceans and rocky shoals where they have been forced by circumstance and centuries of unending warfare. If a tribe of Deep Ones should swarm a shipwreck or a crashed plane, hooting with a terrible cheerfulness as they bare their fangs, they are enemies to be defeated who will kill and eat what they can but they are doing it because they are out of food. Deep Ones worship strange gods. This is true. Deep Ones worship their Dark Father Dagon and their Dark Mother Hydra (who have at times been worshipped by Canaanites and feared by Greeks) and believe that one day Dagon and Hydra will rise from the Depths and the world will be transformed. When the stars are right, the first will be last and the last will be first, the sea will be as the land and the land will be as the sea. The apocalypse will come and Deep Ones will rule where now they suffer. The faith of Dagon and Hydra is an apocalyptic faith that demands personal sacrifice and penitence; a Deep One with no tattoos, piercings, or other scars (in memory of the marks on Dagon and Hydra, left there in their long-gone wars with the foul gods of Atlantis) is no Deep One at all. But their suffering - their suffering for faith, will be rewarded. The false gods of Atlantis will fall and Lemuria will rise, and there will be a new world. And perhaps this is cruel. But their faith believes in apocalypse because they need an apocalypse - an uncovering that will reveal the world for what it truly is. Where there will be justice for a people who consider themselves lost and hunted, where there will be a reckoning for a people who consider themselves to be sorely used. If they aspire to supernatural change, so have many fallen peoples down through the centuries. If they try to hasten the great day of Jubilee, as some do, so have many peoples over the centuries. The difference is that when they do magic, it works. A charismatic priest or shaman will sometimes unite a tribe, or even a whole kingdom, for a raid on the Surface or against Atlantis - an attack blessed a thousand ways. The mingled blood of sacrifice will please Dagon and Hydra (for oh yes, I already said Deep Ones practice sacrifice and bloodletting, and mimic the great hungers of their gods through sacred cannibalism, didn't I?). The booty of the raid will feed a tribe, a kingdom, a people, until the time comes for the next attack. And if a warrior dies on said raid, their flesh will make a pleasing sacrifice for the tribe. It is a terrible thing to die on the land and have one's bones be buried in the dead earth. Deep Ones love the water better than the air. Yes. Yes, of course they do. Even for the more amphibious sort the light is always too bright here and the air has a killing dryness. Everything smells strange and the voices sound wrong, and everything looks bizarre. Their songs echo strangely in the air, proof of its disconnection from the realms of the gods below. Deep Ones want to kill us all. There have been Deep One invasions of the Surface - the most recent and most infamous saw an army of Deep Ones assault Freedom City during the Archevil Incident. Objectively they were cannon fodder and distraction for the Archevil's entity's larger plans for transcendence and global domination; but that hardly matters to the human beings they killed in the process. That was back in 2011, but you can find images and horrific accounts of their attack with just a little Googling. This is how people know what Deep Ones do - because they've seen it in action. Sing a different song. When a nest of Deep Ones falls to an Atlantean reprisal, what do the Atlanteans do with the survivors? When a prisoner is taken after a raid on the Surface, what do the Surfacers do with her? That they are not as brutal as Deep Ones does not excuse brutality, nor does it return to life those who died in the cold dry ground Above or beneath the tridents of Atlanteans below. Deep Ones consider themselves in a war, and in a war you fight to win. There is nothing they would do to a Surfacer they wouldn't do to each other if suitably pressed. What about the stories that Deep Ones have more than once subverted the Atlantean royal family; driving them to threaten the Surface in 2002 and actually invade it a decade and a half later? Well those stories are all true (and even now, there are agents in the Atlantean royal family waiting for another chance to strike!); but does the average Surfacer believe them? The Atlanteans would blame it on the Deep Ones, wouldn't they? One bit of supernatural subversion by the Serpent Scepter could happen to anyone but twice seems like carelessness. Deep Ones hate Atlanteans. Yes, yes they do, and the feeling is mutual. Deep Ones see Atlanteans as cruel, arrogant aristocrats whose goal is the extermination of their people. Atlanteans see Deep Ones as cold-blooded monsters whose goal is the extermination of their people. Both sides can point to atrocities, to killings, to tortures, across millennia of warfare, as proof that what they say is true. Deep Ones resent Surfacers for their alliance with Atlanteans, for what they've done to Mother Hydra's oceans, and for the Deep Ones they've killed. They _loathe_ Atlanteans. Deep Ones are sexual predators. Why would they do that? That is nasty. Deep Ones want to be my friend. Deep Ones are obligate carnivores, raised from birth with the idea that Atlanteans are cruel and arrogant monsters and that Surfacers are callous, alien fiends. Through blood and sacrifice, they believe that the world will be reborn anew and the Deep Ones will be freed from the captivity that is their powerlessness. They are carnivores who can talk to their food and know it would prefer not to be eaten - but they must live anyway. They will kill you because they are hungry and because stripping the flesh from your bones will be a sacred rite to them. They will kill you to send a message to their other enemies - to show the power of the sons and daughters of Dagon and Hydra over their foes. They will kill you at the command of their shamans, in the name of their dread gods, and of the coming apocalypse that will sweep away all the Surface world in waves of oceanic annihilation. But they won't kill you because they are Deep Ones. They will kill you if they have a reason. When they are monstrous, they are monstrous in our image. And that is the most frightening thing about them of all.
  23. Okay! This thread has been going on since November. Whatever mistakes I have made as a GM, I have made them! Let's move forward. Don't worry about initiative, readers. I believe: @Nick is going to have Ardent interpose herself for the Solution so that @Gizmo can have Solution start shoving Alkahest towards the portal. @alderwitch wanted to have Nighthawk play a vital role in this process to the extent of losing her arm and having it replaced with a bionic substitute. @Tiff, you keep blasting it with ice. @Fox, I think Grim has a good recurring antagonist in Woundmaker and the Murder League; your thoughts?
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