Avenger Assembled

BROUGHT UNDER THE SIGN by Thevshi Sea Devil: -14 pp to spend 12PP 3 ATK [6] (putting her at +7, +11 Melee, +15 w/Spectrum Power) (Don't forget to adjust her grapple) 3 DEF [6] (putting her at +11 (+7 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed) 2 ranks of Sidekick Giving Singularity 10PP to spend Device 3 (Elder Sign Shield, 15PP, Flaw: Easy to Lose, PF: Indestructible) [10PP] Damage 4 (shield strike, PF: Mighty) {5} Enhanced Feats 3 (Second Chance 3 [Toughness Saves Against Falling Damage, Will Saves against Confuse and Mind Control) {3} Immunity 3 (drowning, environmental cold, high pressure) {3} Force Field 4 {4} 5+3+3+4=15 Make sure to add the Force Field to her Toughness (raising it to 14) and the Damage to her DC table - DC 29 Toughness. And adjust her Knockback too! All PP spent!

"No no!" Sea Devil croaked quickly to the Surfacers even as SFX's translators came online, "it's fine! We are greeting." They went back to their hissing and bellowing, a sound that now everyone could make out - "TRIBE!" she bellowed, cutting off the taunts of the other Deep Ones, who had largely fallen silent anyway at the sight of the glowing Elder Sign on Singularity's shield. "I bring my brood-sister and my allies, and this for you!" She kicked a fish head from the pile over to the group, one of their tongue's (Naia's, she thought) lashing out to catch it and swallow it whole before she hit the water. "You may keep the secrets of the tribe - but I bring gifts beyond the food!" From her bag, she pulled other things - jewels engraved with the golden sign and the elder sign, flashing painfully to her eyes in the brilliant sunlight, blades of orichalcum too, and the other lost treasures of a tribe. She stepped forward, closer to the shadows, and the Deep One that looked like her jumped up to meet her. "Is this _really_ your broodsister?" inquired Naia, giving Jessie a steady look that reminded her of a shark's - or maybe a frog's. "What life do you live on the Surface, Aquaria Innsmouth?" She sounded young through the translator, though still an adult. "One of sacrifice," Aquaria croaked in reply. "And of victory over our enemies. The one called Devil Ray, the one who hunted our spawn for his sport, took these. My broodsister, and my friend, and myself, defeated him in battle with every advantage. I have taken them from him, and brought them to you, so that you might sing."

"Oh, they are fine. Jessie and I visited them recently. You remember them, Jessie, they were the ones who called me those names, but then ate the fish we brought them." She considered, wondering what Jessie would make of Leviathan asking about her spawn and her spawn's spawn - which she assumed he probably would. "Do you remember the one with the smooth skin there, with the teeth? She is actually my spawn. The seas are smaller than we know - and larger besides that." She croaked a little, hoping that the submarine ride wasn't going to be awkward. "Where did you find this lair?" she asked of Leviathan as she watched the doors open for them with wide-open gold-black eyes. "I did not ask before."

Here's a serious question (that I hope doesn't sound like bad spirits) - Why is this a Claremont character? She's a sixteen-year-old with the skills, powers, and cool toys of any adult PC - she doesn't have control issues, and she doesn't seem to lack for a support system, either financial, familial or superheroic. What's the in-universe reason for her to be at Claremont? EDIT to clarify: You do allude to this in her backstory, but I feel like it's something that needs further depth.

@Blarghy, give me a Sense Motive check, DC 20. If you pass, you realize You can also just have Puigo realize that if you figure it out yourself, but this is mechanical proof.

"Certainly, certainly," said Titania, giving him a humanoid reassuring smile. "Just as soon as we're sure that you're not in any danger from us, and that we're not in any danger from you, I'm sure my superiors will be happy to help." Up on the table, he couldn't fault her bedside manner - she was all friendly sociability as she asked Puigo serious questions about his health ranging from his age, his gender, and his general medical history (these the sort he might have been asked at any standard medical examination) to more pressing concerns - what were the most common sources of medical concerns for his species? did he have any abilities unusual for his species? Could he demonstrate his cognitive faculties by inscribing the name of his species and his planet of origin on this datapadd, please?

23 Though he's still at +1 from his Master Plan - vs Demoralize 28 = passed the Startle, even with the -2 that would make that a 26.

Sure

Don't forget about this, @Vorik

@Sage, are you still interested here?

The guards! They go ahead and open up on the Cannibal Alkahest. Using field battle rules here. http://orokos.com/roll/597015 = they hit, with penetrating ammo. http://orokos.com/roll/597016 = 31! Doesn't work! Go ahead and post, Grim, I'll don't want to bother with a full-on post for these guys.

Let's say no! It just sounds hostile and violent! Less'n you wanna reroll it. =D

The tribe sound extremely angry at Aquaria for bringing Surfacers to their territory - "Where is your _mate_, mammal-lover?" (The literal translation of the last phrase is actually 'dolphin's whore', Lemurian is extremely evocative!) is being thrown around. Aquaria is reminding them of how she saved them from Surfacers before; why don't they trust her now, when she has brought them food? Should she bite them in their cloaca to show them she means business? What do they mean by ignoring her gifts, when her blood has spilled for them? An easy Sense Motive check may help you here, alder - passing it will let you see that

Looks good, BC!

AP: Nullify 10 (portal magic) {20/20} The only caveat is that the closing will not happen this turn; the doorway to Riley's dimension doesn't want to be closed - it wants to open wider.

Phantom's spell deposited the heroes on the rusted surface of a platform that towered some thirty or forty feet above the wine-dark waters of the Atlantic; a long-abandoned platform that had obviously seen better days. Window glass was smashed or missing, wall and floor panels rusted out or missing, and everything creaked ominously against the wind. If not for Sea Devil's assurances that there was a thriving Deep One colony here, and for everyone's superpowers, the ominously decaying structure might have been a frightening place indeed - but did the presence of Deep Ones really make them safe? Her face set, Aquaria walked away from the little group, her feet squelching on the ground as she went, and cocked her head, listening to noises in the echoing darkness of the broken super-structure beneath their feet. With her eyes bugged out especially wide, Aquaria reached into her bag and came out with an overstuffed kitchen bag (which in retrospect must have made up most of the mass of what she was carrying) and opened it up, -dumping out a tremendous quantity of fish onto the metal beneath her feet. Not just fish - fish heads. Aquaria stamped her feet on the ground, first one, then the other, with a force that was almost shocking - leg muscles made to power her through the depths of the ocean or high into the air letting her kick hard enough to send vibrations through the metal super-structure beneath their feet. She began to sing, too. "Bra-aah! Bra-aah! Brek-ek-ek! Co-ax! Co-ax!" Without the need to modulate her voice against the small spaces and thin walls of the Surface, her song was a booming bass that echoed across the rig and out to sea, loud enough that the birds nesting elsewhere on the rig fled. And then, after a moment or two, came a deeper, answering chorus from the depths of the rig beneath - and great eyes, glowing like a cat's, appeared as a half-dozen Deep Ones clambered into view. These were not quite like Aquaria - similarly tattooed, they mostly were more fish on the scale where Aquaria was frog, scaly where she was smooth-skinned. One that did have her smooth skin seemed especially fierce where she pointed a trident at Aquaria and bellowed something that earned a bellowing reply from Aquaria in return. If this was a song it was a hostile song, or so it appeared; Deep One and Deep Ones bellowing and hissing, the former in the light and the latter still in the dark. A few of their tridents shimmered with power; it was clear this was a war party.

Hokay, I'll wait!

PL: 6 (90) Abilities: 0 + 6 + 4 + 0 + 2 + 8 = 20PP STR 10 (+0) DEX 16 (+3) CON 14 (+2) INT 10 (+0) WIS 12 (+1) CHA 18 (+1) Combat: 4 + 12 =16PP Initiative: +3 Attack: +2 Defense: +8 (+6 Base, +2 Dodge Focus, +3 flat-footed) Grapple: +6 Knockback: -3 Saves: 3 + 2 + 4 = 9PP TOU +4/+2 (+2 Con, +2 Defensive Roll) FORT +5 (+2 Con, +3) REF +5 (+3 Dex, +2) WILL +5 (+1 Wis, +4) Skills: 32R=8PP Bluff 6 (+10) Diplomacy 6 (+10) Gather Info 2 (+6) Knowledge (Pop Culture) 5 (+5) Notice 4 (+5) Search 5 (+5) Sense Motive 4 (+5) Feats: 9PP Defensive Roll 1 Dodge Focus 2 Improved Defense 2 Redirect Second Chance (Will saves vs. Mind Control) Set-Up Powers: 1 + 26 + 1 = 28PP Datalink 1 (10 ft) [1PP] Radio Control 12 (PFs: Subtle 1 [radio], Variable Descriptor 1 [any electromagnetic]) [26PP] BE: Damage 6 (Extras: Area [Burst], Linked [Dazzle]) {12} + Dazzle 6 (radio) (Extras: Area [Burst], Linked [Damage]) {12} {12+12=24/24] Super-Senses 1 [Radio] [1PP] costs abilities 20 + combat 16 + saves 9 + skills 8/32 + feats 9 + powers 28 = 90 pts

Character Song: Turtle Girl (not actually this one - but it COULD be! Maybe. No.)

PL: 6 (90) Abilities: 0 + 0 + 4 + 0 + 2 + 8 = 14PP STR 10 (+0) DEX 10 (+0) CON 14 (+2) INT 10 (+0) WIS 12 (+1) CHA 18 (+4) Combat: 4 + 12 =16PP Initiative: +0 Attack: +2 Defense: +8 (+6 Base, +2 Dodge Focus, +3 flat-footed) Grapple: +6 Knockback: -3 Saves: 3 + 5 + 4 = 12PP TOU +4/+2 (+2 Con, +2 Defensive Roll) FORT +5 (+2 Con, +3) REF +5 (+0 Dex, +5) WILL +5 (+1 Wis, +4) Skills: 40R=10PP Bluff 6 (+10) Diplomacy 6 (+10) Knowledge (Civics) 5 (+5) Knowledge (Pop Culture) 5 (+5) Language 1 (Comanche, Base: English) Medicine 4 (+5) Notice 4 (+5) Search 5 (+5) Sense Motive 4 (+5) Feats: 9PP Defensive Roll 1 Dodge Focus 2 Improved Defense 2 Redirect Second Chance (Will saves vs. Mind Control) Set-Up Powers: 1 + 27 + 1 = 29PP Datalink 1 (10 ft) [1PP] Radio Control 12 (PFs: Alternate Power 1, Subtle 1 [radio], Variable Descriptor 1 [any electromagnetic]) [27PP] BE: Damage 6 (Extras: Area [Burst], Linked [Dazzle]) {12} + Dazzle 6 (radio) (Extras: Area [Burst], Linked [Damage]) {12} {12+12=24/24] AP: Damage 6 (Extras: Alternate Save [Fortitude], Range 2 [Perception]) {24/24} Super-Senses 1 [Radio] [1PP] costs abilities 14 + combat 16 + saves 12 + skills 10/40 + feats 9 + powers 29 = 90 pts

Note that you can play her as an NPC and get PP for your PCs, if you are so inclined!

Jaycee Cahill is - 16 years old in the fall of 2018. She's a radio controller with powers she doesn't control very well. She's a nice girl from a very sheltered background - the sort that makes her an unironic Toby Keith fan. She's not sure what she wants to be when she grows up; maybe a nurse like her mother. Her powers work like this: She has a fake backstory at Claremont; people think her bodyguard Watchdog is actually her really overprotective sister. Her real backstory can be found here. Would anyone like to actually play this character? The big weakness would be that her bodyguard is going to drag her out of combat bodily if she has to - so this will be a character who will not be in many combat threads. I'll build you the (probably PL 7) sheet and everything!

"My people only eat meat," croaked Aquaria in reply. "You see my teeth?" she asked for emphasis, opening her mouth slightly. She clearly was keeping her mouth from opening all the way, but SFX had a glimpse of piranha-like teeth in jaws with deep anchored muscles - she knew enough biology to know the face of an obligate predator when she saw one. "We will be bringing meat for the tribe and their eating may be hard for you to see. And hear."

"That was why we went to space." Aquaria let Jessie have the seat and scuttled up onto the interior surface of the hatch, clinging with sticky pads on her fingers that clung with a faint schlucking sound when she shifted position. "Powerful foes in space wanted a war in the stars, and they thought a Deep One would fight for them on Earth." Aquaria closed her eyes, and Jessie knew what she saw on the other side - Atlantis at her feet, and the Surface open to the people, until her friend's voice had called her home and away from a war that would have drowned the Deep Ones in their sea. "But Jessie saved me," she said, opening her eyes. "And I use the armor to help those who need help."

So that's one Tou save? Okey-day. http://orokos.com/roll/595600 = I'll take the hit and spend the HP to shake the daze.