Avenger Assembled

Description: Short and slim for a man his age, albeit muscular and well-defined, Riley's favorite look is layers and outdoor-friendly wear - on all but the warmest days, he'll wear a flannel shirt, windbreaker, jeans and heavy hiking boots that go above the ankle. He keeps his hair cut very short in an almost military-style cut. Now that he's moved out of North Bay and doesn't have to worry about being confused for his counterpart, he's making plans to grow a mustache and goatee - he's just waiting to find exactly the right style. He's capable of sitting perfectly still for hours at a time, but when he does move it's with explosive bursts of energy that can take people by surprise. Riley's Woodsman costume adds further layers to his outfit - a greenish-brown hooded poncho, a leather harness to carry his crossbow at his back, and a carrying belt holding various useful items like matches, a compass, and other survival gear - along with various one-use crossbow bolts. He wears his hatchet at his left side, to better facilitate a quick draw and throw.

"So long," said Jack, giving a little wave to Raina. Weird kid. Bet she worships Zuul. "Take care of yourself, boy," he said seriously to Jack Jr, nodding at his son past his sunglasses, trying to convey in a few words all the feelings he didn't like to share in front of the teenager who'd walked into his life all by surprise. But then his life had always been full of surprises. He patted Taylor's arm. "He'll be fine, baby, he's our boy. He can handle a bunch of teenage do-gooders with powers." He grinned at her. "We handled the grownup variety pretty well when they gave us trouble." As the door closed, Raina and Huang could distinctly Jack's voice being cut off by a growing whine from JJ. "I wanna monkey! Mommy, Daddy, I wanna monkey!"

Armor is not the name of a power in 2e - do you mean Protection? Concealment vs. normal visual senses costs 4PP In general you still need to fix the formatting of your powers.

"They thought I had murdered people and drunk their blood," said Jack cheerfully, never one to resist teasing a stranger. He looked at Raina in the rearview mirror, and as he did so the teenage witch came to the unsettling realization that Huang's dad did not reflect in that mirror at all. "Blooood! Spooky!" said JJ, waving his fingers at Raina. "I like spooooky things! There are ghosts in my house!" He grinned toothily at Raina again. "Welp, here we are," said Jack suddenly, pointing as they saw the first road signs for Claremont. "The west end driveway goes to student offloading, right baby?" he asked Taylor, reluctantly pushing up his sunglasses to study the paper map she'd pulled out. With another turn, they had started pulling onto the lush, fall-dappled Claremont campus; the leaves had just started to turn, but from the line of cars they stopped behind the students had arrived in full force.

Riley had read about his condition in pre-Millennium books, of course - in the old days, men born with women's bodies had treated themselves with testosterone, the male hormone. But synthetic testosterone was out of reach of Raymond's medical facilities (an expanded version of the old plant's emergency clinic) and crystallizing it from other men was an idea that made him nervous. So he'd resigned himself to a lifetime of bulky clothing over tight bindings, and probably never getting so much as a girlfriend, much less getting married. But in the Prime reality, the chemicals were readily available - with a doctor's prescription, anyway. His double had come out to his parents at the age of 12 and had been transitioning (a whole new word!) ever since - and had been on hormones for years. This really was, he decided the first time he took a hormone shot, a wonderful dimension. But of course it wasn't as easy as that. The two Rileys sharing a room was not the same as having a sibling; it was like having a shadow, and an alien one, at that. Riley-Prime was a smart kid on the school academic challenge team, a member of the Gay-Straight Alliance on campus and a future nuclear engineer. The other Riley was restless and angular, sleeping on the floor or a rope hammock, roaming the rooftops by night and converting the basement into a lab to rebuild his crossbow. One Riley had lost his beloved father to cancer and an early grave; the other Riley had lost his father to divorce when he was in his early teens. (It had been acrimonious - Casey hardly saw his family anymore) Competing for a mother's love, both of them young men going through changes, they clashed - and finally they fought. Healthy and strong though he was, Riley-Prime was no trained fighter; and the Riley from offworld hadn't learned to pull his punches. The loss of his temper, the feeling of boiling, surging rage, and the look on Peyton's face all came together to make Riley feel for a frightening moment like he'd gone Feral - like he was the barbarian his counterpart had accused him of being. He grabbed his crossbow and jumped out his window, vanishing into the North Bay night over the alien sound of arriving sirens. Running away from the angry, frightened reflection of his mother, Riley roamed the city for four days, scrounging to survive and even stealing a dose of synthetic testosterone, before Bowman tracked him down and gave him two pieces of news. One was that his mother, and even his counterpart, had forgiven him - his counterpart had even reluctantly admitted to provoking him into the fight, even though Riley was pretty sure that had been all him. The other piece of news came from Bowman himself. He'd tracked Riley through the city and been impressed by his stealth and ability to survive - and had helped clean up after Riley had used some well-placed speciality crossbow bolts to take down a gang who'd been harassing homeless kids by the airport. Bowman couldn't help Riley figure out where he fit in on Earth-Prime, but he could make a suggestion - there was this school Bowman himself had graduated from...

The Goodman Building had seen its share of dimensional refugees before and while Riley (or 'Woodsman' as he called himself initially, with vague memories of watching some old war movies on the projector in his school) was different than others, there was nothing particularly alien about him compared to some of the visitors they'd seen. He was kept in isolation for nearly two weeks, both to make sure he was no longer violent (he had made free use of his crossbow to try and escape the populated, brightly-lit, tree-free laboratory he'd stumbled into) and to make sure that whatever mysterious disaster had beset his homeworld wouldn't be coming with him. But nobody had any answers - consultants like Phantom and Harrier were unfamiliar with either the timeline he described or the kind of apocalypse that had destroyed his world's native civilization, and something seemed to make it impossible to return him to his homeworld. All attempts to trace the dimensional line that he carried with him led to tangled snarls along the generally smooth course of the Cosmic Coil. Being unable to go home was hard. He knew his mother, his fellow Woodsmen, and his people would think he was dead - devoured by the Atom pack. And how strange it was to see them, alive and well, in a healthy, thriving city full of living human beings! As much as he missed home, he loved this place. He avidly read every book he could get his hands on and (once he learned how to use modern computers) and soon found himself taking online high school classes to keep up. He was behind in a lot of areas, but not too far behind - and determined to make up for lost ground as soon as possible. If he couldn't go home yet, and if even this world full of living cities and heroes had no answers for him, he could at least make himself better here. Once he was out of isolation, he could even go to the building's gym, where he kept himself in shape by exercise and drill, determined not to lose a step when he made it back home. Riley was so focused on learning about Earth-Prime that he barely noticed when it was time to move out. He was shocked by the thought; where could he possibly go? But then his counselor told him remarkable news - news that in retrospect he could immediately have expected. On this world, Riley Smith and his mother Peyton lived in their North Bay mansion just as they always had after his father had divorced his mother six years earlier. (And what a strange thought that was!) And that other Peyton, upon learning that a dimension-lost version of her son was in Freedom City, had thrown open her doors to that other Riley. They talked by email, then by phone, Riley a little surprised by his counterpart's voice - had he been born different in this universe? Riley and Riley met in one of the Goodman Building's rec rooms - Riley was reading a book while his counterpart, noticeably taller and heavier, entered the room, his sharp suit a contrast to Riley's flannel shirt, windbreaker, and jeans - all of them clothes he'd taken with him from his own planet. Riley met the eyes of his counterpart, saw his mustache and goatee, heard his deep-voiced, tentative greeting, and despite himself blurted out a question that, months later, still embarrasses him. "Jesus! How did you grow a mustache?!"

For various reasons, Riley grew up dissatisfied with his lot in life. He had ample reason for this, raised in a community at the edges of a world murdered by the Forest Primeval. He knew how lucky they were, especially compared to other survivor communities that lacked things like power, machine shops, and other tools providing some echo of what had once been modern life, but he also knew from his exploration of the (long-since-picked-over) homes near the Raymond site just how much they'd lost. So he dreamed, in between schoolhouse lessons and chapel prayers, between working in the greenhouse and going fishing, of the world that had been lost - and the wonders that had once been his birthright. But most of all, when he climbed the long-deserted Cooling Tower #4 and looked out at tree-skewered Freedom, he dreamed of the lost city of Freedom, and wondered what secrets lay within. Now these were no small dreams in the Raymond community, not when once a year or so someone would zone out and be sucked into the Maddening Wild, wandering into the Forest Primeval to either be eaten by animals or join the Ferals. So he kept them to himself as he got older, instead learning his mother's engineering skills with the idea of one day taking her place managing the reactors. But boys will be boys - by day he read technical manuals and worked in the machine shop, and by night he studied old city maps and the notes of those few explorers who had survived the journey into Freedom Primeval. On his fifteenth birthday, he presented himself to the Security Force as a volunteer for the Woodsmen, a dangerous, but highly valued part of life in their little community given the number of things the community's technology needed to survive - and how valuable the remaining scraps of super-tech scattered through the city still were. His mother wasn't happy - but after he demonstrated his skills at climbing and hunting, at marksmanship and hiding, even she couldn't say no. Freedom Primeval was everything he'd dreamed - beautiful and terrifying, wonderful and dangerous, marvelous and lethal. He rested in the shade of the oak trees that had split Freedom Hall in half; he battled the wolf colony that had taken over lost Lincoln. He fought a desperate battle against the Feral pack in Bayview; he prayed beneath the pine tree cathedral in St. Sebastian's Church. From his fellow Woodsmen, he learned how to sneak and survive in the city, how to hunt and fish to keep himself alive (skills he'd already begun to learn in Raymond), and how to navigate the ruined metropolis. He also learned how to kill - building his own crossbow, he was able to fend off attacks from bears, wolves, and other of the too-clever, too-wise beasts roaming Freedom City. And the unclever beasts too - the savage, cannibalistic Ferals who might once have been people. It was grim work; but it was war. No - it was survival. At the beginning of summer, 2015, Riley joined his fellow Woodsmen on an especially dangerous mission - a scrounging run into the heart of the Goodman Building, loaded with vital super-technology that, suitably adapted as spare parts, could potentially keep the Raymond reactors running for another decade and a half. But the risk was great. The Atom children had survived the Forest Primeval, though tree damage had eventually destroyed their grandfather's systems - but become a particularly bloodthirsty pack of Ferals. But the risk was greater than the Woodsmen knew - the Atom pack had, by whatever inhuman, unholy means, _bred_ - and a pack of Feral, superpowered younglings waited inside the tree-ruined building to greet them. Separated from the rest and trying to tune out the screams of horror he heard from his fellows, Riley ran. Fleeing down a darkened, overgrown emergency stair, he found his way blocked and so ducked inside what turned out to be a long-abandoned, nearly pristine research laboratory. Fascinated by the discovery, Riley locked the doors behind him and wandered through what had once been Alexander Atom's sanctum sanctorum. He was particularly fascinated by one particular piece of technology; a big, circular, open disc mounted in the middle of the room - one that he realized with some shock still was powered up! Succumbing to temptation, he pressed a few buttons, bringing the big machine to life with a whine of long-dead circuits and the sudden sound of alarms! At the sound of fists pounding on the door he'd locked behind him and against the inhuman shrieks outside, Riley hefted his crossbow and dived through the hole to take up a firing position on the other side. Except he found himself somewhere else entirely.

History: Riley Quinn was only about two months old at the Millennium. His parents, Casey and Peyton Smith-Quinn, lived in North Bay when he was born - their home was a mansion, small by the standards of the neighborhood, but spacious enough after the relative poverty of their youths in Trinidad. Maybe because they were immigrants, with a history of dealing with emergency situations, they took action promptly on that terrible night of the 31st as the news of threatening global destruction came. When the Forest Primeval hit Freedom City, they had taken shelter at the nearby Raymond Nuclear Plant where his mother worked as a plant nuclear engineer, trusting in its solid construction to save them. And it did, to an extent - the Forest devoured the plant, too, but fate, radioactivity, and maybe just good engineering kept Raymond together. An oak tree's sudden growth shattered one reactor and a scrub pine forest sent one cooling tower cascading to the Earth in a deadly shower of debris, but quick hands prevented a meltdown and even kept electricity pumping from the plant's generators. It was a natural place to send refugees in the early days before the true horror of the situation had settled in. Riley doesn't remember much about those days, but he's heard the stories a thousand times. The way the refugees at the power plant first scavenged for food, then began growing crops in their own right in the hastily-converted greenhouses. The way desperate engineers babied a wounded power plant, keeping two of five nuclear reactors alive and producing life-giving electricity even a decade and a half after the end of the world. The way they built a school, and a chapel, and a clinic, and a hospital out of the old plant, building an outpost to human dreams in the middle of an inhuman wilderness. The days when the Ferals hit the fences almost daily. The crack of gunfire, then of melee weapons, again and again. The heroic sacrifice of Lady Liberty, who finally succumbed to infection days after her last battle with the group of Feral metahuman teenagers who had so often led attacks against the reactors, willing to poison the whole city to stop the power plant. The horrific screams from Lonely Point as what had been the populations of Bayview and Port Regal, backed by a rampaging Feral Captain Thunder broke through the defenses. His father, whose cancer could have been easily caught five years earlier, and his grave in the old plant garden. Riley is almost certain he can remember his father's voice.

In Brief: Dimension-lost archer with a technical bent, trying to prove himself alongside walking gods and find a way to save his people Alternate Identity: Riley SmithIdentity: Secret [Registered]Birthplace: Freedom City, Earth-J-Disaster-1Occupation: StudentAffiliations: Claremont AcademyFamily: None Living; Casey Smith (father, dead), Peyton Quinn-Smith (mother, dead) Description:Age: 16 Gender: MaleEthnicity: BlackHeight: 5'10"Weight: 160 lbs. .Eyes: BrownHair: Black

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"Blargahblarghboo! Look at me, I'm a grownup!" said JJ, waving his little arms, and despite himself Jack suddenly exploded with a bark of nervous laughter that briefly silenced everyone in the car. "Hah! You're all right, kid." Jack didn't turn back, but he did switch to English. "Yes, honey, I did tell Huang not to screw any girls while he was at school without protection," he went on to Taylor, figuring that since their secret was out there was no point in being discreet. "Telling teenagers not to do something will just make them do it more. I told you what I was like at his age." He adjusted the rearview mirror so he could look right back at Raina. "And as for you," he went on, "you're not the only one who's tangled with superheroes here. I once had this guy, real-life superhero, look me in the eye and tell me I had one night to get out of town or he was gonna put me in the ground." He knew Taylor remembered that thing with Ace. "But yeah, that happened? You all right? They probably squeezed you pretty hard afterwards." "

"Monkey! You have a monkey!" exclaimed a delighted JJ, his eyes wide and his teeth looking very pointy. "I love you, monkey! Can I give him a hug?" he asked Raina, obviously having learned even at his age about grabbing strange people's animals. "<So, cult?>" asked Jack, switching smoothly to a guttural Old Church Slavonic. "<She doesn't smell like the Devil to me and anybody in a blood cult would have been tweaked to the two of us the minute they came in.>" He knew Huang could understand the language fine, but he really didn't mind if the boy knew something about his little school friends before they started - why else had he snuck around on Freedom's heroes for so many years except to keep an eye on them and learn their secrets?

Jack rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses. "Boy, there are better ways to impress a girl than flashing your magic." He knew there was one person in the car whose opinion his son took seriously enough for this kind of conversation. And it'll keep him from trying to get with that tall cult girl. "JJ, your brother's being a..a teenager!" Grinning a decidedly pointy grin, Jack Jr. pointed a finger at his brother and declared, "Teenagew! Don't be a teenagew, JJ!" This was evidently a private joke that Jack Jr. found hilarious. He looked at Raina and immediately waved. "Hi! I'm JJ Fawetti! I'm five years old! What's your name?" "I'm in real estate here in town," Jack commented to Raina, "and Taylor's a translator. We actually never went to Claremont ourselves - our, ah, time with the supernatural came after we were done with high school."

Earth-J-Disaster-1 (tentative) The old world died on the night of December 31, 1999. As the sun dipped across the horizon around the world, the darkness brought with it a terrible Event - a sudden super-imposition of an unnatural forest across the landscape of the globe. Trees shattered roads and broke buildings, killing millions in architectural collapses and road accidents across the world as thick forest growth was suddenly everywhere, passing right through man’s technological civilization. The news media, and the Freedom League, had time to track the horrific event as it happened, beginning in eastern China and stretching across the planet with the terrible fall of darkness, time to observe that the new growth matched whatever forests were native to the landscape they were devouring - but not time to stop it. In the frigid days after the catastrophe, those few places that still had power were reassured by the government and by the Freedom League that help was coming. But no help came. It was the heroes who vanished first; the superheroes and brave humans who went into the forest looking for answers. And then the others began to vanish too - humans all over the planet left behind their families, their loved ones, and simply walked into the newborn Forest Primeval. The mystery of their disappearances was solved when they returned, feral and maddened by animal impulses and predatory desires, and began attacking the surviving human communities. The war between the Children of the Forest and the survivors of the old world lasted for several years and resulted in the deaths of most of the world’s surviving superhumans and many of the survivors - there was no treaty, no negotiation, no mercy - the Ferals simply stopped coming. Gradually the survivors learned how to cope with the new world - how to forage in the cities for food and gear without being caught by the Maddening Wild (avoiding the darkness was the key), how to resist the Maddening Wild’s call (sticking together in groups was the ticket), and about the small number of people, all of them without other superpowers, who had the ability to forage in the woods _without_ being maddened by the Wild. 2015 is the fifteenth year since the world ended. Freedom City lies, broken, by an impossibly old oak and pine forest in which trees with hundreds of years worth of rings lie at the heart of the civilization they impaled. The largest population of survivors lies at the edge of the city, a few thousand hearty souls dwelling in the community around the Raymond Nuclear Power Plant at the edge of North Bay. They can go into the city to scavenge and explore, but only during daylight hours. The Maddening Wild still calls - though perhaps less forcefully than it did in the grim days at the start of the new century. The woods themselves are haunted by the past - the murdered city they devoured, and what lies within. The Ferals themselves are dangerous enough, savage, animalistic humanoids, many of them with superpowers, but they are not the worst of it. The Forest Primeval came with animals too; bears and wolves and bobcats, all the creatures once endemic to coastal New Jersey. But they came back unnatural - too clever by half, and with an intelligence that has grown unnaturally in recent years. Bears have been seen in the Deep Woods wearing human clothing, and wolves howling to each other in some grim parliament. They have shown a terrible intelligence when fighting humans - hitting men carrying flashlights to blind them in the dark, making man-like noises to lure unwary travelers, and otherwise making it clear that the forest is theirs. Many kill not to feed - but to terrify the human survivors. The Forest is full of monsters - and the Forest is everywhere.

A shining black minivan, looking polished and sparkling as if it had just rolled off the luxury lot, pulled up next to Raina at the curb. The driver's side window rolled down and a pale, high-cheekboned guy with spiky black hair stuck his head out. He was big, and looked strong, albeit a little uncomfortable even with the heavy black shades on. "Hey!" he said, giving her an odd but not unwelcoming smile. "You must be Raina!" He pushed a button and the passenger-side door on her side popped open and began sliding backwards, revealing a leather interior and in-car DVD player in the back, with two occupants in it. "Hop into next to the boys! This is Jack Jr, that's Huang! I'm Jack Sr, this is my wife Taylor." Well, no obvious tattoos or ritual markings, he thought. "My wife tells me you're from Indiana! I was out there a couple of years ago. Ever been to Gary?" He really hoped not.

Abilities: 6 + 12 + 4 + 6 + 6 + 4 = 38PP Strength 16 (+3) Dexterity 22 (+6) Constitution 14 (+2) Intelligence 16 (+3) Wisdom 16 (+3) Charisma 14 (+2) Combat: 20 + 16 = 36PP Initiative: +10 Attack: +10, +11 with Ax, +14 with Bows Grapple: +13 Defense: +14 (+8 Base, +6 Dodge Focus), +4 Flat-Footed Knockback: -2/-1 flat-footed, -3/-2 with costume Saving Throws: 4 + 6 + 5 = 15PP Toughness: +6/+4/+2 (+2 Protection, +2 Defensive Roll, +2 Con) Fortitude: +6 (+2 Con, +4) Reflex: +12 (+6 Dex, +6) Will: +8 (+3 Wis, +5) Skills: 100R = 25PP Acrobatics 6 (+12) Climb 7 (+10, Skill Mastery) Craft (Electronic) 3 (+5) Craft (Mechanical) 7 (+10) Handle Animal 4 (+6) Intimidate 8 (+10) Knowledge (Technology) 7 (+10) Notice 14 (+17, Skill Mastery) Search 7 (+10) Sense Motive 8 (+11) Stealth 14 (+20, Skill Mastery) Swim 2 (+5) Survival 13 (+16, Skill Mastery) Feats: 24PP Attack Specialisation (bow) 2 Defensive Roll 1 Dodge Focus 6 Equipment 2 Evasion Hide in Plain Sight Improved Initiative Inventor Luck Power Attack Precise Shot 2 Quick Draw Skill Mastery (Climb, Notice, Stealth, Survival) Takedown Attack Track (Visual) Uncanny Dodge (auditory) Quote Ax: Strike 3 (PFs: Improved Crit, Masterwork [+1 to hit], Mighty) [6EP] Costume: Protection 2 (Power Feats: Subtle) [3EP] Masterwork Binoculars [1EP] Powers: 12PP Device 4 (Crossbow, 20PP, Flaw: Easy to Lose) [12DP] Trick Arrow Array 8 (16pp array, Power Feats: 4 Alternate Powers) [20PP] Base Power: Blast 6 (bolts, PFs: Improved Crit, Variable Descriptor 1 [Bludgeoning/Piercing/Slashing]) {14/16} Alternate Power: Blast 6 (impervium bolt, Extra: Penetrating 4 [as DMG 10]) {16/16} Alternate Power: Obscure 8 (smoke bomb, visual, 1000' radius, Extras: Independent [+0]) {16/16} Alternate Power: Stun 6 (stun grenade, Extra: Ranged, Flaw: Unreliable [5 Uses]) {12/16} Alternate Power: Speed 1 (10 MPH/100 fpm) + Super-Movement 3 (grapple line, Swinging, Wall-Crawling 2) {7/16} Abilities (38) + Combat (36) + Saving Throws (15) + Skills (25) + Feats (24) + Powers (12) - Drawbacks (0) = 150 Power Points -

Jack nodded as if that was a perfectly sensible suggestion. "Just go easy on the dhampir thing at first - you never know what kind of people they let into these hero schools. Might be some kind of delusional...cult, huh?" He shot his wife a look behind his sunglasses, one that meant they'd be talking about that later. What the hell is Enochian?! All right, Taylor's mentioned that, it's the thing that the angels say? And maybe demons? "Just watch out and make sure you don't get any fanatics there, seriously. Summers promised us nobody was going to come for you in the daylight, but teenagers can be stupid, even if they're superheroes." He reached over and put his hand on his wife's, squeezing Taylor's gently. "Anyway, they want you riding this. It helps to make sure teenage supers aren't putting on airs - and most of them don't need any help with that."

"Hooray!" declared Mark, looking around and very pleased with these circumstances. "Everybody is back together again!" He put his arm around Mike's shoulder, standing up just a tad, and for a moment grew more serious. "I know this is bad, man, but things are gonna get better from here. You're a good man, you work hard, you're a great hero, and the world's gonna reward you for that. Even if the world's giving you trouble right now, you're safe from it here. We're all friends to the end!" He put his hand on Mike's hand like the Freedom Friends did as if expecting Mike to blurt out the same catchphrase, looked at Erin's hand and suddenly his eyes went wide as if she'd probed him with a taser. He put his hand over his mouth for a moment, for once completely at a loss for words.

Behind the wheel, Jack Faretti was wearing sunglasses too - it really was bright this morning. "Claremont's not going to spoil you like that, boy," he growled. He was still, deep down, a little embarrassed that the dhampir had gotten it over so thoroughly on him on account of his age. "All you are there is just another high school kid - you're not the son of any Heshem's Chosen or the king of Freedom City's vampires. I don't want to hear that you told anyone any family secrets, right?" His own memories of high school, admittedly grim, were pretty hazy when he thought about it. "Hey, do me a favor, though - we need a sitter for your brother now that you're moving out and your mom's going back to work. Chat up some of the people your age, get some violent ones that like that Wander girl." He pulled out into traffic, staring straight ahead. "Now it's this way, right?" He made a couple of turns, then said, "Now this one is what, the one from foster care? Are we sure she's all right?"

http://orokos.com/roll/321886 = 25 Sharl is injured!

Caradoc took one look at the others and kicked in the door to the other rooms, his sword blazing with crackling white energy as he entered the bedeviled station like an avenging angel of righteousness. He could feel guilt for the pride in the moment later. "We have come for your liberation!" he called, false bravado in his voice when he considered the grim situation. But if his words could be heard by others, awkward though they might have been, perhaps that would be enough. It would have to be. "Oracle!" he added swiftly, "is there the same psychic turmoil here? Or are you able to counter its effects?" He was keeping an eye out for further technological terrors himself, ready to give them a swift and decisive destruction should they show their faces.

"My people. My people are the fires of the machine that will one day rule the cosmos!" When Talos spoke his voice sounded distinctly artificial - not simply the words of a robot, but as if he was speaking through a decrepit voder or synthesizer. He sounded, as he spoke, tired. "Your offer of assistance is, however, acceptable." As he spoke, his chair rose into the air, hovering in the decrepit cathedral of the machine, the scuttling of the spider-bots the only sound beneath the deep, grinding bass of his words. "The extermination of the wild human infestation is currently unfeasible. But with the resources you offer, yes, we can build with the aid of our loyal vassals, and recover from the cleansing flood, until we are ready to finally take this world in our hands and close them!" Talos turned its head and studied Dragonfly. "Radioactive materials were...expended, yes! Can you offer more? But why would you help a war against our own flesh? Are you from one of those dimensions?"

The Taunt goes through Okay, his Impervious would eat Set's attack - if not for that crit! http://orokos.com/roll/321638 = 28 vs. Sekhmet Toughness DC of 27 I forgot to do the Taunt subtract earlier - in fairness, I'll reroll now! http://orokos.com/roll/321625 = 23 Okay, so he takes two bruises in toto!

Man, Set seems really mad about this! I guess I can't blame him. He watched as Horus flexed his muscles and snapped his way right out of Set's shadowy embrace and winced. That's gotta hurt! "Hey! You're pretty clearly not on his side," he declared to Horus, "so don't try and give me any of that malarkey! We're gonna beat you down, lock you up, and then maybe see what real gods think of you screwing around with their costumes." He and Set would have to have it out about the eye-melting later - that sort of thing just didn't fly if you were a superhero. He stepped forward, putting some distance between himself and the already-battered monastery. "Eventually tourists will come here and they won't just come for the monastery, they'll come for the place that the Fake Horus got beaten down and had to eat dirt afterwards! Wait, that's not right - nobody cares about you, phony!" - As Monsoon's communicator beeped with Mark's signal (not to mention the flashes of lightning in the sky and the growing sense of energy crackling over the city), she ran forward and out of the building, stopping at an overturned water tanker truck she'd seen during the battle. Once there, she reached down and offered her hand to Sekhmet. "<They need us - which means we need to get there, right now! Take my hand, lion god!>" Stepping forward, she closed her eyes as the side of the truck exploded outwards in a sudden torrent; the flood of water rising up as a body and carrying the two women forward in an explosive rush of watery power! A moment later, they were amid the battle between gods and man, water cascading around them in a wave that crashed against Edge and Horus' feet. Water swirling around her like an angry tornado, Nina called out in Horus' direction. "<Remember me? I brought you a _true_ god - and me!>"

Edge: 20 Monsoon: 12 Set: 12 Sekhmet: 11 Horus: 9 20: Edge Inspires Set and Sekhmet and gives an HP to Monsoon. 12: Monsoon stunts Enhanced Flight 5 (Extra: Affects Others) {24PP] off her array and carries herself and Sekhmet to the scene of battle - she then aids Mark's next attack. Set is up, as soon as I post IC>