Avenger Assembled

I moved some things around and adjusted your Blast power so that you'll actually be able to use it effectively, Thomas - you'll probably have to edit this sheet once it's up, but this is probably ready for the Character Bank.

"It was the Deliverer who rescued us from the world of the mammals before the Cataclysm! When we have the proof we need of mammalian subversion, we will declare Holy War against your planet, as we have against the other worlds in the past. No more will heretics with their talk of mammalian 'civilization' and 'saurianity' keep us from our purpose as the divinely appointed masters of this and all other worlds!" As fanatics often are, the priest was unwilling to go further, even under threats of a most vicious punishment from humans and dinosaur alike. His former subordinate, now with a submissive's downcast head, offered what help he could but evidently his own fanatical master had seen some sign of goodness, or perhaps cowardice, and told him little. With the younger warriors in the family standing by, the heroes and their local allies conferred. "The military fangs are loyal to me," said the Commander in a hushed reptilian whisper to the others. "I can handle the cleric and my daughter's failed suitor and deliver them into their claws. But if the Orthodox have built some fell work of science to threaten your world or mine, it has to be dealt with soon. I would like nothing better than to rend their flesh from their bones myself!" She hissed angrily. "But we can have no civil war. And an attack by mammalian aliens will not be seen as war between the priests and the officers." "Render-Unto-Deliverer has served one purpose," said Runs-With-Fangs-Bared with a pleased hissing rattle in her voice. "His egg-raid here means that I can raid his temple and none will look amiss on it! We can guard your planet, and I can take my revenge!"

Mark followed Erin and Trevor to the room they were changing in, belatedly remembering to stop outside the door. "You guys!" he whispered loudly, "something really weird is up with Corbin. I don't know what's going on, but it's strange!" The lanky teenager let his nervousness show once they were away from Corbin's eyes, not wanting to stress the situation out. "I hope he and Quo-Dis aren't getting married, they aren't old enough for that, and I don't think Corbin has even sowed his wild oats yet! You've got to sow your wild oats before you get married!" He said the last as an article of faith. "Is that what we've been doing?" Nina had followed Mark, slipping an arm around his waist. "I don't even know Corbin; and he seemed strange to me. Do you think he's gone mad with power?" she called through the closed door to Erin and Trevor. "That happens a lot with wielders of mystic artifacts in my experience! At least he hasn't turned into anything gruesome." "Hey, no funny stuff!" said Mark, raising a finger to her lips. They started arguing at that point about whether or not dropping hints was the same as actually referring to someone's secret identity, leaving Erin and Trevor to have their conversation in peace.

There is the smell of bitter almonds in the air. Two empty bottles of Diet Coke and red plastic cups stacked up in the trash. They all look unwell. They seem at peace with their fate.

"We attacked you while under mind control," said the shadow paragon coldly. "For that, you have our apologies. We never came here to cause violence to you or the other heroes of Freedom City. As for us, what we came here to do is done. So we're leaving." As the shadows began to clear overhead, casting the glow of a clear blue Freedom City sky, she added, "Having the Terminus in your city will only bring you death. He knows, even if you don't," she said with a nod Harrier's way as the shadowy coverings over everything cleared, freeing the trapped AEGIS agents as well. "It is their fate." And with that, the umbral visitors were gone as if they had never been, leaving Gabriel alone with a badly injured Harrier. As the light cleared, heedless of his injuries, Harrier turned to Gabriel and practically grabbed him by the front of his costume. "The safe room!" Gabriel could fly much faster than Harrier, especially an injured one, and so he arrived at the bunker beneath the main building of the apartment complex just in time to find himself in a scene like the last stages of Masada. The technicians, who stripped of their costumes and gear looked like any other two dozen pale, frightened, ill-looking people, were gathered together in a circle with a red-headed woman in the middle, one he recognized from his briefing as Carol, one of their leaders. Carol looked at him, beginning to look decidedly ill, and said weakly, "Have you come to end us before they take us?" In the corner, another one of the residents, a dark-skinned man in his late fifties, was vomiting in a corner, and a few were laying on their sides in the quieter places of the room.

The capture of Dr. Stratos, fallen on low circumstances or not, certainly brought out the big guns. It wasn't just the local cops who arrived to take him away; it was STAR Squad, the heavily-armed and armored anti-super squad and elite of the FCPD. They seemed as baffled by Stratos' condition as anyone else, slapping the power-restraining cuffs on the dissolute former arch-villain and taking him outside. Even the presence of Stratos' long-time archnemesis, Captain Thunder, chairman of the Freedom League, didn't seem to stir Stratos. His cape flying in the breeze behind him, the white-haired Thunder was a stern figure of justice as he eyed his rival suspiciously. "I don't know what you're planning, Sebastian, but-" "Aw, shut up, Ray," said Stratos with a flash of the old fire in one last instant before he was loaded into the armored police wagon. As the STAR Squad cops sped away, after exchanging information with the heroes, Thunder made a landing to shake everyone hand. "Charmed, I'm sure. I hear you all did fine work today." The legendary hero looked the trio over. "As far as I know, the three of you have been part of this from the beginning. Do you have any idea what happened?"

Unhurt though he was through all this, the now-grappled Dr. Stratos seemed to practically deflate in Starchaser's arms. "Fine, fine, take me to Providence. Again." He sighed as he looked around the busted-up bank, looking more morose than guilty at the carnage he'd very nearly wrought, and at the bank itself still standing only thanks to good luck and the continued application of superheroic power. "Things are gonna change after this, you know. In my day, the Crime League was about the joust with your opposite number, maybe a little bid for world domination, but now, feh! People just don't understand evil anymore," he complained as a round of applause for the assembled heroes came from the crowd. "Oh, wow! Cobalt Templar! Glow!" The excited crowd surged forward once the villain was down, with the new face pinning Stratos getting extra-special attention. As bank manager and customer alike tried to shake Corbin and Kristen's hands, the ladies were particularly interested in the big strong tough guy. "Ooh, are you new?" asked a young woman in a black, Gothy outfit that was a little skimpy for New Jersey in October. "What's your name?" She was trying to get her friend to take a picture, with Stratos' continued rant about the low quality of contemporary supervillainy being blotted out by all the noise.

Old-line Marxist that he was, Frost liked the sound of this Laccolinth fellow. The power of the noble families among the Igneous had never set particularly well with him, for all that the Siberians and Kolans he was personally familiar with were less interested in such things. From each according to his ability, to each according to their need, eh? The words were as true as the first day he'd read them. And he had seen enough societies stagnate over his many decades of life that the news that someone was interested in technological expansion seemed a reasonable course. But he was far too much the veteran to comment on a friendly ally's politics, especially in a fraught diplomatic situation with his own team likely taking another view. And one can never know these situations. With my luck, I would speak and he would turn out to be some masked madman fighting some petty paternal grudge. "We shall do all we can to prevent such a thing," he said seriously, as he spoke letting his body stretch and shift into a roiling man-sized cloud of white haze able to keep up with all the rapid movement. "Civil war is curse to any nation, much less one of friends."

Gabriel's shout seemed to tear the wings off the Erote like a butterfly, magic melding into shimmering gossamer that sent both her and her partner tumbling backwards - into a shimmering purple gateway in the shadow itself. Fixing a pleadingly venomous gaze on Gabriel, the female of the species fired a single shot his way as she vanished. "Your realm is next!" before she and her companion had both disappeared. Sure enough, with the removal of the two 'angels', the fight seemed to completely go out of the remaining shadow heroes. They backed away from Harrier, wide-eyed, the Omegadrone keeping his feet only through sheer force of will as the darkness alongside him faded - revealing the once-captured, now-freed AEGIS agents. "That was...unexpected," said the shadow paragon, looking at her friends first, and then the heroes. "Are you well?" "I am fine," replied Harrier, who was distinctly bleeding down his armor and onto the ground at his feet.

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4281574/ = 27

That hits! And with that Grapple check, and our modified Grapple house rules, Stratos is bound and helpless - he cannot possibly escape unless he uses a power that does not require freedom of movement. Go ahead and post, IS.

Yes! And because of Stratos' current distracted state, I will go ahead and have him auto-fail that - so he is flat-footed! Go ahead and post, Scuffles, and then Starchaser is up.

Scuffles is up

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4278103/ = 32! He's fine. how delightfully terrifying.

There was an enormous blinding flash of light and deafening clap of thunder from Dr. Stratos' position as a blue-white ball of electrical energy erupted from his body like a new sun! But as the glow faded, the heroes found themselves standing amid a complex maze of energies of their own - Glow's verdigris telekinetic energies, the blazing blue flame of the fires of Creation, and glowing pure light of the stars themselves: the cages of force wrapped around the heroes and civilians alike having protected them from the lightning explosion. They looked to even be holding up the walls for the moment. Hera, or rather, Medea, wasn't so lucky; her costume singed and her hair smoldering, the angry witch glowered at the wide-eyed Dr. Stratos, who now was starting to babble. "That's IT, Sebastian! It's over! You are out of the League, and we are done, for good. Have fun with your new friends." With a flash of black light and a spiritual inversion, Medea was gone, leaving Stratos reaching after her. "...baby? Baby, wait! Awwww...." His narrow shoulders slumped and he wheeled on the others, seemingly forgetting about the situation and the life or death super-battle they were engaged in. "You...you bastards! What am I supposed to do with myself now?"

All right, I do believe that's enough (for this thread, anyway) to block that effect!

Create Object is capped by PL, Scuffles, so getting a boost from Starchaser is a good idea. (Mathematically, an Enhanced Create Object effect is probably a better bet for you, Implied Spider)

All right, let's do it! Go ahead and post in initiative order - Cobalt Templar is first.

Players Name: AvengerAssembled Characters Name: Fast-Forward Power Level: 12 (180/180PP) Trade-Offs: +5 Defense/-5 Toughness and None Attack/Damage as a Speedster, +5 Defense/-5 Toughness and -4 Attack/+4 Damage as Mystic Unspent PP: 0 Progress to Orichalcum Status: In Brief: Iron Age villain turned Modern Age hero, speedster punk turned family man and veteran hero Alternate Identities: Tempus Fugitive Identity: Richard Anthony Cline Birthplace: Freedom City, New Jersey, USA Occupation: TV Star Affiliations: Shenanigans Family: Paige Psion-Cline, William Cline, Halle Cline Age: 50s (born 1964) Apparent Age: 30s Gender: Male Ethnicity: White American Height: (6 feet) Weight: (160 lbs.) Eyes: Blue Hair: Black stormandgambit1b.gif?w=450&h=193 Description: Richard Cline is a tall, slim man with a runner's build. His hair is slicked up in that peculiarly 80s style and he wears leather jackets and jeans when he can, just like his hero Bruce Springsteen. His costume is a black and white bodysuit in traditional style - he doesn't wear a mask, and never has. He does wear a jacket over his spandex bodysuit, particularly when he needs to carry things. These days he carries a small, leather-bound Victorian book in his pocket. Powers and Abilities: Fast-Forward's speed powers are based in temporal manipulation rather than in super-speed as such - he accelerates his local frame of reference and appears to run fast, punch as fast and hard as an assault rifle, and a great many other super-speed tricks. He leaves behind a faint glowing red trail as he runs, a phenomenon caused by hyper-accelerated air molecules crashing back into their neighbors. His powers have begun to fade slightly as he ages, but he remains one of the fastest beings alive. His magical abilities come from carrying around the Tome of Theurgy, a sort of pocket guide to the magic of the stars that lets him call on the magic of the Behenian fixed stars to aid him in battle. Not being a subtle man, he uses his powers for spectacular evocations - hurling glowing fireballs, summoning tremendous storms, and otherwise making sure that he is the life of the party that he has always belived himself to be. Personality and Motivation: Richard's kind of a jerk, something of an occupational hazard for your typical speedster. But he's also a veteran who's been around the block many times, and that's significantly tempered the arrogant jerk who was pretty hard to be around back in the 1980s. He wants to make Freedom City safe for his family, and help make sure the kids tehse days don't make the mistakes he made when he was a kid. He loves his wife and kids more than anything in the world, though he has a considerably more complicated relationship with his still-living parents. He's still inclined to question authority in a Green Arrow sort of way, and doesn't always get along great with cops and other government officials, though he is always perfectly correct when there are cameras around. He's very handsome, though also very married. History: Some legacies in Freedom City aren't forged in the light of day. Richard Cline was born in August of 1964 to Anne Cline, aka Calendar Girl, speedster and smash-and-grab thief and briefly the sidekick of Doc Holiday. Abandoned by her partner when she got pregnant, Anne did the only thing she could, she raised her son at her side as first her ward, then her partner in crime. Richard developed his speed powers early, a legacy of all the times his mother had used her powers while he was in utero, and eagerly trained as his mother's sidekick. His childhood was great in some ways: the Crime League of the 1960s and 1970s were like a weird little family for him. He met gods and monsters, scientists and mystics, and sometimes crashed at their place for a few weeks until his mom could escape. She was Clock Queen, beautiful and glamourous, and he loved her with the devotion of a son for a doting parent. But his childhood was poor in some ways as well; he spent less than a year inside a classroom from age six to age eighteen, and only learned to read and write well from being able to practice at super-speed when he was very bored. Even when he put on a shiny four-colored costume to match his mother's, Richard didn't really know anything about the world except how to rob it. Eventually time ran out for Clock Queen and her sidekick Tempus Fugitive. As the world darkened into the grim days of the 1980s, their brand of crime no longer fit. A few months before his 18th birthday, Richard joined his mother for one last big score in Freedom City, a jewel heist that would give him a nest egg to start on his own career as an independent villain. But it all went wrong: the cops showed up with temporal nullifiers and stopped them both dead in their tracks, dragging mother and son both off to jail. Abandoned by the Crime League (which was already coming to an end itself), the Clines were left without allies. Anne stepped up for perhaps the first time in her life, spinning a grim story to the cops about how she’d abused and brainwashed Richard, that he’d only obeyed her out of fear of her wrath. Richard was sentenced as a juvenile despite the multiple felonies on his arrest record and was released on his 21st birthday in 1985; Anne herself got a twenty year sentence. When Richard got out, the Moore era was just beginning, and the young man was disgusted by what he saw. Criminals had turned into psychopaths, cops had become bullies and tyrants, and the heroes had been chased away or turned killer. It was time to turn to _crime_: Fast-Forward, the laughing speedster-rogue, debuted by publically pantsing the mayor, making sure the police would hunt him for his blood for the rest of the Moore administration. Maybe that life had been forgotten in a Freedom City had turned its back on its superheroes; had turned its back on the joy and laughter of the previous generation. Well, that was all right: he'd bring that world back. He'd _make_ the stupid sheep of Freedom City understand what they'd lost and he'd get damn rich in the process. And he'd do it without bending his head to any of the other supercriminals on the loose in his city in the process. Richard assembled a new costume together out of the raddest fashion gear he could: tight black spandex, aviator glasses, and bought enough mousse to give himself the big hair of the guys he'd seen on TV when he was locked up. Richard had always been a walking temporal anomaly, but in the 1980s he really was a man out of time: a costumed criminal who didn't kill, who avoided violence when he could, who focused on wacky theme crime with matching henchmen, who preferred to thumb his nose at vigilantes and the law rather than punch them in the face. He was equally likely to fight RIOT as FORCE Ops, and indeed he and Archer had something of a grudging understanding given their mutual history and how much the world had changed around both men. When cops opened fire on him, he'd laugh and rip the guns out of their hands or just slap them silly; when RIOT hurled fireballs at him he'd leave them paused and naked on the street. A dozen times, he nearly died, but he was just too fast for the world around him. (It helped that the super-speedsters of the past who'd once bedeviled him had all retired or died at this point, making him basically invulnerable to the local cops and supers alike if he had room to run) And luckily, he wasn't alone. Paige had finally broken out from under her father's tyrannical thumb, and the two of them hooked up again not long after his release. Paige Psion was a good influence on him; she got him to try bigger stuff than just petty, hilarious snatch-and-grabs like robbing an entire CODE fundraiser of their valuables, she also got him off cocaine and the other drugs he'd started taking, making clear that if he did want their relationship to resume, he needed to make her his focus, not his cocaine habit. Taking the name Hologram in honor of her illusion powers, Richard and Paige became a daring criminal duo like people in Freedom City hadn’t seen in years, gleefully bilking the rich and stupid while making sure they spent enough to stay popular in the community. It was a good life, one which Richard, deep down, sometimes still misses. The end of the Moore Act promised good things for the future for the young couple; who knew what fun they could have now that the heroes were back? All that came to an end when the Terminus Invasion happened. Fast-Forward and Hologram stood together against the world-conquering threat of Omega, battling Omegadrones and Annihilists alike, watching as friends and enemies and thousands of others died before Omega was finally defeated. Was it the horrors of T-Day that prompted Fast-Forward’s moral switch? The impact on him of the death of the Centurion? Or was it simply the realization that his old life just wasn’t working anymore in the new Freedom City now that the people had learned to appreciate their heroes again? Either way, he and Hologram decided it was time to get out of town: taking advantage of a Freedom Leage offer that gave a full pardon to all supers who’d helped out in the invasion as long as they stopped committing crimes, Richard and Paige skipped town and headed out of Freedom City. With a full pardon in hand from the US government, they went on the road, traveling in an RV and exploring the country, living the life of hard-traveling adventurers. After a few years, realizing they weren't getting any younger, they decided to have a kid: young William Cline followed not long after that. They traveled for a few more years before settling in southern California so William could start kindergarten. They ran a private security company in LA for a few years and worked as part-time heroes, but weren't very happy: they got a big surprise when it turned out that Richard's regenerative and temporal abilities meant that his vasectomy hadn't taken and Paige became pregnant again, but things were mostly fine as William's younger sister was born. Their window into a renewed celebrity came just a few years ago, when they were called in as consultants for a show the Discovery Channel was airing about the history of super-crime. The pair were funny and charismatic, and had stories to tell most people had never heard, and after several guest appearances they were spun off as the cohosts of Supercrime! Supercrime! (don't forget the !) is a wide-ranging show that takes a broad look at the history of supercrime in the United States, and Richard is very happy there, working alongside his wife and (sometimes) his son! But recently things have been changing, and not necessarily to Richard's advantage. Richard's daughter's psychic powers erupted recently, leaving the eight year old girl with mighty psychic powers and the family with a problem. Moving out to Freedom City (and commuting home with Richard's powers) helped with that, giving her access to the Nicholson School and eventually Claremont. (It also meant getting a heroic education for William, who by now was getting a little old to be taught by his parents) But one problem that couldn't be solved were Richard's powers: the super-speed that had powered him for most of his life had begun to fade by the time he reached his late forties, a slow decline that the super-doctors on the West Coast probably would last for the rest of his life. His speed dropped from close to light speed to hypersonic within the space of a few months, and the thought of being forever stuck in second gear made him feel unhappy. Faced with the choice of letting his powers fade gracefully or trying to infuse himself with more chronitons (a risky, dangerous task), Richard took a third option. He dug an old book out of his collection, one he'd picked up in a moment of panic in 1993 to help save the world, and for the first time opened it up and began to read... History of the Tome: The Tome of Theurgy is a handwritten volume by Violet Pennyworth, Master Mage of Earth before her tragic death in 1893. The book describes Pennyworth's experiments with directly tapping the magical essence of the Behenian stars, using Hermetic ritual and incantaton to summon the mystic energies of those fifteen stars to Earth for great power. Pennyworth ultimately abandoned her work, leaving the book itself only halfway finished at her death - though her interest in starry magic did ultimately lead her to her last and fatal confrontation with cultists of the Unspeakable One. The book itself is a small, pocket-sized edition of what was once a diary, bound in pristine black leather. The pages inside are covered in handwritten notes and observations that would take a scholar hours to read and digest. The Tome disappered from Violet's library not long after her death and has only occasionally been seen since - starry magic is a particularly laborious process given the need to perform all the relevant astronomical calculations moment-to-moment, and the incomplete nature of the book means that secrets may lie inside for the unwary. The Tome was last seen by the general super-public in the late 1970s, when the supervillain Clock Queen and her sidekick Tempus Fugitive robbed the estate sale of the Usher family, appropriating many valuable texts from that twisted criminal line. Mechanically, the tome is difficult to use in combat - its densely packed script is challenging to read, the calculations it requires must be done with incredible precision, and the Earth moves so rapidly that after the initial few castings of the summoning spells contained within, the book must be set aside so the spells inside can be recast over a period of hours. To use the book reliably in combat, a mystic would need both fantastic speed and a mastery over time itself. A silver chain keeps it fastened to Richard's jacket when he takes it out, something he can snap on instantly thanks to his superspeed. Complications: Family Man: Richard has a family to protect, for good or ill. Pour Some Sugar On Me: Richard is happily married as only a man with a beautiful wife who just happens to be a psychic can be. However, he’s always had a soft heart for the ladies and may be vulnerable to some persuasion by them in a crisis. Oh ho, it's magic, you know: While the Tome of Theurgy carries the gestalt knowledge of centuries of astral magic, Richard does not actually know anything about magic. Walk This Way: A celebrity Discovery Channel host, Richard's face is known, and he has to behave himself in public most of the time Karma Chameleon: Richard is a convicted felon. Though his record is putatively clean today (thanks to many of his offenses being committed while he was a juvenile and others wiped away by either the statute of limitations or his pardon after the Terminus Invasion), he’s acutely aware that well-connected enemies could potentially cause a lot of problems for him. Just Say No: Former cokehead Fast-Forward is now a Narcanon member, and may find that responsibility taking him to some very interesting places indeed. Don't You Forget About Me: Freedom City has largely forgotten the 80s and early 90s, something Richard is determined to make sure they never forget. Walk Like An Egyptian: Fast-Forward once spent a week in Set’s lair. It was actually fine, Set kept his word to Clock Queen and was a good, if stern, provider: but in the aftermath, Richard has never really liked snakes. He thinks they’re spying on him. And maybe they are. Sweet Child O’Mine: Richard is a loyal son to his mother Anne Cline, now retired down in south Florida, and his father, the former Doc Holiday, still an inmate at Providence Asylum after all these years. Though his parents are too old (or too crazy) to be active problems themselves, neither have moved away from the old life as fast as Richard has, and both could potentially be trouble. Like a Virgin: Richard can be kind of a jerk sometimes. He’s working on that, though, and is much more pleasant to be around than he was in the 1980s. Take On Me: Though he’s aware he’s slower than most of the younger speedsters out there, Richard isn’t above competition with potential rivals like Downtime, Johnny Rocket, or even PC speedsters. I Can’t Go For That: Like many middle-aged people, Richard is most comfortable in the pop culture of his youth. Though he plays it up for laughs, he honestly doesn’t understand the charm of most modern-day music, style, and entertainment, and sometimes technology from after 1995 or so leaves him baffled. He’s a quick study, but it takes a lot to get him to make that studying in the first place. Hungry Like The Wolf: Fast-Forward has never quite gotten over the Iron Age. Not that he’s eager to go back to the days of lethal heroes and monstrous villains, much less a corrupt system and sheep-like townspeople, but he’s never lost the feeling that there’s another Moore Act out there just waiting to be passed. This has left him with a distrust for authority figures and government types that can occasionally seem a little odd in the modern era. You Shook Me All Night Long: Richard really hates corrupt cops and prison guards, and makes them particular targets of his hero work: nothing is more satisfying than putting away one of the cops (or their spiritual descendants) who used to harass him when he was a kid or in juvie. With Or Without You: Fast-Forward is on a first-name basis with many of the old lags from the Silver and Bronze Age Crime Leagues, some of whom helped raise him from birth. While he won’t go easy on them if they’re actually doing something bad, he takes something of a live and let live approach (in the finest tradition of the live-action Batman series) to those old-timers. No Way Out: Between one thing and another, most people don't leave the Crime League. Fast-Forward is one of the few people who has and lived to tell the tale. So far, anyway. Boom-De-Yada: The Tome of Theurgy is a blunt instrument at the best of times, and Fast-Forward's not a terribly subtle guy. Sometimes he has to lay off the magic so he doesn't set the town on fire. Abilities: 2 + 6 + 6 + 0 + 4 + 6 = 24PP STR 12 (+1) DEX 16 (+3) CON 16 (+3) INT 10 (+0 WIS 14 (+2) CHA 16 (+3) Combat: 12 + 12 = 24PP ATK: +6 (+8 Theurgy/+10 Speedster Array) DEF: +17/+15/+11 (+6 Base, +5 Dodge, +4 Enhanced Dodge, +2 Shield, +3 flat-footed) Init: +3/+23 with Speedster Powers Grapple: +7 Knockback: -3/-2/-1 Saves: 2 + 7 + 5 = 14PP TOU +7/+5/+3 (+3 Con, +2 Defensive Roll, +2 Protection) FORT +5 (+3 Con, +2) REF +10 (+3 Dex, +7) WILL +7 (+2 Wis, +5) Skills: 40 r = 10 pp Bluff 7 (+10, SM) Disable Device 10 (+10, SM) Knowledge (History) 5 (+5) Notice 3 (+5) Sense Motive 8 (+10, SM) Stealth 7 (+10, SM) Feats: 11 pp Challenge (Fast Taunt) Dodge Focus 5 Evasion Move-By Action Skill Mastery (Bluff, Disable Device, Sense Motive, Stealth) Taunt Uncanny Dodge (auditory) Powers: 32 + 14 + 2 + 1 + 1 + 42 + 3 + 1 = 97 pp Device 8 (40PP, Tome of Theurgy, Flaw: Hard to Lose) [32PP] Enhanced Skills 20 (Knowledge [Arcane Lore] 10 (+10), Knowledge [Theology and Philosophy] 10 (+10)) [5DP] Force Field 2 (mystic shields) [2DP] Shield 2 (mystic shields) [2DP] Super-Senses 7 (Detect Magic 3 [mental], Enhancements: Acute, Analytical, Radius, Ranged) [7DP] Theurgy Array 27 (54PP, PFs: Accurate, Alternate Powers 5, Flaws: Action [Full], Distracting, Unreliable [5 Uses]) [24DP] BE: Paralyze 12 (cursed light of Algol; Extras: Alternate Save [Fortitude], Area [Cone, General], Secondary Effect, PFs: Indirect 2, Reversible) {51/54} AP: Dazzle (visual) 12 (blinding light of Asteroth; Extras: Area [burst, General], Secondary Effect, PFs: Indirect 2) {50/54} AP: Damage 16 (stormy light of Arcturus; Extras: Area [shapeable, Targeted], Duration [Concentration], PFs: Improved Crit 2, Indirect 2, Variable Descriptor 1 [any weather]) {53/54} AP: Blast 16 (burning light of Sirius; Extras: Area [Cylinder, Targeted], PFs: Improved Crit 2, Indirect 2, Variable Descriptor 1 [fire/light]) {53/54} AP: Snare 12 (nourishing light of Spica; Extras: Area [burst, General], Regenerating, PFs: Improved Crit 2, Indirect 2, Reversible, Variable Descriptor 1 [any plant]) {54/54} AP: Teleport 12 (1200 ft/20 million miles) (hasty light of the Pleiades; Extras: Affects Others, Area [burst], PFs: Change Direction, Change Velocity, Easy, Turnabout) {54/54} Enhanced Feats 14 (Defensive Roll, Dodge Focus 4, Evasion [to 2], Fast Overrun, Improved Initiative 5, Improved Overrun, Instant Up) [14PP] Immunity 2 (aging, temporal effects) [2PP] Quickness 1 (x2) [1PP] Speed 1 (10 MPH/100 feet per move action) [1PP] Speedster Array 19 (38pp, PFs: Alternate Power 4) [42PP] BE: Enhanced Speed 9 [to Speed 10 (10,000 MPH/100,000 feet per move action)] (Extra: Affects Others 10) + Enhanced Quickness 9 [To Quickness 10 (x5000)] (Extra: Affects Others 10) {19+19=38/38} AP: Damage 10 (goon-sweeper, Extras: Area [Targeted, Shapeable], Selective, PFs: Accurate 2) {32/38} AP: Damage 10 (velocity punch, Extras: Autofire, Penetrating [6], Secondary Effect, PFs: Accurate 2) {38/38} AP: Feature 37 (Buys off Action, Distracting, and Unreliable Flaws on Magic) {37/38} AP: Paralyze 10 (time-stop, Extras: Alternate Save [Reflex], Autofire, PFs: Accurate 2) {32/38} Super-Movement 3 (Wall-Crawling 2, Water-Walking, Flaw: Limited [Only While Running]) [3PP] Super-Senses 1 (Communications Link [mental] (Hologram)) [1PP] costs abilities 24 + combat 24 + saves 14 + skills 10/40 + feats 11 + powers 97 = 180 pts

Have an HP, KD! Out-of-combat question - the next round is going to be taken up by a Rank 15 Area Blast centered on Dr. Stratos' location - what will your heroes do to save the civilians who will surely be electrified by this? In a grim and gritty universe, this moment might end in you surrounded by dead bodies - in a happy one like Freedom City, now's a chance for you to coordinate what you'll be doing together! Once you guys have an idea, Cobalt Templar is up

Hera shrieked as burning light seared flesh and robes, sending her smashing backwards into the bank wall behind her and knocking her for a loop. Clutching her stomach, she floated down and sneered at the new hero. "You like blasting women so much, try blasting one on your own team! Slave, attend me!" She made a gesture Glow's way and Kristen felt a voice in her head that said 'I am your god. Worship me. Love me. Protect me from these brutes.' But all her time working with a psychic helped her deal with such things, and Glow was able to fend off the 'goddess''s psychic assault. Muttering what sounded like a foul curse in Greek, Hera seemed to be about to try something else before suddenly she, and everyone else, wheeled around to stare in wide-eyed horror at the confrontation happening between Cobalt Templar and Zeus. "You...you SON OF A BITCH!" Zeus' eyes bugged out in a fury as he caught Cobalt Templar's blow with a galvanically-augmented fist of his own, his narrow face covered in sweat and his lips drawn back from his teeth in a look of crazed, almost manic intensity. The blow had knocked his disguise loose, and as Templar watched, the white beard fell from his face, revealing the unmistakable receding chin and scraggly goatee of Dr. Sebastian Stratos, scientist, weather controller, and former head of the Crime League. "I might have known, yes, the rules are different now, a little killing spree that made Thunder look bad and now everyone's ready to exile me into space againI spent over a year in that wretched place and I am not going back, do you hear me!? I'm not going to be alone again! NEVER! I'll KILL YOU! I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU FIRST!" And then there was a clap of thunder and a massive, terrifying ball of blue white electricity erupted from Stratos as if he really was an angry god!

That was a natural 20! And so it is indeed a crit. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4275085/ = 15, staggered and dazed! 'Hera' is up, and she is not happy! (have an HP for her continuing to act, IS) Because she's not a nice person, and she's in a bad mood after getting blasted, she goes ahead and uses a Rank 11 Mind Control effect on Glow! That's a DC 21 Will save, Scuffles.

Hey IS, do you want to spend an HP for a reroll? Just so your first IC roll accomplishes something. =D

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4273364/ = 33 He is fine!

A wave of despair rolled through mind-controlled and mind-controller alike, sending them staggering as if a small earthquake had passed by. The shadowy, shapeless figure in the rear broke from the fight entirely, suddenly sitting down and plunging shapeless limbs over a shapeless face, a paragon of misery rather than umbral power. Harrier entered the fight and targeted those two divine creatures that seemed to be the source of the trouble, targeting the male of the Erotes with a direct attack. The battle was savage, brutal, and short - the Omegadrone tore the bow out of the shadowy 'cupid's' hands with his own blade, then reversed and smashed the shrieking rear tip of his weapon backwards directly into the man's face, before reaching over and driving his armored fist into hollow wing bones. When that sent the Erote staggering, Harrier brought the shaft of his weapon up and swung it like a baseball bat, going for the head again as with a crunch he dropped the being to the floor with a rustle of feathers. It had all taken seconds, perhaps less. Of course, all that exposed the drone to the others. "You don't do that!" yelled the shadowy paragon as she fired beams of sizzling black energy from her eyes at Harrier, black flame insinuating itself through his armor to scorch too-mortal flesh. "Not to him!" added the once-dapper ringbearer, stepping forth to drive a shadowy blade through Steve's shoulder, knocking him to one knee for a moment. Pulling himself to his feet, Harrier charged his pike to stand under the unyielding assault - just as a magical arrow, fired point-blank, buried itself in his stomach, fired from the glowing-red blow of the still-standing Erotes. "If you won't get with the program, you can die with the other agents of chaos!" she shouted!