Avenger Assembled

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"Without my father, people will riot and dehydrate in the streets. They will-" Mark shot Nina a hard look; he knew better than the others just what kind of stress this event put on his girlfriend but that didn't mean throwing away her allies was a smart move. At Mark's look, Nina ratcheted back the prickly edge that has rolled into her accented voice and said, "So naturally, we need all the help we can get, hah-hah." She smiled politely. "We would be honored to accept your assistance, Mademoiselle Renarde." As she flew up to show Eve the best place to apply her telekinesis, Mark took a moment to wonder if this is what normal couples were like, communicating with each other without using words in a crisis. Studying the corpse, though, he decided that this was really not what you could call normal. Eve wound up on a jetty a little ways down the harbor, directing her power alongside a middle-aged man in an ill-fitting black suit. Given to paunch and with a greying mustache, he had the look of a man who had once been handsome before letting himself go to seed many years earlier. "Bonjour, my fair lady," he said in French, winking a bloodshot eye at Renarde Blue. "I didn't know we were going to be bringing in pretty girls-" "Durian al-Darsah, you shut your fat drug-addled face in front of guests in our kingdom!" Nina and the older man had a rapid-fire conversation in Soqotri that ended with Durian turning back to his watery support with a scowl. The princess turned back to Eve and said sharply, "Listen, if he says anything else unbecoming a prince of Socotra, or tries to take any drugs in front of you, just destroy his feeble mind, all right? I can't deal with this right now!" She jetted off there, leaving Eve to her work - propping up the corpse was no small feat, but precisely-applied telekinesis, working with the rest of the royals, was enough to help keep it out of the water. --- Edge joined in down at the docks, acting as usual as the velvet glove around Midnight's fist as they talked with people. (Wander was, naturally, the bat in that fist, which had once led to a very strange conversation around Midnight Manor that Mark was no hurry to remember). Most people down by the harbor hadn't seen much, or at least not much they thought was significant - it had been the usual cloudless summer day in Socotra in this time of year when suddenly the sky had darkened, clouds had formed, and then "there it was, big as...that!" said one man with a wave at the great corpse floating in the harbor. No one had heard anything about Typhoon's disappearance, but they were all nervously sure that he would "be out at any moment" to help the nation handle this particularly great crisis. "The palace guards might know something more," Mark murmured, "or one of the royals if we can catch them. I think all of them on the island but Nina were actually there in the palace when the sky opened up and when Typhoon went away..." Smearing menthol under his nose (luckily, Mark hadn't yet noticed the scent), Edge went to help Midnight with the autopsy, a deeply unpleasant task. But at least they could do it quickly, and between his ability to warp space and Wander's mobility, they were able to help Trevor get a much faster look at the giant corpse than if he'd actually had to climb around on it himself. The exact cause of death was readily apparant - the city-block-sized heart of the fallen giant wasn't damaged, it wasn't destroyed, it was _gone_, with marks that it hadn't simply been cut out but had in fact been ripped out from the inside, as if some great force had simply acted right through oddly resilient, shiny flesh and bone to rip the watery organ free and then do...something with it? There was no sign of a heart that would have been taller than many of Freedom City's skyscrapers. A more detailed autopsy might have revealed more, but it wasn't bad for the work of some minutes.

That'll be enough to make sure there are no attacks launched by the two superhumans, TT.

"I make no claims to character," replied Murdock with that same serious tone. "I chose to live, and act for good, only because it is better to be alive than to be dead, and better to act for good than to simply be alive." He looked back at Keith, close enough for Wail to see that the other man lacked even eyelashes, and had hairline scars along his corneas to match those on his skin. When he spoke again, it was with real emotion in that all-too-human voice. "And it has been good. I have walked the streets of a free world, and seen children at play and young people in love, and seen stars and a sun in a sky untroubled by red." He'd also gotten a job and a girlfriend, but that wasn't anything Wail necessarily needed to hear about. "Amid the depths of the multiverse, this world and those like it are a paradise. To walk its streets, and to live as other men do...I am more grateful than I can say. I am...glad you came here today."

"Listen, Thresher, I am not an agent of any outside force," Caradoc was saying, "I am-" but suddenly Steve's explanation was interrupted by a sound he heard before, a sound he knew in his own way only too well. An entire town, screaming at once in one voice. The words, however, were very different, and he and Thresher wheeled wildly on the crowd in the plane as perhaps half the medical staff joined the distant chorus echoing from the tower, on the radio, everywhere either man could hear at once. "...Ah just wanted a normal family!" Miss A could hear it too, a voice speaking through Dr. Irons and all the adults inside the house, sending the children inside into tears, a voice that did indeed sounded like her brother Peter speaking through hundreds of throats all at once. "I could hear them in my bed, fightin' and carryin' on just like always! Ah was maybe dyin, and my baby was cryin, and they were just tearin' at each other like cats! A just wanted us to be happy for once, for once!" Tears were in "Irons" eyes. "But it didn't even work on them! It worked on everybody else, but not my own flesh and blood! It was all for nothin'!" "But ah couldn't stop," Stormchaser was screaming at Cobalt Templar and Cavalier, joined in a eerie chorus by Casey Jones and (they could distantly hear) the people of the nearby town. "Ah couldn't just turn it off! It just got bigger and bigger, every time ah touched somebody! Ah thought if ah could get the family together again, even my poor runaway Sissy, that would fix it, but ah couldn't find her anywhere! And then ah thought if we made it to Freedom City, maybe it could get fixed, and mebbe then they'd just stop fightin' and be a family for once!" Casey Jones, nearly weeping, was leaning on Cobalt Templar. "Was that really so much to ask? Just that we could all be happy and not be all broken-up inside one time?"

Blind Precog -John Keats PL: 10 (150) Abilities: 8 + 16 + 8 + 2 + 16 + 0 = 50 pp STR 18 (+4) DEX 26 (+8) CON 18 (+4) INT 12 (+1) WIS 26 (+8) CHA 10 (+0) Combat: 16 + 16 = 32 pp ATK: +8 (+14 melee) DEF: +14 (+6 Dodge Focus, +8 Base, +4 Flat-Footed) Init: +12 Grapple: +22 Knockback: -3/-2 Saves: 2 + 4 + 0 = 6 pp TOU +6 (+4 Con, +2 Defensive Roll) FORT +6 (+4 Con, +2) REF +12 (+8 Dex, +4) WILL +8 (+8 Wis) Skills: 6 pp=36 r Climb 1 (+5) Escape Artist 2 (+10) Gather Info 4 (+5) Intimidate 10 (+10) Investigate 4 (+5) Languages 1 (Braille) (Base: English) Medicine 2 (+10) Feats: 5 pp Blind-Fight Defensive Roll Grappling Finesse Improved Initiative Quick Draw [draw] Powers: 7 + 24 + 12 + 10 = 53 pp Device 2 (Baton, Flaw: Easy to Lose, PF: Subtle [collapsible]) [7PP] Damage 2 (PFs: Extended Reach 1 [10 ft], Improved Crit, Mighty, Variable Descriptor 1 [bludgeoning/piercing/slashing]) [4DP] Super-Movement 3 (Slow Fall, Swinging, Wall-Crawling) [6DP] Enhanced Feats 24 (Acrobatic Bluff, Attack Focus: Melee (6), Challenge (Fast Acrobatic Bluff), Defensive Attack, Dodge Focus (6), Evasion (2), Hide in Plain Sight, Move-By Action, Power Attack, Skill Mastery (Acrobatics, Notice, Sense Motive, Stealth), Takedown Attack (2), Uncanny Dodge (mental) [24PP] Enhanced Skills 48 (Acrobatics 12, Notice 12, Sense Motive 12, Stealth 12) [12PP] Super-Senses 10 (Accurate Acute Analytical Radius Ranged [6] Mental Sense, Precognition (Flaw: Uncontrolled)) [8PP] Drawbacks: 2 pp Blind (common, minor) [-2PP] costs abilities 50 + combat 32 + saves 6 + skills 6/36 + feats 5 + powers 53 - drawback 2 = 150 pts ------ Design Notes: Precognition is a common power in comics, but pretty problematic in game terms. Here's my attempt at a build that tries to use precognition to build a strong, savvy character - a disabled Daredevil-style acrobat who uses her precognitive abilities to make her a formidable character! (The blind prophet is a classic stock character, naturally, and we've had a few short-lived PCs with similar powersets) She's almost impossible to fool, since after all she knows what you're going to do before you do it, and very hard to hit for the same reason. Secrets are easy for her to penetrate, since she sees you revealing them already. She can hide because she knows exactly where you'll look! She has a melee weapon like Daredevil that lets her get around as well as more than hold her own in a fight, a baton that snaps open into a weapon that she can clobber, slice, or stab with at will. Her uncontrolled Precognition goes off whenever the GM wants it to; making it a perfect plot device for stories without making it a potential gamebreaker. Note that she actually is pretty impaired by her disability, which is why it's a drawback - she can't read printed text or what's on a computer screen, for example. If you'd rather just treat her blindness as a complication (and explain that she can do things like drive and read by using human conduits), there's room here to cut down her build. But as everyone's favorite disabled hero Toph shows, there's plenty of room for a character who has partially, but not entirely, overcome her disability thanks to her superpowers. Since she is blind with her powers negated (and suffers the penalty thereto), her PL does drop quite a bit - PL 6.5 offensively (with her baton), PL 5 defensively, but that's still not bad for a blind woman, and will be one heck of a surprise for mooks with power-nullifying gear.

Tou vs 32 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4186344/ 26 Bruised and Dazed!

Comrade Frost kept the look of approval off his face, not wanting to fill the dragon with shame. "Hmm." He rubbed his chin and peered up at the rocky ceiling, then suggested, "God has died, or is at least sleeping. Let us find Fleur de Joie, and investigate welfare of His people." While he could have dug his own way to freedom, it was far faster to ride with Gaian Knight, so instead he pointed up at the 'cave' floor above their heads and shot an inquiring look at the geokinetic. "I have been in situation before and must be handled with kid gloves. Would be best to give local citizens some surety about fate of Green Man and their own future. Would not do to have them come looking for slayers of divine one in next generation."

CT is up

The two heroes moved onto the attack, focusing for reasons of their own on the easily recognizable Star Knight over the flaming ring-bearer. Casey Jones swung a wild punch at Cavalier, something seeming to slow the veteran hero's reactions long enough to let the spaceborne Star Knight dodge the blow. The same could not be said, however, for Stormchaser, who swarmed in and hammered him with a rapid-fire series of blows that came down like the fists of an angry Fourth-Dimension ratatat. "Just shut up and let me think, damnit!" she yelled at him in an even heavier Southern accent as she landed a blow across his jaw that knocked him back a step. "Ah'm tryin' to think and everyone's jawin' at me!"

Mimic PL: 10 (150) Abilities: 2 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 4 + 4 = 16PP STR: 22 [12] (+6/+1) DEX: 22 [12] (+6/+1) CON: 22 [12] (+6/+1) INT: 12 (+1) WIS: 14 (+2) CHA: 14 (+2) Combat: 12 + 12 = 24PP ATK: +6 (+8 Melee, +14 Mimic/Unarmed) DEF: +14 (+8 Dodge Focus, +6 Base, +3 flat-footed) Init: +6/+1 Grapple: +14 Knockback: -3 Saves: 2 + 2 + 6 = 10 pp TOU: +6 (+6 Con) FORT: +8 (+6 Con, +2) REF: +8 (+6 Dex, +2) WILL: +8 (+2 Wis, +6) Skills: 56 r=14 pp Acrobatics 6 (+12, SM) Bluff 8 (+10, SM) Concentration 8 (+10) Craft (Chemical) 4 (+5) Knowledge (Life Sciences) 4 (+5) Language 1 (Spanish, Base: English) Medicine 8 (+10, SM) Notice 3 (+5) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Stealth 6 (+12, SM) Feats: 20 pp Acrobatic Bluff Attack Focus: Melee 2 Attack Specialization: Unarmed 3 Dodge Focus 8 Evasion Power Attack Second Chance (Concentration checks) Skill Mastery (Acrobatics, Bluff, Medicine, Stealth) Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (auditory) Powers: 34 + 10 + 10 + 10 = 64 pp Mimic 6 (all powers, Extras: Range 2 [Perception], Flaw: Tainted, PFs: Accurate 4) [34PP] Enhanced CON 10 (to CON 22/+6) [10PP] Enhanced DEX 10 (to DEX 22/+6) [10PP] Enhanced STR 10 (to STR 22/+6) [10PP] costs abilities 16 + combat 24 + saves 10 + skills 14/56 + feats 20 + powers 64 = 150 pts ------------------ Design Notes: Mimicking is a power often associated with villains in comics, but plenty of heroes (like the above-pictured Calvin Rankin [who has also been a villain; ah, the multiverse]) have used it as well. It's potentially an _extremely_ powerful ability, one that naturally comes with a high cost. I've chosen to build this fellow with relatively low levels of Mimic; he has 30 PP to spend on the power, and depending on your personal house rules on Variable Powers can't give himself more than 6 ranks of any particular power gained through his skills. He'd better be careful, because he also gets all the drawbacks that go with those powers too! How does he solve his icing problem, indeed. 30 pp may not seem like much, but it's actually quite a lot - it's enough to fly in space, throw fireballs, and otherwise imitate the abilities of other heroes or villains exactly. Most of the Kenson-influenced builds with Variable Powers have very high ranks, but that's generally not actually necessary. I've given him enhanced strength, speed, and durability to reflect powers he's permanently copied; enough that he's a Captain America-level athlete even without his powers. With his broad descriptors, you could easily justify him investing in whatever abilities you want! Remember that he can copy _anything_, but may not understand it - imitating the powers of a villain such as Malador or Omega could get him in hot water fast! (Plus, a lot of those guys are immune to their own powers, so watch out) With his skill, he might be a scientist who got lucky in inventing the ultimate superpowered serum (or maybe he stole it from sinister employers when he realized what they were going to do with it!) Or maybe he's just a particularly powerful mutant who has studied the biological arts to try and understand his own fantastic abilities. You could save points by cutting down on his very broad descriptors - maybe buying more skills and feats, or buying a higher rank of a narrower Mimic!

"Miss Americana? There's somebody attacking the plane!" came an alarmed voice over her radio. "A costumed agent in a mask with a staff. But Caradoc," Archetech employees had certainly seen lots of the armored hero, especially once his secret identity had started 'dating' the boss. "appeared out of nowhere and he's fighting him off!" The vibrations evidently hadn't been bad enough to disturb Gina in her rest aboard said plane, but they had to be close if she was actually getting a distress call. Following close, Dr. Irons offered with concern in his accented voice. "That fella sounds dangerous. We gotta get him out of that plane so we can get Peter and the family where they need to go!" He didn't seem to have noticed Miss A's slip; in fact, in his alarm he seemed to be agreeing with it automatically! The adults in the room behind seemed to agree, but it was tough to tell with the kids, who seemed to be moving around enough to try and keep the beautiful superheroine who'd come to save them in view.

Elegy: I propose we say the preliminary fight ends and we move straight into the investigation!

Mark wandered off to the mansion library while everyone researched, paging through volumes of Arabian lore in his usual distracted, short-attention span way. "It's really, really heavy," he said to Erin, "but if I work with Tempest, er, Nina and some of the other al-Darsahs, we can move it around a little. Disintevaporating it will be much easier when the time comes." Using the League scanners he was tapping into, Midnight found that there had indeed been an extra-dimensional incursion into the space around Socotra just before the gigantic corpse had appeared in the harbor. But this was no dimension he was immediately familiar with; it wasn't one the Liberty League had visited before, and was obscure enough that it wasn't in the usual Freedom League registry either. It did seem to be magical, as Cannonade had speculated - but that was all. Whatever was happening in Socotra was coming from terra incognita. "Wait a minute..." Mark looked up from the book he'd found and held it open to the others, revealing an artist's depiction of a red-skinned man in traditional Arab dress, one whose hand had been replaced by a single golden fist. "That can't be right, that can't be on Earth," he said doubtfully. The image was an artist's rendition of Hubal; king of the ancient Arabian pantheon, a moon god long since supplanted by Islam. He looked at the picture, then said seriously, "I think we need to go now..." --- Once everyone had their supplies, Mark opened a doorway and the heroes stepped through onto a jetty in Typhoon City harbor. The giant corpse was instantly obvious, looming over even the decadent skyscrapers and thrusting-high palaces by the harbor's edge. The floating wreck was perceptibly higher in the water than it should have been, a half-dozen lines of pure typhonic force in the water reaching out from various points along the shore showing where the al-Darsahs were doing their work to keep the harbor from slopping over. In the shadow of that great face, with mist still darkening what normally a clear blue sky, the air was cool - the faint, unmistakable noise of seagulls. Thousands of them. Behind them was the royal palace of the al-Darsahs, a sprawling compound dotted with statues of the royal family as tall as the several sub-palaces that surrounded the main building, a gaudy edifice of Arabian and Indian design with onion domes and curling gold minarets that served no spiritual purpose. It could have swallowed a half-dozen Midnight Manors, but lacked the character of that old house. There were uniformed guards posted in the green lawns and beneath the dragon trees that dotted the brick walkways of the palace grounds, but despite their assault rifles and body armor they did not seem interested in challenging the newly-arrived superhumans. Within a minute of their arrival, Nina al-Darsah appeared from over the harbor, riding a permanent wave that vanished as she leaped up to join them on the jetty. The usually sharp-tongued princess didn't seem as interested in her usual arrogant banter as she looked over at the corpse and said, "There's still no sign of Father. Not underneath or....inside, as far as Durian can sense." She swallowed, and took Mark's hand without seeming to think about it. "We have kept the animals of the harbor at bay as best we can, but they are many and this is a very great corpse."

Oh man, I'm sorry I haven't been offering more advice there, Elegy - I've been super-busy with IRL stuff and I just haven't been around enough to be a good help to you. My advice is keep it moving - if people don't post in a timely fashion, move on without them, and be consistent so people know you know what you're doing and that you're playing fair. Another thought is to stay combat-light: with only a few exceptions, posting speed in a big enough thread very often means that combat is really boring.

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4182279/ Casey Jones goes on 18 Stormchaser goes on 15 Casey Jones: 18 Stormchaser: 15 Cobalt Templar: 9 Cavalier: 3 Minus their usual teamwork, the Barnstormers don't do a good job of supporting each other. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4182281/ =12 slowed by his condition, Casey Jones misses his punch at Cavalier. Stormchaser tries to just punch him with her power punches http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4182286/ = 31! With an All-Out Power Attack. 28 and it goes over his defense by enough to get the full +4 from autofire, so that's a DC 32 Tou save for Cavalier. Ouch!

Initiative time for Cavalier and Cobalt Templar

"Yes, poor Gina," agreed Irons as he opened the door. "It would be so, so nice if the family could get back together, but she disappeared years ago when she went off to the city to be an actress." He shook his head. "It's a shame, because it's just so important for families to stick together. Especially, er, at a time like this. We've been trying very hard to find her, and that's definitely something we'll continue in Freedom City." He pointed inside, and sure enough looking through the windows Miss A could see almost the entire Evans family inside - Charlie's wife and kids, Peter's wife and kids, the whole bustling extended family that she'd sent so many secret presents to over the years. But the parents were missing; or at least not visible through the rear window, and there were other things wrong too - the adults seemed content, albeit concerned, without any serious worry about the grandparents who were supposedly freshly unconscious in the nearby master bedroom - the kids, though, were obviously on edge. The younger ones, the ones still being cossetted by their moms, were all right, but the older ones like Charlie III were tense, fright and hope on their faces as they looked out at Miss A. They were the ones enough to see that something was wrong. --- Suddenly the pretense seemed to drop; both Stormbreaker and Casey Jones seeming to lose a certain pretense they'd been putting on. "Stop it, damn it," said Casey Jones, fury and frustration crossing the older man's face even as his colleague's expression seemed to go oddly slack. In a heavy Southern accent completely unlike his usual speech pattern, he yelled "Ah'm tryin' so hard and you're ruinin' everything!" And then the two Barnstormers went for Cavalier and Cobalt Templar, and the fight was on!

It's a traaaap! And yes, come to think of it, they _both_ sound like they're from around here, which is weird since he's pretty sure neither of these heroes are local.

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4178234/ = 27 Cavalier just makes it!

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4178135/ = 14, natural 1 for Irons' Bluff. Miss Americana can tell that this story is totally bullcrap, particularly the part about her mom being helpful in a crisis situation and making sacrifices for her family. She can also tell that Irons is, however, legitimately concerned about the Evans' family and their situation, he really means that talk about how everybody in the family should get together during this crisis - it's obviously deeply emotionally important to him. With that natural 1, she can tell that Irons is hesitating as he calls Mrs. Evans by that name; at one point he calls her Ma and corrects himself.

"Oh, since the accident," said Irons seriously. "We've tried to make a space for everyone in the family, just as we'll do in Freedom City once we find a place there for Mr. and Mrs. Evans. This is a serious time of crisis, and everyone in the family needs to stick together." He walked by the boxes, some of them (particularly that wardrobe box she'd noticed immediately, still labeled "PAGEANT DRESSES - REGINA") very familiar to Gina Evans. "Even with her problem, Mother Evans was eager to help us out once we showed her just how urgent her son's situation was." He walked Miss Americana to the door, seeming not to notice her feelings about going inside. "Won't you come in? I would like to start getting everyone out to the city as soon as possible." - "We heard there wuz Grue activity around here," said Stormchaser as she flitted around in the sky. Sure enough, as Corbin listened, her accent _did_ sound different from the version he was familiar with from his own world - no, wait, this _was_ his own world, that other one had been his home for many years but it wasn't his native soil at all. "Some folks hear tell that there maght be Grue impersonatin' superheroes, pretendin' to be who knows what for their godforesaken alien purposes. Them folks is just a bunch of pod people anywayz." Her accent sounded almost...local? Ever the peacemaker, Casey Jones spread his hands. "Listen, I'm not one to pry, but we've had some real problems with alien infiltration in the last few years. You boys have both spent time in Freedom City, and I know how it is over there too. If it's not aliens, it's robots, and if it's not robots, it's demons, and if it's not demons, it's the damned Gorgon sending down clones. Anyway, all we need is for you boys to both submit to a blood screening so that we can make sure you are who you say you are, then we can all be on our way." - Caradoc stepped out of invisibility and parried the staff, smashing it against the side of the plane for a moment before the fast-moving man in armor pulled back his weapon. For a moment, the two figures faced each other as civilians scrambled for the rear of the plane, the doctors forming a protective cordon around their patient. Steve badly wanted to call Miss A, but lacked the internal ability to do so. Shouting, "Call Miss Americana!" in his mechanical voice, he raised his weapon at the costumed adventurer before him and said in Caradoc's voice "What is thy purpose here, varlet?" "You know damn well what I'm trying to do," spat the other man. "The name is Thresher, and I'm not going to let you take this anywhere!"

As the heroes talked, a sibilant hiss came from thin air just above the chalked circle on the parking lot. It was a voice like a great snake or other large lizard, like sandpaper rubbing together in a voicebox a little bit like a person's. It also sounded male, and maybe a little young. "Hey are you guysss coming? I can't go through myssself or I'll get in bad trouble. I know thisss is weird, but I promised Runsss I'd get her sssomething really great for her adulthood ceremony and I can't jussst go kill an ungulate for her like the other guysss, ssso I thought I'd get all her mammal friendsss to come to her party by sssurprise. C'mon, ssshe sssaid you guys do crazy ssstuff all the time!" There was the sound of a reptilian exhalation, and a faint sphere appeared about Min's head height inside the circle, the translucent ball acting like a window to reveal what sure enough was the head of a man-sized raptor, scales and short, patchy feathers on the head showing its ancestry that straddled both reptile and bird. "C'mon guysss, I'm worried about Runsss and the party. No one tellsss malesss anything but I think sssomething bad might happen. Sssince ssshe met you, her mother hasss been ssspeaking out againssst Orthodoxy and sssome of the believersss get pretty crazy when that happensss. We don't really have heroesss like you do. You wouldn't want to dump your friend who you fought that radioactive Orthodox sssupremacissst would you? Of courssse not." He had that kind of persuasiveness that teenagers are sure they have. "It won't be weird, anyone at Runsss' party isss probably pretty pro-mammal." "My name is Thinksss-And-Eatsss," he added proudly. "Nice to meet you."

I've lost track; when are you looking for a post from me, Elegy?