Avenger Assembled

Hoodoo Doctor PL: 10 (150) Abilities: 0 + 2 + 2 + 4 + 6 + 6 = 24 pp STR 10 (+0) DEX 14 (+2) CON 14 (+2) INT 14 (+2) WIS 16 (+3) CHA 16 (+3) Combat: 8 + 12 = 20 pp ATK: +4 DEF: +10 (+4 Dodge Focus, +6 Base, +3 flat-footed) Init: +2 Grapple: +4 Saves: 6 + 3 + 8 = 17 pp TOU +10 (+2 Con, +8 Protection) FORT +8 (+2 Con, +6) REF +5 (+2 Dex, +3) WILL +11 (+3 Wis, +8) Skills: 15 pp=60 r Diplomacy 7 (+10, SM) Intimidate 12 (+15, SM) Knowledge (Arcane Lore) 8 (+10) Knowledge (Theology and Philosophy) 13 (+15, SM) Language 2 (Greek, Hebrew, Base [English]) Medicine 2 (+5) Notice 7 (+10, SM) Sense Motive 7 (+10) Survival 2 (+5) Feats: 10 pp Benefit (Use Theology/Philosophy for Ritualist checks) Dodge Focus 4 Luck Startle [castigate] Ritualist Skill Mastery (Diplomacy, Intimidate, Knowledge [Theology and Philosophy], Notice) Uncanny Dodge (auditory) Powers: 3 + 47 + 1 + 8 + 4 = 64 pp Flight 1 (air-walking, 10 MPH/100 fps, PF: Subtle) [3PP] Hoodoo Array 22 (42 pp, PFs: Alternate Powers 5) [47 PP] BE: Healing 10 (healing, Extra: Range 2 [Perception], PFs: Persistent, Stabilize) {42/42} AP: Blast 10 (blight, Extras: Penetrating, Range [Perception], PFs: Subtle, Variable Descriptor 1 [any divine]) {42/42} AP: Drain All Ability Scores 10 (curse, Extra: Range 2 [Perception], Flaw: Action [Full], PFs: Slow Fade 1 [5 rounds], Variable Descriptor 1 [any divine]) {42/42} AP: Nullify Mind Control 10 (casting out, Extras: Duration [sustained], Effortless, PFs: Second Chance (Nullify), Ultimate Check [Nullify]) {42/42} AP: Obscure (visual and auditory, 1 mile) 10 (plagues, Extra: Selective, PFs: Precise, Variable Descriptor 1 [any divine]) {42/42} AP: Teleport 10 (parting the waters, Earth to Moon, Extra: Portal [+2], PFs: Progression 2) {42/42} Immunity 1 (aging) [1PP] Protection 8 [8 PP] Super-Senses 4 (Detect Infernal 2 [olfactory, Enhancements [Acute, Analytical]]) [4PP] cost abilities 24 + combat 20 + saves 17 + skills 15/60 + feats 10 + powers 64 = 150 pts ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Design Notes: Hoodoo, the long-misunderstood cousin of voodoo, is what happens to traditional African religions when they evolve together with Protestantism rather than Catholicism. (When it's with Catholicism, you get voodoo). Hoodoo is even more strongly integrated with Christianity than its Catholic cousin, with the Bible in particular as a key component of its rituals and Biblical figures like Moses considered some of the leading hoodoo doctors of history. It's a rich system of folk beliefs incorporating everything from early 20th century popular culture (when many of the first hoodoo books were published by the African-American press) to Pennsylvania Dutch folk charms (because those books were in the public domain when the first hoodoo texts were published). Why isn't hoodoo as famous as voodoo? Maybe because it lacked a metropolis like New Orleans, exotic Catholicism, or maybe it just had a better press agent. It's not a religion in its own right like voodoo, but it is still an important system of beliefs for many people. Hoodoo doctors use subtle magics to let people influence their own destiny; but that's a little boring in the context of a superhero comic book, so instead I've built this fellow with powers drawn from the Old and New Testament - he can heal the sick, summon blinding plagues of frogs or locusts, or castigate his enemies with blights and curses to strike at their too-mortal flesh. He can cast out demons, too, and find them where they're lurking - he can also open up a gateway to let his allies cross over, then close in the faces of an oncoming enemy army. This is a man chosen by a higher power for a greater purpose, one calling on the words of the Bible itself as his arms and armor. Obviously someone like this is potentially controversial in a shared setting, but strongly-held religious beliefs don't mean there's anything wrong with the character. Just as Superman doesn't go telling people about the glories of Rao, neither should this character for his personal pantheon - he knows who's on the side of right and the side of wrong, and doesn't need them calling on righteousness in the same language he uses to know what a good person is. If you don't want to play a person of faith, there's no reason you can't play someone chosen by a higher power he may not have believed in before he first picked up his great-grandpappy's heavily annotated Bible - the reluctant employee of the Almighty is a common enough trope in these kinds of stories. As a villain, of course, this is an odious fellow, a charismatic cult leader with powers to seemingly match the promises he makes to his followers. Of course, a bad guy is probably not calling on the God of the Bible...but he might believe that he is.

Ice crawled up the walls of the tunnel around Comrade Frost, who took a step back from the chilling aftereffects of his own power but didn't back away from his work as chilling, killing cold spread up the blackening vines. Too slow too slow - Fleur has the right idea. Frost was growing impatient with this fiend; this smiling avatar of a false god that had done so much horrors to this world and had sought to do so much more to other places, and other peoples. "<Come to me and die, you miserable bastard,>" he said in venomous Russian, his eyes turning red for just a moment beneath his hood before he shouted in English, "Target what lies beneath the armor! Woody skin is tough but flesh beneath will freeze or crush just as well as any flower!"

Searches include "Gina Evans actress", "Gina Evans beauty queen", and the occasional "Gina Evans exotic dancer". They include locations like Kansas City, St. Louis, and Chicago, with the occasional New York City. As far as where they came from; they start in Boonville and then quickly 'pop up' in Blackwater, until they seem to be most computers in towns of any size in Cooper County. So far there are virtually none outside the county, just at its fringes. There are none from the IP addresses she recognizes as belonging to her parents or her brother Peter. The first searches she can find are on the Boonville hospital computers, almost immediately after Peter was brought in.

The Evans family - There's nothing until a few days ago; at least, nothing she wouldn't expect. Just as usual, this part of the country is way too far out for there to be any serious supervillian activity. But then suddenly, in just the last 48 hours, people all over Cooper County have started doing searches - searches for HER! Gina Evans is too general a name for her to look for all the time, but there are too many here to ignore - Googling, Peoplefinder, white pages, people flailing around all over the Internet for her. Somebody even put out an APB for someone matching her description from some years ago. The weird thing is, for all that hundreds of people are searching, it's all so clumsy it had escaped her attention before. It's as if somebody, or a group of somebodies, with no real understanding of technology have spent the last day and a half trying to find her by looking for her online. Cooper County police radio traffic - She finds some highway patrolmen passing by on I-70. Some ambulances from Pettis County and others near the edge of the city. Otherwise, as far as she can tell, there is no emergency radio traffic at _all_ in Cooper County.

Swiftly removing a glove, Frost glided over to the bound car and gripped its bumper tightly with one hand. "Stop what you are doing," he told the animate object, hoping it was sentient enough to listen to reason. When it did not listen, he unhesitatingly drew inward the heat of the car - first its revving engine, then its lights and battery, and then deeper still. The car crashed suddenly to the earth and stopped its momentum, Silver Spider's strands and vehicle both suddenly wrapped in a coating of pure white ice, the temperature around Frost dropping hard and fast enough to frost over teller windows and make peoples' breath mist in the air. When a frozen door snapped off and struck the earth, shattering like glass, Frost whirled on the others. "Animated objects have a master! We must find him; and stop crazy things as your cartoons do say."

Vampiric Strike vs the Green God, inflicting lethal so as to heal his own injuries. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4158663/= 19 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4158664/ = 24 w/HP, so that hits and inflicts a DC 27 Tou save. C'mon now, Green God, we've been fighting you for a couple of months now, let's flush you down.

If the car appears to be breaking through the snare, Frost will target it with an attack - http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4157438/. If a 17 hits, given its current condition (is it entangled or helpless from the snare?), that's a DC 27 Tou save for it. And the snare too; ah well.

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4157390/ Steve did quite poorly on his Search, but with a 27 on Stealth and Concealment, is able to hide aboard the plane for now.

There was a lot Steve wanted to say to Gina, but in the field was never a good time - especially not now. "You have my radio frequency. Call me if there is a problem." At that he erupted into the air on a column of brilliant flame, vanishing into the northwest after taking a few moments in the air to orient himself. It was a short flight to Marshall, even with his relatively slow speed, but he wasn't able to find the ambulance until just before reaching the airport - criss-crossing the many small country roads that lay between Blackwater and the town itself produced no sign of the missing vehicle until he finally caught it at the airport itself. He landed beneath the plane itself and held his position, his silence broken by startled exclamations from the crew of mechanics working on the plane itself. From their tone, they thought a plane had passed by the grounded jet! But with no plane in the sky and an invisible Omegadrone hiding in the shadows beneath, they went back to their work just seconds before the ambulance itself arrived. Invisible, Caradoc watched the medical team and their assistants still on the plane begin loading the unconscious Peter Evans aboard the plane. Something about the process struck him as peculiar, and he moved closer to watch. They were efficient, hard-working, and eager to get Peter Evans aboard the plane as quickly as possible, albeit as eerily silent as the rest of the town. He briefly considered climbing aboard before deciding to stay where he could handle emergencies; he took up an invisible position along one wing, ready to keep up with the flight while watching through the open windows of the flight itself. He shot glances at the cargo hold, wondering briefly what lay inside that was so important to Gina. Had she actually come out to this place? It boggled the mind, but if family was threatened, perhaps that had been reason enough for her. At that thought, just as the plane's doors began to close, Caradoc pushed the limits of his invisibility circuits to the limits and leaped - waiting until the airport's refueling truck was just about to touch the plane, he simply moved from his position by the wing and moved through the still-open door into the body of the plane proper. The confusion as people aboard shouted at the 'clumsy driver' was enough to let him find an unoccupied corner and lurk invisibly - a plane this large surely had the spare fuel capacity to absorb his extra weight!

Arichamus: El Heraldo [18] = 2PP King of Suits [7] =1PP + 25 GM posts = 32 = 3PP Red Moon [2] =1PP Wave-Eye [3] =1PP GM [25, to King of Suits, Red Moon, Wave Eye] (not enough to help anybody but KoS) AvengerAssembled: Edge 1 Post = 1 PP Citizen 3 Posts = 1 PP Comrade Frost 1 + 1 + 2 = 4 Posts = 1 PP +1 Ref PP = 2 PP Harrier 4 Posts = 1 PP Blue Rose Kit 2 Posts = 1 PP Stormbreaker 1 Post = 1PP Darksider42: Riff: 8 Posts = 1 PP Electra Fleur de Joie = 2 Posts = 1 PP Wander = 20 + 1 = 21 Posts Papercut no posts Miss Americana = 2 Posts = 1 PP Geez3r: Maxima [18] = 2PP GranspearZX: Arcturus 5 Posts = 1PP [+1 20Q] = 2 PP HG Morrison: Omen [20] + 8 GM = 3PP Glamazon [0] + 1 GM = 1PP GM [9] Jackgarprime: Victory: 1 Post = 1 PP KnightDisciple: Cobalt Templar = 1PP Fenris [7, to Cobalt Templar] =1 PP Gabriel [7] = 1 PP Raveled: Blue Jay: 1 + 3 = 4 Posts = 1 PP Ironclad: 5 + 2 = 7 Posts + 12 GM = 19 Posts = 2 PP Starlight: 0 Posts GM: 4 + 2 + 4 + 2 = 12 Posts. No designation assigned so rolling over to Ironclad Sorus: Blue Fox 6 Posts (+1 Refpoint) = 2 PP Willow = 5 Posts = 1 PP Supercape: Supercape 2 posts + 50 (GM) = 52 posts = 4pp + 1 (ref point) = 5pp Lord Steam 3 posts = 1pp Rene DeSaens 22 posts + 28 (28/52 Supercape Rollover) = 50 posts = 4pp + 1 (ref point rollover, Supercape) = 5pp Bloody Mess/The Hound 4 posts + 15 (15/52 Supercape Rollover) = 19 posts = 2pp Pitch 41 posts + 9 (9/52 Supercape Rollover) = 50 posts = 4pp GM 50 posts Thevshi: Velocity [40] = 3PP Tsunami [12+16 GM] 28 = 2PP TiffanyKorta: Blodeuwedd [14] +1 GM =2 pp Merge Trois [7] =1PP Revenant [7] remaining GM = 35 = 3PP Young Britannia [8] =1PP GM [29] TheAbsurdist: Asad [1] = 1PP Errant [4] = 1PP Trollthumper: Cannonade [7] = 1PP Nick C [2] = 1PP Cavalier [1+1 Refpoint] = 2PP Temperance [11 + 5] = 2PP GM: [5] Vahnyu: Hronos [7] =1 PP Net Fly [2 + 20 GM] = 2PP GM [20] If you passed a milestone this month, make sure to let us know so we can edit that onto your sheet for you.

"I'll start packing both the parents for medical transport to Freedom City," agreed Irons, his voice tense, but professional despite the emergency. "Peter's sister-in-law and two nieces are both unaffected," Irons informed her worriedly, "but I'm concerned about Little Chuck, er, Charlie Jr. He left the area and returned to Kansas City yesterday, and if he is contaminated by a Grue virus, it could be a serious problem. The whole family may potentially be at risk. If you could contact the Barnstormers, perhaps one of them could intercede and bring Charlie to Freedom City for treatment along with the rest of the Evans family. The ones we have, anyway." Irons sighed. "There's still that missing sister. If she's still in Kansas City and exposed to the Grue virus, who knows what could be happening?" At the look on Miss Americana's face, Caradoc interceded. He didn't know the Star Knight well, but Cavalier seemed to be an upright man, trusted by Gina, and certainly knowledgeable about technology. "Cavalier," he suggested, his voice losing its medieval tones entirely, "take over here for a moment. Miss Americana has business to attend to elsewhere." He'd failed enough today; he wasn't going to let Gina face this while wearing her new robotic face before Cavalier and her employees.

It didn't take long for the Kansas City cops to arrive on scene; the super-fight with cops in their area had gotten their attention pretty early on. But Cobalt Templar was a trustworthy guy and they didn't dispute his story for long - as a well-suited team of EMTs took the unconscious police officers away for study, Charlie and Corbin gave their statements. The KC cops promised they'd call the Barnstormers personally, but evidently the team had been occupied with some hero business over the 4th of July holiday and didn't seem to be available at the moment. This far from Freedom City, there weren't that many reinforcements to call in. For his part, Charlie didn't seem inclined to move far from his protector. "Listen, you've gotta get out there," he was telling Corbin. "Mah whole family is there and Ah don't know what's gonna happen. Ah'm...Ah'm not a man who asks for help easy, but Ah need your help here, Cobalt Templar."

The unconscious officers inside the car were no good target for Cobalt Templar's taunting - their eyes rolling and drool coming from their mouths, they looked dead to the world even through the windshield. The man in the back was still putting up quite a fight, yelling for help as Templar set the car down. "Oh, thank God!" he exclaimed. "Some superhero is actually paying attention." Once free, he kept his distance from the car and the unconscious officers, scrubbing his hands on his dirty jeans as if he was worried he'd catch some kind of disease. As soon as he was out of the car, he said, "Listen, uh, buddy, this is all going back to my hometown, Blackwater. I moved out a couple of years ago and got hitched here." He took off his trucker hat and ran his hand through his blonde crewcut. "My kid brother was in a truck wreck there this week, and I took the family back to visit. But everything was all...messed up, even more so than usual. I wanted to leave, but my wife and boy, they both wanted to stay with their grandpa for a little while. Next thing ah know, nobody's leavin' town! And they want me to come back, all urgent-like. That's when I started calling the Barnstormers, when the cops weren't no help." His accent was getting thicker. "Ah...ah didn't know whut to do before you got here."

Sure, KD, that'll work just fine.

Cobalt Templar threw open the garage doors and found an old Chevy truck on one side and a vacant spot where a car used to sit on the other; there was a calendar on the wall and a workbench with what looked like woodworking tools. There was no sign of a meth lab - this looked like any typical blue collar garage in his experience, albeit without the patriotic posters or "NEVER SURRENDER - DEATH TO SUPREME" placards most men of a certain generation still hung proudly in their homes. When he turned around to inform the officers of that he saw their cruiser speeding away down the street, lights flashing and siren wailing! Looking in the back window, he could see the prisoner loaded aboard as the car turned a corner and disappeared! It would probably have been a bigger obstacle for a man without supersonic flight, sure.

DC 20 Will save for Cobalt Templar

"I tried that already, man!" yelled the prisoner. "They didn't say boo to me, they just-" The younger deputy was getting a little rougher now, and actually pinned the guy to the ground enough to muffle whatever he was trying to yell. The older deputy, for his part, came over to pat Cobalt Templar on the shoulder in a paternal sort of way. "Son, I appreciate you thinking we're as high-tech as you fancy city boys in Freedom City, but we don't even have computers in our squad cars, and by the time I got through KC dispatch this whole place might go up. You can fly how fast?" he asked with an avuncular smile. "C'mon now, Terry, don't be too rough on Charlie there! We gotta get him on the road pronto." A few of the neighbors were out on the lawn watching the festivities, but nobody moved to intervene - it was the kind of neighborhood where getting picked up by the cops was routine, or maybe the locals were just scared.

The two officers, a young man who looked fresh out of training and an older, more experienced man with a greying mustache, looked up at Cobalt Templar's arrival and seemed to hesitate. That gave time for the man they were wrestling into the car, a bearded guy in a blue work shirt and jeans, to yell, "They're crazy! They got the same crazy my wife and kids got!" He was yelling something about trying to call the Barnstormers when the younger officer went to wrestle him down and while the older addressed Cobalt Templar. He seemed to recognize the long-time defender of the area, as befit a man so old...no, as befit somebody aware of a new young hero like Corbin. "Easy there with the ring of fire, chief! Man's got a meth lab in the garage big enough to take out this whole block. Watch where you use that thing." The meth lab talk seemed to outrage the prisoner even more, but despite his intent the young guy pinning him down wasn't going for his taser or his club. The older man went on, peering up at Corbin from under the rim of his hat. "We're taking him back to Cooper County for his arraignment, when lo and behold we find out he's up to his old tricks. If you could fly over and get the Kansas City cops to send in the bomb squad back there, we'd be mighty obliged, and so would all the good folks round these parts."

Both Cavalier and Miss A know enough about Grue technology to know that

Kansas City, Missouri Meanwhile, Cobalt Templar soared through the skies of Kansas City, only recently back on terra firma after being a very long way indeed. He was just passing over the suburb of Kearney, heading over an area of small working-class single-family homes, with tiny specks of green yard that were at the same time a world better than the typical sights where he'd just been. When suddenly, the familiar sound of fighting caught his ears - looking down he could see policemen struggling on the front lawn of one of those small homes, trying and failing to drag a big, muscular guy in his mid-thirties towards a waiting police car. That was no strange sight; but Corbin was close enough to read the painting on the police car. Those Cooper County cops were a long way indeed from their home jurisdiction. - With his idea shot down, Caradoc took this opportunity to go below and help Cavalier with the salvage, bringing up all the containers in a matter of moments. It was dark down there, and cold, but that was no more an obstacle to the Omegadrone than it was to the Star Knight. It didn't take too long for the soaking-wet armored titans to find the Grue broadcasting signal - sure enough it was an automated distress beacon from what would have been the heart of a Grue ship, something armored enough to survive a crash, or in this case being shot down and kept in a vault for several decades. Across the state, Miss A's phone rang. She immediately recognized the voice of Dr. Irons. "Miss Americana?" she heard him say. "Hello, this is Dr. Irons from Cooper County General. I was calling to let you know we could use your help with another medical matter. Did any one from your medical team stay here in Blackwater?" He explained that another medical emergency had happened at a site close to the accident. "Both the Evans', mother and father, have slipped into an unconscious state like Peter's. I'm treating them at their home now, but I'd like to get them to Freedom City as soon as possible if you have the transport equipment still handy."

"I think the ladies have the right idea," said Edge with a nod, his cape swishing behind him as he took a step back - his powers were ranged, the sort that made it sensible for him to stay out of a melee, unlike most of the rest of his team. Even if he did really want to punch people sometimes. "If your people have some kind of magical geas thing or whatever, we can find you wizards who can help you with that. Heck, I can just make you gold if that's what they need so badly." His eyes narrowed behind his mask. "That's if they're dying out here or something. This isn't a team that's going to help people who teamed up with the Nazis so they could take over a country other people lived in. We mostly beat them up."

Sorry for the delay. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4147300/ 2 Which may well be what Comrade Frost says!

"Will be no problem," the Russian hero assured what looked like all young people surrounding him. "Freedom City has many bank robberies and people come through all right." Privately he thought that was a natural vice of such a capitalist city, but wealth redistribution where people were being threatened with harm was naturally something any decent person would oppose. Out loud, he clapped all the young people on the shoulder, his hands distinctively icy cold through his heavy gloves. "Come, let us save these people from capitalism run amuck, eh?" And then with a Centurion wink, he transformed again into icy fog and poured his way underneath the doors, leading the way into whatever threats lay on the other side! It was the least he could do.

For a man who had seen the mightiest rivers of a thousand worlds, the small Blackwater River; a sub-tributary of the Missouri, was no great stream. With the sensors in his suit, taken together with advice radioed down to him from the Archetechnicians overhead, it was easy enough for him to find his quarry. The cargo containers, buoyed down by their heavy cargo, had fallen beneath the surface and stayed there. A few had cracked open and partially spilled their contents onto the muddy river bottom; the still-stirred silt probably the only reason they couldn't be picked out from surface level. There weren't that many down below; these would be easy enough to bring to the surface. For his part, with Miss A busy with the extraction and Cavalier down below, Caradoc stood on a piling and peered at nearby Blackwater. Emotional discomfort was nothing new to him, but he could tell she didn't want him close just then. And there was no reason to send them both into the water. So instead he studied the town that had this unknown connection to Gina's past, and seemed almost mute as the recovery process went on before he suddenly said, "Why have there been no efforts at salvage? The truck was unmarked. Surely the police would have sought to pull this from their river."

"A despot in her own world, she fears to enter this one. A common vice, for her kind," said the former Omegadrone with distaste as the doorway between dimensions closed behind them, leaving the fae where they belonged. With the mission done, Harrier chose to exercise the better part of valor. "I recommend calling the Freedom League immediately," he said to the other heroes seriously. "They have those among them who can help the displaced. If you wish to finish our business, Wail," he added, that dead growl of a mechanical voice without hostility, "you may find me at the Albany subway station at this time tomorrow. It is your right." And with that, fire belching smoke and flame as his armor shrieked like a damn soul, Harrier roared off into the Freedom City night, leaving the others and the civilians behind.