Avenger Assembled

Citizen Taunts Populace 1 as a standard action: DC 25 Will save. I'll have him then surge (and spend an HP) and make a standard attack action: Roll(1d20)+16: 14,+16 Total:30 OK, nice. That's a DC 23 Tou save.

"Sure," said Sharl agreeably, "I won't ruin anything." He knew how protective Earth fathers were of their daughters, if TV was any judge, so he kissed her lightly on the lips and looked around for her family. He was excited, but did his best to play it cool, not wanting to give away that what he and Eliza would be studying that night had nothing to do with education and everything to do with...he'd have thought of a better metaphor, but it was pretty hard to concentrate that far ahead. "Don't worry, you can count on me." He made sure to hold her hand, and nothing more, as they headed into her family house. "Wow," he said automatically, even with his practice with Gina's house, "This place is huge! Does all your extended family meet here?"

"Frau Schmidt," said Mark immediately, "your pardon but I have to get going now." He stepped out of the kitchen, gave the too-friendly old lady a big smile, and disappeared-and appeared on the rooftop with Wander. "Man, lucky Cannonade called when he did," he commented as he took her hand for the teleport out. He'd studied ahead for once and memorized where everyone was likely to be posted. "I wasn't sure how much of that I could-" and disappeared with Wander, the two of them reappearing outside the club where Midnight and La Renarde Bleue had been posted. "take. That lady needs a bingo game, and maybe to get out to Freedomfest or something. Ride's here!" he called out loud. When they were all together, or rather when he was pretty sure even the sneaky ones were together, they vanished en masse and reappeared on the rooftop next to Cannonade .

"That's one of my powers, sure," agreed Mark, who was rarely one to brag. When the boots were on, he headed out with the engineer. "I can't fly, if that's what you're asking," he commented, "so we're walking whatever we wind up doing." As his boots squished along on the increasingly muddy surface beneath their feet, Edge had one of the brief moments of disconnect between where he was and what he'd expected to be doing just a few years earlier, but shook it off quickly. "I've been working closely with hydrokinetics lately, so I've got some special training in flood relief. The easiest thing to do is just open a vortex and suck it away somewhere else, or put down a polymer gel and then dissolve that...

His storms are smaller than they once were. Hmm. But pointing such things out were deeply declasse in the middle of a fight, so instead Frost went into action. He seemed to dissolve at the others watched, spreading on the wind into a white, whirling bank of icy cold fog with two red eyes in the center of it. "Allow me to CHILL your burning desire for REVENGE!" He floated through the crowd like the touch of death and settled against a pinned tzitzimimeh who thrashed only briefly before before it seemed to freeze solid, an icy sheen growing on it as its now-frigid skin hit the air. There was none of the fancy ice sculptures of more conventional cold controllers, simply a blue-white, stiff sheen over a freezing monster. Frost hmmed, viewing the scene from inside the cloud that was his flesh, and decided to reassure his more squeamish allies. "They do not live! They are no more than demons! Banish them to the realm from which they came!"

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Free: Pop Insubstantial 2 (the descriptor for which is icy fog) Move: Move to the nearest bound snake lady SURGE Full: Attack the nearest bound Tzitzimimeh with his Vampiric Strike as a coup de grace (he is doing lethal here, yeah) All-Out/Power Attacking for 2: Roll(1d20)+8: 4,+8 Total:12 From http://www.wizards.com/dnd/dice/dice.htm OK, so that's a DC 29 damage save.

Black Prince PL: 10 (150) "Heavy is the head that wears the crown." Abilities: 14 + 14 + 14 + 4 + 6 + 4 = 56 pp STR 24 (+7) DEX 24 (+7) CON 24 (+7) INT 14 (+2) WIS 16 (+3) CHA 14 (+2) Combat: 12 + 12 = 24 pp ATK: +6 (+10 Melee) DEF: +10 (+1 Dodge Focus, +3 Shield, +3 flat-footed) Init: +15 Grapple: +17 Knockback: -5/-3 Saves: 1 + 3 + 5 = 9 pp TOU +10 (+7 Con, +3 Protection) FORT +8 (+7 Con, +1) REF +10 (+7 Dex, +3) WILL +8 (+3 Wis, +5) Skills: 72 r = 18 pp Acrobatics 8 (+15, SM) Bluff 8 (+10, SM) Climb 8 (+15, SM) Diplomacy 8 (+10) Intimidate 8 (+10, SM) Languages 3 (Arabic, Chinese, English, Base: Swahili) Notice 7 (+10, SM) Sense Motive 7 (+10, SM) Stealth 8 (+15, SM) Survival 7 (+10, SM) Feats: 26 pp Accurate Attack Acrobatic Bluff All-Out Attack Attack Focus: Melee 4 Benefit 4 (Fame, Status, Wealth 2) Challenge 4 (Accelerated Climb, Fast Acrobatic Bluff, Fast Startle, Fast Taunt) Dodge Focus Evasion Improved Initiative 2 Move-By Action Power Attack Skill Mastery 2 (Acrobatics, Bluff, Climb, Intimidate, Notice, Sense Motive, Stealth, Survival) Startle Takedown Attack Taunt Uncanny Dodge (olfactory) Powers: 13 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 17PP Device 3 (Princely Regalia, Flaw: Hard to Lose, PF: Restricted [royal family]) [13PP] Protection 3 [3DP] Shield 3 [3DP] Strike 3 (PFs: Variable Descriptor 2 [bludgeoning/energy/piercing/slashing]) [5DP] Super-Movement 2 (Wall-Crawling 2) [4DP] Leaping 1 (x2 distance [using Skill Mastery Acrobatics: running long jump 52', standing long jump 26', high jump 13']) [1PP] Speed 1 (10 MPH, 100 fps) [1PP] Super-Senses 2 (Acute [olfactory], Low-Light Vision) [2PP] costs abilities 56 + combat 24 + saves 9 + skills 18/72 + feats 26 + powers 17 = 150 pts ----------------- Design Notes: Here's an African royal, comic-book style, ready to function as a perfectly fine Year One Black Panther (or White Lion!) for your thread or game. He's smart, charismatic, and above all fast - a physical paragon to match any super-soldier, wearing an armored costume that lets him climb right up walls, with super-senses and extra agility gained from eating some rare herbs of his home soil. I consciously built this guy along Year One lines - he's got good skills and he's an impressive physical specimen, but he doesn't have the tactical experience or technological skills of his more familiar incarnations. I think he works best as a crown prince rather than a king, by the way - that lets him have the wealth and access to the corridors of power, as well as some element of celebrity (i.e., great thread opportunities) without leaving open awkward questions about who's running the country back home. It may seem a little odd to build a totem/costumed adventurer type with no tradeoffs, but with his feats this guy can juggle his tradeoffs at will, and with his skills catch anyone flat-footed either by sneaking, scaring, trash-talking, or just out-leaping them. He can take hits and dish them out (thanks to well-aimed strikes and his armored costume) enough to hang with some of the toughest bad guys out there. You rarely see characters like this as particularly fragile! With the claws in his costume and the occasional energy dagger, as well as a good old-fashioned loaded fist, he can lay the hurt on just about anybody. Our own Dakana is a fine place for this guy to be from - no reason why he can't be the latest White Lion! Dakana avoids some of the more bothersome tropes of its inspiration Wakanda - there are no secret cancer cures or bizarre super-rich African civilization, just a wealthy nation with access to high technology, and an unbroken line of kings that managed to fend off outside conquest thanks to their wisdom and power. This young man isn't quite ready for that wisdom yet, but he's got a good heart and is going in the right direction. Working with superheroes will do wonders for him. No reason you can't make up your own hermit kingdom for him to be from, either - don't feel tied to Marvel! There's a reason I put my Latveria expy in the Indian Ocean, after all. Played as a villain, this guy is a perfectly fine jaded aristocrat turned rogue hunter, a Kraven with wealth and power.

On a column of blazing fire, Caradoc descended to join the others, feeling a little out of place among the more subtle heroes. He felt a momentary awkwardness surrounded by superheroes, but reminded himself of the necessity of his investigation and getting help for it. "Forsooth, there was one taken from another dimension. A refugee to this world from another one." He told the others the story of the disappearance he was investigating, occasionally stumbling over a bit of faux-medievalisms as he tried to stay 'in-character'. It had been a while since he'd adventured behind the disguise, and was a little out of practice. "He was a drunk and known to disappear. Even the League has barely looked. But he has not disappeared since he found yon crimson maid. I do not believe he would have abandoned her, and the coach was no coincidence. But I am no investigator."

Edge: River Claims Its Own Vaulted Door Harrier: Remember Who You Are The Darkness Within Citizen: Walking on Water Backstage Pass Sharl Ex Machina Someday Somehow Comrade Frost: Bricks of Babylon Here There Be Dragons Leaves On The Wind

Comrade Frost readies an action - an attack on the big fat monster! He goes insubstantial Let's call this an attack with his Thermovorous Touch - inflicting non-lethal. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4017333/ 13 Well! Teach me not to have more HP/applicable complications. I'll hold off on posting IC until the monster actually enters melee with the crew on the rock.

At that precise moment, a knight in silver armor flew over Cannonade's head, a jetpack shaped like a dragon's head roaring black and red flame as he hovered over the scene. With his massive silver blade hanging at his side, Caradoc looked to visual inspection like a particularly technophiliac mystic, or a particularly old-fashioned gadgeteer. The Omegadrone beneath the holographic armor was, of course, neither. I am no detective, Harrier thought as he grimly turned over in his mind what had led him to this place. Disappearances from FLSCH weren't all that uncommon, even with the tracking devices in the building, given that circumstances meant that some of the Cline's residents were unable to live contentedly among the inhabitants of Freedom City. The League investigated, always, but sometimes not as hard as they might have. Peter Irons, alcoholic and political crank, refugee scientist from a world overrun by genetically engineered economic collectivists, had not been popular with most of his neighbors - but Steve had gotten to know his one-time neighbor well, and even introduce him to the refugee alien that was his girlfriend. He has never disappeared this long even when the drink has him. Something else is happening. His investigation had had one result; Finley had reluctantly turned over the gold bars that had been left in Pete's apartment to Steve, who she trusted more than the League members who had done a desultory investigation based on her call. He was bought by something. Something with an obligation to pay...but where do I go from here?

"I guess that's true," Mark admitted. "It's never been easy for me to look for help, but it's good to have somebody to talk to about things like this. You're really my best friend, you know? You and Trevor, and Joe too." He certainly couldn't talk to his mom about it, and he sensed Nina's advice would be rather less than helpful. "I know I'm not ready to be a dad, and at least I'm safe on that end too." He grinned. "Though when I do have kids, and someday I will, you and Trevor are totally godparents. Chris and Liz are on the list too, but you guys first. Any kids our generation has are going to grow up with the super thing right from the beginning, and you need...you need a good hand for that, otherwise things get a little weird." Lunch was winding down about then, and Mark had to resist the urge to try and pay the bill - he knew Erin was fine with money these days.

"Oh, I did the math the other day, and I guess we'd be starting on Clara about, well, now if we were in that timeline." He looked down at his food for a moment, then back at Erin. "Weird to think about. I mean, I...I really don't want to have kids right now, that's for sure!" He didn't even add 'especially not with you', because that would have been rude. "It's just...I grew up thinking that there was an order to things, you know. To the universe, to our lives, to what happened...People had their role in life, even if it was a bad one, and things happened the way they were supposed to happen. Because they did, for me, all the time! But now...I don't know. I guess it's easier for me to think about one future, even if I know it won't happen, then admit I can't really control the future at all." He blushed. "Listen, I'm sorry, I know I don't have any right to complain. I've had some bad stuff happen, but I'm still really, really lucky. I just wish everyone else I love was lucky too."

"I think we're safe from the you and me having kids thing," said Mark with a grin. Seeing that the subject had Erin legitimately unsettled, though, he sobered and went on. "I think that, in any timeline, Trevor and I are different enough that whatever mistakes we made there, you're not likely to make with him here. Trevor's a good man, and he won't...I got the feeling that the mistakes were on the other Mark's end. Even I noticed that she called _you_ Mom." He met her eyes and went on, "And you guys are really good together, seriously. I know all this is really weird and new, but I have a feeling you guys'll be fine. You guys are smart, you're in love, he's got that cool old house with the stuff underneath it...man, living there will be great! And c'mon, you can't have messed up more relationships than me, right? You never got bit on the butt by anything, and you never had somebody get all weird on you like Faith did, and your boyfriend's not going to be a super-villain."

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"Insurgents! Feh, I hate insurgents." Frost dissolved into icy fog and mist in the middle of the Humvee, only two glowing red eyes visible of what had been his face. The Frost-cloud hovered above the Humvee and seemed to grow towards one side of the roadbed, rising up to _envelop_ a whole bank of rooftops and leaving behind it frozen guns and shivering, paralyzed men falling into the edge of hypothermia, their bodies covered in ice in the middle of a hot desert day. He didn't make cold, he drained heat, the energy pouring into the dimensional rift that was at the very core of his essence He was about to turn to grapple the other side of the road when he saw the living storm pour its way into Cannonade's vehicle. "Come to me, desert wind!" he called as he poured off the Humvee and began floating there. "Let us see if the frosts of the tundra can freeze even your fiery heart!"

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"I am no mortal," replied Frost, his distaste for the God of Lies suitably displaced by his feelings about the flesh-eating snake-fiends of Aztec lore. "And neither, you will find, are most of these others." He began taking off his heavy gloves, flexing white-blue fingers underneath, as he moved to put his very resilient body between the fallen godling and those who wanted his flesh. "Whatever crimes Set has committed and I have no doubt they were both legion and egregious, this is no world where men can be dragged away to torture and punishment by powers beyond those of mortals, whether those powers represent Assemblage or otherwise. Go from this place and tell your masters they must look elsewhere. There is no sun for you to devour here, nor warm summer days of blood and slaughter. Instead, you will find the cold embrace of wintery defeat should you tarry. The Sun has set on your empire."

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"That's creepy," Citizen pronounced, suddenly fed up with this weird situation and these weird creatures. "You're creepy, this whole thing is creepy," he said, pointing to the weird extra-dimensional creatures. "Listen, I don't know what you are, but trust me, as weird and wrong as a lot of things about this city are, the people here seem to like it and you can't just fly in and make them live the way you want." He threw up his hands. "Look, I know where you're coming from. It's weird how everyone dresses differently here, and it's confusing how everyone looks different, but it's really not that bad once you get to know it, and it's actually kind of cool. So anyway, she's the diplomatic one, so I'll just say you need to get out of this dimension and go back to whatever vibrational plane of conceptual conformity you came from. C'mon now," he said with a wave, "let's go."

They made arrangements for Sharl to come over that weekend, giving Eliza plenty of time to 'introduce' him to her parents. Over the next couple of days, he thought about bringing the subject of intimate relations up with Gina, but decided against that. He was pretty sure Gina had sex, since Steve was staying over at her place all the time now and he'd caught them together that one time he tried not to think about, but she was like his cool, albeit angry, big sister, and he didn't particularly want to hear advice from her about sex, just as he was pretty sure she didn't want to hear him answering those kinds of questions. He did make arrangements for Koshiro to cover for him the night he was planning to stay very late at Eliza's, using the same kinds of tactics that Sharl had used when Koshiro was making his solo expeditions into town. Though Koshiro was a bit surly at the news, Sharl still got a high-five for his plans before the afternoon he headed over to Eliza's place before the dinner hour one Saturday night. He was carrying with him a no-fooling paper book of all things, an Intro to Computer Science that would be easy enough to explain as something he was an expert on, and had dressed conservatively in a white shirt and slacks, just the thing to impress a girl's parents. Surely this would work.

"Ah, damn, where's Knorozov when you need him..." None of the languages of the natives of North America were spoken by Comrade Frost, an omission that would surely be a problem today. "Tzitimitl," he said after a moment's recollection. "Fertility deities who eat men's flesh when there is eclipse, and attempt to devour Sun itself." He shrugged. "Aztecs were strange people, what can I tell you? This is not even the strangest thing they once knew. Fine conversationalists and protectors of women in labor when they are not provoked. But they are often provoked. Imagine serpentine midwives who hunger for manflesh with divine power at...well, explain later." He shot a look at Set and Sekhmet, evidently waiting for an explanation. "If they have come to Earth, it is not for any easy business. Suggest we prepare ourselves." He thought for a moment, then said, "Sutekh, they wouldn't be working for Apep, hmm? Snakes that devour Sun that they are."

"Excellent," replied Comrade Frost, adjusting his parka unconsciously as he looked around the room. He walked up to the linked native devices and rested a gloved hand against them, feeling the electric heat of the metal beneath. "We could destroy these and return to our dimension, leaving only ashes and frozen steel in our wake. Even if the technology can be rebuilt, which I am skeptical of given what we have seen here, we would have demonstrated that we are not to be trifled with. But I am loathe to leave these people to their fate, not to mention leaving such an enemy left uncaptured." He turned back to the others. "So, what should we do, hmm? I suggest we find local inhabitants and gain some idea of reality of this place. If all are like Annabelle, it will..clarify our task some. And then there is contacting authorities outside of forest..."

"You are very pretty young man," said the old woman with a smile as she patted Mark on the knee, sitting close to him on her musty old couch as they poured over creaking old photo albums that showed in black and white the inner circle of the Ubersoldaten at the start of World War II. "You remind me of your grandfather Jimmy. Now there was a pretty young man, I tell you, I remember when we captured him and Freedom Eagle and he told me, "Fraulein, if you get me out of these trap, I will get you into this-" Luckily, Mark was saved from a dire fate indeed by by Cannonade's message, and he briefly excused himself to talk on his communicator in the Bavarian-style kitchen. "Nothing, nothing of interest here," he said with a little cough, glancing through the passthrough at the frail old woman was leafing through her old photo albums with a look of great interest on her face. Mark had an eye for lovely women, and he could see in the frail old German emigre the tall, athletic Jaegerin who had gone from would-be Olympian in 1940 to super-soldier for her native Austria. Her lack of superpowers meant she had avoided prosecution afterwards, having presented herself as a commando in a mask rather than something more sinister. "Hannah Schmidt may have the biggest private collection of Ubersoldaten gear in Freedom City, but I don't think she's a likely theft risk. This house looks like any other senior citizen's place and she's been off the bad guy radar for thirty, forty years...."