Avenger Assembled

Freedom Angel attacks the goons, readying an Interpose for anyone attacked by the two bad guys. He takes ten and power attacks. He'll start with Soldier 3, inflicting a DC 30 Tou save on everyone within his reach.

Acrobatic Genius Abilities: 46 pp STR 20 (+5) DEX 18 (+4) CON 20 (+5) INT 24 (+7) WIS 14 (+2) CHA 10 (+0) Combat: 32 pp ATK: +8 (+11 Melee/+15 Unarmed) DEF: +15 (+4 flat-footed) Init: +4 Grapple: +15 Saves: 10 pp TOU +5 (+5 Con) FORT +7 (+5 Con, +2) REF +7 (+4 Dex, +3) WILL +7 (+2 Wis, +5) Skills: 80 r=20 pp Acrobatics 11 (+15) Climb 5 (+10) Computers 8 (+15) Craft (Electronic) 8 (+15) Craft (Mechanical) 8 (+15) Disable Device 3 (+10) Investigate 3 (+10) Knowledge (Technology) 8 (+15) Notice 8 (+10) Pilot 1 (+5) Search 3 (+10) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Stealth 6 (+10) Feats: 24 pp Acrobatic Bluff Attack Focus: Melee 3 Attack Specialization: Unarmed 2 Beginner’s Luck Dodge Focus 7 Eidetic Memory Evasion Inventor Jack of all Trades Master Plan Online Research Power Attack Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (auditory) Powers: 18 pp Gadgets 2 (Hard to Lose) (Extra: Action (Free) [+2]) [18 pp] costs abilities 46 + combat 32 + saves 10 + skills 20/80 + feats 24 + powers 18 = 150 pts ---- Design Notes: Here's an acrobatic gadgeteer in the vein of DC's Blue Beetle II; a Badass Normal who's just about as athletic as he is smart. He's a good inventor and investigator, as well as a good utility player with his Gadgets handy. Note that he can at least function as a brain in any capacity thanks to his Beginner's Luck/Eidetic Memory/Jack of All Trades, enough that he can plug a lot of gaps on a potential superteam. While he's not as good in his core area of expertise as a focused gadgeteer or cowl, there's really no obstacle he can't handle with his broad range of feats, skills, and powers. I've included a few possible constructions for his Gadget power, but feel free to come up with as many as you like as long as you stay within the theme of a really tricked-out utility belt. If you want him to have a flying machine or zap gun, drop the gadgets, or discard them entirely and buy a stand-alone device or straight-up equipment. Note that as it is, he's just in the regular working class, so shuffle some points around if you want to give him some wealth or status. He works at the lab, but unless he plows all his money into its operation (or unless he's underage and his money is in a trust) he doesn't have access to the cold hard cash. In my mind, this guy works best as a happy Batman type; a skilled athlete and genius who decided to fight crime not out of any dreadful inner angst or ancient vow to his murdered parents, but rather because crime is bad and because superheroes are totally awesome. (I loved the bit with Ted Kord as a supplier for the early Justice League in Mark Waid's work, and his thoughtful expression after meeting them). He's something of a more focused, probably less irritating version of my Wealthy Thrillseeker from the very beginning of the thread, someone who's lacked direction most of their life but has now found fulfillment taking out bad guys! Give him lots of Intimidate if you want to make him more like Batman than Blue Beetle, on the scary side rather than flippy side. He's not really a people person; if he makes a lot of quips in combat, they're going to sound pretty corny and lame. Drop his INT some and buy up his CHA (or shuffle points around in some other way) if you want him to be more like a powerless Spiderman. You could make his background more sinister if you really wanted; perhaps his high physical and mental attributes are a product of selective breeding and he has only recently turned against his sinister eugenics-minded parents! Or maybe he just hit the luck of the draw genetically with an Olympian's body and Nobel Prize Winner's mind, and he's determined to pay back fate for how lucky he is!

"I was not aware that his memory had been altered," said Murdock, sounding faintly disapproving. He had hoped that his secret would remain in the minds of as many people as possible, fallen hero or not, to ensure his own safety: but he supposed Scarab and Phantom couldn't be blamed for protecting him alongside all the others in the city. "But you are correct. What you said to him had to be said. Comfort will be...difficult, for him." He hmmed for a moment, staring at that door, and said, "I will catch up with you later, Miss Americana. We can discuss the welfare of the animal, among other things." He leaned close to the door, so he could heard what was being said and done inside, and said, "When he is finished, I will speak with him."

16 Woof. Well, if that hits, I'll keep it. Same TOU DC as before. If not, he'll surge and do it again. Lemme know if I need to do that!

32 vs. Intimidate

14, so he is down to STR 6

There was dead silence again, so long that Willow was briefly concerned the High Sister was going to throw her aside like a malgrown seedling. "...LET US NOT QUARREL, SISTER. THERE ARE AN INFINITY OF BATTLES TO FIGHT IN THE NAME OF ULTIMATE PRESERVATION. WE SHALL STAND SIDE-BY-SIDE NOW, AND DECIDE LATER HOW WE MAY SERVE THOSE WHO CAME BEFORE. FOR MILLENNIA I HAVE SEARCHED FOR ANOTHER. IT WOULD BE...DIFFICULT TO ABANDON YOU. LET ME IGNITE WITHIN YOU THE AWESOME POWER OF PRESERVATION! " And then the snakes all turned their eyes on Willow, a hungry gaze fixed her way by continent-sized predators to which she was smaller than a cell: they struck forward as one, vomiting out a grey-green cloud that surrounded the dryad, a massive ball easily as large as the Moon itself that shrunk down, down, down, filling her up in every cell, every pore as her body absorbed the cosmically-empowered nanites and was transformed and transfigured down to her most basic atoms. She had been Willow, and she still was, but as the power of the Preservers filled her as it never had before, she knew she was more.

This was a serious threat, then, it was time to fight the robot and hope that this was the leader rather than simply a powerful minion: what could command this was no small thing to fight with only a few heroes at his side. Caradoc didn't banter or talk like most heroes would here, the persona of the gallant knight falling away like so much dross. Absorbing Protectron's advice without a word, he took a step forward and thrust up, the glowing tip of his sword caroming off the robot's face and scorching it deep enough to crack the bronzed metal body, sending pieces sparking everywhere as hot metal rebounded against 'Caradoc's' own armored body. He'd struck it deep, but the mechanoid was still easily in the fight.

For the first time, the former Omegadrone spoke. "I am tending to Mona Teymourian's pet." he said, his flat voice tinged with what might have been empathy. "Her address was in the public record. When I became aware she had been caught in the dimensional rift, I gathered the animal and his supplies." It hadn't been easy taking care of the cat in his small apartment, but luckily Archimedes had suffered no particular trauma from his master's disappearance. Really, Archimedes liked John much better than he did Murdock, probably the best for everyone "I suspect her colleagues were occupied with their own affairs first. If any come calling, I will inform them."

I need Physical Sciences/Survival checks from people with those skills. Bluff/Sense Motive checks too; I'll fill in the results of Mark's skill mastered 30 later.

Once everyone was safely secreted inside the hotel, they made contact using the secret transmitters Midnight had assembled before they left: though the Young Freedomites missed the reassuring voice of Sage in their heads, it was nice to know they still had resources enough to keep everyone together. As the day went on and the heroes circulated, the chateau grew increasingly crowded as more and more people arrived for what promised to be a very swanky party that night. Speeding things on was the weather report that predicted the first great snowstorm of the season that night: a freak cold front in the Alps had collided with another, and as the skies greyed and darkened as night approached there was the real promise of frost in the air. It was a ritzy establishment, one delighted to cater to the rich, beautiful people as well as those who planned to get together in the grand ballroom later that night. Mark busied himself with being busy, striding around in his hat and flirting with pretty maids, making sure he was as obvious as possible so the real detectives at the party could do their work. He did find out how surprised everyone was that a storm was coming; September might have been a season for snow in the high Rockies or other high mountain ranges in America, but the Alps were usually much more temperate! Still, strange things usually did happen at the Relais. The hotel was increasingly full of beefy-looking men and women with good tans and blue eyes, the sort who weren't so much out of place as _too_ perfect for the location. Before the snow could fall, though, one last arrival showed up: though they came with a party of "Hong Kong banking executives" who headed straight for their private suite before the planned festivities, something about the middle-aged Asian man in the classically tapered suit and his weighty bodyguard was decidedly eye-catching to the experienced heroes: none of them had been particularly active in the days Dr. Sin had been a particular threat to Freedom City's superheroes (even Travis Hunter had been in retirement when his spiritual successor Duncan Summers had fought Dr. Sin), but that face had been included in the education for high-level Claremont students, the sort that Duncan Summers thought might one day make it to the Freedom League. That man going upstairs was indeed the reviled Dr. Sin.

The smith produced what turned out to be a tremendous spear for Gabriel, a mighty weapon worthy of Longuinus or (rather more likely under the circumstances!) a mighty warrior-angel. He demonstrated its use at length to the doughty human warrior, showing how its tip could burn with the unquenchable fires of truth, or how it could compact itself down to something that looked very much like a trumpet. "Heh-heh, it fits your name well enough, seeing as who I made the first one for!" Prosetti scratched his bearded chin and added, "Things might get a little unpredictable if you do take it to Earth. Best be on your guard in case of...surprises! Heh-heh-heh!"

"Aye, I will smash down Wilhelm Kantor and the others who have enslaved the Asgardians." The god peered closely at the heroes, particularly at the all-too-familiar Ace Danger: it didn't seem like he'd noticed either Bombshell or Midnight as they made themselves scarce. "But this is Ragnarok, the end of days, the time when the Pact falls away along with all else that keeps aside the world of gods from the world of men. I will not stop with those who once enslaved me." He pointed his hammer at Ace. "I. Know. You. Ace Danger, I call you out as a mortal who dared lay hands upon the flesh of a god. None may enslave a child of Odin! None may oppose his comings and goings, enslaved or otherwise! What have you to say in your defense before divine judgement is passed on you?" He pointed his finger, and lightning seemed to crack down towards his hammer.

Sage: 27 Ghost Girl: 21 +1 HP (in addition to sheet) Citizen: 13 Hiroshima Shadow: 13 Papercut: 12 Cobalt Templar: 10 (+1 HP) Blackstar: 10 Wraith: 6 (+1 HP) Sage is up.

Papercut's cranes paffed harmlessly through Black Goat's body; for a moment, he thought he'd missed entirely until he realized that the truth was even freakier. The girl's body was made of some kind of weird ectoplasm, visible in green puffs behind her where his shots had hit, and shooting her had been like shooting a cloud. "I'll STICK IT IN YOU!" yelled Black Goat in retaliation, whipping that long suckered tentacle around in a mad fury that missed the nimble Papercut by a mile. She screamed a curse so foul the air around her actually turned black like a Detroit summer before from down below she was interrupted by a shout from Rustbelt, "Blitzen's down, Firehawk's gettin' hammered, and something just crawled up inside Protector! I'm gettin' myself outta here!" And with that, a swirling vortex opened in the pavement, revealing a black concrete wall on the other side. "Time to outsource myself!" And with that, Rustbelt dived right through the hole. Crazy though she was, Black Goat wasn't a fool. "This isn't over!" she yelled at Papercut before diving inside the hole herself, taking advantage of her ability to fly to get there fast. Nearby, only Firehawk was still in the fight, Protector dead silent inside his armor as it vibrated and twitched like an overclocked machine. There was still no sign of Sharl, just his voice from inside the suit. "And stay down!"

Hits, but does no damage because of her Insubstantial 2. Protector: is possessed, and will not get a chance to shake it off till next round. Rustbelt: Opens up a portal and goes through it! Black Goat: Takes a shot at Papercut and misses And flies away Ghost Girl is up.

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We don't allow Attack Teleports, so just go ahead and make that a Nauseate effect at your PL cap with the same descriptor "teleporting him around" and then dropping the target off at the same spot. (Flaw Range [Touch]) is how you want to write the Snare flaw.

The construction of his Device is off: Restricted is a PF on the Device itself, not of its individual powers. Make sure the format for powers you are using matches the format of our sheets.

Okay, specify what kind of Toughness boost he's getting from his costume. (Most likely Protection, but you need to say so)

Suddenly, Megastar was gone. There was no flash of light, no puff of sound; the cosmic paragon was simply gone as if he had never been there. But his absence didn't last long. Before the teens could do more than begin to look around, Megastar reappeared, now flying directly over Glowstar's position. It was immediately obvious that something was wrong: Megastar was glowing with repressed power, blue dots of energy rising from his skin to burst like bubbles behind him, his eyes glowing an almost blinding shade of white. He seemed to speak in two voices as he pointed at Glowstar, one booming and imperious like a wrathful god, the other the controlled fear of a young man urgently confronting the apocalypse. "CITIZENS OF EARTH getawaygetaway I AM MEGA, WARRIOR OF THE PRESERVERS hunting for T-mutants AND I HAVE COME TO CLEANSE YOUR PLANET OF THE TAINT OF ENTROPY! stopstopstop. STAND ASIDE AS I PURIFY YOUR PLANET IN THE NAME OF THE GORGON! activatedhiddenprogramoorsomethingcantcontrolitgetaway!"

Weapons came next, that being a resource available in abundance to the armies of Heaven. Heavenly warfare had never been a particular interest of Heyzel, for all like all angels he'd warred against demons and the pagan pantheons plenty in his own time. And so it was that the wonders of Heaven's arsenal, most of whom were for sale at cost to the holy pilgrims and customers at Vanity Fair, were as impressive to him as the hobbies of parents usually are to a child whose personal desires and goals went elsewhere,. Somewhat distractedly, he led Gabriel through a field of weapons dealers and merchants, treating spectacular wonders like the gigantic steel lion breathing holy fire and the never-ending storm (carefully sealed on one side of the path) to wash away all wretched sinners as the old hat they were. Finally, they reached another smithy, one worked by a one-eyed man with a short beard and crooked teeth. "Ah, Prossetti, hello! I have a client for you." The smith peered up at Gabriel and said, "You look like a man who need a weapon forged in the all-blessed fires of Creation!"

The Grue was silent for a long time, his body slowly, fitfully reshaping itself back into the face of a man. Finally, he said, "I came to this planet ten of your years ago. As I lived among humans, my connection to the Meta-Mind faded, so I was targeted and captured when we came again in 2003." He shot a guilty look at his daughter as she tensed and said, "It's all right, my angel. They know. We have to tell them the truth now, just as we did Mr. Fox." He looked at the heroes again and said, "I was on the ship that crashed into the football stadium, after Daedalus disabled our navigation system. I was in a cell, so I survived. It was hours before our ship was occupied, I had time to search..." He closed his eyes in remembered pain. "I had hoped more podlings had survived, but only one birthing chamber had gone unbroken. Amanda has been my child from that moment on."

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"GO FORTH TO YOUR WORLD AS MY HERALD AND VASSAL, CARRYING WITHIN YOU THE COSMIC POWER THAT IS MINE!" intoned the mighty creation from the beginning of history. "SHOW THEM THE POWER AND GLORY OF ULTIMATE PRESERVATION BY PRESERVING ALL YOU HAVE KNOWN BENEATH A COSMIC SHELL OF EVER-GROWING LIFE!" Serpents snapped and writhed as she talked, the giant space god a veritable hurricane of power and emotion in the uncharted vastness of the universe. "DO THIS, AND YOU AND YOUR CHILD SHALL BE MY HERALDS IN ALL THE WORLDS OF THE GALAXY! NONE CAN STAND IN THE WAY OF THE LAST DAUGHTERS OF THE PRESERVERS! ALL SHALL KNOW THE POWER AND GLORY OF ULTIMATE PRESERVATION! "