Avenger Assembled

I would like to buy: 4 ranks each of Bluff and Diplomacy Luck Startle Ultimate Skill (Stealth) Looking forward to Gold. :)

It would give Jack a chance to test the truth of all the stories his old friends have told him.

I see what you did there!

"When convenient. But tomorrow. Grimalkin. Assistant of Nightrival. Woman. Perky." Avenger didn't sound entirely enamored of the fact, but he didn't sound opposed to her either. "Will alert you to Mr. Pitt's nature if encounter becomes inevitable. Believe the situation can be averted with a minimum of bloodshed. Will appreciate you doing this favor for me. A vital service." Because I certainly can't set foot inside a church without a very good reason.

The investigation was a frustrating one. Avenger took the liberty of slaking her bloodlust in the Fens. It was a painful, palpable effort to wait until she saw the commission of an ongoing crime; the urge to feed and rend and kill to satisfy her horror at the violation of her body was very strong indeed. But Jack kept things together despite a bloodlust he hadn't felt since not long after he'd been brought over, dragging a helpless mugger into a dark alley and beating the man into an unconscious heap before burying her fangs into the man's neck and feasting. In the mirror of a sleazy gas station bathroom afterwards, Jack stared at herself in the mirror as she wiped her pale skin clean of blood. Look at me. Just look at me. With any luck, she'd never know how close she'd come with Geckolass. And with any luck, they'd never come that close again. Despite an urge to flee, to stay away, Jack wasn't stupid; he knew that the only salvation he was going to find was with other superheroes. When she was sure she could control herself in the presence of others, even if they taunted her or made her life more difficult, Avenger gathered herself up and began the trip to Hanover.

I am interested in this thread.

"Tomorrow. Our Lady of Mercy shelter. Father Murphy. Tell him you've come to help Grimalkin with her problem. Grimalkin is potential Knight." Jack hesitated a moment before going on as two drunks lumbered past. "She will ask for help fighting a very powerful man. Call me before you fight him. Understood?"

"Wesley." Avenger's voice was quite a thing to wake up to, especially in the dead of night. Jack was alone by the Waterfront as they talked, by all appearances just a tipsy guy talking intimately to one of the pay phone nearby the the Atlantis Casino. The streets were nearly empty thanks to the rain, just the way he liked it. "Need a favor. Can you assist?"

"You're not." Was that a smile in Avenger's tone? With his whole body swallowed by darkness, it was exceptionally difficult to tell either way. "Will see you are contacted. May be associate. Trustworthy. Soon." He disappeared in the conversation without another word, leaving no trace behind as he first disappeared into the Freedom City night and then rose high above it, heading for one of his private pay phones to place a call to Wesley's number at the Plaza.

Hey Doc, Just double-checking that you had no problem with Avenger knowing where Doc lives.

Oh, OK! My mistake, I forgot what you'd told us about the costume layout. I'll post an edit right now. EDIT: Edited! That's a DC 20 Intimidate.

I'll post as soon as I've got my Info. ;)

OK, obviously Avenger does not actually rip Vulture's eyes out of his head. But he does throw a DC 25 Intimidate at the boys, thus making it seem very credible that he's going to do just that! He's inexperienced enough in group fighting that he doesn't worry about what Slamdance or Scarab will think of this...yet. He then launches a full on +5 Power Attack. This is for non-lethal damage.

Jack felt blood vessels in his head break, the stolen blood inside his body leaking through his undead flesh. It hurt, and told him how quickly he needed to end the fight. When he looked down at Vulture again, his eyes were red. "I am an avatar of the damned. I am the blackened soul you have summoned from the depths of Hell!" His loud voice echoed through the fight, loud enough for all the teenagers to hear. He brought his hand up and smashed it brutally into Vulture's costume midsection, directly over the teenager's face.. "TWO!"

Missed by one! Ah well, not a bad outcome for getting ganged up on. Do I need to make a Concentration check to maintain the grapple?

:( With one of his new hero points, Avenger passes the Will save vs. Mind Control He blows all his remaining HP on first power-stunting an Enhanced Will Save off his Animal Control (representing his undead mind's innate ability to assert control rather than _be_ controlled), then rerolling the Will Save vs. Shark's attack Either way, whew, going through HP like hot-cakes, here. :)

Jack had only the vaguest concept of who those people were, but, hey, Achilles was a tough guy! That had to count for something. He winced, just a little, as Elena spoke, but it was indeed hard to argue with the truth. Come to think of it, maybe the Achilles thing wasn't as good as he'd assumed. He'd have to go home and look that up. "I guess that makes me Brad Pitt," he said with a slightly strained smile. "I could do far worse. Would that make you our..." Think! Think! Think! "...Helen?"

"Make you a deal." Despite himself, Avenger's voice had softened somewhat in the last few minutes. "Will make inquiries through contacts. Can send you to third party in the meantime. Suggest we meet later to confer." As he spoke, he stepped back, suddenly and utterly disappearing into the shadows behind him. "Can do that trick too," he added in a low whisper from somewhere further down the alley. "How do I contact you?"

All well here, all?

Oh, sunova... The vampire community of Freedom City wasn't a big one. Everyone knew everybody else. Jack had a perfect image of a withered face in his mind, an old man with a metal cane. Fighting another vampire as a superhero...well, he'd done it before. But it tended to get lethal too fast. "Have to decide if what he has on you is worth fighting over. Be amazed what can happen when secrets told. Your plan?"

All well here, all?

All well here, all?

For another idea, one could turn the Blast into a Penetrating Strike. (After all, it is an energy 'sword' in most of the pictures.) That'd let you shift attack over to melee mode.

Any objection to Jack knowing Mr. Pitt, given what you and I have discussed earlier? Also, I could roll for it. Or it could be a surprise.

Avenger stared back at Grim, unmoving beneath the rain. "Yes," he finally said, a flat, stolid statement of fact. He had a feeling that this young lady would be happy to tell him all about her problems, even without him having to ask. "Prefer not to violate law. Leads to difficult questions. Ethics also an issue."