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  1. Uhm yea though snake dude might be hard to snag with sand. (though I'm not sure how that would be represented in terms of rules.)
  2. Mike brightened visibly at Alex's arrival and looped his arms around her in return with practiced care. He shook his head firmly with a frown at her suggestion, "No no." he insisted, "It's silly and sensationalized," he argued briefly, "But meddling in the press isn't our place." he said firmly in a tone that was all to likely copied form his newsman father. He gentled slightly, "I appreciate the offer Alex," he explained, "But -" he blanched as Mark revealed the international angle, "Seriously?!" he rumbled, "Like there isn't more important things going on in the world?" he sighed heavily and shrugged, "I'm sure it'll blow over in time." he admitted defeatedly though clearly he had concerns about just how long that may take. Mike blinked picking up if only barely on the implication of the wrong choice of beverage and glanced to Erin then Alex uncertainly as he thought he'd explained alcohol did nothing but taste like burning. He was not quite clued in enough to realize the foible of refusing coffee in the Hunter household. He took the cup from Erin with a quite, "thank you" and took a drink shrugging in response to her question, "I dunno." he admitted, "I mean I never really left it entirely," he countered weakly which was true as he continued to do hero type work just hobbled himself to do it because reasons? He smiled weakly, "I am done with all the hiding and cloak and dagger stuff." he said firmly the lying about who he was had never sat well with mikes morals, "But they have files on us." he said gesturing to Alex, "Our names are flagged in just about every database out there as potential threats still." he pointed out and gave Alexs shoulder a gentle squeeze knowing how hard she was working to reverse the sentiments on the Terminus Baby condition. "I want you all to know I'm with you if you need me." he said solemnly, "Where I go from here I'm still trying to figure out." he offered with a final shrug. He was going to be out there as a hero sure he just didn't even really know what that meant now.
  3. Huangs grip was firm though his hands clearly soft the hands of a teen who rarely had to do anything more strenuous than turn the pages of a book. He nodded with feigned understanding about the traits of the admittedly impressive bow, "A most useful tool I'm sure." he agreed his tone complementary. Glancing to the others briefly he shrugged at the question, "New student like yourself." he explained, "Huang Farretti." he introduced and went around the small circle of girls offering their names as well. "Scottish, mostly." he offered as explanation of Cathys accent, "Though the brogue of hte islands is a bit distinct from what one usually hears in the states harder to place." hoping the explanation might diffuse the potential for violence inherent in suggesting a scot was french or irish. His posture remained alert and just a touch predatory as Huang continued to measure how great a threat the well armed boy might be. "And you?" he inquired with cautious interest, "an archery enthusiast clearly." he acknowledged as he tried to tease out what might have brought what seemed to be an otherwise normal boy to Claremont.
  4. Ouroboros slowly stood upright once more still a bit unsteady on his feet and wiped sweat form his brow as he gulped a few large breaths of air flashing a thumbs up to Set at the suggested course of action. "At least it has a pleasant view." he suggested with a wink as he watched her work. The Assorted cultists continued to struggle against the grasping sands to no avail however the one who remained free if singed lurching to her feet began to make a staggering jerky run for it her limbs still not entirely willing to follow her commands after the electrical assault of the storm deity. Her leader completed his transformation into a snake of unusual size flicking his serpentine head about as he tried to clear the blinding darkness the goddess had flung in his face. THe sticky mass would not be dislodged and he attempted to flee the scene tongue flicking rapidly as he tried to navigate by smell alone as in the distance the sirens of Freedoms finest could be heard the alarm having been raised by the fleeing citizenry.
  5. Ouroboros will continue to be fatigued (also pretty) High Cultist will complete his transformation into a snake and attempt to flee with all his snakey might navigating by acute olfactory sense. Entangled Ranked Cultists might as well be immobilized for all they can get free and will struggle uselessly. Zorched Cultist gaining her feet will lurch away in a somewhat pitiful escape attempt. Still staggered so one move action worth of movement.
  6. TWICE BITTEN by GIZMO Ouroboros 0 + 0 + 1 - 1 + 2 = 2 PP Spent Abilities +/-0 Strength should read: 10/20 +0/+5 Attack/Defense: +/-0 attack should read: Attack +4, +10 Eldritch blast, Mage Hand, Vampiric touch Defense to: Defense: +10 (+4 + 6 Dodge Focus) +2 Flat footed Saves: +1PP Toughness to: Toughness 10 (+7 con, +3 Forcefield) Reflex +1 [-1 PP] Skills: No change Feats: -1PP Remove one rank dodge focus [-1PP] Powers: -2, -1, -8, +13 = +2PP Drop Magic Array to Rank 13: [-2 PP] Eldritch Blast; Blast drops to rank 10, removes drawback: full power, adds Affects insubstantial 1 Invisibility and Mage Sight; Concealment remains the same Super Senses tracking drops to rank 1(half speed) Mage Hand; Move object drops to 10, loses Range Extran and duration Flaw, remove split attack, add Accurate 3 and Affects Insubstantial 2 Vampiric Touch; Strike Drops to ten add Affects Insubstantial 2 Void Step; Teleport up to 10 add Flaw: Long Distance Only, Add Progression 2 (to progression 3) Magic 13 (26PP Array, Feats: Alternate Power 5; Drawbacks: Power Loss 2 [Must Be Able To Speak & Gesture]) (Magic) [29PP] Base Power: Blast 10 (Eldritch Bolt; Feats: Accurate 3, Affects insubstantial 1, Variable Descriptor 2 [Any Magic]) (Magic, Variable) [26PP] Alternate Power: Concealment 10 (Feats: Close Range, Selective) (Invisibility, Magic) [22] and Super Senses 6 (Detect Magic(Visual): Analytical [Mage Sight] 1 , Counters Concealment [Mage Sight] 2, Tracking 1(1/2 move) [Mage Sight] 1) [4] [26PP] Alternate Power: Move Object 10 (Mage Hand; Feats: Accurate 3, Affects Insubstantial 2, Precise) (Magic) [26PP] Alternate Power: Create Object 11 (Force Constructs; Feats: Affects Insubstantial 2, Selective, Tether) (Magic) [26PP] Alternate Power: Strike 10 (Vampiric Touch; Feats: Accurate 3, Affects Insubstantial 2, Extended Reach [10ft], Extras: Alternate Save [Fortitude], Vampiric, Flaws: Action [Full]) (Magic, Vampiric) [26PP] Alternate Power: Teleport 10 (Void Step; 200,000 miles, Feats: Change Direction, Change Velocity, Easy, Progression 3(1000lbs) Extras: Accurate Flaws: Long distance Only) (Magic, Teleportation) [26PP]Remove Bite power [-1 PP] Remove impervious from Forcefield, Drop Forcefield to rank 3 remove Alternate Power Feat [- 8PP] {Force Field becomes: Force Field 3 [3] (Magic)} Old mist form AP becomes AP of new Vampire array Add Vampire Array Below: [+13 PP] Vampire Array 5 (Vampiric Power; 10PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 3) [13PP] (Vampiric) Base Effect: Drain Con 2 (Vampiric Bite; Extras: Linked +0, Flaws: Requires Grapple Feats: Insidious, Subtle 2) {4PP/10Array} + Heal 2 (Extras: Linked +0, Action(Standard); Flaws: Self Only; Feats: Persistent) {5PP/10Array} + Emotion Control 1 (Euphoric Bite; Extras: No Save +2, Linked +1 Flaws: Range(Touch) -2, Euphoria only -1, Limited: Requires Grapple -1) {1PP/10Array} (Vampiric)Alternate Power: Flight 2 (25mph / 250ft per Move Action, Feats: Subtle, Drawbacks: Low Ceiling [30ft], No Swimming) {3PP/10Array} + Insubstantial 2 (Gas, Drawbacks: Can't Speak or Gesture, Flaws: Limited [Night]) {7PP/10Array} (Vampiric)Alternate Power: Enhanced Strength 10 (Vampiric Might) {10PP/10Array} (Vampiric)Alternate Power: Speed 5 + Quickness 5 (Vampiric Speed) {10PP/10Array} (Vampiric)
  7. Huang watched Robin go with a considering squint, yep definitely summers spy. He turned back to the rest of the group as the suggestion of lunch was bandied about and nodded non-committally, "Yea that might," he slowly began but aborted when the well armed youth arrived. Taking in the axe and crossbow Huang paused for a shadow of a moment before flashing a wide toothsome grin and offering a hand to the other boy, "Welcome." he greeted eyes going to the bow once more, "Nice bow, very van helsing." because this is how one dealt with potential threats in the Farretti household a polite veneer of plausible deniability layered over vampiric posturing for dominance. The boy had all the hallmarks of one of those ancestral lines of hunters vampires told the newly embraced to keep them from too blatantly revealing their natures. It would be just like Summers to invite such a scion the same year he began. Because of course the world revolved around Jack Huang Farretti Jr.
  8. BEAUTY SLEEP'D BY HGM Sandman 5PP Available 2 + 0 + 2 = 4 pp; 1 pp unspent Abilities 2 pp +2 Int Feats +1 -1 = 0 pp Add: Attractive 1 Remove: Fearless Powers 1 + 1 = 2 pp Add: Enhanced Feats 1 (Quick Change 1) [1PP] (Dream, Magic) Immunity 1 (Fear) [1PP] (Dream, Mental, Magic) ; Immunity power becomes: Immunity 9 (Need to Sleep (1), Fear Effects (1), Dream/Nightmare (2), Sleep Effects (5); Extras: None, Flaws: None, Feats: None, Drawbacks: None) [9PP] (Dream, Mental, Magic) Int, Attractive, and Quick change were all squeezed out to make points fit and I realized his fearless should be a power not an innate feat.
  9. Sandman The hero known as Sandman is the guardian of dreams. He is empowered by the mystical sands of sleep and charged with defending the dreamlands and waking world from the depredations of creatures of nightmare. His more mundane alter ego is Dr. Elis Sanford, an anesthesiologist at Freedom Medical Center. A recent widower and father of two he plays a careful balance of work, family and the mandate of his powers. History Elis was born to Harold and Maude Sanford of Hanover New Jersey on June 14 1977. Harrold was an ad executive in Freedom city and Maude a homemaker, their suburban home would be joined six years later by his only sibling Grace. The Sanford family lived a delightfully mundane life their moderate wealth and privilege as well as the relative safety of Hanover even amidst the struggles, invasions, and near catastrophes that so often strike Freedom City kept them insulated from the often harsh realities of life in the ever exciting city. Elis worked hard and made good marks in school, though more through thorough effort and strong familial support than native talent. He saw the effort as the cost that must be paid for his eventual dream, becoming a doctor. The quick reactions of a doctor to his grandfathers minor stroke had stoked an admiration for the profession in the young mans heart and he strove to join that respected profession. When he graduated high school, high marks ensured his entry to Freedom City University on the Pre-Med program, his fathers prudent savings ensured that they could afford the program. College in the competitive Pre-Med program at FCU was initially a bit of a shock to Elis who questioned his dedication for a time but resolved to prove to himself he could stick it out. He was aided in this by a woman he met in one of his early Biology courses, Barbara Braska. She was studying clinical psychology and the relationship begun as study partners soon bloomed into more. Barbara was brilliant in Elis' opinion, she ought have been the doctor he oft would say though she did not have his devotion to her studies with part time jobs and frequent family obligations eating up much of her study time. He asked her to marry him nearly a year before they graduated, and to his great joy she said yes. Elis made his way through his pre-med program and into medical school at FCU, with the support of Barbara who went on to graduate studies in psychology, they agreed to hold off on the wedding until they were better established, Elis always felt there was more to her reluctance likely something to do with her family who often needed her for this or that but who he had met only her father a gruff man of militant demeanor. While pursuing their advanced degrees they got an apartment together and the oddities of Barbaras schedule became more obvious to Elis, he feared many things when he'd wake to find her gone or so deeply asleep he couldn't wake her for an hour or more. Eventually she had to reveal her secret. She was a hero, of sorts, a defender of dreams, as she would put it poetically. The Braska line had passed on the legacy and power of the sands of sleep for innumerable generations, defending the lands of dream and waking world from fearsome creatures of nightmare. It was a shock but Elis loved her, and was in no small part relieved it was not something simpler like an affair, addiction, or criminal tendencies. They however did not often discuss her other life. She wanted their time together to be for them after all. He did know she had potent abilities to affect dreams and that her father had trained her (in a major break with tradition) in the many secrets of the lands of dream and creatures of nightmare. She shared tidbits of this knowledge over the years but Elis always considered her sideline as dream hero something akin a hobby he indulged as she indulged his golfing. Elis and Barbara were wed shortly before he began his internship not long after she achieved her masters and became a licensed therapist. They were happy despite his long hours in internship and residency, perhaps because of them as his grueling schedule left plenty of time for his wife's extracurriculars without eating into time available for the both of them in most cases. It was of course more difficult once the children were born, her father came briefly out of retirement when she carried each of the children first hte girl Jenifer, then Gabe their youngest and a boy. Unfortunately a long life in service of the dreamlands finally caught up with the elder Braska when their youngest was just shy of a year of age. A heart attack, in his sleep, Elis hadn't at the time thought twice about that oddity of course, many men his age with hard living suffered worse. Barbara took it harder, he was her last surviving relative, but with Elis help and through no small measure of personal fortitude she pulled out of the dip. Elis felt her even stronger for it, more balanced to be sure. Two years later Elis completed his residency and his parents left Hanover for Boca Raton Florida for their retirement. The lack of grandparents took some adjusting but Elis sister Grace stepped up to help with childcare when both Elis and Barbara were busy becoming a common fixture in the children's lives. Elis began work at Freedom Medical Center as an attending physician and Barbara was able to cut back her time as a therapist converting and updating a small granny unit on the property to an office to see occasional clients. Life had settled into a comfortable routine despite Barbara's continued duties to the world of dream, their eldest was past the age when Barbara had begun her own training though she had yet to begin training her perhaps waiting for the traditional male heir to come of age or perhaps the difficulties of her father's death being too much to bear to begin the training. Elis was quite satisfied with this as the only real concern he had maintained over her heroic moonlighting had been the perceived injustice of foisting such responsibility upon children so young. It was just over a year after the end of his residency that it all came crashing down. Elis had been working a late shift and didn't get home until well after midnight. When he arrived the door to the house was torn from its hinges, rushing inside as he called 911 he found Barbara collapsed at the top of the stairs. He pulled her into his arms as her costume faded back to her nightclothes, her breathing was labored and he tried to calm her keep her from sliding into shock but she was already beyond that. With rattling breath she explained an ancient foe of her family had come for the children, she had protected them but only barely. Her own wounds were too great and she knew it. Pulling Elis to her she shared one final kiss and passed her power to him, telling him he had to care for the children. She was dead by the time the paramedics arrived. Elis was able to ensure the children didn't see her like that but was himself at a loss. For him it was as if the world had come to an end. Of course it hadn't. The kids needed him, and of course there was the media circus and inevitable investigation. The hospital was understanding, his parents came up and stayed with the kids and Grace and her husband were available as well and somehow he made it through. The investigation turned up frustratingly little, the wounds didn't seem to match any known weapons though in freedom city that meant little, three neighbors reported seeing a tall man in a suit very unsettling in the neighborhood that evening though none could recall any details of his appearance beyond that. The perpetrator was never found not that that was a surprise to Elis, she had told him the truth, it had been the boogyman, the monster in the closet or under the bed, humanity's fear of hte unknown and dark places made manifest. When he began to manifest the powers of the sands of sleep he breifly considered hunting the creature down. But his wife in the fullness of her training and powers hadn't been the things equal and he knew he'd only leave his children orphans if he sought it out. As life returned to a semblance of normal Elis tried to forget about the powers he'd gained, and about the promise that had gone with them. Barbara had been taken from them because of this legacy and he wanted none of it. When the kids had nightmares about her however he reached out to still their dreams, they'd lived through waking nightmare they didn't need them in their sleep. He started to forget to sleep himself, never noticed the need and would be caught up in a case study or good book, time just slipped by. Elis had Grace and Frank move into barbaras old office as the kitchenette still worked and the help with the kids was more than worth it to Elis, and their parents felt better knowing someone was on hand to keep an eye on him. Slowly he got back into the swing of work and spent more time home with the kids of course, it wasn't the life he'd have wanted but there was comfort in it and he and the children were moving forward. It was a year later before Elis started to really understand what his wife had charged him with. The full duties of the Braska line, She had said to protect the children and she hadn't meant just thiers. It was slow and creeping, didn't even turn heads outside of a few very esoteric corners of the occult world. The nights seemed a little darker, the dawn a little further. At the hospital he'd heard rumors of children with night terrors so bad they went days sometimes a week or more with little to no sleep afraid to close their eyes. The real wake up call came when they started to go missing. The police suspected a human trafficking ring, or worse a serial. But no bodies turned up giving people hope at least. elis knew he hadn't a choice any longer, the work his wife had done was too important. He cracked open the boxes he'd carefully packed her personal Items in, things too personal to donate but too painful to keep around in the open and began to dig through her journals and diaries. Most of it was personal, about him or hte kids or her family. Some however touched on her work and he slowly managed to piece together a shell of her knowledge. He had over the year practiced here and there with what the sands could do they reacted to his will almost instinctively and after a few close calls of revealing himself he at least managed to control them well enough to not out himself. A little more and he learned a few basic uses that might aid him if the creature returned for hte kids as she'd warned. He came for the nest of Boggarts the next night, letting the sand carry him through the dream to the tenement the fear hungry beasties called home. It was not perhaps as shining a moment has he would have hoped. He routed the nightmare creatures only barely and their claws were all too real. He was able to stitch himself back up and more importantly able to free the children. Most too dazed from the experience to recall him beyond knowing something had driven off the monsters and taken them to the candy shop where the patrolmen found them. It was chalked up to childish fancy and trauma in large part but they all seemed to recover over time. Elis' recovery was longer, he couldn't go to another doctor or hospital for treatment so he managed his own care, hiding it from the children and Grace as he did so. He also resolved to better master his powers channeling them into protections for himself as well as others and spending further study on the limited resources left behind by his wife. He now knows how to look for patterns and trail potential breaches. But his inexperience is taking its toll, he knows he can step to the dream realms but not why and they remain for now under-defended whilst he concentrates on the waking world. Costume and Appearance In his civvies Elis dresses the part of the well to do suburbanite dad, Khakis and polos, deck shoes or the cardinal sin of sandals with socks. He wears an expensive Rolex on one wrist, a gift from his late wife upon the completion of his residency and retains a tan line where until recently his wedding band resided, it has now joined his wife's rings on a chain around his neck. He keeps his blonde curls close cropped less he achieve perpetual bed head and is blessed with just enough southern European ancestry to manage a passable tan without resorting to the oompa-loompa factories so common in the region. His face is gentle and kindly with an easy dimpled smile belied only by a quiet sadness in his piercing blue eyes. He cuts a handsome figure in that infuriating unaging way older men manage to look only better as they mature. At work it's business casual, a tie for department meetings quickly jettisoned when dealing with patients, On late nights he'll usually stumble home still in his scrubs to try and beat bedtimes. When adopting his sandman persona he projects a much more ethereal look. The base of hte costume is a white body suit topped with a loose deeply cowled vest in blue. Cuffed mid forearm length gloves and folded calvary boots in a matching blue accent the outfit which is finished with a thick belt in gold and loose gold scarf as well as a classic domino mask in white. On the chest of the suit is an ancient emblem of his position as defender of the dreamlands though he is not certain of its meaning. He tends to plant himself firmly very grounded when engaging enemies though this has more to do with his lack of training in basic hand to hand combat than any particular stylistic choice, he'd just like not to be knocked over mostly. Powers All of Sandmans powers are drawn from the ancient gift to mankind by the dreamlands, the Sands of Sleep. The bring the world of dreams to our reality and allow the user to cross those barriers as well in body and spirit. The most noteable power of the sands is the ability to render nearly any dreamer calm, lethargic, or unconscious. Additionally it can bring dreams to reality in the form of complex and vivid illusions or as the fears of a foe made manifest a vicious attack on the psyche. Manipulation of dreams and entry to the dreamers mind also are possible with care and Sandman may use the dreamscape to travel vast distances nearly instantly should the need arrive. Finally and as a departure form previous wielders of the Sands Sandman will actually channel them into whatever form he may need be it shield or weapon or grasping arm. Allies So far the only other hero Sandman knows is Phantom who has offered her aid though she also terrifies him so for the time being he's on his own. Though inevitably as he does more and more he will make more contacts. Playlist Dream a Little Dream of Me - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRpLb4PXVyQ Last Kiss - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0B-hJ_gotc Dream On - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHRNSeuvzlM Timeline Fall 2015 Nighttime Wanderings: Phantom captures a small nightmare and discovers not only the fate of the last Guardian but the plight of her woefully unprepared replacement.
  10. Sense Motive 1d20+13 = 14; yuuuup that happened 19 will hit by six so autofire +3 DC 20 Reflex save 1d20+1 = 17; Fail so blinded
  11. Huang blinked slightly off-guard at the admittedly exacting impression of a fighter jet, "Uh Yea. that's a talent alright." he said carefully neutral on the subject and glad to move on to the more promising topics of flight, "I prefer my flying with an enclosed cabin and little bag of peanuts but seems like a handy talent." he agreed personably. He smirked slightly at the assertive monkey, "Well up till now its mostly been the usual stuff." he suggested which was a lie nothing about Huangs activities had been remotely normal since he came to this time but it was a much better explanation than 'pretend to be twenty four and try to hook up with any of my moms friends that'll be hot in ten years.' He did make a full double take at Robins question however and glanced from the floating suitcase to Raina then back to Robin, "The mysteries of the arcane." he explained with some further detail. "Though somewhat different philosophies on the subject." he elaborated with a grin and shrug. He listened with a nod to Sakuros flight talk and shrugged, "Dunno not really my bag." he offered easily, "Me and my family usually just takes a shortcut if we need to go far that fast." and by shortcut he of course meant cutting through the transitive dimensions to teleport from place to place. He silently committed to himself to bone up on the aeronautics as between the plane noises and detailed flight safety regime it seemed to be more of a thing than 80's teen flicks had taught him it would be.
  12. Mikes eyes drifted up and to the left a little smile playing at the corner of his lips as he received the silent communique from Alex. He refocused his eyes on Erin as he pieced together her reply only half listened to because concentrating on mental and physical conversations at the same time was hard. He squinted slightly as he caught up and nodded, "Can't rush these things." he agreed which really should have sent both Trevor and erin scrambling to get this handled yesterday. No one wants to follow the Mike Harris engagement tradition after all. His eye slid unfocused for a moment at the query from Trevor as he replied mentally to Alex, I assume you're welcome or expected to join us as Trevor is asking what you want to drink. "Uh she just wanted to make sure it was OK with you if she dropped by." he explained with a nod and shook his head at the offer of coffee, "No thanks, too bitter." he sighed to Erin as well and grimaced, "My dad used to have a scotch after a bad day at work." he explained, "It wasn't often the Ledger is pretty good to the staff." he explained, "I dunno I figured it was the thing to do." he shrugged, "But it just tastes like burning." he made an unsettled face at the entire experience, "I think my attempts at drinking sorrow away are at an end." he offered with a good natured laugh. He tilted his head, "Maybe a glass of milk?" he asked uncertainly, "That always used to help settle my nerves, I think I'm just still off put by all the attention."
  13. "Wow still?" Ouroboros questioned with disbelief as the dhampir sidestepped yet another slash of the ritual blade by the incompetent or unlucky cultist in his serpentine garb. Behind the barrier however the demon continued to batter the arcane walls containing it's fearsome might. With a growl and string of abyssal curses it roared its outrage at the interference with its plans, "Fools you cannot contain the devourer of light!" it bellowed its voice reverberating with rage and chaotic power. Raising its clawed hands it drove them through the barrier tearing a gaping hole in the mystic ward and slowly straining to wrench the gap further open still, "I will not be contained by your petty sorcery!" Ouroboros grimaced as his blockade wavered once ore under the demons assault, "Well then perhaps it is time for something different," he mused quietly as he searched his memory for clues as to the true nature of the beast before them, "Devourer of light huh?" he finally said with a slow smile, "now that does ring a bell." Dropping his hands to his side the magus let the barrier crumble under the demonic assault as he raised his arms gathering the energy for his next spell. Limned in a radiant light he slowly chanted in an archaic dialect of latin, "Et per ipsam sigillationem rotae, lumine et logos, Quacumque die invocavero virtutem Abbridon, Hoc reddit spiritum abyssum irent." His voice raising as the chant built until with a final call he splayed one hand toward the demon releasing a wave of light that clung to the thrashing creature for a long moment before a rent in the earth beneath its feet split and shadowy hands drug the creature of darkness back to the abyss from which it came. As the banishment took hold Ouroborus stepped back from his attacker and slumped over with the exertion of the spell hands on knees chest heaving. "I hope everyone saw that. Because I shall not be doing it again." The assorted cultists that were able struggled to be free of the binding sands the true Set had summoned or in the case of the most recent target of the gods wrath merely struggled to crawl away from the fearsome display of real godly might. The high cultist stood agape as the Demon was pulled from this plane by those trapped beyond and slowly shook his head, "Inconceivable." he murmured before beginning a syllabant chant of his own his features slowly twisting toward the serpentine as his flesh began stretch and split giving way to darkly mottled scales beneath.
  14. Demon will power attack the barrier 1d20+5 = 16; good enough to hit the broadside of a barn, 15 + 10(strike) + 5 power attack = DC 30 Toughness save Barrier toughness save DC 30 1d20+7 = 19; barrier is disabled again so holes punched through it. Ouroboros tries to ID what dimension this thing comes from DC 20 Knowledge Cosmology 1d20+15 = 25; Success Ouroboros will power stunt: Super Movement 2 (Banish; Dimensional movement to a magical dimension; Extras: Attack +0(Will Save), Range(Perception) +2, Flaws: Limited(Only to targets native dimension) Feats: Progression(Save DC) 9 (+11 DC total); Drawback(Must make a DC 20 Knowledge arcane/cosmology check after observation) -1) [14PP] (Magic, Dimensional) Demon Will Save DC 21 1d20+1 = 6; Nope Banished! Zorched Cultist will try to slowly crawl away scrabbling on the sand Entangled cultists Standard action attempt to break free from snare; 2 DC 17 Toughness saves, Snare passes Taking ten (for simplicity) they are stuck High Cultist begins A full round action to activate Morph.
  15. Sense motive 1d20+5 = 6; Taunt goes through spectacularly, sorry I saw taunt and thought feint which the attack was high enough to not matter if he was flat footed or not. With the -2 saves that will be Staggered and Dazed as he hits a DC 15 failing by 11
  16. Thats enough to get full autofire, so DC 26 Toughness save 1d20+1 = 17; bruised and dazed.
  17. Magic Array Power Stunts for Ouroboros Assorted one off spells not likely to be of consistent enough use to be put in the array. Super Movement 2 (Banish; Dimensional movement to a magical dimension; Extras: Attack +0(Will Save), Range(Perception) +2, Flaws: Limited(Only to targets native dimension) Feats: Progression(Save DC) 9 (+11 DC total); Drawback(Must make a DC 20 Knowledge arcane/cosmology check after observing the target) -1) [14PP] (Magic, Dimensional) Banishment spell requires a little time/Rp spent determining plane of origin then he can try and send them back where they came from.
  18. Alright Reroll: 1d20+3 = 8; Much less effective
  19. "Never had any complaints." Ouroboros replied easily taking his eye from the demon for a moment as he evaded the clumsy strikes of the high cultist. "Just give up already you're beat." the youth taunted as the dagger whisked past him catching naught but air, "The much better dressed Set is even here to stop you this is just sad." Overconfidence was probably a bit genetic. "Pitiful mortals!" the demon bellowed angrily as Sets sands enveloped the bulk of the cultists, "Must I do everything myself!" the thing hissed one wickedly clawed hand easily grasping and hoisting the husk of former cultist still weakly struggling against the titans grip. With a snarl the creature smashed the cultist through the barrier the distracted magus had erected the limp body rolling across the turbulent sands to come to rest at most unnatural angles. THe demon itself was too large to writhe through the hole but one clawed hand reached out stretching toward the heroes. Ouroboros was clearly caught off guard when his barrier was breached by the demon, "Strong bastard." he growled as he set his jaw and planted his feet blue-green light arcing from his outstretched hand to slowly push the demon back within its confines and with a pulse of mystic energy reinforce the weakened barrier. "That should hold." the teen murmured with less confidence than moments ago but not much less. As the High Priest continued to stab its envenomed dagger at the dhampir to no greater effect he scoffed once more, "Dude quit it I'm working here." Before Set the remaining ritual participants continued their attacks, those enveloped by the sands struggling to bring their daggers to bear when with a snarl the final free cultist bellowed a shrill battle cry, "By the might of the Destroyer begone pretender!" before bringing her dagger down in a wicked and Deadly arc to strike at the heliopan only to lose her footing on the loose sands and stumble at the last moment the blow flying wide.
  20. I'll fiat the Demon grabbing the drained cultist to use as a bludgeon on its prison so an HP each for it doubling up actions and all. So the wall makes a toughness save DC 22 1d20+7 = 13; so injured and disabled. Huang will reinforce his created object as a standard action. High Cultist will stab at Ouroboros once more DC 21 1d20+6 = 16; and a miss. Free cultist Stabs at thee! 1d20+3 = 23; Critical Hit 15 + 4 (dagger) + 5 (Crit) = DC 24 Toughness save. Entangled cultists try to stab Set as well 1d20+1 = 11, 12; both miss
  21. You can get all of them but the demon and the drained cultist. Basic cultists Save VS Snare 1d20+1 = 8 all caught in it; 1d20+1 = 9 All bound and helpless Ranked cultists saves VS snare 1d20+1 = 9, 15, 6 all get hit; 1d20+1 = 16, 20, 13 1 free 2 entangled High cultist Save VS Snare 1d20+1 = 21 saves for half effect; 1d20+1 = 13 manages to keep free. So the low level cultists are out of commission two ranking cultists are entangled and the final ranked cultist and high cultists manage to evade the snare.
  22. The damage had however already been done the ritual disrupted the entity they called forth now unbound. Ouroboros rose from where he crouched behind one of the statues to stride towards where Set stood, "Hipster cultists." he seemed to lament, "I dare say they feel this re-imaging campaign is a sell out." he suggested with a grin as he turned toward the gathered cultists adding over his shoulder, "Thing are about to get interesting, I'll follow your lead." he offered as the fissures in the Horus statue widened and a black sulfurous smoke poured forth to pool in the center of the cultists disrupted circle. As the smoke cleared a towering scaled form was revealed head and shoulders taller than the young Magus who had joined Set, scintillating scales of red and green and gold covered the heavily muscled body of hte entity. Long arms ending in wicked claws dripping with ichorous venom, its broad shoulders topped by a hooded cobras head its maw stretched wide revealing sickle like fangs as it bellowed its arrival, "This world shall be devoured in darkness!" The thing lashed at the nearest cultist who withered and weakened as the creature drained the years from him the essence of the cultist feeding and strengthening the Demon as the energies of the cultists life shimmered in the scaled form of the beast. Dropping the husk to the ground it pointed at Set, "Foolish little one you are nothing the face of the power of the DESTROYER!" it declared with a rasping laugh. Ouroboros was somewhat taken aback by the demons arrival, he'd expected a summoning this however was a greater power than he anticipated the cultists mustering. "Can't say that I'm in favor of that," He murmured, "That's where I keep most of my things." Slashing one hand through the air in front of him Ouroboros drew a warding sign in the air the magic hanging in the air before him as he incanted the spell, "Spirits of darkness from beyond, By the Mysteries of the Modrossus you are bound!" as the sorcerous words carried over the memorial grounds the symbol he drew expanded and flashed as it enveloped the demon is a shimmering blue green light, "That oughta hold big ugly." he said with a cocky smile. The cultists rose and gathered drawing their daggers and those nearest charged the 'mewling pretender' as well as the sorcerer who seemed to bind their 'true god' while the cultist the demon had attacked turned on the creature to weakly slash at the beasts scaled body. The high cultist slashed at Ouroboros though the sorcerer evaded his blows, the remaining three high ranked cultists stabbed at the nimble Set though the mortals clumsy blows were like so much wind to the agile heliopian.
  23. Initiative order Demon 17 Ouroboros 21; held to 16 Cultists 15 Set 11 Ouroboros will hold his action to follow Sets lead. Demon will arrive and Drain Con on one of the ranking cultists 1d20+10 vs. DC 14 attack = 29 Hit, Fort Save for cultist 1d20+1 DC20 Fort Save = 11 Fail by nine nine con lost from Ranked cultist 2 Ouroboros will bind the Demon using create object: Demon Ref Save VS. being trapped = 5 Demon is trapped Ranked cultist 2 will try to stab the demon Attack Check 1d20+3 = 10 DC 16 Miss; Other Ranked Cultists Attack Set DC 20 Attack Rolls = 7, 6, 14 all Miss; High Cultist Will Attack Ouroboros 1d20+6 = 9 Miss Lesser Cultists Stand from prone or move from outer statues to central area as a move action and draw their daggers as move actions. Set is up. I'll get the IC up shortly feel free to put up a zero round soliloquy if you want Giz otherwise I'll put the rest after caffeine and food.
  24. Initiatives! Ouroboros 21 Other 17 Cultists 15
  25. Huang certainly didn't seem to mind the gods closeness turning his head slightly to reply when Set stepped out adopting his more traditional mein. A small wince and sigh escaped Huangs lips as he tried rather fruitlessly to stop the god before interrupting the ritual, "Gah no," he hushed and grumbled under his breath as he saw the distraction begin to fray the workings of the spell, "this isn't even perversions of Thoths teachings, these are infernalists." he said perhaps mostly to himself as it was too late now, "Though they may not know that." He hoped the ritual would collapse on itself and merely dissipate but he had a feeling these amateur hour cultists had not erected separate bindings and wards and if something really wanted through it was gonna come through. Among the cultists in the center the least among them prostrated themselves immediately upon Sets revelation. Three of the high cultists aids turned from their works to raise their arms in worshipful praise of their god, "Oh dark one you walk among us once more!" they incanted with the light of demented faith burning in their eyes, "We will free your true power and true self from the prison Horus the Pretender has cast it!" one ecstatically shrieked. Already even to untrained eyes the distraction was clearly sending wild surges of magic through the ritual as the statue thrummed and throbbed with power and the sigils and hieroglyphs upon the flagstones throbbed with dark energies in discordant wild bursts. The High Cultist hissed at his brethren, "No brothers!" he censured, "The ritual! Be not distracted by this false and mewling pretender!"
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