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Dam Sense Motive vs DC 25: 1d20+14 23 26 - Tsunami - Uninjured, 3HP 25 - Monsoon - Uninjured > 20 - Frostbyte - Uninjured, 3HP 14 - Temperance - Uninjured, 3HP 12 - Ardent - Uninjured, 1HP 8 - Dam - Uninjured, Demoralized Blood Golems x4 - Uninjured Blood Golems x2 - Reforming
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Becky happily let herself be led into the cabin, clearly pleased that Eve was impressed. She closed the door behind them, locking in the rolling heat from the fire the crackled at the back of the cabin's single room, flanked by two large armchairs and with heavy furs covering the floor in front of it. It wasn't immediately clear to what sort of creature the fur had originally belonged save that it had been impressively large. Becky suspected that touch had come from her own subconscious but her eyes lingered more on the framed photo and the dozen other little keepsakes or personal touches that dotted the cozy hideaway. Between them they'd made something that wasn't just an inviting shelter but a home. With a deep breath that hitched audibly in her throat, the brown haired woman looked over to her partner. "Um. So." She fished something small out of her uniform's pocket and rotated it about in her hands. "I've been trying to decide, um, if I should wait for a special moment or-- or just come out and-- that is, I mean..." She bit her lower lip to stem the stream of nervous words and held the object in her hands still long enough for Eve to recognize it as a small black jewelry box. "I was trying really hard not to think about it, see, so you'd be surprised but I should have figured out how I was going to ask, um...!" Shooting the Frenchwoman a look that was simultaneously apologetic and threatening to turn into an embarrassed smile, she lowered herself onto one knee atop the cabin's floorboards.
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"...Mistress of Dread, mayhaps the moment has come to exhibit the light and glory of all-blessed Ra," Set suggested with a tightness in her voice as grey eye focused on the floating figure hidden from the others' view. It was the first time Huang had ever heard her refer to the head of their pantheon without a shred of glib irreverence. Instead of languid grace he could feel her squaring her stance next to him, the warrior taking the place of the trickster in the span of a moment, one hand protectively going to his waist. If that behaviour wasn't cause enough for concern, Sekhmet neglecting to shoot back a rebuke surely set off some alarm. Instead the taller goddess let out a leonine roar that resounded through the campus as her sun disk flared to life behind her head. The halo outlined her asymmetrical black hair with manifest divinity and bathed the perhaps two dozen feet or so around them in the glaring light of the noon day sun but at its edges the darkness clawed in a way no natural shadows should have. Undeterred, she announced, "Thy mercy be unneeded and thy judgement less than nothing, coward!" Golden flames erupted about her fists, the same hue as her sun disk. "The Eye of Ra be upon these mortal youths and no harm shall fall upon them!" With that she launched herself toward the group of half formed things crawling from the pitch.
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As Tsunami drew the heroes' attention to the spread of the impending environmental disaster the first of the dark silhouettes stepped through the sanguine cyclone. Easily ten feet fall the misshapen brute looked like a child's attempt at crafting a humanoid shape from half-melted clay, were that claw clearly more of the dripping, coppery scented substance that covered most of the pier. Black pits in place of eyes focused on the group of young women and the brow of its mouthless face creased as it moved forward radiating malice. On either side a second then third golem joined it on the other side of the bloody curtain while more heavy footfalls on creaking wood boards could be heard behind them.
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She can Take 10, since these are minions! They're just minions with pretty high Toughness is all! The golems are still in the process of stepping out of the curtain of blood so she'll be able to tag the front three with that. Blood Golems Toughness Save vs DC 25: 3#1d20+17 20 30 19 26 - Tsunami - Uninjured, 3HP > 25 - Monsoon - Uninjured 20 - Frostbyte - Uninjured, 3HP 14 - Temperance - Uninjured, 3HP 12 - Ardent - Uninjured, 1HP 8 - Dam - Uninjured Blood Golems x4 - Uninjured Blood Golems x2 - Reforming
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Sekhmet Charge Shadows; Power Attack 2: 1d20+7 24 DC 24 Toughness Save!
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Sekhmet Standard Action: Activate Sun Disk: Environmental Control 3 (Sunlight, 25' radius) [6PP] (sun aspect) Move Action: Demoralize Shadows w/ Fast Demoralize: 1d20+18 28 Extra Effort: Surge. Standard Action: Charge Shadows with Corona Fists: Enhanced Power Feats 3 (on Unarmed Damage; Affects Insubstantial 2, Incurable) [3PP] (corona fists; sun aspect, fire) She'll take 10 for a total of 19 assuming those things are minions and that a 19 hits! If not let me know and I'll roll. That's DC 22 wth Takedown 2 if it comes up.
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Dam Initiative: 1d20+5 8 > 26 - Tsunami - Uninjured, 3HP 25 - Monsoon - Uninjured 20 - Frostbyte - Uninjured, 3HP 14 - Temperance - Uninjured, 3HP 12 - Ardent - Uninjured, 1HP 8 - Dam - Uninjured Blood Golems x6 - Uninjured
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Set Initiative: 1d20+3 19 Notice Check: 1d20+15 19 Sekhmet Initiative: 1d20+5 23 Notice Check: 1d20+15 23 Sekhmet has Super-Senses 4 (Accurate Auditory [+2], Acute Olfactory, Low-Light Vision) [4PP] (lioness aspect) and will be using Environmental Control 3 (Sunlight, 25' radius) [6PP] (sun aspect) at the earliest opportunity, for the sake of argument.
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Go ahead and get initiative up!
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Even as Cathy suggest finding Phae it was hard for the collection of water warping women to miss the winged silhouette launching herself into the sky and heading off in the direction the frightened boy had pointed. As they all headed that way the crowds of park goers thinned but those they encountered were in increasingly bad shape, supporting each other as they stumbled weakly to safety or retching violently into the puddles of blood around their feet. Nina's warnings seemed to be prescient: whomever had wreaked this horror was getting more creative with their abilities as they traveled down the pier. They caught up with Ardent near one of the park's attractions, an old building preserved as a historical site. Whatever no doubt interesting information was printed on the plaques along the walkway was somewhat overshadowed, however, by the pillars of gushing blood spinning around a lone figure. Pale as alabaster it was difficult to say whether or not she was beautiful. The symmetry of her face was so perfect, the lines so refined that they went past human and became almost difficult to look upon - at least for those who were human themselves. Her hair was raven black but shone crimson where the light caught it and was short enough to reveal her bare shoulders. Her dress, of the same black cherry sheen, hugged her body closely enough to appear poured on and from the way the hem dripped lazily where it ended high on her thigh that may well have been the case. Her feet were obscured up to the ankles by the river of blood trailing behind her but not a spec of it marred her exposed skin. The woman turned casually to regarded the heroes as though she'd been expecting them. "A pathetic handful of the upholders of this city's sins finally deign to make an appearance, then!" As she spoke the river of blood pulsated in time with her words, rippling outward. At its farthest edges it was already seeping into the first floor of the historical building and spilling over the sides of the pier into the open water. What water it touched was transformed, the red spreading gradually into the bay. "Too little, too late!" she sneered with impossibly perfect teeth behind perfect, ruby lips that made the ugliness of the expression all the more unsettling. "The Plague of Blood is upon you!" The pillars of blood began to spin faster and faster, hiding her behind a whirling curtain that rose several storeys into the air. Behind it the heroes could make out larger, hulking shapes taking form.
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"Whether or not we're engaging them, perhaps we shouldn't continue standing in front of them debating the point?" Winifred opined, leaning on her cane with a tight grip as the giant Deep One crashed into the street. She didn't bother trying to hide how much concentration was going into keeping her breaths slow and steady, spending the energy instead trying to understand the situation. Religious fervour she recognized well enough, especially with the context Mrs. Faretti had provided, nor was the desperation of hungry immigrants on the docks an alien concept. Massive, frog-like creatures dropping from the sky while shouting in strange dialects was a different matter entirely. Pulling a flash free from her bandolier with her free hand the alchemist made a point of catching the attention of the rather agitated woman with the club; that one didn't seem like someone she wanted to startle. "Some breathing room, then. Though one should endeavour not to breathe this in if possible." Lobbing the glass container a surprising distance for such a slight teenager, she spun on her heel and made for the nearest cover to duck behind. When the flash impacted with the ground its contents burst forth, a near-black cloud of smoke interspersed with gleaming flecks of something metallic that expanded outward like a dark tide.
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Reagent Move Action: Toss smokescreen flask. Obscure 3 (Magnetic Dust Cloud; Radio, Visual, 25' radius; Extras: Action [Move], Independent [+0], Flaws: Unreliable [5 Uses]) {10/12} (chemical, magnetism, smoke) Move Action: Move behind whatever cover is readily available.
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"Truly, you do lead a blessed existence," Set purred through a pleased smirk while Sekhmet made a distinct retching sound and looked pointedly upward and away with a roll of her eyes. The pair of Heliopolians wore they're typical anachronistic garb, foregoing any attempt at subtlety while among Claremont's diverse student body. Set had foregone her usual dreadlocks, however, a cascade of tight, brick red ringlets surrounding her face like a halo - or sun disk, as the case might have been. The sound in the back of Sekhmet's throat turned to a low growl as the sky above them continued to darken and the grin fell from Set's lips. "...nay," she clarified, shaking her head. "For once I shall not even attempt to claim credit. 'Darkness that can be felt' makes nine. Time grows short, oh She Before Whom Evil Trembles." The godling exchanged a look with her keeper before turning back to Huang. "Not to spoil the mood, sweet, but I expect the situation shall worsen dramatically before improving."
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"This is why you need to make time for team building exercises," Ellie drawled quietly, hunkering down over one of the newly unconscious men and subtly slipping a hand over his wrist. "There's at least three." Positioning herself so that her patient's body was between the increasingly agitated crowd and herself she concentrated, calling up a fraction of her metamagi abilities and letting a trickle of healing energy flow outward from her fingertips, wary of the telltale glow. She wasn't too surprised when she felt something pushing back against her even if she couldn't articulate quite what it was; something was actively doing this and it was powerful enough to affect the whole hospital. With a grunt she got to her feet and gave Chris a small shake of her head. "Nobody's getting better until we clean Mr. Monologue's clock. I'll grab my spare uniform and track down our reinforcements. You have pyjamas handy?"
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Somewhat reluctantly, Erik had let his shimmering sword fade away at the first checkpoint. He rarely had much trouble finding an appropriate source to rearm himself when necessary but in a world of steam powered technology and magic he didn't have any experience with he was a little less assured. That probably explained why he was getting a little impatient by the time they actually found themselves in front of General al Din. "Neat. Where'd he go when he got back up, though?" Exhaling as soon as the deadpan drawl was out of his mouth the fencer rubbed the back of his head with one gloved hand. "Alright, sorry. Appreciate you guys not making a whole thing about the interdimensional travel thing, we're probably messing up your plans for the day. I know how that goes." Glancing between the two officers he added, "This might be sort of a low blow, considering, but it's a family thing. We need to find the guy before time runs out, yeah?"
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Reagent Initiative: 1d20+5 19
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It said something about Freedom City's citizens that even ankle deep in unexplained human blood many of them rallied to fan out and search for the missing child. It Tsunami who came across him first, even her pillar of water turning viscous and crimson nearly as quickly as she could summon it under her feet. Ty had gotten himself up on top of an electrical box wedged between a gift shop and the adjacent restrooms, too scared to hop the short distance down for fear of the red puddles that had pooled beneath him. The sight of a real, live superhero gave him courage enough to jump into the hydrokinetic's arms, however, doing his best not to sniffle after having obviously cried himself out before being found. One arm wrapped around Tsunami's neck the boy pulled his shoulders together as though trying to make himself smaller. "I saw her," he whispered furtively, using his other hand to point down the pier toward the open water. Meanwhile, Ardent's search for a portal of some kind hadn't turned up anything of the sort but the further she moved into the horror the water park had become the more she felt something naggingly familiar. Eventually the trail became strong enough to allow her to see a winding path of infernal energy winding its way in the same direction the rescued boy had indicated, malevolent and toxic. It wasn't the stuff of the Red City, not exactly, but she'd seen enough dark powers bestowed to know somebody's idea of a twisted boon when she saw it.
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Eve's surge of heightened emotion started a pleasantly humming feedback loop and Becky could feel her heartbeat accelerating as a blush rose across her nose to match the one on her girlfriend's cheeks. The best part, she decided, was that with Eve so close by, quietly supporting her, she could feel this way without needing to wrestle for control of her own body. With the wendigo forcibly sedated she could afford to just be a young woman in love, at least for a little while. "Control yourself, girl," she teased with a pointed clearing of her throat that didn't take the grin from her lips. Raising her voice, she addressed the cavernous room, "Did you get that?" ~loading preset environ file TN0034~ The voice didn't come from any one direction so much as it radiated from the walls and ceiling. There was a psionic element to it that reminded Eve of J'ou, working on a similar 'frequency'. ~compiling requested alteration 'cozy cabin'~ The air around them shimmered as the crystal formations glowed more brightly. The temperature of the air dipped several degrees as row after row of trees took shape around them, fresh snow under their feet and falling through the air. Above them was a night sky, filled with stars and free of a city's light pollution. Save, that was, for the warm glow coming through the windows of the log cabin that took form to their left after a moment, firewood neatly stacked along one wall and smoke rising lazily from the chimney. The little building looked as though it had been lifted right out of Eve's imagination, quite literally.
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It took a moment for Ellie to place the brawling pair among all of the patients she'd taken information from as they arrived but the abrupt string of profanity that accompanied Chris' attempt to calm the men down announced the bleakness of her diagnosis. She moved quickly to the sleep-deprived new father's shoulder, keeping an eye on the patient still standing so that Chris could be warier of the one on the ground. "Watch your hands, dammit. These two just went from zero to rabies impossibly fast." Even without knowing they'd both been bitten by feral animals the overactive salivation, increased aggression and apparent hallucinations were as distinctive as they were terrifying. That wasn't something a subtle, tingling handshake was going to take care of; she needed to be able to cut loose with her powers. "As in actually impossible unless somebody's actively breaking the rules. This just turned into a work clothes sort of problem," she informed her teammate in an urgent hiss.
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Assume Ellie was the one who took information from the two guys tussling when they checked in, can she make a reasonable diagnosis as to what they're suffering from? She can hit a 30 on Medicine with Skill Mastery.
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Winifred gave Riley a sharp look before tilting her chin meaningfully at the back of Raina's head. "Sanderson doesn't need to know we're both reckless ne'er-do-wells, Smith," she chided in a hushed tone. The witch already treated her as damaged goods, after all, and clearly one major lapse in judgement was enough for her to want to excise someone from her life altogether. The petite Victorian didn't have enough friends to want to lose one but then that was the same reason she was determined to treat Robin's injuries with every tool at her disposal. She subtly indicated the zippered side pocket of the backpack, the one intended for a water bottle. "It would perhaps be best if I administered the elixir without an audience, yes? First though, are you... Well, obviously not 'alright', but..." She pursed her lips and regarded the bowman's burns with an expression that was at once analytical and sympathetic. "You could well have died, Smith."
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Trevor let out a short laugh, soft enough to be more of an amused exhalation. "Excellent idea." He honestly hadn't given any real thought to the food involved, which wasn't unusual for him, really. The thought of having a properly done coffee bar for their friends and family, though, sparked actual enthusiasm. He immediately brought to mind a short list of beans that hadn't been practical to import in smaller amounts... Had Erin not said something the opportunity would have passed him by. "Really going to make this happen," he observed thoughtfully as their plans began to solidify.
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"Let's not be overly aggressive just yet," Th'emme cautioned, raising a curved knuckle to her chin contemplatively. "Your Praetorians present a degree of deniability in these matters, of course, but we have the perception of the Station as a whole to consider. Might I suggest a smaller, politely respectful 'escort' for our new friend Ambassador Raal? Some of your more... visually remarkable people. The Khanate has traditionally respected a show of strength but not to the point of meeting an offered lïccë fruit with a closed fist, as they say." "Which might leave some of the subtler Praetorians free to look out for any surprises in the mean time?" Jilinson-08 spoke up, visible just behind the seated Ambassador from Paradigm's perspective on the other end of the transmission. Th'emme's polite smile turned thin lipped and perhaps a little bit dangerous. Paradigm was reminded that while Th'emme was no soldier, certainly, she had been instrumental in the coordination of the Coalition forces during the incursion. The Naram woman was wise enough to suspect that she was only ever aware of some of the Lor's maneuvering on the Station. "The Khanate has also traditionally been a loose alliance of backstabbing pirates. We're all agreed that this is almost certainly a ruse, I think, but let's see a little more of their hand before making a play of our own, shall we? We don't want any confusion as to who the aggressors are."
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With the weight of its passengers removed the log at the top of the falls bucked and shifted slowly to one side before abruptly toppling over the edge, flipping upside down and colliding with the raft in front of it with a resounding crash. The displaced blood splattered across the safety railing and onto the pathway, ensuring that anyone who had remained reasonably clean up until that point wasn't any longer. Amid the effusive thanks from the rescued riders one lanky teenager went to give Monsoon a grateful hug before looking down at the oversized t-shirt worn over her bathing suit, dripping crimson, and thinking better of it. "It's my son!" the terrified man explained, confirming Tsunami's assumption. "He's-- he's not good with-- He was supposed to meet me here by this lamppost is we got separated but with everything going crazy he must have gotten lost or be hiding or-- I don't know!" Without regard for the red staining his hands he ran his fingers through his hairline, expression bleak. "What the hell's even going on? I've lived in Freedom all my life, I've seen things but this... I can't even understand it. Who did this?"
