Supercape

It is! And then, if it hits (Smokeys defence is +10), an opposed damage vs STR roll.

BUNTED BY TT Curveball Editted back in the picture. Very minor changes to grammar in fluff (tidy up). Tidied up throwing distance, giving example of baseball throwing distance (Which is really what will be used most of the time!) 16 PP to spend, just spending 13. PL boost to 8 Attack boosted to +9 (4 PP) Defence boosted to +9, +5 Flat footed (4 PP) Grapple therefore +14 (+16 Using all arms) Fortitude boosted to +10 (+5, +5 Con) (2 PP) 3 PP on skills +2 to Climb, making Climb 8 (+13) Skill Mastery +2 to Swim, making Swim 8 (+13) Skill Mastery +4 to Stealth, making Stealth 8 (+13) Skill Mastery +4 to Know [PC], making Knowledge [Popular Culture] 6 (+6)

GM Right! The two pick pockets were glum. Caught Red handed and now also caught betwixt Justice and Vengeance (how often those two danced together!). They did, as it so happened, have to trudge through some sewers, but not for long. The light was still dim, and hard to see through, but between the two thieves familiarity with the area, and the Gas Man's night vision goggles, 'twas no so hard to navigate. Soon, a half dozen other thieves, all in their teens (although some were so shabby it was hard to know their age) were scuttling around them, whispering, and trying not to get shot. "Finnigan! Finnigan!" hissed the orange haired theif into the broken area they had arrived in. It was so crumbling that it was hard to tell if it was an old sewer, and old cellar, or an old building. Fortunately, this area had more cracks of light from above, and whilst it was still dim, one could at least half-see. In the shadows, a terribly thin, rather tall, bald man with sharp pointed features and black eyes emerged, dressed in antique dusty clothes which had been patched together into a rather eccentric style of yesteryear. "Yes....my fingers...." he said, rasping voice, slow of pace. He moved slowly but quietly, and his voice was not loud. His eyes looked carefully over the Gas Man and Justice. "Get yourself caught, did you?" he asked, sternly.

Snakebite Cassie was no forensic psychologist. She could only guess that the man had been victim of some violent struggle, and a brutal unpleasant one at that. But...who knew for sure? perhaps he (or she) was throne down a pit. Or something unnatural had tossed him like a rag doll. The dagger of bone...a ritualistic device, surely. But perhaps something more. She kept hold of it. If there was a foul spirit down here, then maybe a dagge of bone would be more useful than a modern tranq-dart. "Then we best not make the same mistake" she said, gently putting the three pieces of jewelry down. It might rankle with Neil, but she would happily pay him the price of those pieces thrice over. "He met some grisly end, although what it was...." Was anybodies guess. But perhaps she need not guess. Touching the skeleton with the tips of her fingers, she forced her mind back through the storm of time, to see if she could witness the graverobbers demise....

GM Setho the Sorcerer was fast, lightning fast. Maybe it was sorcery, maybe it was reptiliian reflexes, or maybe he was simply so experienced and old that he knew what to expect. But he leapt backwards, span left, and span right, like a cobra swaying to a pipe. "This is my domain, devil! I have walked this cavern, walked the tunnels through space and time, and prepared long. From the ancient past to the distant future, the snakes and poisonous beasts of the earth are mine to command!" "God! You are a God!" wailed Mr. Sting, as from every nook and cranny in the cavern poured a dozen stinging, biting horrors. Scorpions, spiders, snakes, even frogs and crawling slithering horrors that no man (yet) had seen. Each could be crushed under boot, but they were innumerable, like a slithering carpet. None were as big as the giant twenty foot snakes that had first greeted them, but the last remaining giant was not idle, rearing up and with a furious speed, sinking its fangs into Venomax...

Both miss! In reposte, the last remaining snake will try and grab Venomax: Attacks Venomax: 1d20+5 22 Hitting! Poison fangs sink in, causing a Drain 5 (Con) effect, Fort Save And as a reflex, it will try coiling around Venomax, giving rise to a grapple check please: Opposed Grapple: 1d20+17 37! And then, as per IC. The small snakes are individually nothing to worry about, but their are hundreds of them slithering out of every pore of the cavern, and this is - of course - a threat to you, Abdul, and Mr. Sting!

Starshot It was a good question, and Starshot did not, as yet, have a good answer. He wanted to find out if the Ul-Mor would help, but had not got so far as to consider how. That was a much more complicated question, practically and ethically. Should they try to eliminate the false pirate religion, or replace it? Twist it? Turn it? Bah, he was not a sociologist! We do not yet know. We wish to free all those enslaved, and are going to the sky-villains...camp....we wish to learn of them, and once we understand them, we will try to free the natives of this world. When we do, we ask of you to help us... It was a vague, but honest answer. You may come with us, or if you wish, we can find you when we have learned what we need to learn...

Mr Murk "Thank you" answered Mr. Murk, satisfied with all Tsunami's answers. "It is pertinent question. I do not know the answer, although I wonder often. Fear, I think. Everyone is afraid, and fear is often the mother of violence" he pondered. He nodded to one of the waiters. "The Codex, if you please...." The Codex was a large leather bound volume, thick with parchment. It had an old, antique feel, and a faint red colour. It came with old fashioned quill and ink well. "The Codex Immortus. Herein lies the written word of the Codus Immortus, and the signatures of all those who have agreed to its principles. And, on occassion, those who have left" He took the great book almost lovingly. "It is here for you to peruse, and here for you to sign, if you so desire...." he said, quiet and regal, handing the tome over to Tsunami.

GM "Hmmm....well it sounds light poetic justice to me" replied the Gas Man, although he did not disagree with Justice. "We'll see how it goes..." he said, non-commitally, and slung his gun over his shoulder. "I gotta get paid, and I gotta keep my reputation. Sounds like Finnigan needs his ass kicked. If you help me kick it, I ain't got no objections" He flipped down the IR goggles and looked forward down the tunnel. "So you know where he is? I don't want to ruin my boots treading through a sewer all day. And I certainly don't want to be crawling through it...."

D'oh! I'm good with that, but I am not sure Rev and V are the best match due to ages and Rev being a sort of Claremonter. Curveball may just be a better idea as they are both in Emerald City (although the PL difference may be an issue). Lament may be an idea too, as he is a bit of a roamer and could easily end up in EC (and is similar PL). I dont have any strong feelings on the matter and happy to go with anybody but thats just my vague musings.

They are currently in a thread together. I am not sure if that makes it easier or harder!

Search: 1d20+7 22 Spooky!

GM "Kill? No, don't be stupid" grunted the Gas Man, taking a few steps closer his SMG not really pointed at Justice, but then again not really pointing away from her either. "I mean, you know, maybe I might have to shoot his kneecaps in self defence. Or I might have to block his face with my fist" he grinned. "Or I might just accidentally drop a grenade under his backside. You know, I mean poetic justice might come around acc - i - dent - all - y" he said, drawing out every word for emphasis. "Look, I don't go around killing people. I just get paid to do a job. I don't want to go down with a murder rap" he explained, as if everything was entirely reasonable, fair, and just.

Ill throw something in if you wish. Well done for GMing.

Snakebite "Easy....easy...." said Cassie, slowly. Better a Machete drawn and not needed, than needed and not drawn...she conceded to herself. Still, sudden moves born from an adrenaline flush where not a great idea either. And even she could feel the palm of her hand, gripping her Tranq pistol tightly, moist with sweat. "Whats that? A vampire?" she asked, not sure herself if it was a serious question or trying to jolly the mood a little. She hadn't ever seen a vampire, but she had heard of them. The dusty tomes of the Crow library had plenty of interesting reading material. Some of it was possibly true. "I'm picking up visions of the past..." she whispered, not sure if it was her own eye or the ring on her finger or - quite probably - both. "Earthquakes and Gods and Rituals...how often they all go together...." she explained. "And now, sacrifice or murder or vampire slaying..." she added, kneeling down to examine the skeleton... And counting its teeth!

Both of you notice the sand moving through Setho as if he is not there. This means you also get a DC 20 Will Save

For the sake of moving things along, going to Fiat Yasser spotting the Scarab, gaining an HP. Let me know if thats ok. Scarab - Unharmed - 4 HP

GM Yasser slapped his head. Or, more precisely, slapped his ears. Why could he not hear anything? "Hello! Helloooo! HELLLLOOOOO!" he yelled at increasing volume as he realised he could not hear a darn thing. Frustrated, he stood up, letting Daka-dust fall between his fingers. His hands crackled with white energy as the last shards fell uselessly to the torn rugs, fully depleted and inert. The sorrow had fermented into fury now, and as it did so he became literally incandescent with rage. He span around the room, frantic, until his eyes came across the Scarab!

GM Setho took a step back, raising reptillian hand to reptilian face, shocked at the sudden burst of sand. But only for a moment. He then took another step back and pulled his hooded robe after his face. "The Dust Devil lives up to his name" he hissed, more malign than before. "Yessss....dust and devil....the name suits you well, does it not?" he hissed again. "Well then, if you and your friend wish to stop me, please try.....!" he hissed, contemptously. "And if you!" he pointed at Mr. Sting. "Wish for the finest poisons in Lemuria, then I will give you them all, and more, if you would aide me!" he shouted. Mr. Sting was crouched in a bull, almost whimpering at the explosion of sand, but at this impossibly incredible offer, he raised his head, his hand covering his eyes. And one could almost feel him salivating at the idea...

Could you both make DC 20 Notice Rolls please!

His notice roll...

Rev "Bold!" shouted Rev, who was actually impressed with "Daria"'s boldness. But confused too - who would be so stupid as to confess a crime (of sorts) in such a casual way? And to do so in front of four superheroes was beyond bold. It screamed straight into "Mad" "I mean, are you Mad?" she shouted, louder, angry at the woman and angry at herself for not understanding what the hell was going on. "Shooting at somebody? Why? Why?" she demanded. She felt her Jets starting to burn. "And why tell us? Because we can't just let you walk off, you know!" she said, as firm as she could, her voice now shouting at full volume. Sheeesh! Its like she is ignoring us!

Starshot No replied Starshot, most happy that he was recognised! Good fortune today! Not yet. And we will not return until we stop the... What would be the term? villains from the sky! he said, dramatically. In his head. They have come to enslave the races of this world. With chains and spears and false religion. Some of them are...controlling the minds and will of the natives. We feel we must free all peoples of this world from their tyranny! He waited for their response. Perhaps, they might have caught wind of the problems....

GM "Justice? Never seen it" grunted the man, until he clocked the meaning of the phrase. "Uh...wait, you mean thats your superhero name? Justice? Well, I've heard worse, that's for sure" he said, not totally displeased with the name. "Well, someone put a bounty out on Finnigan. Some old broad with too much money didn't like her precious daughter getting thieved. So I aim to collect. They call me the Gas Man" he said, with a slight pride. "But I ain't intendin' on splittin the bounty. I got Bills to pay" he said, defiantly. "Besides, that old broad wanted justice with a capital J, if you know what I mean" he said, gritting his teeth.

GM "How? How?" muttered North, recovering from his fear and letting his anger seep in. He was not an angry man by nature, but he had just nearly died, and he was vexed at how exposed they all were. "Mother Board? Whoever she or he is, could have hacked anything we have, I suppose. Or any other agency. Or the Sleepers influence could have exposed us. Uhhh....we are completely exposed and transparent...." he concluded, mournfully. "They must know we are on to them, and are trying to stop them. And the clock is ticking. If we can "Play dead" then we should...." he agreed with Synapse. "....as much as I hate to say it, maybe we should blow up the plane...." he winced at the cost. "At the very least, lets cut of the radio...." "Either that, or we need to get to Moscow as fast as possible....and we seem to be in the middle of a snowy forest in Finland miles from anywhere, so I don't know how fast that will be...."