Supercape

Could we start with firming up which characters first, and tossing out ideas!

Character list. I will edit this according to discussions. [New PC] Arichamus [synapse / Dawn Farrington] Thevshi [Catalyst] Airoo [Young Brittania] Tiff K NPC LIst [Headcase] Friend of Lord Farrington, experimented on children to induce psychic powers. "Created" Synapse. [Lucy Diamond] Scatty with awakened psychic powers from "Powers Project" [Old Team 3] [Old Team 4] Professor Thomas Blackpool: Catalyst's professor. Used to work with Old Team. ? Missing. Lord Farrington: Synapses father, House of Lords Member of the Crownguard / Ministry of powers. Friend of Headcase.

Thread for discussion about a UK/Europe -based super group. For now, this is for players who have been involved in discussions and to develop mythology/relationship map. Apologies to those who have not been involved!

Supercape studied the readouts with a keen eye. "I'm not a doctor, you understand" he explained to Velocity, as he perused the various imaging and blood readouts. "But you seem perfectly able to have children. No problems there. And no horrible diseases, as far as I can see. Just your mutation comes up on the genetic scan" he said. The Lab was always willing to help the superhero community with various problems. And Daedelus himself had sent Megan over to the Lab. There were better medics in the Lab, but Supercape was the expert on theoretical physics. Plus, he had a sensitive enough mind to pick up the tiniest of energy signals, in finer detail than perhaps any machine on the planet. And very esoteric things to, like temporal or dimensional shifts. "You seem, er, uninfected" he commented, sipping his tea. "Nothing I can pick up suggests any abnormal energies. Well, relatively abnormal. You light up like some strange Christmas tree to me" he smiled, tapping his temple. "Plenty of tachyon disturbances around you. But then, you are a speedster. And, well, that can be passed on in all sorts of rather unpredictable ways. If one considers the event x will occur with a non-parabolic frequency according to multi-phase observation from eccentric quantum orbits in m-dimensional..." "...yes, anyway, its certainly possible that your powers will be passed on..."

1d20+4=12 That's a knockout, so you can definatly fly upwards. With that move, you are out of range of the primitives, who scatter.

NPC "Yeah we can but hope" said Harry, a trace of bitterness in his voice as he lit up, then stamped out a cigarette. "And I really hope" he said dejectedly. "Come on Freddy, we got a lot of talking to do. Which I hope you will leave to me rather than your blabbermouth. I'm going to have to smooth some serious creases with our charming employer. That, and pay for some bullet and shuriken proof glass to the Agency" he said. "Ma'am, it was nice to know you, and I sure hope you get yourself out of whatever mess you are in. If you ever need us, call the Bloodhound Detective Agency in the Fens. We don't normally do charity cases, but seeing as your mess is now our mess, and saving you will reduce the probability of a poison blow dart in the neck, you can count us in" "You can't count us in any way, Kid, Harry is just foolin' around!" yelled the Mess, giving two thumbs up. Harry paused a bit, and gave Gaing a wink. "Yeah" he said, simply, before slapping the Mess on the back and walking off.

Round 1 32 - Hronos - Unharmed - 0 HP 11 - JS - Unharmed, Masterplan +2 8 - Primitives, Masterplan +2 Hronos is up!

Finale time. Reflex roll for Hronos, DC 15 to avoid the swinging log. If he gets hit by it, its a DC 20 Toughness Roll. Then we move to initiative. There are eight primitives. John Smith has the Masterplan feat, and can use Knowledge (Tactics) in place of INT, namely: 1d20+10=19 So a +2 Bonus to skill and attack rolls for 3 rounds, then +1 for 1 round. Initiatives: 1d20+8=11 for Smith 1d20+4=8 for Primitives.

GM "Then you should not have told me" answered John Smith levelly. "I have no wish to engage the police. I have no real intention of harming you, but you are somehow able to interfere with my plans. I shall make better preparation for you next time" he continued. "Although I did expect you to come. And I have made contingencies!" he smiled, before returning to his ancient love. "<Hwana. I will not forget you. I will return, and bring gifts beyond that of the Gods. But it seems this metal demon has come to stop me. Fare well, you know what to do, my love>" he whispered, hugging her. She nodded, a tear running down her dirty cheek, smiling. A crack. John Smith knew the woods, he knew how to hunt, and survive. He knew more tactics than anyone on the planet, most likely. As the primitives turned to Hronos, a massive log swung through the air, right at Hronos...a booby trap...

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GM "Call the police then" said John Smith looking him straight in the eye. "What have you got? circumstantial evidence at best" he answered. "I have had millenia to study every aspect of humanity and every branch of science. Millennia. Do you understand that? A thousand lifetimes to master every aspect of human endeavour. I have forgotten ten times what you know, metal man. As the years grind by, you have to continually learn, if nothing else, to avoid boredom" he explained. "And I have studied human law, in every country, in every tongue. And especially in this one. It is true, you could probably tie me up in the legal system here. But I have waited years beyond counting. I can wait a few weeks to get bail and leave. What evidence do you have bar your own forked testimony, and my presence at the incidents in question.." "I have no wish to kill anybody. But you see, I will not stand by and know all the pain of human development, without medicine, hungry and cold. I wish to completely rewrite history. I care not if this existence survives or not. I wish to save mankind, and any loss is worth that..."

GM "Am I ever when it comes to you?" he asked gently. "Because right down in my core, even when stripped of the watch, I realise I have been wondering about you a lot Megan. About our time together, why you left. Perhaps it was this that consumed me, perhaps it fed the watch. But stripped of its lies, I realise what a spell was over us. I realised I loved you" "And I think I still do" "I want to feel that again, Megan" he said, approaching steadily, arms raised for embrace. "After all that's happened, I want to feel that pure love, that pure humanity, once more. To make me feel myself once more. I just had my spirit stripped from me. And I want it back. With you. The one I love..." he explained, his face leaning forward for a kiss.

GM John turned to Hronos as the primitives cowed, and gnashed teeth, in fear. "I had thought you would come. I spied you treating those Spaniards in so merciful a way. And don't talk to me about lies and honesty, metal man. I have lived ten thousand years and after that, moral absolutes become beyond wearisome. There is only the heart, and love. That is all" he said, simply. "It turns out I don't need you after all. I can pull the past here with accuracy, now. Perhaps it would have been faster if I had dismantled you, but time is relative. I can wait forever to accomplish my goals, it seems. I would prefer the ability to transport medicine, food, and knowledge back. But this will suffice for now. Teaching, training, treating. With my instruction, my people can jump ahead and save millenia of bitter suffering" "And don't try to stop me. Metal man. For one, you won't succeed".

GM The Agents may well have been knocked out, and half buried under snow, but they were no longer here. Even at top speed, examining every square inch of them, Velocity could not find them. They had gone. Presumably, back to their own time stream, or wherever they had come from. All they left were their impressions in the snow. Robert came wandering up to Velocity, looking somewhat morose, but with a serenity to him that Megan had not seen since...well, since they were back at university. "So I guess this is all over, huh? They tried to get the stopwatch, but failed. Whoever they where. Whoever sent them. Part of me wishes they had taken it away, to be honest. Now, it will haunt me..." he sighed. "If you want to keep it away from, there can be no record. Records are kept, and they can be tracked in the future. No history, no clues. As few people know about this, the better. And keep the lips sealed, eh?" "I'm sorry" he said simply, giving her a smile.

GM 'John Smith' was not hard to find. He was in the centre of the group of ten primitives, women and men, and was hugging a woman desperately, with tears running down his face. The language he spoke was ancient beyond counting, and limited in vocabulary. But a language it was still. The primitive men and women were stroking him and examining his modern clothing, entranced by curiousity, but even so, they recognised him. "<Hwana...after all these years...I had almost forgotten your face, my love. Lost in the years. But I remember the hardships, the disease, the cold. I remember all the suffering, eased only by the Gods. No man or woman should have to suffer so. I come to help. To show you the way. Here, I can help...I can help you all...>" he said, tears running down his face.

They is the real deal, baby! You have a basic grasp of the rituals and history of very primitive cultures. For this, I will give you +2 Circusmtance bonus on all diplomacy, bluff, intimidation rolls.

GM One week later... Ping! Activated the dormant circuits of Hronos. Another temporal disturbance he was acutely attuned. And nearly identical to the prior two incidents. Again, in Wharton Forest, but several miles out this time. It seemed that John Smith was moving away from the city. Perhaps scared off by Hronos. There was something slightly different about this one. It seemed, if anything more precise. More tuned. More controlled. Was John Smith getting better at whatever power he was utilising? Perhaps...perhaps he had learned how to master whatever he was doing. And in that Forest, many miles away, a group of savages appeared. Dirty, grimy, dressed in animals skins and holding primitive clubs, with stone tools by their side. Humans from, say, 10,000 years ago...

GM The Head Zookeper, a man called Willis, approached El Heraldo. He was an old African-American, with a well groomed white moustache and flecks of white hair stubbornly growing from a receding hairline. He had a fat, friendly face, and a fat, friendly stomach. "Hey there, hero!" he said, smiling broadly with an infectious grin at the young man. "Thanks for saving our skins. That there snake was bad enough, but I dare say more people would have been crushed right here..." he shook his head. "I don't know why we did that! It just seemed...so logical at the time..." he muttered, unhappily as he surveyed the crush. There were plenty of bruises but no broken bones. "Damned if I know what happened. They probably drag me over the coals for that. Been running this zoo for twenty years, and now this. What an end to a career..." he lamented. "Theres probably gonna be all sorts of questions. I better take your name and number, and your girlfriends. If you can spare a bit of time tomorrow, I'm probably gonna need you to help clear up what happened here!"

GM There was indeed a perimeter - a seemingly perfect circle. Anything that exited the circle evaporated - or more precisely, phased back to its origin time. Aside from the unconscious Spaniards who Hrnonos dragged out of the circle, upon which point they phased out of his hands, Hronos also caught sight of a blown leaf that fluttered outside the circle and vanished. Then, a squirrel jumped away, hopping brightly, only to phase away. Whatever time distrurbance had occured - it had dragged the earth, plants, animals and Spaniards right into the future. But only for a small area. As soon as something left that area, it went right back to the past. And at its epicentre, the tripod markings.

Rene brought out his paintbrush and scanned the frenzy. The tide was turning, but Parsinkle was a cunning fox, and he had no wish for the manipulator to seize any advantage. His paintbrush required considerable skill to use, someone who could actually paint. It was a rare enough talent amongst humans, but perhaps the Fey - they were known for skill in all things artistic or poetic. He still had to fight for Parsinkle. Of course, it need not be effective. He threw the paintbrush into the face of a nearby Fey rebel. "Sorry about that, my friend! But if you can paint, use that little marvel! And if you can't, rush it to someone who can!" he called out.

Rene is going to throw his paintbrush at the likeliest looking candidate! 1d20+4=23 which probably bops him/her on the nose, and causes a mighty DC 19 Toughness save. And hopefully they can use it!

GM "<tralalala All praise to his Glory tralalala>" sang the tuneless Spaniard, in defiance of any attempts by Hronos to convey reason. "<I believe you not, devil! Only lies and wickedness can come from your metal mouth! However, I will take oppurtunity to run away as fast as I can!>" he explained, as he got to his feet, and - with gauntlets still clapped over ears - started to run away. He fell, once, bashing his nose which started to bleed. But this did not stop his determination to keep hands over helmet and feet engaged in retreat. However, not thirty feet away, there was a blur, a silent explosion of shifting angles and ozone, and he was gone, just like that. Just like the Tyranassaurus has disappeared from Hronos' hands...

GM The big nosed and small brained Spaniard clapped his hands to his ears at the sound of Hronos. A dull ring of metal clanged through the forest as gauntlet hit helmet. "<Devil! Devil! I cannot hear you! Tralalala!>" he sang, clamping his eyes shut. "<No torture shall make me listen to your serpent tongue! For I shall give my soul to God, where I shall rest eternal by his side to the sound of golden trumpets played by angels! Golden trumpets!>" he wailed, tears running down his cheeks. He finished off by singing, in a loud and remarkably out of tune voice, a Spanish hymn to the power of God, over and over again, each time with a slightly different atonal variation, so as to compound musical insult.

Could you throw me a diplomacy roll to see if you can calm the fool down?

Pitch is using the Cantos Cane to try a mind control on the hellhound, so thats a DC 20 Will Save. Its not effortless, so only one shot really (I dont quite fancy burning an HP to try again!)