Supercape

GM Before the startled hero's could react, the enormous crocodile pounced forth once again, completely at home in the fetid waters of the swamp that were knee high on the costumed pair. This time, it did not err, and its powerful jaws closed around El Heraldo, picking him up clean from the water and waving him about like a rag doll, or victory prize, all the time its maw crushing the hero. It rolled to the left, then the right, as if a thousand whips, or an ancient spirit was driving it to even greater bloodlust than would be normal for its draconic nature. Ferocious as its species was, this huge and ancient thing was wilder than its kin. It was possessed!

Round 1 15 Mad Croc -Unharmed 13 Heraldo - 2 HP -Unharmed 12 YB - 2 HP -Unharmed Mad Croc! Snap Snap on Heraldo!1d20+4=20 Snap ahoy! I'm giving the croc improved grab feat (a cheat!) so it sinks its teeth into you to attack and grapple. The Bite itself is a DC 23 Toughness save, and then the grapple is 1d20+18=37! Heraldo is up (after opposing that grapple!)

"Very pleasant" replied Rene, rubbing his back. The translocation had, in all honesty, been relatively mild. He spent a moment surveying the panoramic view and breathing deeply, inhaling the vapours and the scent of the place. "Very pleasant indeed. At the moment. I too, sense an air of potency in the future..." He was no fortune teller. He was no diviner. But even the basest of mystics could feel the prickles of the future in this place. Its importance. "But what of the present?" he asked Marianne, feeling himself warm to the spirit. "What is happening here? A plot to twist Gallia?" If she can even be twisted?

Freddy felt the warm glow of satisfaction and gave an affirmative grunt at the progress Ben had made. He couldn't do any more, of course, he was no doctor. But he knew he could keep blood where it was meant to be... Freddy reached out his hand to the man, who was a clear foot taller than him, and almost as broad. He always felt uncomfortable around tall guys...well, he could take that most guys were a good several inches taller than him, but when he had to crank his thick neck backwards to look at them, he always felt he needed to flex his muscles a bit. He flexed his muscles a bit. "Names Freddy, my friend. Freddy Furlong. Although I'm also called Bloody Mess. I guess you could call me one of them superheroes, although I'm also a private eye. I passed by where you friend had got jumped, and I rushed here to help out. In any way I can. I'm pleased ta meet ya!"

NPC Henri smirked an enigmatic smirk, sitting himself down and banging out a complex and vaguely disconcerting rhythm in the style of biguine. "Eh...Liberty! Liberty! They had it in for me! France Chained Martinique! Chains and Irons, What a cheek! Tears and Sweat, What a reek! Feel their woe, feel the sadness, Tis on you, your highness!" He gave a horrible laugh as he croaked out his awful rhyme. Whilst it was sung badly in tempo and style, he shed a tear when he did it, and somehow, with the rhythm he played, it sent an unpleasant chill down the spine. A crushing guilt that was felt for all the horrors of slavery.

"Bravo, my friend!" replied Rene to the exploding card. "And...you..." he said, more cautiously, to Henri. "Now, then, there is no need for all this nonsense!" he said, whipping out his paintbrush and dispelling the vapours that he had summoned. "Whatever you throw at us, Gallia, I can double it!" he smiled, as a perfect copy of Henri, Rene, and Marceau sprung into being beside them. "And don't think I care any less for the innocents of France than you Gallia! you may keep them safe, but you would chain them! worse than that! at least a man in chains has the freedom of his mind! you would enslave even that! Non! Non! For Liberty! For Liberty!"

Rene's Magic Array is ties up with summon, so lets leave that! However, his paintbrush is now free! So, cancel that obscure, and lets summon up an illusion! Conjuring up a double of Dead Beat, King of Suits, and Rene! Deadbeat will try a half-assed intimidate as a move action: 1d20+4=8 And, as a standard action, a mind blast! as thats sense dependent its DC 17 Reflex to avoid, and then a DC 17 Will damage effect.

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Rene nodded sagely. "Gallia raged? Yes, I can appreciate that. Pity her, even. And I feel that rage does not overwhelm you..." He stroked his beard. "Yes, it is strange times for France. Times of change, perilous and wonderful both. I can only wonder how such turbulence would disorientate the spirits of the nation" "Yes, yes. You have my sword and pistol. Well, that was what I swore last time. This time, my sword is rusty and my pistol is without powder. No, this time you have my wit and my will. Which I dare say, given my experience and knowledge is more useful and probably more deadly if need be. If you serve the needy of France - and heaven help us - there are plenty - then I am with you!"

Ok, so Glow has ST 45 Telekensis. Lets say El Sierpe is around 200lbs (probably more but hey, thats STR 15 Heavy load so its convenient) Thats 6 increments (6 x 5 STR ) on the T&V progression table, or 500 feet! Is that enough? arbitrary-tron activates! Probably...if you put in extra effort on your telekenesis to bump it up to 2500 feet! how does that sound? In any case, Ill say at this point he is KOd! (or at least virtually defeated)

Supercape flashed a smile and a thumbs up a Trigger. "Saving the universe!" he said to the reluctant hero. "You can put that on your resume. It won't look to bad, I promise!" He returned his attention to Taraxus. "Bitten off more than you can chew today, my friend!" he said, smacking his fist into his palm. Damn my chest hurts. It feels like he pulled my lungs out out through my ribs... "Let me show exactly how much..." he added, as his cape and cloth exploded with even greater radiance, burning with purple brilliance, and another clenched fist, draped in radiation, met the burning man...

OK, Supercape will go for extra effort this time, fatiguing himself, and boosting his Strike Aura to rank 14. Standard Action: Punch! 1d20+12=28 which I think hits, and would be a DC 29 Toughness save! Move Action: Nothing!

Freddy had seen the inside of a few ER departments, of course - street fights had gone wrong from time to time. Initially he had seen a few of the wrong sides of them, and later, when he got tougher and harder, his friends and sometimes his enemies had. But he hadn't ever marched up to a man in a coma before. The doctors, they must know a ton more than him. It was just, well he could feel the blood oozing out of the man from where he stood. He didn't even have to be next to him. Standing several yards from the man, he closed his eyes and concentrated. He didn't know anatomy, of course, but he knew that blood needed to stay in the body. In the heart. It shouldnt be spurtin where it shouldn't. He just had to seal it up there and there... He smiled as he watched the doctors puzzled faces. The man's wounds had fully coagulated and sealed over without problem. "Is he ok, doc?" he called out. "I tried my best. Stopped the bleeding and everythin' I can shunt around his blood, special ability I got. I don't know nuthin' about medicine or nuthin', but I know how to stop him bleedin' if I can help anymore, just let me know!"

GM The two heroes waited for countless dreary moments, kept company with the droning of broken crow and the buzzing of insects that they swatted away without respite. At one point, Young Brittania turned away from resting against a tree. El Heraldo spied a pulsating purple leech attatched squarely between her shoulder blades, enjoying the treat. Before he could move to mention the parasite, the water behind him exploded, as the jaws of an enormous crocodile snapped shut mere centimetres from the hero. The beast had swam silently up to him, and only the heroes uncanny reflexes had saved him from being caught in the creatures maw. The ancient terror must have been twenty feet long, at least, driven by some horrible rage. Broken Crow snapped one eye open to give the two heroes a look. "Take care of that! I'm concentrating!" he snapped, before shutting it again and continuing his incantation.

Giant Crocodile has sneaked up on Heraldo! Snap Snap! Surprise Attack! 1d20+4=7 Miss! Initiative Rolls please! 1d20+1=15 In the mean time, Young Brittania has attracted a poisonous leech! Fort Save 15 to avoid Sickened result!

Roi - 2HP The deck of Fools has emptied Roi's pockets. He is penniless, and has already drummed up a tab!

GM Croak gave Roi a hard look. A get out of the lady's face look. And he meant it. "A beer is it?" he croaked, pulling a pint slowly without taking his eyes off Roi. "You ain't from around here, are you, Frenchy boy?" he said "Just stepped off some liner into Freedom City? Well, you get your Freedom here, but nuthin ain't free..." he said, slamming the beer on the bar. "And that includes the dames. So don't be hasslin' what you can't set your sights on, my friend. That wouldn't be wise. Although if you chose the wild Joker as the first bar in town to walk into, I don't s'pose you got much in the way of wisdom. You best mind you get some, lest you end up havin' not much in the way of lungs..." He turned his attention to Agnes, slamming another double whiskey her way. "On the house, baby. On the rocks as always. And stop bustin' my balls" he said, with a broad lecherous smile. "You know you want me! I could give ya all the whiskey ya need, and pearls and flowers too!" he said, putting his hand on hers and quickly flicking Roi a "back off" look.

"Well, I have some fine Italian salami in the larder" said Rene, mustering a smile. "Marianne, you should understand, my...history...with spirits like Gallia, and...yourself, have been less than positive. Deceit has been the spice, and bitter was it's taste. I was moved, like a chess piece. And this is not to my liking..." He got up, wandering over to his larder to pack salami, wine, and bread. "So, my excitement and devotion to this cause is somewhat tempered by bad history, shall we say. And I am afraid that it has painted you in the same light. I say this not out of cruelty, or spite, but out of honesty. What shall I make of you? I do not know" As an after thought, he brought out an onion. "One layer off, and what shall we find? wait! another layer peels away, to reveal...another truth. And so it winds it way to the end!" he smiled. "But I suppose I quite like onions!" he joked at the end, putting it in his bag. "Let us away!" he concluded.

GM The Guns were ripped from the goons, and the barrage of energy from El Heraldo blasted them into the air, knocking them like rag dolls. "Curse you! You'll feel the sting of the serpent!" screamed El Sierpe, before leaping forward with an alarming pace, swinging his fists left and right and glow. "Stand still! Let me hit you! Let me wipe that stupid grin from your face! Let me stuff your tongue down your throat!" he yelled, his arms fuelled by rage - powerful, by telegraphed and wide. "You'll haven't heard the last of me! I swear it!"

El Sierpe will move into melee with Glow, and give her some wild punches, -2 attack +2 DC! 1d20+8=15 is a miss, which brings us back to glow! Round 1 23 El Sierpe - Unharmed 22 Glow - Unharmed - 2 HP 21 Heraldo - Exhausted - 2 HP

Minions suffer! 1d20+3=13, 1d20+3=10, 1d20+3=13, 1d20+3=4, 1d20+3=18 All down! Post away!

The ritual will take some time, so could Heraldo shove me a Fort Save DC 11 vs the heat environment. Could you both also give me a Survival Roll DC 10. FInally, could you also give me notice rolls DC 15.

GM A little later... Broken Crow, in a trance, had told the two heroes to alight in a part of the swamp that looked exactly like the rest of it. Looked the same. But it felt slightly different. A little cleaner, less oppressive. Perhaps it even felt normal. "Here!" he gasped, his energy failing despite his iron will. "The nexus, between worlds. Here, the veil between the swamp and our homes is thin, paper thin. Perhaps not even there at all. It is hard to say. There is always something unearthly about the mangrove, even back home. Perhaps this awfulness always has a whisper in our world..." He lay against a tree, clearly tired, sweat on his body which was looking one step away from emaciated. "Keep guard...this will be...difficult...the swamp may...resist...." he mumbled as he closed his eyes and went into a meditative trance, pressing his palms together and then to his forehead, mumbling a chant.

Technical point Split Attack 1 will allow splitting it to two targets (i.e. a bit pants) How does this work descriptor wise (not trying to say no, just checking there is some fit!)

Lord Steam shook his head, somewhat irritated that he couldn't. "Alas, my powers of mechanical engineering, while excellent, do not extend to the impossible..." "Improbable, perhaps. Impossible, no..." Even so, his mind had briefly considered the possibilities. A parachute perhaps? using the steam cannons as a jump-pack? he would love to have given it a go. Perhaps he may need to, even. But three minutes was too much for even him. ...well, probably. "Unless we use these cannons as modified jump packs, of course" he blurted, unable to contain himself. "But, to be honest, I wouldn't advise it. Highly dangerous at best! I'd rather get to the ground with Cressida!"