Supercape

Hound will use a move action to move to the Pool table, and standard action to pick up improvised weapon (pool cue)!

1d20+10=19 Just made it.

1d20+20=27!

Meanwhile The Mess may not have been smart, but he knew when a fight was happening, and it was happening now... He had half a mind to let the guy take the first swing, but his instincts kicked in first - instincts from a hundred and more street fights. I'll go gentle first... he added to himself. He could hit harder than any human if he wanted to do, his mutant blood powering his hard slabs of muscle. But for now, he would hit with just his normal strength. Which was still as hard as hell. "Meet lefty!" he said, cool and hard as a diamond, as his big fist slipped into action...

the Mess is gonna whallop the big guy. He isn't pumped up, and further more he will pull his strength a bit, only using his base strength as this guy doesn't appear a super. And he is cocky. So attack roll is 1d20+10=21 which shold hit for a DC 21 toughness roll!

NPC Screw this! Trouble has caught up with us! Harry loosened his crumpled tie. He was half tempted to down the drink he had bought, but settled with gripping it tightly. He could, perhaps throw it in a tough guys face. Now that he thought about it, that pool cue looked very handy. The bar was alive with the smell of sweat and stale drinks, all hitting his sensitive nose. "Hey tough guy" he called out in a firm voice to the man between him and his partner. "Yeah, you!" he added "I got a collection of broken teeth back home. Your's will make a fine addition to the set!" he bluffed. "I knocked out more molars than your mam's made hot dinners, my friend..."

1d20+7=20 for Mess 1d20+6=21 for Hound So I guess they go first! Hound will simply use a total defence option to increase his defence to +14 as a standard action As a move action he will taunt (Bluff Initimidate!) the nearest goon, who I think stands between him and Mess.. 1d20+5=25

A few years ago, the Mess would have pounded the man to the ground just for looking at him funny. But that was then, this was now. Still, he felt the surge of adrenaline as he looked the man square in the eye. He knew that, even without pumping up his blood, he could take down a common street thug without skipping a beat. Even without his strength and resilience, he was a skilled fighter. The men here gave him no pause for concern, but this large guy...he could cause some trouble. He looked larger, stronger, and more dangerous than most. "I don't see any trouble" he answered. "Least ways, not for me..." he added "I fought bigger and harder than you..and your cronies..." he added. Part of him was itching for this guy to make a move...but as long as he wasn't going to bother Harry, that would do. Meanwhile... "I think times up for all of us" said Harry, with some urgency. "Ricky, gimme that name...before we get caught up in something ugly...."

it is! i just added the wrong bonus!

A not particularly good intimidate! 1d20+7=9

Harry's eyes widened and shifted from left to right, scanning for exits where he could run to. He felt like a rat trapped in a corner. "Come on, Ricky, my nose is telling me you know something..." he said to the weasel. "You and me, we don't want the Fens turning to ashes do we? This is serious, not some punks lighting up a quick thrill. Even you don't want this kind of heat. Can't run your scam's if its all up in smoke can you?" Meanwhile, Freddy caught sight of what he presumed were mobsters. They looked like mobsters anyway. He downed his guinness in one swift moment and swivelled on his bar seat to take a good hard stare at them. "If your' lookin' for trouble, you come to the right place...." he said, his voice as steady and heavy as his gaze. He clenched and unclenched his fist. "Back off, and you get to keep your teeth..."

Notice rolls! 1d20+5=24 for the Mess 1d20+11=20 for the Hound they are on the ball!

NPC "Keep your eyes sharp, Freddy..." whispered the Hound as he moved in on Ricky. "Ricky, my man! fancy seeing you here!" he smiled, giving the toad a pat on the back. He slapped a few dollars on the bar and gave the barman a nod. "I'll have what he's having. And one for him too!" he said, casting an eye out on Fred. Yes, true to form, Freddy was already ordering a Guinness further along, a couple of yards away. And not, he noticed, keeping an eye out on the bikers and heavies here. "So, my little friend" he smiled at Ricky. "I could use a word from your silver tounge into my receptive earhole. A word or two about the burnings in the Fens. It struck me - a man of your perceptive qualities might have heard something interesting..."

Freddy knew the bar, and knew the street. Even by the standards of the Fens, it was a dive. Every night, you had a solid chance of a drunken bar room brawl. A squalid joint full of drunken barflies. "Might get a little tasty in their, Harry" he said, crinking his neck. "That's what I got you for" replied the Hound, now back in human form. "Just watch my back whilst I grill this guy, willya?" he furrowed his brow as they stepped out of the car. "Yeah...watch it real good..." he whispered as he eyed up a menacing thug outside. "Don't you worry about that" said Fred, giving his guns an experimental flex. He didn't exactly go looking for trouble, but he was totally happy with trouble. If he was on his own, he would have been more gung-ho. However, he knew that his partner was not made of rock like he was. "In we go...stay cool!"

"I...err...Taraxus....yes...very pleased to meet you..." mumbled Supercape, at a loss for words. Involuntarily, he backed off a few steps as Taraxus spoke. "I...errr...well, that is...I'm not really that inclined to surrender, you see. What with you apparently wanting the destruction of the universe. Not really my cup of tea, that. I'm quite attached to this universe, really. Some splendid sights. Why, there is this one magnificent moon just of the shoulder of Orion..." His eyes widened when Taraxus head burst into a flaming black skull. "Oh dear..." he mumbled to himself, even as his force field shone brighter.

1d20=5 Supercape, man of inaction!

NPC "Ehhh..." gruffed the Hound, poking his nose around the refuse. "I don't know how dogs do it. Sticking their mush in all this filth. It's inhuman..." he muttered. He gritted his teeth and stuffed his face further into the boxes as the Mess quietly chuckled. "Some gentleman of the road slept here..." "Tramp" he explained, in response to the Mess' look of perplexity. "He may have seen something. If he wasn't drunk on boot polish or something...I hope somebody saw something, otherwise this trail is going cold.." The mangy mongrel looked around as the afternoon light turned to evening. "We better move, or night will hit, and we get another fire" he grumbled in his dog-voice. He sniffed around some more. "I wonder if any stray dogs were here. They are stupid, but you never know, one may have saw something..."

So, can the Hound follow the new scent?

The Hound came trotting back to Mess, his mind whirring as he did so. Ensuring that nobody was within earshot, or indeed looking, the two swapped notes. "Sounds like we got someone who can stand in the middle of a blaze without getting touched" concluded the Hound. "Sounds like a supervillain to me, Harry" said Mess, scratching his neck. "All in the middle of the night, too. Sounds dangerous..." "Yes yes, dangerous..." shuddered the Hound. "Look, I think this might be a little too risky for me to get involved in. I mean, I know we are heroes and all, but I don't fancy being roasted alive..." "Hehe, you are such a joker Harry. Course' we are heroes, and this is what we do! Don't you worry 'bout 'nuthin! Me and lefty and righty got it covered!" he laughed, cracking his knuckles again. "Can you follow the scent?"

Rolls if needed! The Hound: 1d20+11=30 Notice 1d20+11=21 for Search Mess is just going to ask some locals if they have any info. In case its needed, Ill throw in a diplomacy roll. 1d20+1=8 pfah, well it wont make them any less inclined to talk, anyway!

"Talk about the backside of the city..." gruffed the Hound, still in dog form. "Yeah, can't say this is the nicest street in the Fen's..." agreed Mess. He was used to the mean streets of the Fens, and was even comfortable in them, but he never liked the seedier parts of his hometown. The Mess stood up and took his partner by the leash. The sun was still up, thank God. He didn't want to be poking around a crime scene in the dark for all sorts of reasons. "Go snoop, dog..." he chuckled, giving the Hound a playful tap with his boot - who dutifully sighed and grumbled under his canine breath, before marching over to the crime scene to take a look around. "Terrible ain't it?" he said to a passer by who he judged was likely to be a local. "Do you know what happened?"

NPC Back at the Barn As Freddy put on another cup of strong coffee, and helped himself to some spinach, Harry took the accellerant to a spare desk, dragging out his detective tools. He wasn't the best man for forensic investigation - he preferred interrogations and snooping - but he knew one end of a microscope from another. Damn arsonists.... he muttered in his head, stabbing out a cigarette and loosening his tie as he got to work. Drumming his fingers whilst he did so, he contemplated the other arson he had heard about. An adult bookshop? it sounded suspicious, probably worth a look. But here was the rub...what was the pattern? a friendly family convenience store one day, a sleazy bookshop the next. Random targets? He was trained not to believe in coincidences, and by and large he didn't. But if this was a random arsonist, things could get very dangerous. With no pattern, there was nothing to bite onto... A little later... "Its a chemical accelerant, designed to burn very quickly. Not your average agent, not your average arsonist..." he explained to Mess, who was getting angry at the perp already. Hell, he was himself. He fidgeted his fingers. He had even gone of smoking. "Right, get the Caddy. We are off to look at another site!" he said, standing up and pulling the heavy Fred with him. "And this time, you are taking the dog!" he said. And with a blink of an eye, Harry was no more, and a large mongrel dog stood in his place. "Let's go then!" laughed Mess, stepping into the Caddy with the Hound, and driving off.

Sounds fun. A few mechanical points: Flash Bangs and Smoke Grenaedes cost a lot more than 1 EP! Many of those feats, as they are not in the core book, will be scrutinised. Some will be outright forbidden (especially First Strike, which will put you over caps). To make it easier on everyone, I would suggest (and it is only a suggestion) reworking this to standard feats - or at least more "usual ones". The feats of W&W are good for a W&W setting, all swords and sorcery. In a fast paced superhero setting, using feats people aren't familiar with, I am not sure its a good idea. Personally, I think a lot of what you are trying to mimic could be achieved by using the moving feint ability.

Do the Hound / Mess (probably Mess) know any street gossip about local gangs? (Lets call it taking 10 on check for 17). Of course, that may be irrelevant. On the way back to the Barn, Hound will make a few more phone calls to gather information (again, taking 10 for 22). See if anybody around the Fens has heard talk of accelerants or incendiary devices.

NPC The Hound nodded, giving the woman a lopsided look. It's not out of the question the local gangs got up to something...he conceded to himself. If some lunatic decided to arm...and possibly train them... "Thank you very much for your help, Ma'am...you have been a great help. Stay in touch, we may need you again" he said, with as much reassurance as he could. He took her hand and patted it. Back in the car... "You drive us back, Mess" he said, looking at the plastic bag he had complete with samples of the accelerant. He was no forensic scientist, but he could take a look at it. "I gotta few phone calls to make!"