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GM April 10th, 10.45 AM, 2013 Claremont Academy, Athletic Field "Yes I can do it!" the blue-skinned boy crossed his arms indignantly, glaring up at the semi-circle of curious students. It was the tail end of late morning jogging practice, the day was crisp and damp, and new student Morsa Ven was being pestered again. "C'mon, man, show us, it's okay." urged one of the girls, putting an arm around his shoulder that he quickly shrugged off as he stepped back. Morsa was quite short for his age, which didn't help with putting him at his ease. "I...it is not something I ought to do just for show. Only for serious emergencies." That got a chorus of disappointment from the other heroes-in-training, but also sparked wicked grins on a few of them. "Emergencies, you say?" asked one of the boys thoughtfully, who looked like a giant in miniature. Casually walking closer to the blue-skinned alien he offered cheerily "I bet we could make one for ya!" Morsa paled as he stared up "P-please-" "Aw man, I'm just jokin'!" the boy laughed, patting him on the back and wandering back onto the track "I know you can't really teleport that fast." "I can!" snapped the Lor, fear replaced with anger. The twenty-eyed girl who had tried to hug him raised several eyebrows "Then prove it. 'Less you're scared." The huddle's mood shifted. They now had an angle!

Blocking one sizzling blast of arcane power that got a bit too close with his Bandera, Heraldo's eyes burned gold. 'You're going with him' Rocketing above the air-sphere, the Herald of Victory poised himself, aiming with the Bandera like a lance as he slammed down into the shield! His attack wasn't meant to overwhelm the ship's defenses, but crack it at a crucial point! It struck home with a thunderous crash, the flagpole impacting right above the soldier's head! Briefly, he wondered why he couldn't see the man's face...

Wave-Eye had just gotten the conch to his lips when Spider smashed the last Deep One senseless! Watching the roiling tank gradually still, his eyes never blinked until the last ripple ceased. Taking a ragged breath he leaped out of the sphere, blowing a dolorous note on the horn that sent the water ball cascading across the floor. Lapping up some of the red that slid past him the triton gurgled "Well done humans! Dread Leviathan will not menace your city this day..." Rising to his full height he bowed to the two women in turn "Thank you for letting me help. I am curious wherefore these warped Atlanteans did this, and how they got the power to call on him. Shall I question one? I am good at that." he asked, striding over the wet floor to a prostrate Deep One and sitting on his haunches beside the still form. Poking it with a spined claw, he tilted his head slowly as he examined it.

A cunning ploy, Atlantean, but Heraldo can be cunning too! Fly up to the sphere, Accurate Attack with a +-3 tradeoff: 31! DC23 TOU save for the sphere aircraft.

GM The effect was palpable. Whatever evil confidence Dis had, whatever monstrous power it wielded, deep in its cold heart it was suddenly...afraid. The picture edged away from the two young heroes, the insect eyes on either side of its upward-tapering head shrank, its spindly arms huddled closer to itself, and its voice quavered "I-I meant m-merely" "Abire! Depart Demon, in the name of The Almighty Word!" thundered Arnold as he finished the exorcism, slamming his palm against the thin sparking field around the circle with an explosion of pure light beyond color! Dis shrieked, and the sensation of being merely a mile from an entire city screaming in pain and horror washed over Changeling and Crow like a physical wave! The picture swirled, roiling in the air in a more and more confused spiral, whirling into a single ugly and incoherent mass, until with a last wail that split the air the circle shattered! As the demonic sound died away, Arnold paused, hand slowly dropping, until all was still and quiet in the abandoned house that smelled like old cheese. Taking a blue flowered handkerchief from his coat pocket, the old man mopped his brow, breathing heavily. "Thank you, young'uns" he gasped at last, stumping back up to the pair and shaking their hands "We've done a good thing today! I'll stay and cleanse this place, make sure..." he paused, the room behind him starting to glow, a small purple fire like lantern light making a slow circle of the wooden space. "On the other hand, seems like Lantern Jack is already on that! Thank you sir! I shall not forget this. Good day to you both Mr. Crowe, Ms. Maher. If we ever need to bust up another demon, you're first on my list. If I can ever help you just give me a ring!" Nodding and smiling kindly at the two Arnold marched out the door and down the street, humming an old hymn quietly to himself as the fog of Lantern Hill began to clear...

What kind of folks would be most helpful?

Alright, as evidenced time is not really an issue(Dis cannot do stuff outside the circle). So! That's a 30, +3 from the 29 Aid Another roll, makes it 33. So DC33 Will save: 14. Well then! Shaken badly. DC28 Will check to resist the exorcism: 13. He is banished! The demon is dissipated!

"Hey! Ms. Stone, wait up!" rang out a boisterous voice behind her, along with the sound of pounding feet as Subito Sondo appeared next to her, his swarthy face shining with both the sun and sheer joy. Swinging his powerful arms up behind his head and resting it on his hands, he beamed up at her "color=#808000]Good to see you Agnus! You got a call from your spirit too? Uh," he winced suddenly and glanced away "er, sorry 'bout what happened on Thursday, at the studio. It won't happen again, I promise!" he added, looking back at the older woman with a winning smile, his eyes sparkling. "How've you been Ms. Stone?"

Your Diplomacy roll if you please, TiffanyKorta!

Happy Bearthday Granspear! Many happy returns to this day!

"That they do, Thaelia!" Subito agreed "Now, for the gym! S'just down this way!" Leading the merry band under the broad square arches of the Quad and onto the broad white path, Subtio kept up a steady stream of excited chatter, gesturing at the buildings that they passed on the short trek to the Aaron Cage Gymnasium, with special notice given to the small chapel. "What kinda religion do you have in Atlantis, Thaelia? " he asked curiously as they passed a few feet from the chapel's polished steps, Father Guimont visible inside patiently discussing something with one of the more demonic-looking students "D'you worship the Olympians? Have you met any of 'em?" Neatly shouldering the doors of the gym open he proceeded briskly with the tour; eagerly showing off the circular high-gravity room where a lean young man was calmly doing push-ups, the shifting climbing walls that already had a gaggle of students laughing as they scrambled up the handholds and footholds, the racks upon racks of weights, the high-speed treadmills and sturdy pulleys, the projectile dodging room, the basketball court and the back room crammed with sports gear. "All of us spend a buncha time here!" the Puerto Rican told the Atlantean with an easy grin, tossing the last soccer ball into the closet and shutting the door with a clang "Feel free to drop by'n join in! Alrighty, that's the gym, now for the library!" spinning around on his heel to Cerys and Tona he asked, bright eyes shining with excitement "Would either of you grand ladies care to expound to the newbie-no offense Thaelia!-on the wonders of our hall of learning?" sticking his hands in his pockets he leaned against the wall, poised and ready to go. He glanced at his slim watch "I think we've got 'bout..another hour and forty-six minutes!"

<"...The two Puissants made a pretty big mess of those buildings. Their powers don't match any we have on record, but so many slip through the cracks, you know?"> Marie Leon, the Jack of Hearts of Paris, sounded immensely tired as she made her report over the phone, though its natural huskiness did a lot to disguise that. Marceau nodded, his mobile cradled against his left ear supported by his shoulder as he peeled the hefty potatoes into the sink and watched the harsh flashes of light explode between the two women on the small CCTV screen. It wasn't the best setup, but it beat the nothing he had had only a few years ago. Frowning, the French vigilante said <"I understand Jack of Hearts, you do the best you can, tell..their faces and clothes are obscured by the glow, too much lens flare and random flashes, do our agents have anything?"> There was a moment's hesitation on the other end before the Jack said <"One forty-five, just beyond the alley, I think there's another one you might know."> Rewinding the video to the suggested time, the young man's eyes flicked back and forth across the screen, stopping dead when an all too familiar woman appeared. Eyes widening he said rapidly <"That is Gallia, she's still got Beatrice, did you follow her?"> <"We couldn't get there in time, one of the agents did track her though, all the way to the Chunnel train station."> There was a long silence after that. Eventually Marie began <"...Sir? Are you-?"> only to be cut off by a hurried <"Thank you, Jack of Hearts. Well done. I shall look into this at once. Now go get some sleep, King out!"> After Marie cheerfully wished him good night, Marceau tossed the last of the potatoes into the sink(leaving instructions for Jackie to finish preparing lunch), washed himself up, got together his gear from the chest, donned his costume and slipped out to a corner of the alleyway behind the apartment building, removing a pile of artfully decrepit trash bags to reveal a sleek green-white wheel-less motorcycle! With a few taps on the controls and a turn of the sphere at its centre, the thing thrummed with power as its gravity engine activated, and its rider promptly leaped onto the seat as it began lifting off the ground. Grinning with excitement as he got ready to roar across the ocean, Marceau whispered to himself "Next stop, England!" `deetdeetdeetdeet! deetdeetdeet!` "Stupid phone." Arriving shortly after René's call, the King of Suits looked with a critical eye at his friend's painting, explanations taken care of. Rubbing his bearded chin he leaned closer to it, then turned. "Well my friend!" he said thoughtfully "I like your earlier work, but this latter piece is...transporting." he smiled openly, and clapped the old man gently on the back. "Let us away, eh?" Glancing back at his gravity bike humming near the ceiling he added "Also, I am taking this with me. We may need to chase her down one we're in England!"

Awesome! In that case Marcy goes with René. Magic painting is faster than his awesome new super Zultasian Grav-Bike, after all. Of course he makes sure to bring it along, never know when high-speed chases might come in handy.

The King of Suits took out his phone, beginning to dial the League's public number when Jubatus started to practically fall apart. The speedster's trembling voice and halting speech when he got to 'corral' said volumes, and Marceau struggled to resist the urge to just drop down and give Jay a powerful hug. Restraining himself to a pat on the back, the costumed vigilante said "Of course!" with a warm smile, quickly calling Freedom Hall to explain the problem and arrange the transport of the afflicted Freedonians, making sure to mention "the small herd possibly grazing in Liberty Park" under the watchful eye of "Rabbit, a new hero and comrade of ours!" "I believe it would be best to keep this matter more or less in the hands of myself and Jubatus," he added gravely "This 'Acinonyx' wants to make some kind of example out of this, and any more attention could make her feel trapped and do whatever she's planning to do early. You will? Oh thank you! We will not fail! Goodbye." Putting the phone away and listening at the distant sounds of an approaching truck, the King of Suits nodded shortly, smiling in relief. The two made quick rounds explaining what was going to happen next, and how to make sure the trip went without incident. After the transformed citizens were on their way to their new homes, and the cage of animals turned human had been loaded up, Marceau turned back to Jay. "Well then, Jubatus, you seem to know that address on the card already, what say you go there first and scout the area while I make my own way over?" he grinned "I won't keep you waiting too long!" Suddenly his smile vanished, he looked glumly at the cheetah man for a few seconds, then suddenly gave him a quick, firm hug. Disentangling himself he looked deeply awkward, muttered "Sorry" and drawing his grapple gun zipped off for the rooftops of downtown Freedom.

Okay, how about some Knowledge(Tactics) rolls. KoS's: 25.

The Cult of the Great Bird Lor society is known throughout the galaxy for its rigorously grounded, level-headed and highly materialism-based worldview. Religion is an abandoned thing of the primitive past, a relic from a barbaric age, or simply a decrepit(albeit deeply ingrained) part of various stellar cultures depending on where you are in the Republic. Cults of all kinds spring up throughout the hundreds of worlds, of course, some formed by charismatic superpowered demagogues, mysterious prophets or megalomaniac tyrants, but all of them subside in due time. One place that they thrive in, however, is the military. Lor sailors and soldiers have a history of superstition that rivals Earth's, and since the first professional armies of the ancient empires of Lor-Van, there has been the Cult of the Great Bird. The Myth: Eons before the First Republic, that great golden age of prosperity, peace and justice that spanned the stars, before those stars bathed the worlds in the light of creation, before time itself, there was a formless chaos. In this age mighty and inchoate powers waged a ceaseless war with unimaginable power, evaporating as they spent their strength and reforming into new bodies to fight again. No-one and nothing kept the same form or the same goals for long; allies would become enemies, great hordes would collapse on the threshold of victory, only their eternal selves stayed true and they were without direction. The Great Bird was the first to take a true form. She was the first to look beyond herself for might, made a body of herself from the golden living fires of that primordial world and threw herself against powers far vaster than she, her solid nature letting her tear through and defeat ethereal monsters that could shatter universes with their strength! Her new form outlasted battle after battle, and its source was such that she could heal from the gravest of wounds in a moment. Soon she had gathered others to her side, teaching them to draw from the fires themselves and make bodies as hardy as herself, this army of order sweeping aside the mighty yet transient powers of chaos. At last all but the ordered creatures remained, the unending battle ceased and for the first time there was quiet. The monsters looked around and realized they were alone. In anguish, one by one they hurled themselves back into the primeval fires, knowing that in time they and the ones they had eaten would arise and start the war again. Eventually only the Great Bird remained. The loneliness consumed her also, but unlike the others the war no longer had any comfort, she had found one way to break from the endless cycle, and the hope that there might be another kept her from the pyres. Her vast wings swept her from end to end of the unformed universe, but no new sign could be found. At last, after unthinkable time had passed, she looked within herself, and saw the life that could be. It would require her to sacrifice herself, but the hope of something even greater than her coming from it was enough to silence any fears. Swallowing the ancient fires of creation, the Great Bird was consumed in a burst of cataclysmic power, creating the explosion of matter and energy that birthed the universes in all their infinite life. All that was left of her was the vast Green Eagle Nebula, which whispered her story to the ancient Lor soldiers of the First Republic as they soared among the stars. Her sacrifice has never been forgotten by them, and they alone give thanks for that supreme act of selflessness whose fruits all enjoy, knowing as soldiers can what it means. The Rite: Most Lor ships are built to maximize the use of space or supply key redundant systems for emergencies, but all have at least a few meters free that a small room can hold without danger. The chapel is deep red, spherical and lined with reminders of what the crew and soldiers fight for, who depends on them and the amazing things they've encountered during their tour. In the exact center is a statue of the Great Bird, somewhat like a heron, wings outstretched and head thrown back as animals native to Lor-Van burst from her hide in gouts of holographic fire. Gravity is very weak in the chamber, allowing the Lor to remain suspended in the ship's atmosphere while they drink, one by one in order of rank, an incredibly bitter, spicy, artificially-fermented juice brewed in the statue, symbolically mimicking the Great Bird's drinking of the void's flames. The rest of the brief ritual is taken up by contemplation, the reading of the names of those crewmembers already lost by willing sacrifice, and the recitation of their vow to give their lives for the Republic if necessary. The Reality: If there was a huge bird who immolated themselves to forge creation, it's a well-kept secret. Even the galaxy's oldest beings don't have any knowledge of it, and aside from a couple of nebulae that coincidentally resemble birds when looked at from certain angles, there isn't much physical evidence to back the story up. Almost the only straw those outside the Lor Republic Navy have to grasp at is that cosmic power, that mysterious force that courses throughout the omniverse, often resembles fire when used. The cult's bird is sometimes taken as the symbol for various families especially involved in the Lor military, such as that of Verlee Mirta in the Earth Protection Blockade Wing, who keeps a cult statue in the procession hall of her ship, the Resplendent Discoverer. We don't have a Phoenix Force analogue in Freedom City, which is both a good thing and a bad thing. Good because it means we have more room to experiment with and develop such concepts instead of just slapping stuff into the site's canon because the Big Two are doing it, and bad because the idea of a massively powerful space bird made of fire who gives heroes powerups has obvious attractions. But putting a possible hook into play was less what I had in mind than adding to the Lor Republic. See, I really like the idea of the Lor, those space Romans who are equal parts the Kree of MARVEL Comics and the Rann of Detective Comics, the United Federation of Planets with a grim recent past of slavery and imperialism, the idealistic protectors of worlds who want to have everyone under their banner so they can be defended from the evil empires of space. Part of the reason why I haven't made a Lor PC yet is because I know I'll do it badly. Of course that's never stopped me before, but, um...anyway! Unfortunately, the Lor have the same problem most of the space stuff in Freedom City has: next to nothing is told about them! We know their society is based partially on the Ancient Roman Empire, that their government has a Senate who elects and is adjudicated by a Supreme Praetor, that they have a vast spectrum of races, that they're just a little bit smug when dealing with people whose society isn't exactly on par with theirs, and that they don't believe their kind originated on Earth. That's more than enough to work with, of course, and knowing the genealogy of the Praetors isn't necessary, but a little more information wouldn't exactly do harm. To that end, I decided to go with the Roman thing and latch onto the famous superstition of sailors and religiosity of soldiers(yes, they're uselessly broad stereotypes that don't necessarily reflect reality, that is true). The mysterious cult of Mithras(we still don't know what those statues meant, or why Mithras was killing the bull) was an obvious influence, mixed with the Phoenix Force to give it a little flavoring. If anyone has any suggestions/concerns/comments, or just a better name than 'Great Bird' I would love to hear them!

GM "So, since we're waiting on those ladies..." Protonik frowned uncertainly "Well, I'm assuming Starlight is a lady. She seems a little alien for that however." Clearing his throat the nuclear paragon went on "We talked a little on the flight here but we still don't know much about each other. Gabriel!" he smiled brightly at the holy mutant "What kinds of jokes do you like? I prefer ones about Sherlock Holmes and Watson myself, they're always good ground! For example:" he leaned forward, resting his gloved hands on his powerful thighs, the Russian super all smiles. "Holmes and Watson are investigating a case involving stolen rubies, and they have had to round up half a dozen people from a large household. During the questioning, Holmes discovers that most of the servants are mute, and are thus wholly unhelpful. As the questioning drags on Watson walks in just as another man is being sent out for being mute, takes one look at him and forces his mouth open, and out spill some of the stolen rubies! It turns out the servants had been carrying the gems in their mouths all along, and the case solved Holmes and Watson begin to go back home to Baker Street. On the ride home Holmes asks Watson "My dear Watson, how did you realize their secret?" "Simple, my dear Holmes" Watson replies "I worked in a hospital. Something like that happened every day!"" Aleksander exploded with laughter as the pilots in the cabin groaned almost in unison, which both of the remaining heroes heard just barely.

Player Name: Arichamus Character Name: Cobweb Power Level: 11 (170/170PP) Trade-Offs: +3 Melee Attack / -3 Melee Damage, +2 Defense / -2 Toughness Unspent Power Points: 0 In Brief: Chemist turned spider-themed supervillainess. Alternate Identity: Ophelia Orville Identity: Secret Birthplace: Raleigh, North Carolina, United States Occupation: Chemist, supervillain Affiliations: Thieves, scientists, Suzerain Chemical Labs. Family: Rachael Orville(mother), Ulysses Orville(father), Janice Orville(Sister), Cora Jefferson-Orville(Sister), Nefertiri Orville(Sister) Description: Age: 31 (April 10th, 1982 Apparent Age: Late twenties Gender: Female Ethnicity: African-American Height: 5'10" Weight: 175lbs. Eyes: Brown Hair: Black A well-built, stocky woman with a cheerful disposition and broad features, Ophelia goes most days with her shoulder-length hair tied into small dreadlocks and bound into a ponytail, wearing bright and similarly cheerful clothes mainly in red and green. At her job she wears regular protective gear. She's light on her feet and is in excellent physical shape. While Cobweb she appears as a towering, sinister figure with leathery brown skin, with a padded . The most striking feature of her disguise is the stolen helmet which is dull grey, mostly featureless and studded with eight short glowing red goggles set in the fashion of a spider's eyes. Power Descriptions: The Cobweb artificial webbing has a strict color scheme created by adding trace pigments to the fluid: Incendiary/Corrosive/Inhibiting = Red Extra Stick/Entangling = Blue Blinding/Sickening = Green Elastic = White History: Born to parents in middle-management in two of the quietest companies in North Carolina, Ophelia early life was filled with laughter, lots of friends, a healthy home life and no expectations. Her sisters were all exceptionally intelligent, enthusiastic go-getters adept at the social sphere, while she was shyer and more interested in things and how they worked than people, developing a fascination with chemistry at an early age because of how chemical relationships underpinned and explained so much of the world. Working slowly and steadily towards a Ph.D in applied analytical chemistry left her plenty of time to consider her life, and for most of her 20's she was struck by a strange feeling of being unfulfilled. Graduating with honors in 2007 she moved north to Freedom City, getting a comfortable and involving job at the Suzerain Chemicals laboratory in the North End, studying how things worked. Five years later, Ophelia was bored and frustrated. Her life wasn't going anywhere fast, her family didn't have much time for her, she had few friends and even getting the equivalent of a Masters education in organic and inorganic chemistry through personal study just made things seem all the more wearying. All that changed very suddenly in 2012, when she and a number of other employees at Suzerain were kidnapped by the rogue Grue called Hunter. Dimly awake during the short imprisonment, Ophelia saw how the alien seemed to just do and take what it wanted, from making clones of her and the others to making a horrifyingly lethal toxin, all on its own. After being rescued she went home, even more quiet and thoughtful than usual, an idea brewing in her brain. On her doorstep, she looked up by chance and saw a spider living in the eaves of the porch, stealthily creeping down on a glittering wire to snare an unsuspecting fly. That was the final stroke. Throwing herself into her work, she began researching how spiders' made webs, how they stuck to surfaces, and after figuring out a semi-organic solution that would be the carrier and making some slight adjustments to her own bodily chemistry, she eagerly studied flammable, acidic and elasticizing solutions that the webs could make on the fly with special fluids carried in containers on her arms, even a special sticky kind that let her use them like a trapeze wire to swing between buildings! Her first theft was five months later, an experimental helmet intended for the STAR Squad to help them deal with Mr. Mist, done with enough skill that it wasn't noticed until the next morning. Making some adjustments to it(mostly adding goggles to fit her new persona), she made her second theft half a month later, a dull gray lightly-armored stealth suit part of a shipment of villainous super-tech being shipped to ASTRO Labs for research. Attaching their systems, the two were combined into the guise of that stalker of the night, the cold and venomous Cobweb! Now, at last, she can do what she wants and none will be the wiser. Personality & Motivation: Ophelia is cheerful and open in regular life, always ready with a smile, a friendly ear and friendlier advice. A dependable and always helpful if unexciting sort of woman. As Cobweb, she's as talkative, vicious and snide as she wants, always ready with a biting word or a stream of contempt. She knows most heroes are out of her league, but that won't stop her from trying to get under their skin and make them mad enough to make a mistake, knowing from experience the sting of failure. Powers & Tactics: Cobweb is constantly on the move, preferring to strike from ambush and slip away. Against more durable foes she splashes them with acid to weaken them, or tying them up in webbing to leave them open for a brutal attack, while agile opponents she tries to nab with poisoned stingers on her wrists or blind with a stream of webbing. All the while she's talking, ferreting out whatever weaknesses she can exploit. Abilities: 4 + 6 + 4 + 8 + 4 + 2 = 28PP Strength: 14 (+2) Dexterity: 16 (+3) Constitution: 14 (+2) Intelligence: 18 (+4) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 12 (+1) Combat: 22 + 14 = 36PP Initiative: +15 Attack: +14 Melee, +11 Ranged Grapple: +17 Defense: +13 (+7 Base, +6 Dodge Focus), +0 Flat-Footed Knockback: -2/-6/-9 Saving Throws: 6 + 8 + 4 = 18PP Toughness: +9 (+2 Con, +4 [Defensive Roll], +3 Protection[Costume]) Fortitude: +8 (+2 Con, +6) Reflex: +11 (+3 Dex, +8) Will: +6 (+2 Wis, +4) Skills: 92R = 23PP Acrobatics 8 (+11) Skill Mastery Bluff 9 (+10) Computers 10 (+14) Craft(Chemical) 11 (+15) Skill Mastery Diplomacy 8 (+9) Disable Device 10 (+14) Knowledge(Physical Sciences) 10 (+14) Notice 10 (+12) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Skill Mastery Stealth 8 (+11) Skill Mastery Feats: 23PP Accurate Attack Acrobatic Bluff All-Out Attack Attack Focus(Melee) 3 Benefit (Wealth) 1 Contacts Defensive Attack Defensive Roll 4 Improved initiative 3 Improved Throw Improvised Tools Inventor Instant Up Grappling Finesse Skill Mastery(Acrobatics, Craft(Chemical), Sense Motive, Stealth) Powers: 42PP Container 6(29PP Container; Active, Sustained)[30PP] Super-Movement 2(Wall-Crawling 2)[4PP] Array 10(20PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 6)[26PP] Base Power: Drain Toughness 7 (Extras: Linked(Damage); Feats: Extended Reach(5ft.), Slow Fade)[9PP] + Damage 5(Extras: Linked(Drain Toughness) Penetration 3; Feats: Extended Reach(5ft.), Incurable, Mighty)[11PP] = [20PP] Corrosion Web AP: Damage 5(Extras: Duration(Sustained); Feats: Extended Reach(5ft.), Mighty) Incendiary Web AP: Dazzle 7(Visual Senses; Extras: Linked(Drain Reflex))[14PP] + Drain Reflex 6(Extras: Linked(Dazzle))[6PP] = [20PP] Blinding Web AP: Nullify Chemical Powers 6 (One at a Time; Inhibition; Feats: Selective)[19/20PP] Inhibitors AP: Paralyze 7(Extras: Linked(Nauseate)[14PP] + Nauseate 6(Extras: Linked(Paralyze))[6PP] = [20PP] Poison Fangs AP: Snare 9(Feats: Obscures Sense(Visual), Tether)[20PP] Sticky Web AP: Super-Movement 1(Swinging)[2PP] + Move Object 5(Flaws: Towards Self Only)[5PP] + Speed 3(50MPH, 500ft. per Round)[2PP] = [9/19PP] Elastic Web Device 3(15DP Device; Hard to Lose)[12PP] Enhanced Feat 1(Hide in Plain Sight)[1DP] Protection 3(reinforced Kevlar/Dacron)[3DP] Super-Senses 9(Visual Senses: Analytical(Chemical Composition, All Visual), Penetrates Concealment, Radius(All Visual), Rapid(x10), Infravision, Track(Infravision))[9DP] Speed 1(10MPH, 100ft. per Round; Feats: Move by Action)[2PP] Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC17 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Blinding Web Ranged DC17 Reflex/Fortitude Dazzled (Visual) Corrosion Web Touch(5ft.) DC22 Toughness (Staged)/DC17 Fortitude Damage (Physical)/Toughness Drained Incendiary Web Touch(5ft.) DC22 Toughness (Staged) Damage (physical) Inhibitors Ranged DC16 Fortitude Chemical Powers Nullified Poison Fangs Touch DC17 Fortitude/DC16 Fortitude) Paralyzed/Nauseated Sticky Web Ranged DC19 Reflex Snared Totals: Abilities (28) + Combat (36) + Saving Throws (18) + Skills (23) + Feats (23) + Powers (38) - Drawbacks (0) = 170/170 Power Points

GM The ripple quickly subsided as the King of Suits dug in along with the rest of them, and the cheer of the room quickly smoothed over like a wave in pudding. The fairy prince smiled and tilted his head graciously at René's enthusiasm, every inch the monarch. "You are quite eager to partake of my hospitality, so both of you will have it. Behold!" At that moment, a small procession of robed Fey was making its way among the riot, carrying a slim box on their shoulders. Getting to his feet, Parsinkle marched across the hall, intercepting the group, thanking them and leading the rest of the way up to the table. Tossing open the pine box closer to René, he pulled out a vast length of vivid green silk that danced in the firelight. "For you, wizard of art!" he proclaimed cheerily "It will always bring your eye to the best place to start. And for you, young man" he added, tossing open the one closer to Marceau, retrieving a length of red velvet "This cloth will ever warm you and anyone else placed under it, filling them with vigor!" Turning to the humans the Redcap royal added slyly "There is yet more, and I have a small favor to ask before you go...and the festivities begin, of course." That was followed by a guileless grin.

"Those guys have computers?" Subito looked at the copper machine with a lot more respect. Turning to Blodeuwedd as she began to go on, he started at one of the museum employees when they suddenly appeared out of nowhere to tell Lord Steam that 'one of the patrons' wanted to see him. Following the man's gesture to the dazzling figure of Madame Vapeur, the sturdy boy stared for a few seconds, blushed furiously and looked away as Lord Steam went to meet her. "So she's right there, cool" he muttered, tugging awkwardly at the sleeves of his vermillion outfit. Glancing at Cerys he asked "Y'think she's just gonna try to grab our attention and snag the gem while we're not lookin'? 'Cause if so she's wearing the right outfit" he grumbled, putting a hand on his hip and unconsciously striking an elegant pose. '"Not looking", you say? You know what I mean! Yes, of course. Let us keep a close ear on those two...'

Heraldo slid to a mid-air halt for several seconds, observing the two spheres in front of him and the soldiers inside. Sheathing the Bandera with a sharp clik, he narrowed his eyes 'Thanks for the warning. Now get out of my way!' he mentally barked, darting past them in a golden streak! The sunlight lancing down through the mountainous sea clouds gave the whole thing a feeling of...meaning, purpose! "This is what I was chosen for!" he laughed aloud. He set off in a straight line for a few seconds, then dove backwards, whirling around as he clenched his fist, slamming into the Atlantean craft's shell with a thunderous crash! 'Surrender, or I'll send you both swimming back to your masters! I'm coming to stop you all!'

That works for me as well. Thanks a lot for your Game Mastering in this Tiff! It was quite fun.

It was a beautiful day! The sun shone kindly down on glistening curls and dark skin, their owner having decided to leave his hat at home, and in his close and neat white shirt and jeans the handsome schoolboy cut a vibrant figure. Strolling through the paths of Freedom City's premier zoo, Subito Sondo walked with long, energetic strides past the towering bird cages. The muscular Puerto Rican put a hand up over his right ear, wincing at the piercing screeches that rang out from the brilliantly-plumaged tropical birds. They were annoying enough for the regular Freedonians that chatted and laughed nearby, raising their voices to be heard over the avian cacophony, but for the supernaturally-empowered teen they cut through his head like daggers. Quickly moving away from the shrieks and whoops and chatters, Subito's hazel eyes flicked around the wooded enclosures, outwardly looking like any other teenaged boy going to the zoo for the weekend. In reality he was on the look-out for trouble. His patron, the Blue Dame of Puerto Rico had appeared to him in a dream about mazes and islands that night, warning him that the Chains of Lemuria were going to cause more danger and ordering him to the Hanover Zoo to stand guard before giving him a very uncomfortable hug that wasn't helped by her ever-present azure armor. His hand went to his brow to tug on a nonexistent hat and it took him a few seconds to realize his mistake. Sighing in irritation, he leaned back against a nearby fence, watching the broader zoo with a brief frown that soon melted into a warm and quiet smile. Drumming his fingers on the wood barrier he muttered "Today's a good day. Maybe nothin' too bad will happen?" 'Keep telling yourself that, Herald Meh, I bet I can deal with it! Would've been nice to bring Blodeu along... Such business as this? It would be best not to. Keep our work separate from hers, I trust her much less than you do. And no arguing! Let us keep watch' Rolling his eyes and grinning at seemingly nothing Subito stretched his arms along it as he hoisted himself further up the fence, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and ready for action.

Know who's tagging this? EL HERALDO!

An alien race wants to negotiate the use of Earth as an execution site for someone charged with enormous crimes, but something about their story doesn't hold up under scrutiny.