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GM "A horse? There was one, nearby..." A fourth image flickered into view, this time of a rocky, brush-strewn hillside like the one they'd come down. The valley they were was just visible behind the slope, and the Moon shone low on the left-hand side. A horse was carved out of black granite, head high and posed as if in mid-canter, standing proudly before the dry ruins of a small villa. The walls were broken, and the main house was a gutted brick shell. One of the sculpture's legs was gone, and the rest of it had been worn and pitted by the ceaseless wind and dust, but it still remained. "I hope you find what you look for within." "As for what that gem is, I cannot say. It is a powerful thing, but...shadowed...my eyes cannot pierce it, or read its true purpose. The wielder is likewise sheltered. I know the stone is not evil..." the water bubbled a little, the mental 'voice' evidently at a loss for what to say "...I am glad to be of some little help. With luck, I can be so again, and then you will not fear to drink. Good night. May you walk in the Light." "By the way," it added, as the Clarmeont alumni began to leave "call me Loholo" at the last syllables, the ground trembled faintly, and the voice faded away. When they emerged in the canyon, the three Spaniards were nowhere in sight. Not a sound could be heard besides the soft chuckling of water and the creaking of cicadas. Even the air was still. The Moon had sunk westward, almost behind the ring of hills, leaving the world in a deeper twilight.
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DC29 Opposed Grapple check: 28. DC21 Toughness save: 17. Bruised again. Cyberdragon clears the Daze. Polarity is up.
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That's probably for the best. I was waiting on Thunder King for his decision about what Solvrytter's up to, but go right ahead.
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Well, the Still Ones could use some explanation for how they 1) discovered other universes, and 2) became a threat. And these are simple and broad enough to be both handy to use, and can have stuff added on as necessary.
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The lives have been played, Valcili, let that teach you never to play with life and fire at the same time, for fire consumes doll houses very quickly.
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Here's hoping you have a very happy birthday, Aoiroo! May your blue fur never fall out, and your howls at the moon always be answered. May there be many happy returns to this day.
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Well ordinarily yes, a DC10 Reflex roll, but as wielder of the Orange Ring of the Protective Builder I dare say you could just whip up a nice cushiony Created Object.
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Drawing back as the robots began their assault, Mind-Set flashed a quick mental message to Maelstrom 'This is better than I expected, sadly. Keep your cool, sis, I'll try to draw their fire away from the others' Taking a quick breath, Nathan worked his will on the universe, erasing himself from the perceptible world. To those around him the psychic seemed to evaporate from the inside out, a smooth glass-like circle washing him from sight. Hastily stepping to the side, Mind-Set's eyes burned as another illusion of himself took the field, popping into view right in front of the hovering robot. Spreading its arms, the figment shouted over the roar of the Curator drone's jets "Hey! Pal! Let's talk this out, okay? I don't want a fight, we can all get what we want here!' 'Before you say a word, Rache, remember which one of us can blow up the world by thinking about it!' Nathan thought ruefully 'I've got kinda limited options here'
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Thread begun. IC is OOC thread is
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OOC thread, for resolutions and discussion, this thread. Playing with fire, playing with lives.
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GM J.P. Morgan & Chase Bank, Mcullough-Adams, Bayview, Freedom City July 2nd, Wednesday, 2.45 PM, 2014 The day had begun like most others on a summer day on the American east coast. For Freedom City it had been even more mundane than usual, everything that made the city such a dazzling gem of multi-faceted weirdness lying low as the sun beat down. As the day had veered into afternoon, hopes had slowly strengthened that maybe today, today nothing would happen. The bank tellers at Bayview's biggest Chase branch had begun to relax, smiling in relief as the hours ticked down to closing. They were cheerfully helping the last trickles of patrons before the big late-afternoon rush, chatting idly with each other when the burning men crashed through the roof, landing on the floor in a stream of flaming wreckage. One, covered in something like an astronaut's ">suit but red and emblazoned with a yellow lizard on the shoulders and chest, pointed a square black thing vaguely shaped like a gun at the tellers. "Out." his voice was soft as it crackled over a radio, but icily compelling "Now." "You heard him, gents!" sang out another of the gang, similarly-suited but weaponless save for a flickering heatwave around her "That insurance money won't steal itself! And we don't wanna hurt you, but-" a wave of heat slammed into one of the steel walls as she gestured carelessly with a hand, melting a hole clean through it "-we sure won't cry if we have to!" The other two were silent, the stocky one in a black suit opening their helmet to release a cloud of smoke that drifted up to the ceiling, starting the fire alarms' screaming wail. The last, a spindly figure in vivid yellow, snapped their fingers. To the terrified eyes of the tellers, guards, and patrons, flames seemed to leap from the floor, heading straight for them! From outside things weren't much better. A comet seemed to flash out of the sky and hit the bank, the fire alarms went off and the people inside came charging out, screaming and frantically beating at themselves. It was the kind of sight that made every nearby Freedonian look reflexively up at the sky, and wonder why, just why it always happened here...
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Makes sense to me.
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IC thread OOC thread: I beg you will forgive the unconscionable delay.
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OOC thread for this. thread. Heroes inspire hope, and destroy evil dreams. Edit: It was super-late at night when I posted this.
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GM Various points around Midtown, Freedom City 9.45 AM, Tuesday, July 1st, 2014 A new month dawned. Despite the chaos in their lives, Freedom's millions mostly stuck to their routine, working to get through the day, to deal with their small problems and enjoy their small pleasures. In a lot of ways life hadn't changed much since the last century, except for one crucial shift... On top of the Surland Insurance building on Liberty, ten stories up, Bae looked down at the street. Behind his fogged-up glasses he couldn't see it clearly, but he could make out the people below. A part of him regretted that anyone would have to see him hit the ground, but a darker, colder part of him was glad to have an audience. 'Maybe now,' he thought, arms spreading as he stepped into the abyss 'I'll be worth noticing. Not just some nobody' By sheer chance, Stronghold saw the jumper start his plummet. There wasn't much time, but she could save him! Abby hit the ground hard, howling in pain and clutching her elbow. Sitting up awkwardly, the young woman just dodged the follow-up kick, rolling ungainly away and slamming against the alley wall. Her crisp office-wear was useless in this kind of situation. Looking up at her tormentor, she mumbled out "Y'won't get me that ea-augh!" a second kick from the masked young man hit home, sending her sprawling and croaking back to the ground. In mid-flight, she caught a glimpse of her would-be rescuee, the younger girl with the short black hair, silent and terrified thanks to the powerful hand clamped over her mouth and the knife at her throat. Catching a glimpse of her as she passed on Allen St., she'd dropped everything and charged to the rescue. "Jesus, woman," drawled the masked tough, taking out a much-used nightstick from his belt "you oughta leave this stuff to the real heroes, yaknowwhatim sayin'?" 'Maybe I can be...' thought Abigail furiously, scrabbling into a crouch and blowing the red hair out of her eyes as she focused on her attacker as he drew near 'I don't have to be worthless...' No thought goes unheard, especially not when Miss Grue is around. The door of the Go-Mart on the corner 40th and Foster burst open, letting in the gun-wielding middle-aged woman. "Alright, everyone down!" she hollered, firing a shot into the air for effect, one that sent the shocked passel of Freedonians inside obediently to the floor. Marching up to the teller, she gestured with the Beretta "You, call the cops, tell them I..." she glanced around, eyes wild before an idea struck "tell them I have hostages! And I won't give them up until the government releases the Patriot formula!" The teller stared at her blankly, nodded very slowly, and picked up the phone to relay the message as the graying woman's gun trembled near his heart. Riff heard it all clear as day. The gunshot was a pretty clear giveaway, though. Really, no need to listen further after that. Ted slumped onto the concrete bench on Allen St., clasping his head of tousled red hair in his hands as it dropped to his knees. 'I'm worthless, useless, can't do anything, I always screw up' He looked up just in time to catch sight of Amelyth flying overhead...and his head slumped down again 'I'm nothing, I'm no good, I'm weak, I'm stupid, I'm nothing next to them...' You didn't need to be a telepath to know the guy had a problem, but being made it easier to guess what the problem was. Marsha stared at the painting on her easel. It was technically precise, a masterpiece. A glorious mimicry of the cityscape on Liberty, but forecast into some glorious future, metal and glass spires reaching for the heavens. Around them flew, walked or ricocheted a myriad of costumed characters, laughing at the silver paradise they were in. They burned with power, shone with health and youth. And were completely alone. Adjusting her round glasses, she sighed and relaxed into her fold-up chair, the lines on her face crinkling glumly. "This isn't our world anymore. It's theirs. I'm sure they'll be glad when we're all gone" she said aloud, the words catching the attention and raised eyebrows of a few passing Freedonians, but not getting any comment. Rene de Saens was passing by, though, and art always wants critique.
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Thread is begun: IC is OOC is
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"Not without them, Lady Temperance!" snarled Wave-Eye, muscles bunching and sliding like snakes under his red scales, the fishman tearing himself free of the barnacles with a cry of relief and pain, stumbling toward the fallen passengers and raking at his body with his claws to get the clinging stuff off. That done, and before the last barnacle dropped to the floor, he'd drawn the conch from his side and put it to his thin lips. 'I am a triton...a warrior of the seas...I cannot create, but maybe...I can mend!' With a mighty blast of sound that was felt more than heard, a fountain of water burst from the magic shell, splashing and bouncing across the floor to pour itself over the dying people. Encircling the chests of the former prisoners, the water shuddered and pulsed rhythmically, with each reverberation it slowly brought color and life back to their faces! As the prisoners breathed again, slumping unconscious to the soaked floor, Wave-Eye let the shell fall from his mouth, the booming note ending at last. His shoulders sagged, and his own breaths were slow and labored, but he marched back to the others and nodded shortly. "Lead on. I'd smash through to the pirate, but I'd rather not sink the ship looking for him."
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Clanging and ringing in his ornate bronze dress armor, Nochehuatl, the Talocan triton Wave-Eye, stood ill at ease in the sumptuous room. The fishman was a soldier bre-well, not soldier bred, but certainly brought up to favor attending to honored guests rather than being an honored guest. Plucking an immaculately-cooked shrimp from a platter with his iron-hard claws, he regarded it dubiously with one enormous eye, his held tilted to better perform this survey. Finding nothing amiss with the morsel, he opened a red mouth gaping with white fangs and sliced the thing to pieces with them. Tossing the bits down his throat with a rough black tongue, the triton glanced out a gap in the wall at the shimmering domes of Atlantis, trying to focus on why he was here. 'They want guests from outside,' he mulled, watching a distant figure in a sparkling robe 'as much to prove they have them as to acknowledge our efforts. The split between the sea-dwellers and land-dwellers grows with each passing century, and...and...' the figure vanished behind a far-off tower flaming with light, and Wave-Eye sighed regretfully '...and I can only guess what will come of that'. Then he shook himself, a fire burning in his eyes 'Enough self-pity! The Poseidon-daughter is a fine girl, honorable. This is to celebrate her comrade's promotion. No dwelling on what was!' Turning on an armored heel, he asked Temperance politely, his grinding voice like a muddy rockslide "Ladyship, what think you of the local water-spirits? I've rarely had time to meet them, and must confess I've never seen such creatures as you described on the way here." Making a noise like a typewriter as he drummed his fingers on the windowsill, he added lightly "And I could easily be mistaken, but one of the young nobles seemed...very glad to make your acquaintance. Could have sworn he stopped to watch you go..but, ah, my poor eyes," he gestured to one staring black orb "they dim with age. Who can say what they see?"
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Out-of-character discussion and resolution thread, compatriot of thread where Babybrawler, Equinox and Foreshadow II deal with a little Dark Lord problem... EDIT: Note that things can have plenty of slight, flavor differences between this and the 'real' Freedom City. For instance, the location of Parkhurst.
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GM An abandoned hotel on lantern Hill, Freedom City, Earth 2014, June 12th, 12.02 PM It had started small, like most problems do. Something that caught the eye, but easily dismissed as a trick of the light, hazy memory, or the work of an over-active imagination. Then it got bigger, more clear, harder to ignore. Maybe window shivered like rubber, someone's faced changed in the flicker of a second, something you knew you'd seen, maybe you heard the asphalt speak to you. That was when the first suspicions arose. Then Eldrich appeared, in full view of the public, warning the world about an encroaching, overpowering evil that needed to be destroyed He swore to uphold his duty as Master Mage and die, if necessary, to save all. Gathering a band of other heroes, he and they departed to battle the new threat. That was a month ago. But the inklings didn't stop. They grew. They weren't frequent, and almost none could detect them, but those who beheld had no doubts any more that something was very wrong. Now, three of bustling Freedom City's heroes have gathered in a secluded place, a broken-down old hotel on the far side of stately and severe Lantern Hill, to discuss their discoveries and determine what, if anything, can be done about this mystery,
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ooc What the Kraken Released (OOC)
Ari replied to Brown Dynamite's topic in Rivers, Lakes and Oceans
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Oh well. Activating Concealment(Free Action) Messaging Maelstrom(Free Action) Creating Illusion(Standard Action) of himself advancing on the robots, pleading for a cease-fire. Bluff Roll(Trick; Move Action) to try and get the Flying Curator Drone to shoot it: 24. So, DC24 to see through the ruse. Unless they're Immune to Reason, of course.
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Thank Gnosticism!God. I was getting worried for a bit there that she'd never happen! :)
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Marceau's eyes widened, but he kept his voice level as best he could "Wait...I have somehow become noticed by him? But, Carl, I am not eve-" Then the distant gunshot rolled like a brief clap of thunder, and his informant-cum-assassin was struck to the ground, blood pouring from his leg. To his credit, the King of Suits took only several seconds of stunned speechless staring to recover his wits, and, forcing his protesting muscles to his will, picked up the wounded man in the usual firefighter's hoist. Running wasn't usually the best idea when fighting somebody who could hurl death from such vast distances, but at the moment, heart-hammering and side burning, it certainly seemed better than staying put. Stumbling out via the broken doorway, Marceau hastily(or something close to that) escaped out the back of the building, moving as well as he could with Carl draped over his shoulder. Every step was painful, but the goal pushed him onward: getting to a safer place, and making sure a luckless man didn't die on his account. Then finding out just why King Cole wanted him dead. He at least had a lead now: the sniper. And it was towards this unseen foe that the King of Suits marched, ducking into a slightly less filthy alley to care to Carl's injury. Not for the first time, he cursed his lack of strict medical training, desperately searching his memory for how he and Aloysius had dealt with wounds like this as he stripped off the pant leg around the bullet hole. It would take a precious few minutes to stop the bleeding, and then there was making sure the wound didn't get infected, and...' It would help enormously,' Marceau thought as he took out the bandages from his utility belt 'If I knew any place nearby to take him. I dare say most places near here won't accept a gunshot victim, not if they think it might put them in the same sights'
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So...apparently I forgot to buy Medicine or Medical Equipment all these years. What a time for that to catch up with me, huh? But anyway, Kingy does have Improvised Tools, AND Jack of All Trades, so... BURNing a HP(2HP) to buy the Beginner's Luck Feat. BURNing another Hero Point(1 left) to make use of it to buy 5 ranks of Medicine for the duration of the...however long you think it ought to last. Medicine roll to treat the guy's leg(after hoofing it): 16.