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  1. Time to make some changes to Terrifica. Mechanical ones. 9 PP to work with. Feats Adding Beginner's Luck and Luck 2. Removing 1 rank of Equipment. 2 PP total added. Equipment Stripping out her Grapple Gun and Utility Belt. At 5 EP total, this accounts for the lost rank of Equipment. Powers Adding Gadgets 1 [7PP] (Utility Belt). Sample Allocations: Speed 1 (Extra: Linked [+/-o]) + Super Movement 2 (Slow Fall, Swinging; Extra: Linked [+/-o]) (Grapple Gun) [5PP] Enhanced Skill 1 (Disable Device 4) (Masterwork Thieves Tools) [1PP] Enhanced Skill 1 (Knowledge [physical sciences] 4) (Physical Science Pamphlet) [1PP] Super Senses (Infravision, Ultravision, Analytical Full Vision, Microscopic Vision 1 [dust-sized]) (Visual Scanner) [5PP] Concealment 4 (All Visual Senses; Power Feat: Close Range; Flaw: Blending) (Chameleonic Field Projector) [5PP] Corrosion 1 (Cutting Laser) [3PP] As you can see, essentially personal range support effects. She's got the staff and her hands for combat, this is straight Utility. Masterwork Tools will be a bit more...variable, depending on the situation. There are a few skills that use tools, after all. I'll do much the same with the various Pamphlets, as a replacement for the lost Reference Materials. Super Senses pretty much explains itself, however I may also use Extended Normal Vision in place of the Analytical Full Vision. Concealment is Concealment, nothing special there. As for the Corrosion, that's specifically for cutting through small objects quickly. I saw it used in the DC 3E books as Equipment (which is...I dunno about that) for some of the Batclan, so I figure it'll be decent enough as a Gadgets setting.
  2. Nevermore as Raven III? Power Level: 11; Power Points Spent: 202/202 STR: +5 (20), DEX: +5 (20), CON: +3 (16), INT: +4 (18), WIS: +3 (16), CHA: +2 (14) Tough: +3/+9, Fort: +9, Ref: +9, Will: +9 Skills: Acrobatics 7 (+12), Computers 11 (+15), Drive 10 (+15), Escape Artist 10 (+15), Gather Information 8 (+10), Intimidate 13 (+15), Investigate 11 (+15), Knowledge (behavioral science) 4 (+8), Knowledge (physical sciences) 4 (+8), Knowledge (streetwise) 4 (+8), Language 8 (+8), Notice 9 (+12), Search 6 (+10), Sense Motive 9 (+12), Stealth 7 (+12), Survival 7 (+10) Feats: Accurate Attack, All-Out Attack, Attack Focus (melee) 8, Beginner's Luck, Benefit (Team Raven), Benefit (Wealth), Chokehold, Defensive Attack, Dodge Focus 6, Eidetic Memory, Evasion, Improved Disarm, Improved Grapple, Improved Pin, Improved Trip, Improvised Tools, Jack-of-All-Trades, Luck 2, Online Research, Power Attack, Second Chance (Mind Control), Second Chance (Mind Reading), Skill Mastery (KD's choice), Startle, Takedown Attack 2, Track, Well-Informed Powers: Gadgets 2 Leaping 1 (Jumping distance: x2) Martial Arts (Strike 4) (DC 24; Mighty) Raven III Costume (Device 6) (Hard to lose) Armor Plating (Protection 6) (+6 Toughness) Close Range Computer Uplink (Datalink 1) (sense type: radio; Subtle (subtle)) Grapnel Gun (Linked) Electroreactive Glider Cape (Flight 3) (Alternate; Speed: 50 mph, 440 ft./rnd; Gliding; Subtle (subtle)) Enhanced Speed (Grapnel Gun Only) (Speed 2) (Linked; Speed: 25 mph, 220 ft./rnd; Stacks with (Speed 1+2)) Swingline (Grapnel Gun) (Super-Movement 3) (Linked; swinging, wall-crawling 2 (full speed)) Head's-Up Display (Super-Senses 3) (direction sense, distance sense, time sense) In-Built Headset (Communication 5) (sense type: radio; Subtle (subtle)) Night Vision Lenses (Super-Senses 3) (darkvision, infravision) Protective Thermal Under-Layer (Immunity 2) (environmental condition: Heat, environmental condition: Cold; Limited - Half Effect) Speed 1+2 ([Stacking ranks: +2], Speed: 50 mph, 440 ft./rnd) Attack Bonus: +5 (Ranged: +5, Melee: +13, Grapple: +18) Attacks: Martial Arts (Strike 4), +13 (DC 24), Unarmed Attack, +13 (DC 20) Defense: +13 (Flat-footed: +4), Knockback: -4 Initiative: +5 Languages: Native Language, Other Language, Other Language, Other Language, Other Language, Other Language, Other Language, Other Language, Other Language Totals: Abilities 44 + Skills 32 (128 ranks) + Feats 41 + Powers 45 + Combat 24 + Saves 16 + Drawbacks 0 = 202 As we've talked about it in Discord some, here you go KD. Let me know how you feel about it. Uh...the Languages you already know what they are. Those are placeholders so Herolab will shush.
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    Literally shoving her out of the way of a Beam O' Death. That's the absolute last memory. But if you're talking before Auric even showed up...I dunno. Something wedding prep related, probably. Or maybe they boned. Or maybe it was just a quiet lunch at a local café. I've never thought the specifics were that important, see. So you can make up something appropriate and I'll just go with it.
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    The waitress (a woman of African descent who introduced herself as Martha) got the three seated, but unfortunately had to tell Denise that the Queen didn’t serve alcohol. Chef McQueen was occasionally visible, flitting in and out of the kitchen to tend to various apparent VIPs, casual friends, and long time regulars. She looked like one happy woman, if a bit harried. It was as if this was where she belonged, more than anywhere else in the universe. And to be fair, when she did appear to tend to a table, she always left those seated there smiling as she departed.
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    Stalwart strode fully inside the chapel. “Blinded by your own afterimages, Pacer. It isn’t the first time and won’t be the last.” The World’s Mightest Teenager turned his attention to Lurlene. “I told you, this is a house of God.” His hands shot out and the angry young woman quickly found herself grappled and held immobile by arms that simply didn’t look like they were this strong. It was as if she was held by steel bands instead of flesh and blood. “Stop this. Surrender and go quietly with the police, or I’ll hold you as long as it takes for this speedy trio to knock you unconscious.”
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    Naomi couldn’t quite parse what Jann said, but she understood the first sentence at least. [Sure, and that’s you, Jann. I’m in the other group. I have things and people I want to protect.] She stood up, as Corrine did. [Jann said it best, Corinne. If you don’t want to, then don’t. I’ll look out for you if anything happens, regardless.] She smiled at the taller girl, and then looked thoughtful. [I don’t mean to pressure you, though. If all you want is to learn to control your powers and then live a normal life, then that’s A Good Thing. I’m a little jealous, even.] She walked to the trash can, which was by the door. She put her cup into it, and waited for the other two.
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    PC Terrifica tilted her head, looking slighty puzzled at Grim’s words. She stood with her hands clasped together behind her and her feet shoulder width apart. Then Gabriel added his ideas. “I can assure, no part of me is Jewish. You’ve met my double on this world today, after all.” It was decidedly odd for Grim to forget the Empress’s mostly Chinese appearance, but stranger things had happened. “Of course, Grimalkin and Hyperactive’s task is purely a scouting mission. Cave systems can be fiendishly complex, and if we have to go in that way, I would really rather not get lost. And this is no benefit to revealing our full numbers unnecessarily. As Gabriel said, any use of force should be a backup plan at best.” Of course, she was now reminded more fully of her duplicate’s wishes, and sighed. “With that said, if we do end up in combat, I suggest not holding back. Our numbers are virtually even, and two of them are apparently dragons.” She did know of the one on the Freedom League, Gabriel’s colleague. That was more than enough to encourage her to go all out. “If everyone’s ready, then let’s get started. Gabriel is already on his way. Chrome, shall we follow as a discreet distance?”
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    Stalwart's had about enough of Lurlene's nonsense. So, he's 1. use a move action to get into melee range. 2. Use a standard action to use All Out and Accurate Attack feats, moving his attack bonus to +15, and attempt to start a grapple. It's a melee attack check. for 33. So that's a good grab, there. Next up is the Grapple check. Stalwart's bonus, with Combat Strength, is +31. Nat 20 for 51. So yeah, she's good and grappled. And 3. Now that's she's grappled, Pin Lurlene. So. She is Immobile, has lost her dodge bonus and 4 Defense Bonus.
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    PC Queenie looked at the three younger heroes. Heavens, when had she become the mature, rational adult in the room? Well, whatever. “The plan is to go ask those two rifle toting goons what’s going on here. If they need a beating, we’ll give them one.” She clenched her ring hand into a fist in front of her body. “If the door’s locked, then we knock.” Her force field flicked back on, and she glowed brightly with power. “Real loud.” Some lunatic had endangered thousands of lives with this stunt. He had better have a good reason, or Maybelle McQueen would take great pleasure in bludgeoning him unconscious. “Endeavour can handle the tech involved. Miracle Girl and I can watch her back, and Hyperactive can sweep through any other goons down there.” Three years in Freedom City had taught her a thing or two about basic combat tactics. “Sound good?”
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    GM Sha’ir The Spellsmith The girl snapped a haughty “I just told you.” However, her obvious terror made it less convincing. Also, her accent was decidedly Hispanic now, a further sign of whatever had been disguising her. “My storm is stopping the other one from leaving. Unless you want a double powered storm hitting Miami. Or Washington. Or Freedom City.” It was then she took a good look at herself, and even the act of being haughty and superior dropped away. “No, no, no. Carmen, no.” Desperation filled her voice and face. “Please, you’re a superhero, right? Can you help us?” She stifled a sob. “My friends and I were the sworn defenders of Buenos Aires. We defeated an enemy. The UNISON man that took her away, he said there was a school for us in Los Estados. But he did not know. We had no money to bring our families. Cesar Sionis, the owner of that island, has a lot of money. He promised to help. He lied.” The girl started to cry a little. “He is mad. He wants his revenge on men named Stratos and Gardener, and he needed our power to get it.” She wept openly, in the way only someone who could truly see no way out could. “I refused and ran away, but then there was a storm growing. Carmen and Maya would never do this! We are heroes! We promised each other we would protect, not destroy!” She sobbed shamelessly, nearly incoherent. “Please, you must save my friends from this madman!”
  11. This is where both the rolls and the questions go. Ask me anything, @Sandman XI. IC thread is here. I figure Wesley's comeback could be going better, and somehow he got 'ported into the space between dimensions. And yes, he's kind of travelled through time as well as dimensions. Freedom City doesn't exist on Earth-Phoenix. It's just an unremarkable part of New Jersey several miles from Atlantic City.
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    Earth-Phoenix. United States of America. New Jersey. Several miles outside of Atlantic City. June 21, 2012 (Earth-Phoenix time). 11:30 PM. The young woman was short, barely five feet tall. She was pale and thin, as if she’d been sick for a long time and perhaps still was. She was lucky if she weighed 90 pounds. There was definitely an air of fragility about her. She stood alone, dressed in a worn black dress and heavy black boots, a mysterious bracelet wrapped around her wrist. Her hair was jet black, straight, and down to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were blue, and strikingly so. Most people who saw her would see someone in need of help, a pitiable example of humanity. However, what most people saw was not the truth. This was the most powerful Black Mage on Earth-Phoenix. This was Blackrose, leader of the runaway children’s group named the Exiles. Normally, she wouldn’t be alone like this. Her physical fragility was no act. However, fellow Exiles founder Radical Dreamer (owner of the most powerful variant of future sight on Earth-Phoenix) had insisted she come alone to this place. A field by the sea, near a small town in New Jersey. She had come alone, but the rest of the main Exiles were close by, in that small town. Both Flare and Windstorm could be here in under half a minute, Flare especially. All the same, it was…weird and unsettling to be alone. Blackrose realized with a start that she hadn’t been entirely alone like this in years. Ever since the quest for what graced her wrist. And even then, she’d soon encountered Cory, and the rest was history. “Are you sure, Dreamer?” Blackrose spoke to the warm night air. Dreamer was slightly telepathic as well, and she was well within his range. She frowned slightly, listening to one of her oldest friends speak in her mind. “No, it just seemed weirder than usual for you. I forgot I even had this dress.” She listened a little more. “Okay, so the dimension piercing spell? I mean, that’s weird. I’ve never used it before. I didn’t even know you knew it existed.” Dreamer spoke more, only for her mental ears. “Yeah, I know. I’m just worried about opening a hole to there. That’s the blank spot between dimensions, Dreamer. It’s really dangerous.” She sighed, listening to him again. “Yeah, you’re never wrong, I know. It’s up to me to do it right. So shush, oh Radical One.” Blackrose extended her hand out (the one with the bracelet on it) and a quarterstaff seemed to form (right in her hand) out of the darkness of the night itself. It was wooden, but so black light itself seemed unable to fully escape it. She spoke words in a language that had been dead (destroyed for the evil its speakers once did) for millennia when the Messiah walked the earth, and what appeared to be a black dust storm sprung up out of nowhere. However, the “dust” was Black Magic and the wind was her will. Thus nothing was disturbed. She spoke faster, quickly reaching a crescendo. The staff in her hand somehow got blacker, and a hole in the fabric of reality tore open in front of her. Depositing on the ground one Wesley Knight, currently going by the superhero name Vitalas, late of Freedom City. Which, to his surprise, he was no longer in. Despite seeming to be in the exact same geographical location. Blackrose spoke a few more words in that terrible language, and the hole closed before anything else came through. Thankfully. She leaned on her staff, a little tired. She’d never had the stamina for staying up late, among so many other things. “Are you all right?” She spoke to the bewildered stranger. “Going through the Void can be traumatic, or so I’ve read. Ah, and I didn’t summon you. You have someone else to thank for your trip to the Void. I just pulled you out of it.”
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    “Oh.” Mona was silent. She vanished from Warren’s RADAR, but only for an instant. She ran into his chest fast enough to throw off his balance and send both of them to the floor. Getting up was impossible, as he had a tiny girl’s arms wrapped around him in a tight hug and the rest of her pretty much in his lap. Mona was (almost literally) glowing with sheer happiness. She wasn’t crying, but her eyes were certainly moist. “We could go anywhere, but I want you to meet Grandma. She’s in history books, you know.” Indeed she was, but as the Silver Streak instead of Holly Wood. Not that the secret identity of a long retired Golden Age superheroine mattered much anymore.
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    Mona just looked at Warren. And looked. And looked some more. It rapidly became obvious she wasn’t processing information very well at the moment. Her mouth moved, but no sound came out. However, a block away a dog howled. And just like that, she disappeared. One moment she was warm under Warren’s hands, and the next he was only holding air. Five terrifying seconds later, a very small voice (like from a very small girl) came from behind Warren. “Why?” It was the first real question Mona has asked him. The kind that mattered, anyway. “I’m not pretty. I’m not smart. I’m not charming or witty. I’m just fast. That’s all.” There was something vaguely sad in her summing herself up that way. As if she had no noticeable personality traits and there was nothing at all special about her aside from her speed. “My brother, my aunt and my uncle are mi familia. We have to be there for each other.” She wasn’t speaking sadly, however. She was simply matter of fact about it. “So why? I don’t understand.” She was, however, completely baffled and totally confused. “Why would you want to spend time with me?” The unspoken question being, why would anyone?
  15. “You did.” Maybelle had an amused smile on her face. “Had the front reinforced with titanium bars after the Incursion. You’d have noticed going through those.” She turned to go. “If you need something else to take the edge off, tell Clara. I’ve got a pair of regular chickens to fry.” She looked over one shoulder a bit sheepishly. “The fryer is only but so big, and since they’re whole it’ll take a while. I don’t believe in cooking food before it’s ordered. I’ll eat, sunshine. After the lunch rush. Dunno why I ever try to eat during it.” She walked away, and soon Clara was back with a tall glass of ice and Coca Cola. “You need anything else? Knowing ‘Belle, it’ll be at least a half hour before you see chicken.”