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About caelcormac

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  • Birthday 05/26/1981

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  1. My days of going last in combat have certainly come to a middle. Initiative!: 1d20 2
  2. “Lets go to the natural history museum, you said. It’ll be fun, you said.†griped Jason Stack as he started to remove his jacket and loosen up his tie. He was speaking to his partner, Aaron Lundgren who was standing next to him with his jaw hanging open and a look of awe on his face. The crack legal team of Stack and Lundgren had been in the area meeting a client and had decided that it would be a good idea to swing by the museum on their way back to the office for lunch and to delay doing some paperwork. Or rather, Aaron had decided that and was dragging Jason along with him. “So now I’m going to go and make sure some school kids don’t get eaten.†Jason continued, handing his jacket to his parter who was too busy staring to take it, eventually causing Jason to just drape it over the man’s head and start walking towards the giant skeleton. “Try not to get stepped on or anything.†“Wait!†cried out Aaron, pulling the jacket off of his head to show Jason the pleading look on his face. “Don’t break it! It’s a valuable piece of history!†he cried out. “Your obsession with dinosaurs has been noted Aaron!†Jason called back as he stomped towards the museum entrance, rolling up his sleeves as he went. “I’m still not going with you to see the new Jurassic Park!â€
  3. So sorry to see you go! We only knew each other a short time but it was great fun. Hope to see you again some time.
  4. Here is an attempt to make a lovable space rogue in the Han Solo/Star Lord mold. Things are very rough and incomplete but having a post up will shame me into working on it more. Player Name Caelcormac Character Name: Rogue Star Power Level: 7 105/105PP Trade-Offs: +/-0 Attack / +/-0 Damage, +/-0 Defense / +/-0 Toughness Unspent Power Points: 0 Progress To Bronze Status: 0/30 In Brief: Troublemaker and smuggler with a heart of gold cruising the space ways and generally failing to stay out of trouble. Alternate Identity: Erza Venchet Identity: Public Birthplace: Occupation: Affiliations: (People and/or groups you work with) Family: Description: Age: Apparent Age: Gender: Ethnicity: Height: Weight: Eyes: Hair: Power Descriptions: History: Personality & Motivation: Powers & Tactics: Complications: It’s Cool to have a code name. It’s not that weird: Hardly anyone knows or remembers the name Rogue Star. And when they do, they make fun of it. Or call him Rouge Star or something similar. And once they’ve made fun of his name and stopped taking him seriously people have a tendency to ignore what he has to say. Abilities: 0 + 6 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 3 = 16PP Strength: 10 (+0) Dexterity: 16 (+3) Constitution: 14 (+2) Intelligence: 12 (+1) Wisdom: 10 (+4) Charisma: 16 (+3) Combat: 6 + 0 = 0PP Initiative: +3 Attack: +3 Melee, +3 Ranged Grapple: +0 Defense: +0 (+0 Base, +0 Dodge Focus), +0 Flat-Footed Knockback: -0 Saving Throws: 0 + 0 + 0 = 0PP Toughness: +0 (+0 Con, +0 [Other]) Fortitude: +0 (+0 Con, +0) Reflex: +0 (+0 Dex, +0) Will: +0 (+0 Wis, +0) Skills: 0R = 0PP [skill] [# of Ranks] (+[Total Bonus]) [skill] [# of Ranks] (+[Total Bonus]) [skill] [# of Ranks] (+[Total Bonus]) Feats: 0PP Equipment (a bunch) Equipment: XPP = 5XEP The Rondel (spaceship) (18ep) The GCX Series of personal shuttlecraft is an icon of stability, reliability, and ease of use. All except the GCX Plus Model 37, which was rushed out during a slump in sales and recalled within a standard galactic year due to its many faults and substandard production values. The Rondel is a GCX Plus Model 37. Size: Gargantuan (-4 atk/def; STR 40 Toughness 11) [3ep] Strength: +10 (STR 50) [2ep] Features: Hidden Compartments Navigation System Remote Control Flight 4 (100mph) [8ep] Super Movement 2 (Space Travel 2) [2ep] Powers: 0 + 0 + 0 = 0PP Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC15 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Totals: Abilities (0) + Combat (0) + Saving Throws (0) + Skills (0) + Feats (0) + Powers (0) - Drawbacks (0) = 105/105 (or 150/150) Power Points
  5. Ok! Just checking in. Glad to know cape found a place
  6. Jason Stack Dirty Rotten Scoundrel
  7. Jason lifted his weaponized tombstone off the squished monster. “You’re probably right, though I’m sure Mr…a-ha here it is MacGleason. I’m sure Mr MacGleason, if we asked him would agree that removing the horrible fungus monster from the graveyard was serving the greater good and would be more than happy to loan us his marker.†He said, confident he could lawyer his way out of deserving any bad consequences for disturbing the graves. “Hey Grimes! Did you happen to see where it came from?†Jason shouted back in the general direction of where the officer ran to as he hauled the marker up on his shoulder and marched it back to put it in more or less the same place and condition where he’d found it. He’d lost track of the Officer Grimes in the melee and hoped that he still had a ride back to the station. He hated having to job. Not that it was slow, it was just that he always managed to step in something. Of course this time his feet were getting a nice coating of grave dirt on them, so he probably wouldn’t have much to worry about in that case. Without waiting for an answer from the officer he walked back to the corpse and pulled out his flashlight, shining it around to see if he could spot any tracks or clues. “We should find out where this thing came from.†He said, more thinking aloud than anything, “Miss Marigold’s story is sounding more and more likely by the second. And whatever is being dumped is nastier than anything I’ve ever heard of. Now then, you don’t happen to see a bright green, glowing trail leading back to the dump site do you? That would really come in handy about now.â€
  8. Yikes, it's been a few days, sorry about that. I'll try and get something up today. Ok, got something up!
  9. Unburdened by his discarded (not to mention ruined) shovel, Jason turned to the task at hand: pulling up the giant tombstone to replace it. His weapon of choice was a tall pillar style tombstone with a sturdy looking celtic cross on top that belonged to Robert MacGleason (1898-1993 Snatched Away In The Prime Of Youth). Jason grabbed it in both hands and gave it a good yank, pulling it from the ground and leaving a nice hole that he hoped would make it easy to put back later. Fresh weapon in hand, Jason charged back into the fray. He moved opposite Ulysses, waiting for the man to pull back from his viscous shovel hit before following up with a strike from the tombstone. He swung the stone over his head and slammed it down on top of the fungus creature, griding it in as he felt it squish in nice and deep. He watched as the tentacles gave their last wild spasms and the fell to the ground lifeless. He looked around, still holding the stone in place until he finally faced Ulysses and said, "Is it dead? Please tell me it's dead."
  10. Oh hey, it's my turn, when did that happen. Jason is going to drop the shovel and grab hisself a big slab of stone, and then it's right back in with a sturdier weapon, power attacking for +2/-2 again. What would you like on your tombstone?: 1d20+8 17
  11. As he dodge and swatted away tentacles, Jason saw Ulysses breathe out at the gooey mass and raised a skeptical eyebrow until he felt the wave of heat blast out from the man’s mouth. It didn’t seem to do much to slow down the tendrils beating down on him, but he was busy dodging so he was going to give his compatriot the benefit of the doubt and assume he knew what he was doing. Between the last good whack and fending off the remaining tentacles, Jason could see that his shovel was not long for this world. That meant it was time for Plan B. Of course, he’d come here with barely any Plan A so he was going to need to come up with Plan B very quickly. A quick glance around the graveyard for something, anything that might help and he made up his mind. It wasn’t the greatest plan in the world, and likely he was going to have to pay the damages later but he didn’t see any alternative right now. Jason plunged the shovel as hard as he could at the center mass of the thing but declined to pull it out, leaving it stuck inside the thing as he jumped away towards the biggest, solidest looking tombstone that he could see. He hope that leaving it stuck in there would distract the thing so that it’s flailing arms wouldn’t catch him as he leapt away toward what he’d decided on as Plan B. It was time to trade his stick for a nice, big, heavy rock. Sometimes the simplest solutions are the best, and Jason hoped that today that was the case.
  12. Ok, so if I read the house rule correctly I can power Attack for +2/-2 without the feat, so that is what I am doing. I'm dropping the shovel after the attack so my hands are free to grab a tombstone next round. I don't expect it to do more damage, just stand up to at least a little more punishment. Anyway, dice: Stab a thing with a shovel, power Attack style: 1d20+8 20
  13. “Don’t touch it with your hands!†isn’t the most inspiring battlecry, but it was all Jason could think of as he watched Ulysses leap forward to engage the monster. Jason was only a couple of steps behind, but not wanting to get tripped up on the tombstones he lept he lept into the air holding the shovel in one hand like a club, thankful he’d brought it so that he didn’t have to touch the thing with his hands. He remembered the nasty rash that Miss Marigold’s fungus gave him and was not looking forward to a repead performance. Just as he landed, he swung the shovel around in an overhead chop, trying to use the blade of the shovel and sheer brute force to lop off a tentacle. But despite getting a solid hit and hearing a satisfying squish, when he pulled back the shove toward the myconid menace off with he could see he hadn’t succeeded in disarming the beast. He wondered if he should have brought more backup. Like the swat team. Or the Freedom League.
  14. Whack it with a shovel: 1d20+10 13 I hit it with a shovel...maybe. Do I hit the damn thing?
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