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I think so. Not sure yet.

Oracle rubs her temples, allowing her force field to go down. "Ugh. I will pass on what happened her to my instructors at Clairmont - no doubt they'll want to hear about it too. Lives lost, hopes ruined, dinner late and probably extra homework writing up an essay about tonight's activities." The teen will use her phone - hopefully, she knows who she's supposed to report these sorts of things to. What little she knows of the Terminus is enough - she really doesn't want to go into greater detail. "I am starting to develop a discernible dislike for this Terminus thing." Sarcasm, seems to be the teen's last mental defense though. She offers the two heros her contact information, in case they need to reach her. "I'm going to teleport home. Sorry, but I'm not strong enough at gating to teleport more than myself right now. Contact me, if you need me."

Oracle looked puzzled as the telekinesis lost its grip, doing a mental equivalent of a stumble. She began immediately casting about with her senses, making sure it hadn't somehow escaped, seeing if she sensed anything nearby. "I no longer have it contained - was it destroyed? Or did it turn itself back into a signal and escape? What was that thing, anyways?" The teenager finally allowed herself to shudder, taking in a few deep breaths. It was not a fun night at all. She looked over the room for possible clues, seeing if she can learn anything - but touched nothing since she didn't want to interfere with the authorities when they arrived. Gradually, her shimmering yellow aura faded, but didn't disappear completely. She closed her eyes, and when they opened they violet again instead of solid gold. "And what's the procedure for reporting... this?"

I went one step beyond what happened to Heritage, so I have a sudden increase in available time. Unfortunately, i am using it to handle a vastly deferred spring cleaning. I am still interested in adapting the Inque-based character idea, and should have something workable in a couple weeks.

Oracle's telekinetic aura surged, continuing to crush the Wrackhand with visible bands of force, Even if it's not the most efficient technique, she can hold it immobile until the two more experienced heroes flatten it. "Whatever this thing is made of, it's like trying to crush coal into diamond. I may not be hurting it, but I can certainly hold it for you guys. Do be dears, the both of you, and 'smite it verily' again. Thanks!" Now, if she could just find a way to shut it up...

Oracle's going to try to crush the thing, squeezing it with her TK for damage. and to maintain her hold on it to prevent escape. http://orokos.com/roll/357360 There it is. 36 is a start. STR 50 telekinesis.

Alrighty - Good to know. Heres the TK roll: TK Crush: 1d20+20 40 And it's a beast...

The young psychic let loose with an almost feral growl, as everything in the room around her rattled and shifted slightly save the body of the deceased and the heavier pieces of furniture. Chairs rolled away from her, and light objects were swept off the desk. Her saffron aura pulsed with a surge of psychokinetic energy. "You would enter MY mind? That was a Bad idea...'" She extended one hand as she spoke, pointing her palm at the stunned Wrackhand. It found itself silhouetted in yellow light and buffeted by nigh-irresistible strength in an telekinetic attempt to seize it. Oracle then made a crushing motion with her outstretched hand, the same sort of gesture she used to casually redirect an entire bank of satellite dishes. The saffron glow around the creature attempted to mirror her gesture and crush the offending thing with a force usually reserved for dead-lifting locomotives.

Ok, this time I am grabbing it telekinetically, to crush it and allow Caradoc and Cannonade a round of judicious pumelling. Again, it's Perception-based, like all my other powers. Wrackhand will get a Str check with a DC of 25? to break free, I think. I don't roll against it, I don't think. Str 50 TK should Grapple it. She measures her TK force in tons, so if there's anything to Grapple, and it doesn't break free, she can probably crush it like tinfoil.

My first roll was this: http://orokos.com/roll/354304 a 9 I will HP the roll. Which gets me: http://orokos.com/roll/354305 18 (and I think I ad 10 for the HP for a 28? Not sure)

When her witty remarks go unheeded by the approaching swarms, she feels it prudent to hurry up and head for her destination, hoping the guided pace of the trip will still allow her to 'outrun' the oncoming swarm. Something tells her that she either needs to go all the way on this journey, or break the mental link completely. She will hold the idea of breaking the link to the last minute, however.

I've been terrible at keeping up on things, eh? Definately heading up the path, since I still want to help out my friend, and don't want to be stung.

Oracle's gaze hardened as she stared down the masked apparition. "Blah blah blah.... I'd say something profound, but youo aren't going to be standing to hear it all." If looks could kill - well, hers probably can, as her eyes once again deliver that brutal saffron gaze attack, seeking to overwhelm the creature from the onset.

Oracle's going to use her mental Blast on the Wrackhand, so DC 25 Will save, rank 10. She'll hope she can stop the thing before it flees again.

Thanks

Hrm, can't get into Orobos, becasue I can't find the place to make the account. Invisible Castle appeasrs to be down. Most other dice rollers don't let me post the results. Wierd.

Oracle took action from outside, reaching out to the anomalous satellite array as they approached the building. It may be a means of escape for the strange presence that they pursued. Not willing to give it global access via a satellite relay, she reached up with her mind and gripped them with a telekinetic aura. The saffron glow caused the trio of dishes to point downward towards an empty parking lot rather than skywards towards possible freedom. "Cable has more HD programming anyway," she muttered in as cheerful a tone as she could manage, although the joke was almost immediately lost in the grim reality of the situation. With a flash of yellow light, she appeared near Caradoc, seeking the twisted presence with her mind's eye. Only then did she notice the body, and even through the golden aura of her psychic shield she turned a fairly impressive shade of green. "Oh no..." She'd have sensed it if that poor soul had still been alive, so she averted her eyes and tried to search the room physically as well as psychically. "I'd do what he says," she said in an icy calm voice while gesturing towards the fuming knight. "While you're still able to make the choice."

I am still working on my Inque-inspired alien for the Praetorians. Maybe this would be a good place for it to start? And the character has stealth and infiltration down as an option, as it's basically a pregenerated character that just needs a backstory. I will get this done asap and see if things go right.

I had an idea, but I've no idea how to adapt it to the system. Basically, a sentient liquid being. Odo from DS9, Inque from Batman:Beyond. These beings appear to be rolling spheres of colored liquid with limited shape shifting abilities, resistant to a lot of environmental damage, have some life support abilities, and so forth. damage avoidance comes from it basically being a resealing liquid rather than an actual cell with a membrane. Might have some limitations as needing a trans coder/device to 'speak' or some other odd way of communicating (biochemical?). I even picture it resembling a large amoeba of sorts, with the 'nucleus' serving as a storage place. It would carry tools, a translator-droid or some other communication device, and other stuff in these 'centrioles' for lack of a better term. The origin stories of something like this could range from 'created in a lab' to 'whole planet of these creatures'... Is this corny? Any ideas on how to make this work? Is it appropriate for the Praetorians setting?

Oracle stood back up, the yellow light dimming and fading. at least she had broke the connection between the possessing 'thing' and its latest victim. "Yes, though it moves faster when shorn of a host body. We should pursue it, it is going this way." She will make sure to guide the others as long as she can sense the entity. "if it reaches my limits, i will teleport after it in pursuit. That should keep it from seeking another host." She prepared to intercept the entity again, determined to not let it escape.

Apex nods, tapping at a small audio earpiece as if muting a conversation to answer the questions. "The drive system aboard that ship was the most sophisticated piece of 'magical' technology I have encountered, linked to a steampunk-inspired 19th century boiler system. Since it was mounted imperfectly, it leaked energy like a poorly sealed reactor. Mind you, since it was 'magic' energy, the technological sensors didn't detect the danger.I suspect that the actual dimensional shift caused the injuries to manifest, based on how long they were in proximity to the sealed engine parts. In short, the cruise line had no idea what they were getting into." She walked back and forth for a second, pacing, "I have taken some steps to investigate, although it is indirect. I have purchased enough stock for a controlling interest in the cruise line, and I am having all documentation on the engines sent to my people at LorneTek for further scientific analysis. Furthermore, by acquiring an interest in the company, I have my best accounting and bookkeeping team following the cruise line's cash flow, in an attempt to learn where they purchased the engines, and from whom. Since 'magic' is involved, i would ask that the League assign a magical liaison to the research. I will be heading it, and we can make joint reports on the engine designs, structure, and hazards." For someone who was just in an alternate dimension speaking to a deity, Alexi seems rather contemptuous- but not dismissive - of magic as a whole. "It *is* noteworthy that there is some... dissent in their ranks. Perhaps the Greek and Roman counterparts are separate entities there one faction opposing the other? If so, they could be formidable allies if this more aggressive pantheon tries to follow us. Beyond that, I cannot detail anything about the dimension, as I spent most of the misadventure in the engine room repairing the damage. I *do* have some environmental data, but it matches the ship's log and may be redundant."

OK, I need to follow it, I can't let it escape. If I sensed it spiraling off, I am going to try to follow it.

Oracle took a deep breath and her eyes widened impossibly. Her saffron sphere of emotional projection collapsed as the Damage screeched around her. At first it looked as though her sensitive mind had taken a brutal pounding, as she went down on one knee and caught herself on her outstretched hands. Then she looked up at the Shrieker. Her eyes were blazing with the power that she'd once broadcast, now focused into a pair of seething yellow suns. A whirlwind swirled around her again as her saffron aura reappeared, and tiny bits of debris lifted into the air. With the first indication that she was loosing her patience, she let out a yell of anger as her eyes locked with the Shrieker's. Twin beams of crackling saffron-yellow linked her gaze with that of the hapless Shrieker, throwing shadows into hard relief across the parking lot. There was an almost electric buzz and the entire area tasted faintly of.. lemons? The beam passed right through the Shrieker's head and dissipated against the car behind it. Dozens of separate areas of its brain fired all their neurons uncontrollably under that gaze, turning the brain's own bio-electrical impulses against it and triggering every possible emotion at maximum intensity. As an aside, the car was completely undamaged by the blast, as were the other two heroes trying to grapple the Shrieker.

Ok, going to try to KO it with my Mental Blast. DC 25 Will Save. Posting relevant IC stuff too. This is a Mental attack, I can't 'miss' but I don't roll eaither. so the person may easily resist.

Ok, spending the HP to reroll the Will Save. 1d20+8=26 So a tie, gotta be better than missing by 10.