Sylinator

"I, uh, never really had any pets. But it's always nice to see what kinds of pets that people with powers have. Even agents of the divine need companionship, after all," she simply smiled, and after A Mutt described what kind of otherworldly dog Dead Head's pet was, she responded, "Well, whatever he is, he's adorable!" squatting to the supernatural canine's level as she began to baby-talk A Mutt with a "Yes he is! Yes he is." She really did find him adorable, despite, or perhaps, because of the glowing eyes, fangs, and claws on A Mutt as well, a consequence of the Super Freaks tending not to judge based on appearance or sell their abilities short, especially not if one has transcended mortal limitations and been blessed by the divine. She then turned her gaze back up at Dead Head and asked him, "One of Legba's, huh? Far out! Is he hard to handle?"

Master Villain Build #1: Draconic Metahuman Strength 13, Stamina 12, Agility 0, Dexterity 0, Fighting 6, Intellect 10, Awareness 7, Presence 6 Advantages All-out Attack, Assessment, Benefit 4: Metahuman Leader, Chokehold, Connected, Daze (Intimidation), Diehard, Eidetic Memory, Equipment 5, Fascinate (Expertise: Metahuman Leader), Fascinate (Persuasion), Fearless, Great Endurance, Improved Grab, Improved Hold, Inspire, Interpose, Inventor, Jack-of-all-trades, Languages 4, Leadership, Move-by Action, Power Attack, Startle, Takedown, Ultimate Effort: Will Save Skills Close Combat: Unarmed 4 (+10), Deception 6 (+12), Expertise: Metahuman Leader 8 (+18), Expertise: Science 10 (+20), Expertise: Survival 4 (+14), Insight 6 (+13), Intimidation 8 (+24/+16), Investigation 4 (+14), Persuasion 6 (+12), Technology 8 (+18) Powers Claws: Strength-based Damage 2 (DC 30; Multiattack, Penetrating 2) Dragon Wings: Flight 5 (Speed: 60 miles/hour, 900 feet/round; Wings) Enlarged Frame: Growth 4 (+4 STR, +4 STA, +2 Intimidate, -4 Stealth, -2 active defenses, +1 size rank, +4 mass ranks; Innate; Permanent) Fangs: Strength-based Damage 5 (DC 33; Penetrating 5; Grab-based) Fire Breath: Cone Area Damage 10 (fire, DC 25; Cone Area: 60 feet cone, DC 20; Reduced Range: close) Healing Factor: Regeneration 3 (Every 3.33 rounds; Feature: Regrowth) Reptilian Senses: Senses 4 (Acute (Type): Scent, Low-light Vision, Tracking: Scent 1: -1 speed rank) Scales: Protection 4 (+4 Toughness; Impervious; Noticeable: Dark red hide with black ventral plating) Summon Reptiles: Summon 5 (Active, Controlled, Horde, Mental Link, Multiple Minions 2: 4 minions, Responsive; Limited: to Reptiles, Dinosaurs, and Lizard Soldiers) Tail: Extra Limbs 1 (1 extra limb, Advantages: Improved Grab) Terrifying Roar: Enhanced Trait 4 (Traits: Intimidation +8 (+24)) Thick Hide: Impervious Toughness 6 (Permanent) Equipment Dinosaur Island (Home Base, 24 EP) Offense Initiative +0 Claws: Strength-based Damage 2, +6 (DC 30) Fangs: Strength-based Damage 5, +6 (DC 33) Fire Breath: Cone Area Damage 10 (DC 25) Grab, +6 (DC Spec 23) Throw, +0 (DC 28) Unarmed, +10 (DC 28) Complications Motivation/Obsession: Meta-Supremacy Prejudice Relationship Reputation Temper Weakness (Cold Temperatures) Languages Arabic, Chinese (Mandarin), English, French, German (Native), Hebrew, Japanese, Polish, Russian Defense Dodge 8 (+10 Ranks), Parry 12 (+8 Ranks), Fortitude 16 (+4 Ranks), Toughness 16 (+0 Ranks), Will 16 (+9 Ranks) Power Points Abilities 92 + Powers 107 + Advantages 35 + Skills 32 (64 ranks) + Defenses 31 = 297

As some of you know, I am hosting an M&M 3e campaign on Discord, so in the interest of fairness towards the players and wanting to improve my DMing skills, I have decided to release builds of enemy NPCs I am planning on having the characters face over the course of the campaign, so people can look over them and check to see if a party of 5 to 6 PL 10 can reasonably be expected to beat them, and, if not, what should be changed. Please note that I am not very experienced in making 3e builds and have made the majority of these in Hero Lab.

When the Andromedan saw the Khanate soldiers fleeing for their lives, possibly to get reinforcements, he couldn't help but think the Khanate reputation of bravery in battle was nothing but a joke, a pretension. "HA! THINK-*KIK* YOU CAN RUN FROM ME, COWARDS!? ME?!?" As the two remaining Khanate soldiers turned tail and began to flee, General Giirok extended his wings to catch up to them, and just as he closed the distance, he took out both his swords and swung one of them diagonally across the back, then swung downwards from the shoulder to the lower calf with the other sword, disabling one of the Khanate soldiers. Almost immediately after, he landed right in front of the remaining Khanate soldier and shrieked at him threateningly as the General loomed over the soldier, raising all four of his weapons, and blocking the soldier's way out, giving his Boran allies enough time to take the last one out to prevent him from getting help.

http://orokos.com/roll/733561 My roll is done. 16.

Your turn, Thev.

Despite Dead Head looking Hypno-Hippie dead in the eyes with his intense glare, she was still rather relaxed. She'd had one or two bad trips before, but she knew that it was pretty easy to lace anything that can be smoked stuff that's actually dangerous, like poisons... or worse. It'd definitely be a good way for one of her... old enemies to get back at her. She was a wanted woman in her hometown. "I'll... keep that in mind." Before she continued, she paused at the mention of a name somewhat familiar to her. "Wait... Baron Samedi?" Like the loa? Sounds like you've got some history with him." Learning that Lucy was a lawyer by trade was certainly exciting to her, as there weren't a lot of undead who weren't superheroes or super villains who were this... open about their condition. Dead Head here aside. At least, not a lot that she knew about. But then again, considering her own ascension from baseline humanity, she figured she wasn't in a position to judge. She then turned to the Revenant, Lucy, and asked "I hope I'm not prying too much... but... do you get a lot harassment from people who are in the know about your... condition? I mean, you're trying to make "unlife" better for some of the people here in this city," She elaborated with a measure of sympathetic concern in her tone. "That's gotta tick somebody out there off." As Sea Devil posed her question, Hypno-Hippie had to admit, it deserved some serious thought. Especially from theologically-minded people like her. So she simply waited silently for an answer.

"I always knew at least a few super beings had some relation to the divine!" Hypno-Hippie beamed, "The folks I belong represent, the Super Freaks... we like to consider ourselves pilgrims trying to explore that relationship. Though it depends on the commune, really. Sometimes it's through smoking whole buttloads of weed, other times its through preaching to the people, others still, it's experimenting with our own powers. There's lots of paths to enlightenment. It's just that... people don't always dig that kinda thing, y'know?" A short pause, "And then there's the squares, who try to stop people from expanding their minds so they can think beyond them," she huffed, "And the crazies who just impose their will on everyone else, making it worse for everyone and tearing things apart." The then sighed, "Anyway, that's enough out of me on that. I shouldn't hog the limelight too much."

Hypno-Hippie knew that the biker zombie having his hand popped off probably wouldn't have harmed him too much, but she was afraid that Sea Devil, as the person in armor called herself, would have done something drastic had she not complied, so she had to humor her. Now that Sea Devil had regained her composure, she could relax as well. When Sea Devil mentioned "the ice man," her curiosity was piqued, and she perked up. Finally she spoke, ""The Ice Man"... you mean Comrade Frost? The city hired him to be one of the guards at the Super Freaks sermon I preached at last May. I consider myself to be something of a woman of faith, after all." She looked downcast again when she mentioned the event again. "It was supposed to be a message of peace. But it... things went bad. One of our own... Eldritch... turned out to be a real square and went against the other Super Freaks' wishes. Tried to take over the city by mind-controlling some of our members and turning them against the people. It was... it was just awful, for everybody. Things got real hairy. Thank all the gods in existence for Comrade Frost and his friends stopping him." She paused after she realized what she just said. Did I seriously just say all of that out loud? Jeez, Lucy, you're stuck in a rut and you gotta get out of it.

Hypno-Hippie held back her feelings slight queasiness when she touched his hand, but even though she was surprised when it popped off, she didn't freak out. Well this is awkward. That was her last though before the armored person began to panic and raise her trident towards the hand. While the armored person's knee-jerking raising her weapon to solve any manner of problems kind of disturbed her, she knew that reacting might makes things worse, and she could tell the person in armor was only trying to help, in her own way. Besides, who knows what she might do if her demands weren't satisfied in the heat of the moment? So she composed herself and placed the hand where Aquaria needed it to be, before turning to the undead biker saying, rather awkwardly, "Um, here's your... hand! I hope it's cool if we try to put it back on your arm!"

Another Lucy, huh? Small world. After the zombie in biker gear made his grand entrance, Hypno-Hippie turned towards the person in strangely-shaped power armor after she had addressed her. "Oh...! Yeah... Lucy here already told me she was. Unless it's supposed to be an illusion of some kind, which I really doubt it is." She placed her hands on her hips as she was just happy everybody was chill at the moment, but she couldn't help but wonder what everybody was doing here, all the way out in Lantern Hill during the evening. "In completely unrelated news, I hope it's cool with you guys if I ask what we're all doing out here. Is this like a secret mission kinda deal, or is this like, a social visit? I mean, I'd offer a place to stay, but I kinda have a secret identity to keep."

So... remind me... since Hypno-Hippie's Charisma is 20, and her build has a (+5) next to it, would that mean that I add 5 to my roll? I'm gonna try to do a Gather Information check if that's okay with you guys. Addendum: Actually, never mind. Carry on.

Although she was admittedly slightly taken aback at how she was with the famous Triakosa in this bizarre photo, but even more so that she was even there at all? Lucy Smith Dawnes wasn't even born yet in 1968! And Triakosa wasn't exactly around herself at the time, apparently just in a different way. Even so, she tried her best to keep an impassive expression as she examined the photo. Finally, after a long pause, she finally said, "...That's... me... and Triakosa... In the same photo! This... this is equal parts rad... and... weird." The possibilities of time travel seemed increasingly likely to her. After all, anything was possible in this modern age of gods and monsters.

Earlier that day Ever since the... incident with Eldritch last May, the Hypno-Hippie's initial belief that the Super Freaks ideology could easily fix all the world's problems was essentially flushed down the toilet. Still, she'd continued to do some heroics, just in a more low-key kind of way. Stopping a mugging here, interfering with an armed robbery there... while posing as Lucy Smith Dawnes, who'd by now gotten used to her job as an assistant art director at the Kirby Museum of Fine Arts. She'd entertained the idea of going out and facing bigger threats, but she did not want to risk damaging the Super Freaks' reputation further. Today, however, was different. While overseeing a new arrival to the museum, she'd overheard from two of the movers about some strange lights coming from Lantern Hill. After months of deliberation, she'd decided she would go to investigate... and continue her mission. She wouldn't be standing on, in hindsight, what essentially amounted to standing on a soapbox preaching to the public. She could instead rebuild her reputation by starting to tackle seemingly smaller paranormal phenomena, then working her way up. Because honestly? It was time. What was the saying? The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step? She felt like an idiot for not thinking of it before. Now After she got off work, she made her way to the graveyard, and at one point, turned to a tight alleyway, albeit one a car like hers could fit through. When she was absolutely sure nobody was looking, she dismissed the "lingering perception aura" around the Hypnobus from appearing as red, to appearing as its true, tie-dye coloration with a graphic of a peace symbol on its side. She parked the Hypnobus in a free parking space nearby the graveyard, and got in the back to change clothes. Once she was done, the door slid out... revealing her in her Hypno-Hippie costume. Deep breaths, Lucy. You can do this. She then proceeded with caution through the graveyard, ever ready to be ambushed by something, until she spotted two figures conversing with each other... and a third one in the distance. Friends or foes? It was too early to tell, but she could at least try the diplomatic approach first. She was never one to fight unless someone else instigated one. She walked towards them rather casually, trying to act natural, throwing up a peace sign... "Peace, friends," She could feel the light had something that felt to her of the divine. She hoped it wasn't the kind of divine that imposed its will on mortal kind without their consent. "I'm personally a big fan of how that one's "lightening up" this place of gloom and doom, so to speak, but I can't lie, it's freaking out some of the cats here who pass by here." She paused. "I sure hope he's not planning on raising an undead army to attack people or anything, 'cause I really ain't down with that, solid?"

Might bring Hypno-Hippie if anyone wants her around. Or would that be unfitting for the theme you had in mind?

After one of the Khanate soldiers rather bafflingly missed the enormous insectoid monstrosity in front of them, Giirok scoffed, or made a clicking noise that was as close to scoffing as possible for his anatomy as he unsheathed his wings to lift his body off the ground, and flew at the soldier that fired at him. He readied his mace as he struck the enemy soldier right in the chest, launching him off his feet and carrying him off the ground for a few moments before ultimately sending him flying right into the wall, knocking him out instantly and leaving a cracked depression in said wall. After the General landed and sheathed his wings, and he began to circle the Khanate soldiers in an attempt to flank them and trap them between himself and his newfound Boran associates and prevent any cowards among the Khanates from escaping. He then readied his mace and axe as he cracked the "knuckles" of his lower arms.

I'm going to have him attack one of the Khanate Soldiers opening fire on the team.

http://orokos.com/roll/704001 I got an 8 on the initiative roll.

Prince? Is that some kind of caste or rank? A cause? A conflict? This bears looking into, if for no other reason than to discover what transpires beyond Churrux. I need answers if I expect to navigate this strange world-collective and survive. Before the giant Andromedan and the Boran escapees could proceed, Giirok straightened and pointed his axe at Vannox as if he were issuing a command to one of the drones under his old command structure, back when he was still in his rightful place, and straightened his posture, striking a pose that would look dignified, disciplined, and undaunted, a pose that looked like it could have been used for a statue glorifying a military commander, if not for the fact that he was a gigantic mutated Andromedan. He then spoke to Vannox in an authoritative tone, "I am *kik* familiar with military campaigns! I have conquered and unified *kik-kik* my entire home world *kik* and brought all its broods under my rule! Tell me what this cause of yours is, *kik* then! Well!? I expect answers!" No need to bring up the exile yet, you old drone. I must convince them of my prowess and make a good impression.

General Giirok weighed his options almost immediately. He could either wander in a completely different direction and start striking down anyone unfortunate (or stupid) enough to get in his way until he found his bioship, but that carried the risk of being captured again. He could take command of the escaping warriors himself, order them to strike back against their oppressors, and make them pledge their services to his cause of regaining his world, but who is to say that none of them would attack him for attempting such a coup? As much as he hated the idea of being subservient to anyone, he knew his best chance of survival, and escape, was to follow the dedicated party of warriors. The large Andromedan began to follow them, a short distance behind all the others. But make no mistake, he had no idea how to get off this world, and he did not believe for a moment that those large, strangely-shaped hunks of metal would allow him to travel the cosmos. "After this is over *kik*, I must find my bioship. Without it, how am I to leave *kik* this world?."

This is a reminder that you can do a skill check at any given time during your turn, if you want to.

Now, with twenty minutes remaining, the golden-skinned Super Freak began to inspect the real vambraces, and then began to look around the vicinity. Is Nebu being watched? He began type on his phone while conversing to Scarab III, saying, while keeping his outward composure, "I really do believe that it is... better... if I were to show you... instead of just telling you, but I can tell you this, at least... ever since my ascension, I've gained the ability to see magic. Which means I can see things that few others can. All of it... everything's much more connected than it initially appears." He then promptly flipped his phone for Scarab III, and only Scarab III, to see. It would reveal a message saying NOT HERE. NOT OUT IN THE OPEN. CONGREGANTS NOT SAFE! THERE IS A WOLF IN SHEPARD'S CLOTHING, BUT I KNOW HOW TO STOP HIM. NOT MUCH TIME LEFT! BRING YOUR FRIENDS, BUT ACT NATURAL. MEET ME IN MY TENT, AND I WILL TELL YOU EVERYTHING. It seems Nebu here knows a lot more than he's letting on. Still, he seems to have some measure of concern for the civilians that have gathered here. He then placed the phone back in his pocket, but made sure to make it look like he was just adjusting something from afar. -- Third Eye was already gone before Lucy could finish the question, but she reminded herself that she could not afford to let her people down by not appearing on the stage to give a presentable face to all this. No need to let the people know about the schism between Eldritch's way of thinking and the other Super Freaks'. She had her job, and she was going to see it through. Besides, she had faith in the Third Eye. He was a senior member, and even though he only ascended and joined up long after Eldritch did, she knew he was the right person to see this issue through. Still, she had her doubts. After all, what if Eldritch tried to use his powers on Third Eye? What if he takes it too far? She really hoped those two wouldn't make it public. First impressions are important after all. So she readied herself, rehearsed the last few lines of her speech, memorizing them, for the remainder of the time left until it was time for her to begin the sermon. -- Eldritch sat in lotus position on a rock, in one of the more heavily parts of the park, secluded from the rest of the gathering. He telepathically compelled several of his mind-controlled servants, eyes glowing like starlight, to act as his personal guards while the most of the others he controlled were mingling with the sheep. The gathered servants of his included Rakshasa the horned tiger, Centipede, who was multi-armed and poison-clawed, Haze, the living drug trip with multiple holes in his body that spew hallucinogenic gas, and his personal favorite, the only one he did not have to implant a telepathic suggestion in, Sacrifice. Now Sacrifice, the woman who looked like nothing so much as a blood-soaked humanoid blade, chose to serve him willingly, as she rightly knew he was Nyarlathotep reborn. "Master," Sacrifice began, her voice like a blade being sharpened on a stone, "If I may be so bold... why here? Why start your cult here? The "heroes" will not ignore a riot this large, and so close to them." "Ah, but that is precisely why I am beginning my true ascension here," he replied, serenely, confidently behind his slobbering tentacles, "My mind is beyond anything these mortals can imagine. I can bend even the greatest of these so-called "heroes" to my will, force to serve as my cult's shock troopers as they eliminate their allies to earn my favor. I am also expanding my mind to reach out to the weak-willed among this "flock." I will force them all to do my bidding and worship me as they should be doing. As will all the world, one day." But then he heard a grunt from behind him. Rakshasa is resisting. He could feel it. It irked him when things like this happened. "N-no...! Grrr...! Have to... rrr... have to warn him... warn Third Eye we'rrrrre in a fix...!" Rakshasa grunted under his breath, doubling over and placing his massive paws on the sides of his head his head, but just as soon as he began to take a few steps, Eldritch reasserted his dominance over the feline Super Freak. "You will do no such thing. All of this is for the Super Freaks' benefit. This way, we can grow and gain more followers much quicker than the method we've tried for so long. You will see. But now, Third Eye and that Hypno-Hippie woman do not need to know." A few moments passed, and Rakshasa slowly turned back around to Eldritch, and eyes began to open again, glowing as before. "...Of course, master. As you command."

With that, axe and mace in claws but swords in their sheathes, Giirok stood up and charged towards the hole in the wall, only stopping to scan the interior of the room for a moment before having to close his shell and duck down to fit through the hole. The massive Andromedan grunted as he barely squeezed through the hole in the wall, cracking the knuckles on his lower claws as he followed Vannox, ever on the lookout for potential enemy soldiers... and something that belongs to him as well. Now then... if we manage to escape, I will need to locate my bioship if I expect to get off this rock. Assuming they have not dissected it already. "So, Boran, *kik-kik* how, exactly, do we *kik* identify these associates?"

Once Vannox was close enough, the General would continue the ruse by quickly sheathing his swords in his sash's handles for them so his lower pair of arms can grab him in a tight embrace. Almost immediately after, holding Vannox, he unsheathes his wings once more and beats them a dozen or so more times to make a short, wing-boosted leap further away from the walls... only for the General to use his fat, massive bulk to simply fall on top of him in a body slam-like maneuver. If Giirok were doing this for real, several of Vannox's bones would have been crushed... but since he's not, Vannox simply has a huge, heavy weight bearing down on top of him. The large Andromedan began to move his mandibles to talk into the Boran's ear in a more hushed tone than is normal for him, considering how shouty the big bad bug can get. "Now that I have you where I want you... *kik* you'd better have some manner of *kik-kik* escape stratagem. *kik* Explain yourself."

The General, for a few brief moments, considered Vannox's words, giving him the insectoid equivalent of a scrutinizing stare. What is his game? Does he truly intend to help me break free of these confines? Still, this may be the only opportunity that will come in a great long while, so I must take advantage of it. But first, let us test if he is speaking truth, because if not... The giant General suddenly unsheathed his huge insectoid wings from their shells, lifted off the ground, and heaved his massive bulk to the side, flying towards the arena wall their right, as Vannox had requested. He began to make a show of his action, to maintain plausible deniability until the very last possible second, by shouting, "*kik-kik-kik* UNHAND ME, PEST!" Still, he secretly readied one of his swords to strike in the event Vannox was lying.