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  1. Dammit. Why was Robin the only one that ever packed non-lethal weapons here? The bodyguard was down, and he probably needed medical attention. She supposed that Kidd had done as his training told him, but still. If anything, the bodyguard had tried to help them by shooting at the Wall. Everything was happening so fast. The Wall was getting closer, Kidd was shooting now, the bodyguard was down, Blowfish had pulled some kind of weapon that she didn't really have the time to see what was. It didn't matter right now, they had to stop the Wall while they still had the chance. "Kidd, Blowfish. Back away. I'll take care of him." Of course Blowfish didn't care about his bodyguard. She didn't really have anything she could use here, no smart moves. He would probably be wise to having the floor shot out from under him again, so she had to buy some time. Pulling the trigger, Robin fired another kinetic blast at the Wall.
  2. Yet another shot at the Wall. Backing away to try and stay out of his reach. Power Attack Maneuver on Justice Shot: 1d20+9 = 27, DC22 Toughness if it hits.
  3. GM December 7th 2018 7 PM Royal Arena, Copenhagen The Danish winter was, as it almost always was, cold, windy and wet. Still, it was December! Christmas lights were hung all over Denmark, celebrations had started. Gifts were being bought, Santa was visiting stores. Advent calenders were being opened, and Christmas trees bought. And Christmas dinners and parties were as popular as ever. Almost every business, office or shop held one. Those had not prepared far in advance were left with little luck. Almost everyone went to one such party. And yet, on this day, December 7th, a Friday, which would usually be one of the busiest days for Christmas dinners, they were left empty. For on this day, the Royal Arena was absolutely packed. Every single seat in the arena was filled, with children and adults of all ages. For Zombo! had come to town, to put on his frightfully spectacular Christmas show! One night only, this night only! 16.000 seats filled, all excited, all waiting for Zombo! to begin! And something else was watching. Something older.
  4. GM The King seemed to think about it. His expression was unreadable. Would Lament succeed? Or would he fail. Eventually, the King made his decision. "You." He pointed at the guard that had tried to hide Lament's card. "Fetch your children. They will do for this show." The guard looked shocked, but complied. While he was gone, the King smiled sweetly at Lament. "Yes, any child will do, will they not? Now, show me the tunes you can play on these children." And he gestured towards the guard as he returned, a bundle in each arms. Twins, from the looks of it. To a human, they were maybe a few months old. For an Elf? Who knew.
  5. OOC for this. Information on Royal Arena, for anyone interested.
  6. Elf King sense motive: 1d20+20 = 32 And a -5 modifier for a convincing argument makes 27.
  7. Adventure, yes. But an adventure for cheese? Pan did not like that at all, no. The Fae realms were indeed vibrant, they were indeed an adventure, but he did not like the idea of this adventure on Lorenzo's terms. He had already proved to be strange, and quick to take hostile actions, after all. With a loud sigh, he flew away from Lorenzo, instead hovering by Penny. Fine, he was here, but he was not going to act like he liked it. Being pulled between worlds against his will was not something he cared to repeat. He frowned at the mention of the poison mushrooms. Sure, try to eat something you knew nothing about, and from a Fae realm. Absolutely brilliant idea. "Please, would anyone like to tell me a bit more about the Pixies and other Fae, or just about this realm? It is quite different from the Pixies back home." Some knowledge would do, yes. It would help, at least.
  8. Well, nothing I can think of right now, aside from Pan being occupied!
  9. Maximillian Mars Power Level: 11 (166/166PP) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: Under caps. In Brief: Super genius super villain that has mothballed his armor to lead a succesful technology corporation, hiding his ongoing villainy behind a popular reputation Alternate Identity: The Commander (Secret, former) Birthplace: Emerald City. Residence: Riverfront, Emerald City. Base of Operations: MarsTech Headquarters, River Front, Emerald City Occupation: Head of MarsTech, Criminal mastermind Affiliations: MarsTech, the Chamber Family: None known Description: Age: 55 (DoB: 1964) Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 5' Weight: 170 lbs. Eyes: Green Hair: Light brown, greying at the temples Always dressed in tailored suits from London, Maximillian Mars always looks his best. A bright smile on his lips, a gleam in his green eyes, his hair and beard immaculate, he simply looks perfect, even as wrinkles are beginning to show on his face. History: Once, there was a super villain known as the Commander. He wore a high tech armor, filled with alien technology that he had stumbled upon and reverse engineered as a young man. He wanted power, he wanted riches. He fought the Centurion on several occasions. He was foiled by the Freedom League. Under the Moore Administration, he fought FORCE Ops on several occasions. His ever evolving armor meant that any encounter would mean something new. Never employing the same trick twice, he was a persistent foe. While he was defeated, he always managed to escape, and his identity remained a secret. And then the Terminus Invasion happened. Surprising even himself, the Commander fought side by side with the heroes, even aiding his hated foe the Centurion against Omega. After the Terminus Invasion, the Commander disappeared. Most believed that he had died. Few claimed to have seen him in the years since, but it was never confirmed. It was all just rumors. Years later, the company known as MarsTech appeared. Seemingly out of the blue, the MarsTech brand became synonymous with high tech user friendly technology. The popular Deimos laptop! The Phobos operating system! Stylized and cheap smart phones! They seemed to be ahead of the competition in every regard. Research in the history of the company showed it as a simple start up, all the work of a single man. Working for hire, the founder would eventually create a juggernaut of technological advances that would take the world by storm. That man, that founder, was Maximillian Mars. Inviting the world into his life as the chief designer, creator and director of MarsTech, he would only continue to grow on popularity, as he raised his company to even greater heights in his native Emerald City. He was a man of the people, a friend to every employee, he offered benefits and great pay, paid insurance for all of his employees: In short, the man of the year for all years. And of course, he was also once the Commander, and even now, he was a member of the Chamber, the organization that rules Emerald City from the shadows, supplying his technological expertise and businesses to their goals. The Commander armor left in storage, he now had more power than ever before. Maximillian Mars might be a lighter shade of black than his compatriots in the Chamber, and almost a hero to the people of the world, but make no mistake: At heart, he is still a villain, and his ultimate goal remains: Nothing less than world domination. Personality & Motivation: Maximillian Mars is a genius and a visionary. Even as the mastermind behind MarsTech, and the creator of the vast majority of their technologies and advances, he is friendly and affable. He knows the name and history of every employee, he eats lunch with the janitors every other week, if his time permits. He genuinely cares about his employees, and does his best to keep the them safe from machinations of the Chamber. Still, Maximillian is a super villain, even if he no longer wears the colorful armor of the Commander. He has a ruthless side, having masterminded several of the Chamber's plans, and even if he is the voice that will advocate keeping innocents safe, he is more than willing to go through with anything, if it means furthering his own goals. His ultimate goal? To rule everything. Emerald City is just the start, the testing phase of his plans for the world. After all, Maximillian Mars is a nice man, but he also knows that he is a genius, and he really do know better than everyone else. Powers & Tactics: Maximillian will rarely, if ever, directly confront others in combat. Those days are simply behind him, and he would much rather play mind games, or, if it comes to it, send henchmen, mercenaries or even MarsTech security to deal with any potential trouble. He keeps his involvement in any scheme a secret, perhaps even more so than the rest of the Chamber. Power Descriptions: Maximillian posses no overt super powers, but he incredibly intelligent, able to process knowledge much faster than the vast majority of humanity. His Commander armor is currently in storage, but can be used if necessary. Complications: Better a Villain than Bored: Maximillian wants fame and riches. He wants everyone to respect him, and he has achieved all that. Legally, too. So why do he is he still a member of the Chamber? Why do he still manipulate Emerald City, if he does not always need to? Simple: Boredom. What better way to fall into a lull? The Commander: The stock of MarsTech would surely drop should Maximillian's true nature as a villain and a member of the Chamber come to light. MarsTech: Maximillian genuinely cares about his employees at MarsTech. Abilities: 4 + 2 + 6 + 20 + 8 + 8 = 48PP Strength: 14 (+2) Dexterity: 12 (+1) Constitution: 16 (+3) Intelligence: 30 (+10) Wisdom: 18 (+4) Charisma: 18 (+4) Combat: 8 + 18 = 24PP Initiative: +5 (+1 Dex, +4 Improved Initiative) Attack: +4 Base, +10 Melee (+4 Base, +6 Attack Focus), +4 Ranged, +12 Commander Suit Weapons (+4 Base, +8 Attack Specialization) Defense: +9 (+9 Base,), +4 Flat-Footed Grapple: +0 Knockback: -0 Saving Throws: 5 + 8 + 9 = 22PP Toughness: +5 (+3 Con, +2 Undercover Shirt) Fortitude: +8 (+3 Con, +5) Reflex: +9 (+1 Dex, +8) Will: +13 (+4 Wis, +9) Skills: 168R = 42PP Bluff 15 (+19) Climb 6 (+8) Craft [Electronic] 15 (+25)Skill Mastery Craft [Mechanical] 15 (+25)Skill Mastery Diplomacy 12 (+16) Drive 6 (+7) Intimidation 12 (+16) Investigation 6 (+16) Knowledge [Business] 12 (+22)Skill Mastery Knowledge [Life Sciences] 6 (+16)Note: Focused on superhumans Knowledge [Physical Sciences] 15 (+25)Skill Mastery Medicine 3 (+7) Notice 12 (+16) Pilot 6 (+7) Profession [Criminal Mastermind] 9 (+13) Sense Motive 12 (+16) Swim 6 (+8) Feats: 27PP Attack Focus [Melee] 6 Attack Specialization [Commander Suit] 8 Benefit 3 (Wealth) Benefit 1 (CEO of MarsTech) Connected Contacts Distract (Bluff) Equipment 1 Fascinate (Bluff) Improved Initiative Inventor Skill Mastery (Craft [Electronics], Craft [Mechanical], Knowledge [Bsuiness], Knowledge [Physical Sciences]) Well-Informed Equipment: 1PP = 5EP Undercover Shirt (Protection 2, subtle) [3EP] Smartphone Powers: 3 = 3PP Quickness 6 (Descriptive Name; Flaws: Limited [Mental tasks only]) [3PP] (descriptors) Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP DC Block Name Range Save Effect Attack bonus Unarmed Touch DC17 Tou (staged) Damage +10 Totals: Abilities (48) + Combat (24) + Saving Throws (22) + Skills (42) + Feats (27) + Powers (3) - Drawbacks (0) = 166/166 Power Points
  10. Forever Boy "Amazing..." Pan murmured, looking up at the crystalline castle that they were to infiltrate. It was unlike anything he had ever seen, unlike anything on either Neverworld or the Earth, as far as he knew. And it was the home of a villain? No, that could not stand, could it? "Maybe the structure or the materials make it difficult to find, without the information that the dear Porpoise and Eagle shared?" he responded to Veronica's question, while shrugging. He was not sure, it was a shot in the dark, but it was his best idea, at least. And it was something that was interesting to contemplate. Even Pan fell silent as Veronica guided them in. He had moved to stand behind her, a hand on the top of her seat as he watched everything unfolding. This was amazing, he didn't want to miss anything that might happen. "Wonderful work, my friend." he congratulated her, just before he heard Echohead gasping for air, his head spinning, him feeling lighter... and then he fell over. With a trail of Pixie Dust behind him, Pan was by his side, kneeling and reaching out to try and help him up. "Mr. Echohead? Wake up, this is really not the time for a nap of any kind. We will be there in but a moment." He tried doing what he could to wake him up, but it was really not his forte.
  11. Trying for a medicine check to get Echohead up and going again, using it unranked with Jack of All Trades. I think its Revive, so DC15, unless you want something different? Medicine Roll: 1d20+1 = 17
  12. GM December 12 2018, 11 PM Local Time Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean The A.E.G.I.S. vessel that had carried the heroes so far was finally beginning its descent. They hadn't had long to prepare, but now they were almost at the destination. Asad, Sgt. Shark and Sea Devil. An unlikely group, perhaps, but they had been the ones available that would actually be able to participate in this mission. The A.E.G.I.S. commander was a frail little man, with thinning grey hair. He was reading from a tablet, looking over his bottle cap glasses, explaining the situation to the three heroes. "Err... yeah, so... A company that I'm not legally allowed to name was drilling for oil here. And, err, they kinda hit something." He fidgeted a bit with his glasses, adjusting them, before scrolling further down on his tablet. "Turns out that some, errr, aliens had crashed under there. We don't know how long they, err, have been there. But, they're rather annoyed at being woken up, so, errr... They threatened to basically flood the Pacifim rim and the rest of the world?" He looked up, a little smile on his lips. "So, please go stop them, and save the world?"
  13. Yep, Sgt. Shark's too low! But Aquaria's comprehend do indeed work!
  14. GM December 1st 2018, 3 PM Emerald City Ever since Oz had arrived in Emerald City, rumors had started to reach him through the magical community. Bits and pieces, hints of a story, someone that claimed that their friend's cousin's uncle's grandchild had seen it. A collector of the strange, a man who sought out magical beasts and creatures, collecting them in his own private zoo. Somehow, its true location was kept hidden, somewhere within Emerald City. And on this day, the very first day of December, he had heard one more rumor. Something concrete, something that might actually lead him to this mysterious menagerie of monsters: There was a man that had actually seen it, and right now, this man was in the Eastern District. He had no name, he had no appearance. All he knew was that the mysterious visitor was a man. Perhaps, that would be enough.
  15. "Also, if Dio were to try, his breath would probably give him away first," Pan added to Leroy's mention about Dio not biting, a mischievous grin on his lips, before he returned to the task at hand. "But, I agree. Ordinary is such a boring word, is it not? It implies that everyone is just the same, and really, that is not quite the truth, is it not? I believe it would be more accurate to say it was simply from the perspective of a one that does not posses the abilities or experiences of ourselves, no?" Yes, they were not exactly the common kind of persons from their worlds, were they? Pan had yet to hear of anyone else from Neverworld that had followed his experiences. The Lost Heroes came close, but only at a certain point. And then, there was the other thing, about the number of experiences. But this was neither the time or place for that, and he felt little reason to go and tell everyone at Claremont about his own secrets. "But yes, returning to me, for a quick moment, that is exactly the issue, Leroy. From experiences so far, they have no looked past the difference. I have read the book many times by now, and there are similarities, but, we are not exactly the same. I do not mind when children are excited to see this Peter Pan, but it also puts on certain expectations. Perhaps that could be a good angle?" He turned to Reina, not really taking a pause to breathe, in his attempt to include her as well. "But, then put yourself in the shoes of a schoolgirl from this world, Reina!" he announced, drawing a few stares from those around them. "What would she think, seeing you flying through the sky much like a star? Risking it all, to keep at bay a villain seeking to sow chaos?" And finally, he turned to Leroy yet again. "Then, how do you believe an author of this world would see you?" A valid question, he believed.
  16. GM Even if the king had not been moved to more than a smirk, chuckles and laughter could be heard from his court. Lament was making progress, at the very least! "Aye, I do." Yet more feeling was return to the king, it seemed. His words were not just harsh and cold. There were a hint of mirth, an unspoken question. Maybe even a hint of excitement for what the Master of Melancholy was planning? "But why do you need them? The children were your prize, and not your prop, as far as I recall our bargain." The other guards seemed to stand at ready. The first one seemed to perk up, his spear tightly gripped in his hand.
  17. Diplomacy or Bluff check, depending on how you try to get the king to produce the kids and pearls.
  18. GM The squid stopped. They were discovered. Rising to their full height, instead of swimming towards them, they now appeared to at least a foot taller than Aquaria, with their arms lazily moving under them. They appeared to listen, at least for now. Or maybe just stared at the glow from the red and green light having the full attention of their bulbous eyes. One of them, the one that did not appear to carry a device, swam closer. Its formerly dull, grey body started to glow, quick flashes of red, filled with slower, green glows. The other two squid had the devices raised. It appeared to be boxes, the same length in on every side. There were handles, triggers, buttons all around, aside from at the front. They did not appear to make any attacks, but both of the squid were glowing with a faint red color.
  19. Sense Motive, Languages, or IC knowledge. Whatever checks you think might help you understand the squid!
  20. The Wall went through the wall, and everyone around Robin started reaching for their weapons. Just great. This was escalating again, far faster than Robin would like it to. If the Wall had just stuck to the plan, if Kidd wasn't turning out to be such a gloryhound, if if if... "Everyone put your guns down or I will put them down for you." Right, she wasn't exactly scary, but she should have shown them enough of what she could do. Maybe that would give them some pause. Honestly, the smartest thing to do would be to just take down Blowfish and his goon. Quick and easy, done and out. But, they were not attacking her, not yet at least. At least Kidd seemed to nominally be on her side. So, circling the hole the Wall had made, she raised her gun and got ready. Blowfish, his goon, the Wall. Whoever made the first move, she'd take them down.
  21. Moving out of the direct path of the whole that the Wall tore in the wall. Readying another Justice Shot attack. Whoever attacks anyone else first among Blowfish, The Wall and the Goon. Power Attack Maneuver again: 1d20+9 = 28. DC22 Toughness if it hits.
  22. "Yes, yes, body restored, but... He would still be in a cheese body." Pan was obviously not a big fan of the idea. Not that he had anything against cheese, but not as somebody's body. And then, Lorenzo went to work, everything changed and they stood in a vibrant forest. It was... strange. It felt almost like home. It looked almost like home. But the smell was off, was it not? This was not Neverworld. Perhaps it was the Fea Realms, as Lorenzo had hoped. He was not too fond of having been moved to another location against his will, or at least without asking, twice in one day. The last time, he had ended up on Earth, and he was starting to fit in here. He had plenty of friends. And now he was in another world again, without even being asked properly? No, he did not like that. In a flush of golden glitter, he was by Lorenzo, right up in his face, or what passed for his face, anyway. "Who said you could take us along?" There was an underlying anger to his tone. It was as much a statement of his feelings on the matter, as it was a question.
  23. "I'm hoping that you will just back down. I don't want to fight you, but I will do it if I have to." Justice kept her distance. Sure, the engines in her boots gave her Justice Kick more force than the gun. Would probably be easier to put the Wall down with a well placed kick, but she had the distinct feeling that if she got in close, and he got his hands on her, she would be toast. And at the same time, Blowfish was ordering his goon to take a shot. Robin looked glanced at him. She was not about to take her eyes off the Wall. No, not that quickly. If she did, he was sure to try something. So instead she spoke, doing her best to keep her voice completely calm. "If you even try to take a shot at the Wall, you're going down even faster than your boss when the big guys in prison tells him to pucker up. I don't care if he's bulletproof. Nobody here dies." She wasn't quite sure where the pucker up line came from. Maybe she had just gotten used to calling out Blowfish now?
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