Shadowboxer

I just discovered that Nightrival's initiative should be +10 rather than +9. He has DEX 22 (+6) and one rank in Improved Initiative (+4). Thanks!

Nice! I roll a 36 for Nightrival's grapple check if the attack hits. Improved Pin levies a -4 to Heavy's check.

Is Heavy in the same size category as Nightrival? If so, I would like to use his Improved Grab feat if his hit was successful.

"Ya gotta catch me first, big guy," replies Nightrival. He swears he heard an inhuman sound emanating from outside, like a loud screech from some kind of animal. Was it related to the monstrous flying creature he saw earlier? He will have to check outside to see what the noise is all about, as soon as he drops Heavy and he's certain Willie is unharmed. He continues to disregard the glowing woman though he remembers he must deal with her soon enough. So far, she hasn't made another move. He wonders if she's even there at all. Nightrival slides to his right to avoid Heavy's massive hands. 'E's too juiced up ta 'urt; I'm gonna hafta use a little more force. He waits for a few seconds to draw strength into himself then unleashes the energy through a solid side kick aimed directly at Heavy's chest.

Nightrival has already returned to the ledge along the top floor windows, swinging upwards like before. The eastern side of the Heights is up in flames. He's far enough away to not feel the heat, though sirens and helicopters fill the air with their respective sounds. One apartment on the western corner is not burning, but it will soon. The flames will quickly overwhelm this section of the building in minutes. Nightrival carefully approaches the closest window. He peers inside and sees nothing. With his back to the window, he drives his elbow into the glass and it cracks. Another blow does nothing, then another sinks the window inwards. Nightrival takes a deep breath then heaves his elbow into the glass once more. The center of the window shatters and he slips inside.

Oops! Sorry about that. :oops: I got a little eager there. Luckily it's easily remedied.

Nightrival lifts a single eyebrow when Sen's stoic facade seems to melt and then solidify again. He stands and sits back down on the couch, then reaches across the table to open chip bags and the box of pastries. Lifting the bottom of his mask over his nose, he grabs a handful of chips and crams them into his mouth. He takes another handful before settling back and gesturing to the group with his open palms. "Four outta five ain't bad - now we gotta team goin' on. But I ain't the leadin' type, so I'm not goin' ta force a name on us. Ya guys 'ave any ideas on what ta call ourselves?"

I'm taking your advice and using a HP to counter the damage. I rolled a Toughness save just to see what would happen, and lo and behold my odds of rolling high enough are sickeningly low. :)

With machine parts dropping to the floor around Nightrival's feet, the vigilante smirks to himself until more guns appear to replace their smashed predecessors. He gasps, and his eyes double in size at their unexpected arrival. He realizes with horror that there is no cover to duck behind just as the turrent on his right swivels into place and fires before Nightrival can think or even react. The gunfire hits him square in the stomach, and the impact alone would tear him in half. Luckily, he twists his entire midsection when he sees a flash erupt from the gun's muzzle, in hopes of maneuvering himself away from the line of attack and perhaps, if he times himself right, he can reduce the damage somehow. His feels as though someone is slashing his stomach with a red hot poker. The burning pain tightens his muscles and he suddenly cannot feel his arms and legs. He rolls and falls to the floor. The room darkens and blurs; he clasps his stomach and lifts himself onto his knees, with the other arm holding him up. Get up ya fool, he thinks angrily. Get up or ya not gonna make it outta 'ere. He grunts, slides one foot under him, then snaps back up. Amid the deafening gunfire he slowly moves his hand away from where the gun shot him: a ragged horizontal gash bleeds underneath his torn costume. A flesh wound. He whistles then remembers he's in the middle of a killing floor. After a brief sprint he leaps over the closest fake wall. With his back pressed against it, he examines the room for anything to help the two heroes escape.

I think the principle behind 4E is to produce a game that can compete with WoW. The emphasis on group tactics; the use of an online map with customized avatars; powers and feats that function like the ones found in WoW: the similarities are rather startling. However, the two universes are different from one another. I think the 4E setting is much darker than WoW, and the races are not always parallel. You won't find Night Elves in D&D, and there are no Dragonborn running around Azeroth. I should also point out that WoW is largely based on D&D. :D

I hope NR hasn't used his entire 30 feet before the Move-by Action comes into play. I can edit or delete the post.

Nightrival grins devilishly when he spots Heavy stumbling around the room. With only one woman remaining he's confident Willie is out of danger, and he disregards her presence to capitalize on this welcome development. That is, of course, if the glowing woman is still inside the room. The bright light momentarily cloud Nightrival's senses; she could be waiting for her moment to attack. He cartwheels over the bed, using it's creaking springs to add momentum, then stops in front of the monstrous goon. He twists his entire body sideways and his feet spin in a wide circle, landing a swift butterfly kick across Heavy's temple.

"Well, alright then. I'm glad that worked out. But, um, ya better hurry 'fore - " He feels a powerful gust of wind rush past him and Velocity is gone. " - she disappears on ya. Hm. Never mind." He shakes his head and looks to Sen. "I hear what yer sayin' 'bout attractin' trouble. By workin' as a team we can watch each other's backs. I don't mind takin' on a few dudes wit' horns."

Nightrival notices the purple light glowing from where the woman is standing. When someone starts radiating light in Freedom City, especially inside a run-down house used to sell illicit drugs, the vigilante knows that he has to get out of the way, and fast! He dives under the bed and waits for the light to dim, then rolls out from the other side. Returning to his feet, Nightrival stands with his fists ready, looking in the direction of the woman. He tries to see how Heavy fared from the corner of his eye. "I dunno wha's that all 'bout but this ends 'ere!"

Nightrival doesn't see Grim get clipped by gunfire, being so occupied trying to disable the machine guns before they're riddled with bullets. He chuckles when the guns on the opposite wall tear through the others. Seeing his opportunity, Nightrival slides off his mount and drops to the ground underneath it. In one swift movement, he rolls onto his hands and pushes himself back up like a rocket. His feet smash right where the barrel meets the receiver then settles back to the floor, tumbling back into an upright position and ready to duck out of harm's way.

Great! I'm happy to have you game with us. I'll have a reliable internet connection by Saturday and I'll send you the details then.

Ah, crap. In my haste I misinterpreted Heridfel's post. I'll fix that right up. :oops:

Nightrival nods at Sen and Slathliss when they appear. "Yeah, our guy was 'ere," he replies. "Eldrich was lookin' ta buy magic stuff - maybe it was a milk run fer 'em - and 'e was sent ta see some . . . elves. Fer th' record, I never wanna say that sentence again." He grins and and leans against a brick wall. "So I take it th' elves are up north. That's our next stop. Whattaya guys think?"

1. Nightrival 2. A confrontation between the African and Nightrival, which could reveal Hieronymus King's connection to the influx of drugs in the Southside. Since Barnum is retiring, I need somone to help keep the story going. Hopefully I'm not offending anyone by being so presumptuous. 3. Grimalkin can fit nicely, or the upcoming superhero team. 4. NR is in three or four threads at the moment, though one thread is being written solely by me.

I also enjoyed your presence on the site and I wish you the best in your future endeavours. Your commitment to the game has made it enjoyable for players and Referees alike. :)

Nightrival looks at the floor to avert his gaze from the tense argument between Grim and Velocity. Fear crawls up his chest and encases his heart in a block of ice. Was the team going to fall apart before it even started? Feeling on edge, he decides to stay where he is for the moment and let Grim simmer down. "I . . . " Nightrival's voice trails off as he tries to find the right words. He really just wants to sit down. "I'm sorry 'bout Grim," he finally says to Velocity. "She's one 'o th' best 'eroes I know. I dunno wha's eatin' 'er but I'm sure she'll work it out." He sits on the coffee table, facing the group. "I unnerstand if ya can't commit," he explains to Velocity. "Ya got yer responsibilities - we all do. An' I know yer record, that's why I asked ya ta join." He leans back and drops his shoulders. "But, I 'ope I can keep yer number. If ya got League connections maybe ya can send some info our way. If ya need ta know wha's happenin' on th' streets, ya can give us a ring. Jus' 'cause ya can't be on th' team don't mean yer not on the team, if ya know wha' I mean." Nightrival glances over to the door and wonders if Grim will be alright, then quickly returns his attention to the conversation.

If Hub's Emotion Control has the area extra that means eveyone has to roll to save, I believe. I rolled a 13 so Nightrival is affected. :)

Nightrival shrugs his shoulders at the merchant. "I got other ways ta pay fer stuff, but if yer not interested than we'll go our way." He smirks then looks to Kevin. "Yer guess is spot on," he says. He motions in the direction of their meeting place. "Let's get outta 'ere; we gotta meet th' other guys." He turns away from the irate merchant and casually walks down the street. I wonder what 'e coulda told us. I think we got enough info, though. Well, I 'ope we do. Before long, Nightrival stands at the location where the others agreed to meet. "Maybe those guys 'ad better luck," he utters to Kevin.

Nightrival is trying to trick the other machine guns into shooting at him but hitting the gun he's sitting under. I hope his Defense bonus keeps him from getting perforated. :shock: And Voltron references FTW!

Nightrival ducks and slinks behind a fake wall. "Ya take that wall, I'll take th' other!" he shouts to Grim. Before she can reply, he has already vaulted over the fake wall towards his assigned target. He soars fifteen feet through the air in a perfect arc, arms and legs splayed open, and he snags the machine gun on the farthest right by the barrel. He clambers on top and wraps his arm around it, as though he's trying to wrestle control of the weapon.