Shadowboxer

Round 3 Using the Hide in Plain Sight feat, my Stealth check is 27. Nightrival is trying to be hidden from view, using the tables and shadows to conceal himself. I used Instant Up to stand as a free action. That's all I'm doin'. EDIT: Nightrival only moves 15 feet away.

Round 3 Using the Hide in Plain Sight feat, my Stealth check is 27. Nightrival is trying to be hidden from view, using the tables and shadows to conceal himself. I used Instant Up to stand as a free action. That's all I'm doin'. EDIT: Nightrival only moves 15 feet away.

Round 3 Using the Hide in Plain Sight feat, my Stealth check is 27. Nightrival is trying to be hidden from view, using the tables and shadows to conceal himself. I used Instant Up to stand as a free action. That's all I'm doin'. EDIT: Nightrival only moves 15 feet away.

Nightrival Nightrival plummets back to the floor, landing hard on his shoulder. He lets a quiet groan escape him as he struggles to stand, but he can only kneel. Stray playing cards and poker chips flutter about in the casino, carried by Maelstrom's powerful winds. He hears tinkling glass somewhere. That's when he sees the bottles. Oh, man. He quickly lifts his arms to cover his face and chest. The bottles smash into him and against the wall, spraying him with their sharp smelling contents. Although some glass is imbedded into his gloves, forearms and shoulders, the wounds are only superficial. Nightrival bounds back onto his feet. Glass falls to the floor. He resumes his stance, crouching low with ready fists. Then, he waits. He waits for a brief moment when Maelstrom's eyes are momentarily diverted. And when they do, Nightrival takes the opportunity and dashes away in a blur, vanishing before the villian's eyes.

Nightrival Nightrival plummets back to the floor, landing hard on his shoulder. He lets a quiet groan escape him as he struggles to stand, but he can only kneel. Stray playing cards and poker chips flutter about in the casino, carried by Maelstrom's powerful winds. He hears tinkling glass somewhere. That's when he sees the bottles. Oh, man. He quickly lifts his arms to cover his face and chest. The bottles smash into him and against the wall, spraying him with their sharp smelling contents. Although some glass is imbedded into his gloves, forearms and shoulders, the wounds are only superficial. Nightrival bounds back onto his feet. Glass falls to the floor. He resumes his stance, crouching low with ready fists. Then, he waits. He waits for a brief moment when Maelstrom's eyes are momentarily diverted. And when they do, Nightrival takes the opportunity and dashes away in a blur, vanishing before the villian's eyes.

Nightrival Nightrival plummets back to the floor, landing hard on his shoulder. He lets a quiet groan escape him as he struggles to stand, but he can only kneel. Stray playing cards and poker chips flutter about in the casino, carried by Maelstrom's powerful winds. He hears tinkling glass somewhere. That's when he sees the bottles. Oh, man. He quickly lifts his arms to cover his face and chest. The bottles smash into him and against the wall, spraying him with their sharp smelling contents. Although some glass is imbedded into his gloves, forearms and shoulders, the wounds are only superficial. Nightrival bounds back onto his feet. Glass falls to the floor. He resumes his stance, crouching low with ready fists. Then, he waits. He waits for a brief moment when Maelstrom's eyes are momentarily diverted. And when they do, Nightrival takes the opportunity and dashes away in a blur, vanishing before the villian's eyes.

No, you're not butting in at all. I'm obviously confused about how Air Control works. I'm actually fine with autohitting, but I'm not fine with autodamage. Not without a saving throw. So, if I'm reading you right, Maelstrom cannot toss Nightrival around? *scratches head*

No, you're not butting in at all. I'm obviously confused about how Air Control works. I'm actually fine with autohitting, but I'm not fine with autodamage. Not without a saving throw. So, if I'm reading you right, Maelstrom cannot toss Nightrival around? *scratches head*

No, you're not butting in at all. I'm obviously confused about how Air Control works. I'm actually fine with autohitting, but I'm not fine with autodamage. Not without a saving throw. So, if I'm reading you right, Maelstrom cannot toss Nightrival around? *scratches head*

"Wow. This place is, um, well, huge." When Nightrival stepped into the Wreck Room, he felt a degree of apprehension. Not because of the eclectic mix of onlookers surrounding the two combatants, but the sheer size of the featureless room completely overwhelmed him. I've heard stories about it, but this is . . . wow. He looked over the crowd watching his every move. Benjiro's got some interesting friends. Most of 'em would usually kill each other if they're in the same room together. Nightrival fought their kind at one time or another. The bikers and soldiers didn't bother him, but he kept the ninjas within his periphery vision. If some of them knew he studied under Fujiwara, there might've been a problem. Luckily, there wasn't. The fight that enused between the heroes and the others went smoothly, although some of them will go home nursing bruised ribs or black eyes. Now, Shinken stands before him, his armour gleaming in the bright overhead lights. Nightrival takes a deep breath and rolls his head to let his neck pop and crack. "I'll do my best," he replies. Nightrival returns the bow and immediately shifts into a relaxed Aikido stance. That sword has to go, he muses. Shinken's cry slightly startles him, but he stands his ground. He lingers, intently following his sparring partner's movements. -- For the last two weeks, several Zoom users were sent to the hospital with major cardiac arrests. Either they lived on the Southside or they were just passing through the neighbourhood to score. The media reports all pointed to a new influx of Zoom that was far more potent than the usual stuff sold on the streets. When Nightrival heard that the neighbourhood he swore to protect was becoming the testing ground for a dangerous drug, he immediately took up the case. Unfortunately, his campaign was going nowhere. He is no detective, and the countless thugs and lowlifes he pounded into submission weren't talking. Frustrated, he continued to patrol the streets, looking for the one lead that will bring him closer to the source of the epidemic. At night, Nightrival scoured the streets. During the day, however, Liam had to hang up the costume and punch in at work. Knocking around crooks wasn't exactly a high-paying gig. Liam found a job working the day shift at the docks along the Waterfront. The work was easy and his boss didn't ask too many questions, especially when he came in covered in cuts and bruises. He claimed he got them while coaching at the boxing gym, which was partially true, and his employer left it at that. One foggy morning, while he was securing a rope around a flat of crates abroad a Japanese cargo ship, he heard his boss yelling up to him as he waddled out the warehouse's massive bay doors. "Yo! Callaghan! Phone for you!" "Thanks, Mr. Govorski." Liam walked off the ship, through the bustling warehouse and up a flight of stairs to reach Mr. Govorski's office. He picked up the phone. An unfamiliar voice was on the other side. "Hello? Am I speaking to a Mr. Liam Callaghan?" "Yeah, that's me." "I have an interesting proposition for you. . ." "Really? I like propositions. But you know my name and I don't know yours."

"Wow. This place is, um, well, huge." When Nightrival stepped into the Wreck Room, he felt a degree of apprehension. Not because of the eclectic mix of onlookers surrounding the two combatants, but the sheer size of the featureless room completely overwhelmed him. I've heard stories about it, but this is . . . wow. He looked over the crowd watching his every move. Benjiro's got some interesting friends. Most of 'em would usually kill each other if they're in the same room together. Nightrival fought their kind at one time or another. The bikers and soldiers didn't bother him, but he kept the ninjas within his periphery vision. If some of them knew he studied under Fujiwara, there might've been a problem. Luckily, there wasn't. The fight that enused between the heroes and the others went smoothly, although some of them will go home nursing bruised ribs or black eyes. Now, Shinken stands before him, his armour gleaming in the bright overhead lights. Nightrival takes a deep breath and rolls his head to let his neck pop and crack. "I'll do my best," he replies. Nightrival returns the bow and immediately shifts into a relaxed Aikido stance. That sword has to go, he muses. Shinken's cry slightly startles him, but he stands his ground. He lingers, intently following his sparring partner's movements. -- For the last two weeks, several Zoom users were sent to the hospital with major cardiac arrests. Either they lived on the Southside or they were just passing through the neighbourhood to score. The media reports all pointed to a new influx of Zoom that was far more potent than the usual stuff sold on the streets. When Nightrival heard that the neighbourhood he swore to protect was becoming the testing ground for a dangerous drug, he immediately took up the case. Unfortunately, his campaign was going nowhere. He is no detective, and the countless thugs and lowlifes he pounded into submission weren't talking. Frustrated, he continued to patrol the streets, looking for the one lead that will bring him closer to the source of the epidemic. At night, Nightrival scoured the streets. During the day, however, Liam had to hang up the costume and punch in at work. Knocking around crooks wasn't exactly a high-paying gig. Liam found a job working the day shift at the docks along the Waterfront. The work was easy and his boss didn't ask too many questions, especially when he came in covered in cuts and bruises. He claimed he got them while coaching at the boxing gym, which was partially true, and his employer left it at that. One foggy morning, while he was securing a rope around a flat of crates abroad a Japanese cargo ship, he heard his boss yelling up to him as he waddled out the warehouse's massive bay doors. "Yo! Callaghan! Phone for you!" "Thanks, Mr. Govorski." Liam walked off the ship, through the bustling warehouse and up a flight of stairs to reach Mr. Govorski's office. He picked up the phone. An unfamiliar voice was on the other side. "Hello? Am I speaking to a Mr. Liam Callaghan?" "Yeah, that's me." "I have an interesting proposition for you. . ." "Really? I like propositions. But you know my name and I don't know yours."

"Wow. This place is, um, well, huge." When Nightrival stepped into the Wreck Room, he felt a degree of apprehension. Not because of the eclectic mix of onlookers surrounding the two combatants, but the sheer size of the featureless room completely overwhelmed him. I've heard stories about it, but this is . . . wow. He looked over the crowd watching his every move. Benjiro's got some interesting friends. Most of 'em would usually kill each other if they're in the same room together. Nightrival fought their kind at one time or another. The bikers and soldiers didn't bother him, but he kept the ninjas within his periphery vision. If some of them knew he studied under Fujiwara, there might've been a problem. Luckily, there wasn't. The fight that enused between the heroes and the others went smoothly, although some of them will go home nursing bruised ribs or black eyes. Now, Shinken stands before him, his armour gleaming in the bright overhead lights. Nightrival takes a deep breath and rolls his head to let his neck pop and crack. "I'll do my best," he replies. Nightrival returns the bow and immediately shifts into a relaxed Aikido stance. That sword has to go, he muses. Shinken's cry slightly startles him, but he stands his ground. He lingers, intently following his sparring partner's movements. -- For the last two weeks, several Zoom users were sent to the hospital with major cardiac arrests. Either they lived on the Southside or they were just passing through the neighbourhood to score. The media reports all pointed to a new influx of Zoom that was far more potent than the usual stuff sold on the streets. When Nightrival heard that the neighbourhood he swore to protect was becoming the testing ground for a dangerous drug, he immediately took up the case. Unfortunately, his campaign was going nowhere. He is no detective, and the countless thugs and lowlifes he pounded into submission weren't talking. Frustrated, he continued to patrol the streets, looking for the one lead that will bring him closer to the source of the epidemic. At night, Nightrival scoured the streets. During the day, however, Liam had to hang up the costume and punch in at work. Knocking around crooks wasn't exactly a high-paying gig. Liam found a job working the day shift at the docks along the Waterfront. The work was easy and his boss didn't ask too many questions, especially when he came in covered in cuts and bruises. He claimed he got them while coaching at the boxing gym, which was partially true, and his employer left it at that. One foggy morning, while he was securing a rope around a flat of crates abroad a Japanese cargo ship, he heard his boss yelling up to him as he waddled out the warehouse's massive bay doors. "Yo! Callaghan! Phone for you!" "Thanks, Mr. Govorski." Liam walked off the ship, through the bustling warehouse and up a flight of stairs to reach Mr. Govorski's office. He picked up the phone. An unfamiliar voice was on the other side. "Hello? Am I speaking to a Mr. Liam Callaghan?" "Yeah, that's me." "I have an interesting proposition for you. . ." "Really? I like propositions. But you know my name and I don't know yours."

Cool. Master Lee is in the Freedom City sourcebook, just so you know. Initiative: 15

Cool. Master Lee is in the Freedom City sourcebook, just so you know. Initiative: 15

Cool. Master Lee is in the Freedom City sourcebook, just so you know. Initiative: 15

I envisioned Nightrival to be a DIY kind of fighter, training in private rather than in a public space. However, he does know Master Lee, and the venerable old master occasionally consults him or shows him a trick or two. Master Lee would (hopefully) speak highly of him. I'm totally cool with your character knowing Nightrival's secret identity. I'll keep Shinken's public persona in mind.

I envisioned Nightrival to be a DIY kind of fighter, training in private rather than in a public space. However, he does know Master Lee, and the venerable old master occasionally consults him or shows him a trick or two. Master Lee would (hopefully) speak highly of him. I'm totally cool with your character knowing Nightrival's secret identity. I'll keep Shinken's public persona in mind.

I envisioned Nightrival to be a DIY kind of fighter, training in private rather than in a public space. However, he does know Master Lee, and the venerable old master occasionally consults him or shows him a trick or two. Master Lee would (hopefully) speak highly of him. I'm totally cool with your character knowing Nightrival's secret identity. I'll keep Shinken's public persona in mind.

I think this is a terrific idea. The first half of my post will describe the match, and the second half would be the flashback. They can also meet while investigating the same case, and end up fighting together against a common foe. Since both characters have a background in martial arts, perhaps they've heard of each other or just heard rumours, like you mentioned.

I think this is a terrific idea. The first half of my post will describe the match, and the second half would be the flashback. They can also meet while investigating the same case, and end up fighting together against a common foe. Since both characters have a background in martial arts, perhaps they've heard of each other or just heard rumours, like you mentioned.

I think this is a terrific idea. The first half of my post will describe the match, and the second half would be the flashback. They can also meet while investigating the same case, and end up fighting together against a common foe. Since both characters have a background in martial arts, perhaps they've heard of each other or just heard rumours, like you mentioned.

Good question. How about in Downtown Freedom, in the City Center? That's where the FL is headquartered.

Good question. How about in Downtown Freedom, in the City Center? That's where the FL is headquartered.

Good question. How about in Downtown Freedom, in the City Center? That's where the FL is headquartered.

I would be interested in sparring. My character Nightrival is a PL 10 martial artist so I think he would be a suitable match for your character. Although he is not a member of the Freedom League he would be on friendly terms with them, so presumably they would allow him to use the Wreck Room. Let me know if you're interested! :)