Eviscerus

DONE BY AA Spitfire would like to put 2 power points into the following power: Enhanced Constitution 2 (Descriptor: Mutant) Also would like to add 4 ranks into Craft (Artistic) to up the ranks to 7 Thanks!

Spitfire'll probably have a booth dedicated to his budding tattoo biz he'll be promoting with fire eating tricks!

Spitfire's all about street level things, if there's still room. If not, no biggie!

Leviathan Veijlial took the time while Starlight and Britannia were talking to round up the hapless thugs, ensnaring all of them with dark tentacles. He then pulled out his cell phone and called the authorities before returning to the conversation. "The constabulary are on their way to pick up these miscreants. I imagine they'll want statements regarding the identity of the madman that attacked us as well. If either of you have a problem with engaging with the authorities I would not begrudge you a quick exit, however the more information we can supply the officers the better able they will be to catch the miscreant. Providing, of course, that I don't find him first and show him that righteous fury resembles more the hurricane and tidal wave than it does the ramblings of the insane with pretty weapons." A look of cold anger played across Leviathan's face as he talked more of Zealot. After a minute he subsided back into a brooding silence. The madman's attack brought flashes of the scene from Jon's apartment and the attack by the Serpent People into the forefront of Veijlial's mind. The same anger, the same insane fervor tainted both Jon's murder as well as the scene all about the heroes now. The thought caused a shudder to ripple through Leviathan as he scanned the area, making sure there was no one waiting in the shadows.

Spitfire The Gorgon Comes Vignette Leviathan Arcane Defenestration GM (Apply to Spitfire) Arcane Defenestration

September 20, 2011 The Fens Maxie strolled through the alleyways of Freedom City's poorest district, known locally and abroad as The Fens. Maxie had heard that if one was looking for criminals, that area would definitely provide them. Looking from one boarded up and abandoned business to a dilapidated apartment building, Maxie's heart sunk in empathy. It pained him to see people living in such squalor. Tucking his hands into the pockets of his over-long duster, Maxie lowered his head, which sported a black marshal-style cowboy hat and walked down the street, trying to look as innocuous as possible. Having grown up among a roving carnival, Max was no stranger to hard times and poverty, but the look in the people's eyes he passed had been new to him, it was fear, unadulterated and naked. Anger welled within him as a fire, and before he knew it, white smoke and steam were rising from his nostrils. How could this be allowed to happen to people? Where were the advocates for these scared and hungry children? With the abundance of heroes in this town surely at least some devoted their time to cleaning up these streets, but it seemed hardly a dent had been made. Maxie closed his eyes and calmed himself. Of course, he knew why no progress had been made. It seemed that in this town, same as any other, once you cut one head off the Hydra, at least two grew to replace it. It was an endless and vicious cycle, and the only thing one could hope to do was to stem the tide and keep things from getting worse. Maxie opened his eyes suddenly and clenched his jaw. He would not let this stand. No more of the status quo. If one were to believe that no true progress could be made then you are doomed before you start. Spitfire vowed to himself he would work tirelessly to see The Fens turned into something beautiful, one way or another, and if some criminals and mobsters got burned along the way, then all the better. It was during this reverie that Gorgon came. Within minutes the street was crowded with people, throwing bricks through windows and screaming in near insane panic. A place such as The Fens would be hit worst, Spitfire knew, as it was always teetering on the edge of madness due to the fear and anger of those who have been the victims of society their whole lives. It wouldn't take much to turn this sprawling display of urban decay into a full blown nightmare of biblical proportions. Unfortunately much did take place with the apparent inevitable decimation of planet imminent. Max watched aghast as once normal people destroyed businesses and shopping centers, running out of stores with televisions and other electronic what-have-yous. Maxie shook his head, "I don't know what it is about the threat of imminent death that makes people run around stealin' TV's. Don't make no sense when you think about it. What good's a TV gonna do ya when the world's endin'?" Behind him, Maxie heard a woman scream. He turned in time to see a semicircle of thugs carrying miscellaneous weapons of opportunity closing in on a lady and her baby. Cursing, Maxie sped over to next to the mother and her baby. "You boys’ oughtta mind yer manners!" Spitfire yelled before sucking in a breath and laying down a semicircle of fire in front of him and the mother, blocking the would be attackers from getting to them. Seeing this young boy suddenly spew fire from his mouth made the thugs reconsider their target, and they soon left off to continue looting with their less than reasoning brethren. Maxie turned to the young woman, who was rather handsome considering the amount of worry and fear that had been etched into her face over the years. "You a ‘right ma'am? Where you live? I'll see you and yer young’un home alright." The woman looked at him with wide eyes near panic and swallowed before stammering, "Th-thank you son. We live two blocks north, please; it's not safe here for Jimmy!" Maxie gave a strained smile in response, "Jimmy is it? Well we can't have ya hangin' around here, and yer home is likely to be no better, we better get ya some where’s safer. My trailer's on the edge o' town, that should be away from most o' the trouble." Without waiting for a response Maxie grabbed the girl and lifted her into his arms before setting the pavement before him ablaze and skating across is and blinding speeds. The woman cried out in surprise but soon settled down as the scenery changed from the anarchy of The Fens to the Greenbank to the West End where plant monsters were harassing victims. No matter what he saw, Maxie didn't stop, couldn't stop, until this mother and her child were safe. He knew there was nothing rational about it, but what if this mother and child were the only ones to survive the madness? Spitfire wasn't powerful enough to save everyone, but by God he sure as hell could save these two. With renewed determination Spitfire poured on the speed and headed passed Lantern Hill and the Hanover Bypass till coming to his small, out of the way trailer park just on the outskirts of Freedom City. He led the woman in mechanically, clearing random detritus off a spot on the couch for her to sit. "I know it ain't pretty but it should do ya well fer the time bein'. There's ice in the freezer, coke in the fridge, and glasses in the sink. Help yerself to anything I got." With that, Spitfire turned to go, determined to help as many as possible. "Wait," the woman balked as he opened the trailer. "Why save me? We passed so many others, why didn't you stop to save them?" Maxie looked to his shoes and shrugged, "If'n I tried to save everyone I saw needin' help between findin you and gettin you safe, I wouldn't have been able to save anyone. I don't know that it's gonna matter, it's bad out there. I jus-... I had to save you, someone, in case none of us make it; I wanted to know I got you away from them thugs at least. “ Maxie realized he'd been frowning and on the verge of tears, he shook his head and smiled his cockiest smile at the lady. "Don't you fret none, sweetheart, we ain't done for yet and I aim to right some wrongs afore the day's through. We may not survive, but some plant monsters and some crazy tiny robots aren't gonna be more than slag before we close the curtain on this world that's fer damned sure!" With a flourish he was out the door laughing maniacally to himself. Well, Spitfire thought, I reckon it's not exactly as lofty as ridding The Fens o' gangbangers, but helpin stop the annihilation of the planet'll have ta do!

Leviathan Leviathan stared back over his shoulders to the place where Zealot disappeared, a look of consternation playing on his face. "As to the identity of that madman, I can not say, though he seemed to be on some sort of insane crusade against magic users. The man is obviously imbalanced." Leviathan turned back to Young Britannia and attempted a smile holding out his hand to shake. "Nice to meet you Young Britannia, my name is Leviathan. I do have to wonder though why there are so many light wielding heroes in this city. Are you all part of a family? I hope my channeling of the darkness does not offend in anyway. Speaking of which..." Leviathan closed his eyes and concentrated, muttering to himself as darkness surrounded his skin, smoothing it out and reshaping bone structure till Veijlial appeared more human or atlantean.

Leviathan Veijlial shook the stars and cobwebs from his head and stood, suffering only a moment of dizziness. "It appears that I can. Seems that now I'm only suffering from a mild concussion and of course, wounded pride. Thank you, kind strangers for your aid this night. Whereas the deep dark of the ocean discriminates not friend from foe, I do, and will endeavor to repay this debt of kindness you have bestowed upon me." Leviathan offered a fanged smile and held out his hand awkwardly to shake. "My name is Veijlial Anathka'Un, but seeing as how that is passingly difficult to say, let alone spell, you may call me Leviathan. I am, and will be, at your service."

Alright, Leviathan's recovery check comes out to: 22 so that's the 3 worst conditions, which are, staggered, and two bruised.

GM Zealot Victor had been lucky up until now. His almost preternatural reflexes and enchanted armor had saved him from the worst of the fel magician's magics, but when Starlight's blast caught him directly in the chest, he was unprepared. Compared to the shots from the previous two magic users, this was a freight train. The focused light lifted Zealot from his feet and vaulted him over Leviathan's head to land down in the shadows of the warehouse, the sound of collapsing crates reverberating off the walls of the warehouse. Coughing and weezing, Victor's voice could be heard throughout the warehouse, seeming to come off of every flat surface, "Fools! You will regret this night's insolence. I should have known that where there is one evil sorcerer, there are two more to make sure his nefarious deeds come to fruition. Mark me, foul ones! You are not the only ones with friends! I will return, but between then and now, beware the dark, for the righteous wrath of Him awaits you there!" After the absurd speech a sort of muffled whisper could be heard sighing out through the night, and the crazed Zealot was gone.

okay then, here's Zealot's toughness save: a 14, good job! That makes him bruised, dazed, and staggered! alright now that you've officially taken the fight out of the poor guy, I'm going to give you all an HP while he enacts his getaway plan!

Starlight's up!!

GM Zealot "I'll deal with your newfound insolence in a minute, fool!" Zealot turned back to Young Britannia, a fire in his eyes that promised pain. With a bestial scream, Victor sent Witchbreaker arcing through the air to slam directly into the chest of Agnus, sending up sparks of crimson energy as the steel of scourge bites into light-infused flesh. "Fear the wrath of the righteous! Feel the sting of Witchbreaker!"

Okay so Zealot's gonna throw an attack at YB. Attack roll of: a 28 So that's a hit alright. with autofire that makes the damage... +13.. ouch! So that's a saving throw dc of 28 for our British light wielder!

GM Zealot Zealot brought up an arm as the light washed over him, covering his eyes. The blast hit him squarely in the chest but his "divinely" enchanted breast plate mitigated the attack without damage being done. Zealot focused on the young light wielder and sneered. "You dare strike an agent of the Lord with your fel magics?! I will lay you low for your insolence!" Zealot cracks Witchbreaker in the air before him, it's angry red energy and thundering cracks splitting the air promising pain to the young heroine. Leviathan Seeing his would be counterpart and rescuer approaching dire straits at the hands of the madman that had been after him. Veijlial summoned all his arcane might to bear. He would not allow this maniacal fool to hurt anyone else the way he'd hurt Leviathan. This had to stop now. Veijlial gathered the dark to him, spreading out his black tentacles, he opened new pathways in his mind, to find the spell and the power to wield it. Suddenly lashing out, he sent his tentacles out to the madman, attempting to wrap him in terrible darkness and power, but Zealot easily dodged out of the way and looked backwards at the now drained sorcerer, offering him a sneer of derision before turning back to the young light wielder.

Alright, Leviathan's gonna give this one last hoo-ra! Gonna extra effort for a power stunt of magic array that is thus: Strike 8 (Mighty, Alternate save: Fortitude) Also going to All out attack for 2, and extra effort the attack, that will leave him exhausted. Let's see if this pays off! a 12 just wow. Okay, no dice then. That makes it Zealot's turn... uh-oh

Good shot! Okay, Zealot's toughness save is: 23 tough luck! That makes it poor Leviathan's turn!

alright, noted! That makes it YB's turn!

alright we're at the top of the initiative which means Starlight's up!

GM Zealot Anger broiled within Victor at the sheer audacity of the magic wielders to defy him, let alone strike him with their fell energies! Grinding his teeth, Zealot seethed in a breath, offered up a prayer of vengeance and leaped into the air, Witchbreaker arcing high in the air covered in red electric power. "You shall all pay for your insolence! Feel the wrath of the hand of God!" With that, Zealot landed, bringing the enchanted scourge down upon the battlefield, sending a crackling wave of energy bursting out from beneath him to catch both Starlight and Leviathan in it's wake. Zealot could tell at once that the blast had caught the small snake-creature by surprise as the slight emanations of dark powers emanating from him fell from Victor's senses. He looked up to see Leviathan's eyes roll back into his head as he was lifted from the ground and smashed into the crate behind him and almost neck-shattering speed.

Zealot is angry now! He's going to use a targeted burst area damage effect. Which means that if he hits, it'll hit both Starlight and Leviathan. So here goes! That's a 25 to hit, so should hit both of them So a DC 23 Toughness Save for Starlight and Leviathan. Since Levi's forcefield is ablative, his toughness save is down by 2. Let's see how badly this hurts him. D'oh! only an 11. That puts him out rather handily! he's dazed and staggered now. Not a pretty picture for our stalwart shadow-wielder! Okay Starlight, time for your toughness save!

Leviathan This madman had been laughing at the so called "feeble" attempts from his counterparts to blast some sanity into him, and as such had forgotten who was behind the light wielder. Shaking the stars from his vision, and wiping the blood from his eyes, Leviathan's eyes settled on this ranting figure, and a cold fire of anger welled within him. Pulling in a breath through his nostrils, Veijlial quickly uttered the words to a devastating counterattack. From his outstretched fingers a black snake made entirely of eldritch shadow slithered towards Zealot. Zealot turned in time to see a cobra of pure shadow fan it's head and strike him full in the chest, staggering him back a step and causing him to yell out in pain. "You talk too much," Leviathan commented coldly staring defiantly into Zealot's now seething eyes.

Okay, Leviathan's up and he attempts a shadow blast against Zealot and gets: a 22! A hit! Now for Zealot's toughness save vs dc24 (tit for tat apparently!): that's a 20 so a bruised status for our monologuing madman!

(09:25:51) Eviscerus: grr! (09:26:15)Eviscerus: st00pid computer! (09:46:14) Eviscerus: damnit people talk! Amuse your lord and master with your checanery! (09:46:39) Raveled throws peanuts at Evi. Dance, monkey! (09:46:57) Eviscerus: (09:48:02) Eviscerus: not peanuts! Thou hast found my mortal weakness! Thy death shall be gooey! (09:48:12) Eviscerus: Boss fight!

Alright, you're up YB!