Moira Morley

Using the Divine Channeling to get Flight 5. Apollo's Sun Chariot.

"Son of a," this water thing gave her little advantage other than being a target! The ball of flame hit her clean and singed her pretty good. If she wasn't in the ocean, she was sure that would have hurt a lot more. "well, enough of this. Apollo, love," she called to her one of her Olympian contacts.

"Oh I see what's going on," he said mirthfully.

"Yes, dear," she called back lovingly, "can't I get a ride to the shore? Maybe a steed or a chariot. A little show of power!"

"Let's see about that," he said thoughtfully.

A horse made of pure blazing sun carrying a gleaming metal chariot appeared above her. "Oh i owe you, love," she said sing-song as she stepped up into the vehicle, "I got some projects just waiting to be finished. In your name, Apollo." She strapped the horse  and it flew towards the shore.

Thank yooou!

Reflex: 1d20+7 13

Toughness: 1d20+12 18

Failed by 7. That's Bruised (Injured?) and Stunned!

What in Tartaras was this? Something... someone blinked in for a moment, took a swipe, and then blinked out. "That wasn't anything of mine," she said completely thrown for a loop. That moment was enough, Pyro looked like a big blazing inferno. Moira flinched. Not fear, mind you, reflexes. Warrior reflexes. Yeah, that was it. She smiled, "was that a fire," followed by a big hearty laugh. "Oh Junior, you have no Idea how much fire I've taken." She pulled her punch a bit. While she was adept to Apollo's embrace while she was on Olympus, fire was something she had to look out for down here. It was more of a swipe.

"Alright, Sparky, you wanna get you some," she jumped into the air over into the crystal clear water. She beckoned him  "Come on in, Hotpants, water's fine!" It was enough that she and maybe he would have to tread water.

Attacking Pyro: 1d20+8 9

...

DC 30 Toughness: 1d20+12 18

Yeah, let's reroll.

DC 30 Toughness: 1d20+12 30

BAM!

Will vs Startle: 1d20+7 22

Nope!

Pyro used Mean Look!

Scion flinched!

From left field!

As the fire cleared, Moira pounced forward towards the fire controller, "you know what I never get tired of, Firefly," she said rushing toward him, swing wildly but with force enough to know she meant business. "Punks who think they can ruin my fun." She shook her head, "nah, I always get tired of that."

She snarled threateningly, "now do you know why we're here or am I going to actually have to beat this information out of you?" She assumed a stance that he'd not seen before. She was going to take him down one way or the other.

Attacking Pyro: 1d20+8 12

Reflex, Toughness: 1d20+7 24

Hooha!

Reflex, Toughness: 1d20+12 29

In yo face, firefly!

Initiative: 1d20+2 5

BOOOOO!

Dream? Maybe, but it was a good dream. The warm embrace of Apollo's sun on her skin though, it felt very real. Maybe she would meet her love here. She loved the bikini that came with the setting. She modeled it off to no one in particular. She was about to sit down and catch some rays, but apparently there was someone else here. It was not Apollo. He looked a bit overdressed for the setting. "Hail stranger," she said as he walked towards her, "maybe you know the reason why I'm," she chuckled, "why we're here?" Though he looked like he was walking with authority. Maybe he didn't want to talk at all. Faster and faster he approached, "alright, let's do this then!" She got ready for the impact.

Giant Sword Wielder

or "What's that butterknife you're trying to pass off as a sword? Let me show you what a REAL sword looks like."

or "Screw you, Freud!"

Abilities 15 + 4 + 10 + -4 + 4 + 6 = 35pp

Strength 25 (+7)

Dexterity 14 (+2)

Constitution 20 (+5)

Intelligence 6 (-2)

Wisdom 14 (+2)

Charisma 16 (+3)

Combat 14 + 14 = 28pp

Attack +7

Grapple +19

Damage +7 (unarmed), +13 (sword)

Defence +7 (+7 base; +4 flat-footed)

Knockback -6, -3 without sword

Initiative +2

Saving Throws 5 + 5 + 5 = 15pp

Toughness +13 (+5 con, +2 Grit, +6 SO FRICKEN HUGE)

Fortitude +10 (+5 con, +5 save)

Reflex +7 (+2 dex, +5 save)

Will +7 (+2 wis, +5 save)

Skills 28 ranks = 7pp

Intimidate 12 (+15)

Notice 8 (+10)

Sense Motive 8 (+10)

Feats 22pp

All-Out Attack

Assessment

Critical Strike

Diehard

Distract (Intimidate)

Endurance

Fascinate (Intimidate)

Fearless

Improved Disarm

Improved Grab

Improved Smash

Improved Throw

Improved Trip

Instant Up

Interpose

Move-by Action

Power Attack

Quick Draw

Startle

Takedown Attack 2

Ultimate Effort (Intimidate)

Powers 2 + 5 + 10 + 23 = 40pp

Grit: Protection 2

Powerful Strides: Array 2 (Power Feats: Alternate Power 1)

. . Leaping 4 (x25; Running Long Jump 425ft, Standing Long Jump 212ft, Vertical Jump 106ft)

. . Speed 4 (100mph, 1000 feet per round)

Super-Strength 5 (Effective 50 Strength; Light 4 tons, Medium 8 tons, Heavy 12 tons, Maximum 24 tons, Push/Drag 60 tons)

HUGE SWORD: Device 5 (hard to lose; Power Feats: Indestructible, Restricted 2 [must have Effective 50 Strength to pick up])

. . HUGE BLADE: Damage 6 (Extras: Penetrating; Power Feats: Alternate Power 2, Improved Critical 2, Improved Disarm 2, Mighty)

. . . . Plant It In The Ground: Trip 8 (Extras: Area [Burst, General], Knockback; Flaws: Range [Touch]; Power Feats: Improved Throw)

. . . . Swing It Around: Damage 6 (Extras: Area [Shapeable (6 cubes of 125 cu ft), Targeted]; Power Feats: Mighty)

. . SO FRICKEN HUGE: Protection 6 (Flaws: Duration [Sustained, +0])

Totals: Abilities 35 + Combat 28 + Saving Throws 15 + Skills 7 + Feats 22 + Powers 40 = 147pp

I'd like a head count, please!

@Ari, @EviscerusNox, @Heritage, @EternalPhoenix, @Zeitgeist Blue

Good news! I have a job, and a place to stay.

Bad news(?). I will be working 12 hours a day. Commuting, sleeping, having the kids on the weekend. At most I will have 5ish hours to myself on the weekdays.

I won't be here as much as I used to be. But at least I have a chance to be here

Scion 15 posts + 10 GM posts = 25 posts

Ink! (9)

[Lost Expeditions] Castle Ravenloft (4)

Hell Isn't Good... It's Hell! (2)

Sanguine 3 posts

Moving In (3)

The Unicorn (Featuring)

Karaoke Knight at Morley's Pub (3x0.5=1.5)

GM 10 posts (posts go to Scion)

[Lost Expeditions] Castle Ravenloft (5x2=10)

Excuse me for my unexpected absence. Real life is currently trying to beat me down.

All should be clear by the middle to the end of the month.

Excuse me for my unexpected absence. Real life is currently trying to beat me down.

All should be clear by the middle to the end of the month.

She looked at the helmet and then to him, "ok, your bike your rules," she grinned. The morning air was a lovely scent. It wasn't as late as she thought it was. Apollo bid her good morning as the sun was about to rise. He had tried to reach her earlier, but she and her love were busy in the shower, cleaning. She bid the sun god good morning and asked him for a safe passage into the city. He agreed, as watching the sunrise was one of her favorite things to do if she was up in the morning to see it.

The silent conversation ended as she and Max got on the motorcycle, "nice," she said getting on after him, "your design," asked putting her arms around him. Max was all about the safety, but he was right, the helmet cramped her. Then again, it was better to be cramped than skinned up. "Now let's get this ride started," she said playfully bumping his helmet with hers.

The view was obstructed by the helmet, but she still watched the sun peaking leaning her head on Max's back as she watched the early morning colors muted by plastic. It was still beautiful. The ride from the southside to the west end was a ways a way. Enough to enjoy the whole of the celestial view. But they made it, in one piece, to Morley's.

Closing time was about two hours ago and the clean up crew had done their job. This was only partly her place. She and her mortal father co-owned it. She'd inherit the whole load when he passed on. She felt pride in the business. Even though there were other places in town that had better marketing, Morley's had regulars that were very loyal.

"Come on," she said excitedly taking off the helmet after he stopped. She'd pointed him to the back so she could get in through what she wanted to show him in the first place.

Hitting Thyr: 1d20+8 17. Misses.

@Zeitgeist Blue. Round 2 of 7. Do the thing.

Scion watch the magical saving grace with a cringe. It would have been easy for the giant man to take out the spellcaster. Which would have been good for them, but probably deadly for the onyx one. Still, the one who was healing before looked out of it. Spitfire was handling it. Or trying to handle it.

So Scion moved in to fight the other threat. "Hey big man," she said yelling up at him, "I've fought bigger, let's take this to the ground!" She said trying to push him down. She barely budged him, but still grunted trying to push!

Yes, it misses. I'm going to throw this out here since we're near the end of the fight anyway. I expect you not to know this in character, just to make it easier for rolling

Thyr (Big Dude): AC 24 (currently 23 due to growth)

Kisho (Meditator): AC 20

Farlees (Crossbow): AC 19

Raisa (Onyx Woman): AC 25

Chraz (Dragon Person): AC 21

GM

Thyr was in the process of acclimating to his new size. No matter how many times the witch did it to him he never got used to it instantly. His senses off, the tattooed 'cultist'wanted to get in his way, but do nothing. Seeing the opening in his foolishness, Thyr struck down a mighty blow. But the tattooed one moved and he struck the witch instead!

Raisa raised her hand just in time to pull off a shield. Even though she was thrown off balance due to the fast one's strikes, she was comfortable enough in her magics for it to go off spontaneously. She and the rest of her companions, sans the warrior, were still catching their bearings due to the fast one's assault.