Dariusprime

The OOC thread for here.

Wednesday, June 19th, 2019, 2:02 PM

Fulcrum sometimes wondered what radar operators thought of Freedom City. The newer systems could easily track something of her size or smaller. At least that is what the science magazines were writing. But planes and helicopters were one thing. Flying heroes? That she'd like to chat with someone in the know.

Such were her musings as she descended toward home. Her flight path arced lazily westward across the blue waters of the Atlantic. Out there she could cut loose, but closer to land she slowed down to a more reasonable 200 mph or so. No need to shatter windows or capsize boats after all.

Soon the familiar face of Centurion's memorial gleamed on the horizon below her. She smiled. Home.

To those with keen eyes, a white and gold streak approached from the east and aimed for Sentry Statue.

The OOC thread for here.

You're up, Rossignol.

Wednesday, June 19th, 2019, 8:39 PM

Mona missed the West End. This was her old stomping ground. She knew the place like the back of her hand. Friends, family, neighbors. Memories. The riot of life made her smile: the smells from the restaurants, kind words in dozens of languages, the old cobblestone side streets, the "newly" planted trees now soaring above the row houses and shops. Despite all that Freedom City had experienced, the core character of the neighborhood remained.

But the West End wasn't perfect. Not by a long shot. Heroes were still needed. Which meant this particular evening, Fulcrum decided to do something she hadn't done in years: patrol. Or more specifically, patrol here. So as the lights blinked out in the businesses, and tired West Enders hurried home, Fulcrum jogged through the streets.

Oh, sure, she could fly, but jogging was more fun, and pun intended, kept her grounded. She was in costume though. She was "on the clock" as it were. Thus a giant in a white bodysuit with gold wristbands, belt, and anklets passed under the street lights of a quieting West End. Except of course for a rhythmic thud, thud, thud of her 600+ pounds hitting the pavement.

Hello, TheAbsurdist!

blackstarraven: I have perused the rules and now feel somewhat ready for a thread. I will send you a PM to discuss the particulars.

Thank you very much!

And thanks for the un-archiving, Thevshi.

Some summer shenanigans sound very fun. I've been brainstorming ideas. At some point I want a magnetic controller. Beyond that I have no details yet. The other concept is more-or-less a complete one I've knocked around since my previous days on the site: a Sabretooth expy named Troll. Polished up with various fantasy elements. Modeled to the right PL, the character would make a fine, socially awkward Claremonter.

Welcome aboard, blackstarraven! Congratulations on your first character. You will find all sorts of adventures here. Just keep your eyes peeled.

Would you like a meeting thread then? I will be happy to make one. Once I review the site rules again and this fancy forum. I don't want to poke the interface and destabilize the space-time continuum or something.

Edite: And it looks like Ecal posted a troll character years ago. Very nice!

Hello, everyone!

First off, I'm so happy to see the site going strong. I haven't been around in years, and seeing old and new faces alike is heartening.

Time perhaps then to jump back into the mix. My main character is Fulcrum, a punchy paragon that ranged across Freedom City. Mainly looking for interesting people to meet and evil robots to recycle. I would really enjoy catching up (or meeting and greeting) in character! If anyone is interested please drop me a line. 

I haven't decided on what Fulcrum was doing in the intervening time. Given the wealth of major stories since my last thread, my guess is that she was out of the city during those periods. Globetrotting? Incapacitated? I know she had family and career interests that could fade her into the background otherwise.

Until I figure that out, I will work on updating her sheet. May I have it retrieved from the archive please?

I am also considering another character. Perhaps a Claremont student?

But that's all up in the air. Bringing myself up-to-date will definitely take some time. Thank you all for such a great site. I hope to see you in the chats.

Thank you so very much, Arichamus. I agree that this guide will very helpful to new and established players alike.

On a personal note, your summary of Fulcrum is excellent. I am shamelessly biased however.

Great to hear from you, Dok! Been a great run, and I hope it will continue. Enjoy Dragon Con, be well, and thank you.

Seconded! Wait. Thirded!

Happy birthday ChrisClark! Happy birthday Thunder King!

I'm planning a thing where a character with light powers(probably Young Britannia hi Tiff!) goes to an alternate Earth where powers tied to darkness are the effective norm.

 

So, what besides the obvious historical shifts should I keep in mind? And is this fitting with established alternate worlds? The reason why the world is the way it is has two main roots: a quirk of natural selection that led to human vision becoming much more effective in the dark and making them much more comfortable in it, and rituals enacted by the Earth's Master Mages who made seemingly peaceful contact with the creatures living in the Shadow-World; they've drawn the universe almost into the dark abyss to hide from evil forces in the omniverse. Thus, the Schattenwelt infest almost every corner of that world and has awakened the powers of most of the world's superhumans, save for a few struggling to keep alive the Light.

 

(All the above not final, as issues do crop up)

I'm digging it! My first question from this idea, and extrapolations added, is what kind of omniversal evil would necessitate drawing that universe toward the Shadow? Chthonic horrors (I'm biased I'll admit!)? Omega? Battle brutes? Una? Walmart?

The possibilities are endless. If the place is swarming with shadow creatures and super undead, that suggests to me the universe was either vulnerable or faced a major threat that forced the Master Mages to act in such a dire fashion.

Fulcrum: 5

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"Good work. Good work," Fulcrum commented as the robot powered down in her hands. She returned his grin.

Her smile faded at where Mr. Craven's remains ended up. A sigh escaped and she shook her head.

Thankfully, Jack distracted her. Looking down at him, she said, "Thanks. We're fine I think. You two okay?"

Originally, she'd also been a touch concerned by Willow's sudden maneuver, but her worries were unfounded. Jack was nothing if not a dashing rescuer.

Once Geckoman exited the head with the unfortunate pilot, the robotic remains soon landed a distance away from the acrobat.

"You're right. Unfortunately, not a lot we can do. I doubt we could get through to 911 right now," the giantess stated plainly while unfastening and draping her cape over Jerry's prone form.

"Don't worry," she added after glancing to Geckoman, "It's not the original. Gave that to the Super Museum years ago. I would have used it anyway..." The latter sentence added quietly to herself. If she heard Chris, she didn't respond.

Now was the time to focus. With a nod to Jack, she activated her commlink, "I'm on it."

I will be out of town from Thursday through Monday. I'm not sure of my internet access but likely won't be available much at all.

Have fun and game on! :geek:

Nope, no damage. I'll let the technical expert deal with the head.

Sorry for the delay!

Toughness vs DC 25 (1d20+20=33) That works.

Free Action: Shift 2PP in Array for Flight 2.

Move Action: Fly down to the Evil Robotic Head.

Standard Action: Grapple and catch said ERH.

All-Out Attack +5/-5 vs Evil Robotic Head (1d20+15=18) Hopefully I will hit it this time or else I will HP! Geckoman will not pancake on my watch.

Grapple vs Evil Robotic Head (1d20+44=63)

I shifted two points to Flight to make sure she cleared the distance to Geckoman and the Head, making the total 62.

Fulcrum looked a bit surprised that the damaged arm took another swing. She nodded in satisfaction at the robot's own, well, self-destruction.

Must be out of practice. Of course giant robots fight to the end!

Her attention quickly shifted to her teammates. Jack was right. Time to finish up this fight and move on to bigger fish. But where was Geckoman? The crashing sound suggested he was having fun with the robotic head. Unfortunately, the head was still plummeting earthward at a rather painful rate of speed. Now Fulcrum knew full well that ol' Gecks could regenerate like mad, but she also knew the injuries still hurt. A lot. And that just wasn't right to inflict on the fellow.

Zooming past one crumpled and one damaged arm, the heroine came up underneath the head-cockpit and latched onto it with a bear hug. With a judicious use of air brakes, the bundle of two heroes and robot slowed and stopped in mid air. Hopefully a good, safe distance from the cold, hard, metal-strewn street.

"Gecks? You in there?" called Fulcrum, peeking at the window of the cockpit and trying not to wince.

Standard: Swing! Attack vs Robot Leg 2 +2/-2 Accurate Attack (1d20+12=15) and a miss?

DC 33 Toughness if it hit!

A wave of satisfaction washed over Fulcrum as the crippled robotic limb dropped earthward and the other one craftily avoided a bad move.

Huh. I do feel better.

She sized up the competition only to realize her teammates had taken a toll on the numbers. Further comfort fled her however as she noted Geckoman's plunge. Intellectually, she full well knew the young but experienced hero knew what he was doing, but her friends' conditions were always somewhere on her mind. Best to let him be for now and handle things on his own terms.

Thinking perhaps a bit of flare was in order, the heroine kicked high, rotating backwards as she backpedaled. The kick picked up momentum as she spun, delivering a nice, solid THWACK! as she punted the unattended leg toward the waiting street below. The connection was soft, but still strong enough to rattle the thing like a bucket of bolts!

Fulcrum watched Jack leap into the fray and nodded. A little giant-robot therapy could do anyone good.

The giantess followed suit and soared forward into battle. What she lacked in grace she certainly made up for in power. The satisfying crunch of metal followed a booming impact. The robot arm's plated fist shuttered and crumbled against Fulcrum's own. It may still be functional, but she sure wasn't letting it move.

A few rapid-fire punches were added for good measure.

And stay down!

Move Action: Fly to nearest arm.

Standard Action: Punch! Attack vs Robot Arm +3/-3 Accurate Attack (1d20+13=31)

DC 32 Toughness!

Fulcrum smiled in relief at Jack's return to health. "Only a few minutes. Fleur took good care of you." As far as the technical jargon, Mona just blinked at Dragonfly's response and motioned to her, "What she said."

"Thank you, Fleur. Best wishes," she spoke warmly to the plant controller. "We are going to need it."

Once Dragonfly and Mara departed, Fulcrum turned back to the conversation with a distressed look on her face. Jack's voice pulled her out of her funk. Blinking a few times, she started, "Yes, all over. Heroes and villains alike. Downtown is the worst. Lots of bystanders. We could really help..."

"...there?" The cognitive dissonance caused by the robot and voice rendered her speechless. Psychologically, it also helped her focus past the team's harsh reality. If they couldn't save Ellie directly, which tore Mona up to no end, they could still be heroes.

Fulcrum:

Arms and the Man (4)

Welcome back, Doc!