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  1. it was a strange sensation to feel ones arm seperate itself from his body, becoming lifeless motionless matter its it rocketed through the water, propelled to its target by the tremendous force of influenced momentum. It had of course already grown back and able to properly seperate it through concious effort he'd avoided the painful side effects usually associated with ripping out chunks of ones self and throwing them at enemies as uncommon a tactic as it might've been for those not composed of regenerative matter (or those blessed with the abilities of starfish) his shot raced towards the beak behind the wall of rotten tentacles!
  2. hmm well lets say its erroding at him, either a damage effect or occasionally it just gnaws through him and trips him over or some such or it causes him to become sedentry? maybe reducing the range or effectiveness of his powers as they're turned to mud rather than soil?
  3. Fire the clod cannon! 1d20+10=25 that said i am soil underwater if that kicks off my feat of clay complication i am hungry like a hippo for delicious HP! (Hippo Points!)
  4. He could feel it long before he could see it, its massive frame shooting through the waters like a putrid harpoon, no heartbeat, no breathing or whatever might have passed for it amongst Cephalopoda and the like. His soily body became almost immediately soden with the stagnent waters of the lake, impeding his movements some but he would manage, as he always hard. Earth Abides he intoned within his mind as he leveled a muddy limb towards the writhing mass of tentacles and prepared to launch a mighty clod of earth at a monster he could feel far better than see. Rather an out of place creature....squids dwelled in the sea rather than lakes...though that means little to magic.
  5. "ill do my best." he said in response the the ghosts words, evidently these was more afoot then Gravedigger cared to disclose, but now was evidently not the time to ponder such things as ponderously as he might ponder them, turning to the rippling water with hardend eyes, his heart hardening to steel in the face of whatever monster might be making its appearance now. "Run to the other shore, I will hold it off!" he rumbled with the power of the shifting continents as he lept lethagically but with undeniable weight into the water and began his descent to the bottom. He couldn't change form, if he did, the walkway would crumble and they would both be at the mercy of whatever foul creature hid within the lake, he could however track their progress through the tremors of the ground and do his best to run interferance.
  6. Venomax Power Level: 10 (150/150) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: None In Brief: . Catchphrase: Theme: Alternate Identity: (Secret) Birthplace: Residence: Base of Operations: Emerald City Occupation: Affiliations: Family: Friends: Description: Age: Gender: Ethnicity: Height: Weight: Eyes: Hair: History: Personality & Motivation: Powers & Tactics: Power Descriptions: Complications: Abillities: 8+4+8+4+4+0= 28pp STR: +4 (18), DEX: +2 (14), CON: +4 (18), INT: +2 (14), WIS: +2 (14), CHA: +0 (10) Combat: 20+12=32pp Attack: +10 (Base: +10) -Ranged: +10 -Melee: +10 Defense: +10 (+6 base +4 dodge focus Flat-footed: +3), Grapple: +14 (+10 Base attack +4 Strength) Knockback: -5 Initiative: +2 Saves 4+4+6 = 14pp Tough: +4/+10, (+4 Con +6 Protection (Venomax Costume)) Fort: +8 (+4 Con +4) Ref: +6 (+2 Dex + 4) Will: +8 (+2 Wis +6) Skills: 12pp (48 Ranks) Craft (chemical) 8 (+10), Knowledge (physical sciences) 8 (+10), Knowledge (technology) 8 (+10), Medicine 4 (+6), Notice 6 (+8), Sense Motive 6 (+8), Stealth 8 (+10) Feats: 10pp All-Out Attack, Dodge Focus 4, Inventor Move-by Action, Power Attack, Precise Shot, Take down Attack Powers: 37 + 16 + 1 = 54pp Chemical Synthesis Glands (Array 15; 30 pt array PFs: Alternate Power 7; Mutation) [37pp] BE:Confuse 10 ("Toad Toxins"; chemical Extras: Alternate Save (Fortitude), Poison, Secondary Effect) AE:Damage 10 ("Nerve Agents" Chemical; Extras; Alternate Save (Fortitude), Poison) AE:Damage 10 ("Acidic Sweat" Extras: Contagious, Secondary Effect) AE:Drain 10 ("Malady Mixtures Chemical drains: any trait, Extras; Poison) AE:Obscure 10 ("Pepper Spray Sweat" Chemical affects: 1 type + visual - olfactory, Radius: 5000 ft.) AE:Paralyze 10 ("Spider Venom" Chemical; Extras: Alternate Save (Fortitude), Poison) AE:Snare 10 ("Cobra Spit" Chemical; Extras:Suffocating) AE:Stun 10 ("Toxic Shock" Chemical;Extras: Poison) Venomax Costume (Device 4; technology; 20 DP device) (Hard to lose) [16pp] Brand Loyalty (Immunity 1) Rare Descriptor (Own Powers) [1pp] DC Block Name Range Save Effect Toad Toxins 100ft DC20 Fort Confusion Nerve Agents Melee DC25 Fort Damage Acidic Sweat Melee DC25 Tough Damage Malady Mix Melee DC20 Fort Drain Pepper Spray 100ft N/A Obscure Spider Venom Melee DC20 Fort Paralyze Cobra Spit 100ft DC20 Reflex Snare Toxic Shock Melee DC20 Fort Stun Totals: Abilities 28 + Skills 12 (48 ranks) + Feats 10 + Powers 54 + Combat 32 + Saves 14 + Drawbacks 0 = 150.
  7. "Well im Only 19, but a lot of stuff has happened in the last few years, my powers kick off when a girder was about to fall on me at my Pa's Construction Site i was interning at." he began "then i get sent to a special school....zombies come out of a submarine, rogue elements of the government kidnap me and make me turn into a red crystal that like...gave me sight beyond sight..which i used to plan a rather successful escape." he hummed a little as he turned it over. "then I get dragged into a secret organization's shadow wars trying to save some people from a drug ring/infernalist cult; i think? get magic'd into a book to fight a dragon, Fight some lycanthrope bikers with a bunch of like-minded people and turn myself into light and accidentally shoot my self through space to an alien planet where i meet another human and fight a alien deathbot."
  8. "ah... I see you've had a run in with luddwig." he commented as he rubbed his chin, sprinkling the dirt path with his crumbling and yet reforming visage. "We're looking for him too, he's been a bit of a naughty boy, raising the dead and all kinds of sinister magics like that, so we're going to go and stop him, hopefully breaking whatever spells he's got in motion." he offered plainly "give rest to those who have none and life anew to them who merely survive."
  9. Dreadnought remained mostly quiet as events unfolded around him untill the whole affair and debate began to kick off around him. Something about frost having been to bad places and stuff he didnt really understand but morgens displeasure was obvious so he felt the need to speak up. "You were there, were you not, when I and ember spoke..do you remember what he said? "I do not require sacrifice but sacrifice is required." I imagine frost was in a similar situation to you and your tribe but in lieu of a giant or the spirit of his tribes fire something darker appeared to offer salvation, something that not only demanded sacrifice but reveled in it, he suffered to spare other people in times of darkness, much as you sacrificed your eye and i...i burned to the bone as i battled that demon."
  10. "Its true, I do, so many infact they've got themselves stuck trying to squeeze past each other." He answered plainly as he nursed the beverage a little. "Tell ya what, lets make a bit of a back and forth about it stop it getting one sided and borin' ill ask one then you ask me one." He offered. "Ill go first; Tell me more about yourself i guess?"
  11. After a half second of not-really-thinking Alex answered the apparition with sparkling intelligence on full display "Me." much to his credit however he realized how inane his answer was immediately after speaking but lent into it without a a second thought, maybe it was because his head was made of litteral mud but he he felt an inclination to be simple and direct in his words, thoughts and deeds "These are my aquaintances" he continued, gesturing to the assortment behind him. "Who are you and why do you care?"
  12. fair enough! removed permeate and dropped the recovery bonus to make it normal regen. In my mindset its a power that only a few forms can have mind, ones where he is capable of reconstructing himself with surrounding materials so regen would be limited to liquids, soft solids and gas/particulates though since he's made of them he always has some on hand so yeah he can just reattach what fell off no medium required.
  13. dirt form incase it comes up! Protection 6 (6pp) Array 12 (26pp) BE: Create Object 10 "earthen contstructs" Flaw: Feedback Extras: Duration (continous) PF: Progression 4 (10x100ft Cubes) (24/24) AE: Blast 10 "Clod Cannon" PF: Accurate 2 (+4), Precise (23/24) AE: Snare 10 "Soil Cocoon" PF: Accurate 2 (+4) (22/24) Super Senses: Extended 2 (1k ft incr) Tremor Sense (4pp) Regeneration "Reconstituted from soil" : Bruised 3 (1/a round no check) , Injury 3 , Disabled 3 Staggered 3 PF: Persistant, Regrowth [14pp] (50/50)
  14. "eh he's mostly swearing" facs said dismissively "His names Octavio, im calling him bitey, witchman plays the violin goes by ludwig, Bitey has made several suggestions for what to do to ludwig for reanimating him and has made a few requests regarding ya machette, i shaln't repeat.." he added humouredly. "keep threatening Pixie and ill oblige him on a few though." he added with a harder edge to his voice "As for the lake, leave that to captain copy." giving a short whimsical salute as he touched the soil beneath him and flesh transformed to dense loamy earth "I will make us a bridge, might get ya shoes dirty mind." Raising the lakebed was an easy enough task in this state, he was a part of the earth and willing it to move, harden or soften was as simple as controling his own arms, flexing sod like sinews and compacting it into as solid a surface as he could manage "gonna have to put it back when we get to the other side but for now, keep an eye out for crumbling.round the edges, no lake is ever as placid as it looks."
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