Exaccus

Insight roll! 1d20+6=7

Black knight swallowed slightly nervously, this guy was the real deal it seemed, ancient wizard fella with command over his enviroment, which happened to be a already quite icy mountain peak, but situations like this were to become a daily occurance for him and now was no time to falter, not whilst tanya's very life was on the line, snapped from his internal analysis by phantasmo leaping into action he follows after in his own way, opening a portal and stepping through, placing a large, reassuring gauntlet on Tanya's shoulder and pulling her towards the portal even as he steps forward, stomping across the ice and raising his sword at Feigr, horizontaly across himself, hoping to convey his message through body language even as he spoke it. "You'll have to go through us first, villain!" ready to close the portal the moment tanya was safely on the other side with agna "I assure thee it will not be easy."

Ulysses sighs slightly in relief "i really hate mushrooms." he says with a slight shudder "gross things they are." as he regards his hands " and this one in particular seems to be parasitic and poisonous. this poor lady's had it inside her..i imagine her everything aches and itches like our palms do right now, if not worse.." he says giving the lady a reassuring pat on the shoulders as the scuttling officer takes her off his hands. "Ulysses is the nom de plum." extending his unblemished hand "i was following a lead on a "green parasite", seems like i came to the right place." gesturing with his red hand as the now limp tentacles "definately green and parasitic." he states matter of factly more to himself than the blue gentleman "how about yourself sir, you a consultant for the cops?" having been too busy trying to wipe his hand off at on the walls to be hearing him say "client" at the time.

ahh right! hmm, then ill portal over instead , leaving it open so tanya can retreat. through it and let him know i can do it all day, so he'll need to deal with me first if he can.

Ulysses recoils in suprise and if he's completely honest slight disgust as the fungal tentacles before him, though a brief glance at the seizure ridden woman brings up enough sympathy to overpower it and with only a slight grimace he approaches the woman and steadying her with one hand, sweeps powerfuly down and diagonally, severing the putrid pseudopod in a swift gesture, and brings his arm around to support the woman even as his skin turns red and itches fiercely. he turns to face the blue gentleman in the once no doubt lovely suit "Ah, sorry it took me so long, had a bit of bother with the chap outside." he says calmly "Everything under control now?"

Fort save! 1d20+10=22

I will lay waste to it i hope (Area damage 7), hitting just it and feigr and have a few choice words for his cowardly tactics! prehaps making a diplomacy check as a move action to try and make him go through us first if arna is willing to translate.

Int check! 1d20=12 seems I know a thing. I will power attack. taking 10 to hit the minionshroom's extended tentacles. -2/+2! hopefuly being in a grapple will make that connect.

Initiative! 1d20=10

"Woah there, son i come in peace, heard a scream, thought you folks could use a bit of help." ulysses responds, raising his hands up in surrender "Not looking to cause you trouble like, heard there was something about a green parasite?" he asks remaining as calm as sensible for a man with a weapon levelled at him could be expected to be as he slowly edges towards the door "Not looking for a fight with the FCPD but it looks like you've got one on your hands." as he slowly approaches the door "Going to go in their now and help contain whatever it is causing grief for you...please don't shoot me." and with that he turns and makes for the door the cry for assistance came from. "We can talk more after if you like." he yells over his shoulder as he goes

<Ah helen of troy, here we go again....> Ulysses had found having a voice inside his head was disorientating and highly inconvenient, especially when its urgent messages bounced around in his skull like the ringer of a bell and it could send him places entirely without his consent, he counted himself fortunate that for the most part the spirit with apathetic and not particularly prone to violence when not sufficiently provoked by people or events as it clearly had been by this "green parasite." malarkey, with good reason too if the shrill scream was anything to go by. taking the brief moment to ensure his hankercheif-cowl was in place and his hat was firmly on, he barges through the door and rockets towards the source of the commotion with hardly a thought, though this time of his own volition.

"well if they got drones they'll have soldiers right? like an insect colony...a really big, cyborg insect colony." Ulysses muses as he scratches at his trim beard "forced conversion of populations too huh...sounds like a recipie for wave attacks, they'll be going for sheer numbers id reckon, these drones're probably pretty lightly armed for whatever they're here to do but they're space aliens, lightly armed might mean each is a main battle tank by our standards." a dour look crossing his face as he contemplates his assumptions. "don't be dragging the confrontations out, these things are probably better off dead if they're not already.." he states directed mainly at the younger heroes in his presence "and if my tone of voice changes and i start acting weird stay away from me; spirit of industry isn't much for people, it'll cut loose on everything around it."

http://orokos.com/roll/ tends to be more stable than IC too.

1d20=7

I have a feeling Mr shoe that this man is of the none-coporeal variety, let us use our super combination to mitigate his ectoplasmic evadence! also history check. 1d20+4=13 close but that only counts in horseshoes.

"Let us hopings for the best and preparings for the inevitable." moon-moth chirps softly as he looks into the wormhole and the battlefleets beyond "baitings and swtichings, then returnings to aid in the battles on the side of grues to win allies against our common foe." he says astutely as he turns to return to the ship "should they follow through and find themselves engaged with the communions that is." he squeaks, desperate to make his suggestions seem less like underhanded manipulation and simple conjecture "i imagines it will help hunger escape rather more unscathed."

Yes please!

Black knight found himself in the midst of some very confusing and conflicting feelings, the ghost was jabbering at him in what he presumed to be some form of Icelandic, this meant it was intelligent or so pouring over the monster manual when it was his turn at dunlake's gamesclub would have him believe; It would likely be more powerful than the puppet corpses they'd pulped not long ago; it made him rather more weary of what tricks it might pull, considering there were two non-combatants behind him. <Better take this guy seriously, dug his way out of his afterlife for this showdown after all.> "Feigr, I would have words with thee." he says with stony resolve "On the subject of thy fruitless quest for vengeance upon those long since passed; as thyself should be."

Though it'd been quite a hectic few months for him, finding himself displaced into another dimension and elbow dropping a robot from a mountainside, Ulysses found himself somewhat more Centred than a few of the other heroes present at the moment, having taken up the ministries offer of employment in the vanguard he'd almost expected to be asked to deal with some incredulous catastrophe sooner rather than later so he'd been a little more ready for it than he'd otherwise have been; that is not to say he was not feeling a little jittery, a force that could threaten the entire planet, you'd have to be brave to the point of foolishness to not feel a little bit of trepidation when faced with that; Fear was not in and of itself evil, a tool favoured by the wicked perhaps but a form of insight in its own weird way that kept your wits sharp and your head attached to your shoulders as his days of barroom brawling in the 50's had taught him. "Sounds like we're here to guard the landing strip and ensure we can get our birds in the air, make sure these blighters can't bash them before they take off." he speaks up, both to share his understanding of the situation and clarify he had the jist of it. "Sorta like in Operation sea-lion, they want to get rid of the air force so they'll be able to rain bombs or lasers or whatever on us and send the infrantry in to mop up whats left...might also swing for some infrastructure as well....and If they're real draconian resort to terror tactics to kick us in the morale." he muses. "population centres and landmarks."

Happy holidays!

Black knight. Badly Soiled Icy Dead People Jade Nightmare Moon Moth >Tales of the praetorians: We are legion >Meaning In Destruction Ulysses >Earth Victoria: On Track >Reclaiming the land >Spirit of the blitz

Metamorphosized by HG Morrison seeing as sorus is making a praetorian doctor, i would like to remove healing power from moon-moths array (and fix the formatting...i hope.) and have Speed of thought as a feat instead. Would also like to spend my 6 of his unspent points on upping Myoths Array and the remaining to purchase a new Alternate power for it. Also added theme music because everyone else was doing it. Thanks!

gonna recover from fatigue because it doesn't work like i thought it did. Edit: Nevermind!

"Thou art also not a her." he says slightly tongue in cheek as he feels the cold begin to cut into him again "Erik settled in these lands and he was a viking, i imagine a great many people could draw there lineage to him from variouis degrees of directness, but id wager the warning is for one of you ladies in particular; though it matters not, we will protect you both unto our...well my last breath and phantasmo's final card." quite certain phantasmo didn't mind him speaking on his behalf this time he turns his attention back to the path of least resistance "Looks to be treacherous." he huffs taking a moment to catch his second wind for what he was sure was going to be a fight with an evil wizard..his first real super villain, the adrenalin and anxiety sharpening his wits and pumping might into his muscles. "let us make haste....and not bother with this winding icy way." he says as with another flick of his sword he opens another portal to the summit "my solid steel and iron plate giveth protection sound, but a hostage of fate i would become if i should slip and fall to ground." as he steps through and out onto the plateau.

Moonmoth's old curiosities stirred within him again as he remembered that not everyone was of such resilient form as himself..even though many of them were vastly tougher and stronger and one of his early faux pas, when he'd asked for permission to dissect someone in his eagerness to learn more about the physiological differences between his own race and others; he was certain he could still feel the welt where that the tentacle had struck him on the cheek with enough force to send him sailing away across the room. He gets out of his seat and follows after Sitara to the airlock. "I do not think I will be able to preform magic for a while; not till hunger has resettled her people." he adds as he steps out of the airlock and into the glassy planes and the warm healthy x-rays of the magnetar.