CHAPTER ONE: BROCELÏANDE
Sentinel sent his
platform construct racing down the black path! Rain soaked them and flames
roared on either side as they hurtled through the parted forest fire beneath
the night sky!
With Menagerie and Sentinel guiding him, Avatar’s wild, windy, rain soaked path led Vanguard toward the
Artifact of Power!
Vanguard approached a
clearing that appeared to have not been touched by flames. There were people there, standing in a
circle, outside an ancient stone circle.
This area had been doused by rain,
and rain fell here still as flames licked at the edges of the clearing.
Avatar knew there were over one
thousand known stone circles in England and Brittany alone, each dating back a
millennia. To the south of the stone
circle were the ruins of an ancient circular tower.
150 feet to the north of the stone
circle was a small stone chapel with a cemetery. The chapel’s architecture evoked Celtic,
Arthurian, Christian and Medieval traditions. It had burned and its flames had
been extinguished by Avatar’s storm.
Around the moss covered stone
circle, there were some people that Vanguard recognized:
Baron Samedi! The
vulgar voodoo houngan of hate!
Jack Lantern! The enigmatic
Halloween killer!
Le Fou! Jolly jester
of chaos!
The Fly! Agent of
decay and pestilence!
Dexter Sinister Jr! The court jester of crime, the living hallucinogen!
The Ghoul! A French cannibal Vanguard recognized from the news. His touch caused paralysis in his victims.
The Puppet! The malevolent marionette of mind control!
And there were several people that
Vanguard didn’t recognize. Three were with the others, surrounding the stone
circle:
Inside the stone circle was
another large figure Vanguard didn’t recognize. He was motionless within a dark
cloak.
And near the chapel graveyard to the north there were three more hooded figures, holding torches.
Both groups became aware of each
other simultaneously (no one had the element of surprise).
Lightning Strike arced high above,
unseen within the clouds, aware of Vanguard’s position.
At this range, Menagerie and
Sentinel could only tell that the energy of the Artifact of Power was somewhere
inside the stone circle.
[OOC: Top
of the map is North. 150 feet north of this map is the stone chapel with the
three hooded figures with torches.
The area pictured on the map
hadn’t been burned by the forest fire but has been, and continues to be, doused
by Avatar’s thunderstorm. Surrounded on
all sides by acres of flames. This seems to be the center of the inferno. Close
by, to the east and the west, are the raging inferno of the forest fire. To the
south is your approach, a path of extinguished forest fire.
Poor visibility from night, storm,
smoke, and steam will:
a) Triple
your ranged attack modifiers in combat.
So,
0"-30" is still no modifier.
But
attacks at 31" - 60" will be at -3
Attacks
at 61" - 120" will be at -6, etc., etc.
b) Halve all Detect Hiddens beyond 30". Heightened Senses may be able to avoid these
modifiers.]
Avatar’s powerful
aura bolstered the morale of Vanguard despite their being outnumbered nearly 2
to 1.
Symbiote thought
to himself, "Jeez, not these mumbo-jumbo magical
types again," as he mentally began the process of revving up Accelerator's
powers. "One of these days I'm
going to have to sit down with Menagerie and seriously work out what 'magic'
is. I'm still fully convinced it's just
science we don't understand, perverted by jackholes like these people. Or maybe I can question one of them about it
after they recover from their bruises."
With that, the Speeding
Superheroic Simulator rushed into action, running at top speed around the east
side of the map until he was behind Baron Samedi. Symbiote moved so fast that Samedi didn’t see
him. Then Hal palm struck the Shameful Shaman, transferring his velocity into
Samedi’s undead body.
ZOOM!!! Samedi
instantly hurtled away from Hal, going from 0 to 60 in one second. The
scarecrow undertaker crashed into the large hooded figure in the center of the
stone circle, KA-SLAM!!! Both fell
over.
Baron Samedi jerked
himself up and his eyes and lips were filled with reckless, manic mirth. The
houngan of horror laughed, “You tink you can hurt me, boy? Hahahaha!! I’m already
@#$%&* dead!!!”
Avatar commanded the
storm to worsen! [Costs 6 Power points]
The battle now took place within a
raging hurricane! Wind roared and rain fell sideways! Flaming trees buckled and
fell nearby! Wind-fed flames of the forest fire shot into the sky!
[OOC: a) Ranged
attack modifiers now become:
1"-
5” is -1 to hit
6” - 10”
is -2 to hit
11” -
15” is -3 to hit, etc., etc.
b) Halve
all Detect Hiddens beyond 5".
Quarter them beyond 10”.
Heroes
with Heightened Senses may be able to avoid these Detect modifiers.
c)
Verbal communication beyond 5” is now impossible.
d) All
movement is quartered.
Note: 1”
equals 5 feet, or the length of one of your character markers on the map]
Avatar closed with the
villains to better see them in the storm, and then wielded hurricane-force
winds along the line occupied by Dexter Sinister and the Puppet! The eternal
warrior of countless battles judged their powers to be the ones most apt to cause
a dangerous division within Vanguard, and so they had to fall!
[Costs 4 Power Points per blast,
plus 2 for a double attack!]
VWOOOOSHHHHH!!!! A gale blast
battered the two villains, catching them both unaware, and knocked them into a
nearby stone. KRAK! Both were hurt but awake.
Lightning Strike arced
unseen among the cloud cover as sentient electricity. He willed himself to
increase the static charge in the storm and then fire a powerful lightning bolt
(that carried himself down with it) into the center of the circle, targeting
the hooded enigma! [Cost 4 Power Points]
KRAKA-THOOM!!!!
The lightning bolt struck the
large, shrouded man, electrocuting him!
His deep voice cried out in pain, “YEEARGH!”
as he writhed on the ground, and was still. Everyone near the circle was
knocked back by the force of the concussive detonation! A few of the villains were becoming alarmed
by Vanguard’s onslaught. Some laughed, perhaps nervously.
Strike rematerialized
in the circle, and scanned it for something that might be this quest’s artifact
of power, but did not find it.
Menagerie stared in
rage at the villains around the circle. They had set fire to the woods for
their own nefarious purposes. He tried to mentally contact Archimedes, his
spirit guide and mentor, through the mystic link they shared, but could
not. Perhaps there were magical
properties at work here that Menagerie did not yet understand.
Then Menagerie spotted The Puppet!
He didn't know how it had been reassembled but he also didn't care. The Puppet
had mind controlled his friend, Pachyderm. Menagerie lost control of his rage! He
felt the animal within him rise up and take over. The Puppet was having its
strings cut!
Menagerie mindspoke to the rest of
Vanguard. His mind’s voice was different. More savage. More ferocious. It
snarled, "Sentinel and Symbiote, please focus on getting the artifact. We
need to wage a two front battle. You two on retrieving the artifact. The rest
of Vanguard with me, for I must issue holy vengeance upon these nefarious
ne'er-do-wells!"
"KEEEYYUURRR!!!" Menagerie cried in
the form of Eagle as he flew valiantly through the squall at The Puppet! His
talons reached for the wooden head as he prepared to slash the mind-controlling
marionette!
[OOC: Menagerie makes a special knock-out
attack on the Puppet's head. He would use a Luck Point. But the Puppet’s Body
Power (Made of Wood) has a sub-power: Can’t be knocked out! The Luck Point is
not spent.]
Menagerie’s talons of
Eagle ruthlessly raked the face of the malevolent marionette, leaving diagonal
gouges across his sinister wooden visage! The attack would have severed a man’s
limb! The Puppet was badly damaged but
still “alive” and moving.
The Puppet was an
eerie living marionette, 30” tall and imbued with foul, unholy sorcery!
“Pretty birdie,” he cooed above
the howling winds. He marveled at Menagerie and held his hands out as if
manipulating unseen puppet strings. “Yes, my pet,” it crooned tenderly. “Yes.
You are MY puppet now! AH HAHAHA HAHA HAAAA!”
Menagerie felt the
evil will of the bizarre, unnatural creature in his mind! And repelled it!
[Willpower defense use costs 1
Power Point]
“What??!” cried the Puppet in a
tantrum that passed in seconds. “Very well, little birdie. I’ll just have to
find myself another puppet to tear your little
WINGS OFF!” he barked with vicious glee. “HAHAHA HAHA HAHAHA!”
KRAKOOM! Lightning illuminated his
scarred, leering face as thunder roared and wind howled!
The Fly flew
through the gale toward Menagerie on his giant insect wings. Menagerie sensed
he was an enemy of the Natural Order, an agent of Decay, Pestilence and
Disease. His grotesque mockery of a voice was the buzzing of thousands of
insect wings. “Human… You are too late… Your queen is dead… Cthulhu comes… to
destroy the world of men.”
Menagerie knew
that the Fly could form clouds of insects, but this hurricane wind would make it
impossible. Unfortunately, the Fly had another dread power. He held out a black,
shiny gloved hand at Menagerie and sickly green mystical energy emanated,
enveloping Menagerie for a moment before dissipating!
The shapeshifting shaman suddenly felt weakness take hold.
He shuddered like he was in the grip of dire illness, losing strength and
vitality by the second! [Menagerie is now Fatigued as per the rules: movement,
stats, damage inflicted, and carry capacity are all halved]
Baron Samedi
suddenly jerked his body straight up in an unnatural yank. He eyed Vanguard. “I remember you @#$%&*
boys. Got some-tin for ya! Ha hah! That’s right! Some-tin special wit you name
onnit! Ha!”
The Cajun cadaver creature ran off toward the hooded trio at
the small stone church, laughing maniacally.
Sentinel quickly
surveyed the situation from their unique vantage point. Vanguard was badly outnumbered. The series of missions had taken its toll on
his team and especially on himself already, although he would be sure he didn’t
let it show in the confrontation.
Kirk took notice of the two
juxtaposed circles beneath them as well as the nearby chapel and figures. Could this possibly be…? Had they found the
legendary…? BROCELÏANDE? And were the legends
of who was buried there true?
His mind merged those two circles
and it seemed the positioning of the stones and bushes become a complete circle
except for the left side where the unknown female figure with the scarlet hair
stood. Even the stone almost seemed like
an open door near her matching the open area next to the bush of the circle
closer to them. The circles were architectural echoes of each other no doubt,
but Sentinel [and his Occult Studies skill] was unsure whether they were linked
magically.
Kirk came to some
conclusions. This was a summoning. The fire was either an effect of the power
being contained or a sacrifice enabling the summoning/containment. And given that remnants of the Crimson Coven
were performing the ceremony and the legends of the area, he thought there was
a good chance that the mysterious hooded figure was not their ally nor there
willingly.
Kirk flew directly into the circle
from the best approach possible. He landed and withdrew the energy platform
into his personal shields, to best defend himself, and to give his teammates
freedom of motion. [Also Evades]
Kirk addressed the hooded figure who
lay motionless upon the ground, thunderstruck. “Those are our enemies. We have no quarrel with you. We know an artifact is here. We need to
safeguard it against being misused. We
need it to prevent the coming of Cthulhu and the destruction of earth.”
Le Fou laughed
viciously over the raging storm. “Nothing can stop his coming now! Cthulhu
brings his gift of death and madness to all humans! Rejoice my brothers, O servants of Cthulhu! Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn!"
All the villains around the circle joined in the eerie chant. Then they leapt at Vanguard! They had been waiting for the heroes to enter the circle! The battle was joined!
All the villains around the circle joined in the eerie chant. Then they leapt at Vanguard! They had been waiting for the heroes to enter the circle! The battle was joined!
Le Fou
cartwheeled at Avatar, jumped up, tumbled in mid air and kicked Avatar in the
face! CHOK!!
[9 points of damage. Avatar rolls with 3 and takes 6 off hit
points] The champion of fate had attempted
to dodge the attack but Le Fou seemed to know where Avatar was headed before he
went there!
Big Bad, the
seven foot tall wolfman, broke loose upon Lightning Strike, bounding on all
fours and then leapt up, savagely slashing him with ferocious claws as he
barked, yipped and howled in joyful bloodlust beneath the hurricane’s raw fury! [14 points of damage! Rolls with 6 and takes
8 from hit points.]
Slingshot tried to
understand what Vanguard had stumbled across. His occult knowledge told him
that there were over 1000 stone circles in the United Kingdom and Northern
France, the most famous being Stonehenge. They were not known for summoning.
They were astronomically significant, used to chart the stars, or to cast
shadows in sunlight. Slingshot didn’t
think this was a summoning. So why would
a group of occult supervillains surround the mysterious hooded figure?
The malleable man of might didn’t
want to attack the hooded figure. Not yet anyway. He grabbed Big Bad by the
nape of his neck and hurled him at the Fly! SMASH!!! Both were hurt and scrambling in the mud and the rain and
the wind. The Fly’s containment suit was bleeding buzzing winged insects that
were being carried away on the gale as they seemed to say, “Al Azif, Al Azif, Al Azif.”
Inferna, the
burning woman, sought out Slingshot, like she knew what she was doing. The rain
crackled on her burning flesh as a plague of locusts on a bug zapper. “You are
a heretic,” she roared in a voice like a blast furnace. “You are unworthy to be
a minion of Nyarlhotep (praise his ignoble name). For your treason, you must
BURN!” The fire demon blasted flames from her hands, engulfing Slingshot! [10 points of damage. Due to your
Vulnerability, it’s doubled and cannot be rolled with. Your Invulnerability and
Regeneration don’t work on this damage type. So, 20 to hit points. You just barely remain conscious! (Rolled a
23%!) You are not on fire.]
Jack Lantern
pounced at Clone and a glittering blade suddenly appeared in his right hand.
The Halloween Killer and Alexi tumbled to the muddy ground and wrestling in
that close, intimate proximity, where they could hear each other’s breath, Jack
Lantern stabbed Clone repeatedly with his silver knife. “There, there. Don’t
struggle. It’ll all be over soon.” [11
points! Clone rolls with 6 and takes 5 from hit points]
Clone was
underneath Jack Lantern. Gripping his staff tightly,
the Duplicating Dynamo started creating doppelgangers, pushing Lantern off of
him. Within moments a brigade of simulacra surrounded Lantern in the dark and
rainy field. The horde of duplicates brought their full fury against the
Halloween Killer! KRAK! CHOK! TOK! [5
out of 6 Clones hit!]
Jack Lantern was beaten into
unconsciousness! Just before he passed
out, his body language changed, and so did his voice and he cried out, “Wait!
What happened?! Where am I? WAIT! No don’t!” and then he was silent.
Dexter Sinister, Jr.,
the degenerate druglord of decadence, touched a Clone and laughed. Like his dead (and previously undead) father,
this bastard son was also a living drug whose skin exuded powerful psychotropic
hallucinogens, resulting in the victim experiencing his worst nightmare made
real. Sinister Jr. had a twisted harem
of junkie prostitutes in Big City, all of them addicted to him.
He touched Clone and something different happened. Sinister Jr.’s power to change brain function
and alter perception and consciousness reacted with Clone’s fragmented
personality, and his latent (and previously active) telepathic powers,
resulting in something unexpected: This
one Clone’s empathic telepathy, which was linked to every other Clone, suddenly
woke up. This one Clone instantly knew everything that the other Clones knew
and felt. Including the Clone in Russia.
He suddenly knew Doctor X was Clone’s father. It was Clone’s worst nightmare
made real. The link ended as quickly as it began. But the memories and
knowledge remained.
[This Clone has complete knowledge of everything that
happened in Russia, up through Issue 197]
Scarlet Fever,
the crimson haired woman, was a blood mage. Before coming here she made several
blood sacrifices whose details are too gruesome to tell. She was now filled
with magick power. Menagerie could detect it, even in his bestial state of
mind.
She confidently approached Sentinel and cast a magical spell
on his energy shields that would teleport them to the moon. ZZRAM!!! She only got part of them. [Lose
33 points from shields.]
The Ghoul, the grisly
French cannibal whose touch could instantly paralyze a victim, put his hand
inside the newly formed hole in Sentinel’s shields and missed entirely, only because Sentinel was evading this turn!
Far off, by the stone church, there was some commotion with Baron Samedi and the three black robed,
torch bearing cultists. But the storm’s
power made it impossible to see from here.
Samedi’s mad malevolent mirth cackled on the wind.
Symbiote hurtled
around the stone circle, gaining speed with every lap. He caromed around
Avatar, stopped on a dime and palm struck Le Fou, transferring all of his newly
stored velocity at a touch, sending the Jester of Chaos into another stone
pillar, hard! WHAM!!! Le Fou slid off
the rock slowly, revealing newly formed cracks in the stone. Le Fou was barely
conscious, but he never stopped smiling.
Sentinel stood
over the motionless form of the hooded figure. He repeated: “We know an artifact is here. We need to safeguard it. We need it to prevent the coming of Cthulhu
and the destruction of earth.”
A deep voice rumbled from beneath
the black cloak. “Then take it!” The cloak opened in the middle, revealing a
large cold steel sword. The inferno that surrounded them reflected clearly in
its blade. Sentinel knew this was an Artifact of Power. Lightning Strike was
close by.
Lightning Strike and Sentinel saw that
his body had been gravely wounded. Perhaps in a battle with these servants of
Cthulhu. His greenish skin was still glowing with electricity from the
Lightning Strike’s attack. And that electricity was somehow healing him!?! Sentinel
said, “…Are you the being of legend once known as Merlin?”
“No…,” the voice rumbled, “Men…
call me… Dr. Monster.”
Sentinel
recognized the name. Vanguard’s superhero historian knew that Dr. Monster was a
mysterious superhero, one of two surviving members of AEGIS, the European
superteam that was murdered by their former member, the Primate. Oracle was the
other survivor.
The cloak continued opening,
revealing the face that had been hidden from the public.
Lightning Strike and Sentinel
couldn’t help but be repulsed. [Dr.
Monster has the Weakness, Prejudice x 2]
Sentinel recognized this face. In
the journal of Dr. Swastika, that Vanguard had recovered days ago behind the
iron curtain in the lost lab of Dr. Swastika, there was a beautiful, lyrical
illustration of this visage, penned in Swastika’s own talented hand.
He was one of Swastika’s early
experiments in the area of prolonged life by scientific, and sorcerous, means. Dawning
realization hit Sentinel. A Frankenstein’s monster! Perhaps the original, given
the date and region of Swastika’s birth!
Dr. Swastika was the creator, the “father,” of this 150+ year old creature
called Dr. Monster!
[OOC: Actions everyone!]
Current Conditions:
Avatar: Hit Points: 21, Power Points: 33, Manifestation:
Hephaestus, Zeus
Clone: Hit Points: 1/6/6, Bodies: 6/1/1, Hit Point Pool: 23,
Power Points: 61/67/67 (Stats: France/Russia/Vault)
Lightning Strike: Hit Points: 33, Power Points: 60
Menagerie: Hit Points: 26, Power Points: 62, Form: Eagle,
Status: Fatigued
Sentinel: Hit Points: 7, Power Points: 58, Creation Points:
116, Shields: 66, Evasion: -5
Slingshot: Hit Points: 59, Power Points: 90,
Invulnerability: 8, Fire damage that can’t be regenerated: 20
Symbiote: Hit Points: 28, Power Points: 76, Charges: 13,
Activated: Accelerator
CHAPTER TWO: VANGUARD VAULT
Sgt. Stone noisily
blew his nose into a handkerchief. “Love
stories… always get me,” he muttered.
Elsewhere in The Vault, Clone’s “Insurance Policy” sat quietly
in the closet of his room waiting patiently for the return of his duplicates.
As the minutes turned into hours, Clone began to get bored and frustrated
sitting in the dark closet. Reaching into his shirt pocket he pulled out his
personal cell phone and began to quietly think to himself. “I really need to
call Rachael.” he thought. The darkness rid the sadness in his eyes as he
continued, “I need to put things right with her. I have so many things I need
to say to her, but all of that will have to wait . . . for another awesome
round of Candy Crush!” The screen on Clone’s cell phone suddenly burst into a
rainbow of color as the legendary superhero continued his quest for gaming
greatness!
Meanwhile, in the Special Projects
Room: Slate wanted to communicate
with Nemesis first to ensure it would be safe for Nanite and himself to enter
the digital zone:
To: the Entity
From: the Digital Child
Subject: Destruction of Earth
Our Dimension is currently under attack. Entity Cthulhu seeking to destroy life in this Dimension, beginning with Earth.
Nanite and I seek protection in the Digital Zone. Are we welcome? We do not wish assimilation, only protection. Can you assist?
He transmitted the message and received no reply.
Slate shared what he overheard regarding the "Contingency," with Doc Rocket and Sgt. Stone. He's not sure if he'll see his father again, so he wanted to make sure Vanguard got the message that something is going on.
Doc said, “Thank you, my boy. It was good for you to tell us.”
Sarge muttered, “I’m surprised it took ’em this long.”
After much time, Slate and his friends had successfully built a new portal to the Digital Zone! It was a gigantic machine surrounding a large doorframe. When active, the doorway would open into the Digital Zone. [kinda like this image. :) ]
To: the Entity
From: the Digital Child
Subject: Destruction of Earth
Our Dimension is currently under attack. Entity Cthulhu seeking to destroy life in this Dimension, beginning with Earth.
Nanite and I seek protection in the Digital Zone. Are we welcome? We do not wish assimilation, only protection. Can you assist?
He transmitted the message and received no reply.
Slate shared what he overheard regarding the "Contingency," with Doc Rocket and Sgt. Stone. He's not sure if he'll see his father again, so he wanted to make sure Vanguard got the message that something is going on.
Sarge muttered, “I’m surprised it took ’em this long.”
After much time, Slate and his friends had successfully built a new portal to the Digital Zone! It was a gigantic machine surrounding a large doorframe. When active, the doorway would open into the Digital Zone. [kinda like this image. :) ]
Doc Rocket said, “Well done, my boy. All that is needed now is a power source.”
Shelley said, “The Vault’s on emergency generators. The city is blacked out. We need power to burn.”
Slate looked to Doc Rocket and Shelly. "Is there any way we can route the electricity from the lightning rods on the building to the portal? I know in a normal storm these kinds of buildings can be hit multiple, if not hundreds of times. If we can tap into that, we should have all the power we could need."
Doc said, “Brilliant.”
Shelley hugged Slate and the team got to work.
Soon they had harnessed the power of the World Storm via lightning rods atop the Empire State Building to yield enough power to pierce the fabric of reality itself!
When all was ready, Slate threw the switch!
KRAKOOM!!!
SHAKRROOM!!!
With each successive lightning strike, their power levels
were building, fueling the Digital Gate!
KRAKABOOM!!!!
The doorway of the gate flickered!
RUMMMMMBL-SHAKOW!!!!
“Almost!” said Doc.
BABOOOOM!!!
The doorway flickered again, illuminating the Special Projects Room.
KRAKA-THOOMM!!!!
With a loud crackle, the gateway into the Digital Zone activated, revealing that alternate universe on the other side!
VMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
That universe was black with billions of glowing chrysalis gossamers that formed shapes, landscapes, cities of data. (Imagine Tron, the Matrix, Neuromancer, etc)
The gossamers connected to billions of diadem screens, like stars, windows into our world.
Slate and Nanite took each other’s hands on the brink of that precipice, and jumped!
KRAKABOOM!!!!
The doorway of the gate flickered!
RUMMMMMBL-SHAKOW!!!!
“Almost!” said Doc.
BABOOOOM!!!
The doorway flickered again, illuminating the Special Projects Room.
KRAKA-THOOMM!!!!
With a loud crackle, the gateway into the Digital Zone activated, revealing that alternate universe on the other side!
VMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
That universe was black with billions of glowing chrysalis gossamers that formed shapes, landscapes, cities of data. (Imagine Tron, the Matrix, Neuromancer, etc)
The gossamers connected to billions of diadem screens, like stars, windows into our world.
Slate and Nanite took each other’s hands on the brink of that precipice, and jumped!
Nanite and Slate
became digitized, rendered in green linear data, and felt as if he was coming
home. He felt a sense of completion.
(OOC: Slate has a new character sheet in this plane of existence.
Your Intelligence score is now your Agility score as well.
Your Charisma score is now your Strength and Endurance scores as well.
Your Hit Points are now equal to your Charisma Score.
Your Power Points equal (Chax2) + (Intx2) and they are currently full.)
Suddenly a great
face of green data formed itself in the sky.
It was the amalgam entity of Nemesis and IT. Father and son, joined as one.
The gigantic visage silently
looked down upon Nanite and Slate and…
To be continued!
OOC: Actions please? Thanks!
Slate: Hit Points: 13, Power
Points: 62
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Clone, please see
separate, private email to follow. :)
Thanks!
Best,
Jeff
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Avatar:
Avatar trusted Symbiote to fight
Le Fou while he concentrated elsewhere.
Respecting the malleable might of
Slingshot but also knowing his weakness, Avatar thought that aid sent that way
might help most at this point. He
targets Inferna, attempting to call lightning from the storm to strike her.
OOC: This assumes that Avatar can see what is
happening with Slingshot. Also, if the
lightning attack is permissible, is there any chance that it could catch her
unaware and she be unable to roll with it since this isn't an attack that I've
ever used before on anyone and it's coming out of the blue, anyway?
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Slingshot:
OOC:
OOoooooOOOoooOOOoo Private emails!
some of us are sooooooo lucky!
Alright - Scott is getting
seriously tired about all these firetypes knowing his weakness. Now that I know
this circle isn't for summoning and the central figure should be an ally... I'm
going all out on inferna. I pickup a pillar and call me Bam Bam!
here's an inspiration:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOWR0CfMUZE
Alternatively, another favorite of
mine : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2fVdNBGTTo
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Menagerie:
OOC: Wow, that was a great issue
and that hurt too.
Shouldn't Menagerie's Power Points
be 0 since he is fatigued.
Thanks
Tom
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GM:
OOC:
Thanks guys.
Slingshot: That's my favorite
scene in the Avengers. And Bamm Bamm is a pretty unique character idea. A superstrong baby. Hmmmm.
Avatar: Yes. You can change the weather type from
hurricane to thunderstorm with movement (and Power Points), and then attack
with lightning.
Yes, unless Inferna makes a
"detect danger" save, this would be a surprise attack. That's what happened last round with your
hurricane force winds. It's how you
managed that double "to hit" roll, and how you hurt them so
badly. :)
Menagerie: The effect of the Fly's insidious sickness
power is that you feel and act as if Fatigued, but you still have your Power
Points. It's not Devitalization Ray. Thanks.
Best,
Jeff
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Avatar:
OOC: Thanks, Jeff, that's kinda what I wondered.
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Slate:
IC: Slate and Nanite floated
across the digital landscape. Slate's
body began to change, morphing into a smaller likeness of IT/Nemesis a
disembodied head, maintaining his own face.
Slate felt no fear, or concern, the agitation he had felt in the Vault
left almost instantly, replaced by the warm assurance that he was
"home". A kind of lethargy
came over him, as they moved seemingly with increasing speed, though it was
hard to judge that here.
He looked around at Nanite to
verify she was OK, she seemed concerned. "It's going to be alright
Mother", he thought to her. He
turned to see the portal becoming smaller and smaller behind them. There was something he had forgotten to tell
them, but what was it, and who were they?
That was the dream, this was reality, but why could he never remember
his dreams?
He felt something like a splinter
in his mind. Something small, but there.
He couldn't quite grasp what it was that he needed to remember.
Memories flooded his mind,
IT/Nemesis visiting his dreams, They/We said this would happen, that he would
return, something would happen, something would change... it was almost there,
but he couldn't grab it, couldn't capture the thought, as it danced away on
gossamer wings data moving through the digital dimension at almost the speed of
light itself.
Slate turned to face his
Grandfather/Uncle,
Jon
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Sentinel:
“No…,” the voice rumbled, “Men…
call me… Dr. Monster.”
Upon recognition of the name
Kirk’s grimace turned to a smile and he said, “I know you. Oracle spoke highly
of you. You’re one of us and we’re not
leaving you behind,"and Kirk offered an arm to help him to his feet. As he did so Kirk’s energies flowed beneath
him and they began to rise into the air (and hopefully out of the range of some
of the attacks)
To Doctor Monster, “Anything we
need to know that would help us here? Any idea what they were doing or who the
other hooded figures are that Samedi ran over to join? Can the sword help us here against them?”
“Menagerie, we need to be out of
here now,” Kirk communicated to him.
“I’m thinking if our exit is a
bit on high perhaps we’ll have less objection”
(don’t know if the gate can be placed above their area so as to
hopefully keep less of their foes from stopping their exit). (If Kirk has to move to get within earshot of
Menagerie so be it, but they have to leave together and with the sword asap).
If communication cannot be
established in this area with Archimedes for their exit then Kirk would try to
get the team to depart along the path they watered down coming in until they
get out of range of whatever is blocking the contact. If we can separate ourselves from our foes
together and we need additional speed perhaps Symbiote/Accelerator could add
momentum to Kirk’s platform/sphere to propel the team away faster.
Kirk’s goal would be to secure his
teammates and move out. Perhaps some of
the others could aid in gathering together teammates that can’t help themselves
at this point (Slingshot can encircle like Kirk’s energies).
For actions, if appropriate
perhaps Kirk could reform his shields to full if needed. He wouldn’t be looking to attack a foe unless
it meant assisting in helping the team to leave with the artifact and Dr
Monster. We need to leave together while
we can.
Jeff – feel free to intersperse
dialogue and/or actions as it works within things yet to happen and rules. If we can make it out of here with together
with the sword and Dr Monster given the odds we score a major coup.
Seth
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Menagerie:
Menagerie will contact Archimedes
telling him we are ready to go. He will fly up with Sentinel as he maintains
his eagle form. Menagerie will evade as he moves to join Dr Monster and Sentinel.
Regards
Tom
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Symbiote:
IC: "Time for another bank shot," Hal thinks to himself. He then runs to the Northeast, circles back and comes up behind Big Bad. "You're about to get fleas, dog. Or flies." And with that, he palm strikes the Hirsuit Horror and transfers his energy into the direction of The Fly.
OOC: If I'm reading the map right, they should both hopefully go flying into the pillar that is at roughly 4 o'clock. Hal hopes that this will both damage Big Bad and critically damage the Fly's containment suit and the insects within that make up his "body." Finally, The Fly will (hopefully) be swatted.
If Hal gets a second action again he'll try to kiss shot Le Fou into Dexter. Hopefully they go down but even if Le Fou doesn't, maybe he'll get some of Dexter's hallucinogen effect. "Have some of what' HE'S smoking, shorty."
Viva Vanguard,
Greg
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Menagerie:
Menagerie
shook his head. He had allowed his rage to be cause unawares by The Fly. He
wanted to finish off the Puppet but now he was too fatigued. “Next time”
he muttered to himself as he took to the sky. He evaded as he flew to Sentinel
and … Dr Monster!
“Archimedes,
we have the artifact and …. a friend. Open the portal so we can get out of
here.”
Menagerie
called upon his vast willpower to try to fight off the fatigue. The fight was
far from over and he had to be ready for what happened next. This time he would
face it with a clear mind and would not allow himself to be caught from behind
again.
Great
Issue!
Tom
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Clone, France:
The influx of knowledge and memory
shocked the very sense of reality Clone had come to know. Was this real or was
it just an elaborate illusion created by Sinister Jr.? Although they didn’t see
the vision that he had, Clone’s duplicates felt the strong emotional impact of
Clone’s shock and dismay.
Before he had the chance to fully
appreciate what he had done, Sinister Jr. found himself on the business-end of
an all out assault by the Clone Collective!
(OOC: The Clone’s are going to
beat the living hell out of Sinister Jr. lol )
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