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Re: Magistracy:Origins 1 Jerry Silver High above Los Angeles, a zeppelin cruised toward the center of the town. War had not broken out yet, but German Intelligence was in operation in the neutral United States. America supported their British cousins in all but manpower. The point of the project was to gather enough information that Roosevelt would be forced to sit things out no matter how much he had signed a lend lease deal to stave off the inevitable victory for the Third Reich. Captain Arnold Schwartz looked out the windows of the crew compartment hanging under the balloon and almost growled. He had been assigned the task of stealing models of new planes America was thinking of using in the future. Everything had gone well except for one complication. And that complication soared in the air behind him, using steam to power some jet pack that looked cobbled together out of fans and clockwork gears. Johnny Gold smiled as he aimed for the door of the carriage. Agents of the Reich hated the professional adventurer for constant interference in their plans. He crashed against the thin door, sweeping it open to step inside the conveyance. Schwartz drew his weapon. He pulled the barrel up to line up with his enemy as the crew reached for whatever fell to hand. This was the last time Gold would meddle with the S.S. His finger tightened on the trigger. The American opened his mouth. Steam filled the room in a heated jet, creating a fog where everything rested in a shroud. The Captain fired into the exhalation. He couldn't see at what he was aiming, but he didn't want Gold to get too close with that hot breath of his. Men had lost their skin when caught in his steam power. Gold released the pack from his shoulders. The solid clunk against the floor attracted attention but he was already heading forward. Let the sailors mess with his pack while he dealt with their captain. Whining bullets made him dive to one side. Bullets flying around inside a vehicle loaded with flammable gas was a bad recipe. He had to stop that quick. Gold charged forward, summoning his breath power again. One good blast should do it. He had been feeling winded the last year or so. He thought something was wrong inside, but couldn't stop helping save the world. Schwartz spotted the adventurer clearing the now cool cloud of mist. He leveled his pistol at the tan double breasted jacket. One bullet should put an end to this. They would dump the body over the Pacific. Johnny Gold released the steam built up in his lungs. The cloud struck the officer like a furnace. The pistol went up and discharged. The bullet punctured the roof of the cab, then the bag beyond. The hot metal slug ignited the gas in a firestorm over the city. The explosion rocked Los Angeles, but those who hadn't seen it at the time put it down to a small tremor. Jerome Silver was one of those. He had diagrams and drawings of tubes he hoped to put in radios or the new thing called television. The building shook under him, but that meant nothing as long as it didn't fall down around him. Jerry had to figure out how to manufacture smaller tubes with better carrying properties in three days. He didn't think he could do it. He picked up one of his failures and turned it around in his hand, examining it with his eyes. What had gone wrong? A crackling from his phone made Jerry look at the instrument. He picked up the receiver, wondering what was going on. A bolt of electricity picked him up and slung him across the room. He crashed against a work desk and went out like a light. Jerry woke up in the hospital. Bandages wrapped his hand where he had been holding the phone. He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. He glanced in the mirror and stopped. He ran his unburned hand through his hair. Jerry's hair had been a raven black. Now it was a gray, like an old man's, like the silver that was his name. He stared at it, forgetting about why he had entered the bathroom. What had happened to him? Jerry held up a hand. Lightning raced around the fingertips as he watched. He decided that he needed to sit down. Silver made his way back to his bed. Lightning touched the rails that were supposed to keep patients from rolling off of the mattress to the floor. He took a breath and the yellow streaks died. What should he do? Being able to summon electricity was beyond him. Maybe there was an expert that could help him. Everyone know that Johnny Gold knew scads of things about stuff like this. Maybe he should try to get in touch with the man. Jerry nodded to himself. If Gold couldn't help, he would know someone who could. His reputation as an expert circled the world. Jerry stood up and started looking for his clothes. He couldn't see someone in a backless gown and be taken seriously.

Re: What happens whena ctuloid monster swallows an elder star? It should eat the dragon's guts up which might cause it to be even more violent, perhaps driving it out in the world before it ulcerates to death. CES

Re: Need a reasonably well known charcter idea You could try Dexter, or Johnny Test. Johnny isn't too smart but he does know how to work his sisters' inventions to help himself. CES

Re: Animated Jackie Chan HERO I think you could do most of the characters 350 maybe. The talismans would probably be a sixty point power apiece. Jade seems to be a DNPC with both luck and unluck. At least 50% percent of the adventures are her getting into trouble and needing to be bailed out. CES

Re: Teen Guardians Thurs the fourth The growl emitted by the other sailors seemed to echo the speech. "CHOTTO MATTE!", Nariko shouts while quickly going pale. "You don't even *know* us and what did we ever to *you*?" ::: Great...I'm probably *dead* now! :::, she thinks morosely to herself while *trying* not to look completely terrified. "Hold on a minute," Mr. Four raised his hands. "We are just looking for a town to look around until we have to go home." Nariko could sense that he had an energy building around his hands, unseen but humming slightly. She nodded quickly, trying to buy time for him. "He's right! We weren't even planning to come her in the *first* place!" "We're here to hunt the great sails." The surly spokesman lowered his sword slightly. 'We won't be going back to port for some time." "Great sails?", she asked, puzzled. "The beasts that bore through the sand." The sailor let his sword point at the deck. The other sailors lowered their weapons slightly. "Their innards are valuable for ships, food, armor. One of those will let us live the life of gentlemen." "They must be difficult to hunt because of their size...", Nariko commented, feeling a bit more at ease. "More difficult because they can sink into the sand beyond our harpoons." The sailor put his sword away, but did not offer a hand. "What know you of Sailing?" She felt even more at ease when called on to talk about herself. "Well, nothing per se, but I know how to navigate and I'm handy at fixing things. I *also* know a lot about metalworking, but I guess you really don't have much metal on this planet, do you? "I can also fire one of your harpoons, probably." "What's metal?" The sailor seemed puzzled. "I'll show you." Very slowly, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a 10-yen coin, holding it so that the crew can see it. "This is a metal that we call brass..." "We don't have anything like that here." The sailor put his sword, away holding out his hand for the coin. She handed it to him carefully while continuing to explain. "Metal is dug up from deep within the earth, purified and cast into shapes. It would make better weapons than glass since it's less brittle and also heavier. It can be sharpened to a keen edge too." "We don't have anything like that here." The sailor looked the coin over before handing it back. "The sand covers anything like a solid earth except where the ports have settled. Even there, dig into the ground and you won't find anything like this." She nodded. "Most metals don't come out of the ground looking like this. For example, one common metal called aluminum comes from a white, powdery stone called alumina. Copper comes from a pretty blue stone called azurite. I don't know much about the subject, but I'm sure that you have things here that contain metal." "We don't have anything like that." The sailor turned, spreading his arms. "Sand is mostly what we have here. Sand and what little sticks out of it. Most everything we make is made of this base material, and what we can get from hunting." She nodded, looking at Four-san for a moment to see if he wanted to add anything. "Stay or go?" was all he said. He watched the crew going about their job of sailing on the high sand. "I don't know...they seem rather busy...", she answered tentatively. "I'm only your bodyguard." Four looked around. "You're safe until they actually stab one of those monsters. Then the real work will start." "I'm not sure if there's much else out here, but I'm also not sure if they'd *want* us to stay...", she said to him quietly. "They said there was a port." Four watched one of the spouts throw sand in the air. "Let's see if we can go there and get some of the local cuisine if it isn't too poisonous." She nodded. "Um...excuse me, but in what direction is the nearest port from here?", Nariko asked the man that she'd given the coin to. "It's hundreds of sails that way." He pointed across the sand to the left. She bowed politely to him. "Thank you very much for your assistance." "Be careful of the Port's guards." The sailor waved harpooners into place on the bow. "They will want to examine whatever you carry to assess their taxes." "Thank you for the warning, sir." "You're welcome." The sailor waved them off. "If you're going, this is the time for you to go. We're about to work now." "Good luck...", she said and then turned to her bodyguard to leave with him. Mr. Four gathered her up in a round bubble and headed into the sky. He didn't look back as he headed in the indicated direction. "What do you think that they actually use for currency here?", Nariko asked. "I dont know." Four kept the bubble steady as they cruised along. "Certainly not gold, or anything else we consider precious. Maybe something that has to do with those animals. That's why the whalers on our Earth went to sea." She sighed. "It makes me wonder how we're going to actually pay this tax that he was talking about..." "I'm not worried about that." Four frowned. "We don't have anything we can use. We'll have to look at it and see what will happen." Nodding, Nariko settled in for the trip. Hours passed until a tall spire of rock appeared in the distance. As they closed on it, they could see windows carved in the face of the mountain. Rock reach out like fingers to form weird piers on the sand. It was an island in a strange sea. Nariko peered at it, fascinated. "How do you think that formed originally?" "Volcano?" Four dipped toward the sand. "I'm going to bring us in low if I can. That way we won't attract attention." She nodded again, taking in the exotic scenery. Four dipped down until the bubble skimmed the sand, then he sank it under the loose yellowness. He kept going until they both saw a rock face extending down to block them. He headed up to drop on the pier, surrounded by sailors leaving and landing. Sat the Sixth Patty ignored the bus, that wasn't her problem, not right now; as she roared through the city, two boxes of donuts at a convenience store disappeared and were replaced by three dollar bills in payment; a moment later, the empty boxes were disposed of properly in a dumpster as Patty frantically attempted to replace the energy she was burning in this city-wide search. The rad detector beeped steadily as she moved past, the largest spikes were in two locations. One was at the Nu-tech building and the other was at an all girls private school. Which place did she want to search more carefully first? Pusher made another detector and got out the Pusher Mobile in the hopes of crisscrossing Tachyon's path. He couldn't drive as fast as she could run, but he could still do a search to help out. After driving and avoiding a few police officers that did want to slow down speeding drivers. Pusher noticed the same locations however there seemed to be some sort of problem with main roads as they where being blocked off by police officers and it was a route that Patty could have taken. She hit her brakes and pulled the cell phone from her top; she hit speed dial for Pusher and in rapidfire speech, she said, "Ifoundtwoplaces..." The speedster forced herself to slow down. "I found two places," she said again, "where his signature is strong, there's a girl's school on Eischer, St Maries, that the rads are strong and then at NuTech, and I'm going to go race through NuTech and see what I can find, you tackle StMariesifyouwould..." "Nu Tech was where he worked." Pusher thought about it. "I wonder if the St Marie's is missing a bunch of girls, or cats." Pusher sank through the floor board of his car and headed for the school, using his ability to fly through molecules to look around and avoid security. He had a feeling Tachyon was getting into trouble without him. The Nu-Tech building glittered with a clean corporate air. Meaning very likely, clean on the outside dirty on the inside with military hardware being created day by day along side several little things for the common folks. The girl tucked the cell back into her tight top, there was a little holster there for it, and accelerated into the building, picking up speed and still not only watching where she was going--she hadn't a clue to be honest--but watching that rad meter. As she sped down the halls the rad meter perked up once or twice but nothing in deadly scale. One large metallic door had opened and the meter went up much higher. Inside was some woman that was talking in slow motion as far as Patty was concerned. Although she looked a lot like the woman that was suppose to own the company. Eric's 'wife' as it were. The signs in the room hinted at her being in a restricted area as the doors started to shut. She was being foolish, she knew it--but she couldn't let him go, not without a fight--she gritted her teeth together and accelerated through the closing doors and into the chamber... The chamber had several scientists moving about in slow motion and also seemed to be screaming about some outside source using there gear. One of the cleaning ladies is sweeping the floor but it appears that she seems to be smirking when the others in the room aren't looking at her. She wears a heavy hat that hides most of her hair and the really baggy clothes seem slightly off on her. As he looked around he could see what appeared to be a camera mounted onto a tree. He could also hear sirens in the distance that seemed to be getting closer. They sounded similar to police sirens. Pusher checked for wiring on the camera to follow back to its source. Otherwise he would slag the lens and take the insides out for further study. Patty's attention span slipped past her phone--one thing she'd forgotten was that a side-effect of this during her teen years that manifested in a slight case of ADD--and she focused instead on the Carol Burnett Wannabe; she charged and crooked an arm, intent on taking this out-of-place with her as she MOVED BY and towards some place out of site and mind for the immediate future... Patty hit easily dragging the wannabe through the door that had appeared to have reopened and outside. Once removed from Patty's arm the girl was growling and rubbing her neck. The hat having fallen away let her see the two dog like ears on top of her head. "What's the big idea you coulda killed me!" She barked out to no one in general. The wiring was easy to follow however as Pusher was doing so the gates of the school opened to allow a police car to enter. The wiring itself as he was following lead to a security room for the all girl school. Two officers got out of the car and looked at the teenager. "Excuse us..We heard there where some super kids or something in town but you mind telling us why your trespassing on private property?" "Something I would like to know myself." Came the casual voice of a man as he walked out from the security room. His silver cane rapping between steps as he walked towards the police officers and Pusher. "I know the trouble most young men have with girls being unavailable to them. But even with super powers you still must listen to the laws that govern society. But seeing as your suppose to be a self-appointed defender, care to tell me why you felt the need to trespass onto privately owned property?" Pusher sank into the ground, out of sight. He started exploring the building. If they wanted him bad enough, they could chase him through the ductwork. Locating Eric was his top priority. Away from the police pusher was able to look around far more easily. Moving deeper didn't seem to cause many problems. Until the strange vibrations starting upsetting his molecular ghosting. Almost like a force field system. Who ever had Eric here was a planner and also seemed to have no intention of letting him go. Moving further might force Pusher into a tangible form while within the solid earth. Would he travel upward or go downward further to find out how far the barrier extended? Pusher decided to find the edges of the force field on the same plane, then find a face he could follow down until he hit bottom edge. Patty was cocked back n a boxer's stance; on guard and ready. "But I didn't, and you're as trespassing as I am, and you're a dog-girl and my boyfriend was taken by catgirls and I wanna know why." Her voice was pitched low, her tone was urgent, her body still vibrating fast and hard, masking her identity. "Better talk quick 'n' mebbe we can help each other." "Right you're his girlfriend.." She growled a bit and took off running her speed increasing as she went much like Tachyon herself it seemed the dog girl's ability was speed. Although she seemed far less trained with it as she was actually dodging and avoiding objects near by that she could have otherwise have gone over considering the speed. Patty rolled her eyes, picked up the vibration and moved into pursuit of the dog-girl--keeping pace rather than overtaking, keeping the closeness rather than an actual intercept. "Boyfriend my butt," she muttered to herself. As Patty was following the dog girl she found she was being lead back towards the all girl school that she was at earlier, although she ran from the front entrance and suddenly dived through a wall on the side. Yet there was no actual damage to the wall. She could feel the vibrations of the wall. It seemed to part from her as she went through with similar if not more speed than what was originally produced by the dog girl. "GreatjustgreatIhatesecrets" Patty grumbled at herself, but followed anyway. The dog girl had stopped running now and was looking up with some sort of happy smirk. Apparently she couldn't see in the high speed spectrum when she wasn't running and Patty's current speed was certainly above hers. The doorway to the left opened and the man in the suit of armor walked out, the same one she'd seen for only a fraction of second during that strange transport system. She spun herself up to a higher speed of vibration; there wasn't much choice as she saw it--but she needed to be just slightly out of synch so as to maintain cover--it wasn't invisibility, and it burnt so much of her individual power, but... The dog girl--the armored man, she'd have to get somewhere and call Pusher and Hardball and everyone else... Instead, she opted to follow the armored man... Upon exiting the wall Pusher found himself inside a large complex. Force field while not large did cover a significant part of the lower complex. He could see girls in some sort of school uniform walking around casually yet something about them seemed, off. Pusher made sure to stay inside the wall. This was his specialty, stealth and invisibility. Something was up with the girls. He had an idea psionics was involved somehow. He used the walls to maneuver around looking for Eric.

Re: What Have You Watched Recently? Watched Meet the Robinsons with my boy. Figured the identity of the villain long before it was revealed, still I enjoyed the animation and story. CES

Re: What Fantasy/Sci-Fi book have you just finished? Please rate it... Not Sci Fi or Fantasy, but I have been reading Lee Child's Jack Reacher books. I reccomend them. CES

Re: Magistracy:Origins Sorry, I am slow as dirt except at novel writing time. I will try to get some of this out in the next week or so. Also have a villain to use for both the odd squad and the school. As soon as I have a slot open, will work on those too. CES

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Re: In the Company of Strangers (story) 1 Marlowe, Minnesota gleamed in the dim winter sun. Lake Marlowe reflected light like a diamond as the water moved in gentle swells toward the banks and docks that lined its shore. Jeb Casters sat in the middle of the lake, wandering if he had made a mistake venturing out. Jeb had retired just that year. His pension and savings would see him through to the end of his life with no burden on his family. A boat had been in the game plan, and fishing followed from that. He looked at the swells with still sharp eyes, and debated going back to shore. Jeb turned on the engine. The hull was rocking and he didn't want to be turned over in the water. The day was mild and cold. He didn't feel any wind. Slightly crooked hands pointed the bow toward the public pier he used to launch. Why is the lake so rocky today? Jeb kept an eye on the swirling waves as he drove toward the shore. He planned to back the trailer down, and hitch his boat up to be dragged out of the water. Once he planned on the boat, he planned on the trailer to carry it along the roads to the lake. Water splashed on his overcoat, dropping down in his collar, on the back of his neck. The fisherman wiped the liquid off, glad that he was getting off the lake. Something weird was going on. A shadow blocked out the sun. Jeb turned to see what kind of cloud had lurched in front of the hazy star. His eyes widened at the solid monstrosity rearing up out of the water. He urged more speed from the motor, hoping to outdrive the thing sharing the lake with him. A giant paw came down. A geyser and pieces of Jeb's boat went up. The sun came out on the empty lake again. Another fisherman found the wrecked boat a few hours later. The Park Rangers got there. Everyone realized something extraordinary had happened. A fishing boat didn't explode without some kind of munitions. Except the boat was clean from what they could find. The rangers cleaned up the debris, searched for Jeb's body, wondered when they couldn't find it floating on the lake. They notified the sheriff's department, who notified Mrs. Casters that her husband had been in an accident and they couldn't find his body. They promised to drag the lake but warned it was deep in some spots and they might never find the body. Mrs. Casters sat in her easy chair and cried for the first time in five years. She looked at her living room, and wondered what she was going to do. The sheriff's department and the rangers went over the lake again with a dive team, then gave it up. Eventually the body would turn up. Gases from decomposition would force it up. Then they would find it along the shore. They had expected the same in earlier deaths in and on the lake. The bodies turned up with signs of predation. Casters's corpse would do the same thing. The thing at the bottom of the lake disagreed with that assessment. Jeb Casters had gone down with a load of fish and he was never coming back up for air. It rested, watching the mites above. Soon it would have to explore the limits of its territory. And humans tasted good, different from the fish that made up the bulk of its diet. The effort to rise to the surface had been worth it. Instinct told it the lake concealed it beneath the waves, but if it kept trying, rising to the surface and taking what it wanted would be effortless. Nothing the humans did could stop it. It saw a day that it could eat anything within miles of its lair. Perhaps it could even find a mate and produce pups. They would rule as far as they could see. Rivals would feel its fangs and learn the might and power it wielded. It chuffed in amusement. Bubbles headed to the surface. It rolled over in the mud at the bottom of Lake Marlowe, one paw touching the yellow canister that had cracked open near a pile of drums. Something glowed around the rip in the metal, coloring the mud and the mud. The containers had fallen down to its lair years before when it was a pup itself. The glow had permeated its body and allowed it to grow with the passing of seasons. It didn't care that some hero in the East had arrested the owner of the yellow drums. It didn't care that its creator rested in jail with other uncommon convicts. It cared about its next meal, and getting a feast if it could. Marlowe, Minnesota glimmered in the setting sun, the residents on the streets hurrying home as the temperature plummeted. The lake turned to red fire, then black ice, as the calm surface waited for the next day. Occasionally a bubble would appear on the water and pop with the smell of dead fish. No one stood on shore to note the strangeness of it, or the flickering green that drifted with the fish as they swam beyond a man's walking distance from the banks. Soon the town would notice its giant neighbor. Then the struggle would begin.

Just a giant monster story. CES

Re: Brainstorming a 1920's Pulp-esque campaign. It kind of reminds me of Lord Baltimore. The war ended because the plague was so bad soldiers just refused to fight and went home. Personally I think other monsters would appear with the spread of Zombies. I can see playing a Frankenstein or Topper in this setting, looking for a cure. CES

Re: Notes from NSU Day Seven Pat Smith went home for some sleep. After that he returned to Tam's lair under the city. The investigator ran into the deadly menace and killed him with a piece of pipe. He reported in to the Federal Building, then went to the hospital for some patching. The office handed him three more sets of files that matched Tam's, but with different signature moves. Burnings went on in the northwest, burials in the southwest, and hangings in the tallest buildings in town. Pat got a description of the burner, Kilburn, from a local bum. The bum said he wore a kilt and carried a sword like Braveheart. Kilburn's victims were also descended from Scottish settlers. That led Pat to visit a Scot history museum just opening up. They battle when the investigator discovers the evil in a diorama, setting the place on fire. Kilburn escaped through the skylight. Simon and Ash decide to leave Kenton behind, and head home. Conferring with the local office had led to the thought that the TROLL would attack Temple City next, especially since Captain Video was still not in custody. Simon had the Tech Service print out leaflets for the Midnight Wolves to taunt them into helping out. Jui-Shen and George arrived in Temple City. They begged some money and got enough to eat hot McDonald's food instead of trash. They hit a shelter for the night. The arsonist that burned out the women's shelter earlier in the week attacked, setting the place on fire. Jui-Shen drove him off, and George got everyone out before they were seriously hurt. The partners drifted to the next shelter, determined to catch the arsonist. They checked in, discovering the next one had bars on the windows, and locks on the bunk room doors. They settled in to wait for the arsonist to show up.

Re: Nature + Fire = What? You can also use this combination for age, entropy, disease. CES

Re: What Have You Watched Recently? Watched Happily N'ever After. Didn't mind the messed up fairy tales, the bumbling assistants that are suddenly in charge, or several other things. The major thing that bothered me is the premise that the main characters went through their stories over and over with someone making sure they came out right before they reset. CES

Re: The New Circle 8 Character Name: The Avenger Real Name: The Avenger Nationality: Legend Construct Hair/Eye Color: Gold, red sparks Place of Birth: Land of Legends Date of Birth: 01/25/1995 Height/Mass: 6'2"/ 322 pounds Cost Characteristic Value 40 STR 50 75 DEX 35 40 CON 30 40 BODY 30 2 INT 12 20 EGO 20 10 PRE 20 8 COM 26 PD 10 ED 6 5 SPD 5 REC 16 END 60 STUN 70 OCV: 11 DCV: 11 OECV: 6 DECV: 6 Phases: 2,5,8,10,12 Cost Powers and Talents (END) The Avenger' Greatest Gifts 100 pt multipower. 5u Weather Control change environment 8" radius, +/-4 temperature levels, 32 pts varying effects +1/12, 48 pts 5u Growth: Growth 50 pts. +50 str, + 10 body, + 10 stun,-10 knockback, 70,000 kg, -6 DCV, +6 per rolls, +4 to reach 12" x 6" 5u Shrinking: Shrinking 50pts, .064 tall, .0032 kg, - 10 to perception rolls, + 10 DCV, + 15" knockback. 50 pts 4u Talking to bugs: Mind Control 5d6 only with insects 25 pts, telepathic (+1/4), AOE one hex (+½) 44 pts 5u Flight: Flight 25" 50 pts 5u Lightning: 6d6 Energy Blast, 30 points, Indirect always from above (+½) 45 pts Talking to Bugs: 8d6 Telepathy 40 points, only with insects, linked to mind control (-1/2) 26 pts Golden Body: Armor (25 pd/25 ed) 75 pts Damage Reduction 50% physical and energy reduction, 60 pts linked to armor -1/2 40 pts Healing: 3D6 30 pts Self Only (-1/2), Reduced End (0) (+1/2) , persistent (+1/2), extra turn (-1), linked to armor (-½) 20 pts Total Life Support 45 pts, linked to armor -1/2 30 pts Bag of Godly Dirty Tricks 50 + 25 pt variable power pool 75 pts Cost Skills 3 Acrobatics 16- 2 Animal Handler 13- 3 Climbing 16- 3 Combat Driving 16- 3 Deduction 11- 3 Fast Draw with Lightning 2 Gambling 11- 3 High Society 13- 3 Interrogation 13- 3 AK: Amalgam City 11- 3 AK: Land of Legends 11- 3 AK: Babylon 11- 3 Lockpicking 16- 3 Paramedics 11- 6 Navigation: Land, Sea, Air 11- 3 Riding 16- 3 Seduction 13- 3 Shadowing 16- 3 Stealth 16- 8 Survival: Temperate Climes, Arctic, Desert, Exotic places 11- 3 Tracking 11- 3 Tactics 11- 3 Teamwork 11- 2 TF: Chariots, Riding Animals 8 WF: Common Melee Weapons, Common Martial Arts Melee Weapons, Common Missile Weapons, Siege Engines. 3 Weaponsmith 11- 3 Grab 4 Punch 3 Throw 4 Choke 4 Nerve Strike 150 Points Disadvantages 30 Hunted by Demon 11- 10 Watched by the Pantheons 11- 30 Hunted by Viper 11- 10 Reputation: Golden Defender of Justice 11- 20 Public Identity 20 Subject to Orders 20 Psych Lim: Built to oppose Luther Black 10 DF: Gold Humanoid dressed in historical fashion 391 Exp points CHA Cost = 240 Total Powers Cost = 395 Total Skills Cost = 106 Total Cost = ____741___ Plot Hook 1) A major event has caused the Avenger to be recalled to the Land of Legends for an unknown time. At the same time, things have started piercing reality around Amalgam City. Is there a connection? Can the players find it while the Legionnaires defend reality? Plot Hook 2) The Avenger has busted several Demon bases. He asserts that the mastermind in charge keeps getting away during the assaults. He asks the local heroes for assistance. Plot Hook 3) The Avenger is destroyed on television by a powerful demon. Days later, he reappears explaining that he is just a replacement for the original Avenger. Is he? Background Information: Charles Beauregard Ecks, Charlie X, learned at an early age that he could read minds around him. Always a frail boy, he tried to use this native talent to improve his sickly nature so that he could do things that other boys his age did. His constant effort trained his talent to move things around him to assist him, then to enhance his body. Charlie came to the attention of PSI. His abilities should have been a wonderful addition to their arsenal once they had him trained. The mutant didn't agree. He arranged for PSI and members of the IHA to meet. The resulting conflagration allowed him to escape into nonexistence for a few years, just drifting wherever the road took him. Finally he drifted into Amalgam City a few days before the Legionnaire tryouts. When the villain brigades attacked, he used his telekinesis and telepathy to hit and run, even flying around the field for brief moments. He couldn't stop others from getting hurt or killed, but a host of villains were taken thanks to him targeting their weaknesses and informing those heroes who could act, or simply flinging nonflying bad guys high into the air on his mental strength alone. Charlie accepted the extended invitation and has been a member of the Legionnaires ever since, even becoming involved in the training program for junior legionnaires headed by Defender and Champion. Quote: "A little push is all it takes." Personality: Charlie knows well how people keep things hidden. He himself keeps his telepathy hidden, amused by others trying hard to keep their secrets from others. He believes that his gifts should be used to help others. That makes him and PSI natural enemies. He has opposed them whenever he detects their plans. His attitude has made more villainously inclined psionics to steer clear of him. Appearance: Charlie has developed from a skinny, short boy into an athlete with exceptional strength and dexterity. His hair changed to a brilliant red sometime in his teen years. Charlie wears civilian clothes such as jeans and sweat shirts. He is the team coordinator and back up blaster. He prefers that to actually going toe to toe with a powerhouse on his own. If he is cornered, he has been known to throw a villain straight up in the air and letting him hit the ground. Powers: Charlie is a telepath capable of sifting through a person's mind in a matter of seconds. Generally he uses this ability to learn things, as well as a warning in case of attack. Everything he picks up in this way is stored away in his mind until he needs it. Additionally Charlie has taught himself telekinesis that he uses in various ways. First is the traditional strength at range picking things up. He also uses it to enhance his physical abilities. He creates solid energy with it that allows him to fly, create walls, even fire blasts from his eyes. Charlie also has a knack for gadgets that he can assemble on the fly with his powers. He uses this to target vulnerabilities that his powers cannot touch on their own. Sound guns to disorient psionics, EMP blasts for power suits, even glue traps for bricks have been known to appear in his hands when he needed them. As the team coordinator, Charlie also uses his friends to his advantage when possible during combat, or for general tips about life.

Re: Every Myth Is Not True I have seen this done for cartoons where every mythical monster is an alien. I think the main one I remember is Rosswell for BND. It seems to me that cutting out all magic will lead to a world very much like Wild Cards where every power is psionic in nature and caused by altered DNA. And some people just don't like Wild Cards. Like ODDhat said, you might just need to take a break from superheroes and play some other genre for a bit to recharge. CES

Re: The New Circle 7 Character Name: Patrolman D Real Name: Philip Robertson Nationality: American Hair/Eye Color: None/Yellow Place of Birth: Amalgam City Date of Birth: 1/23/1965 Height/Mass: Shell is 6'5, 500 pounds. Phil's real body has a variable height and weight. Cost Characteristic Value 30 STR 40 45 DEX 25 40 CON 30 40 BODY 30 5 INT 15 20 EGO 20 5 PRE 15 - 4.5 COM 5 PD 8 ED 6 5 SPD 4 REC 14 END 60 STUN 65 OCV: 8 DCV: 8 OECV: 6 DECV: 6 Phases: 3,6,9,12 Cost Powers and Talents (END) Release the Energy Man Within: Duplication 70 pts, Easy Recombination + 5, Altered Duplicate (+1/4), Character is left behind and helpless -1, 46 pts Robot Body: Armor (30 pd/10 ed) 60 pts Robot Body: Full Life Support 45 pts Cost Skills 3 Combat Piloting 14- 3 Combat Driving 14- 8 TF: All Flying Aircraft, Parachuting, Common wheeled vehicles 6 Navigation: Air Sea Land 12- 3 Paramedics 12- 3 Mechanics 12- 3 Electronics 12- 3 KS: History of flight 12- 3 Climbing 14- 3 System Operations 12- 3 Demolitions 12- 2 Survival: Temperate climes. 12- 3 Tracking 12- 3 KS: Explosives 12- 3 PS: Explosives 12- 1 Perk: Pilot's license 150 Points Disadvantages 30 Hunted By Viper 11- 10 Reputation: Freak in a Tin Can 11- 15 DF: Radioactive Aura 20 Vulnerability: 2 x body from magnetic attacks 15 3d6 Unluck 15 Secret Identity 20 Psych Lim: Self Destructive 25 Accidental Change: When Shell is destroyed 38 pts experience CHA Cost = 186 Total Powers Cost = 151 Total Skills Cost = 51 Total Cost = _____388_____________ Character Name: Patrolman D Real Name: Philip Robertson Nationality: American Hair/Eye Color: None/Yellow Place of Birth: Amalgam City Date of Birth: 1/23/1965 Height/Mass: Shell is 6'5, 500 pounds. Phil's real body has a variable height and weight. Cost Characteristic Value 5 STR 15 45 DEX 25 20 CON 20 20 BODY 20 5 INT 15 20 EGO 20 10 PRE 20 -4.5 COM 5 PD 3 ED 4 15 SPD 5 REC 7 END 40 STUN 37 OCV: 8 DCV: 8 OECV: 6 DECV: 6 Phases: 3,5,8,10,12 Cost Powers and Talents (END) Flight: 20" flight Always on (-½), Reduced end (+½) 40 pts 3d6 Hand Killing Attack 45 pts, linked to flight (-½), no strength bonus (-½), does not work against radioactive shielding (-½) 18 pts Desolidification 40 pts Str affects real world (+1), not through solid objects (-½), Does not protect against damage (-1), Only to protect against Radioactivity (-1), linked to flight (-½) 20 pts Radioactive Body: Life Support 45 pts Cost Skills 3 Combat Piloting 14- 3 Combat Driving 14- 8 TF: All Flying Aircraft, Parachuting, Common wheeled vehicles 6 Navigation: Air Sea Land 12- 3 Paramedics 12- 3 Mechanics 12- 3 Electronics 12- 3 KS: History of flight 12- 3 Climbing 14- 3 System Operations 12- 3 Demolitions 12- 2 Survival: Temperate climes. 12- 3 Tracking 12- 3 KS: Explosives 12- 3 PS: Explosives 12- 1 Perk: Pilot's license 150 Points Disadvantages 30 Hunted By Viper 11- 10 Reputation: Freak in a Tin Can 11- 15 DF: Radioactive Aura 20 Vulnerability: 2 x body from magnetic attacks 15 3d6 Unluck 15 Secret Identity 20 Psych Lim: Self Destructive 25 Accidental Change: When Shell is destroyed CHA Cost = 136 Total Powers Cost = 123 Total Skills Cost = 51 Total Cost = _310_________________ Plot Hook 1) Local scientists report a trail of radioactive particles crisscrossing the city. They contact the heroes to ask what is going on. The group discovers that Patrolman D has lost his body and is frantically searching for it. Unfortunately that search is causing particles from his diminishing body to rain down on innocent civilians in harm's way. Who has the protective shell, and what is the gain for this crime? Plot Hook 2) Dr. Mike Rowe has discovered a method to keep excess radioactivity down. It's a special paint that covers the target and seals the isotope, or source, until the radiation is gone. It's been proven safe in tests. The only supply has been stolen from his lab. It's up to the heroes to figure out why. Plot Hook 3) Patrolman D's armored shell has been found in the campaign city. There is no sign of any pilot, or a power source. What has gutted the mechanical marvel and dumped his suit? Background Information: The Avenger was born in the land of legends, the product of unnatural forges at the behest of the living myths wandering the realm. His duty is to protect Earth, and by extension the other realms attached to it. Ever since Luther Black tried to usurp the power of the Ravager, the gods that populate the lands of legend have been aware of his threat. There's little they can do to oppose him on the material plane. The decision was made by the leaders of the pantheons to create an armored creature that could take the battle to the Edomite and hopefully destroy him before things got out of hand. Smith gods gathered their resources and created a hollow shell that would hold touches of power from the other gods. The last gift was life and the understanding of what would happen if Black succeeded. The Avenger was sent to Earth to carry out its mission. The Avenger calculated it would need allies to help complete its mission. The invitation for the Legionnaire gathering fell into its hands thanks to a hapless almost crime fighter it encountered. When the battle broke out, the Avenger used the gifts it had received to defend innocents that were in the crossfire. That earned it a place on the new team. The Avenger spends most of its time tracking down Demon, and averting disasters with the help of the rest of the Legionnaires. The local Demon morbanes are not pleased with this new enemy disrupting their plans at every turn. Quote: "The Hammer of Thor says suck it." Personality: The Avenger acts almost alive, wandering the city, taking part where it can. The only thing that reveals its almost mechanical nature is the mention of Demon, and the appearance of secondary trouble from beyond the veil. That causes it to lash out with ruthless finality to hunt and destroy its enemy. Appearance: The Avenger is gold skinned humanoid given a toga and sandals to wear. Sparks replace what would be eyes on a normal human. Powers: The Avenger has been given abilities from the gathered myths of the Land of Legend. It can fly, grow, shrink, control the weather and insects, shoot lightning, and is extremely durable and strong. Occasionally it will add a new trick to its repertoire, almost as if it has many more gifts than what it has displayed so far.

Re: Why should I care? If that's the players at work, there's a D&D mentality going on. They don't want to play a super hero game. Out of the list of options, you can try to get a new group, try a PCs as villain game on, or tell them that it is a hero game and then go after them. They're the heroes, they're targets. Maybe that will spark them up. CES

Re: What gives the "rightful" king the right? As an expansion on the discussion, Chris Stasheff's Her Majesty's Wizard was set up like this. The queen had the divine right to sit on the throne which conferred the ability to always be right on public decisions. CES

Re: Help: Mental Imagery into a Campaign World

Re: Help: Mental Imagery into a Campaign World If the players found the organization, you can get a ghostbusters set up to build on which can be used as a sort of plug in CES

Re: What Fantasy/Sci-Fi book have you just finished? Please rate it... Lisey's Story by Stephen King. After reading so many faster paced books, it's hard for me to explain this one. Most of the book is made of recaps as Lisey's dead husband leads her through a trail of memories about their marriage and the strange place he can go to when he needs to. The modern plot is psycho stalker who wants any unpublished stories that Scott might have written but really only wants to hurt Lisey. It echoes other books that King has written like Rose Madder, and Bag of Bones, but I enjoyed the visit to familiar ground. CES

Re: Need ideas for Steampunk Over-The-Top Game Can you combine them? I haven't played half life but the early 1900's always lend to alien invasions and things. CES

Re: Palladium's Nightbane for HERO's 50 is fine with me. Personally I wouldn't worry about that until I knew what they wanted to put on their character. Then you could build all the package deals as a separate EC. ONce you have one character in hand, you can look at what the base is to work around. CES