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Re: Having Star Hero Parallel this world in the 18th-19th Centuries David Drake's Lt Leary books are like this. He actually says in some of the forwards that he used situations in the 17-1800's for plots for his books. CES

Re: What Have You Watched Recently? Die Hard 3 and 4 John McClane was certainly grim in the last one. CES

Re: The Bushman I was thinking along the knife Rambo used with a compass, survival kit, take the end off and you can make a spear that kind of thing. A native mystic knife can be built to do anything I suppose depending how mystic it is. CES

Re: The Bushman Multipurpose knife springs to mind. CES

Re: Magistrate's end [story] 7 On the grounds of a sanitarium, a hot spring geysered every hour on the hour. The water fell back into the steam, some dropping on the edge of the pool. A small collection of items formed a pile where the water fell most. They were an eclectic bunch of items from a glowing rubber duck to a sword shaped like a key. The thing on the bottom looked like a puddle. It looked like whomever dropped these items had started at the simple first then piled more complex things on top of that. None of the staff had seen the pile of junk yet. Most were busy helping their patients. Some were taking smoke breaks on the other side of the building. The Isley as it was called had a low turnover rate, perhaps the lowest in the state. That coupled with a high cure success rate made it a desirable place to work. The geyser spouted up, water falling down on the edge of the pool. Some of the drops looked like a human face when you looked at them moving together. They hit. The drops formed a symbol on the ground when they hit. The letter, unknown to most of the humanity, glowed. Magic worked. A small, malformed hand came out of the water. A spindly arm followed. Then what looked like a skeleton with flesh draping it came after. Mismatched eyes scanned the ground before the strange creature collapsed on the grass. He didn't look much like one of the mightiest mages on earth. He looked like a man who had been beaten into a wreck and left for dead after being set on fire. But first they had taken his clothes and wallet. He fell asleep, wiped out by what he had done to get out of the water trap he had been imprisoned in. It took a lot of control to work a spell to get enough together to work more spells more reliably. It had left him a wreck for the time being and useless to his comrades. The staff found him a few hours later, still lying on the lawn, still sleeping. They didn't know what was going on, but they gathered his malformed body up and took him to a room so he could recover and explain what he was doing. A sedative kept him asleep. The morning would be fine for their questions to be answered. By then whatever the outcome of the conflict, it would be decided by the time he answered questions, recovered his strength, and took on his true form. He would take the items and return them to oblivion and call on the clothes he normally wore. A call to the tower would tell him the whole story. That was still twelve hours in the future. Before that recovery, he slept and dreamed of things he had done, things he had seen, duels with wizards, mythical beasts that no longer roamed the realms of men. He walked with his wife and child once more, looking out over a lake in a forest that didn't exist any more. He fought with their killer, tried to save those around him. The Black Plague had taken many that century. He had found his first letter soon after. That had led him to his first teacher, and the wonder of words. There was nothing they could not do except one. They couldn't bring back the dead. He had searched for many years, prolonging his own life with his magic. No formula allowed him to resurrect those that had fallen. He could heal any he could reach in time, but not even his most extraordinary thoughts could bring back any who crossed the veil. He had met Silver during the war, helped him combat the things that were being summoned by lesser writers, summoners, and other branches of the brethren. He remembered reaching a gate as it opened in the hopes of wiping out the invaders of D-day. A protector of the universe, Silver, and others had combated the menace until the gate closed on it. He remembered the look it had given him when the gate started slicing off its limbs. The Chemist slept on, fading away from the light, walking in shadows again. He had retired away from others who might need a man of his capabilities. Silver arrived a decade later, looking for him. He wanted someone to bolster the kids he was gathering at the behest of the UN. He needed the power that the Chemist represented. The magician had thought of turning his old friend down. He remembered looking out over the cobblestone court that had been laid in a city that had subsumed his old home from years ago. He had pulled on his sunglasses and said he would do it. He fell into a deeper sleep, blacker and dreamless. The lines he had methodically carved worked their will on his body and mind. When he awoke, he would be more like his old self in mind. He would have to work on his body and fix it to look like it should. Then he would start working on finding his friends and making sure they were all right. Outside as the early morning hours passed to dawn, lightning struck across a clear sky once and then there was calm again.

Re: Magistrate's end [story] Before I forget this will probably be the last story unless I come up with some more ideas. What would you like to see other than character sheets? More of the other teams? Origins? Let me know either here or at my mail csyphrett@aol.com just mark it with Magistracy or something so I dont throw it away. CES

Re: Magistrate's end [story] Thanks guys. I think I have the basic abilities scoped out for the main guys. Silver EB mulitpower with side effects Quick- Speed tricks multipower with either teleportation on megascale or flight on solid surfaces (I already have a speedster I can adapt from the new circle) Luna- Incredibly high find weakness, high speed/dex, HKA with AP, martial skills Phaeton- flying blaster, high chars, reserve battery with light being recovery source Maker- Mind control machines, EB for arm cannon, armor, a gadget pool to build things on the fly out of her nanos JOhn Public-Absorb one point from other people megascale added to his characteristics. Mind link/telepathy/clairvoyance maybe cramming linked to that for skills Chemist- maybe high end multipower or Power pool with gestures CES

Re: Magistrate's end [story] Thank you. I appreciate that QM CES

Re: The Bushman Kazar and Kraven can lift and carry a big cat say about a 1000 pounds depending. They can almost keep up with Spiderman so thats a good dex or levels. They have some hunting skills, heightened senses, area knowledges survival. They both use weapons, maybe animal companion as a follower CES

Re: Magistrate's end [story] John Public and Maker walked out of the stadium after the game, smiling and laughing. Their show had went like clockwork, the crowd calling for an encore. No one had seen fireworks like that. "How does it feel to bask in glory?" John linked his arm in hers, leading the way with the flow of the crowd. "Excellent." Maker smiled. "I thought your hair was going to catch on fire with that last one." "It was close." Public enjoyed the feelings that washed over him from her. "But I made it through without a misstep." "You said there was a great place to eat around here." Maker looked around, tiptoeing to try and see over the crowd as everyone emptied into the parking lot. Luckily they didn't have to find a car in the developing chaos in front of them. "I know a couple." John led the way out of the river of humanity. "Casual dining at its best." "Is this a date?" Maker grinned. "I don't think we have ever been on a real date." "There was that one time we hit the rave down in the Bowery." John paused, grabbing a hug impulsively. It felt like the thing to do. "I think I like this romance and courting." "How many women have you taken out?" Maker tried to put up a show of seriousness. "I have no idea." John laughed, then stopped. His mind zeroed in on a man in a coat and what looked like a Prince Albert suit. Maker followed his gaze, struck by the anomaly approaching them. The man raised his hand, scribbling on the air. It seemed more like a formula than the simple signs the Chemist used. John Public vanished in a dazzling array of bubbles heading for open sky. "What did you do?" Maker's armor wrapped around her, arm cannon pointing at the stranger. "What did you do with John?" Then she recognized him. Maker had dealt with this man before, had killed his butler in Dallas. She didn't waste any more time asking questions. She fired the arm cannon's laser. Enoch wrote the word for shield and one for mirror in front of him. The beam struck it, reflected back at her. Maker tried to duck, but the beam hit and burned part of her armor on her arm as she moved. A little slower and it would have caught her dead center. "I strengthened his connection to other people." Enoch wrote another sign to stop her moving. "Now I am going to get rid of you." He wrote a formula on the air before her eyes. She recognized part of it, but didn't know what it meant in the arcane language writers used. Suddenly her vision split into a million tiny spots of light as she became lightning and entered the nearby stadium's electrical system. "I hope you like the world of electronics you so admire." Enoch turned and started walking away. Six out of seven had fallen to his touch. Perhaps his father had been wrong about what the Magistracy could do to people like him. Only Jerry Silver and his island tower remained to be dealt with. Enoch wondered what he could do to make his revenge spectacular enough to warn the world he was exacting it against everyone who had wronged him. It wasn't enough just to kill the old man. He had to suffer publicly for what he had done. Enoch needed some help. Fortunately he could build just what he wanted if he had enough material. He opened another gate, deciding to look at the final battlefield for himself. The gate handed him off to Magistracy Island in the middle of the Atlantic. The Chemist's wards glowed eerily in his presence. Obviously they would stop his magic if he tried a direct assault. Enoch looked up at the black stone. There were ways around wards. All you needed was something that could force them aside. Enoch looked at the ocean. There was his material right there. All he needed was a little bit of magic.

Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group... From the Megaverse Explorers game (taking a cue from Hermit's Abolex): "Little brother," the giant elemental peered into the foyer. "You are messing with my down time grooving with the little zephyrs. Didn't I tell you to get your business done before I left?"

Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group... From the NSU: "What you think, Doc?" The raven hopped around, wings ruffled. "You're a bird that needs to lose some weight." CES

Re: Magistrate's end [story] 5 Luna felt someone looking at her. She knew when someone was looking at her most of the time. It was a more than casual interest that raised her arm and neck hair to full alert. She slowly looked around, taking in the crowd around the match area. Her eyes fell on a man with a camera walking through the crowd. He stopped and looked to make sure they were still standing there every so often. She could see the movements of his hands. He pointed the camera but he didn't hit the switch. Probably an autograph hound. It had taken her a while to get used to the fact that people wanted her picture to say they had met her. She had almost killed someone with his own notebook in reflex when he had approached for a signature. "It looks like we have company." Luna nodded to the picture taker making his way through the crowd. "Get ready to make a muscle and all that." "He probably thinks you're the hot chick he can con with a private picture shoot." Phaeton's eyes glowed as he looked at the approaching stranger. "Just don't shove his camera down his throat. Silver hates it, and I don't want to fill out the paperwork." "I promise I will at least listen before I get physical." Luna smiled. "We are at a tournament." "That's right, missy." Phaeton hugged her close. "Don't forget it." The camera man walked over, pretending to be embarrassed. He gave a fake smile, holding up some kind of paper identity card. Luna's sharp eyes skipped over the writing for some reason before he put the card away. "My name is Ed Scribbler." The camera man gave another false smile. "I was wondering if I could take your picture for the paper. Maybe we could sit down and talk somewhere." "We don't mind the picture." Phaeton didn't quite glare at the man. "Maybe after the tournament, we can talk." "Thanks for the consideration." Ed put the camera up to his eye, scratching at the side. "You must have sharp eyes to pick two ordinary people out of a crowd like this." Luna tried to smile, but instead looked at the stranger as if they had met before. "The both of you are quite famous." Ed smiled a genuine smile for the first time. "Even dressed in regular clothes, you both stand out." Luna and Phaeton looked down at the jeans, t-shirts, sneakers, boots outfits they had put together. It was a far cry from the purple tunic Luna wore, and the gold suit Phaeton caused to glow when in action. They looked up at the camera, suspicion still on their faces. "Say cheese." Enoch let his disguise lapse at the last second as he pressed the button. Luna at least recognized him. She charged forward as the flash went off. Both of the magistrates descended into the camera, caught on digital for as long as he wanted. He pulled the card and let the rest of the camera return to nothingness. He had what he came for at the moment. Time to move on to the last two sheep before taking on the ram. The Magistracy was as good as dead whenever he wanted. It felt good to carry on in the name of his father. Enoch opened another gate as the crowd separated from his presence. The closest has seen what he had done to Luna and Phaeton, and didn't want to suffer a similar fate. They pushed the other onlookers back as he stepped into the pattern he had drawn and vanished. Enoch appeared in New York. He recognized the smog anywhere. He walked, noting that he had plenty of windows he could use for scrying. The camera man trick should work again but he didn't like to repeat himself. That would make him predictable. First he needed to find his last two targets, then he could capture them. After that, he could destroy Jerry Silver completely, one comrade at a time.

Re: Wild Card's Hero I don't know if Claremont created Ellis, but I do know he created the one eyed doctor. She seemed to be a duece. Her ability was look ahead I think. It's been a long time since I read any Wild Cards stuff. CES

Re: Magistrate's end [story] 4 Quick couldn't call what she did running. There was no effort, no feeling. She wanted to go there, she went there. That wasn't running. That was magic. She liked to visit tracks around the world. They were places she could run on asphalt, shaped to keep her speed from being a danger to others. She supposed she could use places like the salt flats where they tested rocket cars but liked the idea she could run forever. She noticed a guy standing on the steps about halfway up the stairs to the main entrance. He seemed to be watching the track. That should have been impossible. She was traveling at speeds way above what the human could follow, especially at the distance he seemed to be standing. Maybe I should go up and ask him what his deal is. That thought took about four laps as Quick openly studied the voyeur. Quick turned to head up the stairs, and out of the speedway. She had been on the track for a while. She would grab some Vault and head back to the Tower for a bath, and a quick book. There was no need to get involved with a creepy stranger who hadn't done anything wrong yet. Her feet left the track. Everything fuzzed over. She seemed to be slowing down. Then everything went black. Enoch rushed down the stairs. His spell had worked but the speedster had actually climbed higher than what he had thought. That was amazing. He stood her frozen body up on her motionless feet, admiring the curves captured in stone. He looked her up and down, feeling lust, hunger. Business first. Still it wouldn't hurt to look as he thought about what he was going to do to hold her until he was done with the rest. He had always wanted a slave girl to tend to his every needs. Enoch finally wrote on the air, hiding the statue in the molten concrete he had created with a few slices of his fingers. The statue sank into the stadium with little fanfare, the helmet the last to vanish from sight as the magician watched. He would exhume Quick when he wanted her again. He might put thoughts of love in her head. He didn't know quite yet what he wanted to do. The rest of his revenge had to come first before he indulged himself. The rest would be more dangerous to capture. His scrying had told him Luna and Phaeton were together, and John Public and Maker were together. He couldn't hope to attack from surprise without alerting the other present unless he chose his battleground wisely. Enoch picked up a menu on the way past the snack bar on his way out. He wrote on it, deciding to take Luna and Phaeton next. They were at some tournament, watching the fights. It was a place he could blend into. Enoch wrote on the air, throwing the napkin away as soon as he was done with it. Scrying had its uses, but he liked to look the ground over first before setting his trap. He smiled as he gated across country to Texas. Maybe when this was over he would have two, perhaps three, harem girls to tend to his every need as he worked his way down his list. After all there would be no more Magistracy, and he would need the help to create the magic he would use to change the world into something more to his liking. Even if he was stopped by some chance before he had destroyed his prime targets they would never get the Chemist or Quick back from where they had been consigned. A partial revenge was better than none. Enoch added a camera to his track joe normal disguise. It made it look like he was there to take pictures as a tourist, or for a paper/magazine. He held the camera up, looking for his two targets. He spotted Luna's short hair gleaming across the crowded room. He focused the camera to make sure. He smiled. The both of them stood there, Phaeton bored, but the fighter shouted encouragement to those in the mattress covered arena. He had to get closer.

Re: Magistrate's end [story] The Chemist took in a deep breath. Steam drifted in his lungs as he stood at the edge of a hot spring he had designed for a sanitarium. Periodically he checked on the ward, and the spell, to make sure it was doing what it was supposed to do and nothing more or less. He had set up the spell to aid those with mental illness coming into the sanitarium walls. It slowly cured their ills, adjusted them to living in the modern world. They came in broken, went home healed. Naturally he didn't want his spell to adjust them until they broke, becoming dangerous sociopaths. So every so often he visited the hospital and checked it to see if it was running smoothly. It always was. The doctors took all the credit, not realizing what was going on. The Chemist didn't care as long as his presence wasn't known. It took some degree of concentration to make the healing circle he had done. Most people only wanted the healing, not the work and effort it took to draw lines across the building and property. They would want to wring his magic out of him to make more and more magic hospitals to heal everyone's wounds. He would spend all his time doing that instead of having a life. He felt it was better to create one place every few years so those with the most problems could be shuffled around rather than wear himself out converting every hospital he could reach. The Chemist breathed in the steam, feeling his own wounds heal with the touch of wet air. It had been a tough year. He needed this chance to take a break from the grind. He could put Scriptus's magic in the lines to get rid of it, return it to the universe. The Chemist heard a snap of a limb. He turned, seeing an old man in the casual scrubs the inmates wore until they were released. He saw the man's hand moving in the air. He lifted his own hand to counter the spell he saw working. His hand turned to steam before his eyes. The Chemist vanished into the air over the hot springs. His sunglasses and clothes dropped to the edge of the pool he had created for others. Enoch wiped away his disguise, smiling as his coat tails fell down to the tops of his boots. That wasn't quite the wizard's duel he should have given the older magician, but it had worked. Enoch picked up the bundle of clothes, boots, and sunglasses. He wrote on the air. A jet of fire washed out of a slit in the sky. He threw the articles in with a flick of his arms. A small bang accompanied the landing of the belongings before he could close the portal. Enoch looked around. He thought about twisting the spell working on the asylum. He reached out his hand to do it. Then he turned and wrote a door on the air to take him to his next destination. He could come back anytime now that its defender was gone. Business first before pleasure. Enoch found himself looking at a wall of bleachers and concrete steps. LA Speedway marked the entrance as he walked toward the raised walls. His next target should be inside somewhere. He wondered why Quick would come here of all places. Enoch assumed a face of normality as he opened the locks in his way to the inside of the track. He paused when he stepped out of the breezeway to look down on the loop of asphalt and concrete walls below. At first he didn't see anything. He had to write on his shades to enhance his vision. He had to adjust a few times. Quick blazed around the track, red and green costume streaking behind her, helmet holding her head. Enoch frowned.

Re: Magistrate's end [story] 2 His father had named him Enoch. He was tall, slim and muscular, with blond hair. He stepped out of shadows, brushing his coat around his body as he stepped out of an alley in Springfield, Kansas. He pulled on narrow shades to hide his eyes. His father had created an empire in this world. He had ruled it from the shadows. Then he had left it while he built an empire in another. The two of them had shaken the pillars of the heavens before they had been stopped by those so-called heroes. His hate list was long, but the spearhead had been the Magistracy, and those people were the first he would eliminate. He would torture them, take everything one at a time until they begged for mercy. And the head of the Magistracy was Jerry Silver. He would suffer the most. Enoch looked around, walking down the street. Hard to believe this small town of concrete and brick had caused his father's demise. He should wipe it off the face of the earth. He paused, taking in the scene of normality. Why bother? Enoch picked up a piece of paper out of a public trash can, walking down the sidewalk again. Too bad about Higgins. He could really use the demon's help. Enoch wrote on the piece of paper with his finger as he walked. The page became a slender screen for him to catch up on the news of the world. He frowned when he saw that most of his father's assets had been seized by the government. He should have expected that he supposed. Still what did he need with a financial empire? He could make any amount of money he wanted with his finger. He didn't need power anymore. Revenge would have to do until he was sated. A flick of his finger pointed out where his enemies were. He frowned. Where was the protector of the universe? The humanoid archetype was on the list too, but he was missing from Earth. Enoch decided to take on Buddy last. He had so many others to deal with first. Enoch decided that he needed to deal with the Magistracy one at a time. He should set things in motion so Silver could watch his friends die before he went too. That would be more dramatic. The writer wrote on his screen. He slipped inside the two dimensional space and rode the Internet to where he had to be. The paper resumed its crumpled state, drifting to the sidewalk, as he appeared somewhere in Idaho. A simple line disguised his normal appearance as he waited for his prey to make himself known. The Chemist had to be close by, taking in the revitalizing springs bursting from the ground this one time of the year. Enoch walked the grounds, moving like the old man whose face he wore. He had all the time in the world to spring his surprise. This is where his father had erred. They should have gotten rid of the opposition instead of thinking there was nothing anyone could do to stop their design. He wouldn't make the same mistake. First he would trap them, then turn their minds to ash begging to serve him until they died.

Re: Magistrate's end [story] 1 Jerry Silver sat at his desk, smoking a cigarette, reading some papers sent over by the UN. His office had been programmed to ignore his smoking. Otherwise the fire extinguishers would react. The first time had been hilarious until Jerry shorted out the building's current. After that, Maker programmed the fire detectors to ignore any signal from wherever he was unless it reached a certain temperature degree. Jerry leaned back in his chair, stubbing the cigarette out and lighting another one. The UN wanted him to name someone to take over for him. Someone had been blabbing about his visits to the doctor, he supposed. That was to be expected. He didn't have long to live. His powers were eating him up. Every time he threw a lightning bolt, something inside ruptured. He was lucky to still be walking around. Still he had done some things since that day in the lab. He had been working, trying to figure out a new application for tubes and diodes. A lightning bolt had blown through, set him on fire almost. He had turned gray overnight while he recovered. It could have been worse he supposed. He had started battling Nazis, then commies, now bureaucrats. There was no end to evil in this world. "Hey, Jerry." The Chemist paused by the door, sunglasses covering half his face. The rotating letter/symbol on the coveralls he wore made Silver sick when he looked at it. "I'm going out." "Anything special?" Anything to get out the paperwork covering his desk. "Something just came up while I was crystal gazing." The Chemist smiled. "Don't you have budget and administrative things to be doing?" "Yes, and I would like to kill the genius who thought of that pile of horse manure." Jerry sighed in disgust. "I would do almost anything to get away from this ball and chain." "I'll see you later." The Chemist started walking, whistling a light tune. "Wait." Jerry stood up, hearing his back pop. "Use your magic on this." "Sorry, Jerry." The Chemist sounded like he was halfway down the hall. "I can't abuse my gifts for such petty reasons." "I'll give you abuse." Jerry muttered as he sat back down. "In my day, it was a punch in the eye for insubordination." John Public and Maker walked by, smiling and talking to each other. They wore casual. Jerry raised his eyebrows. He almost never saw Maker wear jeans. He almost never saw her smile. It was almost enough to make him smile. Instead he looked at his desk and saw an opportunity to get out from under. "Hey guys." Jerry tried to smile. It felt unpleasant. "Could you give me a hand with this stuff?" "Sorry, Jerry." John didn't look sorry. "We have to be in New York in a few minutes. Got an invitation for an exhibition game where we have to put on a half time show. We figured we would use the Step." "You need some lightning?" Jerry tried not to look hopeful. "No, we don't." Maker smiled. "I already have things planned out. Just watch for us on television." "Okay. I guess I can do that. Have fun." Jerry put on his I don't need anyone's pity face as he lit another cigarette. "We will." Public had the gall to wave at him as they walked down to the Step. A blur of green and red passed his door a few minutes later. He didn't get a chance to ask Quick to help him. She was gone before he could register her presence. That only left Luna and Phaeton. Maybe he could trick them into helping him. He thought about it as he called over to ask Operations where they were in the building. Luna had a knack for cutting to the core of anything she saw. "They're gone, boss." Kevin Reilly would need a bolt from the blue, darn it. "They took off from the flight pad this morning, hours ago. Something about learning some new moves." "Reilly, if I wasn't buried in paperwork, I would kill you for sounding so cheerful." Jerry cut the connection, knocking the ash off his cigarette. "You're all alone, surrounded on all sides." Jerry stood up, stretching his back until something gave. "What are you going to do, old man?" Jerry headed for the office door. "I'm going to the cafeteria." Jerry descended on the lunch room, assembling a sandwich and sides under the baleful eye of the kitchen lady. She didn't appreciate his showing up to operate on his own when she was getting ready to feed everybody in the Tower for dinner. Jerry dropped his cigarette on the floor, and went out in the dining room to eat. He heard some comment, but since he didn't speak Russian, he let it pass. Being bored didn't mean drawing down on the kitchen lady for the heck of it. Of course he might if she kept giving him the eyeball while he was trying to enjoy his snack. A little lightning would help with that frizzy hairdo she had going on under that hair net.

Re: Magistrate's end [story] In previous stories, The Magistracy has defeated an army of invaders, dealt with a mercenary, defended their tower against clone metahumans, lost mystic pages and stopped Lord Scriptus from merging the Earth with another dimension with some help from some friends. The story opens with the greatest evil of all: Red Tape.

Re: The New Circle 4Character Name: Legion Real Name: Mikhail Chan Nationality: Citizen of the Federation Hair/Eye Color: Blond, green Place of Birth: Olympic City, Mars Date of Birth: 11/26/2987 Height/Mass: 5'6", 125 pounds Cost Characteristic Value 10 STR 20 42 DEX 24 20 CON 20 30 BODY 25 8 INT 18 30 EGO 25 5 PRE 15 2 COM 14 PD 4 ED 4 26 SPD 6 REC 8 END 40 STUN 45 OCV: 8 DCV: 8 OECV: 8 DECV: 8 Phases: 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12 Cost Powers and Talents (END) Flight Suit: Armor (10pd/10ed) 30 pts OIF (-½) 20 pts Flight Suit: Life Support (Self Contained breathing, vacuum, high and low pressure, radiation, cold and heat) 19 pts OIF (-½) 12 pts Anti Grav pods flight 10" x 8 non combat movement 35 pts red end (0) (+½) OAF (-1) 26 pts DNA 60 + 30 point VPP 90 pts powers must have the same special effect (-1/4) 72 pts Shapeshift to touch/sight any humanoids 20 pts linked (-½) to VPP, can only change to match alien whose power is being used (-½). 10 pts Cost Skills 6 TF: Spaceships, airplanes, hovercraft, helicopters, common ground vehicles. 3 WF: Energy guns, slug throwers 3 Combat piloting 17- 3 Combat driving 17- 6 Navigation: Air, Land, Space 12- 3 KS: Future History 12- 3 KS: Known Space 12- 3 AK: The Galaxy 12- 3 AK: Amalgam City 12- 3 Mechanics 12- 3 Electronics 12- 3 KS: Spaceship Engineering 12- 3 KS: Physics 12- 3 KS: The Underworld of the Future 12- 3 KS: The Underworld of the Present 12- 20 Universal Translator 3 Lightning Calculator 150 Points Disadvantages 15 Reputation: Visitor from the Future 14- 5 Watched by Captain Chronos 8- 35 Hunted by Argent 14- 15 Watched by Amalgam City Authorities 11- 15 Public ID 15 Psych Lim: Overconfidence 15 Psych Lim: Wants to go back to his own time. 15 Physical Lim: Knows little of 20th century Earth. 10 DF: Alien Features 10 Rivalry with other Time Travelers 37 time traveler exp CHA Cost = 173 Total Powers Cost = 140 Total Skills Cost = 74 Total Cost = ______387____________ Plot Hook 1) Time seems to be unraveling around the player characters. They have limited options on how to handle the problem. They decide to contact anyone who has time travel experience from Tomorrow Boy to Legion in hopes of finding an answer. Plot Hook 2) Evil mad scientist needs an army of accomplices with powers to accomplish some nefarious goal (maybe a noble goal like shutting Mechanon down). He decides the best way to do that is split Legion apart. Can the heroes handle the resulting rampage by the split apart hero? Can they get him back together? Plot Hook 3) News of a possible means to travel to the future has surfaced. Legion has decided to try and use that to get back home. Captain Chronos arrives to stop him. Who do the PC's back? Background Information: Lon Karloff had belonged to Primus as a field agent. He volunteered for a super soldier project out of a sense of patriotic duty. The injections seemed to work well at first, increasing his strength and speed. Lon was injured during a field operation. His altered body went crazy, trying to repair the damage. Several Primus agents were killed as the healing process drained them dry. The project was discontinued. Lon was placed in holding until a tribunal could decide to place him in prison. Lon was given a second chance as a solo agent after helping to stop an invasion of Stronghold. He was asked to have a minder with him, and make himself available for missions while Primus worked on a cure for his altered condition. Lon ditched his minder, tried out for the forming Legionnaires. He had been wounded, but had retained enough control that he didn't attack anyone there to recharge. All Star realized that he needed help and took him on, eventually helping him to get control of his abilities. Quote: "Do you mind? I trying to see which extradimensional invader I have to punch first." Personality: Lon has had several horrifying experiences. He tries to be jovial and good humored, but knows that he is one step away from another holding cell if something goes wrong. This leads him to try and excel at any task he is given. Appearance: Lon has gone from an average looking male, to a giant, yellowish, hairy almost caveman featured man. He possesses enlarged canines and his fingernails have grown into hardened talons. He has been known to carry Primus gear into combat, but relies on the abilities of his mutilated body. He is sometimes seen around town in Hawaiian shirts but wears a modified Primus agent uniform when in action with the Legionnaires. Powers: Lon is one of the strongest of the Legionnaires, has excellent senses, and is very quick on his feet. His body is tough and when injured heals the wound in a matter of minutes, faster if he has a source of blood and flesh to draw on. He also has limited shape changing ability. He usually uses this secondary power to sprout tentacles, stretching, and wings. He can use this to get around barriers in his way more often than not. He works with it in the hopes of being able to change his appearance to one more normal looking than the one he is stuck with at the moment.

Re: SoloUberCampaign:Adventures of the Dark Page 5- "I wonder what your weakness is my friend," Tavin looked about "I wonder if your little friends can stop something big and hard, Tavin walked over to a truck parked close by he calmly gripped the heavy bumper and used his claws to slice it cleanly from the vehicle. "Ever played baseball, dick?" Tavin charged forward, "It is my grandfather's favorite!!!" He rushed right up to the monster and swung with the large bumper right into the swirling mass... He prepares himself for either reaction if it seems to just go through he will continue the swing and bring himself back a step, and see how much damage was done to the bumper, if it hits something... well then a small area effect might just be the answer. Tavin may have to push and pick up a small car and throw it at this guy. The bumper sliced through the swarm. It was covered with tiny bite marks when it came through the other side. Tavin smiled and began his swing again this time getting closer, right behind the bumper this time though comes an empowered hand trailing behind the bumper. Which slaps out and up toward the eyes and then is very quickly retracted. "Take that!" The bumper snapped in two. One end stayed in Tavin's hand, the other flew across the street. Pain erupted in Tavin's fist as he put it in the field of fireflies. He can see his dark powered armor start peeling away from his hand. Damn that field was annoying he thought to himself, what I wouldn't give for a nice force field right now.... Hmmm, Tavin looked at the thing again... he couldn't tell if it was taking as much damage as he was or if he was the loser in this battle so far. It was becoming frustrating since the beast hadn't even attempted to hit him yet... so most likely he wasn't really hurting it very much. Tavin did a quick scan of his surroundings what could he use against this guy? Then he had an Idea, maybe the shield worked on him seeing the attacks coming... Tavin encased the beast in darkness. The particles moved around, reaching for him with its buzzsaw hands, ready to take him apart. "Well, here we go, Hope this works." He leapt up and over the now blinded monster that was encased in a large ball of shadow. Landing behind the monster he took another swipe at the monster. Tavin's hands reached down inside the swirling mass. He could see the flesh start to peel away from his hand as it passed through. A couple more like that he might lose the hand altogether. Tavin was pretty much out of ideas... He couldn't keep this up, he was fighting a losing battle since despite his numerous attacks which normally killed monsters, He didn't seem to be doing anything to this monster. Tavin had tried pretty much everything he could, and was very close to just leaving. He could not win against this monster. not without losing his limbs. Tavin wrapped his hand and disappeared into the night, It was obvious he was utterly outmatched by the monster, there was no way he could defeat the thing and there was no point in his dying for no reason. Tavin left, and returned home to his father and explained to him the situation, they would have to call someone in much more powerful than tavin since his most powerful attacks didn't even phase the monster. Maybe he could call in one of those monster heros like Perun or the such. Someone who might be on par with such a powerful being. Tavin's father worked on his arms as he listened to Tavin's story. "This is bad, Tavin." He turned on the radio. Flipping through the channels, the disc jockeys were issuing bulletins of weird monster attacks on people in the street. The descriptions matched the three monsters that the Dark had encountered. "We need to do something about this. I will handle the monster you couldn't touch if you can handle the other two. We need to hold them until daylight if we can." Tavin nodded to his father, "Nothing ventured nothing gained... Lets go!" Tavin had his choice of the Scythe at the Vietnam wall, or the Monster Rancher making his way along Massachusetts Avenue. Tavin had already dealt with the scythe once, he figured why not once again. Tavin's teleport took him across town in time to see the devil rider fling a slash of energy at the traffic. The blade blasted a car apart. Tavin was taking no chances this time, he fired off his first attack while the rider was distracted, he saw how effective the darklings had been on the last rider so he figured he should start with that. He released the darklings at the riders back and smiled as they swarmed about the rider and dug themselves inside his body and slowed the monsters movements. "Hey, punk!" You didn't forget about me did you? I said I was coming back for you. Let's dance." Tavin had seen the monster fight twice now and he was prepared for its attacks. He got ready to unleash his second attack, the darkflame began to grow inside him but he waited for the monster to move. "You should have taken the deal." The Scythe slung another blade at a car trapped by traffic. The blade sliced through the windows, and the passengers. "You wanted to fight it out. Big mistake for all these innocent civilians." Tavin looked at the destruction caused by the scythe wielder, he prepared and fired, Unleashing the Darklings on the monster again, obviously this guy was a little faster than the other but he had to slow the thing down and then he would smash him. Tavin looked at the monster... "Perchance you are correct lowly summoned beast, maybe I should have taken your deal, but it sure seemed just like what we are doing now... so... Fight me and lets get this over with, I am hunting you, so stop acting like a child bully attacking the defenseless and face your destruction like a real... well whatever the hell you are." "I'm just doing my job." The Scythe raised his weapon, ready to sling blades among the bystanders. "Your job eh? well then... What exactly is your job and why not try flinging one of those things this way." Tavin knew he needed to make sure that he didn't get hit with one of those vicious attacks. He reached out again and called to another group of Darklings... *"Assist your brethren and stop his movements, invade him and keep your master's enemy from attacking or moving." Tavin prepared for the Scythe slinger's attack and reached out with his own. The darklings sprung from his shadow and leapt all the way across to the monster and began to burrow their way in, within milliseconds they were inside the monster and slowing him down as well. The Scythe moved down the street, wobbling under the three attacks. He swung his blade, barely able to hold it on course. A sweeping blade landed at Tavin's feet and exploded. Cars on either side of the shadow fighter were punctured by the exploding blade. Tavin smirked, good the monster was after him now, while it was good it was after him instead of the innocent people he was still after tavin... guess I have to take the fight to him. Tavin leapt into the air using the shadows as a springboard and willing them to propel hi forward toward the scythe, they grabbed him in mid air and landed him gently behind the beast,) as he landed the boy reached out and touched the monster with his hand and enacted his shadow shredding claws which tore into the scythe wielder's back. Sparks leap off the back of the creature as his coat is ripped along the shoulders. The Scythe realized he had been slowed down by whatever the Dark had done to him. He decided to get away so he could recover. He roared off on his motorcycle, vanishing in the distance.

Re: Looking for a thread I found this after a quick search. I dont know if it is what you are looking for. CES http://skippyslist.com/?page_id=3

Re: Looking for a thread There was list for something called Skippy's list. For ex: #) You are not allowed to have patriotic porn I think there is one for Mr. Welch too but I am not sure. CES

Re: Teen Guardians Mike has taken over the campaign, running an adventure set on Saturday called the Incubus Files. CES

Re: Teen Guardians Wednesday the Third 8:00 pm The three guardians rode back up to the battlefield. The car was still there, trapped by the trees from falling into the valley. The roof was gone. A series of holes punched through the metal seemed to be the reason due to the scalloped edges. Blanche Devoreaux was also gone, leaving behind severed ropes and a note saying congratulations. Thursday the Fourth 8:00 am Mr. Four started down toward the boat, keeping an eye for the land whales the sailors seemed to be chasing. Nariko spotted the harpoons in the front of the craft. They seemed to be made of glass, fitted into an old style thrower. "They're actually sort of pretty...", Nariko said, gesturing towards the deadly, shard-like harpoons. "Maybe they don't have enough metal on this planet to make weapons with..." -- "Maybe the glass is made of the most common thing they do have." Four started gently down. "The recall devices are in the armor. Try not to get separated from them. Whaling expeditions are full of sailors who like young ladies."