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Re: Thinking About the Supernatural Setting Not really. I dont get to watch it like I want to. I know their dad is a good magician, and there are other psychics and things. That stuff can cost during character building. CES

Re: [Just a thought] Star Fox HERO Blowing up Andross for good, death duels with Star Wolf, explanation for the spirit things from the Dinosaur planet, General Pepper in action, more power armor. That's just the top of my head. CES

Re: Post-Apocalyptic Anime Limitations? Probably Charges, real weapon. The heroes tend to have inhuman abilities of one sort or another. CES

Re: Thinking About the Supernatural Setting What kind of point total are you talking SP? CES

Re: Post-Apocalyptic Anime Of the ones that I have seen on your list some of the common themes are the world is devastated, or running down. Monsters are attacking enclaves of civilization with is fighting back with whatever is at hand. The tech level varies but some high tech mixed with low tech seems to be common. Some special abilities are possessed by members of the worlds. CES

Re: Teen Guardians "Woah! Slow down a bit!" Obediently, Patty slowed her pace-for her, it was a slow walk even though she wanted to move faster; for Tammy or any of the more normally movement-enabled, it was pushing towards a run. It was always a little exhausting to listen to Patty talking on automatic! "I haven't had a chance to get their numbers yet. Something to do when we meet up. Eric may know them; guys tend to hang out together." "I hope so because otherwise we'll be back up the same creek we started without anyone in the same place at the same time and we really need to put our heads together to talk this through so that we have a good plan of going into battle and stuff because I don't think this Heartbreaker is playing or anything didn't Hardball or someone say something about him knowing her or something I don't remember you might not have been there that's when they blasted me out of the ice I froze my tucchiss off that was just flat rough until teamwork won the day." There she went again--she slowed her pace down once again. No sense in leaving Tammy behind and hitting the gas until air-friction ignited her clothing. Again. If not, it was going to be difficult to contact the others. "Are you going to look at those samples before we meet the others?" Tammy still wasn't sure what the plan was. "Yeah," Patty said, her mind racing as fast as her monologue, "but I can't use the school lab now and I don't know what I'm looking for other than abnormalities and who knows what's there your dad has that little lab in the basement right he used to because I remember the first time around that we both caught hell for making a mess even though we later on went and cleaned it up but i really need to use the centerfuge and that little microscope of his I have one but his is a hell of a lot better than mine and besides I want to take this shirt and take a look at the residue of the vice principal because that's where the blood came from if we can get that..." "Maybe we could send up a flare," she joked, jogging beside Patty. They were going to have to get their comms sorted out. "We can get the home phones of some of the others from the phone book. Those we know the identities of, at least. It would have to be a pretty guarded conversation, though." She looked at Tammy. "We need a plan and maybe science can help us get there and I'll show you where the headquarters is because I kinda stumbled onto it last night." The blonde girl bit her tongue, trying to not speak too much. "My house first, your house next, then the HQ." "OK. My dad's probably out at the moment, if you want to try his lab, otherwise we can go straight on to the headquarters. I'm glad you know where it is!" Eric cursed at the text message as he made a u-turn from his changing station towards the exit Hardball had already made his move to get going but he was certainly not the type to get caught. Besides with the sound of sirens, it was a sure bet this incident was planned to get them caught. A possible frame up. Not good. Rushing out the exit Eric made his way off school grounds. Behind him, Eric heard the announcement that the school was having a fire drill. All of the students would be coming out the back of the school toward him. Ahead was a fence and the street leading into the neighborhood beyond. "Well at least this is a good sign." He announced to himself as he got outside with other students. Generally teachers were not really looking for specific students so should be able to slip away and perhaps meet up with the others over at Patty's house. He moved over the fence and began working his way towards her house. After all they had the sample and they needed information pronto. Fighting a nut in the dark with her holding all the cards was not his idea of fun. Eric was over the fence and out on the street as the first students rolled out of the flat school in a multicolored cloud. Now all he had to do was make his way to a bus stop and cross town without being seen unless he wanted to use his grapple gun in the residential neighborhood. Hardball heard the announcement of the fire-drill as he slipped on his mask. *Good* he thought *The halls will be deserted, no-one to overreact to my appearance, last think I need is someone thinking I had anything to do with the (O.k. technically the psycho-bint is sending me bloody valentines so it is mostly my fault, still..) As he opened the door he heard the sirens. *Less good, have to avoid them and get ... where? The new HQ? Somebody's house? Thank goodness I have a 'man on the inside'. He pulled out and turned on the 'Ballphone' (the mobile he used as Hardball (Complete with 'nifty' baseball themed casing and screensaver and 'Take me out to the ballgame' as it's ringtone) as distinct from Anthony's (which was far cooler) and txted Eric (or EMP, or whatever he was calling himself these at the moment): Where 2? He set the phone to silent and began his escape. Hardball heard the talking of students and teachers as they headed for the back of the building. The cops were obviously herding them away from the crime scene. A glance showed him the lines on the move to his left. A exit should be to his right then left that would take him out to the bus parking lot. Eric stopped as his phone vibrated against him. He nodded to himself, and typed 'Bunnies house' as that was the nick name he'd used for Patty. The phone rings...and rings...and rings...and then the answering machine picks up. "Hello, you've reached the Antres residence; we're not currently available to come to the telephone right now: if you would leave your name, number and a brief message, we'll get back to you as soon as possible." A moment later, there is a 'Beep' on the phone. Obviously, Patricia isn't home yet--and neither is anyone else.

Re: The New Circle 2 Background Information: The hero known as Mr. Creature was first noticed around the time that the British had taken control of India. Rumors persist of many before this one, and the line has stretched into modern times. The current hero is Radu Singh. Radu hails from a small village in Eastern India. His father taught him things about the surrounding jungle, about the villages, about animals. Occasionally the older Singh would vanish for a few days, returning a little worn, sometimes wounded. Finally Radu learned his father's secret when the older man returned after one such foray into the jungle. He was told that the Singhs had been fighting for the jungles for a long time, trying to preserve the natural balance of things. The elder Singh had lost this particular battle. Before he died, Radu's father handed over the suit the Singhs' had passed down from one generation to the next. He made Radu find something from an animal, the remains of a turtle shell in this case, and sew it into the already crowded suit as a patch for the bullet hole in it. This ritual adding on to the sacred vestments filled Radu with power. Radu took his position as the next in line as Mr. Creature. As the protector of the wilderness, he has journeyed away from his home more than most of his predecessors, joining the loose network of heroes known as the Rovers, and clashing with both the Scarlet Moon and Demon over their plans to despoil the Earth. Quote: "The panda is angry, my friend, very angry." Personality: Radu takes his mission seriously as the protector of the jungles, but he is prone to play strange tricks on any he catches doing wrong. Poachers have been hounded for days with animal attacks, traps, and other things. Radu likes to let Nature take its course with only a small helping hand from him. Appearance: Radu is a thin man, with brown hair and eyes. He usually dresses in shirts and pants woven from natural plants in the wilderness. Mr. Creature is a thing consisting of different patches of animal skin, and feathers, and one turtle shell sown together in a suit of clothes. Even the hood over the head is of similar construction. Powers: As Mr. Creature, Radu possesses any animal power that occurs in the wild. He can fly, tunnel, even swim like a fish. He can talk to and command any animal that he comes across. Lastly he can summon spirits of a type and pour them into normal animals to make something more. These three powers combined allow Radu to sit back and act behind the scenes. He can go anywhere an animal can, even burrowing through concrete. Animals are natural spies, and commandoes, even without his prompting. With a human mind behind their efforts, sabotage becomes that much more effective. And when that isn't enough, he can boost their abilities with some spirit help. Nothing is scarier than squirrels armed with thunderbolts.

Re: The Magistracy's Baby Jerry Silver lit up a cigarette as he walked into the conference room at the tower. He nodded to his guests as he headed for his chair. It was the most comfortable one there. He didn't like to spend a lot of time talking to people he barely knew. The Persian, Jonah Charles, and Crystalmach had decided to visit from the CORPS. They wanted a shot at Stafford. He had been a thorn in their side when they first started, working for some guy called Hellspur. The Pointer had dropped by with official word from D.C. that the School wanted Stafford also. He was a mercenary operating in their superhuman mandate, and the boys on the hill wanted him gone. That meant their watchdogs were also looking for the Halberdier. Silver wasn't giving up anything to what he considered special interests. One of his guys had been hurt. No one was going to tell him to back off under his own roof. That's the feeling he was getting from his guests. They were going to be disappointed. "What do I owe the pleasure of this visit?," Silver asked, leaning back in his chair. "I want what you got on the Halberdier," said Pointer, wearing the standard suit that most FBI agents wore, badge on his belt. He didn't need whatever weapon the Bureau issued. The ones he manifested worked better. "It's that simple." "So what," said Silver. "You know better than that. I want access to the information the world's intelligence services gather. We both know it ain't going to happen." "Maybe we can work out some kind of exchange," said Charles, a tall thin man in an expensive suit. He looked like a peanut on top of a grass blade. "The School wants Stafford for crimes. WE want the people he used to work for. You want him for whatever he's doing now. Let's make a deal." "Tell me you're kidding," said Pointer, rounding on the taller man. "Tell me you don't know this is international soil so you can't do anything unless you're ready to declare war," said Charles, pulling out a pipe and stuffing the bowl full. "Let's not kid ourselves. All I'm asking is five minutes of Stafford's time." "What are you giving me in return?," asked Silver. The beanpole had con man written all over him, but he had cut to the heart of the matter without trying. "Crys is good at finding people," said Charles, indicating the woman in brown and yellow. A tiara of clear stones held her long brown hair back from her face. "Her expert help for five minutes with Stafford." "Agreed," said Silver. His expert had been taken to the sick bay with bullet holes in the chest. Public had done something to keep the Chemist alive where they had been attacked, but the magician was out of the fight for now. "You can't do that," said Pointer. "Diplomatic immunity and the approval of the UN security council says I can," said Silver, puffing on his cigarette. "I guess you could try and rescind my charter but we both know the State Department couldn't get that done in a month of Sundays, kid." Pointer looked at the others. He was in a bad bargaining position, and knew it. On the other hand, he didn't have anything to lose by sharing what did come into the School's hands until they had Stafford in hand. "I can't promise access to any classified network," he finally said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I can get clearance for you to see things we have gathered on Stafford in the last few years since he came on the scene." "That's a start I guess," said Silver, putting the cigarette out in a plain ashtray. "This is what we got. Stafford stole some pages from something called the St. Swithin display at a museum earlier. We were able to identify them from the curator of the place." Silver pushed a couple of buttons. He wasn't great with computers but he had been looking at pictures earlier so it wasn't any big deal to reload them for the other screens. Pages with arcane symbols and letters filled the screens after a few seconds. "Is it colder in here?," asked Charles, looking around. His pipe went in his mouth but it was unlit. "This is part of something else," said Crystalmach. Long fingers changed the arrangement of stones on a bracer covering one forearm. "There should be three more. I have heard of such things, but have never thought of seeing one." "It's definitely colder in here," said Charles, moving toward a bulkhead. The Persian moved in front of his boss, looking around also. Light played across his artificial eyes as he examined the room a little closer. The skin on his forearm broke apart to reveal a round orb. He had worked with Charles enough to trust the man's feelings. Something was going on. "We need a search, Crys," the Persian said. If the rest of his team had been present, he would pulled his com set from his belt pack and plugged it into his eye. "The ambient temperature is dropping in this room." Pointer and Silver looked around, but saw nothing. That didn't stop Pointer from flexing his left hand and gripping an invisible gun. He had been in a fight against the Persian before. If the synthetic man decided to get ready to fight something, there was an excellent chance there was something there to fight. Crystalmach changed the pattern of stones on her bracer. Light blasted out. Thin lines became things with claws and hooks. She added another stone to her alignment so that she could lock on to those shapes wherever they were. "Intruder alert, Reilly," Silver said into the intercom. "We have invisible bogies in the building." Klaxons sounded as Reilly hit the button. The operations officer had already been through one invasion of his domain. Two was getting on his nerves. "How bad is this?," asked Silver, lightning running up his arm. "Full scale invasion," said Crystalmach, pointing her bracer at the nearest shadow and punching the add on stone. The sending came apart under the light. "Any ideas how to stop them?," Silver asked, pointing a finger at another and letting fly a small thunderbolt. The electricity flung the line collection away. "I have them locked in this shape for the moment," said Crys. "If we had time I could banish them with some kind of ward wall." "We'll get you time enough to build one," said Pointer, ghost guns firing at shadows stupid enough to get in his way.

Re: xialin showdown Entry Four- Bob Lee is the typical Chinese American businessman who is also a mobster. He owns, or controls, a portion of the businesses that work in the borders of Chinatown. The ones that don't pay him a tax to prevent accidents. Bob Lee also runs a major crime syndicate. He specializes in the drug trade, and slavery. People are smuggled out of China on the promise of a new life. First they have to pay back the huge amount they are charged for this chance. Lee confines his interest to Chinatown herself. He has no interest in expanding outside of his small pond into the greater world beyond. He is not greedy, and is careful to avoid the various authorities who want to put him in jail, or deport him back home. Of course others don't share Lee's feelings. They want to take over other organizations and make them part of the Lee Umbrella. So far no one has put such a plan into motion. Everyone agrees that Bob's daughter, Jade, would be the way to push him in the direction they want. If she should happen to die, the new heir would probably be more compliant to their wants.

Re: xialin showdown Page 3- Jade brought up her arms to block, bracing against the wooden floor. The wind reached her protective human wall. The guards were blasted off their feet by the energy. She slid back on the floor, but kept her feet. The guards pulled pistols, regrouping from the blast as much as possible, aiming at the enraged thing. Bullets passed through it, warping the image of Song Wing Chun without doing damage. He glared at them. "This is not my beautiful home," he said, bringing his fist down on the wooden floor. Boards began to break apart around him from the blow. Jade saw that some of the patrons, especially in the path around her had been hurt by the sudden wind and flying furniture. A child cried in pain. "Stop what you're doing," she demanded. "You are not my beautiful wife," Wing Chun said. "Just hold on for a minute," Jade said.

Re: The New Circle Mr. Creature 1 Kenza Kim felt something move behind him. He turned, bringing his rifle up. He wanted to shoot, wanted to stop the feeling he was being followed. He just didn't have a target. Kim had been a poacher for many years, crossing the border with his catches and staying ahead of the law. He specialized in rare animals, dead or alive. The problem was there was someone in the area who didn't like the trade he was engaged in. This thing had already ran a few of Kim's colleagues into the ground. He had talked to one, a hunter named Mahdi. The man had talked about weird demon animals that attacked his camps in the night. Several other men had echoed the talk when he inquired why they had fled the field. Kim didn't believe in monsters, but poachers quitting or getting hurt before they reach some kind of authority meant something. He was smart enough to realize that. He just didn't know what yet. Kim checked his cart absently as he walked back down the trail. He had some pelts piled up under a disguise of fruit. He was crossing the border in a day. If his disguise failed, the penalty was severe. The idea of having his hands chopped off made sure he had done the best he could to create a believable cover for the guards and forest rangers he might encounter on his trip. On the other hand, Kim was deathly afraid of running into anything out here that might jeopardize his future profit making expeditions. He would rather lose one load and live to go back into the jungle than get caught, or killed. A branch moved down the trail. Kim brought his rifle up, peering to get a better look at whatever was hiding in the foliage. He hoped it wasn't someone he had to kill. He had done that once or twice. He hated it no matter how necessary for his freedom it might be. Two lambent eyes looked out through a hole in the low bushes. He could see the reflection of light from their green orbs. Might be another tiger to feed his family and run his estate for another few months. The poacher took aim, ready to fire if it charged. A tiger wouldn't give him a second chance. A frog leaped on the trail. Kim knew something was wrong at once. The amphibian was red all over, as big as a plate, and smoked as it moved. The hunter froze, uncertain what to do. A thing like that explained why everyone else thought this part of the jungle was haunted by demons. Then the frog belched flame at the poacher. The attack caught his shirt and arms on fire. He dropped the rifle and started beating his arms out to keep his burning at a minimum. Finally he dropped to the ground and shoved his arms into the dirt of the trail. A whimper escaped as he reckoned how much pain he would suffer when the shock wore off. More frogs joined the first on the trail. They glared at Kim with empty eyes. He could see flame building up in their gullets. The poacher got to his feet, and started running. The hidden hides would have been a good sale, but you can't make money if demon frogs set you on fire. The frogs watched Kim leave blankly. A man laughed quietly as he stepped out on the trail. Scales, fur, feathers, and at least one turtle shell made an outlandish costume that covered the newcomer from head to foot. "Well done, my friends," he said, a smile conveyed by his voice. "I couldn't have frightened him so well on my own. I think you should be getting back to your natural habitats before he comes back with help to look for the unnatural creatures that burned him." The head frog seemed to nod its bump of a head. Then it opened its mouth as far as it would go. Flame erupted into the air and vanished. Its followers did the same. A group of normal frogs looked at the man in the animal costume for a moment. Then they fled.

Re: The New Circle Character Name: Dr. Dream Real Name: Grant Beame Nationality: American Hair/Eye Color: Brown, Brown. Place of Birth: Louisville, Kentucky Date of Birth: 10/26/70 Height/Mass: 5'9", 185 pounds Cost Characteristic Value 0 STR 10 15 DEX 15 20 CON 20 20 BODY 20 10 INT 20 30 EGO 25 5 PRE 15 0 COM 10 PD 2 ED 4 SPD 2 REC 6 END 40 STUN 35 OCV: 5 DCV: 5 OECV: 8 DECV: 8 Phases: 6, 12 Cost Powers and Talents (END) Duplication (350 pt character) 70 pts, 100% altered (+1), feedback (-1), original body is comatose (-1), no conscious control (-1)and Extradimensional movement to dream zone (25 points), usable as attack (+1/2) no conscious control (-1), only to move duplicate (-1). 47 pts Cost Skills 3 KS: Medicine 13- 3 PS: Medicine 13- 3 Stealth 13- 3 Forensics 13- 3 KS: Pathology 13- 3 KS: Diseases 13- 3 Deduction 13- 3 Research 13- 1 Perk: Medical license 3 AK: Louisville 13- 3 AK: The Dream Zone 13- 3 Money well off (300,000 a year) 2 Reputation-Child Doctor 14- 16 Contact: Dr. Jonas Salk CDC. 100 Points Disadvantages 20 Protective of children 10 Hunted by the Bogeyman 11- 20 Code versus Killing 15 Secret Identity 35 DNPC: Hospital Pediatric Ward 11- CHA Cost = 100 Total Powers Cost = 47 Total Skills Cost = 53 Total Cost = 200 __________________ Character Name: Dr. Dream Real Name: Grant Beame Nationality: American Hair/Eye Color: Brown, Brown. Place of Birth: Louisville, Kentucky Date of Birth: 10/26/70Height/Mass: 5'9", 185 pounds Cost Characteristic Value 8 STR 18 15 DEX 15 20 CON 20 20 BODY 20 10 INT 20 30 EGO 25 5 PRE 15 0 COM 10 PD 2 ED 4 30 SPD 5 REC 6 END 40 STUN 35 OCV: 5 DCV: 5 OECV: 8 DECV: 8 Phases: 3,5,8,10,12 Cost Powers and Talents (END) Dream Suit: Armor 15ed/15pd 45 pts (OIF -1/2) 30 pts Dream Suit: Full Life Support 45 pts (OIF -1/2) 30 pts Night Stick Wand 60 point Multipower (OAF -1) 30 pts 3u Entangle 6d6, 6 def, OAF -1 3u Energy Blast 12d6, OAF -1 3u Flash 12d6 OAF (-1) 2u Teleport 30", OAF (-1), only inside the Dream Zone (-1) Imaginary 60 pt Variable power pool only to enhance own natural characteristics (-1) 30 pts Arsenal of dreams 60 pt Variable power pool for gadgets OIF (-½) 40 pts Lightning Reflexes +6 for all actions 9 pts Cost Skills 3 KS: Medicine 13- 3 PS: Medicine 13- 3 Stealth 13- 3 Forensics 13- 3 KS: Pathology 13- 3 KS: Diseases 13- 3 Deduction 13- 1 Perk: Medical license 3 AK: Louisville 13- 3 AK: The Dream Zone 13- 4 Contact Sandman 8- 150 Points Disadvantages 20 Protective of children 10 Hunted by the Bogeyman 11- 20 Code versus Killing 15 Secret Identity 35 DNPC: Hospital Pediatric Ward 11 15 Hunted by Demon 8- 15 Physical Limitation: Can't exist when Dr. Beame is awake 10 Rivalry with the Sandman 10 Reputation: Meddler in Dreams 11- CHA Cost = 100 Total Powers Cost = 180 Total Skills Cost = 70 Total Cost = 350_________________ Plot Hook 1) Trapped by a storm near Louisville, the characters begin having bad dreams. News of a similar thing combated by the local hospital gives them a clue to ask for help. Plot Hook 2) One character finds himself lost in a surreal landscape after an accident. Someone has to go in and get him. None of the other characters has the necessary powers to do the rescue so they have to find someone who can. Plot Hook 3) The world is having nightmares. Everything points to a disturbance in the dream zone reaching into the real world. Someone has to go in and fix the problem. Character Notes: This character is based on the Simon and Kirby Sandman from the seventies. I don't know if I modeled the duplication right, but every time Dr. Beame falls asleep, he sends his other self to work in the dream zone. Well that's how it's supposed to work. As a Rover, Beame has limited access since he is only active versus nightmares. His status is debated since he has only worked extensively with Tim Timmson.

Re: HCPD - The 13th District (Campaign Idea) 2) When dealing with the supernatural, should D13 be more tech-oriented and not have any supernatural elements like spellcasters on the payroll? This would be something more like Ghostbusters in a way. Also, I could imagine the type of CSI work that might go on, with supernatural effects classified and typed in a scientific method in D13's files. The equipment will have to be there to deal with the monsters. I think ultraviolet and Blade had UV lamps for vampires, Particle guns for ghosts, silver for werewolves. Plus someone will have to be the researcher to find out the weaknesses of each in the vast library. CES

Re: Teen Guardians Patty grabbed Tammy's arm. "C'mon let's go because this is just going to get worse and worse and we'll never catch anybody expecially Heartbreaker lets hope that Eric gets with everybody else because Hardball especially needs to know about this and we'll just meet them at the Headquarters have you ever been there DADDY" she said, changing topic and target of her continuous spiel, "Tammy's going to walk home with me I don't feel good I just want to lay down for a while okay?" That done, she changed direction and headed, instead of towards the cops, half-dragging, half guiding the other girl in the direction of the sidewalk and then off towards home--and hoping that the others managed to make good their escape from the school as well... The police rolled to a stop, the officer talking to Patty's dad before he could stop them. Thirty feet and they were halfway across the parking lot heading for the street. "Lets go lets go lets go before anybody stops us..." Patty grabbed Tammy's elbow and not-quite hauled the other girl off after her... The girls could see the policemen start inside the building. There were only two so far. Both knew that more would follow. A battered blue mustang pulled into the parking lot as they reached the street. Both recognized nosy reporter Carl coming to the story. Anthony took the letter and stuffed it into his pocket. He walked out of the room with conviction, not stopping for anyone and headed toward the changing rooms where his stuff was waiting for him. The teen hurler saw police on the door, but no Patty or Tammy. They must have got away. Patty's dad was talking to the first responders. The way his hands moved told the story. Anthony knew that Eric and Jason would have changed to their alter egos. He also knew that the police would start a search of the building for clues. He didn't have long to change before they started going through lockers. "I don't wanna talk to him do you want to talk to him I think he might be behind half the crime waves in the city kind of an evil Peter Parker type dude because every time something goes wrong he's right there," Patty hissed. "What do you think?," she asked Tammy. The reporter pulled up in a space across from the front of the school. He got out and started taking pictures of the building, the cops, Patty's dad. He pulled out a tape recorder and started talking to the witness. Jason quickly ran(shrunken) to the office to search for clues, before the police got started. Titan saw the body laying where it had fallen. The chest was open to the world with the internal organs burned away. The PA system had a hole in it from the blast. Titan heard the front doors open in the quiet hall, and the sound of approaching voices. Titan took a quick look around for a good hiding place. Someplace the police wouldn't look. The best place looked like the secretary's desk. That was well away from the central violence of the thing. Anthony grabbed his stuff and headed for the janitor's closet which opened with a good whack on the lock. He went inside and began to change. "We are having a fire drill," said Mrs. Skinner. "At the bell, everyone please file out the back of the building and wait with your classes. Thank you." A second later the class bell rang.

Re: Help Me Populate A Creepy Hotel The Trophy Case: A case hangs above the desk. Inside is a badge, or trophy, or anything else that looks like a reward. Naturally the trophy changes every now and then as new rewards are given to the the hotel. It's just some of the organization names seem weird to the casual inspector. CES

Re: [Game Idea] Beacons in the Night I was in a game like this. One of the players had a basilisk, another a monster who could be a film slasher, a void, and I had a character based on Joe Baldwin's Lamp.

Re: The Magistracy's Baby 3 The Halberdier took aim at his patron in suppressed anger. Two more seconds would have stopped the Chemist and John Public for good. Now he was facing having to deal with them when they were aware he was out there looking for them. "Send me back," he said. "I still have a job to do." "You work for me, Mr. Stafford," said the writer, smiling slightly. "The parchment please. You have three more stops to make." "The Magistracy aren't a joke," said Stafford, lowering the pistol. "I'll need to hire backup if you want your precious pages." "I will pay the extra amount as long as you bring the other pieces in the required time," said the magician. "If the Chemist lived, it will not take him long to try and counter us." "Let me make a phone call," said Stafford, holstering the pistol. He pulled out a phone, dialed a number, and talked for a few minutes. He handed the phone over to the magician. There was a buzzing sound before the cell was returned. Locations were given to the voice on the other end of the call. "It's in motion," the Halberdier said, closing the phone. "Thank you," said the master of the world, taking the loose page from his hireling. "You should have plenty of time to get the rest." "We'll see," said Stafford. "Energize me." The mercenary vanished in the glow of a floating letter. The master of the world knew Stafford would get the things he needed or die trying. His mercenary code made sure of that. The magician took the page and placed it on a template he had created years ago in anticipation of what he was going to do when the stars were right. The pieces of paper glowed, rearranging themselves on the metal plate. Unknown letters lit along the sides before fading out again. This was the most important thing he had undertaken in a century. The Chemist had stood in his way the last time as well. Maybe he should have sent Stafford back to finish the job. Nothing to do about it now. The Magistracy would have to be kept busy for a little bit. The magician went to the screens on the wall. A finger scribble lit up pictures of the tower where it sat in the middle of the Atlantic. Silver had visitors from the aircraft landing in the raised hangar bays near the top of the building. This was a perfect opportunity. The master of the world wrote on the screen. He didn't expect much from his spell. The Chemist would have put some kind of wards in place to keep out the type of sending he was doing. Still some of it might get through since the other writer was wounded. That's all he needed at the moment. A distraction to the Magistracy and its allies would keep them from trying to find out what Stafford had taken, and what the real goal of things were. Someone might piece it together, but what was the worth of things without a little risk. The master of the world went to his desk. He still had papers to sign, orders to give, things to take care of while he was engaged in his side project. He delegated where possible, but he still had to personally see to things just to make sure his ship had smooth sailing. The world will be a different place after the birth of his child. He would finally take the time to arrange things the way they should be. The other writers like the Chemist would be swept aside. There would be a wave of magic on the face of the Earth unlike any in the history of the world. Of course the toll on civilization would be devastating to say the least. Preparations were on the way to make sure only the right people survived the cataclysm ahead. He would rule not only behind the scenes but as the savior of mankind. He idly wondered how many of the non-chosen would die in the future. The smaller the number of survivors, the less to worry about. Especially when he had a corps of writers at his disposal to shape as he wanted.

Re: xialin showdown Entry Three- The ghosts created by the Ghost King are completely random. He summons the energy from the available protoplasm, selects a location to activate it, then watches the results. An example is Song Wing Chun. The Ghost King wants the Tea House cleared for his own reasons. He activated the protoplasm in the area, not really knowing what would appear to carry out his wishes. Wing Chun appeared in the restaurant. Having lived on the site a hundred years ago, having a business built on his memories fed into the engrained rage placed when he was summoned. That combined with the wants of his summoner makes his job of clearing the building that much more desirable in his own mind. His rage also allows him to use spirit abilities beyond the normal desolidfication and flight. This mental ability allows him to harm the normal world without being harmed by normal things.

Re: I need you advice? Assistance, Help? If your guys have been in action for a while, their enemies (if they have any)should be coming after them in some way. In a table top game I ran, the heroes blew up the villains' base but didn't get all of the villains. So when the villain showed up wanting satisfaction, they knew they were in trouble. CES

Re: xialin showdown Page 2- "I trust you fine," said Woo, working the chopsticks. "It's bad manners to have your free hand on the table." A chill swept over Jade, freezing her breath in the air. The wine glasses were frosted where they stood. "Sure if you say so," said Jade. Then she jumped up out of her seat and looked around, trying to find who, or what, just caused the chill as she said, "What the hell is going on here?" Jade's bodyguards crowded around her smaller body, gorillas in suits looking for trouble. The other patrons noticed the chill, asking the waiters what was going on. One man stood silently in the middle of the open air restaurant. His hair style and clothes harkened back to the old days of the old country. He looked around him, hands clenching and unclenching into fists. Jade put a hand on one of her guards in front of her and said, "Move. Let me through." And he does as he is told even though he does not like it. Jade walked forward, her kimono flowing around her as she moved, and her nails gleamed as she swept her hand around as she looks at the gentleman standing there and asked, "What is the meaning of this...Who are you and why are you here?" "You are not my beautiful wife," said the strange newcomer. "This is not my beautiful house. How did I get here?" "No, I am not your wife and this is not your home. This is my family's Tea House and as for how you got here and who you are, that is what I would like to know," said Jade with a soft smile on her face. "You built a tea house where I live," said the stranger. "You have no right to do that." The bodyguards flanked Jade to prevent the newcomer from doing anything rash and getting them in trouble. Small streaks of white dotted the floor under the man's soft shoes. "Look, I'm sorry that my family's Tea House is built where you used to live, but your home is not here anymore and I hate to break it to you and I'm not sure if you don't realize it yet, but you're dead. And this is not your home or land any more. So if there is anything I can do to help your soul to pass over, I will be more then happy to help," said Jade. "This is not my beautiful house," said the ghost stranger. Jade saw he was making some kind of move. It looked like a swing through empty air, but she could feel some kind of power building, and it was coming right at her hemmed in by her bodyguards like some hungry beast made of air.

Re: xialin showdown Looks good to me too, mac. CES

Re: What Fantasy/Sci-Fi book have you just finished? Please rate it... Just finished Some Golden Harbor by David Drake. Commander Leary has been sent to settle an invasion attempt on another planet outside of his nation's borders. The problem is his vessel is a corvette with almost no weapons. Time to beg, borrow, and mostly steal what he needs to get the job done. CES

Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group... The dinosaur, angered and frightening by the sudden attack, rushed to join its companions as they stampeded to the northwest, a direction that took them farther out of range and into the center of the plateau. Since the dinosaurs were fleeing, Fal Ko waved his companions down. "Let's go," he said. "We've done enough damage here."

Re: The New Circle Dr. Dream 2 Background Information: Dr. Grant Beame specialized in pediatrics, feeling that treating children was helping the future in some way. Beame was devoted to helping others, even spending more time at the children's ward than he could afford. He was on the verge of a breakdown when he encountered his toughest case ever. Children were coming into Brenner's unable to sleep. They stayed awake screaming, scared to death. Some even died from this. If the hospital put them to sleep, they died in their sleep almost immediately. No one had an idea what to do. If they stayed awake, they screamed until they died. If they were knocked out, the child died instantly. It was like nothing Beame and his colleagues had ever seen before. They didn't have a course of treatment they felt could work. Something was attacking these kids while they were asleep. That was the consensus. They just couldn't figure out what. They kept them in quarantine and hoped something would turn up. Dr. Beame, at the edge of collapse, fell asleep in the isolated children's ward. One second he was filling out charts, the next he was looking at some foggy blacked out city. Someone ran into him. Snatching that little person up, Dr. Beame recognized one of his patients that had been awake when he had been. They must have fallen asleep at the same time. "You have to save me," the boy screamed. "He's coming for me. Please. Please do something." A thing like a mechanical dragon emerged from an alley. It roared when it saw the two together. Dr. Beame pulled the child behind him, running from the dragon. He didn't know what was going on, but he needed a weapon to deal with that thing. He picked up a banner pole they passed as they ran. It wasn't much, but it was the best he could do at the moment. He had an idea that if he died in his sleep, then he would die in the real world. The steam dragon surprised the dreamers, smashing through a window in front of them. Dr. Beame didn't hesitate. He flung his makeshift spear into the eye of the beast before it could do anything more than open its mouth. A burst of steam escaped the smashed socket. Dr. Beame grabbed the pole and jammed it in as far as he could. The beast wailed, and thrashed around, shattering the walls of the buildings around it. Then it vanished in a puff of smoke. "There are more of them," said the boy. "There won't be," said the doctor, hefting his weapon. "This is a dream, and we run it, not them." Dr. Beame has found he can enter the dream dimension in his sleep ever since, meeting the Sandman, building an armor and weapons to help fight the nightmares that want to destroy the sleeping. As a Rover, Beame has worked on several cases with the others, but his specialized area of operations means he is more on his own in his home ground, and only needs to help the others in cases of some kind of sleep disorder. Quote: "The doctor is operating." Personality: Grant Beame has very little social life outside of work. He spends every working hour with patients, patients' relatives, other doctors. He most likely to grab food from the hospital diner, and sleep in a spare room off the pediatrics ward. As Dr. Dream, Beame knows that he has very little time in the dream zone before his patient wakes up. That pushes him to hurry with his adventure before he is sent back to the real world. That makes his demeanor come across as impatient in the extreme. Appearance: Beame is an ordinary looking man, thin, slightly balding. He usually wears scrubs since he is at the hospital more than he should be. When he does take a day off, he can be found wearing casual clothes. In the dream zone, Beame is encased in green and silver armor, with a green and silver helmet that covers most of his head. A green cape hangs down from the shoulders to about mid thigh. Powers: Dr. Dream has one real power: the ability to mentally enter the dream zone when he is asleep. Once in the dream zone, he can use his imagination to create the variable wand, and his armor, he uses to battle the dream wraiths that threaten dreamers.

Re: What Fantasy/Sci-Fi book have you just finished? Please rate it... It has been a while since I read anything by Graham Masterson, but I saw Night Wars and picked it up. Night Warriors are ordinary people who gain weapons and abilities to protect dreams. The problem is demons use dreams to carry out their schemes. So when a demon wants to use babies to learn the secret of creation to pull it apart, it's up to the heroes to go into dreams and stop it at the risk of their own lives. CES