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Re: New Avengers? Roy Thomas is a lot better writer than Bendis. CES

Re: TV Teen Titans The really funny part is how Slade was telling Robin a deal is a deal when Trigon reneged. CES

Re: Friendly faces in the Post-Apocalypse The way you described your setting, you are almost certainly going to need mutant gunfighters to enforce the law, run off scavengers, and complicate things no end. CES

Re: New Avengers? I think most agree with you, Rik. Bendis could have put together a better team out of all the characters Marvel owns. Someone pointed out that he only likes to use certain characters for whatever reason. CES

Re: Lil' Slugger Question What do you plan to do, Shadow Walker? Mike is dead on in my opinion as far as writeups go. It's a weird show, like a seventies horror movie. CES

Re: TV Teen Titans Just ask for a repost, Edsel. If anyone has the files, I am sure they will put up something. Maybe even do the HIve Five along with it. CES

Re: Campaign Ideas: Why are they on this ship? A lot depends on the crew's employment status. If they are military/government, they are ordered to be on the ship. If it is commercial, the crew has to decide on their line of employment, and what they bring to the table when they make a character. I guess what I am trying to say is a career choice will help hammer out that much of the campaign. CES

Re: Lil' Slugger Question Probably Desolid too, Mike. He does walk through a wall after he kills the copycat in his cell. Maybe detect mental problems, and/or spirits since he is attracted to people who are nearing a nervous breakdown, and dealing with the three dead people. CES

Re: Lil' Slugger Question I'm surprised that the anime experts haven't said anything. I'm watching it. A bunch of copycats attacking people inspired by a hallucination could be interesting, but it would be in the weird villain type way. CES

Re: Silver's Magistracy Thanks, H. I am about halfway through. All I need is the gang getting back together, confrontation with the villain, and the epilogue. CES

Ross Mulder 2 Rosswell Mulder had always been interested in all types of magic. He read everything he could find on the subject, training himself to perform the simple tricks in the books. He prided himself that he was as good as some of the magicians he had seen on television and person. Ross wished he could learn real magic, the kind being demonstrated across the globe by such as Witchcraft and the Demonologist. It would satisfy a yearning that he felt to shape the forces of the universe. Ross's wish was granted by chance. Ross was driving not too far from his home in Florida when a large meteor descended from the sky smashing into his chest. He was hurled clear from the burning wreck of his car, and lay in a ditch for some hours before he was found by amateur astronomers trying to track down where a meteor they had been tracking should have crashed to the ground. They rushed the wounded Mulder to the nearest hospital, calling the fire department to put out the burning remains of his car. The doctors discovered the rock in Ross's chest. X-rays revealed that it had driven too close to his heart to operate without the chance of killing him. It wasn't hurting him in any other way than the hole in his chest, so they patched what they could and left the stone alone. After Ross recovered from his injury, he landed a job as a magician's assistant. That was when his command of forces beyond the everyday became evident as he learned that he could command things to be other than what they were. The only drawback was the invisible audience that clapped whenever he performed a new trick. Ross built up an act that he eventually took on the road, becoming famous as an illusionist and escape artist. That allowed him to explain his new wealth to the IRS as he grew in stature as a stage magician to any that can't see his ability to change reality. Ross also became involved in several mysterious crimes which he solved with the help of his powers. That led him to be considered an amateur detective that would help the police solve the most baffling cases when his show permitted.

Re: Silver's Magistracy 5 John Public cracked his knuckles as he walked toward the entrenched soldiers in the wreckage of a building near the Fulton County courthouse. In a city this size, everyone was filling him with speed and power. That was what made him John Public, and that was what made him smile. All eyes were on the tall man in the gray business suit as he strode from the police lines. None noticed the slimmer, shorter woman in red and green before she was wreaking havoc among the black armored troopers with her speed. John leaped into action, not fast enough to keep up with Quick, not really trying. There was a small force present for the amount of destruction caused by their arrival. The speedster could deal with them on her own. Her velocity would give her blows an impact that could stun a rhino. Ordinary men in armor wouldn't have a chance. John wanted one of them to question, just as he knew the others would be trying to do the same thing at their own crime scenes. A soldier tried aiming a rifle at the man in the suit. The lobster was surprised when he couldn't line up on the average looking man, even more surprised when the firearm came apart in his hands as green and red lightning passed by. Public grabbed the man's faceplate, holding his eyes with eyes darkening to a pitch black. "Let me have it," said John, sifting through the man's memories in a matter of seconds. When he was done, he used a piece of rebar from the pile of debris to tie the man up. John examined the battlefield as he put the stolen thoughts aside so he could help finish the job. Quick had forced the remnants of the intruding army into an enclosed area they had blocked off to keep her at a distance so they could shoot at her without allowing her great speed to let her get close enough to them. She ducked the multiple bubbles of energy patiently. Their ammunition would run out long before she was tired of the practice in control of her powers. John knew they couldn't wait that long. He picked up a giant piece of concrete and swung it high overhead. He flung it at the makeshift wall holding the last of the black armored troops. He aimed high to avoid killing them if he could. Accidents happened but he would rather not intentionally kill someone if he didn't have to. The projectile smashed against the barrier, breaking it with a wide gap. Soldiers, the ones not lucky enough to get out of the way, were blasted aside. Broken bones were the least of their problems. The survivors watched in horror as the man in the gray suit picked up another wrecking ball with which to crush them. They surrendered, letting their weapons drop to the ground, empty hands reaching for the sky. "That worked better than I expected," John said, waiting for Atlanta's defenders to secure the prisoners before letting his hammer drop to the ground. "We still have a lot of survivors to look for once we have those nitwits cleared out," said Quick. John nodded in silent agreement. This was going to be something that would carry well into the night. That would have to wait until they stopped the hostile force involved. "This is the Chemist," said the familiar voice, echoing in John's mind. Quick's wince made it obvious that she had heard the same mental transmission. "Be on the look out for this man." Information flooded their minds as the magician beamed what he had taken from his own prisoner to them. John responded with the knowledge that the general sought by Jerry Silver wasn't present among those he had helped capture. None of the prisoners knew where their commander actually was, but knew he had planned to arrive with the their reserve, and mobile base headquarters

Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group... In the HU mail game I am running, a group of players are trying to deal with an imposed dream. Ashlee (Liz) and Nathan (Clyde) have just caught up with and were separated from Jacob (Jim). Ashlee sent a long post on how she would hold people together if they had to so they wouldn't be separated again. This is the reply from Clyde: Oh yeah! She *so* wants me! thought Nathan to himself as Ash finished her little speech, then replied, "Sure thing, Sweets." CES

Re: Speedball You have me there. I have never heard of it. CES

Re: Speedball Don't forget your criminal elements who should be trying to fix the game, or offering super steroids, drug use, gambling. CES

Re: Speedball I couldn't tell you if the game would be limited or not, Fred. A lot would depend on what you want to do. I imagine it would be as limited as any sport based campaign. It would probably be a heroic game at best, unless the athletes are superhuman. CES

Re: Who would be in this group? Samurai Jack would be high on my list. Danny Phantom. Maybe the Crimson Chin. Just depends. CES

Re: Master and Commander, Star Hero style. David Drake also does the same for his Lt. Leary books. CES

Re: Speedball Yes. You would have to put some flesh on the background, and work out what you want to happen in the arena, but there's no reason why it shouldn't. CES

Re: The New Circle Ross Mulder 1 Ross Mulder sighed at the blood on his white tuxedo jacket. Blood on white cloth was bad. What made it worse, was that it was his blood from cuts on his face. He huddled against a fallen rock, noting that dust and dirt covered him in a small cloud. "You shouldn't have pried into my business," said the masked man, standing in the clear, grinning ear to ear. He had evidently passed through enough of DEMON's twelve step plan to have some power on his own. Mulder lit a cigarette, calmly smoking as he considered his next move. "Come out so we can finish this like the magicians we are, meddler," said the DEMON brother. "The name is Mulder," called the tuxedoed adventurer. "Ross Mulder." The brother fired a bolt of lightning at the rocky shield in an irritable way, stalking forward into the wrecked hotel area. He would deal with this pest, then leave before anyone else arrived to hinder him. He already had what he had came to get. He thought he heard the weaker magic user muttering in fear as he leveled his rod. All he needed was a clear shot, and it would all be over. He might get a promotion if he played the threat level right. The brother rounded the broken column, weapon hissing in readiness. He was surprised to find that his quarry had flown. That was unexpected, and ruined his desire for a kill. Still the mission was complete, and he would be rewarded for accomplishing that much. "I would like you to meet my little friend," said Mulder from behind the DEMON representative. He thumbed his lighter as the brother turned around. The flame came to life on the first try. Then a phoenix emerged from the small orange flame. It wrapped around the adventurer's enemy with a furious scream. Mulder watched the struggle quietly, puffing on his cigarette. His surprise move had been a stroke of genius as far as he could tell. It was probably a good thing there was only one thief. He wondered if he should call off the hissing bird. He gave the phoenix another minute before he called it off. It watched the brother from a perch high overhead. Mulder kicked the rod away, commanding the brother to be silent and go to sleep. It was a simple thing that would prevent more trouble before the police arrived on the scene. Mulder took one last puff on his cigarette, watching the crowd applauding what must have been the best show they had ever seen.

Re: The New Circle okay I am going to post an old character from two campaigns. CES

Re: Silver's Magistracy 4 Jerry Silver looked around the devastated area. He wasn't standing too far from Daly Plaza. The Chemist stood by his side, hand holding his sunglasses to his face. The man looked green from the trip over. Jerry didn't feel that good himself. "How do you want to handle this?," Silver asked. "Let's combine our powers," said the Chemist. "Then I can extract any useful information from one of our captives." "Anything to get this over with as fast as possible," said Jerry. "Always in a rush," said the Chemist. Jerry ignored the comment, taking aim with his forefinger. Lightning sparked to life around his hand. He felt a hand on his shoulder, glanced at the Chemist's strange script hovering where they touched. The magician nodded. Silver turned his attention to the siege, letting the lightning build. He released it at the rubble barricade. The electricity divided as it flew across the intervening space. First it was just two bolts forking from the same branch, then suddenly it was a horizontal tree expanding in the enclosed area that had kept the police from assaulting the invaders. Jerry cut the current, letting his hand drop. It would have been just as easy to slag the area into a molten pool. Instead he had live prisoners thanks to the Chemist's formulae. It also meant that the magician would know everything about these intruders as soon as he created the right script to employ. He hoped the others were having as easy a time as he was as he joined police and Texas Rangers rushing to secure prisoners before they awoke from the strike he had dropped on them. He had a feeling that the military would be taking over this situation soon enough. That meant he had to get his answers before they tried to shut him down. The Magistracy didn't have the privilege of ignoring US law just because they were operating on a global scale. So once the Army, or whomever it would be, took over, he would have to wait for the DOD to give him answers to his questions. That could take years if someone who didn't like Jerry personally wound up in charge of the whole thing. Jerry picked up one of the smoking armored shells and dragged his prisoner from behind the unmanned barrier. The Chemist walked over slowly, numbers playing in the air above his hands. "Do what you can," Jerry said.

Re: Silver's Magistracy 3 Luna and Maker reassembled a few feet away from the police barricade. Lasers snapped by their heads as the SWAT teams returned the fire with their H&Ks and Mossbergs. Several policemen were already down, dead or dying from energy bolts to the face, or through their bulletproof vests. "See if you can get their attention," said Maker. "I'll work out something we can use en masse." "I'll get their attention all right," said Luna. The lithe female brushed her short silver hair back from her face as she charged through the debris left by the attack. She used the piles of broken concrete as springboards to cover the distance faster than straight running. The first soldier to see her fired three shots before she smashed open his face plate with a booted foot. His friend didn't have a chance to turn before he was sent headfirst into the cracked front of the building next to the one that had been demolished when the black clad soldiers had arrived. Maker broadcast a cease fire on the police net as she formed a cross hair over her eye from her helmet's substance. She pointed her hand, letting her arm form a rifle as she took aim on one of the soldiers that was spraying the area in fear. A dart snapped clear of the metal barrel. It hit the armor with a sharp ring. Information fueled the shaping factories inside her armor. That brought a rare smile to the sharp featured woman underneath featureless helmet. "Get ready, Luna," said Maker. "You are about to have naked bad guys everywhere." "Go, girl," said the lady fighter, using one man who had strayed too close to her hands as a club against his fellows. Maker changed the shape of her arm rifle, letting shells form full of the special cargo she had programmed. She began to fire the cannons along the front of the improvised barricade, releasing a swarm of mechanical bugs into the air. The robotic insects went after the armored invaders with a vengeance. The black shells came apart under the unexpected attack. Laughter filled Maker's radio as she took stock of the changed situation. Her bugs had even went after the arms and the machinery of the invaders. She hadn't programmed an extended life for the tiny machines but their eating rate wouldn't leave much for her to study. "I eat lobsters for lunch," Luna said, slamming a suddenly disarmed soldier into the ground with a perfectly executed throw. "You guys are so crushed." "I think we can make some arrests, ladies and gentlemen," Maker told the bewildered policemen. "Let's go before my colleague breaks all of their bones."

Re: Ay Yi Yi! GM advice needed! I have to agree with Lemming. The only other course I can see is have the Sidhe write a counterspell to nullify the original. Otherwise every time they try to use the evidence, everyone else will forget they saw it anyways, like Mr. Nobody from 4e Hudson City. CES

Re: The New Circle Thanks Hat. I am going to look around for another Ditko hero to adapt. Probably not the baffler though. I didn't understand his powerset enough to try to translate. CES