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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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VOYAGER

In

AMERICA PREVAILS!!

Riley, now known as Voyager, stepped out into the open air for the first time in what was probably weeks of hiding away inside the lab. She didn’t really have time to enjoy the sensation before she bumped into the back of Shovel Knight’s head.

“Yeouch!” Voyager squawked, rubbing her chest where the Knight’s horns poked her.

“Another knight stands before us,” Shovel Knight announced, not seeming to notice what his horns were up to. “Whether of good or ill intent, I know not.”

Voyager looked at the girl in the hoodie who forced them to stop with a confused expression. Whether she was actually a knight or not she couldn’t tell, but judging by the gleaming sword gripped in her hand, she wasn’t here on accident.

”Stop!” the girl proclaimed. “Are you the ones who caused that destruction behind you?!” Voyager and Shovel Knight both looked over their shoulders at the lab building, looking thoroughly ravaged by the video game army’s invasion, the worst damage being the hole that the pair of them just happened to emerge from.

“Wait, this isn’t what it looks like!” Voyager tried to explain. “I got attacked by-” But what Voyager got attacked by, the girl with the sword never found out.

“YOU STAND ON U.S SOIL MUTIE! BY THE ORDER OF PRESIDENT RICHARDSON YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED!! FOR YOU HAVE CROSSED. FRANK HORRIGAN!”

”I’ll get back to you two later, first I got a bloody nasty Boss, over there that’s endangering Civvies. One who won’t back down until killed.” Eva said as she drew her sword and pulled a strange bird sized creature from her hoodie pocket, drawing more curious looks from the shovel-wielding knight and his strange-looking companion. Who looked around confused while yawning. His pale white skin looking slimy as Eva held him close and spoke. ”Time to get big, kinda need the muscle here.”

Dickens leaped out of her hands, his legs growing in girth as he grew taller, thicker and more violent looking, until. He paused to lick Eva. She tried to force him to stop, as his his stupid happy mug was pushed back, although he more reacted to her pushing him than her own strength having any effect. ”HIM! He’s the Bloody danger! Not my face.” Eva yelled out to a dim witted Dickens who rose up his massively beaked head and began stopping towards Frank Horrigan. Shovel Knight was shocked by this turn of events, and Voyager was utterly ecstatic. The former an offhand, awed comment about sorcery before he was drowned out entirely by the latter.

“THAT! WAS! AMAZING!” Voyager shrieked, her eyes practically (and literally) glowing as she jumped up and down on the spot. “HOW MANY OF THOSE DO YOU HAVE?”
Eva looked back towards the odd girl frantically beside herself at seeing Dickens do his thing.
”I. You’re an excitable one yeah, just the one. Just the one, still not really the time for this, gonna get busy here.”

“The Sword Maiden is correct, let us save pleasantries for when the Order is vanquished, Lady Voyager,” Shovel Knight interjected. “To arms!”

Dickens charged in first as he grabbed Frank by the arm, the Monster himself, easily threw him aside crashing into another building as another creature was watching the God of Decay himself, Chaos. His furred form leaped into battle as stone protrusions crashed into Dickens from the Apes’ arms. Frank turned to see the two beast fighting. “ABOMINATIONS, THE LOT OF THEM. THEY WILL BE DESTRO---” As Eva’s sword slashed at his back interrupting him and forcing him to acknowledge her presence.

“ANOTHER MUTIE, FINE YOU SHALL BE THE FIRST!” As laser claws popped from his wrist device and clanged against her sword.

Frank slashed not one but thrice as he stopped and spoke. “INTERESTING. YOU SHOULD BE DEAD BY NOW, THAT SWORD WILL NOT SAVE YOU FOR LONG.” The power-armored behemoth drew back his laser claw for a deadly blow, but recoiled slightly as bursts of purple energy pelted him like explosive snowballs. He turned to look at Voyager, furiously charging and firing Psiblasts at his hulking form.

His breathing was heavy, his voice echoed as he laughed. “A PUNY PSYKER THINKS IT CAN TAKE FRANK HORRIGAN. MUTIE! AMUSING AS YOU ARE, I HAVE FELLED YOUR KIND BEFORE.” His mini gun roared as he blasted the ground by Voyager with bolts of plasma melting the pavement into a goo scalding hot. Voyager’s eyes widened under her helmet as the searing wall of death arced toward her, leaping into the air with a well-timed Psicharge seconds before it hit her, trailing energy and firing a charged Psiblast right at the armored hulk’s face right before landing roughly on her rear a few meters away.

“Betcha haven’t faced anything like me though,” Voyager retorted, rubbing her backside tenderly as she scrambled to her feet.

Another fight raged on, Dickens had tumbled into various buildings as Chaos continued to pummel away at his torso, trying to pierce his hide with rebar, Dickens reached up and grabbed his arm with his maws, chomping through the flesh as it digitized away Chaos bit into Dickens thick neck as he thrashed about, knocking the giant Ape off his back and tail whipping him into the street. Eva saw Dickens mildly struggling but he didn’t seem to have that much trouble. As Frank sneered at the beasts fighting in the background. The Civilians took their time to leave but had all scattered, Eva stood her ground fighting toe to toe with The Enclave Bodyguard, drawing his attention long enough for the knight with the shovel to make an attack. Swinging his odd weapon around, he leapt into the air with surprising grace and swung the shovel into Horrigan’s helmet, producing a mighty clang not unlike a church bell being rung that made everyone’s ears ring.

“You adorn yourself in armor you don’t have the honor of wearing, you cur!” Shovel Knight degraded as he swung around for another shovel-backhand.

“CUR! MY ARMOR IS MADE FOR DEFENDING MY COUNTRY FROM MUTANTS LIKE YOURSELF! ALL WHO ARE NOT OF, THE ENCLAVE! ARE IMPURE AND MUST BE EXTERMINATED FOR THE SAKE OF HUMANITY! YOU ARE NO DIFFERENT.” Frank stumbled back due to the force of the Shovel as then an Ape then flew into him, knocking him over. Chaos forced himself to stand as Frank angrily tossed the Ape aside while a T-Rex jumped into the weird fray attacking Chaos and pushing the two back towards Dickens the Rex’s Rocketpack jetted off further as Dickens sank it’s maw into the Rex’s tail and yanked it to the ground, cracking the earth and sending shockwaves radiating outwards

”OI. What the Bloody hell is all this, Rex’s and Apes, and Frank Horrigan, god, what the hell. I can’t even enjoy all the other characters running around and you had to show your mug, you massive douche. Richardson is already dead, you should be too.”

“AS LONG AS I STILL STAND AMERICA PREVAILS!” Horrigan yelled as his minigun raged through the trio causing them to scatter, and taking the chance to lunge in, Frank brought his claws down upon Eva who had not yet had the chance to block, but Voyager leapt in front of her just in time, conjuring the Psionic energy around her arms and blocking the strike. With a blow that would have otherwise cleaved through Voyager’s outstretched arms, Horrigan smashed his claws against the barrier, knocking a winded Voyager to the ground and producing a sharp cracking noise from her helmet. Eva quickly lashes out against the vicious attack slicing at his neck, causing the behemoth to recoil back.

”Much thanks, you alright?” Eva asked as Frank began to strike against the pair, with Shovel Knight leaping in to parry the massive claw alongside Eva as Riley stumbled with her helmet.

“I’m f-fine, just...need a moment,” Riley said breathlessly, attempting to get to her feet.

“Stand firm!” Shovel Knight cried out in encouragement, only for Horrigan to knock the shovel out of his way and move in for another killing blow. With a slight scoffing noise from the knight, the shovel vanished with a pop as Shovel Knight took out a pair of oversized, sand-colored gauntlets from hammerspace, punching aside the claw and pummeling Horrigan in the chest until he backed off. “You’re not the only one with a few tricks up his armored sleeve!” Shovel Knight retorted, clanking the gauntlets together before stowing them and pulling his trusty Shovel out again, seemingly out of nowhere. Frank Horrigan’s armored plating took each blow but received heavy damage he shrugged of the damage, striking at Shovel Knight’s weapon repeatedly in his attempt to overpower the armored defender, Eva held her hand out towards Voyager to help the girl to her feet who she couldn’t help but notice the odd shape of her legs, but considering she had an Alien pet and knew Ghosts it wasn’t something that shocked her all that much. ”Need a hand?”

“Yeah, th-thanks,” Riley stuttered as she was helped into a standing position again, readjusting the helmet so she could see again. “Ghay'cha, this guy’s tough….”

”We’ll need to end this soon though got any more blasts in you, I’ll go low and try to cripple his legs.”

“Oh I have plenty of Psi left to go around,” Voyager said, her eyes glowing ominously. “Let’s beat this chump!”

”Frank Horrigan was never a chump, I remember him from Fallout 2, he has nearly a thousand hit points. It’s no wonder he’s shrugging off our hits, he can probably do this all day, but I’d rather not spend that long. Ready yourself, I’m going in.” Eva charged, sliding into position on Frank’s left side as she took a swing at his legs, trying to distract him long enough for that other girl to blast him.

“Wait, where do I shoot?!?” Voyager shouted, charging Psienergy in her hands as she readied her attack.

”Just shoot! There’s no weakness in his armor!” Eva yelled as her blade slashed at his legs. Horrigan stumbled and nearly fell over as Voyager unleashed a beam of crackling PsiEnergy, kicking up the dust on the ground and searing the exposed armor plating covering his chest.

“YOU MUTANT SCUM, JUST LIKE YOU TO TRY A TRICK LIKE THAT.” He said as he swiftly grabbed Eva by her hoodie holding her by his gun arm as he readied his laser blade, Eva kicked and struggled as Frank continued to prattle on. “NOTHING CAN HELP YOU NOW, NOTHING WILL.” As he pulled back his arm for a thrust Dickens, who until now had been fighting off both Giant Monsters, charged in head first plowing into both Frank Horrigan and Eva sending Frank into a nearby building and running off with a T-Rex hanging on his neck as Chaos clung to his back.

“Uh...is that how you’re supposed to beat him?” Riley asked, staring as the unstoppable juggernaut of a man got carried off by a gang of kaiju.

As Eva stood clutching her sore ribs. ”Not really, but it’ll do. Although we better hit him while he’s down, otherwise he’ll just keep coming.” Eva walked over towards the unconscious Frank Horrigan, plunging Excalibur deep into Frank’s skull. And with a final gasp of air he called out.

“Duty.. Honor. Semper Fiiiii........” As his pixelated body began to fade out of existence, Eva looked towards Dickens who was still fighting off the Monsters.

”We should probably give Dickens a hand, before he brings down the entire block. So. I’m gonna guess you aren’t the bad guys, name’s Pendragon, you’ve met Dickens, and this. Is Excalibur.”

“A sword truly worthy of its wielder,” the horned knight in blue announced. “I am Shovel Knight, and this is my compatriot, the lady known as Voyager.”

“Uh, hi,” Voyager responded, sheepishly waving one hand and grinning slightly. “And yeah, the sword’s kinda neat, but...what’s a Dickens?”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Blood Luck

The Witch before him posed a veiled query of reasonable suspicion, he gave a smile. ”Well, mostly to make an appointment, then this blood piqued my curiosity.” The Witch continued to watch him and responded to his statement of transforming the Wolfboy back into his Human state, but before he was able to answer the Female before him began to panic in some weird anxiety attack. As she lifted a stone wall to the ceiling he paused, mentally confused as he spoke to the now risen wall. ”Did I say too much, was it my breath? To ostentatious; probably my breath.” Barron said as he popped a mint. He turned around, seeing all the pieces of blood and flesh left behind by the new wolf, picking up a good droplet of blood. ”Do I really need to chase them? I got all the blood I need from the Wolf Boy. But. I also don’t like being ignored, nor ran from like a rabid beast. Not unless I’ve killed someone. I suppose I’ll just make a point.” Just as Barron finished monologuing blood rushed his forearm drilling with ease into the wall like a high pressured water cutter cutting a hole about the size of a basketball while blood continued rushing past his arm as his body transmogrified into a limber blood form changing density as it grabbed and sprinted across the wall. Blood spread out passing the group quickly as the blood formed into a multi sided box closing in on the group as sharp crystallized blood floated from the surfaces they hovered in place until they grew spikes which began impaling each other growing in mass until Barron reformed before them holding a bag while cracking a wide grin. ”I was told once, An Immortals’ revival must either have a beautiful or terrifying regeneration sequence. So what do you think, too much? Needs more flair would you say?”

”Still I apologize for the confinement, I did mean I could help your current wolf problem, although walling me off and running away seems detrimental to my kind efforts. If I wanted any of you dead, clearly it wouldn't take much. I can allow more room if you won’t run off in a panic.”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

I might get a post out tonight. It depends if my post is vetted by the others in the Arc. I think they may be alright with it but I can't get on the Discord until sometime around 9Pm. Which since it's 1Pm will take a good while. Then an Eva post either after Kaiser posts or if we do a mini colab. I'll need to see what he's doing tonight when I get home.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

FOR THE ENCLAVE

Eva sat a glass of water on the counter next to the sink, while a bottle filled with pills rattled in her hands as she took them from their spot. She cracked it open and downed a pill with some water before taking a morning shower, meanwhile… The current Van Helsing a young Abraham Moss had disembarked from his flight in John F Kennedy Airport his suitcase a portable pocket dimension the size of a small house. He checked his watch and set the spell to innocuous for his suitcase in the event of possible bag checks as he strode through the terminal heading to the Cabby pick up zone. Annette his Gypsy friend had located the most likely place where Alistair would have lived, considering that name was uncommon and the lavish Mansion he lived in there were few places that matched up, one such was in New York, a vast Mansion overlooking Central Park. It was still owned by the Wahlforth’s rich English Nobility who aren’t so rich as they once were, still as he walked up to the Mansion he cased the outside and noted how many people seemed to walk past it thinking. Now’s not really the time for this, looks like I’ll need to come back.. Abe held a compass which pointed directly towards the Mansion, holding a weak magic signal which either meant what he was looking for was deeper inside or that it was just magic trinkets and the weapons had been moved elsewhere. Either way he needed to get inside without causing a scene, breaking in mid day would not do.

-- Back at Aunt Briley’s Home --

Eva not quite having anything to do sat around at home, doing some laundry and eating cereal. Nothing like a little Lucky Charms to give you that boost of luck, although as Eva continued to think on it they probably didn’t help with that. As much as she should be out there, doing some kinda patrol of some sort she was still too exhausted from her adventure in Avalon her legs were sore and her neck had a not in it. Thankfully her back was faring well one of the reasons she’s glad she doesn’t have spider gals’ bust size. M&Ms sat in a bowl as Eva munched down on a few, Witcher 3 played on a console in the background mostly cause she heard it was a good game and secondly wanted to know if anything in it could be useful. Although Eva prefered Apocalyptic games Arthur floated in looking unimpressed by the combat. ”It’s woefully fantasized, still. There does seem to be proper elements of sword fighting, his dodges are perfect, though rolls are just terrible they open too many points of attack. All in all, I’d say those signs he uses are the only thing you’d make use of, given your utter lack of magic prowess.”

”Thanks, signs are a thing by the way?” Eva asked mildly surprised.

”Not exactly like they’re portrayed but yes. There are schools of magic specialized in gems, runes and more that don’t require any inherent ability to cast. Your friend or lack of a better word Rune it was, might have some knowledge of them. Use them like disposable magic grenades of sorts, a one time spell.”

”I. See, might come in handy gotta ask him about runes next time I see him,” Eva was cut off from sound coming from the TV in the living room, Aunt Briley had the channel tuned to the news as her conversation with the Pacific Point Manager for Poseidon Energies raged on. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN!. What has broken into the facility!?... Knights, Monsters. I, damnit! Just get security to seal off what breaches they find, maybe they’ll minimize damage. I’ll be down first flight out.” Her body slumped across the couch as Eva walked downstairs as the TV showed excessive destruction and video game characters brought to life. Briley’s head tracked Eva as she entered the living room. “I know this might be a bit much, and I don’t want to put you in danger, but can you go down there and help put a stop to this? There’s sensitive technologies there, and anyone could waltz in and take them.”

”You, mean. I get to go out and kill video game characters! I wonder if they’ll be any of my favorites, no. Serious time here, Yeah, I’ll get down there. Then I’ll geek out.” Aunt Briley watched Eva’s face light up, something that hadn’t happen in a good time now and as Eva bounded out the door into Merlin’s Library she spoke. “Why do I have a really bad feeling about this.”

While Eva crossed the magic door and opened the other side from the Library she could see the Pacific Point Poseidon facility, and as the door closed she sighted a Knight, one who might have broken into the building and an odd girl. Excalibur weighed at her side as the Knight held a shovel? Before they could act she proclaimed. ”Stop! Are you the ones who caused that destruction behind you!” Only to hear a voice bounding from the street behind her which made her spin her head. “YOU STAND ON U.S SOIL MUTIE! BY THE ORDER OF PRESIDENT RICHARDSON YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED!! FOR YOU HAVE CROSSED. FRANK HORRIGAN!” As frightened civilians stood in front of the massively armored behemoth. ”Oh Blow me, that’s a really bad Boss encounter.”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Much Ado About Nothing

Carol had a lot to prepare for, this Evil Cabal was soon to be formed and for that they’ll need something on this Broker figure, an unknown, a dangerous unknown. Among the things Barron and Carol discussed were contingencies for if Broker betrayed them or vice versa. With a tall sparkling glass filled with some sort of champagne as a summoning circle lay before her. As papers relevant to Broker littered the desk as the circle lit up and glowed something began to come out.

A thin mist surrounded Carol, a wispy black spark collecting all the shadows from every corner, coalescing into a solid form. At first, this was nothing more than a dark apparition with a vaguely feminine frame. Slowly, however, the shadows peeled away, revealing the goddess in her mortal splendor. There stood Hekate, known and seen by others as the Greek witch, Lydia Velis. She took a moment, stretching her arms above her head, her mortal garb as graceful and flowing as her divine counterparts.

“Ah, Mrs. Vanderbilt,” Hekate greeted the woman with her usual sultry tone, “To what do I owe the honor?”

There was a moment, where Carol pondered if she’d should learn that trick, popping into a place from anywhere. Still she get down to business. “Morning Miss Velis, if you are not quite aware, a Demon of Greed, the Sin Himself Broker approached us just today, asking us to join his Cabal, or Council of sorts. A Evil Inc so we, don’t trip over each other’s plans. Still, the thought of dealing with demons is troublesome, I know not how well we’d deal with him should we have a disagreement of the violent sort.”

As Carol paused to pass some files towards Hekate, she continued. “I’ve done some research in the short timespan before calling you, other than his dealings that are known and his Gluttony Daughter we have few options aside from full frontal confrontations, and we’re not about to put our power to the test against Sin Demons if we have other options. Which Is why I called you here today, if Broker proves to be more risky or even treacherous to our plans, I’d like to have a contingency.”

Hekate smiled at Carol’s cunning. It wasn’t often that mortals were so wise to the underhandedness of Otherworldly forces. It was refreshing.

“You are certainly a clever one. I see why Barron is so fond of you.” Hekate remarked, glancing at the files placed before her. She certainly knew of the Broker. Certain witches in her company had the displeasure of dealing with him in the past. Surprisingly, the two’s paths had never crossed, though Hekate assumed that would no longer be the case.

“The best way to arm yourself against a being such as Broker is to keep your secrets close; always have a back door, a loophole. Not only that, but you must be aware of most, if not all the ways in which he will try to trick you. That you’ve done this much research shows me you’re prepared for both of those instances, at least in part. In terms of a contingency, I may have a few tricks up my sleeve . . .”

Hekate began to pace around the room, thinking, deciding on the best course of action. A few simple spells were the obvious first choices. Powerful effigies or fetishes of Carol, Barron, and their assets might do the job, but perhaps that was too simple. She knew all manner of protective charms and amulets, but none, she suspected, would keep the Broker at bay for long should he become violent . . .

And then it came to her.

She turned back to face Carol, a large, ornate chest had materialized in her hands. Hekate placed the box on a table next to Carol, stepping away and pointing at it.

“This is how you shall protect yourself. Inside that box is a small fragment of an ancient alchemical manuscript, written in Aramaic and lost to time. My witches and I have been working tirelessly to recover what of it we can, and this piece, however small, possesses just the item you need.”

Hekate snapped her fingers, the ornate lock twisting and springing open, allowing the box to reveal its contents. Inside was a small, burnt fragment of a scroll. Carefully, she lifted it from the box, bits of dust floating away from where it had been sitting for who knows how long. Hekate opened the scroll and pointed to a particular passage, the faded image of a bottle surrounded by arcane markings.

“The item has no formal name, but it combines the earliest of alchemical teachings with an old form of sorcery that I scarcely recognize. It was used in those times to capture powerful spirits, demons included, and is one of the only artefacts that could conceivably trap Broker’s essence should the need arise.”

There was a smile, a thin grin appearing on Carol's face. “That should do nicely. Though I’m also not above utilizing the Heroes of this world if such a need arises. Many would serve well for a distraction and if we are lucky may have ways of dealing with him themselves although unlikely. Still for now we keep this safe, as I continue to dig up more info on Broker and keep our cards close to the chest.” Carol had brought out a bottle, and set it on the desk. “If you’d like any it’s a good year, it’s not much but it’s thanks for your time. As for our current plans everything is still on track.”

Hekate took up a glass and poured herself a small amount of the libation, a respectable gesture, though certainly not her favorite.

“There may be another way to thank me, one that might be more conducive to both of our time and efforts.” Hekate began, hoping that their conversation had put Carol in the giving mood. “Such an item is difficult to procure, even for one such as myself. Circumstance may dictate that my witches and I have greater access to your shared resources in order to perform our duties to you and your husband more diligently. I know that Mr. Vanderbilt keeps a fine collection of magical trinkets in storage, doling them out to the Families when needed, and it has occurred to me that, should I or any of the higher ranking members in my company have direct contact with these resources, we may be able to more aptly supply you and your husband with our services. This would also grant me the means to creating greater protections for you and your husband.”

This was all a half truth. Sure Hekate would uphold her contract with Barron and Carol, she didn’t have a choice. And of course greater access to Barron’s resources would further his reach, but so too would it further hers. Hekate could likely have taken whatever she wanted from his warehouses, but that would have eroded Barron’s trust. Asking for permission, while not the most dignified move, was also the more hospitable one.

Carol thought about it, sure within reason allowing access would be acceptable but there’d need to be limits, a system to track any borrowed items even if it’s a simple one. Not only that but Hekate was far more powerful than her she’d obtain what she wants one way or another, allowing Hekate to grow in power unchecked could cause problems. Still. “That would be acceptable, however there’d be limits, a inventory and a trust system when borrowing items. Wouldn’t want anything missing or damaged for too long after all. They’d be inaccessible for obvious reasons should anyone else need them.”

“Of course. I will have a ledger made with dates and times of certain items’ removal.” Hekate went to shake Carol’s hand before leaving, wanting to explore Barron’s warehouses now that she had the option, but a thought crossed her mind, something she had wondered in the few months that she had known Barron and Carol, but had only now considered asking since she and Carol were alone.

“Mrs. Vanderbilt. You are an extraordinary woman, as I’m sure your husband tells you all the time. Have you considered, at any point, taking up the skill of witchcraft to further you and your husband’s endeavors?”

“I have actually.” She said sitting her glass down and stopped just before she was about to sit in her chair. “Although it’s not just Witchcraft I’ve thought about, Magic is an interesting thing, it’s its own Science of sorts. But how far has it really progressed? How well has it adapted the new technology of this age, and what can be done to modernize it, weaponize it? Magic is the Firearms of the fifteen hundreds, if anyone could use magic like a gun then that’d be a force above all others.”

Hekate was displeased with her response. It was philosophical to be sure, an interesting query, but not one that interested Hekate. Still, she didn’t allow her unease to show. Instead, she would indulge Carol’s interest.

“Much of the old magic is seated in tradition, and what isn’t is left up to skills taught by outside forces and entities or experimentation on the part of the witch or magician. I suppose that my system of magic, witchcraft, has ‘progressed’ in the sense that many modern witches have come to utilize new age symbolism in their workings, items and reagents that didn’t exist in years past. It is a craft of cunning and ingenuity, after all. And I would argue, Mrs. Vanderbilt, that it is the mystery of magic that makes it so alluring, so deadly. Not just anyone can use magic like a firearm or other weapon. It isn’t quite as transparent as these mediums of destruction. And, what’s more, it is not itself just a weapon, but a tool. A gun has but so many uses, very few of them subtle. But magic has infinitely more.”

“It is more utilitarian, however other magics are more likely to be utilized in a more convenient delivery system. I do intend to fully investigate magics, I may be a novice, but a lab has been created to study some in a more conventional space. It would certainly be a great asset.”

“Well, should you wish for any formal instruction in witchcraft and sorcery, you need but ask.”

“I may take you up on that offer, for now, it’s been a productive day.”

Hekate gave a sinister smile. “Indeed it has . . .” With that, she vanished behind a thick cloud of darkness, along with the dusty manuscript, off to her haven among Las Vegas’s witches, off to discover something new.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

I feel sorry for our Floor Maintenance Kid, he has to clean our Milk racks, that have been sitting with rotting milk for the last three years. It smells of death in the backroom. Yeah. But hey at least I'm not doing it. Which is a plus.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Natural History Museum, NYC

The displays were nice, well laid out. And unlike his past home not a single thing looted or sacked no cleaning bots floating about no Sentry Bots patrolling the halls, no lasers or plasma turrets lining the walls. Had it not been for Supers and Supernaturals this world would be paradise for him, still as it were this world was nearly perfect filled with all sorts of pleasures he and Carol could enjoy. He pondered this and more whilst browsing the exhibits following the scent of blood although he did linger purposefully fully aware that whatever caused that much blood to be spilled might be lurking. Barron cared little for what happened to others so he had no reason to make haste to discover its source he did however want a coffee mug from the gift shop. The employee at the shop stopped to ask if he was looking for anything, and Barron turned to him. ”Yeah, you got these mugs engraved, etched into the mug itself?”

“Ah yes,” The Employee said with some feigned excitement. “We do have some more intricate designs over here behind the counter, I’ll bring as few out.” Turning on his heel the blonde haired Employee sat them across the counter as Barron picked through them, settling on a golden laced mug and getting it wrapped to go. Carrying the cheap bag in hand somewhat pleased with himself over his gaudy purchase, mugs were always something he liked to grab back in his other world so he didn’t mind stopping by and buying overpriced baubles mostly out of habit, but enough of that, he thought time to see what blood has been spilled.

The people that came with the tour guide had left somewhere else, already past this area of interest, leaving the amount of people in the area to a minimum to control collateral damage, or so he thought as he rounded a corner just off the main toured area he saw a young already transformed Werewolf, and several others. Two with magic and another a Wolf. He clapped his hands together and smiled. ”Did I miss the filming of Teen Wolf, no. Anyone? Well good thing I came, Furrykins here needs to be put back in his cage, and by that I mean his human guise. Can’t have young Pups roaming the halls of a Museum, who might you kiddos be then? All gathered round a Witch?

Barron snapped his fingers in remembrance and gladly exclaimed. ”My apologies, I forgot to introduce myself, name’s Barron Vanderbilt, Elder Blood Breed Vamp. If the Witch is up for it I may have a way of being normal back to Golden Boy here.”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

raises eyebrow I'll never understand how this group became so crazy well unless...looks at Fallen perhaps...

@Demonic Angel

Hey. Our GM NMS did plenty as well. As did I. This RP draws out the nutters.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

It was a warm mansion, despite the extravagance it always seemed welcoming. As a large hand stretched out and stroked the long brown hair of a wide grinned girl who was more than happy to be scooped up in his arms, as his face glowed and strands of gray hair falling in front of his face while the young girl rested on the back of his left arm he held a book in the other. “How’s my little mouse.” The aging man spoke as wrinkles pulled and contracted across his chin.

The girl responded with a muffled, mhmm. More excited to be spending time with her Grandfather as he was about to read to her. The fire crackled and danced Alistair weaved his enchanting tale of might and magic, of knights and dragons. And as he reached the midway point between the story just as the Moon was rising through the sky a young Evangeline had dozed off head bobbing in her Grandfather’s lap. “I just wish I’d been a better Father, maybe my Son would have become the one who’s lap you’d sleep in. For now.” He said in hushed tones, “Time to get you to bed little mouse.” As he picked her up and shuffled himself off to tuck her in.

There was a pause, Alistar lingered in the doorway as Eva slept before he flicked off the lights. He walked into his study and sat at a grand desk carved from expensive wood as his will lay upon it. He took a quill and dipped it in ink. And among the many lines detailing how his estate should be divided a few stood out. To my Son I leave my vast businesses with whom you can rebuild our fortune, an intelligence will serve you well in dealing with these, for if handled efficiently and re-structured they will bring in a hefty sum. Our fortune isn’t something that can be regained in a lifetime but perhaps you can continue to lay the groundwork. As he skipped past the rest and began to write a new entry; his cursive writing began with. And to my Granddaughter Evangeline I leave my New York Mansion and all that’s inside it, as well as a sum a gold to keep you through hard times.

As his hand fell to the paper he sat the quill back and snuffed out the candle all the while sealing the Will back into an envelope. Outside his window the Moon hung lower and the clock chimed throughout the room as a soft series of knocks echoed from the first floor.

The door opened to reveal a tall and thin looking man with rugged facial features. Yet there was a strength to him, he felt able to slay monsters with a single motion as he stepped forward. “Evening. Been to long Alistair. Would have come to the door sooner but you had company.”

Alistair quickly ushered him inside, as he had two items wrapped in cloth. “Lurking outside long then? Cold nights for New York.”

“Only a couple hours, not the longest I’ve spent. But. The Knights are reforming, they’ll come for the fragments that is their namesake. They’re no longer safe with me, they know who I am. But you my friend are an unknown. They know not your involvement in my escape decades ago, nor our short friendship.” He said as he unwrapped the two long objects.

“You fashioned them into spears? A long and short spear, interesting. Do you wish to know where I hide them Callum?”

The man currently known as the infamous Van Helsing shook his head, and placed a hand on Alistair’s shoulder. “No. It’s better that I do not know. I'm endangering your family already, it’s best we cut ties one last time after this. Hide them where no one will think to look.”

“Then this is goodbye Chum. Do take care, there are Demi Humans who’ll need your help in the days to come.”

Callum covered his face with a cloth mask, and nodded. “I shall try. You are not the only one with grandkids after all.”

Alistair watched him take his leave and then turned to the table mulling over what to do with the weapons forged from fragments of the Demon killing Black Sword. He knew only a little of the Supernatural world, only that he needed to mask the presence of magic with the stones left to him by Callum. He’d devise something a way to hide them; he knew a few who might be able to help, but as he stood there deciding what to do next the world began to fade.. As a female voice sounded. “I’m losing the memory. It’s the end of this segment. Your Grandfather saw naught what he did with the spears.”

A young man awoke from the shared memory, as his Grandfather lay beside him wrought with old age and senile from Alzheimer's. “Well we have our lead then. Whoever created this Soul Stone is powerful, few in my arsenal can hope to match what this thing can bring to the table. If these spears are forged from a demon killing weapon then maybe they’ll have enough power to even my odds. We’ll need to find out who this Alistair is, and where he might have hid them.”

“That.” The woman said gleefully. “I can help with.”