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

@HenryJonesJr You think the Cranes have met any of the Van Helsings, now or in the past? As it's a title and not an a strict bloodline. Though most are from the same ancestry.

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

Bodmin Moor United Kingdom - Dozmary Pool - Sometime in the early morning

The warmth from the rising sun began to wash over the hills and cover the lake where legend tells of a mythical lady. It was here Arthur took his sword and here they say it was returned however no one knows for sure though some say you can see a lovely woman drifting along in the mist.

Gliding between the misty lake shore a woman in a white dress shifted between hills caring for things hidden to the eyes of mortals as a horse with a jet black coat crossed the lake as if firm ground was underneath it’s hooves rising until it was completely above the water; glancing towards it the woman held out reeds and floated over to it stroking it’s mane and removing a finger dangling off her hand sweeping through the sticky coat without worry as her palm was protected in a clear film of lake water. As water sprites kept their distance and playfully announced her visitors.

Besides Merlin floated Arthur and his glowing golden aura repelling a Black Dog that had wandered into the area as he growled and kept a steady pace behind them all the while the lady holding the reeds whilst feeding the strange horse turned. “Arthur.” She spoke plainly as the horse backed away towards the water slipping from the Lady’s grasp.

”You look well Coventina, I have finally found a potential successor.

“I could feel it, Excalibur spoke to me, told me of another who wields it. I can feel more than that Magic that is not hers runs through her veins. Your’s I presume?”

”Excalibur always was quite the songbird in my world.”

Dipping the reeds back into the water Coventina stood as they floated washed away by the ripples. “All is fine for now, but who are you?”

Smirking Merlin spoke letting loose her haughty attitude.”I am Merlin.”

“Your words are true and false explain yourself for I know Merlin and he is not you.” Coventina questioned as her feet took her closer to her cottage home resting by the shore.

”And he is not here to claim otherwise. No I am Merlin but not the one who you knew, my Arthur, my Coventina they are gone and so is the world that I inhabited.”

Laying her hand upon the fence of intertwined branches Coventina simply turned away taking in the words Merlin had spoken. As dew dripped from the grass Merlin stepped forward. ”Eva must take the trials, if the sword doesn’t fully acknowledge her she won’t stand against what is coming.

Coventina tilted her head with a slight motion and asked. “And that is?”

-- The clock overhead struck ten as the pendulum swung a man sitting near a fireplace checked his watch the gears creaked as he cranked it even despite the frequent oilings. A smile stared back as footsteps closed in from outside the room.

An arm pushed back his companion and shoved him back toward the wall. “You remember keep your mouth shut, it ain’t time, still twenty seconds early.”

“I know I know,”

“You talk out of line we lose big, almost eight thousand pounds. So shut your trap and move only when I move.”

The door creaked and startled the men. The man in white stepped forward looking more like a bartender than a debonair gentleman; same could be said for his friend of sorts. However their employer wore shoes whose price tag would pay for their entire operation and with a bit of panache he turned on his heels. “Morning gents.” The two words sent cold chills down each of their spines as if liquid ice was poured down their backs. ”I see you are missing Bronco. No matter. He already failed once and the girl yet lives. But you two acquired what I wanted and with a few more pieces your work will be done.” Once his mouth closed the shivering stopped as a more natural atmosphere took hold of the room once more.

“Ye,eah boss. Got those weird artifacts you wanted. Heard they had to cut back on the witch exhibit they did. You tell us what we need we’ll grab it.”

Shock Jockey took a gulp of his own saliva as Greasefire spoke to their employer still awed the man could speak at all under the weird vibes he caught from the refined individual before them. A little bit longer he thought as their boss picked up a paper.
“I just need two more items. One is under watch by the Ars Obscura they’ve been picking up hints of it. Snatch it before they understand what it is least we need to break into their Reliquary. The other should be easy enough, the map you found details where the last piece is. Buried to time.”

Greasefire’s fingers had a nervous twitch and stopped only when he held his hand. “Talk like you know where that Reliquary is. But yeah we’ll grab it, both of them.”

“Good good.” As the ominous air subsided he lifted his watch and before he looked into it said. “Fail me at your own peril. Afternoon lads.” His arm fell limp after seeing his own reflection and groggily he looked at the two who stood in his study. “You’re early didn’t hear you enter, good. I take it you have news?”

“Of course Mr. Wahlforth.” The men had a sigh of relief as the air felt breathable again.

“What, out of breath? You two hurry up here, no matter. Tell me now what you’ve learned!”

Setting a folder down Greasefire handed Mr. Wahlforth some photos. “You’re Uncle Sterling has been cooking the books, stealing from your company. We’ll need to do a sting or two to fully catch him in the act, but there’s enough evidence to implicate him.”

Nathaniel examined every inch of the photos, the papers, and their entire contents. Staying still for what seemed an hour as the two made themselves comfortable. “It, It does not seem real. Fine catch him in the act, only them will I take action. I just cannot believe it. His support was pivotal to our company..” Standing up he furiously pointed towards the door. “WELL GO! Get me that proof! It’s why I hired you investigators.”

“Course boss. We’ll get you everything.”

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

Right, I fixed her bio but what would be a sample? I mean do you want her to just monologue or do you want something from my actual story she was in? It's a very old story so I didnd't have her talk all that much.

@Jaredthefox92

Usually a short story that could be either plot related or something you just whipped up that may or may not take place.

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

@Jaredthefox92 Post them in this chat to be approved.

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I have a few who's last into the thousands or even swat away infinite amounts. My first Eva who wields Excalibur could almost cut them down infinitely assuming they run in a straight line. Otherwise she'd be overwhelmed by the body count of everyone at every direction. So couple hundred.

Hound Dog who controls and generates electricity could fry a couple hundred as well but he'd burn up under that much electrical heat. Safely about 30 or so but otherwise he should run.

Barron a vamp who has near superman strength and blood manipulation would swat away infinite hoards and make himself a nice army of ghouls. As long as he brings his sunblock.

War Never Changes

Featuring @Tiberius67

A village frozen in a harsh land - 7:00 local time

Stumbling numbly into the long house Fontaine looked up to see the steam genny standing tall sending a warm reddish hue out with each passing second as she struggled to find a decent seat as seemingly every villager had assembled for supper each with bowls of soup whale fat alongside them while tiered frostbitten whalers sampled the fruits of their labor. Hanging her coat off the side of her chair she clipped her helmet to her belt and pulled out a MRE in another time it was fresh spaghetti and meat sauce perhaps packaged in a way that actually persevered the food many soldiers hoped. Opening the package Fontaine busted out her p38 and went to work opening the can tearing open the spaghetti and watching as everyone let out a ghastly gasp as this gelatinous mush plopped down on the tray, she poked at it and it resembled maggots far from the meal she had hoped to receive after raiding an old abandoned military crate. As one of the natives next to her got up she sniffed the meal looking to see if that was actually edible and just like to popped can of cheese and crackers it sadly was not. Immediately tossing out the pecan cake for nuts never preserved well in these types of kits she was nearly going to abandon her meal dumping everything into a trash can before she was stopped from leaving with a bowl of soup being placed out in front of her.

“Have yourself a proper meal,” The man said as she began to nod furiously thanking the man without a single word. “Don’t worry it’s on me.”

Setting the bowl down she grabbed a notepad Thankyou setting aside the cigarettes from the MRE, Fontaine took the time and ate letting the soup and the steam genny warm her from her core. Her small frame was more visible as she slipped her coat over her shoulders buttoned it up and adjusted her helmet and set off to explore the surrounding wasteland.

Kodiak, Alaska - Kodiak Airport - 7:35 Local time

“Sister Amanda”, the Scribe said, “It’s time to go….the aircraft is leaving for home”

“Very well”, Amanda Nakamura replied, “Inform the pilot that I’m done here and he can proceed at his convenience.”

Amanda sighed as she looked at the poster, holding it, on it’s plastic sheet backing one last time at arm’s length before sliding it back into it’s storage case. It was Pre-War...they had found it on one wall of the Launch Control Center of the missile silo. It said,

To err is human…..to forgive is not SAC Policy

Between the two phrases, was the heraldic emblem of the Pre-War Strategic Air Command, a shield with a medieval armored fist over a clear blue sky with a few small clouds. Where the official SAC emblem had the armored gauntlet holding a pair of lighting bolts, the gauntlet on this poster held a pair of severed human testicles by the vas deferens instead. Whether it was just black humor perpetrated by bored missile crews, or an actual official propaganda poster, she had no idea. Either way, it nicely illustrated the insanity that had taken hold of their ancestors and destroyed the Old World. Commander Fulman had noticed her looking at it every time she passed it, and had it taken down and mounted, presenting it to her as a going-away gift. She had already decided where it would be displayed in her office back at the Bunker. She closed the case, and checked the straps that held it in place with the other cargo, the metal lined boxes that held the disassembled re-entry bodies they had extracted from the missile, and the plutonium cores. Satisfied everything was properly stowed, she walked aft along the cavernous interior of the old cargo aircraft, nearly filled by the bulk of the disarmed Minuteman XI ICBM….a break in the weather had allowed it to be extracted from the silo early, so that it could be sent back to Nebraska for repurposing as a satellite booster…..and disembarked out the open cargo doors, which began to close as soon as the pilot noticed her trudging out onto the runway. Once the doors closed, the crew began to prepare for the long flight hole, the engines starting with a whine.

Amanda walked towards the smaller aircraft waiting for her, a C-130, without looking back, shivering in the cold as she noticed the first rays of dawn over the horizon. One mission was accomplished, but another was beginning…..another faction in Alaska asking for Brotherhood to cope with the remnants of the past. She would take charge of the mission, as the needs of the War Effort made it inefficient to send another Scribe of her rank out to relieve her...and if Chinese strategic weapons were recovered, she was best qualified to deal with them anyway. She didn’t mind, though, the work was important, she would do her duty as always. At least the flight to Anchorage would be relatively short, just a couple hours.

Anchorage Airport- Several Hours later

Amanda crinkled her nose for a moment as the rear cargo doors opened, letting the cold in, relaxing as she got used to it. Winters in Nebraska were cold, but this was somewhat worse. As the doors opened, she and her new team, many of which she only knew professionally and some she had never met until she boarded the aircraft at Kodiak, disembarked out the open cargo door at the rear, noticing some locals, supervising some battered old cargo bots, waiting patiently to board and offload the cargo.She hesitated a moment at the foot of the ramp, looking for a sign that would tell her who was the senior of the group.

Swinging his arms to direct the cargo bots, a man covered in hide and fur looking more like a walking gorilla than a human in his winter getup stepped over removing his hood and cutting his bulky profile almost in half. “Afternoon, call me Dev. We got ourselves a short jaunt over to the trainyard. Not more a 20 minute walk, we’ll be passing through the warehouses on the way so you’ll be plenty warm.” Taking a short moment to laugh he continued on. “Well as warm as you’ll get before spring; apologies for the cold the steam gennys have been breaking down lately otherwise we’d be toasty enough. If you’ll follow me.” Leading the group towards the old pre-war hangars tall walls cut from logs and trimmed of branches lined not only the entrance but the path through several warehouses with cylindrical radiators humming along in only a few spots leaving ice to build up and wood to crack. While several spots leaving a shivering cold the warehouse of the trainyard came into sight; larger than the rest and with more working steam gennys sat in the middle of working areas with a large robotic arm mounted along the inside of the trainyard sat loading in supplies. “She’s an old girl that one. Runs fine enough on the rails but whines when it simply gets too cold out. We got a mess hall on the right side and a seating area. It’ll be a bot before all is loaded so, grab some food. If you need me I’ll be directing everything over.”

“Thank you, Dev”, Amanda said, then she and her comrades filed into the mess hall, taking their place in line to get served. Served a respectable meal of baked fish, potatoes, and carrots, she sat down and ate, finding the food pretty good...certainly better than she had gotten in boot camp when she did her National Service twelve years ago, though that food was rather mediocre on purpose. She saw that as a good sign, the people here seemed to be doing rather well….which was good as based on the briefing she had gotten from Barnaky himself, of all people...or robot, as it were, on the flight from Kodiak she was going to be here a while.

Over by the mess hall standing under a sign that read, plenty have ate from this kitchen to lead healthy lives; the cook simply prepared more as other workers shuffled in some finishing their shifts others about to start. Taking a cast iron skillet he walked over towards Amanda and her team. “Have a few local delicacies since we’re up by the river we’re never short especially on sea peaches.” Setting it down fried little carrot like things popped as the skillet cooled. “They’re a little sweet and salty, but it’s all good. Kriner’s kitchen is always open if you need to eat.”

“Thank you”, Amanda replied brightly as she held out her plate for the cook to ladle some of the ‘sea peaches’ from his skillet to it. Eating one, she found it good and ate some more. While they did get fish back in Nebraska, seafood was a rarity, occasionally brought upriver from New Orleans, and quite expensive. Living on the coast, seafood was probably the main staple of their diet so until it became routine, seafood would be something of an adventure for her.

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

Good times, I don't get a day off from work until after next week. Gonna put me in a tough spot writing wise. But I'll see what I can do to not fall behind.

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

I still prefer Citadel myself for Maddy. As Valencium sounds complicated to say and just not as fun.

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

My apologies for lack of posts, I have been extremely ill the last few days and am now in hospital expecting an operation soon. It's nothing dangerous, but I'm sure y'all can appreciate my creativity has taken something of a hit right now, dehydration and medication are a fun combination.

I will post once I'm back home with laptop access and feeling a little better. ^_^

@Eventua

Rest easy now and see you around when you get back.

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

Pftt. Killing Eve and Barry are two new shows coming out about assassins. I had assumed it said Killing Eva and Berry. I was wait what? Since when was Eva and Berry a TV show? And why weren't we informed.