Kobold King

"Grumpy professor with glasses."

Kind of like that, but it makes about as much logical and faux-mathematical sense as "I don't like sharing my cake! Therefore I should have zero cakes, because you can't divide by zero! That'll let me have all the cake!"

I just want you to know that my younger brother just came and sat down next to me, seeing this post completely out of context. He has declared the Reckoners RPG to be irredeemably insane.

Ha ha. That pun had a great impact!

Similarly "Steve Lawrence" just comes up with a lot of real people named Steve Lawrence. I think I made his name a little too ordinary.

I'm pretty sure they're Megan and Allison Pierce.

I searched Daniel Dewhickey and got this. I think I'm doing it wrong.

Behold, the Thomas Cardinal of another dimension.

It wasn't long before the purposeless Epic made his appearance. His minions were the first to draw Lightwards' attention, as they bounded, galloped, flew, and slithered onto the path ahead. They were animals, many of them at a glance indistinguishable from any you'd see at a normal zoo. Wolves. Lions. Birds of prey. But then there were the aberrations, centered around Chimera himself as he strode into view. On one side he alongside a wolf with falcon wings and quivering spines. On the other a huge bear gaping with snake-like fangs padded along with its master's feet. Overhead swooped some kind of hawk or eagle with thick ape-like legs, and a reptilian menace flapping with wings that called the word "dragon" to mind. If Lightwards weren't walking with dinosaurs of his own, he'd have called the spectacle the most beautiful gathering of potential Warriors he'd ever seen. Chimera halted in his tracks, looking over the Empire's gathering with clear anger in his expression. Human guards walked cautiously behind him, their hands on rifles they all clearly hoped they wouldn't have to use. "Lightwards," the Epic's voice boomed. "One does not smash down a man's door to visit his house. Unless, that is, one is only entering to fight." A threat? Of course it was a threat. The animal controller had been locked in his lair for too long, too secure in his talents as the Museum quartet had been. Who knew when the last time he'd been faced with true adversaries had been. Lightwards, at least, was still keen and prepared for battle. If it came to such. Even so, it wouldn't do to risk an open conflict unless there wasn't another way to harness the other Epic's beasts for the Empire. So instead Lightwards merely stepped ahead, in front of the rest of his gathered Warriors and agents, and met the Epic's eyes with a firm gaze of his own. "Chimera." His voice was softer than the beast master's had been, but the sound carried over the tense scene regardless. "I do not wish to fight where fighting is not necessary. And I believe you do not either." I am the Emperor over this city," he boasted. He compelled a pair of raptors to bow to him as he spoke, justifying his claim. "I have claimed Portland and all that is in it. I work to destroy the pointless wretches who have been squandering their power. I work to restore meaning to this world. Why should you lock yourself away when there's such a cause to strive for? The opportunity to reshape the world in your image?" The question hanging, he showed his teeth in a wide smile. "Follow me, swear to me your aid, and all this world will be like a zoo to you." MV took charge of steering them away from the mad scientists, which was great because it kind of got old always being the first to suggest running away. Under her wise leadership, the two of them successfully left the conversation and fled outside of the Museum. They hadn't had their blood taken and they still hadn't died! Great! Wait. He wanted to be inside the Museum instead of being exposed to the street. Sparks! Regardless he let the more powerful Epic guide him outside, jumping a little as she hissed a whisper into his ear. "What the heck is a Mormon?" How did she not know what a Mormon was? "Weird people who live in Utah," he hissed back. "They all wear long underwear everywhere and have like, fifteen wives apiece I think." ...actually, he didn't really know what a Mormon was either. Privately glad there was no one on hand to challenge his trivia, he continued to let MV drag him by the arm outside the Museum.

I started loading the "What Happened in Portland" thread but my Internet is slow and for some reason the tab was just loaded as "What" for a minute. That's never happened before, but I think it works as an alternate name.

Thanks! That means a lot to me to hear. I've worked hard to depict him at a believable pace. Which believe me is hard, considering The Dalles RP has only seen a couple of in-game days. From an ethical standpoint I'd agree with you. It would be a shared responsibility. Deathwish's power seeks out only the most immediate direct cause of the damage to his body, however, and isn't very concerned with moral or legal interpretations.

If someone shoots Deathwish, the damage doesn't redirect to the person who manufactured the gun. It redirects to the person who pulled the trigger. Arsenal created the missiles, but Quicksilver's the one who's been throwing them off their courses with wild abandon. And if Deathwish was struck by one of them, his power would interpret Quicksilver as the person causing the damage.

:{)

Haven't looked at this thread in a while, and I now have absolutely no idea what's going on.

An accurate representation of the Marvel movie fandom right now:

The depressing thing is how many ATTD listers would belong on the Happily Ever After list if it weren't for Calamity tinkering with their brains.

I like imagining all the times one of these companies makes a shipping error and sends a completely random person a box of avocados.

Don't take it that way. It was an awesome post; this sort of thing just happens.

I guess a few plot-relevant locations simply happened to not have a CHAMP fly overhead?

I know I'm supposed to be thinking of this as a problem, but all I can imagine is Funtimes zapping Lightwards on a battlefield with a joy buzzer and a bunch of random corpses bolting upright Frankenstein's monster-style.

BusDriver rides free, I guess.

Arsenal hands out equipment to Dalles facilities like candy, especially if that equipment would allow him greater coordination and control from the command center. The medical center having a radio or two is practically a given.

Deathwish usually didn't make it this far. He actually couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten this far. He was not complaining. "Oh... Okay?" the woman stammered. Her eyes filled with tears that she promptly blinked away, making her look even more pathetic than she did already. Easy pickings. Giving another heroic smile to the Guard, Deathwish turned to face Edgerunner with a sanctimonious look. "Now Edge. I'd say Quicksilver's little rampage has gone on long enough, wouldn't you? Time we showed him who's in charge around here." He paused a moment, shooting a glance at the City Guard woman before showing his teeth in a sort-of smile. "That would be Vondra, of course. Let's show Quicksilver that Vondra's in charge."

I can't remember her exact range, but the general rule of thumb is that if you're not within about a dozen yards of her, she can't freeze you. I think Quicksilver's too far away for her right now.