Greywind

Re: Enraged Strength "Hulk Up" ability, please examine Sticking to source material, it often takes the Hulk more than 2 actions to juice up.

Re: What makes a great Iron Age campaign setting?

Re: Justice League-type DC/Champions campaign. Advice, please. How are the villains getting away if they're caught so often? Wouldn't say that they're the stupid ones.

Re: When is it a Limitation? I disagree on one point: not all character conceptions are suited for combat.

Re: The First Meeting Warren Jason drove cautiously down the pothole laden dirt road. The dark blue Crown Victoria was not the kind of car he was used to driving. He was glad that he hadn't brought his own car along. He probably would have had more problems with ground clearance with his Diablo. At least no one was driving a herd of cattle along the road. Off to the left Jason noted a farm house. It was badly in need of upkeep. Windows seemed to be missing. What was left of the curtains blew freely out. Some of the fence rails were loose or missing. Half the barn had collapsed on itself. Hammered to the rail fence was a foreclosure sign. Jason slowed looking for a sign, street numbers or a mailbox. Anything to let him know where he was. He glanced at the notepad with the rough directions to the Asher farm. “Abandoned farm, check,” he said quietly to himself. “Half a mile to the dead oak, turn right, then half a mile. 'Can't miss it', he said. Yeah, right.” Jason fed the engine a little more gas. Within minutes he saw the dead tree and a another lane going off to the right. He noticed a young man in jeans and a black t-shirt, wearing a cowboy hat, hammering a plank in place on the fence. The man watched as Jason turned to the right. Before long, Jason came to a gap in the fence where a private drive exited. Hanging from a pole arch was a sign with “Asher” carved into it. He turned down into the drive and slowly approached the farm house. A little girl, Jason estimated her age around five or six, was playing in the yard. Jason stepped from the car and adjusted his suit coat before reaching for his briefcase. Coming from the barn was a young man dressed identical to the one that was working on the fence. By the time Jason had crossed the yard to the porch steps, an older man was waiting at the top of them. “Jennie, lunch time. Your momma wants you to go clean up.” He turned his attention to Jason. “Can I help you?” Jason gave him a friendly smile. “I'm looking for Benjamin Asher.” “You found him.” “Hey. What's going on?” the younger man from the barn asked. “I was just fixing to find out, Warren. What can I help you with?” Jason took his sunglasses off and slipped them into a pocket. “Actually, sir, I'm here to find out what I can help you with. I'm Jason Scott.” Ben gave him an appraising look. “You're Stacy Lane's boy? You've got her look about you.” “Yes, sir. I've been told that I favor her.” “She was a pretty girl. Used to spend her summers on her daddy's farm. How is she?” Ben asked. A cloud passed over Jason's face. “She's gone, sir. A car accident about five years ago.” “I'm sorry for your loss,” Ben said. “Thank you, sir.” Ben indicated the door. “Would you like to come in and talk?” “If you wouldn't mind.” Jason looked at Warren. “Is that your twin working on the fence?” “No. That was me.” Jennie giggled as she went up the steps. “My bubba runs fast!” “You run track?” Jason asked. Warren gave Jennie a warning look, which she ignored with another giggle as she went through the door. “Something like that.” The inside of the farm house was about what Jason expected. The cabinets, while looking new, had a rustic look about them. A wood stove took up one corner, while a newer range was part of an island in the kitchen. The dining table looked to be handmade and the styling was at least as old as the house. The chairs arrayed around it seemed homemade as well. Jennie sat on a booster seat eating what looked like a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich. “Mr. Scott, this is my wife, Mary. Mary this is Stacy Lane's boy.” Jason smiled warmly. “Ma'am. Just 'Jason'. Any time someone calls me 'Mr. Scott' I end up looking around for my father.” Mary Asher was about forty to Jason's estimation. She was an attractive woman, reminding Jason a bit of his own mother. “Then Jason it is,” she said with a smile. “How is your mother? I haven't seen her in ages.” “She's gone, ma'am. Bad accident a few years back.” “Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean...” Ben stepped in. “What did you want to see me about?” “I'm here, sir, doing an independent investigation into the dumping that occurred on your land,” Jason told him plainly. “So what?” Warren asked, a little heatedly. “You want to cover it up? We can hire a lawyer and sue.” Ben gave his son a scolding look. “Warren, stop, son.” He turned his attention back to Jason. “I'm sure you have all the information already available.” Jason nodded. “Yes, sir. I do. And I'm getting the reports from the EPA as fast as they get to my father's desk. He's the one that sent me out here. I'm not looking to cover anything up. I'm here at my father's behest to look into the matter. I am authorized to make whatever reparations to you and your family I deem appropriate. As your son pointed out, suing the company is entirely within the realm of your options. Now, you know as well as I do, that any legal action will be time consuming and even if you did win such a case, it can break you financially. Farms aren't known for making farmers rich. Any losses you may have suffered recently that could be tied to this event would be difficult to replace in the short term.” “So you're just here to pay us off and call it good?” Warren was agitated. Jason glared at him. “No. I am here primarily to find out how my property ended up being dumped on your property. I intend to find out what it was that got dumped, where it came from, and whether or not it did any damage while it was where it wasn't supposed to be.” He took a moment to calm himself and turned his attention back to the older man. “I am not here, sir, to 'pay you off'. If there is anything my family can do for yours in reparation of this accident, I would like to do so.” “Out of the goodness of your heart, I assume,” Warren snapped. “Warren!” Mary admonished. “Why do you go back to fixing that fence.” “It's already done,” Warren told her. “Then why don't you go do the rest of your chores?” “They're already done.” “Warren, don't talk back to your mother. Go outside.”

Re: Powers that increase at night. Cold is not the absence of heat. Cold is the presence of cold. You need to come north for the winter.

Re: When is it a Limitation? It's a limitation when the player chooses to adopt such a thing to reduce the points of his abilities.

Re: Sickle Syndicate Arman Hammer

Re: Teleport In Giant Robot? Intraship beaming isn't safe.

Re: Champions Powers and Their Comic Book Inspiration Zatanna and Captain Marvel both predate D&D

Re: Champions Powers and Their Comic Book Inspiration I've never agreed with a catch phrase being a Distinctive Feature.

Re: %E villiian sorucebooks Heresy! Burn the heretic!

Re: CO Returnee Question Thread "Team" in this context is just 5 people working the same job. Not necessarily working together.

Re: Clairsentience with time modifiers (5 ed.) Except even in the heading, psyber, the OP is saying 5th.

Re: Clairsentience with time modifiers (5 ed.) Yes.

Re: What Are You Listening To Right Now? http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=Uyx5Gq6KnO0&feature=endscreen

Re: Justice League-type DC/Champions campaign. Advice, please. No, but there are always NPC heroes flying about.

Re: Justice League-type DC/Champions campaign. Advice, please. Not so much "heroes" as "PCs".

Re: Justice League-type DC/Champions campaign. Advice, please. Uncanny X-Men Annual #4 Doctor Strange was called in to find out what ailment Nightcrawler had. Nightcrawler was, while a mutant, completely human. Making him part demon is retcon crap.

Re: DC and Marvel: What Makes Them Different? eh, no?

Re: Justice League-type DC/Champions campaign. Advice, please. Same way that Reed can restrain Ben, who is a lot stronger. By denying leverage.

Re: Whatever Happened To: Not as close as Wanda and Pietro in The Ultimates.

Re: Whatever Happened To: Hero/Champions have changed hands since the beginning. The original characters, from what I understand, reverted to their creators. That included Icicle.

Re: What Are You Listening To Right Now?

Re: What Are You Listening To Right Now?