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Out of His Element, a Superhero Story (Lord DreamCrusher x Evendur)

Lord DreamCrusher

Primal yet Intelligent, Savage yet Sophisticated
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Feb 17, 2018
Location
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In the evening light a lone figure rode upon a mighty steed through a quiet forest, far from civilization in the dark recesses of the wilderness that few dared to tread. A deep blue tunic and cloak adorned the man complete with brown leather bracers, boots, and pads upon both shoulders and knees. He was no typical man, he was of the Order of the Stones. Onyx was his name, or designation depending on who you asked, as his sworn oath was to oppose the dark forces of the world that would seek to do harm to others. Above all they opposed the Cult of Tul'sanah who worshiped a mighty being intent upon destroying all existence from this realm to the next. This goal was stopped currently only by the fact that the gods had sealed them away in another dimension; a prison which the cult was ever-seeking to unlock.

It had been months since his last encounter with the cult, having stolen an amulet that he knew was important to them. Onyx didn't know the full details of the artifact and how it would be used but the simple fact that they valued it was enough to carry it and keep it from them. Had he any inkling of just how important it was to them he would have been more careful but, for now, he rode on atop his trusted stallion, a rare breed known as a Malden to which he had the fortune of acquiring early in his life. Malden's were special for the fact that they had been managed for centuries, filtering the best traits into one mighty lineage which came to be known for their strength, endurance, and durability without losing any speed from near the fastest of racehorses. Brutus, as the stallion was called, was near irreplaceable to Onyx and they'd long served together through many difficult times but they didn't ride aimlessly, not tonight.

The currents of magic were tricky to detect and follow but it was a vital skill that every member of the Stones had drilled into them. To this end he was following the ebb and flow of the currents through the air, tracking what he recognized as yet another site in which the cult would assuredly attempt to breach the planes in trying to find the great destroyer. His search brought him here, to a set of ancient ruins so long forgotten by the world that no one even knew what people had created them in the first place, and as he guided the horse up a series of overgrown stone steps it leveled out into an open platform where the telltale signs of dark magic rituals were easy for him to recognize. Figures clad in dull and simple robes worked to finish their task even as they noticed his arrival, hurrying to spread out the blood in esoteric patterns and mix the ingredients together to serve as a conduit for the necessary magic needed to tear a whole from one space to another. Onyx was outnumbered but it was nothing he couldn't handle, or so he thought.

Drawing his bow and tapping into the arcane, his fingers called into existence an arrow and string of magical energy that he pulled back. Before he could draw a bead upon one of his marks there was a series of shouts from all around him, an ambush! Dozens more of these cultists rushed him, focusing upon cutting off his exit and surging up the steps that were his only true escape. Onyx cursed under his breath at being caught like this but had little choice but to fight his way out. After all, he was well versed in how to engage multiple opponents at once. Breathe deep and stay calm, focus and take down what targets are of the most immediate threat. Magical bolts loosed from his bow and cut down a few of the approaching cultists before they could get too close, though it wasn't long before he was forced to shoulder the ranged weapon and draw his blade to engage in close combat. Brutus was no slouch either, kicking out with his mighty hooves and staying in motion to help throw off the enemies aim, but this distraction proved effective enough as the ritual completed with the sickly crackle of dark energies ripping open a glowing portal to another random location. Thankfully it seemed to be another dead end, a false location, and he exhaled somewhat in relief at that realization before the truth of this encounter became apparent.

Through the shouting and sounds of battle he heard the leader of this rabble remind them of their purpose, to retrieve the amulet he had stolen because it was the key to actually locating Tul'sanah so they could directly open a portal there. The realization clicked in Onyx's mind, especially considering that the cult would never normally work in such large numbers where secrecy was their greatest advantage. While he was holding his own for the moment, with at least a dozen bodies crumpled upon the old stones, there were yet more still arriving as reinforcements and he had to accept the fact that he was truly facing his potential end. With this in mind his fear remained of accidentally delivering to them what they so needed within this amulet. To that end he made a snap decision, one rash and born from desperation that he'd never otherwise consider. He couldn't escape the way he came, even Brutus would get bogged down trying to charge through the mass of bodies pressing towards him, and he couldn't simply leap from the raised platform for the fact that the fall would kill them both and leave the amulet to be easily recovered. No, that left but the unstable portal and whatever world lay upon the other side.

Kicking at his steed's sides with his heels, Onyx spurred Brutus into a charge through the unarmed priests in charge of the ritual, blowing past them and dashing through just as the energy collapsed; snipping off a few hairs from the horse's black tail but thankfully nothing more. At the speed they were traveling though there was no easy stop and, finding themselves within some strange metal room, Brutus's hooves skidded upon the floor in an effort to slow down but ultimately they both twisted to one side and smashed against the wall hard, Onyx's head striking with enough force to make his dizzy as the pain clouded his judgement. On instinct alone he managed to jump from the saddle as they recoiled away, allowing himself to fall into a heap upon the floor but otherwise avoid the risk of being crushed as Brutus fell over onto his side with a whinny of alarm. Eyesight blurry, Onyx struggled to fight to stay conscious as he raised his head to check upon his horse and was thankful to find that no legs were broken as far as he could tell. Nevertheless, his battle of wills was one he was losing and soon enough he slumped down to the floor once more and blacked out.
 
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The multitude of bloody cultist hands reached for them as horse and rider charged towards the portal, its shimmering iridescence making it hard to see what was on the other side. Onyx and Brutus had destabilized the portal's ritual that it was starting to close, the latter of the two almost having some of him cleaved off by the sealing magic. Unfortunately for the pair, metal horseshoes on a metal floor does not great traction make, and so, they skidded and crashed into a wall with many small metal doors, both collapsing from the impact and the unexpected fatigue of interdimensional travel.

They did not get time to recover on their own, as some kind of alarm spell, blaring a large klaxon noise awoke them both. As the veteran pair stumble to their feet, one of the walls of their large metal coffin begins to turn red like steel that has been in a blacksmith's forge, before it melts away revealing the scene on the other side. As Onyx looks around, he can see people dressed very differently from himself, a thing to be expected when leaping through portals. However, there are some things that an experienced adventurer like him can suss out rather easily.

There are 8 men with a black garment covering their faces except for their eyes and mouths, and they hold items that look to be at least partly metal. The way they are brandishing them is similar to how someone would hold a crossbow, and so it is easy to tell that it is not something that you want pointed at you. "Start putting the money in the bags, bitch!" One of them yelled at the bank tellers and the two that seem to be the ring leaders look at Onyx and Brutus in what they assumed was a sealed bank vault. "Who the fuck is that in the vault, Rant?" "I dunno Rave." He replied before turning to the bank "Hey, which one of you idiots tried to stuff Ezio and Black Beauty into a safe deposit box?" He asked, the villains letting out a chorus of chuckles as they robbed the bank. It seemed that Onyx couldn't go anywhere without being outnumbered by evil these days. "Oh Rant, you comedian. Not sure how you got in there, discount Robin Hoof, but, we're gonna eliminate you before you become a problem." The woman said icily, gesturing to her thugs to attack him with their weapons.

"Not so fast you two. Just because the Freedom League is out of town doesn't mean you can just waltz in and take what you want." Heavy footsteps accompanied these words, as a large, muscular elf who appeared to be made of metal and wearing a rather modest black bikini stepped out of a magic portal. "Yeah, and it was finally a nice day to visit the beach!" Complained the next person to step through the portal, a feminine redhead male who was in an much skimpier pink bikini. The last one was the most jarring sight of all. A white scaled naga woman who was clearly the one who had cast the teleportation spell, with the arcane power fading from her hands. She was also the bustiest of the group, and was wearing a blue bikini top and skirt that presumably covered her genitals. "We should have plenty of time to bask in the sun and enjoy the heat once we stop these villains. No one misses laying on the warm sand more than me." She says, her accent while not technically Romanian given that she wasn't from there, that would be the easiest way to describe it to an earthling.

Initiative!
 
With the blaring alarm screeching in his ears Onyx groaned as he pushed himself up from the floor and struggled to gain his footing. Brutus seemed to have fared a bit better than he had, the stallion already awake and standing but agitated by the noise with nowhere to go to escape it. With practiced ease Onyx reached out to help calm the animal just in time to see one of the walls glow hot orange-red before the glowing area melted away entirely. His head was still tense with pressure and pain, likely going to be injured for a few days at the least, but he could manage himself well enough that he wasn't too worried.

The words spoken were in his tongue, a language he understood but with words and phrases that made no sense to him. Strange weapons, strange people, but what else could he expect from traversing a random portal? At least this place was inhabited, surely there were realms that would otherwise just as quickly killed him for stepping foot within them. Nevertheless he had to try and shake off his stupor as it appeared these thugs, and thugs he could recognize at a glance even in an alternate dimension, thought to test their luck against him in combat. Pulling his bow from his shoulders and holding it tight within is left hand, Onyx stood his ground and prepared himself for combat; or at least he would have if he wasn't even yet more distracted by another group entering this location via teleportation.

"Heh..." He coughed out with a confident smile at the threat to his life. "...I just killed a dozen people on my way here, I doubt whatever weapons you carry will be enough to tip the scales in your favor. I may not know anything about this realm but I can recognize common criminals from the smug looks on their dumb faces, faces like yours." Maybe a bit overconfident in truth considering his disadvantage regarding a lack of knowledge and the fact that he couldn't quite manage to stand up straight but he wasn't about to back down now. Putting on a good front might help unbalance his opponents and make them hesitate but, even if it didn't, it wasn't exactly going to bite him in the ass either when they planned to kill him should he lose.

Initiative: [1d20+4]=5+4=9

Not sure if that counts as a check for the purposes of Impaired but, if so, then subtract 2 from that for a total of 7.

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Brutus Initiative: [1d20+2]=9+2=11

I think he has his own initiative? Though I plan on having him wait for Onyx's command on the first round regardless.
 
Onyx's acute eyesight and experience tell him that he has higher attack and defense values than all of these villains. It should be as easy as a countryside ride on a bright and sunny day.

Amethyst [1d20+10]=3+10=13
Harlot [1d20+10]=19+10=29
Mithral [1d20+2]=20+2=22
Rant [1d20+3]=9+3=12
Rave[1d20+3]=1+3=4
Thugs[1d20+1]=7+1=8

Order is: Mithral, Harlot, Amethyst, Rant, Brutus, Onyx, Thugs, Rave

"Oooh, he seems cute, I'ma go save him!" Harlot started to say after hearing the witty banter from the man that the villains had inadvertently freed from his hopefully temporary incarceration in the bank vault. "Nope, this one's mine, Wonderslut!" The metallic elf said in a teasing tone as she ran into the fray with the men all training their guns on Onyx, her heavy steps thudding and shaking things in the building.

She drives her right fist into the first thug and sends him flying, but as she steps in to land a blow on another, her foot trips on the bunched up strip of carpet in front of the tills and the thug manages to weather the blow, stopping his momentum as he's happy that he wore his brown pants today.


"You know when guys say they want a vise-like pussy, they don't mean one that's actually metal, Miss Literal Knife-Ears!" Harlot called back, having not used his tucking powers today, presenting a very modest bulge in his bikini. Butterfly wings made of a pink energy appeared from his back briefly as he lifted and floated over to a pair of thugs, biting his lower lip cutely as he landed on his knees, and attempted to pull their dicks out. "You two are gonna show me a good time though, right?" He asked with a seductive wink. The redhead slut fished them out and shoved both now hard dicks in his mouth at once and gave them a firm suck. Each thug groaned as Harlot swallowed, and they collapse from the fatigue of the hardest cumshot of their lives.


"My, yes, he is somewhat cute, reminds me somewhat of home." The naga woman said as she gets a better look at Onyx, and smiled over to him. Her hands begin to glow with power again, and an orange dome of arcane energy appears around the two non-mooks, attempting to ensnare them. "You two, sit still and be quiet!" Unfortunately, the pair dodge out of the way easily.


"No way Scales! That isn't what Rant do!" He exclaimed loudly as he turned to Amethyst, and let loose a Sonic Scream "Oooh wah ah ah ah!" The blast comes streaking at the naga woman, however, Mithral continues to be quick on her feet, Interposing herself between Rant and her teammate. The metallic woman crosses her arms in front of her to try and help blunt the attack.

Sonic Scream[1d20+8]=20+8=28 Crit!

Mithral Toughness DC 27[1d20+12]=8+12=20 Fail by 7 as she is immune to critical hits, -1 to further Toughness saves and is Stunned.

"Thank you Mithral, I could not have conjured strong enough wards to stop that blast!" She said gratefully. "N-No Problem...This little punk is nothing compared to the roar of a dragon!" She replied, lowering her arms and looking where to best jump back in the fight.
 
The newcomers were quicker than he was to act, though it wasn't all that surprising for how Onyx still felt groggy and disoriented. These wannabe heroes seemed plenty capable but very unconventional, the feminine male sucking off two of the thugs at once with such speed and skill that they orgasmed in mere seconds and fell unconscious. Onyx couldn't deny that the sight was somewhat attractive to him but it made him wary all the same, fearful that perhaps these people were utilizing some form of dark magics themselves. The main problem here was his lack of knowledge and understanding.

In any case, he drew up his energy from within and hopped onto Brutus' back, having to duck low to avoid hitting the ceiling as he coaxed the horse into charging at the male who just unleashed some kind of screaming attack. "Let's go Brutus, into the fray." In motion as they were, the horse simply attempted to barrel into the man's chest first though traction remained a problem on this strange flooring. While Brutus was focusing on one threat, Onyx turned his attention to another. Unable to use his spells in such confined quarters, he kept to his bow and fired a volley of magical, elemental bolts that crackled with blue electricity this time.

These bolts didn't travel in a straight line towards their respective targets but rather flew in curved arcs that looped in effort to try and get the cleanest angles they possibly could. Guided by his magical exertion as they were, even should these bolts miss they would retain their energy long enough to curl around and try again in a few mere moments with only the faintest amount of focus required by Onyx's will. Even if these people were weak he wasn't going to hold back, not in this strange land which he understood nothing.

Brutus unarmed attack against Rant: [1d20+8]=4+8=12

That's almost certainly going to miss but these guys are small time so, just in case, it's a Damage 6 attack. (Bludgeoning descriptor)

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Onyx is trying to Multiattack the remaining common thugs. Onyx will be performing an Accurate attack though to bypass the negative from Impaired.

Thug 1: [1d20+12]=2+12=14 (-2 from Multiattack)
Attack is Damage 6 (Magic and Electricity descriptors)

Thug 2: [1d20+12]=11+12=23 (-2 from Multiattack)
Attack is Damage 6 (Magic and Electricity descriptors)
 
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Proving that even interdimensional travel can't slow down a member of the Order of the Stones, Onyx fells two thugs of his own, his crackling bolts letting them inspect the pattern on the ceiling tiles. The odds are now equal, 5 to 5! Rant unfortunately dodges the attack from the horse.

Both remaining thugs fire their pistols at Onyx in tandem, trying to attack as a team to take him down. One barely misses, but the other shot is so off target that Onyx actually dodges into it and he catches it right in the chest.

Thug 1 [1d20+1]=20+1=21 Hit! DC 23 Toughness Save

"Ugh! Start getting the money so we can get going, idiots!" Rave exclaimed as she started to process the quickly worsening situation. She waves her hands and the room begins to distort for everyone in the room, the edges of their vision twisting and blurring, until they can only see a view of the bank so distorted that they are unable to locate the villains.

People in the area move their mouths, but are not heard. They cannot also see beyond a few inches in front of their faces. Luckily, after a run in with the Darkness Dancers, Amethyst has a spell for such an instance. Given that she doesn't know if the cute man on the handsome horse is a hero or not, she gives it to him first to allow him to escape. if needed. Harlot and Mithral defend themselves for now, since they are unable to see where attackers might come from until their naga witch lets them in on the spell.

Amythyst Switches her array to the following:
  • Senses 13 (1pp/rank) - Truesight
    • Accurate [Awareness] (2 ranks)
    • Acute [Awareness] (1 rank)
    • Awareness (Magic Effects) (1 rank)
    • Counters Concealment [Visual; All Descriptors] (5 ranks)
    • Extended (Awareness; -1/100ft) (1 rank)
    • Low-Light Vision (1 rank)
    • Radius [All Visual] (2 ranks)
    • Extra: Affects Others (+1pp/rank)
    • Extra: Increased Range [Ranged] (1pp/rank)
    • Extra: Subtle 2 (+2pp)

Now that they're all blind, petty Rant attacks Amethyst again now that the iron lady can't get in the way and protect her. However, her subtle spell allows her to not be caught unawares, and she dodges the second blast herself, it slipping past her thanks to her magic forcefield.
 
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After the failed charge Brutus twisted his head to look around the room where he noticed the figure point the odd weapon in the direction of Onyx atop his back. On reflex the stallion reared up in an attempt to spoil the enemy's aim. It worked, though that meant the loud bang and flash of fire sent the small projectile into the horse's hide instead. Used to arrows and crossbow bolts, Brutus was nevertheless tough enough to weather quite the amount of abuse. He whinnied in pain as the bullet cut a line across his stomach but the angle was shallow and it deflected off rather than penetrating in to threaten his organs. Onyx patted the horse's neck in appreciation but was just as quick to return both hands to his bow considering this battle was far from finished.

It was around this time that one of the leaders applied some type of illusion to the area, blocking sight and sound to great effect. The naga woman was quick to react though, casting some kind of counterspell which Onyx tried to comprehend but simply couldn't due to the strangeness of this situation and the haze in his head. At least one part of the effect was to allow him to see the thugs once more though, to which he was thankful for even if now was not to time to voice such things. Allies for now did not mean allies for later, for all he knew this second group could turn upon him when these criminals were defeated but he'd deal with that when the time came.

Onyx turned upon the woman called Rave, the one responsible for this illusion, and fired a series of electrical arrows in her direction. His vision went blurry for a moment, threatening to spoil his aim completely, but he managed to will it to clear long enough to loose each magical bolt with reasonable accuracy. Meanwhile Brutus turned to present his rear towards the man who had shot him, kicking out with his hind legs in unison to try and mete some payback.

Expertise (Magic) to try and understand what Amethyst's magic is doing: [1d20+6]=3+6=9
That's a fail, lol.

Onyx attack vs Rave (Accurate Attack): [1d20+12]=1+12=13
Natural 1 always misses, he's really sucking right now lol.
Hero Point re-roll: [1d20+12]=1+12=13 (+10 because of re-roll for a total of 23)
Damage 6 (Magical, Electricity)

Brutus attack against the thug that shot him: [1d20+8]=7+8=15
Damage 6 (Bludgeoning)
 
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Rave Toughness [1d20+8]=3+8=11 Fail by 10, -1 to further saves and dazed (Standard or move, can take free actions).
Thug Toughness [1d20+3]=14+3=17 Fail, KO

Brutus and his hooves of fury exact quick revenge for the bullet grazing he received, the kick sends the thug flying and he does not get up. The electrical arrow managed to snag the redhead Onyx was aiming for, though, she did not seem unawares of the attack, likely meaning that whatever she did did not affect her or Rant. While the arrow strikes her, it is not enough damage to knock her unconscious and disrupt her magic.

The redhead looks at Onyx with furious contempt, and attempts to ensnare him in some magic of her own. "Enjoy vertigo, bitch!"

Will Save DC 20 for Onyx

"S-Stupid horse!" The last remaining thug said angrily as he shot at the handsome beast and missed, and then ran out the back. Harlot and Mithral wait until Amethyst restores their sight to be able to fight. The naga gives the spell to Mithral next. Harlot will defend himself as best he can.

Able to see once more, Mithral charges into the already reeling Rave, putting her two fists together and delivering a hammer blow to her gut.

Attack 1 [1d20+8]=2+8=10 Miss, HP Re-roll
Re-Roll [1d20+8]=8+8+10=26 Hit!
Rave Toughness [1d20+8]=12+8-1=19 Fail by 8, -2 to further checks, and dazed again.

Rave makes another attack at Amethyst, trying to get her to drop her spell so everyone but them is blind again. However, his attack bounces off her protections again.
 
Onyx braced for the power arrayed against him by the young woman but nothing seemed to happen. He didn't realize it but his concussion was within the same tier of hindrance to his focus, his willpower otherwise able to prevent things from turning any worse for him for the time being. "Was that supposed to do something?" He muttered out with a slight shake to his head. Noting that the metallic woman was working on finishing Rave off, and that the remaining grunt was running away, Onyx guided Brutus to hold position using his feet and knees while he took aim at Rant and fired off a few more magical projectiles, this time conjuring bolts of flame that flickered and seared the air in a sizzling fashion.

Will Check: [1d20+6]=13+6=19 Fails by 1.

Multiattack vs Rant (Accurate Attack): [1d20+12]=8+12=20
Damage 6 (Magical, Fire)
 
Rave grunts in pain as Mithral slams her fists into the redhead's body. Turning her attention to the large elf, she focuses her power on the bruiser instead.


"Yeah, whatever you did, doesn't seem to do much..." She said as she attacked again, though, her form was a little sluggish.

[1d20+8]=16+8=24 Hit!
Rant Toughness DC 27 [1d20+8]=14+8-2=20 Fail by 7, -3 to further checks and Dazed still

Amethyst gives Harlot his eyes back.

Harlot goes after Rant, looking to put an end to this. "I can tell just by looking at you, it's a bit small, but, you'll still give me a good one, right?" He asks seductively as he floats over, and gives the blue haired male a big smooch. Libido courses through him and he lets out a weak moan and a stain to his jeans as he collapses to the floor.

Using the rewritten Harlot that doesn't have to grab, and will kiss instead of suck dick in combat.
Kiss Attack! [1d20+10]=14+10=24 Hit!
Rant Fortitude Save [1d20+7]=2+7=9 Fail by 11, Rant is Incapacitated
 
The bolts of magical fire had curled around for a second attack against Rant but, by this point, the man was unconscious on the floor and so they instead dissipated into nothing. That left Rave who was all but defeated herself, standing unsteady in the face of the metallic brawler, but that didn't mean Onyx was going to stand by and do nothing. Using his legs to guide Brutus into a position that had them closer to the exit than the others, Onyx focused on Rave and fired a volley of electrical arrows once more which would curve around Mithral without fear. Though his skills continued to be too impeded to put on much of an impressive show.

Brutus is moving to be behind where Amethyst is, trying to be closer to the exit than anyone else.

Onyx Multiattack against Rave (Accurate Attack): [1d20+12]=2+12=14
 
Rave figures it was a lucky break for Mithral, and attempts to play with her mind again, however, the bruiser proves that she is as tough as she looks.


Mithral attacks again, but misses the agile rehead. She manages to dodge Harlot as well. Amethyst is stuck keeping the vision spell up at this point in time, and cannot attack.
 
Maintaining his focus on Rave, Onyx gave enough time for the electrical arrows to curl around and attempt to strike the woman from the opposite side before they would wink out of existence. Quick as ever despite his pounding skull, he'd fire yet another series of arcane projectiles in trying to finish this fight for good. The fight was all but over regardless, even if he opted to stop helping, but a part of him felt obligated to at least see this through for the fact that he could tell that they were criminals and needed to be dealt some form of justice. He might end up needing to flee from this other group immediately afterward but at least he could do one good deed today.

Homing attack from last turn: [1d20+12]=8+12=20
Damage 6 w/ Multiattack (Magic, Electrical)

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Magick Bow vs Rave (Accurate Attack): [1d20+12]=7+12=19
Damage 6 w/ Multiattack (Magic, Electrical)
 
Unfortunately, both electrical attacks fail to hit their mark, and Rave is still standing. She continues to try and take down the dangerous bruiser. This time the redhead manages to affect the metallic elf, and she freezes in place, stunned by the mental assault that she has weathered. Harlot misses another swing. Another opening presents itself for Onyx and Brutus to foil this thievery.

 
This time Onyx was getting a feel for her patterns, for how Rave moved and how he could try and direct the magical bolts to better counter that as they came around for another attempt. It was only a matter of time now before this 'Rave' woman was defeated and if it weren't for the metallic female's failure to resist that power he'd honestly consider running off now for his own safety in the logic that they could handle the situation. Better to not leave that to chance though, especially with how tenacious this last criminal was proving to be.

Wondering if the element had anything to do with his failures, Onyx swapped the magic of his bow to that of cold. The deep, blue chill formed into orbs that flew from his weapon in trailing vapor like that of dry ice. As if to prove his suspicions he 'felt' this attack to be on-point and precise, able to sense before the impact that these elemental arrows of magical cold would find their mark to the point that he was able to exhale and calm himself; closing his eyes rather than needing to watch their path.

Homing attack from last turn: [1d20+12]=11+12=23
Damage 6 w/ Multiattack (Magic, Electrical)

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Magick Bow vs Rave (Accurate Attack): [1d20+12]=17+12=29
Damage 6 w/ Multiattack (Magic, Cold)

Critical Hit: Added effect of chilling or partially freezing Rave? I'm thinking Dazed would make the most sense here and would be a DC: 10 (Rank 0) as per the critical rules. Probably a Fortitude?
 
The electrical arrow misses on it's second pass, however, the frosty one manages to hit the redhead as she dodges the shocking one. It rocks her quite a bit, but she is still standing, and she doesn't seem bothered by the cold, perhaps due to her burning anger.

Rave Toughness DC 21 (+2 from multiattack, so 23) [1d20+8]=5+8-3=10 Fail by 13, Staggered, and -4 to further checks. Wish you'd taken the +5 damage, so we could be done, lol

Fort DC 10 [1d20+6]=17+6=23, Succeed

Mithral, still foggy from what Rave did last time, is sent careening to the floor from a further mental assault. Her heavy body smashes the bank floor as the amazonian woman craters the tile.

Mithral DC 20 Will [1d20+7]=1+7=8 Fail by 12, Incapacitated

"You bitch!" Harlot says angrily, and grabs her into a heavy kiss, it returns the favour that was given to his teammate, and Rave collapses to the floor as well, after having endured much more punishment than her form looked like it could.


With her down, the distortion was gone, and Amethyst's magic left everyone's eyes. She slithered over to their unexpected ally in this battle, smiling to him. "You look like you've come a long way traveler. One doesn't normally take a horse ride into a bank vault. Would you like to come with us and talk about what happened? You can stay here if you like, but, the police will be arriving soon, and likely have a lot of questions for what seems to be an unregistered hero." She offers, her hands beginning to glow with magical power as she prepared to teleport everyone to their home base.
 
As the snake-like woman approached Onyx instinctively pressed his heels into Brutus' side, making the horse step away to show his hesitation. Of course, Onyx's expression was also pained from the pounding of his skull but he was keeping himself together well enough so far and had weathered worse knocks in the past. "All due respect, I don't know you. I...ugh...helped because I could tell they were criminals at a glance. Maybe you do mean well and...unnnh...just want to help, but I didn't live this long by taking such risks without forethought."

Since they didn't seem hostile towards him, he had little issue tucking his bow into the holster on his back as he guided Brutus with his legs to turn and dash out of the strange building. The sights were all but overwhelming for how different they were from his home but, well, he had to expect something like this when diving through a random portal. Better to head down dark alleys and stay out of the open. This was far from their first time on the run and he was not about to just hand himself over to whatever passed for this worlds authorities when, as far as he knew, this could be a place of cruel dictatorship or dark machinations much like the cult he was sworn to oppose. He needed to find shelter of some kind first, somewhere to hide out and rest up to recover his wits. Once that was secured he could see about learning what he could of this place to better inform any future decisions he'd have to make.
 
The naga woman shrugged as he left, not attempting to stop him, as she teleported herself and her two companions out of the bank so that they could let Mithral recover from her ringing headache. Once the elf was up and running, they talked some about the mysterious, handsome male on the horse that had appeared. It was not the last time they would see each other, though, this was both a good and a bad thing. Ever since Onyx had left the bank, he had been feeling a nagging feeling of dread. Amethyst had felt it as well, being that they were both mystically attuned individuals. It was several days before anything would come to a head though.

Those feelings caused the three of them to appear in front of the Native American Cultural Center in the city, this time clad in more reasonable clothing rather than swimwear. Well save Harlot, he was wearing more clothing, but still kinda dressed like a slut. The alarm rang still to signal that it had been tripped, and the trio cautiously made their approach to the building. "Careful, we aren't sure who or what did this yet, and they might still be inside." Mithral warns as she turns her body metallic again under her black and green super suit. "Agreed." "Totally." The trio was on the same page, but as they went to enter the building, they heard the sound of something else approaching.
 
Finding makeshift shelter didn't prove too difficult for Onyx to manage. Hiding Brutus was more difficult by comparison but it wasn't like he was truly on the run so to speak, he hadn't done anything wrong. Nevertheless he spent his time moving quietly and eavesdropping on the people nearby, picking up tidbits of information enough to inform him that this world seemed innocent enough. If there was anything nefarious going on then it was more than likely secluded like the cult from his reality, this comforted him to a degree. Finding food was also a problem but, oddly enough, the class of disheveled people that also frequented the back alleys and side streets of the town were quite helpful when it came to sharing information; even if they were very nervous that he might try to steal anything from them despite his reassurances that wasn't the case. Onyx was back to his usual self soon enough and obviously that meant he needed to find a better way to live than this.

While contemplating the improvement of his lot in life, Onyx was distracted in a timely fashion by the ebb and flow of the arcane. His senses were finely attuned to detect the presence of magic, mostly in order to track down the cultists and stop their rituals but it worked even in the presence of more minor practitioners. More than just an inkling in the back of his mind, Onyx and the people of his order could see the strands and follow them like tracks in the dirt. This new presence concerned him for obvious reasons and without much thought he mounted up on his mighty steed and rode off to find the source.

This of course brought him face to face with a familiar group of feminine individuals just outside the structure, all turning to face him as he pulled up and brought Brutus to a halt. A curious coincidence, or some cosmic equivalent of fate trying to mash them together. The naga woman knew magic so it made sense that she could find this place too, this "Native American Cultural Center", whatever that meant. "You felt the magic too, this is more serious than that last altercation." It would be...difficult to say the least to explain his history and reason for being here to help them so he hoped they'd be ready to act first and question later. Not that he'd fault them for being suspicious considering the circumstances.
 
"Yes. I had been getting tingles of things for the past few days, though, it was Mithral's turn to cook this week, and I thought it might have been indigestion." "Hey!" "Just kidding hun, don't worry." Amethyst replies to Onyx, nodding as well, her body language agreeing with her words to help corroborate the story that they were not the cause of the event, and had come to see what had occurred.

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Even though it is after 3 in the morning, there is a rather animated, older gentleman approaching the newly arrived quartet from the museum. (He looks much more harried than his picture would show here. He pauses after having made a mad dash to reach you, panting a few moments to catch his breath. "H-Heroes! I am so happy to see you! I see your trio has picked up a new member Harlot. That's excellent, the more the merrier in cases like this. Come inside, please, and have a look around. There's been a robbery here tonight!" Harlot gives him a cute smile that implied possibly being more than acquaintances.

The five bipedal people ventured inside, Brutus needing to be left outside for now. "Oh, were are my manners? I'm Professor John Salinas. I'm happy you all showed up before the police. Not that I doubt the ability of our boys in blue to recover the purloined artifact, but it's mainly that time is of the essence. This week is our big fundraising festival, and if the police shut the place down to investigate and we can't have the Longbowz perform here on Friday, we'll lose out on our biggest source of revenue for the year and possibly have to close the center." Given that it was Monday morning, that only gave them a scant few days to recover the missing artifact.

He leads them to an empty display, that is labeled "The Fire of Sun and Moon". The Fire of the Sun and Moon is a small statue about two feet tall, carved of whalebone joined and inlaid with gold mined from the Atlas Mountains to form a small arch. Birdlike humanoids representing the Hekawi brother-gods Nimuatu the kestrel and Maquami the owl hold a golden
orb aloft in their wings as they keep watch over day and night, respectively.

Harlot, having apparently spent some time here doing...something, pipes up with some information about the missing statue: Ringing the orb are two inscribed spirals of text, one in
Hekawi and one in Spanish. Salinas, who's escorting the heroes, explains why the statue is such an important part of the museum's collection: it has been dated to the eighteenth
century, not long before the Stanley-Mallory expedition arrived as the first non-natives to explore the Albian River valley and establish the settlements that would become Emerald City. Russian explorers also passed through the region, but it was the mid-nineteenth century before Spanish settlers spread up the coast from California. Yet when translated the Spanish and Hekawi inscriptions both reveal the same mysterious text, hinting at a shared settlement in the area that otherwise left no traces:

In timeless time, let black blood rest
Our peoples held in corrupted nest, sleeping
through forgotten days
Paths all turned to trackless ways, feathers
falling from their wing
Though winters never turn to spring, man and
beast must both lend eye
Standing vigil for the sky.


"The Fire of the Sun and Moon has always been one of the cultural center's most popular curiosities, on display beneath a sign reading "Emerald's Lost Colony?" and even featured on the cover of the Longbowz' latest album, Ghostfire Dayz. It is of vital importance that we recover it. I can show you security footage, and let you analyze anything else you wish to see. Please, help." Professor Salinas asks emphatically, he does not want all the work he's put into this center over the years to come crashing down because of this theft.
 
"More of a temporary ally than a member of the team..." He expressed in hearing the man's belief that the team had grown. Still, Onyx wasn't denying the possibility of working more closely with these people moving forward, even if they were...odd by his understanding. Leaving Brutus outside since there didn't seem to be any immediate danger, he followed along and listened to the slew of information as best he could but it was a lot to process and he lacked context to help glean all the meaning that was intended. "This theft drew me in because of the strong presence of magic. Whoever took this object was a spellcaster and perhaps this item has magical properties as well, or at least could be useful as part of a ritual." Closing his eyes and raising his left hand into the air, Onyx attempted to better focus his senses in regards to the remnant arcane energy that had originally caught his attention. While he obviously knew magic was involved, his hope was that proximity to the traces left behind might better illuminate what kinds of spells were used.

Perception check to utilize Awareness (Magic) as a mental sense: [1d20+10]=16+10=26

And Expertise (Magic) to figure out the specifics of the powers used: (Will be making a Routine check for a total of 18 unless that's not an option right now in which case feel free to roll for him with a +8 bonus)
 
The trio corroborated Onyx's words, though also vouched for him being an upstanding citizen, if a little odd. Onyx feels something with his magical senses, but he doesn't have enough information to piece together the remnants forming an arcane puzzle yet.

Further investigation leads the trio to check out the security footage. "Excellent professor, I was worried that a place run on donations may not have the money for cameras to record the place for evidence." Amethyst states, as if she is providing exposition to their temporary ally, to try and catch him up on what's going on. "Yes, well, they were donated by a local business that was upgrading to a newer system, but, hopefully we can find something. I really hope it wasn't Robert. He's one of the night security here, and he's missing." He replied a little nervously as they reviewed the footage.

"Wait a moment, stop. Go back a little bit." Mithral says, her elven eyes seeing something. As they go back, Onyx can see arcane sigils drawn in soot around the camera. That along with the energies he felt before tells them that some sort of illusion spell was used to conceal the thieves from the camera. His hypothesis about a spellcaster being the culprit seems truer than ever.
 
Onyx was smart enough to catch on that the added information was being squeezed out for his benefit, and he appreciated that to a small degree, though a part of him worried that they were underestimating him. True that he was not a native and lacked context in general but he remained confident that his skills would prevail against near any danger. This theft in particular being an interesting one on account of the supposed legend of this lost city, the naming convention of Emerald tied in to his order's use of precious stones as identifiers and it worried him that there was even the slightest chance that this was all connected back to the cult of Tul'sanah. For now he'd just have to help and hope that was not the case.

Combining his magical senses with his knowledge, as well as this interesting device which showed images of the past, there were more clues to piece together but still far from any answers. "Unless your Robert is skilled in illusion magic I do not believe he is at fault. Those are runes of concealment. Tricky to master but still relatively rudimentary in the arsenal of any budding mage. Doesn't tell us the strength of this individual though. Using the minimum effort required for a task could be the sign of a skilled person just as easily as it could mean a novice." With that line of thought dying out for the moment he couldn't resist commenting on the device they were crowded around. "I don't sense any magic from this box, curious. I thought only divination could show such images of past, present, and future. This world is very odd indeed."
 
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