Silvan Haven

The War of the Three

Saef Harken
Lenuria

It was actually several of his men that spotted the ambush predators first. Saef himself was too busy trying to figure out which of the brilliantly radiating houses was the brightest to notice the heat signatures of the "rocks" they sat upon. One by one his squad leaders called in the anomaly, pulling the Thaumaturge from his musings and directing him towards the possible threat.

They were on the ground by now, having landed nearby to proceed at a more sedate pace. So Saef had plenty of time to realize that the small hills the buildings sat atop were quite alive. And when one takes into account the fact that just about everything in the Nexus had some way to kill you the chances of them being friendly lifeforms dropped immensely. With a sigh he spoke into the comms.

"I want a full coordinated barrage on them ASAP. Bring out the missiles as well, it looks like they have some pretty hard shells."

Five minutes later all fifty men and women opened up on the crustaceans from seventy meters away. Hypervelocity missiles left trails of bubbles as they streaked into the rock like shells of their targets. Explosions erupted through the still water and were joined by the whine of the hundreds of high energy light packets following. None of the giant shellfish were likely to reach their attackers through the killbox that had been set up.

An interesting thing they had found while setting up said killbox. Apparently the entire city was booby trapped. Probably had something to do with that giant web of red lightning that had jumped over the area earlier. It hadn't done much other than slow them down of course. There was a limit to how well you could hide things with such a wide scale move. The technological traps were easily spotted by sensors and destroyed. The arcane threats were a bit trickier. Those that weren't spotted ahead of time slammed into the shields of some poor soldier, draining them but not doing much else.

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

@CoyoteLovely@Hekazu

Fionn Harken

Cleaning up and getting ready to go did not take long. All three members of the group were well practiced in the art of making and breaking camp. With each member seeing to their own task the party was on the road perhaps fifteen minutes later. As luck would have it Fionn had parked his ship in an area somewhat central to their recent travels. So instead of the days his misfit collection of do-gooders had spent wandering the countryside they now had roughly a day's march ahead of them.

Fionn walked the entire way. He probably could have rode on the wagon if he had wanted to. Grug was a nice enough person. But he wanted some time alone with his thoughts. The situation before them wasn't apocalyptic, not quite. It had the potential to be horrendous nonetheless. Necromancers didn't need population bases to wage war. They could use the bodies of their foes.

The Lich would be stopped, he was certain of that. There were champions out there just as formidable as the paladin who had stopped it last time. But if they failed and the seal broke completely millions could die before the threat was dealt with.

Evening was falling as the three reached their designation. At first it appeared to be nothing more than a large meadow. No different from a dozen others that opened up in the vast forest. Fionn took several steps out of the woodline and then very pointedly stopped, raising a hand to tell the others to stop as well. All was still for a second before the air in front of them shimmered.

KRS Wandering Guardian

It took up most of the large meadow, an absolutely massive construct to anyone born on this planet. As the group watched a ramp lowered from the side and Fionn headed up it. Upon reaching the top he turned around and spread his arms in greeting.

"Welcome my friends, to the KRS Wandering Guardian. My home away from home."

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

@Shoryu

While an Order/Chaos dichotomy would be fairly interesting, you spend almost no time explaining what the first power let's your character do. Its all limits and very little actual description.

The second one is the best so far. As long as the person using it is a skilled surgeon or the like. That's some PHD level knowledge needed right there. And most people who reach that level of skill specialize on humans or a particular kind of animal.

The third one suffers much the same problem as the first. It doesn't tell us what the user can do. I also personally have to wonder if the user's normal life is effectively over at that point. It sounds like a very Fantastic Four Thing style transformation.

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@Amaranth

Thanks. Just wait until the first time someone tries to fry them all with lightning or trap him in an infinite corridor.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Justin Harken

Name: Justin Harken

Nicknames/Aliases: Guardian

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Patron Saints

Written Description: Ask anyone what their first thought was upon seeing Justin and nine times out of ten the answer will be "big." At six and a half feet tall he and his muscles cut an imposing figure. It is somewhat offset however, by the huge smile that seems eternally plastered across his face. With a strong jaw and wide cheekbones that smile can be very big. Above them lies a pair of twinkling blue eyes that, along with his mane of blond hair, hints at a Nordic or Germanic ancestry.

When not on duty at the station house or fighting evil in the streets Justin has a very everyman wardrobe. Lots of jeans and T-shirts, a few nicer clothes, some workout clothes. It depends on the day, really.

Personality: Somewhat larger than life in a figurative as well as literal sense. He deeply believes in the mission of the Saints. A warm heart drives Justin forward in both his day job and his self appointed night job. While an iron clad moral code prevents him from straying from the path of the Guardian. He is friendly to all around him. Trying to get to know the members of his team better whenever he can and draw them closer together.

There are some parts of being a vigilante that bother him however. For one he would much rather be working with the government to clean up the streets. The fact that many of the police force are little better than crooks themselves eats at him. Killing is also a complicated subject. Justin has taken enough lives already. He knows what doing so means. But he also realizes that sometimes it is unavoidable. Sometimes you can't talk the bad guy down. Sometimes you have to put him down.

Backstory: Unsurprisingly Justin was not born in Independence City. Raised in the Pennsylvania countryside he was brought up in a family with a history of service. Military, police, EMTs and firefighters. The boy was taught about standing up for the weak and for what was right. Even when it was hard, especially when it was hard. As might have been expected he got into a lot of fights as a kid because of that. Although he never seemed to lack friends as a result of them.

When he was eighteen Justin joined the Army. Two full four year tours. The first couple years were in noncombat postings at several US bases around the globe. The second two were active combat in the Middle East. He learned a lot in those two years. Killed his first person, lost friends for the first time. Justin finished his first tour changed but not broken. And when he signed up for another four years he also entered Ranger school.

There was no third tour. Eight years in the military was enough for Justin. He wasn't planning on becoming a lifer so he got out. Of course he couldn't just become an office manager or something equally boring after all that. He still wanted to feel like he was part of something, something that was making a difference in the world. So the next step was obviously to become a fireman.

For the past year the ex-Ranger has been part of the Independence City Fire Department. It was a busy time before he got superpowers. Now between his duties as a firefighter, Fire Marshal classes and being the Guardian he is finding downtime a rare commodity.

Carried Weapons/Items: 9mm Glock, (rubber and lead rounds.)

Six inch "pocket" knife and a small boot knife.

Taser.

Kevlar armor vest.

Zipties.

Paracord bracelet.

Superpowers: Justin's ability is a simple one on the surface. He can overwrite, or perhaps reset, a piece of reality back to what he considers normal. Say someone got shot or had a limb hacked off. Most people don't consider that to be normal. So Justin uses his power, the person glows white and is suddenly all healed. It's not limited to people either. Places and things are also free game.

There are costs and limits of course. The larger the target the more energy it takes to reset it. Also he can't wish ordinary human beings out of existence.

Skills: Eight years in the army can teach a guy a few things. Especially on how to break people and their stuff. Justin is highly capable in a variety of methods on putting people on or in the ground. Give him a gun, knives or nothing at all and he can get it done.

He also has a solid knowledge of explosives, mechanics and a passing knowledge of structural engineering. Both from his days needing to know to best way to destroy something and his days as a fireman needing to know how to prevent something from being destroyed.

Extra:

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

@CoyoteLovely@Hekazu

Fionn Harken

It seemed that the other two had taken his question as somewhat more threatening than he had intended it to be. Anzu had already shown himself as non hostile some time ago. Pitch black and flaming or not there was no need to kill a peaceful creature.

"I'll help." Fionn said as he swallowed the last mouthful of meat and got up. He moved around the small campsite to collect the other's plates. It would take all day to get to where his ship was landed and the young mage didn't want to waste anymore time than needed.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Hey, wasn't joking when I popped in before. Have a thing.

Justin Harken

Name: Justin Harken

Nicknames/Aliases: Guardian

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Patron Saints

Written Description: Ask anyone what their first thought was upon seeing Justin and nine times out of ten the answer will be "big." At six and a half feet tall he and his muscles cut an imposing figure. It is somewhat offset however, by the huge smile that seems eternally plastered across his face. With a strong jaw and wide cheekbones that smile can be very big. Above them lies a pair of twinkling blue eyes that, along with his mane of blond hair, hints at a Nordic or Germanic ancestry.

When not on duty at the station house or fighting evil in the streets Justin has a very everyman wardrobe. Lots of jeans and T-shirts, a few nicer clothes, some workout clothes. It depends on the day, really.

Personality: Somewhat larger than life in a figurative as well as literal sense. He deeply believes in the mission of the Saints. A warm heart drives Justin forward in both his day job and his self appointed night job. While an iron clad moral code prevents him from straying from the path of the Guardian. He is friendly to all around him. Trying to get to know the members of his team better whenever he can and draw them closer together.

There are some parts of being a vigilante that bother him however. For one he would much rather be working with the government to clean up the streets. The fact that many of the police force are little better than crooks themselves eats at him. Killing is also a complicated subject. Justin has taken enough lives already. He knows what doing so means. But he also realizes that sometimes it is unavoidable. Sometimes you can't talk the bad guy down. Sometimes you have to put him down.

Backstory: Unsurprisingly Justin was not born in Independence City. Raised in the Pennsylvania countryside he was brought up in a family with a history of service. Military, police, EMTs and firefighters. The boy was taught about standing up for the weak and for what was right. Even when it was hard, especially when it was hard. As might have been expected he got into a lot of fights as a kid because of that. Although he never seemed to lack friends as a result of them.

When he was eighteen Justin joined the Army. Two full four year tours. The first couple years were in noncombat postings at several US bases around the globe. The second two were active combat in the Middle East. He learned a lot in those two years. Killed his first person, lost friends for the first time. Justin finished his first tour changed but not broken. And when he signed up for another four years he also entered Ranger school.

There was no third tour. Eight years in the military was enough for Justin. He wasn't planning on becoming a lifer so he got out. Of course he couldn't just become an office manager or something equally boring after all that. He still wanted to feel like he was part of something, something that was making a difference in the world. So the next step was obviously to become a fireman.

For the past year the ex-Ranger has been part of the Independence City Fire Department. It was a busy time before he got superpowers. Now between his duties as a firefighter, Fire Marshal classes and being the Guardian he is finding downtime a rare commodity.

Carried Weapons/Items: 9mm Glock, (rubber and lead rounds.)

Six inch "pocket" knife and a small boot knife.

Taser.

Kevlar armor vest.

Zipties.

Paracord bracelet.

Superpowers: Justin's ability is a simple one on the surface. He can overwrite, or perhaps reset, a piece of reality back to what he considers normal. Say someone got shot or had a limb hacked off. Most people don't consider that to be normal. So Justin uses his power, the person glows white and is suddenly all healed. It's not limited to people either. Places and things are also free game.

There are costs and limits of course. The larger the target the more energy it takes to reset it. Also he can't wish ordinary human beings out of existence.

Skills: Eight years in the army can teach a guy a few things. Especially on how to break people and their stuff. Justin is highly capable in a variety of methods on putting people on or in the ground. Give him a gun, knives or nothing at all and he can get it done.

He also has a solid knowledge of explosives, mechanics and a passing knowledge of structural engineering. Both from his days needing to know to best way to destroy something and his days as a fireman needing to know how to prevent something from being destroyed.

Extra:

The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

I’ll see if I can work one more RPG into my schedule.

The War of the Three

@The 42nd Gecko@Lmpkio

Saef Harken
Lenuria

As it turned out High Command had in fact decided on a punishment. While not an official demotion, he was still a Captain, his command of a full company had been switched out for a platoon. Which meant that instead of leading two hundred men and woman into the water he was reduced to just fifty. It stung and definitely changed what he could do on the battlefield. But he could work with it.

Captain Harken led his troops into the water at speed. His new tome fading into existence behind him and a bladed wall of light appeared in front of the formation. With his new power such a move was nothing and it essentially turned the platoon into a quantum particle propelled airplane. Or aquaplane as the case may be. A few quick modifications to their filtration systems had optimized them for underwater breathing. The group could stay down there for days if needed.

It was a was much smaller battlefield this time. A mere fraction of the space taken up by the vast graveyard they had recently fought in. Of course when half of that space was taken up by the ruins of the city that had to be searched it suddenly seemed much bigger. They didn't have the time to do it the the ordinary way. So it was time to cheat.

Everything had some magic in it. Even if it was pointlessly small. Saef's training in the thaumaturgical arts had taught him how to see that magic in the form of auras. Lights and colors that varried depending on the power and type of magic in play. Something with the power of the staff they were looking for should be blazing away like a bonfire. After a quick scan of the ruins he directed his men towards the largest magical concentration of power he could find, placing a digital waypoint down and letting the suit computers work out the details of the formation flying needed to get them there.

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@Agent 47

Oh yeah something I noticed. A couple of the profiles seem a bit odd as far as the powers go. The invisible lady has had her power for the past year and the mind control dude assumedly got his as a result of a deal with Ye Elder Cthulian Stranger.

Can't say I mind the latter. More Lovecraft gives me more chances to banish it back past the Outer Gates, but thought I would inquire anyway.