Hal Henderics

"Oh my goodness, we are already out of time. I swear, we need a better way of handling recruits than th-" Suddenly, the room cracks like glass, the space between air splintering out like lightning, the woman herself immediately is gone. And then... Reality Shatters. -- World of Worm: Part 1: Cladogenesis Everyone finds that the reality they once existed in has fallen apart like shards of glass out of a window, revealing a dark and dank alleyway. Two dumpsters lie to either side. The air is filled with odd smells, first of all. The scents of the ocean, and of course, of garbage and decay. Immediately outside of the alley, The sight of urban decay greets the group. It is somewhat hidden, but it's clearly not a place that is very well taken care of. People walk up and down the street on occasion, but considering it is night time, there are not many. Even less drive down the road next to that street. A fire escape makes it's home on each side of the Alleyway, a means by which one could escape one of these tall buildings in the event of a fire, or some other building-threatening thing. The Ladders for both are raised up currently, above the reach of a baseline human without special abilities.

Somatotrope speaks, finally, slowly and carefully to Proditor. "This is insane, I hope you realize. In... Where I live, There's a Classification system, Shaker, Mover, Breaker, Trump, Brute, Master, Tinker, Blaster, Striker, so on." "Masters with the ability to control others are a thing, so I'm having a very hard and terrifying time trying to not dismiss this as me being Mastered right now by some freak who can create hallucinations. It is a much more reasonable explanation than..." she waves out to the party.

"Yes, you explained exactly what the purpose of this group is very nearly better than I myself have." She nods. "I understand you keyblade wielders are a very traditional lot, but I hope your desire to preserve the worlds is greater than your desire to obey rules." She continues.

"I trust you to use your best judgement, You might find it difficult to convince others that you are from another world, if you choose to take that route." she nods.

"As I mentioned, my time is running short, and your destination is pre-decided. If a star destroyer from your world were to get involved at this point, it would be in combat with one of the Actual Trespassers." "You are not expected to fight an Endbringer, certainly, and according to the projected timeline, you shouldn't end up dealing with them for a long while, and by then, you will hopefully have more worlds under your belt." "Focus on solving some local issues at your destination, and obtaining a method of Interdimentional travel." "15 Minutes now." she continues, as an afterthought.

"There are 3 of these Endbringer creatures, None have yet been killed, and If I'm not mistaken, the issue is so dramatic that there are several cities that were quarantined in this manner, due to being compromised by the Simurgh, the Endbringer with Fine Telekinesis and near Omniscient Future Sight. Do not fight these creatures as you are, they routinely kill off several tens of heroes and villains per month, and no true victory has ever been achieved against them or their goals yet." She says simply. "I used to study Multiversal Science and Neurology. When I Encoded my mind and personality into the Ether, I had the choice of having that event be removed from time, or working to ends like the one I'm working towards here."

"Uhh, Rules of Engagement, Let me check." She flips through more papers as Harry asks his question. "Anonymity seems to be the shield that Heroes and Villains operate under, Don't attack them in their uncostumed identity, do not attempt to unmask them, do not attempt to kill, where possible, don't go after their family. It is a world which mirrors most Earths which possess a large human population, with the main difference being what is referred to as "Cape Culture", or the dynamics caused by the appearance of superpowered individuals. If your file is correct, you, being from a version of Earth, should be fine on most other fronts." "Oh! Do not reveal your origins in Switzerland, that country has been destroyed by a creature known as an Endbringer, whose power allows them to turn any human being into a sleeper agent who, when they become active, attempts to cause mass death and destruction."

"Earth Bet is the world this young lady is from." Dr. Ebon gestures to Somatotrope, who until now had been standing off to the side, stunned and still. "It's a very strenuous world, where there are 3 villains for every 1 hero, and various horrific threats to humanity. Projected timeline on it has human extinction in 20 years or less, currently." "Consider this world a trial run of your abilities, your goal is to help others and learn to cooperate with one another. There should be obvious problems to deal with no matter where you end up, but your location should be tweaked to provide you a way off world for when you are ready. It will take several visits to this place to get it in fighting shape, I'll warn you, so don't be afraid to move on to another world for additional experience and aid." "As for Payment, Everyone dies if the Trespassers win. Furthermore, every world you visit is one unlike any other in many ways. The Payment would be access to resources potentially worth more than gold, ripe for the taking." "There is even one world, albiet, they are more than capable of taking care of their own business, who have wish granting relics without the normal downsides of being granted a wish." "Just an example, of course."

The woman looks completely dumbfounded. "You... Did all of you get amnesia or something? You were supposed to get the choice to help save all creation or not." "All of you should have gotten the choice to take part in a conflict spanning every possible world." "This will be so much more difficult if you all forgot that, and I will be filling several complaints." All Enthusiasm deflates from her body, like the balloon of a sad clown. She lays down the papers. "My name is Yamato Jules, but I am better known as Doctor Ebon" "You all are here because The Multiverse is being eaten alive by entities whose end goal is the consumption of all extant energy, matter, and concept." "The Higher up I report to is the Avatar of said Creation. Normally, you would all have already been dumped on a world in need of your unique talents and abilities with no further explanation. I believed however, that doing so would only hinder you more than it would help. You see, as it stands, there are countless worlds that are practically ruined already by the time one of these monsters arrives, and an even larger amount who cannot fight off the Trespassers long enough for help to arrive." "You all may be skilled in combat by some means or another, but the reason you all have been assembled into this particular group is to remedy the issue I've presented. Travel the Multiverse, help bring up ruined worlds to places worth living in, worth saving, bring up powerful worlds even further, you all have talents which could be spread to others, Merits which I firmly believe you could use to prepare defenses, to prepare worlds for attack, or at least prevent them fighting the end of their world on multiple fronts." "Ordinary, good men and women would be able to defeat the evils and sorrows of their world, or at least have that opportunity. With the Trespasser Menace spreading fast, Any world could be faced with an impossible enemy to defeat. They would survive longer without horrific entities already gunning for apocalypse in their own homes, and they would certainly survive longer if they themselves were stronger and better equipped." "This isn't going to be a hard or stressful job, hopefully. Your Duty isn't necessarily to fight these threats yourselves, though if needs must, I believe you more than capable of handling yourselves. Take it slow, muster your resources, and try to build foundations to weather the oncoming storm." She checks her wrist, upon which a watch is attached. "I've got about 20 minutes for questioning, before this room dissolves into ether and you all wake up again in Earth Bet." she finishes, arms crossed.

The woman startles, before making the concession to glance up at the alien, and then the human. "Uhh." Multitasking is not her strong suit, or so it seems, as she squints for a moment, scribbling something on a paper, before turning up again to speak. "Not sure, I got whichever place was available, sir. One of the empty meeting rooms. I managed to convince the higher ups to at least give you a rundown of why you are here. More than the last poor bastards got." "I barely had time to drag some tables in here. Who has a meeting without even tables?"

Everyone awakens in a white room, already standing and with no groggy sense, like that one would have when awaking naturally, the room looks like some kind of a meeting chamber, marble flooring tastefully compliments an alabaster wood paneling along the walls. A set of simple plastic tables, mass produced and recognizable as such are assembled in the middle of the room, around them, in direct contrast, red velvet and ebony thrones circle them. The lights appear to be simple spheres embedded in the ceiling, while a few pens sit on the table, capped and unused. Strangely, despite the mundane nature of the room, it clearly is nothing but. There are no doors, no windows, there are not even outlets on the walls. The room is also unnaturally clean, like it has never been used before. A frazzled doctor sits in one of the thrones, putting together several papers and leafing through them quickly. The woman is muttering to herself, she does not seem angry, but appears to be stressed, like the type of stress one has as they prepare for an irritating discussion, or struggle to meet a rapidly approaching deadline. The woman is wearing a thick leather trenchcoat, colored the same shade of white as the floors and walls, a Timeclock card is clipped to one of her pockets on the breast of her coat. "You all wait a moment while I try to clear this mess up. It will take a little bit of time, we're all getting a bit rushed here." She says, kindly, but urgently. She then chuckles lightly, before going about organizing the papers. "Feel free to talk with your new Colleagues a bit." she continues after a moment.

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There is a certain beauty to this place, an infinite starry shower of worlds, passing into and out of existence, more stories than there are dots of light in the sky, this cycle of creation and destruction is one which contains the glory and majesty of light and life. It is here that we see the delicate balance of worlds floating along is disrupted, that they are plunged beneath the thin film of sanity upon which they reside. In this place, there were now monsters, creatures which consumed all before them, and in turn became all before them. An endless tide of hungry mouths, sapping the very essence of all that is. Tainting what they touch, destroying what lies before them, leaving nothing behind. In a Multiverse Beset by creatures beyond comprehension, there are still heroes, this is the story of one such group, a group of potentially powerful beings, each from the far corners of many worlds. They have been brought together in a lull of the action, one no less deadly, and no less important to the fate of everything. These Privileged few are not here to tear down the works of these Black Invaders, but rather, to bolster the forces that would oppose them. To bring war and peace in equal measure, to give strength to worlds that are pure, that they might survive the things that Trespass upon them. These Privileged few are indeed you. You who have been taken from your home reality, wherever that may be, with the intention of helping to preserve the world you once existed in, and in addition, every other world that exists upon the gossamer void that stretches across the endless infinity. Premise System/Character Sheet. Blank Character Sheet Rule Notes Guidelines for Characters Link to Discord Channel Link to Master Doc for Game

The cannon pauses for a moment, seeming to grumble, before a cough of black smoke errupts from it. Strange ant like machines suddenly pour forth from the cannon's mouth, en masse.

"We aren't strong enough or smart enough to hold back against these servants." "I'm trying my hardest right now to accept that, even though I want to agree with you more than anything else." Laver finishes, looking at Isobel. "If we want mercy, we have to make it, get strong, and figure out this thing. We can't save anyone if we can't save ourselves."

"I'd like to observe that teaching, should it happen. I can only heal using my Heartstrung sword, right now."

Laver looks frustrated. "Does it matter? We didn't learn anything we can use for the next time." "If we fought the next servant thinking that, we could get hurt when they show that they are perfectly willing." "All we learned here is that we don't understand what is going on."

Laver's Weapon disappears into motes of light, flashing from his hands. "None of this was right, and now, it never will be." He sighs, disappointed. "Let's get going guys, our friends are probably waiting for us, They might even need our help." He walks to the cave exit, but only stands by it, waiting for the others to get done.

Laver is surrounded with a crackling yellow field of electricity, which lifts him off the ground and launches him at Medea, hefting his Heartstrung sword, he flings it skyward, a ringing peal of noise as he releases his Bad Vibes. "It's Over!" He shouts. Activate Overdrive, Granting the user First strike this turn. Vibe Release, Decreasing Medea's RES by 2, and recovering 2 Health to himself.

"This! This is the true power of Hatred! Feel the ultimate sting, The Gorgon's Poison! Petrifaction Incarnate!" Cackling Madly, Dackly Blasts Dragon Tooth Warrior Battalion C with Petrify, while Gozer Continues to charge Deleterious Bomb! The Petrify would deal 1d6+14 Hate Stacks to Each Skeleton Individually, While Deleterious Bomb would gain 4+1d2 Damage!

Laver Smashes Mitsu in the face, healing her for 1d6+11 Health. "Sorry Mam, I swear I'm healing you!"

John Berot, the Fancy Fencer

"You are all boneheads!" "You already said that." "Not to the skeletons! Hey Skeletons! Screw You!" Dackly Blasts Dragon Tooth Archer Battalion B with Petrify, while Gozer Continues to charge Deleterious Bomb! The Petrify would deal 1d6+14 Hate Stacks to Each Skeleton Individually, While Deleterious Bomb would gain 4+1d2 Damage!