Just as a heads up to everyone... I've been dragged kicking and screaming summoned for jury duty. It messes with my work and home
schedule something awful, with the result that I don't know how much time I'll have to play, or when I'll have it to play with, for this week and
next.

And, thanks to the laws in the county and/or state that I live in... even this first trial finishes up tomorrow, I'm still in the pool for further trials,
for the full two weeks. Arrgh.

So, anyway, if you don't see me around, this is why.

--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs

First off, I just want to say that this is ALL YOUR FAULT! Yes, you, who keep writing these wonderful Tales, and have made my muse drag me kicking and
screaming into writing this.

Secondly, this has not been proofed, and is, most like, riddled with errors. Especially tense errors. I've never, ever, gotten the hang of those, and this
being written in but an hour and a half, its probably rife with them.

Anywhen.....

Tales of the Legendary: Duty to the Innocent

Its been a couple of months since then, but I can still remember it pretty well.

It was a normal day at Uni for me, my friends and I had just gotten out of Rethinking Philosophical Connections (an unfortunate requirement for my English
major), and were heading towards lunch at the cafeteria. Maria and Jennifer were laughing about one of the questions James (who was slinking behind us,
mumbling something to Rick) had answered in class.

My hearing wasn't as good as some (Hell, Space and Reyshal beat me on hearing tests hands down, pointy ears and all), but it was good enough to hear James
and Rick discussing bets... about my supposed Heroing career. This was something of a sore subject for me. For the two years I'd been going to Paragon U,
there'd been bets and gambling about 'Who' I was. Heroside, that is.

I'd registered by my birth name: Elizabeth Glorien Jr. (Why Junior, Mom? Really, couldn't I have been the 2nd or something completely different?)
Between that and my appearance had led to the school community deciding that I had to be a Hero of some sort and immediately betting pools started to pop up
regarding my Hero Name, powers, even what my costume was like (Some of the more perverted artists tried drawing me in a 'costume' once. Once Admin got
word of it he stopped. I'm pretty certain he never started again.)

Needless to say, I wasn't really happy about two of the people I actually considered friends discussing something I really wished didn't exist. When
confronted them about it, Maria and Jennifer stopped laughing and glared at the two, who just withered and admitted to joking about it themselves, but not
participating, either in bets or info. At that point I just put my hands on my hips and looked up into their eyes (it really, *really* sucks being stuck in a
13 year old body), and said, "I still don't get why everyone thinks I'm a Hero anyway. There's gotta be people out there affected by a spell,
or mutants, or genengineered that choose not ta go the Vig or Vil route. Stars Above, guys! Its pretty much statistically impossible f'r every possible
Hero to be one! Jeez." After that, I just turned away and started walking again.

The four of them had cringed from me and then followed. I still just about heard the lightbulb go off above Rick's head. "Hey, E," he called,
"You didn't just say that you *weren't* a Hero."

I had stopped and mentally smacked my head a few times. We had been standing on one of the covered bridges between buildings with a good view from the front
lawn down the streets all the way to Founder's Square (Some of the engineering students took potshots over this bridge when they did their yearly trebuchet
competition.)

Jennifer had been the first to see it, her head turning and her mouth opening in shock, the rest of us following her gaze to see a sight not welcomed on the
campus (or anywhere really): A full bore Zeus Malta Titan. This particular specimen had been chasing two Heroes, each of them noticeably unwounded, but still
running as fast as they could towards the Uni, as if trying to get the police drones to eliminate the Titan. It might even have worked, had not recent City
budget reshuffling had deemed the University Campus' as 'Low Risk Zones' and taken away all but a few of the drones, which were stationed at the
major entrances and exits to the campus. The Heroes (and the Titan following them), were running straight across the front lawn, bypassing the normal entry
points and well out of the range of the police drones.

If the Titan had gotten to the buildings, it was likely that it could not have identified Hero from student. A massacre could have occurred. At least,
that's how the press put the spin on it, after the fact.

At the time, I wasn't thinking in those terms. I just knew that the killing machine would reap a swath through my fellow students, Innocent of wronging it.
And I knew with every fiber of my being that it was my Duty to protect them.

I had gestured to my friends, and commanded them to stay down (I don't remember the exact words, the adrenaline had burst into my veins), then I
teleported, landing perhaps thirty feet forward on the ground, and about a hundred and fifty feet in front of the Titan. I gathered my Fire, and took aim with
my arm, fueling the blast recklessly with magic before I let it go.

A solid beam of ignited air linked us for a breath, then all was silent for a moment. The Titan's chest armor had been slagged, but from what I knew of
them, it was far from dead. One of the Heroes took aim with her rifle and let off a short burst, the other fell to the ground and activated his Emergency
Medical Recall. I don't remember what the rifle-girl did after that, I was focused too much on the Titan itself.

As it raised its arms to fire at me, I teleported again, landing behind it. I focused my Ice, and touched the machine's feet, causing a cascade of ice to
form around them, encasing them in shards of ice and freezing it to the ground. As the Titan pivoted its upper half on its torso to attack me, again I
teleported, this time to its side, so that it's weaponry would be facing directly away from me. A quickly gathered and released blast of fire hit the back
of its head, not doing more than heating the armor there to a brilliant cherry red, before I teleported one final time, some fifteen feet above it.

As I hung in the air for a moment, I saw it pivoting around again, obviously searching for me. When the last of my spell let me drop, I positioned my hands and
formed my favorite weapon.

The spear of ice impacted directly on the heated metal behind the Titan's head, and with my own weight and strength behind it, shattered the armor there.
The spear kept going, deep into the machine's more delicate components. When I had judged that the point was in the middle of its torso, I sent another
focused burst of magic down the spear.

I'm told that from an outside view, my final attack appeared as if I had dropped out of the sky with my spear in my hands, impaled the Titan cleanly, then
caused the tip of the spear to explode in all directions, piercing the machine like it had swallowed a porcupine of ice.

At that point, my feet touched down on the Titan's back, and through my shoes I could feel the inner workings of it cease the hum of its electronics
breaking up, the whir of its machinery slow and halt.

And, as anyone knows, that's when the real pandemonium began.

If I ever feel like reliving that abominable circus again, I'll write it down, but for now I'll close this little tale. I know it isn't really
required for members to put their experiences on file at the base, and I doubt anyone really reads them over, anyway (I mean, who would really believe that
Space Mage can get her best powers from Myspace?)

But on the subject of Space, I'm stealing her little title, as so many others have done. This is just my little tale of the Duty that calls me, and that
called me back to being a Hero.

* * * * *

So, the way I see it, Brahela, the writer here, sees the repository of stories by other members of the Legendary as sort of a mission and joining summaries.
and doesn't quite understand why others would read them for entertainment. Meta-gaming wise, its my little way of rationalizing where all these stories are
going to, in game. Lora'lai likely has a small section of the computers set up to archive these as a sort of 'Living History' of the Legendary.

Of course, that's how I see it. Bob, Logan, feel free to reprimand and state the truth of the matter if you feel nessesary.

The Typical Fen Hodgpodge spacestation courtesy of PS-238.

The launch pod from the previous page seems typical of Fentech as well.

Because I bore easily, here's a all-up report (generated by http://www.nbos.com/products/astro/astro.htm]Astrosynthesis 2.0) on what the Solar System looks like around the end of the Boskone War, give or take a few things:

http://fnord.sandwich.net/fenspace/solsystem.html]Sol System 2015

Note that this particular report is not 100% complete - there's always something going on, and while I bore easily, I don't bore so easily that I'm willing to plot orbital elements for every single fen outpost in the system. Nor do I actually *know* what all the fen outposts are.

Comments, quibbles, etc.
Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery

FenWiki - Your One-Stop Shop for Fenspace Information

"I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"

Live-evil's fansub of episode 14 is out.

Finally.

(And if you like YUA, you'll like this episode - it plays very much as if Fujishima himself wrote the story.)

It's available from the usual sources.

Just thought folks might like to know.
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

Right as I'm going to bed, I decide to hop onto CoH and see what's going on. It turns out that the only thing of interest is a Synapse TF by a pick up group. Despite my better judgment, I join the team. Well, it seems I lucked out, getting two level 50 players that seem to give a damn and a level 18 that's not too bad. Sadly, the 18, Alli Gill, had to leave early on due to a leaking roof, but the rest of us pushed on, capturing the Clockwork King in a little over three hours!

From Left to Right; Uron, Charlie Stone, Synapse and Lady of the Peace, who hit security level 21 after this TF, well and truly establishing herself as a hero separate from her brother.
... man that's a bad picture.

I got to thinking about this recently. What with the extra slots for most of our players and the likelihood of most of them being Virtue....

We should set up an UberTeam, that is, a set of eight characters designed to play together and totally DOMINATE the game.

Each participant would select an AT and then discussions would ensue as to what powersets each should be.

My own preferences would include at least one pentad with three other slots available for "open-choice" AT/Powerset.

The first night of play would be character creation and running from the Sewers, to the first KR mish, through the Hollows to at least Frostfire. This will
easily place the team in range of Posi for the masochistic "Task Force *dayname*" or perhaps the first Midnight Club arc.

Fifteen should come swiftly enough that we could then do Synapse or Faultline, etc. etc.

We can give these a tentative "Run Two" timeframe

So for the Blueside version we need:

Tanker -- ???/??? played by ?

Scrapper -- ???/??? played by ?

Blaster -- Psi/Psi played by Foxboy

Controller -- Plant/??? played by RevDark

Defender -- rad/rad played by SofaSpud

Open -- ???/??? played by Valles

Open -- ???/??? played by ?

Open -- ???/??? played by ?

Redside Version

Mastermind --Nin/Storm played by Sweno

Corrupter -- Rad/Rad played by Valles

Dominator -- ???/???

Stalker -- ???/???

Brute -- ???/???

Arachnos Widow -- played by Foxboy

Arachnos Soldier -- played by Corrupted Flame

Open -- ???/???

Any takers?

ETA: takers
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''

-- James Nicoll

I just discovered http://www.urbanfonts.com/free-fonts.htm]a website with more than a few useful free fonts - and a preview feature.

You know what that means... 8)

Links to the font download pages:

http://www.urbanfonts.com/fonts/Rolling_Rocker.htm]Main title?
http://www.urbanfonts.com/fonts/Valdemar.htm]DWI (alas, this font has no punctionation marks)
http://www.urbanfonts.com/fonts/Blade_Runner.htm]DWII (sort of)
http://www.urbanfonts.com/fonts/Harry_P.htm]DWVIII
http://www.urbanfonts.com/fonts/Slayer.htm]DWXIII
http://www.urbanfonts.com/fonts/Nasalization.htm]A certain stagger

Samples: Edit: Oh, dear - the images aren't coming up. See them http://web.ncf.ca/fm536/titles/]here...

Re-Edit: And here's http://www.urbanfonts.com/fonts/Magna_Veritas.htm]a font that might work for DWV, maybe. (I paid for the commercial version of that font... but that's okay, because the commercial version has non-alphabetic characters, such as numerals.)
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

Or is it just that nobody's had a chance to see the movie?

Anyway... Road and Track did a road test of the Mach 5.

I'm surprised that the builders got at least two of the buttons to work just as shown in the anime...

--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

Jumping on the Legendary 'Fic bandwagon. Morgan, this is all new material, pursuant to my latest email to you - I still wanna do that, just need to make it
Dramatically Correct.