Thursday, March 7, 2019

Penthouse Blitz


Owls Go Hollywood
Penthouse Blitz

The Owlmandos have entered the air duct from the roof, ready to wreck SoloChem’s nefarious plans.

The narrow, twisting air ducts empty into a cramped, two foot high crawlspace that stretches out on all sides for as far as you can see in the dim light. The crawlspace floor is made of flimsy tiles suspended from the ceiling with metal struts. The area is filled with electrical wiring, plumbing, sprinkler system machinery, and ventilation shafts.
You hear murmuring voices directly below you, and thin streams of light shine up from cracks in the flimsy tiles below your feet.
You suddenly realize that you are in the drop ceiling above the labs. The crawlspace “floor” is made of lightweight ceiling tiles suspended below the roof of the building. The two foot gap between the real ceiling and the drop ceiling is just enough room…to travel freely.

Tristan gently lifts one of the tiles and the owls crowd together to peer inside. They see a number of technicians bustling about, administering strange injections into freighted rats, lizards, and other creatures.  Gawain grips his sword and readies himself to charge in, but is stopped by Percival, who shakes his head, desiring caution. Gawain ruffles his feathers, but gives into his brothers. For now, at least.

Carefully picking their steps, they make their way around the crawlspace.

Monday, March 4, 2019

On Silent Wings


Owls Go Hollywood
On Silent Wings

Over the towering skyscrapers of New York, three silent figures glide overhead. Slowly, they approach the waterfront, wings gently flapping, as they cross the roofs of crumbling old word buildings. Then, a towering, high tech fortress looms over the water like a sullen giant.

The Owlmandos are approaching the headquarters of SoloChem, a violent crime cartel. Over the past few weeks, an instantly addictive designer drug called “Blue Ice” has been hitting the streets. Det. “Bulldog” Payne, their liaison with the New York Police, has traced its manufacture to the top floors of this very respectable-looking, though heavily fortified, building. Mass shipments are due to leave tomorrow for destinations around the country, where they will be given away as “free samples,” creating hordes of instant addicts.  Bribes from SoloChem boss Fred Porcelain have kept the cops away, but the Owlmandos have no such restrictions. They have been charged with destroying the lab and the shipments, but to retrieve any documentation and samples, for later prosecution. 


The building is too well-fortified for a direct assault, which is why the Owlmando’s were sent on this mission. The roof is the weakest point, and the silently swoop around the building to gather information.

The roof is empty except for a few small chimneys, a helicopter, a two-foot wide air duct, and a bored goon yawning as he patrols around the rooftop door. A walkie-talkie hangs on his hip, and he is listening to it through a pair of headphones.

Gawain glances at his brother Tristan, who responds with a curt nod of approval. Gawain breaks formation and swoops high into the air, then folds his wings and dives quickly at the bored guard. 

Friday, March 1, 2019

Owlmandos!


Created by the eccentric and brilliant billionaire Doctor Thurston Rheinhart, these avian heroes were raised to protect and cherish humanity. Working with Detective Jack “Bulldog” Payne and his elite Special Investigation Squad, they take to the night to battle those threats too strange, too bizarre, and too dangerous for the NYPD. Threats only the Owlmando’s can handle!
Or, at least, that’s what they were raised to believe. In truth, Jack Payne is a disgraced EX cop, drummed out for corruption. He and Doctor Rheinhart are employees of The Syndicate, a ruthless criminal organization bent on running the streets. Their arch-foes are the Shadow, a criminal Ninja clan. Unable to defeat these feared master assassins on their own terms, the Syndicate created the Owlmando’s as their very own “heroes.”

Since their debut a few months ago, the Owlmando’s have become a popular “urban legend” around New York, and have successfully thwarted The Shadow numerous times. Now they are focused on cleaning up the streets.

They are:

Tristan
Created with Hero Machine
Real Name: Tristan Strix
Attributes: IQ 11 ME 12 MA 19 (60% Trust/Intimidate) PS 25 PP 28 PE 18 PB 21 (65% Charm/Impress) SPD 14
Age:  16  Sex: Male
Alignment: Principled
Weight:  61lbs Height: 2’6”
Hit Points:  24  SDC: 67
Disposition: Brave, caring, and considerate. Just wants to do what’s right.
Human Features:
·        Hands: Full
·        Stance: Full
·        Speech: Full
·        Looks: None
Psionic: None
Level of Experience: 1st
Education: Special training with abilities
Scholastic Bonus: +15%
Weapon Proficiencies: WP Sword WP Staff Paired Weapons WP Sub-Machinegun WP Automatic Pistol
Physical Skills/Training: Gymnastics, (Sense of Balance 75%, Climb Rope 89%, Climbing 47%, Back Flip 99%) Boxing, Wrestling, Athletics (General), Body Building, Prowl 87%,
Other Skills: Espionage 55%, Detect Concealment 45%, Interrogation 55%, Land Navigation 55%, Pick Locks 50%, Tracking 45%, Wilderness Survival 55%, Language: Japanese 55%, Photography 50%
Combat Skills: Martial Arts. Number of attacks: 5. +9 to Roll w/ Punch, +13 to Parry/Dodge, Knockout on Natural 20, Damage +10 +7 to Strike, Pin on 18-20, Crush/Squeeze 1d4, Tackle 1d4
Personality: He was raised to be a hero, and being a hero is all he wants to be. Tristan truly tries to make the best of any situation, and will do his best to save and protect as many as he can. He loves his brothers, and his family, but he still often feels alone. More than anything, he would like to be able to get out and meet normal people and be part of the wider world, but he knows his responsibilities prevent such a thing.
Preferred Weapon: Sword.

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