Friday, June 29, 2018, 9:30 AM Norfolk, VA

  I woke up a little nervous, as if what Jonathan was saying was true, I didn’t want to get off on a bad foot with Captain America. I got Rex awake and told him to get his morning flight in quickly, because I didn’t know if Rex was going to be needed for the meeting, and went back over the list of which emotions correlated to which general locations. I got up and made sure that every part of my kit was ready. I had the last remaining two ponchos to deliver to Bob, so I got them in my haversack, and thinking quickly, I put a fair amount of the generic things over the top of them, just to make it more difficult for someone else to attempt to steal from my backpack. I finished locking up the storage unit and got my bike ready to go.

  I started heading out to get some breakfast at a sit down place, and looked up a place that was open. The place that was open that was suggested to me was Yorgo’s Bageldashery, so I got directions there and headed that way. When I got there, I found the staff pleasant, and after a little while trying to figure out what to order before I heard a voice behind me recommend the Breakfast Burrito, so I ordered that. I got a coffee as well, and paid via my phone tap, leaving a decent tip. I paid for the coffee of the guy behind me, who had made the recommendation, and he got a “breakfast burrito” as well.

  After I got my order, I went to a table and sat down, and the guy was polite as he asked if it was okay to sit with me. I shrugged, and said that it was fine, and asked if he was from here, as his accent didn’t sound like most of the people here. He told me that he had been here for a while, a long time ago, but that he had only gotten into the Hampton Roads area last night. I offered up that I had not been here more than a month myself, but that I had found the area okay, even if there seemed to be a fair amount of crime. The guy was listening along and when I was done, he asked me how I had been affected by the Blip.

  I pondered for a minute, while I had a bite of the “Breakfast Burrito”, and after getting a drink of the coffee to clear my throat, I offered up that I had gotten… displaced… by the event, but that I was getting situated here fairly well. The blond haired guy nodded and asked how I felt about it. I shrugged, replying that life can be messy, but that I was just working to keep going and make my little place in the world a little better. The man nodded along to that and said that this was a good philosophy to live by. We finished up our separate meals and I thanked him for the conversation, but that I had to head to work.

  The man agreed and said that he had a person to meet later in the day, and that he should get ready for that. I stood up and offered to grab his plate, and he shook his head, saying that I paid, the least he can do is clear the table. I nodded thankfully and wished him luck with his meeting. He said that he was more certain that it was going to go well than he had been before getting here, and then wished that I would be successful in my day too. I smiled and patted my bag, telling him that I was delivering my last consignment and then I would be back to having some time to work on my own things before I continued with more consignments.

  We split up and I continued on to patrol a bit before I came upon a group of four big guys that were acting extremely sketchy. I prepared by ducking around a corner and watching them secretly. They were obviously going to try to rob a bank, as they were getting guns out and masks on near the bank. I got a Displacement spell going and then a Haste while I watched them start to rush into the building. I quickly ran across the street while casting Vanish to follow them and be in range.

  The bank doors closed behind them, but there were at least windows, so I witnessed everyone on the ground and the Robbers training guns on different people shouting something about everyone staying down and giving them all the money, and focused in on the one that looked the most likely to target a civilian. I changed my form to be the “Verdigris” alter ego, and then Dimensional Hopped into the building with a “pop”. I instantly took my Stance of the Piercing Rays, initiated by Burning Break, and appeared out of nowhere from my Vanish spell, while I fired off a shot at the one of them that I had figured would be the most dangerous to others, using Iron Fang and expending my focus to drop him, since he was the most dangerous one with the shotgun. My next two shots took aim at another with a shotgun, wounding him, and then at the third most dangerous looking one, with just a pistol, striking them with Solar Reflection, bouncing the rubber bullet off of them and into the second one I hit, dropping them. Then the remaining two conscious thugs fired off a barrage at me, two coming close to hitting me and only veering off due to the Displacement spell I had up and going.

  I took aim and fired at the one I had hit before that was still standing, and dropped them almost flippantly, while I focused on the last one. I fired off a series of two quick shots, dropping them with the last one. With the conflict over, I quickly did a check to see if anyone had gotten hit in the crossfire. No one had, but a guard had gotten shot when they came in. I ran over and checked the guard and happily discovered that they were still alive. I immediately cast Cure Light Wounds on the gunshot victim, and they stabilized, with some of their wounds healing.

  I looked up and asked openly to the room if it was easier for the Medicae to remove bullets if the skin had sealed up over them. When there wasn’t a prompt answer, I repeated it again, asking if the person would be better off partially healed and have the doctors remove the shot, or if it would be better to fully healed and have the doctors excise the bullets after. A lady behind the counter said that she thought that it was better if the wounds were not closed, so I summoned out one of my Blessed Bandages from my pouch, and applied it. With the guard stable, I yelled if there was anyone else wounded, to which there were no answers. I quickly went over to the criminals, and used a Prestidigitation effect to summon up all of my rubber bullets, while tying them up.

  While I was doing that, I checked them for other dangerous items and found some cash and jewelry on them. I pocketed the jewelry to add to my charity fund, and brought the cash over to the guard, who was conscious but still wounded. I handed him the money from the criminals, saying that he should use it to support his family while he is on the mend, did one more check to see if everyone was okay, and then walked out the front. No use in wasting another Dimension Hop from my boots. I used Vanish again as soon as I exited the door when I heard the police sirens going.

  I got back to my bike and changed back to my normal identity. I cautiously got back on my bike and started riding off through the alleyways. Once I was a decent distance away, I got back on the main roads and I made my way to Bob’s Gun Shop and waited for Bob to get there. I decided to update my journal while I was waiting, and watching to see if there was anything else going on.

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  Friday, June 29, 2018, 10:30 AM Norfolk, VA

  Bob got to the store shortly before 10:00 and seemed very happy to see me, shaking my hand fairly robustly, before escorting me into the building. I thanked him as we walked in, and all three of the other current employees were in the break room where we went first. Bob talked to the others about how the both of us recognized that there was a possibility that there could be some danger that comes to the shop with a superhero working there, and that I had agreed to work on a contract basis from outside the building, as needed. Bob said that he had gotten the report from the police that indeed, the gang from before had just picked this place because they had hoped that it would be understaffed after the Blip, not because they expected a Superhero to show up. He added that I had something for everyone, and offered up the floor to me.

  I pulled alongside Bob and told everyone that I was glad that I worked with them, and that I hoped that they would call me if they needed help with anything that I might be able to help with. I reached into my bag and pulled out the ponchos, and handed one to each of the three. I asked them to put them on, and then wait for the next step. It was a little comical to see them all get handed an undersized and try to put them on awkwardly, as the poncho resized to fit them exactly. Once they did so, I told them all to reach into the pouch at the front and concentrate first on what they liked to eat, and then on being hungry while pulling their hands out.

  The three of them did, and they were all surprised as they pulled out a waxed paper wrapped package tied with some hempen twine. I told them to unwrap the packages, and they went to the table to set them down while they unwrapped it. They each had some hard tack, some smoked meat of some kind, different for each, some dried apples and bananas, and some wrapped hard cheese. They were all a bit confused, and looking between me and the food. I told them that this was what was known where I was from as a trail ration, and I had them focus on their favorite foods, to put the material back towards what they desired. I added that I included just a hint of another spell to improve the taste a bit. I finished by telling them that they could generate that food three times a day by reaching into the pocket and thinking that they were hungry.

  They were pretty taken aback as I told them that they now needed to think about whether they wanted to have cool water or hot sugared tea, then reach into their other pocket, and pull out what they felt. They pulled out a “Bob’s Gun Shop” branded Hydro Flask thirty-two ounce drinking bottle, I told them to try the liquid inside. They each did so, and claimed to each other that it was as I had said. I told them that they could feel free to pour it out or drink it, but they needed to return the bottle to the pouch when it was empty, and that they could refill the bottle eight times a day. They were a bit agasp at that and Bob looked at me with a bit more interest, as I had not revealed the specifications for the cloaks.

  I waited for them to get any confusion or conversation out of their system and tried either the food or the water. After a minute or so, when the speaking had died down, I told them that the cloaks can still do more. They listened intently, and I told them that inside each one, on the inside of the collar hem, was stitched something known as a command word. If they say the command word with intent, once a day the poncho will expand to become a one person sized tent, that will last until it is damaged or the command word is uttered again. I offered up that the food and water was accessible inside the tent at these times.

  They were all a bit amazed at that and I offered up the final bit of information. I told them that as long as you are wearing them, you will be fine and comfortable down to as low as negative fifty degrees Fahrenheit, and that the poncho sheds precipitation, keeping you dry at any area covered by the cloak, outside of directed water, like a hose or pressure sprayer. Bob asked me if what I had just said was factual. I told him that it was, to the best of my knowledge, what was described as being the properties of the item. Bob asked how long these items would function, and I told him that they would work until they were destroyed or disenchanted.

  Bob asked me if that meant that they could wear this in the arctic, and have food and hot tea forever, technically, as long as they did not use the tent function. I told him that it was true, to the best of my knowledge. The rest of the employees then asked if I was serious about giving them all of this. I told them that I was, most definitely, serious about it and the floating cots that they had each gotten before. I told them that I was glad to have worked with them and I wanted to make sure that they would be taken care of in an emergency.

  Bob thanked me for these gifts and the rest of the crew followed suit. I told them that it was just something that I felt could be useful for them in the future. Bob told the three that he’d be talking with me for a bit, but that they should probably keep the ponchos stored in the bags that they came in, and that they should take them home at the end of the work day. They all did, and went to start their work days while I went to Bob’s office. When we got in there, Bob sat down and asked me if I knew just what I had given them.

  I obviously didn’t so I told him that where I was from, those were decent gifts, to be sure, and that any traveller or wanderer would be glad to have them, but those who are more conflict orientated would generally go for something a bit more aligned towards that end. Bob looked at me agasp and told me that I had solved hunger, water, and shelter for them permanently. I shrugged, saying that for Bob, all it cost was a little over two hundred pounds of salt, and a little over a day's effort for each. Bob’s eyes bulged a little, and indicated that for roughly forty dollars and my time, I could solve those problems for everyone. I shrugged, saying that this wasn’t something that I could do on a wide scale, and that even if I spent every day from here on until the end of eternity, I couldn’t solve hunger for everyone.

  Bob said that he was going to pay me for these, once he figures out a good payment amount. I shrugged again, and told him that he can just keep me in mind for future jobs. Bob shook his head, and said that I didn’t know how big of a deal this was, and I told him that I was just trying to soothe some of the issues from last week. Bob shook his head and asked me if there was anything that I would take. I offered up that if he wants to pay retail for what they would cost, minus the salt that he provided, he can just get me ten more bags of salt for my own use.

  Bob looked at me oddly, and asked why salt. I told him that it was what I had found that could be transitioned from what I needed to use for enchantment to work here. Bob said that he’d have a pallet of salt delivered to my storage unit and not consider anything less. I thanked him, and said that I was glad to help. Bob asked if I could make more of these in the future, and I told him that I probably could, assuming that I wasn’t busy making things for myself or others.

  Bob shook my hand as I got up, and told me that he’d likely be delivering the next batch of rifles to have worked over on Monday, and they were asking if the same treatment could be done to a set of pistols.as well as a batch of pistols. I thought it over and told him that I would need to inspect at least a few of their pistols, to make sure that I could actually upgrade them in a similar way. I did thank him and told him that I was glad to work on them, and that I could probably be done with them by Thursday or at worst Friday. Bob nodded and said that he would pass that on, and let me know what they said. I thanked him again for the opportunity, and if I got the chance to show him any other interesting things that I figured out that I can make.

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  We bade our goodbyes and I headed back to the storage unit. I thought that I noticed the guy from the bagel place in the lobby through the window, but the person was wearing a different colored hooded shirt than before, so I wasn’t certain, and honestly, I had no reason to suspect him shopping anywhere, let alone one of the best gun places in the city, at least from my estimation. I rode around a tiny bit and made my way back to the storage unit and started work on my next item while I waited for Jonathan to text me when and where the meeting would occur. While I was looking over what I needed to make, I came up with the inspiration to enchant a magazine for my pistol, since I remembered that sheathes can be enchanted to make swords sharper. I decided to add some extra bells and whistles to this first trial as well.

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  Friday, June 29, 2018, 7:30 PM Norfolk, VA

  The enchantment went exceedingly well, almost alarmingly so. I was only intending on adding a bit of damage to what the bullets can do, both physical and a bit of sonic and electrical to channel the storm that was going on overhead, but the enchantment also took on a bit of fire damage as well. I loaded up the magazine with fifteen rounds, and waited to chamber one until I was ready to fire. I was done by a little after 1 PM, and I still haven’t received any word from Jonathan yet regarding a meeting, so I decided to head out to get a bite to eat. When I went out, I made my way to Granby Street to get some pizza.

  When I got there, I happened to meet up with the guy from earlier, who was already there, eating, in his shirt from this morning. I grabbed a slice and walked over to him and asked if I could sit with him. He motioned to the seat as he continued eating. I sat down and started eating while he finished his bite and mentioned that this was the best New York Style Pizza outside of New York, at least in this city. I thoughtfully ate the pizza while in between bites asking him if his day in Norfolk was fruitful so far.

  The man nodded while he chewed and clarified that it was turning out okay so far, but that the day still had a way to go. He asked me how my day had gone, and I told him that there was a bit of excitement after breakfast, but that I got to the place where I was dropping off the commission okay, and the person even wanted to pay me extra for it. He nodded along, and when I was done, he asked me what the excitement was. I told him that I had been nearby when the attempted bank robbery had happened earlier today, but wasn’t in any danger, so it was only a bit of excitement. We finished up our meals and got up to leave.

  He introduced himself as Steve, and I introduced myself as Curtis. I asked him if he was going to be staying in town longer than just the day, and he said that he was likely going to head back up to New York tomorrow. I wished him a safe trip, and that I hoped that whatever business he had in Norfolk for the rest of the day was fruitful. Steve said that he would know after the final meeting if everything was going to go well, going forward. I wished him success anyway, and headed out, back to my storage unit.

  On my way back, I decided that I could use a bit of time to work more on the underlay of the armor and figure out what enchantments I wanted on it. Before I got back, I had gotten a fair amount of work done on my list. There might be a fair amount of waste, but I am certain that this will be the best defense I can get. When I got back to the storage unit, I realized that I was going to need to improve the item, so I opted to include my sunsilver mess kit and shaving kit. I figured that I would get something equivalent that this world has, going native so to speak.

  After four hours of working with the current existing components of the armor, inscribing tiny runes into it to ensure that I get everything done right as we go to minimize issues at the end, I realized that I didn’t have anything more in the tank so to speak. I decided to utilize that bedroll to take a nap, and get some utility back in the hopes that I can add more Unseen Crafters to the task of the getting my armor created quicker than the prognosticated three months. Rex wasn’t back, but I figured that he could make his own way back. I cast a Prestidigitation to clean up everything I could, and then settled into the bed before finishing my journal entries.

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  Friday, June 29, 2018, 10:30 PM Norfolk, VA

  I woke up, got kitted out, renewed my Prestidigitation spell, and started my meditation to regain the magical energy that I had expended earlier in the day. As soon as I was done with the meditation my cell phone pinged with a text. I had expected it to be Jonathan, finally telling me that the “Captain” was ready for the meeting. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Jonathan, it was Amber. There was trouble brewing at the Wyndham Garden Hotel. It looked like there was going to be a fight between two different biker gangs.

  I woke up Rex, who was on the cot, as I changed into my Verdigris “outfit”. I lifted up my bike and got out of the storage unit with Rex before locking it quickly. I invoked my Phantom Chopper spell, while Rex perched behind me, and sped off towards the Hotel of my past. It was a bit difficult to deal with the additional traffic, since I wasn’t worrying about the vehicles, but there were also a lot of people getting out of my way. I made it there fairly quickly after all, just as the two biker gangs, numbering like 13 people, who were about to come to blows.

  I quickly cast the series of spells that I use for difficult combats, Mirror Image on Rex, Vanish on the both of us, then Displacement on myself and finally Haste on the both of us. I told Rex to go up high and target whomever he felt was going to be the best target, while I rushed to a good location, on top of a car, while the gangs finally broke out into open conflict. Swiftly landing in the Stance of Piercing Rays I invoked my Searing Break ability, to get a boost on the damage to all of my attacks. I fired off on the first one with the Iron Fang strike, dropping them.

  My next three shots targeted two more of them, first with a Solar Reflection, wounding them, and the second with a Horizon Wind Lancet. Neither of them dropped, and a third was hit by the rubber bullet deflecting off of the first one. While I did that, Rex was swooping down to maul another, biting him with Hasted fury and unleashing a gob of fire into the guy’s chest. The guy was still standing, but definitely preoccupied from any further conflict. Rex continued to maul the person with another two bites, dropping them unconscious.

  I was glad beyond belief that he had one of the “weapon crystals” on his throat, like a jeweled periapt, because it stopped the attacks from being lethal. Not that I wasn’t preoccupied with dropping the three that I had struck in my first barrage with second shots, focusing on the one that had gotten the reflected bullet the most. That was when I saw it. With my senses and reactions heightened by the Haste Spell I was still under, reactions and senses, I saw a disc like shield of concentric circles bounce off of the bikers on one side, knocking them out one after the other, until seven of them had been dropped, and the shield ricocheted back to the owner, a man just about the same height as myself - but much stronger than myself from the looks, wearing a muted colored suit that would match the colors of the shield. On his head, a half head helmet with a white “A”, secured with a chinstrap.

  With only one biker left conscious, his wildly shot, striking who I learned was Captain America’s shield, and firing a wild shot at Rex, which only managed to disperse one of his Mirror Images. I reflexively shot him three times, focusing only enough to make sure that he was knocked out. With all of the conflict dealt with, at least as far as I could tell, I relaxed and told Rex that he can relax as well. Captain America took a brief second to look over the fallen gang members and then noticed that, while looking like the wounds were real, were actually just superficial illusions and all of the damage was just knocking the people out. I asked him if it wasn’t too much trouble, could he help me tie these people up for the cops to come pick them up?

  While I worked on a few, so did Captain America, and eventually, we got them all tied up and waiting for the police. Captain America asked me how long they might be down for and I told him that it shouldn't be more than an hour before they wake up, and they will be completely healed within eight-nine hours, with little to no physical damage remaining. Captain America seemed okay with that answer, and we collected up their firearms and whatnot from the criminals. I cautiously inspected all of the criminals' effects to ensure that they didn’t have any other weapons on them, that there were no drugs or anything dangerous items, and used my Prestidigitation to collect up all of my expended rubber bullets and the cash that they had on them as well. By the time that I was done with my six, Captain America had finished up his inspection and tied up the bikers.

  I walked over to Captain America and shook his hand, introducing myself as Verdigris and introducing Rex to him, quickly telling him that Rex could understand English, at least on a level comparable to a somewhat below average adult human, both in terms of complexity of thought and memory capability. Captain America nodded and looked to Rex before tapping his chest while saying that he was Captain America. Rex nodded and told me in Draconic that he was glad to meet this person who was exceptionally strong of arm. I translated this back to Captain America, informing him that Rex only had the natural capability of speaking in a language known as Draconic. Captain America seemed interested in that, but that was when the police showed up.

  I was a bit worried, but the police seemed to be immediately at ease, seeing Captain America, and asking him directly what happened. Captain America explained how he arrived on the scene, just before I appeared, and watched as I started dealing with the gangs, subduing them. One of the police mentioned how the gangs seemed to have real wounds, and I spoke up saying that it was an illusion to “sell” the wounds as authentic, to ensure that those who are hit by the rubber bullets view them as real. I added that the illusion will fade after an hour, and the people will be fully healed up with no injury after twenty-four hours. The police asked if I was really Verdigris, and why I had chosen to stay this time.

  I paused for just a second, to collect my thoughts, and Captain America spoke for me, saying that I was officially a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., and that I had been under orders to not expose myself while I got an understanding of the criminal element here, so to speak. The sergeant nodded and went to shake my hand. I looked over to Captain America, and he nodded, so I shook the hand of the sergeant, and told him that I was happy to help. Captain America placed his hand on my shoulder and told the sergeant that he was sorry to break up the introduction, but that we had to go debrief S.H.I.E.L.D. on the events. I led the Captain back to my Phantom Chopper enhanced bike, and asked him where he wanted to meet.

  The good Captain told me that it would be best if we could talk somewhere that didn’t have anyone possibly listening in, so I asked him if he had a vehicle that could follow me. He looked over my bike and said that he should have no problems. I shrugged, and told him that I’d wait for him to get back, and then got Rex, who had shrunk down to normal size now, and myself situated. We spent a few brief moments swatting away the remaining Mirror Images, before Captain America came back with his own motorcycle, with his shield propped up on the front. I took off with him following, going my full speed, surprising him a little before he caught up.

  We made our way back to my storage unit, as it was the only place that I was certain wasn’t being surveilled in any meaningful way. I led him in and he looked at my tent, and was a bit amazed. He looked at both sides of the outside of the tent, which was just inside of the storage unit walls, before cautiously walking inside the tent and observing that it was bigger on the inside than the outside, and asked me how it works. I told him that it was magic, and that I wasn’t being flippant, when I saw him give me a look. I told him that it was actual, literal magic, and then I went on to tell him exactly what this tent was able to do and more specifically the counter-espionage capabilities of it, i.e., not being able to be seen or heard by those outside of the tent.

  We both walked in, with Rex heading in ahead of us, and I heard him mutter that he didn’t believe Clint when he told him. I spoke up and mentioned with happiness that I couldn’t help but overhear that he knew Clint, and I asked if it was the same Clint who had been working with me. Captain America recovered quickly and told me that Clint was an Avenger named Hawkeye, and that he had been working with me and assessing me for my potential as an ally. I pondered the revelation for a minute before thanking him for honesty. I asked him if he had any questions or anything about me or what I hoped to achieve.

  Captain America started by asking if I had any need for anonymity here, and I agreed that I did not, before letting my Disguise Self ability lapse back to my “normal” gear. Captain America acknowledged my willingness to trust, and did the same, taking off his mask, revealing the person who I had eaten breakfast and lunch with today. From there, we had a long discussion about my background, from before I arrived to what I had done and focused on since arriving here, continuing on to what I had done for both S.H.I.E.L.D. and the surrounding area. He stopped me when I told him about my work on healing Philip Coulson, and clarified exactly what I did and what I knew. He asked me a battery of questions about what I knew about the wound, where he was, how he could be reached, and everything I could tell him.

  This led us on a LONG discussion where I informed him everything that I knew about what Coulson would have to do to get healed there, and what it would take to get him back, if it was even possible. I told him that I could develop the magical capability to communicate with him, but all I could do now was potentially Scry on him to see how he is doing. Steve asked when I could do that, and I shrugged, saying that I could do that right now but that it would only last maybe nine minutes. He asked me what risks there were to both him and ourselves if we did that. I asked him if he had noticed anything about Natasha having been Scryed upon, since I had done that a few days ago.

  Steve was thoughtful about that I offered up that I could provide a more thorough explanation of the different properties of the magic that I could do, and a more well-rounded explanation of what magic could and could not do, as well as what magical items I could enchant and what the effects of those would be, including this tent. Steve was a bit flummoxed, and asked if I had made more than just this tent. I listed off what all I had made since showing up here, and gave him practical demonstrations of everything I could. This took a fairly long period, where there were ultimately questions of how things were enchanted, who else I knew could do it, and if there were any nefarious costs to this process. When he was a bit skeptical, I offered him the potential to watch me make an item from start to finish tomorrow morning, if he was willing to delay his leaving a bit.

  I cautioned that I would need about eight hours of rest to do so, and that it was getting close to when I normally went to sleep. I offered up that if he desired, he could take up a cot on the other side of the tent. Steve thanked me for my offer, but he had a room at the Wyndham actually. I laughed and told him that I hoped that he didn’t have the same room as me, or at least that it wasn’t as “bugged” as mine. Steve rubbed the back of his head and apologized for that, admitting that Natasha had put them there to get more information about him, to make sure that nothing bad was happening. He did continue that apparently Natasha was impressed with my obvious ability to find them.

  I offered up that one of the spells that I can perform assists me in searching areas quickly. Steve nodded and said that it would be good to get a good understanding of what all my “spells” could do. I could hear the pause around it. I wished him a safe trip back, and thanked him again for dealing with most of the thugs in that fight. He shrugged, and said it was what he felt was smart to do, to prevent any further issues.

  As he left I shut the gate and then emptied my spell capacity into increasing the workforce working on my armor. I had a feeling that I would need it sooner rather than later. Rex had already curled up on a cot to read one of his learning books. I cleaned up from where we were sitting and all of my gear before retiring for the night. I had an idea of what I would make tomorrow, assuming that Captain America still wanted to see me enchant something.

  1) Rolled a random encounter, ended up with a Robbery in Progress, with 4 Thugs - i.e., not the Painkillers or the Pepsi Boys, so a bunch of thugs working for the Warlocks

  2) Famous person encounter: Just before work, was the man of the hour.

  3) Rolled an encounter for after “work”, got the result of “violence” Treated this as an encounter at the Wyndham Garden hotel where I was at, Amber having called. Team up with Cap, two Biker gangs. I loosely spec’d Captain America out as a 20th Level Shield Champion Brawler, and that gives him the Ability to a) throw his shield, b) reflect off of surfaces, and c) use Brawler’s Flurry with his shield to bounce off of criminals to hit other criminals. Between his B.A.B. and the Flurry, he would get up to 7 attacks. He didn’t need much to roll to hit, to the point that he basically needed to not roll a one, on everything except the last off hand attack.

  Magic Item:

  Storm Magazine Aura faint evocation; CL 5th Slot none; Price 3,000 gp; Weight 2 lbs.

  Description: This magazine is embossed with sunsilver runes, dictating in draconic what it does. It can hold up to 15 bullets and imbues such ammunition with magic if placed inside for at least one minute. Ammunition drawn from the magazine and fired before the end of the next round deals 1 additional lightning damage, 1 additional regular damage, 1 additional sonic damage, and counts as magical.

  Construction: Requirements Craft Wondrous Item, ultrasonic ray, jolt, magic weapon; Cost 1500 gp

  Also, there was a fair amount hemming and hawing about how Steve would react to everything. I hope I figured it well enought.