Reconnaissance by Assault- Redux

9 December 2010~

As it turned out, the papers that we liberated from the witch's townhouse contained financial documents that led us to another site: a large mansion in the suburbs. While this more accurately fit in with our expectations (somehow, townhouses didn't really strike us as appropriate supervillain headquarters), raiding it in broad daylight seemed less subtle than we wanted to be. We contented ourselves with a quick drive-by observation and an interview with a neighbor's dog (yes, Ghost Wolf can talk to canines).

That afternoon, we planned out our assault, and that night we took advantage of the fact that many of us can fly and dropped on the house from above. We let ourselves in through an upstairs balcony, then proceeded to move methodically through the house, finding nothing- no people, no incriminating evidence, no witchcraft brewing- nothing. Then we had Jeff's wizard eyeball the place using his magical detection spells, and the front door lit up.

Feeling sheepish, we sent Kevin and Craig in through the front door, and discovered that they didn't enter the house- at least not in our dimension. They found themselves in another house entirely, with two suits of animated and hostile plate armor which tried to kill them. They defeated the armor, but have probably alerted whatever bad things lurk in that other-dimensional house. Luckily, the rest of us are on our way, and should be able to lend a hand when things hit the fan- which they pretty much always do.

"You killed my father." "No, I AM your father."

Reconnaissance by Assault

2 December 2010-

Well, at the end of the bar fight, we had basically one lead: the address of the flame-throwing witch that Craig had been smitten by. We decided to check out her residence, in the hopes of getting more information. It was decided that Bruce's werewolf Ghost Wolf would take Kevin's martial artist Zen in through the basement (via Ghost Wolf's insubstantiability), while Craig's super samurai Kensai and Bill's immortal took the roof, Jeff's wizard and Schmitty's summoner Pokemon went up and rang the doorbell, and Brian's exterminator and eMichael's Ice Man came in the back. As we approached, Jeff recognized the Mystic Mist inside the townhouse (sort of shabby for a super villainess), as well as other magical defenses.

When the mistress of the house failed to open up, we all went in, and discovered the place to be full of flame-throwing demons, and while several of us oppose killing on principle, their willingness to start with deadly force was a significant inducement to the contrary, and we killed them all. Only the witch seemed to escape, hopping into a large chest and then vanishing in a flash of light as it closed. Hearing approaching sirens, we gathered the chest and retreated. Next week, we'll see what can be learned from the chest.