AN: This is a DND 3.5e epic-level character with 23 levels in Wizard with access to epic-level casting.

The feats he has is Brew Potion, Craft construct, Essence Mastery, Silent Spell, Skill Focus (Knowledge(arcana)(Spellcraft), Epic level spell casting, still spell, craft magical arms and armor, craft wondrous items, empower spell, forge ring, Scribe Scroll, Spell Focus (Evocation) Craft Rod, Craft Wand, Craft Epic Wondrous Items.

Epic-level spell casting along with rules for epic-level characters are in the Epic Levels Handbook

Essence Mastery is from Feats book by Alderac Entertainment Group

The adventures mentioned are Savage Tide from Dragon magazine and Bastion of Broken Souls

The other feats can be found in the Players Handbook

Wizarding in Worm

Chapter 17: More bothering the locals

11:00 AM

They are taken away by the local PRT goons. Honestly, this is just like Chicago except they try to fight back. Gods, this is going to be a trend. I have to go and look for people to fight instead of them coming to me like proper warriors. Is that not the point of being part of "the street"? That one show I glanced at displayed people shooting each other from moving cars and dozens of men dying for their "set". So far, it's been quiet. Maybe this Null guy will be at least some kind of warrior.

The meeting place is a dilapidated warehouse full of the cites hobos of various appearances. I should smoke one of the healing cigars to look more intimidating. I pull out one of the larger ones and light it. I take a drag as I pass by the hobos, exhaling a 10-foot-wide cloud of healing magic. That should fix them up for a while. The actual meeting room is set with the man who I assume to be Null on a fancy wooden chair embroidered with gold. Wait, I don't think it's gold. I think it might be painted. The gathered posse are most likely hobos that he endeared himself to them. The chair that I'm supposed to sit in is modest and small. I think I heard of this. Is this what is called a "powerplay"? I think I'm allowed to turn him inside out as a retort now.

"So," he exhales a cloud of smoke in my direction, "You must be Magus Mysthaven." he sounds familiar.

"I am. Your Null right? My packet says I get a bonus if I take you in." It's not a very big bonus but it's free money.

He laughs, slapping the armrest of the chair, the posse of his does as well but with less enthusiasm.

"I got no doubt that you could take me in but I'm sure you need to use some rope or whatever dumb shit you got. Power doesn't work on me motherfucker!" he takes another drag and plows the smoke at me.

I counter his cloud with my exhale, "I'm pretty sure I can use my "power" on you. It worked on the 9, it worked on Behemoth, and it worked on Phosphorus and Slag. But it's not worth the paperwork I would need to do after I do damage to you." His smile turns into a snarl. He reaches for something to his side. Oh, it's a gun! That's neat.

"You came here on my invite and you will leave when I say so. I'm the King around these streets. Now we gonna play a little game. You are going to wavy-hand bullshit at me so I can show you that it won't work on me. After that, then we can talk." I gesture at what he is holding.

"And the gun? What's that for?" his smile returns.

"Well," he waves the gun as he talks, "I figured since I'm letting you test my power. You would let me test your power. You tanked lightning bolts, whatever bullshit happened when you fought the 9, and whatever happened with the brothers. It's not that fair if only get my defense tested." I can kinda see what he means. Fuck it.

"How about you shoot me first? To get that out of the way." He looks to his posse and then shrugs. He shoots me in the face. The bullet bounces off my defenses. He starts nodding.

"I see you," he smells the barrel of the gun for some reason, "Since you ain't bitch made, you can try me?" what does "bitch made" even mean?

"Are you sure? You might be surprised. My power is rather unusual." He snorts.

"Just get it over with. I know it ain't gon work so just shut the fuck up and hit me-" I cast a singular [Magic Missile] at him. whatever power that allowed him to negate powers does nothing as the bead of force punches a hole into him. That looks a little painful.

His bravado falls on the spot. He begins to hyperventilate. I approach and he fully flinches as I blow some smoke on him. The thumb-sized hole closes leaving unscarred and unblemished skin. I lean over to him.

"Guess you're not immune to powers." Before he can continue having a spasm, I try my hand at a "mean right hook". He goes limp. God's damn it. I drag him off the chair. I also call for him to be picked up but I need to wait 20 minutes. I turn to his posse.

"Do I need to beat everyone here or?" I get rapid head shaking. I check his pockets, getting a few rolls of money and a bag of grass balls.

"Uh….," one of the posse members starts after becoming brave, "Do you need us to do anything boss?" Boss?

"So, by defeating this guy," I lightly kick Null, "Now I'm king of the hobos." I receive several nods. Huh. The closest thing I ever got to being royalty is the Steel Regent trying to make me a baron. At least then, I could threaten to curse every royal I found with being unable to enjoy food for 3 generations.

But now it's a bit different. I get people mildly loyal to me and people to do things like ask around or learn things for me instead of wasting time and flying to places. I look at his shitty throne. I cast [Perfected Polymorph], turning it into a solid gold ornate throne covered in the iconography of my world. my sigil takes center stage as I sit in it, leaning to the back so its bottom extends to prevent my feet from touching the ground. Truly opulent. I pass the wads of cash and grass balls to the others. After they divide the stuff amongst themselves, I give them my first command.

2:00 PM

I shall now curse every hobo here. Those fuckers ran away after I gave them the money and grass balls. I wasn't even going to do anything to them. Gods, I should stop being nice to people. I was going to cure everything wrong with them and give them the means to succeed in life. I sigh. I need something to do to take my mind off this. Pulling out the packet, I look for the closest gang for me to arrest. I'm hoping they do something.

Based on the packet, I can probably bother the Deviants. The deviants are a group of 4 Case 53s and 2 regular parahumans. They stick to their territory and fiercely defend it from people with ill intentions. They don't seem too bad. Their leader seems to be their heavy hitter with him being incredibly durable encroaching on invincible. Which just sounds neat to fight. They also have two Tinkers who seem to be a perfect tag team. One of them can create advanced armored suits and mechs and the other manifests superpowered materials that the suit tinker creates with. The other 2 don't seem to be much compared to those 3 with one being a bat Case 53 and a plant-like man.

I travel over to their current location at the Old Scrap Yard. Judging by the 2 hulking frames, 2 odd-looking people, and a bat person staring at me from a girder perch., I think I found them. they seem shocked. I decided to give them a chance and descend from the sky slowly, taking steps downward, my eyes pinning the leader. The rest of the group share rapid glances from me to each other. All except for one. If I remember the name, his name is Gravetender. He stares into my eyes despite having none. Ah.

Well, it's a good thing I prepared 4 [Wishes]. He informed me through his face alone that he wanted me to help his friends. I should probably explain that I'm not going to shatter every bone in their bodies the moment they get into melee.

Before I get to say anything, Batface tries to intimidate me, "Look, you must think your hot shit just because you caught Null and the fire brothers. You better think real careful if your thinking about fucking with us." It's not very effective.

The Leader, after making at least 3 faces, goes to speak but now I cut him off, "No I'm not here to instantly win against all of you. I mean I was going to let you try a few combo attacks or flee to bring out some cool weapons. However, as Gravetender explained, you have dealt with your powers hindering your way of life. So, I provide an offer for you Case 53s." They go still.

"What do you mean an offer? Do you have a way to fix us?" the armored suit asks through its mic. The hope and desperation is clear.

I nod, "Through a bit of testing with some…..mildly compliant parahumans, I figured out how to outright remove a person's access to their power in all aspects forever. Since the first way worked, I can also do a special kind of restriction. I can adjust my curse that removes the powers to be triggered by 2 words. The first word turns the curse on while the other does the opposite. So, what do you all think of that?" I can almost taste the hesitation and hope.

"Is….," Cyberpunk begins, "Is this still on the table?" I nod. I was willing to offer it even if they attacked me. I kinda wanted for them to try.

2 of the Case 53's approach cautiously. The one inside the powered suit took a bit longer, revealing a being that looked like a human head stapled to an octopus's body. They get within 5 paces before stopping.

I looked at the 3 of them and asked who was first. The first was the leader. Prior to the curse, he looked like a caveman with glowing green eye. Now he looks like a muscular bald man, though his legs are not as muscular as his upper body. Ironside was the human-headed octopus. He became a relatively normal-looking young man, though he did have a lot of hair on his head. Like a lot of hair, I'm pretty sure if he shaved all of it off, he would weigh a few pounds less. Batface was something similar to a were-bat back home. She became a relatively attractive woman with gray hair. What was a bit awkward was they all ended up naked. I used a [Limited Wish] to make everyone a set of clothes for right now, turning around to give them some privacy. They each picked the two words that would activate and deactivate the curse whenever they wanted. I placed the curse, and thus my sigil, on their shoulders to the point where the average t-shirt would cover it.

I did have to give them reassurances of how the curse is absolute and how it wouldn't be affected by power nullifications or dimensional fuckery. And then I have to endure their praises for curing them and such. It was a little awkward for me since I could tell they were genuine. God's I can't get used to this.

While having to calm the Case 53's down, I hear a car approach. I tell the group to leave me. They wanted to help me with whatever happened but I dissuaded them from doing so. I am owed a Gods damn fight and now it's coming to me. They drive away in their big ass truck as this black van gets within 100 paces. 4 people exit the vehicle. One bears 2 swords with a neon skull mask, their outfit is what I assume to be a modern ninja. The other 3 wear purple masks bearing what I remember to be "submachine guns". I'm already intrigued.

The skull-masked person spoke, their voice modulated, "Magnus Mysthaven?", I nod, "I'm going to need you to come with us." Oh?

"And if I don't?" the skull-masked person silently grabs their swords. I see, "And those goons, are they for me? Surely there are more coming."

"Don't need more than them." the nerve. The person assumes a posture. They become a blur as I duck to avoid another decapitation. Awe, they really want to-.

My hat….. the weight is off. I put my hand to feel around. Oh. The tip is gone. I look down to see a small gray cone about the size of my index finger. I grab it and stuff it in my bag. As I do so, I feel my phone ring. Checking reveals an unknown number texting me.

'Street Samurai is Young and Foolish. Please be reasonable.'

I look at this "Street Samurai". For some reason, they visibly recoil. I point my finger at them and cast [Dimensional Lock]. An emerald green bubble forms around them. I can see them trying to use their power. I guessed right. It was a form of teleporting. Ignoring the bullets failing to break my defenses, I fly over and grab this person by the throat. Sparks fly as they try to use their sword. I can hear shouting. I do not care. I look at the phone, the same number, its asking me to not do this.

I squeeze a little. The person drops their weapons and begins to claw at my face and hand.

"If you would have chopped off an arm or a leg, I would have been mildly annoyed. Hell's even my head would have saved you from this." They began to kick me in my ribs. My defenses make all efforts moot.

AN. Poor sods. They damaged the hat. Well then. I hope it was worth it.

AN. One more regular chap and then it's a PHO one. Yes I know I'm supposed to make more but its kinda a pain in the ass to do so bare with me