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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 11, 2014 23:33:48 GMT -8
((DKender Dr. Jar Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse )) Twenty minutes past that felt more like twenty months for some reason past and the brave adventurers were gathered together to begin the journey towards the last known place of Rob's crew. The air had a stale quality, the smell of old clothes and rotting flesh wafting through the day. The sun shone through weak clouds and onto our brave comrades. "So ah.. are we all ready then... I guess this is go. Any thoughts before we head off? Guys?" Rob looked uncharacteristically worried.
((Those assembled are : Breg, Rob, Sylvia, Molly and Wolf. If you want to focus more on the Eldritch campaign, let me know Brett. No worries.))
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Aug 12, 2014 9:28:43 GMT -8
Wolf shook his head in the negative. His plan was to sit back and follow their lead, until they decide to do something stupid. He had partaken of the protective sigils last night and was wondering how he could make them permanent. Even if he could find some tattooing equipment, he didn't know anyone who could use it.
With such a large crew, he knew his motorcycle would draw too much attention, so he now sat astride his mountain bike, waiting for the gang to get organized.
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Post by DKender on Aug 12, 2014 21:41:38 GMT -8
-Emily"Good luck, guys. Don't die." -Molly"Hey! What are you doing here? Get back to the mansion. Those goats can't brush themselves." -Emily"Fffffine." Emily and his soul-crushing pessimism trudged back to the mansion.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Aug 12, 2014 21:51:36 GMT -8
Breg- "I'm ready when you're ready, Rob." The large woman had a sledgehammer in one hand, and carried a crowbar in the other. Her hair was tied back loosely in a ponytail as before, though she fiddled it into a small bun to manage it's length better.
She put a hand in her pocket and stood awkwardly near the door, waiting.
Sylvia-
"Wooooo. Well, one answer is always the best one. I've got a gun and a knife. What else could we need anyways?"
Sylvia had a knife at her side, but carried her shotgun with her free arm. She worried, inwardly about what happened when she ran out of shells, but honestly, what was there to worry about really? Everyone runs out of bullets.
She wished she had a cigarette, but bit her lip instead and fiddled with her jacket. The weather was a little warm for weather, but who was judging anymore? Most of her clothes needed a good wash anyways.
She kept an eye out for Molly, her favorite ladyfriend.
"Did you get permanent marker tattoos too?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 12, 2014 22:44:21 GMT -8
"Well you lot are useful. Our mission statement seems to be 'wooo... don't die'. I think I can live with that."
Rob took out their map and considered it for a moment before looking back up with an air determination."I was thinking we make our way to the water then go up from there. What do you seattlites think? Am I crazy?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Aug 12, 2014 22:54:35 GMT -8
Breg- "As long as we don't go into the water, I think that's as good a plan as any. I have two extra torches, a flashlight, and some dried food and extra water. I don't think the water from the waterways is particularly drinkable anymore. I wonder if there are undead or something worse in there... It's just...it doesn't seem right does it?" She seemed ill at ease about the water, but close by didn't mean in, and having one side where they couldn't be attacked by monsters was better than none. Sylvia- "If there are, I'd send them right back to hell. I wish we had wargoats. Maybe we should breed our goats super big, so they could be warbeasts!"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Aug 12, 2014 23:21:51 GMT -8
"HA-" Wolf was apparently deeply amused by the war goat idea. "I would pay good money to see that." "Seems as good a plan as any, Rob. I've been down on Lake Washington Boulevard a few times recently. I've actually seen some folks fishing out there on the water a few times. Don't think I could convince myself that was safe either, but then again, canned meat only lasts you so long when you don't have anyone continuing to can it for you." He was not super excited about the idea, but he knew it was going to be almost inevitable. Not for nothin' did the natives here live primarily off of fish and shellfish before colonization. He shifted his thoughts to the mission."We seem to be assembled, let's get moving." He stood up high and dropped his weight down onto a pedal to kick start his forward momentum. He pedaled ahead of the group to scout the path they would take.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 13, 2014 18:41:28 GMT -8
"Heheh, you're a card Sylvia. Alright, you guys heard Ol Wolf. Let's head." They travelled through the tree lined streets of Madrona, the occasional sleepy zombie groaning in their direction. Expensive cars now rusted and peeling jutted out along the way wrapped in weeds and dead leaves. They were able to take out the odd zombies without much fight and they were making good time. The only worry, the far off sounds of motorbikes. Not far off from the water and the sounds of seagulls began to arc through the air. Wolf was able to scout ahead for someway enjoying a pleasant downward slope, until a loud HISSSSSSSSSSSSSS interrupted what had been a reasonably leisurely ride.
((Everybody roll 1D20))
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Post by Dr. Jar on Aug 13, 2014 18:50:25 GMT -8
Breg- Breg hung around the back of the group to help guard it from attacks from behind. She carried her sledgehammer high, and walked at a speedwalk, moving her arm vigorously. 9 Sylvia ran at a slow jog, keeping her gun handy. She had to be careful about how she aimed it. Otherwise she kept a smile on her face! 5
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Aug 14, 2014 1:17:19 GMT -8
Wolf resisted the urge to stop abruptly, just in case the hissing thing was already close. He looked around for the source, hovering his fingers at the brakes and standing up in his pedals to accelerate quickly if he needed to.
Roll: 16 unmodified.
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Post by DKender on Aug 14, 2014 17:59:07 GMT -8
Molly was feeling ... unlucky. 5
She stayed in the center of the group and carried her nail-studded baseball bat and a backpack filled with minor necessities, such as first aid tools and a book. Normally, Molly enjoyed the water. Before the big weird-splosion, she often went boating on the lake (with friends who owned boats, of course).
But anything could lurk in the depths nowadays, and that worried her ...
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 14, 2014 18:23:10 GMT -8
"HISSSSSSSSsssssssssssssss" The ladies didn't hear the hissing and continued on the road unawares...
The hissing grew louder like a tire with a sudden hole. It suddenly occurred to Wolf, the hissing beast was directly below him. He was sitting on it. It was very lucky he hadn't stopped quickly but stopping he was. The tire was flat. Very, very flat and now the wheel was groaning at him pitifully as it pushed against both rubber and road .
As he looked behind him, he saw the culprit. Some stooge had left nails sticking up across the road. Perhaps for defences against the bikie gangs?
Rob was feeling alright strolling along out front, with a nail bat in hand. He was ready for whatever lay ahead. He stood stiffly when he heard the hissing from out front. He noticed the nails sticking up ahead of them and stopped waving his hand at the others. (14) "Watch out ladies! Some berk put nails on the road!" Damn! Both Sylvia and Molly didn't stop soon enough and found they had stepped into what was a rather large leaf covered puddle! The HORROR! WET FEET!
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Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
Posts: 9,204
Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Aug 14, 2014 18:33:24 GMT -8
Her cute AND practical baby blue polka dot tennis shoes ... RUINED!!!"Oh, Sylvia! These are the last of their kind ..." RIP tennis shoes."I ... I wonder whether those nails are there to hurt monsters or us."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Aug 15, 2014 12:30:31 GMT -8
Breg- "ARgh!" She looks down at her shoes. Both the girls were wearing boots, but the splash was bad enough to get the bottoms of her jeans. She makes a face, and follows Molly. "That would be less comfortable if it was colder..." She remarks as she jogs slowly.Sylvia- Her shoes hadn't been tall enough to avoid the SPLASH OF DOOM, and water gets inside of her shoes. "AW SHITBALLS." She exclaims loudly.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 17, 2014 21:17:05 GMT -8
"Tough luck guys, don't worry it'll dry up soon. Wolf's bike on the other hand? Totally busted! Did you find it in IKEA, old boy?" He laughed friendfully at the misfortune and walked up to give Wolf a understanding pat on the shoulder. "We'll get you a new one when we get back. In the mean time you'll have to walk with us leg users." They were soon walking alongside the water. A few deaded zombies littered the side where other folks had gone fishing, some they just really hoped were zombies and not naturally deaded folk. They could see dark ghosts far off in the middle of the lake floating around mournfully. The weather began to cool as autumn did its wily thing. The smell of water came over pleasantly pushing some of the rotting odour away.
In a pile of bodies, an arm lazily reached out towards them.
Everyone roll again, like you did last summer woah...
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