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Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by valadaar on Yesterday at 07:05:31 PM »
As Marcus was inspecting the van, and as he retrieved the rifle, he heard the Boom of the heavy caliber rifle.

A stump burst into splinters.


A round buried itself into the dirt.


A rock shattered into pieces.

Running feet flew deeper into the underbrush, unscathed but certainly hurried on its way.

Rifle has stats per 7.62 Remington.  2d10, 5 round internal storage (slow reload, each round needs inserted). -2 to hit due to damage, and fumble range increased to include nat 2 and 3.  Converted to blackpowder.   Rifle is currently loaded, and a box with 21 rounds was found quickly.

Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by Marcus Anthony Sauvage on Yesterday at 03:57:19 PM »
Marcus looked down at the scene, unable to look away for a couple of moments. He stared at the head, questions thundering in his head. If it was an animal, why didn't it eat the head? Or at least bring it as a snack for later. Maybe it came to kill, maybe it just loved the taste of murder. Whatever the case, a beast that could do this, that could sever head from neck with a single bite, needed to be removed.

He moved to leave the scene, when the rifle caught his eye. To take or not to take? He wanted a gun, and partly needed one, especially for its purpose: hunting. It wasn't like Qwell needed it. But it seemed a tad disrespectful to loot the place so soon after it owner was killed. He shrugged. Perhaps he could assuage the souls of the dead by killing their killer with their own weapon.

Marcus left with the hunting rifle in hand, stowing any extra ammo Qwell had in a pocket Marcus searches the place for ammo, taking nothing but ammo for the rifle. Stats for gun would be appreciated.. He blinked in the harsh sunlight.

"Qwell's dead. He died quick, far as I can tell," he told the assembled people gruffly. "If yer squeamish 'round blood, I wouldn't suggest goin' in there."

He eyed the approaching darkness, and then he eyed each person in turn: Anya, Louis, the new girl, and then he said, "Come on, we got a beast to kill."

With one eye on the trail, he set off into the woods, the night, and justice.

Marcus is not out of earshot or very far: you may choose to follow or talk him down
News and Announcements / Slow Going...
« Last post by Strolen on Yesterday at 06:20:25 AM »
For those that didn't know, I am currently in the process of moving.  I have enjoyed the Tuscany region in beatiful Italy for over 3.5 years and it is time to go. Currently moved out and in a hotel for our last couple days before making the trip back to the states, New Jersey to be exact. Muro, here I come!

Because of this, I have been somewhat absent lately and that will probably continue through September. We hope to purchase a house and get moved in as quick as possible but, until then, it will be hard to spend a lot of time online.

At least I can finally read the entire Wheel of Time series. I have yet to finish the last book. Started the series again right before visiting Ancient Gamer (which was a trip of a lifetime!!) and started book 12 today. Can't wait to complete that after 20 years of reading and rereading that d**n series!!

Even though I am not on as much as usual, rest assured that there is a bunch of planning going on for the next version. Notes, notes and more notes.

So feel free to add ideas to appropriate forums. As mentioned, I am rewriting every character of the site from scratch. WITH COMMENTS! :)  It is going to be a blast and better than ever.

Have patience, "I'll be back."

Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by Asha on July 25, 2014, 09:54:18 PM »
Waited near the tracks, knowing that to charge blindly into the bush after a man killer right as full dark arrived was to offer herself as its next victim, night vision or no. "The trail will be there in the morning, and unless someone has some real powerful lightning, following it in the dark is a lost cause anyway, we're more likely to blunder into bandits or other predators than find this thing." She offered to those within ear shot.

She winced slightly at the sound of the high caliber rifle, mentally calculating the cost of every bullet, especially ones of such rare manufacture; hopefully the mayor was picking up the tab for ammo expenditure.
Fields of Challenge / Re: Freetext Friday
« Last post by Dragonlordmax on July 25, 2014, 09:43:06 PM »
Next up is Door. sci-fi, fantasy, trapped, locked, blast door, screen door, hatch - lots of places to go.
Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by Kassy on July 25, 2014, 09:20:20 AM »
The crashing of the man or creature charging through the brush gave her a direction, but the brush itself obscured any targets. With everyone else behind the line she opened up into the area, loosing off 3 rounds each further away than the last.

With a yell from her position atop the tower, Anya directed the others into the brush before shouldering her rifle to grip the ladders rails and slide down herself. She then pulled her Glock and made to catch up with the others.
Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by valadaar on July 24, 2014, 09:38:36 PM »

The first thing that Marcus noticed were the eyes -lolled back as Qwell's head looked towards him, nearly severed by what appeared to have been a single, ferocious bite to the throat.  Blood covered the interior and was still quite wet.

Qwell's battered hunting rifle lay close at hand - a poor weapon in the enclosed space of his home.


Asha found the prints were quite clear - canine and deep, surprisingly so. 

Anya hear the sound of the breakage of sticks as something was running away in the distance, but the brush denied her any target...
Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by valadaar on July 24, 2014, 09:30:58 PM »
Jerome was in the ships 'shop'.  After clearing his mind, and recovering, he bent his mind to that he knew.  Robots.

He had gathered what wrecked robots he could find on the ship, along with other odds and ends he gathered, and then brought up the basic schematics for his blast bots.  He would find suitable warheads later, but for now, the skittering shells would serve.

He wondering what the others were up to, but no one had called him, and he was still in a bit of a funk.

Sagely Advice / Re: 30 unusual punishments
« Last post by Silveressa on July 24, 2014, 07:26:44 PM »
That reminds me of a punishment inflicted upon an elf in an old fantasy game I played in. The elf she had professed her love for a human, even over the objections of her family and the council of elders (yes, very LOTORish of her,  :wink: ) Was sentenced to have her ears cut to a rounded shape that resembled a humans, with the councils decree of "If you choose to love a human and forsake our kind they so shall you look as they do!"

The resulting fight by her beloved to spare her the mutilation resulted in a full on fight to the death and daring escape by the party, and later sparked an entire war with the elven nation and  human kingdom of Athasaria; mostly because her beloved was a royal knight of Athasaria and during the rescue the group lead by him, happened to kill a few of the high elven council when our negotiation attempt imploded, ("Elves do not treat with honorless round ears!") but they also claimed we kidnapped our rescued elven companion.
Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by Autumn on July 24, 2014, 07:17:15 PM »
Autumn watched with interest as they opened the stasis pod, one paw resting lightly on her hand cannon, just in case the newly awakened creature mistook the good doctor for a post hibernation meal. She tiled her head in mild surprise as it embraced Irina, her eyes widening at it slowly inserted its lengthy tongue into her mouth. I sure hope that's its tongue anyway,

Her gaze flicked over to Sunny as Irinas' form went limp, trusting the doctor would inform her should her assistance become necessary, but otherwise hesitant to intrude upon the unexpectedly intimate embrace between the captain and Kotiri.
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