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Therafter / Re: Chapter 3: Choices
« Last post by valadaar on February 26, 2015, 08:07:00 PM »
The only noise to be heard was that of her and her companions.  The place seems quite dead.

Through scattered flashlight - no light switch could be found - there appeared to have been two sides to the battle.  One group wore exclusively overalls with 117 emblazoned on them, while the other wore more random clothing.  None resembled any Kenabacers any of the group knew, and the hands and shoes had no signs of the hard life that existed outside the vault.

None were very young, many had salt and pepper hair and were all very pale.

Doc West managed to fish out a squiggling metal object from his first 'subject', taking great care to deny it any chance to grab him.  He dropped it into a can he found nearby and the thing ceased its scrabbling inside.

"Right, they move." said Asha absently.

They could not discern the rooms purpose, but two exits, north and south, could be found.  Both were closed doors, no visible locks.

Asha, examining carefully the scene of the battle, said "One group was trying to keep the other from leaving. The overall team was trying to get out."

OOC, Starters and Questions / Re: Prehistoric Pitch
« Last post by Moonlake on February 26, 2015, 06:42:19 PM »
Great :thumbup:
Goss, I would presume the cavemen share their food within the clan/tribe but do they do it in a way such that alphas always keep the food and then distribute as needed or they distribute once and for all upon the finish of the hunt? Was thinking that Dokktch would now wander over to her mother to eat (presuming that her mother keeps the food) now and then start doing other things but just want to make sure that that's okay in the cavemen world.
Rp area / Re: Legends of the Lilarcor - A Barrel of Bastards
« Last post by Autumn on February 26, 2015, 06:41:12 PM »
Autumn nodded in agreement, "It should be easy enough to pull off, once we have the shuttle Quan can fly you in range of the sat, and I can assist with any necessary by passes, most sats these days have some basic solar powered thrusters to do minor orbit correct so it should be able to compensate for any minor change in mass and velocity." She added, rising to her hand paws and stretching, eager to acquire the shuttle and set their plan in motion.
Therafter / Re: Chapter 3: Choices
« Last post by Asha on February 26, 2015, 06:36:35 PM »
"I'll keep watch in case anything approaches," She told her companions, giving Carnegie a polite shake of her head when offered the flashlight and quickly retreating several pace from the almost tangible miasma erupting from the door, her stomach churning in slow waves. "I'm glad I had a light lunch." She said to her self quietly, her ears strained against the silence for the sound of anything approaching.

(Perception roll request from gm please to hear any approaching bad guys.)
Therafter / Re: Chapter 3: Choices
« Last post by Elvis on February 26, 2015, 06:06:50 PM »
Elvis watched the activity inside the room form the safety of the doorway, unwilling to enter the room, a soft whine escaping his throat as the smell of death all but overwhelmed him.
Therafter / Re: Chapter 3: Choices
« Last post by Ayna on February 26, 2015, 06:04:59 PM »
Ayna continued to scan the room for a light switch, nodding absent mindedly at the doctors advice, her mind piecing together the way the fight had unfolded, wondering if the lack of ventilation sounds meant some vital piece of the bunker had ceased to function or if it was simply shut down for maintenance. "Anyone recognize any of these people or their style of dress and stuff as being from Kennebac or surrounding places?" She asked her friends, wondering who they were, and if they had been missed by their friends and family yet?

"I'm pretty sure wherever they came from, someone is going to come looking for them eventually."
Therafter / Re: Chapter 3: Choices
« Last post by Doc West on February 26, 2015, 05:52:45 PM »
"Of course miss Roberts," he said after a moments hesitation, leaning his cane against the wall and holstering his revolver as he with drew a scalpel from his medical bag, "Could you hold the light steady for me please?" He asked her, quickly setting to work extracting the few components from the cadaver, the smell up close making his eyes water from the intensity. "it is best not to linger in here, this room is far from hygienic." he reminded his friends gesturing to the door.

(Still waiting for the GM descritpion of whether or not the room held another exit and what (if any) its function seemed to be btw. ;) )
Below me lay a long, shallow valley. My first glimpse did not reveal the extensive, mazelike walls of the lost city; nor did it catch the surrounding beauty of the natural world.

The old plant had been wrong. The Sorcerers had not slaughtered those left behind. I saw them now, those survivors, before me, hundreds of plant men freely roaming upon the fields before their own city. Each twisted and turned in endless agony. Branch-like limbs clawed at dirt or their own bark-like skin. It was a scene of silent madness. Not a whistle or voice broke that scene. For the first time, I counted myself lucky that I could not hear the Mind Talk of these plant men. I did not doubt that their world was anything but quiet.

My walk through that field was a small trip to hell in itself. I strode past limbs raised to me in supplication, a horror show of self-injury and quiet suffering. More than a few grasped my ankle in desperation and I was forced to shake loose from the desperate grip. Thoughts and images of my time in hell awoke and I quite nearly did not make it. Part of me wished to save these creatures from their misery, either by a quick death or leading them beyond the edge of the vale and the source of their agony.

Yet I knew such a move would ultimately be fruitless and likely ruin the chances of my mission's success. Aside from the hopelessness of seeing to the sheer numbers of plant folk, no doubt the Sorcerers would quickly become aware of my meddling. If I were to save these unfortunate souls, it was essential that I continue on as planned. Still, it felt as though a piece of my soul shriveled away as I made that long trek.

At long last, I made my way beyond the field of sufferers and to the walls of the lost city. The Sorcerers, and my mission, awaited somewhere inside.
Tomes and Illusions / Re: What DVDs/ Video are you watching
« Last post by valadaar on February 26, 2015, 03:13:11 PM »
Doubt it was me. I've never seen it.
Therafter / Re: Chapter 3: Choices
« Last post by Carnegie H. Roberts on February 26, 2015, 02:53:01 PM »
Asha seemingly too focused to notice, and with nothing happening, Carnegie shrugged, keeping the flashlight and stepped up to shine a cone into the room. She flinched away with a half-suffocated sound as she saw the bodies. Her hand covering her mouth, she looked away with a pained expression. After a long while, she managed to muster enough gusto to whisper. "...Doc, could ya..." She paused to swallow.
"C-could ya check em for chips."

"Need ta git de jammer sorted... So dis ain't happenin agin..." She mumbled to herself with determination.
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