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masonicword 04-04-05, 10:33 PM	Ramoth this is for your characters: The Story of the Chars It had been one long week and things were getting ansy. Farli and Zair had not heard from or seen their two friends Elix and Granute and the nest they had built temporarily was in either more need of stuff to build with or it was time to move again. Was there ever any rest? Drifting, wandering, surviving, every day. Just as the day seemed to linger on again and the worry began to set in, Errie the mutated squirrel ran up to the shelter of Farly and Zair and called in her chattery little voice: "Farli, Zair, Farli, Zair! Where are you? Something dreadful.. DREAFUL I say, has happened!!! Where are you? Where are you? The Crossroads are surrounded, surrounded I say, by those muggers, muggers they be, the Death Reds, I mean Red Death! They have surrounded, surrounded I say the Crossroads and Elix and Granute are trapped, trapped I say! Oh where are you two??" (OOC: for all those who wish to join the campaign you must PM me first thank you)
masonicword 04-04-05, 11:10 PM	Savael this is for your character: The story of Nigel Draper *In the office of Lead Comptroller of the Enclave Jurian Candanal* "Listen Nigel I know you have been itching to get out there in the world and explore. I completely understand trust me." Jurian pushed his greying hair back, his voice heavy. Jurian had been the last person from the enclave to ever traverse the outside world, in fact it was him who got the trade agreement from the mayor of Lake Kansas City. But that was thirty years ago. Trade had ceased ten years ago to the day and no one in the enclave wanteed to tempt the brutal stories they heard from the rare passing caravan. Jurian looked deep into the eyes of Nigel as they sat in the small office. Jurians deep voice then asked, "So my young friend, are you really ready? This is no journey for the weak of spirit. It is a dangerous and deadly world out there." He looked into the confident face of Nigel and before Nigel could answer Jurian said, "You will have to get to Lake Kansas City. Seventy miles to the northeast. Things surely have changed in the years since we last made contact with them. I have given you all the trade goods and some stuff you might be able to use, but let me give you one more thing." Jurian hands Nigel 3 grenades, a smoke grenade, a frag grenade and a sonic grenade and then says in a grave voice, "Its all we have left Nigel, use them only as a last resort. I hope you wont have to use them." Jurian paused a moment and his eyes became filled with worry but he placed his large hand on Nigel's shoulder and said, "Remember you must get to The Crossroads before nightfall. Do you still wish to do this? And more importantly, do YOU have any questions for me?"
Ramoth 04-05-05, 11:59 AM	Farli was out obtaining more materials for the nest as Zair hunted for food. When she returned home with the few meager pieces of metal she had found for the structure of the nest she found Errie chittering in excitment, talking so fast that at first Faril did not understand her. With an annoyed chirp Farli put down her materials and yelled out. "Calm DOWN Errie! Say it again, slower this time!" When Errie repeated her message Farli turned quickly to look in the direction of the Crossroads. With a little flip of her wings she turns again and calls to Errie. "Thank You! Your can have this nest, sounds like it's time for us to move again." Farli Quickly flew to the top of the rubble in which she and Zair had built their newest nest. Indeed this had been one of their best to date, the rubble was secure from bigger predators and smaller ones could not approach it from more then one angle. Leaving it was going to be hard, but Elix and Granute had saved the pair from many troubles before and helping them out was a priority in Farli's mind. Standing on her back legs, using her wings for balance, she calls out to Zair. Soon he appears with a small fish like creature dangling from his mouth. He stops in front of her and drops his offering at her feet, Farli Daintly dips her head down and eats half the offering before offering the rest to Zair who eats it with a gulp. He then nuzzles her and asks "What has you upset?" Farli shakes with rage as she tell him what Errie had said. Zair quickly agrees they must go help and soon the two of them take flight in the direction of the Crossroads. Zair Flies above Farli, looking into the air for any dangers that might try to attack them from above. Farli Flies below, watching for dangers that could possible reach them from the ground.
Savael 04-05-05, 02:36 PM	Nigel twisted uncomfortably on the small chair he was sitting on. He guessed the Comptrollers large, imposing desk had been made to make whomever sat behind it feel tall and powerful, and whomever unfortunate enough to be seated on the other side of it, mall and insignificant. Nigel certainly felt like that right now. Not that the mountain of a man crowned with a rich summit of sandy brown hair, now occasionally tinged with grey that was the Lead Comptroller Jurian Candanal needed the help of a pre-war era desk to look tall and powerful. No, nature had provided him generously with a good pair of broad shoulders and hands the size and feel of small shovels, one of which was currently resting on his left shoulder, to be exact. "I'm sure sir" said Nigel, turning his eyes up to meet Jurians piercing blue gaze "I wouldn't have had in any other way. I'm glad that you've chosen me to go into the outside world" Outside. The word sounded like music in Nigel’s ears. To stand ready atop the hill beyond the gates of the compound and look outside across the forbidding landscape of the world beyond the dark confines of the storage facility had been a dream of his for years now. Travellers of the wasteland would sometimes come to the facility to barter for goods and trade a few tales, and Nigel had learned much from these short visits. Mysterious strangers told stranger stories of bizarre wonders in faraway lands, and before his minds eye, Nigel could almost see many of these places the stories so vividly described. He was nothing if not resolved now. "So my young friend, are you really ready? This is no journey for the weak of spirit. It is a dangerous and deadly world out there" "I am nothing if not resolved to go through with this" thought Nigel, echoing his own thoughts of only moments ago, and then Jurian spoke again. "You will have to get to Lake Kansas City. Seventy miles to the northeast. Things surely have changed in the years since we last made contact with them. I have given you all the trade goods and some stuff you might be able to use, but let me give you one more thing." Jurian hands Nigel 3 grenades, a smoke grenade, a frag grenade and a sonic grenade and then says in a grave voice, "Its all we have left Nigel, use them only as a last resort. I hope you won’t have to use them." The bag Nigel had placed on the floor beside his rickety chair had weighed heavily in his hands. It was full of marvellous treasures from the inner storages of the Golden Valley facility, and Nigel had been awed by the thought of carrying them through the wasteland, to the fabled Lake Kansas City. Among the treasures were two real hardcover books, actual CD's containing real secrets of the ancient world, and... And the bottom of the pack, something Jurian had explained to him in a grave voice was called a "44.Caliber Magnum Anaconda" And now there was even more to come! With a heavy hand, Jurian had placed on the desk before Nigel, three pine-apple sized orbs, gleaming a dull green in the light of the halogen lamp. Nigel knew immediately that these things were called grenades, and that they were, if possible, even more deadly than the vicious Magnum. He put them reverently into his backpack along with the rest of his new belongings, not noticing the worried look that had crept into the Comptrollers eyes. "Remember you must get to The Crossroads before nightfall. Do you still wish to do this? And more importantly, do YOU have any questions for me?" Jurian’s voice sounded tired suddenly as Nigel looked up, he had never heard him like this before. "No sir I... I don't believe I do. I promise I will not fail you or the Golden Valley tribe" Nigel replied. A thousand different questions had buzzed inside his head only moments ago, but now he couldn't remember any of them. He grinned up at Jurian's broad face, and fastened the backpack over his shoulders. He was good to go, The Crossroads waited...
masonicword 04-07-05, 08:30 AM	the two of them take flight in the direction of the Crossroads. Zair Flies above Farli, looking into the air for any dangers that might try to attack them from above. Farli Flies below, watching for dangers that could possible reach them from the ground. The grey and dirty white grasslands looked as dull as ever in the usual overcast days of this world. For a little bit, the air seemed quite. Only a mutated Cardinal ventured within sighting distance of Zair but then flew qickly away. Zair and Farli could clearly see the main path that many a traveller would use. It was a very grey, cracked ground with strange short white lines appearing down its middle at times. Sometimes the grey path would end into dirt and then begin again. Pieces of junk, flowering vines or old stumps could bee seen littering the road, but it was clear that somewhere in the distant past, that these strange paths must have been a true wonder to behold. There were matters far more pressing as Zair and Farli began to approach the Crossroads. The Crossroads was just as its name implied: a meeting of several anchient pathways. The Crossroads was usually a fairly busy place where all sorts of rabble could be found. Usually merchants and thieves of course, but it was a center of activity.. except for now. From a distance Farli and Zair could see the situation: The paths to the Crossroads were all closed off by the vehicles of the Red Death. Five paths converged on the Crossroads and all five had at least a four wheeled vehicles with open tops and big tires, one path had one of the Red Death's famed "Crowd Controller", a six wheeled land vehicle that looked like a boat with wheels. Even from this distance Zair and Farli could count approximately ten Red Deathers roaming the streets outside and at least two more per every vehicle which blooked off the town. Worse still could be seen two Carrion Leaders (giant mutated crows) who usually follow and assist the Red Death perched on the tops of two of the buildings. They carried their usual ornamental staffs (after all what Carrior leader doesnt fancy himself as king of the world?) and could be seen looking around and taunting some of the other people in the streets below. Zair and Farli knew well that they couldn't take on this whole troop by themselves, there had to be better options somehow. (What you two see: Two Giant trees sit on a hill about a mile from the town, an old barn stand on the southwest side of the town about half a mile away, there is a slight trail of smoke coming from a slight glade to the right of you about 700 yards away. Some caravans can be spotted two miles away that have stopped and apparently have set up camp. Some other people can be seen milling about aimlessly on the northern paths about a mile out of town)
masonicword 04-07-05, 08:53 AM	"No sir I... I don't believe I do. I promise I will not fail you or the Golden Valley tribe" Nigel replied. A thousand different questions had buzzed inside his head only moments ago, but now he couldn't remember any of them. He grinned up at Jurian's broad face, and fastened the backpack over his shoulders. He was good to go, The Crossroads waited... Jurian looked back at Nigel, his face now worn with worry and he seemed old and vulnerable now. He spoke in a grave voice, "Well then, I wish you best of journeys, my last words of advice for you are that this agreement is very important to this enclave. Nigel, we human, purestrains as they call us, are dying, we are becoming less and less in this horrid world. We have to rebuild, we have to start to make a comeback somehow. This trade agreement and agreement of assistance will help us do that." Jurian's voice cracked a a bit but he continued, "There is no deadline here, but do make as much haste as you can. I apologize to you now that should you find yourself in a bad situation, I cannot assure you that the Enclave would have the wherewithall to mount a rescue mission or anything of that sort. I am sorry for this Nigel, but there isn't many like you here willing to traverse into the world out there." He paused for a moment and then said, "If you do happen to come across either of these symbols," Jurian reached in his desk and pulled out two mettalic pins: one was of two silver lightning bolts crossed over the number 135 and the other was a gold and silver entwined 10 pointed star, "You may find aid and assistance with them. The first are the 135th Lightning Brigade of Defense, it is said in legend that these men and women were the final defenders who fought galliantly at the very end of the Shadow Wars, I do not know if any of their decendants still live however. This one (pointing to the ten ponted star) is the symbol of the Force of Ten, and though I know many believe that they dont exist at all except in a fools dream, then let me remaina fool to hpe of their reality." Jurian sighed deeply. "We have wasted too much time ehre Nigel, the morning is getting away. Go with the luck and wisdom of the ancients." With that Jurian turned and walked into the back room of his office and quietly closed the door. Nigel was now alone in the room. Soon the ancient magnetic gate would be unlocked and Nigel would have a whole new world to explore..
Ramoth 04-07-05, 10:11 PM	Flying over to the giant trees, Zair and Farli land to take advantage of the small amounts of cover it offers as well as the advantage it offered in assesing the whole situation. Zair's Lion shaped birth mark had started throbbing lightly, making the trees the nearest the pair wanted to go untill Farli could decide the course of action they could take to help their good friends. Faril crouched low on the highest branch, her body barely visable as the only thing moving was her eyes. Whispering down to Zair she says. "We need a distraction so we can sneak into town and find Elix & Granute. Especailly for those Carrion Leaders. See anything that might work?" Zair just nods his head no. "Then we'll have to sneak in under their noses. Remeber that back way through Crossroads Errie showed us?" Zair nodded yes so Faril contuniued "Well that hole in the ground should come out right in the middle of the five roads there. We can sneak there and see if Elix and Granute are near there. If they are maybe we can make the hole big enough to that the two of them fall into that smelly underground tunnel under this town." Zair nodded yes again and the two of them fluttered down to the ground and walked slowly toward town. At the first house on the edge of town Farli and Zair find the entrance to the tunnel. It had some letters on it, the only ones Farli can read is S*W*R, she knows there are more letters in it, but has never bothered learning beyond what she knows. They push their way inside and begin the long, stinky walk to where the roads cross, occasionally hiding in the trash from a passing rat like creature. Once they get to the grating where they can look up to the crossroads they peer through the opening and see......
masonicword 04-11-05, 11:34 AM	Farli & Zair There seemed quite a few Red Deathers around.. mulling about without a sense of order or discipline about them. Farli and Zair could also hear the sounds of cursing and swearing somewhere out of their view; it sounded like people screaming get out of soemwhere because they kept yelling things like, "Let me out of here you Red bastards!" or "You will not be allowed to take this town without a fight!" etc, etc. Just as Farli and Zair were wondering what they could do next a small voice could be heard next to Farli's ear. A two inch long, glowing red eyed cockroach scurried up the wall beside Farli and said in a hissing/buzzing kind of voice, "SSStuuupid Red Deathsz, likez bunchz of ssstuupid vielz muszroomsz. Why youz twoz wantz to ssspppyz on themz foooolszz?"
masonicword 04-11-05, 11:46 AM	Nigel The day was overcast grey outside the enclave. It was said it was always like this. The gnarled trees, grey-brown grass and the smell of dead or dying things made the whole atmosphere seem like something out of a bad nightmare. The pathway was mostly dirt or broken small rocks; once in a while there would be patches of very hard ground, grey in color that sometimes had strange short lines of either faded white or yellow color. These markings were odd but perfectly straight. Nigel reached the top of a small hill, and even he could see smoke arising from a place in the distance, and knew instictively that it must be where the Crossroads were... (OOC: Nigel what you see: a sprawling countryside of grey-brown grasses that are very tall, horribly misshapened trees, plenty of ruined stone structures of various sizes, old mettalic (and nearly non existant) pieces of vehicles and such strewn about here and there. The path which leads north is very quiet: No travellers, nothing going about. The air is quiet, no birds or anything seemingly going on there either, its almost too quiet. About 10 miles up the road you can make out a small series of huts. Other than that only three giant squirrels (about 5 foot tall) scampered across the road about 400 yards in front of you going from field to field.)
masonicword 04-11-05, 11:42 PM	Den'ina's Story It was the middle of the night, the middle of the freakin' night for crying out loud! No one in their right mind would even travel at night in the dangerous world! But again the Red Death have never been accused of having right minds, or even in some cases, any minds at all. Nevertheless, it was the middle of the night when the attack came. The Red Death stormed into Crossroads with their cutlass drawn, their vehicles screaming in at a full run and with their usual yelling and cursing and chaos. Then came the morning, the usual caravans started to move to the Crossroads as they had everyday for who knows how long. Den'ina's caravan of 4 wagons hit the road early as usual. When the caravan reached the the outskirts it was clear that they weren't going to get through. The few Red Death Vehicles blocking the road with Red Deathers at their weapons and the Leader Carrion birds circling in the skies made it clear that the Deathers had clearly attacked the town. Arcli, the leader of the caravan was beside himself, he spit on the ground in disgust. He looked at Den'ina and said in an angry voice, "What in the name of Albuquerque does the Deathers think they're doin'? Do they think they can just move in and take the Crossroads? Don't those rockheads know this is nuetral territory for all groups and clans??" Arcli spit on the ground again and continued to shake his head. Den'ina knew the situation was serious. The Deathers had never tried something this bold. She also knew that Arcli was not going to leave or turn back until they could find out what was going on, this caravan was their lifeblood and they needed desperately to trade thier goods. Arcli looked up at Den'ina again and asked, "You're good with people, maybe you could snoop around a bit?" (OOC: Den'ina you can see the road blocked ahead by a four wheeled vehicle with a gun mounted on a stand in the back part of it. Three Deathers stood around non-chalantly with their cutlasses drawn and watched the people and caravans stop on the road. So arrogant they were. However, Deathers arent known for their discipline and it seemed the one mutant Deather nearest the vehicle was a little tipsy.......)
Rólemäncer 04-13-05, 08:45 PM	Den'ina is up before the sun as usual to prepare for the days journey. She has been a regular on the Crossroads trip for over a year now and loves the chance to get away from the enclave. It had taken sometime to convince her father but nonetheless she now fills an important role for her clan. After a quick meeting she took up her post in the first wagon riding shotgun with Arcli. The ride was moving along fine until they met up with the blockade and a few other travelers. The Red Death… Den'ina muttered to herself as Arcli hopped down from the wagon grumbled and spitting, the latter being one of his better habits. The thought of turning back entered her head but just for a moment, Arcli would have no part of that she mused. Arcli looked up at Den'ina and asked, "You be good with people; maybe you could snoop round a bit?" A devious smile crept upon her face, just what she had hoped. She swiftly leaped from the wagon floating gracefully up above the wooden transport. With her wings out stretched she truly was a sight to see. With a quick look-see down the road she then softly floated down next to the caravan leader. Arlic just spit again… “Nuff showin’ off.” Den'ina just smiled… “Alright, I’ll slink on over and take a closer glance…be back soon.”
Savael 04-14-05, 11:55 AM	The enormous shape of the magnetic gate loomed out of the gloomy darkness at the end of the entrance hall Nigel found himself in. It hadn’t been opened for quite some time now, Nigel knew, as it had been quite some time since the last visitor had come to the enclave. Jurian’s face had seemed so odd suddenly as he spoke to Nigel, so tired as if he hadn’t slept properly or pale as though some manner of hunger was gnawing at him. Perhaps he hadn't been eating properly these last few days? They might not be able to locate him should anything bad happen to him on the outside, that much was clear. But he wouldn’t worry about that, Nigel decided, because he was strong and smart and resourceful and if he could only keep his head down and his wits about him as they said, he’d manage just fine, of that he was sure. And then there were those symbols Jurian had shown him, the crossed lightening bolts over the mysterious number 135, and the two 10 pointed stars, silver and gold in colour, entwined in one another. Nigel felt the smooth metal of the pins with one of his fingers; the felt as cold and distant as the time they came from. He took care to remember them though, as Jurian said he should, it might be important later on after all. And then Jurian had retreated into the backroom, looking more worried than ever, leaving Nigel alone to himself. It was as though something opened up inside him then, as he stood there in the small, quiet office of the Lead Comptroller, and Nigel felt more alone than he had ever done in his entire life. Later on then, as Nigel stood in the desolate entrance hall of the enclave, waiting for the gate to open, he suddenly thought of something. Vigia! The old crone living at the outskirts of the inhabited areas of the enclave was said to be a bit weird by some, totally whackjob crazy by others, and was generally distrusted by all. Perhaps she could tell him a thing or two about the dangerous world Nigel was about to head out into? It was worth a try at least... The last time he had met the old woman Nigel had spotted her inside one of the western storage halls. The motive for that had been completely lost on Nigel though, as those halls were known to be quite empty by the rest of the Golden Valley tribe, any usefull items having been relocated to the heart of the facility long ago. Oh well, he supposed she had her reasons; or she might not, you never knew with Vigia. Nigel left the entrance hall and headed west towards what had once, in times long gone by, served as the garages and mechanics bay of the Golden Valley storage facility. In the end, after giving up searching and deciding instead to call her name a couple of times into the gloomy darkness before giving up completely, Nigel heard a rustling sound accompanied of the gloom behind him easing up a bit. Turning around, he found himself under the leering gaze of the old rag-swathed crone Vigia. She was swathed almost from head to toe in some manner of cloak, apparently created from the stitched-up remains of other clothing or animal hides. Vigias round, flat face sported a small, knobbly nose and a pair of dark, beady eyes. Her head was covered in a large, grey hood whose origins Nigel could only guess at, and in her right hand the old crone clutched an old lamp, which emitted a pale blue, but surprisingly strong, light. The left arm of the crone was held close to her small body, bent with age as it was, and looked somewhat misshapen in the pale light of the lamp. Through the rags it was swathed in, Nigel could see it was awfully thin, appearing to be little other than skin and bone... the thought of her cybernetic arm filled Nigel with a feeling of awe. Such wonders the ancients had been able to produce! “What wills you ‘ere, Nigel?” Vigia cackled at him, slowly pushing a bag filled with something Nigel couldn’t make out behind her. “Hello Vigia” Nigel replied, smiling “Don't worry Vigia, I'm not here to steal anything from you. I am going outside the enclave, to travel to the great Kansas City and discuss trade with them” Nigel looked for any sign of recognition in the beady little eyes of the old crone, but was unable to discern any “I was wondering if there was something you might be able to tell me about the outside, you know... things I should stay away from and such, or if you perhaps had something useful you could spare?” At these last words Nigel bit his lower lip, and waited for the crones reply. From her position right next to a large concrete pillar supporting the roof, Vigia eyed Nigel suspiciously for a few moments, before shrugging her small shoulders, and... (And this is where I’ll leave it up to the GM to decide if anything actually DOES come out of Nigels little chat with Vigia. Wether something actually happens or not, Nigel will sooner or later get to the entrance and step out into the outside world) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The bleak wasteland that was the world outside the enclave stretched out before him, seemingly endlessly in all directions. The area around the gate-entrance had been casually shelled with impossibly high, twisted trees with branches like claws, stretching up towards the broken sky as though praying for something, anything. Clumps of rubbish and a grey material Nigel couldn’t identify also littered the ground, especially along the twisting trail of black rock adorned with those odd white stripes that lead away from the enormous magnetic gate of the enclave. So this was what the rest of the world looked like. Desolate, grey and empty. Or wait, not completely empty! Nigel lifted a hand to shield his eyes peered hard at the spot where he thought he might have seen some movement. What was this? To Nigels surprise, a cluster of brown, furry things - three or four in number, he couldn’t be sure - had darted quickly from one side of the white-striped trail to the other and disappeared into a field of brownish-grey grass. “How odd” Nigel thought to himself as he began focusing on something he had just noticed in the corner of his eye. A thin line of black smoke was rising from a place in the distance not too far away. Now that was definitely odd. Smoke just didn’t appear and begin rising whereto and whatnot all by itself, did it? “No” thought Nigel to himself, triumphantly “smoke comes from fire, and fire comes from”... at this point Nigel had to halt his train of thought, because when he got right down to it he wasn’t quite sure where fire came from. But sooner or later people where definitely involved in the process, that at least Nigel was certain of! “In that case” he pondered “Where there’s smoke there’s fire and where there’s fire there is also people!” Jurian had told him to head for a place called The Crossroads, so Nigel reasoned further that if the place where the smoke wasn’t the Crossroads, maybe some of the people there could tell him where it was? With these thoughts in mind, Nigel began to trudge down the side of the hill he was standing on, following the trail of white and yellow striped rocks towards the placed called The Crossroads.
Ramoth 04-15-05, 08:31 AM	Farli turned and looked at that cockroach. A true servior, the cockroach, Farli had onced heard that they were one of the few animals that had not been effected by the event that changed the ancients world. "I don't really want to spy on them, takes to much time. But I've heard they have my friends trapped in this town and I want to see if I can get them out. I'm looking to see what I can do to get them out."
masonicword 04-22-05, 09:19 AM	(OOC: DID everyone leave? You guys tired of me already? :weep: )
Ramoth 04-22-05, 07:36 PM	(OOC: I replied..........see.....seven days ago...........can't post again without anyone else to play with........see.......... :) )
Savael 04-23-05, 08:04 AM	Oh I'm still here all pumped up and dying to go fifteen rounds with a mutant aligator, or some such... Bring it on Masonic-man! You're not loosing me this easily.
Rólemäncer 04-23-05, 08:41 AM	occ: still here and ready to go! ;) Den'ina passed a few other wagons that had stopped in front of them before dashing off into the woods. She slowly made her way toward the blockade as she stayed tucked into the tree line for cover. M’mm let us see what we have here… She whispered peering from behind a rather large oak tree.
masonicword 04-28-05, 09:15 PM	Farli turned and looked at that cockroach. A true servior, the cockroach, Farli had onced heard that they were one of the few animals that had not been effected by the event that changed the ancients world. "I don't really want to spy on them, takes to much time. But I've heard they have my friends trapped in this town and I want to see if I can get them out. I'm looking to see what I can do to get them out." The cockroach shook its head and replied, "Ssstupid Red Deathz, think they cans holds your friendsssz? No, no, we helpsz yousz. You ssssee thissz pipe goesssz under the main buildingsz ssszo you can go to sssszome of thems.. we.. we cansz dezsstracts the sssstupid Red Deathz if you likesz, yessz we canssz.." as the cockroach said this Farli and Zair could see a lot of red glowing tiny eyes. They awaited for orders and despite the fact that they wanted to help, it was almost an ickily, scary feeling to realize just how many there were.. they could be very usefull allies.
masonicword 04-28-05, 09:26 PM	Nigel soon reached the small group of huts. They were centered around a communal fire pit. Three people sat around the fire pit appearing to relax. One was large with wings coming out of his back, one skinny male seemed to have three eyes! and one seemed to be a female that had fur..an almost cat like look to her. The skinny male wore what appeared to be wearing a garbacge can lid as armor and an old helmet from what might have been an old two wheeled vehicle of some kind. He looked up to see Nigel coming and got up quickly to confront him, "What do you want here Pure Strain?" He said in a gruff voice, he drew a nasty looking long blade in an attempt to intimidate Nigel but the feline like woman shouted out, "Stay your hand Fralk, let the Pure Strain say his peace.."
masonicword 04-28-05, 09:45 PM	Den'ina realized the one Red Death member nearest his vehicle was almost asleep, the other one sat in the driving seat drinking like a firebelly yellowfish! With such lack of discipline one like Den'ina might just get through with a little seduction, fast talking and such. No other support or vehicles blocked the road since the second four wheeled vehicle no longer had anyone around it.. the two Deathers had wondered off into a nearby field. This could be the break Den'ina was looking for......
masonicword 05-02-05, 04:15 PM	The day was lingering on, soon it was going be night, the time when no one should be out... what will our intrepid adventurers do next?
Ramoth 05-02-05, 08:25 PM	Farli shudders as she relizes that the other saying she heard was true, Roaches really do have the largest population on the planet. "Thank you. Yes a distraction would work. Lets see. Could you get them to look towards the west side of town? That way I might be able to get my friends out the east side? I don't know the best way to distract them though......."
Rólemäncer 05-03-05, 08:40 PM	Den'ina realized the one Red Death member nearest his vehicle was almost asleep, the other one sat in the driving seat drinking like a firebelly yellowfish! With such lack of discipline one like Den'ina might just get through with a little seduction, fast talking and such. No other support or vehicles blocked the road since the second four wheeled vehicle no longer had anyone around it.. the two Deathers had wondered off into a nearby field. This could be the break Den'ina was looking for...... With the Deathers not appearing very attentive, Den'ina slowly approaches the empty vehicle… M’m perhaps I might find a few useful items I could borrow. _________ "There is roleplaying of course ...and then there's life, its enemy."
Savael 05-04-05, 08:55 AM	The tiny cluster of ramshackle huts had been the first sign of civilization Nigel had ecountred ever since he left the compound that morning. The scent of burnt rubbish was in the air, and something else... something truly... unpleseant The huts appeared to be centered around a communal firepit, and Nigel soon headed in that direction. It occured to Nigel that the place was quite empty. Plenty of huts with no inhabitants? Where was everyone? His question was soon answered as he rounded the corner of a ramshackle mud hut, and found himself almost face to face with a trio of miserable-looking people, the largest of whom appeared to have a pair of wings sticking out of his back! Nigel frowned, how odd... The other two appeared to be a young female, yet she was covered in light brown fur, and her face had a visible feline cast to it. As for the third person, a skinny man of undeterminable age cast a veary glance at him - with three eyes! He also appeared to have different bits of metal strapped to his torso, and som sort of broad, vaguely cone-shape hat on his head. Nigel took a small step backwards, this was almost too much! Did everyone in the outside world look like this!? The three-eyed man rose to his feet, pulling a long, wicked-looking blade at Nigel "What do you want here, Pure Strain?" he barked, looking like the most menacing thing Nigel had ever seen in his life! The feline woman stayed his hand however, much to Nigels relief "Stay your hand Fralk, let the Pure Strain say his peace.." What was it they had called him? Pure Strain? Perhaps they had mistaken him for someone else? Perhaps that was why the young man was so razzled? But wait... Jurian had said something about this, that the ones who lived in the compound with them was called "Pure Strains" Odd. Nigel hadn't really thought about that until now, perhaps it was because they cleaned themselves more regularely? He didn't know how often people on the outside washed themselves or not... Oh this didn't make any sence! "Ah... I... my name is Nigel" he said, his eyes glancing from the young man's blade to his face, over to the feline woman and back again "I'm traveling to Lake Kansas City" he held his hands out before him defensively, wishing he the young man would put that wicked-looking knife down...
masonicword 05-12-05, 11:44 AM	Due to my life getting more hectic than I can take right now, I am suspending the game. I am truly truly sorry for this. I just dont have the time to take care of the game. I appreciate all of you who contributed. Please feel free to PM me if you like and I hope you will remain my friends and creative writing buddies. Maybe one day we can begin this again.. it just cannot be right now. Long Live Gamma World. :weep: :weep: :weep:
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 05-13-05, 09:52 AM	:rolleyes: For some obscure reason, i'm not surprised. :=/ See, that's the reason i was absent from Wizards for an year or so: with virtually every game started ending before anything happens - what's the point of joining it in the first place? Anyway, my Color and i will be here if you ever deside you wana revive the game; just hit me with a PM or something, when you return, cause i might not still be actively here by that time.
ruthia 05-13-05, 11:07 AM	:rolleyes: For some obscure reason, i'm not surprised. :=/ See, that's the reason i was absent from Wizards for an year or so: with virtually every game started ending before anything happens - what's the point of joining it in the first place? Anyway, my Color and i will be here if you ever deside you wana revive the game; just hit me with a PM or something, when you return, cause i might not still be actively here by that time. And I'd like to proudly point out that my game, Evil Intentions, is not one of those :D . Yes granted it's a little slow, but thats because I want lots of particapation from my players... Seriously though, let me know when you want to try again Masonic, Farli and Zair will be here :) . Hope life calms down for you sometime.
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 05-13-05, 10:13 PM	Indeed; that, and the fact it was revived with almost no loss of players {far as i could see, atleast} after a year of drought, was all noted and appreciated. :=D Of the DMs we had here at Wizards, you're the most consistent one, of the ones i plaied under. {And i'm probably third} :)
Savael 05-13-05, 10:17 PM	I'll be sad to see ya go Masonic, but I guess sometimes RL just comes in and steals the show, and you can't do much but be swept away by it. I hope you'll come back to the MoP boards soon enough though, as I'm sure everyone here whom you've played with will miss you dearly. See ya along, H