Axel walks out of their RV, and immediately notices the additional people. "More people? Well, I don't mind extra company, but we're already quite a bit short on food. Speakin' of..." They go back into the trailer for a minute, before pulling a large whiteboard out into the center of the camp. On it, you all can see the predicted movement of the STORM along a crudely-drawn map of the surrounding area.
"We got about a week to prepare for the STORM. Which means we're gonna have to go out and get more food and water." Axel also sets down a box of several, small metal objects. "I couldn't sleep last night, so I whipped these up for y'all. These Compasses should let you find your way back if ya get lost."
*The Scrap Pile only has enough food for 1 additional day given the amount of people here, which means that soon, you might need to go on expeditions through the surrounding wilds.*
Adonis, being a reborn, lets Oval have his rations. He then begins to gear up for an expedition. "Anybody want to come with me and Wayne?"
'I'll come with you. Strength in numbers and all that'
"I'll come too."
"Then it is time to hunt."
*Very well. I would like each of you to make either a Survival Check, or an Investigation Check*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Acuático goes to a sheltered spot and pulls a stuffed bear from their cloak. They run their fingers over the singed fur of the stuffed animal and hug it close.
Marcial walks over, trying not to startle them. "You okay there little one?"
They look up and shake their head, seeming to shy away from them.
"Hey there, its alright. I'm sorta lost too." He looks at the stuffed bear. "Have they got a name?"
"B-Brutus..." She says slowly and looks up a bit. She makes the stuffed bear wave a paw at Marcial.
"Hey there, Brutus. Is your owner treating you well?" He smiles, looking up at the Acuático.
The bear nods as a small giggle escapes the Acuático.
"Do you think your owner would mind if I game them a hug?"
The Acuático giggles again, a small laugh but a laugh none the less, and cautiously moves forward. She hugs Marcial's arm.
Marcial kneels down and gives the Acuatico a proper hug, careful not to knock them with is minotaur horns as he bends down.
"M-My name is Oval..." She says and pulls away.
"Well, its nice to meet you, Oval." He smiles. He's making an effort to not ask her why she's here. "How old are you?"
"T-Ten." she says and fidgets with her cloak's hem.
"Does Brutus have an age?"
"H-He is as old as m-me.." She says and chuckles "Who are you?"
"I'm Marcial. See where the sun's rising? I come from over there."
"Ooh! I bet its pretty!" she said and scuffed her heel in the dirt a bit. "My home is gone."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Acuático goes to a sheltered spot and pulls a stuffed bear from their cloak. They run their fingers over the singed fur of the stuffed animal and hug it close.
Marcial walks over, trying not to startle them. "You okay there little one?"
They look up and shake their head, seeming to shy away from them.
"Hey there, its alright. I'm sorta lost too." He looks at the stuffed bear. "Have they got a name?"
"B-Brutus..." She says slowly and looks up a bit. She makes the stuffed bear wave a paw at Marcial.
"Hey there, Brutus. Is your owner treating you well?" He smiles, looking up at the Acuático.
The bear nods as a small giggle escapes the Acuático.
"Do you think your owner would mind if I game them a hug?"
The Acuático giggles again, a small laugh but a laugh none the less, and cautiously moves forward. She hugs Marcial's arm.
Marcial kneels down and gives the Acuatico a proper hug, careful not to knock them with is minotaur horns as he bends down.
"M-My name is Oval..." She says and pulls away.
"Well, its nice to meet you, Oval." He smiles. He's making an effort to not ask her why she's here. "How old are you?"
"T-Ten." she says and fidgets with her cloak's hem.
"Does Brutus have an age?"
"H-He is as old as m-me.." She says and chuckles "Who are you?"
"I'm Marcial. See where the sun's rising? I come from over there."
"Ooh! I bet its pretty!" she said and scuffed her heel in the dirt a bit. "My home is gone."
Axel walks out of their RV, and immediately notices the additional people. "More people? Well, I don't mind extra company, but we're already quite a bit short on food. Speakin' of..." They go back into the trailer for a minute, before pulling a large whiteboard out into the center of the camp. On it, you all can see the predicted movement of the STORM along a crudely-drawn map of the surrounding area.
"We got about a week to prepare for the STORM. Which means we're gonna have to go out and get more food and water." Axel also sets down a box of several, small metal objects. "I couldn't sleep last night, so I whipped these up for y'all. These Compasses should let you find your way back if ya get lost."
*The Scrap Pile only has enough food for 1 additional day given the amount of people here, which means that soon, you might need to go on expeditions through the surrounding wilds.*
Adonis, being a reborn, lets Oval have his rations. He then begins to gear up for an expedition. "Anybody want to come with me and Wayne?"
I'll go
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"Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen" - 1 Timothy 1:17
The surrounding landscape is an arid, flat expanse of more dry cracked earth. Every so often, there is a piece of scrap metal, a broken down car, or some concrete rubble: Ruins of a past long gone. The buzz of crickets and cicadas fills the air near the few places protected by shadow. In the far distance, an enormous skyscraper lay on its side: The corpse of a giant of old. Welcome... to the Valley of Junk.
Marcial finds a shallow pool of water in the shadow of a capsized pickup truck, with some sparse green vegetation nearby. It's the first bit of life that's actually still young and lively he's seen in this area.
Ben finds an old refrigerator within the ruins of a small building, next to an electric stove that is clearly beyond repair.
Adonis spots some pieces of asphalt along the ground in a somewhat-straight line, the trail of which continues on for a long while towards the felled tower. Along the road, the faint outline of a short, wide building can be seen in the distance.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The surrounding landscape is an arid, flat expanse of more dry cracked earth. Every so often, there is a piece of scrap metal, a broken down car, or some concrete rubble: Ruins of a past long gone. The buzz of crickets and cicadas fills the air near the few places protected by shadow. In the far distance, an enormous skyscraper lay on its side: The corpse of a giant of old. Welcome... to the Valley of Junk.
Marcial finds a shallow pool of water in the shadow of a capsized pickup truck, with some sparse green vegetation nearby. It's the first bit of life that's actually still young and lively he's seen in this area.
Ben finds an old refrigerator within the ruins of a small building, next to an electric stove that is clearly beyond repair.
Adonis spots some pieces of asphalt along the ground in a somewhat-straight line, the trail of which continues on for a long while towards the felled tower. Along the road, the faint outline of a short, wide building can be seen in the distance.
Adonis follows the trail.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Very well. I would like each of you to make either a Survival Check, or an Investigation Check*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Ooh! I bet its pretty!" she said and scuffed her heel in the dirt a bit. "My home is gone."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'Wise? Alive longer? Not in my book. You want to survive, sometimes you got to put your neck on the line'
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"Being alive is overrated."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'You know, I wasn't going to say that, but yes. But death is a rest, and I haven't earned a rest. Not yet'
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"Pathetic."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
He hugs her again.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Fair point."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'At least we're out in the wilderness. I grew up in the wilderness, a long time ago'
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I'll go
"Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen" - 1 Timothy 1:17
Investigation: 26
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Oval is scavenging around inside of the Scrap Pile, looking at things and sometimes examining them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Survival 20
"Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen" - 1 Timothy 1:17
*I gtg for a few*
"Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen" - 1 Timothy 1:17
The surrounding landscape is an arid, flat expanse of more dry cracked earth. Every so often, there is a piece of scrap metal, a broken down car, or some concrete rubble: Ruins of a past long gone. The buzz of crickets and cicadas fills the air near the few places protected by shadow. In the far distance, an enormous skyscraper lay on its side: The corpse of a giant of old. Welcome... to the Valley of Junk.
Marcial finds a shallow pool of water in the shadow of a capsized pickup truck, with some sparse green vegetation nearby. It's the first bit of life that's actually still young and lively he's seen in this area.
Ben finds an old refrigerator within the ruins of a small building, next to an electric stove that is clearly beyond repair.
Adonis spots some pieces of asphalt along the ground in a somewhat-straight line, the trail of which continues on for a long while towards the felled tower. Along the road, the faint outline of a short, wide building can be seen in the distance.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
You find several little nicknacks every so often, like a crumpled soda can or a shiny copper coin, but not too much of significant value.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Adonis follows the trail.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Ben opens the refrigerator. He's pretty happy. Sure beats killing a random rabbit. But then, bloodshed is realism. That was what the machine said...
He takes the contents of the refrigerator and the stove.
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Marcial forages amongst the plants, looking for anything edible. Nature: 17
He also fills his waterskin with water from the pool.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.