Your first day off and the rain has been on and off all day, right now nature is playing with the idea of yet another sprinkle. Under the various canopies and store signs the rain is just missing you, as you try to remember why you came. It was definitely important, what ever it was. Ahead you see a scrawny man talking to a tall if average woman. As you get closer they seem to be arguing about something, she has something in her purse apparently. Suddenly the man jerks the woman’s purse away and starts running in your general direction, his eyes remain focused on the woman as he runs. The poor slob’s first clue that he fucked up is the sudden stop that hits around his hip area followed quickly by the blow to the back of his head. His response could only be called impressive in the idea that he and his scrawny ass are still conscious at this point, before you have the chance to trip him and lock his arm he throws the  purse in your face and moves out of your reach with the speed of a shadow dodging the morning sun. He does not stay to fight or try to retake the purse he only runs at a speed that would make Usain Bolt proud.

Regardless, of whether or not you planed on chasing him the lady catches up to you and picks up her purse and places a hand on your shoulder. Her voice is almost like honey, pure southern bell if it wasn’t for the fact that it feels somehow rehearsed, “Oh thank you, I thought I'd never catch that thief.” Before you can respond in any way she leans over and kisses you on the cheek. As you stand there processing what just happened she begins to almost skip away like a little girl, after a foot or two she throws one hand up in the air like she is waving goodbye and something shoots out of her palm, what ever it was it hits the supports on the sign above you….

Your eyes open to a cold if dry wind, sand dancing on your cheek where no more than a moment earlier you were kissed by the “southern bell”. The sky is a greenish blue, and as you sit up you can see the sand is a muted beige, almost more grey than should be natural and the few plants you can see are some kind of lightish blue. Scattered about with all of the weird and unfamiliar is some very familiar items, a duffle bag, a hatchet, gun….From every item you can… feel something emanating, like you just know where every bit of it is… And sure enough in every spot you get that feeling you find something that you can recognize as yours. Deep down you feel something else coursing through you, not just your veins but in your bones and flesh. What ever it is you can feel that something very significant has changed about your nature…..
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My brain can only respond with Huh. I should be dead now. I think the sign fell on me and... how am I here? What is this feeling?

This doesn't look like any hell I heard of.

I'll gather my things into my duffle bag, put on my leather Jacket and Gloves, and Look around.

Is there any significant land marks That I can see from this position?

Off in the distance you hear some yelling and some loud kind of commotion. It seems to be coming from just beyond a ridge of some sort just a few yards to your left.

I'll go toward where the commotion is and take a look at it over the ridge. While I'm not the stealthiest thing around, The color of my leather Jacket does blend in with the beige sand.

You soon see that blending in isn't necessary at the moment, as all attention is on the road at the bottom of the ridge. A pair are pointing guns at two girls in a small transport. The girls are in work gear complete with boots, gloves and goggles. The two with the guns are wearing leathers and bandanas that cover just about every part of them. However immediately below you, is an irritating sound of someone sawing logs. If you lean over to get a better look you see a third man dressed just like the pair down on the road, he is leaning against a wall of a 5 by 9 chamber in the stone that has been carved out expressly for hiding and watching the road.  His sniper rifle old and battered like it was made of spare parts sits on the wall next to him.




In case it matters the chamber is tall enough for you to comfortably stand.
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I'll pull out my Glock 17 and the three magazines of ammo that I have. I'll load one into the glock. then i'll lie on my belly on top of the ridge to give myself cover from the bandits. I'll take aim at one on the road. I take a breath or two to calm my nerves and and void my though so that I can focus. Then I'll fire at his center of mass.

OOC: I'll take a Full action to aim and then do a Standard Attack on the next turn.

00:29, Today: Magnus rolled 13 using 7d10, keeping the 2 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 8,5,5,1,2,1,4.  attack with Glock.

00:32, Today: Magnus rolled 20 using 2d10, rerolling max with rolls of 5,(10+5)15.  Damage in case I hit.

hmm... I should probably fire again after we resolve the attack. since he still have a half action left.

And then I'll shoot the guy below me. Again aiming for center of mass against him.  My gun no more that a few feet away from him. I'll fire when it is visible lined up with him.

22:16, Today: Magnus rolled 26 using 5d10, dropping the 3 lowest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 8,7,2,(10+8)18,7.  second Attack.


22:17, Today: Magnus rolled 10 using 2d10, rerolling max with rolls of 5,5.  Damage.


22:31, Today: Magnus rolled 13 using 1d10+4 with rolls of 9.
Initiative.

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As your first shot flies through the air the bandits jump a little. They aren't quite in unison, especially as bandit 2 (the one you shot) is interrupted by a severe pain in his chest. The sleeping sniper nearly hits his head just in time to get his very own bullet hole. They both wrack in pain for a moment before readying their weapons.

All this happens while the one by the vehicle fails to notice his apparent underlings distress, "Yo, Johny what the h-" before he is able to finish one of the girls kicks him in the lower regions and they both speed away. Upon his recovery he waste a few moments yelling down the road at the girls before realizing that Johny didn't fire those shots and they are under attack. "What you fools waitin' for SHOOT HIM!"


19:18, Today: Mew rolled 11 using 1d10+6, rerolling max with rolls of 5.  bandit Initiative 1.
19:17, Today: Mew rolled 7 using 1d10+5, rerolling max with rolls of 2.  bandit Initiative 2.
19:17, Today: Mew rolled 5 using 1d10+4, rerolling max with rolls of 1.  Bandit Initiative 3.


20:01, Today: Mew rolled 4 using 3d10, keeping the highest dice only, rerolling max with rolls of 1,4,4.  bandit 3 attack 2.
20:01, Today: Mew rolled 9 using 3d10, keeping the highest dice only, rerolling max with rolls of 2,1,9.  bandit 3 attack 1.

20:01, Today: Mew rolled 33 using 4d10, keeping the 2 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of (10+7)17,3,(10+6)16,2.  bandit 2 attack 2.
20:00, Today: Mew rolled 15 using 4d10, keeping the 2 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 2,1,1,(10+3)13.  bandit 2 attack 1.

19:59, Today: Mew rolled 37 using 6d10, keeping the 3 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of (10+1)11,4,8,(10+7)17,9,5.  bandit 1 attack 2.
19:59, Today: Mew rolled 18 using 6d10, keeping the 3 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 1,4,8,6,4,3.  bandit 1 attack 1.



20:07, Today: Mew rolled 17 using 6d10, keeping the 2 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 6,8,9,7,5,7.  bandit 1 damage 2.
20:07, Today: Mew rolled 22 using 6d10, keeping the 2 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 4,9,7,5,(10+3)13,6.  bandit 1 damage 1.
20:07, Today: Mew rolled 14 using 5d10, keeping the 2 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 1,6,6,1,8.  bandit 2 damage 2.
<s>20:06, Today: Mew rolled 25 using 5d10, keeping the 2 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of (10+6)16,1,2,2,9.  bandit 2 damage 1.
20:05, Today: Mew rolled 17 using 5d10, keeping the 2 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 5,8,9,6,6.  bandit 3 damage 2.
20:04, Today: Mew rolled 14 using 5d10, keeping the 2 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 8,6,5,3,6.  bandit 3 damage 1.
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I'll roll over, still in cover from the ridge. Pop out for a bit to take a shot at the one I shot before. Using the few seconds it takes for them to adjust their aim to fire and return to cover.


OOC: use a move half action while prone. and then use a attack half action.

21:22, Today: Magnus rolled 17 using 3d10, keeping the 2 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of (10+3)13,1,4.  attack with Glock.

21:24, Today: Magnus rolled 17 using 2d10, rerolling max with rolls of 9,8.  Damage in case I hit.

The heavily wounded bandit yelps and whines. "It's a pro, boss I toldz ya them Rainwell-ers would git tired o' o'r shit! Now theyz sent a pro ta kill us!" The boss moves for his underling under his own cover fire to give him a swift kick. "Stop yer whining and FIGHT!" Completely demoralized bandit 2 chooses to run for cover where you soon hear a revving sound. "YOU DAMN COWARD!" Bandit 2 zooms off on a one man bike. If you manage to get a look at the remaining bandits they look more than a little demoralized themselves possibly only needing a little extra push to flee themselves. With Johny (bandit 3) trying to scoot on by below you so he can try to run himself.


Bandit cover fire attack 1 is a 13, Attack 2 is a 23 but rolls a body shot so miss by cover.

An Idea immediately comes to my head
I shout out.

"Damn It. I need ALL of your Heads to get my Payment!"

Then I'll move somewhere else behind cover.

OOC: Intimidate Check
20:21, Today: Magnus rolled 15 using 5d10, keeping the 2 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 8,7,2,7,5.  Intimidation.

You can practically hear them shitting bricks, as they go running for the last bike. Johny tripping over and tumbling down hill in a complete panic and only just managing to catch the back of his bosses bike. The two can be heard speeding away in the same direction as bandit 2. (Just to be clear that is the opposite direction of the girls) As silence falls on the scene a strange darkness sweeps the area...

Suddenly you are surrounded by a haze with an unnatural grey-blue tint, within it something materializes. Before you is a strange creature, it is around 4 feet tall, is somewhere between a scarecrow or a puppet, made entirely out of sacks and fabric loosely sown together to serve as a body with joints.  Some of the sticking seems to be just for detail like the eyebrows. Any location that seems to have holes leads to a strange kind of darkness, a total absence of light. As though light bends around the ’substance’ rather than pierce it, giving its outline in these locations a strange glow. Its eyes and mouth are two such locations.

The creature speaks in a somewhat childish voice. “You like Mentat,” The name draws out before continuing. “but not, you young. You play nice?” As he speaks he raises an ‘eyebrow’ switching from one being raised to the other and with the last sentence his voice raises an octave as if hopeful of the answer.

I stand and get into a stance as soon as the grey blue haze surrounds me.
I turn to the creature when it speaks. I'm still wary, But I relax my stance a bit.

"...what? Mentat? What does Ed's online handle got to do with this?...
Actually. A better question would be, Who are you? What exactly are you?
Where am I?...

...I Try to play nice. But what exactly are you wanting to play?"

“Pan I am, I am Pan. Pan is Fate, magic too but Pan is always Pan. Where?” Pan’s giggle echos in the haze. “Where is not the question yet, Pan ask what? … What you know, your questions your surprise, Pan don’t think you know. You died yes, but not dead....Why?” Pan pauses a moment letting the question hang in the air.

“Mentat Verser, you verser too.  But Mentat no play nice, make Pan MAD, make Pan Mom MAD too, it okay Pan Mom slap him good. He get better though, you always do.” The last part is clearly in reference to you as he vaguely gestures in your direction.

“Now where, where is here  and here is Moluva. Good bones in Moluva, Pan Mom no like but tolerate its harvest….. WHY PLAY? More important though, Pan friend was playing, now can’t, need someone to do his part. Pan friend supposed to fix, large group make Pan Mom very MAD, but can’t slap like Mentat. You play hand they play face.” The last line is accompanied by a smile that would go ear to ear if he had any.

"... It is true that I should be dead from being crushed by a sign...
Mentat is a Verser? I'm a Verser? ... I assume you are not referring to poetry.

What did Mentat do to make your mom mad?

Ok. You are wanting me to 'slap' these people. Who are they And how did they make your Mother mad?"

Pan takes a thoughtful pose, lifting one ‘hand’ to his mouth and tilting his head back and forth. “How Pan say?…Perhaps…” Pan’s face cringes with a thought. “Pan ask.” He says matter-a-factly and taps the ends of his selves together as he thinks of how to say his next statement. After a long pause. “ Can Pan,…Taste your memories? So Pan can better explain what Verser is.”

"... Tasting Memories?...Is it dangerous? You don't eat them do you?
If you promice not to harm me with this 'Tasting Memories', I will allow you to do so."