GM Note: lucky roll, you almost landed on the anti-ley line nexus.
GM Note: lucky roll, you missed out talking to the massive golden pool of Bree like beings.
The crew lands in the middle of a Anti-Ley Line Triangle, pg 208 of the new Atlantis book describes what an anti ley line is.
The smell of Ozone and charred flesh fill your senses.
The air is thick with heat and humidity.
This isn't a warzone, this is a hunting ground. No lines of safety just bits of territory carved out by whomever is stronger.
The echo of the religious chanting from the devout to Jeb son of Job make this hunk of reality solidly in their favor. This explains why defensive towers are able to function up to 1 mile out of the chunk of turf.
The team lands in an long abandoned free clinic, stripped of supplies and splattered with the gore of the folk trying to hold out and help out. Callousness won out in the time of despair and these medical care workers paid the price.
Sarge has a general sense of where to go, a
'That way' kind of feeling.
The Radios are filled with the Religious chatter of Jeb son of Job.
The local surveillance / public announcement speakers are filled of imagery of Jeb son of Job sermons.
The holo projections are of Jeb son of Job iconography.
Rolls need to find Bree;
- 5D12, each die recorded separately
- Perception (DC 15)
- Land Navigation @-10%
- Lore Dimensions @-10%