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| IC Thread: BACK TO THE DOOMWALKER... Posted by Vult. | Group: 0 |
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Vult is currently a vaporous being again, floating like a thin but persistent orange wisp in the air. "Yeah, you guys missed my fourth form. Oh well, it'll come around again eventually." Then Vult notices Pesky. "Oh hey, speakin' a fourth, hi! You guys found a fourth human!" The orange vapor wafts over to Pesky. "They tell me the big guy is a human, but I'm waiting to see more evidence before I'm convinced," he whispers to Pesky. "Anyway, I'm Vult! What's up! Besides you guys, I mean. Oh, and there are the moths, back, too. Wondered where they went." | |||||
"There was a real cafetaria down there. Its a great place." | |||||
"Yeah...a lot of crazy stuff happened. Robots on the fritz, bandits. Large ant-bug centaur monster things. More bandits. Weird but pretty friendly and oddly gracious owls. Oh and the moths are here because I gave them some dinner. But I got my hardware at least, plus a few other things that let me fix up our gear, and we have a medkit now too. So more options is always great I say." Alyn said. "Sorry about the monsters, by the way. Those were probably the ones who escaped the Duke and my err...um, let's just say there was a diplomatic breakdown, but everything is okay now. And yes, we have another human in our group. He's going to be our scout and medic, and wants to find the Cloister with us too." Alyn looked silently toward his Psiwalker, which was parked a bit in the distance, and it began to suddenly move and head toward him as it was prompted by his silent psychic command. "We're gonna head back to the Doomwalker now, and from there, to Gnost. The moths will um...they'll be around. Or perching on my Psiwalker. Or something." he added, followed by a shrug. | |||||
After the leopard man speaks, the ethereal mist draws closer. Not wanting to cause any division between himself and his new teammates regarding Duke's humanity, Pesky simply nods noncommittally. He crosses his arms across his chest, vaguely uneasy, slightly defensive. He scans his new team, and in the light of day he can tell that Duke, despite his focus on food only, seems injured. He pulls the newly acquired medkit from his pack as he walks toward Duke. "Hey," he says, nodding at Duke's visible injuries. "Let me help with that?" | |||||
"They are extra salty." | |||||
"Thanks though," he added. | |||||
Kalsk nods at the information. "It is good to have healing skills." "I don't think the monsters we fought were your fault, though," says Vult. "I've seen 'em around before-- kinda rodent-bird-dude-hybrid guys, led by a... bird-cyborg guy. They're losers. Just scavengers. I mean, you don't wanna just laugh 'em off, but they were no match for Kalsk and me at my most awesome, and they knew it, so they ran off. No big deal." It is just as well that we leave this place, say the mind-moths, although only Alyn hears them. The strange minds to the east should be avoided. And so, the humans and their allies get back on their vehicles and head back toward the Doomwalker... (Somebody make an Insightful roll! (Just one person!)) | |||||
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The vehicles move across the landscape, back the way they'd most recently come... ...Then, after hours of staying alert... from the northwest... (...Alyn gets 1 new xp.) "Aw, crap, they're back," says Vult. "And right when I'm about to become a liquid." Kalsk and Vult explain that it is indeed the mouse-parrots they drove off earlier... led by their general, the cyborg Commander Hornbill... "Now it makes sense," says Kalsk. "They only retreated to get their hardware." Each of the mice-parrots are now riding atomic fusion-bikes... With Commander Hornbill plugged into some sort of wrecked spacecraft that he's lashed to the nosecone of, to which giant tires and shock-absorbers have been added. The horde is faster than you, and coming to run you over and kill you all... "Crackers! Crackers! Buckets of blood! Pieces of eight for the horde!" the biker mice-parrot pirates squeak furiously as one over the purring of their fusion-engines. There's about 20 of them (although some have sidecars too). None of them have guns, but they do have swords (some of them are vibroblades). (What's the first line of self-defense to be?) | |||||
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"You lost your mind?" His fixed mauler gloves crackle with energy as the biker parrots come closer and the Duke pops his neck and rolls his shoulders. Then as the beasts are close enough he leaps from the hovering vehicle straight at the first bikes zooming towards him. "NOBODY STEALS MY FOOD!!!!!" ooc: Only a little atrocious on these vile creatures that want the Dukes food. He will employ the gloves that are destructive and impactful. 7 to 9: Weak Atrocity: Charge any weak opponent and destroy them. You don't even need to use any weapons (though you may). If your next move is a basic attack or an Atrocity, take +1 forward. 23:25, Today: The Duke rolled 8 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 3,4. Atrocity. | |||||
(Choose one, The Duke: --You defeat 1/3rd of the attackers but take no damage yourself --You defeat most of them but take some damage yourself) |
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