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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 22:23:17 GMT -5
Now you're thinking like Aeva. Oh God how scared should I be?
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Post by Vitsheep on Mar 30, 2017 22:26:52 GMT -5
AEVA'S TALENTS ARE PALADIN'S CHALLENGE, LEADERSHIP, AND FEARLESS. NOW SHOW THOSE FUCKERS HOW TO POKE A GOTT-DAMN SNAKE.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 22:32:21 GMT -5
I thought it was getting screwed by Anna at the worse possible time.
Anyways Francis isn't going to let some dam snake do as he please. No Francis is going to Jam her sword into whatever she can. I don't care what, just find the nearest living thing and ram my sword in it
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Post by Just14 on Mar 30, 2017 22:34:00 GMT -5
plz don't stab Cyrus.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 22:36:47 GMT -5
Hey if Cyrus gets in the way he's getting stabbed. Francis is one pissed off b**** and this dam snake is pissing her off more. She's lashing out and afterwards she's going to make her self a snakeskin boots after this
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Post by Vitsheep on Apr 1, 2017 20:22:46 GMT -5
All Investigators
Kayla takes a shot at the snake, but it goes wide as she tries to avoid hitting its captive. Swaltzer yells something about having the ladies and shoots the snake uncomfortably close to Francis. It leaves a wound, but the thing doesn't seem to care so much. It continues trying to crush Francis, but the strange, invisible force protecting her surges against it.
Francis takes 1 damage.
The monster lunges at Cyrus again, but he manages to jam his axe against the roof of its mouth. It shrieks and drops back, blood leaking from its mouth. Kayla takes a shot and leaves a scratch on its skin. Francis struggles, flailing blindly with her sword. A lucky strike near its neck causes a spew of blood to burst out. The monster writes and flails as it enters its death throes. Francis is lucky enough to be flung several feet away, and clear of the thrashing.
Everyone's mist-like weapons fade away, back into the fog they spawned from. The mysterious shadow figure sighs. "U-um... Ahem. Good... Ah. Excellent work, mortals." The powerful ancient entity schtick feels rather forced. "I shall return you to your realm, but I shall permit you each one question." He seems to turn his gaze to Francis. "O-oh, and I'll, uh, see what I can do about your broken ribs."
Francis McStein
Yeah... You're pretty sure he's right about the broken ribs. It's kinda hard to breath, much less stand up.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2017 20:39:53 GMT -5
Francis
Am I the Avea of this Campaign?
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Post by Just14 on Apr 1, 2017 21:38:34 GMT -5
"Why are these monsters showing up everywhere?"
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Post by pielover19 on Apr 2, 2017 12:28:10 GMT -5
Go over to Francis and offer to help her up.
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Post by Malefio on Apr 2, 2017 12:38:29 GMT -5
"This clearly is not a dream. Where are we?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2017 12:49:46 GMT -5
Francis
Thanks Swaltzer
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2017 12:51:10 GMT -5
So how in the hell can we fight these things on our own?
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Post by Vitsheep on Apr 3, 2017 21:44:30 GMT -5
Francis McStein
What's-his-name helps you up. Oh. This was a mistake. You probably should have just stayed down. The shadowy figure focuses its - his? - gaze on you and begins waving its hands oddly. After a moment, you start to feel a bit better, breathe a bit easier...
All Investigators
The inquisitive lady says this is clearly not a dream and asks where you all are.
"You... are dreaming, yet this is simultaneously a reality of its own. This place is known as the Dreamlands."
The no-longer-badly-injured woman asks how you can possibly fight those creatures.
"I strongly advise you against doing so. You will die. This... is - was a Hunting Horror. Not even the most terrifying monster in... a certain someone's arsenal."
Mr. Cool Guy asks what those monsters are doing popping up everywhere.
The figure pauses and seems to think. "They are appearing in this world because someone-who-will-not-be-named-in-this-world has been sending them here to attack people in their sleep. As for the monsters appear in your... normal reality, they are being called there. By... many different unsavory types, for various reasons."
The figure turns to the suit-wearin' man and stares expectantly.
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Post by pielover19 on Apr 4, 2017 16:34:30 GMT -5
"Yes?"
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Post by Vitsheep on Apr 8, 2017 11:31:18 GMT -5
All Investigators
The figure continues to stare at Swaltzer. "I... told you you could ask one question. And you chose to use it to confirm whether I'm waiting? You humans are all so... odd... A-anyway, I'm going to send you all home now. Try n-not to, uh, y'know... come back. I mean, you'll come back, but... try not to come back in a way you'll remember..."
Cyrus Thompson
You wake up in a cold sweat. Some kinda nightmare about snakes or something... Your arm hurts a bit, and you notice a small wound. Looks like you musta... stabbed it on something yesterday? Eh, it was probably just that melee you fought it. Probably.
Swaltzer Rickenduffle
You jump out of bed and immediately feel the urge to start making sure there are no snakes in your apartment.
Kayla Lyptus
You wake up feeling a bit dizzy. You were dreaming about... something? Huh. Something about another world covered in purple sand or something. You look down and notice you have an unfamiliar handgun in your hands. You almost toss it away with surprise before your training kicks in and you carefully check the safety an- oh, jeez, it's loaded? And recently fired...!? You... feel like you remember finding a gun like this in your dream, but... Your head is pounding.
Francis McStein
You wake up to find Mr. Paws and Claws meowing at you. You try to sit up, then collapse back onto your bed in a coughing fit. Why does it feel like someone smashed your chest with a baseball bat? Ugh. Right. That dream. You must've... wrapped your sheets around you or something? You check yourself out and notice some faint bruising around your ribs. What...?
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