[Rifts] Prelude & The begging - Bunker 08
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				Title: <strong>[Rifts] Prelude &amp; The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>06-02-2006, 23:30:41</strong>
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				Earth, a silent planet. The peaceful and predictable world of yesterday is no more. Streams of magical energy are huge enough to be visible from space, a visible symbol of the changes that took place. There is no safe place after the coming of magic. Nations cry underneath decaying skies as demons and dragons stalk the land.<br>The new world order is one of tyranny, martial law and medieval-like superstition that often comes true. In the fortified bastions of technology, you are sentenced to death before you know the crime. In the wasteland wilderness, even the daemons in your mind will cower in fear at what can lurk behind every corner.<br>And there are always bandits. Always.<br><br>It's the year 105PA when the wise and enlightened emperor Prosek pushed the human nation of Coalition States into war. The man that has people executed for possesing books, the man that burned more 'witches' and 'magic users' than inquisition ever did, decides that a prosperous realm where men and magical creatures coexist in peace is wrong. Armies of armour-clad soldiers march to protect man-kind from what he sees as alien. Wretches and beggars from the shanty town of the 'burbs are offered Coalition citizenship to enlist in the biggest army in the new world's history. Earth and sky shake at the warmachines, tanks, transporters, grav-bikes and flying armour.<br><br>At the same time, Tolkeen fortress is known as place of peace, tolerance and learning. Magical spells help in harvests, magical spells power a clean mass-transit system, magicians run the society as teachers and healers.<br>Creatures from other dimensions, such as elves or dragons prove they love and dream just the same as humans. Time of war will show they also hate and fear as same as humans do, and earth and air will shake at the stomping of daemons, golems and unnamed gods that should never be released into existance.<br>A child prophecized to be the greates seer in history is grasping at his head and screaming.<br>"There will be pain! Violence! Everybody is evil! Even you father!" And even his father, a powerful and wise magician cannot help his son who dies from heart-attack at the age of fifteen. There's somebody up in the wizard-king's castle that would agree with him, but he only speaks in riddles.<br><br>The first battles are small ones. Coalition 'Dead Boy' troops anihilating levelling where magicians lived, little groups of warlocks destroying dozens of soldiers before they can be seen, clashes of technology and magic at relatively small scale. It's when a small band of people will come together, to brave dangers of war and leave their mark on the world.
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				Title: <strong>[Rifts] The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>03-03-2006, 22:23:57</strong>
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				It's a dry plain away from any civilization. A long time ago it was known as a border between 'Wisconsin' an 'Illinois', but those names are long forgotten. Today the hilly plain is a battlefield for the two powers of this world. Black mass of Coalition forces stretches from one side of horizon to the other. Skelebots march first, mechanical skeletons carrying deadly rifles, seeking targets with their electronic eyes. Behind them are humans clad in black body-armour, wearing helmets shaped as a skull. Mobile bunkers in the form of an armoured skull move on hydraulic spider-like legs, armed with destructive rail guns. The man's technology of war has advanced considerably since the time of 'Wisconsin', but even that technology is not ready for...<br><br>All over the hills, robed silhouettos appear. They carry no weapons, but they don't need them. Sorcerers from the kingdom of Tolkeen unleash jets of white flame at the robots, bombard the vehicles with forked lightnin and summon a sleet storm from out of the clear sky to slow them down. All hell breaks loose on the plain and the earth itself begins to shake at the magicians command. Armoured soldiers are fried alive in their armour, super-armoured vehicles burst open like toys, robots collapse in heaps of shattered metal.<br><br>This time the Coalition HQ is ready for the supernatural enemies. The moment they appear, distant artillery begins to pound the whole area with explosive shells and shrapnels. Invading forces halt and open fire at the loose groups of magicians, while soldiers on flying grav-cycles breeze trough the air to cut away a path of their retreat.<br><br>Just a gunshot away from the battle, on top of a flat hill, is an old bunker built in times long predating the Coalition and it's enemies. Battered and cracked full of holes, long ago stripped from anything valuable, it doesn't even have a door anymore. The number '08' is painted on it's wall. Tolkeen magicians were using it for a storage for food, but it was too obvious to serve as headquarters. Now it's as good hideout as any, because artillery shells explode everywhere, and no matter which side one is on, he has to seek cover.<br>And so they met, panting from the excertion, running for their lives, all seeking the same shelter.<br><br>One of Tolkeen's wizards, a creature not of this earth, dark elven mistress of 'ley lines' along with her technologicaly enhanced(some would say maimed) human bodyguard. The 'Fae' doesn't expect that when entering she is observed by an enemy operative sent to single her out and capture her alive at all costs. He is hidden in the darkness, suprised that his prey walked straight into his hands, but in a dilemma because he is alone and cannot expect reinforcements at this moment. There's also an innocent, neutral traveller. She simply considered this place good to stay for the night, after being turned away by Tolkeen's magicians. Being a cyber-knight, she is supposed not to take up sides, but help those in need. Far from helpless, the knightly dame is at the moment sitting on her bedroll, noticing the sorceress and her guard, but oblivious about the CS operative.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>04-03-2006, 05:32:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mizrel cursed as she fled from the battle field. The Coalition shelling had landed near her and killed nearly everyone with the shrapnel from the explosions. So she'd taken the hint of the Gods and left. Better to flee and fight another day. Straight up combat wasn't her fotre unless she had a overwhelming advantage. She didn't like death runs. Pushing her white hair back from her face, she gestures to the altered and augmented human to proceed her into the bunker. Wondering briefly at why there was a faded '8' painted on the side. <br><br>&nbsp;Behind her the iron flail continues to hammer into the ground and people on both sides dying and she was glad to get away from it, was her thought as the dark elf enters the bunker. Her eyes, adapting quickly to the dim lighting, notices the armored human sitting on a bedroll and immediately steps to tyhe side of the door. Aiming her pistol at the woman with one hand and her other raised to cast a spell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>04-03-2006, 17:20:18</strong>
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				Stessana wished desperatly that she'd ever gotten the knack of sleeping with her armor on.&nbsp; <br><br>Nude, save for an implated bustier of cyber armor, that looped below her generous breasts and stopped just above her pelvis, the cybernetic marvel somehow easier to breathe in than the average corset despite a vauegly similar effect upon her cleevage, she wore panties and boots under the blanket, with smooth tempered steel resting lightly in one hand.&nbsp; Staying still and breathing silently as if still asleep, she concentrated for a long moment, blankets shifting the slightest bit, as a second blade, this one born of her heartfire and dreamsong, materialized in the other hand.&nbsp; <br><br>slowly, she sighed and let her eyes flutter open, then turned to look past the hovercycle between her and the door to see who had entered.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>04-03-2006, 20:05:09</strong>
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				The young man who followed the Elf ran in after her. He wasn't the type to give up a fight just because the odds were hopelessly against him, but his paycheck is from the sorceress, not from the poor stupid bastards dying outside. His eyes glimmer slightly as he recognizes the noble figure inside, feeling a touch jealous.<br><br>" Don't, Mizrel. She's a Cyberknight... A decent person, and I'm not sure I'd even be able to take her in a fight." He says, gently pushing the gun down. " If we don't hurt her, she won't hurt us. Right?" he asks the woman. His other hand is at his side, softly fingering the vibroclaw he keeps in a small holster there, just in case it's somebody else- That specific cyber-armor is fairly particular to the Cyber-Knights, though...<br><br>He's fairly tall, and strangely handsome, though he is mostly clad in an old CS armored uniform. He has a head full of unusually silvery, thick hair, and he looks through the room, wondering if there's anyone else in here. He'd think more people's survival instincts would be kicking in...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>04-03-2006, 22:30:22</strong>
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				Francis had taken watch much like he usually did when the others slept.&nbsp; He shifted his weight just slightly as a new set of drugs kicked in, feeling still a little like superman from the whole thing.&nbsp; He eased his energy rifle around, laying perfectly still as he waited to see what he could see.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 03:52:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mizrel's ebony skinned face twists as she struggles to bring her pistol back up, then lets him push it down. " Fine, as long as she doesn't start anything that I won't finish. I don't intend to die now or soon. You watch her then. That's what I hired you for, to guard me." Her accent was thicker than normal with the stress. The soft musical lilt to her voice held a dark quality to it, as she scans the room again.. Red eyes flicking from shadow to shadow in the hole riddled bunker.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 03:55:53</strong>
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				The juicer bounced to his feet as the others settled into the bunker, moving over to a more comfortable position.&nbsp; He spat out a few choice words in Dragonese then waved the others inside, intent on closing the door behind them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 13:38:20</strong>
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				Joseph moves quietly out of the way, looking at the Juicer with a raised eyebrow. He's never quite trusted them- After all, to be one, they'd have to be... crazier than him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 19:30:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mizrel's pistol rose to track the crazy when he moves to close the battered door. "Don't do that. That's the only way out and if it's closed it limits what can be heard from outside, so unless you want to be shot, leave it open." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 19:57:26</strong>
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				The destruction is still raging outside, infact bombardment gets even more intense. The concrete walls shake with every explosion. Mizrel can also feel magical energies being released to bring even more destruction. After a few long mintues the explosions became less frequent and instead the buzz of energy rifles filled the air. Magicians, as usual, were retreating after causing as much damage as they could. In broader scope, the fact that they didn't make a stand this time meant that Coalition army would soon be marching into first villages in Tolkeen baronies. As of current, everybody was still waiting in the darkness of the bunker, not sure if they can trust themselves. They couldn't get away from one another, in the bunker there was one big round chamber where everybody could see everybody.<br>Sound of loud steps, and a Coalition 'Dead-boy' appears in the entrance, looking right at whomever stood closest to it. Clad in the usual black armour with skull helmet, carrying a smoking energy rifle, he is limping on his left leg.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 20:00:07</strong>
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				The juicer shrugged then suddenly tumbled and rolled as the CS soldier appeared at the doorway.&nbsp; His rifle leveled and he aimed at the apparent intruder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 20:32:59</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mizrel shivers at the intense magical assault goes on and the fades. Givng a small sigh as the pressure eases, only to hold onto her pistol and thinks of what spells she can cast since the coalition troops will be passing by the bunker as they move forward. It's unfortunate that she was close to the door whrn the wounded deadboy enters and pooints his rifle at her. Her reaction is automatic and she throws a&nbsp; Paralyzing bolt at the human. Anything more being too loud and dangerous inside the bunker and far too l ilkely to draw the attention of Dead Boys outside of the bunker.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 20:54:06</strong>
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				The claw is out as the Crazy gets himself ready to fight should he not succumb.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 00:02:18</strong>
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				Locke, an assumed name he had been ordered to use, sat quietly and listened to the distant thundering fade.&nbsp; When the man entered the small shck that tried to pass for a building, he didn't move.&nbsp; While this dealer of death would not be able to identify who he was, nor would he have a chance in any hell of taking him down.&nbsp; For the time being, he felt content in letting this rag tag group deal with the problem at hand.&nbsp; One more dead sholder would go unnoticed, and his mission relied on keeping his true identity hidden.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 01:14:17</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;((Assuming the DeadBoy freezes)) Narrowing her eyes, Mizrel casts another spell. This one on herself and fades from mortal sight. Now invisible, she peeks out to see who's with the soon to be dead soldier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 01:19:35</strong>
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				The juicer holds his fire, waiting to see if anyone else happens to be with the soldier.&nbsp; Certainly the others could easily deal with this one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 02:05:01</strong>
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				The 'Paralysis(lesser)' spell affects only a single limb, i'm guessing Zakharra chooses to paralyze the Deadboy's hand that holds the trigger.<br>Deadboy's saving throw(:<br>Roll 1: 1. failed, he's paralysed.<br>5 P.P.E. expended<br>Invisibility will be for 3 minutes, the spell allows you to fight and cast spells while invisible.<br>6 P.P.E. expended<br><br>From the soldier's movements, it's obvious that he is in much pain and panicked. His first reaction at the sight of Mizerl is aim his weapon and shoot her. Before he can do that, the elf speaks and incantation in her language and the Deadboy's hand stiffens before it can touch the trigger. With another spell, she fades to invisibility, leaving the hapless grunt staring down the barrel of the juicer's intimidating gun. When the silver-haired Crazy snaps a vibro-claw ready, the Deadboy decides not to be foolish and breaks towards the door. While running, he also tries to tear the rifle from his paralysed hand and take in in the other...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 02:41:28</strong>
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				&nbsp; Seeing the CS trooper moving, Mizrel points her pistol at him and shoots. Aiming for his head/neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 13:16:17</strong>
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				The Crazy accelerates rapidly and will try to slam the Deadboy down onto his stomach, knocking him down- That armor can be fairly tough, and they don't want to loose their nice place. Failing that, he'll take a quick swipe at the rifle with the vibro-claw.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 00:15:38</strong>
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				Initiative:<br>Mizrel:Roll 1: 8.<br>Joseph:Roll 1: 2.<br>Deadboy:Roll 1: 16.<br>Mizrel still goes first cause she shoots, though.<br>Mizrel's 4 attacks:<br>Roll 1: 9.<br>Roll 2: 12.<br>Roll 3: 16.<br>Roll 4: 20.<br>All hit, Deadboy dodges:<br>Roll 1: 20. dodged<br>Roll 2: 1. failed<br>Roll 3: 4. failed <br>Roll 4: 14. failed<br>Damage:<br>Roll 2: 6, 2 = 8.<br>Roll 3: 2, 6 = 8.<br>Roll 4: 1, 4 = 5.<br>Deadboy's armour took 21 damage.<br><br>The dark elf is invisible, but from where she stood bolts of energy fly out and scorch the Deadboy's armour.<br>He still backs off, muffled cursing audible under his half-melted helmet. His left hand pulls an energy pistol from his armoured utility belt and he shoots at the current nearest target, Crazy Joseph.<br><br>Wild shots:<br>Roll 1: 13.<br>Roll 2: 17.<br>Roll 3: 1. missed<br>Roll 4: 14.<br>Joseph, i presume, dodges:<br>Roll 1: 2. dodged<br>Roll 2: 18. dodged<br>Roll 3: 9. dodged<br>Joseph's attack with the claw:<br>Roll 1: 9.<br>Roll 4: 11.<br>Hit, Deadboy parries:<br>Roll 1: 5. failed<br>Damage:<br>Roll 1: 4, 3 = 7.<br>Deadboy's armour took 7 damage.<br><br>The white-hot blazes of energy tear trough the air, but Joseph is fast like quicksilver and zig-zags between them to throw himself at the grunt. He got too close to the bunker's wall, so rather than felling him to the ground the Crazy pins him to the wall, his claw slashing a deep mark on the black armour.<br>The grunt is screaming mad and tries to push Joseph's hand away and put the pistol right to his silver-haired head...<br>Another explosion outside brings an inhuman guttural roar out of something it hit, and that thing does not seem to be dead. It keeps wheezing in pain, whistling and grunting with many mouths at once.<br>A roll for each character's monster lore or faerie lore, Locke,Steissana,Misery:<br>Roll 1: 79.<br>Roll 2: 74.<br>Roll 3: 72.<br>All failed.<br><br>Whatever the sound is, it's as unpleasant as a rusty dentists drill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 16:38:54</strong>
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				Stessana had barely had time to pull her tunic over her head before pandomonium broke loose.&nbsp; Rapidly as she could now, she pulled down her Crusader armor, a mesh of woven polymers and plates resembling a mideval knight, with a surcoat baring her own collors.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 23:05:20</strong>
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				Finding himself a target, the juicer slings his rifle and moves over to where he's got his rail gun set up to cover the doorway.&nbsp; He then waits to see what's stupid enough to walk into his line of fire....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 082</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 02:26:41</strong>
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				Francis has the doorway covered, and after a moment an enemy indeed does appear and it's not even remotely human. A levitating black blob with four spiky appendages jumping on it's sides. Numerous fanged mouths appear randomly on it's bloated torso, groaning and hollering. It stops right in the door, then points one of it's tentacles at the Deadboy wrestling with Joseph. The grunt notices it and cries a warning while still trying to push the Crazy off him.<br><br>Deadboy fights in hand to hand, punching twice and kicking twice times:<br>Roll 1: 5. missed<br>Roll 2: 17. hit with punch<br>Roll 3: 3. missed<br>Roll 4: 15. hit with kick<br>Of course the damage is SDC so does completely nothing.<br><br>His armoured hand grates on the Crazy's armoured shoulder without neither of them really feeling it. The Deadboy wiggles away from his grip and looks for a way to jump away and get away from the monster that just floated inside the bunker.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 03:08:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mizrel's red eyes widen at the thing that appeared in the door. It's bulk blocking the sun light.&nbsp; Reacting instinctively, she threw herself backwards and&nbsp; turns her pistol to the thing. Her hane flew out and she&nbsp; &nbsp;quickly chants a spell to throw a firebolt at the 'thing' It was blocking the only exit and that was bad. Very bad...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 04:43:35</strong>
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				Not surprisingly, the juicer gives a yell of delight then opens fire at the blob in the doorway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 18:43:45</strong>
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				Locke felt relieved when the creature appeared.&nbsp; Now he wouldn't have to answer any questions about why he didn't fight.&nbsp; Also, killing something so inhuman just felt right.&nbsp; Bringing his Wilks up into view, he waited for a clean shot before letting the thing have it's just deserts.<br><br>OCC: I'll go last when it comes to Int. for this round.&nbsp; It'll make things easier.<br>And the die says: 12<br>1d20+4=12 (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=382925) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 22:12:38</strong>
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				The Crazy grabs the Deadboy in an iron one-handed grip, pinning him to the wall, taking out the laser pistol at his belt, and unleashing a few shots at the god-awful thing. He's not going melee with <em>that</em> many tentacles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 23:54:04</strong>
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				<br>Initiative:<br>Misery:Roll 1: 4.<br>Francis:Roll 1: 18+4.<br>Monster:Roll 1: 16+3.<br>Joseph:Roll 1: 4.<br>Deadboy:Roll 1: 10.<br>Locke goes last.<br><br>Francis shoots:<br>Roll 1: 17.<br>Roll 2: 4.<br>Roll 3: 7.<br>Roll 4: 9.<br>Roll 5: 13.<br>Roll 6: 4.<br>Roll 7: 8.<br>Four dodges:<br>Roll 1: 1. failed<br>Roll 2: 11. succes<br>Roll 3: 20. succes<br>Roll 4: 19. succes<br>Two firebolts, courtesy of Misery:<br>Roll 1: 5.<br>Roll 2: 3.<br>Damage taken:<br>Two firebolts:Roll 1: 3, 6, 4, 1, 4, 2, 2, 5 = 27.<br>14 PPE expended.<br>Four railgun blasts:<br>Roll 1: 4, 2, 5, 4, 3, 4 = 22.<br>Roll 2: 1, 6, 5, 4, 4, 5 = 25.<br>Roll 3: 3, 4, 6, 5, 4, 5 = 27.<br>Roll 4: 2, 3, 4, 1, 1, 4 = 15.<br>Comes down to 116 damage.<br>Deadboy shoots Joseph with his pistol:<br>Roll 1: 5.<br>Roll 2: 20.<br>Roll 3: 5.<br>Two dodges:<br>Roll 1: 18.<br>Roll 2: 6.<br>Both succesful.<br>One shot damages:Roll 1: 1, 3 = 4.<br>Joseph makes one attack at the Deadboy:<br>Roll 1: 7. hit<br>Which the deadboy tries to parry:<br>Roll 1: 2. failed<br>Pistol:<br>Roll 1: 12.<br>Which deal:<br>Roll 1: 4, 3 = 7 damage.<br><br>The invisible dark elven sorceress draws upon a fiery magics to kill the floating monstrosity.<br>From out of the thin air, two roaring lines of flame spring and scorch at the creature's bloated torso.<br>The juicer also has no doubts and gleefully blasts the beast with his powerful energy rifle.<br>Just a few feet away from the from the entrance, Joseph is brutally trying to incapacite the Coalition soldier, but the grunt blasts him at point-blank range with his pistol. The Crazy twists his body to avoid most of the blasts and grabs the soldier by the throat. His other hand reaches for a pistol to shoot not his human enemy but the monster that appeared in the doorway.<br>Blasted by sorcerous flames and damaging energy, the thing staggers in the air, drifting back under the push.<br>It's numerous mouths shriek and splutter at the pain as it's black flesh melts away and reveals it's grayish insides. It gets stuck in the door frame, blocking it's entirely with it's size, then collapses to the ground.<br>The barrage reduced it to a smouldering caracass, full of holes from which ugly gray goo pours out. One of the mouths still moves and splutters.<br>edit:mistake in damage
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 00:06:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				OOC: Pardon me, Mr GM.&nbsp; But I'm using my NG-101 rail gun, not my energy rifle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 00:15:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				OOC:Indeed a mistake. I corrected my post, the creature is dead this way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 00:17:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4161.msg142859#msg142859">Quote from: Celestial Goblin on 09-03-2006, 00:15:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">OOC:Indeed a mistake. I corrected my post, the creature is dead this way.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>OOC: Thank you.&nbsp; &nbsp;:)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 10:34:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph holds a pistol to the Deadboy's head. " I know exactly how many shots I have left with this thing, and it's more than enough to ventilate your skull. None of us want to die out there on that battlefield, so what say we all play nice, you put the damn gun down, and I don't test if I can finally crush a human skull barehanded, alright?" He grins toothily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 15:26:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mizrel aims more carefully and shoots the still talking mouth. In her natice tongue she mutters, "&lt;e&gt;Damned multi- dimensonal rifts and creatures always popping out of them, should DIE!&lt;e&gt;"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 20:04:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Deadboy's energy pistol hits the ground with a thud. The battered grunt gazes at him, then at the floating monsters caracass. He kind of twitches when an energy bolt from thin air silences the monster's last mouth.<br>Before the energy bolt burns it away, Mizrel can hear and understand what the creature is saying. "...We've found the dark elf..." It says in the language of fairies, it melodic verses sounding like curses in it's coughing voice.<br>Explosions on the battlefield outside are more distand now, though still intensely frequent. There are also more hateful whistles and coughs just outside the doorway, on both sides.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>10-03-2006, 03:09:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mizrel starts cursing silently. Who was after her? No Coalition person would use magic to come after her so it was likely Tolkein, but which faction? She'd not angered them <em>that</em> much had she? She drew in a deep breath and fades back further into the light spotted darkness of the bunker. Softly, "More things are out there", she says in the accented English that she knew.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>10-03-2006, 15:26:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then this place is no longer safe.&nbsp; The open field will provide better attack oppertunies than this shack."&nbsp; Locke said as he lowered his rifle.&nbsp; "Don't kill the Dead Boy.&nbsp; We need to know where the rest of his unit is."&nbsp; He added, looking down at the crazy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>10-03-2006, 21:53:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" I wasn't going to kill him." Joseph says nervously. " I mean, he's probably a decent guy. Got a family and everything. Dontcha?" he asks the Deadboy, eye twitching slightly. " I'm not crazy yet! I resent the insinuation that I'd kill him!- Erm..." He coughs a bit, and quiets down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>10-03-2006, 22:29:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In response, the Deadboy curses under his helmet, but nods agreeingly. When released, he curls up, and reaches for his canteen. When Mizrel says there's more monsters outside, he speaks with a raspy, pained voice. "Yes, at least ten."<br>The monster blocking the doorway seems to be slowly falling to pieces, it's flesh rotting away in plain sight from it's convoulted bones. Sunlight outside makes the dissolving caracass throw a really weird shadow.<br>There's another explosion outside, but even farther away. Battle seems to be moving northwards, in the general direction of Tolkeens territories. There's still hissing outside the doorway, and for a moment a pointy, hairy stump of a tentacle flashes trough it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 02:31:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"By all the Hells and the Abyss, what are those things and why are they here DeadBoy? And is there&nbsp; another way out? I don't want to be caught by them in here..." Mizrel says quietly, trying to think if any of her magic could blow a hole in the back of the bunker for a quick escape. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 02:35:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Anyone else know how to operate this thing other than me?"&nbsp; He asked, glancing around hopefully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 11:26:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Operate what thing?" asks Joseph, before he gives Locke an odd look. " Wait a minute. Who the hell are you?" he says suspiciously. He looks back at the deadboy. " Oh, I also know that those suits of armor come with a vibro-knife. Hand it over, before someone gets hurt." He grins.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 15:57:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Who am I?&nbsp; Just a guy who has taken a wrong turn somewhere down the road and is now stuck in a warzone.&nbsp; The big question is how do we get out of here in one piece?"&nbsp; Locke asked as he listened to the noise of the creatures outside the door frame.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 20:09:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" No, seriously, who- Ah, hell, fine. Damn introspection..." The crazy mutters a bit, and then thinks. " How hard do you think those back walls are?" He asks, grinning a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 04:01:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The juicer simply points the rail gun at the opening of the door and fires several bursts outside to 'discourage' the creature out there from coming in here.<br><br>Not that it was likely to help, mind you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 17:02:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not hard enough to keep those things out.&nbsp; Or the two of you in."&nbsp; Locke replied, knowing what the crazy had in mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 22:22:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Here, catch!" He pushes the Deadboy towards Locke, and grins. " Hey, Juicer. Lemme soften the wall up a bit before you use that monstrosity- We don't want any nasty ricochet shots taking off someone's head." He races towards the side of the bunker just about opposite of the door, slamming his fist into the wall repeatedly with the Vibro-claws, raking them across the material quickly, working on breaking it down. " There might be some nasties hanging around outside- Madam, if you would hang to one wall, cover me? Mysterious guy who will be getting some serious questions, watch the door with the Juicer? And you, Medieval girl, let us know if you spot any structural weakening where there shouldn't be. Cracks, that is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 22:43:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The wall, being nothing more than super-resilent, thick, rock-hard concrete, gives way under the cuts of Joseph's vibro claw. The vibrating blades themselves don't make much noise, barely a faint grating. It's the sound of chunks of concrete falling on the ground that's louds. Those are big chunks.<br>At certain point the vibro-claw screeches on a mega-resilent metal beam, one of many supporting the bunker dome. It eventually saws trough it and now chunks are falling down from the ceiling too.<br>Given enough time, maybe an hour, Joseph could saw trough all layers a hole big enough to walk trough, but now he and others hear a new gurgling hiss in the doorway.<br>The Juicer is first to spot it, second bloated floating shape waving pointy stumps of limbs and coughing with it's multiple mouths. Only Mizrel can understand the thing is chanting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 23:06:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The juicer gives a wild yell of delight then cuts loose with the rail gun, not letting off the trigger until it stopped twitching.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>15-03-2006, 00:17:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph pulls out the laser pistol, unleashing a barrage of fire into the critter, grinning maniacally. " Well, this damn bunker seems to be a bit thicker than I anticipated. Anyone got any other ideas? Damn, of all the days to forget to bring a few decent explosives..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>15-03-2006, 00:33:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The juicer pauses from shooting to reach into a pouch and produces a brick sized device, which he tosses gently! to the crazy.&nbsp; "Now you owe me bigtime."&nbsp; He says as the fusion block goes flying toward the other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>15-03-2006, 01:13:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now fully garbed in snug mail and helm, and her mass of weapons untangled, the cyber-knight slings herself up into the seat of her hovercyle as it purrs to life.&nbsp; Smiling under her helm, she sheathes her weapons in their holsters and glides out into the midst of the others.&nbsp; "Sorry I missed the fun," she coments, "But I really wasn't dressed for that party."&nbsp; Seeing the explosives tossed around, she yelps a curse in german and pulls her bike in front of the dark elf woman, who seems the least armored, though she supsects the girl has some sort of magical armor to compensate.&nbsp; "You can call me Stess, and I'd be happy to escort you out of here, this is no place for the unafilliated to get stuck."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>15-03-2006, 02:14:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mizrel stayed in the back, to the side. nibbling her lip, the invisible dark elf's eyes flick all about the bunker. Her instinctswere&nbsp; shouting at her to <em>get out!</em>&nbsp; of there. suddenly she understood the words the mouthy blobs were saying. In English, "Damn! It's chanting a spell!~" She threw her hand out, chanting a spell of her own to throw and hopefully disrupt them.<br><br>&nbsp;(( casting Thunderclap&nbsp; just outside of the door.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>15-03-2006, 23:35:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Initiative:<br>Monster has +3 inititative:<br>Roll 1: 10.<br>Misery:<br>Roll 2: 15.<br>Francis:<br>Roll 3: 6.<br>Stessana:<br>Roll 4: 16.<br><br><br>The futuristic knight mounts her vehicle, starting it to to rise a few inches above the floor. She might want to grab the dark elf first, but the mistress of magic is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, a voice speaks from out of thin air, just in front of the grav-bike. "Damn! It's chanting a spell!" Sounds Mizrel otherwordly accent.<br>In a moment, she summons powerful sonic energy to discharge behind the monster.<br>&nbsp;4PPE expended<br>Horror checks for the creature and the three others behind it:<br>Roll 1: 18. Roll 2: 15. Roll 3: 13. Roll 4: 6. All pass. <br>Despite the thunderclap can be probably heard for a mile, and it's resound inside the bunker makes everybody deaf for a short second, it does nothing to intimidate the outerdimensional 'something'.<br>Regardless of the noise, it has finished it's chant and extends it's pointy stump from which magical flames shoot out towards the nearest target, Francis.<br>At the same time the projectiles from juicers rail gun cut the air as he has no mercy on the trigger.<br><br>No dodge as i heard? Damage:<br>Roll 1: 2, 6, 6, 2 = 16.<br>Roll 1: 6, 1, 2, 5 = 14.<br>30 MDC damage from two firebolts.<br>Francis shoots:<br>Roll 1: 19.<br>Roll 2: 8.<br>Roll 3: 2.<br>Roll 4: 9.<br>Roll 5: 17.<br>Roll 6: 19.<br>Roll 7: 13.<br>Monster tried to dodge the two lowest shots:<br>Roll 1: 12. dodged<br>Roll 2: 3. dodged<br>Damage for 5 bursts:<br>Roll 1: 3, 5, 3, 1, 4, 3 = 19.<br>Roll 2: 2, 1, 6, 1, 1, 4 = 15.<br>Roll 3: 5, 2, 4, 1, 6, 5 = 23.<br>Roll 4: 4, 4, 1, 4, 4, 6 = 23.<br>Roll 5: 3, 4, 3, 2, 5, 1 = 18.<br>98 MDC. That's a lot. But the monster still is not dead.<br><br>Hellish flames from one side, torrent of hyper-fast metal from the other. This apocalypse is not end, but just beggining. Francis Harrison stands in his smouldering, blackened armour with feet wide and more smoke rising from his weapon. The monster had a lot of his flesh shot away, but still floats forward and waves it's appendages.<br>The juicer's powerful hand bears the weight of the whole weapon for a moment when he throws Joseph a fusion block. The little explosive pack innocently rolls by his feet. The Deadbyoy grunt lying near him gaves a long and uneasy sigh. He already gave his vibro-knife away, now wants only to get out alive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>16-03-2006, 00:40:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Damn," Stessana gasped, pulling a sleek black laser pistol from her hip, "What does it take to take that thing down?"&nbsp; She took careful aim one handed and fired while juggling bike and psi-sword with her off hand.&nbsp; Despite being one of the stronger unaugemented human women in the world, she wasn't crazy enough to think she could aim her heavy weapon one handed without risk to the people in front of her, nor did she dare "joust" the thing with her psi-sword and foil the shots of those less inclined towards melee combat.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>16-03-2006, 03:35:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Ooooh, boomies! Shall we see how they respond to a little bit of high explosive outside? Something tells me that trying to take out this wall with this thing would be an act even <i>I</i> wouldn't consider!" He stretches a bit, grinning, tossing the explosive around skillfully, carefully measuring the weight as he looks outside- He'll want to make sure that little, if any, of the blast will be sent into the bunker, which means he's going to need to move fast and plant the thing outside...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>16-03-2006, 21:57:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Roll 1: 10.<br>Roll 2: 20.<br>Roll 3: 3.<br>Roll 4: 12.<br>All hit, damage:<br>Roll 1: 1, 1, 1, 5 = 8.<br><br>Stessana takes shots with her pistol at the floating abomination that just survived a pounding from a rail-gun.<br>The red-hot laser only serves to annoy the beast, making one of it's faces spit in knight's direction. All the other faces, including the 'main' one between the shoulders are focused at Harrison towards which the beast floats. Another black bloated ugliness appears in the door behind the first, wounded one, and yet another behind it...<br>Joseph examines the little clean package he holds.<br>No demolitions skill, i'm rolling for your intelligence alone.<br>Roll 1: 56. failed, no insight.<br>While he can skillfuly perceive where the little thing will land, there's no way to be sure how the blast will behave. From what he knows, those things won't have longer range than 10 feet. His overcharged brain gives him full confidence he'll be able to throw it to such a distance.<br>Locke can still act, if Siegfried will be able to post. If not, the turn ends.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>16-03-2006, 22:29:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Erm... Yeah. I can do this. But maybe... No. Yeah. Yeah. I can do this. HIT THE DECK!" he triggers the block and hurls it through the doorway, aiming over the black creature to land it behind the black creature there, and then moving out of the line of fire of the explosion, pressing himself against the wall and taking out his pistol, grinning wildly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 01:40:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Locke has caught the Dead Boy thrusted in his direction, but pushed him asside once the noises started again.&nbsp; Seeing the creature move towards them, then the cyber knight move forward to engage in in close combat, then the crazy toss a fusion block out the door, the only thought on his mind besides taking cover: he needed to get outside and cut loose.&nbsp; These tight conners were hampering his style.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 11:15:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stessanna smoothly propells her hovercycle back, away from the door, then dips it to put more of the cold steel between herself and the explosion.&nbsp; If it's not too late...&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 18:38:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Rolling for initiative from beggining, to take all monsters into account:<br>Stess:Roll 1: 17.+1<br>Locke:Roll 2: 10.+2<br>Francis:Roll 3: 3.+4<br>Misery:Roll 4: 9.<br>Joseph:Roll 5: 20.+2<br>Wounded monster:Roll 6: 17.+3<br>Monster 2:Roll 7: 15.+3<br>Monster 3:Roll 8: 4.+3<br>Monster 4:Roll 9: 5.+3<br>Monster 5:Roll 10: 17.+3<br>Monster 6:Roll 11: 9.+3<br><br>There's still more creatures coming from outside the bunker, though only as fast as the opening allows.<br>Joseph sets his eyes on one particular spot between the floating monsters, taps the fusion block's buttons and hurls it with a wide swing of his hand.<br><br>Roll 1: 3.x10 feet, so he can hurl it up to 30 feet, which is ok.<br>The fusion block deals a whooping 4d6x10 (Roll 1: 5, 2, 3, 3 = 13.) 130 damage. <br><br>From out the fusion block, a powerful physical reaction brings out a powerful explosion. The sound of the explosion resounds powerfully inside the bunker, leaving everybody momentarily deaf. Stessana's cycle gets blown back, even with all it's bulk. Pieces of the monsters bodies... Ugly gobs of flesh fly around in all directions, splattering on walls, armour, and everywhere.<br>The fusion block exploded right outside the doorway, tearing the monsters inside bunker apart, including the wounded one that was approaching Harrison. The juicer had enough reflexes to jump back, feeling the force of the explosion like a gust of sudden wind. Everything else that stood near the doorway was surely anihilated as well. The doorway itself is crumbling. Miracle, but everybody inside is unscathed.<br>Outside, no other explosions can be heard, nor any combat be seen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 19:25:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked over at the crazy then gave a big smile.&nbsp; "Do it again!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 23:14:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				" Psh. We must know when enough is enough. And that was &lt;I&gt;just short of enough. Now, let's see if that finished them off..." He grins, and runs forward, carefully checking to either side, then spring back away from the doorway, checking quickly enough to ascertain if there's any more outside, without making himself too open a target. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 04:53:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Coughing from the dust and smoke of the blast, Mizrel climbs to her feet, brushing her robes off. Still invisible, she snarls, "Maybe you could drop it at our feet next time. That blast won't be unnoticed, so we move out now! Before reinforcements come and this 'building' collapses." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 10:56:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Righting her cycle, Stessana pulls out in front of the door and calls out, "Anyone need a ride?"&nbsp; <br><br>Pausing only a moment to allow anyone who needs to to hop up behind her, the cyber-knight sheathes her laser pistol and hurtles throug the door on her hovercycle, psi-sword poised to cut down any wriggling alien thigamwhatsies that get in her way.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 15:44:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Locke readied his rifle and waited for a clear path to leave the building while he longed for the harden soilders from his training to be here by his side instead of this mad group.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 16:13:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The juicer heflies his rail gun then proceeds to follow the magician type out of the opening.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>19-03-2006, 00:22:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				They warily go outside, stepping over the monsters grisly remains.<br>Dust and smoke covers the battlefield, dry steppe hills now even more dry with even the few low plants burned and destroyed. Black shapes lying around them were Deadboys, now indeed dead. Many of the armoured corpsed beared the mark of sorcery, damaged by acid, burst open by claws, burned.<br>No monster was in sight, and silent, dead landscape stretched in all directions.<br>The corpses were only Deadboys, as well as few furry shapes of Dogboys, but no fighters from Tolkeen.<br>Only living soldier was the one with them, walking out of the bunker last, terribly weak from something, barely able to keep on his legs. "God..." He chortled from under his helmet. "Everybody dead... Damn the demons..." He seemed to gaze at Mizrel with more hate than others.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>19-03-2006, 02:42:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				" I just love when I watch people bite off more than they can chew. And if you keep on giving my good friend here the evil eye, I fully intend to demonstrate that little principle." He grins.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>19-03-2006, 04:08:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Realizing she was visible now, Mizrel tosses her head, her hair flowing down her back in a snowy glossy wave. "It looks like the black Deadboy bastards got exactly what they deserved. Idiots", she glances at the only living (for now) Deadboy and smiles. "We magical folk didn't start this war human, but by Spider Queen's Fangs, we will finish it."<br><br>&nbsp;Finished speaking to the soldier, she struts off, pausing to examine a corpse for it's gear. Maybe some of the weapons were salvagable. To her crazy bodyguard, "Take a look and see what's around us. How far past is the battle and can you see any troops in any direction? Living troops. Dead ones mean nothing right now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>19-03-2006, 22:38:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Everybody can see how smoke is thickest, and thus newest to the north of where the groups stands.<br>It seems there last part of the battle had Coalition forces get trough the hills towards baronies of Tolkeen, but in what condition it's hard to tell. Surely they took huge loses from what could be seen. On a hill not far away, a Spiderskull walkes lied with broken 'legs', sorrounded by dead infartry. There were also non Coaliton fighters fallen in this skirmish. A bit away from the Deadboys, local guerillas lied full of holes, blood soaking their camouflage cloaks and shoddy armour. Few of them were not human, but high elven, with pointy ears and long white hair. All dead now.<br><br>Rolling for 'detect concealment':<br>Locke:Roll 1: 68.<br>Harrison:Roll 2: 1.<br><br>The Juicer was still in his hyper-psyched combat mood, and he alone noticed how the battlefield is not completely empty. Far away from the group, but the floaters were still moving around, and it looked like they were flying from one body to another.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>20-03-2006, 02:00:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The juicer pauses to loot a few bodies, hoping to come up with some fusion blocks and maybe a plasma cannon or two.&nbsp; He looks over at the cyber knight.&nbsp; "Can you mount or at least carry this rail gun on your 'cycle?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>20-03-2006, 14:01:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<i>OOC: Can I?&nbsp; It's the coalition hovercycle from the core book repainted.</i>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>20-03-2006, 14:48:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>ooc:you can easily carry it on the cycle. Mounting would require a days work, tools and skills.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>20-03-2006, 22:19:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Locke failed to notice the scattered bits of useful equipment, but his thoughts were else where.<br>"Was this you're platoone?"&nbsp; He asked the soldier as his eyes scanned the area.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>20-03-2006, 23:56:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's our platoon all right. All dead. There's our sarge..." The Deadboy's armoured hand pointed at the gored remains of a soldier that had a different helmet than others. "And i'm soon going to be joining them. I'm not feeling alive at all, i got venom in me. Those things you magicians released, they bit me before i got to that hole... Say, who's side you're on anyway? The fairies were trying to kill you too..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>21-03-2006, 03:21:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Mizrel frowned, chewing on her lip for a moment as she searched the bodies. The Deadboy's words didn't install any confidence in her situation. Standing, she turned to him, hands on hips. The posture unconciously drawing her robes tight across her breasts and hips. "You were not running when you came into our hiding place, human." She sneers, loading the name 'human' with venom and loathing. "You also deserve this fate since your foolish nation chose to go to war with a peaceful nation over some foolish ideas. I am on my side, so you can die as far as I'm concerned. <em>How</em> you die is up to you." She pauses for a moment in indecision, then goes forward. "The monsters were speaking in Fairy. A language I understand. You, CorpseBoy, were not it's target. I was. They were looking for me.." <br><br>&nbsp;It galled her to tell them&nbsp; this, but if her as yet unknown enemies could send that many other dimensional beings after her, she would need all of the help she could get in staying alive.&nbsp; So it was better that they knew what the target was. Some of them looked like the type to help a lone female. Which was all for the better to Mizrel.<br><br>&nbsp;(( OOC, Did she find any usable weapons or gear? ))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>21-03-2006, 03:34:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4161.msg149149#msg149149">Quote from: Zakharra on 21-03-2006, 03:21:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;(( OOC, Did she find any usable weapons or gear? ))<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>((OOC, waiting on that info myself))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>21-03-2006, 22:23:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC: As far as gear goes, you can get at least 12 C-12 rifles and similar number of C-18 pistols. Deadboys have food rations with them, collected will last a single person for 15 days. Vibro-knives, medical supplies and simple field equipment like shovels is also not a problem to find. As for the more interesting stuff, one of the Deadboy's had 4 mark 1 fusion blocks with him, and one had a CR-1 rocket launcher which he didn't manage to fire before something killed him. The tolkeen fighters use the same weapons as Deadboys, and have very little other gear. One of them has a notepad covered by ciphered writing and occult symbols, unintelligible at first glance, but Mizrel recognizes the symbols as Shifter's stuff.)<br><br>The Deadboy was chortling and coughing under his armour, eventually he took the skull-helmet off and revealed a pale, unshaven face with wide eyes. "Darn, blame the emperor not me. I'm done for, and i enlisted cause they said it's for defense. There was no talk of this place being a peaceful kingdom at all, and uh... I still can't see it..." From soldier's looks, it could easily be learned he is very sick. Stumbling from one rock to another, he spat some dirty goo from his mouth. Unwell enough not to notice that from behind one of the rocks, a bloated black shape rose and waved it's stumps in his direction...<br><br>There was also somebody else who saw the monster. A lone traveller, huddling down behind a hill, trying to to attract the monster's attention, cursed how he stumbled straight into this daemons. With Coalition forces, he'd at least have a chance to talk his way trough, but here not. And now he got a clear view of one of them, rising into the sky, black skin glistening in the sun. It wasn't going after him, but somebody behind a rock.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 00:47:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The crazy quietly raises one hand. " I could make it quick. I've got no idea how to treat poisons, and unless any of us do... Those fae things can put together some terribly, terribly nasty things."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 01:01:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Two shots rang out across the now-silent battlefield; or, well, they would, only lasers make no sound. Only twin beams of light that zip right past the group, heading for the monster which descends upon them.<br><br>The man in the black cowboy hat and duster keeps his face a calm mask as he rises up from behind his massive horse, both of the sleek wilk's energy pistols in his hands and fired with a speed even a juicer would envy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 01:09:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				" OH DEAR GOD, IT'S YOU! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!<br><br>Who the hell are you?" The Crazy has not yet noticed the odor of burnt monster, spinning around to face the newcomer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 01:35:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mizrel tosses her head back, strands of her hair blowing in the wind. "It <em>was</em> a peaceful realm until you and yours attacked it. Thanks to your Emperor, there is war and it'll not end until your nation is shattered and cast down into ruin. So go cry somewhere else, human." Saying that, the dark elven woman took a pistol and several clips of ammunition&nbsp; and medkitsfrom several corpses. Those she placed in a pouch at her waist. <br><br>&nbsp;Th hiss and flash of the lasers brought her around in a crouch. Her pistol raising up and herself chanting a spell of masking to make herself invisible. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 04:16:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Freed of the burden (is 400 pounds a burden?), the juicer snags the rocket launcher and any fusion blocks that he finds.&nbsp; He also grabs a rucksack full of rations, why pass up food when it's just lying around?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 17:05:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shuffling around some of her personal belongings to make room for the rail cannon, Stessana momentarily missed the many-tentacled DB 'til the man with the hat had already vaporised it.&nbsp; The blonde shot him a smile and called, "Nice shootin' Tex," but frowned to realize her obscure pre-rifts refrences would probably be lost.&nbsp; <br><br>She gathered together another med kit and worked up a cocktail of antitoxins, then offered the hypo to the deadboy soldier, "I don't know if this will help you or kill you faster, but it's all I can offer, unless you ask for a quick death."&nbsp; The tall, muscled woman offered her hand to the Deadboy, "What's your name, soldier?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 20:31:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Shooting two times:<br>Roll 1: 4. hit<br>Roll 2: 16. hit<br>It can't dodge cause it didn't see it coming.<br>Mega Damage:Roll 1: 5, 4, 3, 3, 5, 3, 5, 3, 5, 2, 3, 1 = 42.<br>Stessana's paramedic skill roll:Roll 1: 3. succes.<br><br><br>The two red laser blasts tear into the levitating monster and leave two huge smoking holes in it's torso. It screams with a multitude of high-pitched voices and awkwardly hovers towards the ground, like a baloon losing air. Stessana gone to the soldier and administered what she hoped will purge his organism out of venom and poison. He smiled strangely at the hypo and for a moment fumbled looking for an unarmoured place to put it in. "My name is Gralls, private Rowan Gralls." He unsnapped his armoured gauntlet and injected himself.<br>For a moment he widened his eyeballs, not of pain but at the signt of Mizrel turning invisible.<br>"Burns like acid..." He said. "But i don't feel like dying, hope... Watch out!" The soldier cried and ducked to the ground with the syringe still buried in his arm. The monster that floated to the ground like a flabby balloon was not done for yet, and furiously lashed out at the nearest person. Stessana was faced with a blast of sorcerous fire, appearing out of thin air and roaring towards her.<br><br>Mizrel's expended PPE:6<br>Stessana's dodge:Roll 1: 1. failed.<br>Damage:Roll 1: 2, 1, 3, 1 = 7.<br><br>The fire hit the pauldron of her armour, exploding in a bright ball of flame but not harming her.<br>At the moment both Joseph and Francis were ready to shoot the monster, and it knew it's hateful life is ending. It's maws sent a hysteric, rooster-like call ringing across the battlefield, echoing around the rock formations and provoking many answers from all possible directions.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 21:01:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man dubbed "Tex" by the blonde gave no reply just yet. He did, however, begin walking forward as a mere split second later he squeezed the trigger on both energy pistols, sending twin bursts at the monster once more. <br><br><em>That should do the job...</em> He thinks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>24-03-2006, 21:02:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Inititative for this fight:<br>Joseph:Roll 1: 11+2=13<br>Francis:Roll 2: 4+4=8<br>Locke:Roll 3: 7+2=9<br>Jacques:Roll 4: 18+11=29<br>Stess:Roll 5: 8+1=9<br>Mizrel:Roll 6: 3.<br>Black Fairy:Roll 6: 3+3=6<br>Other BF, one roll for all:Roll 7: 15+3=18<br>Shooting:<br>Roll 1: 1.+7<br>Roll 2: 13.+7<br>Both hit, monster tries to dodge now:<br>Roll 1: 1.+8<br>Roll 2: 18.+8<br>Both dodged.<br><br>And it would seem so, as the bloated Black Fairy seems to be downed and helpless on the ground, but at the very last moment it launches it self and buzzes out of the way of the shots. Both lasers simply fry holes in sand and the beast itself whips it's tentacle to cast a spell.<br>Other beasts, six of them, approach you from all sides, wisely trying to keep separated, not any stupider than humans would be.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>25-03-2006, 14:29:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"These things are like roaches," Stessana gasped, pulling the injured deadboy behind her and bringing her hand and a half psi-sword to bare in both hands.&nbsp; "Stay behind me," she ordered the soldier, then picked a target to charge and, putting her round shoulders and twisting her feminine hips iwth the blow, she leapt up to slash down and across with her psi-sword.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>25-03-2006, 17:01:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling grimly, the man spins around, resting his proverbial crosshairs on the monster that approached their six o'clock. He fires away, feet moving the whole while; he wasn't going to give the creature a stationary target. <br><br>"Concentrate your fire! Two to a target at the least! We can win this!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2006, 01:39:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Throwing the loud human a invisible glare, Mizrel points her fingers at the wounded Black Blob, whispering a chant as she cast Fire Bolt at the thing. Better to kill the wounded now than have it around later to cause her any problems. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>26-03-2006, 01:47:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Juicer boy drops to one knee then aims carefully before firing the rocket launcher into the middle one of the group.&nbsp; ((I forget, how much ammo does this thing hold anyways?))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>26-03-2006, 20:43:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Jacques shoots:<br>Roll 1: 8.<br>Roll 2: 14.<br>Roll 3: 15.<br>Roll 4: 12.<br>Roll 5: 19.<br>Fairy tries to dodge:<br>Roll 1: 15. dodged<br>Roll 2: 9.<br>Roll 3: 9.<br>Roll 4: 13. dodged<br>Damage:<br>Roll 1: 3, 2, 2, 1, 2, 1 = 11.<br>Roll 2: 3, 6, 6, 5, 1, 3 = 24.<br>Roll 3: 2, 3, 1, 2, 4, 3 = 15.<br>Fire bolt:<br>Roll 1: 18+4=22.<br>Jacques dodges:<br>Roll 1: 5+9=14.<br>Damage from the bolt:Roll 1: 6, 4, 6, 6 = 22.<br>Feel free to let me know what abilities you're using to dimnish it, if you can.<br>Stess attacks:<br>Roll 1: 6.<br>Roll 2: 4.<br>Roll 3: 20. critical<br>Fairy dodges:<br>Roll 1: 19. dodged<br>Roll 2: 10. dodged<br>Roll 3: 4.<br>Damage:<br>Roll 1: 4+17x2=42 (It's clearly stated that the psi-sword doesn't get a P.S. bonus to damage, but i'm house-ruling it. Otherwise the scene would be completely absurd, with Stess charging up and *pricking* the monster with her *tingly* energy weapon. I don't buy the idea of psi-swords being immaterial, why would knights create them to derive no help from physical strength if they use cybernetic augumentation?)<br>Zakharra fires a fire bolt(one? you can fire two per round, powergame!):<br>Roll 1: 3.<br>Dodge:Roll 1: 1.<br>Damage:Roll 1: 2, 5, 4, 5 = 16.<br>Rocket launching:Roll 1: 17+5+3=25<br>Three fairies try to dodge:<br>Roll 1: 16. dodged<br>Roll 2: 13.<br>Roll 3: 15.<br>Damage for the two:<br>Roll 1: 3x10=30<br>Roll 2: 6x10=60<br><br>(Soulsemmer, do you have normal e-clips or long? If normal you're out of ammo)<br>In a flurry, Jacques spun and targetted the lone fairy that was coming from behind. It was not only fast, but also graceful and elegant. Two powerful lasers flashed and covered the monster with seething smoke and steam. Way more resilent than a mortal, it still gone forward, multiple mouth chanting spells.&nbsp; Second later the psi-slinger got a roaring fire-bolt hurled at him.<br>Black fairies were approaching scattered, trying to avoid more blast weapons. When one of them floated closer than others, the cyber-knight Stessana thrusted her grav-bike forward and let a gleaming sword of psionic energy slide from her palm. The powerful cut severs the beasts stumpy tentacle, which still writhes on the sand.<br>There's only one mini-missile in the launcher, the weapon needs to be reloaded after every shot. The current projectile is colour-coded with bright yellow, which the Juicer knows to mean plasma.<br>Three more fairies float close enough to each other to be caught in the hissing white-hot explosion, though only two of them are close enough to be injured. They're all alive though, not thwarted easily by human weaponry.<br>(I'll continue with others fairies actions soon, Joseph and Locke are still free to act. I'll take control of them if Siegfred and Ajoxer are busy)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2006, 22:15:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;(( would fire two))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>26-03-2006, 22:36:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After taking his shot, Francis tosses away the rocket launcher then grabs a C-12 and begins blazing away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>27-03-2006, 01:45:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(( Could've frigging sworn I'd posted this... Damn thing...)) Joseph grins and unleashes a fusillade of laser blasts at the Fairy closest to Mizrel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>27-03-2006, 20:27:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Second firebolt:Roll 1: 20.<br>Dodge:Roll 1: 7. failed<br>Firebolt damage:Roll 1: 4, 4, 5, 1 = 14.<br>Joseph fires at the same fairy:<br>Roll 1: 1+4=5<br>Roll 2: 15+4=19<br>Roll 3: 7+4=11<br>Roll 4: 11+4=15<br>It has two dodges left:<br>Roll 1: 4+8=12 dodged<br>Roll 2: 19+8=27 dodged<br>Damage:Roll 1: 2, 6, 2, 1, 4, 2, 2, 3 = 22.<br>It'd dead.<br><br>After the first fiery bolt, invisible dark elf sends another one, further burninating the creature near them.<br>It's writhing in pain and agony as big parts of it's body are turned to ashes. Red rays from Joseph's rifle make it stop writhing, burning it away to just a smoldering heap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 13:10:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph turns, choosing another one close to Mizrel, and shoots it viciously, laughing wildly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 13:56:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(The clips are long, o' omnipotent one.)<br><br>Focusing on the one approaching, the 'Slinger continues his precise, careful bursts from the twin pistols. <br><br><em>So many...</em> he thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 23:45:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Fairies attack. Three of them just got very angry at Francis and one is in close combat with Stess.<br>Two approach from the back. Locke will fire at the most damaged one.<br>(bonuses already added in roll)<br>Locke:<br>Roll 1: 14.<br>Roll 2: 15.<br>Roll 3: 4.<br>Fairy dodges:<br>Roll 1: 18.<br>Roll 2: 22.<br>Roll 3: 24.<br>Dodged all.<br>Two fairies cast fire bolt at Francis, one casts agony at him. One fairy casts blind at Stess, one casts fire bolt at Joseph, one casts agony at Jacques.<br>Firebolts:<br>Roll 1: 12.<br>Roll 2: 16.<br>Dodges:<br>Roll 1: 12.<br>Roll 2: 17. dodged.<br>MDC:Roll 1: 4, 2, 3, 6 = 15.<br>Agony saving throw:<br>Roll 1: 10. failed.<br>Francis is writhing in pain for 4 turns, -1 to rolls for next 4.<br>Blind saving throw for Stessana:<br>Roll 1: 19. succes<br>Fire bolt at Joseph:<br>Roll 1: 7.<br>MDC:Roll 1: 3, 6, 1, 4 = 14.<br>Agony at Jacques:<br>Roll 1: 13. succes.<br><br>Description will be tommorow, sorry for slogging with this one, damn late here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 03:53:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He keeps shooting, slightly distracted by the sudden increase in painkillers in his system.&nbsp; ^_^
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 14:32:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Don't know how to describe since I'm not sure how these guys are meleeing.&nbsp; Continuing with the bastard-swordesque fencing.)&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 14:53:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Black fairy's are floating towards their intended prey with the speed of a quickly walking human. At one moment their stubby limbs make arcane gestures and unleash magical attacks. Fire bolts hiss trough the air and hiss as they evaporate on the near-invunerable armour. Sulphurous smoke rises to the sky, spreading the toxic smell that melting hi-tech alloys creates. Other than the spells of fire, there is other sorcery being used.<br>The juicer suddenly feels a wave of warm air wash over him, then his bio-comp informs him that very heavy pain is being supressed in his body. Once more sorcery slides off technology like a sword from a shield.<br>The monsters realize their enemies will not yield easily, but they are not of the kind that surrenders. But they're intelligent... They use magic... They even talk.<br>"Give us the dark elf named Misery and we'll let the rest go." One of them speaks, his voice is as clear as a humans, but obviously artificial, created by magic.<br>edit:<br>(It's true that juicer's are immune to pain, just checked it today. The fairy didn't know that, though.<br>Cyber-knights likely use whatever kind of fencing they find appropriate for the shape of blade they create. Bastard sword makes as much sense as rapiers, eastern blades or anything else. Of course with the exception that psi-swords are practically weightless, so much faster.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 15:00:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Long-ranging with these bastards seems to be a bit rough, so Joseph slings the laser rifle back over his shoulder, hefts the vibroclaw, and goes to butcher one of the Black Fairies. " You're mental, pal!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 15:35:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mizrel's invisible eyes narrow as the black ooze beings speak and she blasts the nearest one with her firey magic several times. "I'm NOT coming with you, ilblith! I'd rather be dead first!" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 18:40:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacques wouldn't say anything else; these creatures had proven their intent, and they radiated evil as surely as a wet dog-boy smelled to high heaven.<br><br>And so, all he could do... was shoot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>01-04-2006, 21:16:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>I'm assuming ranged combat is concentrated on one fairy while Joseph goes to assist Stessana. If you want it other way, it's your decision.<br>Joseph's attacks in h-t-h:<br>Roll 1: 14.<br>Roll 2: 15.<br>Roll 3: 23.<br>Roll 4: 7.<br>Fairy parries:<br>Roll 1: 15. parried<br>Roll 2: 10.<br>Roll 3: 20.<br>Roll 4: 23. parried<br>Damage:<br>Roll 1: 1, 6, 6, 4 = 17.<br>Zakharra's two firebolts(14 PPE expended):<br>Roll 1: 8.<br>Roll 2: 11.<br>Fairies dodges:<br>Roll 1: 12. dodged<br>Roll 2: 25. dodged<br>Jacques shoots:<br>Roll 1: 9.<br>Roll 2: 8.<br>Roll 3: 8.<br>Roll 4: 22.<br>Roll 5: 9.<br>Roll 6: 13.<br>Fairy has two dodges left:<br>Roll 1: 19. dodged<br>Roll 2: 27. dodged<br>Damage:<br>Roll 1: 3, 4, 4, 3, 4, 2 = 20. Roll 2: 3, 6, 5, 4, 6, 1 = 25. Roll 3: 5, 1, 4, 3, 4, 3 = 20. Roll 4: 2, 5, 1, 3, 3, 5 = 19. total is 84:<br>Francis shoots:<br>Roll 1: 7.<br>Roll 2: 21.<br>Roll 3: 19.<br>Roll 4: 14.<br>Roll 5: 16.<br>Roll 6: 9.<br>Roll 7: 20.<br>No dodges left, damage:<br>Roll 1: 3, 3, 3, 1 = 10.Roll 2: 4, 4, 4, 5 = 17.Roll 3: 2, 2, 6, 5 = 15.Roll 4: 5, 3, 6, 3 = 17.<br>Roll 5: 3, 6, 1, 4 = 14.Roll 6: 1, 6, 4, 2 = 13.Roll 7: 5, 3, 6, 1 = 15. total is 101.<br>Fairy down, 4 remain to shoot, 1 in h-t-h.<br><br>Joseph slings his rifle over his shoulder and springs towards the enemy with dazzling speed. His claw meets the monsters stubby tentacles and slashes bleeding wound in them. Behind his head, Harrison and Jacques unload their ammunition into another of the monsters.&nbsp; Sand flies aroun the Juicer when his body shakes at the weapon's recoil. The slinger stands calmly with extended guns and fires well aimed twin blasts. Mizrel's chanting can be heard and also magical firebolts hit the enemy. First monster simply gets torn to bits by the shootin. It also gives out a cry of agony before dying.<br><br><br>Hunter, you're armour is already destroyed, i calculated it was actually bought precisely to 0 MDC.<br>You're just wearing a lot of holes at the moment, it doesn't offer any more protection and won't be cheap to repair.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>04-04-2006, 14:07:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slicing at the flailing tentacles, Stess quips, "Why must it always be damsels in distress?"&nbsp; <br><br>Shrugging as she leapt back from another attack, she moved back in with a lunge to the critter''s body, then switched back to "parrying" by slicing at the flailing limbs.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>04-04-2006, 17:44:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" I think that's because the men are usually slaughtered when captured." says Joseph, grinning as he goes in close at the creature harrying her, shredding it viciously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>04-04-2006, 20:26:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*granting that he's oblivious to the state of his armor*<br>Francis switches rifles as needed and keeps shooting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>05-04-2006, 03:40:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;With the closest Fairy's death, Mizrel quickly moves to a different position and blasts the nearest one with her magic. She couldn 't run since there were too many so far. Maybe when their numbers were lower she could convince the cyber-knight to take her off for a bit. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>05-04-2006, 04:03:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the one he'd been shooting fell, the slinger twirls his dual pistols and slides them home in their holsters with a flourish all too natural to him. Swinging upon the back of his horse, he reigns the mighty beast back and turns quickly.<br><br>"Ladies and gentlemen! If it would behoove you, this would make an opportune moment to make haste and, as they used to say back in the day.... get the hell out of dodge!"<br><br>The horse moved to and fro quickly, seeming ready to burst into a gallop at any moment.<br><br>"If one of you requires, there is a spot upon the back of my oh-so-fine steed here. I wouldn't want y'all's death heavy on my conscience."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>05-04-2006, 04:11:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mizrel's eyes snap to the man. "Sounds like a plan. How many can you carry on that thing?" She asks, dropping her invisibility.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>05-04-2006, 07:07:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As I have said, there is room for one more. I would be happy to escort a lady of your refinement. I am sure the gentlemen and our muscle-bound blonde beauty there are more than capable of defendin' themselves."<br><br>The horse stops its prancing for a moment, and the man in black extends a hand to the dark elf woman to help her upon the horse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>05-04-2006, 10:11:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph looks towards the man. " Hah! You're not going to get my employer out of my sight." He continues working away at the Black Fairy, but if the fellow should be taking off with Mizriel, he'll be right after them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>05-04-2006, 14:39:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Joseph melees:<br>Roll 1: 8.<br>Roll 2: 8.<br>Roll 3: 10.<br>Roll 4: 14.<br>Fairy parries:<br>Roll 1: 19. parried<br>Roll 2: 20. parried<br>Roll 3: 7.<br>Roll 4: 7.<br>Damage:<br>Roll 1: 5, 4, 6, 1 = 16+14=30<br>Stessana melees:<br>Roll 1: 10.<br>Roll 2: 16.<br>Roll 3: 17.<br>Roll 4: 25.<br>Fairy parries:<br>Roll 1: 18. parried<br>Roll 2: 21. parried<br>Roll 3: 14.<br>Roll 4: 19.<br>Damage:Roll 1: 6, 2 = 8+17=25.<br>Francis shoots(1 saved for dodge):<br>Roll 1: 10.<br>Roll 2: 11.<br>Roll 3: 6.<br>Roll 4: 7.<br>Roll 5: 11.<br>Roll 6: 24.<br>Fairy dodges:<br>Roll 1: 28. dodged<br>Roll 2: 16. dodged<br>Roll 3: 15. dodged<br>Roll 4: 25. dodged<br>Damage:Roll 1: 1, 1, 4, 5, 1, 3, 6, 3 = 24.<br>Two firebolts(14 PPE):<br>Roll 1: 6.<br>Roll 2: 13.<br>No dodges left, Damage:<br>Roll 1: 1, 4, 2, 1, 6, 4, 6, 2 = 26.<br>Fairy fights back in melee, two attacks at Joseph and two and Stessana:<br>Roll 1: 7.<br>Roll 2: 7.<br>Roll 3: 9.<br>Roll 4: 11.<br>Joseph parries:<br>Roll 1: 10. parried<br>Roll 2: 13. parried<br>Stess parries:<br>Roll 1: 16. parried<br>Roll 2: 23. parried<br>A fairy casts 'agony' on Mizrel, saving throw:<br>Roll 1: 14. Success, by a whisker though.<br>Another fairy casts firebolt at Mizrel:<br>Roll 1: 6.<br>Mizrel dodges:Roll 1: 19.<br><br><br>Stessana and Joseph attack the beast from both sides. It pushes blows away with it's rock-hard tentacles, but to little avail. The cyber-knight stands on wide legs and hack away another tentacle, while the nimble Crazy buries his razor sharp claw in the things stomach. The being chortles and tries to strike back, but it's barbed appendages are slow enough for both agile warriors to evade. The Juicer unloads his rail-gun at the other fairies, not minding that his suit of armour is just smoking scrap right now. The fairies do not care for him, though. The moment Mizrel stops being invisible, they all concentrate at her. She feels powerful pain magic being used at her, but concentrates and resists the energies. The next second she has to jump away from the way of a firebolt. She vaults straight to where the slinger and his horse is, nimbly jumping on the mechanical mount. The same time, Locke and the poisoned Deadboy are already making their way trough rocks, using the fact that they're not sorrounded anymore. "Dark elf... Mizrel! Mizrel Zhuval!" Shouts one of the fairies with all of it's mouths. "Not get away!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>05-04-2006, 15:40:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Landing on the horse, Mizrel grunts. The impact hurting her thighs and hips as her weight preses her flesh against the metal mount. She&nbsp; grabs for a handhold then fires another firebolt at the nearest flying blob. "Joseph! We're leaving now!"<br><br>&nbsp;To the unknown gunslinger she says, "Move in a circle, so the others can fire on them while I stay out of their range and tentacles." Then&nbsp; fire s another bolt. This fight was draining her magical abilities fast, but it was either use her powers of die, and she had no intention of dying.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>05-04-2006, 17:45:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the woman takes her seat upon the horse, she would find it not as hard as she quite expected, due to the synthetic hide that covered it's entire body, and for all appearances, the animal was very real.<br><br>So he grabs onto the arm that latches around his waist and offers her a brief tip of his hat, speaking in that slight southern drawl of his.<br><br>"Madame, I am afraid that I cannot oblige your request at this time. If you like, you will have to be angry with me later, for I fear that discretion may be how this battle is won. Now hold on tight and keep that pretty head down."<br><br>The steed wheeled around quickly, the slinger taking only a moment to glance to the others with a small frown as they continued to battle on. The horse would dash outside of the semi-circle the creatures created, and then around to do a half circle as he shouted. <br><br>"Come on, you misbred, sorry excuses for squids! Come on! Hyah, giddyap!"<br><br>Though the command was unnessecary, the horse nonetheless suddenly dashed off, moving unnaturally fast away from the fight, and hopefully trailing a good number of monsters along with it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>05-04-2006, 22:00:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph grins, and takes a last shot at the creature before tensing up, and running at his full speed, fast as he can, legs pounding as he follows the horse. He takes out his laser pistol, and may occasionally take pot shots at the creatures following, mostly wild, but working mostly to keep Mizrel in his sight- He's not letting some cowboy get away with his employer again!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>05-04-2006, 22:51:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*apparently I'm on the back of the hovercycle now*&nbsp; &nbsp;???
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>06-04-2006, 00:00:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(ooc: Zakharra, you have 13 PPE left, a single bolt costs 7. Hunter, you can jump on the hover-cycle and hang on. Joseph, you'll have it hard being as fast as the horse, but fast enough to run away from the monsters. My post tommorow.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>06-04-2006, 01:06:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4161.msg158003#msg158003">Quote from: Celestial Goblin on 06-04-2006, 00:00:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(ooc: Zakharra, you have 13 PPE left, a single bolt costs 7. Hunter, you can jump on the hover-cycle and hang on. Joseph, you'll have it hard being as fast as the horse, but fast enough to run away from the monsters. My post tommorow.)<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>((OOC: given that the rail gun is on the hovercycle, I guess so.&nbsp; &nbsp;:D))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>06-04-2006, 14:21:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Joseph shoots without aiming:<br>Roll 1: 23.<br>Roll 2: 12.<br>Fairy dodges:<br>Roll 1: 28. dodged<br>Roll 2: 27. dodged<br>Fire bolt:<br>Roll 1: 20.<br>Dodge:<br>Roll 1: 23. dodged<br><br>Muse, what kind of engine does your grav-cycle has? Just checking...<br>Both the horse and the cycle go at the same speed of 192km/h. Joseph runs at 14km/h. A black fairy can fly 96km/h, thus there's no way for the Crazy to outrun them on his own.<br><br><br>Mizrel clings to Jacques's mount, Francis huddles on Stessana's flying cycle. Joseph sprints after them but is soon out-disttanced&nbsp; and sees the remaining monsters gaining of him. When they see a chase, the fairies accelerate to a dazzling speed and jet trough the air like huge black locusts. Joseph's wild shots and Mizrel's magical bolt only hit the sand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>06-04-2006, 15:33:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Hey!" Mizrel shouts, thumping the unknown man on the shoulder. "You're leaving my bodyguard behind! I do not want him left behind. He's useful." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>06-04-2006, 16:17:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He seems more than capable, madame. I am certain that he will catch up to us. It is more important that, for the time being, we outrun your would-be captors, would you not agree?"<br><br>He flashes a grin at the dark elf over his shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>06-04-2006, 22:51:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Damn it all. Again, the cowboy gets away with my employer. Crap!" Joseph takes off at a perpendicular route, doing his best to keep from getting mauled by Black Fairies, seeing that he's not going to either catch the hovercycle or outrun the fairies- Best he can hope is they won't rip him open.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 15:23:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mizrel shot him a glare as she drew her pistol. "You are moving at many times faster than he can run. He's the only one running and he is my hired bodyguard. I may be a dark elf, but I'll be dammed if I let one who works for me be left behind when he can be saved. now turn this this around so I can pick the damned fairies off or I am getting off!" She stuck the muzzle of her lazer pistol into his back for emphasis, then turns and fires behind her at the pursusing Black Fairies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 16:11:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I certainly can -not- refuse the request of such a beautiful lady. Do hold on tightly now, madame." <br><br>And the horse slowed to a canter, making a semi-circle and finally halting. Relieving himself of the Dark Elf's grip, he dismounts and removes the rifle from the sling on the side of the horse. Laying the barrel across the beast's back, he begins to whistle softly as he peers through the scope, zoning in on the beasts coming closest to the straggler.<br><br>When he pulls the trigger, one might expect a mighty kick and loud report of a shell being fired... but instead, the rifle hardly moves, not a sound comign from the weapon as a trio of beams slice through the air toward their intended target.<br><br>(Using burst setting on the gun, CG. Going for the one nearest poor crazy-man there.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 16:37:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Jacques shoots:<br>Roll 1: 12.<br>Roll 2: 20.<br>Roll 3: 12.<br>Roll 4: 28.<br>Roll 5: 24.<br>Fairy tries to dodge:<br>Roll 1: 21. dodged<br>Roll 2: 17.<br>Roll 3: 18. dodged<br>Roll 4: 17.<br>Damage:Roll 1: 3, 5, 6 = 14 x 10. 140 MDC.<br><br>The horse breaks it's powerful gallop and turns around in a cloud of dust. The slinger jumps from the saddle, his coat billowing in the wind. Before them, the silver haired warrior is sprinting at top speed, making olympic leaps over rocks and crevices, pursued by three flying monsters waving their tentacles. Jacques sleek scoped rifle shoots a flurry of bright red bolts at the creature nearest to Joseph. It spins in the air as the laser cuts it's body to burning shreds. The two others split. One of them charges at Joseph, the other at Jacques.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 22:04:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph turns and brings out the rifle again, firing burst-style, grinning as he shoots at the creature, legs tensed to dodge any shots it may take.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 23:16:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>The fairy casts a firebolt:<br>Roll 1: 16.<br>Joseph dodges:<br>Roll 1: 27. dodged<br>Joseph fires:<br>Roll 1: 22.<br>Roll 2: 22.<br>Roll 3: 19.<br>Fairy does only one dodge:<br>Roll 1: 27. dodged<br>MDC:Roll 1: 1, 2, 4, 1, 3, 5, 5, 2 = 23.<br><br>The enemy ranks thin. Joseph turns around and blasts his creepy enemy with a laser ray. The fairy blows it's magical fire at him, but Joseph gracefully evades and continues firing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>08-04-2006, 00:46:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still whistling his little tune, and not having broken a note yet, the 'slinger turns his sights on the monster that began making it's way to him. He opens fire upon it, more of those beams slicing through the air. But some seem to intentionally miss the target, veering off to strike the one still chasing after the crazy.<br><br>(3 attacks on the one coming for me, two on the one going for Jo-Jo over there. That will empty this clip.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>08-04-2006, 04:03:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Bel'la dos." Mizrel says, swinging her leg over the horse so she was sitting side saddle. Raising a leg up, she props her pistol over her knee and aims. Waiting until the first Black Fairy was within range, then starts to shoot at it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>08-04-2006, 12:59:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph continues firing fast. " Damn, I want one of those guns..." He continues shooting at the black fairy nearest to him fast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>08-04-2006, 21:40:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stess uses the distraction of the fleeing dark elf to risk a lunge into the body of the squid-thing.&nbsp; If that doesn't kill it, she keeps on, praying that she can trust those who have her bike...&nbsp; Or at least that they won't burn her books! 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>08-04-2006, 23:40:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Fairy throws firebolt at Jacques:<br>Roll 1: 6.<br>MDC:Roll 1: 1, 1, 5, 5 = 12.<br>Fairy throws firebolt at Joseph:<br>Roll 2: 10.<br>MDC:Roll 2: 5, 4, 4, 6 = 19.<br>Mizrel's shots:<br>Roll 1: 23.<br>Roll 2: 18.<br>Roll 3: 5.<br>Roll 4: 6.<br>Fairy's dodges:<br>Roll 1: 13.<br>Roll 2: 22. dodged<br>Roll 3: 12. dodged<br>Roll 4: 27. dodged<br>MDC:Roll 1: 4, 1 = 5.<br>Stess lunges into h-t-h:<br>Roll 1: 11.<br>Roll 2: 26.<br>Roll 3: 17.<br>Roll 4: 10.<br>Fairy parries:<br>Roll 1: 12. parried<br>Roll 2: 17. <br>Roll 3: 18. parried<br>Roll 4: 6.<br>MDC:Roll 1: 4, 3 = 7 + 34 = 41.<br>Jacques shoots:<br>Roll 1: 9.<br>Roll 2: 11.<br>Roll 3: 26.<br>No dodges, damage:<br>Roll 1: 5, 2, 5 = 12=120.<br>Dead.<br>And the other:<br>Roll 1: 17.<br>Roll 2: 16.<br>Dodges:<br>Roll 1: 11.<br>Roll 2: 23. dodged<br>Damage:<br>Roll 1: 5=50.<br>Joseph shoots:<br>Roll 1: 24.<br>Roll 2: 11.<br>Roll 3: 19.<br>Roll 4: 19.<br>Dodges:<br>Roll 1: 25. dodged<br>Roll 2: 10.<br>Damage:<br>Roll 1: 4, 4, 6, 4, 1, 3, 3, 5, 3, 4, 2, 3 = 42.<br>Dead.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>08-04-2006, 23:57:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now that the fighting is over, Francis notices the condition of his armor.&nbsp; He sheds the shattered remains and begins searching for something else to wear, either oblivious of his nude form or his attention was so elsewhere that he didn't notice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>08-04-2006, 23:58:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now the cyberknight turns her bike around too, spinning at obscene speed back at the fairy.<br>Her glowing blade teared it as she flied by, at the same time laser bolts shred the air.<br>The already wounded fairy dodged out of the way of Mizrel's torrent of blasts, just to get cut by Jacques.<br>Joseph made holes in his enemy with a few of the slinger's shots in cross-fire.<br>Both creatures lied dead and at the moment, no others were showing up.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>08-04-2006, 23:59:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Deadboy armour was the only thing useful to the Juicer. The suits that could be scavenged were too tight and alredy full of holes, but possible to fit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 00:04:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Hah! Eat it, monster critters!" He laughs, and then looks at the gunslinger. " And where can I get one of those guns? So shiny..." he says, entranced.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 00:08:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a shrug, juicer boy collects a number of laser rifles (say 10) for the purpose of selling off to the black market in the future.&nbsp; &nbsp;IF he can find a decent set of armor, he'll take it but otherwise he'll just have to dangle like ... well like now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 01:38:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The 'slinger takes a moment to change the clips out of his weapons, answering the man's question.<br><br>"Wilk's-Remi line. This particular beauty is known as the Judgement Day... you can purchase it at any of your fine, respectable Wilk's retailers."<br><br>He grins slightly and hops back up onto the horse, in front of the dark elf. Turning to her a bit, he smiles charmingly.<br><br>"I trust you are well enough, madame? None the worse for wear?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 03:01:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mizrel stood up on the horse's back, holstering her pistol. She was opening her mouth to shout at her bodyguard, when the gun slinger spoke. The dark elven woman rests her hands on her hips and looks down at him.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"Xas, yes. I am fine. Looks like all of the black things are dead..." Then turns to her crazy, "I'll see if we can find you one when we have the chance." She says, slowly turning around to examine&nbsp; the landscape and see what was left of the battle field and the Coalition/Tolkeen forces. She hops off the horse. The skirt of her robes fluttering up to show most of her legs before she lands easily on the ground. <br><br>&nbsp;"So, where to now?" Mizrel mutters to know one in particular.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 03:10:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would suggest that no matter where we decide to go, it should be well away from here."<br><br>The man leads his horse a few steps around the dark elf, not circling her for any particular reason, really, as he look about at his other newfound "companions."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 03:14:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Hoof." Joseph stretches quietly. " The party never quite stops around you, does it, mistress?" He grins, quietly stretching to the side, holstering the numerous weapons again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 03:56:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She nods to Joseph.&nbsp; "For some reason it never does."&nbsp; Frowning faintly, Mizrel pads over to the nearest Black Fairy corpse , then stands there. Hands on hips as she looks down at it. Softly, "What did you want with me? And for who?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 06:36:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"While I do not claim to be an expert on creatures not from our world, by any means, I do believe these black faeries are servants of a higher, more powerful supernatural evil. Perhaps an intelligence in some manner of speaking."<br><br>The 'slinger trods his horse a few paces away from the group.<br><br>"We really should be moving before more of them come along."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 15:09:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The only set of armour Francis can call 'decent' is an officer's one, with threatening looking 'quills' adoring the helmet. It's heavily shot and burned, but has no actual puncture. The man inside has his face wracked by terrible pain that must have been so intense it killed him.<br><br>While in all directions, the dusty hilly wasteland looks the same, you have two obvious choices before you.<br>To the north are the baronnies of Tolkeen, quaint rural hamlets where use of magic supplements scarce ancient technology. At the moment it's likel the Coalition armies are in the process of subjugating the scattered farms and shires. To the south are the neutral villages that Coalition already scoured for magicians and their sympathizers.<br>The battle took place in literal middle of nowhere, and nearest settlement must be at least a day away.<br>Now everything is calm, but somewhere in the east, storm approaches. Quickly and suddenly. After the war began it's no longer possible to tell if a storm is a natural one or not...<br>Growing faster.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 15:16:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Son of a... We'd better get the hell out of here, guys. Where do we go?" He sighs, looking around, grimacing. " Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle with you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 19:52:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Running her hands thru her thick mane of hair, Mizrel turns to look at the others.&nbsp; "How will we all go? And... who the <em>Hells are</em> all of you? I know Joseph, because I hired him. The rest of you? Nau. I have no idea who you are. There was no time for proper greetings in the bunker."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 20:01:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drops of rain were falling slowly and in scantily. The sky was murmuring with thunder. And in the place all lighting bolts were hitting, a rift was opening. Mizrel, being the only one open to the flow of magic, could feel it. Others could only notice how all thunder is hitting one spot, just behind the horizon where higher mountains began.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 20:07:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Francis squeezes into the officer's armor but decides that he'd rather have the helmet that he had before.&nbsp; Coalition helmets are just ugly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 20:44:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Introductions may come later, madame. I would suggest going in the opposite direction of whatever -that- brings."<br><br>-That- of course, being the origin of the lightning strikes. The 'slinger's speech was halting, then, as he concentrated on the area. If there was a supernatural evil approaching, he would feel it before it was right on top of them, at least. Ah, the wonders of being psychic.<br><br>"I am certain that our friend there is the fastest upon foot. I may carry one other, and I imagine that the hovercycle may carry another as well. We will simply have to be sure not to outpace the poor fellow."<br><br>He was, naturally, speaking of the juicer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 21:07:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mizrel's eyes widen as she recognizes what the storm really is. "Lolth damn it all to the Hells! That's a Rift opening! We have to leave NOW!" Fear was strong in her voice as she runs to the horse and climbs up to take the place she'd had before. "Maybe one of the vehicals down in the battle field might be mobile still but whatever we do we have to go NOW!" She kept looking at where the Rift was opening, her hands nervously clenching. Unconciously bouncing on the horse in an effort to get moving. Her body moving pleasantly, if not for the dire circumstances that were happening. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>09-04-2006, 22:55:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And lucky Jacques, to be so close and privy to said bouncing. The 'slinger tips his hat and wheels the horse around.<br><br>"I was never one to refuse the request of a lady. Ladies and gentlemen, I believe this means it is time for us to depart from this place... with haste I might add."<br><br>Regardless of their ultimate destination, the current one was obvious... NOT in the direction of the Rift.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 22:13:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC:How do you travel? You can have two people on the horse and two on the hover-cycle. One will have to be the unlucky walking one.)<br><br>A shooting star fell down to earth, lightning cracked the sky. Again. And another shooting star, exploding in a white ball of sparks just a gunshot away from where they stood. Rift was opening, inter-dimensional gate that could lead to every world in existance. Every world that could be imagined. And things were able to pass a rift in both directions. All five 'adventurers', joined together by fate, made haste to get away from it.<br><br>Late night, they found themselves approaching a village. Nestled in a hilly valley, out of sight of those that would just scan the horizon, a small hamlet was nontheless there. Sheet metal windmills, chimney smoke and the sound of cattle herded back into their enclousure marked that it was not a dead place. There was no humans visible yet, as the entry to the valley had a wooden pallisade and a gate to protect it and no one was likely to venture out at night. The rift was now about two miles behind them in western direction. Storm stayed along with it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 22:21:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Being the unlucky walking one, Francis lopes alongside the vehicles.&nbsp; He keeps his eyes open as they travel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>11-04-2006, 05:27:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph rides along the hovercycle behind the cyberknight, looking around quietly, grimacing. " I hate Rifts. Scare the hell out of me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 03:02:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; As they slowed down, Mizrel leans over so she could look at the pallisade and gate. A frown coming over her face. The hours of riding had left her sore and she was holding on now mainly by her grip on the gunslinger's waist. Her torso pressed tightly against his back and her legs and hips against his. <br><br>&nbsp;"I need to get off before my legs forget how to walk." Looking at her 'companions', she asks, "Which one of you can yell loud? Or do you suggest that we go around this place?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 04:33:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"This may be a fine a place as any for you to rest your lovely behind, madame."<br><br>He chuckles softly and glances over his shoulder at the dark elf.<br><br>"However, we may wish to keep your visage hidden, 'lest we rouse the inhabitants of this hamlet into a panic."<br><br>Almost unconsciously he leans back into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 05:06:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She snorts softly. "Unless they are with Tolkeen, then we'd have to hide the Deadman over there."&nbsp; A tilt of her head to the sole surviving member of his DeadBoy patrol they had picked up. <br><br>&nbsp;Right now, all Mizrel wanted was a warm place to dry off in, hot food and a dry place to sleep. She was wet, tired, sore and irritable. For now, she ignores how her body is pressing against the&nbsp; gunslinger. Whatever his faults, and she was sure he had many, he was warm. So&nbsp; she hugs him tightly to her front. A shiver runnign thru her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 05:19:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Francis noted the behavior of the two, figuring that someone was going to get lucky tonight.&nbsp; Someone other than him, most likely.&nbsp; "I'll go check it out."&nbsp; He offered, then proceeded to do just that.&nbsp; He approached with a bit of caution but went nonethless.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 06:26:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The 'slinger smiles to himself as he feels the woman clinging tightly to his back. <br><br>This was the life. Adventure, beautiful women, crazy companions... if only there wasn't a war nipping at their heels.<br><br>He holds the reigns with one hand (they were for show anyway) and reaches one hand down, covering the elf's cold hands.<br><br>"Let's find a warm place to rest tonight. Seems you're a bit chilly, madame. Let's see what amenities we can conjure up for you tonight."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 07:12:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"A dry shelter, hot food, warm bed and time to sleep. I need to recharge my magic, unless you know where a leyline is." She looked like a wet bedraggled woman. Her white hair was snarled and soaked, as where her robes. A shiver ran thru her again as she follows Francis with her eyes. Hoping the people within where at least neutral to her and her companions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 07:22:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We will be certain to get you the rest you require. I am sure the rest of us could use a good nap, for our part. Except that one, maybe."<br><br>He motioned to the juicer who was... well... a juicer, then patted her hand gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 07:43:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Shivering harder, she only holds tighter onto him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 07:56:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why don't you move in front, madame, so that I can use my coat to keep both of us warm at the same time?"<br><br>He glances back at the woman, genuinely concerned for her well-being.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 09:23:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Just make sure that you remember to let her out of the handcuffs, eh?" calls Joseph over to the slinger, grinning quietly. He's probably in a slightly similar position with the cybernight...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 10:33:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Though she'd stoicly failed to mention it up to this point, the rain had very slowly leaked through the cyber-knight's helmet and mesh armor to soak the padding beneath.&nbsp; Her body ocaisionaly shook with the chill, and her nipples felt like ice.&nbsp; "Rifts," she groaned.&nbsp; "That was the first time I saw them.&nbsp; The fireworks were spectacular, but I think I'd prefer to observe the next one from ten miles away."&nbsp; <br><br>With that coment, she lifted her visor and looked back at the man behind her to smile.&nbsp; He was warm, like the cycle between her legs, who'se purring had a way of exciting her when she wasn't so miserable.&nbsp; <br><br>Stessana chuckled softly, "I do believe this is the closest I've gotten to a man whose name I didn't know, good sir," she snuggled back slightly against him as she pulled the cycle to a stop before the walls.&nbsp; <br><br>Finding the rain at last left behind, she looked around the hamlet.&nbsp; "This seems a cheerful place, surely someone will at least offer us the shelter of their barn."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 10:56:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Joseph." He steps off the cycle, looking around quietly. " Yeah, or a nice shallow grave." He smiles, cracking his knuckles, looking about. " Yeah, was a hell of a Rift. Thank god we didn't get hideously killed by some alien creature from beyond coming out of it." He quietly walks around, stretching a bit, his odd silver hair rustling quietly as he walks back and forth quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 11:01:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cyberknight swings down from her hovercycle and pulls off her helmet, letting long, wavy, barely collored hair spill free.&nbsp; She smiled with full, pink lips.&nbsp; "Pleased to meet you, Joseph."&nbsp; She strides around herself, stretching and warming up.&nbsp; "I'm Stessana."&nbsp; She crossed to him and extended a hand to clasp.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 11:09:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shakes hands with her, nodding politely. " Good to meet you." He looks around. " Well, let's go see if we can find ourselves someplace to get out of the rain..." He looks around for a likely house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 15:36:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She nods and stands to step around him so she could sit in front. By now she was shivering fully. So she hurries and leans back against him. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Hearing the cyber-knight and Joseph speak, she looks over, "I came thru a Rift. That's why I know about them more than most. I used to study them on my homeworld." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 15:40:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" See? Confirmation that nothing good comes of a Rift." Joseph smiles. " I kid, I kid, madam."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 15:47:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She shot him a sour look, then a bout of hard shivering overtook her. "I'll forgive you this time Joseph, but you are essentually correct. Rifts are unstable by themselves and most rifts are a natural occurance. Made ones can be more stable, but no one wants to keep a rift open for more than a few hours at the most."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 16:34:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles and lifts the woman in front of him, opening his coat and using the excess to wrap around her small form. Once so pressed against him, she could feel not only feel his fit body against her, but the myriad of weapons he kept as well, almost all a pistol of some sort.<br><br>Leaning down, he rests his cheek against her hair, hands finding their way over her full breasts and clasping the coat closed there. How convenient for him.<br><br>"I hardly think that only bad things come from the Rifts, my dear. Dangerous? Surely. Exotic? Of course."<br><br>He squeezes the Dark Elf slightly.<br><br>"Alluring? Why occassionally so."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 21:46:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Oh, lord, it's just like last time... Cowboys always steal my employers." Joseph clicks his tongue, sighing, but smiling. " I get the feeling it'll be hard sleeping tonight..." He laughs quietly, and walks into the village, quietly searching for a place where they can get some shuteye.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 22:05:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(ooc:No deadboy with you. He and the man named Locke got separated from you in the fight with the black fairies.)<br>As far as iron-bound wood goes, the village is quite a fortress. The only way in is guarded by a stout gate with iron spikes on top. Two watchtowers look over it from the hills, while some basic pallisade also fills up any gaps in the landscape that could be used for easy entry. A guard on one of the towers caught sight of Joseph coming from the darkness. Aiming a swivel-mounted railgun at him was the first thing he did, then he used a pair of old infra-red binoculars to see better who the silhouetto in the night actually is. "You there, human? No tricks, we welcome guests if they're friendly. Are you friendly?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 22:23:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" If you've got places out of the rain and aren't going to put a few holes in my lungs, I'll be canine. There's a non-human among us, but she won't cause any trouble, and is a really very nice person when you get to know her, snippy nature aside." He smiles up towards them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 22:23:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We're friendly."&nbsp; The juicer (figurately) bounces to a halt as he answers the question.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 03:06:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Some exotic, but most are not good to see if you are around. I know." The dark elf says, shivering harder. The coat around her and the gunslinger's body start to warm her slowly.&nbsp; Mizrel sighs, snuggling deeper under the coat, her hands moving up under his on&nbsp; her breasts, and moves them down. Her hand holding the coat closed there. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 04:05:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The 'slinger allows his hands to be lowered, merely resting them on her belly. He smirks to himself, holding the smaller woman gently, and almost ashamed of himself for being so forward. Almost.<br><br>His eyes squint as he watches the others, straining to make out the words.<br><br>"If I may ask, how long have you been a resident of this world?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 04:20:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Sticking her head out to look over towards Joseph, she shouts thru the darnkess and rain, "I won;t be any problem. We just want a dry warm place to stay and some hot food." She bit her lip, then adds, "And to warn you.."<br><br>&nbsp;To the gunslinger she whispers quietly, "It's not been that long. Here's not the place or time to talk about that though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 04:55:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perhaps, madame, you are right. When we have warmed your toes, and are away from preying eyes and ears, then."<br><br>Softly to himself, her murmured, just barely audible to the dark elf.<br><br>"Because we cannot bear to be mute witnesses to the struggles, sorrows and deaths of the savage barbarians and lost strangers who so desperately cling to life against all odds. To do otherwise would make us the very monsters we despise. We will not stand by idle..."<br><br>Almost as if reassuring himself, and he smiles once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 07:22:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Screeching, the wood'n'spike door opens. Thunder blasts trough the sky behind the travellers as they pass trough the gate. "Bad storm this night, almost like it predicts new trouble." The guard pushes his wide hat on his eyes and rolls himself a cigarette. "See you have ways to get around." He eyes Jacques robot Arabian and Stessana's humming grav-cycle. "Long way? Are you running from the war or came here because of it?"<br>The guard points towards a big building overlooking the town's muddy square. A tankard cut from tinfoil hangs by it's door. Horses and something else make noise in the stable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 11:05:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The blonde pulled a cloak from the sadlebags of her hoverbike and huddled under it, then stode to the gatekeeper and flourised it with a bow.&nbsp; "I am Dame Stessana Eidolan of the Cybernkights, and I thank&nbsp; you profoundly for the hospitality of your village.&nbsp; We've seen a battlefield not far away, and I fear the coalition forces carried the day.&nbsp; I'd advise you to prepare for trouble in the morning.&nbsp; If needs be, I'm prepared to help escort your refugees, but for now all is quite, and i'd be grateful for a hot bath, a warm fire, and real food in my belly."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 13:22:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Aye, some food and shelter would be absolutely divine right now." Joseph stretches. Extended time in a deadboy suit makes him feel a bit confined...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 15:32:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacques merely heads towards the building the man had pointed towards, guiding his steed with one arm still wrapped tightly about the dark elf.<br><br>"It appears that we may be able to procure some food here, madame."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 15:38:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She sat wrapped in Jacques's coat, her bare white maned head sticking out. As she rides past the gate she looks up at the guard. Keeping her mouth shut until he mentions the storm. "It is a Rift opening. A big one. I can feel it still.." A shiver racks her body for a moment. "Food and a warm place to rest and dry off sounds good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 15:45:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do not worry, madame."<br><br>He smiles a bit at the woman as he stops near the building and murmurs to her.<br><br>"You are quite safe with me by your side. I am not in the business of allowing my new comrades to become injured." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 14:27:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inside the inn is a mixture of rural poverty and what some of the party members can recognize as ancient technology. Two people in rough leather clothing sit on a wooden bench across a dirty table. The elderly bartender watches his teenaged son tinker with a piece of electronic equipment with a long antenna.<br>A colorful altar of a 'juke-box' stands in one corner, hooked up to the crude electrical cables running trough the wooden roof. "Travellers? I'm Johna Johnson, welcome to safe place inn. Please take your bike and um... horse to the stable. I'll have to stress that i'm not able to re-charge anything, you'd have to speak to the mayor about it. We have all kinds of food, the hunting was good this week..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 15:47:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mizrel slids off from her perch in front of Jacques, and immediately has to grab onto the stirrup to keep from falling down as her legs refuse to work properly. The long ride here had strained her legs. After a few moments, she forces her legs to work and stands. "Joseph, come and help me." She says, holding her arm out for her bodyguard to assist. <br><br>&nbsp;To Jacques, "I'd like to talk to you inside. Go and see to your horse." She nods to him and walks inside carefully. Quick glances flick ab out the room then she focuses on the few people inside and what their reaction to a wet dark elf would be. The sight she presented had to be startling. Her soaked robes, black face and wet white hair plastered to her head and shoulders.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 15:55:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The 'slinger raises a bow and dismounts gracefully after the elf, turning to his horse. Whispering a command to it, the robotic beast trodded off to the stables on it's own... ahh, the joys of having&nbsp; a smarter-than-average horse.<br><br>Into the inn the 'slinger stepped, one finger tracing the rim of his hat while he surveyed the room. Anyone could tell, if they'd even heard rumors, just what this man's profession was. The stylish clothing, the pistols, the swagger... but it was always the hat.<br><br>So he follows Mizrel after a moment, spurs jingling lightly with every step, only saying one word.<br><br>"Evenin'."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>16-04-2006, 01:25:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Francis went into the village and immediately went looking for somewhere dry.&nbsp; He would swear (repeatedly) that he heard water in his boots and needed to get out of his new armor.&nbsp; He could also use a decent meal and a quick nap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>16-04-2006, 01:37:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The two hunters in leather, the techie boy, a woman that just came in, all of them cared to give the dark elf a long, tense glance. None said nothing. The bartender nodded politely and at Jacques and with a bit of fear at Francis. "You're the kind of people that walk where trouble is. I hope trouble isn't walking after you." He looked at the expectantly, hodling a handful of beer glasses. "So, what's the um... news?"<br>A thunder sounded outside. "Just before the storm, oh my."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>16-04-2006, 03:56:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph helps her down easily, smiling, before walking in.<br><br>To the mention of trouble, he responds " I'm fairly sure we shot most of the trouble. Big battle out there, but it seems to have mostly fizzled out. You have any whiskey?" he asks, smiling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>16-04-2006, 04:03:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shot.&nbsp; Blew up.&nbsp; Disected."&nbsp; Francis shrugs.&nbsp; "Pick your word.&nbsp; UMm...where can we spend the night?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>16-04-2006, 05:41:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mizrel wrung the water out of her hair. Her red eyes noting the looks she got from the patrons of the tavern, but ignoring them. If they didn't start anything, she wouldn't. Shaking her head back and tossing her wet tresses behind her, she walks further into the warm room. Her body moving wiht the grace that came naturally to all of the various branches of the elven race. <br><br>&nbsp;She took a glass of beer and sips it. A flicker of mischieviousness running thru her makes her say, "The Coalition and Tolkeen fought it out today. Unfortunately the Coalition seems to be carrying the day. They paid for it though." She had no ideas how many Coalition soldiers lay dead and dying on the field of battle and in the pursuit of the retreating Tolkeen forces. A dark smile flashes as she imagines what the Coalition commanders would say when they ran into some of the little surprizes that had been left behind in case of a Tolkeen retreat. Not all of the Tolkeen mages and generals were optemistic and expecting instant victory.<br><br>&nbsp;She takes another drink of the beer as thunder crashes overhead, rattling the windows. Glancing at a window, she murmurs in the stillness after the thunder, "That.. is the side effect of a Rift opening. You people might be having some new neighbors real soon." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 23:35:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We are neutral." The bartender hurried with an explanation. "We were not blessed with any magical boon, but we do not reject good-natured creatures. We generally do not reject nothing and just try to survive. Get by. Maybe even makes our lives easier, like my son who took a liking in discovering the secrets of ancient devices..." Nervous at first, he prods his kid lovingly and smiles.<br>"Don't interrupt me father. I'm going to make this radio run and we can talk to people with other radios then." The bartender just nods, but then he hears about the rift opening and closes his eyes in anguish.<br>"A god damned rift is opening? Why did not you say this earlier?" He turns his gaze to the two hunters who also seem very concerned. "With monsters coming out of it, we stand no chances to survive. We can fight off bandits and even a lone devil can be shot, but there is no survival if they will settle in this place for good! Do you know who opened the rift? What did the call from there? If it's the good spirits like you, it's not that bad, but rifts can have bony death itself come out..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 01:25:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Francis decides that a nap is in order and proceeds to doze off in whatever tavern corner he happens to be.&nbsp; After his nap, he'll do some exploring and see if he can sell off a few odds and ends that he picked up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 01:54:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacques, who'd taken up a perch beside Mizrel, watches the man with a visage that slow turns concerned. He places a hand on Mizrel's shoulder, giving it an affecionate squeeze before he rises and walks over to the man.<br><br>"Do you have someplace to hide if things turn awry? A bunker, or even a basement somewhere?"<br><br>He smiles at the man, confidence filling everyone in the room, streanger and newfound friend alike; he couldn't help it, whatever he was feeling radiated from him and "infected" others.<br><br>"While I cannot, nor will I, volunteer anyone else, I know that should trouble arise... well, I will do what I can to aid you and your people. Oh, but the Cyber-Kngiht there will help you. I'll volunteer her."<br><br>He grins a little as he looks over at Stessana.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 02:51:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Shaking her wet hair back, she states at the bartender. "We just got here. How could I have warned you earlier?"&nbsp; Mizrel begins to wring out her robe skirt as she talks. "I don;t know specifics, only that the Rift is big. the storm you are hearing is because of it. Nothing might not comethru it. Or something. What I can't say because I don't know what dimension it's from. You&nbsp; know the land so you might&nbsp; want to go out and look to see what it there." A sly look came over Mizrel's face. "In fact.. if you want some help with that. Send a few men out to contact the Coalition army that passed by and they will investigate it. They don't want to have a alien force that might be cocming out settling in the area. All in all, I'd take a look and see what there is."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 04:01:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Ey, Mistress, I believe this is the point where you say you'll help them as well, and me being a hired gun dutiful to my master and all that bull, reluctantly go along. I'm new to the whole hero thing, but it's a standard in the genre." He smiles, quietly sitting at the bar. " Now, how about some of that whiskey?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 15:49:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hiding in basements is the only thing we'd have left if our town would be under attack we couldn't handle. But it's little hope for me, we can't live in hiding. We've built the town with a huge effort, when a daemon from the rift could destroy it with one smite." The bartender brings a bottle of a clear, dark liquid on the table. "Whiskey, one of the last bottles we bought from a caravan. Ourselves we make only simple bewerages." He bought glasses and cleared his throat nervously. "Nobody will dare to go near the rift, it's something you can do. You're the kind of people that can take on a daemon and live to tell the tale. One of the cyber-knights, lady... Like every village and hamlet this one also has a tale of one of your brotherhood showing up to save the day. And now it could have two. People, you need to talk to our mayor..."<br>The bartender gets excited and doesn't even wave back to the two hunters who decide they need to go already.<br>"We will provide you with the payment we can, we can also loan you the best weapons we have. If it's really nessesary, also a guide who knows that area. Unless it changed already... The rifts change everything..."<br>For a moment some distant memories cloud the man's mind. "Oh, and Coalition you say? If you cannot help then we will of course go to seek them out. One can only hope they will get here in time, but they have their war now and we are not a strategic objective. They might just not care enough to be here before it's too late."<br><br>Under the flashing lightning, the bartender wants to lead you to a stately stone and wood building in the middle of the village. An old, muscular and scarred man is the town's mayor and repeats all that his friend said, also imploring for you to help and investigate, or if possible, close the rift.<br>"Can a cyber-knight close a rift? Or can you?" He asks Mizrel.<br><br>Francis can go and awaken the owner of the trading post if he wishes. The young man with flaming-red moustache will be very excited about the weapons he sees and ask what the Juicer could take in return, as he has very little credits on himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 16:05:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"I have no idea if I could. I would have the best chance at identifying anything that comes out of it though. I do admit some curiosity in what's there at the rift."<br><br>&nbsp;Her crimson eyes focus on the small mayor. "We'll need a warm place to sleep, food, and a full recharge of our weapons and equipment. I'll need a change of clothing to. Everything I own is soaked." She gestures to her wet hair and clothing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 16:33:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"With luck we will have the night to recuperate before any such beings decide to wreak havoc."<br><br>The 'slinger had stayed with Mizrel and who had chosen to accompany them to the mayor.<br><br>"We will need a weapons recharge, my good sir. Are you able to provide us with this service? it would be the most immediate preparationw e could make, I do suspect."<br><br>He reaches up and fingers a lock of the elf's white hair absently before letting it drop wetly against her back once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 07:48:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4161.msg167674#msg167674">Quote from: Soulsemmer on 18-04-2006, 01:54:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jacques, who'd taken up a perch beside Mizrel, watches the man with a visage that slow turns concerned. He places a hand on Mizrel's shoulder, giving it an affecionate squeeze before he rises and walks over to the man.<br><br>"Do you have someplace to hide if things turn awry? A bunker, or even a basement somewhere?"<br><br>He smiles at the man, confidence filling everyone in the room, streanger and newfound friend alike; he couldn't help it, whatever he was feeling radiated from him and "infected" others.<br><br>"While I cannot, nor will I, volunteer anyone else, I know that should trouble arise... well, I will do what I can to aid you and your people. Oh, but the Cyber-Kngiht there will help you. I'll volunteer her."<br><br>He grins a little as he looks over at Stessana.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Stessana chuckled huskily.&nbsp; "Give me a warm bed for the night, and I'll try to scout the thing for you when the rain stops.&nbsp; It was all light show when we last looked at it."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 07:52:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stessana offered the mayor her best bow, "I can scout the rift, lord mayor, and I can try to best any beasts that came out of it, but I have no arte to close the thing.&nbsp; If you can do anything to mend my armor, that would be apreciated, and my lasers could use a little bit more power, that and your hospitality 'til the job is done is all I ask in return."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 08:39:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She shot Jacques a dark look as he fingers her hair. She was vain about her hair. Then a glance over to the cyber-knight. Shrugging, "That's about the best offer you'll be getting."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 22:42:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Everything will be provided if you help us. When can you go? Because for us is the sooner, the better. If there are monsters in the rift we have to evacuate." The mayor walks around his house nervously, stopping under a huge clock in wooden casing that has that specific look of pre-apocalypse made objects. "It's way past midnight already, i understand you are all very tired. I'm not stopping you, but moment..."<br>The man uncovers a panel in one of the walls, with dials measuring electricity. "You can go to the main electricity unit and use it to re-charge all of your equipment." He puts a rusty key from his pocket on the table. "Then give me back the key, all right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 23:00:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Francis makes a soft snoring sound at this point.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>21-04-2006, 06:15:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mizrel groans, knowing that she would be back out in the wet very soon. Crossing her arms over her bosum, she scowls at the mayor. "We'll take that, but I want a hot meal and my clothes dried before we go out. And a hat."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>21-04-2006, 20:36:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Ah, milady, so impatient, so demanding." He grins, quietly taking the key, spinning it on one finger. " Well, shall the rest of us go recharge our things and get a hat for Madam?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>21-04-2006, 22:14:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What hat exactly? A resilent hood is what we can provide, or a wide hat to protect from the sun. Or both, like some travellers wear." The man, while sleepy, is happy to provide all that the party needs.<br>Behind his house there is a small shack with electrical generators inside, linked to all the windmills in the village.<br>It can easily provide energy for all your E-Clips.<br>Dawn will eventually break, and the storm will end. Cows will get chased out to the plain, though today the cowboys are most fearful and wary as the mayor is going around and telling them all about the rift.<br><br>When you are out and going about your bussiness, a woman in black clothing approaches Mizrel. She is very young, but already well-muscled and bearing scars and bruises from rough life. Wearing a thick and dusty coat, bit too big for her, she moves like a shadow. "Miss? I need help too. Promise it will stay a secret or let's forget about it, but i can offer a payment to make it worthwile. I am Sonia by the way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>21-04-2006, 22:22:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Having had his weekly nap, Francis goes in search of a trader.&nbsp; He's managed to aquire a few CS rifles and wants to turn them into some credits.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>21-04-2006, 22:51:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There's a trading post laden thick with all kinds of adventuring gear, clothes, skins and hunting supplies. Only a few <em>real</em> energy guns were there, mostly bulky Bandito Arms pieces and one CS one. The trader was, of all things, a smiling pretty girl with wild blonde hair and pear-white teeth. "Clairee, i run this place. I can offer some credits for it, but i'm not sure if i can afford to buy all of them. Hmm, how about 10.000 creds per each? That's a whole crazy pile of money you know..." She giggled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>21-04-2006, 22:53:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sure that I can trade them for supplies you might have."&nbsp; Francis replied agreeably.&nbsp; "Would there perhaps be a vehicle available for purchase that I could trade them for as well as some basic supplies."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>22-04-2006, 00:09:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have a grav-cycle that i bought of a scavenger. It's very battered but in good condition. It's worth at least 140.000 credits to me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>22-04-2006, 00:24:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How about all the coalition rifles that I've got in exchange?"&nbsp; Francis suggests, thinking that the rifles would be of much more use than the grav bike here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>22-04-2006, 01:25:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4161.msg170868#msg170868">Quote from: Celestial Goblin on 21-04-2006, 22:14:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What hat exactly? A resilent hood is what we can provide, or a wide hat to protect from the sun. Or both, like some travellers wear." The man, while sleepy, is happy to provide all that the party needs.<br>Behind his house there is a small shack with electrical generators inside, linked to all the windmills in the village.<br>It can easily provide energy for all your E-Clips.<br>Dawn will eventually break, and the storm will end. Cows will get chased out to the plain, though today the cowboys are most fearful and wary as the mayor is going around and telling them all about the rift.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;Mizrel gets a hat that fits well and since they are stating for several hours, she has her wet clothing dried. Under her robes, she wears very little. Skin tight panties and bra and soft shoes. The skimpy clothes showing her nearly nude body off very well. As she waits for her clothing to dry, she sits and checks her weapons, recharging what needs it. It wasn't until her robe was dry did she dress, ignoring the stares that anyone would give her with the air of unconcern. Nudity did not bother her at all and it shows.<br><br><br>&nbsp;<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4161.msg170868#msg170868">Quote from: Celestial Goblin on 21-04-2006, 22:14:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">When you are out and going about your bussiness, a woman in black clothing approaches Mizrel. She is very young, but already well-muscled and bearing scars and bruises from rough life. Wearing a thick and dusty coat, bit too big for her, she moves like a shadow. "Miss? I need help too. Promise it will stay a secret or let's forget about it, but i can offer a payment to make it worthwile. I am Sonia by the way."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;She shrugs on her robe, sitting back in her chair and looks the woman over. Taking out a brush, she&nbsp; runs it thru her hair.&nbsp; "What sort of help? I'm not going to say yes without knowing something. That is not how I&nbsp; stay alive."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>22-04-2006, 15:35:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stessana gives Joseph an apologetic smile.&nbsp; Last night she'd taken his hand as she started towards her room, throwing a smile over her shoulder, but fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion before she could do more than take him in her arms.&nbsp; <br><br>This morning, she woke warm and refreshed, but with a yearning need to afirm life one last time before riding into possible death.&nbsp; Now she pulled her hoverbike out beside him and, blushing rather badly, she offered, "Want a lift?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>22-04-2006, 16:36:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Why, certainly, that'd be wonderful." He smiles, quietly lifting himself onto the seat behind her. " I'll probably be thrown out of my Hells Angels chapter for this, though." he remarks, jokingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>22-04-2006, 17:39:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacques stood outside, alone with his robotic horse. His hand drifted up and down the beast's mane, and it responded much as a live horse would. His eyes were absent behind his sunglasses, the man lost in his own thoughts.<br><br>He'd rested a bit himself during the night, and recharged his spent e-clips to boot. The company he was in seemed well enough, and he had his eyes on the mysterious, slightly-bitchy dark elf. But something about her attitude allured him, and he wasn't quite sure why. After all, someone like the cyber-knight was more his type.<br><br>Wasn't she?<br><br>He'd very much enjoyed watching Mizrel as she'd walked about, clad in little more than skin-tight undergarments that left little to the imagination. He stuck by the dark elf most of the night, if out of nothing more than a strange desire to protect her in this much more vulnerable state. <br><br>But even he needed a breather, and for now he stood in the sun, basking in the warmth as he reflected on himself, his companions, the situation, and what they would do in general.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>22-04-2006, 20:01:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a fact that while the whole party, armed to the teeth and bristling with technology, attracted much stares...<br>Mizrel Zhuval had most eyes on her. Almost all men had to take suprisingly long and curious look after the black-skinned D-bee, and a few women also stared but with blooming enmity.<br><br>In the trading post, the perky blonde haggled with Francis with an increasingly loud voice, not intimidated at all but who he was. "All the rifles will be a great asset to our defense, but i simply won't go below my prices. The rifles <em>and</em> 20.000 creds is really a good offer friend."<br><br>The woman in black that spoke to Mizrel, saw also Stessana, Joseph and Jacques preparing for the journey and gave them a wave. "I can't just explain...!" She turns from them back to Mizrel. "Let me assist you on the way and i'll tell you then. I'll be outside the gate." She spins and runs away, looking behind herself as if fearing getting caught by some particular person.<br><br>Outside the gate, the way is pretty straightforward to where the rift should be. It's all flat wasteland and low hills, the kind of terrain where everything is easily spotted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>22-04-2006, 23:52:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Francis gave a mental sigh, knowing that he didn't have that much on him.&nbsp; "But the rifles are certainly worth more than 10 each.&nbsp; How about the rifles and 5k?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>23-04-2006, 02:17:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mizrel gave the looks she got little notice. Except for the women. Those women got a cool measuring look back when her eyes caught theirs, then were ignored.&nbsp; &nbsp;The black garbbed woman an odd look as she brushes her hair and made a mental note to keep an eye on her. A toss of her white maned head then she&nbsp; finishes brushing her hair and puts it in a long thick braid. Tossing the braid over her shoulder she notes Jacque's presense again and a tiny smile curves her lips. She now had two protectors. One hired, the other caught by more than money.<br><br>&nbsp;Once the rest of her things were put in their proper places, she stood gracefully and walks over to the trading post and pokes her head inside. "Oh for the Queen's sake.." Mizrel mutters, almost strutting in and listens for several minutes, then steps closer. "What if you take the rifles and the balance can be for aiding your town? Or would you be willing to take some of these as well?" She takes out some of the weapons she'd taken from the Deadboy corpses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 16:18:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The blonde shopkeeper blinks at Mizrel and nods politely, realizing she can only pull the matter so far.<br>"Okay. Rifles, the stuff the good fairy has and 4000 credits. My last offer. If that's okay then the bike is all yours."<br><br>The black-clad girl runs out trough the settlement gate, bypassing a boy and his herd of hairy cows.<br><br>Then a huge bolt of pure white lightning splits the otherwise clear sky in two, falling from clouds straight down to earth.<br><br>"Okay, make that just the rifled, ladies guns and i'll go fuel up the cycle, okay?"<br><br>(Somewhere in the skies, two black bulky humanoid shapes flied on their jet-packs. When the lightning flashed so close as to blind their eyes, both spun around to get back to the base.<br>'Radio the captain it's the biggest whooping clue we could find'.<br>'My comm got fried. It doesn't work!'<br>'Then lets tell them ourselves, full speed'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 00:52:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Francis smiled mentally.&nbsp; "Deal."&nbsp; He replied calmly, glancing around once again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 02:37:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Jesus, Mary, and Batman!" sayeth Joe, surprised by the sudden cracky-boomy. " What the hell is THAT?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 05:01:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She nods, turning the pistols over to the blonde. "I am an elf. A dark elf or dok alfar in the Scandie tongue. You can call me Misery." sjhe was about to say more when the thunder struck. Rattling the windows of the store. She spun, fingers crooked for spell casting. Throwing a lookat Francis, she ran out of the trading post. "What was that?" Her eyes flicking about the sky.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 11:03:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Francis shrugged.&nbsp; "A lightning bolt?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 11:22:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Christ on a crutch!" Stessana gasped, spinning to scan the skies for the source of the lighting...&nbsp; OR it's target. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>28-04-2006, 20:55:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Huge lightning from the clear sky. Every pair of eyes around them was looking at where it was a moment ago.<br>Whatever it hit, it was far away. Somewhere around the place the rift would be.<br><br>The blonde gulped and only after a few seconds regained her attention.<br>"Um, yeah, nice to meet you Misery. I'll bring the bike now."<br><br>She mucked a bit with fueling, then fired up and driven a sleek, though bit rusty hover-cycle in front of them.<br>"Good luck."<br>The vehicle was very much like Stessana's, with the difference of being more battered and having a differently shaped engine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>04-05-2006, 04:13:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Francis hops onto his new toy then with a smirk guns it and goes out to investigate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>04-05-2006, 06:28:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Eyes narrowing, Mizrel trots to the tavbern to get the rest of her things. Once she had that, she walks out, stopping by the gate to look in the direction of the Rift.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>04-05-2006, 09:55:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacques was upon the back of that massive black steed, eyes hidden behind his sleek sunglasses. The look on his face was a pensive one, and when the Dark Elf emerges with her belongings, he offers her a small nod and tip of his hat.<br><br>"I do reckon that it is about that time, is it not, madame?"<br><br>Such a rag-tag group of heroes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>04-05-2006, 19:39:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As heroes walked towards the wasteland, to where the white lightning showed the way, they were followed by indifferent gazes of the hairy cattle and a concerned look from their shepherd. Also the guard on the tower looked all the way until they dissapeared behind the hills.<br><br>Hard, rocky earth cracked under their feet, scorching sun right above them and faint wind blowing... From the east. With two hovercycles, the journey is but half an hour before the unnatural shape of the <em>rift</em> becomes visible.<br><br>A surface of pure darkness, as tall as skyscrapers of old, wide enough for a truck to drive trough. The gate is first visible from a high hill, and after walking a bit farther, it's sorroundings also come into view.<br>A makeshift settlement of dark blue tents and black domes from a plastic-like material. The domes, no bigger than a usual family house, have no windows. Their sleek, plastic curves bear strange symbols.<br>As everybody else can just wonder at what alien folk has built their base of operations here, Mizrel Zhuval does not need to wonder for even a moment.<br><br>The buildings are <em>Drowen</em>, designed to shield away from the sun that dark elves dislike. No humanoid can be seen outside, only black shapes of familiar monsters float around the buildings, going back and forth for an unknown reason.<br><br>The radio in Francis's grav-cycle, seemingly battered, suddenly speaks with a very clear, human voice.<br>"Matt? Agent Matt? Are you there?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>04-05-2006, 22:24:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Francis reins in the hovercycle.&nbsp; "Nope, no agent matt here.&nbsp; Just Francis."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>05-05-2006, 02:25:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mizrel peers out from her position behind Jacques, on his mechanical horse as they travel to the rift. When they reach a vantage point, she stood on the back of the beast, her hands resting on his shoulders as she peers at the Rift. Her crimson eyes narrow under her tinted goggles as she takes in the darkened structures.<br><br>&nbsp; "Those are like what I would have for camping. Those", she points at the distant buildings, "are drow, dark elves. It's daylight so they are inside, resting, likely. The creatures you see are slaves, workers. I'd give it a good bet that were are energy detectors that can and will detect the power cells of the bikes and horse soon enough." Frowning, she taps her teeth with a fingernail. "Now the question is, why are they here?" She mutters softly.<br><br>&nbsp;Where they here for her? She had left a number of enemies behind on her homeworld. Some of who would be glad to see her dead, but the odds of them successfully following her to Earth was impossibilly remote. She'd arrived thru a wild Rift. What House and City where they from? Was this the beginning of a invasion? A raiding party? A youth's Blooding?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>05-05-2006, 02:56:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Hmmmm... How well-armed can we be before being considered dangerous and worth shooting on-sight?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>05-05-2006, 03:51:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She glances to her bodyguard. "Having a club is concidered armed and dangerous enough to shoot on sight. I don't know why they are here..&nbsp; Is that a raiding party? A war patrol or the beginnings of a base for an invasion." Chewing her lower lip, Mizrel grips Jacques's shoulders hard. "Either way, the village we were at had better move away or get a permanent base of soldiers. It is the closest settlement and it going to be attacked sooner or later."<br><br>&nbsp;Had the dark elves below been the ones to send the black fairies after her?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>05-05-2006, 07:06:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stessana bit her lower lip when Francis answered the coalition radio message.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>05-05-2006, 13:28:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacques reaches up and lays a hand across one of the elf's on his shoulder. His voice was somewhat soft, almost as if his thoughts were elsewhere.<br><br>"I can feel the malignant forces emanating from that camp and its inhabitants. It is safe to assume they are not what civilized folk would refer to as good people, hmm?"<br><br>Without really thinking, the 'slinger tilts his head toward Mizrel's other hand, letting his cheek brush against the backs of her fingers.<br><br>"There is always the option that we may sic the C.S. forces on them... a risky proposition, and one that would only behoove us if we do not object to seeing every man, woman, and child in that camp slaughtered like cockroaches."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>05-05-2006, 15:37:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"They are as I was when I came here. Completely amoral. I have changed some since then." She snorts softly. Without realizing what she was doing, she removes Jacques's hat and begins to run her fingers thru his hair. Her eyes on the distant group of buildings. "There are no children there, as you think of them. If there are younglings, younger than 10 years, then this might be a House fleeing a lost war. Or a colonizing attempt. But if it's not wither, then the younglings will be as nasty in a fight as anything else. you have ever met."<br><br>&nbsp;Frowning again , Mizrel got her commo unit and began to fiddle with it. Looking for the frequencies that she knew her people had used on her homeworld. <br><br>&nbsp;(( I figure she'd have grabbed one from the batle fiield. ))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>05-05-2006, 16:54:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacques allows a small smile to grace his lips at the elf's minstrations, but it quickly fades as his mind wanders. He doubted that any being could be as cold and heartless as the harvesters...<br><br>But he would soon find out the Drow would give them a run for their money.<br><br>Turning slightly, he lets his gaze move up to the elf.<br><br>"A change for the better, madame. Never doubt that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>05-05-2006, 22:52:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" When your hands are above their head, their teeth are level with your groin..." He softly pats Stessana on the back. " Ah, come on, we've already done plenty to piss them off, this won't be the straw that breaks the camel's back." His hand lingers there for a moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>06-05-2006, 01:31:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The radio in Francis's new hover-cycle buzzes with suprise.<br>"Ahum? Francis?" There is a pause. "Are you Matthew's friend? Or did you found the cycle by yourself? Tell me please." The voice tries to sound like it's not suspicious.<br><br>The same time, Mizrel tunes in to the frequency that tech using Drows would use for short-range communication. <br>" Mazzir ,&nbsp; ph'&nbsp; &nbsp;dos&nbsp; &nbsp;gaer&nbsp; &nbsp;quin&nbsp; ?"<br>The strange, song-like words sound trough the background noise.<br>(ooc:translation, since i assume Mizrel isn't trying to hide stuff from you(yet?) and i'm not sure if everybody wants to go to the translator page all the time...)<br>"Mazzir, do you see anything more than humans and their herds?"<br>The first voice belongs to a female, it is oozing with arrogant superiority at every word.<br>"No madame, just animals on two feet and animals on four. They have but a wooden pallisade and some local weapon on a tower. If i am..."<br>The second is a male's voice. And a callous killers one.<br>"You may not challenge yourself to kill a settlement, Mazzir. Control yourself or i'm going to control you. Act like a polite traveller and just gather information of that... Oh nevermind, just ask for another like yourself. Why spill names?"<br><br>In the settlement, there is some movement as one of the domes is opened. An elven figure stumbles out.<br>It's a naked Drow man with his arms encased in black steel behind his back and legs connected with three pairs of huge shackles. A steel helmet with no eyeslits is around his head. The Drow stumbles blindly over the sand and eventually just falls to lie on the sand. The fairies move around him with no interest.<br><br>Notice checks:<br>Roll 1: 35.<br>Roll 2: 94.<br>Roll 3: 86.<br>Roll 4: 12. Francis notices. <br>Roll 5: 60.<br><br><br>The juicer seems to be the only one to see it at the moment. Somethin black was in the sun, and well... It could just be a buzzard. Then again, it could be thousands of other things that fly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>06-05-2006, 03:15:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Her hand clenches in Jacques's hair as she listens to the comm. Making sure that she cannot be heard over it, she relays what she's heard to the others. Adding, "They don't know we are here yet, but they have found the town. And it sounds like this is a raiding patrol or a slaving party. Whatever, they are not here for what most people call fun." <br><br>&nbsp;She looks down at the others from her perch on the back of the mechanical horse. "What do you suggest? I can&nbsp; speak to them but I'm likely the one that they are searching for." Her crimson eyes gaze out over the distant Rift. Damn.. just when she needed the heavy firepower of Tolkeen, or even more ironic, the Coalition army.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>06-05-2006, 10:31:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, umm, about Matt.&nbsp; He sold me the bike and was muttering something about those 'bastards' that sent him out here with the 'filth'.&nbsp; I think that he said he was heading south to get away from those 'D-bee haters'.&nbsp; But don't quote me on that."<br><br>Francis squelches the radio then pulls out his rifle and points it toward the probably thing that he saw out there.&nbsp; "Something out there...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>06-05-2006, 15:22:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Suppose we can kill them?" he asks, smiling as he takes out his laser rifle, looking up towards whatever the guy's seen, seeing if his hawk-like vision can catch anything...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>06-05-2006, 15:46:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Hhhmmm?" She raises her goggles, bringing a small pair of binoculars to her eyes. Carefully, the area was scanned, then she focuses on the downed male. Her frown deepening. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>06-05-2006, 22:31:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The drow in heavy bondage was lying on the sand like a dying lizard. He was so iron clad that he could only wiggle his fingers in the air. Around him, black fairies chittered to each other in an insect like manner. One of them stopped to extend a sharp mandible from it's tentacle and sting the soles of the slave's feet.<br><br>The movement that Francis saw, was just a black dot in the scorching sky, now impossible to see.<br><br>"Matt sold you..."<br><br>The voice froze for a moment.<br><br>"Oh, okay, he did. So too bad then. But i forgot to tell him i had something that belonged to me in the bike. Say, willing to tell me where you are now? I'd pay you some creds for it. It's just a picture of my wife, it's not worth nothing for you..."<br><br>The black dot was there again, this time Joseph and Stessana could notice it too. A growing black dot, followed by three other black dots in a triangle formation. Flying with all the speed of a hi-tech jet engine, the dots rapidly glided over the wasteland surface, leaving clouds of dust as they gone.<br><br>SAMAS troopers, the flying commandos armoured in black powered armour. From behind the masks of death, human eyes observe the landscape as computerized HUD's seek viable targets. This time, you are not the target. The four did not notice you, instead they halted just before the camp, out of the guardian beasts sight.<br><br>More Drow are emerging from the rift. A lectica carried by four bare-chested males is occupied by a female dripping with silvery jewelry. Behind her, warriors and priestesses walk in a neat column, shielding their eyes from the blaze of earth's sun.<br><br>Behind you: *sift* *sift* *sift* *sift* A funny sound of sand being moved by... wind?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>06-05-2006, 23:45:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacques was a bit to preoccupied with te sight of the Drow emerging from the Rift to notice the SAMAS suits. His frown was heavy, and the hand on Mizrel's slowly tightened its grip without him realizing it. There were so many of them, the women obviously in charge here. His senses clouded with so many beacons of... evil... moving around. His mind almost spun, and for a moment, the psychic (unknown to be so to his companions) swayed in his seat.<br><br>But he shook his head once, banishing the sensations and focusing his perceptions. He spoke softly, urging Mizrel down to hear his words.<br><br>"Are they as friendly as they appear to be, madame? I can imagine the one with all the jewelry has brought quite the fruitcake for her new neighbors."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>07-05-2006, 02:12:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;The binoc's move, scanning the moving fairies and the iron-clad man. Soft curses in Mizrel's native tongue come in a constant stream, as she re-examines the encampment again. The cursing grows a bit louder when she sees the Drow coming out of the Rift. "Spider Queen give me strength", she whispers. Anger, fear and envy stabbing deep into her at the sight of her people. "That's a priestess down there. A high priestess, Yathtallar, or even a Matron Mother, Ilharess. This is no mere raiding party. This is a invasion I think. Planned out."<br><br>&nbsp;Mizrel scans the landscape around the camp, the comm still on. "They have found the village and will soon know that I was there. I am a very distinctive looking woman. Shit." She mutters, chewing on her lower lip. The sound behind caught her ear and she half turns to look at it. "What is that noise?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>07-05-2006, 03:35:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Francis unsquelches the radio long enough to answer then turns it completely off.&nbsp; "Sure, just north of the Federation of Magic."<br><br>He then shifts his attention back to the battle that's about to take place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>08-05-2006, 15:14:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"They are of Qu'ellar Tz'arien. A House that 'trades' with other worlds. They see them as places to be plundered or conquered. It's not a good sign they are here...." She mutters, looking around behind her for the noise.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>08-05-2006, 17:40:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacques likewise turns, the steed he and Mizrel are perched upon shifting to the side to give him a better look behind them. <br><br>"They will be in for something fo a nasty surprise, I believe. Earth is now one of the most dangerous places to be there is."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>08-05-2006, 22:52:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The four SAMAS soldiers stand on the ground now, their heavy armour making them sink a few inches in the sandy patch of ground they landed on. The elven procession heads towards the biggest black dome, one of which the iron-cased slave was kicked out from. The dome's oval doors slide open and another Drowen lady strides out, clad in a leather body suit that's like second skin, just more shiny and glistening.<br><br>"Hail, lady Xe'pthara. I have not expected to be visited by a superior, is there any doubt to my mission proceeding as ordered?"<br>The Drown in skin-tight leather shielded her eyes from the sun and smiled at the jewelry-laden one and her troops.<br><br>"Deceitful."Xe'pthara repsonded to her. "You were planning to keep the one known as Misery Zhuval for yourself!"<br><br>Even those who didn't know the Drowen language could recognize the name of their comrade.<br>The Drow in black leather said something in response, but quietly, and her voice was muffled by the increasingly louder sound coming from behind the heroes back.<br>*sift* *sift* *sift* *sift*.<br>Like huge metal shovels kicking up sand in the air.<br><br>In the encampment, the Drow that arrived were sorrounding the main dome, as well as the others, while two male swordsmen stood by the black leather Drowess side and crossed their blades in a demonstration they will defend her.<br>*sift* *sift* *sift* *sift*<br>The huge metal skull on mechanical legs is clearly visible behind your backs.<br>Meanwhile, the two lady Drows are exchanging insults and threats.<br><br>"You are on mine territory, and if you think i have vexed you, the matter will be taken before the matriarch herself!"<br>And readying to fight, though only a handful warriors intends to defend the leather one.<br>"You shall be taken all right, but to the tormentress! Black Fairies to me! Your obidience is sworn to *me*, not Ul'ishka!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>09-05-2006, 00:16:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Oh fuck it all, why can nothing ever stay sane?" says Joseph, turning to look at the spider walker. " Well, at least one of them are going to get a nasty surprise... I suppose I'm rooting for the Coalition, though. Now let's get out of the line of fire!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>09-05-2006, 01:01:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacques reacts witha&nbsp; speed that even the crazy and juicer can appreciate. He snatches his sorceress companion close to him, wheeling the steed and darting off to the side. Hopefully the soldiers would think them mere travelers and would opt for more tempting targets... and even more hopefully, they hadn't noticed Mizrel was just like the ones not too far off.<br><br>Hopefully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>09-05-2006, 01:37:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mizrel's eyes widen and her hand suddenly clenched tight in&nbsp; Jacques's hair as she sees the large black skull walker appear to rise up out of the sand from a <em>far</em> to close of a view. "Fuck! Goddess damn it to the Abyss!" She curses, then yelps when Jacques grabs her and takes off on the horse. She was barely able to keep ahold of her binoculars at the sudden movement.&nbsp; Hopefully the CA&nbsp; skull-walker would ignore her obviously different looks for the D-bees down below as the tastier target.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>09-05-2006, 02:14:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The crazy charges to the right, dragging Stessana at the same time. " Sorry about that, but seems to be the fashion..." He grins.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>11-05-2006, 01:30:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The warmachine advancing towards the camp had already caught the sight of them.<br>The grotesque skull-chassis moves up on it's hydraulic mechanisms and takes aim.<br>Two big railguns at the sides of the skull are moving in their sponsons.<br><br>In the encampment, the leather Drowess named 'Ul'ishka' jumps into a battle position and materializes a glowing line of energy in her hands. A whip. The other Drowess, 'Xe'pthara', draws a slender blade of black adamantium. "A duel dear? But that's just extra pleasure for me, so be it your way... But since you're mine already, you can't put nothing at stake..."<br>Both of them prepare to fight, while their thralls move away. The one with the sword hacks a Black Fairy up for practice, a torrent of cuts in a blink of eye.<br><br>(ooc:shooting soon, today or more likely tommorow.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>11-05-2006, 03:20:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Only the lasers fire:<br>Roll 1: 12+4 hit Francis<br>Roll 2: 15+4 hit Joseph<br>Roll 3: 11+4 hit Stess<br>Roll 4: 18+4 hit Jacques<br>Dodges(you do dodge, do you...?):<br>Roll 1: 11+8 Francis dodged.<br>Roll 2: 15+7 Joseph dodged.<br>Roll 3: 3+8 Stess failed.<br>Roll 4: 4+9 Jacques failed.<br>Damage:<br>Stessana took:<br>Roll 1: 6, 2, 2, 3, 4, 6 = 23.<br>Jacques took:<br>Roll 2: 5, 4, 1, 3, 1, 1 = 15.<br><br><br>The pilots inside only uses the 'small' laser battery mounted under the skull. A torrent of laser bolts sprays between you, making dirt and earth shoot up in geysers and forcing everybody to dive for cover.<br>While the overclocked reflexesx of the two superhumans allow them to avoid being hit, the cyberknight and the slinger both feel the heat of the destructive energy biting at their armour.<br>"Surrender."<br>Blares a loudspeaker of the warmachine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>11-05-2006, 03:36:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Can we just help you slaughter the Dark Elves?" asks the Crazy, waving the Cyberknight over swiftly, looking over the war-machine to see if there are any blind spots that he can take advantage of to tunnel into the damn machine...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>11-05-2006, 17:12:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a sadistic grin, Francis grabs one of his fusion blocks then bounces up to where the cockpit window of the skull walker would be.&nbsp; Using his vibroblade as a climbing aide; when he gets there, he waves cheerfully then places the fusion block right in front of the pilot's face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>13-05-2006, 02:22:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Both of the 'supersoldiers', the Juicer and the Crazy managed to avoid the fire, and now are ready to take the fight back to the hulking machine of armoured destruction.<br><br><br>PP test, though only 20 would mean something got wrong:)<br>Roll 1: 1. success.<br><br>The Juicer springs up and leaps right onto the Skull-walker, kicking up sand in as he runs like super athlethe he is. As the pilot inside spots him, the machine veers to the side and blasts a full burst from one of the rail-guns right into Francis.<br><br>Shots(+4)<br>Roll 1: 19. hit<br>Roll 2: 12. hit<br>Roll 3: 16. hit<br>Roll 4: 2. hit<br>Dodges:<br>Roll 1: 3+8 failed<br>Roll 2: 7+8 failed<br>Roll 3: 18+8 dodged<br>Roll 4: 4+8 dodged<br>MDC:<br>2 times 2d4x10<br>Roll 1: 4, 3 = 7.<br>Roll 2: 1, 3 = 4.<br>Comes down to... 110 MDC.<br><br><br>...Then flies off in a hail of rail-gun projectiles, hitting the ground with his own blood sputtering everywhere, finally sliding limply down, in the direction the encampment is.<br>The spider-thing just adjusts it's position to fire again, rail-gun cooling down.<br><br>(Joseph can certainly see that there's an acces hatch under the skull-chassis, though locked and he'd have to bypass the steel legs and the laser battery to get to it.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>13-05-2006, 03:39:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Just like with a heart. Now make the incision here..." Joseph charges between the legs, and leaps straight upwards, clinging to the underside, grinning as he raises his vibro-claw, taking violent slashes at the access hatch, seeing if he can do some serious damage to the laser battery as well...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>13-05-2006, 12:44:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stessana screamed as the rail cannon blassted her through the air to land with a bump and scrape behind a boulder.&nbsp; Releived to find herself still alive, she rolls deeper under cover, then spends the nessecary time to ready her psi-sword and rifle.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>14-05-2006, 03:19:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mizrel does the only thing she can think of and casts an Invisibility spell on herself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>15-05-2006, 00:04:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Mizrel spends 6 PPE, 3 minutes(12 rounds) invisibility.<br>Joseph attacks:+4<br>Roll 1: 9.<br>Roll 2: 6.<br>Roll 3: 14.<br>Roll 4: 17.<br>Pilot dodges:+3<br>Roll 1: 4.<br>Roll 2: 1.<br>Roll 3: 5.<br>Roll 4: 7.<br>All hit!<br>Roll 1: 4, 2, 3, 6, 1, 3, 5, 5 = 29+56 = 85.<br>Leg attacks:+4<br>Roll 1: 8.<br>Roll 2: 13.<br>Roll 3: 5.<br>Roll 4: 17.<br>Joseph dodges:+7<br>Roll 1: 11.<br>Roll 2: 3. HIT<br>Roll 3: 10.<br>Roll 4: 2. HIT<br>Damage to Joseph:<br>Roll 1: 3, 6, 1, 5 = 15.<br><br><br>As Francis's body was crashing on the rocks, Joseph sprinted towards the vehicle. Before the cannons could take aim and evaporate him, the Crazy was under the machine's unprotected belly. He needed to jump up to reach the laser battery, and jump even higher to strike at the riveted acces hatch. The Skull-walkers pilot made his machine do a furious tap-dance, blindly hoping to squash the attacker with the titanium-enforced spider feet.<br>There was an iron D ring near the acces hatch for people to hold on when entering. Joseph could hold it too as he demolished the hatch. He got smacked two times with the feet, but could still hold and jab. The hatch was yielding and a few more cuts would have it fall to pieces.<br><br>By the cliff, Mizrel chanted her spell and was gone from sight.<br><br>The cyber-knight Stessana was battered but alive behind a rock close by. Her Grav-cycle remained hovering in the air.<br><br>The laser battery, despite being damaged, was turning to aim at Mizrel, but when the elf dissapeared, it just fired blindly and fried ground.<br><br>Down in the camp, two blurring torrents of femine fury fight amongst a crowd of underlings.<br>Then the SAMAS swoop down, firing all they have into the tightly packed D-bees.<br>Amongst exploding incendary grenades and raining energy bolts, both magical and caused by rifles, the two Drowesses still fight.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>15-05-2006, 01:36:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph continues violently ripping into the laser battery, then aiming for the hatch, cutting into it madly, laughing as he does, cutting gashes through the metal as he swings wildly. " I'm going to gut your walker like a fucking fish, pilot boy!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 00:50:37</strong>
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				<br>Making four dodges means Joseph loses 4 attacks in the next turn... So he only gets pounded by the legs while he tries to catch his balance/grip/concentration. I remind you all to declare me when you don't want to use all dodges in a situation...<br>Pilot's attacks:+4<br>Roll 1: 2.<br>Roll 2: 2.<br>Roll 3: 1.<br>Roll 4: 1.<br>On other hand, those here miss, cause even with +4, the pilot needs to roll higher to hit an enemy he doesn't see. All missed.<br><br>Shooting goes towards Jacques:+4<br>Roll 1: 7.<br>Roll 2: 9.<br>Roll 3: 5.<br>Roll 4: 8.<br>All hit? Again, clarify how much you want to dodge, please... It's important to have this sorted out, even if a bit annoying when playing trough forums.<br><br>Stessana's gymnastics roll:Roll 1: 39. Passed easily.<br><br><br>The machine is stumbling like a huge, drunk spider. The Crazy has time to gather himself up from the attacks while the pilot just tries to keep the walker from tripping over it's own legs.<br>Joseph hears an angry curse on the other side of the acces hatch.<br><br>The battery now aims at Jacques, being most visible on his horse, covering his and his mounts silhouettos with a barrage of red light.<br><br>The Cyberknight snapped her rifle ready with a practiced gesture and called her psi-sword into existance. Before she could join in the combat, ground shakes behind her. A misplaced missile tears an entire chunk of the cliff to collapse down on the Drowen camp. Stessana jumps into a balanced position with ease, but she is already surfing a chunk of rock down, heading towards a particulary humble black dome.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 04:33:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;Invisible, Mizrel wiggles in Jacques's arms. "Let me go, I have an idea and I can't do it while you are holding me." She whispers, struggling to get off the horse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 22:08:53</strong>
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				The cybernkight yelped and wobbled before she had her ballance, then rode the stone down for all she was worth.&nbsp; She picked a few targets, but chose not to make a target of herself 'til she had a more secure position.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 23:09:04</strong>
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				<br>Joseph's attacks:<br>Roll 1: 5.<br>Roll 2: 20.<br>Roll 3: 13.<br>Roll 4: 23.<br>All hit, damage:<br>Roll 1: 1, 2, 2, 3, 6, 2, 1, 5 = 22+56=78. The hatch is destroyed by the third blow, so Joseph counts as making only three attacks and has 1 dodge left.<br><br>Railguns shoot at Jacques:<br>Roll 1: 9.<br>Roll 2: 16.<br>Roll 3: 9.<br>Roll 4: 9.<br>Dodges, i assume Jacques does try to dodge:<br>Roll 1: 29.<br>Roll 2: 20.<br>Roll 3: 20.<br>Roll 4: 17.<br>F...in artistic, and i didn't even count the bonus from the horse.<br><br><br>Stessana was rapidly sliding closer amidst the thickest fighting, where Drow run between buildings and exchanged fire with the SAMAS soldiers flying above. Every once a while, sorcery would bring a Coalition flying warrior down to earth, often dead before he could crash. Every once a while, Adamantium arrows would fly against the fire from energy rifles and rail-guns. Incendary bombs and grenades were tearing holes in the black domes, and in one of them, Stessana could notice some prisoners bound in sadistic and exotic shapes.<br><br>On the cliff, Jacques was left as the only target for the towering spider walker. Only one of it's railguns fired, and for a while the air around the slinger was filled with a tight storm of projectiles flying just below the sound barrier. He had to dodge every one of them, and he did. The metallic horse didn't even flinch when it's rider needed to leap from the saddle and dance on his back. There was a smoking hole in the armoured long-coat, and nothing more.<br><br>"Damned <em>magician</em>"<br><br>Were the words of the gun-operator that Joseph heard when he cut the spider walker's hatch to shreds.<br><br>"Hi, crazy guy!"<br><br>He heard from the two other crewmen that held their weapons levelled right at him, kneeling over the acces hatch he was tearing apart. Plasma ejectors hissed loudly in full-auto mode, sending rippling white heat towards the warrior.<br><br><br>Two soldiers fire, one of them has 3 attacks, other 2.<br>Roll 1: 16.<br>Roll 2: 4.<br>Roll 3: 7.<br><br>Roll 4: 8.<br>Roll 5: 10.<br>I<br>Technically, they all hit. Ajoxer, choose if you want to dodge them, but if you won't leave yourself at least 1 action(that is, make one less dodge), they'll be able to dis-engage from you. Of course you'll still manage to leap inside a turn later, but they will get to shoot again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 10:32:01</strong>
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				Whimpering, Stessana dropped flat on the slab of stone and tried to angle it towards the prisoners, preferably over any drow in her way, by throwing around her weight and formidable muscle.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 11:27:16</strong>
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				OOC: Hmmmm... Would it be possible for me to cling to the underside of the Spiderwalker, vis a vis my Vibroclaw, and use the Vibroknife that came with the armor to cut up the rail gun?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 15:40:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;Hitting the ground, Mizrel rolls, then&nbsp; comes to her feet and runs away from Jacques. Legs pumping, she races across the sand to stop on a rock and turns to face the Walker. Then throwing out her hands, whispers in her language, throws Firebolt spells at the walker. Aiming for the main rotating collar . If she could stop it from rotating....<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;(( casting Firebolt, twice in the same place.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 17:47:41</strong>
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				Jacques, who had been playing decoy this entire time, finally moves on the offensive. The 'slinger arcs theough the air, twisting as the dozens of flechettes zoom around his body from the railgun. He lands, grasping his hat to keep it in place, crouched on the back of his robotic mount, not a scratch on him... though he hasn't noticed the holes in his precious coat-tail yet.<br><br>In a flurry the 'slinger draws both of his energy pistols, taking aim at that railgun that seemed so intent on sending him and his companions to hell, and he fires. Streams of lasers slice through the air as he calmly shoots the walking tank, knowing it would take a lot to down it... and only hoping the crazy could guy it from the inside.<br><br>(Blowing all my attacks to nail the railgun... which means six attacks, all of them using the three-round burst mode from my gun setting. Double-dice for each hit also, since I'm using two guns and each shot from both counts as one attack. Let's do this thing!)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 21:53:00</strong>
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				Joseph drops out of the hatch fast, clinging to the underside, and grins as he gets an evil, evil idea... " You know, I always thought that people who pulled the legs off of spiders were sickos, but I think I can see the attraction..." He scampers over to one of the legs, and starts hacking at the connection with the knife in his boot, using the Vibroclaw to keep attached to the machine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 19:13:24</strong>
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				<br>Sorry, but Jacques used 4 of his attacks to make the dodges, so only two in this turn. The attacks lost by dodging are from the next turn, i've read.<br>Two shots:<br>Roll 1: 12+7 hit<br>Roll 2: 14+7 hit<br>The walker tries to dodge:<br>Roll 1: 16+4 dodged<br>Roll 2: 15+4 failed<br>Damage from one shot:<br>Roll 1: 6, 5, 5, 5, 4, 3, 2, 2, 5, 6, 2, 2 = 47.<br><br>Zakharra has 48 PPE remaining.<br>Two bolts:<br>Roll 1: 12+4<br>Roll 2: 3+4<br>The walker doesn't dodge, cause it saves the 2 attacks for next turn.<br>Damage:<br>Roll 1: 4, 6, 3, 4, 1, 4, 1, 2 = 25.<br><br>Joseph rolls for climbing:Roll 1: 50. success.<br>From where he is, there's no way for Joseph to miss, so damage:<br>Roll 1: 1, 2, 6, 2 = 11.<br><br>Stessana rolls for gymnastics again:Roll 1: 1. success.<br>(i'd also roll for her P.S. if she wouldn't have it so high to start with, but there's no way her strength wouldn't be enough.)<br><br>Muse, will Stessana dodge the attacks?<br><br><br>A barrage of plasma fire bursts from the broken hatch, but the Crazy is no longer there. The two soldiers shout excitably at the series of small craters their weapons left on the ground, but then curse, realizing the unhinged super-human eluded them. The walker's pilot makes it strafe away, though he does not know Joseph is still with them, holding on near one of the powerful mechanical legs.<br><br>Jacques, even with the kind of reflexes he has, needs a short pause to aim. His two guns unleash a silent volley on one of the spider-walkers railguns, hitting it where the barrel sticks out from the sponson.<br>The pilot manages to make a quick turn to avoid some of the shots, but then it's too late for him to evade roaring magical fire that invisible Mizrel hurled at the walker's critical spot. Flames hiss and crack in the mechanism, making the metal just a little warped in places.<br><br>Joseph is close enough to the flames to feel their heat on his skin, but where he hangs there's no real harm done. His task at the moment does not require much concentration, he just swings his vibro-knife on the MDC metal. It proves more resilent than to yield immidietaly to such a small weapon, but first 'bruise' shows up on it's smooth surface.<br><br>"Got the bug now!"<br><br>Trough the hatch, one of the Deadboys leans out upside down and his voice echoes from under the skull-helmet as he aims his plasma ejector.<br><br><br>Meantime, Stessana wrestles with the rock itself, dust and sweat covering her proud face when she rides it trough the avalanche she's part of. A hapless Drow sorcerer with body covered by cracks of lightning is first in her way. The rock slab crushes him when trying to shoot another SAMAS down. Another Drow, reloading an exotic looking crossbow, is lucky enough to jump out of the way. Then there's a bloated black fairy that is also busy casting spells, also crushed.<br><br>The rock is heading straight towards the building with prisoners, straight at the already cracked wall.<br>CRACK!<br>The hole gets much bigger, now it's fully visible how the people inside, encased in leather body-suits and clad in rivetes steel restraints have been made into a bizzare artistic installation of sorts. And that there are huge eight eyes watcing at them from the darkest part of the chamber.<br><br>The voice behind Stessana is in Drowen language, it's words unknown to her but the D-bee's intent obvious.<br>The dark-skinned soldier in adamantium chainmail levels his dueling sword at her and lunges, while his other hand reveals a wicked stabbing dagger.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 22:21:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph turns slowly, grinning horribly at the man. He turns off the knife, holding the handle in his teeth, takes out the pistol, and lets off a barrage of shots at the deadboy, laughing maniacally.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 22:56:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(To be true to the rules: Taking the knife between teeth is 1 action, pulling out the pistol is another. It leaves you with 2 shots. If you dodge *his* shots, you'll lose actions in the *next* turn.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>02-06-2006, 00:23:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				( Yep, know that. He's got less shots than I do. <em>NYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!</em>)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 05:46:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Smiling fiercely at her magical bolt's hits, Mizrel trots to the side and casts the same spells again. If she had to, she'd disable the damned skullwalker one piece at a time!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 00:14:50</strong>
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				<br>Both Joseph and the Deadboy are at -5 to their dodge rolls in this situation.<br>Joseph:+4+3<br>Roll 1: 3.<br>Roll 2: 8.<br>DB dodges:+3-5<br>Roll 3: 1.<br>Roll 4: 8.<br>Deadboy hit two times:<br>Roll 1: 4, 2, [1], 4 = 10.<br>He shoots once:<br>Roll 1: 7.<br>(dodge? before i roll for damage?)<br>Mizrel's two bolts:+4<br>Roll 1: 15.<br>Roll 2: 19.<br>Vehicle's dodges:+4<br>Roll 1: 6.<br>Roll 2: 20. dodged<br>Damage:Roll 1: 2, 3, 2, 4 = 11.<br>The walker is still shoting at Jacques, rail-gun again:+4<br>Roll 1: 8.<br>Roll 2: 7.<br><br>Before i move the action further, does Jacques dodge?<br>(and don't you think this should be simplified, rules be damned?)<br><br><br>Under the skull-walker, Joseph blasts the Deadboy with his pistol, blowing smoking holes in his black armour. The trooper retaliates with a hissing shot of glowing plasma.<br><br>Explosions of sorcerous fire from Mizrel attack at the vehicles now damaged turning collar and create a little furnace there that starts to melt the metal off. The vehicle is now turned in a position to fire at Jacques and uses both rail-guns to fire a short blast at him, even though one of them seems to be responding slower after the damage it got.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 02:09:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				OOC: Rifts was never known for it's simplicity. :-P. And he will be dodging- It's simple mathematics, I have 4 attacks, he has 3. In any given turn, I will have more attacks than he.<br><br>Joseph cackles wildly as he swings about, avoiding the blasts, sending off shot after shot at the man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 15:15:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;Smiling fiercely in&nbsp; her successful strikes, Mizrel lets loose with another barrage of magical fire at the walker. Aiming for the railguns again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 17:10:40</strong>
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				Stessana yelps at the sound from behind and rolls wildly back and forth, parrying as best as she can to avoid the stabs.&nbsp; <br><br>Lying flat against a stab of concrete is not the best way to begin a duel, especialy not with an eight eyed thing staring at her from the shadows of the bunker.&nbsp; In any event, she focuses fullly on the defensive 'til she can kick off of her shoulders and spring to her feet.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 18:31:08</strong>
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				<br>Joseph's dodge:+7<br>Roll 1: 11. dodged<br>I'll have Jacques dodge too:+9<br>Roll 1: 1. dodged<br>Roll 2: 20. dodged<br><br>**next turn**<br><br>Mizrel's bolts:+4<br>Roll 1: 16.<br>Roll 2: 4.<br>Damage:Roll 1: 5, 4, 3, 2, 5, 2, 1, 3 = 25. The collar is fried.<br><br>Joseph shoots:+4<br>Roll 1: 1.<br>Roll 2: 7.<br>Roll 3: 5.<br>The DB chooses not to dodge!<br>Damage:Roll 1: 3, 2, 2, 4, 1, 2 = 14.<br>Shots at Joseph:+3<br>Roll 1: 17.<br>Dodge:+7<br>Roll 1: 18. dodged<br><br>Drow attacks Muse:+6<br>Roll 1: 10.<br>Roll 2: 11.<br>Roll 3: 15.<br>Roll 4: 15.<br>Roll 5: 10.<br>Dodges:+8<br>Roll 1: 4. got you!<br>Roll 2: 6. got you!<br>Roll 3: 18. dodged<br>Roll 4: 5. got you!<br>And one un-dodged.<br>(next turn you can start parrying, so you won't be losing attacks)<br>Damage:Roll 1: 3, 1, 1, 2, 1, 4, 1, 6, 1, 6, 4, 2 = 40.<br>Your armour took 63MDC in total, your crusader armour is useless.<br><br>Jacques, do you want to shoot at the walker or something else?<br><br><br>Under the skull-walker, the battle between Joseph and the Deadboy gets intense. The crazy's superhuman control over his body allows him to dodge every bolt from the plasma ejector. It's like break-dance, but with one hand hanging on instead of on the ground. And he's not planning to get tired. "You might be fast, but you can't be forever...!" The frustrated Deadboy grits his teeth when laser blasts dent his armour and decides to get medieval. The plasma ejector begins to warm up as the grunt shoots one shot after the other.<br>"C'mon..."<br><br>Inside the vehicle, an armour clad pilot turns to the commander standing behind him. "Part of the collar is melted, we'll need to repair that ASAP." The commander leans towards the armoured window outside.<br>"Who's shooting?"<br>Between the rocks, Mizrel is still invisible to human eyes.<br>"No combatant found. Magical phenomenon presumed."<br>But she will soon become visible, the spell is not permanent.(2 more turns)<br>"Just shoot everything!"<br><br>On the slab, Stessana tries to quickly jump into a combat position, but her opponent is much faster than she could expect. The slab is no longer moving and she just has to jump away and stand on the ground, between corpses and explosion craters, yet...<br>The adamantium blade whistles all around her when she jumps. The Drow narrows his pale eyes as he easily predicts the knight's every move and deals well-planned deadly blows. Pieces of the crusader armour are cut away, the chain-mail is severed. One of the pauldrons is knocked off, then cut apart in mid-air, just to show off.<br><br>"Z'e N'thasha"<br><br>With armour slashed apart, removed with frightening precision and even *elegance*, the evil elf applies the poisonous dagger into Stessana's stomach. And curses in drowen, because the dagger slides off the cybernetic technology underneath.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 05:53:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;Giving a cry of pleasure, Mizrel casts another barrage of spells at the walker. Aiming for the railgun that was not damaged.&nbsp; After this burst of spell magic, she would move to a new position.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hold on Joseph and keep the Deadboys occupied! For soon we'll make them dead in fact!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 08:45:55</strong>
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				" Course, milady!" He grins. " Y'know, if you'd be so kind as to stop shooting at me and my friends, and turn your rail guns on those invading Drow down there, I'd be willing to call it squarsies and not murder you!" He grins, continuing to arch his body impossibly, letting off shot after shot at the damn fool Deadboy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 14:57:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacques managed to once more weave between the deadly shots of that railgun, twirling to once more set his sights upon the weapon and unleashing another barrage of lasers upon it. <br><br>(Should have 4 remaining shots after the two dodges, right? You know the drill.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 09:04:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<i>Sorry, am I still prone?</i>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 19:02:40</strong>
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				<br>Jacques:+7<br>Roll 1: 5.<br>Roll 2: 5.<br>Roll 3: 12.<br>Roll 4: 17.<br>The walker does not dodge.<br>It is 4 shots, 2 times of 6d6MDC per each, or have i got it wrong?<br>Also, note that you've so far fired 6 shots without re-loading. That means you can only fire 2 now.<br>Roll 1: 1, 4, 4, 4, 6, 3, 3, 1, 3, 4, 6, 4 = 43.Roll 2: 3, 5, 4, 5, 6, 1, 6, 1, 4, 2, 3, 1 = 41.<br>Total comes to 84 MDC. That's enough to render the rail-gun few points short of anihilation.<br>**next turn**<br>Mizrel:<br>Roll 1: 5.<br>Roll 2: 15.<br>No dodges, damage:Roll 1: 6, 4, 2, 6, 4, 6, 1, 1 = 30.<br><br>Muse, you're no longer prone after this round and you have time to ready your psi-sword or another weapon.<br><br><br>The slinger barrages the vehicle with a storm of destructive laser beams, not missing with single beam. His show of pin-point accuracy is interrupted by the E-packs of both pistols dying in the exact same moment.<br>The walker's railgun is practically torn away, the barrel full of smoking holes and the whole mechanism useless under molten metal.<br><br>The other railgun is set ablaze by the sorcerous fire from Mizrel, but it still moves and fires a salvo. A random rock explodes into bits.<br><br>Joseph's words make the deadboy stop just before shooting. The plasma ejector is still aimed at him, ready to blaze. "Buddy..." Cames the raspy voice from under helmet. "You're mercenary for those monsters i'd wager. If you wanted to fight them, why aren't you with the Coalition boys in the first place?"<br>The captain of the walker shouts from inside.<br>"If you're on our side, run there and fight. We won't shoot in the back somebody who's killing D-bee's, okay?<br>Prove yourself and we'll be friends, damn crazy."<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 21:27:00</strong>
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				" You take me, you take my friends. You shoot at our backs, I rip off the rail gun, and let those Dark Elves murder you poor bastards." He shouts to the others. " Guys! I'm chatting with the Deadboys. What say we don't kill these poor fools, and instead join with them to slaughter the psychotic Elves?" He asks, grinning, turning back to the Dead Boy. " And just between you and me, the more peaceful magic girls have very interesting ways of convincing you that they're really very nice..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soulsemmer</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 00:26:26</strong>
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				If the walker stopped firing at him, true to the Crazy's words, Jacques would stop and take a moment to reload. It was almost blinding, the speed at which he switched out those e-clips, obviously years and years of practice guiding his movements. <br><br>"What say you, madame?" He seems to speak to no one in particlar, but it was indeed directed to the invisible Mizrel.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>18-06-2006, 00:22:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They stopped firing. "Okay there, you backstab us and somebody else will make mince-meat out of you."<br>Deadboys head popped back into the vehicle and the whole battered machine moved forward, with torn away hatch and only one barely operative rail-gun.<br><br>When it reached the edge of the cliff, the lower laser battery ran death on the cargane below.<br><br>And below, it was quite a carnage. Black-skinned warriors leaped, acrobatically avoiding the fire and grenades from the low-flying SAMAS deadboys. Black Fairies buzzed low on the ground, swarming whoever fell wounded, even their own Drowen masters. Corpses lying everywhere are used as a cover by the more savvy elves and the few SAMAS troopers that had to land with their jetpacks damaged. At the moment, Drow are pushed back into their buildings, but every once in a while they manage to kill one of the enemies.<br>The two duelling Drowen ladies are nowhere to be seen now...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>25-07-2006, 20:18:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Crazy hangs from the walker, firing his laser into the black fairies. " That's the way, folks! HAHAHAH, BANZAI!" He fires into the crowd viciously at the black fairies and warriors, not particularly aiming for anyone in specific.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>25-07-2006, 23:18:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I must apologize to you Ajoxer and to everybody that wanted to get back to this game.<br>It's not the only game i'm ending. I'm not feeling good and unable to follow too many games, especially not as a game-master.<br>I already asked for RIFTS to be put in archive. I'm not saying i won't consider going back and i really had a wonderful time running this.<br>Still, sorry, the game is dead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>26-07-2006, 06:22:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; :'(&nbsp; Sad day... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>26-07-2006, 16:54:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I have a sad look on my face as i type it. But i can't now, really.<br>I will resurrect this game at first possibility, serious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The begging - Bunker 08</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>31-07-2006, 18:39:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Scrap paper to scrap paper, pencil shavings to pencil shavings. * sprinkles number 2 pencil pieces over the game.*
			</dd>
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