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Post by Raven Umber on Aug 9, 2015 13:25:16 GMT -5
The area is quiet, but the kennel echoes with the sounds of something. A lone fisherman can barely be made out in the distnce, fishing from a dock. "Don't eat any o'the fish here," Horner said. "Why, is the water cursed too", she asked in a sarcastic tone.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2015 13:36:05 GMT -5
"Quicksilver," he said. "Drives men and women madder than a shithouse rat." He shook his head. "The lake people seem to not be so fazed by it, but I think it's just cause they're all already crazier than shithourse rats."
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Post by Kurts on Aug 9, 2015 15:24:44 GMT -5
"Don't intend to be around long enough to need a refill." he replied, tapping the canteen at his belt. "We go in quick and quiet, soft steps and long knives."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2015 15:33:00 GMT -5
"Sounds threatnin'" he said. "Good luck." The boat quietly paddles to a lonely dock.
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Post by Kurts on Aug 9, 2015 15:53:47 GMT -5
Letho stopped off, drawing a long dirk and his miniature crossbow, the poisoned oil glistening in the sliver of moonlight they had.
"Fan out and get the lay of the land." he instructed the pair. "Come across anyone, see that they don't have time to scream."
With that, he set off, stalking the night.
Sneaking 70 Small Blades 80 Crossbow 85 Poison Delivery 85 Observation 70
Most dangerous game: Half the star rating added to all rolls
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2015 16:08:15 GMT -5
Letho stalks up to a nearby cabin. A few lights are flickering in it, and he can't see anyone else around the outside of it. Voice are heard but their accent and the wall muffle the words.
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Post by Raven Umber on Aug 9, 2015 16:32:06 GMT -5
Mina agrees with a nod and starts off in another direction. She puts her axe on her back and pulls her own daggers as she sneaks off.
(Observation: 60) (Sneaking: 75) (Small blades (melee): 80) (Battle Axe (Two-Handed Weapon): 90)
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Post by Kurts on Aug 9, 2015 16:35:20 GMT -5
He kept moving, like Azrael on Passover. There was no thrill for him in slaughtering sheep...not anymore. He preferred game with teeth.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2015 18:07:13 GMT -5
As the bounty hunters pass over, Mina sees a storm door leading into the earth, no building around it. It has been recently used but it rain damaged and held in place only by a rusty lock.
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Post by Raven Umber on Aug 9, 2015 18:11:49 GMT -5
She looks around once more, then Mina uses the pommel of her blade attempting to break the rusty lock.
(OOC: she is alone, right?)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2015 18:13:08 GMT -5
she is alone. The lock falls off at the first sturdy hit, the sound ricocheting in the night air.
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Post by Raven Umber on Aug 9, 2015 18:17:53 GMT -5
Mina winced at the sound of the falling lock, she looked around again, checking behind her for anyone who may have heard the noise before she opens the door.
(Observation: 60)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2015 18:20:36 GMT -5
She doesn't see or hear any real change. The door opens easily enough, revealing stairs into pure blackness.
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Post by Raven Umber on Aug 9, 2015 18:22:16 GMT -5
"Shit...", she mumbled, wishing for a torch. Taking in a breath, she descended the staircase, daggers drawn and her ears open.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2015 18:27:37 GMT -5
The air is fetid and smelly, hot and stifling as she descends. She hears flies buzzing and smells dead flesh in the air. Little metal clinking sounds can be heard.
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