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<blockquote data-quote="Veldran" data-source="post: 3697297" data-attributes="member: 28348"><p>Hello Gentlemen,</p><p></p><p>The "Intrepid GM" here, with Tales from the Wasteland, a collection of short stories based on happenings in the world. They were sent to the group as an interlude during a week when we had to skip game night. These are player, but not character knowledge. Chronologically, they happened within the last month or so, and all occured prior to the explosion at the Black Thorn military base.</p><p></p><p>Tales from the Wastelands, Part 1</p><p></p><p>Everett crouched low, behind the bushes. The wind was chilly; though the winter sun was bright, it provided little warmth. Just ahead of him were some of the men who had killed his sister. Big, brazen bullies with guns and knives who sat around a fire, laughing at some joke. They seemed oblivious to anything going on around them, trusting in guns and their grey and red uniforms to keep themselves safe. Everett had a gun too but with only three bullets left, it was unlikely to do much good. </p><p></p><p>He whirled around at the sudden crunching sound of a branch breaking behind him but it was too late. Another man in grey and red was behind him, pointing a pistol at his head. This one's uniform was different, grander somehow. He was likely an officer of some sort and both his bearing and the look in his cold eyes told Everett that he would not be granting any mercy. "Move, boy" the officer gestured with his weapon towards the camp fire "but drop the gun first". </p><p></p><p>The officer spent a few minutes berating his men for their inattention to detail but turned soon enough to interrogating Everett. </p><p></p><p>"You from Haven?" </p><p></p><p>Everett nodded. </p><p></p><p>"You got a problem with my men here?" </p><p></p><p>Another nod. </p><p></p><p>"See that fort? That's South Fort. Means that his here land belongs to the Mittlewerk empire. That makes you a spy." </p><p></p><p>Everett glared. </p><p></p><p>"You stupid, boy? I said you was a SPY! You better talk quick and tell me what Haven is doing spying in Mittlewerk territory before I make you curse the day your bitch of a mother ever laid eyes on your dog of a father." </p><p></p><p>A quick glance to the right was all it took to convince Everett to act. One of the Mittlewerk men was a step too close and his knife was temptingly close. One quick lunge, and the knife was in his hands. An upwards jerk brought a flash of bright, red blood as the soldier fell backwards, clutching his throat. The rest of the soldiers stumbled backwards, confusion and shock putting them off balance momentarily. </p><p></p><p>BANG. The officer's first bullet hit Everett in the chest. He slumped backwards a bit, eyes closing, gasping for breath. He looked up at the officer, saw the gun being pointed at his head. It was hopeless, he was already dead. With one final burst of energy, Everett tried to lunge forwards, to stick the knife in the officer. </p><p></p><p>All he had to do was stick the knife in the officer. </p><p></p><p>Stick the knife in the middle of the grey-red uniform. </p><p></p><p>BANG. </p><p></p><p>Too slow.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Veldran, post: 3697297, member: 28348"] Hello Gentlemen, The "Intrepid GM" here, with Tales from the Wasteland, a collection of short stories based on happenings in the world. They were sent to the group as an interlude during a week when we had to skip game night. These are player, but not character knowledge. Chronologically, they happened within the last month or so, and all occured prior to the explosion at the Black Thorn military base. Tales from the Wastelands, Part 1 Everett crouched low, behind the bushes. The wind was chilly; though the winter sun was bright, it provided little warmth. Just ahead of him were some of the men who had killed his sister. Big, brazen bullies with guns and knives who sat around a fire, laughing at some joke. They seemed oblivious to anything going on around them, trusting in guns and their grey and red uniforms to keep themselves safe. Everett had a gun too but with only three bullets left, it was unlikely to do much good. He whirled around at the sudden crunching sound of a branch breaking behind him but it was too late. Another man in grey and red was behind him, pointing a pistol at his head. This one's uniform was different, grander somehow. He was likely an officer of some sort and both his bearing and the look in his cold eyes told Everett that he would not be granting any mercy. "Move, boy" the officer gestured with his weapon towards the camp fire "but drop the gun first". The officer spent a few minutes berating his men for their inattention to detail but turned soon enough to interrogating Everett. "You from Haven?" Everett nodded. "You got a problem with my men here?" Another nod. "See that fort? That's South Fort. Means that his here land belongs to the Mittlewerk empire. That makes you a spy." Everett glared. "You stupid, boy? I said you was a SPY! You better talk quick and tell me what Haven is doing spying in Mittlewerk territory before I make you curse the day your bitch of a mother ever laid eyes on your dog of a father." A quick glance to the right was all it took to convince Everett to act. One of the Mittlewerk men was a step too close and his knife was temptingly close. One quick lunge, and the knife was in his hands. An upwards jerk brought a flash of bright, red blood as the soldier fell backwards, clutching his throat. The rest of the soldiers stumbled backwards, confusion and shock putting them off balance momentarily. BANG. The officer's first bullet hit Everett in the chest. He slumped backwards a bit, eyes closing, gasping for breath. He looked up at the officer, saw the gun being pointed at his head. It was hopeless, he was already dead. With one final burst of energy, Everett tried to lunge forwards, to stick the knife in the officer. All he had to do was stick the knife in the officer. Stick the knife in the middle of the grey-red uniform. BANG. Too slow. [/QUOTE]
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