Malthusian
First Post
Intrepid glances around at the debris on the river's shore and frowns. Bits and pieces of - what Intrepid assumes to be - all that remains of Dr. Null's robots littered the bank. He looks over at Million Mask, who's busy scrounging through the debris.
"Looks like we get trash duty," Intrepid says with a grin, then squats down and begins digging through the scraps as well. Looks like a bunch of junk to me, he thinks as he lifts a irregularly shaped piece of metal, inspects it, then tosses it to one side. I'm not even sure what to look for. Hopefully I'll notice it when I see it.
[sblock=Notice]Notice Check (1d20+8=10)[/sblock]
"Looks like we get trash duty," Intrepid says with a grin, then squats down and begins digging through the scraps as well. Looks like a bunch of junk to me, he thinks as he lifts a irregularly shaped piece of metal, inspects it, then tosses it to one side. I'm not even sure what to look for. Hopefully I'll notice it when I see it.
[sblock=Notice]Notice Check (1d20+8=10)[/sblock]