Graf
Explorer
Upstairs
[sblock=Beth]The idol is heavy in Beth's hand and slightly cool to the touch. Holding it under her arm she approaches the drying rack. It looks like its a folding wire rack fro drying clothing, the warmth is provided by a jury rigged space heater.
The long strips are soft to the touch and still slightly wet; they smell of human blood.
Beth hears a commotion from downstairs, sounds like clattering and loud conversation or yelling. She can't make out specific words.[/sblock]
Down in the Shop
[sblock=Diego's Knife]Diego's new "knife" isn't really a knife.
Yes, I am a very pedantic man.
Let's just call it the eviscerator.[/sblock]
[sblock=New Initiative Order]
12 - Diego: hiding behind the door (0 successes) and watching to see what they do
11 - Archer
9 - NPCs
Cole -- Delaying unless sword-guy attacks Archer
[/sblock]
Things begin to happen very quickly.
The large primitive is headed toward Archer.
The smaller primitive is yelling something; it's not a language anyone is familiar with.
Archer focuses, expending more blood to enhance his strength. He finally gets a handle on his newfound physical prowess, hauling himself up the shaft with alacrity. Before he realizes it he's fully up into the shaft.
The large primitive makes a wild grab for Archer's ankle but he's just too slow.
[sblock=Archer's current level of strength]Got confused about how blood works.
So the die roll had two extra dice, not four, but it doesn't matter since even whacking off the two right ones Archer has two successes.
Next turn his strength will be normal unless he spends blood again.[/sblock]
The smaller primitive is yelling something again, pointing at the dead body of the slasher who ambushed the group earlier. She's holding herself up on the table.
The larger primitive shakes his head for a moment, shielding his eyes from the harsh glow of the lightbulb he tries to look up the shaft. Archer has an excellent view of the man's broad face, the filed teeth, the extensive bone and stone piercings, the hostile, irritated look, squinting eyes trying to make out detail.
His massive sword would be a fierce item to deploy in an open space, but with it's dull tip it's poorly suited to thrusting up the tight shaft. The large slasher hefts the blade impotently making little involuntary swinging motions with it.
The smaller figure barks out a single, imperious sounding command.
The larger figure nods, abandons trying to get at Archer and turns back toward the entryway.
And he sees Diego crouching behind the door.
The smaller female primitive sees the expression on her companions face, and she's already diving out of the way, with the wrapped package in hand.
Bellowing the large primitive raises his oversized machete in a two handed grip and bears down on the young thief; the tip skitters along the wooden boards of the ceiling as he bounds forward knocking the table out of the way.
[sblock=Beth]The idol is heavy in Beth's hand and slightly cool to the touch. Holding it under her arm she approaches the drying rack. It looks like its a folding wire rack fro drying clothing, the warmth is provided by a jury rigged space heater.
The long strips are soft to the touch and still slightly wet; they smell of human blood.
Beth hears a commotion from downstairs, sounds like clattering and loud conversation or yelling. She can't make out specific words.[/sblock]
Down in the Shop
[sblock=Diego's Knife]Diego's new "knife" isn't really a knife.
Yes, I am a very pedantic man.
Let's just call it the eviscerator.[/sblock]
[sblock=New Initiative Order]
12 - Diego: hiding behind the door (0 successes) and watching to see what they do
11 - Archer
9 - NPCs
Cole -- Delaying unless sword-guy attacks Archer
[/sblock]
Things begin to happen very quickly.
The large primitive is headed toward Archer.
The smaller primitive is yelling something; it's not a language anyone is familiar with.
Archer focuses, expending more blood to enhance his strength. He finally gets a handle on his newfound physical prowess, hauling himself up the shaft with alacrity. Before he realizes it he's fully up into the shaft.
The large primitive makes a wild grab for Archer's ankle but he's just too slow.
[sblock=Archer's current level of strength]Got confused about how blood works.
So the die roll had two extra dice, not four, but it doesn't matter since even whacking off the two right ones Archer has two successes.
Next turn his strength will be normal unless he spends blood again.[/sblock]
The smaller primitive is yelling something again, pointing at the dead body of the slasher who ambushed the group earlier. She's holding herself up on the table.
The larger primitive shakes his head for a moment, shielding his eyes from the harsh glow of the lightbulb he tries to look up the shaft. Archer has an excellent view of the man's broad face, the filed teeth, the extensive bone and stone piercings, the hostile, irritated look, squinting eyes trying to make out detail.
His massive sword would be a fierce item to deploy in an open space, but with it's dull tip it's poorly suited to thrusting up the tight shaft. The large slasher hefts the blade impotently making little involuntary swinging motions with it.
The smaller figure barks out a single, imperious sounding command.
The larger figure nods, abandons trying to get at Archer and turns back toward the entryway.
And he sees Diego crouching behind the door.
The smaller female primitive sees the expression on her companions face, and she's already diving out of the way, with the wrapped package in hand.
Bellowing the large primitive raises his oversized machete in a two handed grip and bears down on the young thief; the tip skitters along the wooden boards of the ceiling as he bounds forward knocking the table out of the way.
