Dark*Matter: Discovery, the Beginning

[iwatt]

"Thanks for that. Are you all cops or something?"

Larry laughs nervously at this. " Nah. I just picked vic number one's gun. when I saw this guy here" he points at Cade, "start blasting away at ponytail guy, I just let loose. I guess I was lucky. The name's Larry."

Nick's eyes bolt open as he recognizes the arcane chant for what it is. The first thing he can think to do is to actually stomp on the man's hand and kick him right in the teeth.

"What the hell are you doing. The man is as good as dead, unless one of you guys is a surgeon?"

 

[Falkus]

Nick's fast actions stopped the dying man and put a permanent end to his existence, but as the saying goes, too little, too late. The gates to the netherworld had already been unbarred, and reopening them was a simple matter as a result.

Black smoke rose up from under the dead man's hand, as the sigils he had drawn in his own blood evaporated. It quickly boiled up to encompass the entire area around the dead man's body, before vanishing as mysteriously as it had appeared.

Where the smoke was, a man was standing. Decked out in ancient Egyptian clothing, looking almost exactly like a Pharaoh out of a history textbook. However, there was not a single scrap of flesh or blood on his bones. Except for the bronze short sword that he was holding, which was dripping in blood, as if it had been recently used.

A strange voice, came forth from the skeleton, speaking in a language that none present, save Nick, could understand.

industrygothica
[sblock]"Worthless servant. I shall complete the ritual myself, if necessary. I shall bathe my blade in the blood of my sacrifices."

OOC: You got lucky. I'd planned the Egyptian theme before I started the game. Having a character as an expert in it just[/sblock]

 

[kinem]

"The police aren't coming," Nick says as he makes his way out of the meeting room into the main part of the library. He nods toward the door and the group of people in a state of panic trying unsuccessfully to get through it. "Obviously you haven't tried the door."

"What the hell is going on here?" Diego demands as he joins the others, his pistol still in hand.

Deigo's mind reels, but when the skeleton appears, his strained brain tries to make sense of it all.

"Hallucinogenic gas!" he shouts. "Get away, everyone!"

He backs away, though his pistol points towards the skeleton he figures the gas is making him imagine.

 

[iwatt]

"Hallucinogenic gas!" he shouts. "Get away, everyone!"

What the hell is he talking about. The old man just started talking about egypt, and now I have a damned skeleton in front of me. I already saw this movie!!
The heavy weight of the Glock in his hands reminds Larry that he isn't totally defenseless. Taking a few steps back he raises his gun and yells "What the hell are you talking about. Shoot the son of a ... " whatever else he was going to say was drowned by the sound of his gunfire.


OOC: Larry is a simple guy. He just saw a dead guy turn into some freak. All he knows is that he has nearly a full clip in his gun and a big targte in front of him. He's ready to step back and start pumping lead.

Initiative:1d20+6=19
Firing into melee: 1d20+2-4=15
Glock damage: 2d6=11

 

[Shayuri]

Meredith emits a startled squawk of horror and stumbles backwards away from the ghoulish apparition. Even as her brain struggles to process what she's seeing, her reflexes bring the camera up again to start snapping shots.

Then something occurs to her, just as bright as a bulb going off.

The urn!

Forget gasses, trapdoors, marionettes...forget all those plausible things for just a second, and step back into the fuzzy slippers of childhood, where monsters were REAL. This thing had clearly been brought here via the urn. Maybe it could send it back!

"Where's the the thing they stole?" she asks aloud, hoping someone saw it. "Where's that urn they took?"

 

[Friadoc]

oO Take it easy Oo thinks Cade as he makes his way down the stairs, listening to everyone else, but keeping his eyes on ponytail-man. oO It was the right call Oo

However, as calm as Cade tries to keep, it is the first time he’s killed someone, which marks him somewhere no one can see. A frown crosses his face briefly as Larry celebrates for a moment, but Cade shoves that away, too. oO Not the place, not the time, and not my place Oo

Upon hearing the lady mention an ‘accomplice', Cade keeps his sidearm at the ready as he makes his way over towards ponytail-man. “Figures, it’s not like this could be a simple thing,” says Cade with a half-smirk. “Never is.”

“Nope,” answers Cade as he moves to ponytail-man, thusly near Nick. “The name’s Cade Black, I do freelance security.”

But, as Cade hears ponytail-man’s chanting he says with a nod towards the balcony, “Why does that sound as creep as the Secret Master’s of Thoth crap he was spouting up there.”

When Nick stomps and kicks the downed man, Cade doesn’t say a word, as his focus has moved more towards the surrounding area.

oO This ain’t good Oo Cade thinks as the smoke forms near the now dead ponytail-man. Once the smoke clears and Cade sees the skeletal pharaoh his demeanor actually seems to steady a bit.

“I don’t know what you just said,” shouts Cade as he takes a few steps away from the man, so as to get a clear background on the undead, raising his sidearm and fires at the things head. “But, I’m pretty sure it makes you a righteous target!”

OOC

Cade's Initiative (1d20+3=19)
Cade's Attack (1d20+4=13)
Cade's Attack Damage (2d6=4) - If he hits.

 

[industrygothica]

A strange voice, came forth from the skeleton, speaking in a language that none present, save Nick, could understand.

industrygothica
[sblock]"Worthless servant. I shall complete the ritual myself, if necessary. I shall bathe my blade in the blood of my sacrifices."

[/sblock]

Eyes wide, stumbling backward blindly, Nick could only manage one word in a barely audible stutter; "Akhentanen."

[sblock]Cimematic flare suggests Nick should probably trip over something and land on his arse while he's stumbling backward. I can picture him half laying on the ground, mouth agape, looking up at this mythical figure who is probably giving him a wicked glare right now for saying his name. As a player, however, I obviously don't want my character prone, so I'll leave that roll to you. [/sblock]

 

[kinem]

I can't understand why they're shooting at a figment of my imagination. This must all be just a nightmare. Someone musta drugged me. But this is one bad trip. The sooner that skeleton leaves my dream the better.

Dirgo raises his pistol to shoot the figment.

initiative = 9
attack = 16
damage (if he hits) = 6
(ooc: The skeleton will be his Dodge target.)

 

[yestotom]

Cyrus doesn't think twice; with pistols still in hand he opens fire with both weapons.

I've got to get my wits around me and settle down when I take these shots. He takes a 5' step back and takes a deep breath, readying for his next shot.

OOC
Initiative (1d20+3=21)

.44 Magnum Attack (1d20+3-2=10)

9mm Attack (1d20+3-2=10)

 

[Falkus]

Larry and Diego both manage to score hits in the frantic gunfire that follows the unnatural appearance of Akhentanen, blowing off bone chips, but otherwise having little affect on the skeletal Egyptian necromancer.

The skeleton turned to stare at Nick, who had fallen over backwards, scooted back a bit, and scrambled back to a standing position, intoning more words in ancient Egyptian.

industrygothica
[sblock]"So you know my name. No matter, you will die like the rest."[/sblock]

The skeleton then leapt forward, with amazing speed, cutting into Nick's side with his short sword, causing a nasty wound.

Meanwhile, the rest of the library staff and patrons are running for cover in the library, screaming frantically after they found they couldn't get out.

OOC: Nick takes 4 points of damage