Chapter 1: Just Another Day in the Wasteland

Desert Group
Neither of you know much about the mining company itself, but Dalaran has heard of Shatterpoint Gorge before. No one knows what made it, possibly the impact of some huge object that disappeared one day, but the formation itself is one giant hole in the rock, a near-perfect circle with spiderweb cracks radiating out from it. It's dangerous to cross if you aren't careful, but it's a much faster trip than taking the long way around.

Venia pets one of the lizards before climbing back into the driver's seat. "Then we'd best be off then, I think. Don't want to be caught out here once the suns set."

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Refinery Group
After about an hour of gathering any gear you'll be taking with you on this trip, you meet up in the garage at the truck that's more or less reserved for James, a similar grapple-cannon model, more heavily-armored with some spiked bits along the front and sides. Road Warrior is painted in red on the driver's side door. The mechanic is nowhere to be seen, though he has left behind a toolbox with some supplies inside, a duffel bag containing some medical equipment, and a note that reads James; try not to crash it this time! -Fox, along with the keys.

Winona has already arrived and is looking through all this stuff, her own bag loaded up in the back. There are two hatchets hanging from her belt, as well as a shotgun that looks far too big for her to use slung across her back.

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Badic Ironforge is late. Of course, the fact that the goliath only told him about this mission ten minutes ago didn't help, but the fact remains that he is late. The dwarf has been stopped at the refinery for a few days to resupply, and as with everyone else, he has been drafted into a scavenging run. As such, he has been spending those ten minutes running around and gathering what he needs, his pet coyote lagging behind him. He stumbles into the garage only a few minutes after James and his group have assembled.

Hrmph!

*Badic stuffed the last few bits of equipment into his dusty leather rucksack, taking care to fold the several sheets of notepaper he'd been sketching his latest designs on, and store them in the back panel. He reach out to grabbed his ammo pouch from the nearby chair and fixed it to his belt, before slinging the rucksack over his broad, stout shoulders. Badic turned, and picked up his sidearm from the table, his fingers dancing lightly over the polished metal barrel. He had been in the middle of cleaning the fine weapon when the Goliath, who's name Badic had never bothered to learn, offered him a place on the salvage team. He muttered to himself as he made his way to the garage.*

"Bloody 10 minutes notice! They could have given me more time. Gah!

Neveah! Here girl!

Calusa; a sandy-skinned, giant lizard, uncurled from her spot under the desk, and stretched out, easily 7 feet long from nose to tail. Her long tongue flicked out to taste the air, and she tilted her head in Badic's direction, looking at him with a longing that asked only 1 question.

"Oh here", *Badic growled, handed her a strip of chewy, dried meat*. "Make it last you, I have no more until we get paid for this trip!"

*He reached over and scratched her under her jaw, then started to jog through the corridors of the refinery, hoping he wasn't too late and missed the truck.

Badic pushed his way through the swinging door, and into the parking garage. He was a stout fellow, with broad shoulders characteristic of his race. His skin was tanned, almost leathery from time spent in the searing desert sun, and hair and beard were a deep mahogany brown that framed his face and ruddy cheeks. Stepping into the garage, he stopped to take a breath, hands on knees, before casting his gaze around the carpool. A moment later, Neveah scurried in behind him*

Action: Badic takes a look around the garage

(Second perception check is made with the new character stats)

Waiting to hear the results of starting our travel into the Shatterpoint Gorge area... :(

Team Desert
A short time later, your map indicates that you should be getting close, and in fact should be seeing the crater any moment now. But as you crest the hill… nothing. There is a cluster of buildings in the distance that you assume to be your destination, but Shatterpoint Girge is nowhere to be seen.

Team Rodney
Badic doesn't see much in the garage as most of the vehicles have been taken out on run already today, but there are a few mechanics running around preparing to receive cargo or working on damaged trucks. There is one truck still in its spot however, manned by a half-orc, a halfling, and two humans. Presumably this is your ride.