Apr 24, 2018 4:01 pm
Howard follows the pump line to find out where all the water is going after it leaves the hole.
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Apr 25, 2018 2:25 am
Marv pats Dutch on the shoulder and says, "Hey, let's find some rope and get down there. I bet those things down there are artifacts. Might give us a clue, yeah? Or be worth a pretty penny?" He smiles at the other man.
Apr 25, 2018 12:51 pm
"Hold on, I've got some rope on me," Barry says, setting the box down and joining the others around the hole before fishing the rope out of his backpack.
Apr 27, 2018 3:13 am
Marv grips the rope, trying to help Howard down.
OOC:
Ooh! Failed roll. What horrors will befall you, now?Apr 27, 2018 7:44 pm
Howard slips, falls heavily to the ground, and his legs dangle in the hole while he grips the earth to keep from sliding in further. He scrambles back to solid ground. "Yeah, on second thought, it might be safer to just wait here. Or maybe I can find some stairs or an elevator."
Apr 29, 2018 2:07 am
Marv chuckles at Howard and moves forward to take the rope and climb down himself.
"I've got this. Let me take a look down there," he says.
"I've got this. Let me take a look down there," he says.
Rolls
Climb v. 30 - (1d100)
(68) = 68
Apr 29, 2018 2:09 am
Marv begins the descent and his feet slip out from under him as he rappels down, slamming his body up against the wall of the pit. He coughs and spits out some of the mud with a nervous laugh. "That didn't work so well... let's try that again." Carefully, he plants his feet on the wall and tries to make his way down again.
OOC:
Pushed that roll, 'cause I really want him to get down there. And to see what horrible thing happens if I fail. Which I did... lol.Last edited April 29, 2018 2:10 am
Rolls
Climbing v. 30, PUSHED - (1d100)
(76) = 76
Apr 29, 2018 7:19 pm
Marv, hands already covered in mud, can't quite make purchase on the rope and as he lowers himself, the rope slips from his grip entirely. He lands back first into the small pool of mud in the center and sinks in so the only part of him sticking out is a shoe, maybe a foot in it, maybe not. The mud seems to be moving all around him now.
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Apr 30, 2018 1:34 am
Marv thrashes in the mud, his limbs flailing out as he tries to fend off the slippery, snake-like shapes that are squirming all around him. As he does so, he tries to find purchase, throwing himself up towards the surface, hands reaching for the rope as he continues to kick out at the... whatever they are.
Rolls
Brawl v. 55 - (1d100)
(80) = 80
Climb v. 30 - (1d100)
(27) = 27
May 1, 2018 6:27 am
Barry aims his shotgun at the pool, ready to fire at anything that follows Marv out. "Come on, give him a hand up!" he shouts at Dutch and Howard.
May 1, 2018 4:40 pm
"Barry Marv, we'll haul you up! Get that rope!" Howard has the rope in hand, ready to help pull Barry out of the hole
Last edited May 1, 2018 8:06 pm
May 1, 2018 5:28 pm
OOC:
Sorry, I wrote a post then lost it somehow... I believe it's Marv (and possibly Howard) that needs saving..."Grab the rope!!!" he roars, nearly crying himself hoarse on the the first warning. "Don't shoot you goddammfool!!!"
By now, his vocal cords are nearly shredded from screaming his lungs out.
May 2, 2018 6:30 am
"I'll shoot you if you don't shut up! Something's in there having a go at him!" Barry shouts back at Dutch, maintaining his aim with the gun.
May 3, 2018 12:50 am
Marv climbs up out of the mud and as his torso and legs emerge, everyone sees tentacles with mouths and razorsharp teeth biting his back and wriggling around trying to find more areas to bite.
Everyone, roll sanity, except Marv, he doesn't feel the bites and can't se the horror of them...yet
Everyone, roll sanity, except Marv, he doesn't feel the bites and can't se the horror of them...yet
May 3, 2018 12:53 am
OOC:
I'm going to assume I need to roll under my score of 50?Rolls
Sanity check - (1d100)
(100) = 100
May 3, 2018 2:46 am
Marv pulls himself up with the rope and the grasping hands of his fellows and falls to the ground, coughing and gasping for air. The puddles on the wet ground ripple with his gasps as he rolls over onto his back, one hand on his chest and the other flung out to his side.
"Something... something is down there. Snakes! I..." The words die on his lips as he gulps more air.
"Something... something is down there. Snakes! I..." The words die on his lips as he gulps more air.
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