Temple Run

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Jun 20, 2018 9:32 pm
The blast from Rokarr's pistol downs a native and another quick blast wings the last one. The lone, crippled native starts to retreat from the battle but does not get far. He makes it to a grassy space a few yards away before he keels over. Dead and bloody natives lie dead around the party. A good night's sleep ruined.
OOC:
I will pocket those two threat Bardo so kindly gave me. They shall reveal themselves soon.
Jun 21, 2018 12:22 am
Ketta lowers his blaster, and lets it hang from the strap. Walking over to the nearest native, he taps it with his foot, to ensure it's deceased state before kneeling next to the body and searching for items on the native.
OOC:
Ketta wants to loot the bodies for information on who they are and where they came from, and also if there are any gear or items that can be obtained
Jun 21, 2018 3:56 am
The bodies of the natives were relatively sparse in what they had. The clothing was quite primitive leaving the weapons as the only tools of value. The darkness was still clinging to the trees around them but the wind had changed signalling the coming of early morning.
OOC:
The only things the natives are carrying are their weapons which are large axes and javelins. But, since we are looking around, Perception check everyone. Average with a setback due to the darkness.
Jun 21, 2018 4:43 am
Ketta looks around after the battle.

Rolls

Perception Check

2 Success, 1 Advantage, 1 Failure, 3 Threat

Total: 1 Success, 2 Threat

Jun 21, 2018 5:34 am
Are they dead? I think so. Kikli pokes his head out from cover, scanning for danger.

Rolls

Perception

1 Success, 1 Triumph, 2 Threat

Total: 1 Success, 2 Threat, 1 Triumph

Jun 22, 2018 1:31 am
"This was fun, can we do it again?" [eager glee] Tark asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet, his words and posture conveying the excitement that was lacking in his voice.

Rolls

Perception

2 Advantage, 2 Threat

Darkness

1 Failure

Total: 1 Failure

Jun 25, 2018 3:34 pm
Rokarr spins his pistols into their holsters, smiling his fanged grin. "Not bad boys, not bad. Stay alert though, that wasn't enough to wipe out the last patrol that came through here. Probably just a scouting party. I don't think any of us are getting any more sleep tonight." Sniffing, Rokarr scans the darkness, looking for any more natives ready to strike.

Rolls

Perception

2 Success, 1 Advantage, 1 Triumph, 2 Failure, 2 Threat

Total: 1 Threat, 1 Triumph

Jun 25, 2018 11:03 pm
A quick glance around reveals nothing of notice. However, Fiksu Ketta walks around the bodies strewn out here and there. As he looks around, he catches some movement out of the corner of his eye just outside the ruins and slightly within the tree-line surrounding it.
OOC:
The threat everyone generated will be strain. But there are not one, but two hanging triumphs. What, pray tell, does the party have in mind for them?
Jun 26, 2018 6:05 am
OOC:
Perhaps I notice something closeby whatever is spying on us that could hamper it, ideally without killing it.
Jun 26, 2018 9:03 pm
SebastianBruce says:
A quick glance around reveals nothing of notice. However, Fiksu Ketta walks around the bodies strewn out here and there. As he looks around, he catches some movement out of the corner of his eye just outside the ruins and slightly within the tree-line surrounding it.
Ketta's ears perk up at and begin twisting independently to locate the source of the sound.
Quiet now! Something there. Many around.

Trying to sniff the breeze and get a better direction, he arches his body, stiffens his back, raises up on the toes, as a sharp bolt of pain distracts his attempt taking 2 strain. Ketta grabs his shoulder where the spear had struck, a darkened stain grows ever larger under his shirt.

Reaching into the leg pocket of his pants, he pulls out a stimpack. Biting the tip of the injector, he pulls off the protective cap, revealing the syringe. He delicately injects the medicine at the wound site until the pack is empty healing 5 wounds. He takes the cap out of his mouth, replaces it over the syringe and puts it in his bag.

Clutching his weapon, he scampers back toward the party, and the light of the Fusion Lantern. Taking cover behind some of the stony rubble.
Jun 27, 2018 3:08 am
"Oooh, another fight?" [eager anticipation]
OOC:
I'm going to give Tark 2 Conflict, 1 each for this and the last post, for his eagerness to fight.
Jun 27, 2018 10:09 pm
Alerted to the scuffling thanks to Ketta, the party could now tell in what general direction it was coming from. Kikli peers into morning night and makes out a large nest (from his memory of the area, probably a nest of the rather large Hiklee bird) dangling precariously above the general area of the scuffling. Strangely, whatever was making the noise didn't seem to be moving at a fast pace. Or at all.
OOC:
Kikli's triumph is that the nest above the scuffling is large, bowl-like, and likely at any provocation. An easy ranged attack (with the setback for the dark) just might make it fall.
Jun 28, 2018 2:45 am
Prepare yourself. Gonna draw it out. Carefully aiming his blaster at the nest, Kikli fires off a shot. It finds its mark easily, Kikli hopes everyone witnessed such a display of marksmanship as he grins.
OOC:
Aimed shot
Last edited June 28, 2018 2:46 am

Rolls

nest shot

3 Success, 3 Advantage, 2 Threat

Total: 3 Success, 1 Advantage

Jun 29, 2018 12:03 am
Kikli cooly fires off a shot at the nest. And it is, indeed, a beautiful shot. The branch breaks and the nest falls heavily to the ground. There is a audible "OOF" and then nothing. A flock of birds cry out irritably at the continued disturbance and fly off to find some peace and quiet.

The sounds of the forest return and the crashed nest lie there in the growing light of the morning.
OOC:
The advantage can be that the shot is done in such a proficient way that all are in awe of your talents. It's like you are a gunslinger or something. ;-)
Jun 29, 2018 12:03 am
Kikli cooly fires off a shot at the nest. And it is, indeed, a beautiful shot. The branch breaks and the nest falls heavily to the ground. There is a audible "OOF" and then stillness. A few rustlings of the nest occur here and there. Then, whoever was under the nest apparently gave up. A flock of birds cry out irritably at the continued disturbance and fly off to find some peace and quiet.

The sounds of the forest return and the crashed nest lie there in the growing light of the morning.
OOC:
The advantage can be that the shot is done in such a proficient way that all are in awe of your talents. It's like you are a gunslinger or something. ;-)

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