Xantolos - The Tower
Your tower looks something like this. Except taller, and imagine its extremely tall, and constructed out of three massive logs (I call them Cesswood trees) leaning against one another, with lots of smaller ones criss-crossing the construction on each side horizontally, spaced about three feet apart each, so one would literally have to climb to reach the top. Its no watchtower; there is no platform, just a small perch at the top made of cloth with sleeves and baskets tied to the logs near the top where you keep your essentials and tools. The horizontal logs that support the construction and give you a way to reach the top start about 8 feet from the ground. You have a ladder, also made of wood, which you use to reach the first log. You pull it up with you and tie it down flat along the first horizontal log whenever you scale the tower, and let it down whenever you want to leave. Make sense so far? In the meantime:
You rise from the cloth hammock hung from where the three main timbers meet, and reach for a leather thong you nailed to one of them, swinging your way to the nearest horizontal timber. You walk to one end of the timber, where it meets one of the main vertical timbers, and rummage through the sack you have strung tightly to it, like a massive pants' pocket. You remove a small iron rod and a pair of gloves, and let the lip of the pocket fall back to cover the opening. You don the gloves and uncork the oil gourd hanging from your hip, tipping it right side down and letting the rich fluid soak the soft leather, then set to rubbing down the timbers. Its hard work, and takes half the morning, but you assures yourself its well worth the effort. You stick the thick metal rod into each of the bindings in turn and twist it clockwise, tightening the existing knots and retying those that have come undone. You're pouring with sweat by the time you're finished, and you make sure to take a refreshing gulp from your water flask.
You hear a voice echoing up from the grassy plain below.
Ho up there! A fine morn eh Watcher? You turn your head to look down at the man waving up at you, obviously tall despite the distance between you, one massive hand shielding his eyes from the late morning sun. A wide grin spreads across your face.
Batzuso! What are you doing up this early? Normally one'd find you snoring at your bed about this hour! The massive warrior's laugh booms up at you.
I thought you deserved a wake up calling, seeing as how you do us down at the village such good! Seems rude not to at least try to repay you once in a while, no matter how much you do hate it. He lowers his hand and strides back towards where he left his horse standing. He calls back over his shoulder.
Head up and take one last look around, then get your weapon and come down! I'll be waiting!Pufferfish - Epidemic
You move on to stand in front of the next door, glancing down the hallway as you do so to check how many remain, and find exactly four left until the corridor ends abruptly with a small window, its frame polished and the frosted glass pane letting in a dim glow of sunshine. You let out an exasperated sigh and turn your attention back to the door before you. Your blood grows cold, and your mouth is suddenly very dry. A naked man stands in the open doorway, his body covered in pulsating growths and his skin torn to shreds. Black blood, infected blood, oozes from his wounds, dripping into a small puddle that has formed around whats left of his feet. He emits a low, sobbing groan and lurches forward, his one rotting eye rolling in its swollen and blackened socket.
SomeStupidGuy - Powder
Its a sure thing mate. He gestures into the darkness.
The secondary lift is somewhere in here, as well as the tunnel leading back to the main shaft. I tried to look for it, but those things stopped me. He leans against his shovel and scratches his neck, staring up at the ceiling thoughtfully.
Not sure if we could make it past them, but I guess its worth a shot..
Pufferfish - Allora
Warm Rags + Leather Overcoat [pack of cigarettes, Terrence the Amorphous Blob, switchblade, revolver (empty)] + B-3 Gas Mask (doesn't need filters), Long Lead Pipe [last seen on ground behind reception desk], Briefcase [in hand; full bottle of whiskey, 4 tins of spam, 10 cans of fruit], Backpack [broken gas mask]
SomeStupidGuy - Finn (Teal)
Loose Cotton Shirt and Trousers [matches, two cigarettes, wallet, 3 sticks of dynamite, carton of fuses], Pickaxe [right hand], Gas Lantern [left hand]
Xantolos - Richard
Light Robes [water flask (nearly full), stoppered glass of oil (empty), dirk], Cloth Mask, Soft Boots
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