Character: Trol GraneZZZzzZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZzzzzzzZZZzzzzZzz...
No, I don't want to... the cheese is too big... all going purple... the dolphin knows.... ZZzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz
You can wake up next turn.
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 90/100
Carried Weight: 39/230
Attire: Loose black Jumpsuit, Enchained insignia, fine. [8lbs] Light Body Armor, fine. [25lbs]
Inv:
Small knife [1lbs]
Chimera Pistol [15, 5lbs]
2 .22 caliber clips. [15, neg.]
Status: Asleep, Barracks, in bed.
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Character: Tarran SmithBored, my guy randomly wanders around until he reaches the matriarch.
[Luck roll 2] You wander aimlessly for a while getting a lay of the facility as much as anything else, you can't seem to keep your bearings though and you're not sure how much good this is doing you. [Luck 4] You wander around a bit more, eventually you begin to see how everything fits together, and while you aren't sure how many places you could find if your life depended on it, you know more than before. [Luck roll 2, Taric luck 2] Rounding a corner you run into Taric, literally. [End roll 5] You manage to imitate a fairly solid wall and remain standing. [Taric endurance 2] One of your knees hits taric awkwardly, he collapses sideways turning several interesting colors. Ouch.
Health: 75/75
Stamina: 60/75
Carried Weight: 18/150
Attire: Loose black jumpsuit, Unchained insignia, excellent. [8lbs]
Inv:
Renfield SMG (30 10lbs)
4 .115 spike clips (30, neg.)
Status: Fine, hallway near the comms tower.
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Character: Taric SizierRegroup
Okay... Well that settles that. You get out of Cassandra's hair as quickly and quietly as possible, you wonder how anyone could have told that woman no to anything to her face. You need to find the others, you have a feeling that Cassandra would not be happy if you failed to meet with Praetor Morgan at the scheduled time. [Taric luck roll 2, Tarran luck roll 2] The training hall is your best bet, most of them were down ther- You smash into Tarran as you both round a corner [Tarran End 5] you practically bounce off the man, he may not be big but he is solid. [Taric end roll 2] A fact his knee in your groin proves admirably, as you collapse sideways you begin to really REALLY hate this bastard.
Health: 70/70
Stamina: 55/70
Carried Weight: 60/170
Attire: Loose Black jumpsuit, Unchained Insignia, great. [8lbs] Standard Body armor, fine. [35lbs]
Inv:
Taric's ALR Broadbeam (10, 17lbs)
Energy Cell
Status: On ground, In pain, hallway near the comms tower.
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Character: Dominique Wakeman"Yeah, I hear ya. I think I'll go back to my bunk and lay down for awhile." Dom gathered her items and left, intending to get some rest. The doc had said she could sleep it off, and while she didn't really believe it, she planned to at least try it out. At the very least a little shuteye would do her some good.
[Intuition 3+1 familiar] You find your way back to your barracks, a day or two here and you'll be able to walk the place like any of the Unchained, your ribs twinge beneath their bindings reminding you of what the doctor said. You hope what the doctor said was true, you really do, but you know things just don't work like that. Of course not too long ago you would have said that there was no possible way to move something with your mind, and yet you've done that. The sight of your bunk takes you from your musings, it might not be down and comforters, but it is horizontal and vaguely comfortable. [End 5] It might have been your ribs, or the fact that you haven't had enough natural sleep recently, but whatever the cause you go out like a light when your head hits the pillow.
Ribs are mending rapidly, two turns until they heal fully. Regenerating 20 Stamina per turn.
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 63/95
Carried Weight: 43/210
Attire: Loose black jumpsuit, unchained insignia, average. [8lbs] Light Body Armor, fine. [25lbs]
Inv:
Chimera Pistol [15, 5lbs]
2 .22 caliber clips. [15, neg.]
Stun Baton [50/50, 5lbs]
Status: Fractured rib (Bandaged, treated, healing), Barracks, asleep.
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Topic: Deviation-22. The End of All Things. (Read 537290 times)