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Post by madgenius on Jan 26, 2016 2:28:10 GMT
Gangrel eagerly fills his collection jar with as much water from the trickle as he can, drinking deeply from it, then sputtering and coughing once he tastes how dirty it was. Holding the jar up, it looked like it was used to clean someones boots with. But water was water, and so Gangrel filled the jar again when he had drunk his fill. The ground here didn't exactly seem fruitful, so Gangrel went back the way he came, going as far into the more lush trees as he could while still keeping the cliffs in sight. Following this "treeline", he travels parallel to the cliff. Once again, he keeps his eyes and ears peeled for sighs of water. If he needed, he could always go back to the trickle, but finding a water source that wasn't so dirty would be a luxury, at this point. Not to mention streams and rivers had fish that he could snare somehow, and communities were generally built near lakes and rivers. The sooner he found a village of some kind and figured out where the hell he was, the better. Perception: RaBPeZtJ2d6
I should just put a Perception roll into every post I make, at this point. Gangrel's always gonna be looking for stuff. 2d6
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Post by Slytherclaw on Jan 27, 2016 2:59:30 GMT
Gangrel travels for about an hour before the cliff face he's tracking starts to jut out, cutting off his path as it starts to run perpendicular to its original path. Along the path, he doesn't find more than a few more trickles off the cliff, but at the junction of the two cliff faces, there's an opening in the rocky wall. It's not large, barely enough for two men to walk through it abreast, and the inside is shadowy and dark. Standing outside of it is a strange shape--silvery and blue and tall. It's humanoid, with a glowing, clear dome at the top and...Gangrel pauses as he realizes that inside the dome is a man's head. There's a device in his hands that he's looking down at, and his body is covered in silver and blue armor of some kind, with some form of magic causing circles to glow blue. Wisps of white ooze off of the armor in the warm daylight.
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Post by madgenius on Jan 27, 2016 18:14:26 GMT
Gangrel was at first overjoyed at finding another human, but then became wary as he approached. He hadn't the faintest idea what the hell he was looking at. The armor this man was wearing made Plegian Armorknights look downright normal. Although Gangrel was doubtful that just because he was in weird looking armor meant he would be hostile, he decided against taking chances. He had both Inkay and Aversa (as he had nicknamed the Spritzee. It amused him to name the brat of a Pokemon after that witch) form up behind him, at the ready, but approached the strange blue figure with his most charming and disarming smile. He hails the figure at a distance, giving him plenty of time to assess the situation.
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Post by Slytherclaw on Jan 29, 2016 1:26:42 GMT
The strange figure turns at the sound of Gangrel's approach. Inside, he gets a good look at the man's face. He's pale, with piercing blue eyes, and completely bald. Strange devices inside the dome are connected around his chin, neck, and the top of his skull. As Gangrel approaches, he can feel the chill that radiates off the man.
The man doesn't put the device down, and Gangrel finds himself staring into a hole at the end of it.
"Freeze." He says clearly, looking at Gangrel with a cold expression. "What do you want?"
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Post by madgenius on Jan 30, 2016 3:13:05 GMT
Gangrel halts his advance, not knowing what the device may be but not exactly willing to take chances, especially pointed in his direction as it is.
"I just wanted to know where exactly I am. I'm rather lost, you see. If you could point me in the direction of the nearest village or town, that would be all I require." Gangrel eyed the device being pointed at him, growing slightly unnerved by it. "Or, barring that, to the nearest stream or river. My current supply isn't terribly fit to drink..."
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Post by Slytherclaw on Jan 30, 2016 20:34:01 GMT
The man's face remains cold and impassive. "Unknown." He says, curtly. "I know not where we are and I have no such need." He turns back towards the cave, his back to Gangrel, and takes a step into the darkened entrance.
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Post by madgenius on Feb 1, 2016 0:56:48 GMT
Gangrel scowls at the man's back, wrinkling his nose in distaste, his faux amicability quickly replaced by annoyance. "Well, aren't you helpful." He muttered as he turned away, not caring if the man heard or not. "The first human being I've seen in five days, and this is what I get. Fantastic." He looked about, memorizing the details of the area, making a mental note to come back and give the blue man a piece of his mind (or perhaps a knife 'twixt the shoulder blades) when he wasn't trying to live off of the land. Adjusting his makeshift pack on his shoulder, he continued on his now not so merry way, following the same pattern he had before he met the strange blue man, but following the new set of cliffs. The berries and nuts he had eaten earlier were wearing off pretty fast, and Gangrel's belly gurgled at him. He hoped there were more he could find in the underbrush. He keeps an eye out for anything else he could eat as he traveled. Perception: z0HAT3kY2d6
Gangrel will stop and collect food if he finds any as he travels, but, otherwise, will continue walking until nightfall, or until he finds another person or settlement of some kind. 2d6
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Post by Slytherclaw on Feb 2, 2016 2:53:23 GMT
If you want to search for food, that's a foraging roll (two per day). See the mechanics page. Gangrel has been walking for nearly two hours, hearing the strange creatures in the wilds around him, but nothing seems to seek him out. The air is warm, almost hot, and it's tiring work as he travels--the cliff curves a lot, until he's walking the opposite of the way he'd just started after seeing the strange man, he thinks. And yet...and yet, as Gangrel walks, he feels the air suddenly turn bitter and cold, nearly between one blink and the next. Something hard thunks against his head, and even as he's reaching to find out what, something else hits his shoulder--and something else starts to hit the trees and ground around him. Small ice pellets smack into the ground around him. Another hits him, smacking into his cheek and stinging. There's a cry, from ahead of him. The curve of the cliff keeps Gangrel from seeing what makes it, but it's definitely a human cry, a loud "Ow!" But the hail is picking up, wind starting to roar and hail smacking against bark and rock and ground, and any other noises are whisked away.
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Post by madgenius on Feb 5, 2016 0:27:03 GMT
Gangrel keeps moving forwards, despite the hail, making sure to stay under the trees. As lousy cover as they might be against proper hail, it was certainly better than no cover at all. He continued to move forwards, hopping from tree cover to tree cover, hoping to find the source of the voice ahead of him. With any luck they would be more accommodating than Dome-head, although the only way they would be less accommodating than he was would be if they insult Gangrel's outfit. Odds were thankfully in his favour, this time.
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Post by Slytherclaw on Feb 6, 2016 0:04:27 GMT
As Gangrel breaks through the trees, the hail only gets worse--and it leaves his skin stinging and smarting as he finds what he thinks was likely the source of the voice. There's a man cowering under an underhang of rock, the hail still slipping under and smacking into his skin. There's already a darkening bruise on his forehead where a particularly vicious chunk of hail smacked into him. He's a man of average height, with dark tan skin and grey hair. A beard falls from his chin, well groomed, and he wears a green jacket of some form belted over a yellow tunic. Not far from him, a green unraveling turban is slowly filling with hail. "I'm sorry, great tree spirit!" The man sobs, eyes closed as he covers his head with his arms. "I will not snap your branches again! Forgiiiiivveee meee!" Gangrel takes a tick of damage from hail!
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