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A trio of particularly slutty skanks approach Koran with lusty looks in their eyes....
Hey, why do they really call you "The Hammer", big boy?
They begin to caress his muscled limbs and chest....
We were wondering how many sluts it would take to satisfy a man your size....
One of the three points at Mephos and says, Is he your brother? You guys both look like bad boys of the best kind.... I've heard that boys with a little devil in their blood have forked cocks, is that true? And will it hurt when you stick it me and my friends?
Clearly, the intoxication of freedom has only amplified the promiscuous ones to greater heights of debauchery tonight....
Captain Kermit dances with skanks, a comical sight that elicits loud cheering and chanting of KER-MIT!! KER-MIT!! from the crowd of former cannibals.
G&!!%$N, I WOULD F~@& A CHUUL FOR A F+#$ING BREW RIGHT NOW!!
Kermit shakes his booty to a guitar-and-sing-along version of Play That Funky Music White Boy....
Koran bursts into a peel of deep somewhat frightening nature. he walks away laughing to find someone to fight. he challenges the first burly cannibal he sees to a boxing match.
Kinyama sits in the corner drinking a beer, quietly observing the festivities. he remains in his human form so as not to frighten the ex cannibals
A group of four young men, no more than 15 or 16 years old, seem obsessed with Kinyama, believing him to be a spirit from Japanese mythology and popular manga....
Are you a true kitsune? How old are you?
Can you assume any human form, or just the one you're in now?
How about oni? I guess they exist, too, huh?
Before the Apocalypse, I played a dank kitsune ninja in my buddy Ray's Pathfinder campaign.... He was f*%$in' über broken, Ray hated him, it was sweet.... I wonder if the other guys all got eaten by now....
Koran bursts into a peel of deep somewhat frightening nature. he walks away laughing to find someone to fight. he challenges the first burly cannibal he sees to a boxing match.
He finds no willing takers....
Some of the more intellectual of the former cannibals gravitate to Radsworth, each seeking to pay his deepest respects and express his lifelong gratitude, and even devotion to, if Radsworth will take them into his service.
Among these men are 3 former carpenters, a former electrician, a former auto mechanic, a former biology professor at USF, a former dean of a local public high school, and a former director at the Sarasota Opera House. Certainly not the ignorant louts Radsworth initially took the whole lot of cannibals for....
Kinyama sits in the corner drinking a beer, quietly observing the festivities. he remains in his human form so as not to frighten the ex cannibals
I don't know what this kitsune thing you talk about is. I am a bio engineered super soldier. as for your anime and games none of that matters anymore no until Cthulhu is dealt whit.
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Throughout the night Radsworth very closely observes the people here, especially the educated men who approach him. As they speak with him, a thought process begins in his mind which he cannot shut down, even with a few libations.
While it is completely within his understandable realm of possibility that the only reason any of them acted the way that they did was due to some vile and dark taint spread by the Thing, he is not so ready to consider them *all* redeemable on the grand scale of mankind.
He was applying academic method, classifying and quantifying the situation. A sample must be observed, under closer scrutiny..even if that was simply a pale excuse for a much deeper personal desire he sought to fulfill. He briefly excuses himself from his small group.
Radsworth finds his way up onto a table. He raises his revolver in the air and fires a shot. He holds the smoking revolver aimed at the sky, as well as a glass of dark alcohol in his free hand. The shot rings loud and clear through the air. He is sorry to shatter the jubilant attitude, but this is necessary.
"This colony... has been freed of a great evil! However, it now carries a great burden. While you are not fully responsible for the vile deeds you performed under the shackles you no longer wear, it now falls unto you to ensure that the dark deeds committed under it's power do not repeat. Consider this colony an experiment. Can man survive after stumbling free from the darkness?"
He points first to a teenage girl. She is clearly of asian heritage, with large dark eyes and long black hair. She is also one of the youngest survivors of the colony. She is also not one of the uber-sluts.
"You girl. You shall come with me. I will not harm you, just as I will not harm him."
He points his glass then to another teen, a tall strong boy, 18 or 19 with sandy brown hair and dark blue eyes.
"You two shall be the paragons of this place. You shall come with me to Pandora where you shall be the proof that mankind can recover from the foulest evil. I will not risk leaving you here, where we cannot always be able to intervene."
He looks back up to the crowd in general.
"To the rest of you, we shall leave to create your own law. We cannot know what is necessary to survive here as you will. There will be necessities and risks we cannot guess. I do leave you with a few basic laws.
First, to eat the flesh of another human means death. You will bury or cremate your dead like people. I expect the entire colony to help enforce this law, as any other.
Second, you are free to establish your own system of self governance. You may not however, execute capital punishment until one of us has returned and allows the sentence. The only exception to this is cannibalism.
Third, limit contact with outsiders. Do not reject those seeking shelter, but do not seek them out. This evil on our world is clever and full of trickery. In time, I will report to you locations of other colonies I have deemed safe for you to trade and intermingle with.
Unless one of my colleagues have anything to add, consider this the foundation of your new freedom."
He steps down, then whispers something in the ears of his two chosen students, then leaves them and everyone else to their celebrations.
Perception checks from everyone, please.... And Sense Motive checks if you beat DC 21 on the Perception check....
Perception
Hmmmm.... That's funny.... Wonder where those two are off to?
Sense Motive
Meh.... You're being paranoid, Kermy.... They're probably off to go have sex or something and just have a shred of modesty left over.... Damn, look at that skank shake that ghetto booty!
Perception Sense Motive
Wait a sec.... Where are those two going? .... Duh. To have a little privacy, of course.... Just because all the others seem to have forgotten that there are hotel rooms with beds in them literally 10 ft away.... I don't care if Doc is changing physically, I guess.... As long as he is still the same smart, funny, compassionate man inside.... Well, I hope he doesn't end up getting too freakish....
Did Koran make saves vs the phase spider's poison? First one immediately after he was bit (Fort DC 18), then he drank antitoxin so +5 on subsequent saves if necessary....
fort1d20+6
Oops, there it was....
Constitution damage to Koran on being bitten by The CBD....Need 7 more Fort saves from Koran at DC 18 til he makes two consecutive saves.
Con dmg dealt to Koran by phase spider venom unless he makes DC 18 Fort save (at +5 alchemical bonus from antitoxin....
rd 2
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rd 5
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rd 8
Perception DC 21, if you make that, Sense Motive DC 20....
with antitoxin
with antitoxin
[dice=fort]1d20+11 with antitoxin
[dice=fort]1d20+11 with antitoxin
Koran's white blood cells assault the Phase Spider's venom in his blood stream like a horde of demons descending on a lone angel.....
Koran gets a bit of indigestion, and feels slightly woozy from the phase spider's venom, but he soon sweats it out in a brief fever accompanied by subtly disconcerting hallucinations....
Grimm appreciates the cannibals enjoyment of their newfound liberty, but he is not so quick to trust them. He supports Rad's mandate for their self-governance, thinking that he wished that those were the rules that he had to follow. He sticks close to Kate, wanting to protect her, but also enjoying her companionship. He remembers the pain of losing his wife and doesn't want to feel that again but can't help being attracted to her. He flirts with her and through his classiest innuendo, offers up some possible delights involved with having access to a third arm.
The red haired girl looks through the eye slits of Derrik's visor into his fierce yet soft eyes and smiles sweetly.
Oh! I forgot to tell you my name! .... I'm Amber Lynn. Thank you again for saving us, Derrik. I'll never, ever, ever forget you as long as I live....
Which might not be all that long in this monster-infested hell of a world....
Derrik insists that she not feel obligated to treat him any better than she needs to and waves away her feeling of debt with a hearty chuckle and an honest phrase of doing so for any under oppression. When she asks of his Helmet he stiffens slightly solemn and replies he had not yet earned the right to show his face. he had much to do before that. When she eventually Tell him of her name.. Amber he says it to himself 10 times or so.. as if to memorize it.
" Amber .. Know that there are still good things in this world.. but for now it is dangerous.. I want you to be happy even during this age.. for all the people who have not that chance now.. Like the woman who was killed by the creature not long ago... If You want.. I can ask that you be brought with us to Pandora. But I will tell you now.. I am not one you would want. Not yet at least"
and
Derrik notices that a man and a woman slip away from the celebration and walk off to the north along Ben Franklin Drive, but he does not note the look of anxiety on their faces as they leave....
But I will tell you now.. I am not one you would want. Not yet at least"
I should be the judge of that, don't you think? She puts both hands on the helmet that conceals Derrik's face....
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The man and woman who broke away from the celebration hurry up Ben Franklin Drive.
As the laughter and music grow more distant, the man turns to the woman and speaks, in a voice that does not match his appearance.... It is a voice that sounds like a swarm of bees buzzing in such a way that words are perceived....
The Slime-Shrouded Master will not like this. It will be vexed. There will be pain.
The woman glares at the man and replies in a voice that sounds like steel being twisted....
Why should it not please The Master to know that two of his hated rivals have been exterminated?
The man's face suddenly melts like wax exposed to a furious heat, shriveling, worm-like, a swirl of protoplasmic chaos. The woman transforms as well. Both assume their true shapes with moans of ecstasy.... Faceless, worm-like monsters, only vaguely bipedal, with rippling, clay-like flesh undulating....
Because they were exterminated by their own slaves. That does not bode well.
The faceless stalkers quicken their pace, gamboling up the paved street that becomes a bridge over a man-made canal....
The faceless stalkers stop on the bridge over the canal and look down into the warm, dark water, and wait....
After a long silence, the dark waters begin to bubble and churn as something huge stirs beneath the surface....
Oh wise and all-powerful Slime-Shrouded Master! We, your humble eyes and ears, bring thee tidings of a most alarming nature..... says one of the faceless stalkers to its terrible master....
Speak freely, my children. What is this alarming news you bring?
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The Crawler Between Dimensions and The Thing Under the Balcony have been slain, my lord. We saw strange humanoids....heroes....Come to the Helmsley Sandcastle.... They used magic to find The Crawler Between Dimensions.... They returned carrying its head!.... They brought the head to The Thing Under the Balcony.... It seems The Thing had set these heroes after The Crawler.... But 'twas its own undoing as well.... The heroes hurt The Thing badly in front of its slaves.... The slaves were laughing, and cheering, as they pierced The Thing with their bullets and burnt it with fire!.... The Thing tried to flee, but it was caught in its own lair and torn to bloody ribbons by its own slaves!
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A deep rumble of alien laughter, like a hammer pounding red iron on an anvil, disturbs the water around The Slime-Shrouded Master....
Oh, how I dearly wish I could have seen that with my own eye, my dear children! That would give me such amusement as I have not had in long, terrible aeons. These are strange tidings you bring me, my children. Strange.... Yet also....amusing....
The evil laughter continues, burbling in the dark water of the canal.
What would you have us do, Master?
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Go and learn more of these heroes, my children. Use your devious gifts to become close to them.... Intimate with them.... Learn of their weaknesses.... Learn of their desires....
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We shall not fail you, Master! We shall return at once, and play the part of pitiful slave.... Until we have found out what you seek to know, Master!
Very good, my children.
The Slime-Shrouded Master dismisses its faceless stalkers to their task, and sinks back down into the impenetrable gloom of the canal....
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Derrik place his right hand upon her left as she holds his helmet
" For your safety, I cannot ... Believe in me. You are.. I cannot show myself yet. Until I am sure.. sure that I am able to properly protect .. otherwise.. knowing me outside of name is anathema to those who cannot fight. Enemies such as The Crawler and Thing will be after us all. And they will try and find .. weaknesses... "
His grip tightens to prove a point but never past discomfort, as he trails off.
Team Lido spends the night at the newly liberated Sarasota Sands Resort. The sun rises on the morning of Saturday, the 30th of March. How will Team Lido proceed?
Too the box FOR LOOTS.
Let's check out the cop shop. They should have plenty of useful gear there. Also, the shopping area may have some useful items.
So that's one vote for taking what we've got so far back to The Box, and one vote to go shopping at St Armand's Circle.... Any other ideas? Captain Kermit breaks his fast on a piece of leftover grilled bass and washes it down with the last of the beers the team had found in a cooler at the Helmsley Sandcastle when they were looting The CBD's lair.
I'll never turn down a chance to go shopping.... We might as well see what else we can load onto The Chuul's Folly before we head back to The Box, right?
Radsworth and his new charges muster the next morning with the others. He approaches Kermit, somewhat hesitantly.
"Kermit, I'm not quite sure how to bring this up, but I am taking these two into my care. I do not know Pandora's policy on this sort of thing, but they are young enough to shape and fit enough to contribute. Therefore, my vote is to return to base. We can always come back to St Armands."
He looks back to the teenagers.
"Come along you two." He smiles, his beard bristling. "A higher meaning awaits."
Alrighty, Professor, I'll ready The Chuul's Folly for the trip home, then.
"Y..Yes sir. I will do any ting you want. No hurt me preese."
The young girl is nervous. She is a thin waif of a girl. Her skin is tan and her eyes are dark.
"Yep. Lets get out of this place."
The tall dark youth is obviously fit. His voice is deep and rich. He wears a dirty sweatshirt with a hood that that draws up in the shape of an eagle.
"I never liked these guys. I'll be glad to leave."
Team Lido boards The Chuul's Folly, along with the loot taken from the lairs of the two slain monsters, and three of the liberated former cannibals--Radsworth's two teen charges, and Amber Lynn, who made Derrik promise to take her back to Pandora's Box. It is almost 10 AM when they depart, wished fare well by the crowd of newly freed former cannibals standing on the beach in front of the Sarasota Sands Resort.
At around 2:30 PM, as The Chuul's Folly is skirting the verdant coast, a faint droning buzz grows louder and a dark speck in the blue sky grows larger--a helicopter is flying overhead, coming out of the north and seemingly headed southeast along the coast, following the route to Pandora's Box....
Captain Kermit squints up at the helicopter for a few seconds before waving at it.
"Mista Kermit, do you know dem in dat herricopta?"
Yep! That'll be Hooty's bird returning.... That's good, was starting to think we'd never see him again.... Hope he brought back some decent booze this time.... He's one of three air traders who make the circuit around the handful of friendly survivor strongholds left in the country.... Good guy, Hooty, hope he hasn't had too hard of a time out there.... Kermit shouts to be heard above the rumble of the pontoon motor and the helicopter buzzing overhead.
The helicopter circles overhead, descending to hover about a hundred ft overhead. A voice amplified by a megaphone hails The Chuul's Folly.
Hiya, Kermy! Glad to see you're still hopping around down there.... Everything okay?
Cpt Kermit signals the Okay sign, and waves.