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clanjos@Mae Thank you. I'll check out the RP for which you gave me a link. I haven't been putting a lot of time into this RP idea simply because I can't find an easy way to work it. Maybe your ideas will help me.
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The Zombie Apocalypse Begins
The Zombie Apocalypse Begins
NOTE: At the moment, this role play is closed to KingOfNowhere. We are going to test it out – sort of a beta test – before I consider opening it to other players.
The Story
The DarkStalkers
Your beginning situation:
Your PC’s Roles:
Your PC’s Skills:
Die Roll Basics:
Scouting Die Rolls:
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- Scouts work alone, without Fighter protection, to maintain silence. (This may change later.)
- Scouts investigate areas of different size, from single rooms to full building floors to entire city blocks. The number of DarkStalkers, resources, and/or Survivors are often magnified with the larger size of areas investigated.
- Scouts may discover DarkStalkers, resources, and/or additional Survivors in the same location. (Obviously, if DarkStalkers and Survivors are in the same location, the latter must be hiding or trapped.)
Scouting can be as much as a 4-die roll process:
- Roll for a "Taking a Peek".
- Roll for actual "Scouting".
- Roll for "Recovery" if injured.
- Roll for "DarkStalkers Discovered" if such exist.
Taking a Peek:
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[*]Performed from the safe side of the secured perimeter, meaning the Scout can't be harmed or killed.
[*]A Scout can only roll "Taking a Peek" once per day, and no other Scout may roll for it for the same space/area in that same day.
[*]Roll 1d6 and subtract from the PC's Scouting Skill Level:
- <3: Peek is inconclusive.
- 3: Scout spots DarkStalkers. Skip to "DarkStalkers Discovered".
- 4: Scout spots evidence of Survivors. Skip to "Scouting" (if you wish to do that).
- 5: Scout spots resources. Skip to "Scouting" (if you wish to do that).
Scouting: Roll 1d6 and add +1 modifier for each Scouting Skill Level >5:
- 1: Attacked and killed by DarkStalkers. (Skip "Recovery" and "DarkStalkers Discovered": you're dead!)
- 2: Attacked and injured by DarkStalkers before escaping; no time to investigate for Survivors or Resources.
- 3: Attacked and injured by DarkStalkers before escaping; discovered Resources but had no time to salvage.
- 4: Attacked by DarkStalkers but escaped without injury; discovered Resources but only salvaged what you could carry.
- 5: NO DarkStalkers; discovered Survivors. Perform "Recruitment" roll (found below).
- 6: NO DarkStalkers; discovered Resources. Roll for "Salvage" (found below).
Recovery: This is the one of those cases where a bigger die roll is bad. Roll and modify as described:
- Roll 3d6 and modify for EACH of the following:
- -2 if you have a trained Medic or Nurse.
- -2 if you have a Surgeon.
- -2 if you have reclaimed a Clinic and have a Surgeon.
- -2 if you have reclaimed a Hospital and have a Surgeon.
- AFTER modifiers:
- 12+: you die of your injuries or infection.
- 11: you are permanently disabled; no more Scouting.
- 10 or less: this is the number of days you are out of action.
"DarkStalkers Discovered": This is another case of where bigger rolls are bad. Round fractions down:
- 1d6: a single room.
- 2d6: An apartment, home, or small office.
- 3d6: An open, multi-floor building (such as a warehouse or commercial building). Apartment buildings and such are usually divided by closed doors. Common sense must be applied to determine whether you are rolling for an "apartment" or a "multi-floor building".
- 4d6: A city block.
Obviously, not done yet.
(Coming)
Annie's heart was pounding after telling King that she preferred to have him deflower her, opposed to Paul having the privilege. She was sure he would laugh at her; she was a girl, innocent and naive about so many things, particularly the ways of sex and love.
Instead, King said, "I'm honored, Annie. I really am. I, um ... You're a beautiful young woman, Annie. And ... like I said ... I'd be honored to, um ... how do I put this...? Honored to be with you."
Be with you. Annie had never heard it put that way before. Of course, she'd only ever talked about her upcoming coming of age and the associated, impending loss of her virginity with her father and Tyka, the Clan's match maker.
Well, no, that wasn't true, she remembered suddenly. Annie had had an intimate conversation, followed by a very intimate physical exchange, with one of the young women in Black Rock some time back. Annie and her father had been in the village to the northeast for, of all things, Bran's breeding with one of Black Rock's fertile women. The two teens had shared the other girl's bed, shared a giggling conversation about what her father was doing, then shared the pleasures of soft lips and probing fingers.
It had been a wondrous moment for Annie, one she'd wanted to repeat again on a subsequent visit to Black Rock. Knowing that she and the three men on this mission were heading for the village had caused her to think about the other girl several times. Ironically, every time she recalled that incredible time, Annie looked to King and imagined him causing her such pleasures in both similar and very different ways.
King chuckled, seemingly embarrassed about the ongoing conversation, telling her, "I don't think your father would be very happy with me screwing up the plans he and your match maker have for you."
Annie considered responding with You might be surprised. Bran was all too aware of his daughter's dislike for Paul and, obviously, her preference that he never lay between her thighs, filling her with his seed. Annie had never actually told Bran this outright, of course; she would never disappoint him by bucking the Clan's customs. But still, he knew.
At the same time, Annie's actions regarding King had made it clear that she liked him, and again, while she hadn't said it out loud, the man had to know of Annie's attraction to the man. How could a father miss that?
"That being said," King continued, "I would love to be your lover."
Annie's lips spread in a wide smile of delight as a chill ran up her spine and gooseflesh erupted over her arms and legs. She responded with a simple but blunt, "Me, too."
Motion attracted her attention, and looking toward the other boat, Annie found her father gesturing northward to a point of land much as she had the day before toward the threatening storm.
"Black Rock," she said, nodding her head toward the point to draw King's attention to it. "It's just on the other side of that point. That point is Black Rock, actually ... the source of the name. It's called obsidian. We make arrowheads out of it."
She carefully tossed one of her arrows to King, continuing, "Humans have been making arrow and spear points and knives and other sharp edged tools from obsidian for thousands of years. That's what I'm told, anyway. It's one of Black Rock's most important products, 'cause there's not a lot of known obsidian beds. Here and another spot to the north, plus one on the other side of the island, beyond the Great Lake."
Seeing Bran and Paul tacking to the northwest, Annie instructed King to begin the same thing. Once they were on course again, she turned her attention back to King. Knowing she was being forward but not caring, she informed the man of her lustful dreams, "I come of age in three moons. There will be a ceremony ... and ... after that..."
Annie didn't think she had to actually finish that sentence; King surely knew where she was going with it. Still being blunt, she told the man with firmness, "By then, I will have convinced my father that -- as I do now -- he should be excited about you being min første ... my first."
She glanced toward the other boat, this time toward the man who, for at least three years, had imagined that it would be he who made a woman of Annie. Knowing how this would affect him and yet not caring, Annie said, "Paul will have to wait for his turn."
She wasn't really thinking about what King might think about her meaning when she said he'd have to wait his turn. Even though Annie wanted her first breeding to be with King, she would still be obligated to birth a child with Paul one day soon, perhaps two or three years from now. King didn't know the particulars of her Clan's genetic diversity culture, so he couldn't know that most of the females of the Clan would have at least one child with at least three different unrelated males.
Often, a female would have a male or female child with a male, then have a second child in an attempt to produce a child of the other gender. This didn't happen all the time, obviously; there were many couplings that had resulted in two or three children of the same gender. These genetically similar children of the same gender weren't really needed in a single village, of course, so there was a second custom in which some children were adopted to families of other villages. This wasn't a mandatory thing, of course; many women were unwilling to give away a child, and in such cases, no demands were made. Honestly, Annie only knew of two women who'd ever chosen to do this, and -- because of the honor bestowed upon them for their sacrifice -- neither of them had suffered deeply emotional distress for what they did.
Instead, King said, "I'm honored, Annie. I really am. I, um ... You're a beautiful young woman, Annie. And ... like I said ... I'd be honored to, um ... how do I put this...? Honored to be with you."
Be with you. Annie had never heard it put that way before. Of course, she'd only ever talked about her upcoming coming of age and the associated, impending loss of her virginity with her father and Tyka, the Clan's match maker.
Well, no, that wasn't true, she remembered suddenly. Annie had had an intimate conversation, followed by a very intimate physical exchange, with one of the young women in Black Rock some time back. Annie and her father had been in the village to the northeast for, of all things, Bran's breeding with one of Black Rock's fertile women. The two teens had shared the other girl's bed, shared a giggling conversation about what her father was doing, then shared the pleasures of soft lips and probing fingers.
It had been a wondrous moment for Annie, one she'd wanted to repeat again on a subsequent visit to Black Rock. Knowing that she and the three men on this mission were heading for the village had caused her to think about the other girl several times. Ironically, every time she recalled that incredible time, Annie looked to King and imagined him causing her such pleasures in both similar and very different ways.
King chuckled, seemingly embarrassed about the ongoing conversation, telling her, "I don't think your father would be very happy with me screwing up the plans he and your match maker have for you."
Annie considered responding with You might be surprised. Bran was all too aware of his daughter's dislike for Paul and, obviously, her preference that he never lay between her thighs, filling her with his seed. Annie had never actually told Bran this outright, of course; she would never disappoint him by bucking the Clan's customs. But still, he knew.
At the same time, Annie's actions regarding King had made it clear that she liked him, and again, while she hadn't said it out loud, the man had to know of Annie's attraction to the man. How could a father miss that?
"That being said," King continued, "I would love to be your lover."
Annie's lips spread in a wide smile of delight as a chill ran up her spine and gooseflesh erupted over her arms and legs. She responded with a simple but blunt, "Me, too."
Motion attracted her attention, and looking toward the other boat, Annie found her father gesturing northward to a point of land much as she had the day before toward the threatening storm.
"Black Rock," she said, nodding her head toward the point to draw King's attention to it. "It's just on the other side of that point. That point is Black Rock, actually ... the source of the name. It's called obsidian. We make arrowheads out of it."
She carefully tossed one of her arrows to King, continuing, "Humans have been making arrow and spear points and knives and other sharp edged tools from obsidian for thousands of years. That's what I'm told, anyway. It's one of Black Rock's most important products, 'cause there's not a lot of known obsidian beds. Here and another spot to the north, plus one on the other side of the island, beyond the Great Lake."
Seeing Bran and Paul tacking to the northwest, Annie instructed King to begin the same thing. Once they were on course again, she turned her attention back to King. Knowing she was being forward but not caring, she informed the man of her lustful dreams, "I come of age in three moons. There will be a ceremony ... and ... after that..."
Annie didn't think she had to actually finish that sentence; King surely knew where she was going with it. Still being blunt, she told the man with firmness, "By then, I will have convinced my father that -- as I do now -- he should be excited about you being min første ... my first."
She glanced toward the other boat, this time toward the man who, for at least three years, had imagined that it would be he who made a woman of Annie. Knowing how this would affect him and yet not caring, Annie said, "Paul will have to wait for his turn."
She wasn't really thinking about what King might think about her meaning when she said he'd have to wait his turn. Even though Annie wanted her first breeding to be with King, she would still be obligated to birth a child with Paul one day soon, perhaps two or three years from now. King didn't know the particulars of her Clan's genetic diversity culture, so he couldn't know that most of the females of the Clan would have at least one child with at least three different unrelated males.
Often, a female would have a male or female child with a male, then have a second child in an attempt to produce a child of the other gender. This didn't happen all the time, obviously; there were many couplings that had resulted in two or three children of the same gender. These genetically similar children of the same gender weren't really needed in a single village, of course, so there was a second custom in which some children were adopted to families of other villages. This wasn't a mandatory thing, of course; many women were unwilling to give away a child, and in such cases, no demands were made. Honestly, Annie only knew of two women who'd ever chosen to do this, and -- because of the honor bestowed upon them for their sacrifice -- neither of them had suffered deeply emotional distress for what they did.
"I don't know much about what happened way back when," King told Annie. "I don't think anyone does."
Annie had no reason not to believe him; she was an intelligent, fast-learning girl, but she lacked an understanding of the world that had once been, so there was little to no way for her to question what might have come before.
Soon, they were again on the water on the way to rescue the girl from King's boat. Annie had smiled with delight when her father told King to ride with her, and now out on the gentle waves, she was doing as he was, dividing her attention between the other boat and her boatmate.
"So ... can you tell me more about this ... breeding custom of yours...?" King asked.
The question surprised Annie, then caused her to blush as she recalled flashing herself to him the night before. Oh sure, each of the three men had had the chance to see her, but Annie had done it for King's benefit. (Bran and Paul had each seen Annie in her underclothes over the years while she swam with others in the surf down from the village; and once, she and several of the girls had been skinny dipping in a hot spring while on an overnight hunting trip and had been caught by some of the men, including Paul.)
King continued, "I mean ... I've seen my share of customs when it comes to marriage, raising families, and the like. But this is the first time I've heard of a match maker arranging breeding ... as opposed to marriages."
This didn't surprise Annie. Her village and several others across Southern Greenland worked together in what King had described as a breeding custom, ensuring that their populations created genetic diversity. But there were other villages, most of them farther to the north or on the islands to the west of Greenland's extreme north.
"Can you tell me more about it...?" King continued. "...and ... if it's not private ... personal ... can you tell me about you and Paul? I mean ... how do you feel about that?"
Annie turned her face away at the mention of Paul, fearing King would see her grimace. When she looked back, she told him bluntly, "Paul wasn't my choice. Tyka chose him. She chose him, and my father approved. But ... I'd rather..."
She hesitated, drawing and releasing a deep breath as she considered whether she should say what was on her mind. Feeling bold, she confessed, "I'd rather it was you."
Annie had no reason not to believe him; she was an intelligent, fast-learning girl, but she lacked an understanding of the world that had once been, so there was little to no way for her to question what might have come before.
Soon, they were again on the water on the way to rescue the girl from King's boat. Annie had smiled with delight when her father told King to ride with her, and now out on the gentle waves, she was doing as he was, dividing her attention between the other boat and her boatmate.
"So ... can you tell me more about this ... breeding custom of yours...?" King asked.
The question surprised Annie, then caused her to blush as she recalled flashing herself to him the night before. Oh sure, each of the three men had had the chance to see her, but Annie had done it for King's benefit. (Bran and Paul had each seen Annie in her underclothes over the years while she swam with others in the surf down from the village; and once, she and several of the girls had been skinny dipping in a hot spring while on an overnight hunting trip and had been caught by some of the men, including Paul.)
King continued, "I mean ... I've seen my share of customs when it comes to marriage, raising families, and the like. But this is the first time I've heard of a match maker arranging breeding ... as opposed to marriages."
This didn't surprise Annie. Her village and several others across Southern Greenland worked together in what King had described as a breeding custom, ensuring that their populations created genetic diversity. But there were other villages, most of them farther to the north or on the islands to the west of Greenland's extreme north.
"Can you tell me more about it...?" King continued. "...and ... if it's not private ... personal ... can you tell me about you and Paul? I mean ... how do you feel about that?"
Annie turned her face away at the mention of Paul, fearing King would see her grimace. When she looked back, she told him bluntly, "Paul wasn't my choice. Tyka chose him. She chose him, and my father approved. But ... I'd rather..."
She hesitated, drawing and releasing a deep breath as she considered whether she should say what was on her mind. Feeling bold, she confessed, "I'd rather it was you."
The next sunrise:
Annie was the first of the four to stir, sitting up tall to study the three men for a moment before gingerly slipping out of the bed. She repeated her actions from the previous night in reverse, shedding the sleeping gown to stand there in only her panties before donning her clothes once more.
After tying up her boots, Annie fed the fire just enough kelp wood to heat a small pot of mate, then headed outside to pee. It was a beautiful morning, quite surprising as the previous evening had come to a close as a potentially dangerous storm.
Finding a rookery on a nearby cliff, Annie stole one egg from each of eight different nests, carrying them carefully in her pack back to the camp, where she found the others up and around.
“Breakfast,” she announced, pulling out the eggs.
The bedding was once again rolled up, the fire again stoked, and slices of hare in whale oil were already cooking in a pan. Annie scrambled the eggs, distributed them, and after everyone had finished, she gathered the plates and forks.
“Will you help me wash the dishes, King?” Annie asked as she exited the tent.
“Take the bed roll, since you're going that way,” Bran said, gesturing toward it. “Paul and I will take down the tent.”
Paul looked a bit sour at the distribution of work, specifically the way it put his lust interest together with his rival. He didn't argue it, though, instead smothering the small fire with dirt before heading out to begin pulling up stakes.
At the shore, Annie waited for a wave to recede, then rinsed the dishware off in a pool of salt water in a small depression. She nodded King’s attention to the sea, which had calmed so much since last they were on it.
“I'm always amazed at how quickly Mother Nature can show her power in one moment … her ability to so easily kill you if she chooses to do so,” she mused, “then, the next moment, show her beauty … her peacefulness … the side that cherishes life.”
“The Elders of our village don't talk about the world as it was before,” she went on. “I know there was a sickness … and a war.”
She didn't speak of global warming because, surprisingly, she knew nothing of it. Annie knew that her home had, once upon a time, had a great amount of snow and ice, but the concept that Greenland had once been covered by hundreds of feet of ice sheets and glaciers was foreign to her.
“Papa won't tell me about what happened,” Annie said, looking to King expectantly. She didn't ask him to tell her more, but it was in her eyes.
Annie was the first of the four to stir, sitting up tall to study the three men for a moment before gingerly slipping out of the bed. She repeated her actions from the previous night in reverse, shedding the sleeping gown to stand there in only her panties before donning her clothes once more.
After tying up her boots, Annie fed the fire just enough kelp wood to heat a small pot of mate, then headed outside to pee. It was a beautiful morning, quite surprising as the previous evening had come to a close as a potentially dangerous storm.
Finding a rookery on a nearby cliff, Annie stole one egg from each of eight different nests, carrying them carefully in her pack back to the camp, where she found the others up and around.
“Breakfast,” she announced, pulling out the eggs.
The bedding was once again rolled up, the fire again stoked, and slices of hare in whale oil were already cooking in a pan. Annie scrambled the eggs, distributed them, and after everyone had finished, she gathered the plates and forks.
“Will you help me wash the dishes, King?” Annie asked as she exited the tent.
“Take the bed roll, since you're going that way,” Bran said, gesturing toward it. “Paul and I will take down the tent.”
Paul looked a bit sour at the distribution of work, specifically the way it put his lust interest together with his rival. He didn't argue it, though, instead smothering the small fire with dirt before heading out to begin pulling up stakes.
At the shore, Annie waited for a wave to recede, then rinsed the dishware off in a pool of salt water in a small depression. She nodded King’s attention to the sea, which had calmed so much since last they were on it.
“I'm always amazed at how quickly Mother Nature can show her power in one moment … her ability to so easily kill you if she chooses to do so,” she mused, “then, the next moment, show her beauty … her peacefulness … the side that cherishes life.”
“The Elders of our village don't talk about the world as it was before,” she went on. “I know there was a sickness … and a war.”
She didn't speak of global warming because, surprisingly, she knew nothing of it. Annie knew that her home had, once upon a time, had a great amount of snow and ice, but the concept that Greenland had once been covered by hundreds of feet of ice sheets and glaciers was foreign to her.
“Papa won't tell me about what happened,” Annie said, looking to King expectantly. She didn't ask him to tell her more, but it was in her eyes.
“I didn't mean to be a problem, Bran,” King said after a moment of thought. “If you ask, I will maintain my distance from Annie.”
Bran’s immediate thought was Yes, please, do that. He was still unsure about King's presence in his community; there were simply too many unknowns. But just as quickly as he'd thought that, a second and then third thought came to him: No, we need you here, I think. You're a good man from what I've seen so far, , followed quickly by And Annie likes you, you make her happy, which makes ME happy, and even though I barely know you, I think I'd rather have you ‘deflower’ my child over that prick Paul.
Bran almost laughed at that thought but contained himself.
King added, “All you have to do is ask.”
Bran delayed responding to King by indicating the need to tack again. They swung the stern of the boat to port, aiming the bow away from the shore. Bran looked to the other boat, finding its crew mirroring the action, then looked to King as the man adjusted the lines to maximize the power of the wind against the sail.
“I won't ask that of you,” he said when the other man looked at him again. “My daughter seems to enjoy your company. And…”
Bran considered speaking to King about his daughter’s likely desire to breed with him, as well as his own uncertainties as to whether or not he disapproved of it. In the end, Bran finished with a simple, “It's fine.”
A whistle sounded across the water, drawing Bran’s attention to the other boat. He found his daughter excitedly pointing north. He crouched down enough to follow her gesture under the boom.
“We need to get to shore,” Bran told King with some urgency. He drew the other man's attention to the dark clouds on the horizon to the north. “It'll be here in a couple of hours, maybe less. We don't want to be out here.”
Bran had noticed the increasing wind speed, but until an eastern tack had taken them out far enough to see past the point to the north of them, he'd failed to notice the building storm. He felt stupid and even a bit irresponsibly reckless for not having noticed the danger earlier.
It took nearly an hour to reach shore, despite having only been three or four miles off shore; they’d been outside a line of cliffs when Annie pointed out the storm, and it had taken a half dozen tacks to get them to a section of open beach.
Once ashore, they hurried to pull the boats up to safety, then – even farther up the shore where they found ground firm enough to hold the tent stakes – quickly raised a hide tent. It was already pouring down by the time they were secure inside. Over the next hour, the wind got worse, howling and threatening to rip the stakes out of the ground.
“We'll be okay,” Bran reassured King. “We've survived worse storms than this in this tent.”
Annie untied the bed rolls, laying out the layers with Paul's help while Bran built a fire using the seasoned tinder and kelp logs they'd brought with them. Digging a shallow ditch around the interior where the tent’s walls meet the ground, they were able to keep the rain falling on and near the tent from reaching the one large bed that the four of them were meant to share.
“I'm tired,” Annie announced once all the preparation for bedtime was done. Moving to stand with her back to the three men, she very quickly shed everything but her panties, before kneeling to retrieve a long sleeping gown from her bag, don it, then turn back to her tent mates. Looking between the men from her village with whom she'd shared a bed on campouts before, Annie asked in their first tongue, “Jeg tror jeg sover mellem jer to, ikke?”
King couldn't know that the girl had asked I guess I'm sleeping between you two, yes? As her father threw back the bedding and the three of them began settling in, he would probably figure it out, though.
“Take the edge nearest the fire,” Bran told King. The man smiled, explaining, “You're as close to a gæst … a guest … as we've ever had, so…”
Paul – who realized that the sleeping arrangement put the newcomer next to him – gave Bran a nervous look, then whispered, “Are we sure that he isn't sick … infected?”
“No,” Bran said without hesitation; he'd decided that it was necessary to give King the benefit of the doubt when this trip was first conceived. Knowing that it would bug Paul to no end, Bran said, “We could always put me outside you and King next to Annie.”
Paul looked to the young woman who he hoped to soon be fucking, finding her smiling playfully. He grimaced, saying as he prepared for bed, “No … it's fine.”
Annie’s smile was replaced by an over dramatized pouting of her bottom lip, followed by a giggle. She was the first to be settled down in bed, saying, Godnat, Papa. Godnat, Paul.” Then sitting up to make eye contact with her new crush, Annie finished, “Goodnight, King.”
Bran’s immediate thought was Yes, please, do that. He was still unsure about King's presence in his community; there were simply too many unknowns. But just as quickly as he'd thought that, a second and then third thought came to him: No, we need you here, I think. You're a good man from what I've seen so far, , followed quickly by And Annie likes you, you make her happy, which makes ME happy, and even though I barely know you, I think I'd rather have you ‘deflower’ my child over that prick Paul.
Bran almost laughed at that thought but contained himself.
King added, “All you have to do is ask.”
Bran delayed responding to King by indicating the need to tack again. They swung the stern of the boat to port, aiming the bow away from the shore. Bran looked to the other boat, finding its crew mirroring the action, then looked to King as the man adjusted the lines to maximize the power of the wind against the sail.
“I won't ask that of you,” he said when the other man looked at him again. “My daughter seems to enjoy your company. And…”
Bran considered speaking to King about his daughter’s likely desire to breed with him, as well as his own uncertainties as to whether or not he disapproved of it. In the end, Bran finished with a simple, “It's fine.”
A whistle sounded across the water, drawing Bran’s attention to the other boat. He found his daughter excitedly pointing north. He crouched down enough to follow her gesture under the boom.
“We need to get to shore,” Bran told King with some urgency. He drew the other man's attention to the dark clouds on the horizon to the north. “It'll be here in a couple of hours, maybe less. We don't want to be out here.”
Bran had noticed the increasing wind speed, but until an eastern tack had taken them out far enough to see past the point to the north of them, he'd failed to notice the building storm. He felt stupid and even a bit irresponsibly reckless for not having noticed the danger earlier.
It took nearly an hour to reach shore, despite having only been three or four miles off shore; they’d been outside a line of cliffs when Annie pointed out the storm, and it had taken a half dozen tacks to get them to a section of open beach.
Once ashore, they hurried to pull the boats up to safety, then – even farther up the shore where they found ground firm enough to hold the tent stakes – quickly raised a hide tent. It was already pouring down by the time they were secure inside. Over the next hour, the wind got worse, howling and threatening to rip the stakes out of the ground.
“We'll be okay,” Bran reassured King. “We've survived worse storms than this in this tent.”
Annie untied the bed rolls, laying out the layers with Paul's help while Bran built a fire using the seasoned tinder and kelp logs they'd brought with them. Digging a shallow ditch around the interior where the tent’s walls meet the ground, they were able to keep the rain falling on and near the tent from reaching the one large bed that the four of them were meant to share.
“I'm tired,” Annie announced once all the preparation for bedtime was done. Moving to stand with her back to the three men, she very quickly shed everything but her panties, before kneeling to retrieve a long sleeping gown from her bag, don it, then turn back to her tent mates. Looking between the men from her village with whom she'd shared a bed on campouts before, Annie asked in their first tongue, “Jeg tror jeg sover mellem jer to, ikke?”
King couldn't know that the girl had asked I guess I'm sleeping between you two, yes? As her father threw back the bedding and the three of them began settling in, he would probably figure it out, though.
“Take the edge nearest the fire,” Bran told King. The man smiled, explaining, “You're as close to a gæst … a guest … as we've ever had, so…”
Paul – who realized that the sleeping arrangement put the newcomer next to him – gave Bran a nervous look, then whispered, “Are we sure that he isn't sick … infected?”
“No,” Bran said without hesitation; he'd decided that it was necessary to give King the benefit of the doubt when this trip was first conceived. Knowing that it would bug Paul to no end, Bran said, “We could always put me outside you and King next to Annie.”
Paul looked to the young woman who he hoped to soon be fucking, finding her smiling playfully. He grimaced, saying as he prepared for bed, “No … it's fine.”
Annie’s smile was replaced by an over dramatized pouting of her bottom lip, followed by a giggle. She was the first to be settled down in bed, saying, Godnat, Papa. Godnat, Paul.” Then sitting up to make eye contact with her new crush, Annie finished, “Goodnight, King.”
I want to GM a simple post-apocalyptic RP inspired by the Android (phone) game, “Rebuild”.
It would involve the player(s) rolling a d6 for each character who takes an action on that turn; not every character takes an action on every turn.
An example might be that a character “scouts” a (city) block and their d6 roll results could include:
My goal here is for it to be quick and easy for the player to make their dice roll, then write a narrative.
Can anyone give me some advice and/or links to RPs that have used similar processes that I can review?
It would involve the player(s) rolling a d6 for each character who takes an action on that turn; not every character takes an action on every turn.
An example might be that a character “scouts” a (city) block and their d6 roll results could include:
- d6=1: attacked, injured; roll d6 for days in hospital.
- d6=2: attacked, no injury; no new information learned about block.
- and so on up to d6=6: discovered (whatever) and scavenged it.
My goal here is for it to be quick and easy for the player to make their dice roll, then write a narrative.
Can anyone give me some advice and/or links to RPs that have used similar processes that I can review?
Annie would have preferred to be in the boat King was in, but as they'd prepared to push the craft into the surf, her father had made it obvious that that wasn't his thinking. She went along without argument, taking her place fore of Paul, who took their boats tiller; she was already in deep shit with her father over what she'd done back in the quarantine hut, something of which Paul was, so far, unaware.
Occasionally, Annie caught King glancing toward her boat or – more specifically – toward her. She would smile, then quickly divert her eyes elsewhere; she knew that both her father and Paul would be watching her at times, and she really didn't want to make the situation worse with obvious flirting.
They sailed north by northeast for several hours without hardly a word spoken between Annie and the others; she had nothing to speak about with Paul unless it had to do with the boat’s navigation. The two boats more often than not tacked with each other, keeping their distance from one another to less than a hundred meters.
The same couldn't be said about conversation in the other boat though. Bran had a great deal to ask off King, about the world from which he'd hailed and more: he wanted to know if King might know who the woman they were looking for was and, if he did, what his relationship to her was; he wanted more specifics on the boat King had been tossed from, including more on the passengers, crew, and cargo; and beyond that topic, Bran wanted to know King's thinking on Annie.
“My daughter is an uskyldig,” Bran said, translating, “an innocent. She's never been with a man. She will come of age soon, at which point she will be matched with a man with whom she will make a healthy child.”
Bran paused for a moment, looking to each of the occupants of the other boat before continuing. “Tyka chose Paul for that honor. He is a good candidate … a good choice. He will give me a strong, courageous grandson … or a beautiful, smart granddaughter.”
Again, Bran paused, then finished, “If my daughter will consent to lie with him … which was questionable before your arrival … and is less likely with each passing day.”
Occasionally, Annie caught King glancing toward her boat or – more specifically – toward her. She would smile, then quickly divert her eyes elsewhere; she knew that both her father and Paul would be watching her at times, and she really didn't want to make the situation worse with obvious flirting.
They sailed north by northeast for several hours without hardly a word spoken between Annie and the others; she had nothing to speak about with Paul unless it had to do with the boat’s navigation. The two boats more often than not tacked with each other, keeping their distance from one another to less than a hundred meters.
The same couldn't be said about conversation in the other boat though. Bran had a great deal to ask off King, about the world from which he'd hailed and more: he wanted to know if King might know who the woman they were looking for was and, if he did, what his relationship to her was; he wanted more specifics on the boat King had been tossed from, including more on the passengers, crew, and cargo; and beyond that topic, Bran wanted to know King's thinking on Annie.
“My daughter is an uskyldig,” Bran said, translating, “an innocent. She's never been with a man. She will come of age soon, at which point she will be matched with a man with whom she will make a healthy child.”
Bran paused for a moment, looking to each of the occupants of the other boat before continuing. “Tyka chose Paul for that honor. He is a good candidate … a good choice. He will give me a strong, courageous grandson … or a beautiful, smart granddaughter.”
Again, Bran paused, then finished, “If my daughter will consent to lie with him … which was questionable before your arrival … and is less likely with each passing day.”
"Listen, I understand what you did and why," King began after taking a long moment to contemplate what Annie had done. "But--"
"King, are you awake?"
Annie sprang to her feet at the sound of her father's questioning from outside the hut, despite the fact that she'd been expecting him to arrive at any moment. She looked to the door, then to King, with the blood draining from her face.
"I brought food and mate," Bran continued.
"Too late," Annie murmured, more to herself than to either of the men.
Her father continued, "We need to get up and around if we're going to get to Black Rock before nightfall."
Annie had roleplayed how she was going to deal with this moment in her head both before contemplating coming here and while she sat here waiting for King to awake, time she spent studying the sleeping man and imagining lying beside him in that bed. And yet now, as she stood there over King, she'd forgotten each and every option that she'd considered.
Eventually, somehow drumming up the courage, she called out, "Come in, Papa. We're waiting for you."
Annie stepped away from the door, waiting for her father's reaction. That reaction took a bit longer than she'd expected, as Bran simply stood outside, suffering his own bit of shock at what he had heard. Finally, he threw the door open, make eye contact with his daughter, paused again, then surged inside to shut the door behind him, asking, "What the hell?"
His daughter's reaction to his shock and outrage was to drop on her knees close to King, take his face in her hand's, and plant a wet kiss firmly upon his lips. Then, standing tall again and turning to face her father once more, Annie said with a firm, committed tone, "If he's infected, I'm infected, so ... I might as well go with ya'll."
Bran's eyes were wide with a combination of shock and anger. He had no idea how he was supposed to respond to this ... none! In the end, his response would be delayed as the door to the hut flew open yet again, this time revealing Paul, who'd heard the voice of the young woman into whom he'd long been hoping to put a baby inside the quarantine hut that she wasn't supposed to be anywhere near.
"What the hell?" he asked, mirroring Bran's own question.
"I'm going with the three of you," Annie repeated, "to find and rescue King's friend."
She looked down at King, then back to her father and the man still just outside the hut, unsure of whether he was supposed to enter or not. "There's no reason not to take me now. If King is infected, I am, too."
Paul hadn't seen the kiss, of course, but Annie's simple presence inside the quarantine hut in which King had been living for days would mean that if he was sick, she likely would be, too. She continued her reasoning, "I'm as good a sailor as either of you ... hunter and fisher, too. I've been to Black Rock before. I know the village, the people, the surroundings. You'd be stupid not to take me."
"Go outside," Bran finally spoke, his tone softly. When Annie just stared at him, her father more firmly demanded, "Go outside. Wait for me out there."
Annie didn't immediately follow the instructions, not because she was contemplating resisting them but simply because she was frozen in place; she only just now realized that she was trembling deep to the core with fear over how her father would punish her. Ultimately, though -- with one last desperate glance down to King for some sort of support -- Annie hurried past her father and out the door.
Bran moved to the door, taking hold of it and pulling it shut, the move preventing Paul from entering. After a moment, he looked to King, considered his words, then quietly -- and reluctantly -- agreed, "She's right. She's as suited for this as anyone else. And now, this...!"
He was obviously referring to his daughter's intimate moment with the newcomer. Bran looked around, found the mate his daughter had prepared for King, sat near the little fire, and poured a small cup of it for himself before offering to refill the other man's cup. He sipped at it unsweetened, grimaced a bit, then took another drink.
"When I say Annie's as suited for this as anyone else," Bran mused, staring at the cup with a solemn expression, "I don't just mean what she said ... the fishing and sailing stuff." He took a moment, sipped more, then continued, "Two years ago ... raiders attacked the village in the middle of the night. I, um ... I won't go into too many details. It was a ... a hard time for us. For most of us, anyway. Annie ... she, um..."
Bran went silent a moment, obviously disturbed by the memory. King said softly, "You don't have to ... you know ... if--"
But Bran continued, "Annie didn't hesitate. She awoke to the noise of cries and screams ... knew what was happening, sooner than most of us ... grabbed her bow..." He hesitated again, sipping at the hot drink in his hands, then looked up to King and finished, "She killed three of them ... with her bow. No hesitation whatsoever. She saw what was happening, notched an arrow, loosed it, notched another..."
He drained the last of the mate from the little cup, saying, "The last man was rushing her. She didn't see him until the last moment, just before he reached her. She just ... ducked out of his way and stabbed an arrow into his gut. He fell ... and Annie just stood there over him ... watching him die. I was elsewhere ... chasing away other raiders. I didn't see it. I didn't know what had happened to her until it was all over.
"I tried to talk to her about it later," Bran continued, pouring himself another mate and offering more of the drink and honey to King. "She only said, 'I'm alright, Papa.' She went back to our hut ... went back to bed ... and ... when she woke up, it was as if it had never happened ... as if she'd forgotten it entirely."
Bran finished his second little cup in two big swigs, stood from the stool, looked to King for a moment, then ordered, "Get up, get dressed. We're going."
Without another word, the man exited the hut. Outside, he waved off Paul's protestations, only glared at Annie for a moment, then told them both, "Get the supplies down to the boat. We need to be on the water before the sun is in the sky. Go!"
"King, are you awake?"
Annie sprang to her feet at the sound of her father's questioning from outside the hut, despite the fact that she'd been expecting him to arrive at any moment. She looked to the door, then to King, with the blood draining from her face.
"I brought food and mate," Bran continued.
"Too late," Annie murmured, more to herself than to either of the men.
Her father continued, "We need to get up and around if we're going to get to Black Rock before nightfall."
Annie had roleplayed how she was going to deal with this moment in her head both before contemplating coming here and while she sat here waiting for King to awake, time she spent studying the sleeping man and imagining lying beside him in that bed. And yet now, as she stood there over King, she'd forgotten each and every option that she'd considered.
Eventually, somehow drumming up the courage, she called out, "Come in, Papa. We're waiting for you."
Annie stepped away from the door, waiting for her father's reaction. That reaction took a bit longer than she'd expected, as Bran simply stood outside, suffering his own bit of shock at what he had heard. Finally, he threw the door open, make eye contact with his daughter, paused again, then surged inside to shut the door behind him, asking, "What the hell?"
His daughter's reaction to his shock and outrage was to drop on her knees close to King, take his face in her hand's, and plant a wet kiss firmly upon his lips. Then, standing tall again and turning to face her father once more, Annie said with a firm, committed tone, "If he's infected, I'm infected, so ... I might as well go with ya'll."
Bran's eyes were wide with a combination of shock and anger. He had no idea how he was supposed to respond to this ... none! In the end, his response would be delayed as the door to the hut flew open yet again, this time revealing Paul, who'd heard the voice of the young woman into whom he'd long been hoping to put a baby inside the quarantine hut that she wasn't supposed to be anywhere near.
"What the hell?" he asked, mirroring Bran's own question.
"I'm going with the three of you," Annie repeated, "to find and rescue King's friend."
She looked down at King, then back to her father and the man still just outside the hut, unsure of whether he was supposed to enter or not. "There's no reason not to take me now. If King is infected, I am, too."
Paul hadn't seen the kiss, of course, but Annie's simple presence inside the quarantine hut in which King had been living for days would mean that if he was sick, she likely would be, too. She continued her reasoning, "I'm as good a sailor as either of you ... hunter and fisher, too. I've been to Black Rock before. I know the village, the people, the surroundings. You'd be stupid not to take me."
"Go outside," Bran finally spoke, his tone softly. When Annie just stared at him, her father more firmly demanded, "Go outside. Wait for me out there."
Annie didn't immediately follow the instructions, not because she was contemplating resisting them but simply because she was frozen in place; she only just now realized that she was trembling deep to the core with fear over how her father would punish her. Ultimately, though -- with one last desperate glance down to King for some sort of support -- Annie hurried past her father and out the door.
Bran moved to the door, taking hold of it and pulling it shut, the move preventing Paul from entering. After a moment, he looked to King, considered his words, then quietly -- and reluctantly -- agreed, "She's right. She's as suited for this as anyone else. And now, this...!"
He was obviously referring to his daughter's intimate moment with the newcomer. Bran looked around, found the mate his daughter had prepared for King, sat near the little fire, and poured a small cup of it for himself before offering to refill the other man's cup. He sipped at it unsweetened, grimaced a bit, then took another drink.
"When I say Annie's as suited for this as anyone else," Bran mused, staring at the cup with a solemn expression, "I don't just mean what she said ... the fishing and sailing stuff." He took a moment, sipped more, then continued, "Two years ago ... raiders attacked the village in the middle of the night. I, um ... I won't go into too many details. It was a ... a hard time for us. For most of us, anyway. Annie ... she, um..."
Bran went silent a moment, obviously disturbed by the memory. King said softly, "You don't have to ... you know ... if--"
But Bran continued, "Annie didn't hesitate. She awoke to the noise of cries and screams ... knew what was happening, sooner than most of us ... grabbed her bow..." He hesitated again, sipping at the hot drink in his hands, then looked up to King and finished, "She killed three of them ... with her bow. No hesitation whatsoever. She saw what was happening, notched an arrow, loosed it, notched another..."
He drained the last of the mate from the little cup, saying, "The last man was rushing her. She didn't see him until the last moment, just before he reached her. She just ... ducked out of his way and stabbed an arrow into his gut. He fell ... and Annie just stood there over him ... watching him die. I was elsewhere ... chasing away other raiders. I didn't see it. I didn't know what had happened to her until it was all over.
"I tried to talk to her about it later," Bran continued, pouring himself another mate and offering more of the drink and honey to King. "She only said, 'I'm alright, Papa.' She went back to our hut ... went back to bed ... and ... when she woke up, it was as if it had never happened ... as if she'd forgotten it entirely."
Bran finished his second little cup in two big swigs, stood from the stool, looked to King for a moment, then ordered, "Get up, get dressed. We're going."
Without another word, the man exited the hut. Outside, he waved off Paul's protestations, only glared at Annie for a moment, then told them both, "Get the supplies down to the boat. We need to be on the water before the sun is in the sky. Go!"
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