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"Aftermath" (closed, but feel free to read along)

“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.”

Need help with using DICE ROLL generator

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:

• 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?

"Aftermath" (closed, but feel free to read along)

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.”

"Aftermath" (closed, but feel free to read along)

"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!"

"Aftermath" (closed, but feel free to read along)

Sunrise, the next day:

When King stirred and sat up from his bed, he would find something inside his quarantine hut that he certainly would never have expected to find: Annie.

"Good morning," she said as casually and friendly as could be. She could see in his reaction the building panic and quickly said, "Before you freak out!"

She scooted closer to the fire to grasp the pot full of hot mate and poured a cup; as she explained herself rapidly, her Danish accent really kicked in, possibly making some of her English words unintelligible. "Papa told me that you and he were sailing north to look for that girl who was on your boat, and I didn't want you to go without me, and since Papa wasn't about to let me join you because he still doesn't know whether or not your infected with the Bug, and since if he did go with you and then would have to be quarantined himself and I wouldn't be able to be with him until he came out of quarantine, that it only made since for me to join the two of you so that whatever happens to him happens to me because I don't want to be without him if he gets sick and dies ... I'd rather be dead, you understand?"

Annie offered out the steaming cup after stirring in a big glob of honey; she was barely five feet from King as he sat upright in his bed, staring at her with surprise. She smiled, asking, "Makes sense, doesn't it?"

"Aftermath" (closed, but feel free to read along)

Annie had left her father and King on the hillside to finish her work down at the seashore. The village operated several types of fish and shellfish traps that were partially Annie's responsibility to empty, bait, and -- when necessary -- repair or move. She also had chores related to her family hut, including gathering seawood; hundreds of pounds of the sea weed washed up on the shore daily, and after a cutting, drying, stripping, and twisting process became logs that burned long and hot in cook and heating fires.

Once she'd finished her work, Annie casually went looking for King. Her father caught sight of her near the quarantine hut on one occasion and gave her a chastising look. She walked away as if she hadn't been eagerly wanting to see King. Finally, he came outside to sit and watch the work of the villagers unfolding about him.

"Feel better?" Annie asked from where she sat on a rock at the perimeter of the isolation zone. She knew by the fresh, village-provided clothes and slicked back hair that King had finally had his bath. "The village has a communal dinner each night. More efficient. I'll bring you a plate if you're hungry."

She hurried off, returning a few minutes later with a plate that she sat atop one of the cairns before moving back to her rock an appropriate distance away. As they ate -- together but apart -- Annie asked King to tell her more about the world beyond her world.

The temperature dropped quickly as the sun disappeared behind the tall mountains to the village's west. Bran came by to tell them, "Annie, you have things to do at the house ... and King, if you want ... I spoke to the Council members about your request to see the interior. It was a close vote, but ... it was denied ... for now, anyway. It's been decided that your quarantine continue for another ten days, at which time -- if you've shown no signs of illness -- you will be allowed to leave quarantine ... and go and do what you wish."

Annie's expression as her father was talking showed her initial disappointment at the restrictions, followed quickly by her delight that he would, ultimately, be released without those restrictions. She asked, "During quarantine, King will still be allowed to work, though, right...? Maybe help me with the shore traps, Papa ... and you with the snares?"

King studied his daughter as she spoke, again conflicted on how he felt about her infatuation with the newcomer. Bran didn't know this man, which was ironic because he knew him better than anyone else in the village. King could be the worst thing to ever happen to this community if he turned out to be infected with the Bug or any of a number of other ailments that had returned to ravage Human Beings. Or, if he was as healthy as both Bran and Annie hoped, he could turn out to be one of the best things that had ever happened to the village and to Annie.

"King, you can walk the snare route with me in the mornings and evenings," Bran offered, "and you can check the sea traps with Annie, too. Other than that, the Council wants you to remain here in or near your hut ... though ... if you need to take a walk on occasion ... stretch your legs ... I'd be more than happy to accompany you."

As either of the men might have expected, Annie smiled wide at hearing that she was going to get to spend time with King every day.

"Aftermath" (closed, but feel free to read along)

"I'd like to just sit here a while," King told Annie. "If that's okay."

"Of course," she said without even thinking about it. There was no harm in letting the stranger out and about, so long as he maintained his distance from Annie and her people. The man with them nodded toward a rocky outcrop and wandered that direction; he needed to pee, which Annie figured out quickly enough.

"I like it here," King said. "It's nice."

"It is," Annie said, again without having to think about it. She liked her home; always had, likely always would. "It's a nice place to grow up. The ocean, the mountains ... good, loyal, friendly, hardworking people. What's not to love?"

A figure climbing the hill toward them caught Annie's attention. She grimaced seeing that it was her father; he was certainly coming to ruin the fun she was having with their visitor. She smiled to him, though, calling out, "Papa, hvorfor klatrer du op ad denne bakke?"

"I'm climbing this hill," he called to her, translating her Danish for King's benefit, "to tell you that you have chores." He looked to their guest, saying, "I'll keep King company."

Annie began, "But Papa, I thought--"

"That someone was going to do your chores for you...?" he cut her off. Jerking a thumb down the hill, he said with fatherly authority, "Get going."

She pouted out her bottom lip to her father, but when she realized that King had also seen the childish expression, she sucked her lip back in and turned away. She groaned before heading down the trail, "Fine." She stopped after just a few steps, though, turning to give King a wide, flirty smile. "See you soon."

She headed away, almost dancing down the trail. Twice before she lost sight of the pair -- the trio, once the peeing man returned -- Annie looked back, still smiling. Bran made some chit chat with King, during which the escort mentioned their guest's desire to climb the pass.

"I can take it up with the Council," Bran said after a moment's contemplation. "It won't happen until you've been released from quarantine, though. In the meantime ... I promise you some freedom to be out and about, like this morning. You'll need to be under guard, obviously. And ... if you aren't bored with her already ... I'm sure that Annie would be willing to keep you company."

It didn't take a genius to see that King liked the idea of spending more time with Annie. Bran reminded the man about the importance of maintaining his distance from his daughter and others, then told him, "I'm going to check some traps. Why don't you come with me."

They headed off on a trail that ran along the side of the mountain. It was a well-worn path that, at places, had been dug out of the hillside or built up with stones to allow safe movement. After a couple of hundred meters, Bran left the trail to check a snare in the rocks of an overhang. He came back empty handed, but a few minutes later at another snare, he lifted the corpse of a large, white hare.

They continued onward, checking another half dozen traps before Bran led King down another descending trail to the village. They delivered the hares to a woman and her daughter who went to work dressing the animals with obvious skill.

"Aftermath" (closed, but feel free to read along)

King’s answers to her questions left Annie disappointed about the world out beyond the village in and island on which she'd spent her entire life. She'd hoped for something different, something grand, something spectacular.

Even his answer to whether he was married disappointed Annie: "I would never do that to a woman."

Her hopes that the two of them might make a happy and exciting couple one day were quickly being dashed. Here told her, “...I'm not the settling down type.”

However, his explanation that he was a wandering adventurer piqued Annie’s attention. She'd always wanted to see what was out there. Perhaps King would take her with him when he left?

He is leaving, isn't he? she wondered to herself. She didn't want to ask the question; she didn't want to jinx herself. King had just gotten here. Annie didn't want him to even contemplate departing until they'd had a chance to … get closer.

They sat and just stared out upon the ocean for a while, until King said, "I think we should look farther up the shore ... down the shore, too,"

Annie felt a chill claw its way up her back as she remembered the corpses on the beach.

"If I could make it,” he continued, “someone else might have.”

He talked of how the others might be dying, saying. “I want you to promise to ask your father to make an effort to find them ... please."

“He already did,” Annie said, explaining, “The Elder Council met last night and ordered boats sent to the north and south. Going by boat, rather than walking the shore, is easier. There are rocky outcrops that block the way by foot.”

She saw the reaction to the news in King's face and continued, hoping this was good news for him. “They are traveling as far as Black Rock to the north and Cliffside to the south … to look for others from your boat … and to tell the villages about you. Our Elders thought that their Elders should know about you.

“Black Rock is more than 30 kilometers,” Annie continued. “Cliffside is even farther … maybe 40 kay. It will be a couple of days before we hear back.”

"Aftermath" (closed, but feel free to read along)

“I have no problems sticking to the quarantine rules,” King said, looking at Annie and smiling, “now that I have someone to talk to.”

Annie felt her face burning with a blush. She was excited to spend time with the stranger and couldn't wait for her father to leave.

They talked about King's deceased traveling companions, after which King returned to his breakfast. Bran headed for the trail to the village, saying, “I'll go arrange for that bath we spoke about.”

Stopping close to his daughter, Bran said in a soft voice, “Maintain your distance, Annie, and pay attention to wind direction. You're a smart girl. Don't do something stupid.”

Looking back to King, Bran said, “I hope you won't be offended, but I'm going to put a man with you as well. I'll send him down in a few minutes.”

Annie began in a complaining tone, “Papa! You don't have to–”

But she went silent when she got the look. Grumbling, she said, “Fine. But not Paul.”

Bran smiled, leaned in to kiss his daughter’s forehead yet again, and confirmed, “Not Paul.”

He headed up the trail, peeking back over his shoulder once early, then once just before losing sight of the pair. By then, Annie had already taken Bran’s earlier seat and begun her inquiries:

“Where's Newfoundland…?”

“What's there…?”

“How many people live there…?”

“Are they just like us…?”

“Why'd you leave…?”

“Where were you trying to go…?”

“Who was with you…?”

“Are you married?”

"Aftermath" (closed, but feel free to read along)

"I'm a wanderer,” King said, speaking of his philosophy.

The stranger wanted to stay a while, and Bran was okay with that. He was also okay with King earning his keep; every member of the community worked for the betterment of it.

“I'm sure we can find something for you,” Bran told King. He considered his words before he continued, remembering his previous evening's discussion with the Council. “There's one more thing, and … this is a must … non negotiable. You can't speak of the outside world with anyone but the Elders.”

Bran paused a moment before clarifying, “We … the people guiding this community and many of the other communities nearby … we have made a conscious decision to forget … to do without … many of the technologies of the past … many of the things that, when used together, led our world to collapse.

“I don't know how deep your knowledge of the Old Ways go, Mister King,” Bran continued with a serious tone, “and honestly, I don't know if I want to. I ask that … no, I demand that you keep what you know to yourself–”

Bran tapped a fingertip to his temple, finishing, “--in here. We are happy with our world the way it is. We are safe … secure … prosperous … as prosperous as we need to be anyway.”

Bran stood from where he'd been sitting, offering, “If you have something to share … an idea, a process, a technology, that you do not already see in use here now … bring it to me. I have been designated by the Council to be your Gå mellem … your go between … liaison. You knew this word, yes?

“You are welcome to remain in our community, Mister King,” Bran said with a sincere tone, “for a few days … a few months … a few years … so long as you do not become disruptive. We are happy the way we are. Be happy with us … for as long as you wish.”

Bran glanced back up the trail towards the village and found Annie standing there, watching the two men with great interest. He drew a deep breath and released it as an audible sigh.

“I have another request, Mister King,” he said. “My daughter, Annie … she's the one who found you on the beach … she has developed a bit of a fascination with you.”

Bran looked up the hill again, contemplating whether or not he was doing the right thing. He was conflicted yet continued, “You will need someone to help you through your quarantine period … while you are still in isolation … or you'll go tosset … nuts. You know this term, yes…? Crazy?”

Without waiting for King’s approval, Bran waved Annie to join them on the beach. Unsurprisingly, she rushed down the trail. Bran warned King, “ My daughter is a curious person. I hope you will remember what I have said about new knowledge.”

Annie arrived, circling around King at a respectable distance to stand near her father. She stared at King with a beaming smile.

Bran began, “Annie, Mister King here needs someone to help him during his quarantine–”

“I’ll do it,” she cut in, her wide smile widening even farther. “Whatever he needs, Papa.”

Bran was already regretting this. He spent a minute reminding her of the quarantine rules, stressing at the end, “If Mister King is sick in any way and you--”

“I understand, Papa,” Annie again cut in. “Three meters at all times–”

“Five!,” Bran corrected. She nodded to him. He looked to King, asking, “Can you work with this, Mister King?”