Markofkri

The Tribe

They didn't respond to you but did see the flanking Orc going into their woods. They retreated into the tree line as your eyes were keen you saw the skin tuning from green to a brown color to hide better. In a second even your eyes from the distance made it hard to tell where they were. A second later you heard the Orc call for aid.

REDO of The Three Demon Princes

I would like to see the demons take a more agressive role. The feeling is more "Pg" then the "R" rating I think a subject like this needs. They are demons right? I would also like to see the demons taking things out of the school setting like a field trip (in name only) and see how they react in the real world. Letting them figure out what they need to survive in the world.

The Tribe

With a single thread Deillia collapsed the entire tent into a pile of webbing and dirt. The rest of the day was skirting around the swamp. You were now firmly in the Gnoll hunting area. The sight of the coast and the the small mountains to the north told you where you were. But that would have to wait as a large group emerged from the forest. A pack of lizard folk from the deep swamp. They outnumbered you two to one. But they were out of their element. Armed with spears and nets. They had blue stripes of paint on their bodies. It showed their new alligence to the Blue flame tribe.

They held there position at the edge of the forest. They were aggressive but they did not advance. It seemed that they too were on the hunt and didn't want to lower there numbers in a fight to the death, for now.

You are alone

"All the warning lights are activated in the outer rings. All other command requests are locked out."

"I'm sorry Doctor I am unable to do that at this time. I need the command authorization code to remove the lock out."

"I can lead you to Doctor Williams as the lock out does not restrict the sensors."

"The heavy lifters will continue to cut open a path to areas previously obstructed."

Closed from GM.

I dont want to keep you waiting but I just cant think of anything. I think I've written myself into a too enclosed space.

The Tribe

The Night air was cold still bringing the winters remains. The orc stood watch in the night having the better eyes for the dark. Deillia had webbed a goblin who let his curiosity get the better of him. She pinned him to a tree with webbing. She wasn't threatening but her size difference made the others wary. She gave you a side glance before returning to her tent. The rest of the night was uneventfully and when you awoke in the morning one of the goblins had disappeared no one was talking. The goblin in the webbing was apparently content to stay there. The others cut him down in the morning. The Orc last on watch reported all quiet one goblin missing.

Looking for a 4th. (ThatWeirdChick/Markofkri)

I am withdrawing from the thread.

What Is Left -- The Walking Dead

The new boat was by far an improvement on the old one. It was better insulated. While Shawn was taking care of reducing the boat to its barest functions to save on power and tossing the bar left even more floor space. He noticed her taking off layers. Forcing his eyes to wander as she cleaned earning him a few shocks for his carelessness. It was hot indeed as he dropped the jacket and knit hat. He noticed her hair up exposing her neck and flashes of the knit dress she wore rushed to the front of his mind. He dove deeper into his chores and worked at a faster pace to keep his hands and mind busy.

The work was done and Olivia made mention of felling dirty. Shawn grinned and his cheeks felt hot as he had more thoughts of her. Before he could snap an answer she left for the bathroom. He bumped his head against the wall. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." He kept working ignoring the shower sound and the images he might of dwelt on. When Olivia emerged from the shower in her sweats and T-shirt. Shawn couldn't get under the cold water fast enough. He grabbed his fresh clothes and closed the door behind him. He washed quickly and looking down at his clothes they were basically the same style as the ones he just had on minus color differences. He put on a t shirt leaving the outer layer long sleeve hooded T to air out. His jeans were relaxed cut and a little baggy, They were also bleached a light blue from the sea air and sun. The floor was carpeted so he left his socks off. The beach towel from Florida he used to dry his body now finished off his shaggy hair. "I could get use to this. How do you want to do the sleeping arrangement's my love?"

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Let me know if you need to get anything done or if I left a loose end that got lost. I'll wait until later tomorrow to post the pre jump then the aftermath.

What Is Left -- The Walking Dead

The first kiss caught him off guard. The lips and the taste that followed sent his mind to her destroying every other thought in his head like a tornado in a trailer park. The second lighter kiss was like a boxer hitting the canvas after the hit before turning out his lights. He sucked in his lower lip greedy for more. Listening to her words Shaw could only nod. Her hand on his chest stirred the feelings that stuck on his lips. The finding her on the docks that night, the past days and nights together, all of it was a turn for the best. Shawn didn't believe in luck or chance. Everything happened because some one, some where, did something to start a chain of events that caused all of this. Shawn smiled while a tear ran and hid beneath his beard.

Olivia kissed him again. He wanted to reach out. To hold her close and kiss her passionately. Pressing her against a wall and showering her with kisses. Telling her everything on his heart and more. Showing Olivia the depth of his passion for her and what her trust and love means to him. Together against the odds they would weather this new sick world. Of course reality would crash into the his fantasy and Shawn would find himself moving the gear.

Taking the time to remove the unneeded furniture and everything that was not essential or would work. Shawn removed most of the lights and the lower outlets covered with tape to stop any moisture from reaching them. This would save the battery. Shawn set the the new ignition switch from his old boat and everything that was useful. He siphoned the fuel and the wiring effectively gutting the old boat. This new boat was going to be a lot more roomier and fuel hungry meaning more stops. The transferring stuff was the easy part but the stowing and securing and making sure the weight was even was the harder part. reducing the power to useless trinkets and over wiring cutting most of the leads from the main switch box was a solution to making sure a light didn't give away the boat at night or dry up the battery during the day. The refitting was a lot of work and the day was done leaving a few loose ends.