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Do I get the new rolls as well?
Is no one posting anymore? Cmmon lets not stop here!
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It was the worst night Garreth ever experienced. There were weird creatures everywhere, which looked like Natrelmon but were extremely aggressive. Garreth had to escape from quite a few. Earlier, when he arrived into Toran to answer a call for able Trainers, he spotted a few natrelmon. Not suspecting anything, he went closer to them to see what kind they were, and if they were worth catching. He went closer and closer, and soon realised there was something off about this. The few Natrelmon turned as Garreth kicked a can laying on the floor, and suddenly saw what was wrong. These were dead.
Garreth gasped and backed off before turning around and sprinting away. He ran around Toran's streets, turning left and right. Then when he couldn't feel his legs anymore, he went around a corner and pushed his back against the wall, panting hard. That is when he noticed how quiet and dark it really was. He heard his heartbeat like a drum, loud and clear, and was scared that the monsters would find him.
He didn't dare move, as he caught his breath. He closed his eyes, hoping it was all a bad dream, but when he opened them again he was still in Toran, in the dark. But now there was also a person, who was walking in the light of the street lamp.
"Oh thank god." Garreth whispered to himself and immediately made its way to the figure.
"Hey, please help me, there's weird stuff on the streets and- shit!" The figure looked up, searching for the source of the voice coming from the darkness. The face was horrible, blood was dripping out of an eye socket, the cheeks were basically gone and his lower jaw was completely missing. The clothes were stained with blood around the neck because of the blood that flowed on it from the head. Garreth ran again, tonight for the second time.
Now he was on the rooftops. He figured there'd be no people or Natrelmon up there, so he used his Kazemancy to give himself a big push upwards to grab onto a balcony, and climb on the roof by standing on the railings. After a couple minutes of sitting on a roof, slightly panicking and trying to get the image of the dead stuff out of his head, he decided to head for the hospital. He let out his Omutiel, to help him scout the rooftops, just in case.
Soon enough, Garreth arrived to the hospital, jumping from roof to roof, of the lower buildings, using his Kazemancy when he needed to. "Go check the place for me would you?" Garreth asked his flying grass Natrelmon. The Omutiel soon returned, chirped dove back down to the streets. Garreth jumped down and used his magic to slow his fall. He walked on the street towards the entrance, and soon noticed a group of creatures. More undead. Or so Garreth thought until he heard them talk, and saw the bodies all along the floor outside. He decided to go meet these people as a sudden noise behind him made him look back just to see a man with no legs drag himself with his hands to get at him.
"I don't think I'll ever sleep." He thought while making his way to the hospital's entrance.
"Hey, you people over there, could someone explain me what is happening?" He shouted over the group of, hopefully, living people.
Garreth gasped and backed off before turning around and sprinting away. He ran around Toran's streets, turning left and right. Then when he couldn't feel his legs anymore, he went around a corner and pushed his back against the wall, panting hard. That is when he noticed how quiet and dark it really was. He heard his heartbeat like a drum, loud and clear, and was scared that the monsters would find him.
He didn't dare move, as he caught his breath. He closed his eyes, hoping it was all a bad dream, but when he opened them again he was still in Toran, in the dark. But now there was also a person, who was walking in the light of the street lamp.
"Oh thank god." Garreth whispered to himself and immediately made its way to the figure.
"Hey, please help me, there's weird stuff on the streets and- shit!" The figure looked up, searching for the source of the voice coming from the darkness. The face was horrible, blood was dripping out of an eye socket, the cheeks were basically gone and his lower jaw was completely missing. The clothes were stained with blood around the neck because of the blood that flowed on it from the head. Garreth ran again, tonight for the second time.
Now he was on the rooftops. He figured there'd be no people or Natrelmon up there, so he used his Kazemancy to give himself a big push upwards to grab onto a balcony, and climb on the roof by standing on the railings. After a couple minutes of sitting on a roof, slightly panicking and trying to get the image of the dead stuff out of his head, he decided to head for the hospital. He let out his Omutiel, to help him scout the rooftops, just in case.
Soon enough, Garreth arrived to the hospital, jumping from roof to roof, of the lower buildings, using his Kazemancy when he needed to. "Go check the place for me would you?" Garreth asked his flying grass Natrelmon. The Omutiel soon returned, chirped dove back down to the streets. Garreth jumped down and used his magic to slow his fall. He walked on the street towards the entrance, and soon noticed a group of creatures. More undead. Or so Garreth thought until he heard them talk, and saw the bodies all along the floor outside. He decided to go meet these people as a sudden noise behind him made him look back just to see a man with no legs drag himself with his hands to get at him.
"I don't think I'll ever sleep." He thought while making his way to the hospital's entrance.
"Hey, you people over there, could someone explain me what is happening?" He shouted over the group of, hopefully, living people.
Sig looked up from his leg at the light elemental with a scorn.
"If it wouldn't be for you I wouldn't have this problem now." He grumbled, but he still leaned back a bit and put his injured leg forward yo give Phil more space.
"Just make sure nothing goes wrong, Sunshine, or you'll find yourself in a much worse state."
"If it wouldn't be for you I wouldn't have this problem now." He grumbled, but he still leaned back a bit and put his injured leg forward yo give Phil more space.
"Just make sure nothing goes wrong, Sunshine, or you'll find yourself in a much worse state."
Ill sacrifice 1 wild roll for an extra library roll. And search for wilds in Toran Forest. With the above things specified. That is Tracking Omu.
Thanks
Thanks
Greg closed the book he's been reading since morning, it was a book about economy, brought down by some of the survivors. It was by far his favourite book, and he knew it almost by heart, having it read over and over again several times. He planned to put its basics into practice when things have settled.
A metallic voice echoes through the Vault while Greg stood up and put the book back into its place before heading for the meeting hall. That's where it will all start, the new era for human race, a new civilisation.
The meeting hall had quite a few people in them, all talking to each other. The voice suggested appointing a leader or a council, but Greg knew already what he wanted. He planned all this for years. What he could plan at least. He was thinking of having a leading council of professionals, and various groups led by the fittest for the set job. Greg wanted to be in the council at all costs, sadly, he wasn't yet sure if the people of the Vault will trust him enough.
The most important things would be food, water, shelter, and defence at the start, which they all had in the Vault. The vault, Greg thought, should still be their home for until they can find a suitable place, and gather enough material, for the first settlement.
Greg positioned himself in a corner and observed the rest of the people, listening to them, trying to figure out what they wanted. This way it would be easier to convince them if he needed to. This was probably he last chance he'd get to get people to put each other in the right positions. Fair and good leaders were needed, who can hold everyone together and make the best of everyone's abilities.
A metallic voice echoes through the Vault while Greg stood up and put the book back into its place before heading for the meeting hall. That's where it will all start, the new era for human race, a new civilisation.
The meeting hall had quite a few people in them, all talking to each other. The voice suggested appointing a leader or a council, but Greg knew already what he wanted. He planned all this for years. What he could plan at least. He was thinking of having a leading council of professionals, and various groups led by the fittest for the set job. Greg wanted to be in the council at all costs, sadly, he wasn't yet sure if the people of the Vault will trust him enough.
The most important things would be food, water, shelter, and defence at the start, which they all had in the Vault. The vault, Greg thought, should still be their home for until they can find a suitable place, and gather enough material, for the first settlement.
Greg positioned himself in a corner and observed the rest of the people, listening to them, trying to figure out what they wanted. This way it would be easier to convince them if he needed to. This was probably he last chance he'd get to get people to put each other in the right positions. Fair and good leaders were needed, who can hold everyone together and make the best of everyone's abilities.
But, I did specify the zone... Toran Forest. Zone 1 Forest if that's what you're looking for.
And Wowoweewowaa, a special spell school >: ) I can be very unpredictable now during battles. Except of course for the mods.
And Wowoweewowaa, a special spell school >: ) I can be very unpredictable now during battles. Except of course for the mods.
Wow, this started of quickly.
Btw, I decided to make Greg an Engineer. Not an actual modern engineer since he was educated in the Vault and I guess there were't many real good engineers at all in the vaults. Specially not ones who had the time to teach as well.
Btw, I decided to make Greg an Engineer. Not an actual modern engineer since he was educated in the Vault and I guess there were't many real good engineers at all in the vaults. Specially not ones who had the time to teach as well.
Ok urukai, I'll be waiting.
"The steam is evaporating"
"The steam is evaporating"
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