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[Owen]<BR>
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Owen will pull his pistol and aim at the crewman. "Something is not right here."<BR>
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[\Owen]<BR> <BR>> Date: Tue, 29 Sep 2009 13:49:53 -0700<BR>> From: mightymartianca@gmail.com<BR>> To: taocowpbem@zork.net<BR>> Subject: Re: [Taocow PBEM] Book 3 - Chapter I<BR>> <BR>> >> [GM]<BR>> >> Even as the strange, beautiful woman fades, the last stones of the<BR>> >> temple fall and then there is a hush. The land seems quiet, save<BR>> >> for the faint sound of the wind whistling through the ruins.<BR>> >> <BR>> >> And then there is a louder sound, very mechanical. Over the lip of<BR>> >> the plateau appears a large hover craft, with some sort of very<BR>> >> royal-looking emblems on it.<BR>> >> <BR>> >> Lyle, Raven, Ted and Owen recognize the emblem, though the others<BR>> >> don't. It lands in the middle of the ruins, and a voice comes out<BR>> >> from the loudspeaker. "All ye wanting rides best be coming aboard.<BR>> >> We've got something on the scanners that don't look good."<BR>> >> <BR>> >> Even as the voice speaks, over the horizon comes a flying shape <BR>> >> that even the most stay-at-home of people know, a Splugorth slaver<BR>> >> ship!<BR>> >> [/GM]<BR>> <BR>> > [Alex]<BR>> > Seeing the Splugorth boat, Alex stated, "Lets get a move on."<BR>> > [/Alex]<BR>> <BR>> > [Ted]<BR>> > "And hope this infirmary has room for two," the lizard man adds. As<BR>> > he follows Alex, he mumbles aloud, "These Splugorth sure get around."<BR>> > [/Ted]<BR>> <BR>> [GM]<BR>> "That they do, sir." the young crewman says. "I suspect they've been <BR>> off the coast and detected all the nexus activity. They're like moths <BR>> to a flame those ones."<BR>> [/GM]<BR>> <BR>> > [Talas]<BR>> > Talas quickly holsters the railgun and gets in the hovercraft.<BR>> > [Talas]<BR>> <BR>> > [Owen]<BR>> > Glancing around, Owen will check to see if anyone needs help getting<BR>> > to the hovercraft. "We better get on board, the quicker the better."<BR>> > Owen will move to get on the hovercraft.<BR>> > [/Owen]<BR>> <BR>> > [Lyle]<BR>> > A smile crosses his face when he sees the hovercraft. He helps the <BR>> > wounded and Osiris onto to the craft.<BR>> > <BR>> > "Hurry up, we got a Slaver coming!"<BR>> > [/Lyle]<BR>> <BR>> > [Alex]<BR>> > Still lugging Osiris around, the red haired Coalition scout pulls off<BR>> > her helmet and shakes out sweat soaked red hair. She asks, "Is there<BR>> > an infirmary section where we can take our companion?"<BR>> > [/Alex]<BR>> <BR>> [GM]<BR>> "Aye, we do indeed, ma'am." says one of the crew, a young African man <BR>> with a thick Scottish brogue. Seeing that she is exhausted, he lifts <BR>> Osiris up out of Lyle and Alex's hands. When Osiris is safely on a <BR>> seat, he salutes Lyle. "The Captain sends her regards, Sir! But where <BR>> is Zandeeli, Sir Lyle?"<BR>> [/GM]<BR>> <BR>> > [Raven]<BR>> > The drain on her body was felt like no other spell ever had. She had <BR>> > never taken such a toll on her magical ability all at once like that.<BR>> > It felt as if she had ran a mile, or had the breath knocked out of<BR>> > her. When her allies mentioned the slaver she had stared at it for a<BR>> > few moments, as if not comprehending what she was seeing. After yet <BR>> > another moment she shook her head and took a breath. She ran to the<BR>> > hovercraft as fast as she could!<BR>> > [/Raven]<BR>> <BR>> [Carlos]<BR>> Seeing that Raven is clearly exhausted, Carlos lends her a helping hand. <BR>> "You're amazing!" he says. "You saved our collective asses back there." <BR>> He gives her a hand up to Owen and Lyle, who hoist into the <BR>> hovercraft, before he jumps in himself.<BR>> [/Carlos]<BR>> <BR>> [GM]<BR>> Even as Carlos sets foot inside the hovercraft, it takes off. The <BR>> pilot, seeing a Skycycle and a motorbike down below, lands just long <BR>> enough to pick the vehicles up, by which time the Slaver isn't more than <BR>> a half a mile. In the distance appears to be more. This is likely a <BR>> Splugorth squad.<BR>> <BR>> The Blind Warrior Women fire on the hovercraft, but the shots all go <BR>> wild. Within a minute the hovercraft has dipped down below the plateau <BR>> and is flying over the thick mists of the swamp. After a minute or so <BR>> those mists part to reveal a large boat floating in the midst of one of <BR>> the larger pools of water.<BR>> <BR>> As the hovercraft dips, a large opening appears in the sub, and below <BR>> can be glimpsed an interior landing bay. Even as the hovercraft begins <BR>> a vertical drop, it's shaken by a blast, and then another. Above can be <BR>> seen the Slaver and other dimmer shapes that must also be part of this <BR>> group. The hover craft violently lands inside the submarine's hold, <BR>> jarring everyone in the process. The door above quickly closes, but not <BR>> before a few stray bolts of energy manage to get through, causing smoke <BR>> and damage.<BR>> <BR>> Within moments, everyone is escorted out of the crippled hovercraft and <BR>> into the hold, which is actually surprisingly small (no more than about <BR>> fifteen feet wide and twenty five feet long). Klaxons are sounding as <BR>> they make their way out of the hold and into the narrow corridors that <BR>> wend through the boat.<BR>> <BR>> All of them are suddenly greeted by a rather shocking-looking man-sized <BR>> insectoid creature. "Ah, welcome back Ted and Owen, and to you to Raven <BR>> and Sir Lyle." the creature says in a cultured English accent. "To the <BR>> rest of you, let me introduce myself. I'm Dr. Zazbrurr, ship's surgeon <BR>> aboard the HMS Deapthbreaker. Don't worry, I'm skilled in all manner of <BR>> humanoid physiology. All of you will be pleased to know that one of <BR>> your fellow adventurers, a young woman, is doing well. That is, if we <BR>> make it through simultaneous attack by Splugorth Minions and that <BR>> dreadful tentacled monster below."<BR>> <BR>> Dr. Zazbrurr immediately lays Osiris down. He turns his attention away <BR>> long enough to look at the others. "You all need rest." he says. "I'm <BR>> afraid that's going to have to wait. If any of you have any serious <BR>> injuries, say so now, or wait until after we get out of this particular <BR>> mess."<BR>> <BR>> Anyone who doesn't speak up is quickly herded along by a couple of stern <BR>> officers. Even as they make their way through the narrow corridors, the <BR>> submarine is violently shaken. Lights temporarily dim, then light up.<BR>> <BR>> "Sir Lyle," one of the crewmen says, "I know you would like to be at the <BR>> weapons right now, but the Captain's orders are to remain with the <BR>> guests." With that they are lead into a small well-lit cabin, with four <BR>> bunks and three cots sitting in the middle of the floor, leaving barely <BR>> enough room to squeek around. The only adjoining room is a very small <BR>> bathroom with a toilet, sink and a show barely big enough to move one's <BR>> arms around in.<BR>> <BR>> It's in these cramped quarters that the company spends the next two <BR>> hours. Loud metallic bangs and crunches, and the odd strangely muffled <BR>> blasts can be heard. Anyone with a weak stomach would quickly find <BR>> themselves with their heads in the small toilet. The whole situation is <BR>> frightening, maddening and uncomfortable all at once.<BR>> <BR>> Then the door opens. One of the crew, a young woman, comes in. "The <BR>> Captain wishes to see you." she says flatly, her eyes looking tired... <BR>> and, a little creepy, like someone else is looking through them.<BR>> [/GM]<BR>> <BR>> -- <BR>> Aaron Clausen<BR>> _______________________________________________<BR>> Taocowpbem mailing list<BR>> Taocowpbem@zork.net<BR>> http://zork.net/mailman/listinfo/taocowpbem<BR>                                            <br /><hr />Microsoft brings you a new way to search the web. <a href='http://www.bing.com?form=MFEHPG&publ=WLHMTAG&crea=TEXT_MFEHPG_Core_tagline_try bing_1x1' target='_new'>Try Bing™ now</a></body>
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