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 Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 11:15 pm
Quote: Your character(s) must interview two villagers. Villagers are all cloaked for some reason. Villagers may get disinterested when you ask too many questions, your goal is to acquire as much IC information as possible. Maybe they hold the key in your leaving. Roll 1d10 and match your dice roll to the result below. That is the response they give you to your question. Your character can ask any question they formulate with the response always being the result below. If you roll the same number, you get the same response. 1. The villager glowers at you but does not reply to your question 2. The villager seems busy chopping firewood and is fastidiously ignoring you 3. The villager turns to look at you. They wave... at someone past you. 4. The villager is fishing. They reel in an invisible fish.. or is it just nothing. 5. The villager responds with a hearty grunt. 6. The villager looks you straight in the eye. "No." 7. The villager seems glum beyond their cloak. They mutter a few words involving the terms 'despair' and 'death'. 8. The villager is too busy looking at their toes. 9. The villager is cooking roast ghost fish, it smells delicious. They take out a skewer, offer you it, and then eat it before you can accept. 10. The villager seems passed out. Maybe you should leave them alone...
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 11:19 pm
Having found himself feeling slightly bored in between doing interesting and somewhat bizarre tasks for the townspeople who asked it of him, Wrath decided that perhaps it might be nice to just find a villager to chat with, hopefully one that did not send him off to fight or hunt or fish...though he did enjoy all of those things. He had questions to ask, and while so far it had been more than slightly difficult to find anybody who even looked remotely willing to answer them, he was hoping maybe just a little bit of intimidation could work in his favor.
So, putting on a scowl (fake, but formidable looking on such a hulking man to be sure) he began to stroll through the village with a purpose, gaze roaming about and searching for just the perfect person to try and speak with.
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Seussi rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 11:20 pm
When he came upon one villager who was moving at a rather lethargic pace in the opposite direction, Wrath moved to stand in front of him (her? It was hard to tell with the cloak in place, obstructing much from view) and held out a hand to halt them in their place.
"You." He stared with a piercing, blood red gaze, into the sad looking eyes of the villager. "I am Rathsvith, a horseman of death. I would like to know your name, and also, how long it is that you have been living here."
His eyes narrowed, his lips pursing in a way that he hoped made it look like he meant business.
The Villager just continued to stare back at him, mouth opening, closing, opening again....
And then they began to mutter something. He thought he caught the word death, and for a moment he wondered if the villager was just repeating Wrath's own words back to him, but then despair was certainly used as well, and Wrath's scowl deepened.
"Unless your name is Despair, I do not feel as if you have sufficiently answered my query."
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Seussi rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 11:28 pm
The villager simply stared at him, appearing to have nothing else to say as it muttered a few more words that were either too quite or unintelligible for Wrath to hear. Shaking his head and letting out a disgusted sound from the back of his throat, the death horseman shoved past the townsperson, his scowl now much more genuine that it had been at the start of this. What was wrong with these people? They were a strange sort, that was undeniable.
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As he continued to wander, he began to wonder where everyone had gone off to. The fog shrouded town seemed almost abandoned, though it seemed that, once in a while, he caught sight of movement out of the corner of his eye, only when he looked that way, there was nothing to be seen. Off and on, he could hear voices, but those too faded when he moved in that direction.
Cursing mentally, and beginning to believe he should just go back to the wreckage of a bus and hang around there, he paused in his movements when a delightful scent filtered through the air and into his nostrils. It smelled delicious! Following his nose, he began to move through the fog, soon recognizing other smells and sounds as well, the smoke from a fire, the crackling and popping of something being roasted over top. When he came upon the flames, and the villager who was using it to cook his fish, Wrath came to a halt, and held up a hand in greeting.
"Good evening. I see you are cooking your dinner?" He flashed his teeth in a smile.
"I am Rathsvith, of the death horsemen clan. Whatever type of fish that is that you are roasting sure smells delicious." He complimented, as the villager first eyed him warily, and then smiled.
"Would you like some?" The villager asked, pulling the fish out of the fire and waving it around. "I have plenty here to share!"
Surprised, Wrath blinked, not sure how he really expected the villager to respond, though from previous experience, certainly not like this.
"I...Yes, that would be appreciated!" He grinned, his stomach growling loudly in agreement, as just the thought of having a bite of that fish seemed to be enough to make him realize that he was absolutely famished. "Thank you!" He tacked on, moving forward so that he could take the offered food.
The villager took a step away from him and cackled.
"Too bad! It is mine! All mine!!" he cackled again, and did a little dance backwards, always staying out of reach.
Wrath frowned deeply, his eyebrows hooding his darkening gaze. "Very well." He growled beneath his breath, before turning and striding away.
At this point he decided that speaking to any of the villagers just wasn't worth it. He needed to find Na'iima, and they needed to find a way out of this ridiculous place.
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