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 Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 11:04 pm
The base Wash was set to inspect was nestled deep within a tropical rainforest in Malaysia, abandoned shortly after the decimation of 1999. It was overgrown and covered with vines, with pools of murky water all afoot. Deus kept tabs on it purely out of beleaguered necessity: nothing had been there for ages. The metal exterior of the main building-- rusted over from the elements and flimsy from age-- concealed Lurks form. He was nothing but black rags in a hunched over form as he played in a puddle, skeletal fingers forming the mud into misshapen lumpy people and Horsemen. He hummed a little to pass the time, a cross between off-key music and the chirping of cicadas, waiting to hear something interesting. Lurks loved hunters.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 11:40 pm
Wash's expression was grim. This base was rather unlike any he'd seen while on his tour avoiding the island. Probably because it was, for lack of a better term, kind of a shithole. He wondered what he was expected to find, besides bugs. Noticing a particularly large beetle scurrying past his foot, he crushed it with a satisfying crunch.
Washington Becker was not a fan of bugs as of late.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 11:51 pm
Oh, and there it was, the heavy foot of another, bound by the weight of the world and then-some. Lurks reared back, a grin plastering his waxy face, the eerie orange of his eyes illuminating with glee. He leaped out of the mud and raced for the stairs, dilapidated as they were, the ones that led outside, to the roof. He crawled to the edge of the building to peer at the intruder, sighing in quiet happiness when he saw the trademark white coat. "Hello," Lurks crooned, his voice a raspy whisper from above, "do you want to be my friend?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 11:59 pm
Jesus.
Christ.
It was perhaps fortunate that Wash had the foresight, before being teleported out to this foul, humid, infested hell hole, to go to the bathroom; if he hadn't he'd probably have to request a port back out for a change of underwear. Wash looked around for the voice, but didn't see anyone at ground level. It was dark, and his eyes kept being drawn to two odd lights positioned on top of the abandoned structure.
"Who's there?" he called out in typical B-rated horror movie style.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 12:12 am
Lurks laughed much like two metal wires rubbing up against each other, wheezy and low and not-quite-right. The two lights in the distance bobbled and got bigger and bigger as he edged closer. He dove off the edge with ease, black wings billowing out behind him to cushion his fall. They blended in to the dim, save for pinpricks of red hidden within them-- the eyes of many, many shadows, waiting for Lurks' word. "My name is Lurks Beneath," he said, settled some feet in front of Wash, still crouched on his hands and knees, like some crooked wretch. "You did not answer my question, and that is very, very rude."
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 12:31 am
This was, Wash might decide later, hopefully in a fond, fuzzy remembrance that came with greatly advanced age, exactly like a horror movie. Abandoned building in the middle of jungle, voices in the shadows, insane laughter and then - Wash wished very sincerely that this was the Haunted House, or somewhere in Halloween Town, or anywhere but the real world, because the cold sweat that trickled down the back of his neck or the way he felt the bottom drop out of his belly would have been tempered by the fact that he was in a golem and not his real, actual body, that he really actually needed. He gripped his weapon token in his fist. Whatever it was, it looked very like something he'd have expected to have crawled out from beneath his bed. What little he could make out of the thing was either cloaked in shadow or vaguely skeletal. At least it was polite. "Ah, uh. Sorry. I'm Wash." Was this happening? He continued to stare, and added, "I gotta say, you picked an odd place to go lookin' for friends." And then, almost as if he couldn't help himself, he added, "Lurks beneath what?" He continued to avoid answering the original question, mostly because he was pretty sure 'no' wasn't an option, and 'yes' might be just as terrifying.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 1:43 am
"Thank you," Lurks replied with a grave tone, filing the name away for later, "but since you were rude, you are just going to be Rude and Tall. I hope you do not mind, because I have already decided that it is the truth." He stood, and was-- short. Barely more than five feet tall and less than a hundred pounds sopping wet (courtesy, of course, of missing a great deal of flesh and internal organs), Lurks Beneath was both petite and slight. And also primarily bone. "I always go to bases to find hunters. It is the most reliable place to wait for you, in very, very old places, with walls that fall down and graves of the dead and hopes that are dead too." His orange eyes glittered at Wash, and Lurks wiggled his bony fingers eagerly, the joints cracking loudly as he did. "Just beneath, Lurks replied, giggling. "Watching, waiting. Beneath your bed and beneath the sand. We lurk beneath." Lurks laughed, and out of his white and waxy face fell a waterfall of centipedes, wispy and shadowlike. They slunk towards Wash's feet, immediately forgotten by the horseman.
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Ravvlet rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 10:58 am
Sand. The hiss of insects. Shadows. It would be inaccurate to say that it all came back to him - the memories of Julie and the Sahara and of the horseman lair were always there, hovering just out of his mind's eye. Wash knew all about the dead, and the things that would come for him in the night. He shuddered with revulsion and took an involuntary step back, summoning his weapon. A new challenger enters!
WASHINGTON BECKER
intermediate hunter
HP: 50/50
CHARGE: 0/3 (Battle Cry, The Chill)
USES: 2/2
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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 11:21 am
The air crackled with the sensation of Fear hitting it, enough to whet Lurks' thirst. He laughed again, into his hands, bemused and a little bit entranced. Lurks had a way of moving unnaturally: even his swaying was stilted and a little bit off, like a video running in fast forward. "You cannot kill me, Wash," Lurks said, and it was less of a threat and more of a credible promise, his wings taking shape behind him, flaring into triangles of red eyes on black. The centipedes were joined by a large tarantula that crawled its way out of Lurks' mouth as he spoke. " I do not die."
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Ravvlet rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 8
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 9:26 am
When the horrible and shadow enshrouded wings unfolded, the moon hunter took another step backward. It was like travelling back in time - to another place, deep and cool and filled with terrors.Wash felt fear tingle up his spine in a cold flood. He lashed out with his shield, his only reply a panicked shout. They do not die, and you do not live.
WASHINGTON BECKER
intermediate hunter
HP: 50/50
DAMAGE: 11
CHARGE: 1/3 (Battle Cry, The Chill)
USES: 2/2
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its me debz rolled 7 4-sided dice:
1, 3, 2, 1, 4, 2, 3
Total: 16 (7-28)
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 10:00 am
Lurks emerged short of his target; right behind Wash, instead of in front of him. He reached out to gently, so gently, wrap his bony little fingers around an ankle. hp 29 dmg potato fear bc2 used ravvlet the most depressing fear i disown this ******** class="clear">
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Ravvlet rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 11:00 pm
" s**t," Wash croaked uncharacteristically, feeling the chill of the creature's fingers brush his leg. He jerked his foot away, slamming the sharp edge of his shield down on the offending limb. They crawled across the other hunter's skin, burrowing in and sending him screaming into the dark-
WASHINGTON BECKER
intermediate hunter
HP: 50/50
DAMAGE: 5
CHARGE: 2/3 (Battle Cry, The Chill)
USES: 2/2
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 11:10 pm
The shield went through the arm, and then it got stuck."Hey!" Lurks yelped, wailing louder like a certain really loud toddler except even louder, somehow, even though he has no lungs and it is really a mystery how he yells at all, "let me go! Let me go, let me go, LET ME GO, LET ME GO." hp 24 dmg potato
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Ravvlet rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 11:26 pm
Wash was equally uncomfortable with the sudden enforced proximity of the bug-emitting monster. "I'm tryin'!" He replied frantically, shaking his weapon.
WASHINGTON BECKER
intermediate hunter
HP: 50/50
DAMAGE: nope
CHARGE: 2/3 (Battle Cry, The Chill)
USES: 2/2
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 11:28 pm
Lurks cried, shadowy bugs falling from his luminous orange eyes. He threw back his head and, like a creature heaving, erupted from the mouth with a veritable army of black, wispy spiders and scorpions. Through the shadows came a garbled cry: "YOU DO NOT WANT MY ARM." hp 24 dmg 1
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