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SwordOfTheDarkOnes rolled 4 10-sided dice:
2, 5, 4, 9
Total: 20 (4-40)
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 Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 9:25 am
Rorrow blinked in awe and wonder. Holy crap, well wonders never cease even in Hell. Staples was still standing...or well...he watched as a part of the letters fell off. Mostly. He chuckled as he hobbled his way inside. Shifting his messenger bag on his shoulder he wondered what he would find in here... Quote: 2. Your character finds boxes and boxes of receipts. It doesn't look very informative. 5. Your character notices a strange room. It seems to be locked. 4. Your character finds a stray cat. It doesn't seem very friendly. 9. Your character comes across a disgusting sight - a half-eaten body. The smell is repulsive and causes you to involuntarily gag. The half-eaten face's eyeballs are still looking at you, darting back and forth, moving.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 9:48 am
The building was dark, random obstacles stood in his way. This was not going to be an easy task for someone with a injured leg. Rorrow also didn't know if any of the Undying were around...so there was that familiar panic. He shuffled as silently as he could, picking out a path that was semi easy for him to follow. He spotted a small walk way which led into the back of the store...risking it the slender youth slid inside. As he shuffled along keeping silent as his last name implied. He spotted boxes nearby, that was going to increase blood pressure. Great.
Something for someone to surprise attack him around. "Okay, take a deep breath and go." he mentally told himself. He took three shuffles to the boxes and let out a near shriek as they came tumbling down. After a few heart attacks he calmed enough to see that the culprit was a fluffy calico. He groaned, "Really?"
The cat gave him a once over before turning its nose up and trotting off. Rorrow narrowed his eyes after it. "That is why I prefer snakes..." He looked at the contents of the boxes. Well nothing but old receipts. Not really anything of use unless McGuvyer was a regular here. He kept going....
Catching an odd smell Rorrow didn't pay it much attention until he came to a door. Looked like the office or something. Trying the handle he blinked. No dice. Then that smell caught his nose again, okay what---he made the horrible mistake of shuffling around the corner. The sight before him had Rorrow backing up into the wall. He teared up, mind instantly thinking of the family this poor soul had. Feeling his stomach ready to empty he shuffled out as quick as he could. Body shaking...
Returning to the Harbingers, he told them that: "Cats are assholes, there's a locked door in the Staples...with a half eaten body next to it."
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