[ JOB LISTING ] Transporter [ DIFFICULTY LEVEL ] gaia_stargaia_stargaia_star [ TASK ] Sometimes things need to be moved, quickly. Maybe it's a body, maybe it's only part of a body. Speed, discretion, and the ability to do away with obstacles are all necessary to complete this task.
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Several of the clan members who help run the spa have gone missing. Nobody is particularly worried about them as they are the type to like going on adventures without notice or anything approaching consideration for their co-workers. In fact, there's some who would just prefer those three never came back. Mr. E, however, just waves you over and you're pretty sure he's smiling at you.
"There's a little delivery we need made, and you look entirely qualified to make it for me. You will, of course, be rewarded and your valuable contribution to HCorp acknowledged for all of eternity, so and so forth, please just go do it, yes? Be a good child..."
Being a bad child doesn't seem like a very promising life choice.
It's just a little cooler, firmly locked and sealed with something very possibly harmful to you. If you decide to unlock the chest instead of deliver it, roll 1d100. 1-99 means you are now poisoned and lose 10 HP for every post you make today (icly and oocly). If you roll 100, post quote lizbot to see what happens.
The cooler can be delivered in any method of your choice, walking via portals, flying, even driving through the human world is viable. The destination is also your choice.
Roll 3d6 and complete the 3 prompts Everything goes very smoothly and well. You are safe and also awesome at this. Your mode of transportation gets destroyed, cutting your HP in half. You must find a new way to get to your destination. You are attacked by humans, possibly bandits or possibly cops or possibly just really drunk teenagers doing it for their YouTube channel. How do you deal with them? Do you try to stay low key or do you get violent and hella magical with your badself? You are attacked by two members of Famine. Do you try to persuade them to let you go on your way or do you try to kick their a**? Roll 2d20. Each dice represents a Famine horseman. 15 and over is a success. Every failure costs you 10 HP. You must succeed twice. (Example: is you roll 11 and 17 in one turn, that is one failure and one success.) The cooler is stolen by birds. To catch them roll 4d4, if any of the dice is a 1, you fail to catch them. You've failed at your job today. When Mr. E sees you next, he's definitely smiling. You are attacked by a Hunter. You can choose to fight or escape. To escape, roll 1d20. Anything 16 or higher means you've gotten away. Anything less and you've been hit for 10HP and need to either try again or try fighting back. To fight, roll 2d8. The first die is you, the second is the Hunter. The one that is higher wins that exchange. The first to hit the other three times wins the confrontation. (In the case of a tie, your horseman wins.)
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Mr. E placed the cooler in front of Thias, he looked at it brow raised as if questioning it’s contents, briefly, before struggling to lift it up to the trunk of the car that the corporation had so conveniently allowed a him to borrow. Truthfully the stallion just wanted a chance to drive one of the mechanical beast around, they were rather fascinating how they were able to move at such high speeds without any sort of beast to pull them and that they were entirely constructed out of metal, plastic and etc. It was just a simple car, nothing more than a black 2010 Honda Civic but to Thias it was top of the line and the best thing in the world. Taking a seat he looked at the cooler in the back seat, strapped in and ready to go before Thias put on his own seatbelt. Safety was always the best choice as he turned the car on, pressed his foot on the gas and shot out of there like a speed demon.
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Character's name: Thias Character's clan: Famine Character's journal link:Journal Character's arcana Death BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER
So far so good, he had only managed to hit one curb, run two stop signs and maybe killed a squirrel that had managed to dodge out in front leaving Thias no chance in trying to swerve to miss him. Everything was going rather smoothly until while half imposed into a crossing lane at a red light a black motorcycle pulled up next to him, and a moment later a matching one on the other side. The one driver lifted the visor on their helmet and Thias couldn’t help but feel that they were vaguely familiar.
Famine.
Maybe extra guards? Thias didn’t think too much about it as he looked back to the light, he didn’t even noticed the other summoning a weapon until they smashed in the back window sending glass everywhere as he pressed on the gas almost side-swiping a car that had taken its time to turn at the intersection. s**t…
They were determined, and Thias couldn’t grasp the reason why they wanted the cooler but nevertheless he was determined to make sure it made it to the destination. He pressed the pedal as far as it would go, the odometer quickly climbing up in speed as the wind easily whipped through the now open window. It also meant that he could hear as the motorcycles easily kept up with his pace. It didn’t matter how many swerves he took, or how often he dodged in between other vehicles they didn’t seem to be too keen in letting their target go. It didn’t take long for them to catch up, one throwing some sort of crude potion into the car filling it quickly with some sort of sticky smoke. Thias coughed, heavily, and while his eyes were off the road he ended up grazing a defenseless street sign causing the car to fishtail and the window to smash heavily against his skull.
It was a struggle to get the car back under his control as Thias slammed his foot down again, the car gave a whining moan as it pressed forward as the famine horseman quickly yanked their arm out of the car from when they tried to reach for the cooler. More skillfully weaving through traffic, as Thias desperately tried to figure out where one of the motorcycles had vanished from the sight in the mirrors. It made him feel a little uneasy, not being able to see the pursuer but as he turned a sharp corner he didn’t have to wait too long to find them. The motorcycle was coming straight for him, the other quickly closing space from behind leaving him only one choice.
Taking a sharp right straight into the guard railing, and off the edge.
It wasn’t until a few hours later that Thias pulled himself from the wreckage, and luckily for him it hadn’t been noticed yet by the authorities. The cooler, of course gone as he groaned having to get back to the dusk.
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