gaia_crown Attack Base Location - The Sahara (one of multiple bases)
Description - The most unforgiving of all the bases, and considered a horseman stronghold, the Sahara boasts unfavorable sand, winds, and horsemen that threaten to kill you on sight.
Bonuses: Sun Hunters here get a bonus. When attacking the mob, their dice modifier is -4 instead of -6. Mist Hunters roll 1d4. If even they can copycat this bonus.
Mechanic: Roll 1d6. If 1, your guarding the base goes smoothly (rp it out = success!). Otherwise, you spawn a horseman mob. It has a cumulative 30/30 HP (+10 for EACH ADDITIONAL CHARACTER IN THE RP) and does -5 auto damage to each character in that thread that attacks it. Your goal is to destroy the horsemen before it destroys you!
RARE SPAWN: If you down a horseman, roll 1d100. If higher than 90 you may spot an unusual colossus of a creature that begins to chase after you - it is massive, easily over 100 feet and shaped like a huge goliath, sand streaming out of it every step it takes. You cannot defeat it as it slowly begins to move after you. You will need to escape - when you do, collect a bonus +5 arcana and +25 currency for surviving this!
Huni Pi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-6)
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 7:00 pm
Heat normally did not bother the Mist Hunter, even high levels of humidity. But Pedro Trogo was sweating bullets, less from any Horseman-related tension and more from the ridiculous, extreme heat of the situation. A balmy breeze would have been welcomed but he didn't want to risk asking for a sandstorm. Weather had an unfortunate habit of acting against you when you couldn't afford it.
The last time he was here, Horsemen had just appeared without warning. The sands made it difficult for him but he'd learned from it. And he was not going to risk anything else. Especially not when he wasn't alone.
He could risk a sip of water, though, but figured he should ask his companion if they were doing alright. "Hey, you need water or something?"
Pedro Trogo Mist Hunter; Full Hunter Wild Arcana; Formerly The Chariot Journal - 6"1 tall - Friendly - Big Brother-type - Carries around a backpack of snacks and bottled water
Now seeing the vast landscape of sand dunes and horizon, Sheldon was contemplating what possessed him to think that Scotland was the more ideal location to venture to. Despite looking positively bored like always, he really truly though it was beautiful. And reminded him of the few trips he had taken as a child, some of the happier memories even if they weren't really camping trips but more of 'we still can't even afford motel rates so we'll sleep under the stars' trips. There was nothing for miles, just endless desert and only the wind clipping against the sands, stirring little dust devils.
Well, was the only sound. Slowly he turned to the other Mist Hunter, the one whom had invited him on this little venture. "I'm alright," he began, then added a small thank you to be somewhat polite. It had surprised even him to take up the opportunity to travel with another but eh, there was safety in numbers after all. Or a meat shield while he gathered samples and information or something. The Mist seemed capable enough to keep the both of them alive.
Sheldon adjusted his head wrap as a bit of sand kicked up, it was one of many layers he as usual even with the horrific sun beating down and the temperatures ungodly high. He wasn't just going to wear very little all of a sudden, but he had chosen as least multiple thing items. And a bag. It was the few things he brought, conversation had not been. "I was under the impression this base was popular among the Horsemen." He didn't sound disappointed, not really; it wasn't like he wanted to see any action. Just wanted to observe.
name: Sheldon journal:A link! division: Life (Intermediate) arcana: Magician description: Tall, lanky and covered in so many layers of clothing its hard to actually judge his physique. His short unkept hair is dyed green and his amber eyes usually look bored, annoyed and ready to shut to sleep. That heap in a corner not moving might actually be him passed out... Sheldon enjoys smoking, avoiding certain people and working in the pod room since its always quiet there.
huni pi
Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 7:21 am
Despite their less than comfortable situation, Pedro gave Sheldon a smile before the Mist hunter carefully uncapped the bottle and took a mouthful of water. He wasn't able to refrain from making a face, the heat of the liquid did little to cool him down. But it at least stopped his throat from being dry.
He scanned the horizon again, scrutinizing and new shadow or sudden swirl of dust devils as if they were portends of the aforementioned Horsemen.
"Usually, this place would be crawling with 'em," Pedro said, grimacing in recollection of his last shift guarding the base. "Maybe we got lucky and they're all off somewhere licking their wounds. Or whatever it is Horsemen do to patch themselves up."
It was most likely meant as a rhetorical question or even a little bit of a joke but Sheldon found himself answering it as if it was a serious one, "from observations each of the different factions would probably engage in a different sort of ritual but I believe those of Famine and maybe War might actually perform such an action with their wounds." The former were an odd bunch even if many of their numbers did not actually possess much skin.
Sheldon cleared his throat a little and directed his eyes back outward. He settled into a sort of awkward calm. Was he meant to continue into a different topic perhaps?
huni pi
congrats, you've now rped with both my awkward ducks dang, can't roll for sand worm xD
Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 10:36 am
Pedro didn't look bothered by the line of conversation, in fact he gave a soft chuckle. "The buggy and the butt-wingers, yeah they sound like the type. The poker-faced one though, can you imagine 'em trying to lick their elbows?" Sheldon was going to have a rather weird conversation with this Mist Hunter.
chirigami
XDDD too bad about that. but we can just handwave the rest of their convo. Pedro's easy enough to talk to/with
The continuation on the topic caused his eyebrows to momentarily raise in surprise, it didn't seem like something that one would willfully talk about except within division reports (like this information really needed to be filed as it was). And not in this casual way of speaking, "they would probably want your demise for thinking of such an idea, as it were it could tarnish their pristine reputation." They seemed the sort.
huni pi
Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 1:49 pm
The Mist Hunter made a series of hmmm sounds "Really? They struck me more the type to not give a s**t how they look. Now the snooty instik ones with the fancy robes that you just wanna splatter mud on, yeah they'd definitely wanna kill you just cuz you don't think they look like they're hot s**t."
The casual manner he spoke didn't betray the unmitigated loathing Pedro felt for Horsemen. He dealt with things best with humor. Make fun of them. Poke fun at them. The Hunter refused to give them the dignity these Horsemen tried to parade themselves with.
There was a puzzled look from Sheldon until it finally clicked they had been speaking of two entirely different clans. "Oh, apologies, you were referring to the other 'poker-faced' horsemen who... I am unable to make a snide comment about." He frowned slightly, despite its name and nature he had always had trouble with pegging down the characteristics of the Death clan. All he could recall was how stoic and calculated they were and how they often reminded him of vikings. Something he would have to remedy at some point.
"But yes, those would be the ones who would wish ill and death upon you for such thoughts on their actions." He could always appreciate the clothing that had been described about them, always such luxuries he had never fathomed before in his life. "I doubt we would see those ones here upon these beautiful deserts, it is not quite mud but course and gets everywhere." Did he just sort of make a Star Wars reference? Yes.
He was actually finding this... a little fun. Just sitting and conversing.
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