The Twisted Earth (Post-apocalyptic Role play) (Started - Closed)

[Irony's Acolyte]

"That was an interesting story. I have to agree with Grumpy here," Kreth points at Blake with his one blade. "It's likely just some mutant. I've heard plenty of stories about the Crucible. It's filled with demons and ghosts, they come in the night to drag you away if you're bad, they're faster than a bullet and stronger than twenty men."

Kreth grins wickedly at those who were listening to him. "Don't worry. The stories aren't true. We're just really good at killing other people."

 

[Chaos Incarnate]

"crucible?" Delrath asked "I am best killer" A place to test your strength, a place where I could kill and eat Delrath shifted uncomfortably in the truck his body urging him to kill, he forced himself to remain in control his primal side would be appeased soon in this land there was no shortage of fools looking to make a name by killing a mutant.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Blake sat in silence and wondered about Ashe's father. The way the kid mentioned him makes me think he's someone important. But who?

Through his many years of mutant hunting, Blake had met some of the most powerful men in the wastes, killed many of them too. Me reminded himself to press for more information later.

Suddenly, Gear exclaimed as a flash of lightning sparked out of the weapon he had been working on. Blake stood up to get a better view and nodded, visibly impressed. "That's some pretty useful science," the truck hit a pothole hard, bouncing violently to one side. Blake had grabbed the two nearest seats to steady himself before continuing to Gear: "Complicated weapons can be just as dangerous to their weilder though." He stated as Gear yelped at a static shock.

Making his way back to his seat, Blake called over to the inventor. "The problem with constantly making new stuff is that you never become proficient with them all... And a lack of proficiency can get you killed out here." He unstrapped his crossbow and waved it at Gear. "See this crossbow? I've used it almost my whole life...loading, aiming and firing is second nature to me. Do you get that with all your inventions?"

Strapping his crossbow back behind him, Blake shrugged and waited for a reply.

 

[Emurlahn]

"I know they can be dangerous." Gear said stiffly at Blake. "Why do you think I am testing and tinkering with it all the time? A hint, it's not just because I enjoy the surprises." The last bit had a sarcastic undertone. He laughed slightly. "If you look after you'll see that I'm at least as old as, if not older than you. So I would believe that we both know enough about dangers."

Gear shook his arm slightly, the shock was still stinging in the shoulder. "And no, I don't have that proficiency with all my inventions, only with the ones I've made for myself. Even tinkering, repairing and enhancing them is second nature to me." He took up the powder-gun. "This one I made more than 20 years ago, and I've been constantly experimenting with it and making it better. This," he gestured at the steam-cannon that was still standing on the floor. "I started making 15 years ago, and I'm still finding ways to improve it, and my ability with it." He then put his and on the lightning-gun. "And this 'new' one, was started about 8 or 9 years ago." Something was shining slightly inside Gear eyes as he talked.

"All of these things," He continued with a proud strength in his voice. "Are an extension of myself." He made slight art pause. "Of course they are second nature to me. They are me." He was interrupted by a loud hissing noise below him. Looked down, and then slowly lifted the cannon with the bottle attached to it. The bottom of the bottle now had a hole in it, about an inch, and so had the floor of the car. "Well," Gear sighed. "At least it wasn't unexpected." He took the bottle and the cannon from each other, and shook the cannon slightly. There came a sloshing sound from it, and Gear smiled satisfied. Then he proceeded to throw the bottle our of the widow.

 

[Dectomax]

Marcus laughed at the old man's speech. The truck was rumbling alongside the river, the water rippling and ebbing against the shore. It seemed almost peaceful. The Air was split by a sudden Airhorn. Infront, a walled compound stood out. Abouv the ramshackle gate a man stood. Waving his arm at the trucks. Ford stopped and Marcus pulled up next to his truck.

The gate opened and out came a small man, much like a dwarf, a large ginger beard was tucked into his belt, that hung tight around a plump stomach. The man stood at the front of the village. "This, is Coleman's landing strangers. What can I do for you? He asked.

 

[Chaos Incarnate]

Delrath jumping out of the van, it sprung several inches up knocking the passengers around as he exited. Delrath could smell several other men, hidden somewhere nearby, Guards, this man is no fool Delrath thought as he approached the dwarf, Delrath looked like a giant standing near the man. Yet Delrath could smell only the slightest trace of persperation, He's dealt with our kind He thought. Delrath stated three things "Airship, Passage, Food" The first two were for the group the last was for him, the raiders had had stringy unappetizing flesh.

 

[Dectomax]

The man looked at the mutant. His mouth opened and closed for a second. Fear flooded him. The guards at the gate raised their rifles. Marcus stepped out of the truck, waving his hand. "Woah there, don't mind our friend. We've come from Crux. Our...employer has asked us to find a ship, an airship. It crashed north of here somewhere? You know anything about it?" Marcus inquired.

The short man laughed. "An airship? Like flying? You're mad! If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. I just gotta make sure your not gunna slaughter my people. We get some bad folk around these parts. By the way, my names Coleman." Coleman said, holding out a hand to shake. A rare thing in the wastes.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe noted Coleman's words as she heard the man speak. Ashe reached for her shotgun despite the fact that guards were aiming at them, Ashe tried to show no fear. Ashe loaded a few shells into it as she scanned the area. The village looked quaint and the guards' weapons looked worn-out and overused.

"I don't like being aimed at..." Ashe whispered as she loaded the final shell into the shotgun.

 

[Chaos Incarnate]

"Guards leave" Delrath said staring at Coleman "Leave or I eat" Delrath, opened his mouth letting his massive tongue slide out dripping with saliva as he leaned in close to the dwarf, he inhaled loudly "Fear" He smelt, Guards attack I can take it He thought.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Mortis leapt form the back of the truck and made contact with the dusty base of the waste. As he uncoiled himself he brushed his lab-coat making sure no dirt or muck would stain it further. When he was at full attention he walked to where Delrath was leering into a man who was as disproportionate as he was small. This man's head was gigantic and his legs nothing more than stumps, also, It wasn't obvious but one arm was slightly longer than the other.

Tension was thick in the air as Delrath leaned in to address the little man with his elongated tongue, an act of exhibiting some sort of superiority, Mortis had deduced. Not matter, for all the trouble his beastial companion provided, Mortis knew how to tame animals like him.

Mortis pulled out a syringe form his doctors bag and pierced the needle into a vial of clear liquid, extracting almost off of it. Mortis came from behind Delrath and glanced him over from top to bottom. After this brief investigation he jammed the injection into the softest part of Delraths neck.

"Night, Night" Mortis said cheerily as his thumb pressed down on plunger sending a powerful sedative into the Mutants bloodstream. Delrath arched his back, howled and then fell to the ground. Mortis then proceeded to turn his attention to the frightened dwarf who stood silently trying to decipher what was happening.

Sorry big fella, but you can't be causing trouble now.

"I'm the doctor on this expedition and I can assure you that no slaughter will come from us passing through. If you have worries about my associate here-" Mortis motioned to the now unconscious Delrath. "Rest assured he will be under my care and control."

Mortis extended his hand much like how the dwarf had done earlier.

"Hello, my name is Mortis.

 

[Dectomax]

Coleman stood, watching the scene unravel. Then, with a slightly confused look he turned back to Mortis and shook hands. "Well, tha's good, We can let you cross the bridge in our town. Though with these storms, hell you wouldn't get far. Them rains would eat through your clothing in less than a day. We got some stuff that'll help, but it ain't going for free. He said, waving at the trucks to enter the small fishing village.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe watched with slight discomfort at watching the mutant go down. He had been the closest thing she had to a friend on this trip but it did make sense that the doctor had to put the big mutant to sleep. Ashe then looked to the village, scanning and filling in the details that she couldn't see with her imagination.

"Interesting village they got here..." Ashe said as the trucks rolled into the village. The people looked relatively harmless but it wasn't common that "innocent" villagers hold weapons under their beds that they used to kill their "guests". Ashe held her shotgun tight to her chest and watched the guards watch them. From the looks of it, they wore mismatched clothes and rags. Curious children could be seen poking their heads out from their homes or their mothers' arms.

 

[Emurlahn]

Gear leaned over towards Mortis. "You sure that was a good idea?" He said, gesturing at the downed mutant. "He'll probably be enraged when he wakes up." He sighed. "Guess that's to late now, eh?" He said, more to himself than Mortis. He then carefully put the Lightning-Gun back into the rucksack.

When all his things was back at their place, and he had changed to the light-degrading-lenses he turned towards the dwarf Coleman. "What do you reckon we will need then?" Gear looked stiffly at the small man. "And do you think we could pay with favours instead of money? Cause unless Ford has got something up his sleeve I don't have anything to pay with except my skills."

 

[Dectomax]

Coleman thought for a second as they walked through his village, the trucks being driven by Marcus and Ford behind. "Well, you got food? We could always use food? I mean we can do a lot with the lamprey?" Coleman paused at the confused looks on the groups face. "Lamprey, there like fish, but with skin like sandpaper, hell that'll protect you if it rains. We do alot with it, most of the clothing here's made from it and the food too. So, we could use a little variety, if your willing ofcourse?"

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Blake watched silently as the events at the entrance of Coleman's Landing unfolded before him. He frowned imperiously at Delrath's heathen savagery and Ashe's naive bravado, but was somewhat intrigued by the injection that Mortis used to incapacitate the hulking mutant. Mentally noting to get hold of the concoction, Blake gathered up his gear and stepped down from the truck.

"Coleman," he nodded to the small man in ackowledgement. Blake had dealt with Colemans' Landing on a number of occasions: buying supplies, selling items that his targets no longer needed, and making sure they harboured no mutants. Coleman was a man who could be tursted.

"Getting sick of the lamprey, are we?" Blake hissed, hiding amusement through clenched teeth. "Can't be bothered to go hunting for yourself?" Striding ahead of the others, Blake turned to them, pacing backwards with his arms outstreched, his demeanor screaming perfect showmanship.

"Welcome," Blake grinned, spinning as he walked "to Coleman's Landing." He stopped, allowed his arms to flap uselessly at his sides, then faced the others. "One of the cosier and Puritan sides of this Twisted Earth."

 

[xXGeckoXx]

Edit: And poof it is gone.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Mortis was in the back of the vehicle keeping watch over Delrath. The sedative was strong enough to send a normal man to their demise, but Mortis guessed a being of his size and stature required the overcompensation, after all It had taken nearly twenty guards to lift the beast onto the back of the truck.

While he was unconscious Mortis examined the physical structure of his primitive compatriot. The calcium growths that sprouted from his shoulders were slightly discolored hinting at some sort of mineral enhancement making the bones stronger. Mortis had also noted a constant twitch in his nose, likely due to a heightened sense of smell.

All the while Mortis was fiddling with the two scalpels tied around his neck. The urge to slice the him open an 'tinker' with him was itching at the back of his skull. The beasts skeletal structure was clearly different from the average humans with what looked like a reinforced rib-cage and extended bones.The bumps along the rough rode through Coleman's Landing were rhythmic and with each jolt in his seat Mortis found himself being drawn closer and closer to the mutant. his hands were tugging and the scalpels and one had come loose from it's chain and comfortably in his grasp.

Mortis had entered a trance-like state and reached out with one of his scalpels now in position just hovering above Delrath's closed eye, his face was brimming with a sadistic smile. As he was drawing nearer a hand shot forth and gripped his wrist tight deterring Mortis from proceeding.

 

[Dectomax]

Marcus stood over Mortis. "I wouldn't do tha' if I wear you, man he's gunna be pissed when he wakes up...he'd probably fuckin' kill us all if you messed with him too!" Marcus laughed.

Outside, Coleman had walked the group through the village, next to the river a huge table lay under a tent. A few children were eating food there, each of them looked to the newcomers. Coleman waved at them. "Anything we can do to help, we'll do." Coleman said smiling.

A few Scav's were sat at the table too, now eating a batch of MRE's.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe followed the plump man as he led them to the river. Ashe held to her pack as she went closer to the moving waters. Ashe watched as the water gently passed by as if the apocalypse was only but a small event in the river's existence seeing as this river has probably lived much longer than her or even the ancients. The water looked clear but there was a tinge in the water, a sort of pigment to the water's rippling surface. Ashe squatted on the edge of the river and was tempted to run her hands through the water but knowing that this was the apocalypse it might be irradiated. Then Ashe saw a figure beneath the waters dart by. Maybe Blake was right about the lampreys and the fact that the people here rely on this as a means for business. Ashe got back up and wandered about the side of the river watching the water flow.

 

[Emurlahn]

Gear looked at Coleman again. "So, about business. Do you have anything you need repaired? I pretty sure I could figure it out, as a payment you know." He was tapping at his gauntlets brass plate again, it made a slight clacking sound. He looked around at the village, his eyes focusing through the dark lenses, making it impossible for the others to see exactly what he was looking at. His eyes stopped at the truck. His stopped both the tapping and looking, as if lost in thought. Slowly he turned towards Coleman again. "Do you, by any chance, have any silica? Or another kind of light rubber that you could sell to me?"