Futuristic Hunt for the Codex - A future western RP - Always Open!

[Uncultured]

Welcome to the Hunt for the Codex RP!

For quick information, this post will be the go-to spot!

Dice System



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The dice system in this RP is meant to be sleek, non intrusive and easy for everyone to use. We will be using two 10 sided dice for all combat rolls. Any other rolls (for loot for example) will be done by me, so the only type of roll you need to worry about is the two tens we use for combat.

To use dice, look at the top bar of the web page and click dice. Once there, click the roll button which is in the upper right side of the page. You will be presented with four fields to fill out with information.

"Throwing a die for" is asking you the purpose of the roll. Fill out a brief description of what you're doing i.e "shooting at Scav".

Then change the number next to "roll a total of dice" to 2.

Then change the number next to "faces" to 10.

To add the dice to your post, copy and past the BBCode of the dice which is located directly under the date and time stamp on your dice roll.

It will look like this.

[dice]20095[/dice]

Then, add or subtract the proper amount of nerf points/buff points that come from your skills or any special gear you buy.

This is what a finished roll will look like in a post.

[dice]20096[/dice]

+3 firearm skill = 10

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Skill Buffs and Skill Nerfs

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Every skill that you have leads to a nerf, buff or no change depending on the level of the skill. Five is considered the neutral number. Every number above 5/10 leads to a +1 buff of a skill, and every point below leads to a -1 drop in a skill.

A person with a 10/10 in a skill will receive a +5 bonus and on the opposite side of the spectrum, a person with a 1 in a skill will receive a -4.​

Roll outcomes



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2-3 - Strong fails. A 2-4 results in some kind of pain or self injury. An example would be running at an opponent and tripping or throwing a punch and hurting your shoulder. With firearms it's impossible to really self harm without a backfire (which would break the gun, so that's a no go) so in the case of firearms, a 2-4 is just a bad miss. Luckily these are rare.

4-7 - Weak fails, a missed punch, a missed shot, a blocked slash, etc.

8-11 - Neutral rolls. Neutral rolls are when the strike lands, but doesn't land well or cleanly. This is when you shoot someone in their bullet proof vest or punch someone but the strike lands awkwardly. The only enemies these rolls will effect are common enemies, who can be killed or knocked out by neutral rolls.

12-14 - Weak success, these are tagging hits that do damage but don't immediately kill or cripple tougher enemies.

15-18 - Strong success, these are hard hits that can do a lot of damage but don't automatically kill or cripple the hardest of opponents. Some examples would be shooting someone in the stomach or cutting a hand off with a sword. These rolls are the bread and butter of killing tough enemies as each one slows down, and eventually kills the toughest of enemies.

19-20 - Critical hits! Boom.... Head shot! One shot kills, one punch knockouts, decapitations, etc. These will kill everything except kingpin level enemies. Enemy bosses must beware of critical hits!

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Fights

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Before every fight I will post a list of the types of enemies we are facing and the number of enemies we are facing.

The amount of rolls required to kill enemies listed below are TEAM WIDE numbers, not individual. With proper team play, even the toughest bosses can be light work.

There are five classes of enemies.




Common Enemies, the most plentiful of all opponents!

Can be killed by anything other than a fail. Even a neutral roll will kill or knockout a common enemy.

Tough Enemies, aka a trained enemy! They're common enough.

Tough enemies can be killed by two weak success rolls. Anything above a weak roll will one kit kill or one hit knockout.




Under bosses, big badass SOBs with a lot of training!

Require four weak rolls, or two strong rolls. Can be killed by two weak and one strong as well. Can be one hit killed/KOed with critical rolls.

Bosses, dangerous enemies capable of mass violence and killing!

Require four strong rolls to kill. One critical will not kill this enemy, it requires a critical hit and a strong hit, or two critical hits. Weak successes won't do anything.

Kingpins! Where's the funeral music? Your family might need it.

The amount of hits to kill a kingpin depend on the situation. These enemies are very, very rare, and generally they will not be human. We will face a couple of these throughout the RP.

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Roll Rules

In every post you can select one enemy to target at the start. You then can roll two times to hit/kill the selected enemy in your post. Those rolls can be any two different types of roll.

If you one hit kill or one hit knockout an opponent, you can target a second opponent to attack. The limit is two enemies per post, and you can only attack that second enemy if you one hit kill the first targeted opponent. When you target the second opponent, your roll count is reset, so you're allowed two rolls to kill/attack that enemy, even if you've already used two rolls to attack the first enemy.​

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[Uncultured]

The dingy bar you've been brought to smells of cheap drink and sin. The floors are well worn and the patrons look equally broken in, each one sporting a different variety of misery upon their sunken features. The city of Akron was never the happiest place on earth, even before the war, but here, the sadness is palpable in the air, like a fog laying itself over the earth.

You wouldn't be here normally, you're a business person, perhaps a merchant or a gun for hire. Maybe you're a bounty hunter, a smuggler, a caravan guard, a mechanic, or just a wanderer going place to place, whatever it is you do, it's not this, not something this insane, but the money was too good to pass up, and now you're here, locked into a madman's venture.

As you're led into the basement, you realize that you might die on this epic journey, a lot stands in your way. Mutant hordes, vicious bandits and gangsters, feudal dictatorships, Scav raider parties.... hell it'd be shorter to list what isn't in your way.

The weight of this decision hits you as you step into the makeshift conference room, and as you sit you begin to mull the facts over in your head. How could this be a good idea? Looking for a tall tale told to kids before bed isn't something you invest your time in, but the money, the money was too damn good to pass up.

The distant and angry eyes of the arms dealer sweep about the room, taking in the glares of those he's brought together for the momentous job. His reptilian goon stands beside him, chest bare, displaying dozens of scars, his hands twitching, almost aching to un-holster the two massive revolvers they grasp by their ornate handles.

"As many of you know, I have brought you here to find the codex" said the arms dealer, clearing his throat.

"You've all heard of it, no doubt. The weaponry of the gods, to be found and used by man for good or for evil.... that bit of bullshit" said the man in an amused tone before puffing on his cigar.

"Well, it's no legend" he said, a slight smirk ghosting the edges of his lips and a hungry glint in his eyes as he looked about the room.

"One of my informants has found a location, trouble is, he's no trustworthy fellow, I hear he's making his own crew to make a pass at it, thing is, you're going to get there first" he said proudly.

"I've hired you not only for your considerable skills, but because you have balls of steel, each one of you, brass and fuckin' steel balls between those legs of yours"

"You're going to get there within three months, whatever stands in your way, you kill it and when you get to Nevada, you're going to get that fucking codex, and kill that traitorous son of a bitch who's makin his pass, and when you kill that fuck, I want to remember how he died to people on my payroll. I want you to remember the look on that poor fucks face when you light him up, because if you double cross me, ain't nothin' in this waste gonna get between me and killing you myself, and I'll do it slow-like" said the arms dealing crime lord, his vicious eyes narrowing into slits with the final words.

"Now, if you have any questions, this is the time, if not, my man Vorsith will head over to the stables and bring the land crawler, he'll fill you in on all of the details on your way to Redwood" he said, gesturing with his head to the reptilian, puffing on his cigar once more, the self contented smugness radiating from him in waves.

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[StoneWolf18]

test

Location: Basement of Bar


Thoughts: You have to be kidding me…


Status: Wary


Tags: @HunterJJ


Assets


Firearm Accuracy || 5/10


Melee Weapons || 2/10


Hand to Hand || 5/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging || 10/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude || 3/10

The first thing Raphael had met walking into the bar was the overwhelming yet familiar scent of stale ale, piss, and desperation. The many visitors casted her dark looks as if she had done more than walk inside. The whole town seemed to reflect this feeling, dark, gritty, blood spattered on most walls…It pleasantly reminded her of home. How long it had been since she had gone back to check up on everyone, especially her father. She imagined how furious he would be. Screaming, yelling, things thrown, most likely a gun shot here or there. But after getting all that out, he wouldn’t let go. Hugging her tight enough to crush her lungs.


Shaking her head, the woman reminded her herself that was the main reason she had been reluctant to return. For she would never leave. Yet that also begged another question that remained unanswered. Why was she here, perusing a legend that may only exist in a madman’s fantasies. Yes, she was pretty much as walking myth herself, though that didn't mean this “codex” was all it was cracked up to be.


Adjusting the collar on her coat, making sure her gills were concealed as best they could (she didn't want to risk starting a fight, though it wouldn't be that hard to kick a drunkard’s ass.) Raph continued into the basement. The air becoming progressively thicker as more unpleasant smells were thrown into the disgusting mixture. How dangerous this quest is soon worms its way into her mind. She had dealt with more shit than most people in her lifetime, and doubted it would end before she did. Though if this all powerful object did exist...it would be the equivalent of stepping into hell itself.


Finishing her descent down the stairs, Raphael saw that this was a makeshift conference room of some sort. Most of the furniture had obviously seen better days, most appearing to possibly be from the old world. Cracks in wood, large patches in cloth coverings on seats, rusted metal, it was an even more depressing sight than the lot of people upstairs.


Sitting whilst ignoring the cries of protest the chair gave, Raph let her gaze wash over those in the room with her. An odd assortment of people from standard wasteland material to rough and tough bullshit. It was now amusing how many people would be stupid enough to actually buy into the old man’s tall tales. Finally looking to him, the arms dealer was a bit to...clean. Clearly never have gone out and fought some of the things she and many others in this room have. Hell, he’d probably have his minions do it. Rolling her eyes, she was extremely tempted to get up and walk out. If he wanted it, the bastard would have to get it himself.


Moving to stand, the woman was a bit late because he had begun talking. With a bitter sigh, she leaned back and listened to what he had to say.


Mr. Pretty-little-bullshit’s speech was...interesting to say the least. But three months to find something that might not exist? This guy had to be smoking some serious shit. When the crowd had settled, she cleared her throat before asking “I got one. How they hell are we supposed to believe a word that comes out of that prettily little mouth of yours? What about any other important info? For all we know, this could be a suicide mission.”

 

[RomanCat]

The smell of the shabby establishment barely affected the girl who spent her childhood picking through the garbage of places like these. Baron kept low, which wasn't hard for her, as she crept around the edge of the room, keeping her head down and hood draped. The patrons paid her little mind, instead focusing on their drinks and depressing lives.


As Baron passed an unconscious indulger, she removed his watch, placed it on her wrist and checked the time, noting that she had arrived a few minutes early. She took this time to observe the few others in the tavern. She tried not to think about the game of go-fetch that the old man was coaxing her into. However his promise was near impossible to give up, and the thought of meeting a member of her family again was enough to consider it, but the addition of Denims death made it certain that Baron was following the geezer on his quest. It just made things simpler if she ignored the prospect of death, doing so.


After a corkscrew, an ace of spades and a match had been misplaced into her bag of tools and trinkets, she approached the door. She checked behind her, giggling at the game of cards that had spiraled into a fistfight over accusations that the other was hiding a card up their sleeve.


She opened the door and took a step into the room of people and chairs. She caught herself staring at the intimidating salamander that stood in the corner over watching everyone, immediately. She awkwardly diverted her eyes to the ground, as she pulled out the chair furthest from the lizard man. The mans voice being projected over the room snapped Barons left eye towards him, the right one taking it's time adjusting itself.


Baron didn't care much for his boisterous claims, or his remark about the metallic testicles that were absent between her legs. Gazing around the room from underneath her cloak, she took in all the people who had sat down to make a deal with this devil, watching for any sign of discontent beyond nervous glances and shaky limbs. She was not disappointed, as a woman behind her spoke up.


Baron returned her gaze toward the smuggler, awaiting his response to the hostile question.

 

[Uncultured]

@StoneWolf18

Teague (NPC)



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"You're right, for all you know it is a suicide mission, good thing I'm not paying you to know, I'm paying you to double down and beat that traitor fuck to the codex" said the man, puffing the cigar for a moment in the aftermath of his words before continuing.


"Thing is sweetheart, I'm not some run of the mill organizer looking to pinch fucking payroll from a casino, or whatever it is your small time bosses have had you do in the past. I'm the wealthiest man in this half of this bleeding fucking country, and I wouldn't be spending as much as I am on equipment and information if I didn't know, without any doubt, that this item exists" said the man, his words tumbling over one another in annoyance.

Finch (PCs)

"This is one interesting bunch of killers I've gotten myself involved with" thought Finch in a drawling tone as he looked about the room, glancing at each hired hand for a moment in order to size up his new co-workers. With small sight checks the smuggler analyzed the movements of those around him along with their dress and their weaponry. If Finch knew something about running with criminals, it was that it payed to know who was stable and could be relied on, and who was a maniac with a death wish, and anything could be a potential red flag. Kill notches on a gun were a big one, along with tattoos of the hands and neck with images of death, hatred, racial supremacy or human supremacy over mutants. Eye twitching, wringing hands, flaring nostrils, dilated pupils from drug use, any of those things could be a potential tip off that would allow the tentative criminal from getting too close to one person or another. In the smuggler's estimation, there were several more level headed folk than insane bastards, and while to the outside world that would be cause for alarm, within the clandestine world the man operated in, that was the best kind of ratio of sane-maniac that one could hope for.

At the conclusion of the bosses tirade towards the woman who had spoken up, Finch cracked a sly grin. If one thing could be said about the man at the head of the table, it was that he was one hell of an entertaining speaker. His words weren't minced when he responded to the woman, and they dove straight to the point, highlighting his major points and handling her potentially destabilizing question with a mixture of dodgery and blatantly flagrant and foulmouthed speech in order to distract the motley crew of people from the potential truth the woman was speaking. The arms dealer's language was certainly "colorful" and while some people wouldn't have appreciated such gruff words, Finch wasn't one of those people. The smuggler couldn't help a small chuckle as he replayed the man's quiet, yet massively flagrant phrasing and use of the English language.

Finch thought a moment about raising his own question, but soon quelled the urge. Any question of value would receive a far more detailed answer from the reptilian at the boss' side than the boss himself. As soon as the situation allowed, the smuggler planned to speak with Vorsith to attain more knowledge of the situation as all he would receive from the crime lord would be an ample amount of disdain mixed with hyperbole and perhaps a tell off detailing the man's own personal wealth and Finch's position as an underling.​

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[UnknownSection]

Arlo Karrigan


Firearm Accuracy: 10


Melee Weapons: 2


Hand to Hand: 1


Defense/Agility/Dodging: 5


Mechanics/Explosives Aptitude: 7

Arlo noticed that the interior of the building reeked of a vile stench as he walked in. He took off his hood and contorted his face as he shut the door quietly behind him. It's not as if he hasn't been in places like these before. People who needed the nastiest and dirtiest jobs to be done were usually dwellers of such environments. He quickly took out his stainless steel revolver and swiftly popped out the chamber. He meticulously took out each bullet and inspected it, making sure that all of his ammunition was ready to go in case of any altercation. After finishing his scrutiny of his pistol, he quickly flicked the chamber back in the gun and put it back in its holster. Out of pure boredom, he decided to entertain himself for a little bit before heading down into the basement.


By the time Arlo was done flaunting his various flushes and straights to some fellow poker players, the meeting had already started. Looking up at the clock, it had only been a few minutes since it begun. Pocketing his winnings and excusing himself from the table, he walked across the creaky wood to the door that led downstairs. For all he could know this could just be a be a sham. Some secret weapon of mass destruction that has the power to virtually do anything? It would sound pretty spurious to anyone of the common populace, but fortunately or unfortunately, Argo wasn't an individual of the general populace. As he neared the door, he placed his hand on the rickety knob and twisted it, releasing an unpleasant sound.


Arlo made his way down stairs, and stood before a large group of people. Searching through the faces, his eyes landed upon the arms dealer he was all too familiar with. Teague was busy answering a woman's inquiry, so Arlo quietly slipped into the group, attempting to not attract too much attention "Fashionably late," he said sheepishly as he walked towards the corner and put his back against a wall. He was not surprised at all when Teague became slightly agitated at the question, and Arlo allowed a small snicker to escape his throat. He knew this was going to be a very, very interesting gathering.


Averting his attention away from Teague, his eyes scanned over the group. They all seemed like they were experienced with the dangers of the world, and formidable in combat. If these were the people Arlo would have to work with, it didn't seem like there would be a problem with people not pulling their weight. He just hoped that petty egos would not cause conflict among them, for Arlo has been unfortunate enough to experience such vexatious matters before in previous groups that he has to work with.


A question suddenly popped up into Arlo's head just then. It was about one of the main things that had made him inclined to come here in the first place. Arlo turned towards Teague and opened his mouth to speak. "So Teague sir, guy, employer, whatever. How much exactly are we going to get paid? And also how and when will these transactions be made? Considering the extremely treacherous and dangerous journey that we are about to embark on, shouldn't we at least get a little insurance? If you know what I mean," Arlo said, his lips curling into a subtle smile.

 

[Uncultured]

@UnknownSection (22 caliber bullets are standard currency, most people don't use that sized bullet so it's a stable, limited currency)

Teague



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"Always the money with you folk eh?" said the arms dealer with a chuckle, taking a moment puff on his cigar.


"The payment depends on what currency you choose to accept of course, but the standard rate for your services is ten Boston Bank stamped gold bricks or the equivalent value in other items to be delivered to a bank or safehouse of your choosing."


(OOC that's enough to retire for a good long while, a gold brick can buy a house, ten will buy you a city)

 

[Clairvoyance]

Claire

'Dirty' would be an understatement to describe the filth of the bar Claire had just entered. Not only the building itself, but the people too. They were all diseased, drab, grungy and just plain gross.


All the men noticed Claire's clean, youthful appearance the moment she stepped inside though. She received winks and a few wandering hands, but as soon as she'd passed, the bloodied mace strapped to her back stopped any further attempts for their wolfish desires.


Teague, the arms dealer, had told her through a discreet contact that this could be her chance at adventure. She'd never met the man personally, but she'd heard rumors; rumors that, in more polite terms, described him as a gruff old asshole. He'd vaguely described something called 'the Codex,' an all powerful weapon of some sort, and told her to head to the basement of the bar if she wanted in.


Figuring that there was nothing worth her time in the bar itself, Claire padded down the stairs to a solid wood door with a creaky knob and slipped inside. Teague had already given his initial speech. 'Damn!' she thought. 'Hope I didn't miss anything important.' She settled into a seat in the front of the gathering, springs screeching quietly under her weight.


When she'd come in, a man had been asking Teague a question. A shady, but not bad-looking guy. Teague had given his answer in reply, chucking, it seemed, at the man's greed. It seemed that most of the people in the room were men. Only two other females were in the room. 'Hm...I almost feel special.'

 

[Blaire Wisteria]

Arashk hesitantly walked into the grimy dilapidated bar. He preferred to stay away from these types of establishments, but this time it was unavoidable. As soon as he stepped foot into the building, the horrid stench from within hit him right in the face. Looking around, he noticed that the patrons inside were some of the most abhorrent, distasteful, and repulsive people he had come across. Most turned to look at the strange reptilian creature that just walked in. None of them made a sound as Arashk hurriedly walked over to the bartender. He could feel their gaze burning a hole into the back of his head, as he made a beeline for the bar. As he got there, the bartender continued to stare at him as if waiting for him to try and pull something. Arashk cleared his throat and quickly said. "Excuse me good sir, would you perchance know where I can find the basement of this fine establishment? I have a very important meeting to attend to." Without saying a word, the bartender points to a small door in the back of the room. Arashk thanks the man before turning towards the door to the basement. Upon reaching the door, he could hear that the meeting was already underway.


Arashk hurried down the stairs hoping that he didn't miss anything really important. When he go to the bottom, he saw an old table full of people. Most of them appeared to be human, but there was a single reptilian standing beside the man who he assumed to be Teague. He had never met Teague, but he had heard stories of him and his influences on his travels north. He was quite surprised when he was approached earlier that day by men who were under Teague's employment. Not wanting to make a scene, he hastily found himself a seat and awaited further instruction.

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[UnknownSection]

Arlo Karrigan


Firearm Accuracy: 10


Melee Weapons: 2


Hand to Hand: 1


Defense/Agility/Dodging: 5


Mechanics/Explosives Aptitude: 7

Arlo nodded his head slowly in response to Teague's to answer. Ten genuine gold bricks? That was quite a large sum of money, and seemed adequate for the mission. Of course, money wasn't the only thing he was concerned about. Another crucial reason he came to this gathering for the Codex was the fact that the existence of such an item genuinely troubled him. He knew that Teague was relatively trustworthy given the fact that they had done business several times before and transactions went smoothly. Arlo could only hope that he didn't have nefarious intentions. However, the same cannot necessarily be said to other individuals seeking the Codex. Arlo could only do so much as imagine what horrors would await the world if it were to be placed into the wrong hands.


Satisfied with Teague's answer, Arlo responded simply, "Ah, that sum seems sufficient. I have no objections to it." Arlo's attention was suddenly diverted away from Teague and to the reptilian that had quietly entered the room, hurrying to a chair. Teague has gathered quite an interesting group here, heh. Now looking around the room once more, Arlo noticed that introductions have not yet been made. If he were to acquaint himself with others, he should surely get some basic knowledge. Calling everyone "guy" or "girl" would become troublesome. He noticed however that it seemed like some seats were still empty. And so thus he waited quietly to see if anyone else would attempt to initiate any sort of conversation.

 

[StoneWolf18]

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Location: Basement of Bar


Thoughts: $$$


Status: Wary


Tags: Mentioned @TheEndergod @Anyone


Assets


Firearm Accuracy || 5/10


Melee Weapons || 2/10


Hand to Hand || 5/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging || 10/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude || 3/10

Raphael had been quite surprised to hear what the old man was offering to pay. That was a huge amount, clearly enough to set her up and a few others nicely with some to spare. Yet, his answer to her question had been a bit...off. Not really answering upfront, but dodging it a manner that seemed as if he wasn't at all. Though the money...she wasn't one to be greedy or anything, but it was incredibly tempting. Most would see her as insane if she was to turn down such an opportunity.


Hearing a people creep down the stairs, the woman even thinking that one of them had cussed due to being late. Glancing behind her, Raph wasn't all that surprised to see another lizard enter the room, this one a bit less human presenting than the arms dealer's goon upfront. Setting her gaze back upon Teague, Raphael waiting to see if he hand anything more to say. For she was eager to get on the road.

 

[Uncultured]

Teague




After a moment of silence, the reptilian next to Teague reached into his pocket, withdrawing a buzzing communicator. After a moment of reading the message upon the small screen of the rare piece of technology his eyes narrowed and he lowered his head to the crime boss' ear, whispering in it for a few moments before raising his head once more.

Teague calmly placed his cigar within the ash tray that sat upon the oak table before standing abruptly, creasing out the wrinkles in his suit and straightening his back before speaking.

"Seems that some of my more distasteful business partners are currently on their way here to make an attempt on my life, suppose I'm lucky to have such..... dangerous acquaintances on my payroll" he said smugly.

As he turned to leave the room, he turned his neck back to face the group before speaking once again.

"If you didn't gather what I was saying, kill them all, lets call it an audition" he said, a sly smile on his face.

(OOC)




After a few posts between everyone (yau'll can talk, argue, introduce yourselves, complain about the situation, I know this has some tight controls plot-wise, but feel free to do whatever before the shit hits the fan) a bunch of goons are going to break into the bar, a bunch of gunshots will go off upstairs and they'll rush the basement, so get ready for a fight!

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[Clairvoyance]

Claire

"Ten gold bricks!" Claire exclaimed under her breath. With that kind of money, she could fix her hometown up quite well. Where the hell did Teague could across that kind of money?


With the imposing man's presence gone, she relaxed slightly. The springs of her chairs squealed again, and she winced at the noise. Her mace was jabbing her back slightly, and there must be a nail buried in the chair arm somewhere. Rather than prolong her discomfort, she stood and stretched.


The room was still rather empty, only a few people having stayed to hear him out. 'These must be the tough guys,' She thought. 'I wonder if I fit in with this crowd...no, I can't stop now. Even if the Codex doesn't exist, I'll still get paid.' Nodding to herself, she tucked the thought into the back of her mind, surveying those remaining but making no move to initiate conversation.

 

[Blaire Wisteria]

Arashk was slightly confused at what Teague had just said. "Was there something I missed?" he thought to himself. He didn't enjoy killing people, but hey, you have to do what you have to do. He starts to slowly look around at the other people situated at the table. One of then stood up and caught his attention. Arashk quickly turned to face her. "Um excuse me miss, it seems that I have missed out on a few details. Would you care to inform me on some of the more important matters? I am awfully confused at the moment, and could use some answers."

 

[Uncultured]

Finch

"So..... this guy..... something else ain't he, hell, ten gold bars, for both of us? Set me and Horace up for life off that" said Finch coolly to his dull Giant companion along with anyone who was listening.

After speaking, the smuggler let the front of his chair hit the ground, and after leaving his rear leaning position he stood from the chair to survey the others in the room. Many remained quiet, a few looked.... a little too anxious for the fighting, while others began chatting among themselves to alleviate the vacuum that had fallen over the group of people, and perhaps frayed nerves for the less experienced among them, if any of them lacked experience to begin with.

"So, a bunch of goons coming to kill the old man, anyone up for a fight or am I the only one in here with a loaded gun?" asked the smuggler with a slight smile and a tint of sarcasm, looking about the room to see if the motley group walked as hard as their armaments talked.​

 

[Clairvoyance]

Claire

Claire turned to the reptilian man, surprised at how polite he spoke to her. She smiled, saying, "Of course, yeah. For one, Teague's paying us 10 gold bricks each to go get the Codex from Nevada. I got here late too though, same as you, so I'm not entirely filled in either..."


She glanced at the door, then cast another towards Finch. "Apparently some of his enemies are on their way here as well. We're supposed to kill them."


@The Endergod

 

[Throne Trinity]

Vicar Micolash

A resounding creak sounds as the door to the bar opens. A figure stands awkwardly in it threshold, he adjust something under his cloak. The figure awkwardly steps into the bar and surveys the room. Vicars hands wander towards the swords at his hips. If his cloak wasn't covering most of his body this would have been received as a threat by the thugs in the room. Luckily for Vicar the hand tailored cloak was hiding this movement. As Vicar walks across the room his steps are noticeably silent. The seemingly ghostly lack of sound and the ominous, hypnotic swaying of his garb would send shills down any onlookers spine. Although Vicar looks calm and collected, the assassin was actually incredibly nervous. He hated being indoors, it was to claustrophobic for him. He much preferred the out doors. Vicar begins to whistle a song to calm his nerves, music had that effect on him.


As Vicar descends the steps he begins to over hear conversation on the matters of their payment. Something about gold bars? Vicar can't help but smile at that. What a useless method of payment. Vicar never had a use for money, anything he needed he either made himself or "borrowed" from others. Although it wasn't technically borrowing, Vicar found that people had trouble apposing him when their throats were slit. Yes. Gold was useless. What he was promised was much more valuable in his opinion. A whole entire record of music records.


Vicar silently walks into the conference room and sneaks into one of the corners that wasn't occupied. It seems that no one had noticed his entrance, just the way he liked it. After Teague leaves he begins to whistle again, this time not to contain his nervousness, but his excitement. Seems like blood shed was afoot and he was getting pretty restless.

Vicar Micolash

Firearm Accuracy 3/10


Melee Weapons 9/10


Hand to Hand 5/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging 7/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude 1/10

 

[RomanCat]

Baron shifted uneasily in her chair when Teague told them that a fight could occur at any moment. It didn't help her when someone stood up, declaring a sense of pride in the coming conflict. Many others even seemed to itch with anticipation. Not wishing to be at the forefront of the intruders, she stood up from her chair and walked, quiet and low, to the back of the room, away from the door to the bar upstairs.


Baron drew her damaged and duct taped handgun, holding it at her thigh. She made sure she kept herself inconspicuous, preferring to leave heavy fighting to those in her company who held real weapons.

 

[StoneWolf18]

test

Location: Basement of Bar


Thoughts: So damned full of himself


Status: Annoyed


Tags: @HunterJJ @Anyone


Assets


Firearm Accuracy || 5/10


Melee Weapons || 2/10


Hand to Hand || 5/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging || 10/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude || 3/10

As a man smugly commented about being the only man with a loaded gun, Raphael took her auto rifle from the side of her bag. Taking a loaded clip, she inserted it before cocking the firearm quite loudly. Rolling her eyes, she responded "If we couldn't fight, how would we still be living especially in parts like these, hot shot?" The man was extremely full of it, and the woman was going to make it her duty to prove the bastard wrong.


Continuing, Raph spoke to no one in particular. "I honestly couldn't care less if someone were to shove the barrel of a revolver up his squeaky clean ass. It looks to me like he's had it coming for quite some time." Standing, she rolled her shoulders a bit. With the amount of people, it was as cramped and stuffy as an outhouse during the summer. Hell, it even smelled like one too. Though it was only going to get worse when shit hit the fan.

 

[Blaire Wisteria]

Arashk slowly nodded his head. "Why thank you madam, you have been of much help. Although I believe that we should attempt to converse with the approaching ruffians instead of assaulting them right off the bat. Oh, but where are my manners? I don't believe that we have been properly acquainted. I am Arashk Pembroke, traveling merchant." He says while extending his hand to her.


@Clairvoyance

 

[Throne Trinity]

Vicar Micolash

Vicar stops whistling when Finch stands up. "So, a bunch of goons coming to kill the old man, anyone up for a fight or am I the only one in here with a loaded gun?" Vicar is snapped out of his daze. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts he hadn't even taken the time to processes his coworkers. He looks around the room. His eyes falling on each member, studying their body movements, sizing them up. He had worked with people before, except most of them would wind up "KIA" and Vicar would collect all the rewards. Of course that didn't seem like an option this time. It would be an interesting challenge for him to say the least.


Vicar emerges from the shadows and unsheathes both of his saber and rapier. His cloak parts down the middle as he pushes it to the side, allowing his hands to move freely. He connects them both at their hilts. He twirls the newly formed pole-arm around in his hands, slightly amused. He gives a quaint nod and a grunt towards Finch. Vicar ascends the staircase and travels into the bar and then outside. If he was going to face the thugs, he would do it in his own element.

Vicar Micolash

Firearm Accuracy 3/10


Melee Weapons 9/10


Hand to Hand 5/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging 7/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude 1/10

 

[UnknownSection]

no slide

Arlo Karrigan

Arlo Karrigan


Firearm Accuracy: 10


Melee Weapons: 2


Hand to Hand: 1


Defense/Agility/Dodging:5


Mechanics/Explosives Aptitude:7

Arlo grins slightly as he stops slouching in the corner. Well, it seems as I have to get my hands all dirty again, what a shame. He looked up as a man got off his seat and spoke. Responding to his comment, Arlo put on quite a performance as he took our his revolver, spun it around his fingers a few times, and aimed it at the man's head. "Pew," Arlo said playfully as he pretended to fire his gun. "What needs to be done, needs to be done. It can't be helped can it?"


Arlo glanced around him to see if anyone else was prepared for the imminent attack. This would be a good opportunity to see what these people were made of. "Now, shall we acquaint ourselves or just start shooting at the next unfortunate sot that walks in?" Arlo asked the people around in the room. He was content as he saw a man converse with a woman, giving an introduction. He then allowed himself to smile a bit as another woman decided to retort against the man who had just gotten off his chair. Aye, this group will definitely have its share of problems, there's no doubt about that.

 

[Uncultured]

@StoneWolf18 @Throne Trinity (was a tad bit harsh on your character with mine Throne, I did an edit to drop the douche-baggery of Finch by just a notch)


"Well, that was..... interesting" said Finch quietly, speaking as much to himself as to others in the wake of the bladed display put on by the masked man. Finch couldn't say for sure what it was that he had just seen, but it was something to ponder in the coming days. Not that weirdness was anything new to him, you couldn't stray a half mile without running into some kind of oddity, but still.....


"That mask, jeez that thing sure is creepy" Finch thought to himself, holding back a disturbed laugh as he pictured the beak of the thing, reminding himself to keep his laughter to himself when around the man, or potentially, woman... "No telling what kind of crazy could be under there, and they can certainly handle a blade... nice pole-arm too, must be custom" he thought to himself dryly as he walked over to the woman.


"And you, quite the snappy one aren't you.... Thing is.... How'm I supposed to know if you survived this long because of your skill with the iron, or because of your abundant reservoir of charm" said the smuggler, sarcastically feigning thoughtfulness over the sounds of men still chuckling at what she had said to him. A chuckling that died down as the smuggler walked towards the woman, eyeballing her weapon intently with a stern look upon his face, causing the men to tense with the anticipation of a coming altercation.


"You know there's a saying for this, I had one for it...... something about wrong feet" said Finch, trailing off a tad before continuing, his features less stern, having become more friendly as his words progressed.


"Where'd you pick her up, looks old by the design..... pre war?" he said, casting a glance at the well kept rifle she held.

 

[Fenris]

Kaine

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This place had everything you could expect from a seedy bar, but the sights and sounds seemed tinted by a melancholy even Kaine found a little uncomfortable. Human sweat and other less sanitary secretions stung his nose as he strode into the establishment. Somewhere in the back voices rose to a commotion, something about cards up a sleeve. That only brought an amused smile to the gambler's face as he turned to regard what was quickly turning into a brawl, nearly missing the petite hooded figure slip by. The spectacle might have been worth watching for the simple value of amusement , but a bottle shattering against the nearby wall indicated differently. Clearly the risk outweighed any reward, prompting Kaine to hasten down the steps toward his appointment.


Leaning back and folding his hands the brunette listened to the bald weapons dealers speech, all the while allowing his eyes to nervously flit about the room. So many deadly characters, it almost made him jealous that a single man had the means to gathers such a private force on a whim... if only he had those kind of resources. The weapon of legends sounded fantastic, perhaps a little too fantastic but that was hardly their problem; as long as the money flowed. Kaine flashed the ghost of a smile at his private musings that only grew with Teague's comments on brass and steel; he liked compliments, even fake ones.


One of the potential teammates asked about payment garnering a smug response from the arms dealer. The man was giving away enough cash to buy half the state, which only meant this job was going to be even more ridiculously dangerous than first anticipated. It was enough to draw an amused whistle from Kaine. “Sufficient's a good way of putting it. Lucky we have a bit of road ahead to decide how we'll spend it.” He wasn't going to admit it, but ten gold bars of pay meant ten bars worth of risk which was raising the stakes well beyond any of his previous ventures.


The confirmation to that sneaking suspicion didn't take long as the remarkable arms dealer revealed they had an unknown number of hired guns coming their way. Honestly, the only thing staffing of the accusation that this was but a setup, was the ease with which Teague commanded their disposal. “That's rather heartless, but its hard to blame a gent who's fretting for his own life.” The gambler offered nonchalantly, before rising to look for some cover.


A few others stood and one man sounded like he was getting ready to turn the tables and run a charge on the would be attackers. “I applaud the enthusiasm, but lets set up some type of defense or an ambush... you know, just to be on the safe side.” Kaine paused for a moment then dipped into a shallow bow before adding, “Kaine Coleson at your service and if you were wondering; I vote for blasting the next sot that walks in with a gun at the ready... as a precaution.”

 

[StoneWolf18]

test

Location: Basement of Bar


Thoughts: Hmmmmm


Status: Annoyed


Tags: @HunterJJ @Anyone


Assets


Firearm Accuracy || 5/10


Melee Weapons || 2/10


Hand to Hand || 5/10


Defense/Agility/Dodging || 10/10


Mechanical/Explosives aptitude || 3/10

Raphael didn't know whether to be impressed or frightened of the makeshift plague Doctor that had flashed his blades before walking out of the somewhat crowded room. Though there was enough time for her to ponder that question due to the man that approached her. Seeing as he was quite close, the woman slightly leaned on her side a bit to keep the collar up and concealing. It wasn't as subtle as she would've liked, though in a situation like this she hopped it would go unnoticed.


"Oh... Have my ways..." Raph responded in a similar manner whilst letting her gaze scan the man in front of her. “This? Why would an old weapon like this be old world? I built it myself.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, though held notes of humor. “The settlement I grew up in happened upon a large cache of weapons. Most were beyond repair though there were a few…”