Ophelia’s The Last Look
Inside, the team found an old silo Maybe 45ft deep and 20 feet wide. Probably it could have been used to house a large missile. Every ten feet were metal gratings and a ladder to the level below. There were three of these metal grated platforms and they were about half filled with boxes of provisions and tankard’s of ale. Food would not be a problem in the short term. The bottom had a metallic robot, female by her curves lying next to a red haired technowizardry wearing goggles slightly ajar cross his eyes. The robot was un-moving as was the technowizard who seemed to have a gash over his right temple (a slight rise from his chest would indicate he was alive). Along one wall was a faded white USA. Near the two unconscious forms were a couple of cots, crates, and lantern light. Basically enough room for 20 folks to sit nice and cozy like.
Common KN +2
Captain Claude clammered down the ladders carying Aggy. He moved a bit awkwardly, perhaps stiff would be a good word. Once at the bottom he lay @Aggelos gently on the ground as if she was something fragile. The bunker shook and the hanging laterns swayed jarring the shadows about. Dust and dirt crumbled down upon the heroes. Claude coughed, and grunted holding his shoulder. He looked up with a worried eye and relaxed as he saw @Ophelia Monk float down at last. He breathed a sigh as the world above the bunker rumbled, " Good job team. Careful...” Claude pointed down at the silver robotic woman and the red head Tschnowizard, ”The technowizard took a nasty blow to the head when he slipped. The robot... Would take a bit more explaining. sufficient to say she is a Priority Black Target.”
Keith Spirit roll
He stat down on one of the nearby crates, ”Looks, like we have JR Smith..." Angis had the CS soldier hog tied just right with some twine. "Plus... I count five of these blue D-bees." The Captain sighed clearly pained that circumstances had thrwarted the team's attempt to rescue more. His steel blue gaze surveyed the team, finally resting on Captian Lumpkiss. “You all did well. Don’t be hard on yourself Miss Borland. Whatever struck Pender... Gah damn U-rounds. Captain Claude was about to say more when one of the blue skins stood up and spoke in American!Gingerly an elderly blue skinned, first to be saved rose from the floor using his brethren to steady himself. His eyes were all white, and a think salt and pepper hair rolled off the top of his head and down half way along the backside. His voice was scratchy and melodical at the same time, like an old earth blues singer. " Th- Thank you all for your assistance. My name is Arlin. I am terribly sorry for any inconvienience our leader had caused. We morn him, and appologize for his last act. Few of our kind are weavers, and we were all so afraid we did not understand. On our world we were pursued by great ugly horned creatures born of flame and fire. They called themselves... The word in our language does not translate.” His voice wavered with a mixture of fear and hatred, the others near him whispered something and he regained some composure, ” It was our last stand. Our spell weaves joined forces with a heavenly knight glad in golden armor. This knight was not of our world. He and his brother, both dark skinned with pointed ears, led our final resistance. It failed but many of us came to this place from from a hole in the air, countless numbers of our people, Faelerin, have arrived scattered and afraid." The old one paused his legs shook as the bunker continued to rumble overhead, " Now we have been pursued by new horned ones, as foul as the old ones, but somehow different. Some Faelerin were taken to the east, to the great mountains. We tried to stay together but..." He ginergly pointed to JR Smith, "We ran afoul of black metal skull men... They kill some but capture the rest... My sister‘s children were among those captured two days ago and is held in their giant rolling metal box."
Jr Smith chuckled awkwadly on his belly eith his hands and feet tied, “Oomph, Ya needle nose wombat, blue babies running amok! We are just helping return you to your world by any means necessary.” Thunder eyed the shaking ceiling and rumbles from above. “You don’t know Mac... He is unrelenting.”
Claude breathed taking in the story mostly ignoring JR Smith, “We’ll that explains the latest field reports. The ceiling rumbled again, little bits of dust wafted into the air. The lantern light swung gently. He pried open a case of hard tack and passed some jerky around, “Well... Looks like the CS are just being thorough. We might be down here for a bit. Miss Borland please take a look at anyone injured, don’t be shy folks raise your hand if you need some medical attention.”
Angis took out some glasses and poured a drink for anyone from a green jug, “Da blue Faelrin told da most illuminatin’ story about der journy... Andda we might be down here for da meantime. Any one da else in a story tellin’ mood? Just no ghost stories, dey give me da creepies.” A strange place to share a story, but the dwarve looked like he could use a few, and the Faelerin perked up a bit after discerning what the dwarve was getting at. It seemed a story or six would help pass the nerve racking time.
I was thinking roll a d4
- 1 is club
- 2 is diamond
- 3 is spade
- 4 is heart
