Fine... crowbar.
Fine... crowbar.
I'm way too cool to have a signature... wait a second...
Elendrall and Joe barricade the Stronghold.
+30 Defense! -20 Barricading Supplies +1 Experience for both of them!
Alexander looks through a junk pile and finds a Crowbar! How lucky.
Mars, using his great Scavenging skills, finds a long piece of rope a knife. He combines them and now he has a rope-knife!
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Read "The Emergency Handbook" outloud to everyone.
Mars hands Elen the rope-knife and reads a bit of 'Power Up!' as well as picking up that infectious liquid bottle.
We should probably get going to the other room, guys.
Alexander laods his gun, hoists his crowbar and looks in the next unsearched room.
I'm way too cool to have a signature... wait a second...
Alexander loads his gun and moves on. Elendrall equips his new rope-knife. Mars picks up the bottle and gives Elendrall the rope-knife. He doesn't have time to read though.
Joe reads aloud.
""IN THE EVEN OF AN EMERGENCY, SHOCK IS THE MOST DANGEROUS AFFECT A PERSON CAN FALL UNDER WITH. THE IMMEDIATE RESPONSE IS TO MAKE SURE THE AREA IS SAFE FIRST, AND THEN..."
Everybody than gets up and walks to the next room. He does gain +10% to The Emergency Handbook.
As they go to the door, they see it is locked. It doesn't look difficult to open though; they could use force or a bullet or dexterity to open the door.
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If that doesn't work whack it with a pipe.
Alex uses his spiffy new crowbar to open the door if the psychomanipulation fails.
I'm way too cool to have a signature... wait a second...
Mars... waits.
Elendrall uses his powers of Psychic Animation and gets the lock to work on its own. It works, and the door easily opens up.
Elendrall gains +1 Experience!
As the door opens, the party sees a amazing sight!
They see a huge pile in the center of the living room, which is full of rations, ammo, weapons, medical supplies, and bits of silver and gold! It's the mother load!
They don't hear or see anything strange, though the room looks awfully clean; in fact cleaner then it would have looked back before the apocalypse happened!
But as the door opens further, they see a large figure standing over it. It is kneeling, as it is so tall, and is wearing a very fancy and expensive robe. It hasn't noticed them or doesn't care. It's hood obscures its features. The party feels a shiver go through them, even though they cannot explain why, this thing just really scares them.
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I bow down to this figure.
If it can meditate and lock a door, then it may have some intelligence. An attempt at communication might do some good.
Elendrall kneels before the figure and addresses him. "Hello humble sir. We did not mean to disturb your meditation, but we are glad to find someone of stable measure in these troubling times. I am Elendrall the psychic. May I ask what title you go by?"
Alexander moves into a ready but non hostile stance and prepares to defend himself. Maybe they'll get lucky and not die.
I'm way too cool to have a signature... wait a second...
If he doesn't care then why should Mars?
He picks up some Rations, Medication and Weapons before joining the others in greeting the figure, what is the use of gold and silver here?
The party enters the room and does their normal stuff. Mars decides to take a step forward and reaches for the pile, but suddenly, he feels something grasp his wrist. The figure had gotten up and was now towering over him, grabbing his hand like a naughty child stealing from a cookie jar.
With a light push, the figure threw back Mars's hand, and he rubbed it to get the pain to go away.
Then, they all got a good look at the figure.
He was wearing a long, flowing green cloak. It was embroidered with gold. The figure had long claws, with gems and gold set into them. Then, they looked at his face.
The figure's head was similar to an animal skull. It had a long snout and looked down at them all with calculating green eyes. The skull/head of the figure was also set with many gold, jewels, and gems.
On its body were many rings, settings, and piercings of gold and silver.
It finally spoke; looking down at Elendrall with its chilling eyes, which were also gold.
"My name is BUTMONO, the Lord of Wealth. How are... you?" It asked, in a way that was both very cold and unnerving. This guy was bad fucking news, they could all tell.
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Alexander raises his gun in a shooters stance. "Guys, back out the door. Lets just leave the nice monst- Man alone."
I'm way too cool to have a signature... wait a second...
"Both of you, stop it. He was kind enough to not take that hand, and you have been disrespectful in his home. Show him the respect he deserves!"
"I am sorry for my party's actions good Butmono. We are but survivors whom have had less luck and fortune than you. Desperation has wrecked our group, but I am sure we may coexist peacefully and without obstruction."
"I mean not to be impolite, but you are one of the more... interesting residents we have encountered. How have you fared in these times?"
(Here's an idea. Lets appease the imminent doom so it has no need to be imminent, and doom-bringing.)
Mars gives the man a dirty look and steps away, clearly not wanting anything to do with him.
Hey, Mars show him the coin.
BUTMONO looks over at Elendrall with a bored but peaceful look.
"I have fared fine, mortal. Very little troubles me, my hoards have not been pilfered from and I am sure that I will gain even more wealth soon. I have a thing going on right now that, if it works, will give me quite a boost to my stores of wealth and power."
As Alexander raises his weapon and instructs the others to leave, BUTMONO stares him down with a tiny cocky grin, almost daring him to shoot.
"Please, can we be civilized? Does my appearance frighten you, or are you just envious? Besides, if you honestly think that little peashooter will hurt me, then you've got a very serious problem."
Soon after, Joe spoke up, instructing Mars to show BUTMONO the coin. BUTMONO perks up and raises his hand, and a magnetic field seems to surround Mars and gently pull at all his metal items, but it grabs out his Rare Coin and floats over to BUTMONO. Something clicks nearby his skull, and a monocle drops down before his eye for him to inspect the coin.
After a few seconds of looking it over, BUTMONO giggles like a school-girl and thumbs the coin, before looking back to the party.
"This coin! Where did you get this? I have a collection of coins like this in one of my hordes, but I've never found this one in particular... What would you be willing to trade for it? And try not to be too demanding, because I could just, you know, take it from you."
He looked over at the group expectantly, and the way he grasped the coin meant he probably wasn't going to let it go.
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(Holy crap, nice catch Enm!!!)
Fuck that bastard, might as well make the most of it.
"Actually, it was in a pile of scrap. Guess his last owner didn't care for it much... I've noticed this fancy-looking pistol on my way in, don't know much about it but I'm sure Alex could put it to good use. If you prefer, you could also teach my psychic friends here a thing or two. I mean, it's free!"
Mars gives the shining blade one last look. So long, creature of untold legends. We have to take care of our friends even if it means leaving a beauty like you in a place like this to pick up dust. May we meet again.