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RE: A Harsh Reality Chapter 1 : Legacies, Lovers and Toxins
OOC - Sorry this is so short too but my writing abilities have seemingly disappeared entirely. I do have some plans for thing to come (in the short-term) and a conclusion for this current adventure if none of you mind.
IC - Blade reached out, wrapping one rope around light rucksack and reached towards the wall of the building. His agile hands quickly slipped into the edges of individual bricks and from them he launched himself upwards, scaling the wall. He feet struck against the wall for barely seconds before he had reached a higher position. At last, he managed to jump one last time, stretching out his hands, he grabbed at the buildings roof. He smiled and laughed quietly as he pulled himself up onto the top. Fastening the rope down, he threw it over the edge and waited for the rest of the group to slowly climb it. After establishing a second rope and some time after that, the entire group was able to make it onto the roof. But before then Blade, Fang, Ferago and Bob were able of reaching the small second floor area crudely established above. Hiding on its corner where the wall took a right-angle, they lowered themselves to plan.
Ferago gestured towards a door, Bob was quickly there to examine it. The lock appeared fairly strong and tough. He reached for some lock picks but Fang interrupted him.
“I’m not sure,” he said, “but I think this might open it.”
He approached the door, still in a crouch, as the bulk of the party continued to examine the base of the building after finding practically nothing on its roof. Fang reached one of many pockets in his trench coat and drew out a small key, the lone key on a key ring. He drove it quickly into the lock and turned. A familiar clicking assailed him as the door blew open. He smiled in recognition of his success and prepared to enter the small building.
“Where did you get that?” Bob asked
“I found it nearby, for some reason, I just took it. Still, it seems rather weird that the exact key I find would open this exact door and the very next door I happen to arrive at.”
They silently agreed as they passed the threshold of the door. Fang was the first to enter, raising from his crouch, he examined the countless crates that lined the room one by one. He reached in, opening a couple, examining their contents as his associates entered.
As Blade’s feet passed the threshold, several crouched figures emerged from their hiding places, raising their weapons, training them on the party.
OOC - Sorry this is so short too but my writing abilities have seemingly disappeared entirely. I do have some plans for thing to come (in the short-term) and a conclusion for this current adventure if none of you mind.
IC - Blade reached out, wrapping one rope around light rucksack and reached towards the wall of the building. His agile hands quickly slipped into the edges of individual bricks and from them he launched himself upwards, scaling the wall. He feet struck against the wall for barely seconds before he had reached a higher position. At last, he managed to jump one last time, stretching out his hands, he grabbed at the buildings roof. He smiled and laughed quietly as he pulled himself up onto the top. Fastening the rope down, he threw it over the edge and waited for the rest of the group to slowly climb it. After establishing a second rope and some time after that, the entire group was able to make it onto the roof. But before then Blade, Fang, Ferago and Bob were able of reaching the small second floor area crudely established above. Hiding on its corner where the wall took a right-angle, they lowered themselves to plan.
Ferago gestured towards a door, Bob was quickly there to examine it. The lock appeared fairly strong and tough. He reached for some lock picks but Fang interrupted him.
“I’m not sure,” he said, “but I think this might open it.”
He approached the door, still in a crouch, as the bulk of the party continued to examine the base of the building after finding practically nothing on its roof. Fang reached one of many pockets in his trench coat and drew out a small key, the lone key on a key ring. He drove it quickly into the lock and turned. A familiar clicking assailed him as the door blew open. He smiled in recognition of his success and prepared to enter the small building.
“Where did you get that?” Bob asked
“I found it nearby, for some reason, I just took it. Still, it seems rather weird that the exact key I find would open this exact door and the very next door I happen to arrive at.”
They silently agreed as they passed the threshold of the door. Fang was the first to enter, raising from his crouch, he examined the countless crates that lined the room one by one. He reached in, opening a couple, examining their contents as his associates entered.
As Blade’s feet passed the threshold, several crouched figures emerged from their hiding places, raising their weapons, training them on the party.