Chapter 1 - Lone Wanderers

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OOC - Nice post,

I'm going to get into a meeting between Fang and Grim (and perhaps the others) later when I get back from school. Until then...

IC -

Razor was dressed in her usual trench coat, wearing thick leather gloves over each hand, and carrying an assault rifle that looked like it had been recently in use. Her facial features were in perfect stillness and lifelessness, she walked without any expression, only thin layers of make-up made her face stand out.

She stepped, slowly, into the light of the fire. “Hail.”

“Hail Sister,” Fang replied, climbing to his feet.

“Who, that I may ask is this?” Razor questioned with a raised eyebrow directed at the ghoul, who was busy half-cowering behind the fire, as if the Blade could not see him.

“He is called Patch.” Fang introduced him. “He came to me, bringing news of one who sought me out, called Grim. I am confident now that he is a friend, and would like for him to meet us.”

“Patch?” Razor asked, with another hint of curiosity.

“Yes,” Fang replied, he took two steps closer to Razor and gestured for her to sit. “We should wait for the other.”

“Ahh yes,” Razor answered. “Our friend Shadow.”

As if one cue to her words, the next figure appeared in the Shadow behind them. Instinctively, Fang turned, stood and raised his weapons. “Don’t creep up on people like that.”

“Who’s this?” Shadow turned immediately away from Fang, walked past the fire and took a seat on a wooden log sitting by the fireside.

“Patch.” Razor answered before Fang ever had a chance to. “He is a Ghoul.”

“So what new rise of information has come about since our last meeting?” Shadow asked, directing his attention at the still standing Fang who was just about to lower himself to the floor once again.

“How fared the assassination of Kroeger?” Razor asked him.

“He still lives. The assassination failed. But, new opportunities now present themselves. In the conflicts of the raiders, and the one named Grim and his companions, many raiders have fallen and their force is significantly weakened. While many more reinforcement are on their way, they will not be here for some time, and without Kroger to direct them, they will not well accept Mckinner’s command.”

“Mckinner no longer has the protection of a disadvantage at his death, with Kroeger gone and the raiders falling apart. We can kill him.”

“I would like to speak with Grim and his team first, that is why I have waited for you, so that us three may hear what he has to say, and determine a course of action between us.”

“Our Order does not cooperate with outsiders, Brother Fang.” Shadow made himself clear in just the tone of his last two words.

“These are dire circumstances, there are two forces of good at work here, and without them working together, they may do nothing but countermand each others efforts. We must meet with them.”

“Agreed. When can we set out?” Razor ended the discussion, more bluntly than Fang could ever have imagined, he had thought that they would take more convincing than that. But here they were, and the vote of the three had been sided. They would now go where the ghoul lead them.

Razor stood, and marched towards the Ghoul. “We put our fate in your hands, lead us, now.”


"If we cannot live proudly, we die so!"
-Eladamri, Lord of Leaves
 
OOC - Wrote thise a few days ago but somehow forgot to actually post it. Sorry,

IC -

“The Ghoul tunnels run all over the town and are connected to other systems of tunnels that lead as far south as the reactor, and there are also passages to all of the other local cities, though, these tunnels can be just as deadly to travel as above ground. As such, our local community does not do an awful amount of travelling.” Patch explained as he led the expedition. “The tunnels here are heavily adjoined with the sewer systems, so we will make our entrance there. However, finding the sanctuaries from the random sewer tunnels is what’s difficult.”

“We trust ourselves in your lead,” Razor said, following closely to the Ghoul for his own protection, leaving Fang and Shadow to watch behind for signs of attack.

“Don’t worry; I’ve trod this path many times before and I will not falter.”

“Where exactly are you leading us?” Fang inquired as they walked.

“The main gathering point, it is where all of my kind collectively meet. It is the largest of the bases in the tunnels or the sewer system.” Patch explained.

“Just how many of these bases are there?” Shadow asked.

“There are many; that we call sanctuaries, riddled throughout the tunnels in and around the towns. The sanctuaries are not always occupied, many of my kind are nomadic, but left there is shelter from the darkness, from the cold, and supplies of every kind for the next inhabitants.” Patch readily explained the system by which the Ghoul’s operated. Perhaps he should not be saying so much, but if you could not trust three Slayers, then who could you trust? “The main base however is always occupied, there are many side chambers where the ghouls make their homes, and many storage lockers where our supplies are kept. The main base is protected by armed guard practically all day and all night who keep out the terrors of the sewer, who sometimes stray into our territory. It is the safest place in the tunnels.”

“How well hidden is this place?” Razor asked bluntly, with no hint of curiosity in her voice like the other two Slayer’s had had backing their questions.

“Do not worry yourself.” Patch began to explain, dusting back what locks of sandy hair remained on his head. “One could not find this place unless one were following someone who knew the way, and even then it would be difficult to keep up. It has rarely ever been bothered before, and even then, the guards are usually powerful enough to keep back whatever threatens them.”

“Good.” Razor replied. “The raiders will likely be trying to find this place if it is indeed where Grim and the other are being kept.”

“I agree.” Fang said. “That is, assuming they are there now. Where they there when you left?”

“No, when I left they were still in the junkyard. But you can be certain it would be the first place they were taken.” Patch said informatively. “Quickly, we must make haste.”

It was soon after that, that Patch choose a manhole opening into the sewer below, and descended, and, one by one, the group followed.
 
OOC- Ok we are still waiting to see if Rogue or Gunslinger return. Otherwise I am a bit worried that this thread has reached it's limits. I will pick up a bit with those characters here.

IC-

Sleep soothes both Rogue and Grim. For Grim the long sleep allows the concoctions to do their work. When he wakes his perception is fuzzy, but the weariness in his bones and the slowness of his thoughts lull him back to sleep.

Rogue's sleep is restless, the sounds of gunfire and the explosions of sound. She dreams of violence and death, and when she wakes she sees the gruesome half dead visages of the ghouls about her. Confused between nightmares and reality she closes her eyes and drifts away.

She wakens when she hears Caleb's return. Weary, cold and tired, he sits down next to her, looks at Grim.

"How is he?" He asks.

"Better. The wound the head wasn't fatal, and probably didn't damage his mind. But his dreams are restless. He was a badge, did you know that? "

Caleb shakes his head.

"Well, we share the same dreams. Violence and fear. But the medicine seems to be working but has dulled his perception. They say he will sleep for awhile yet."

Caleb nods, but the news is distressing. "Regretfully we won't be able to wait." He says.

"What do you mean?" ask Rogue.

"What ever is afoot here will not wait, I am sure. I know there is someone down in the sewars with us, but I couldn't find him. A few times I thought I could double back, but he was always gone. Like eyes following me that I couldn't see, like a scratch that won't go away."

"Why would he follow us?"

"Why? For what ever reasons any of this has happened? And to be honest, I don't know all the story. All I know was that I got into a gunfight with a bunch of raider punks, then got this note from our friend, went to visit and was abducted, tortured, shot and then brought here. But why? No I am not aware of what's going on. I thought he could tell me." Caleb jestures to Grim.

"We spoke earlier about what was going on. Perhaps I can fill you in. But it seems the problem may be simply that you and the Slayer were sitting next to each other just before that gunfight. ANd who ever is behind the raider problem thinks that this is a new threat."

Caleb is tired and needing of sleep as well. His wounds had not healed and had gotten worse from trudging about in the sewars. He does not complain as the ghouls go to work on his old wounds, change the bandages. But the ghouls say nothing but merely sit and listen to the exchange.

Rogue quickly tells Caleb all she knows, and Caleb listens quietly, and only asks questions when Rogue finishes telling her story.

"All I wanted was to get out of town and continue my quest." She sighs. "Now I am stuck in the middle of a conspiracy."

"Aye, and I have the need to tell my brothers that they are threatened by these Raider scum." Says Caleb, again keenly aware of his duty to his brothers. "I need to send word to them."

OOC- ok, that's enough for playing someone else's characters.
 
OOC - Let's hope that they return soon. If not, I guess we end up playing their characters for them. I know that I for one don't feel like throwing a way all of our work.

Anyway, I have a little more to add.

IC -

Their guide knew every turn, and there were many before they reached the sanctuary. They passed through, many of the Ghoul’s abandoned camps on their way. Most of these consisted of piles of rags, empty, broken and smashed bottles, discarded clothing and medical supplies, even the broken tips of spears littered around them. These sanctuaries, barely more than platforms on these lakes of sewage, were all these Ghouls could look forward to each and every day.

But there was one last sanctuary, the most hidden of them all, and that was their destination. Every Ghoul in town knew the way to this place, and, it was forbidden to bring outsiders to this special place except under the direst of circumstances. And this, was one of those rare cases.

Patch constantly looked concerned, though he did his best not to let it show, Fang could see it, even in this dark. He walked ahead, and drew Patch aside. “What is it?” He asked the Ghoul

“You notice it too?” Patch asked. “We’re being followed, or at least watched, I can feel it all about us, on and off. It disappears, and reappears, it is interested in where we are going and what we are doing here. And it is foreign to this environment, though it would show no signs of it in its stealth.”

“What can we do?” Fang whispered into his ear.

“Play normal, pretend you notice nothing, that will give us at least some advantage of surprise when the future comes. Now quickly, back to the track.” Patch whispered, being as quiet as he possible could.

“It will not be long now.” Patch yelled, as if to a hidden ears in the walls.

It was over three quarters of an hour before they were led down the final passage, Fang sensed that Patch had been leading them in circles, on and off course as a means to steal from their memory the exact route to this place. Even if that secret weren’t hidden in the darkness that only he could truly see.

The final sanctuary was beyond some secret door, Patch made them wait at the end of the passage while he wandered ahead and opened it. Patiently, the Slayer trio waited, and in five minutes, the Ghoul returned with a smile of satisfaction on his face.

“Come.” He ordered, leading the trio quickly down the passage. At the end, an open doorway led onto a stairway. They followed Patch for some ten minutes, making their way blindly upwards and down, before he declared “This is the sanctuary.”

Patch stepped through first, and the group were suddenly confronted with the first sign of light they had seen in at least an hour, they were dim lights, and they barely illuminated the room. But it gave a comfy feel to the place, more so than Fang had imagined when Patch had been describing the place to them. Countless bookshelves lined the walls, and many couches, tables and chairs surrounded them in the room. There were more Ghouls here in these rooms that the trio had seen in their entire lives. And, from what Fang could tell, they were enjoying their sanctuary, where they were not mocked for the mistakes of the world. For their inhuman gifts. This was a place of understanding, and naturally, no conflict ever happened here. The Ghouls were at peace. While life must be hard, the stench of the sewers was out of reach, and this place was unfindable except by someone following one who knew the way.

The Ghouls wandered, and socialized. They read, they ate and drank. Dozens of rooms branched off of this main one, dormitories and single rooms, in them Ghouls could be seen sleeping. Fang had always felt sorry for the Ghoul peoples, but for once, he had nothing to feel sorry about. While to humans, this may be a camp of half-dead apparitions wandering about, to them, this was more than home; it was their paradise.

But it was not so for Fang. Many things had happened in the last week, things that he had not foreseen happening. Somebody grossly underestimated how far the arm of these Raiders could extend, and, from a mission in which he was dominant, he was thrust into a fight for his life, and potentially every life in the wastes.

Perhaps not at first, but there were immediate dangers. The Blade encampment for example, this was under a threat they did not even know existed. These Ghouls if Patch’s suspicions were correct, were also under threat of extermination. There were countless pieces to this puzzle, and how they were fit together would likely be the solution.

As it was now, there was he and they. He had been warned of the one called Grim, but that was premature, when little was known about the man. Now, Fang had received word from him, it seemed incredibly unlikely that he could be dangerous towards the Slayer. The raiders on the other hand, he knew not what quarrel this man had with them, or anything else about him, but he would soon find out all of this and more.

“This way.” Patch said, leading them beyond the main rooms of the sanctuary to a particularly large back room. “This is Squall, he is our Protector. He commands the forces that defend this place, and he ensures that we are never harmed.”

This Ghoul looked more well than most he had seen. Not least by the fact he was carrying an assault rifle in one hand, and had a particularly fierce look on his face.

“Greetings.” The Ghoul said, in a voice that reminded Fang of a prewar militaristic secret service commander. “Welcome to our encampment, have as pleasant a stay as circumstance permits. I thank you for coming.”

“We Ghouls have as much place in this world as any of you normies.” Another Ghoul said from the corner of the room. He was wearing robes and holding a large staff with a cross atop it in one gloved hand. “The unfolding of fate affects us as much as you. And we want to have a say in that.”

“That is why we brought you here.” Squall began again. “We have arranged this meeting, and I am sure you are anxious to begin.”

“The meeting will happen as soon as possible. The one called Grim; he is recovering from his wounds at the moment. When he wakes, and he is feeling better, you may speak to him. Until then, there are two others you may speak with.”

“Rogue and Caleb?” Razor asked the religious looking man.

“Yes.” He confirmed.

“What do we know of them?” Fang asked, turning to face her.

“What little intelligence we have gathered, Caleb is a Blade, an old cowboy and a great warrior. He has earned his place in the Fraternity. His position in their conflict is unknown, but the threatening of the Blade encampment outside of town might have something to do with it.”

“Caleb was taken by the Raiders, and held in the junkyard. It is for him that Rogue and Grim risked their lives, and the conflict from which their injuries are still healing.” The Religious man spoke again.

“This is Vinner. He is our spiritual leader, he comes from the reactor to the south.” Patch introduced him as soon as the chance presented itself.

“What about Rogue?” Fang asked Razor.

“We know very little of her, she seems hunted by the Raiders, whether just for her part in Caleb’s extraction or for other reasons is unknown.” Razor answered him.

“Her connection with Grim is unknown to us.” Squall explained. “But we know she is hated for how she fought.”

“I would wish to speak with them now.” Fang said, countless things were happening in the above world, things that would not wait with them. He was anxious.

Soon. Very Soon.
 
Finally back again....

Ok...first i'd like to appologise for not been here to continue the story...i sorta had some little problems with my pc, i wont go into detail but they are currently being sorted if PC World can figure out what the hell happened...I will continue the story on the college computers...i just got to read the latest peaces to get up to date..

Oooo and thanks for not just kicking me from the RP or killing off Rogue...hopfully i'll be able to post like normal again :)

Sorry again for any inconveniance.







This is not an auvoir but a bonjour to an ever lasting dream with out wakening....
 
OOC - It's good to know that you're still alive, that just leaves Gunslinger. At least with the three of us we can get this going again. I think I'll probably try to to write the actual converstation tonight, but I have quite a bit of homework before then. Might take a few posts between us to do.

"If we cannot live proudly, we die so!"
-Eladamri, Lord of Leaves
 
OOC- Rogue, welcome back. I hope you don't mind how you got played.

I also think Gunslinger will get probably get back into it as soon as he starts seeing some action in the game. Grim will probably be up and about soon, so I we can move onwards. However, please do the dialogue bits as you wish. Right now I am a bit busy with my classes as well but I will post later in the week or tonight.

Cheers!
Welsh
 
OOC- Guess I'm back, too. Let's pitch up the tents and get this freak show on the road.

IC-

"You're out there aren't you?" whispered Caleb to the darkness of the sewers. "Hiding somewhere aren't you, yah bastard?"

He had left Rogue in her room hours ago and picked up his Mauser rifle as he left. Even though he was in the sewers, Caleb knew that the sun had set some time ago. The guards were at the most vulnerable right now: tired from staying awake all night and giddy at the prospect of rest. Plus, the night shift would soon be circulating, leaving many gaps open. That was why Caleb waited at the entrance of the ghoul base, a lone sentinel with a rifle and two revolvers ready at hand.

The other two guards posted at Caleb's watch had left for a while now. The solitude was comforting to the lone Blade. He sat on a crate with the Mauser across his knees. The fires of the camp was at his back, throwing a very limited halo of light outwards. Flares would have been useful but Caleb didn't really need them. His eyes had already grown acustomed to the darkness of the tunnel and he was fairly confident that he could draw a bead.

As he waited, he whistled an old tune that was meant to be uplifting but had a dreary mood to it. It was "Hey Jude", and the cresendo of noise stretched out as it echoed far into the tunnels. As with his mad laughter during a gunfight, the whistling came out purely on its own volition. The noise at least kept Caleb company and it warned whoever was out there that he would be waiting.

"Hey Jude," he sang soflty. "Don't make it bad. Take a sad song, and make it better..."

The search party earlier that night had ended in defeat. The man they were hunting, the one that had shot both Caleb and Grim down, was wily and leading a troop of ghouls wasn't quiet work. While down in the tunnels, Caleb could almost feel the enigmatic man's presence just mere inches away before it left. He had kept a hand on his revolver at all times and had made out a mental map of the area he had scanned.

Now he waited, in hopes that the assassin would get too eager. Caleb was like a owl, a bird of prey with infinite patience and willpower, while the assassin was like a cougar, bidding his own for the right time to strike.

The whistling halted suddenly in Caleb's throat when he heard an onrushing off sewage pouring throughout the tunnels. The sound of splashing water mixed with feces caused Caleb to grin. The assassin would not be having such a peachy time hiding out in the tunnels.

Caleb got up from his crate, his back sore and a dozen joints cracking in protest. He took out both revolvers, dumped their loads into his pockets, and cleaned them out with an oily rag. He ran the rag over and through the revolver with a detattched concentration. When he was done, he stuffed the rag into his back pocket, took out Vindicator and six bullets from his pockets, and walked to the foot of the tunnels.

"I'm waiting for you!" he shouted out into the darkness. He opened up the chamber of Vindicator and began slipping cartridges into slots. The noise made was a swoosh, clank, click, as Caleb's thumb rotated the chamber around, stopped it apruptly, and jammed a bullet inside. "And I've got six bullets waiting for yah, too! I don't intend on missing either!"

And suddenly, as if in response, there came a dry, raspy laughter from the tunnel. Caleb thumbed back his revolver's firing hammer and primed it to a fresh bullet. The laughter wasn't coming any closer now, but it had stopped and the echo was merely carrying it. When it had died out, a voice so thin that Caleb had to lean forward to hear it, whispered out, "Yea, though I walk in the valley of darkness, I have no fear for I know I'm the baddest sonuvabitch to walk this world!"

And then silence, as the owner of the voice retreated further into the darkness he was most welcome in.

Caleb blindly fired off four rounds into the darkness in frustration, knowing that he would not hit the assassin. The bullets ricochetted off the tunnel walls and threw sparks into the darkness. For a brief moment, Caleb could see the heel of a retreating shoe before the sparks gave off.

A guard popped out of the ghoul base's entrance, gesturing towards Caleb. "You've got some visitors, Blade! Some folks in power armor, if you'll believe that." The guard popped his head back inside, leading Caleb back.

And as Caleb walked away from his guard post, the dry sounds of Mandrake's laughter followed him.

"Credo Ut Intelligam"- I believe so that I may understand.
 
[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Jan-24-03 AT 05:44PM (GMT)[p]OOC- Nice addition Gunslinger. We got to get this story moving again.

IC- Grim's dreams are tortured and painful, and as he sleeps, Rogue watches him twist and turn in the memory of agonies past. She looks over to Wally, but Wally merely says, "No worries, he ain't takin a dirt nap. Worst is over, and I expect him up and ready soon.

Fang continues to question Rogue about the events that brought her to Tabis and especially those of the last night. It is the word "Kroeger" spoken by Fang that brings Grim to consciousness and away from his nightmares.

"Kroeger can't be trusted. Kill him if you can." He whispers.

Fang leans closer. "What do you know of Kroeger?"

Grims eyes refocus to his unusual surroundings, eyes become brighter and when he sees Rogue, he smiles, relieved. "I thought we lost you." he tells her. When he looks into Fangs face he doesn't immediately recollect, but then the memory of the events at the Inn stand out.

"Who are you to ask and what is your relationship to the Blade, Caleb?" He asks, suspiciously.

"I am called Fang, and I am a Slayer. I know not this Blade you speak of, only that he sat next to me at an Inn."

"Well, apparently others think different." says Grim. "Your sitting next to him, and the shooting of the Red Fangs raised some pretty interesting questions though. There are those out there that think that the Slayers and the Blades have allied."

"I know of no such alliance." Says Fang. "What does it have to do with Kroeger the Traitor."

"Perhaps there is no alliance. But Kroeger, and his friends, especially a man named McKinner who seems to be a big shot here, think otherwise. You see they are part of this thing that Tabis is suffering, and its not just Tabis, its everywhere."

"So I have learned." Fang says, nodding, "Kroeger was from Bordertown."

"Yes, from Bordertown, but now he's working with McKinner, and they apparently thought you and the Blade were here to put a stop to their plans."

"The Border Patrol tells me that it was Kroeger that set up the fall of Bordertown. That he is the traitor. What is he to you?"

"One of the town marshals and a local offical too. It was Kroeger that hired me, who betrayed me, left me for dead and the reason why I am here." Grim says. "I've been waiting for him to show up, tracking him down. I came for his head."

"What business did you have with Kroeger?"

"Kroeger made his mark by going out into the Wastes, out past the Earthen Shores and bringing back trinkets. Mostly techno stuff, some weapons. But it was dangerous work and his success at doing was noticeable and proftiable. When the time came for being involved in local politics he took it, became a marshal and an official."

"This much we know of his history."

"Then you probably know that the Earthen Shores aren't the nicest stretch of dirt but we have people moving out there, town folk and farmers, trying to get started. New villages. Well the raiders were causing some trouble, forcing a lot of those folks to move into to town or make payments to Bordertown for protection. Bordertown's police were pretty stretched, so the town hired on local clans of Bucks to provide security. But one group of Raiders was especially troublesome. They had given a hurtin' to the Bucks. What they did to one of the villages...." Grim pauses in memory. "I used to be badge you see. But things change and I became a bounty hunter, what some folks call a head hunter. I and a small group of us, got hired out to find these raiders and eliminate them. We got hired by Kroeger."

"Kroeger hired you to kill raiders?" Rogue asks.

"Well that's what we thought, but it was just a diversion. As I said, the Bucks had been getting beat by these same raiders. Well we went after them and we got close to finding out the truth. We had figured that someone, an official, had a connection to the raiders, that he was getting his weapons from out in the Wastes. He was selling guns to the raiders and at the same time pulling them together. We also figured out that who ever this official was, he wasn't acting alone but that someone was orchestrating something big that would affect all the towns. Something that would upset how things are and let a new order take its place. But it was something secret."

"You knew it was Kroeger?" Asks Fang

"No, not until he betrayed us. a couple of the members of our party turned traitor. One morning they killed my colleagues and wounded me, left me for dead out in the Wastes. That's how I got this nice sunburn and a healthy dose of radiation posioning and a few too many rad scorpion stings. Well I got picked up by a caravan and brought back to Bordertown. Got one of them, Chandler, in a local brothal, and he told me that he was working for Kroeger and that Kroeger had a meeting here in Tabis. I looked for Kroeger at Bordertown, but he was off somewhere else. I came here to find him and aim to give him a dirtnap."

"Kroeger is responsible for the fall of Bordertown but orchestrating the raiders." Fang says.

"Yes, it was Kroeger that supplied the raiders with weapons, and it was also Kroeger that undermined the Bordertown police and the Border Patrol, who helped plan the raids on the villages. He got out after the Old Chiefton died and the raids began. But it was him and his people."

"Kroeger is behind all of this." Says Rogue, wearily.

Grim sits up and stretches his back. Feels the bruise on his head. His head still hurts but he feels together. Then he shakes his head.

"I don't think so. He's a part, for sure. But Kroeger is interested in only making a profit and being safe. He'll work for anyone as long as he thinks its in his interest. But Kroeger isn't big enough for this. He is a trader but he doesn't run caravans. He makes a profit selling to the raiders and working on keeping the raiders together, but that's only because its good for business. He's only interested in himself."

Fang thinks about that. "Kroeger was an official, you said so yourself."

"Yes, but only because he wanted to protect his business. He's a politician only to protect himself from the politicians and other businesses. Being an official means that he makes the rules."

"Mackinner?" A new voice, Caleb, has entered the room.

"MacKinner is the local flunky. He probably figures that if he cooperates with Kroeger he can take over the town, kill the counsel people and be the boss. But he's being used, just like the raiders, just like Kroeger."

Fang thinks about this. "If everyone is being used for a common purpose, what is the purpose?"

"What we are seeing is the end of trade, and if trade ends so does any business between the towns, and that's not good for business." Says Rogue.

"If business ends and each town is cut off, then each town is more vulnerable to Raiders." Adds Caleb.

"And if each town falls to raiders, then what? Raiders are people of the wastes, they are not fit to rule. And there are so many of them, eventually the alliance will end and they will turn their guns on each other." Says Fang.

"And so whatever civilization that still exists will be gone." Adds Grim, who begins to dress, then stands up and looks to his weapons. "Look I don't have the hard evidence yet, but I think that the face of our true enemy is not yet known to us. But it seems someone is putting this together so that all the towns, at the same time, fall. That's no coincidence but a plan. Maybe they plan to take over the whole area, I don't know. They weaken the towns, upset trade, and in the inter-raider wars that will follow, weaken the raiders. Everyone stands to lose here in the end. But who. Someone we know or someone we don't?"

Wally has been listening to this carefully. "Divide and conquer. Take advantage of the humies own greed and selfishness to win. Yes, use the humies against themselves. A military plan. But to do that would require a large network. Who has such a network." Wally looks at Caleb then at Fang.

"That we know of?" Adds Patch. "Only the Slayers and the Blades."

OOC- Ok, since I hardly recall the big plot and all what we did last month, I hope that sums it up for us.
 
IC-

Caleb shook his head slowly. He looked around the room wearily at the four assorted companions and said, "I'm sorry, but that's not going to work." He shrugged apologetically, sticking his thumbs in his gunbelt.

Rogue sat up and exclaimed, "Why not?" Caleb notices that her interest had been visibly piqued when a network of information was mentioned. Not for the first time, the Blade wondered at the interior motives of his new companions.

"It's....hard to explain," Caleb says relunctantly. "My people don't trust infidels easily."

Grim furrowed his brow. "Infidels?" he asks with mild offense.

"Uh, sorry, I meant 'outsiders'," Caleb clarifies, choosing a more genteel word. "The Blades have survived entirely by themselves and we aren't as willing to associate with, uh, outsiders."

"But you don't feel that way, do you?" asked Fang.

Caleb replied, "No, but I'm a special case." He does not go on to say that he is one of the senior-most Blade among his people, that the two revolvers he wore were passed down from each succeeding line of Blades, and that he had shed the blood of over one hundred raiders to earn them.

"So the Blades won't let us into their network," sighs Rogue, obviously disheartened.

"I'm not sure you're meaning the same network as the Blades have. For you see, the Blades don't have an actual established information network, per se, but rather, our encampments throughout the region keep an open eye over everything."

Grim cups his hand over his chin in thought. "So what stops us from asking one of these encampments?"

"It's not as easy as you would think. First off, the Blades aren't allowed to divulge information to any wayfarer. All their information is reported to the Homeland. And you can't get into the Blade Homeland without a Blade among your party."

"But you're a freaking Blade!" exclaims Rogue. She throws her arms in the air in exasperation. "You Blade's are not better than tribals with your customs."

"Hold your tongue, girl," bites back Caleb sternly. "What makes you so sure that I want to give you this information in the first place?" His eyes glowered threateningly.

"So you would just stand idly by as all the towns get wiped out by Kroeger and his mysterious leader?" questioned Fang with outrage. "I don't believe you'd do that, Caleb. I thought Blades were heroes."

"The Blades have gotten by without the help of the towns for a while now," replies Caleb calmly. "Just because we happen to scrag a few raider tribes doesn't mean that we're heroes." But Caleb knows the words coming from his mouth sound false. He isn't accustomed to begging for help, but now he knows he needs it. "The only thing that matters to me is my people. A Blade encampment several miles outside of Tabis will be attacked soon by Kroeger and his raiders. I just left the camp a week ago and we haven't enough men or defenses to hold off an entire raider force."

"So you're telling us," begins Grim, "that we have to take on an entire army by ourselves just for vital information that might save civilization as we know it?"

Caleb nodded. "It's the only way. If that single Blade encampment gets destroyed, all the other Blade encampments throughout the region will withdraw back to Homeland. And then the raiders will have free reign to go about as they please."

Caleb looks into the eys of each of his new companions. "I know it is much to ask, but it is the only way. I would not ask you otherwise." He takes a deep breath and asks, "So who's with me?"

OOC- By no means do all your characters have to go with Caleb. I'm not even sure if his Homeland even has the information on the leader behind all the plots. Maybe Fang's Slayers know more about him. I'm just trying to push the plot forward. Perhaps the group can break into pairs, one going to save the Blades and the others getting help from the Slayers. And it might be a good idea if someone recruits the Border Patrol for some assistance.

"Credo Ut Intelligam"- I believe so that I may understand.
 
OC-

Upon the surface.

Kroeger looks through his glasses to observe the gates of Tabis. A few guards on duty, more tense perhaps but nothing unusual. Nor should it be if McKinner has done his work and the local badges stay true to their word.

But where is Mandrake? Mandrake had been sent to the junkyard to interrogate the Blade. He had since disappeared beneath the surface. But that had been last night and he had not been heard of since. Mandrake was no easy man to kill, nor control for that matter. But his absence and silence worried Kroeger. No one is invulnerable.

Blades.... this business of the Blades and the Slayers irked him. He had received no word from the Others that their plans had been uncovered. Could it be there was a traitor in their midst, a mole, someone higher than Kroeger himself.

He checked his time piece again. Tonight he would meet McKinner, they would exchange the money, the final plans would be met and the final plans put in motion. And the Blades? A blinding flash, and in the blink of an eye the Blade camp would be nothing but ash.

Inside Tabis-

"Where is Claire!" McKinner demands. But those around him can only shake their head. Claire was supposed to be here, to be at the meeting. But she had vanished. And Mendez and most of his men are dead, the same men that were supposed to wipe out the rest of the Counsel in one terrible hour. Now the Chief of police will have to do this, and his reluctance to act worries McKinner. It will require more payment, it will make the Chief more powerful. McKinner wonders, privately, if the Chief might decide to take it all for himself and leave McKinner like the rest of the Counsel members, on a bed, a pillow atop his head, a burnt and smoking hole in the middle of his pillow.

But then there is still Kroeger, with his men and his raider connections who might be talked into doing more, and thus become the countervailing power.

McKinner is growing nervous like a gambler who realizes that the stakes he plays might be too high, and the debt collector is just outside the door.

While somewhere underneath Tabis.

Wally listens to the Blade. Humies, how little they change. He thinks.

"You hummies lack vision," he says, "because your lives are so short. ANd because you do you are limited in your perceptions."

Fang looks over at the ghouls. What he has learned already of them has forced him to pause and reconsider this quiet force.

"What do you mean?"

"You believe the truth of what you see, when so much the truth you see is but a shadow of a more true idea. You should read Plato."

"And you think speaking in riddles will help us." snarles Caleb, impatient to rescue his Blades.

"You think you can trust your own because you believe in your own. But you are all individuals, seperate and distinct in your perceptions and thus your selfishness."

Patch interjects, "Trust no-one, question everything."

"There are no traitors among the Blades?" Growls Caleb.

"Yet you yourself admit to being an individual. Perhaps their are others who are less forthcoming, who have thier own designs, who are more senior."

"The Blades have been compromised?" asks Fang.

Wally looks at him, "Or the Slayers."

"Impossible!" say Fang.

"Human history is a story of fear and suspicion, betrayal and secrets. Your best stories are all about these fundamental problems. Have you read Shakespeare?"

Grim looks, "Who?"

"Nevermind. No creation of man has every been impervious to the touch corruption. And the traitors may be closer than you think." Says Wally.

"Or it might be someone else that we don't yet know. That the Slayers and the Blades are the two most secret and powerful forces in these areas makes them a possible scapegoat. The true enemy might hide from both. Like a puppet master, he may manipulate you all, even now."

"We waste time speculating." Caleb says. "we must act."

Rogue interjects, "and if the Blades in the camp can help, so much the better. Frankly we are a bit outnumbered."

Grim nods, "Allies would help, and if we go to the surface no one will believe us, especially as I suspect the local badges have gone to the other side. Yet, if we can break the back of the conspiracy here, and if the caravans can break out of Tabis, they will probably break out elsewhere. If the take over fails here, than perhaps it will break elsewhere."

Caleb thinks on this, "If what keeps the raiders together would fall apart, than the raiders would probably turn on each other. Turn the wolves against each other and so spare the Brahmin. But that doesn't stop the fact that the Blade encampment is at risk."

"What Raider in their right mind would attack a Blade Camp, 'specially as you Blades are so could at givin' raiders the ole dirtnap?" Asks Wally.

"Either a very strong raider group or the raiders have someone inside the camp." Says Grim.

"Or," adds Patch, "Someone with a weapon strong enough to take out the Blades that they aren't ready for."

"Like what?" Asks Caleb. Suddenly alarmed at the possibility.

"Like something old and terrible, something that turns the air to fire, something buried and forgotten and dug up again." Grim says, "Something Kroeger would find."

"Or bit a both!" Adds Wally. "Kind of like a salad bar really, a bit of everything makes the mix!"

Caleb ignores Wally, "They must be warned."

"Indeed, but the warning may merely precipitate the attack if they have an insider or someone is watching from a safe distance."

"If they could destroy the encampment, then why haven't they." Asks Fang.

"The critical juncture has not yet passed." Says Fang. "Perhaps there is a critical moment that needs to pass before the others can follow. A necessary condition, a condition precedent. A point of no return. The destruction of the camp might be that point."

"There was to be a meeting last night, between Kroeger and McKinner that never occurred." says Rogue.

"And after the meeting.." Caleb things of the Blade maxim.. "Let the attack be made like a ten thousand bolts of lightning striking one single point.
 
The group ponders its position. Caleb's face mirrors his frustration and the need to warn his comrades. Grim watches Fang carefully.

Something isn't right.

"There's something I dont' quite get though. After the gunfight Caleb went to another Inn to check in. There was an attempt made on his life at that time. Then later another attempt when they captured him and tried to torture him. The fight that took place around his escape shows the importance that the other side places on this issue. Since Caleb's first gunfight he has been tailed, attacked and tortured. Rogue has been followed as well. Ok."

"Yet Fang has been able to get along pretty well so far. As part of the duo, it might have been expected that you would have had an attempt on your life or at least have sufferred similar treatment. But not until today have, you say, been faced with any threats, have been tailed, been made the target of someone's curiousity."

Fang is quiet and glaring at Grim.

"If there was an alliance between Blades and Slayers to frustrate this plot, why did they leave Fang alone?"

Rogue shakes her head. "Maybe it was just luck. Not until the shooting last night did things get dangerous. Perhaps they figured they could pull in Caleb and interrogate him."

"Yes, and maybe because the camp is nearby they thought he would be the better prisoner." Says Grim.

Caleb thinks on this. "Or maybe they have been following him and he hasn't been aware of it."

Patch clears his throat. "If I didn't think the Slayer could be trusted he wouldn't be here."

"Yes, and there was that issue of Kroeger." Says Caleb.

"Who escaped." Says Rogue.

Fang glares at Rogue.

"The town constables came looking for him and he evaded." Says Patch. "No he wanted Kroeger."

Wally watches the exchange. "If there is a conspiracy it is a very organized and secret one. One which might reach or corrupt even the most powerful organizations. Like the Slayers."

Fang turns this over in his head. "Why would they have to interrogate me if they could get the information for free? Why would they stop me if I served their purposes?"

"And why would they stop you from leading them here?" Says Grim.
 
OOC- You were interested in new charachters yes?

IC- Skik walked, or rather, lurched down the tunnel. As he travled he mused that Skik wasn't really much of a name. But he used it becuase that had been his nickname since as long as he could remember, since before the war. He didn't remember much from back then, his brain had reacted badly to the raditation causing memory loss. From what little he did remember he could tell that he a been a low time thief. Pick-Pocket third class. But the bombs had changed all that. Along with the memory loss came many benfits, goulish long life, highented perception, nightvision, and some not-half-bad theveing talent. Still what he would't give to be a full-human again...

Skik lurched down the tunnel thinking when suddenly he paused. He saw the outline of someone sillouted agenst the dim light in the tunnel. He could tell from his movement that he wasn't a gouhl and hadn't those smoothskins who were good guys gone top side? The human drew a knife and silently kept moveing.

Shadowing the human took all of Skik's skill. Once or twice the hummie paused and listned and Skik was sure he was caught but he human just shook he head and kept going. As they neared a corner Skik recognized the guard stationed there as a friend of his. As the human neered the corner Skik screemed at the top of his lungs "Behind you!" but it was to late. The Gouhl whipped around trying to use his micro-slege to pin the human up against the wall. Moveing so fast that he was a blur the human neatly sliced the gouhls head off. Skik hearing him mutter something about no fun pushed him over the edge and scrmeing with rage he reached into his shirt, grabbed his HE grenade, pulled out the pin ... and threw.

In retrospect he should have rembered about sewer gas.

OOC: If you guys don't like my new charachter the explosion could kill him but i ask you not to.
 
OOC - Sorry it's been so long, I've been writing for other things, but I will have something up soon.

"If we cannot live proudly, we die so!"
-Eladamri, Lord of Leaves
 
OOC-- OK back to Mandrake. He's been quiet too long anyway. Time to give him something to do.

IC- Mandrake drops the body of the Ghoul and turns to face the direction of the voice, blade drawn, suprised that a ghoul, a damn quiet ghoul, had been shadowing him.

The Ghouls was only a dozen or so meters away, behind a pile of rubish and up to his waiste in the fetid waters. Mandrakes eyes quickly picked out the object that was sailing towards him, a slight trail of smoke trailing behind. He grabbed at it and then quickly, threw it back from whence it came, over the pile of rubbish, back to the ghoul. Then quickly, uncertain of the time on the fuse, he dove around a corner in the tunnel, and then under the waste water.

Ghouls.... I hate ghouls... He thought as he heard the deep roar and felt the rise in heat and the concussion through the water, felt a rush of water push him further down the tunnel.

Mandrake's reflexive throw had gone wide of Skik, but the tunnel was small and there was little room to manuever. It was only after the toss that Skik had remembered the warnings of the other ghouls that sewar gas was flammable.

The grenade sailed to him, then past him, beyond his reach. NO time to throw it back again. No no no..... Shit shit shit....Duck.

He ducked his head under the water as the grenade landed on a pile of rubbish, and rolled down through a crack to the water below. The explosion lifted the water beneath it and lit the air afire. Instantly the air was turned aflame, filling the tunnel with aerial fire that carried from tunnel to tunnel, wherever the sewar gas was found.

Further away a pair a ghouls who had been alerted to the distrubance turned only to see the rushing of fire towards them. But before their baptism of fire, the firestorm vanished, the gas extinguished, the unrush of air killing the flame.

The explosion next to Skik knocked him aside and back, the way a submarines are shook by depth charges. "Skik, skik, where is your memory?" He thought as he felt the buckle of the water pull and push his body simultaneously. The buckle carried him down in to the hole where the grenade had rolled, "Rotten like the rest of you" said the old voice inside. He felt the warmth of the water, warm warm warm, and only vaguelly disturbed that he could not get up and breath. "Like that Jacuzzi in Vegas with those Mom guys" said the voice speaking of things that he could no longer fully remember. He felt the water warm is rotting skin, bathing his damaged nerve endings with a gentle warmness. He heard the roar rush of the fire's path, and then the gust of wind that filled the vacume of the tunnel with air.

But the grenade had done structural damage to the sewar pipes, blasting apart metal and concrete so much so that they could no longer continue to hold up the water and the rubbish. The hole that the grenade had rolled down grew as more water filled it, breaking, putting pressure on tunnels further below. The pressure was too much on the corroded metal and the metal gave way in a sudden flush, flooding the tunnels below. The water around Skik was captured in the sudden opening and took him and the nearby rubbish in its whirlpool, swirling down deeper underneath. "Like being flushed down a toilet" that little voice said.

The pull of the water also grabbed at Mandrake, carrying towards the hole in the pipe. The waste water, once up to his waste, was now down to his ankles, and he found himself carried almost to the edge before he was able to brace himself to stop. The hole had already become damned by nearby rubbish carried by the water, but much was still inflames.

Mandrake considered going after the ghoul, the ghoul that had stupidly almost vaporized the both of them. Probably the ghoul was dead, he thought, at least if he kept his head above the water, or if the concussion hadn't split his body in two.

He looked down the hole, a deep gully running into darkness below him. Dark, noisome, empty. He could hear the trickle of water going down.

Probably the ghoul was dead. If not, well, maybe he would have a second chance. For now, it was better to move. Others would come to investigate and illuminate the darkness, the rats would swarm to the deathclaw they find. Better to hide elsewhere. There was time yet.

IC- Ok new character survives, Mandrake survives, group has something to do.

Let's get back to this thing
 
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OOC- Thanks for letting me in guys. Great to be welcome.

IC- Skik awoke about ten minutes later buried under a pile of debrie. The concrete he was buried under was heavy but after a few tries he managed to lift it. After his eyes refoucsed he took stock of the situation. His left leg was broken but that was nothing some goulish regerenation wouldn't fix. Within about ten minutes he felt well enough to crawl back to the infirmery. The medic put a splint on his leg. Gave him a stimpack and declared him recovered enought to walk. As Skik stood up he was shocked to find that he could walk with only minor pain. I will never get used to this regernation Skik thought. As he left the medical bay he knew what to do next...

Most ghouls in this city don't cary much in the way of weapons but they keep a stash just in case. As skik shone his flash light over the racks of weapons he saw what he was looking for. He took the neetosted combat shotgun off the wall and pocketed a buch of shotgun shells. "Himmmm flechete rounds" he thought "perfect". On his way out he grabbed a suit of leather armor and some more hand grenades. "Time to go nommie hunting" Skik thought "He dosn't stand a chance"

OOC- sorry this post is so short but i'm waiting for skik to meet up with you guys before he really does anything
 
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Feb-12-03 AT 00:57AM (GMT)]OOC-

Hey listen guys, I'm not going to post until roguehex wets his feet back into our universe. Reason is that I think the story is getting a bit one sided without a different point of view. The addition of a new character is great (less work for me to do) but I'm about tapped out on ideas after the Blade encampment. And by all means, keep the world alive!
 
OOC- I agree with Gunslinger. People aren't posting and the story can be branched out. There are a lot of places this story can go. THe Blade encampment, the meeting at night between the local leaders of the conspiracy, the possibility of 5th Column within the Fangs or the Blades, the role of the ghouls, Rogue's quest is still unclear and we still have no idea what Fang is up to. There is still a lot of opportunity but there has to be some initiative to move this along. We need more input.

I am glad we got a new character but Rogue and Fang need to put in something to move this along. If people can't post than drop out.

I apologize if this thread has been to pushed to much by me. I have tried to push this story along with an overarching plot that holds all of this together in a coherent way. Frankly I am tired of it.

Unless there is more involvement in this, than its dead. I hate to see it go and I had hoped that it might get moving again after the holidays, hopefully the rest of you will keep it alive.
 
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Feb-13-03 AT 07:16PM (GMT)]OOC - Well I've been hit with massive writer's block, maybe if we intend to carry on with the story we should do a brainstorm of where things can go. It might help to have us all headed in the same direction rather than off in seperate ones. I certainly know it's the holidays again now (half term) and I should get some time online; not to mention how hard we're driven in the last week before the school break up plus all the people pressuring me to get my website running, you can see why I haven't been around much. Couple in the fact I don't want my writing to somehow screw up the story (I'm taking a long time just to get bad ideas down on paper.) With enough time though, I should be able to get something.

Do any of you have MSN Messenger, it's the only chat program I have, but I could download the others like ICQ if that's what you guys prefer (must of you are in the UK if I remeber write so online hours should be ok) and we can talk about where the story is going. Hope to hear from you lot soon.
 
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Feb-13-03 AT 10:36PM (GMT)]OOC- For crying out loud, write something! Show some initiative and move. No one everone is dropping out or getting bored- no one's writing.

Well I'm fucking tired of this shit.

IC-
Grim thinks about this, and the more he thinks the more he can feel the anger well up inside of him. He's been wounded been almost killed and all these people can do is talk. Too much talk, not enough action. The world could be blown up under them, and they would still be stroking off and making excuses.

Grim gets up, the pain still echoes a dull ache through his bones. He holds the bed to catch his sense of gravity, to find balance. then he looks around

At Rogue, who has been quiet so long. Who can't seem to decide what to do, or is unwilling to take the steps she has to.

At Caleb, who has tried so hard, for so long. Who is torn by his desire to do something to help his colleagues and to a group that can't act.

At Fang, who's roll in all of this is unknown. Who could provide the answer to the questions that exist on the fringe of their conscousness but are still to amorpheous to fully comprehend.

Fang, who needs to make his mind up about something, and so define himself for the person he will be and stop hiding behind a label.

Slayers, thinks Grim, what the fuck?

Grim finds his anger growing in his impatience. He has come too far to let Kroeger get away. No Kroeger dies tonight and everyone, anyone, that stands in Grim's way.

A dull boom echoes through the tunnels and the ghouls in the cavern scurry. They ask questions, gather weapons.

Wally looks at the group, "What was that."

"That's the future if you don't start doing something." says Grim.

"The future? For the ghouls? What do you mean? What are you all going to do? Will you save us?" Asks Patch.

"No, don't ask me. I'm just a lowly bounty hunter. I collect heads for a living, that's it. And I aim to collect tonight. I appreciate your kindness, but right now I am going to go out and get a little payback. I'll try to do you all the best I can along the way. I owe you and will pay the bill in kind."

"But are we at risk?" Ask Wally inisists.

"You bet your rotten fucking ass, bud. But if you are looking for big answers ask him." Grim responds pointing a finger into Fang's chest.

Fang's face is red with a barely controlled rage. "What do you mean bounty hunter."

"You fucking Slayers are full of shit, with you high and mighty talk. Fuck you Slayer. And Fuck your friends too. Because you know what? I think you son of a bitches came down here and when you did you told those bastards upstairs where to find us. Nah, not you. One of your friends. I think there is a traitor over there, someone with the other side. And you need to figure that out, or do something."

"But the Slayers..." Fang stutters.

"The slayers are a shield, a reputation that you hide behind. But behind it you are just men. Some are good, and some are shit. You got to figure out what you are, Jack, because if you are shit, than congratuations you're in the fucking sewar where you belong. But maybe you're alright. Maybe you are worth your salt. I don't know. To be honest, I don't care. I judge a man by his actions, not his talk. And I haven't seen enough action from you. But your friends, yeah, I don't trust them at all. So stand back and get out of the way."

"I object to this!" roars the Slayer, into Grim's face.

Grim is quiet, and considers knocking the Slayer on his ass. But thinks better of it. Then Grim speaks, his voice low, but deadly serious. "You object. Find, object. I object to the fact that this thing has gone on as long as it has and I haven't seen the Slayers do rat shit. I object to your sense of righteousness without a single act to correspond to it. But mostly I object to you standing in my path. So get out of my fucking way or I'll put you on your ass."

Before Fang can respond, Grim turns to Rogue. "Rogue, you saved my ass back there and I appreciate it. But you can either stay here with him," Grim pointing a thumb at Fang, "or you can get up and do something. I don't know where that bomb came from or who set it off, but I am sure there is something coming down that tunnel sooner or later that aims to clean this place out."

"There are raiders coming here." She asks.

"I think its a safe bet. That boom is the first bit of thunder you'll hear to night and it don't matter how deep you burrow, the lightning will find you."

Rogue looks at Grim, "I don't know."

Grim nods, "I understand, but know this. The world as we know it is probably on the edge of the abysis tonight, and if you don't act, and I won't force you, than it will just pass you by."

Rogue looks unblinking back at Grim, but he has already turned his attention to Caleb.

"Caleb, I wish I could say you have done enough, but you know as well as I that you can't count on anyone but yourself most times to do the right thing. I don't know what the rest will do, but right now, you know your brothers are in danger and you need to save them, or die in the effort. Me, I'm taking heads, Kroeger and McKinner and every other rat fuck that gets in my way. If I can do you a good turn, well... I'll keep a piece handy. Maybe one day we can have a drink over this and smile. But if not, well than this parting is well made."

Caleb nods.

Grim steps past Fang and towards the exit, "Patch or Wally, can you get me out of here in a way that others don't know. I need to get back to Tabis and as close to McKinner and Kroeger as I can without being spotted."

Patch looks at Wally waiting for Wally to speak. Wally measures the words. "There is a devil in the tunnels tonight who has taken more than a few ghoulies on a dirt nap. We have lost much for you humies, but we must vacate this place if we are in danger. But we know much."

"Where the meeting is going to happen?" Asks Rogue.

"Yes, inside, tonight. In a few hours. We can have you there in time."

"And what about the threat to the Blades." Asks Caleb.

"We think we know where they keep the weapon. But the fight will not be easy."

Fang asks, "Will the ghouls help us?"

Wally shakes his head. "We will spare a few, and those who are willing to go. More than that? No, you humies must control your own destiny. Only you can keep your world from forever darkness."

"Take me to the meeting." Says Grim, impatient and anxious to finish the night's business.

Wally looks at Patch. "Take him where he wants to go."

Fang grabs Grim by the shoulder, "Wait a minute, Grim."

"Fuck you and your wait a minute, Fang. We've waited to long. As my old grandmother used to tell us, 'Either shit or get off the pot.' You heard what the ghoul said. Tonight the world goes dark permanently. You Slayers may care only for yourselves. Well fuck you than. But I aim to do my business."

Grim leaves the bed and walks over to where he sees a gun rack. A ghoul there is loading up a combat shotgun what flechette shells.

"Pass me some of those."

The ghoul passes over some shells, smiling, "We're going to get some tonight."

"What's your name cowboy." Asks Grim.

"They call me Skik."

"Well Skik, come along with me if you want to party."
 
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