[u][b]West Road - Outside of Far Harbor[/b][/u]

Tentatively, the group left the relative safety of The Hull and made their way west, sticking to Corrine's plan of keeping to the road whenever possible. They crossed into the fog-shrouded ruins of old Bar Harbor where the rotting buildings loomed overhead like twisted monsters all their own. The oncoming darkness of twilight mixed with the ever present fog to reduce their visibility to almost zero, which had the added consequence of causing them to jump at nearly every sound or imagine any number of lurking horrors in the shadows, waiting to pounce. 

They passed through the town without incident (OOC: roll passed) and moved on to the western road, which led up to the small pond where the town had drawn most of its water from, although now the condensers lining the road to the reservoir were rusted and falling apart, as the residents had been unable to maintain them. It served as another stark reminder that the town was living on borrowed time, as sooner or later the water would likely be cut off. 

The device indicates that the downed vertibird is close, perhaps a few hundred yards away, but the thick fog makes it impossible to see it. As the group approaches the reservoir, a number of glowing stalks can be seen lighting the pond, casting a sickly orange glow over the whole scene. 

However, they start to get too close to the glowing stalks, perhaps out of curiosity or because some of them don't know any better, but suddenly there's a rumbling beneath their feet and they can see one of the glowing plants shaking violently above the surface of the water. 

A creature bursts forth from the depths of the pond, a massive deformed blue tinted Angler with a gaping maw lined with razor sharp teeth glares at them. Its teeth are caked in the rotting gore of its past kills, and its breath is absolutely foul. The Angler gives a loud roar and spits out a disgusting mass of [i]something[/i] at them, right at James C. Thanks to his instinctual reaction honed from years in the Brotherhood however, James is able to dodge the stinking radioactive spit of the creature. (OOC: Roll passed). 

The Angler gives another roar and lurches forward, charging at the nearest individual in the group: James W. The creature takes a swipe at him with one of its malformed claw-like hands and it tears right through his armor and into his flesh. Sensing blood, it looks ready to pounce on the Enclave captain and finish the kill...(OOC: Roll critical fail)

(OOC: in case anyone is wondering, what I did there was assign each group member a number and then roll twice to see who would be targeted. The two Jameses were the ones that got picked. Then I did an equal-chance roll on both of them to see whether or not the attacks would succeed and how severe it would be.)