Ollumhammersong

Biohazard: Awakening

Seems that way

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Thovren heard the loud thump of flesh hitting wood and immediately broke into a run. It could just be a villager. Or it could be one fo the monsters that attacked the village trying to break into a home in order to get to a villager. Either way he needed to make sure whoever it was safe. And if it was a monster he needed to put it down. It came from the old hags house, that much was certain. The older house that smelled of to much spice and questionable ingredients. The door was open already. Not a good sign if he were one to fear the worst. He held the bow at the ready, his fingers shaking ever so slightly over the trigger.
He heard voices the thought. Human sounding voices. He walked as silently and slowly as he could towards the open door frame. He took a deep breath and held his back to the wall just beside the frame before spinning and bringing his crossbow up and aiming it at this short green tinged being's head. "Drop your Weapon" he almost shouted at the leather makers son before He saw and recognized a second figure I the doorway down the hall and realized that this boy he was pointing his weapon at was the leather makers boy. Kaya was the girl in the hallway, the bard girl. He liked to listen to her play the flute when he had the time, which wasn't often but he tried. Not that he would admit such a hobby to any one.
He lowered but did not unload his weapon. "Sorry about that, second time over done that so far." he said to Argurios. He moved past the half orc boy and patted him on the shoulder. He seemed to be standing up with no difficulty. "Are you alright Kaya?" he made his way down to hall to the girl. "Have you found anyone else?." He looked past her into the old hag's living room and saw a second girl, Brisa. He couldn't imagine why anyone would willingly choose to spend time in this place but that was her choice he supposed. He could see she was fine, a little frightened maybe but none the worse for wear. "Dakin found me a half hour ago or so. Other than that I'm still trying to find who I can." He was putting on a calm face and demeanour like his father had taught him. 'Never let others know your afraid or worried, because then it spreads to the ranks and the real troubles begin.' He took the bolt out of his crossbow and back into the quiver before loosening the string.
He turned around back to the leather makers son. "have you found anyone else either?"

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Thovren quickly made his way to his own home. There were none of the usual sounds of the village and that disturbed him. He slowly approached the door to his home, checking every direction with his crossbow. He hoped to find his father and mother sleeping inside. Or at least one of them inside. When he reached the door he took a deep breath, if his mother was inside she was going to be very angry with what he was about to do. His raised a foot and booted in the door, hoping that if it was a creature inside he would scare it and give him time to shoot.

His heart sank when he saw nothing disturbed. Everything was exactly how they left it in the morning. He put his crossbow gently down on the kitchen table and ran to his parents room. Their bed was still made and the water jug father liked to keep on the nightstand was still full. Being moderately wealthy had its perks. Their home was of a decent size considering the village only had 50 or so people. A few smaller luxury rooms dedicated to minor things for his parents. He ran to one such room and threw open the door. His fathers personal armoury display was empty of his weapon and armour. He hadn't had the chance to put it back after the attack. HE checked on mothers book room. Hardly a library but enough to fill a couple shelfs. She could usually be found here if no where else. But again, empty.

When he reached his fathers small study. Well at least that's what he called it. In reality he went there to have a glass of the brandy he kept hidden in the drawers and smoke his pipe without being seen. Two things mother didn't like him doing for his health and the smell it left on his clothes. He could just excuse it on reading or writing letters to old friends. Thovren caught him once when he was younger and his father winked and managed to bribe his son with an extra slice of mothers apple pie that night to keep quiet about it. He pushed open the pungent room and certainly enough, he was not doing either of those things. He banged a fist on the desk in frustration causing several items to jump and a letter to fall to the floor. He absentmindedly picked it up to put it back on the desk. He didn't notice the name until a few seconds afterword and he picked it up out of curiosity. It was from Regdar, Father used to talk about him favourably as one of his lieutenants in the old days. Father always said he hadn't heard word from him in years now. He habitually looked around, well his father wasn't here anyway. So how would he know? he told himself before reading the letters contents. The people mentioned in this were familiar, He couldn't put his finger on it but they sounded familiar. He was going to put it back down on the desk when an odd felling came over him. Why did this letter come just before the attack? and mention people who passed through the village just before the attack? It didn't sit right with him. He sighed and decided to risk his paren't ire and he pocketed the letter for now. Besides, Regdar was now the only person he could think of that would be able to help him. MAbye he could right back somehow? He moved the thought to the back of his mind for later and went back to the door. He picked up his crossbow and made sure it was still loaded. this time he didn't bother to move slowly or carefully through the paths. He did keep his weapon ready to fire just in case.

He was going to find someone in this village. Be it a resident or some forest goblin he was going to find somebody alive dammit!

Mos'or: Rise of Heroes

Mabye, just mabye

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wow, that's dedication ill give you that. Far more effort than I would give.

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No excuses

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is anyone else going to wake up?

Fallout UK.

again. that might be something for the post-war weapons guy to do. Most of my ideas save the knives are primarly post-war widespread weapons.

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Thovren's head hurt, and it hurt a lot. He swore to whatever god could hear him that he would fire a bolt right up that mans.... He opened his eyes to a strange noise. It was dark and cold. Was this death? Did that bastard actually kill him? He wasn't in the village and he couldn't see anything. He still felt a hand on his shoulder but the lack of light coupled with the blurred vision from his headache made it impossible to see a face.
But what if this wasn't a heaven like he hoped? He expected more light and less, well less gloom. Well if this wasn't a heavenly plane who was this dark figure beside him? Mabye he was alive but this was one of the creatures who came to finish him off? Well like the hells he was going down without a fight. His hand let go of his empty crossbow and he sprang quickly. Knocking himself into the other boy and scrambling for any bolt that managed to stay in his quiver despite the fall. When he found on of the remaining bolts he started to thrust it upwards into the creatures neck when his vision started to clear. And the darkness was no so blinding as his eyes adjusted.
“Dakin?” he looked clearly puzzled.. Was this the boy who spent all his time with the druids? He remembered seeing him the odd time in the woods. Only speaking to him once or twice. “Umm...” he looked down at the bolt in his hands and more importantly near Dakin's throat. “Right, I'm really sorry about this.” he put the bolt away and released his hold on Dakin's shirt before he pushed himself to his feet. He held out a hand to help Dakin up. “I thought for a second you were one of those,” he paused trying to remember if he indeed actually saw whatever it was that swept through the town. “Things that attacked us.” he decided 'thing' was the best word for now. “I assumed you were coming to kill me”.
He sighed in relief and hoped Dakin could forgive him for that “It sounds really quiet up there” he nodded to the village on the hill. It was midnight so it was possible that all the adults were just asleep after a hard day of fighting off goblins or something. “Did we win?” he asked. For all he knew Dakin was awake for hours before he found him. He reached down and picked up his crossbow and kicked around the grass for any more of his bolts that were visible in the moonlight. “Why are you coming back to the village? I thought you could hide better in the woods than anywhere else?” He found a handful, that brought him back up to nine, gods know where the last one was. But he removed it from his mind. He was a member of the militia. He had to get back into the village as fast as possible to lend what aid he could. “Well if your awake now I advise you keep your head down. At least until we know if everyone is ok.” He recocked his crossbow and this time loaded it with a fresh bolt. Now he was ready to kill.
He scrambled his way up the hill back towards the town. When he reached the open, gate through the town wall, which worried him. If they had one that gate would have been sealed almost instantly. He held his weapon at the ready as he set about wandering the village for survivors, his fingers ready to pull the trigger and kill the first, unnatural thing he saw.

Fallout UK.

Well as I was topping up my list of pre-war weapons. I relaized that a lot of the melee weapons would have existed in pre war times, but not widely used until post war times. like pipes and nail boards. but I put them in anyway. have fun with what I got so far.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_JZTacpIqiIJICypkgKMtooWpaZU-mOeL-eQkjukQkc/edit