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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Sharpsburg , Main st.(F11)
Skills: N/A

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The game of D&D was progressing as it should. They were adventuring and having generally a jolly good time. The party was exploring a graveyard and all that fun stuff. Amelia was rather helpful and happy. She enjoyed spending time with her friends, her rare few friends that is. Took her the better part of 2 years to get as close as she was with them. Still now that they were friends, she was ready to jump into fire for them. Well metaphorically speaking, she wasn't sure she'd ever have to jump into fire for them, but she was sure if their lives depended on it, she was going to do it.

Eventually they ran out of snacks so Amelia volunteered to go grab another bow of chips. She got up and moved to the kitchen only to be met with a rather unpleasant surprise. There was a big dog there! That was Jason's dog, but when they gathered up he kept it locked in his room. Amelia was not good with dogs. They felt her dislike and slight fear of them and reacted to it. Or rather the meaner ones did. The more friendly doggos just tried to jump on her for hugs and pats which given the size of this one was scary too." Jason!" She screamed as the dog jumped at her to play. It probably weighted almost as much as her or at least it felt that way.

"Buck down! Down, boy!" Jason arrived moments later after the scream to find the dog having pushed Amelia to the ground rubbing his head on her clothing and barking happily." Down boy! That's it..." He said as he pulled hte dog by the collar away from Amelia, he dragged it away all the way to his room and locked it there again. Before returning he made sure the door is locked." I'm sorry Amelia, must have forgotten to lock hte door and he escaped. You okey?" He asked at the shivering Amelia Being jumped by a dog that big even if it wasn't malicious was scary for her." Alright let's take a little break from the game."

Mass Effect: Insurrection

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Clara Fortia

Location: Citadel Presidium, Remembrance of Fallen Heroes

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Shit hit the fan with about hte speed that those kinds of things usually happened. One moment everything was fine, the next lights out, tear gas in along with jetpack bastards jumping in like some space crickets. Who on earth uses jetpacks for an ops like this dammit. You use rope! A normal god damned rope. She could see them clear as they even in the darkness because she could see the jetpacks. The not so stealthy tool of the trade. Sure jetpacks would make great soldier equipment on hard terrain, but yeah...

Clara's first job was to duck out of the way and not get trampled by the stampede of civilians panicking like headless animals without guide. She pressed herself against a wall, waiting for the trickle of people to stop for a moment before she got into action. Even in this darkness you could see the the security was already doing it's job. Flashes of lights could be seen which indicated different kinds of weapon fire that was flying all around. Some machinery was being busted in the air so she assumed some of the jetpack fools were being brought down too. Still she kept away from the places where hte tear gas was at, she didn't have a helmet after all at most she had a pair of glasses in her pocket.

Then an opportunity came. Originally she would have preferred not to pick up a gun because she wasn't with the security and she could very well easily be mistaken for a collaborator for these terrorists, but she didn't get much of a choice as a fool aimed at some civies. The fool was even landed!" Ohh no you don't." She growled and tackled him. Frankly didn't take a Hercules to take out an unsuspecting man especially when she jumped on him from behind.

With a trained move she spun around him, disarming him by twisting his arm to a near breaking point before pulling his sidearm which was a pistol and without wasting time she pressed it at his head, pulling the trigger. There was a flash of light and in the same moment something hot splattered across her face and torso. She knew it was blood, but didn't care. She was used to taking lives in gory fashion.' So much for my retirement...' She thought as she grabbed the man's rifle and pistol for her use for the moment. Then she opened fire on the still buzzing in the air jetpack users. Next time she was bringing some undercover gear even to na event like this.

Rise of the Evos

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Claire Winters

Location: Her home, New York City, New York
Interacting With: Trevor the GeneticLab Annoyance.@Nallore

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“Yeah could happen, may happen, but at least it's not going to be pushing it on purpose.” Claire stated indifferently. As good and maybe as innocent as his intentions seemed, Claire had an innate distrust towards him for some reason. That or it was the lack of sleep, her grumpyness and the lack of coffee that were speaking it could be a combination of all of those.

“Probably a good idea indeed.” She said as she escorted him to the front door and closed it behind him, locking it up real good before heading to pick up her gun and returning to bed with the gun at an arm's reach. She just didn't feel like leaving herself unarmed was a good idea from now on. Might be a good thing to invest in better security... or a cat. A kitty would be fine. It'd be nice to have someone waiting for her when she comes back home. And it'd give her ample opportunity to chill like an evil mastermind on the armchair with a cat in her lap. She took a piece of paper and scribbled ' If you are a phantom visitor because of powers bugger off, I want to sleep.' She placed it on the nightstand and hopped into the bed, thinking about the kitty idea. Yeah it sounded like a plan, but by the time she finalized said plan she was already in the land of sleep again.

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Amelia Payne

Location: Riley's car, Los Angeles, California
Interacting With: Riley@Nallore

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Amelia burst into a muffled laughter when Riley said she'd make a great Thor if she puts on a beard. As an artist she quickly imagined herself with a beard and the visual of it was just so funny she couldn't help herself, but laugh. It took her a good minute before she got her laughing under control and somehow stopped herself from pulled a sketchbook to draw herself with a beard because of how absurd she found the idea.

The girl listened with great curiosity as Riley spoke about her hobbies. Wanting to create your art only for yourself was a normal thing to do. Amelia herself sometimes drew pictures she never showed anyone because she didn't want to. They were hers only, but she guessed someone like Riley who was famous for their music will have it worse. When the talk got to her family though, Amelia felt a little weird.” Ehh no... no siblings. Grew up with my uncle and he got two sons, but me and them don't get along well. He's a good man, but my cousins are douches... I think they thought I was intruding into the family or something.” She added carefully, thinking about it. It was unnerving how bad she and her cousins got along and since she was quiet girl and didn't rat them out they just pestered her to no end.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

@bobert778 hey posted a lil shorter but for the next time I need all the weaknesses or ways to hunt it that Chambala might recall. ^^ I might even add an additional paragraph with everything you give me if you want or I can keep it for hte next post. Eitherway works.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Chambala

It all happened incredibly fast. By the time Clieo yelled the ambush, Chambala herself had already gotten notice of it and was reacting to it herself too. Her mind registered the shadow and it's expansion, there wasn't much to be done. The huntress pounced away once gathering as much momentum as she can. She threw her heavy bag into the tall grass then rolled and skittled across the ground as far as she could. It was not pretty, but it was effective. Dust was thrown around her as she rolled onto all fours, into battle position, looking at hte thing that nearly killed them. Her spear was already in her hand, her eyes dangerously locked into the enemy.

Hair like a waterfall was bordering her fierce face as she recognized the enemy. She swore, she cursed and was amazed they stumbled upon one of those." It's a Knoll Rotter!!!" She shouted as she pounced even further away, preparing her spear at the enemy. Now that she wasn't weighted down by her big heavy bag, her mobility was at it's peak once more. Sadly Knoll Rotter wasn't exactly an easy enemy at the best of days, but it wasn't impossible to take down.

Chambala focused and rocked her memory to recall any weaknessess and weaker points they could use to hunt a beast like that down. As a forest dweller it wasn't her regular hunting ground, but she had encountered more than a few critters on the open plains while comuting from her forest den to the cities too. She was a huntress of the wilds and she was going to be damned before hse lefts herself be killed by a Knoll Rotter! She'd set this whole place ablaze is she had to.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Priscilla Harker

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Location: Alleyway of Wonder -> Road towards the museum
Skills: None

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"Well it isn't going away...damn..." Mosi cursed under her breath as she stood sitting there for a good while, but the sensation wasn't really one that seemed to want to vanish. She sure would love it to go away as soon as it came, but it seemed her plans and what was happening were differing for once. Still it wasn't really too bad to the point of breaking you, it had more akin to being just feverish when you aren't counting the burning sensation on your stomach that is. She pulled herself together and stood up, pulling all her willpower to focus on something, but she wasn't sure on what to. Figuring this shit seemed like the best idea, but she had no clue what that mark meant. The museum guys will know, she realized. After all it was their job, so she turned and started walking towards the museum.

"I sure can go for a drink right about now... make it two." She mumbled to herself as she exited the alleyway." Aaand maybe a cat to sit on my lap. Yeah sounds like a plan. Should get a cat." Mosi mused as she walked, a little shacky at first, but a strong willed person like her wasn't going to let something minor as a fever take her down just yet. She took a few rests now and then, placing a hand on her hurting stomach and the searing brand, but it was nothing major. Luckily the Museum wasn't way too far off from the alley and it didn't really take too long before she could see the magnificent building in the distance.

'I really hope someone can explain what's all this about in there, but who should I ask?' Mosi though as she stopped in place, leaning on a nearby building. The heat and fever didn't mix in too well.' Might try with Akhmed, I know him and if nothing else he's at least going to know what the mark means right?' She reached a conclusion of her question and nodded to herself, resuming her walking towards her destination.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Kosara Koleva

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Location: Abe's car

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"A host doesn't die until the demon leaves it..." Kosara stated with flat voice." I can riddle him all the way to cheese hell and he'd still be kicking unless the demon legs it, but I do know what you mean, don't worry I have not as lethal means as well... holy water will do. And we can make more on the fly with a cross so it's all good." She added." Besides we'll be exorcising him, the hosts usually remember some things they've been doing under the control of a demon so that's a plus." She added with a shrug.

"She's got not much choice now taht she's summon a demon. The demon knows here and those suckers hold a grudge. Luckily it's not as easy to return from being exorcised heh." She smiled." She will like what she learns, I have this feeling."

As they arrived and Abe took his stuff in the suitcase, Kosara pulled her own tools. She wasn't carrying as many because well she didn't expect she'd need hers. They were at home, Abe's things stood in his car, but she had her sword, her gun and her knowledge which was all the things she really needed... ohh and a chalk/marker! Also her notebook. It was going to be quite fun. She stood beside Abe, making her most big bad hunter expression for a few moments, but decided it was boring and resumed in a more very relaxed one... A relaxed one carrying a sword that is.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

I'm going to post tomorrow morning. I'm just not feeling to part tonight. >< stomachaches and stuff are not good for post concentration.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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Location: Russian Imperial Circus - Tent City -> London : Northwest Inner Wall
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)

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Constantin was admittedly not the happiest with the turn of events, but the idea itself was sound enough. This Thalken bastard had the knowledge they needed and he was with them already. He still wasn't liking this person, but work was work and duty towards the circus was before his own personal opinions. As the other person seemed in disbelieve, Constantin bit his lip for a moment in frustration, searching for the words he had to use.” Don't make me repeat myself... It's not like I personally like the idea, but it serves the circus. Now come with me to find the Great Bazhooli.” He explained and waved for the Talink person to follow him.” I still don't like you though...” He added at the end.

Wandering it all it didn't take a experienced tracker to locate Vlad. Constantin sighed and looked at Thalken, displeasure clearly written on his face, but them there was also something else written there. It was the face of someone who was about to get rid of trouble on his hands.” The Bazhooli's in there, you go nov.” He stated and pointed at Vlad's location.” Talk vith him for guide position and possible revards. I have things to do.” He stated and turned on a heel, heading off to help his family with the packing of their tent. There was going to be ample opportunity to pay even more vengeance on Thalken. Probably non lethal one of course. He wasn't a enemy to be killed...for the moment anyways.

Still they packed all the luggage and tents safely away, Constantin made sure to tuck his stage clothes away into a bundle in between the other clothes for maximum safety and he also put his spare saber away with the clothing while he was at it. Better have the spare there in case it's needed later. AS the circus moved away from their camp location and to the wall, something was off. “Vhat's going on here?” He said, his voice filled with suspicion. Something was clearly off with the whole picture, but he for sure couldn't put his hands onto what it was and that was making him nervous.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Sharpsburg , Main st.(F11)
Skills: N/A

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Their treck to the grocery store was a quick and productive one. As usual 2 bags filled with goodies were bought and munchies were all prepared. After quickly getting back to the house, Amelia and Nate went to the kitchen to procure the coveted glasses, plates and cups to place all the munchies on. She was glad to have the help since it was frankly a lot of munchies they might have gotten overboard this time, but hey it was going to eaten all anyways. Finally the other three joined in carrying the tableware over to the living room where the D&D session was going to take place. The table was already covered with a good amount of gaming stuff. The character sheets were there, maps of areas, empty sheets and the cardboard box where they threw the dice so they can be sure they wouldn't roll off the table. Everything was prepared.

“Alright let's get the game on the road...” Jason stated as he took the GM seat and the others lined across the other seats.” Okey wait... Amelia didn't we make you a new character after your last one kicked the bucket?” Jason suddenly asked as he noticed that she was pointing at her sheet and trying to get the chance to tell him that he gave her the old sheet.

“Yeah we did! You took it with that pile of old maps and said you'd add it to the pile later!” She replied to him and Jasom made a conflicted expression while he was trying to remember what he did with it.

” Ohh...” He muttered as his expression turned grim.” It was with those old scrap maps... I threw this out since my little sister scribbled all over them. Sorry... Seems we will need to quickly make you a new one... Where were the blank character sheets...” He mumbled rummaging through the piles of paper he had with him.

“Dammit Jason why is it always Amelia's characters that you lose? This is the third!” Sylvie stated shacking her head in desperation.

“Bad luck! It's the gremlins!” He excused himself before Guy whacked him on the back of the head.

“Gremlins are for machinery.” Guy stated. If Amelia was the generally quiet one from shyness around new people, then Guy was the quiet one because he rarely spoke to begin with. He was of the think real hard before speaking kinds of guys.

“It's good... let me quickly make a new one.” Amelia mumbled with a slightly tired sigh and quickly started filling her new Half-elf Inquisitor character. Luckily she had gotten quite adept at filling out character sheets by now. Since this was her third one to fill out at least because of a loss of a sheet. Aside that she had all the dead characters.