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STATUS: Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure. 5 yrs ago
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5 yrs ago
Current Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure.
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5 yrs ago
Finally got into D&D. Now I feel trapped and I am in love. Should I ask for help or ask where I can get more dice?
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5 yrs ago
Breaks ups are weird. Not sure how to feel about the other person, or about yourself. It hurts for sure, but it's weird and uncomfortable just how different things seem now.
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5 yrs ago
I get that dude. Could be one of those days, in the smae boat myself. Hope you're doing better soon though!
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5 yrs ago
It's an ass kick ass world out there. And all we can do about it is keep kicking ass .

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Welcome to my profile! I decided I needed to update this, and I don't have much for updating... Only in a single role-play right now, so far it's going really well!

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In Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Kathryn Pyke
Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05
HP: 49 / 49 Armor Class: 21 Conditions: N/A
Location: Taproom
Action: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
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With BB agreeing about the ongoing obligations, Kathryn felt a small bit of pride. She enjoyed being appreciated for more than her ability to brute force obstacles in her path. Though she much appreciated those praises as well. Thankfully as well, it was Bb who pulled the rope on talking to Master Urmdurus. She already felt guilty about suspecting Cecily possibly having involvement, so accusing more gracious hosts wasn't something that the half giant wanted to do. While BB was interrogating the current person who may know a thing or two about the basement and the goings on of the vineyard, Kathryn was also trying her best to be a passable host for those that were visiting.

Taking the hot water, leather padding in her gloves making a great insulator, she poured tea for all that would like it! Sure, the leaves got a bit seared. Sure, there were bits through out the tea. And sure, she had no idea how to properly portion the requested sweeteners. But!!! She did in fact, serve the dictionary definition of tea. "Apologies on the wait for this, I must say I fit a little too well the stereotype of a noble woman who knows little and less on the goings on of household care." Kathryn joked trying to ease the mood. Kosara's suggestion on using fruits to act as sweeteners was actually pretty decent. Kathryn would have to keep that in mind for all future encounters with the hot leaf juice. "let us definitely plan for that in the future. I don't know if we have any fruits in stock at the moment." Kathryn said as she poured tea for the Mosswaters.

Lizbeth very much gave younger sibling vibes to Kathryn. Though not comparable to her existing siblings, Lizbeth felt much more like a sister than a squire some days. "Sweet enough yeah? Are you just trying to get me to let my guard down so you can jump me in practice again?" Kathryn asked in jest with the most comical wide eyes of suspicion towards the young lass. "Still, once you become an expert in melee, it wouldn't hurt to learn how to use your skills in tandum with one another. I have several family members who have capabilities in both blade and magic." She paused for a moment and thought about her words. "To clarify, not arcane magic like yours or Victoria's. But a form of magic none the less. Though we can save that stuff for when you can defeat me in a proper melee yeah?" Kathryn said in an almost challenging tone to her would be squire. To wrap up the topic of magic and blade training, Kathryn replied to Victoria, clearly having a blast of a conversation with her fellow students and teachers. "You know we can work on your skill with a sword? Maybe daggers? Or something in between? Who knows, maybe you have a secrete ability with a weapon of war that would surprise us all?" Kathryn said not really convinced herself, but understanding if the bard either had the skills and didn't want to share that she had them, or that maybe that she had other things to focus on rather than the ability to poke with sharp instruments.

The interrogation had gone rather... well. Disconcertingly well unfortunately. Urmdurus was in fact the one who had built the cellar below. But on top of that, he seemed to know much more than the party did about the current situation. "Tasked with the border room like the room we found? Or is there another?" Kathryn did her best to hide her hostility. But this man knew enough information to get the party a leg up on the current things, and said nothing despite the escalating stakes. When she heard some more of the details, she did her best to limit her anger towards the under dwarf. But she would be lying if she said she said she was completely sympathetic in this case. "Why didn't you come to us sooner. Especially after what happened last night?" Kathryn asked, must of her hostility gone at this point. Though a heavy amount of concern still in her voice.

When she saw what the master forger was looking at when emphasizing the deal, Kathryn's heart sank. With everything else that came together, she found herself wanting to be able to do more for the young lass. But... what else could she do? For now she could be a physical barrier for the poor teenager and anything that would want to get their hands on her. She could work on her training to make sure that no matter what came after her she would be better prepared to protect herself in case Kathryn could not shield her. "Well...." Kathryn said taking a deep breath trying to think of the words to say. "We'll find another way to complete the deal. Or we will have to find a way to let down some poor asshole that he isn't getting what he wants." Kathryn said faking her best smile, and using her most confident tone.

In Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Kathryn Pyke
Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05
HP: 49 / 49 Armor Class: 21 Conditions: N/A
Location: Taproom
Action: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
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Kathryn had to admit, she took pride in her work and skills. Though she was shy and awkward in many regards, she knew what she was an expert in. Replying to both Lizbeth and Victoria about the martial training Kathryn spoke in her most supportive tone she could. "I understand wanting skills that can be used completely independent from one another. Should the day come where we wanna figure some of these other skills out maybe you can show me a trick or two yeah?" Kathryn teased a bit. Though the kind of magic she knew was leagues different than the kind that Lizbeth or Victoria were familiar with. It was messy, crude, and had a mild tendency to burn itself out from time to time. That is when she noticed she hadn't recovered her cape from when the Runes snapped the buckle holding it in place. A problem for when guests were not present. Turning back to Victoria Kathryn did smirk. "That offer is also available to you too, magic for showing you how to use that blade for more than show yeah?" Again, more in jest. Though Kathryn was far from an expert magic user when it came to bringing physical punishment as two of the dead things in the basement learned, she was an expert.

Kosara was... another story. Between Master Urmdrus's comments, and somehow Kosara putting the pieces together, Kathryn found herself perplexed. But, the more the tiefling woman spoke of the matter, the more it bade sense. "I think the brandy is a bit of a stretch, but it wouldn't hurt to identify it if possible. Now that I am thinking about it, could it also be effected by the wild magic surge that happened in the distillery?" Kathryn asked almost forgetting she was in tea time not just work time. But the way that Urmdrus talked about his dreams. They were... Familiar. It was concerning. If Kosara was right on the mark here, maybe Kathryn should take it easy on the booze.

When Daxos left Kathryn couldn't say she blamed him. Things were getting intense, people were dead, and there were no signs of things being safer any time soon. "Be safe Daxos, reach out if ya ever need a hand yeah?" Kathryn said optimistically, a little saddened that he had to leave.

Kathryn was rather impressed with the work that Urmdrus had put into Lizbeth's new set of armor. "Careful Master Urmdrus, something like that could make a lass jealous. It's something I would fight the boys in the yard for when I was her age." Kathryn said jokingly. Though she was younger than Lizbeth when she was fighting boys in the yard. Still winning then too. To be fair, she was bigger and stronger than kids years older than herself most of her life. The wooden practice armor was enough for the mock battles her uncle used to put on. Kathryn did her best to hide a smirk when the underdwarf attempted to hide his awkwardness in the hug. She hated the fact that he was on the suspect lists. But it was a long list, with little way to narrow it down right now.

The Mosswaters seemed to be having an absolute wonderful bit of a time. Kathryn wished she was a better host, but between the night before and the morning, and the recent battle in the basement, she had little time to prepare, and felt rather frozen in place when it came to treating her guests. "Do let me know if the sweets are not to your liking, I bet we could find something else in the interim. Maybe something else to drink rather than the brandy. I do believe we have some Ale left from town if you would prefer that?"

Victoria had made some good work on the items that had been discovered. Kathryn felt strange pressing a claim to anything. Though Lizbeth gave permission to use what they find while they figure things out, she still felt terrible for her thoughts of taking that fortune hidden away in the main house's study. Taking anything from Lizbeth felt wrong after that. Especially after she and her aunt have been such gracious hosts. The way bb talked about the note that was read off gave Kathryn some pause. Though Victoria read it, BB brought up a fair point. "Maybe it's an on going obligation? Like taxes, tributes, rent, stuff like that?" Kathryn asked. But she wasn't totally sure how magical pacts worked overall. Now that she was out of her element, she was back to just sharing her thoughts, and trying to not get in the way. Kathryn did take a moment to skim the notes, some items looked interesting, though she wondered the best way they could be used. She would be lying if she said that the boots that teleported weren't at least a little bit interesting. Or the wand that caused massive changes in size. Though she had no idea how something like those would work. But the idea of being adorably small for an afternoon sounded fun. Or being so giant that she could punt some arseholl across town also seemed fun.

"The water is probably ready enough to finally make some tea. I can go and pour some." The warrior princess spoke making her way to the kettle, having little idea how to make tea other than hot leaf juice. Not that she ever needed much more than that, but she was probably the least qualified to make the hot leaf juice than anyone else in the room with the exception of Morty. Even that was only applicable as the half giant held something the walking pork chops lacked. Thumbs. "Would either of you like some sweetener in your tea?" Kathryn asked towards the Mosswaters attempting to make up for her lack of hosting skills. She would need to work on that, especially if she was to ever claim her titles. But first, she had to decide the best way to grab the tea pot without burning her hands.



In The Dead Don't Die: Paradise Lost. → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
June Fowler


Location: Paradise Gym
Skills: N/A



It was clear to June that no one understood her rather impressive of cold war communication infrastructure. A shame really. Sure, maybe she wasn't enough of an expert to get it going first try, but with a few manuals and assuming the equipment still worked, she could do wonders with it. Well, as long as there was juice. But it is not like cold war microwave transmitters were the only way of wireless communications. "We could also use lazer pointers. You know that whole law about how illegal it is to point a lazer pointer at a plane? That is because after 9/11 aviation security got pretty strict. At least on a surface level. It's more theater if we're being honest. But the point being is that nearly every modern aircraft has equipment built into it to detect if lazers are being pointed at it. Primarily to see if missile targeting systems are trying to lock onto them. They can normally identify the type of lazer too. I would be surprised if a one and a half billion dollar warship doesn't have some comparable feature with the ability to tell what direction it is coming from." June said spitballing as she loaded the last shell into the short shotgun, closing it with a half pump from opened to closed as she returned it to her dominant hand.

"I get all sorts of things. I know there are at least 2 couples trying to subtlety make love nearly every night in this building, I have counted the number of different types and classes of warships that are patrolling the waters around us, even if I don't know what kinds they are specifically, and I have almost repurposed an office phone, laptop, and pieces to a smart phone to make a mobile drone. Almost..." She said begrudgingly as Billie clearly didn't understand just how much June noticed. Sure, she struggled on social cues, but she was rather observant. "Also when it gets really quiet at night sometimes I can hear footsteps off in the distance. And the occasional electrical hum when the grid attempts to restart itself, the automated system struggling to understand that it is currently going through a critical failure. Though it could be a smaller independent power source powering itself up from time to time that is connected into the main grid with the intentions of only powering it's own infrastructure. But as the many automated checks and balances that keep those systems on their own grid when the power goes are failing sometimes they can send ever so faint echos into the local grid. Not enough to power anything, but enough to cause the occasional jolt, buzz, or a softly flexing cable when the current causes heat and tension in the grid. Maybe a small wind turbine or solar panels. Who knows for sure." June said trying to over explain her surface level understanding of the electrical grid with a shrug. Though she was no electrical engineer. If asked to assemble a grid it would look something closer to a make shift highschool project. Though conceptually she had a pretty decent understanding.

June did appreciate Billie looking out for June. She wasn't a particularly social person, and most people did what they could to avoid June the moment she started off on any of her tangents. "I really appreciate that. Though I don't think I'd get lost, I have a decent sense of direction..." She said pondering the last few weeks. "However a lot of the streets have probably changed a bit the last few weeks. And adrenaline really does make the human brain cut short a lot of thought processes. Fight and flight and all that." She said continuing her thoughts. "You're right, we should stay close to one another." June said confidently agreeing with Billie. The happiest smile on her face as she agreed with the friend of her most recent lover.
In Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Kathryn Pyke
Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05
HP: 49 / 49 Armor Class: 21 Conditions: N/A
Location: Taproom
Action: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
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"No worries Kosara, it's only midday. I am not going to overdue it." Kathryn said confidently before a small hiccup came, and suddenly the whole world shifted perspective. Suddenly, her last glowing rune burnt out, and she went from a towering 8 feet tall, to a slightly less towering 7 foot tall. "Huh... Guess it just wears off on its own after a while." She hadn't really stress tested her magic yet. Except maybe the night of the freeze, but she kept reapplying the magic as needed as the night went on. But this time she didn't have the need to keep reapplying it, nor did she use her other runes last time. Nor all at once last time. She's honestly surprised she didn't hit more head boards within the tap room.

Speaking of drinking! Kathryn filled a mug with some of the brandy that had been picked up, Pouring drinks for her guests as they requested it. "The treats you both brought look absolutely spectacular." Kathryn said towards the Mosswaters with a gleeful smile as she grabbed a sausage and took a bit of a munching to it. "Holy shit these are good. I must humbly thank you both!" Kathryn said a gleeful smile as she finished the meaty treat. "While BB and Kosara wrap up tea, let me see if we have any of those sweet treats left!" Kathryn said rushing by to the kitchen to grab a couple of the cinimon rolls. There were not a ton left. Kathryn had been munching on these too. And these ones were just shy of getting stale. BUT! They were sweet and tasty! Rushing back in she set out a platter with the remaining bits on it. "Apologies they are not fresh, we've had a crazy morning following up on last night's events. So I was a little under prepared for today's meet and greet." She said sheepishly. She was guessing they didn't see the note about having to cancel should they not be present. But alas, it seemed to be working out.

The bad dreams comment from Urmdrus got Kathryn's attention a bit. If only because Kathryn and Victoria were having odd dreams recently. "What sort of bad dreams do you get?" Kathryn figured if maybe it was just the deep slumber that can come with drinking. Kathryn's own genetics gave her a bit more resistance than most when it came to that sort of slumber, but spending her winter at a winery has absolutely pushed that limit. But if he was having comparable dreams to herself and Victoria maybe they could come to a common conclusion. Even if he is the one who likely helped build the secrete room in the basement, they were all on good terms with one another for the moment.

Lizbeth for her part was being an absolute champ when it came to her training, even taking Kathryn's joke with a bit of grace. " If the point of training is to get better at your skillset with a blade and maneuver it is definitely cutting yourself short. If the purpose is to figure out how to use your abilities in tandem with one another like I do with my runes then that would be another story entirely. And if you want to get into how to wield magic and blade as one, we can practice that. Though your sort of magic is far different than mine. So we would be trying to figure that out together quite a fair bit. Though I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little curious to see what tricks you could pull off." Kathryn said like a giddy older sister wanting to see what their sibling could do in the right situations.

Kathryn listened to what Lizbeth said about the letters and notes. "Well, horses could be used for lots of things. I know a lot of knights will use multiple horses for multiple reasons. For long rides, for combat, some to carry their things that don't need to be on their person. If they are apart of a party they may need horses for wagons. And horses in this case could also mean logistics, assistance in passage, or anything else along those lines. But at the end of the day, it is hard to say for sure. Never been too good at riddles myself. My sister has always been better at that." Kathryn said pondering the note. The tall knight did wince a little when Lizbeth filled a gem with her own blood. Sure, Kathryn was familiar with the sight of blood and gore and all that other mess. But a self inflicted wound, especially on someone she has begun to grow and care for? Hit so much harder than any wound she could dish out to others.

In The Dead Don't Die: Paradise Lost. → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
June Fowler


Location: Paradise Gym
Skills: N/A



June gave a look over to one of the people stepping in who... she was not too familiar with. Though she would recognize his name if she had heard it, Names were not on the skillset that June held. But in a way the dude in the glasses reminded June of herself. Albeit not in the same part of the IQ bellgraph as herself. Mostly in that sense of he gave off outcast vibes like she herself did unless she really, really worked on it. So she gave him a wave with the hand not holding the unloaded shotgun. That is when she noticed, she was infact apart of the conversation at hand and had not really been paying attention.

"I mean most electrical parts, enough copper or gold wire, and enough juice and you can make a short range radio out of most anything really. We may not even need a radio or a lighthouse. There's a greater than zero percent chance a microwave longline system is still in standby on the island. Though they were mostly phased out between the 60s and 90s many are kept on standby as a contingency in case of nuclear Armageddon. Most sides are relay sites, but still have their own backup generators. But hub sites are practically forts. Maybe one out of every five or so sites though are a hub. And that's only on the mainland. Some are underground bunkers meant to maintain a staff of roughly 40 people for weeks, or overland super tall concrete buildings. But even if this island only has a relay station on it they can still transmit and receive once their generator is up. And they are always pointed at two or more other sites. As long as they are within line of site of one another. That was the downside to using microwaves for wireless transmission. But the ability to transmit thousands of channels of communication at a time made them considerably more practical than thousands upon thousands of physical cables spanning thousands of mile. Though we would have to find one of these sites to even make use of it. And since the federal government hasn't really come out with information its been tricky to find them all on a national level. But since they are also not technically classified and are also kinda in standby and also kind of in active use its not too hard to find information on them online. I probably have some information on one of my hardrives somewhere..." June said reaching for a shoulder bag that would usually hold her laptop and or tablet, only to realize it was back in the June Nook. "Well... Not on me. But I got it somewhere. But I don't know how much information wikipedia has on them. But even if those networks are down here or there isn't a station on the island isolated islands like these likely have some old satellite dishes that are present that we can at least send some sort of signal with. Be it something in depth like a voice or written message from a computer, or even an interference noise to transmit something comparable to Morse code." June said wrapping up her rather autistic ramble on communication networks.

Then the thing that she really should have expected to happen happened. June's expertise and experience was requested by not only Billie but also Maria. Though June did chuckle at the comment about princesses and horses and buggies. "Princess's don't use horse and buggies, they use carriages and stallions silly." She said clearly not getting the jest or jab. "Plus most modern 3d printers can be carried by hand. And the motor wouldn't need to be huge, Palm size, maybe smaller. Though multiple wouldn't hurt since the first few may crash and burn..." June said pondering for a moment. "Yeah you both may be right. I should probably come. We will need more bags though. And I think I left the box of shells at my desk." June said before taking two steps, hearing the jingle in her pocket, then pulling the box of 20 gauge shells from her cargo pocket. "Oh, nope. I got them right here." She said with the most gleeful of smiles before resting the short barrel shotgun in the nook of her arm and began loading the shells. "Hey while we are out can we grab some gummy worms? I am running dangerously low. That and something with caffeine. Coffee does fine but it always reminds me of work so its really hard to do passion projects with coffee." June asked as if this were a regular grocery run and not a localized apocalypse. While casually loading a short pump action shotgun.
In Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Kathryn Pyke
Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05
HP: 49 / 49 Armor Class: 21 Conditions: N/A
Location: Taproom
Action: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
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Kathryn sighed in relief. Though she was concerned about things as a whole, the current situation was at least safe. Given Kosara's explanation it wasn't too far off from what she had guessed when she barged into the room. "Let's keep an eye on the situation for now. I don't know if its possible to reanimate the dead once they have been defeated but I would rather not find out." Kathryn said taking her foot and beginning to push the remains back into the back room. And realizing she hit the last one so hard the bits were everywhere, some smaller than fingernails. "We'll uh... find a broom later..." Kathryn said rather unsure of herself.

Back upstairs, everyone was getting settled in just fine. Kathryn herself grabbed the biggest mug the tavern floor had and filled it to the brim with brandy. A couple sips in and she topped it off. Was it a little early? Yes. Would that stop Kathryn from drinking? Absolutely not. "I must apologize again." Kathryn spoke to the Mosswaters grabbing a pitcher of water and bringing it to them. Yes there was water boiling but it was not quite ready yet. THOUGH! There was wine. "You know what would go well with tea? Some good local wine." Not only was there a murder case going on. There were undead monsters, and non combatants in the building. There was definitely some stress. Returning to the bar, she quickly grabbed a bottle of red, and a bottle of white, returning it to the table. That is when she took note that Tarace wasn't at the table, and had been struggling with the door just a bit too long. "Oh gods apologies, I am a little disoriented at the moment." Kathryn said setting down the wine bottles. But alas the halfing had gotten the door before she could assist. And who was there was Master Urmdrus. Who after todays new information, also got added to the suspect list. A part of Kathryn hated the fact that she had to put so many people that were helping them on this mental list. But she wasn't sure what else to do. The suspect pool was limited. Though she didn't have a motive for him, he was the likely suspect to have worked on the basement door to the hidden room.

Kathryn did take a moment to note that Victoria had been explaining a bit more magic to Lizbeth. It was all a bit too heavy for Kathryn to understand, but the concepts of it made sense to her as she practiced her runic magic. Though she was far from an expert in that regard. "You better not be teaching her how to cheat in her trainings or else I'll have to stop holding back on her yeah?" Kathryn said in a joking tone. The girl was getting better though. She knew how to handle a blade rather well as it was.

Lizbeth seemed so happy to see him though. Kathryn wouldn't interrogate him just yet. After what the small bean had been through, the least she could do was let her have this joyous moment with someone she cared for. Turning back to Barbal she smiled her best warm smile despite the chunks of bone in her hair, cloak, and in the joints of her armor. "Those fish canapes look down right scrumptious! I had a bit breakfast so I should really go easy on them. However... It would be rude if I didn't enjoy the hard work of my guests?" Kathryn said in an attempt to convince herself of the need for snacks. "Oh, how rude of me. Red or white wine? And I think we have some cinnamon roll treats still from the other day if you'd like?" Kathryn said trying her best to play host. You'd think the noble woman would be a wee bit better at this sort of thing.

In Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Kathryn Pyke
Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05
HP: 49 / 49 Armor Class: 21 Conditions: N/A
Location: Cellar --> Taproom
Action: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
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Kathryn took a deep breath as the battle ended. Turning to BB her breath condensing under her helmet she audibly sighed. "I.... I don't even know what to say to that dude... Please stop getting into so much trouble every time I leave ya yeah?" Kathryn said to BB in a rather joking matter. More worried about how things unfolded. Though she was sure the party could have handled things, she worried what sort of punishment they would have taken had she not been able to get down as fast as she did. What if someone had gotten really hurt? What if someone had died? Things were too close... way too close. "Not actually dead? Again? Fucking hell... This place is getting weird..." Kathryn said, air deflating from her lungs.

Kathryn took a moment to notice Lizbeth struggling with the events that took place. Victoria thankfully happened to be close by to help which gave Kathryn some comfort. Some. Kathryn wished she was in a better position to help her student. The girl who was much like a younger sister to her now. But she also didn't want to overwhelm the poor girl. As Victoria left to go return to her studies Kathryn replied to her comments. "I'll keep my destructive efforts more controlled next time. Hopefully making the cleanup a little easier too." She did pity whoever would get stuck with cleaning. Kathryn was a poor cleaner herself... But she hated putting off work to others. It was a terrible conundrum. "Hey Lizbeth, when you're done studying with Victoria, you should relax some. Join us for treats and tea." Kathryn offered to the small bean so she had a moment to distract from the chaos of... all of this.

Making her way upstairs back to the mosswaters, Kathryn removed her helm. Which other than the moisture buildup, hadn't even seen a scratch. Other than some old ones from bumping her head against the door frames.... "Apoligies gentlemen for the holdup. We should be okay now." Kathryn spoke in her most innocent noblewoman voice. Still covered in bone bits and dust.
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June Fowler


Location: Paradise Gym
Skills: Computer hardware, computer software, simple engineering



And then there was June. She hadn't spent a lot of time interacting with the others in the camp so far. It wasn't anything against them, but she had never been much of a social person. Added to that, much of the medication she was on that helped her keep a functional attention span had been used up already despite her attempts to ration it. Now the only thing she could focus on was whatever held her hyperfocus these last few days. In this moment, she wanted to know what was going on outside. She had attempted to force communications with the Navy ships just off the island a couple times. But as they were ignoring her she decided she needed a more direct approach. Rushing through the camp with a box full of random electronics she had salvaged, June made her way back over to the front desk of the gym. A little corner she had at this point claimed as her own. Just secluded enough to cut herself off. Not so secluded that she was easily forgettable.

Across the desk lay assorted parts from electronics June had cannibalized for parts. Simple motherboards. More complex ones. Parts of desk phones, desktops, smart phones, and plastic cases that had been sawed into shape with a pocket knife. Though June lacked the usual tools she was used to working with, she still had a few she had traveled with or had picked up on her stay. It was amazing what the TSA let you bring as long as your bag was checked and you had paperwork to drown some poor desk worker in. Saws, screw drivers, spare parts, all of it coming together to form!!! Three failed attempts at making a drone. Being unable to make custom parts, and having insufficient tools to shape them properly, only having her laptop and tablet with unreliable power usage, building these drones had been nothing but spent parts and time. But as June had been so focused on working on these things so she could see the outside world, she was determined to make it work.

One major drawback to running out of most of the medication that was only supposed to last a couple weeks to begin with, was that June found herself regularly picking things up and setting them back down and forgetting where she set them down. "Mother fucker...". She mumbled looking around the front desk for her last line of defense. She knew she had it as the box of shells were still on the desk. Retracing her steps box of shells in hand she ran back to the room she collected her more recent salvage job from, and there it was. The compact shotgun resting on top of a filing cabinet. Before the isolated apocalypse, it rarely left June's travel bag other than to go to storage again. Since the island went to shit, it had become a new part of June's every day life. Before things went to shit, she had fired it maybe twice at a range to familiarize herself with it. And never at anything... alive. Now she's fired it a couple times, the lead balls striking flesh more times than June wanted to acknowledge. Not that it had stopped the attackers.

Grabbing the shotgun June internally mumbled about how she wished she had a sling for the thing, or some kind of holster for it. She supposed she could keep it in a bag but she would probably lose it there too. But maybe then she could keep it loaded? Leaving the back office again over the crowds of people attempting to take shelter in this localized apocalypse, June rushed over to the people collecting near the entrance. "Hey yo uh, you all going out? If so can you keep an eye out for some circuit boards? A small motor? I could probably make one from scratch but they tend to be unreliable and need a ton more juice. Oh! Unlikely but if you find a 3d printer that would help tons!" June asked with the biggest smile. Seeming unaware of the localized end of the world. "Radio equipment may be good too but not as needed. I think I can make something work with the gear I have here..." She spoke as she slowed, pondering how she could work out communications with the drone. Then remembering she actually had something important to say. "Oh and uh!!! uh... huh..." She paused. Visibly stumped. "There was... something else..." Then, with a gleeful smile it clicked! "If you swing by a pharmacy, can you grab my prescriptions? I've written down a few alternatives that can work, and a separate list of ones that absolutely will not work." She said reaching into her pocket to pull out a sheet of paper. On it a string of several lists, a key to understand the lists (If you were a June), and doodles within the margins. On top of that, one list had already included the list of parts she needed to find. As well as a list of snacks that could be fun to have on hand. This list? Pressed over to Billie as June really didn't know anyone else here yet. Sure, she had spent the last few weeks with them. But Billie was a friend of a friend. Well... Friend of a friend with benefits. Everyone else was just strangers that happened to be in the same place when shit went to hell.
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Kathryn Pyke
Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05
HP: 49 / 49 Armor Class: 21 Conditions: N/A
Location: D7 --> J8
Action: Poke x 2/fire chains
Action Surge: POKE AGAIN x2
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
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The deceptively vile and tricky creature had taken the chance to escape Kathryn's attempt at murder while she had tried, and failed at casting magic. BB was fast in pursuit though ready to unload into the fucker. Kathryn got ready to follow in chase when she noticed, no one else moved. They were all frozen. No.. Stunned?! A part of her wanted to stay and help them, but as the creature moved up stairs, Kathryn knew they were not the ones in danger. The Mosswaters who she had left upstairs were. As the creature made a beeline for the stairs, if it went upstairs it would have a clean shot at the halflings, or it would book it outside. Both options only boaed for more problems and bodies. It had to be dealt with first.

Kathryn watched as BB unloaded a load of hurt on the undead monstrosity. Kathryn was slower though, and would follow up as soon as BB unloaded his own load of personal hell on the creature. "Stay put mother fucker, I'm not done with you yet!" She called out as she swung the hammer forcefully into the front of the creature, causing it to stagger for just the slightest of moments. Enough for Kathryn to mutter a single word. "Stay." The word echoed for a brief moment as the runes that glowed and appeared to be heating the metal they were branded too. The split second the echoed word was spoken, Fiery chains erupted from the brickwork from every direction, enveloping the undead monstrosity from all sides, restraining it, and keeping it just still enough for Kathryn to unload pain into it.

The next blow came against its back, fiery sparks flying off the metal and bones as they collided. Pressing the advantage she had she sped up, hitting the undead creature on the back swing in the chest. Again the hammer glowed with fire and sparks, and the soft moonlit glow it normally held illuminating the debris that flew off the impacts even more. On one more final swing, Kathryn arced the warhammer overhead, and brought it down on the face of the bone snake, shattering its face into splinters. Glowing fragments launched in every direction, incinerated bits burning to ash, and indirect damage caused to each individual bone down the spine of the creature in a series of secondary shock waves as the chains heated up, and the blunt force from the magical hammer caused bones to separate and shatter down to the end of the tail.

With a sharp whistle, the fire chains glowed into an almost whitish fire, before a flash of light. Only to disappear as the bones shattered over the stairs and room. Kathryn breathed heavy. She was using a lot of magic she was not familiar with, she had forced her body through an extreme amount of physical exertion. And though she could handle the physical part normally, she really pushed herself this time. She reminded herself as well that magic was its own kind of exertion as she felt her body and mind trying to catch up to the stress. "BB... What in the ever loving hell was that all about?" Kathryn turned so her visor locked eyes with the dragon born. Breath weak as she took a moment to breath. She could keep fighting if need be, but not to that extent.
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