Sol Grim

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

Maybe ill cross paths with you at a lone gas station. You could be looking for more alcohol whileim looking for distractions.

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

@cio. You might be near Johnny, if you want me to run into you. I'm dealing with a massive horde atm could use the help leading some away.

Pursuit of Power

Dalious

"Need another shot!!" he shouted as he sprang awake, instantly regretting it from the pain he felt. Glancing over to one side he saw that he was not alone. Cursing himself for forgetting to tell the servant to be discrete, his vision soon came into focus of the earthican woman from the arena. She appeared to be wounded from the fight as well, her princess and one other near to her. "You just had to see me again..." he spoke toward Laurel.

Looking down at his bandaged wound, he felt it around a bit to see that it was well taken care of. He then nodded over to the princess of Earthica, feeling far underprepared to speak with royalty. "My lady, you should be proud of your fighters. I feel sorry for whomever stands across the battlefield from them. Who won, by the way? Eh, doesn't much matter, what's say the lot of us head back over to that fancy garden bar, eh? We could..." Dalious just then glanced to his other side, seeing the Father looming there silently. His cold expression read a thousand words, stopping Dalious from speaking further. His mood and tone shifted, as he found himself getting out of the bed.

"If you could send my best to the healer of my wounds, my lady," Dalious said as he exited the room. "This wound was not caused from the tournament, but happened prior in a bar brawl at the Frozen Candle. A mere scratch, reopened." With that he left and walked a few paces past the Father to speak with him privately.

"I was just having a bit of fun, those fighters chosen to represent us were garbage. If I only had your son, it would have turned out differently," he told him. "Means nothing, I'll make it up to you. What would you have me do?"

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

Johnny Blackburn had been prone for the last forty minutes, waiting for the deer to come further from the tree line. He was far from the Parris Security of which he stayed, deep in the desert area leading toward Nevada. Here there were cliffs and canyons stretching as far as the eyes could see, little life left out here save for the animals. It was rare to find deer so far out, but he had been tracking one for the last couple of hours. Finally the deer emerged from the shrubs and Johnny readied and aimed his wooden oak longbow. He was a good thirty yards away when he loosed the arrow, it narrowly missing as the deer scurried off into the trees. "Shit!" He had never really been the best with a bow, but ever since finding it he had been getting better. Just not today.

It was getting late. Johnny preferred being out by himself, sometimes for weeks, which was why he volunteered to be a hunter. Even without the deer, this was a successful venture. Walking back to his brown horse, Brisco, he checked his belongings one last time before he would head back to camp. Four squirrels, two rabbits, and eight quail. This was a successful hunting trip, though the deer would have topped it off. Setting his machete and longbow in the horses satchel, he got on and directed home. As they moved through the valley, he rechecked his handheld radio to see if there was any reception.

"Hello, anyone read? It's Johnny-" he spoke into it, only to receive static back. He needed to get up in altitude and much closer.

A few hours in to his trek, he noticed there were many vultures flying up in the sky nearby. Something big was dead, as there were more and more of them flocking together just over the hill. Deciding to check it out, he rode Brisco over and onto one of the hills that led to a cliff. On the other side, he hopped off Brisco and got to the edge. There were hundreds of infected all grouped together in one massive horde, all of them seemingly coming from the city and walking directly towards home. A haunting chill passed over his spine, the former Rockstar had not seen this many grouped together since the concert days way back when. He tried the radio again.

"Parris, Parris you read it's Johnny," he said, climbing higher for better reception. "There's a massive horde to the southeast of base, heading toward you, copy? 'Bout two days march away, I'll try to lead them off. Over."

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Dalious

As the sleeping one finally awoke, Dalious opened his mouth to speak to him as he had the others. Just then the crew came down and he held his tongue, wincing at the sight of them and rolling his eyes. Moving his foot just in time to miss the crewmate's spit, he crossed his arms and listened intently from behind the bars. A raft made of ice? Dalious found himself in awe of the subject, eyes wide as well. He wished he had seen such a thing in person, wondering which of the newcomers pulled that off.

Dalious couldn't help but let out a bursting laugh when Joss was finished with his speech. After the elf spoke, he cut in."Ha! Yeah, you're a real bunch of sweethearts. Wouldn't happen to have any sugar with that crocked shite would ya, mate? I don't know what your dealings are with this group Mutiny, but as for me, if you're gonna sell me off that's fair game. Eye for an eye, we're pirate's I get it. However the price is far too low from what the crew's told me, I'm worth at least double you shite."

Pursuit of Power

I believe you are.

Pursuit of Power

Woo go ultfic! I was rooting for you mate. Also father scares me lol.

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

cicero should be next I was informed, or close to it

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

I know that he is potentially our ally but I'm not going to metagame over here, hence the distrust and caution by a usually very careful character. :). even though just straight up trusting him and unlocking him immediately without any fanfare would be the optimal RPG gamer choice, it just isn't what a "Graves" would do.

Also, welp, looks like he has seasickness now. I wasn't expecting that, his initial giddiness was due to being injured but I guess playing along works just as well. Gonna add that to my character, I'mma do it later.

@Spiritzer

apologies for the seasickness, that was my own mis read. Also I can't imagine anyone would straight up trust the pirate in this instance.

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

"Perhaps, but this brig only fits one really...two maybe," he replied to the elf. "Hypothetically, there are too many. The more questions you ask the more doubt I feel. Besides, you've had a rough past few if my senses read correct. Best to sneak in, probably, and slit their throats while they pass out piss drunk. Or just sneak in to the captain's chambers, at the very least. If you're really boring I suppose we could just wait and see what they want. And we're pirates, we don't have stations and rotations. Took me years to get Sully to man the ship right the dumb bloke."

He paused when he could barely hear some laughter up ahead. Watching the seasick man wander over toward the light, he listened to him with a curiously raised eyebrow as he asked the elf's question again. "There are twelve of them, right now they seem to be good and drunk. Won't be long before they pass out, though I wouldn't rule out them joining us out of nowhere. Joss must have the key..."