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The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

|Fool!|
The Voice rumbled behind Cub's eyes as measured hooves pummeled him awake.

Though hazy from the crash, the large Orc knew instantly the Beast of Burden looming above him to be Shavie. How had he escaped the bilge? How had he even survived? Cub's only answer was another swift kick to the sternum.

|Did I not tell you to hunt the Moon Shadow? You left the Breton untested and look where it has gotten you!|
The Voice rumbled again, the Orc's massive skull threatening to split at the seams as he lifted himself to his feet. His whole body ached and his ears rang though whether that was from the crash or simply Hravlar's grog Cub's couldn't tell. His mouth too parched of sand and brine to speak he nodded weakly to the creature before him. Shavie remained stoic as Cub limped closer and pulled forth the Dagger from his saddlebag and nodded again dazedly.

|It seems we have an understanding then. Good.|
The Voice cooed as Cub felt the world darken around him once more.

|Now, sleep my harbinger. For tonight you hunt!|
With a last faint nod, the large Orc tumbled to the ground and blacked out once more.
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"SCORPIONS!"

Cub woke with a start, leaping to his feet...leaping? Cub stared down for a moment confused. He didn't feel any of the soreness he had before, face down in the sand on this...jungle? Had he not been a beach earlier? Admittedly he wasn't quite up for sight seeing but he distinctly remembered Shavie...where was Shavie? Had it been a dream...?

"Dozens, at least!"

Snapping back to himself, Cub reached for his hammer and drew...nothing. Of course! Harding had him tie his belongings to the mast! Thrice-damned a lot of good that did him now! The only thing she hadn't talked him out of was his helmet and boots though his blacksmith trousers defended little more than his modesty. A glint in the undergrowth caught Cub's eye as he moved to help his friends; the Dagger. "So, it wasn't a dream..." thinking aloud, Cub scooped the Silver Dagger though he wasn't sure how he planned to help anyone without his equipment. He was useless on his own.

Prey.

Just as he crested a fallen log, an especially large scorpion scuttled from the darkness 'neath the night time canopy, its body longer and wider than any man. Without thinking, Cub's powerful legs bounded him off the log and onto the beast's back. "What the hell am doing?! What-woah!" Stunned both by his own actions and the quickness of the primal beast, Cub narily avoided a stinger to his spine.

"Shit! Woah! Waooohhhh, Nelly!" The Scorpion bucked and clacked its pincers trying to rid itself of its unwelcome guest, several more attempts with its stinger haphazardly dodged as Cub tried desperately to stay on. "Shi-i-i-it!" Clasping his muscular thighs around the insectoid's sides as it twisted about, Cub's lefthand shackle clinked and chattered against the Scorpion's natural plating.

With a flash of inspiration, Cub swung the chain beneath the creature and caught it in his right hand to act as reins. He still had to worry about that nine-damned stinger but at least now he could steer the fuckin' bug. "Wooah, onward noble stee-eeed!" Pressing his large body close enough to the exoskeleton for his nipples to chafe, Cub managed to avoid the wild stinger, if only long enough to drive it toward the source of the shouting.

"Hravvvv-laaa-aar! This is why-y-y I don't driii-iink!"

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I live! I'm sorry I've been absent for so long ladies and gents, I've been picking up as many hours as possible at work in preparation of meeting my SO in person next month. It's also of value to note that I work with family who aren't the keenest on my visit and she starts college that month so stress is palpable. I still have the rest of this month to go so I might be around sporadically but I'll do my best to at least be seen so if I'm holding anything up let me know; Psy if you want to break off our Collab I'd understand though admittedly I have no idea the current state of affairs in the IC.

TL;DR I'm slowly going insane.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

I was having a bit of a shite day but then I saw this and it made me feel better.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Cairomaru said
But...but he started it! Why do I have to get the corner! D:

CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE IN MOURNING HERE?

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Dervish said
Rtron dropped, but Gorzath's still technically in the city with everyone.

Ah, I see.

Cairomaru said
How many people were in the rp at that time? O_o

It was a different time.

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I thought Gorzath bit the dust as well? I meant from the Palace 'til now. RiP in Peace, Chorrol Redguard Mage Guy #Nevar4git

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

All my friends are on FFXIV so I got a trial only to have it BSOD my computer to death. Cool story, self.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Dervs, we need a Memorial on the initial post of the OOC. We've lost so many comrades since The Palace of Kings :<

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

Finally got that done. I'm running out of ideas for Freeside, it's a good thing we're leaving :p

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

Scrap was simple but he wasn't stupid.

While the offer of a room at the 38 was a more tempting offer than the Fort's storage room, it was obviously more of a formality than an invitation. With a final wave to Haylee, Scrap hoisted his junk and made the trek back through Freeside. Though most of his time was split between his repair work at the irrigation fields and following tech leachs for Joolie in the surrounding wasteland, this had been the most time he'd spent among the locals since his arrival years ago. Some were still uneasy with his presence though most remained civil once Haylee took him on as a apprentice.

More of a foreman than a mechanic at the time, Haylee would sometimes stop to check the pumps on her way to see Tenpenny which left the workers to their own devices most times. Spot fixes and improvised patches were commonplace as the young woman found more and more reasons to meet with their benevolent benefactor until finally she stopped showing up all together. As the originator of several dozen fixes during Haylee's steady decline in attendance, Scrap became the defacto "Head Engineer" a title that cemented his tenuous place in Freeside.

"Yo Scrap, what the fuck're you doin' out here? Julie said you was gone to that prick House's place!" Miguel called to Scrap from the aqueduct manifold, startling him from his thoughts; it seemed rather than marching him home to the Fort, Scrap's distracted gait had led him back to the fields. "Fuck it, it ain't important right now, come look at these pipes a sec'." His confusion fading to resolve, Scrap nodded and followed Miguel to the controls. "Piece a'shit's backed up again, we got no water goin' the crops. I don't know how you Muties do and frankly I don't wanna, but without food and water and humans ain't but shit. Dead man, Dead." Exasperated, Miguel sighed and turned to Scrap making sure he understood the importance of their conversation.

Scrap finally spoke. "Need find water chip?"

"What? No, the fuck even is that? No, no we got rats in the pipes man! every goddamn year the same shit! Dumb sonsabitches try to escape the heat, end up gettin' stuck and WE'RE the fuckers gotta take 'em out. Problem is, this year's gift of the Wastes is the fuckin' rat king himself; motherfucker is too big for us to fish out without breaking the pipe. I know you fix this shit for a livin' but these Old World pipelines ain't exactly easy to piece back together, you get me? We still got water runnin' to Freeside for now and managed to unbolt the surrounding pipe but if we don't get the pressure back up soon, shit's fucked."

Scrap thought a moment pulling a bit of surgical tubing from his hoard and holding it to his head not unlike a telephone. "What you think Scrap should do, Brother Pipe? No, we not hurt him. No. No, no break pipe, that why we ask you! Yes. Yes. Hmm..."

To anyone else this might seem an odd display but having worked with Scrap for some time he had seen many times just how useful the method behind his strange friend's madness could be. "Ask him how long this'll take, we ain't got a shitton a'time here Scrap."

"Shhh, Brother Pipe talking. Him say, give Scrap bobby pin." Eager to get things back up and running, Miguel obliged. "Good. Now him say, step back." Again, Miguel obliged. "Good. Now watch Scrap." Without waiting for confirmation, Scrap placed the tubing between his teeth and dropped the bobby pin through the other side. Taking a deep breath, he blow into the tubing sending the bobby pin sailing across the room. "Uahhua!" Scrap cheered, the tubing still between his teeth. Releasing it to his hand, he turned to Miguel confidently. "Scrap can fix pipe now."

The next few minutes passed quickly as Scrap laced several lengths of surgical tubing through an pressure cooker from his satchel. Be turning the pressure back on itself with the tubing he could amplify it through the small steam valve very quickly though he would need a way to secure it to the pipe. With a final bit of effort, Scrap yanked the head from a plunger and affixed it to the nozzle providing a decent enough seal to deem it functional. Without a word, the two men made their way further into the fields to collect the severed portion of pipe. Dragging it clear of the outskirts, Scrap attached the device via the plunger head and turned on the pressure cooker. After a few seconds the pressure began to build and soon enough, POP! The fetid carcass flew out of the pipe and back into the Wastes. It wasn't pretty, but it worked. As Miguel sighed a breath of relief, Scrap unfastened and began dismantling the pneumatic plunger. "Shit, that just might have been the most beautiful, disgusting fuckin' thing I've ever seen. Keep this between us, huh Scrap? Don't need Julie complaining the crops taste like vermin." Scrap nodded as he removed the last bit of surgical tubing and returned everything to his satchel.

"Scrap keep secret but you do Scrap favor. Tell Joolie Scrap leaving. Haylee's idea. She will know." With that, he shouldered his junk and left for the rendezvous point.
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As Scrap approached the H&H building, he feared he probably should have checked in with Joolie himself before he departed but it was already midday by the time he and Miguel had fixed the irrigation network. If he hadn't stopped to help, there would be no crops. Besides, he had work to do. Joolie would understand. He hoped.

"Well hey there, Hoss! Nice t'see ya'gain!" The cowboy robot stopped a moment. "Er, maybe a poor choice a'words for your ilk...why-ownt-ch'all just step inside?"