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spellfile) wrote in
knightsoflegend2015-03-22 11:37 pm
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illinois ♔ and the message coming from my eyes

WHO || Andrew, Zero, Han, Rocket, Klaus
WHAT || The Knights investigate some strange events around a farmhouse in Illinois
WHERE || Metropolis Kansas
WHEN || April 20th, 2015
HOW || Actionspam
The route to the Moore residence is a secluded, gavel-topped county road that meanders through fields and farmland. The roiling stormclouds and lack of city lights make the countryside seem unusually dark and forbidding. A battered mailbox on the right side of the road indicates the Moore farm, and a pothole-filled drive leads up to the farmhouse. On the right side of the long driveway, nestled among the snow, lies what appears to be a small family graveyard.
Beside the dilapidated house, stands a large German Shepard tethered on a leash, barking furiously as they pull up. An older man stands on the porch looking highly displeased. The man says something to the dog, but the barking continues unabated.
"You can just turn right around and head back the way you came," he yells from the porch.

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When the engine starts sputtering, Han slams his fist against the dashboard.]
Kriffing piece of junk.
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the storm has picked up considerably, the winds gusting rain around. the green clouds swirling about the moore farmhouse are ominous enough, but closer inspection reveals that the front door is open, banging back and forth in the powerful winds. no one seems to be around, including moore's dog.
zero lifts his phone to his ear, but pulls it away, scowling. ] Nothin' but static. Can't even get a damn signal.
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[aka his least fave part :( ]
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[S-such a reassuring team member. He's even a gentleman, Andrew!]
After you. [:)]
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Wasn't there a dog here earlier?
[Blaster held by his side, he moves towards the spot slowly, looking wary. The blood isn't making him feel any better.]
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Maybe we should check the fields first.
[ at that point, they hear someone shouting inside the house, yelling "Oscar!" over and over. even over the wind, the voice sounds slightly distorted, as if the speaker is underwater. ] Or that. [ he frowns. ] Rocket's somewhere out near the barn. We gonna split up or what? [ THREE CHOICES: house, barn, cornfields ]
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[Klaus doesn't look ... particularly concerned though. Or particularly eager to run off in one of three directions ~before it's too late~..]
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also by 'the kitchen extends around the stairs' in the last tag, i meant the living room. that they were looking at. #readingcomprehension
zero grimaces, staring at the door, knowing they've gotta look in there but not eager to be the one to do so ]
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Shit, shit, shit... We're going in there, aren't we?
[Such a knight]
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the kitchen is in complete disarray, and the cupboards and drawers have been ransacked. four horrible-looking figures stand over the corpse of a middle-aged woman. though they are humanoid in shape, they look like bloated zombies, with oozing flesh that sloughs off to the ground in puddles and eyes that glow with a green, unholy light. "Oscar," says one in a muddy voice, raising its head to affix them all with a hungry stare. ]
Wrong grouch.
[ one of the zombies roars and heads straight for zero, slamming into him with a nat 20, and following it up with a weighty blow (atk 20, total dmg 22). ]
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And seriously got the exact same fucking thing. So appropriate that it hurts.]
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And if it staggers back or falls or dies (again) he will go ahead and move inside to put him that much closer to the one assaulting Zero and make himself a bigger target since Andrew's ass is probably the squishiest one here rn.]
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