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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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the stair-slide is about 150 feet long, so the others are left looking down into this pit from far overhead. ] Are they like cats? Aren't they supposed to land on their feet?
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[One way or another, depending on Rocket's state of being once they get down to the bottom. Note the lack of any actual concern despite his half-assed attempt to keep Rocket from plummeting to his possible death.
Klaus steps closer and peers down into the darkness, using that darkvision of his to see if he can spot anything that will actually allow them to climb down or something instead of sliding to their doom (spot nat 20, sorry he couldn't roll that for the save...)]
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four robots stand in the middle of this room facing each other, their manipulator arms moving in complex gestures. they don't look over or stop waving their human-shaped arms at all when the group enters. ] Well, that's... new.
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Thinking I need to get a look at that computer.
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Those are somatics.
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Ancient looking tomes/books/scrolls, on the other hand? Yes please. He will break off from the group to check out the nearest rack (spot/search/idk: nat 20 so does it matter?). Later, nerds.]
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as andrew enters, a flat, mechanical voices says: Time until ritual completion - 45 minutes. New target acquired. Within proximity of O.S.C.A.R. unit. as he peers at the monitor, he'd see a disturbing as fuck sight - the screen pulses with odd glyphs, demonic faces, and words written in a strange language. a clock at the bottom of the screen gives the countdown of 45 minutes. ]
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