Val'drin Cabot (
valdrin) wrote in
knightsoflegend2014-04-25 12:02 am
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oxford ♔ crawling out of my own skin

WHO || Marty, Matthew, Nels, Miles, Val'drin, Mr. Broggon
WHAT || The Knights investigate a mysterious package sent to a shop owner
WHERE || Sword & Sorcery, in Oxford, England
WHEN || Wed April 16th, about 8pm
HOW || Actionspam
Sword & Sorcery: Old Books for a New Age is located in a strip mall in a relatively nice part of the city of Oxford. A scattering of other cars fill parts of the parking lot, with most of the vehicles congregated to the side nearest the Teriyaki Rok'n'Wok, a rock and roll themed teriyaki restaurant. The bookstore sits farther down the line of shops, in the more deserted section of the strip mall. Val'drin raises an eyebrow at the Rok'n'Wok, slipping one hand into his pocket as he surveys the others.
"Everyone's at least armed, I do hope."

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[Long pause.]
Didn't... really mean that fast, but awesome. Great.
[She whirls on Boggins.] Why the hell would someone mail you a carrion-eating shit creature? Putting a black mamba in your toilet would have probably been cleaner.
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[Wow. Marty wasn't really expecting it to go down that fast, and he looks at his hands with a mixture of awe and confusion. Did he actually do something right for once? That's... new.]
Okay, so I'm not going anywhere near that. [Just so we're clear.] Seriously, is there a clean-up crew for this kind of thing?
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Let's hope the other one's not a disease-ridden sewer monster. Euch. [She sticks her tongue out.]
And they say pursuit of knowledge is such a nice, safe alternative to fighting the good fight. [She shoots Broggon a sympathetic look and moves over to the trap door to stand in front of it, looking down.]
Do I need to be the one to point out that I've seen a ton of horror movies that start like this? Luckily I'm a virgin. My survival rate is way higher than the rest of you. [SUCH A CHARMER. Now that the trap door has been investigated, she'll head over to the room he indicated to ~prepare herself~]
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a ruger service six revolver, loaded
12 extra bullets for the revolver
one knife
one baseball bat
one metal baton
one suit of leather armor
one chainmail shirt
two flashlights
three road flares
and fifty feet of rope.
val'drin follows her into the doorway, looking over the spread with an eyebrow raised. ]
Well, that's certainly ... comforting.
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[So whatever broke out is probably ugly. Maybe worse than the thing they just killed, if that was possible.]
Dibs on the chainmail.
[...He's done enough taking one for the team on these missions, okay.]
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the baseball bat does 1d6 dmg and crits x2
val'drin, in the meantime, simply picks up a flashlight and hefts it in his hand. he'll stick to his standard issue gun, thanks. ]
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[Not exactly complaining as he puts it on, just...making commentary.]
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Rope is always useful. [He grabs it up, and puts it in his bag.]
[Then he stalks over to the trap door, weapons still in hand, nods at Val'drin, and hops down in.]
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[Nels gets a Search check of 24]
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bambi finds a shipping label that marks PTC as the origin of the crate. sticky webbing fills the inside of the shattered box. three egglike balls of web sit within, each one cracked open and empty. ]
Remind you of home?
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I think we might be fucked, guys. [(wisdom 20 total). Her knowledge: arcane lore roll was an 11.)]
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[As he finally joins them. Putting on chainmail is hard I guess (or I'm just slow).]
Wanna elaborate?
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[He looks at Miles.] Spiders. And big ones at that.
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[MAYBE SPIDERS DON'T LIKE TO EAT DROW OKAY.]
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[Nels begins hacking away at the webs, eager to be done with the spider portion of this little trip. Strength check of 12, so it may take a little while.]
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