MotW - Old Hungers

Fourier

Necro wrote: »

OOC: Stupid fatty flesh. I'll take A

Cron swings with impressive force, the first woman's arm swinging through the air from the on the spot amputation. His sword however swings deep into her stomach. Cron then hears a bang together with a squelch before seeing viscera erupt from her back.

The other woman had fired off a round impulsively on seeing her friend probably being killed, the pellets ripping into the first woman's back.

The body keels over with Cron's sword stuck in it. The second woman takes aim and fires. The force hits Cron like a bowling ball, he flies back into a nearby table, cracking the wooden bench attached to it.

He lies on his back, the second woman already frantically reloading the shotgun.

Nebelwerfer

Fourier wrote: »

She manages a horrible screech before her head comes off with a bloody splatter. The flesh on her corpse quickly withers, leaving only bone. The skull continues its roll, stopping at the Mammoth display.

Aware of the fact the noise may have been heard, Bubby grabs the page, wipes any blood off it and puts it back into the grimoire.

Bubby looks around to see if he can hide, get out of sight, as he knows the noise will bring curious onlookers.

"Speaking of which" he thinks. "I was pretty sure Darren was behind me earlier, where is everyone".

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"Oh, will that make being in the back of a traveling abbatoir with a gag to muffle my screams somehow worse? Will it? Come on then, sunshine."
does he have any of his gear? If so, choppy choppy while singing a Swedish chef song. If no, he starts the screaming early and carries on stomping and squishing.

OOC: If you wish, he does

"That's it pal"

The van stops.

The driver comes around the back and opens the doors with an amulet held up high. He's young enough, Darren would guess late teens.

Darren feels a horrible pain in his stomach, like it's burning. He stumbles a bit in the van.

"Stopping now?" the driver asks.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

Cron swings with impressive force, the first woman's arm swinging through the air from the on the spot amputation. His sword however swings deep into her stomach. Cron then hears a bang together with a squelch before seeing viscera erupt from her back.

The other woman had fired off a round impulsively on seeing her friend probably being killed, the pellets ripping into the first woman's back.

The body keels over with Cron's sword stuck in it. The second woman takes aim and fires. The force hits Cron like a bowling ball, he flies back into a nearby table, cracking the wooden bench attached to it.

He lies on his back, the second woman already frantically reloading the shotgun.

OOC: Am I dead? Can I move? If I can move...

Cron tries to get to his feet and dives to wrestle for the shotgun with the fatty.

OOC: If not then disregard I guess :pac:

Fourier

OOC: Just to be clear about the layout, room has two entryways. The one you came from, near the stairs. And another is a green exit arch leading directly to the next room.

Nebelwerfer wrote: »

Aware of the fact the noise may have been heard, Bubby grabs the page, wipes any blood off it and puts it back into the grimoire.

Bubby looks around to see if he can hide, get out of sight, as he knows the noise will bring curious onlookers.

"Speaking of which" he thinks. "I was pretty sure Darren was behind me earlier, where is everyone".

He hears rather quickly the approach of others from upstairs. Looking around he sees in through the green arc into the next room where the double doors to the basement lie.

In the current room there is a rather large display of an extinct bear species which could easily conceal him to somebody coming from the entryway next to the stairs.

Fourier

Necro wrote: »

OOC: Am I dead? Can I move? If I can move...

Cron tries to get to his feet and dives to wrestle for the shotgun with the fatty.

OOC: If not then disregard I guess :pac:

Cron leaps up and runs for the other woman, trying to grab the shotgun.

OOC: +Tough

Fourier

Necro wrote:

Cron tries to get to his feet and dives to wrestle for the shotgun with the fatty.

Cron grabs the shotgun and manages to push it upward and back. The woman blows her own face off, but the recoil slams the butt of the gun into Cron's face, breaking his nose.

He stumbles back in pain and slips on the first woman's blood, but this causes no major harm.

Looking around, aside from the blood stained chairs and walls, he notices one door out of the current room with a padlock across it.

He hears voices following him from upstairs.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

Cron grabs the shotgun and manages to push it upward and back. The woman blows her own face off, but the recoil slams the butt of the gun into Cron's face, breaking his nose.

He stumbles back in pain and slips on the first woman's blood, but this causes no major harm.

Looking around, aside from the blood stained chairs and walls, he notices one door out of the current room with a padlock across it.

He hears voices following him from upstairs.

Cron grabs his sword, reloads the shotgun and blasts the padlock.

Fourier

The padlock leads into a chamber with blood writing on the walls in some unknown language. The walls are wet black stone.

There is nothing in the room save a drinking fountain with the form of a sickly thin woman pouring the water from a jug.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: If you wish, he does

"That's it pal"

The van stops.

The driver comes around the back and opens the doors with an amulet held up high. He's young enough, Darren would guess late teens.

Darren feels a horrible pain in his stomach, like it's burning. He stumbles a bit in the van.

"Stopping now?" the driver asks.

"That's....a woman's... Weapon!" Darren pants. Hoping teenage awkwardness will win him a vital second or two, he declares
"Feast your eyes on a man's!"
...as he whips out his lad. He'll then attempt to dive at the youth and get the amulet off him while bellowing "Feast them, boychild! Feast!"

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"That's....a woman's... Weapon!" Darren pants. Hoping teenage awkwardness will win him a vital second or two, he declares
"Feast your eyes on a man's!"
...as he whips out his lad. He'll then attempt to dive at the youth and get the amulet off him while bellowing "Feast them, boychild! Feast!"

OOC: +Charm

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

The padlock leads into a chamber with blood writing on the walls in some unknown language. The walls are wet black stone.

There is nothing in the room save a drinking fountain with the form of a sickly thin woman pouring the water from a jug.

Cron examines the fountain closely. He listens out for any company whilst doing so

Fourier

Necro wrote: »

Cron examines the fountain closely. He listens out for any company whilst doing so

OOC: +Sharp

Fourier

Necro wrote: »

Cron examines the fountain closely. He listens out for any company whilst doing so

While moving around the fountain Cron notices something on the surface, the water shifts and turns pure white, out of which a pair of black eyes stare back at him before it reverts to normal.

"Oh no!" he hears voices shout from the cafeteria behind him.

"There he is!" another shouts.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

While moving around the fountain Cron notices something on the surface, the water shifts and turns pure white, out of which a pair of black eyes stare back at him before it reverts to normal.

"Oh no!" he hears voices shout from the cafeteria behind him.

"There he is!" another shouts.

Cron jumps into the fountain.

Nebelwerfer

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Just to be clear about the layout, room has two entryways. The one you came from, near the stairs. And another is a green exit arch leading directly to the next room.


He hears rather quickly the approach of others from upstairs. Looking around he sees in through the green arc into the next room where the double doors to the basement lie.

In the current room there is a rather large display of an extinct bear species which could easily conceal him to somebody coming from the entryway next to the stairs.

Bubby looks at his hand, the key, and looks into the direction where the woman had instructed him to go earlier.

Though unsure about approaching what is beyond the door on his own, he thinks "No time like the present I suppose, here's hoping the others arent just slacking off...".

He makes his way towards the basement, taking caution in his approach.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"That's....a woman's... Weapon!" Darren pants. Hoping teenage awkwardness will win him a vital second or two, he declares
"Feast your eyes on a man's!"
...as he whips out his lad. He'll then attempt to dive at the youth and get the amulet off him while bellowing "Feast them, boychild! Feast!"

The young man gasps.

"How did this guy never do a porno?" is the last thought that passes through his mind as his eyes pass over Darren's shaft and Darren's fist passes into his face.

The boy falls backward and Darren grabs the amulet in one move. Luckily that off the book job in "Shoot (your load) to kill 7: Shoot harder" his agent had landed him had taught him to fight with his lad out and this young guy was no match for four German bodybuilders.

The keys lie about the young man's waist.

Fourier

Necro wrote: »

Cron jumps into the fountain.

He falls through the water and stumbles out onto hard rock, the sound of rushing water all around him.

He looks up, he seems to be in a cave behind a waterfall. Outside the waterfall he can see the moon. The cave itself is pitch black.

Fourier

Nebelwerfer wrote: »

Bubby looks at his hand, the key, and looks into the direction where the woman had instructed him to go earlier.

Though unsure about approaching what is beyond the door on his own, he thinks "No time like the present I suppose, here's hoping the others arent just slacking off...".

He makes his way towards the basement, taking caution in his approach.

Unlocking the doors reveals a set of stairs leading down into a room with a dim red light coming from it.

Bubby's stomach growls suddenly in hunger.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

He falls through the water and stumbles out onto hard rock, the sound of rushing water all around him.

He looks up, he seems to be in a cave behind a waterfall. Outside the waterfall he can see the moon. The cave itself is pitch black.

Cron gathers his thoughts momentarily before moving slowly towards the waterfall, testing each step forward tentatively. He slings his blade and checks how much ammo he has left for the shotgun.

Fourier

Necro wrote: »

Cron gathers his thoughts momentarily before moving slowly towards the waterfall, testing each step forward tentatively. He slings his blade and checks how much ammo he has left for the shotgun.

The shotgun has one loaded round and seven reload cartridges in the two boxes he took from the fat women.

He makes it out of the waterfall, the water being easy enough to pass through and sees he is in the middle of the forest outside of town.

Nebelwerfer

Fourier wrote: »

Unlocking the doors reveals a set of stairs leading down into a room with a dim red light coming from it.

Bubby's stomach growls suddenly in hunger.

Bubby's stomach feels its curling inside out, he feels an unnatural hunger befall him. "Foul Magic" he thinks.

Bubby attempts to tune into what lies beneath, his head starts ringing as he repeats in his head.

"Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal...".

He stretches his arms forward and feels energies ripe, like that of a dark ritual.

He intensifies his focus.

"Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... "Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... SHA'GAL..." his fists clenching in the air.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

The shotgun has one loaded round and seven reload cartridges in the two boxes he took from the fat women.

He makes it out of the waterfall, the water being easy enough to pass through and sees he is in the middle of the forest outside of town.

Cron reloads another round into the second empty barrel before making his way back towards town through the forest.

Fourier

Nebelwerfer wrote: »

"Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... "Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... Sha'gal... SHA'GAL..." his fists clenching in the air.

He descends the stairs, stopping at a set of wooden doors, carved into the face of a woman thin enough to look skeletal. The red light from the room beyond the doors shines through the woman's eyes.

Then...

"SPEAK LITTLE ONE"

The voice is too deep to be human and he is almost certain it is in his head.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

The young man gasps.

"How did this guy never do a porno?" is the last thought that passes through his mind as his eyes pass over Darren's shaft and Darren's fist passes into his face.

The boy falls backward and Darren grabs the amulet in one move. Luckily that off the book job in "Shoot (your load) to kill 7: Shoot harder" his agent had landed him had taught him to fight with his lad out and this young guy was no match for four German bodybuilders.

The keys lie about the young man's waist.

Darren tucks his dirty dozen back in and has a quick look around to see if hes near the museum or not. Taking the keys, he drags the boy into the back of the truck and puts the gag on him. If near he'll lock him in and sneak back to the museum. If not, he'll look into driving back.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Darren tucks his dirty dozen back in and has a quick look around to see if hes near the museum or not. Taking the keys, he drags the boy into the back of the truck and puts the gag on him. If near he'll lock him in and sneak back to the museum. If not, he'll look into driving back.

He sees he is near enough to be within walking distance.

Once he has dealt with the boy he heads back. As he makes his way toward it, he can clearly see the cultists running about in the lobby and shouting.

"He went through...how did we allow this!"

Fourier

Necro wrote: »

Cron reloads another round into the second empty barrel before making his way back towards town through the forest.

After a two hour walk, Cron eventually finds a road. Battered and bloody nobody will pick him up, he walks along the road for another half hour before seeing the motel ahead of him.

Nebelwerfer

Fourier wrote: »

He descends the stairs, stopping at a set of wooden doors, carved into the face of a woman thin enough to look skeletal. The red light from the room beyond the doors shines through the woman's eyes.

Then...

"SPEAK LITTLE ONE"

The voice is too deep to be human and he is almost certain it is in his head.

Bubby lowers his head slightly, to greet and show a sign of respect and returns to face the woman.

"I seek the creature called 'Sha'gal' and wish to know his intent on the earthly realm..."

Bubby takes a step closer towards the doors.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

After a two hour walk, Cron eventually finds a road. Battered and bloody nobody will pick him up, he walks along the road for another half hour before seeing the motel ahead of him.

Cron goes to his motel room to freshen up. He stops at the door (OOC: let's say on the left hand side of the door, not directly in front of it) briefly to listen for anything suspicious inside.

Fourier

Nebelwerfer wrote: »

Bubby lowers his head slightly, to greet and show a sign of respect and returns to face the woman.

"I seek the creature called 'Sha'gal' and wish to know his intent on the earthly realm..."

Bubby takes a step closer towards the doors.

"I AM SHA'GAL, LITTLE ONE OF FLESH, WHY HAVE YOU COME? A NEW ADHERENT TO THE FAITH?"