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radioactivism2013-05-26 07:37 pm
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event #3
[ It's taken the city officials a couple of weeks to clean up since the witch's mess. Most of the wreckage and bodies have been disposed of as humanely as possible but unfortunately, that doesn't really amount to much. The scent of flesh has attracted a whole host of carrion eaters—and, worse, their predators. Mutated buzzards swoop down from the sky and are stalked by larger, more formidable twisted canines and the odd bear. Arks are also present, sniffing from the sidelines and turning up at night when the defenses are down. Monsters are swarming around the barriers, picking at the garbage and digging up the graves and anyone foolish enough to step outside to chase them off is likely a meal themselves.
To deal with the outbreak they are, of course, calling upon their imported mercenaries for assistance.
First thing in the morning, everyone's communicators will be receiving an incoming voice message. Some of you might recognize the sneering female voice from a previous broadcast. Regardless, she starts the call the same way—by clearing her throat sharply, to make sure she has your attention. ]
All outsiders are to be posted at the gates to prevent the local wildlife from breaching the borders. Orsans, report to the city hall for a temporary pass into and out of the barrier. This pass will only let you back in once, so don't waste it. There is some additional ammunition available in both towns at their respective posts; speak to an official if you need some. [ A pause. ] But don't hoard it.
This is a mandatory call to arms. Participants will be compensated with supplies. Deserters... will starve. Take your pick.
[ The message ends on that riveting note.
As the outsiders gather at the posts, they'll notice a sparse amount of guards in both towns. The monsters have thinned out closest to town but, as the scouts will point out, they're thick as thieves out on the perimeter and it's only a matter of time before they rush in and overtake everything. Weapons are pushed into the hands of those that don't have any, women and children included, and they're hustled outside to do the dirty work. ]
To deal with the outbreak they are, of course, calling upon their imported mercenaries for assistance.
First thing in the morning, everyone's communicators will be receiving an incoming voice message. Some of you might recognize the sneering female voice from a previous broadcast. Regardless, she starts the call the same way—by clearing her throat sharply, to make sure she has your attention. ]
All outsiders are to be posted at the gates to prevent the local wildlife from breaching the borders. Orsans, report to the city hall for a temporary pass into and out of the barrier. This pass will only let you back in once, so don't waste it. There is some additional ammunition available in both towns at their respective posts; speak to an official if you need some. [ A pause. ] But don't hoard it.
This is a mandatory call to arms. Participants will be compensated with supplies. Deserters... will starve. Take your pick.
[ The message ends on that riveting note.
As the outsiders gather at the posts, they'll notice a sparse amount of guards in both towns. The monsters have thinned out closest to town but, as the scouts will point out, they're thick as thieves out on the perimeter and it's only a matter of time before they rush in and overtake everything. Weapons are pushed into the hands of those that don't have any, women and children included, and they're hustled outside to do the dirty work. ]
audio & action for orsa;
( but she can be found waiting outside with everyone else and a look of great trepidation on her face, a rusty sword at her side. her fingers are curled a little loosely around the handle, but someone with background in fencing might notice that the arrangement of her grip is perfect. )
action.
I'm sure they didn't mean you, too!
action.
( she's not crying just yet, but she looks like she could get there any minute. )
action.
[ glancing around, over his shoulder. nobody's really paying them any mind. they couldn't care less who they push out into this fight. he waves a hand, turning back to her. ]
Are you here alone?
audio.