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Title: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Fisherson on August 09, 2008, 12:52:00 AM
Alright heres the Characters
 New Character added to the cast.

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Davis Dent
Rasta Johnson
Daniel Cross
Rint Knight
Izekiel black
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The plot thus far


men look at that Volkswagon van i all ways loved to get my hand on one
god they goes my laptop not more emails from GTC
what this van for sell it looks like this one men it is
yo bro are you selling you van
i got some thing's in the back of my jeep
may be we can trade
what do you say to that ?
Davis:"Deepends on what you got I'm looking for a book
called Star Saga:Dark Fleet and any other Sci-fi  novels you might have.I also
need a Raido attena,as my freind can fix up my truck to transmit back home when i'm
out on the Dry Seas(I'll post a map of the area soon)."
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: A Forgotten Legend on August 09, 2008, 01:04:01 AM
Daniel looked out the two men outside the store.  He had never seen anyone driving a vehicle into town before.  In reality, he wasn't sure he had ever seen a vehicle that wasn't so run down it wouldn't start, except for the Dent's truck, but that thing is ancient.  He had be told of a time when cars were abundant and people drove everywhere.  Now though, you can only get diesel fuel, and actually getting it is rare.  The town only keeps a minimum supply.
"I wonder what they're talking about?" he says intrigued.
'...and only two more hours, and I'm off.' he thinks to himself. 'Maybe they'll still be there when my shift is over?' He hoped that he could possibly catch part of their conversation as he left the store. It was a Monday, so he only had to work until four in the afternoon.  Tomorrow he would close at seven.  'The joys of a job, yeah right.'  Just then, he realized he could just ask Davis.  Wow, he had completely forgotten it was Davis out there with him.  Where is Davis in the evening? Hm...
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Fisherson on August 09, 2008, 01:31:59 AM
Davis looked though all the junk on the spread out cloth Rasta had placed them on.
His eyes lingered on a book with no title 'Thats weird. He thought.' "Whats this David said holding the
worn book up to Rasta's eyes. "I don't know,I found it in a shop on Eastside.The merchant who sold
it to me said it would be helpfull. "*Rasta laughed*"It's writen in a forign languge I don't understand.
You wan't it?"Rasta said eagerly. "Sure,why not?I know someone who might be able to read it."
Davis looks out the corner of his eye and sees a famillar face."Alright he says i'll take the Radio,
the books,some of those jelly beans and that Scarf. "Deal?"Said Davis.
Rasta considers and finialy agrees to the terms. Affter giving Rasta the keys and some fuzy dice for
the van. "Have fun,drive safe and if you need any help just give my frequecy a click,okay?"
Said Davis already walking toward his old freind:Daneil Cross. "Hello,Daneil! You still have my
book?"
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: A Forgotten Legend on August 09, 2008, 04:17:40 PM
Davis had just yelled to him.  Hopefully, he still remembered where this book was...  was it in his bag?  Maybe he had it under the counter... here it is!  It was right under the counter.
"Yeah, I have it.  Do you need it back right now?  I haven't finished it..." Daniel said. Though, in reality, he had already finished the book and was making a second run through.  It was quite interesting, and he hoped that everything would make even more sense the second time through.
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: lonewolf on August 09, 2008, 05:29:38 PM
Rasta johnson dirves out side Davis work shop
i have to get him on the C.B Radio
1= 9  1= 9 for a copy do you read me good budy
over ?
if you can read me Davis can you see me some time
i know what that books is you got of me
if you open it keep the cd for me
you can see what's on it on my laptop
men i need to wind the laptop up
this one hell of a laptop but the only
thing is you have to keep on winding it up
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Fisherson on August 10, 2008, 03:19:06 AM
Davis wacthed as his old freind dug though his back pack.'He never finishs any of the books

I give him. What does he do
when he's not at work?' "No I don't need it back yet.You can keep it another couple of weeks

if you need to." Said Davis rolling his eyes. "Where have you been? You missed my latest

unvailing."Said Davis in a fake depressed tone. 'Oh yeah, I forgot Davis makes
model and minitures from the metal he finds.' "Was it big?" Said Daniel eagrly. "Huge! It's

a least eight meters arcross!" Said Davis
in a excited voice. Daniel finialy made it to where his freind was standing. Davis was

dressed in his usual denium Jack and Jeans
with a handker cheif hanging around his neck and a pair of thick gogles straped to his head.

He envied Davis. Davis always jot to
go on adventures and see new things, just once he'd like to go out on a scavange with Davis.

Anything to get away from the store.
As if sensing his thoughts Davis said:"You know i'm going back out tomorow. If you wan't to

come with me, i have an extra gas mask
and some gear. You in?"

                                   

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                         Dent Residence

                                 

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Jane Tomas, Long time friend to Davis, and family freind to the Dents, sat staring Davis'

many sculptures and models
on the shelves there were small figurines of coper,crome and bronze of the various charaters

of the books Davis love and read.
On the ceiling there where Star Ship replicas that where made from light materials like tin

and aluminium. Some of them large as small dogs others so big Davis had to suspend them with

large chains which he forged himself. She always loved to look at
things Davis made. 'He is so talented, how'd he ever wind up a Scraper? Scrapers where

pepole who would venture out into the dessert to find materials for the town and for junk

shops they owned and ran by themselves. She wished she could tell Davis how
she felt about his work. Whenever she was around him she felt happy and complety at peace,

but he never noticed. He was oblivious
to her presence. 'Maybe if I were a peice of lifeless iron he'd pay attension to me.' She

thought sadly.Just then Davis come in the door with another boy. He was a teenager, about

seventeen years old with tanned skin,light brown hair and bule almost almond shaped eyes.
Just as Davis walked in the  radio blared to life and a deep voice boomed out:
"1= 9  1= 9 for a copy do you read me good budy
over ?"
"if you can read me Davis can you see me some time
i know what that books is you got of me
if you open it keep the cd for me
you can see what's on it on my laptop
men i need to wind the laptop up
this one hell of a laptop but the only
thing is you have to keep on winding it up, over"

Davis pick up the the mike and spoke into it.
"Hey, Rasta! Yeah i still got the book I havn't realy opened it yet.
What's a CD? Never heard of one of those, over."
While Davis was fooling around with the radio, Daneil was looking at the strange book
Davis had left on a empty work table. It was a ragged looking leather book with no title.
'Well thats not ture. Look there's some letters on the right hand side.' Daniel took a
closer look at the book. Indeed there where some words on it but they wren't in english.
They looked like..'That can't be right.' Thought Daniel as he looked at the All Seeing Eye
of the eygptian sun god Ra.
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: lonewolf on August 10, 2008, 03:15:44 PM
roger that a cd is what we used to put information on
may be it got some thing on it
let me how where you  are
we can then see what on the cd
did you find what was on in that book
by the way i come a cross a old air port
may be you can find some scrap you can use
over
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Fisherson on August 10, 2008, 07:09:44 PM
Just beffore Daneil could tell Davis about what he found, the radio blared again.
It was the man called Rasta he telling Davis about an Airport. Davis seemed to get excited about that.
"Hey, Daneil do you think you're parents will mind you going out to the Sand Trap? It's not far and i'll need
some one to drive the extra vehice. You can drive right?"
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: lonewolf on August 10, 2008, 07:29:26 PM
davis i think i going mad out in this sun
my mask it is geting hot
get a move on over  here  if you  do come get some one to help
you  need help to move the scarp as there money to be made
i for got to say to you  i seen a cow ?
funny that i am going to find out where it came from
or is it me going mad im talking to my self deepppppppppppp
C.B cut''s off ?
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Red Fox on August 10, 2008, 09:34:56 PM
Rint walked across the wasteland sweating inside his gas mask. It sure got hot inside them. He didn't really need to have it on especially not when he was just a couple of kilometers away from Ravenne. But sometimes it happened he would get to carried away while tracking and accidentally walk into The blight, a dirty zone a couple of miles away from the town. There is no game inside the The blight only death. Madness and diseases awaited you in there so Rint always used his gas mask. Better safe then sorry.
Slung over Rint's shoulder was the pelt of a wolf. Animals is rare in the wasteland except snakes and bugs but sometime it would happened that a pack of wolves would cross it crazed by hunger wich made them even more dangerous. They wouldn't think twice of attacking and eat a human if they came across one. Rint had been tracking this one since yesterday afternoon only to find it dead. It's meat had spoiled but the fur was still good and would be able to bartered for something real nice. Usually Rint only traded snake skin and meat and wouldn't get much from it.

"Home sweet home." Rint thought as he walked on the road leading in to Ravenne.
"Hey you there!" It's one of the city guards. Their job is simple, keep out the raiders and bandits and those who look like they gone insane from the dirty zones. "Come over Here!"
As Rint got closer he saw that is was Varr. "Varr is that you? Long time no see."
"Knight! it's been to lo... My god! whats that beast you got over shoulder?"
"Hahaha, easy Varr it's just a wolf. I've tracked it since yesterday. Unfourtanely it was dead when I got to it. Meat spoiled but the fur was still good."
"Wolf. I've heard stories about them. Maneaters. They say you can hear their mighty howl echo across the wasteland at night. I don't get you Knight you go out there by your own will. No, safer to be a guard."
"Hahaha Varr it's so beautiful out there. One of these days your coming with me."
"Never! Your not getting me one meter outside the city limits I tell you that."
"We'll see. I have to go Varr. Going to see Lucky Five and see what he gives me for this fur."
"Right, bye Knight."



OOC: Someone should make maps over the town and the surrounding areas.
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: A Forgotten Legend on August 10, 2008, 10:34:43 PM
"Me?  You're kidding right?  You've pretty much got the only vehicle in town!" he said, although, driving seems like it would be fun.  Did he remember how to get to the Sand Trap?  He thought it was on the east side of town, outside the borders... but, he still had work to do.  If he left, he could get in major trouble, and possibly be fired.  Choices... why in the hell were choices invented.  He sighed.  I must stay here, I can catch up after work.

"Sorry, I can't right now, I have to work.  I might be able to catch up..." he stopped, the tattered book caught his eye again.  What is that book?  He turned and headed back to work.  Four o'clock... only until four o'clock...
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Fisherson on August 11, 2008, 02:49:04 AM
"Hey, Rasta. Rasta?" "Oh boy, well I better get out there beffore he becomes Buzard food."
Davis headed out the door and got in the truck starting up the powerfull V8 engine.
'Well at least she's in good shape.' Thougt Davis as he put the truck into gear and
speed out the gate. As Davis glanced out the window he Saw a big man with short almost white blonde hair that he didn't reconginze. "Wonder who he is. Ah, got enough problems without
worring about strangers and their buisness. He finish talking to the gaurd and speed
away heading east aross the Dune Maze towards the Sand Trap.


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                                     The Sand Trap  25 miles away from Ravnne
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Davis' old dusty truck speed though the dessert at a steady sixty mile per hour pace kicking up dust. He was currently in the Sand Trap. a huge strech of sand that extended for 180 miles for as far as the eye could see.The air was so hot that it created miraiges, ilussions that wern't real but seemed real. It was aslo the home of Wolves Spiders and other dangerous dessert animals. He could see Rasta's new blue van in a thick forrest of..forrest?? Thought Davis widly. 'Theres no forrests in the Wastes.' But there it was a medium sized group of trees. Which was more trees than Davis ever saw in his entire life. "I wonder where I am?"
Said Davis parking the Truck a litte away from the trees, he had heard the rumors of
Miriages, ilussions that tricked unwary travelers to a step fall of a unseen cayon or
pit. Just as Davis was Gathering his thoughts he heard somthing beheind him. He spun and
pulled his gun of his belt and met the eyes of a man wearing only a pair of overalls
and a tank top. He had in his calased hands a large shotgun. "Don't move! Put that gun
on the ground, or i'll blast you!" Davis didn't like his odds. He could fire a few rounds
from his gun beffore the ohter guy, but they would inflict minor damage. If the man with
the shotgun hit him even once, Davis would be killed. "I surender, don't shot me!" Davis
said in a shaky voice. He set the gun down on the ground. and add his spear to it.
The older man smilled. Now Davis could make out his features. He was in his late fourties
with short gray brown hair and a large build. 'To big to take on hand to hand but maybe if Davis could disstract him,he could get that big gun away from him." Thought Davis already
trying to figure out how to esscape from the big man. "Come on, i'll take you to your freind." Said the older man.
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Red Fox on August 11, 2008, 11:17:57 AM
Lucky was sitting behind his desk in his shop, if it can be called that. It's a shack build from what he could find, a hood from a car there, a car door here, some old bricks there and so on. But then again this is how most of the houses is build in the town. The only modern building in the town is the gas station in the center.
Lucky Five is a trader his shack is filled with various junk people traded with him.
"Rint, Rint my ol' mate. What beast of the waste have you slain for me today?"
"Hey Lucky." Rint said as he put down the wolf pelt on the desk infront Lucky. "I wouldn't exactly call it slaying but I got you this wolf pelt."
"Aahhh, a wolf. Fearsome beasts they are. And rare too. I will have use for this, what do you wish for it?"
"I really don't have anything in mind. What do you offer?"
"Well let's see." Lucky got up from his chair behind the desk and started searching through all the junk he got stocked up in the shack. From boxes to shelves he went. "Aaaah, I think I found what the knight of the waste needs." He turned around holding a hunting rifle in one hand and some bullets in the other. "What do you say Rint? Is it worth a trade?"
"A rifle!? My father used to hunt with those in the early days. Before the bombs. But no, I stick with my bow. Sure it might make hunting easier but when I run out of bullets it will be a real bitch to find new ones. I think I just take some credits for it Lucky."
"Hmmm as you wish." Lucky put the rifle and bullets back on the shelve and returned to his desk. "I give you 300 for it. Deal?"
"Deal."
" By the way Rint have you seen that kid David or Davis something like that anyway. I saw him drive away into the waste in that old truck of his. It's strange... I wonder where he gets the fuel for it."
"Hahaha, Lucky your just jealous."
"So it might be. So it might be."
"Well, I'm going to the bar to spend my newly earned creds. See you later Lucky."
"Aye, good hunting knight of the waste."
"... Stop calling me that."
 
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Fisherson on August 11, 2008, 09:01:37 PM
The older man lead Davis though the trees. 'Trees. They were real.' Thought Davis in wonder. He had heard of
trees but never actauly seen them. Other than Cacti and some orchids, nothing could grow out in the Wastes.
 Nothing Davis knew of. Yet there was a lush layer of grass on the ground and even flowers. As he marveled
at the forest his captor led him to a clearing. There were fences and cages scattered everywhere. They contained Chickens,Goats and , in the fenced in part , cows. Cows?! Now those were rare. He knew a person who kept cows in town, but they were only a few theese were many. There were at least ten. More than
Ravvene had for sure. Who was this man. "Who are you, old timer?" Said Davis. The older man just pionted the
gun towards a shed and said "You're freind's in there." Davis called out to Rasta "You ok,Rasta?"
"Yeah , i'm ok. You?" Said Rasta. "Been better." Awnsered Davis. He looked at the old man "Now,that you know
i'm not a bandit how about we talk?" The old man seemed a bit unerved by Davis' reply. As if he excpected
him to be a theif, come to ro and kill him. "You can start by telling me where your from. Then how you got
them cars." He said. Davis explaned thier story it was almost noon and the sun was going down.
"There, now you know all about us how about you? Who are you and what is this place." said Davis.
The old man sighed and pulled somthing from around his neck. He handed it to Davis. Davis held it up to
his face examining it closely. Rasta come to stand beside Davis looking at the silverly symbol they both
reconized: The Folded leaf of the E.R.A. "You're ERA?but they were wipped out." Said Rasta.
Allow to awnser your next question. Come with me he said steping around the corner of his sunk in house.
Davis and Rasta looked at each other skepticly. " What choice do we have said Davis following the older
man around the corner. Rasta sighed and followed casting a look back to where his vechicle was siting
glinting in the sun.
                                      
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                                                         Meanwhile in Ravvene
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The gaurd,Karr was wacthing the sun set on the dunes of the Dry Seas when he saw a white form moving towards Ravvene. He took out his telescope and brought to his eyes. What he saw was a man, shrouded in a flowing white robe. He was african american, with a shaven head and piercing blue eyes. The man was not alone
There where to shapes coming over the dunes as well. The smaller shapes looked like children. their faces
covered by bandanas tied around their faces. He tought they might be bandits, but no bandit whould dare to
come within a hundred miles of the city. The man and two small assitants come up and he said in very warm and freindly voice, "Greetings, my freinds! My name is Ardor and these are my two assitants Set and Sheba!"
Noticing the man's curious expresion he added "The traveling Trio. Your mayor sent for us?"
"Oh, your travellers." He said releaved that he didn't have to shoot them. "Please, go right on in."
The huge gates opened in a wide yawn. The black man smilled and said. "Thank you, sir. One more of
fellows will be here soon, he is driving a treaded vehicle. It is nescesary for our act. You will let him pass."
The last word was said as a comand rather than question but Karr didn't notice anything but the small gold coin
that had suddenly taken up all of his attension span. "Yeah, sure just go in." Karr said in a very stupifeyed voice.
"Thank you, my freind! you have been most generous." He then motioined for his two smaller asisstants
to come forward. And they left a very confused Karr outside wondering what had transpired since he last
saw the sun seting.
The Trio moved at clam pace towards the shack of the man called Lucky Five. The man in white smilled to
himself thinking: 'At last, Eden will be mine.'
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: lonewolf on August 11, 2008, 10:26:54 PM
Rasta looks at Davis
thanks from coming all this way
i will not for get this
they then look at this men
Rasta then lowers his voice i think he is a framer
you may be ask what the hell i am doing out this far
as you know i am been looking for new trees the GTC
had some old maps of old conseration site
you may be ask what tree's are  they  call pineapples
It is easy to grow pineapples in your own backyard. Here is how:

Get your favorite pineapple from the shop. Cut or twist off the crown from the top of the fruit and set aside. Eat the rest of the fruit as you normally would.

Allow the bottom of the crown to dry out for a day or two.

Plant in sandy well-drained soil.

Water weekly. Pineapples, like most Bromeliads, prefer water in their vase-like tops.

Once the young plant is established, pour a cupful of well balanced diluted water soluble liquid fertilizer into the top of the plant Monthly. Avoid getting dirt or sand  into the buds at the top of the plant as it may kill it.

Common Name:  Pineapple

Botanical Name:  Ananas Comosus

Family:  Bromeliaceae

Plant Type:  Vase-like Bromeliad

Origin: Tropical America

Zones: 9 - 11 (Suffers damage at 32°, Freezes at 28° F)

Height:  4'  (Spreading to 6' in width)

Rate of Growth: Medium

Salt Tolerance: Fair
Soil Requirements:  Well drained, sand is fine, pineapple plants take in more nutrients through their vase-like tops than they do through their roots.

Water Requirements: Water freely, less water in winter

Nutritional Requirements: Balanced diluted liquid fertilizer monthly

Light Requirements: Full Sun

Form:  Short, stiff herbaceous

Leaves:  4' or longer and often spiny

Flowers:  Purple to pink-red on a stalk, blooms during late Winter to early Spring

Fruits: Compound and fleshy -- usually yellow when ripe

Pests:  Mealybugs, Red Spiders and Nematodes

Uses:  Fruit

Propagation: Cuttings -- Crown (produces small fruit, but the best to start your pineapple plantation with), Slips (growths from above or below the fruit on an established plant), Suckers (or ratoons that come from the stem below the plant underground)

General Information: Fruiting season -- all year depending on age of plant and where grown in state -- usually after 15 to 23 months when planted from crown. From bloom the fruit is usually ready to harvest after 5 to 7 months or fruit is mostly yellow.

i can go on all day talking i love my trees  but why is he growing then out here ?
and were is he get the liquid fertilizer
i think we need to ask him Davis
any why has he got all the animals ?
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Fisherson on August 12, 2008, 01:25:06 AM
The older man heard the two talking. "I'm not going to hurt you." said the older man. Davis said in a mocking
tone "Yeah , well , maybe i'd believe you if you'd put down the gun." The older man smilled. "Sure, why not?"
He said unloading the gun and tossing the rifle on the ground. Davis and Rasta looked at each other with
wide eyes at the older man's courage. " Ha ha, I can still beat young punks like you down anyday of the week! Ha ha!" sai the older man laughing. He turned around and said, "You can call me Dale." said Dale.
Davis was the first to speak. "What are you doing out here, and furthermore how'd you get all these animals
and trees?" Dale looked at them long and hard beffore he said, "Perhaps, you've heard of the E.R.A.?"
Both Davis and Rasta noded in unision. "Well, I was a researcher at the E.R.A. . I studied mosty Plants and
Animals. I was also in change of a goverment founded project. But beffore I tell you more, i'd like your help.
What do you say?" Said the Farmer. "What do you need done" Said Rasta. Aobut a mile or so away from here
there is an old airport. There are some old airplanes that don't fly anymore. I need you to bring me these
materials" Dale said handing Rasta a sheet of paper with a names and drawings on it. Davis looked at them but
couldn't make out what they all ment. "You get me those and i'll let you go back to your town, do we have a deal?" Said Dale offering his hand to Davis. Davis looked skepitcal, but shook his hand and said "Deal. We get you these parts you let us ride our cars out there, and don't follow us. The old man considered the preposal.
Fine but you go without your gun and he can't his computer, that sound good?" Dale said with a smile.
Davis was furious he couldn't lose that gun. His brother gave it to him on his eighteenth birthday. It was a
precious to him as his own brother, but beffore he could say anything , Rasta said "Deal! Let's go, Davis." He said guiding Davis towards the way they came. Back to Davis' truck and Rasta's van


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                                                       Lucky Five's Junk shop
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Lucky was putting the wolf that Knight had traded him in the freezer in  the back till morning
when he could tan it. He felt a breeze. It got cold in the wastes at night, very cold. As he turned around
he felt uneasy. He unholstered his pistol. an old Colt. Finding bullets was hard, but he still had a full chamber
of em' for any theif who thought he could steal from Lucky Five. He was about point his pistol at the corner where he thought he saw movement a moment ago when he felt some one put a dagger to groin.
"Don't move! Or i'll cut your loins off." The speaker sounded female almost like a child. speaking in a high picthed squeky voice. He knew who had him literaly by the balls. Tala Mandorn. She was short even for a Dwarf or midget which ever you peffered. She had Red hair and sparkling green eyes. She was indeed beutiyful, even
he thought for a Dwarf. She balrey stood at three feet tall, but she was deadly. 'Where's the other one?' He thought searching the room. Ah, there he was hiding in the shadows with his cross bow already strung.
"I see the pupets,but where is pupeteer?" Said Lucky loud enough to be heard,but not to loud since Tala
still had her dagger pointed at his groin. He saw a man dressed in soid white step
out of the shadows. "I see you and Tala are becoming reaquinted with one another." Said Ardor.
Lucky rembered Tala now, oh yes she was only fourteen when he tought her the tricks of the trade.
By which he ment Raiding. Lucky had been a Raider in younger days. Him Ardor Tala and Seth. A fierce man, and a theif he had been the scourge of the wastes.but he got tired and old,His bones got brittle and eventualy he deccied it was time to quit. But a man who called himself Ardor the Miriage, couldn't allow that. Because Lucky knew about the "Map to Avashara", a place where the the Waste lands ended and green grass and clean water flowed on and on for miles. Ardor sent Tala and Seth to Track him. Lucky manage to evade the for thirty
years, but it seemed his luck had ran out. Ardor pulled out a coin on a string. Lucky reconized the coin and
would have a tried to escape if not for Tala and her nasy litte dagger. "Now then,let us disscus the location of
the book." Ardor spoke and he spun the coin slowly and and said somthing words in a slow steady voice. Ofcourse Lucky treid to reisist the hypnotism, but by the time he realized what was going on, he was already under Ardor's power. "Now let us disscus the location of the map." He said  said the golden coin spining, weaving
its magic..




Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Red Fox on August 12, 2008, 01:43:10 PM
Rint was sitting in the bar trying to finish his first pint of beer but sometimes even the simplest things are the hardest. The bar had turned into a battlefield. It all had begun after two of the local drunks had started fighting. Noa, better known as Hard Balls had tried to stop the fight and seemed to be successful untill one of the drunks hit him over the head with a bottle. The bottle exploded in a shower of glass but Noa stod there uneffected. They call him Hard Balls for a reason. Blood had started it's journey down his bald head when he turned and punched the drunk right in the face. That had been all it took, other joined the fight and soon everyone who wanted to fight was fighting and thoes who didn't want to be a part of it had fleed the bar. Rint looked at the scene before him and decided that it was time for him to flee too.
He got up from his chair and headed for the door. Rint was halfway to the door when one of the fighters headed straight for him with a broken bottle in his hand. He looked to be in the mid fifty, grey haired and had a nasty cut on his forehead. He was just about to strike when Rint jumped to the right. The man stumble by him suprised and fell to the floor. Rint was fast, these drunk were slow.
Rint reached the door and went out to the calmness of the night.

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                                                       Lucky Five's Junk shop
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Ardor had got what he needed. The location of the map, now it was just a matter of getting to it before anyone else did. But that shouldn't be a problem it has after all laid hidden for a long time and Lucky had always been good at hiding stuff. He looked up at the his old friend still in a trance from the hypnosis, he should kill him but after all they had been through in their young days made it so much harder. People used to tremor in fear when they heard the tales about them and crawl in the dust praying for mercy like if they prayed to gods when they saw them. The feeling had been overpowering. Oh how he missed the old days.
Ardor looked at his friend again whom was slowly swaying back and forth. He sighed.
"You know Lucky, your lucky." Ardor said. "I'm not going to kill you. I should. But I won't just for the old days. No you see instead your going to go to sleep and when you wake up you'll forgoten all about us. You understand?"
Lucky let out a mumbling sound and nodded.
"Good, then go to sleep now."
After the last word was spoken by Ardor Lucky collapsed to the floor fast asleep.
"And out of the ground made the lord god to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food..."
Ardor looked down at his sleeping friend and sighed.
"I wish you could come with us old friend."

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                                                       Streets of Ravvene
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Rint walked through the town on his way home when he saw a man in a white robe leaving Lucky's shop closely followed of what looked like two children. Strange, Lucky shouldn't be open now he thought and decided to check it out.


Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: lonewolf on August 13, 2008, 09:14:55 AM
Davis befor we go any where you need this filter suit

a filter suit

the filter this some think that keeps the water clean
you need the purifier so that your sweat can be made in to drinking water
it  then converts all that sweat in a pipe to the purifying pumps cleans it all in to the drinking water then the water goes in to
a small pipe to your mouth so you can drink the water when you need a drink

have you got the radio frequency yet if we get lost along the way i can call you on the CB Radio
to find out where you are by the way i got a gun for the old time is not the good he did not look in my van to good
under my seat i hide my weapons but you will be the only one that knows so lets keep it that way
let roll and get to this air port befor the old time come's to find use
me looks like he can get mad at any time

Davis calls over is Fquency number: 96.975
Chanell: 22
 you got to get a move on we dont have a lot of time

Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: A Forgotten Legend on August 13, 2008, 06:11:21 PM
"Yes!" Daniel says while looking at the clock.  '4 o'clock!  I can get out of here!' he though as a man walked past the shop.  He had been jumping around, so if the man had been looking, he would have been very embarrassed.  As he left, he decided that he would go to Davis's house and see if he had come home yet.  If so, then he'd go home himself.  If not, then he'd most likely be asked to look for him or something. Sighing, he leaves the store.  'See you tomorrow'.
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Red Fox on August 14, 2008, 01:00:37 PM
"Lucky?"
Rint was standing in the doorway to Lucky's shop. The room looked like it always had, filled from floor to roof with various junk. There was the skull of some animal Rint had never seen before (Lucky had said it was called a lion), clothes made of steel was mounted on a wall and everything else from car tires to bottles filled with dust. Lucky had it all. The only thing that was off with the room was that Lucky was lying in the middle of it.
"He's breathing, atleast that indicates he's alive." Rint thought as he moved closer.
As Rint got closer he saw that Lucky was just sleeping. What the hell had those people done in here? And why the hell is he sleeping in the middle of the floor? Rint kicked his friend gently in the side to wake him up and it helped with a grunt Lucky woke up.
"Rint, is that you? What are you doing here?" He asked.
"First things first, why are you sleeping on the floor? With all this junk I would have thought you owned a bed."
"Floor?" He looked around "I don't know... the last thing I remember was that I put the wolf you gave me in the freezer."
"Then what was thoes people doing here?"
"What? There been no one here."
"Yeah, I saw them walk out. A man dressed in a white robe and two children."
"What!?"
Lucky looked scared and shocked.
"What? You know them?" Rint asked.
"No"
Lucky never had a good pokerface. It was clear that he was lying.
"Say, knight of the waste could you get me a bottle of water. My mouth is drier then the waste outside my door. It's in the other room." Lucky said.
"Uhh... sure. Hang tight, I'll be back soon."

"It couldn't be. A man dressed in a white robe. Ardor used to wear a white robe. No, it couldn't be, I been so careful. I had not left a trail, I had made sure of it." Lucky thought as he got up from the floor. He was dizzy. "Dizzy? Dizzy and dried mouth thats common side effects from Ardor's hypnosis or maybe I just stood up to fast. No, if there is even a remotly chance that Ardor had been here I should go and check on the map." Rint had left the room now and Lucky was alone. "Children... children that must have been the dwarfs. There is no question about it. It must be Ardor." Lucky got his gun and headed out in the cold night of the wasteland.

"Hey, Lucky I can't find any bottle of wate..." Rint stopped mid-sentence. Lucky was gone.
"Damn it." he said to hismelf and headed out in hope of finding him.
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Fisherson on August 14, 2008, 07:25:04 PM
Lucky walked thought the night moving carfully in the dark, after all, even Ravvene had thugs and punks who
would mug pepole. 'Just like me..when I was young..' How'd he ever get cought up in all of this and why did
Ardor need his map? 'He wants Eden, but why? He only ever uses nyone or anything to get what he wants. What could a old con artist like him want with the map to Eden?' The more he thought about it the more it made
no sense. "Unless..!" 'No, he couldn't be that foolish, he'd never destroy Eden, even if it ment he couldn't rule the Wastes.' As Lucky thought his jouney brought him to a makeshift stable made from old peices of metal.
He whistled lightly and a horse came to his voice. "Good boy, Bolt." Said Lucky to his most trusted friend, the horse that helped him esscape form Ardor and goons once beffore. He gave the horse a small snack of a Snickers bar that he'd traded Rasta Johnson for the Book. 'The book..' He thought rembering its importance. He couldn't let the book fall into Ardor's hands. If he had both the book and the Map, he could find his way to Eden.
Ofcourse Lucky was smart, he'd torn  the map up and scattered the pieces keeping one for himself just in case.
"I had to hide in the blasted dessert too, didn't I? Lucky grumbled as he mounted the horse and dirricted it to the South Gate where Karr stood staring at the aproaching dot on the horizon. Lucky tried to get his attension,
but the man starred ahead as if in a dream. 'What is he starring at?' Thought Lucky. He squinted against the sky and saw a grayish blob moving over the dunes."What in the name of the..?" He didn't have time to check it out.
He took one last look at Ravvene and then Lucky and his horse Bolt glapped away into the early morning.

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                                                      Rasta's home
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Ardor aproached the small, one story apatment of the man on the bill of sales list.That Ardor had confiscated from Luck's regeister. He looked at the name, Rasta Johnson. Whoever this man was, he was not important to Ardor's quest to find the map to Eden, but it had been
sold to the unsuspecting man in the form of a book. Ardor had not been able to make lucky say much, just that the book held the key to finding Eden and he hid the map there. Tala
sufveyed the surounding area there was nobody on the streets tonight. She didn't like the silence. It was always silent just beffore her father would beat her and her brother,Seth.
That was when she was just a teenager now at 27 years old it seemed so long ago since LUcky
and Ardor had saved her from her abuisve father. They had come to Veranda to buy fuel for their car. The day her life changed forever. Just as she was coming back to the pressent, hse saw a young man bounding down the street towards a smithing shop. She thought he looked
a bit skiny, but slightly atractive. He looked her way. 'Damn, now I won't find out his name ." She sighed and pulled out a crossbow frow under her cloak where it was concealed there aiaming for his head. She tightened her grip on the triggerand let lose the arrow. It speed towards it's tagert and Daniel saw it at the very last moment beffore he jerked oout of the way. She cursed auidbly. Ardor noticed the boy running holding his ear with his left hand running down the streets. He did not look worried, he simply noded to Tala, and she took of affter him. Seth made as if to follow, but Ardor held his hand up and Seth stoped in his tracks. "Find the book,Tala can tek care of herself." Ardor said in a firm and comanding voice.
Seth said nothing and turned to the door, already the tools were in his hands. Lock picks and other such instriments. Ardor contiuned to look down the street where Tala had disapeared his mind troubled. Tala was a ruthless killer she never missed a shot, she had
killed many time beffore and thus she was a usefull tool. 'If she becomes useless,I may have to get rid of her. Ardor contiuned to look down the street troubled while Seth worked both quickly and silently. Ardor smilled 'Well if she becomes weak I always have Seth.
Finialy Seth broke the lock. Ardor entered first scanning the area beffore saying in a low voice, "Find the book. Doris well be here soon with our ridea and we will need to make a quick esscape. Seth nodded unable to repond. He had sufered some horrible truma when he was young and could not speak. He was a Mute. He made up for this with unquestioning loyalty to
Ardor and, unkown to the man form Eygpt, his sister. As he was putting away his tools, a young woman came out into the hall way, upon seeing Ardor and Seth she made as if to yell
out a nearby window. Ardor made a smooth motion wiht hand and pulled out his infamous coin.
Beffore she could open mouth,he was already speaking his soothing words in his deep dark voice. He wallked over to the his hypnotized victim. He spoke calmly to the woman, "Where is the reisidence of Rasta Johnson?" He said using a smooth even tone. "191, the first one on the right." She said. "Thank you." He reached in his robes drawing a small dagger. "But he's not here, he went to trade with the Metal smith Davis Dent." She said recalling the the event from this morning. After Seth ransacked the place for a good while. Ardor spoke, "The book is not here, he must have traded it to this Davis person. Come, we leave. The man in white and the shadow beheind him left the apartment and took to the streets, looking for metal smith's shop.
                    
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                                                             Davis and Rasta
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 Davis gave Rasta his radio frequency then, affter they had calibrated the frequency to the right chanell, they set off across the sand towards the Vents. The Vents were cracks Earth's surface that shot heat up trough
the fissures thus earning it the name the vents. Davis had never been out this way beffore, no sane humman had. The Vents shot hot gas and fumes thirty feet in air and the super heated gas was at least half as hot as magma. The Vents only fumed once every two hours. This the man named Dale had told them. Davis didn't trust
the man. He didn't seem right in the head, not to mention the fact he was a former meber of ERA. They speed
on though the early morning, the sun had only risin an hour ago and it was still cold so both men had their windows up talking very little. The van speed on though the aproaching daylight leaving a small trail of dust.
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Red Fox on August 15, 2008, 07:56:28 PM
Rint was walking through the town. He had lost track of Lucky and now was just aimlessly walking around. Who had those people been? Why had Lucky rushed out of the house after he heard about them? He usually walked around when he needed to think and come up with answers but this time nothing came. Things had gotten strange lately.
A handful of people dressed in black robes walked towards him. Weepers, a fanatic cult who wanders the waste. They say they weep for the death of the world and wears black robes and a white ceramic mask with a red stripe painted from the bottom of each eye all the way down to the end of the mask over their faces. They are dangerous and violent and most of all they are not allowed in the town. Something most be serious wrong at the gate if they are here.
Rint stopped as each one of them passed by him, looking at him with empty eyes. He counted them as they passed him by. One, two, three ... six, seven, eight. Eight in total. The last one was holding a dagger covered in blood. Damn, damn, damn.
Rint followed the path they had come from and soon reached a girl. She was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. Her cloth was torn and her throat slit.
"Oh god, looks like all hell is breaking lose tonight." he said to himself.
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Fisherson on August 19, 2008, 12:14:54 AM

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                                                          Davis and Rasta
                                                               the Vents
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Rasta sat at the wheel of the old Volkswagon driving at a steady 60 mile and hour pace across the desert sand that was quickly becoming drier and drier. The heat was nearly unbearable and both men stank form the sweat.
Davis stared fixedly ahead at the great eruption of steam and volcanic gass that shot mile into the air. They were here. "Stop the car." He said his voice was parched from thirst. He eyed his canteen on his hip. 'No, we're going to need to save it. It's a long journey across the vents. Rasta looked at him as though he had gone mad.
"What? We can not leave the van, we need it to cross!" Said Rasta. Davis just shook his head. They couldn't cross the "cracks" in the surface. Each one was at least eight meters across. He explained this to Rasta and the other man sighed stoping the car at the edge of one of the enormus fissures. They got out and began to uload the nececary gear they needed to cross the Vents. They unpacke a raged and pathed tent, a lantern that Rasta had bought the last time he was in Ravvene's shoping district. He remebered all the merchants with thier tent toped booths and the hundreds of pepole  who would come form all around the Wastes to view the wares of the
various mechants. Right now he missed it all very much. They began their trek across the the Vents..

                                           
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: lonewolf on August 21, 2008, 12:01:06 AM
Rasta look's at Davis by saying it's hot out here how long  have to we got to walk in this heat
steam volcanic gass ?
then in a loud voice Davis did you hear there was trian's in the old day's that worked with steam
by water that was hot then it made the steam
hot water now that will be good i dont know how long i have seen hot water
may be it help me as  i am sweating like a pig  know im thinking of food
this heat makes you think of some mad thing's
we need to find some rock's and some wood for a fire
if we going to camp out in this desert
it look's like we be out here for a day or two
may be longer
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Darrellito on August 21, 2008, 01:46:49 AM
Zek drug the metal sheet behind him as a crack on the ground exhaled a hot blast of steam. The steam fast heated the metal, causing Zek to drop it to the ground. Zek cursed at the ground, holding his red hand against himself. He'd been out here for a while, and couldn't wait to escape the heat. Zek took a handkerchief from his pocket and grabbed the metal sheet again.
       Zek: "All this work, and I only find this little thing." Zek shuffled quickly with the metal dragging behind him. Only about 1/2 a miles distance till he gets out. Zek huried his pace. Zek let out a sigh of relief as he finally escaped the heat of the vents. He colapsed on the ground with the metal beside him, out of breath. The cool air of the desert night was a welcome change to the vents' outrageous heat. Zek closed his eyes and thought about home. A warm feeling came over him, like as though he knew he was about to enter a fantastic dream of better times. But his dream was intrupted. Zek opened his eyes to see two travelers, one pointing a spear at his face.
      Unknown traveler with spear: "Who the hell are you?" Zek looked up, horrified. He raised himself to his knees and put his hands in the air.
      Zek: "Please don't hurt me! If you want the scrap, just take it. Please don't hurt me." Tears began to pool in Zek's eyes.
      Unknown weaponless traveler: "Put your spear down man, your scaring him. We don't want to hurt you. We actually though you were gonna attack us. Name's Rasta. This guy here's Davis. Who are you?"
      Zek: "My name's Zek Black. I was out here scaveging metal. I paid a guy at the shop some creds for any information on scrap around here. He told me there was a surplus out here. All I found was this little plate here." Zek pointed to the metal sheet beside him.
      Davis: "Sorry to scare you man. You never can know out here, you know? We're actually out here because Rasta got a hit about a Airport around here that's supposed to be full of food and scrap. We could always use another man. What do you think Rasta?"
     Rasta: "I think we should wait till morning and then decide. Besides, this guy looks like he could use a rest. We'll sleep on it." Zek pointed off into the distance.
     Zek: "Hey, I gotta go get my supplies and stuff from over the hill. I'll be right back though. I got some canned beef if you guys can start a fire." Rasta and Davis looked at each other, then nodded in agreement. Zek raised himself off the ground, dusted himself off, and then waved a 'be right back' to Davis and Rasta. He started up the sandy hill as Rasta and Davis began their search for firewood.
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: lonewolf on August 21, 2008, 11:51:46 AM
Rasta look's at Davis by saying i think this zek is ok
it looks like he had a hell time of it no men crys like that
may be some think in his past who know's
i think we can use him it looks like he know's more then me on what's good metal from bad
the thing is i hope he know's how to use a weapon when you but that spear to him he look like a rabbit
that was going to die talking of rabbit let get this food on i hope zak get's back in time to eat
i but the wood down here for the fire the rock will dry out my top it full of sweat
it was good i had this old book on  Bush Skills in the Outback
any ways i go to look at the stars and see if i can find the northern star
various mechants use this star to find there way in the desert
and i have to find it if we going to find this air port
where is that zek got to ?
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Fisherson on August 21, 2008, 07:39:21 PM
Davis turned around and watched as Zek set his gear up. Davis always had an eye for scrap metal and junk, he could see which pieces of gear were old by the rust lining the outside of the binoculars the boy added to the pile.
The radio he had was older than Rasta and Davis combined. The rest of the stuff he was puting back in the bag was junk, bits of metal, tiny green cards with studs on them that Davis reconized as Circurt chips from old cars and computers. The boy looked up and saw Davis eying his treasures. He finished putting the rest of gear in the bag
and ,after sevral minutes of searching , removed a row of silver canasters. Davis gaped, eight canned beers all with the lids still on them! That would fetch three hundred creds a piece back in Ravvene!
Davis: "Where did you get those?" Davis grabed one , opened it and drank it. THe liquid was light and refreshing with a slight buzz.
Zek: "Well I found this old truck turned over near the City of the Dead and when I went inside I found a hole case of  them! I drank most of them and hi tail it outa there beffore they found me. Ha ha ha, but it was worth it!
Davis looked at the young man blankly. 'City of the Dead? Whats he talking about?' Zek noticed that the man with the Spear was  looking at him with raised brows.
Zek: "You've never heard of the city of the dead?" Davis shook his head.
Zek: "It's in an unkown zone. It was called somthing else before the blast." As if to puntuate this, a geyser of steam erupted from a little ways away. He looked at both men. 'How'd they get out this far?' He wondered.
 Zek: "Where did you come from?"
Rasta: "We come from a small town called Ravvene, it's about twenty miles back that way.he said walking back from over the hill. He saw the bear and siezed one.
Rasta: " I told you he wasn't a bad kid! Ha ha ha!" he said and then lifted it and drank it down in nearly a single gulp.
Rasta: "Ahhh, a little warm, but good." He relaxed by the fire winding his computer.
Davis: "So can you get us past the vents?"

Zek: "Easy I know them like the back of my hand. Plus i've got a map of this area."

Davis: "Okay, we'll head out in the morning at dawn. til then get some sleep."

The next morning they set out arcoss the vents..


Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: lonewolf on August 21, 2008, 10:53:34 PM
Rasta calls to Davis in a low voice this city of the dead
if you can get more cans we can use them but we need lots of them
they can be used for a pipeline i seen it in my book
i was looking in to it befor zek got back
i was looking on google.
on what we can use beer can's and any food can's
you link them all up to use as  a pipe then the steam go's in side the cans
then it cools down then it goe's in to water
water cool water ha ha think of it if it works
we have water Rasta dance's like hillbilly at a show down
Davis: looks at Rasta is he going mad get some sleep you silly fool
Zek:look at Davis is this Rasta been somking some thing ?it look's like he is tripping out
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Red Fox on August 24, 2008, 11:32:10 PM
Tim was gazing out over the wasteland. Not much could be seen, the sun had left the sky and only darkness and the stars remained. "I wounder what happend to him." Tim turned to the voice. It belonged to Blitz, a short man with long brown hair and ice blue eyes. The man he was referring to was Karr, he was suppose to stand guard at the gate but they had taken over for him after they found him. He had been standing there staring out over the waste, slowly swaying back and forth. They had tried to talk to him but he hadn't listen just mumbled something about having to wait and something else about a treaded vehicle. When they tried to move him he had started to kick and scream out loud in the end they had to use tranquilizers to put him down and drag his ass over to Dr. Bennet.
"The waste took his soul... or maybe he just was in the sun to long. Geeez Blitz I don't know." Tim answered. Whatever it was he just hoped he would get better soon. He was a damn fine soldier.
"Y-you think the w-wraiths took his soul?"
Tim sighed. " How many time have we been through this? There is no wraiths. No reavers, no werewolfs, no zombie pirates who have returned from the grave and certainly no black and white ghosts. It's just hoaxes Blitz."
"If you say so..."
They fell in silence, standing there in the night of the waste like statues from the old days.
Distances howls from some beast out in the waste could be heard but there was something else too... It took Tim's tired mind a few seconds to figure out that it was screams. He turned around and saw a man running up to the guard house close to the gate. He was clad in a white vest and also had white hair.
As he got closer to the house Tim could hear what he was screaming.
"Weepers! Weepers! There is Weepers in the town!"

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Later in Ravvene
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Rint walked through the town with four others. Two of them were guards, one was a citizen in the mid-forties who carried around a sledgehammer the other was Hard balls the bouncer from the pub. He was carrying what look like a stool leg (very familiar to the ones in the pub). He was bruised and the cut on his head that he had gotten earlier was stiched up.
After Rint had alarted the guards about the weepers they had set up search parties and was now searching the streets for them. Alot of citizen had voulentered to help too.
"How dare they enter Ravvene! I shall brake their bones, I shall tear their limps, I shall stomp on their..." Hard balls didn't finish his sentence becouse on the road ahead of them two weepers stood. One with a sword the other with a mace.
Hard balls let out a roar and charged them with his lump-of-wood-that-looked-like-one-of-the-stool-legs-from-the-pub. He was closly followed by the other citizen and one of the guards. The other guard took out a rocket from his pocket and lightened it. It went flying through the sky and exploded into a thousands lights in the sky. The rocket would alart the other search parties where they where and that they had encountered some weepers. 
While all this happened Rint had drawed his bow and was trying to get in a good shoot at the two weepers but Hard balls was towering over one and the citizen and guard was all over the other. He cursed and slung back his bow over his shoulder. Looked like he would have to go close combat on this one since he hadn't a good line of fire.
He was just about to pull out his knife and join the other when the guard behind him let out a scream. Rint turned around and froze. There where a handful of weepers there. The guard was dead and two of the weepers were coming towards him while the rest went to help their friends. Rint went for his knife but it was to late, one of the weepers swinged his club and it hit him right over the head. He stumble backwards and his vision grew smaller untill it all was black. He passed out before he hit the ground.

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Dawn, Ravvene
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Tim watched over the waste as the sun sent it first rays of the day over the empty land. Blitz was leaning against the wall and snored loudly. Tim looked at his friend and smiled to himself, it had been a long night. The weepers had been killed and order was restored to the town.

Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Fisherson on September 02, 2008, 03:30:57 AM
I'll be posting here in four days, as i'm grounded from the computer during the day, and only allowed to play it as night.
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Darrellito on September 02, 2008, 03:53:01 AM
Zek sat around the fire with his two new companions. He felt uneasy. Like something terrible was happening, but he couldn't tell what. Zek got up from his seat, and told Davis and Rasta that he needed to take a walk. He then rose and walked uneasily back to his tent. He looked to his left, and saw a brilliant display of light coming from the direction of Raveene. Zek's eyes grew wide with astonishment. He quickly ran back to Davis and Rasta.
      Zek: "I think something bad is happening at Raveene. Maybe we should put the trip on hold and head back there to check it out."
      Davis: "Wow, look at those sparks. Yeah, maybe we should. What do you think Rasta."
      Rasta: "I don't know, maybe we should just be on our way."
      Zek: "Well, I'm gonna head back there. I lost my own hometown, I don't want to loose another. You guys can come if you like." And with that, Zek went back to his tent and packed his things into a bundle. He looked back at Rasta and Davis, who were both still deciding whether or not to return to Raveene. He then turned and walked further up the sand dune next to his tent. He then slinged the bundle on his back, came to a spot with dried grass, and then stopped. He pulled the grass away to reveal a small electric motorbike. Man, I hope there's enough of a charge left to get back there. Zek thought to himself. He proped up the bike and kicked the starter. Nothing. He kicked it again. Still nothing. Zek kicked the bike one more time as hard as he could, and the engine roared to life. He shifted the bike into drive, and then kicked up sand as he began his trip to Raveene.
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: lonewolf on September 02, 2008, 10:33:20 AM
Rasta- i not let him go all that way i like this zak
i need to help him to let him know we on his side if you like to come
Davis its up to you it need all 3 of use to get the parts at the airport
if we do go i need to be a mile out side the city gates i got some things
that may help out if we run in to any think i get my bag but get the tent down
and put out the fire then i going to help zek if you do go to the airport here is the map
old map in with a big x where the airport you need my laptop all have to do is open the file maps
i be going in 5 mins
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Fisherson on September 07, 2008, 01:39:57 AM
Davis wacthed feeling dread in his chest as gazed out at Revvene. Colums of smoke rising
from the town as the fires burned in the night.
Davis: "I've got a bad feeling about this." said Davis heading for the town. He and Rasta
ran side by side as fast as they can, runing towards Ravvene.

                                               --------Raveene-------

Ardor whirled his staff and struck the Weeper who had had lunged for his hood with knife in
hand. The blow sent the masked man spiraling to the ground in a heap. He surveyed the area,
the Weepers were lying dead all around him. His white robe was stained with blood. Seth was
squaring off against two at once. Ardor frowned, they need to make a quick esscape. 'Where
was Doris?'He thought. He took out a walkie tallkie and begin to speak in numbers. Just
then Seth killed the two Weepers with a single blow of his short sword. Ardor sighed and
began to to speak into the walkie talkie more urgently.

Davis ran as fast as he could, keeping his eyes on the horizon. He and Rasta were just
crossing the halfway point, when they saw somthing cresting the dunes, somthing big and
black. It made its way down the sope, and turned a protruding cyilinder looking object
towards the west. Davis turned his head in the direction the cylinder was pointing and saw
Zeks bike racing across the sand. Davis tried to shout at him to look out, but all he got
beffore he heard the biggest boom of his life was: "Look ou...!" The tank fired and the in
place of the electric motorcyle that had been there moments beffore, was a firey crator.
Davis fell to his knees and wept into the sand. After a minute he looked up with fury in
his eyes and charaged forward, ingoring to Rasta's shouts to stop. He ran towards the
machine just as it's turet swung around, targeting him. He grabed his spear and prepared to
hurl it, but was knocked to the ground when Rasta landed on top oof him driving the air
from his lungs. The shot ecoed in his ears and ratled his bones. He tried to struggle to
get up and fight the iron monstrosity, but Rasta held him to the ground. After a whille
the tank set back on it's path to Reveene. Davis shoved Rasta off of him, and retrived his
spear walking down and ran towards the burning motorcyle.
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: lonewolf on September 08, 2008, 02:54:43 AM
Rasta - i  am so sorry Davis i had to stop you
we got to kill that  iron monstrosity
i got some dynamite to blow that thing to kingdom come
i came a cross some when the tree cutters use to move lot of trees
i  hidden it near the gates
i run of to get it you look for zak
i hope he is ok
Davis i be back here as first as i can
Rasta run's of to the gates to get the dynamite
but keep's looking back to see if Davis run to get in to his van
to look for zak
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Darrellito on September 09, 2008, 11:05:50 AM
Zek's head throbbed. He awoke to Davis' screams from across the dunes. He looked down to his legs, and saw that a large part of his thigh had been shredded from the shrapnel of the blast. He didn't know whether he should try to move, or wait for help. Help didn't come too often out in the wasteland. And if he just stayed there, there was a chance that the vultures would finish the job. Zek gathered his strength and began crawling on one knee, dragging his chopped one along in the sand. The salt from the sand increased the pain of the wound. He just tried to push through it. Zek looked off into the distance, and saw the big mettalical beast that almost destroyed him and his bike. He had to get away from that thing, in his state, he wouldn't stand a chance. Zek looked around for a glimpse of hope, and found it. Off in the distance, he saw a large truck. He didn't see anyone inside, and it was a short crawl away. Zek began his decent. After 20 feet of agonizing pain, he reached the truck, and got inside. Surprisingly enough, there was half a tank of gas. Zek reached down the steering branch for the key to the ignition to start the truck. They were gone. He struck the steering wheel furiously, cursing all the while. Zek searched around the cab, hoping to at least find something to hotwire the truck. He found a small metal pick on the floor. Just as he began dismanteling the ignition coil, a pistol was placed firmly on the back of Zek's head. A gruff voice spoke out.
        Gruff voice: "Step out now, or your a deadman."
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Red Fox on September 09, 2008, 02:40:05 PM
"Wake up sleepy head."
"Are you sure he isn't dead?"
"No look he's breathing."
"Well, maybe it's just some sort of post mortis reflex."
"Are you for real?"
The voices was distant and Rints head throbbed with pain. His vision was slowly coming back. Two blurry figures was standing infront him one of them was towering over him blocking most of his view.
"He's opening his eyes, I told you he wasn't dead." Said the figure towering over him.
Through the thick mist of pain he could barley hear the voice.
"Lucky guy" Said the one who was mostly blocked by the first.
"We need to take him to the doctor."
"Geeez."
"Stop whinning and grab a hold of his arms."
The so distant voice sounded familiar... Hard Balls?
 
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Fisherson on September 12, 2008, 02:24:19 AM
                                ---Zek and the stranger---

Zek got up slowly, pain shooting through his leg. He tried to turn around and was rewarded
with a slap across the face from the but of the gun. Ofcourse this was hardly noticed by
Zek, as the pain was  very intesse in his leg, but also because his captor was a woman. She
was tall with dark brown hair, probly in her late twenties. "Turn around, and put your
hands on your hand." She said in a voice. He did as told, if only not to get hi again. She
felt him up, showing no signs of enjoying it. "Okay turn around." He did, and was met by
her fist.
The last thing he saw beffore going down was her fierce green eyes and the sun buring
brightly beheind her head like a halo of sunlight.



                                 ---Ardor and Seth---

 
Tim was was wacthing the dessert when he first saw the tank. At first he couldn't bielive
what is was, he'd only ever heard talk of tanks, he'd never seen actauly seen one. He went
to sound the alarm, but was stoped when he saw the coin. It was made of silver with a green
gem in the center. It had Tim's full atention. "You are very tired, rest your weary body."
Ardor said. Tim was starting to feel sleepy..'No!' He thought as he withdrew his Machette.
He swung with all his might. Ardor ducked under the blow just beffore the blade wipped by
his ear. Seth pulled throwing star from beneath his cloak, and hurled it at him. Tim fell
and passed out on the street.Seth was about to delliver the final blow with his knife, but
Ardor told him to stop. Seth froze in his tracks, he rembered what Ardor did to those who
didn't follow his orders. He left Tim lying in the street on his face, then ran to to macth
the tall man's long styrides. Ardor walked to the opening gate with Seth at his side, the
Raveene gaurd were still busy with the remaining Weeper. "All has gone acordingly to plan"
Said Ardor smilling. With the map in hand nothing could go wrong, he had the one peice of
the map, and soon he would have the other. He paused for a minute, somone was missing. Ah,
yes Tala had set off to chase the young man who saw him breaking into Rasta's aparment,
well she knew the risks when she vonluteered for the mission. Seth was looking back at the
street. 'Where is she?' He tought. 'She is never late.' Just then she came runing up. "Did
you kill the boy?" Ardor asked her. She nodded.
'Good, a quick and clean rendzvous.' The large black tank moved up to Aror, Tala, and Seth.
The top hatch poped open and a young woman stuck her head out. "Come on, we have to get out
of here beffore the City Gaurd gets here. She said. Ardor "Yes, let us be off." As Seth had
packed himself in the cramped millitary vehicle,Ardor noticed a figure lying prone on the
floor. "I didn't know we were taking on prisoners. I beilive the Boss said to retrive the
map, and avoid contact with all civilains." Said Ardor in iratated tone tone. She looked at
her prisoner. "Don't worry, he's not coming with us to SandDune City. I'll drop him off in 
Selph's, she can find a use for him. Seth grinned wickedly at this thought.Tala just stared
out the veiw hole and wondered if she had done the right thing..in sparing Daniel's Cross's
life.


                                     ---Davis---
Davis saw the tank leaving Raveene, dust flying from beheind it as it sped away into the
sinking sun. Davis cursed under his brreath. He started to chase it when sudenly he saw
through the gapping metal gate, that his shop was smoking and flames where shooting out the
top of his workshop. He sudenly forgot everything, who he was, and what he was doing. All
that mattered was that he get to his shop and his remaining family. He ran as fast as he
could and then he tried to run a little faster, but  onlys uceeded in causing both his legs
and lungs to ache in agony. He stopped in the middle of the street as he gazed to the two
bodies lying in the street covered in dried blood, knife wounds gapping like black holes
sucking all the oxygen from his lungs. He turned over the first body, and howled with the
pain of knowing that the two most important pepole in his life were lying dead in the
street.


Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Red Fox on September 24, 2008, 09:38:49 PM
"How is he doctor?" Asked Hardballs.
"Pff, weak, is what he is. I tell you when the world ended so did humanities streangth. He just took a blow to his head. He's skull is still intact. Pff, weak. So weak." Dr. Bennet answered.
He was a grey haired man in his seventies. The tale goes that before the bombs he had studied medicine only to after his studied was done start as a wrestler. Wich during the time he took some hard blows to his head. He hasn't been the same since, claming people to be weak. Sure they leave fully healed but with a broken confidence.
Hard Balls looked over to the bed were Rint laid. His wound has been cleaned and stitched up but he was still uncouncious.
"So he will be okey?"
"Yeah, yeah. If he wasn't so weak he would already be out of here."
Hard Balls took a final glance to Rint.
"Good, I'm leaving him to your care then."
"Hmpf, weak."
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Darrellito on September 27, 2008, 02:46:55 AM
Zek awoke by firelight of a small caravan. Around him, he saw three canvas tents, and two vehicles. One was the truck he tried to steel, the other a compact car. Zek looked around in interest to find the identity of his captors. He rolled over towards the camp fire to see four silhouettes from the fire light. Zek tried to move, but looked to see that his hands had been cuffed with small metal bracelets, a small chain holding them together. His leg had been mended as well, to his suprise.
   Zek thought to himself: I guess these guys need something from me. That or they want to get even. Zek then tried to prop himself to upright position, his chains from his leg cuffs rattling. Two of the silhouettes turn to him in attention. One was a large, heavy set bearded man, wearing worn denim clothing. He wore a leather vest, with no shirt underneath. The ends of the vest's sleeves had been worn in frayed with time. His denim pants were patched many times over, never seeming to bare the weight of their user. The man's hair was short cut, revealing many piercings glimmering in the fire light. The other man was much more slender. He wore a flanel  long shirt with the sleeves cut about half way up his upper arm. He wore it openly, with only a wife beater underneath. This man's face was much cleaner then the other, looking as though the man groomed himself once in a great while. It looked as though he had at one time had a goatee, but the area around had almost set in as the same length. He too wore denim pants, his looking fairly new, with dark blue stitching. The small one looked back with a half grin of interest and said:
      "Looks like we got a fighter." The big man chuckled at the smaller's joke. They both rose in unison and began to walk to Zek's position. Zek felt an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Oh god, they're gonna kill me! Zek thought to himself. They're cannibals, I know it! He then began thrashing about, some how feeling that he might find his way out of this. The big man aproached Zek from behind, and picked up with ease and threw him over his shoulder. Zek heard the smaller man shout at the larger.
     Smaller man: Care full Mitch! See that leg? If you don't handle it delicatley he won't be able to walk on it.  The big man shrugged his shoulders as to say "Whoops! My bad." They then began walking to the campfire. The big man set Zek down more gently this time, on top of a pile of rags near the fire. Zek then saw his other captors. One was a older looking man, dressed in a ragged suit, one the woman from earlier, who happend to cause all this trouble, and the other was a small boy. The woman rose to her feet and walked near Zek. She then spoke.
      Woman: So, theif, what were you doing in my truck?
      Zek:       I'm sorry, it was an emergency. I saw lights from the Ravenne encampment and I rode back there. But after about a mile of riding, a tank rose out of the sand and blew me and my bike away. I then crawled about 1/2 a mile, and found your truck. It was unlocked, so, I guess I took advantage of it. I'm sorry, but as you could see by my leg, I was badly injured.
      Woman: Huh. Blown away by a tank huh? Why you all alone out here in the wastes anyway?
      Zek:      Well, I was traveling with two other men. I left them though, we had disagreement on when we should have responded to Raveene's  distress call. I left right after, and they didn't know if it was such a good idea to head in right away.
      Woman: Alright, I'll buy into your story for now. You better get some rest, because if what you say is true, we're heading into Raveene first thing in the morning.
      Zek:      I'm fine to travel, we need to get there tonight. Who knows what's happening there.
      Woman: You arn't going anywhere. Me and my team will head in. She looked at the bigger man and the smaller man and said 'Mitch, Mort, your coming with me.' She then looked to the man in the ragged suit and the small boy and said: 'Stan, you stay here with Jim.'
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: lonewolf on October 06, 2008, 09:28:59 PM
Rasta - men what the hell is going on
it look's like a war where the hell is Davis
Davis shop if that gone i am in big ****
Rasta look's for Davis
be for he gets to Davis shop he go's by his home
but going up to open the door
he see it has been kicking in
what the hell is going on my home
i hope the maps in here
if any one finds that map
i don't know what i do
Rasta look's in the bed room
but he finds his wife in a pool of blood and his only son
next to her NO WHY WHY what have they done to die like this
i have no one one to love my wife my son WHY
in the next room where he has all his books
he looks for the map
the map is gone where the hell is the map
i kill the men who did this so help me god
i kill them all why only kill one i kill them all
i kill his loved one's
the way he killed my love one's
if it's war they looking for it's war they got
but i have to find help and where the hell is Davis  and Zak
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Red Fox on October 08, 2008, 11:47:51 AM
Screams echoed through his head. First he thought they came from the Hard Balls, citizen and the guard who was dying at the hands of the Weepers. But when he opened his eyes he came to the stunning discovery that he wasn't on the streets no longer. He was in a big room filled with 20 or so beds, the hospital.
The screams came from a patient on a bed further back. His voice was growing more hoarser from every scream and he shocked wildly but he appeared to be chained to his bed. There were other patients too, citizens, some who he had seen around town before but none he knew.
Rints head throbbed with pain but he got up anyway. He still wore his old cloth, his vest had been stained with blood and dirt. He should go home and change or maybe he should wait for the doctore to return. The patient screamed again and made Rints head to trobbe even more.
That was it, he needed to get out of here.
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: lonewolf on July 26, 2009, 02:26:50 PM
Rasta johnson - go's out side
i have to get some one any one on the C.B Radio
1= 9  1= 9 for a copy do you read me
over ? Davis are you there
if you can read me Davis can you help me find Rints

i  am going to drive to the outpost then to see what's going on in the refugee camp
i lost my maps ?
they killed my son and wife we need to find that map if it falls in the wrong hands
it will mean the end of us all
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Fisherson on July 26, 2009, 03:24:19 PM
The RP is dead, bro. Weird enough though I was thinking about starting this up again. How'd you know?
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: carrionmarksman on July 26, 2009, 03:33:07 PM
In case you want to restart...
This map was from an old RP I did on a different forum:
(http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/6213/fatmanmap.png) (http://img210.imageshack.us/i/fatmanmap.png/)

It can easily be fixed to adapt to your game, Fish.
I'd also like to join in.



Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Fisherson on July 27, 2009, 06:27:51 PM
Okay. I 'll use your map, but it'll need some modifications. Also I have to talk to everyone who
was here befforeand see if I can get them all together.
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Angel Walter on July 27, 2009, 07:17:11 PM
This time I think I'll join in if that's okay!
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: lonewolf on July 27, 2009, 08:34:26 PM
here when you need me
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: Fisherson on August 26, 2009, 07:15:24 PM
This time I think I'll join in if that's okay!

Sure, just be sure to post in the NEW Inn when I make it. ^ ^

here when you need me

Glad to hear it! ^_^

Wow I just realzied I haven't been keeping up with this thread XD
Title: Re: The Waste Land RP
Post by: lonewolf on January 10, 2011, 11:00:10 AM
when are we  getting back to this ?