Hw2

[Robek]

And of course I forgot that previewing messes it up. Wow, I'm having a bad day with the forum roller. (d20+5)[23]

[Froogleyboy]

okay your save and you punched a zombies head in half, good job.

The room is empty except for you guys. what do you want to do?

[Robek]

That's the last time I punch into someone's mouth, thats for sure... someone wanna shoot that barkeep in the head. I've seen the movies, I know what'll happen."

Marcus backs away from the corpses.

[Fan]

Preview will break the roll Robek.

Anyways, seeing the bar tender get torn apart, on my intiative, I'll look around for a fire extinguisher, failing that, some sort of roof based exit, as the mob has likely surrounded the place.

As he moves around, furrowing through things, he notices that the Bar tender is dying, and says.

"I think it'd be best to staunch the blood flow, sterlize the wound with some of the spirit's if you can. While you do that, I'm going to barricade the door, and get to work on the windows. If this place has any exits, I would like to know about them now."

He seems very determined, he's dealt with mob's back when he was a officer, and he knew that when people got together, and got riled, you don't stand a chance if you don't know what your doing.
Damn Junkies, and their LSD.

[Froogleyboy]

You find a small fire extinguisher under the counter, along with a roll a 12 gauge shells

[Jesse Drake]

Lester now realizes it may be time to snap up and be sharp. But it's been a while. "Remember LeRainnes, this is your destiny. You aren't some drunk lowlife from the shadow. You're defender of humanity." Then addressing Jack, mentally, he states "You seem to be taking charge. Lester LeRainnes, at your service."

[Froogleyboy]

At Lester (telekinetic)

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LeRainnes? I knew a LeRainnes once, but then he left. They all left.

[Jesse Drake]

"Who thought that!" Shouts Lester, half drunk and somewhat crazy.

[Froogleyboy]

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Shut up!, do you want the infected to hear you? Well . . . maybe you do. I never could understand the stuff you did

[Robek]

"Wait, what? Thought what?"

Darn Drunks...

[Froogleyboy]

A short, thin, man walks into the bar. He is wearing an Auburn university hoodie, with the hood pulled far over his face. He has, in his hand, a blood stained machete Yes, Lester, thought what?

[Jesse Drake]

"I never done did anything." Mumbles Lester. (Who is it supposed to be?)

[Froogleyboy]

(that, you don't know)

The man walks towards the group of people Pull back your hair, unless your ashamed of what you are

[Jesse Drake]

"I'm not ashamed of anything." Groans Lester. "Now listen, I'm just not trying to draw a crowd." Lester reveals elven ears.

[Froogleyboy]

The man lets out the laugh of a mad man oh, how I wish my daughter was here

[Robek]

"I am confused... undead... elves... when did I get on the set of a weird low budget movie..."

[Froogleyboy]

The man laughs again Well, might as well throw in some magic to this low budget movie with a flick of the wrist, a large ball of fire shoots across the room hitting the counter, starting a large fire. Hmm . . . really good special effects

[Robek]

"Great... now there's a fire, and zombies. I didn't think I drank that much beer."

[Froogleyboy]

Well, that leaves you with very few choices. You could follow me, or burn to death. Which sounds more pleasant?

[Robek]

"Gotcha... ready when you are then."
He walks back to the bar and takes another swig from his beer.
"Gotta keep my senses up, eh?"

[Froogleyboy]

Objections?

[Fan]

"Yes, because following the homicidal, elven, pyromaniac with a blood stained weapon is a GOOD idea, especially after he set what amounted to a decent stronghold with the dead bolt doors, metal back entrance, and ample supply of food, and drink. ON FIRE."

He says defiantly, twirling the pistol in his hand, before he takes a chunk out of his steak sandwich continuing.

"I'll leafsh it upf to a fvote, buff if anyfing I'mf takin fis sandvich."

[Robek]

"But that's the thing! He set it on fire! He shot fire from his hands!" Marcus says, eyeing that steak sandwich.

[Froogleyboy]

Yes, I like your friends way of thinking. It's best to do as the man who can shoot fire from his hands tells you

[Fan]

He puts down the steak sandvich with a gulp, the crisp edges of it landing with a thud, the thing had some weight to it if nothing else.

"Fine, Fine. But before I go anywhere, I want to know. Where exactly are you taking us, through what route, and if you have anything aside from that machete on you, as something tells me, getting up close, and personal with diseased lunatics that can infect you should be your LAST resort.

[Froogleyboy]

I'll be taking you to my strong hold, I'm here to help you. And, also, why would I need another weapon, when I can create fire with my hands?

[Fan]

"When the human body is 75% water, and takes longer to burn, then for it to get closer, and sink it's teeth into you. Fire, or not. I've seen a few to many cocky guys with a flame thrower find themselves screaming as well, when a Vietcong soldier leaps onto them into their death throes, and sets them on fire, as well."

He takes another bite out of the sandvich, and chews it contently while he waits for a reply, searching for a bag as he does so.

[Jesse Drake]

Lester looks down. "I wouldn't really trust him." He mutters. "But I guess I'll go."

[industrious]

Throughout the whole time, William has been in shock.

"Great." he remarks. We have a Vulcan and a man with flamethrowers as his hands and what appear to be zombies. I haven't had a drink in months, so I'm sober. I'm in; I've got nothing better to do. Also, if the barkeep dies, I'm getting his car keys."

[Robek]

"He's right there, in that pile of corpses." Marcus says with a shudder. "Go right on ahead..."