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Post by The Mighty Ducks on Nov 21, 2018 8:45:38 GMT -5
JIF 
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Post by The Rocketmen on Nov 21, 2018 8:50:44 GMT -5
Milkmire attempts to find some documents. Milkmire, some say out of bravery, others say out of sheer maniacal desire of documents, decides to approach the flailing corpse-creature. He remembers an earlier observation and begins to piece the information together: DM:The lining of the jacket still seems full despite the pocket now being empty. |
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Post by The Rocketmen on Nov 21, 2018 8:58:49 GMT -5
*Oliver, without a second thought, throws the keys to Tim.* OOC: Oliver *attempts* to throw the keys to Tim. DM: Oliver tosses the keys high into the air, and the corpse-creature swats another plank toward our heroes, narrowly missing the keys. They could have been lost forever! The keys fall toward Tim, who catches them and dodges another swat from the beast. "That was close!" said Tim. *Tim wonders if he can swim under the monster and find something to somehow board the monster and make use of the keys.* ( The Rocketmen DM) The tide continues to come in and water rushes under the feet of all our heroes on the beach. Tim runs out into deeper water and swims toward the ship. He sees a large chain that dives down to the ocean floor maybe 20 feet below. It's difficult to see, but it could lead to the anchor. But there is something shining from that direction, in a place where light is limited and there should be no luminescence, but Tim can't seem to make heads or tails of what it is. |
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Post by The Texas Rattlesnakes on Nov 21, 2018 9:15:23 GMT -5
*Oliver looks around the beach hoping to see something that could help.* ( The Rocketmen DM) |
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Post by The Rocketmen on Nov 21, 2018 9:17:01 GMT -5
*Oliver looks around the beach hoping to see something that could help.* ( The Rocketmen DM) Oliver sees a long piece of driftwood at the edge of the beach where the ocean had carried it up. Oliver collects the driftwood and uses it to improve his movement. |
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Post by The Rocketmen on Nov 21, 2018 9:38:22 GMT -5
OOC: Here is a visual guide of where everyone currently is on the beach:  DM: The corpse-creature is readying an attack. |
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Post by The Texas Rattlesnakes on Nov 21, 2018 9:59:39 GMT -5
OOC: Is the corpse on ground level? Or like is it being held in the sky?
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Post by The Rocketmen on Nov 21, 2018 10:13:42 GMT -5
OOC: Is the corpse on ground level? Or like is it being held in the sky? It's floating a few feet off the ground, at most the top of it's head is about ten feet high. It is being controlled by the ship through the rope and nail-planks. It's kind of bobbing up and down in the air, based on the energy supporting it from the ship. |
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Post by The Sandmen on Nov 21, 2018 10:21:59 GMT -5
Milkmire attempts to find some documents. Milkmire, some say out of bravery, others say out of sheer maniacal desire of documents, decides to approach the flailing corpse-creature. He remembers an earlier observation and begins to piece the information together: DM:The lining of the jacket still seems full despite the pocket now being empty. Milkmire attempts to retrieve something out of the puffy pocket. |
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Post by The Rocketmen on Nov 21, 2018 10:31:23 GMT -5
DM: Milkmire, some say out of bravery, others say out of sheer maniacal desire of documents, decides to approach the flailing corpse-creature. He remembers an earlier observation and begins to piece the information together: Milkmire attempts to retrieve something out of the puffy pocket. Milkmire reaches up toward the lining of the jacket of the floating corpse-creature. The ship takes notice that he has drawn close. Milkmire is mere inches away from touching the lining and perhaps examining it for the chance... The creature slaps Milkmire. Over and over again. Mercilessly. Milkmire is wrapped up in the rope as the creature continues to slap him. It won't stop. Slapping him and slapping him and slapping him. It slaps him again. And just when you think it's done slapping him, it slaps him once more. It was the slappiest bunch of slaps that ever slapped. Milkmire falls to the ground and crawls away confused and humiliated. |
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Post by The Texas Rattlesnakes on Nov 21, 2018 10:33:54 GMT -5
*Oliver attempts to rush over and help Milkmire get some distance from the ship. If Milkmire refuses the help, Oliver attempts to drag him away for his own good.* ( The Rocketmen DM) |
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Post by The Texas Rattlesnakes on Nov 21, 2018 10:42:03 GMT -5
OOC: The ship to Milkmire:  |
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Post by The Sandmen on Nov 21, 2018 10:54:28 GMT -5
Milkmire reaches for the pocket again.
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Post by The Texas Rattlesnakes on Nov 21, 2018 10:56:04 GMT -5
OOC: *Facepalm*
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Post by The Texas Rattlesnakes on Nov 21, 2018 10:58:41 GMT -5
OOC: Milkmire reaching for the pocket again:  |
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Have 9 points in celebration of this monumental achievement!
Jan 21, 2021 13:09:55 GMT -5
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Have 9 points in celebration of this monumental achievement!
Jan 21, 2021 13:09:55 GMT -5
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