MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
Morgan and Aisha set off to get their supplies in good spirits, but upon arriving would find the builders shop in quite some disarray; some family argument or internal business matter had erupted and delayed the preparations. Morgan swiftly used her status as Warden and the fact they were doing Important Business be known, but it would still take a while for the supplies to be gathered into the correct amounts. With little else to do, she leaned against the wall and waited, turning to ask Aisha: "How are you finding your time in Halo so far?"
Deimos, managing to swerve social interaction, went to sort the ice and snow. For a while it was uneventful, the ice becoming water and washing away over cobbles and through cracks. Soon though, as Deimos was clearing out a corner, the snow being removed dislodged something that clattered to the ground. Upon further investigation (and after coming within dangerous proximity to his foot) he would see it was a blade, hastly made out of rough metal with a wrapped bandage for a hilt.
Going to talk to the man and his chickens, Noah would have slightly more success than the others. The farmer narrowed his eyes at the approach, but upon hearing his name nodded and relaxed a little, listening to the rest of what Noah had to say. Unfortunately though, it wouldn't be quite that easy. In a thick accent and with not a small amount of bitterness, the man replied: "Not puttin' my birds with that Outlander. He don't know how t' look after a gnat's ass. I'm only movin' if y'promise me he won't touch 'em."
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Rolls:
Aisha: 1 - Nothing to do but wait and chat for a round.
Deimos: 4 - Deimos finds a rather dangerous looking improvised knife under the ice. What to do with it?
Noah: 10 - Convince the farmer Chuy isn't going to do anything untoward with his chickens
Bad rolls y'all.
No post order!
Deimos, managing to swerve social interaction, went to sort the ice and snow. For a while it was uneventful, the ice becoming water and washing away over cobbles and through cracks. Soon though, as Deimos was clearing out a corner, the snow being removed dislodged something that clattered to the ground. Upon further investigation (and after coming within dangerous proximity to his foot) he would see it was a blade, hastly made out of rough metal with a wrapped bandage for a hilt.
Going to talk to the man and his chickens, Noah would have slightly more success than the others. The farmer narrowed his eyes at the approach, but upon hearing his name nodded and relaxed a little, listening to the rest of what Noah had to say. Unfortunately though, it wouldn't be quite that easy. In a thick accent and with not a small amount of bitterness, the man replied: "Not puttin' my birds with that Outlander. He don't know how t' look after a gnat's ass. I'm only movin' if y'promise me he won't touch 'em."
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Rolls:
Aisha: 1 - Nothing to do but wait and chat for a round.
Deimos: 4 - Deimos finds a rather dangerous looking improvised knife under the ice. What to do with it?
Noah: 10 - Convince the farmer Chuy isn't going to do anything untoward with his chickens
Bad rolls y'all.
No post order!
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
