RPG Ashes To Shadow

[TrickyNicky]

Ok, I got wrier's block rite now...but I meade doll pics of my chars!

[Mitch]

[color=red][i] After they had returned from their search, finding about a dozen people, Gurthang and Illuvatar set up a small camp to stay the night. They set up numerous tents, and started a large bonfire.

They then cooked a large deer which one of the dozen people had managed to catch, and had a largely overindulging feast of venison.

As they ate their large meal, a scout came running up, shouting:

[b]Scout:[/b] The aliens are coming! Run!!

Gurthang and Illuvatar, seemingly decided to be the leaders of this small band of people immediately told the people not to panic, to run away orderly.

After they quickendly packed up their tents and stopped the bonfire, they quickly began to haste away from their encampment.[/i]

OOC: Rather short, I know...but we need to get some life back into this. Harlequin, you are the aliens, correct? Then I suppose that it could be your aliens chasing me...if you would like.[/color]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]OoC:This RPG is getting ruined by people posting stuff that really does not have anyhting to do with the RPG itself, like Faris's doll pics, Cloricus's life, and what other people [i]should do.[/i] Just write your god damned lines. Harlequin will not be posting in this - and indeed, in anything - until at least the 25th of November. Patience, concentration. If this RPG works, I will publish it. So please...


[i]They had been following a stream for some time now, a few days. But now their path plunged into thick, heavy forest and it slowed their pace greatly. Jen walked ahead and slashed at the growth with a machete they had picked up at an abandoned campsite, passing the baby to Danna for the while. Csi lead the horse in the rear, listening closely for any abnormal or external sounds.
After an hour or so, the forest cleared again and they found themselves in a artificial clearing. Sheep grazed on long, lush grass nearby, and the rectangular paddock was fenced in by pine forest, cut cleanly away. It looked to Csi as a firing range, as she noted the regularly spaced earth mounds ranking away from her up the steady slope. A building could be seen at the far end of the strip, and a rough, overgrown trail ran down half one side.

Sitting in the centre of the paddock, however, was a stealth bomber, in some disarray. The left wing of the plane lay thirty meters to the left of the craft's body. [/i][/font][/color]