Post Apocalyptia RP Thread (Closed/IC)

[The Fifth Dominion]

OOC: If you still want to join, sign up here: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=136863&p=6948024#p6948024
Just remember that I will probably never check back so...
ALSO, maps will be posted later.

IC:

<Posting as the Family>

Bobby was a "soldier" class Family member. He did pretty much everything in return for not being shot. If the bosses wanted him to clean the toilet, he would do it. Kill another member, he would do it. Build a shack, he would do it.
Scout a former military ammunition depot with still-active security bots which would kill on sight?
He would do it.
His business suit was getting dirty as he crawled along the rocky ground, towards the chain-link fence that encircled the depot. He cocked his Sub-machine Gun and peeked under his hat at the depot.
Empty.
But just as he was about to get up, that idiot Spike had charged in through the fence's gate.
Immediately, 5 Security Bots sprang out of the ground and vaporized the poor sod with laser beams.
Bobby placed his SMG down on the ground and retrieved his wire cutters.
The Bots were doing a 360 scan of the area, but he was out of range. They popped back into the ground, ready to ambush anyone foolish enough to come near the depot.
He cut a large hole into the fence, big enough for a fully grown man to crawl through, and slowly crawled back, onto the other side of the hill, mindful of the heavily irradiated river flowing down the hill.
In 5 minutes, he would be back in the subway, in 20 minutes he would be at the main base, and in 40 minutes, the Family would own the entire ammunitions stockpile.

[Iievius]

IC: Posting as Nesar

Tyler sighed as yet again a person from the village called at his house. This winter had been harsher than most, and the hunting had been particularly bad. People were low on food, and having lived in a plentiful valley for most of their lives, now people were demanding that if there was no food in the mountains then they had to descend to the plains, to ask for food from other survivors. Tyler however, knew that food was a precious resource, and that if he wanted to take some, other survivors would immediately dispose of him. Permanently. The only way a rival village or settlement could take food was by force. And that was a path that Tyler definitely did not wish to take, as a doctor. However, the children were starving, and the adults had only caught enough this year to feed half the populace. They would have to enter the plains, and take the food by force. Grason village was the closest. He hoped that Claire didn't hold it against them.

[The Fifth Dominion]

<Posting as the Family>

With all this new ordinance, the Family would be able to hold out against invaders for at least 3 weeks. The Kingpin now turned his admittedly greedy eyes towards the Ostagar Docks. While it would be horribly irradiated, the benefits of having a ship would be great, that is, he thought, if there ARE any ships left. The docks had been nuked early on in the 2 hour long exchange to take out the Fifth Dominion's Fleet. But if even a fishing trawler had survived.....
He dispatched two mafiosi to check the immediate area around the docks with Geiger Counters. Hopefully they would find a relatively safe way to get to the docks.
Hopefully.

[Old North Fish]

Sorry...I forgot I was actually Hoppity Jump!

[The Fifth Dominion]

<Posting as the Family>

Sam was screaming. His skin was boiling off, and his hair was falling out.
Max scrambled back. The docks were too much of a safety hazard!
"Max! Help me, you fag!" Sam stumbled forward, trying to keep his balance- then collapsed.
Max watched for signs of movement. Sam was dead. Killed by the radiation.
He turned around and ran, into the Subway and towards the HQ.

[Hoppity Jump]

<Posting as Lacessa>

Saxum sighed in relief as he lowered the Geiger counter. Still safe, he said to himself, staring out at the bleak, desolate plains beyond the horizon. His son, Roflerr, at this moment, was fixing a spring trap for foxes. Ahoy! Roflerr! Come to dinner...Roflerr growled in disgust, accidentally releasing the village trebuchet, as he brushed past; letting it soar high into the sky and unaware of Nesar, in the hills beyond...

[Iievius]

Tyler and several others from the village had just arrived at the outskirts of Grason after a long three day trip from Nesar. Tyler had convinced the people that they had to approach Grason Ville with a peaceful approach, though preferably from far away, to avoid angry farmers who would most likely attack them for asking for food. The matter of how had been achieved easily. Tying the small note quickly on, Tyler raised the bow and arrow. Smoothly, he nocked the slim, sleek, and deadly arrow onto the string, pulling it back with force, the strings creaking. Tyler sighted down the length of the arrow, down towards the nearby town, and aiming with extreme accuracy, released the arrow. It landed, quivering with the force of the shot, stabbed in the ground, right next to Claire Smith's foot as she went to the shops that morning. The small note fluttered in the wind, asking for food, and alliance.

<Posting as Lacessa>

Saxum sighed in relief as he lowered the Geiger counter. Still safe, he said to himself, staring out at the bleak, desolate plains beyond the horizon. His son, Roflerr, at this moment, was fixing a spring trap for foxes. Ahoy! Roflerr! Come to dinner...Roflerr growled in disgust, accidentally releasing the village trebuchet, as he brushed past; letting it soar high into the sky and unaware of Nesar, in the hills beyond...

>.<, unrealistic, and you know it. However, if you must... then there can only be war! Sorry, Fifth, i ripped off your catchphrase. And we live in a mountain valley, deep in the ranges. Nowhere near to ANYWHERE, and through Grason is the closest, its a full 67 hours to get there. Granted, mountain terrain, but still.

[Old North Fish]

I didn't say it hit Nesar. That sentence was to inform everyone that Lacessa is close to Nesar.

[Salviur]

The guard heard the footsteps of people close by...they were survivors! He smashed the bell with the hilt of the sword. Dong! Dong! The men quickly left their tasks and grabbed their swords. The survivors were a rag-tag bunch, Con ordered the men to stand down. Several were wounded and one was missing an arm. We were attacked said the leader of the group.

[Adi Rajen]

Posting as the Shannarans

Shea Ohmsford looked out at the surrounding mountains from his vantage point in his father's inn. Curzad Ohmsford often allowed his son to do this, as it let him check the surrounding landscape for danger, though there hardly ever was.
"Lunch is ready," called a voice. That must have been his brother, Flick.
Shea rose to his feet, when he noticed something strange. The edges of the valley, which were usually a lush green, were now a dirty, dead brown. Ignoring this, he went down to have lunch.

[Adi Rajen]

Posting as the Shannarans

Lunch had temporarily pushed the thought out of his mind, but it returned to him as he once again took up his post at the vantage point. The dead trees haunted his mind, and Shea finally prepared to take a journey to the outskirts of the valley of Shady Vale.

Leading a horse, he slowly followed the path uphill, the path that only the citizens of Shady Vale knew well enough to travel. The sun was high in the sky, and everything was good, until he reached the trees.
They looked diseased, as if they had been poisoned slowly, and Shea saw a whole kind of "fence" of them, surrounding this side of the valley. Shea gasped as he heard the sound of a suffering man, and he looked and noticed one. He was crawling slowly, coughing up blood. Shea was about to go and help, but winced a something sharp dropped on him. He looked up and saw a cute little squirrel, holding his remaining nut, the other one having dropped on Shea's head. Shea offered the nut to it, but the squirrel stubbornly fled. As it jumped across, past the border of dead trees, it froze, dead in its tracks. It slowly dropped stiffly out of the tree, and landed with a plop on the ground, near the dying man. Shea realized how dangerously close he had come to death's cold grasp, and hurridly rode back.
Reaching Shady Vale in the late afternoon, he found a man talking at the town square. Puzzled, Shea asked one of the citizens what this was all about.
"This man claims to be from the outside, and thinks that half the world has gotten blown-up by something called nuclear energy. Never heard of it."
Shea hesitated. Was this "nuclear" stuff what had happened to the trees? He was about to go and confront the man, when the citizen added, "By the way, his name is Allanon, and he has some kind of crossbow thingy called a gun. It looks dangerous- be careful."
Shea nodded and rushed forward.

[Iievius]

As it jumped across, past the border of dead trees, it froze, dead in its tracks. It slowly dropped stiffly out of the tree, and landed with a plop on the ground, near the dying man

O.o, nuclear radiation can do that? OMG!! i have nuclear power plants! Abandon Ship! jk, but watch your facts

[The Fifth Dominion]

The Kingpin delivered another powerful blow.
"Irradiated?! Of course its irradiated, you dipshit! You were supposed to go around it!"
He backed away, panting.
"I-I'm sorry, boss." Sam whimpered. "I'll go back there right away!"
"You're not going anywhere." The Kingpin raised his silenced 10mm Pistol and shot Sam in the forehead.
"Ok. That is the price for failure. Go get me a ship. That is all."
The mafiosi dispersed and the Kingpin went back to his desk.

[Adi Rajen]

After Allanon had made his announcement, Shea pulled him aside.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, scowling. "We're a peaceful folk. We're not going to go on the run, just because of some disaster that'll make other colonies attack us!"
"You don't understand, do you?" asked Allanon. "The radiation is spreading. In a few days, it's going to cover the whole of Shady Vale. I came to warn you, you even saw yourself the effect it had on the man, the trees and the squirrel."
Shea paused. "Still, why do we have to run from others? Why not make peace?"
Allanon loaded his "gun" and pulled the trigger. It blasted a hole in the ground, startling Shea.
"This is a shotgun. There are worse things out there, rpg's, bazookas, nuclear energy (Shea still hadn't got he jist of it) and others. They'll blow your town apart. The only place that is safe now is the lost druid's keep, Paranor."
This gave Shea something to think about. The shotgun had taken him by surprise, and deep down he was afraid of the "Nuclear energy."
"I need some time," he said. "I'll let you know by tomorrow."
Allanon grimaced.

[Iievius]

Achilles was a member of a scouting party in Nesar, who had been sent to see exactly why the hunting was especially bad recently. Out in the borders of the Dead Plains, was a small, shady valley. There was a man with a gun. A shotgun to be precise. The gun would be a welcome addition to the stockpile, and the town had begun to intrude on their hunting territory. Achilles nocked the arrow, pulling the string back, the bow straining and creaking under the massive force. He sighted only briefly, for his aim was second to none, and released the arrow. The soft 'twang!' was barely audible, even to him, but he nocked another arrow just in case. As the arrow hissed through the air like snake, flying true, he drew the second in preparation. There was no need. The arrow smashed into the gunman's chest with a wet 'thock!' and penetrated to his heart, and the man next to him ran away in terror. Achilles quickly ran down and grabbed the gun, scanning for extra ammo. There! He grabbed it and fled up the path, occasionally looking back to check on the man who had run away. Wow, that guy was stupid. He had run off into the Dead Plains, past the telltale borders of dead, reddish trees and dying grasses. As Achilles returned to his journey, pained screams rent the air with abandon.

[Adi Rajen]

"I think it worked!" cried Allanon. "The hunter has retreated!"
They were hiding around the corner of a shop, having just witnessed an arrow smash into Allanon. Afetr the sniper had left, Allanon quickly hid, pulling out the arrow, which had gotten stuck in a bullt-proof vest. They had tried to stop the man who ran after seeing the arrow, but it was too late. He was probably dead by now.
This had made Shea's mind. "Let's go," he said.

After gathering the townspeople, letting them arm themselves with swords, bows, and take their valuables, the party marched in the opposite direction of the incoming radiation. Allanon lead them, being the only one with a gun. He held his Glock closely, daring any to take it from him. The shotgun was but one of his many weapons.

From the direction the archer had run off, they heard a loud, explosive "Boom!"

"What happened?" asked Shea.
"Let's just say, that "ammo" I gave them had a little... spice... in it... they'll probably find the pieces of that sniper in a few days."

[Iievius]

Achilles glanced back and slowed as the second man, who hadn't run, shook the gunman's body. He was about to turn when he noticed the gunman pull himself up. Impossible! If the gunman was alive... Achilles quickly chucked the ammunition back towards the valley, the box arcing through the air gracefully, till it rolled towards the outskirts buildings, where a small congregation of townspeople with swords and bows had gathered, and coalesced into a mushroom of cloud and smoke. He then checked the gun for explosives. It was clear. He nocked another arrow, this time aiming for the man who had brought the gunman back to consciousness. He aimed for the head this time. As usual, the arrow flew straight, and the man was dead by the time the gunman had opened his mouth to shout, an arrow extending from his eye, penetrating deep into his brain. He was definitely dead.

[Adi Rajen]

Shea was crying, as he saw his innocent brother become pierced. In a fit of anger, he rushed into his father's inn, arming himself and preparing to hunt.

[Iievius]

I find it infeasible that a bullet-proof vest would block an arrow, seeing as the arrow utilises piercing force rather than blunt force.
While a vest can prevent bullet penetration, the vest and wearer still absorb the bullet's energy. Even without penetration, modern pistol bullets contain enough energy to cause blunt force trauma under the impact point. Vest specifications will typically include both penetration resistance requirements and limits on the amount of impact energy that is delivered to the body.

Vests designed for bullets offer little protection against blows from sharp implements, such as knives, arrows or ice picks, or from bullets manufactured of non-deformable materials, i.e., those containing a steel core instead of lead. This is because the impact force of these objects stays concentrated in a relatively small area, allowing them to puncture the fiber layers of most bullet-resistant fabrics.

Sorry about your village. Thanks for the explosives though, if you hadn't god-modded I wouldn't have the means to chuck the shit back at you. Lol, btw, Nesar is 67 hours of travel to Grason Ville, the closest, so you would be about 5 days away.

IC:
Achilles had been returning for several day now, through mountainous terrain, impossible to traverse by all but Nesarians, and hard even by their standards. Though a person had followed him for a while, the idiot was thrown off and got lost as soon as they hit a few hours of travel. It was obvious that they had never tracked before, and were not used to the terrain, as well as blindly attacking. He had even hidden and let one pass, putting the mock gun that many Nesarians took, as a fear/decoy weapon, in front of a small dummy he had made of straw in his image while he waited for six hours for the boy to catch up. The boy had shot towards the dummy several times, each missing, until he was about fifteen meters away, finally hitting a leg. Suddenly, the boy seemed to come right up in front of the dummy, still blinded by tears and anger, shooting it from five meters away and 'beheading' it before taking the gun and heading back, talking about DRUID. Which of course, was the small group of hunters that had decided to split off from Nesar before the apocalypse. If they heard it was Nesar that had attacked and why, it was more likely that they would turn on the Shady Vale peoples than not. Tyler had sent a message when Achilles had returned, and the plan would soon begin.

[Adi Rajen]

Allanon's party stopped midstride, halfway out of the village, when they heard a huge boom. They turned back to see a huge hole blown in one of the town's many stores, and nearby was the still figure of Shea Ohmsford.
"Crap!" cried Allanon. "My ammo back-fired! Thank god we already started moving!"
He signalled for the party members to stop, as he examined Shea's dead body. Then, he looked up with a smile.

Shea stalked the sniper in the woods, with tears streaming down his eyes. Flick! His beloved twin brother had been killed, pierced with an arrow in the eye. (I didn't make Flick up, he was in a previous post) Furious, Shea hunted the running sniper, with his own bow. Reaching him, he quickly drew back the string and let fly. The arrow, with all of Shea's fury on it, pierced the sniper, embedded in his heart. Shea reached the dead man, retrieved his arrow, and took the mans "gun". Then, he beheaded him for good measure, and returned to lead his party to Paranor. He had avenged his brothers death.

They reached it in the next few days, where Allanon met up with his fellow druids. They took in the Shannarans, and in a few days, all the people were at posts defending the ancient castle. Deep below, the druids guarded a stock of guns and ammo. They were a peaceful people, they would only fight if offended. Grimly, Shea stood guard on one of the high parapets, wearing armour and a "gun" by his side. If they were attacked, it would mean war.

[Iievius]

Just telling you that the previous post was because you had decided that bullet-proof vests were arrowproof despite my proof that sharp objects pierce through bulletproof vests. And you clearly stated that it was Shea that was talking to whatever-his-name was. You can't just switch out a character and replace them. In addition, how did Shea get Achille's bow? It was on Achilles back, not to mention that a longbow can shoot up to 350 meters with enough piercing power to kill a mounted man with chain armor, so i'd say Achilles was far enough to escape, not to mention that the people of Shady Vale do not specialise in archery or tracking, and that you cant just decide your character can catch a person who knows the route, is extremely skilled in woodsman-ship, and is not to mention clothed in rather dull colors, as well as having quite a head start, since your people do not usually leave the vale, and he is extremely used to mountainous terrain. It is not in your village specifics, if you wanted to do that you should have put it in your profile. Your people are peaceful farmers, I doubt that your character could even draw a full longbow, and if he could, his accuracy would be shot to hell in a forested area, while my character was shooting from the edge of the forests into a valley. Give up this meaningless attempt to god-mod my character to death. In addition, you edited your brother in the two previous posts. As I recall, he was never in the area but was in that big congregation of all your militia, since "all the villagers" is quite a specific term. And as hunters, my people learn to identify their prey, so your twin brother would never have been shot, and instead it would be Shea. In addition, you cannot suddenly bring in an NPC group of super advanced people, that just happen to be your allies, and, as NPCs, are controlled by you. This is post-apocalyptia for a reason. Please do not godmod. In the first place, if you had not decided that Allanon had to survive and godmodded him into life, then your character would have run off, safe and sound, while mine got the gun from an untrusted and unbelieved individual in your town. However, if you persist with the NPC, know that it is a non-player character, and therefore I can also post as them, since you are the citizens and are also posting as an NPC.

[The Fifth Dominion]

OOC:
1. Shut up. My thread, not yours
2. Shut up. IC not OOC.

IC: <Posting as the Family>

Tom carefully climbed out of the utility manhole. Nothing. He wasn't rolling around in pain or dying or anything.
He gripped his SMG more tightly. There. An old fishing boat.
He approached it, but the Geiger Counter went crazy.
He turned around and inspected the other ships.
A yacht
A Battleship
An old medieval era battleship: a historical exhibition.
The metal hulls would still be dangerously irradiated.
The wooden medieval ship, however, would be safe: provided exposure to the ship was for less than 3 hours.
He threw the tracker onto the wooden deck and retreated back to the sewers.

[Iievius]

<Posting as NPC Faction, DRUID>
Levin was the leader of the DRUID faction. He had received a letter from Tyler, his best friend when they were still in high school, before the split between DRUID and Nesar, about what had happened recently, and why. He ordered a meeting, which he banned the villagers from coming to, and told them of the events. They had become mad at the fact that Shady Vale had begun to hunt in Nesar territory, having known what it was like and moving for the specific fact that Nesar had too little animals in it's borders to begin with. They had rushed out of the hall, and soon the villagers were held at gunpoint, and dragged into the underground. They would be fed, but they had called upon DRUID's aid with lies and deceit. Soon, it was discovered that Allanon was an imposter, one of the villagers, who had come and decided to tell Shady Vale all about the new technology. Levin released a falcon, attached with a note, asking if the Kingpin would like a new batch of 'soldier class mafiosi', and a few basic boat blueprints he had scrounged from the library. The Family could not access the libraries of Ostagar, due to radiation, but when they had sent about their need of a boat, he had rummaged around for medieval blueprints on battleships and frigates. Nesar would not gain help from the DRUID faction, however. Levin had decided that whatever side they had joined would ultimately win, what with their technology and all. DRUID was going into hiding, retreating from the world forever. The Shady Vale peoples would be handed over to the Family, and Levin could rest, at last.

[The Fifth Dominion]

"Land Ahoy!"
"Shut up, Butch, and get down from there!"
With a noticeable hunching of shoulders, Butch climbed down from the Crow's Nest.
The Kingpin looked out to the mainland.
It was like discovering a completely new continent.
Sure, it was marked on the maps, but no-one from the island had been there for at least 200 years.
He ordered his men to prepare to row the landing craft to the beaches and grabbed his trusty Mk.II Combat Shotgun.

[Iievius]

Frank herded the small group of three-hundred and ninety eight men and women down towards the shoreline. Two had been lost, one killed by a Nesarian and one had run into the Dead Plains. Idiot. He waved the green flag traditionally used by DRUID to signify a batch of 'new mafiosi', which were usually sent over by air due to the DRUID technologies. However, this bunch had never heard of technology, and would be dead afraid of jumping out of a plane with a parachute onto the island, even at gunpoint. A small flag waved back, and the people of Shady Vale were herded too the beach where a huge wooden battleship waited, as well as several of the Kingpin's best men, and the man himself. Frank left the area.