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Crimetopolis wrote:Would Appalachian creatures be allowed? Like the Grafton Monster, The Braxton 1951 event, the Pocahontas Fire Dragon, Hogzilla, panthers, Lizard, and Kentucky Hellhound?
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Grand Petaria wrote:I'll be thinking of a way to bring in my steampunk lore room 1850s into here. Thanks for creativity!
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Caer Lleon wrote:New Dornalia
The stranger was a tall human wearing a poncho and a ten gallon hat. He was also chewing on a length of wheat. For all the world, he looked like he had stepped out of central casting. He drawled, raising his hand to his hat and tilting it politely towards the two women. He had dark eyes and a mouth that tugged at the corner of his lips when he smiled. "Afternoon, ladies."
That a gun was pointing at him didn't seem to concern him much. He very slowly slipped an arm in front of the woman and moved to stand between her and the warmongers. "Well, ain't that something. You know how to make a man feel welcome, threatening him like that." He flipped his poncho to the side with his right hand revealing that he wore heavy body armor underneath it. And that his left hand was holding his own pistol. A sleek black gun with a magazine sticking out of the bottom and a stabilizing bolt, with a long suppressor. "Single shot, is it?" He nodded at her pistol. "6 of them, if I don't miss my guess. Well... as I was walking, I was countin' shots. It's a habit of mine." He lifted his own pistol and sighted down the barrel, gripping it in his hands with practiced ease. "Never leave a woman in distress. Never refuse a cry for help. That's the Tejian Warden creed."
Then he lowered his pistol, pointing it at the ground, but not removing his hands from the firing position. "How about you and your friends turn around and go home?"
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by Parina » Wed Sep 18, 2019 8:34 am
Caer Lleon wrote:The figure may have been a relic from another age. Or another refugee from central casting. Khaki, pith helmet, large rifle... Allan Quatermain in the Flesh. If Allan Quatermain had been a black woman. She was sighting along the stock of her when she parted the trees... and she fired with devastating impact and surprising accuracy, hitting one of the tribesmen in the shoulder. She cocked, loaded, and pulled the bolt back, then fired again, all in the space of a minute. Another cannibal down. Again the rifle spat death, and a third fell, a dying prayer to his Goddess on his lips.
What happened next was probably unexpected. The black-and-tan figure slung her gun back over her shoulder and then began to run across the space between them, cheering her battlecry. Which sounded suspiciously like 'YEAAARGH!', brandishing a knife long enough to turn up the other side if she stuck it in someone.
Kaili granted her servants much. Stamina. Courage. Power. The wisdom to know when they should turn around and flee. The three remaining cannibals turned and fled. There was no rush, after all. Valentine had escaped them in the first place. He must have had the favor of the goddess. They'd get him anyway, eventually. They weren't running away, they were engaged in a highly strategic withdrawal.
Caer Lleon wrote:The woman reached Valentine a moment later, and she shook her knife after the cannibals. "Yeah? Yeah! Come back and have a go if you think you're hard enough!" Then she turned her attention to the person she'd rescued, and slapped him on the back. "Going to take them on with a stick, were you? Good on you!"
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