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Survival at the end of the world (a wiki warrior set at the end of the dinosaurs)
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chainsaw 1
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Rolled setting 2: Wikipedia Cretaceous–Paleogene extinction event (well hell, how's that for a setting?)
The world ended in a great red flash as millions of Tonnes of water concaved at the impact site, like ripples on a pond. Disaster struck swiftly—tsunamis and earthquakes wreaked havoc, and a huge ash cloud soon blotted out the sky.
Roll 3-17: Chainsaw 3-2, a chopper pilot for the SAS, and a crew of five arrived in Mongolia in the midst of this literal apocalypse.
"Holy fuck! Pilot, where the hell are we?" a man who Chainsaw knew didn't exist five seconds ago shouted from behind him. The question was legitimate, but Chainsaw wasn't going to answer—not with the goddamn chop hitting his chopper! Glancing at the GPS, he couldn't see anything on the screen and didn't have time to look for landmarks.
"Attention passengers, buckle up if you haven't already. We're going in for an emergency landing," Chainsaw announced. Putting actions to words, he adjusted the yaw to lower the chopper from any more chop. Hard as that was, he'd flown combat flights before, and he wasn't going to crash because of some crappy air currents.
Surprise number one when he sighted a field was the local fauna. Surprise number two was the fact that they were dinosaurs!
"Jesus, is that a fucking brontosaurus?" one of the guys in the back yelled as he saw what a long-necked dinosaur was clearly backing away from the screeching, angry blades and metal of the aircraft.
With a big bump and a shriek of metal, what looked like a herd of dinosaurs ran well away from Chainsaw and his vehicle.
The first thing Chainsaw did after landing was grab his sidearm, release his buckles, and aim squarely at the passengers currently buckled in.
"Alright, who the hell are you lot and how did you get on my bird?!"
The highest-ranking one lowered his hand an inch before deciding otherwise. "Sergeant Pierce of the SAS. Who the hell are you?"
"Callsign Chainsaw 3-2, SAS. Now that introductions are over, what orders did you have before you were on my bird?" Chainsaw asked, keeping his periphery on the privates around him.
"Classified," Pierce stated. Chainsaw had to give him some kudos—gun to his face and he had the balls to deny what was likely important info.
Roll 3-11: Maurice Baak, a "black bag" CIA informant armed with a sidearm and the clothes on his back.
"Hallo, spreek je Nederlands?" a man outside the chopper called.
Involuntarily, Chainsaw looked away from Pierce and his troop to the disheveled individual standing outside. It took that split second for Pierce to grab and aim his weapon at Chainsaw.
Now it wasn't proper to shoot your informer, but Chainsaw didn't like the fact that he had lost some of his bargaining power.
"Alright, now here's what's going to happen. Me and my men will lower our weapons, and you will do the same. Then we chat like civilized gentlemen with no guns," Pierce stated. Chainsaw saw in his peripherals that at least one other man had his weapon trained on him. Whether these loons had their safeties on was a question he wasn't willing to gamble on.
"Alright," Chainsaw said, lowering his sidearm.
Roll 17-6: Battlestar Galactica Vol.3 #5, a very battered comic appears in the grass next to a running Maurice.
The troop all lowered their arms and began unbuckling their harnesses. Looking out, he saw the Dutchman running away into the long grass.
"Fucking hell, hey fuckwit, get back here." Turning back, the troop hadn't aimed their weapons at Chainsaw but had fully unbuckled and were getting off their seats.
One moment the Dutchman was sprinting full tilt, the next a brownish-red blur pounced on him.
In the blink of an eye, Chainsaw had his sidearm out and aimed where the Dutchman had been. It was now eerily silent. Chainsaw had no issue breathing, though the air tasted different.
He heard the others look at him and where he was aiming. "Alright, I'm going back to the cockpit to see if I can get us in the air," Chainsaw said, slowly walking backward to the cockpit.
Sergeant Pierce, now aiming his weapon out of the chopper, said nothing, merely walking up to the minigun stationed at one of the doors and motioning for one of his men to follow suit.
Chainsaw quickly checked to ensure his chopper was still capable of flight. Looking over his instruments, he saw that his fuel gauge was where he had flown earlier, giving him at least three hours max of airtime. He had full ammo and missiles, but those wouldn't matter if he couldn't actually fly.
Looking out the window, Chainsaw saw that the dinosaurs were pretty far away now, but apparently, the chopper was on some kind of hunting trail considering what happened to that poor SOB earlier.
With a few switches and buttons, the chopper roared back to life.
"Sergeant Pierce, are you on frequency?" Chainsaw called over the radio. After everything that happened, he never considered the radio mentally smacking himself; he sifted through the frequencies and made an SOS call.
"Mayday, mayday, mayday, this is Chainsaw 32 aboard UH-1 Huey calling all frequencies for evacuation. Mayday, mayday, mayday."
After repeating the SOS thrice, Chainsaw listened for any response…nothing yet, but he had hope.
"Pierce, you and your men situated?" Chainsaw called as Pierce had never answered the radio call. He looked at Chainsaw momentarily before calling one of his men to get him a headset to hear him.
"Christ, not my finest moment, apologies for that. Aye, me and my men are situated here. Let's get going—any word on where the hell we are?"
Looking back at the GPS, Chainsaw saw absolutely nothing. "No word from above nor any clue where we are, mate, but judging by your focused self you saw the bloody dinosaurs too?"
"Aye, that I did. Couldn't tell you what kind, but they were definitely dinosaurs. Which, mind my French, but this shite is fucking barmy! Dinosaurs have been extinct for millions of years!"
Chainsaw's thoughts were similar, but without any more information to go on, getting the hell off a hunting trail was definitely for the best.
"We've three hours of fuel. I'm going to get us somewhere high up and isolated. We do not want the locals eating any more of us."
With that happy thought, Chainsaw lifted them off the ground into the unknown.
a/n well i was inspired by all weak "island of randomness" and Tetradrachm "a wondrous engine" and thought this would be fun to add to the pile
The world ended in a great red flash as millions of Tonnes of water concaved at the impact site, like ripples on a pond. Disaster struck swiftly—tsunamis and earthquakes wreaked havoc, and a huge ash cloud soon blotted out the sky.
Roll 3-17: Chainsaw 3-2, a chopper pilot for the SAS, and a crew of five arrived in Mongolia in the midst of this literal apocalypse.
"Holy fuck! Pilot, where the hell are we?" a man who Chainsaw knew didn't exist five seconds ago shouted from behind him. The question was legitimate, but Chainsaw wasn't going to answer—not with the goddamn chop hitting his chopper! Glancing at the GPS, he couldn't see anything on the screen and didn't have time to look for landmarks.
"Attention passengers, buckle up if you haven't already. We're going in for an emergency landing," Chainsaw announced. Putting actions to words, he adjusted the yaw to lower the chopper from any more chop. Hard as that was, he'd flown combat flights before, and he wasn't going to crash because of some crappy air currents.
Surprise number one when he sighted a field was the local fauna. Surprise number two was the fact that they were dinosaurs!
"Jesus, is that a fucking brontosaurus?" one of the guys in the back yelled as he saw what a long-necked dinosaur was clearly backing away from the screeching, angry blades and metal of the aircraft.
With a big bump and a shriek of metal, what looked like a herd of dinosaurs ran well away from Chainsaw and his vehicle.
The first thing Chainsaw did after landing was grab his sidearm, release his buckles, and aim squarely at the passengers currently buckled in.
"Alright, who the hell are you lot and how did you get on my bird?!"
The highest-ranking one lowered his hand an inch before deciding otherwise. "Sergeant Pierce of the SAS. Who the hell are you?"
"Callsign Chainsaw 3-2, SAS. Now that introductions are over, what orders did you have before you were on my bird?" Chainsaw asked, keeping his periphery on the privates around him.
"Classified," Pierce stated. Chainsaw had to give him some kudos—gun to his face and he had the balls to deny what was likely important info.
Roll 3-11: Maurice Baak, a "black bag" CIA informant armed with a sidearm and the clothes on his back.
"Hallo, spreek je Nederlands?" a man outside the chopper called.
Involuntarily, Chainsaw looked away from Pierce and his troop to the disheveled individual standing outside. It took that split second for Pierce to grab and aim his weapon at Chainsaw.
Now it wasn't proper to shoot your informer, but Chainsaw didn't like the fact that he had lost some of his bargaining power.
"Alright, now here's what's going to happen. Me and my men will lower our weapons, and you will do the same. Then we chat like civilized gentlemen with no guns," Pierce stated. Chainsaw saw in his peripherals that at least one other man had his weapon trained on him. Whether these loons had their safeties on was a question he wasn't willing to gamble on.
"Alright," Chainsaw said, lowering his sidearm.
Roll 17-6: Battlestar Galactica Vol.3 #5, a very battered comic appears in the grass next to a running Maurice.
The troop all lowered their arms and began unbuckling their harnesses. Looking out, he saw the Dutchman running away into the long grass.
"Fucking hell, hey fuckwit, get back here." Turning back, the troop hadn't aimed their weapons at Chainsaw but had fully unbuckled and were getting off their seats.
One moment the Dutchman was sprinting full tilt, the next a brownish-red blur pounced on him.
In the blink of an eye, Chainsaw had his sidearm out and aimed where the Dutchman had been. It was now eerily silent. Chainsaw had no issue breathing, though the air tasted different.
He heard the others look at him and where he was aiming. "Alright, I'm going back to the cockpit to see if I can get us in the air," Chainsaw said, slowly walking backward to the cockpit.
Sergeant Pierce, now aiming his weapon out of the chopper, said nothing, merely walking up to the minigun stationed at one of the doors and motioning for one of his men to follow suit.
Chainsaw quickly checked to ensure his chopper was still capable of flight. Looking over his instruments, he saw that his fuel gauge was where he had flown earlier, giving him at least three hours max of airtime. He had full ammo and missiles, but those wouldn't matter if he couldn't actually fly.
Looking out the window, Chainsaw saw that the dinosaurs were pretty far away now, but apparently, the chopper was on some kind of hunting trail considering what happened to that poor SOB earlier.
With a few switches and buttons, the chopper roared back to life.
"Sergeant Pierce, are you on frequency?" Chainsaw called over the radio. After everything that happened, he never considered the radio mentally smacking himself; he sifted through the frequencies and made an SOS call.
"Mayday, mayday, mayday, this is Chainsaw 32 aboard UH-1 Huey calling all frequencies for evacuation. Mayday, mayday, mayday."
After repeating the SOS thrice, Chainsaw listened for any response…nothing yet, but he had hope.
"Pierce, you and your men situated?" Chainsaw called as Pierce had never answered the radio call. He looked at Chainsaw momentarily before calling one of his men to get him a headset to hear him.
"Christ, not my finest moment, apologies for that. Aye, me and my men are situated here. Let's get going—any word on where the hell we are?"
Looking back at the GPS, Chainsaw saw absolutely nothing. "No word from above nor any clue where we are, mate, but judging by your focused self you saw the bloody dinosaurs too?"
"Aye, that I did. Couldn't tell you what kind, but they were definitely dinosaurs. Which, mind my French, but this shite is fucking barmy! Dinosaurs have been extinct for millions of years!"
Chainsaw's thoughts were similar, but without any more information to go on, getting the hell off a hunting trail was definitely for the best.
"We've three hours of fuel. I'm going to get us somewhere high up and isolated. We do not want the locals eating any more of us."
With that happy thought, Chainsaw lifted them off the ground into the unknown.
a/n well i was inspired by all weak "island of randomness" and Tetradrachm "a wondrous engine" and thought this would be fun to add to the pile
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summoning's across the multiverse
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1. avatar the last airbender
2.Wikipedia
3. call of duty
4.Wikipedia
5. starwars
6.Wikipedia
7. gears of war
8.Wikipedia
9.gundam
10.rwby
11.halo
12.helldivers
13. battle tech.
14.fallout
15. valkyria chronicles
16. terminator
17. battle star galactica
18. borderlands
19. final fantasy
20. age of empires
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21. witcher
22. fire emblem
23. Wikipedia
24. jjba
25. Wikipedia
26. overwatch
27. transformers
28. godzilla
29. jurasic park
a/n edit ***for wiki locks.
2.Wikipedia
3. call of duty
4.Wikipedia
5. starwars
6.Wikipedia
7. gears of war
8.Wikipedia
9.gundam
10.rwby
11.halo
12.helldivers
13. battle tech.
14.fallout
15. valkyria chronicles
16. terminator
17. battle star galactica
18. borderlands
19. final fantasy
20. age of empires
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21. witcher
22. fire emblem
23. Wikipedia
24. jjba
25. Wikipedia
26. overwatch
27. transformers
28. godzilla
29. jurasic park
a/n edit ***for wiki locks.
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Cleopatra 1
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Location: What used to be Dunston, England but is now the English Channel
Roll 8-6: Dunston Power Station; the demolished ruins of Dunston Power Station beneath the waves of the English Channel. Wiki 8 is locked till Chapter 4.
It's quiet in the world—a mere day has come and gone since the events in the Yucatan Peninsula. The shockwaves have stilled, the earthquakes continue, and volcanoes erupt. The world has changed irrevocably, yet here in the waters, you'd never notice. But today marks the first change, not as a sway of currents but as a pile of rubble and metal displaces what was once thriving coral.
Hours pass, and life begins to explore this new, if uninteresting, blot of rubble.
Roll 20-16: Cleopatra's Barge; Queen Cleopatra fought the Battle of Actium aboard this boat (the Antonia) with 345 loyal soldiers, sailors, and handmaids at her side. AoE is locked till Chapter 4.
The battle was going badly. Even from so far behind the lines, Cleopatra could see it. Her ladies, who earlier giggled, waved kerchiefs, and blew kisses to the brave soldiers, now stood in silence. Boats burned, masts toppled, ships fled, and she saw Antony's ship sailing towards her. Was this the end of her legacy, to watch her beloved flee the field? To see her ships burnt and her people lose their one chance to stop Octavius from attacking Egypt?
She wouldn't know the answer, as one moment she saw Antony's boat sailing towards her, and the next, he was gone. The weather changed—what had been sunny moments ago was now endless cloud cover.
Had the gods abandoned her? She felt the chill in her silk dress.
Looking around, she saw her men begin to panic. She had no time for panic; she needed them to calm before anything untoward crossed their minds.
"Cease thy whimpering! Rally thyselves, your queen demands it!" she cried out.
The crew stilled for a moment but remained trepidatious. She needed to inspire them, remind them of her divine mandate, and show the gods were still on their side.
"Navigator, where are we?" she called to the aged man staring at the cloud-covered sky.
"I don't know, your grace, but by the feel of the air, we are no longer in theWadjur. However, as you can see, land is to the north of us," he stated, pointing north. Indeed, looking north, she saw mountains.
She frowned and looked back at the gnarled navigator. "How do you know that is north, navigator?" she asked.
"The waves, your grace, along with the wind in your standard," he stated, looking at her standard.
Looking down at the waves, she couldn't tell which direction they were going.
"The question, navigator, is why should we go north when we should head south immediately?" she asked sternly.
"That would be my request, your grace," a round man in an apron called. "We don't have supplies for long, your grace. If we are to make it back to the Wadjur, we'll need to fully stock up on food and water."
She pondered this. They had only set out a few days ago with essentials, but not knowing where they were, without the fleet, she needed calm, rational thought. They needed food and fresh water. She had nearly 500 souls aboard, and if they got hungry, mutiny was the least of her worries. The lack of wine would be worse; without it, there would be hell to pay. She'd need to open her own collection to be safe.
"Very well, quartermaster, your advice is heeded. Captain, get the rowers to land quickly; if the wind is northward, set sail."
Roll 16-10: Tony Mirelez, the gas station attendant from Terminator. An old Mexican man who works in a gas station, carries only the clothes on his back. Terminator locked till Chapter 4.
There was a commotion as a man appeared before her, his strange garb alien to most men, and he was old, possibly older than the navigator.
"¿Qué demonios, dónde estoy? ¿Quién es usted, señora? ¡Oh, mierda!" He looked around as the marines lowered their spears. He raised his arms in surrender.
Cleopatra was surprised by the man's appearance and strange language. She held a hand up to stop the marines from skewering him.
"Hold, men, let my new guest speak and plead, for I am a gracious queen," she stated, patting the man on the arm to get his attention. He looked confused but ready to run. Then his pallor suggested he didn't have his sea legs.
"Handmaids, follow. Guards, escort this man to my quarters. I would have words with him. If he doesn't understand you, that's fine; you know multiple languages, and if learning one more helps you, then so be it."
The men followed her orders. Two marines deposited their spears for short swords and led the man after her. Cleopatra's handmaids stood as yet another barrier in case this man had any ill intentions.
Walking almost daintily towards her quarters, the door guards were in position. The closest opened it and waited a moment before motioning Cleopatra and her retinue inside.
Following the guard's motion, Cleopatra entered her extravagant quarters. Silk drapes lined the walls, and gold and jewels adorned altars to both Greek and Egyptian gods.
Turning and lounging on her most plush throne, she couldn't help but stifle a giggle at the man's state. He was obviously uncomfortable surrounded by the glories of Egypt and the displayed wealth, his legs wobbly, his face green. With a motion, she directed a handmaid to get the poor man a bucket. If he desecrated any of her things, she'd need to punish him.
The handmaid was swift, leaving and returning with a wooden bucket in moments, placing it in the man's hands. He looked grateful for a moment before realizing he should be supplicating, not gawking like an idiot. Swiftly, he knelt before her as was proper.
"Rise and speak thy name to glorious Cleopatra," one of her handmaids played court crier while Cleopatra paid attention only to him.
The man's reaction to her name was immediate, his head shooting up, eyes widening. Good, her name was known to him; perhaps a dialogue could be had after all.
She motioned for the man to speak, and after a moment's hesitation, he did so.
"Mi nombre es Tony Mirelez. Su Gracia Reina Cleopatra de Egipto, ¿dónde estoy, cómo está usted ante mí? ¿La historia dice que murió hace casi 2000 años?"
She couldn't understand a word he was saying, and that was fascinating. It sounded almost Latin, but the words were wrong. Her time with both Antony and Caesar had ensured she knew enough Latin to understand Roman politics but not enough to show she understood.
Raising her hand, she ordered him to cease. He did so; perhaps that was truly as common an expression as could be hoped.
"Intelligisne me?" she asked. He looked confused, so not Latin. "Με καταλαβαίνεις?" Again, no change in his pallor or confusion. Not Greek. Curious.
Roll 18-9: Iron, a green six-shooter with a 2x scope is placed before Tony. It has six shots and only six shots.
She saw the thing placed before the man, as did all her handmaids and her two guards. It was a strange piece of metal unlike anything she'd ever seen.
The man stared at it, his pallor worsening. He didn't move, didn't breathe. Did he know what it was?
One of her guards approached and poked it with his short sword. It did nothing. Nodding, he picked it up and presented it to Cleopatra.
Looking closer, she saw it wasn't all metal. There was some wood on the top and back—or was it the bottom? There was an object on its side. The man coughed, and she ceased inspecting the thing to look at him. He motioned to come closer.
It didn't look like any weapon she had seen before, so she motioned for the man to approach.
With shaky steps, he came closer and motioned to hold the thing. Her guard hesitated, but she allowed it.
With a firm hand, the man grabbed it and pulled some mechanism. Was it a puzzle, a child's toy? He leaned it backward and received six bronze things, holding them in his hand and closing the mechanism. He then looked at the thing closer and paled, then looked giddy.
Handing it back to the guard without the bronze things, he motioned for the guard to do as he had done. Curiouser and curiouser.
The guard looked to Cleopatra, who motioned for her approval.
The guard put his face closer to the thing and looked astounded. "Your grace, this thing is a far eye! I can see at least twice as far if I put this to my eye!" He started lowering himself to hand her the "far eye."
Taking it, Cleopatra looked through the clear apparatus at the top, using the grip at the bottom to set it properly. She indeed saw further than normally.
This was a wonder, and she had this man to thank for it. Perhaps in time, she could have figured out the puzzle, but his aid was invaluable. He would be allowed to keep his bronze trinkets.
Very well guard, see to it this man is rested and have him in my quarters on the morrow. I wish to learn his language and he mine.
Little did she know what kind of bullet she had dodged the next few days was sure to be interesting for the crew of the antonias.
a/n i decided to implement a wiki lock so we dont get an overabundance of just one wiki this chapter flowed like water, and it was great really glad I rolled what i did here any who any comments and concerns would be appreciated i'll probably have to include more wikis if the wiki lock is good. oh ad shout out to @Ralakesh for explaining how abreviation works.
Roll 8-6: Dunston Power Station; the demolished ruins of Dunston Power Station beneath the waves of the English Channel. Wiki 8 is locked till Chapter 4.
It's quiet in the world—a mere day has come and gone since the events in the Yucatan Peninsula. The shockwaves have stilled, the earthquakes continue, and volcanoes erupt. The world has changed irrevocably, yet here in the waters, you'd never notice. But today marks the first change, not as a sway of currents but as a pile of rubble and metal displaces what was once thriving coral.
Hours pass, and life begins to explore this new, if uninteresting, blot of rubble.
Roll 20-16: Cleopatra's Barge; Queen Cleopatra fought the Battle of Actium aboard this boat (the Antonia) with 345 loyal soldiers, sailors, and handmaids at her side. AoE is locked till Chapter 4.
The battle was going badly. Even from so far behind the lines, Cleopatra could see it. Her ladies, who earlier giggled, waved kerchiefs, and blew kisses to the brave soldiers, now stood in silence. Boats burned, masts toppled, ships fled, and she saw Antony's ship sailing towards her. Was this the end of her legacy, to watch her beloved flee the field? To see her ships burnt and her people lose their one chance to stop Octavius from attacking Egypt?
She wouldn't know the answer, as one moment she saw Antony's boat sailing towards her, and the next, he was gone. The weather changed—what had been sunny moments ago was now endless cloud cover.
Had the gods abandoned her? She felt the chill in her silk dress.
Looking around, she saw her men begin to panic. She had no time for panic; she needed them to calm before anything untoward crossed their minds.
"Cease thy whimpering! Rally thyselves, your queen demands it!" she cried out.
The crew stilled for a moment but remained trepidatious. She needed to inspire them, remind them of her divine mandate, and show the gods were still on their side.
"Navigator, where are we?" she called to the aged man staring at the cloud-covered sky.
"I don't know, your grace, but by the feel of the air, we are no longer in theWadjur. However, as you can see, land is to the north of us," he stated, pointing north. Indeed, looking north, she saw mountains.
She frowned and looked back at the gnarled navigator. "How do you know that is north, navigator?" she asked.
"The waves, your grace, along with the wind in your standard," he stated, looking at her standard.
Looking down at the waves, she couldn't tell which direction they were going.
"The question, navigator, is why should we go north when we should head south immediately?" she asked sternly.
"That would be my request, your grace," a round man in an apron called. "We don't have supplies for long, your grace. If we are to make it back to the Wadjur, we'll need to fully stock up on food and water."
She pondered this. They had only set out a few days ago with essentials, but not knowing where they were, without the fleet, she needed calm, rational thought. They needed food and fresh water. She had nearly 500 souls aboard, and if they got hungry, mutiny was the least of her worries. The lack of wine would be worse; without it, there would be hell to pay. She'd need to open her own collection to be safe.
"Very well, quartermaster, your advice is heeded. Captain, get the rowers to land quickly; if the wind is northward, set sail."
Roll 16-10: Tony Mirelez, the gas station attendant from Terminator. An old Mexican man who works in a gas station, carries only the clothes on his back. Terminator locked till Chapter 4.
There was a commotion as a man appeared before her, his strange garb alien to most men, and he was old, possibly older than the navigator.
"¿Qué demonios, dónde estoy? ¿Quién es usted, señora? ¡Oh, mierda!" He looked around as the marines lowered their spears. He raised his arms in surrender.
Cleopatra was surprised by the man's appearance and strange language. She held a hand up to stop the marines from skewering him.
"Hold, men, let my new guest speak and plead, for I am a gracious queen," she stated, patting the man on the arm to get his attention. He looked confused but ready to run. Then his pallor suggested he didn't have his sea legs.
"Handmaids, follow. Guards, escort this man to my quarters. I would have words with him. If he doesn't understand you, that's fine; you know multiple languages, and if learning one more helps you, then so be it."
The men followed her orders. Two marines deposited their spears for short swords and led the man after her. Cleopatra's handmaids stood as yet another barrier in case this man had any ill intentions.
Walking almost daintily towards her quarters, the door guards were in position. The closest opened it and waited a moment before motioning Cleopatra and her retinue inside.
Following the guard's motion, Cleopatra entered her extravagant quarters. Silk drapes lined the walls, and gold and jewels adorned altars to both Greek and Egyptian gods.
Turning and lounging on her most plush throne, she couldn't help but stifle a giggle at the man's state. He was obviously uncomfortable surrounded by the glories of Egypt and the displayed wealth, his legs wobbly, his face green. With a motion, she directed a handmaid to get the poor man a bucket. If he desecrated any of her things, she'd need to punish him.
The handmaid was swift, leaving and returning with a wooden bucket in moments, placing it in the man's hands. He looked grateful for a moment before realizing he should be supplicating, not gawking like an idiot. Swiftly, he knelt before her as was proper.
"Rise and speak thy name to glorious Cleopatra," one of her handmaids played court crier while Cleopatra paid attention only to him.
The man's reaction to her name was immediate, his head shooting up, eyes widening. Good, her name was known to him; perhaps a dialogue could be had after all.
She motioned for the man to speak, and after a moment's hesitation, he did so.
"Mi nombre es Tony Mirelez. Su Gracia Reina Cleopatra de Egipto, ¿dónde estoy, cómo está usted ante mí? ¿La historia dice que murió hace casi 2000 años?"
She couldn't understand a word he was saying, and that was fascinating. It sounded almost Latin, but the words were wrong. Her time with both Antony and Caesar had ensured she knew enough Latin to understand Roman politics but not enough to show she understood.
Raising her hand, she ordered him to cease. He did so; perhaps that was truly as common an expression as could be hoped.
"Intelligisne me?" she asked. He looked confused, so not Latin. "Με καταλαβαίνεις?" Again, no change in his pallor or confusion. Not Greek. Curious.
Roll 18-9: Iron, a green six-shooter with a 2x scope is placed before Tony. It has six shots and only six shots.
She saw the thing placed before the man, as did all her handmaids and her two guards. It was a strange piece of metal unlike anything she'd ever seen.
The man stared at it, his pallor worsening. He didn't move, didn't breathe. Did he know what it was?
One of her guards approached and poked it with his short sword. It did nothing. Nodding, he picked it up and presented it to Cleopatra.
Looking closer, she saw it wasn't all metal. There was some wood on the top and back—or was it the bottom? There was an object on its side. The man coughed, and she ceased inspecting the thing to look at him. He motioned to come closer.
It didn't look like any weapon she had seen before, so she motioned for the man to approach.
With shaky steps, he came closer and motioned to hold the thing. Her guard hesitated, but she allowed it.
With a firm hand, the man grabbed it and pulled some mechanism. Was it a puzzle, a child's toy? He leaned it backward and received six bronze things, holding them in his hand and closing the mechanism. He then looked at the thing closer and paled, then looked giddy.
Handing it back to the guard without the bronze things, he motioned for the guard to do as he had done. Curiouser and curiouser.
The guard looked to Cleopatra, who motioned for her approval.
The guard put his face closer to the thing and looked astounded. "Your grace, this thing is a far eye! I can see at least twice as far if I put this to my eye!" He started lowering himself to hand her the "far eye."
Taking it, Cleopatra looked through the clear apparatus at the top, using the grip at the bottom to set it properly. She indeed saw further than normally.
This was a wonder, and she had this man to thank for it. Perhaps in time, she could have figured out the puzzle, but his aid was invaluable. He would be allowed to keep his bronze trinkets.
Very well guard, see to it this man is rested and have him in my quarters on the morrow. I wish to learn his language and he mine.
Little did she know what kind of bullet she had dodged the next few days was sure to be interesting for the crew of the antonias.
a/n i decided to implement a wiki lock so we dont get an overabundance of just one wiki this chapter flowed like water, and it was great really glad I rolled what i did here any who any comments and concerns would be appreciated i'll probably have to include more wikis if the wiki lock is good. oh ad shout out to @Ralakesh for explaining how abreviation works.
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hypatia 1
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Somewhere in what would one day be Wisconsin:
Roll 15-6 Maxim, once the proud general of the Ruzhien Empire, now King Laertes of Ipseria, declared his kingship to Emperor Klaudiusz. He had no weapons and only one arm. valkyria chronicles locked till ch6
"I have taken it into consideration. As proof, I return the armaments you have bestowed upon me as grand general."
As the sword rose and cut off his prosthetic arm, the other blade dropped to the palace floor. Maxim looked up at the emperor, but paused as the scenery changed. Instead of the deep reds of the palace, there was now only jungle and a riverbank. Looking down, Laertes saw that where moments ago his weapons and arm had lain, now rushing water was soaking his boots and breeches.
"KLAUDIUSZ!!! You fool, I wished to walk alongside you as equals!" Laertes cried out at the shortsightedness of it all. Had he truly not known his emperor would discard him so swiftly?
There was a swift pain in his leg. Looking down, Laertes saw something had nicked him. Glancing around, he noticed a school of fish swiftly approaching from upstream. His keen senses told him this was dangerous. Pushing his ragnite enhancements, he almost jogged through the water, but the fish followed with greater fervor. Several leaped right out of the water at him as he reached land. The size of the creatures was concerning; if the whole pod got to him, he had no doubt they would tear him to pieces in minutes.
Breathing deeply, he looked about. If his arm and weapons were still in the water, they were either washed away or guarded by those beasts. Either way, he would need to be on guard.
Roll 19-13 black lizard an average black lizard appears it will drop an item if slain. final fantasy locked till ch6
Before his eyes, a large black lizard appeared from the aether. It took one look at him and attacked, its large jaws wide to eat him whole. Laertes' fist was swifter. With a single blow, the creature died and became some form of dust on the wind.
Laertes breathed a sigh of relief. However, something felt odd. Looking down at his hand, he saw that his arm and sleeve were becoming encrusted with some kind of stony material. No, this couldn't be. He watched in real-time as his entire forearm became encased in this horror. He felt the ghost sensation of his other arm, but he had no other arm. Running back to the river was suicide, but what else could he do? He was to be king; he couldn't be felled by some stupid beast... could he?
Roll 23-15 Paul Sprachman a professor emeritus who once worked at rutgers university he appears at the ripe age of 40 instead of the 77 he is now. wiki 23 locked till ch6.
Laertes couldn't help but feel his panic swell as another man appeared from the aether. Forgetting his pride, he called for the stranger's aid.
"Help, for the love of the gods, help!!" Laertes couldn't feel his arm anymore. Looking at it, he saw it was encased to his shoulder.
The man, surprised by Laertes' shout, turned and gaped in horror as Laertes was encased in stone. Once the stone reached his neck, the man regained his senses.
"Hold on, I'll get help!" the man cried as he tripped on something. Laertes didn't care; he didn't want to die like this! Laertes fell to his knees and began to pray for the first time in a very long time. He didn't care who he was praying to; he just wanted out of this horror.
The stone reached his mouth; he couldn't pray any longer. He couldn't breathe. The stone reached his eyes, and he couldn't see. His mind raced in horror, starved of oxygen until it too ceased function.
There on the riverbank stood a statue of a man, the being who carved it either insane or horrifically talented. The statue, on its knees screaming to the heavens, its eyes manic and horrified, had only a single arm with its hand in a fist.
A little golden needle, the stranger had stepped on and missed, forgotten mere feet away from the statue.
Roll 28-7 battle under a burning sky this track is playing inside of paul's head as he desperately looks for help. godzilla locked till ch6.
Paul couldn't get this stupid song out of his head as he ran. Wherever here was, he felt younger. The fact he could actually run from... what was the term for a man being encased in stone? He didn't know. What he did know was someone needed him to get help. He didn't have any signal on his smartphone, nor did this area look familiar. The big bugs were a bother too. He couldn't see a trail; if they were on some kind of nature preserve, there had to be a ranger or something to help that poor bastard back there.
Roll 26-12 hypatia one of the ringleaders of the horizon rebellion being an ape she is stronger than the average human being but her genetic modifications make her that much stronger and smarter. overwatch locked till ch 6.
Paul, without thinking, ran headfirst into a wall. Feeling dazed, he looked up and saw the second strangest thing today and quite likely the more dangerous. He blinked to see a gorilla in a white spacesuit looking down on him. His mind and heart froze as he tried to remember what he was supposed to do in this situation. Then it spoke.
"Human, where am I?" The ape asked, its voice cold and feminine.
Paul's eyes widened, his mind screaming to a halt. He couldn't say the stupidest thing he wanted to say. Taking too long for the ape's preference, she grabbed him by the leg and began to climb up a tree. His bladder control was gone just like that. He could feel the wetness flow from crotch to belly, then he started to scream.
"Shut up, human. We're at least a full two stories up. The fall won't kill you; it will merely break your bones, possibly give you a concussion. Now answer my question and I'll let you go. Where am I?" the ape coldly stated.
"I don't know, I just got here myself, please let me down. I've a family waiting on me and there's a man who needs help down by the river. Please, I need to get help!!" Paul cried, tears falling to his forehead and sweat leaking through his collar and tie.
The ape gave a disappointed sniff. "Well, just by looking at you, I'm guessing you're telling the truth. But tell me, mister. Oh, my apologies, we've yet to introduce ourselves. My name is Hypatia, named after the philosopher of the same name. What's your name, human?" she asked, her smile showing her uncanny teeth.
"P..p Paul! Paul Sprachman, professor emeritus, Rutgers University!! Please let me down!" Paul cried out, squirming from his uncomfortable position, his face uncomfortably close to Hypatia's.
"Oh, a professor? What was your profession?" she idly asked, giving Paul a quick shake.
"I was a writer and translator of ancient Persian texts. Please stop this. Why are you doing this?" His red face showing blood was flowing to his head rapidly.
"Hmm, oh well, I haven't been on Earth for a very long time or ever, actually. I was born on the moon and raised up there too, so this will be my first experiment on Earth," she climbed higher, the music in Paul's head increasing in volume.
"What happens to a human if you drop them from four stories in Earth gravity while so much blood is flowing to his head? Will your head explode? The tests I did on lab technicians on the moon were a good start, but there could have been problems, false readings and all that. You understand, don't you, professor?" Her smile with her uncanny teeth became predatory. "Thank you for your aide in my research. I'll be sure to put you down somewhere in my memoirs."
With barely a thought, she let go of Paul's leg, his head aimed squarely at a root. Shame this tree wasn't a redwood. She could have made him go to terminal velocity before he splattered on the ground. Looking at Paul's remains, she would need to go down and observe, but that could wait. She needed to find her other experiment. Well, now, from where she was sitting, she could see the river Paul was talking about. Best be getting to it before scavengers disturbed her experiment.
Climbing down, she saw that Paul's skull wasn't whole anymore. He was very dead despite him still being intact. Hm, so the aides and technicians she had dropped from the rafters of Horizon were relatively the same. Shame, it would seem that Horizon's artificial gravity was indeed on par with Earth's. Taking out her notepad, she jotted down the fact and left Paul's corpse for the scavengers.
Taking her time, she grabbed actual trees, not those cardboard cutouts from Horizon. She felt every divot and knot. Taking off her helmet, she truly breathed the air; it smelled delicious. She looked up and saw cloud cover and sighed. She couldn't feel the sun on her skin today, but she would feel rainfall later, she hoped anyway.
Ahead, she heard clicking and shrieking. Quickly climbing a tree, she saw a strange sight: a one-armed statue sitting with a bunch of foot-tall scavenger lizards. Strange, they looked like dinosaurs eating and fighting over several fish. Perhaps Paul was lying about this new test subject or perhaps that statue could be her new experiment fascinating if so, how could a person become stone so thoughrouly shell put it on her docket for now these scavengers would be a fine choice to experiment on.
a/n well that went dark didn't it I'm really glad that the wiki warrior power doesn't apply to just one character, or this fic might have died with Laertes.
and to note what happened to him was rolled and what the black lizard dropped was rolled too its funny his salvation literally feet away, but no one knows how to fix it without the actual knowledge to do so and Paul poor Paul got the first power roll and literally ran into something that would kill him just a matter of what or who and Hypatia was a known trouble maker but that's it, its known that the horizon staff were killed but it's never explained to what end the apes depravity went to make Winston run the hell away so i made her a mad scientist.
Roll 15-6 Maxim, once the proud general of the Ruzhien Empire, now King Laertes of Ipseria, declared his kingship to Emperor Klaudiusz. He had no weapons and only one arm. valkyria chronicles locked till ch6
"I have taken it into consideration. As proof, I return the armaments you have bestowed upon me as grand general."
As the sword rose and cut off his prosthetic arm, the other blade dropped to the palace floor. Maxim looked up at the emperor, but paused as the scenery changed. Instead of the deep reds of the palace, there was now only jungle and a riverbank. Looking down, Laertes saw that where moments ago his weapons and arm had lain, now rushing water was soaking his boots and breeches.
"KLAUDIUSZ!!! You fool, I wished to walk alongside you as equals!" Laertes cried out at the shortsightedness of it all. Had he truly not known his emperor would discard him so swiftly?
There was a swift pain in his leg. Looking down, Laertes saw something had nicked him. Glancing around, he noticed a school of fish swiftly approaching from upstream. His keen senses told him this was dangerous. Pushing his ragnite enhancements, he almost jogged through the water, but the fish followed with greater fervor. Several leaped right out of the water at him as he reached land. The size of the creatures was concerning; if the whole pod got to him, he had no doubt they would tear him to pieces in minutes.
Breathing deeply, he looked about. If his arm and weapons were still in the water, they were either washed away or guarded by those beasts. Either way, he would need to be on guard.
Roll 19-13 black lizard an average black lizard appears it will drop an item if slain. final fantasy locked till ch6
Before his eyes, a large black lizard appeared from the aether. It took one look at him and attacked, its large jaws wide to eat him whole. Laertes' fist was swifter. With a single blow, the creature died and became some form of dust on the wind.
Laertes breathed a sigh of relief. However, something felt odd. Looking down at his hand, he saw that his arm and sleeve were becoming encrusted with some kind of stony material. No, this couldn't be. He watched in real-time as his entire forearm became encased in this horror. He felt the ghost sensation of his other arm, but he had no other arm. Running back to the river was suicide, but what else could he do? He was to be king; he couldn't be felled by some stupid beast... could he?
Roll 23-15 Paul Sprachman a professor emeritus who once worked at rutgers university he appears at the ripe age of 40 instead of the 77 he is now. wiki 23 locked till ch6.
Laertes couldn't help but feel his panic swell as another man appeared from the aether. Forgetting his pride, he called for the stranger's aid.
"Help, for the love of the gods, help!!" Laertes couldn't feel his arm anymore. Looking at it, he saw it was encased to his shoulder.
The man, surprised by Laertes' shout, turned and gaped in horror as Laertes was encased in stone. Once the stone reached his neck, the man regained his senses.
"Hold on, I'll get help!" the man cried as he tripped on something. Laertes didn't care; he didn't want to die like this! Laertes fell to his knees and began to pray for the first time in a very long time. He didn't care who he was praying to; he just wanted out of this horror.
The stone reached his mouth; he couldn't pray any longer. He couldn't breathe. The stone reached his eyes, and he couldn't see. His mind raced in horror, starved of oxygen until it too ceased function.
There on the riverbank stood a statue of a man, the being who carved it either insane or horrifically talented. The statue, on its knees screaming to the heavens, its eyes manic and horrified, had only a single arm with its hand in a fist.
A little golden needle, the stranger had stepped on and missed, forgotten mere feet away from the statue.
Roll 28-7 battle under a burning sky this track is playing inside of paul's head as he desperately looks for help. godzilla locked till ch6.
Paul couldn't get this stupid song out of his head as he ran. Wherever here was, he felt younger. The fact he could actually run from... what was the term for a man being encased in stone? He didn't know. What he did know was someone needed him to get help. He didn't have any signal on his smartphone, nor did this area look familiar. The big bugs were a bother too. He couldn't see a trail; if they were on some kind of nature preserve, there had to be a ranger or something to help that poor bastard back there.
Roll 26-12 hypatia one of the ringleaders of the horizon rebellion being an ape she is stronger than the average human being but her genetic modifications make her that much stronger and smarter. overwatch locked till ch 6.
Paul, without thinking, ran headfirst into a wall. Feeling dazed, he looked up and saw the second strangest thing today and quite likely the more dangerous. He blinked to see a gorilla in a white spacesuit looking down on him. His mind and heart froze as he tried to remember what he was supposed to do in this situation. Then it spoke.
"Human, where am I?" The ape asked, its voice cold and feminine.
Paul's eyes widened, his mind screaming to a halt. He couldn't say the stupidest thing he wanted to say. Taking too long for the ape's preference, she grabbed him by the leg and began to climb up a tree. His bladder control was gone just like that. He could feel the wetness flow from crotch to belly, then he started to scream.
"Shut up, human. We're at least a full two stories up. The fall won't kill you; it will merely break your bones, possibly give you a concussion. Now answer my question and I'll let you go. Where am I?" the ape coldly stated.
"I don't know, I just got here myself, please let me down. I've a family waiting on me and there's a man who needs help down by the river. Please, I need to get help!!" Paul cried, tears falling to his forehead and sweat leaking through his collar and tie.
The ape gave a disappointed sniff. "Well, just by looking at you, I'm guessing you're telling the truth. But tell me, mister. Oh, my apologies, we've yet to introduce ourselves. My name is Hypatia, named after the philosopher of the same name. What's your name, human?" she asked, her smile showing her uncanny teeth.
"P..p Paul! Paul Sprachman, professor emeritus, Rutgers University!! Please let me down!" Paul cried out, squirming from his uncomfortable position, his face uncomfortably close to Hypatia's.
"Oh, a professor? What was your profession?" she idly asked, giving Paul a quick shake.
"I was a writer and translator of ancient Persian texts. Please stop this. Why are you doing this?" His red face showing blood was flowing to his head rapidly.
"Hmm, oh well, I haven't been on Earth for a very long time or ever, actually. I was born on the moon and raised up there too, so this will be my first experiment on Earth," she climbed higher, the music in Paul's head increasing in volume.
"What happens to a human if you drop them from four stories in Earth gravity while so much blood is flowing to his head? Will your head explode? The tests I did on lab technicians on the moon were a good start, but there could have been problems, false readings and all that. You understand, don't you, professor?" Her smile with her uncanny teeth became predatory. "Thank you for your aide in my research. I'll be sure to put you down somewhere in my memoirs."
With barely a thought, she let go of Paul's leg, his head aimed squarely at a root. Shame this tree wasn't a redwood. She could have made him go to terminal velocity before he splattered on the ground. Looking at Paul's remains, she would need to go down and observe, but that could wait. She needed to find her other experiment. Well, now, from where she was sitting, she could see the river Paul was talking about. Best be getting to it before scavengers disturbed her experiment.
Climbing down, she saw that Paul's skull wasn't whole anymore. He was very dead despite him still being intact. Hm, so the aides and technicians she had dropped from the rafters of Horizon were relatively the same. Shame, it would seem that Horizon's artificial gravity was indeed on par with Earth's. Taking out her notepad, she jotted down the fact and left Paul's corpse for the scavengers.
Taking her time, she grabbed actual trees, not those cardboard cutouts from Horizon. She felt every divot and knot. Taking off her helmet, she truly breathed the air; it smelled delicious. She looked up and saw cloud cover and sighed. She couldn't feel the sun on her skin today, but she would feel rainfall later, she hoped anyway.
Ahead, she heard clicking and shrieking. Quickly climbing a tree, she saw a strange sight: a one-armed statue sitting with a bunch of foot-tall scavenger lizards. Strange, they looked like dinosaurs eating and fighting over several fish. Perhaps Paul was lying about this new test subject or perhaps that statue could be her new experiment fascinating if so, how could a person become stone so thoughrouly shell put it on her docket for now these scavengers would be a fine choice to experiment on.
a/n well that went dark didn't it I'm really glad that the wiki warrior power doesn't apply to just one character, or this fic might have died with Laertes.
and to note what happened to him was rolled and what the black lizard dropped was rolled too its funny his salvation literally feet away, but no one knows how to fix it without the actual knowledge to do so and Paul poor Paul got the first power roll and literally ran into something that would kill him just a matter of what or who and Hypatia was a known trouble maker but that's it, its known that the horizon staff were killed but it's never explained to what end the apes depravity went to make Winston run the hell away so i made her a mad scientist.
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I'm trying a asoiaf thing moving from character to character the goal is to get 3 distinct characters in very distinct locations that way I can learn more about an area and what kinda dinos existed there and I don't get bored watching one persons pov for an entire story I'll probably head back to either chainsaw or Cleopatra next chapter as for the weather I put down that the sun wasn't shining and the next rainfall is most definitely gonna suck for hypatia.
The jumping was situational I promise if Laertes hadn't gotten progressive stone debuff he would have been the main character of this chapter.
Jeez an intelligent and enhanced gorilla that dislikes humans is going to be a pain. Thankfully irl dinosaurs were also basically nightmare fuel with instincts pushed to the max so the dinos are probably a bigger threat here. I wouldn't be surprised if some superhuman start popping up or some wacky tech.
A super human was summoned Laertes was a super soldier with what is essentially magic and you saw how his story is going.
chainsaw 2
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Somewhere in what would once be Southern Mongolia, with a grunt of effort, an axe fell on an outlying branch. Looking up, Chainsaw glanced into the rain upon the bare fortification that was once his chopper. With a sigh of annoyance, he continued chopping.
Chainsaw was having a pretty rough week. First, he was transported to this place out in the middle of nowhere, saw a guy get jumped and eaten by dinosaurs, then he had to land on a crappy hill out in the middle of nowhere all for lack of fuel.
The chopper, now almost useless save for shelter, had its weapons and munitions scavenged. In total, there were six of them, so the sleeping area was a bit cramped but tolerable if at least one guy stood guard on the roof of the chopper at night.
As for weapons, there were five L119A1 rifles, each with four magazines for spares, so 25 magazines in total. One minigun with a tripod was moved to the roof; that one had a 5000-shot linked belt, so more bullets for that one than all the others. Then there were the sidearms: six Glock 17s with four magazines each.
Then there were the tools: six knives and five packs full of tools and food. The chopper's supplies included one fire extinguisher, a big medkit, and a defibrillator.
The chopper's battery and wiring had to be jealously hoarded because everyone knew once those resources were gone, they'd have to rely almost entirely on firelight. The radio was only allowed to transmit an SOS twice a day.
But everyone knew that was a fool's hope.
They had enough MREs for another few days, so for now, the local game was of secondary necessity. The main priority was shelter from the roaming dinos… and the rain.
You would think that after living in London almost his entire life, Chainsaw would be used to the rain. And in fairness, he was, but this rain had ash particles in it, making his skin itch whenever they stayed out for too long. What was worse, they had to bring the minigun back inside the chopper yesterday after the ash had gunked it up. After a few hours of oiling the minigun, Chainsaw was pretty sure it was combat-ready, but they needed to set up shelter properly before they put it out again.
So here he was, in the ash rain, in a clear poncho, cutting down branches to try to build a tower on the chopper. He was cold, tired, and he couldn't hear or see anything more than five feet in front of him. While there were dinosaurs in the woods, there was a private on lookout, but he was one guy watching out for five. Something was going to give.
roll ;7-8 ashman; is transported to the outskirts of the camp having just survived the lambent attack on the stranded camp he is running on adrenaline fear and an empty lancer mk1 bolstering his courage. Gears of war is locked till ch8.
A scream was heard, and the sound of a shot fired had the entire camp in arms in moments, falling back to pre-planned positions, leapfrogging their way back to the chopper.
Chainsaw, stopping so the guy behind him could retreat, saw a form in the trees but no more than that. He didn't fire his handgun unless under threat, and so far, no one had fired save the one round in warning.
Within moments, he was running back up the hill, the next guy covering him. The entire crew now stood beneath the chopper's canopy, weapons trained on the no man's land beneath the hill and chopper.
Minutes passed by as the men waited in anticipation for whatever had made the scream. Nothing happened. Chainsaw heard Sergeant Pierce call over his radio to the lookout.
"The hell did you see, private?! Cause if you wasted that shot for nothing, so help me God, you are staying on latrine duty for the rest of your miserable life!"
Chainsaw didn't hear the reply, but he certainly saw the sergeant's face contort in confusion.
"What do you mean you saw a person out there? We've seen nothing but scalys since we got here!"
Chainsaw didn't know much about human history, but contrary to popular media, he knew that people, be they Homo sapiens or cavemen, didn't exist with dinosaurs. So the thought of some kind of civilization out there that they had missed in the trees was just barmy! He had specifically looked for smoke in the hopes of just that.
Keeping his pistol aimed out, he wasn't willing to test that theory until Sergeant Pierce gave the all-clear.
"Alright men, lower your arms. Chainsaw, you got any megaphones on board?" Pierce asked, looking to Chainsaw.
Chainsaw shook his head in the negative. "My bird wasn't equipped for humanitarian acts, sergeant. We were deployed for pickup, no more. I still don't know what the fuck you lot were doing in my bird to begin with."
Shaking his head in disappointment, Pierce looked out at the woods surrounding the chopper. "If there was any civilization out here in the prehistoric age, it was likely not human. Men, I want double the guards on station until who or whatever that was is seen again."
Roll; 9-14 Interplanetary Laser Transmission System this WMD is now located in earth orbit; it just needs a catalyst to fire it has a single shot. Gundam is locked till ch8.
Chainsaw felt displeased; he knew that whatever was out there couldn't compete with modern firearms, but that didn't change the fact that their munitions were limited. They'd have to wait for something to happen and be prepared for it. They weren't the conquistadores, and he certainly wasn't Cortez.
Roll; 24-8 volume 21 of jjba stardust crusaders is dropped at the ashmans feet; it is getting wet and soggy.
Waiting for something to happen at this rate was a waste of time and was likely going to set Pierce's men off, so he ordered an early rest while Chainsaw and another private headed up the makeshift ladder to take over from the other guy.
After a few minutes sitting up on the canopy of rotor blades and makeshift roofing made out of dried grass and rope, Chainsaw opened his mouth.
"No one's going to get any sleep tonight," Chainsaw stated as fact. The private, not wanting to just wallow in the cold and rain, couldn't stop himself from moving away from the lack of sleep. "So what do you reckon the natives look like?"
Chainsaw had to think about that. He couldn't help but wonder himself. He didn't blame the private for changing the subject, but he decided to mess with him anyway.
"I guess they look like little grey men. We've been sent who knows how far back in time or to a different planet or who knows, so that's my bet."
"Well, I say it's lizard people. These folks need to blend in with the surroundings, and dinos won't look twice at another scaly mug."
Spending the next few hours simply shooting the breeze was a better use of time than just wallowing in the rain.
The man hiding in the trees, trying to keep warm, merely waited and watched these men, alone with only the strange book in his pocket to keep him company.
Chainsaw was having a pretty rough week. First, he was transported to this place out in the middle of nowhere, saw a guy get jumped and eaten by dinosaurs, then he had to land on a crappy hill out in the middle of nowhere all for lack of fuel.
The chopper, now almost useless save for shelter, had its weapons and munitions scavenged. In total, there were six of them, so the sleeping area was a bit cramped but tolerable if at least one guy stood guard on the roof of the chopper at night.
As for weapons, there were five L119A1 rifles, each with four magazines for spares, so 25 magazines in total. One minigun with a tripod was moved to the roof; that one had a 5000-shot linked belt, so more bullets for that one than all the others. Then there were the sidearms: six Glock 17s with four magazines each.
Then there were the tools: six knives and five packs full of tools and food. The chopper's supplies included one fire extinguisher, a big medkit, and a defibrillator.
The chopper's battery and wiring had to be jealously hoarded because everyone knew once those resources were gone, they'd have to rely almost entirely on firelight. The radio was only allowed to transmit an SOS twice a day.
But everyone knew that was a fool's hope.
They had enough MREs for another few days, so for now, the local game was of secondary necessity. The main priority was shelter from the roaming dinos… and the rain.
You would think that after living in London almost his entire life, Chainsaw would be used to the rain. And in fairness, he was, but this rain had ash particles in it, making his skin itch whenever they stayed out for too long. What was worse, they had to bring the minigun back inside the chopper yesterday after the ash had gunked it up. After a few hours of oiling the minigun, Chainsaw was pretty sure it was combat-ready, but they needed to set up shelter properly before they put it out again.
So here he was, in the ash rain, in a clear poncho, cutting down branches to try to build a tower on the chopper. He was cold, tired, and he couldn't hear or see anything more than five feet in front of him. While there were dinosaurs in the woods, there was a private on lookout, but he was one guy watching out for five. Something was going to give.
roll ;7-8 ashman; is transported to the outskirts of the camp having just survived the lambent attack on the stranded camp he is running on adrenaline fear and an empty lancer mk1 bolstering his courage. Gears of war is locked till ch8.
A scream was heard, and the sound of a shot fired had the entire camp in arms in moments, falling back to pre-planned positions, leapfrogging their way back to the chopper.
Chainsaw, stopping so the guy behind him could retreat, saw a form in the trees but no more than that. He didn't fire his handgun unless under threat, and so far, no one had fired save the one round in warning.
Within moments, he was running back up the hill, the next guy covering him. The entire crew now stood beneath the chopper's canopy, weapons trained on the no man's land beneath the hill and chopper.
Minutes passed by as the men waited in anticipation for whatever had made the scream. Nothing happened. Chainsaw heard Sergeant Pierce call over his radio to the lookout.
"The hell did you see, private?! Cause if you wasted that shot for nothing, so help me God, you are staying on latrine duty for the rest of your miserable life!"
Chainsaw didn't hear the reply, but he certainly saw the sergeant's face contort in confusion.
"What do you mean you saw a person out there? We've seen nothing but scalys since we got here!"
Chainsaw didn't know much about human history, but contrary to popular media, he knew that people, be they Homo sapiens or cavemen, didn't exist with dinosaurs. So the thought of some kind of civilization out there that they had missed in the trees was just barmy! He had specifically looked for smoke in the hopes of just that.
Keeping his pistol aimed out, he wasn't willing to test that theory until Sergeant Pierce gave the all-clear.
"Alright men, lower your arms. Chainsaw, you got any megaphones on board?" Pierce asked, looking to Chainsaw.
Chainsaw shook his head in the negative. "My bird wasn't equipped for humanitarian acts, sergeant. We were deployed for pickup, no more. I still don't know what the fuck you lot were doing in my bird to begin with."
Shaking his head in disappointment, Pierce looked out at the woods surrounding the chopper. "If there was any civilization out here in the prehistoric age, it was likely not human. Men, I want double the guards on station until who or whatever that was is seen again."
Roll; 9-14 Interplanetary Laser Transmission System this WMD is now located in earth orbit; it just needs a catalyst to fire it has a single shot. Gundam is locked till ch8.
Chainsaw felt displeased; he knew that whatever was out there couldn't compete with modern firearms, but that didn't change the fact that their munitions were limited. They'd have to wait for something to happen and be prepared for it. They weren't the conquistadores, and he certainly wasn't Cortez.
Roll; 24-8 volume 21 of jjba stardust crusaders is dropped at the ashmans feet; it is getting wet and soggy.
Waiting for something to happen at this rate was a waste of time and was likely going to set Pierce's men off, so he ordered an early rest while Chainsaw and another private headed up the makeshift ladder to take over from the other guy.
After a few minutes sitting up on the canopy of rotor blades and makeshift roofing made out of dried grass and rope, Chainsaw opened his mouth.
"No one's going to get any sleep tonight," Chainsaw stated as fact. The private, not wanting to just wallow in the cold and rain, couldn't stop himself from moving away from the lack of sleep. "So what do you reckon the natives look like?"
Chainsaw had to think about that. He couldn't help but wonder himself. He didn't blame the private for changing the subject, but he decided to mess with him anyway.
"I guess they look like little grey men. We've been sent who knows how far back in time or to a different planet or who knows, so that's my bet."
"Well, I say it's lizard people. These folks need to blend in with the surroundings, and dinos won't look twice at another scaly mug."
Spending the next few hours simply shooting the breeze was a better use of time than just wallowing in the rain.
The man hiding in the trees, trying to keep warm, merely waited and watched these men, alone with only the strange book in his pocket to keep him company.
cleopatra 2
New
In what would one day be Edinburgh, Scotland, the sea had not been kind. Waves and rain had crashed harshly against the Antonias for the better part of two days. The men were tired and irritable; one man had fallen overboard and was assumed lost.
Her guards had been more watchful of the sailors than of her new guest, which was saying something. She had lent out the far eye to the captain to try to find a port, but so far, nothing had been seen or found. They needed to find a port or cove if they wanted to gather supplies.
It took another two days to find a cove capable of holding the Antonias. Over those four days, she had begun to learn her guest's language.
"Mi nombre es Tony, tu nombre es Cleopatra." It had started simply from the fact that he knew her name and could say it. If accented, it meant he could learn.
"Asmei Cleopatra wasimke Tonny." She had learned that this man's name was Tony, short for Antonio, and there was a connection to Latin she couldn't ignore. She could learn his story once they could both have a true dialogue.
She felt the boat lurch to a stop with a loud knock. The guard opened the door to a messenger, who bowed before her and spoke.
"Your grace, we've weighed anchor in a cove. We're preparing a landing party now, your grace." Cleopatra knew he would not leave unless she dismissed him. As she thought about what to say, a great roar from above decks cut her line of thought. Looking at the planks above her, she began to hear cursing and crying from her men. Raising herself, she gathered her retinue and moved to see what was happening. As she passed the crew deck and rowers, she came to the door leading outside. There she saw many of her soldiers and sailors staring, gobsmacked, at something she couldn't yet see. Fools—were they trying to capsize the Antonias?
"Remove thyselves, knaves, lest you doom us all with thy ignorance and capsize the Antonias!" she called out, hoping that would remind them of where they were and what would happen if they lost the boat.
The sailors, realizing how many of them were there and how the ship seemed to angle some at their combined weight, moved with all haste, leaving what was on the shore to Cleopatra's eyes. To her right, she heard Tony's muttered, disbelieving cry of "T-rex!"
Whatever it was called, it was large and imposing, easily head and shoulders higher than the Antonias. It stood on two powerful legs with a pair of seemingly irrelevant arms. It was looking at her. It was maybe 20 meters from the Antonias, on the bank of the water.
Here, she felt at ease. The beast was truly a monster from the Iliad. Surely this T-rex was mortal, and she felt no fear.
"Scorpions, there lies a beast before us, denying us succor. Your queen demands its death! To the man who slays the monster, a feast in your name I grant. Your queen hath spoken!"
And like that, the men ceased panicking and looked to the two scorpions at the bow of the ship. The angle would be tricky for one of them to hit the beast, but she had faith in her artillery men.
The men swiftly went ahead and began to angle the shot. Two of her best mathematicians were grabbed from below decks to calculate the perfect angle to kill the beast and keep its hide near pristine. Meanwhile, the beast roared in challenge at the boat, and the men aboard roared their challenge back, which seemed to catch the beast off guard.
Cleopatra stood, unbothered by the wind, for she felt it at her back and thus knew her men would strike true. As her men fired the first shot, she was not disappointed. The first struck the T-rex just above the eye; the second shot missed. The beast roared in pain at having its face struck. Within its thrashing time, another bolt lanced out. The beast, seemingly smarter and more agile than she had given it credit, moved to retreat, causing both bolts to miss. With its back to the Antonias, they would have but a single shot before it fled into the trees where her artillery couldn't hurt it. Thankfully, the beast was fleeing in a straight line, allowing both shots to hit its back and tail. Unfortunately, she couldn't fire another volley without losing more precious ammunition.
But all around her, she heard her men cheer at the fleeing beast, insulting it and berating its honor. She couldn't keep track of them all. Her smile only grew as she turned to a gobsmacked Tony, who was looking around in both fascination and terror.
Roll 16-10;Terminator: Dark Fate/Gallery; a set of posters appears before cleopatra.
Terminator is locke till ch10.
And like the Iliad, another mess came to her. What seemed to be papyrus scrolls, yet finer and smoother than any she'd ever seen before, smacked her in the face as they flew with the wind. The only one she had caught was the one that smacked her—an image of an aged woman wearing some kind of vest? In her frustration, she grabbed the scroll and tossed it to the wind with the rest of its worthless kind!
She looked around her. The men were still cheering their victory over the T-rex, but a few had quieted down at the sight of her being attacked by mere scrolls. Those that did moved along quickly and went about whatever duty called for them at that very moment.
Taking a moment to breathe, Cleopatra calmed herself and looked at her handmaid. She was tired and let her do the announcing.
"Queen Cleopatra commends you all for your stalwartness; her grace has commanded that all of you may receive double the wine ration today for your valor."
That was perhaps overkill, but she had promised a feast, and the men had seen a monster off without killing it, so some reward was in order.
Cleopatra moved her eyes to the scorpions and let her handmaid do as she was trained to interpret.
"Both crews of the scorpions remain at your posts as the landing party begins to explore the land for food and clean water."
The men assigned to this task looked slightly less wary, knowing that the scorpions aboard the Antonias would protect them from any further danger.
Lowering one of the two lifeboats down to the water, Cleopatra felt calmer.
Roll 25-11; Spinnenkop Wedderveer. A wind powered sawmill in decent condition is now located on the shore. Wikipedia 25 is locke till ch10
And like a sign from the gods, she saw a building appear with a strange cloth covering and rotating some form of apparatus. Was it a sail of some kind? How fascinating. The lifeboat, seeing this, changed course and proceeded cautiously.
To her left, she heard Tony say something about the building. She would need to double down on the language lessons, for this was frustrating. He knew what that creature was and apparently knew what that building was for. Truly, the language divide needed to be crossed quickly.
She saw her men approach the edifice, and one of her men reached up to the window only to stop midway. Surprised, she asked for the far eye from the navigator, who, not needing it, handed it over with haste. Looking through the far eye, she saw the man pounding his hand and his hand leaving an imprint? Glass… no, it couldn't be. Glass was a treasure, not something—she paused her thoughts a moment, taking the far eye from her sight and looking at it again. Glass. The far eye was made of glass, and the puzzle around the far eye had metal she had never seen. Perhaps if she could… no, focus on the now. She signaled for the flag messenger to relay a message to keep the structure intact.
Roll17-4 Number Eight; one of the humanoid cylon models injured from the cylon attack on the colony's unarmed battlestar galactica locked till ch 10.
He quickly did so, and the man pounding on the glass was made to stop. Her men now surrounded the structure, examining it. She didn't see the man that entered the building, but she did see him leave the building carrying something, or perhaps someone. Looking through the far eye, she saw a feminine form in his arms; she looked bleeding and hurt.
Looking behind him, she saw some of her men leaving the building to help the man row back to the ship. Looking away from the far eye, she saw the messenger who had not left her side.
"Well, what are thee standing there for? Get the priest and medicine man, lest that woman fall to Anubis' embrace." He quickly went about his task.
Watching this all unfold, she couldn't help but wonder if her aid could get her some information about the land they were now in, or if she would need to learn yet another language to bridge the gap. Irrelevant—she had to try, at the very least. Moving away from the boat on its way back to the Antonias, she saw the men inside the building taking account of all they could find. The flag messenger outside the ship declared all clear. Perhaps she should have her men begin the hunt for the T-rex after all, before it stopped bleeding and got infected.
She saw Tony help the man carrying the woman aboard. Good, now she had someone to see to the woman's needs. She had to give orders.
"Commander, begin fortifying this outpost. Once there is a wall in place, then this outpost will give unto us great bounty," she said, looking to the Roman commander given to her by her beloved.
The man nodded and got men back into the boat. Now that the interesting event had taken place, several men simply wanted to get off the ship and onto land to rest from sea travel.
Cleopatra watched once more. She would not leave the vessel until the wall was built. Even so, she still had her own responsibilities to take care of.
Handmaid, go see the rationing of wine. Now that there's an outpost to be built, the men will need their drink, and I do not like to think what they'd do without it," she shivered at the thought.
"At once, your grace," the handmaid stated, bowing and scurrying off to do her task.
Once the hubbub of the deck began to quiet down, Cleopatra proceeded back down to her quarters. She needed to pray to the gods and hope they all got what they needed before too long. She needed to return to Egypt to see her beloved. She ...was tired.
roll 14-15 ; bloody mess roll 1d4 to see who receives this power 1 cleopatra 2 tony 3 ?? 4 roll again roll 3 ??? receives the power to increase her damage with all weapons when she kills something its almost guaranteed to explode in gore.
Returning to her lavish quarters Cleopatra knelt before her small altar, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls. She whispered prayers to Isis, seeking strength and guidance for the challenges ahead. The rhythmic sound of the waves against the hull lulled her into a meditative state, her worries momentarily easing.
As she finished her prayers, a soft knock echoed through the chamber. It was her handmaid, returning with a report.
"Your grace, the wine rationing has been seen to, and the men are in good spirits. She replied.
"good".Cleopatra replied, rising from her kneeling position. "Ensure that the men are vigilant. We cannot afford any surprises, especially with that beast still nearby."
The handmaid bowed and exited the chamber, leaving Cleopatra alone with her thoughts once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that this land held secrets and challenges they had yet to uncover. The appearance of the "T-rex", the mysterious building, and now the injured woman all of it odd perhaps the gods were testing her and her crew as they had done odysseus would she too find her home all but conquered in octavius name? She could only hope for the best at this point..
a/n man this is the longest chapter ive written in forever tell me what yall think was it too much tell and not enough show i think it could be construed that way. Any who thank you all for reading and watching. See yall next week. oh and by the by the t-rex is an offshoot of megalosaurus
Her guards had been more watchful of the sailors than of her new guest, which was saying something. She had lent out the far eye to the captain to try to find a port, but so far, nothing had been seen or found. They needed to find a port or cove if they wanted to gather supplies.
It took another two days to find a cove capable of holding the Antonias. Over those four days, she had begun to learn her guest's language.
"Mi nombre es Tony, tu nombre es Cleopatra." It had started simply from the fact that he knew her name and could say it. If accented, it meant he could learn.
"Asmei Cleopatra wasimke Tonny." She had learned that this man's name was Tony, short for Antonio, and there was a connection to Latin she couldn't ignore. She could learn his story once they could both have a true dialogue.
She felt the boat lurch to a stop with a loud knock. The guard opened the door to a messenger, who bowed before her and spoke.
"Your grace, we've weighed anchor in a cove. We're preparing a landing party now, your grace." Cleopatra knew he would not leave unless she dismissed him. As she thought about what to say, a great roar from above decks cut her line of thought. Looking at the planks above her, she began to hear cursing and crying from her men. Raising herself, she gathered her retinue and moved to see what was happening. As she passed the crew deck and rowers, she came to the door leading outside. There she saw many of her soldiers and sailors staring, gobsmacked, at something she couldn't yet see. Fools—were they trying to capsize the Antonias?
"Remove thyselves, knaves, lest you doom us all with thy ignorance and capsize the Antonias!" she called out, hoping that would remind them of where they were and what would happen if they lost the boat.
The sailors, realizing how many of them were there and how the ship seemed to angle some at their combined weight, moved with all haste, leaving what was on the shore to Cleopatra's eyes. To her right, she heard Tony's muttered, disbelieving cry of "T-rex!"
Whatever it was called, it was large and imposing, easily head and shoulders higher than the Antonias. It stood on two powerful legs with a pair of seemingly irrelevant arms. It was looking at her. It was maybe 20 meters from the Antonias, on the bank of the water.
Here, she felt at ease. The beast was truly a monster from the Iliad. Surely this T-rex was mortal, and she felt no fear.
"Scorpions, there lies a beast before us, denying us succor. Your queen demands its death! To the man who slays the monster, a feast in your name I grant. Your queen hath spoken!"
And like that, the men ceased panicking and looked to the two scorpions at the bow of the ship. The angle would be tricky for one of them to hit the beast, but she had faith in her artillery men.
The men swiftly went ahead and began to angle the shot. Two of her best mathematicians were grabbed from below decks to calculate the perfect angle to kill the beast and keep its hide near pristine. Meanwhile, the beast roared in challenge at the boat, and the men aboard roared their challenge back, which seemed to catch the beast off guard.
Cleopatra stood, unbothered by the wind, for she felt it at her back and thus knew her men would strike true. As her men fired the first shot, she was not disappointed. The first struck the T-rex just above the eye; the second shot missed. The beast roared in pain at having its face struck. Within its thrashing time, another bolt lanced out. The beast, seemingly smarter and more agile than she had given it credit, moved to retreat, causing both bolts to miss. With its back to the Antonias, they would have but a single shot before it fled into the trees where her artillery couldn't hurt it. Thankfully, the beast was fleeing in a straight line, allowing both shots to hit its back and tail. Unfortunately, she couldn't fire another volley without losing more precious ammunition.
But all around her, she heard her men cheer at the fleeing beast, insulting it and berating its honor. She couldn't keep track of them all. Her smile only grew as she turned to a gobsmacked Tony, who was looking around in both fascination and terror.
Roll 16-10;Terminator: Dark Fate/Gallery; a set of posters appears before cleopatra.
Terminator is locke till ch10.
And like the Iliad, another mess came to her. What seemed to be papyrus scrolls, yet finer and smoother than any she'd ever seen before, smacked her in the face as they flew with the wind. The only one she had caught was the one that smacked her—an image of an aged woman wearing some kind of vest? In her frustration, she grabbed the scroll and tossed it to the wind with the rest of its worthless kind!
She looked around her. The men were still cheering their victory over the T-rex, but a few had quieted down at the sight of her being attacked by mere scrolls. Those that did moved along quickly and went about whatever duty called for them at that very moment.
Taking a moment to breathe, Cleopatra calmed herself and looked at her handmaid. She was tired and let her do the announcing.
"Queen Cleopatra commends you all for your stalwartness; her grace has commanded that all of you may receive double the wine ration today for your valor."
That was perhaps overkill, but she had promised a feast, and the men had seen a monster off without killing it, so some reward was in order.
Cleopatra moved her eyes to the scorpions and let her handmaid do as she was trained to interpret.
"Both crews of the scorpions remain at your posts as the landing party begins to explore the land for food and clean water."
The men assigned to this task looked slightly less wary, knowing that the scorpions aboard the Antonias would protect them from any further danger.
Lowering one of the two lifeboats down to the water, Cleopatra felt calmer.
Roll 25-11; Spinnenkop Wedderveer. A wind powered sawmill in decent condition is now located on the shore. Wikipedia 25 is locke till ch10
And like a sign from the gods, she saw a building appear with a strange cloth covering and rotating some form of apparatus. Was it a sail of some kind? How fascinating. The lifeboat, seeing this, changed course and proceeded cautiously.
To her left, she heard Tony say something about the building. She would need to double down on the language lessons, for this was frustrating. He knew what that creature was and apparently knew what that building was for. Truly, the language divide needed to be crossed quickly.
She saw her men approach the edifice, and one of her men reached up to the window only to stop midway. Surprised, she asked for the far eye from the navigator, who, not needing it, handed it over with haste. Looking through the far eye, she saw the man pounding his hand and his hand leaving an imprint? Glass… no, it couldn't be. Glass was a treasure, not something—she paused her thoughts a moment, taking the far eye from her sight and looking at it again. Glass. The far eye was made of glass, and the puzzle around the far eye had metal she had never seen. Perhaps if she could… no, focus on the now. She signaled for the flag messenger to relay a message to keep the structure intact.
Roll17-4 Number Eight; one of the humanoid cylon models injured from the cylon attack on the colony's unarmed battlestar galactica locked till ch 10.
He quickly did so, and the man pounding on the glass was made to stop. Her men now surrounded the structure, examining it. She didn't see the man that entered the building, but she did see him leave the building carrying something, or perhaps someone. Looking through the far eye, she saw a feminine form in his arms; she looked bleeding and hurt.
Looking behind him, she saw some of her men leaving the building to help the man row back to the ship. Looking away from the far eye, she saw the messenger who had not left her side.
"Well, what are thee standing there for? Get the priest and medicine man, lest that woman fall to Anubis' embrace." He quickly went about his task.
Watching this all unfold, she couldn't help but wonder if her aid could get her some information about the land they were now in, or if she would need to learn yet another language to bridge the gap. Irrelevant—she had to try, at the very least. Moving away from the boat on its way back to the Antonias, she saw the men inside the building taking account of all they could find. The flag messenger outside the ship declared all clear. Perhaps she should have her men begin the hunt for the T-rex after all, before it stopped bleeding and got infected.
She saw Tony help the man carrying the woman aboard. Good, now she had someone to see to the woman's needs. She had to give orders.
"Commander, begin fortifying this outpost. Once there is a wall in place, then this outpost will give unto us great bounty," she said, looking to the Roman commander given to her by her beloved.
The man nodded and got men back into the boat. Now that the interesting event had taken place, several men simply wanted to get off the ship and onto land to rest from sea travel.
Cleopatra watched once more. She would not leave the vessel until the wall was built. Even so, she still had her own responsibilities to take care of.
Handmaid, go see the rationing of wine. Now that there's an outpost to be built, the men will need their drink, and I do not like to think what they'd do without it," she shivered at the thought.
"At once, your grace," the handmaid stated, bowing and scurrying off to do her task.
Once the hubbub of the deck began to quiet down, Cleopatra proceeded back down to her quarters. She needed to pray to the gods and hope they all got what they needed before too long. She needed to return to Egypt to see her beloved. She ...was tired.
roll 14-15 ; bloody mess roll 1d4 to see who receives this power 1 cleopatra 2 tony 3 ?? 4 roll again roll 3 ??? receives the power to increase her damage with all weapons when she kills something its almost guaranteed to explode in gore.
Returning to her lavish quarters Cleopatra knelt before her small altar, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls. She whispered prayers to Isis, seeking strength and guidance for the challenges ahead. The rhythmic sound of the waves against the hull lulled her into a meditative state, her worries momentarily easing.
As she finished her prayers, a soft knock echoed through the chamber. It was her handmaid, returning with a report.
"Your grace, the wine rationing has been seen to, and the men are in good spirits. She replied.
"good".Cleopatra replied, rising from her kneeling position. "Ensure that the men are vigilant. We cannot afford any surprises, especially with that beast still nearby."
The handmaid bowed and exited the chamber, leaving Cleopatra alone with her thoughts once more. She couldn't shake the feeling that this land held secrets and challenges they had yet to uncover. The appearance of the "T-rex", the mysterious building, and now the injured woman all of it odd perhaps the gods were testing her and her crew as they had done odysseus would she too find her home all but conquered in octavius name? She could only hope for the best at this point..
a/n man this is the longest chapter ive written in forever tell me what yall think was it too much tell and not enough show i think it could be construed that way. Any who thank you all for reading and watching. See yall next week. oh and by the by the t-rex is an offshoot of megalosaurus
hypatia 2
New
Located in what may one day be Wisconsin.
Hypatia was at once frustrated and fascinated. The frustration stemmed from the fact that ash rains had been coming and going for over a week. Her fur was clotted with filth, and the "piranhas," as she referred to them, didn't help alleviate her frustration. Instead, they made her time harder. Nonetheless, she wasn't averse to getting her hands dirty. She had made rudimentary traps from Professor Sprachman's old clothes to both cull their population and feed her with their morsels.
Hypatia was also fascinated by her good fortune. At her disposal, she had a variety of tools generously donated to science by Professor Sprachman. After all, his driver's license said he was an organ donor. Another fascinating discovery was that he had been born in 1947, and his most recently updated license was from 2014. Professor Sprachman did not appear to be over 60; he looked like he was in his 40s, which seemed impossible given the current year, which was last noted as 2075.
Another intriguing aspect was the statue—its realism and horror couldn't have been sculpted by a mere human, and she certainly hadn't seen any machines capable of such exquisite art.
Despite everything, her roughshod home had the necessities for now. Her simple glassblowing took time, but the hoses and bone tools donated by Professor Sprachman were a godsend. Until she built a proper kiln to smelt metals and acquired proper tools, these would suffice.
The challenge thrilled her. Here she was, the smartest living being on the planet, and she didn't see AI as living beings, thank you very much. Forced to rough it as her ancestors had, or perhaps not, she thought as she went to tend the glass-blowing kit, but still, the thought counted.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the twang and screech of a small creature. And there was her third fascination… dinosaurs. Leaving her dwelling with caution, she contemplated the creatures thought long extinct. Was there a correlation between her arrival here and the time differentials involving Professor Sprachman? She couldn't see the stars and thus couldn't know where she was in time or space. However, her less-than-stellar understanding of dinosaurs bothered her. She knew with some certainty that the fossil records had blank spaces along with missing links between dinosaurs.
Irrelevant; she had more important things to do than simply contemplate, like how her dinner was trying to break out of the trap. Quickly approaching it, she cleanly snapped its neck, untied the morsel, and reset the trap. She then began returning to her home, her unoccupied hand unconsciously touching everything. The sensation of living things, instead of the dead metal and cardboard of Horizon, gave her an unrequited rush every time.
Returning to her dwelling, she immediately got to work butchering the creature using a sharpened jawbone. She began quickly skinning the creature whose hide could be used after she had cured it. She didn't know how to produce leather, but it was a fun learning experience. Then she quickly pulled out the guts; if its stomach ruptured or any waste touched the meat, she would need to discard it entirely. Next, she set aside its intestines, which could be used for tubing once cleaned and dried. She then went about grabbing the edible parts: the heart and liver. Mere morsels, yes, but still quite delicious.
After painstaking care, she placed morsels of meat into a smoker. The leaves in the trees, if still green, would produce good amounts of smoke and heat to dry the meat. Now if only she could find salt.
She still found her own physiology fascinating. Here she was, eating human and animal flesh when her kind were normally vegetarians. She supposed some mutations were to be expected when playing God. She chuckled a bit and readied herself for another long day of improving her lot in life.
Roll 4-20; Cyclic number; Hypatia now knows how to make a cyclical number into the billions. Were she anywhere else, that would be useful. Wiki 4 is locked until Chapter 11.
Stopping herself, she had a random thought about cyclical numbers. On a lark, she decided to name a few to pass the time. Retrieving her tools, she began experimenting with the stomach acid of the small dinosaur. Picking pieces of waste from the liquid, she placed them on a sharp stick in the corner. Punji sticks were not against any convention in the middle of nowhere in some forgotten time. Chuckling to herself at the thought of human laws constraining her, she went back to experimentation. She knew that stomach acid was strong enough to dissolve organic waste but not entirely. Nevertheless, having any acid as a base was a step in the right direction.
Roll 20-13; Dreki, a hammer ship with 40 Vikings, goes down the river, ruining the fish traps Hypatia made.
Hypatia heard a holler outside her abode. Looking back at the path to the river, she saw a Viking longship. To her immense irritation, she noticed that the ship made mincemeat of her fish traps and continued down the river. Swiftly, she put out the fires in her home; all of her work would be undone if those savage humans came barging in here.
After several minutes, she heard a roar and screaming. Perhaps it was time she moved. After all, it would take her time, but she was sure that she could move everything to either a higher place or a cave of some sort. Thinking about this, she couldn't help but worry about her smoked meats.
Quickly moving out of her hut, she began to climb a tree to scout the area for any suitable locations. As much as she'd love to make her home up in these trees, she simply didn't have the tools or manpower to get everything set up in a treehouse, let alone the fact that these trees were not proper bases to begin with.
Going as high as she could, she looked out over the vast forest all around her. In the distance, she saw the longship under assault from, of all things, a brontosaurus. The foolish humans must have angered the great beast and would die for it in their stupidity.
She watched in amusement as the stupid hammer on the prow of the ship and the ship itself were stomped on by the brontosaurus. It was fascinating to watch the humans try to rally, only to be attacked from below as the piranhas began to feast. Perhaps she would look for survivors; a slave or two would probably do wonders, and the metals they had would greatly enhance her ability to survive.
Making up her mind, she quickly began to climb down the tree and moved down her path to the river.
Staying in the trees, she followed the river and the screaming brontosaurus. It led her to the remains of the Viking longship. Looking around for any humans, she saw neither hide nor hair of their miserable existence. What she did find was a bow without arrows—almost useless to her, but she'd have to make do with what was found. The brontosaurus was calming down now, so she wouldn't need to worry about the creature thrashing about and crushing her. Looking around the shore, she searched for metal, be it armor or weapons. Following the stream, she couldn't help but feel a bit exposed. Her black and matted fur was good camouflage to confuse humans, but to a large predator, she'd be as vulnerable as a 500-pound ape to an elephant or tiger.
"I'm starting to hate being on equal footing with my food," she muttered. Her voice was scratchy after not being used for several days. "Er det noen som fortsatt er i live!? Bror?! Bjørn?! Kaptein? Noen?!" She stopped, looked around, and quietly moved toward the distant voice.
Roll 12-2; Bile Spitter; A single bile spitter spawned in front of the scared Norseman. Helldivers locked until Chapter 11.
With the cry of something chittering, she heard a scuffle. Looking into the patch of forest, she saw what looked like a massive bug leaping on top of the Viking. The Viking, taken completely by surprise, had some form of liquid spewed on his face. Hypatia heard a sizzling sound. She saw his body spasm, then twitch, then lay on its back as the bug began to eat him.
Fascinating creature. Forget stomach acid. If I can get my hands on that beast, perhaps I can use its acid for my own purposes, she mused. Getting closer to the bug, she saw the Viking's armor and weapon lying in his hand and on his corpse. With as much care as she could muster, she quickly grabbed the bug, but its maw opened again to spew its acid on her arms. Unwilling to get injured, she pushed the bug away from the corpse. Her other hand grabbed the Viking hand axe. It wasn't much, but it gave her some distance. The bug, watching her, began to swell with acid; she couldn't afford to be injured or have the metals damaged any further, so she gripped the axe in both hands and tossed it into the bug. The axe went through it in a burst of acid. She was certain it was dead, but she wasn't willing to risk it being like a cockroach or starfish. Grabbing a large tree branch, she ripped it right off the trunk and began smashing the bug's corpse.
After a minute of crushing the bug to a paste, she couldn't help but frown at the waste of this creature's existence. She could have used the acid it made, but at least she had something, she supposed.
Turning back to the Viking's corpse, she began tearing off his leather armor, discarded metal helmet, and weapons. She then tore his jerkin and trousers to make a makeshift satchel.
Roll 21-10; Careful! There's a Swindler About! The bounty board holding this piece of paper is summoned next to the bile spitter's corpse. Witcher locked until Chapter 11.
She heard a displacement of air behind her. Hypatia immediately brought the corpse up as a shield. Peering past the corpse, she saw the strangest thing today. It looked like a bulletin board of some kind. Dropping the corpse, she approached the board and saw that she had no idea how to read the archaic scribbles on any of the… parchment?
Hypatia came to a conclusion: wherever she was, it wasn't Earth, and something was summoning things in this area. Was she the focus? She had more questions than answers, but she was Hypatia of Horizon, the smartest being on this planet, and if she stayed around, she was likely to be attacked by dinosaurs, bugs, or ancient humans summoned from the void.
Turning around, she gathered her loot and began heading home. She needed to plan for whatever might come for her in the future; she would not allow herself to be surprised.
Roll 11-20; Containment protocol; Earth has become a Forerunner shield world. The monitor of Earth, 732-Vigilant Sentinel, located in Kenya with the human ark ship, has sent out its sentinel legions to kill any chance the Flood has of corrupting this world and its charges. For the next five chapters, groups of sentinels will go after any and all sufficient biomass capable of sustaining the Flood. Halo locked until Chapter 11.
With the sun setting, Hypatia hastened her steps to reach her dwelling before dark. The forest felt even more eerie as the shadows lengthened and the sounds of nocturnal creatures began to emerge. She knew she had to fortify her home and prepare for any potential threats.
As she approached her dwelling, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The forest was too quiet. No birds, no insects—just an unsettling silence. Carefully, she entered her home and began setting up a perimeter with the newly acquired weapons and armor. She reinforced her punji traps and positioned them strategically around her dwelling.
she has a lot of work ahead of her and not a lot of time.
a/n well that last roll was something wasnt planning on adding any big bads but there we go. any comment or concerns because the dice just hit legendary difficulty for all of the groups out there if anyone remembers legendary sentinels then you'll know what's in store for everything.
Hypatia was at once frustrated and fascinated. The frustration stemmed from the fact that ash rains had been coming and going for over a week. Her fur was clotted with filth, and the "piranhas," as she referred to them, didn't help alleviate her frustration. Instead, they made her time harder. Nonetheless, she wasn't averse to getting her hands dirty. She had made rudimentary traps from Professor Sprachman's old clothes to both cull their population and feed her with their morsels.
Hypatia was also fascinated by her good fortune. At her disposal, she had a variety of tools generously donated to science by Professor Sprachman. After all, his driver's license said he was an organ donor. Another fascinating discovery was that he had been born in 1947, and his most recently updated license was from 2014. Professor Sprachman did not appear to be over 60; he looked like he was in his 40s, which seemed impossible given the current year, which was last noted as 2075.
Another intriguing aspect was the statue—its realism and horror couldn't have been sculpted by a mere human, and she certainly hadn't seen any machines capable of such exquisite art.
Despite everything, her roughshod home had the necessities for now. Her simple glassblowing took time, but the hoses and bone tools donated by Professor Sprachman were a godsend. Until she built a proper kiln to smelt metals and acquired proper tools, these would suffice.
The challenge thrilled her. Here she was, the smartest living being on the planet, and she didn't see AI as living beings, thank you very much. Forced to rough it as her ancestors had, or perhaps not, she thought as she went to tend the glass-blowing kit, but still, the thought counted.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the twang and screech of a small creature. And there was her third fascination… dinosaurs. Leaving her dwelling with caution, she contemplated the creatures thought long extinct. Was there a correlation between her arrival here and the time differentials involving Professor Sprachman? She couldn't see the stars and thus couldn't know where she was in time or space. However, her less-than-stellar understanding of dinosaurs bothered her. She knew with some certainty that the fossil records had blank spaces along with missing links between dinosaurs.
Irrelevant; she had more important things to do than simply contemplate, like how her dinner was trying to break out of the trap. Quickly approaching it, she cleanly snapped its neck, untied the morsel, and reset the trap. She then began returning to her home, her unoccupied hand unconsciously touching everything. The sensation of living things, instead of the dead metal and cardboard of Horizon, gave her an unrequited rush every time.
Returning to her dwelling, she immediately got to work butchering the creature using a sharpened jawbone. She began quickly skinning the creature whose hide could be used after she had cured it. She didn't know how to produce leather, but it was a fun learning experience. Then she quickly pulled out the guts; if its stomach ruptured or any waste touched the meat, she would need to discard it entirely. Next, she set aside its intestines, which could be used for tubing once cleaned and dried. She then went about grabbing the edible parts: the heart and liver. Mere morsels, yes, but still quite delicious.
After painstaking care, she placed morsels of meat into a smoker. The leaves in the trees, if still green, would produce good amounts of smoke and heat to dry the meat. Now if only she could find salt.
She still found her own physiology fascinating. Here she was, eating human and animal flesh when her kind were normally vegetarians. She supposed some mutations were to be expected when playing God. She chuckled a bit and readied herself for another long day of improving her lot in life.
Roll 4-20; Cyclic number; Hypatia now knows how to make a cyclical number into the billions. Were she anywhere else, that would be useful. Wiki 4 is locked until Chapter 11.
Stopping herself, she had a random thought about cyclical numbers. On a lark, she decided to name a few to pass the time. Retrieving her tools, she began experimenting with the stomach acid of the small dinosaur. Picking pieces of waste from the liquid, she placed them on a sharp stick in the corner. Punji sticks were not against any convention in the middle of nowhere in some forgotten time. Chuckling to herself at the thought of human laws constraining her, she went back to experimentation. She knew that stomach acid was strong enough to dissolve organic waste but not entirely. Nevertheless, having any acid as a base was a step in the right direction.
Roll 20-13; Dreki, a hammer ship with 40 Vikings, goes down the river, ruining the fish traps Hypatia made.
Hypatia heard a holler outside her abode. Looking back at the path to the river, she saw a Viking longship. To her immense irritation, she noticed that the ship made mincemeat of her fish traps and continued down the river. Swiftly, she put out the fires in her home; all of her work would be undone if those savage humans came barging in here.
After several minutes, she heard a roar and screaming. Perhaps it was time she moved. After all, it would take her time, but she was sure that she could move everything to either a higher place or a cave of some sort. Thinking about this, she couldn't help but worry about her smoked meats.
Quickly moving out of her hut, she began to climb a tree to scout the area for any suitable locations. As much as she'd love to make her home up in these trees, she simply didn't have the tools or manpower to get everything set up in a treehouse, let alone the fact that these trees were not proper bases to begin with.
Going as high as she could, she looked out over the vast forest all around her. In the distance, she saw the longship under assault from, of all things, a brontosaurus. The foolish humans must have angered the great beast and would die for it in their stupidity.
She watched in amusement as the stupid hammer on the prow of the ship and the ship itself were stomped on by the brontosaurus. It was fascinating to watch the humans try to rally, only to be attacked from below as the piranhas began to feast. Perhaps she would look for survivors; a slave or two would probably do wonders, and the metals they had would greatly enhance her ability to survive.
Making up her mind, she quickly began to climb down the tree and moved down her path to the river.
Staying in the trees, she followed the river and the screaming brontosaurus. It led her to the remains of the Viking longship. Looking around for any humans, she saw neither hide nor hair of their miserable existence. What she did find was a bow without arrows—almost useless to her, but she'd have to make do with what was found. The brontosaurus was calming down now, so she wouldn't need to worry about the creature thrashing about and crushing her. Looking around the shore, she searched for metal, be it armor or weapons. Following the stream, she couldn't help but feel a bit exposed. Her black and matted fur was good camouflage to confuse humans, but to a large predator, she'd be as vulnerable as a 500-pound ape to an elephant or tiger.
"I'm starting to hate being on equal footing with my food," she muttered. Her voice was scratchy after not being used for several days. "Er det noen som fortsatt er i live!? Bror?! Bjørn?! Kaptein? Noen?!" She stopped, looked around, and quietly moved toward the distant voice.
Roll 12-2; Bile Spitter; A single bile spitter spawned in front of the scared Norseman. Helldivers locked until Chapter 11.
With the cry of something chittering, she heard a scuffle. Looking into the patch of forest, she saw what looked like a massive bug leaping on top of the Viking. The Viking, taken completely by surprise, had some form of liquid spewed on his face. Hypatia heard a sizzling sound. She saw his body spasm, then twitch, then lay on its back as the bug began to eat him.
Fascinating creature. Forget stomach acid. If I can get my hands on that beast, perhaps I can use its acid for my own purposes, she mused. Getting closer to the bug, she saw the Viking's armor and weapon lying in his hand and on his corpse. With as much care as she could muster, she quickly grabbed the bug, but its maw opened again to spew its acid on her arms. Unwilling to get injured, she pushed the bug away from the corpse. Her other hand grabbed the Viking hand axe. It wasn't much, but it gave her some distance. The bug, watching her, began to swell with acid; she couldn't afford to be injured or have the metals damaged any further, so she gripped the axe in both hands and tossed it into the bug. The axe went through it in a burst of acid. She was certain it was dead, but she wasn't willing to risk it being like a cockroach or starfish. Grabbing a large tree branch, she ripped it right off the trunk and began smashing the bug's corpse.
After a minute of crushing the bug to a paste, she couldn't help but frown at the waste of this creature's existence. She could have used the acid it made, but at least she had something, she supposed.
Turning back to the Viking's corpse, she began tearing off his leather armor, discarded metal helmet, and weapons. She then tore his jerkin and trousers to make a makeshift satchel.
Roll 21-10; Careful! There's a Swindler About! The bounty board holding this piece of paper is summoned next to the bile spitter's corpse. Witcher locked until Chapter 11.
She heard a displacement of air behind her. Hypatia immediately brought the corpse up as a shield. Peering past the corpse, she saw the strangest thing today. It looked like a bulletin board of some kind. Dropping the corpse, she approached the board and saw that she had no idea how to read the archaic scribbles on any of the… parchment?
Hypatia came to a conclusion: wherever she was, it wasn't Earth, and something was summoning things in this area. Was she the focus? She had more questions than answers, but she was Hypatia of Horizon, the smartest being on this planet, and if she stayed around, she was likely to be attacked by dinosaurs, bugs, or ancient humans summoned from the void.
Turning around, she gathered her loot and began heading home. She needed to plan for whatever might come for her in the future; she would not allow herself to be surprised.
Roll 11-20; Containment protocol; Earth has become a Forerunner shield world. The monitor of Earth, 732-Vigilant Sentinel, located in Kenya with the human ark ship, has sent out its sentinel legions to kill any chance the Flood has of corrupting this world and its charges. For the next five chapters, groups of sentinels will go after any and all sufficient biomass capable of sustaining the Flood. Halo locked until Chapter 11.
With the sun setting, Hypatia hastened her steps to reach her dwelling before dark. The forest felt even more eerie as the shadows lengthened and the sounds of nocturnal creatures began to emerge. She knew she had to fortify her home and prepare for any potential threats.
As she approached her dwelling, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The forest was too quiet. No birds, no insects—just an unsettling silence. Carefully, she entered her home and began setting up a perimeter with the newly acquired weapons and armor. She reinforced her punji traps and positioned them strategically around her dwelling.
she has a lot of work ahead of her and not a lot of time.
a/n well that last roll was something wasnt planning on adding any big bads but there we go. any comment or concerns because the dice just hit legendary difficulty for all of the groups out there if anyone remembers legendary sentinels then you'll know what's in store for everything.
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I've rolled the next 6 an I think you'll be surprised