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Post by doc on Sept 20, 2012 13:58:37 GMT -5
Tuesday, October 30, 1923
DODGE CITY KANSAS
Caleb hated trains. The crowding, the noise and the inability of even the best curtains to keep the light out. So he was happy to disembark, even though he knew he still had the indignity of claiming his luggage (along with his "special items") and having to find a way about town to get to lawyer. Another lawyer with another issue involving his family's holdings. Caleb didn't even remember his family owning a yard of dirt in this city, so to come out was a surprise as well as an indignity. The crowd rushed about the train station hurriedly, but there was something tugging at Caleb's mystic senses, and something seemed not at all right with the world...
(Perception Roll)
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Post by thorley on Sept 25, 2012 11:53:17 GMT -5
Caleb sighs with annoyance as he disembarks, this was definatly going to be a long day.
[dice=20][rand=2810350097239393543319473397365865978592421221685012215554400663]
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Post by thorley on Sept 25, 2012 11:54:56 GMT -5
A long day indeed, perception not being his strong suit he decides to put that niggling out of his mind. Much to what is likely to be his regret.  (( OOC-> Since we've started multiple threads and I'm no longer stealthing I'll try and pick up the pace. )) |
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Post by doc on Sept 25, 2012 21:29:54 GMT -5
After a too-long coach ride to the hotel, you manage to check in. You realize you're the only guest at the hotel it would seem.
Heading up to your room, the staff move about quickly, trying to evade you. You have some time before you meet with your local farmers this evening, so perhaps you wish to learn a bit more about Dodge....
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Post by thorley on Sept 27, 2012 20:32:52 GMT -5
How big a hotel is it?
Caleb muses that this is definatly an odd situation, especially with the employees evading him. Assuming he makes it to his room to unpack without much trouble he folds up his sackcloth mask and hides it in his pockets so it won't be found in his room, and in case he needs it. He also decides to bring his sidearm with him (.45 pistol, 1 reload). He probably didn't bring the BAR with him travelling, which he might regret later, but it's not a small gun.
He'll head downstairs and enquire at the desk fairly casually (well for crotchedy Caleb at least)
"'Scuse me, seems a bit quiet, and everyone's on edge. Anything going on I should know about? I'm here for a business meeting, but I'd have expected a lot of tourists for all that Boot Hill, Gunfighters type stuff... which I admit I was thinking about checking out myself while I was in the area".
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Post by doc on Sept 28, 2012 9:39:40 GMT -5
It's about 4 stories - not huge, but big enough.
The man at the desk is tall, with thinning blond hair parted in the middle. He smiled with crooked teeth. "Nothing the matter here sir. I'm afraid most of the tourist stuff is closed for the season - harvest and all. Just people tired. I'd recommend taking in a meal at the French Arms - it's round the corner, excellent accommodations."
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Post by thorley on Oct 3, 2012 3:57:06 GMT -5
"Ahh, well that would explain things I guess" Caleb responds "I think I'll take your advice, and check out this resteraunt. I haven't had any decent French food since I came back from the war"
Caleb will tip his hat and depart to try this resteraunt, figuring he'll get a decent mean before his meeting.
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Post by doc on Oct 5, 2012 8:00:30 GMT -5
Caleb gets to the restaurant without any incident, though there's still an eerie quietness over the town.
The Maitre'D is nice enough and efficient in getting Caleb to a table. The wait service quickly takes his order. Unlike the rest of the town, the place is full of the town's well-to-do. They are smiling and laughing and seem absolutely jubilant. That alone would be enough to set Caleb on edge, but he feels something magical and evil in the air. He just can't get a fix on it...
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Post by thorley on Oct 8, 2012 1:12:57 GMT -5
Caleb is starting to get a bit anxious with these feelings of impending dread. He will finish his meal, quietly, but politly, pay (of course) and head back to the hotel to "retire early" before his meeting. While there he will do some astral projection and scout the area, perhaps he'll be able to spot whatver it is that's making him uneasy.
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Post by doc on Oct 15, 2012 14:09:33 GMT -5
A quick astral jaunt reveals the true culprit - many of the city's underclass (servants, waiters, etc) are in fact zombies. The towns people are clearly in fear of whomever has done this.
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Post by thorley on Oct 19, 2012 2:33:26 GMT -5
It occurs to The Scarecrow that Zombies are not too bright, whomever created and controls them must be in a position to relay orders. Simply showing up and trying to muscle a zombie into revealing the plan wouldn't work for obvious reasons, so the Scarecrow opts to pick a zombie and follow it around astrally to see what it does, and see if he can figure out who is giving it commands.
If that plan fails he'll of course have to try and ask some of the townspeople, but charisma isn't his strong suit (well not without a spell augementing it) and he'd prefer to rely on observation.
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Post by doc on Oct 19, 2012 14:01:32 GMT -5
Scarecrow hovers about a Zombie waiter for some time. It is only when it goes into the kitchen at the end of the night that you see a rotund man with a greasy beard and thinning black hair approach. He is wearing a black leather apron across his otherwise clean dress shirt and slacks. The apron is festoned with golden runes and other arcane symbols. The man's beady brown eyes look at you. "...you've picked a poor place to visit, friend." Immediately he casts a spell
(save vs. magic)
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Post by thorley on Oct 27, 2012 1:43:08 GMT -5
Saving throw
[dice=20+5]
Sorry I thought I put up a saving throw before and I guess the post didn't go up properly. :/
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Post by doc on Oct 28, 2012 14:59:31 GMT -5
Scarecrow is able to resist being thown out of the room, but he's finding his senses dulling in this area - that attack has phased him and he's not sure what this dark wizard has planned for him next.
"You are a strong one - whoever you are. But if I cannot find you - my master will. I suggest you run back." The fat man sneers.
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Post by thorley on Nov 2, 2012 17:08:23 GMT -5
There isn't a lot The Scarecrow can do in his Astral form, but his response is a smirk and one of his creepy laughs. "You should be more worried about me finding YOU, and this master of yours".
With that The Scarecrow will return to his body where Caleb muses to himself about how he should have known he wasn't going to be the only one around who knows magic. It also occurs to him that Zombies probably aren't going to be much affected by illusions and mind tricks which are probably going to limit his options for a direct approach. As much as he'd love to just go physically to where he met the fat man and kick down the door, that probably won't work.
It occurs to The Scarecrow that what ever plan these mages are working on relies on them being subtle as they are concealing the Zombies to have them in position for something. Rather than confronting the villains directly he could probably ruin their day by outing the zombies if done correctly. Walking up, pumping a bullet into one and saying "look, it didn't die, it's a zombie" would be a bad idea, especially for his own secret identity, but a variation on that might work.
The Scarecrow didn't come prepared for am advenure, so he has to go to a hardware or dry goods store and buy some rope, which he proceeds to tie a noose on the end of. Assuming he has time he'll invisibly enter an alleyway (hopefulyl one not too far from a phone booth) where he saw zombies earlier, drop a noose around the neck of one (they aren't too bright) and hang the thing from the fire escape.
If he gets that far he plans to call in a suicide as a good samaritan (noone alive would have known he entered the alley). When they find out the thing is still "alive" that will cause a panic of sorts but will probably ruin whatever the mages have planned. The Scarecrow doesn't have the firepower (he brought one pistol) to fight tons of Zombies but the police department might, once they are ready for it.
Not sure how to do that step by step, but that's his plan for the moment so let's roll with it. Right now Caleb hopes to at least ruin he plan without anyone even knowing the Scarecrow was in town (well except for that fat mage). He doesn't have the raw muscle to brawl his way through this, so he has to try and be sneaky.
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