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Post by doc on Sept 2, 2013 20:39:59 GMT -5
Silent as a mouse in a room full of sleeping cats, Rex surveys the ruins - the monks have all vanished. That is not a good sign.
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Post by yendor on Sept 8, 2013 15:25:10 GMT -5
1d20+14 Perception
1d100 Investigation
"...crud crud crud..." mutters Rex, giving the place a cautious once over, looking for clues as to where they scattered (and to where).
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Post by doc on Sept 9, 2013 8:02:33 GMT -5
Rex finds multiple tire tracks from automotives, lined with dirt and soil suggesting a countryside location.
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Post by yendor on Sept 11, 2013 17:09:21 GMT -5
"..." sighs scraping up some into his handkerchief, views discretion the better part of valor, and hurries out back to Mr. Tesla's car. "Some good news, most bad news. Bad, they left, but I think I know where to; countryside."
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Post by doc on Sept 11, 2013 19:58:59 GMT -5
Tesla ponders this for a moment. "You will be unlikely to find them young man. They will be careful, we must be vigilant. For now, would you care to join me for dinner?"
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Post by yendor on Sept 16, 2013 7:48:45 GMT -5
"...I would be honored Mr. Tesla. I must say, given your eccentricities, you have performed beyond expectations during this investigation."
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Post by doc on Sept 16, 2013 15:27:59 GMT -5
"As have you." Tesla responds
(Chapter ending here - going to finish Scarecrow's and the recombine the group)
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