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Post by Admin on Jun 25, 2021 19:07:18 GMT
Injured, Lorelei drags herself into a Kasaba doorway to assess her wounds. A small voice asks her to move from the door so it can be opened....
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Post by Lorelei on Jun 25, 2021 21:39:17 GMT
Lorelei shifts position, sliding over a few inches so that the occupants can open the door.
She is somewhat relieved to see most of her injuries are just scrapes and bruises. Her head hurts but her thinking is clear; probably not a concussion but best not to push herself for an hour or so. The way her leg is bleeding, on the other hand, ~is~ a matter of concern. The beast's teeth had sunk deep, but had not broken the bones.
Looking to the source of the small voice, Lorelei asks, "Could you spare some bandages? That beast's teeth caused some serious damage to my leg and I do not like how fast it is bleeding..." Her body was already adapting - slowing the bleeding - but the wound is deep and wide, the flesh around it traumatized... .
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Post by Admin on Jun 27, 2021 8:13:39 GMT
"Certainly. Come in quickly."
The doors opens just long enough for Lorelei to get inside the building then it is shut and locked again.
"The dark of night should make your trail of blood unnoticeable for a little time yet. We will be gone before sunrise," the person - a woman in the local Arabic garb says.
The palce looks like a normal home, but an open trapdoor allows Lor to see the catacombs below and a large radio communications setup. A man sits at the equipment reading coded messages into the microphone.
The woman hands Lorelei a first aid kit.
"We have been tracking you and your band since you came to the surface. We didn't know what to make of you but since the Germans don't care for you then you are a friend of ours."
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Post by Lorelei on Jun 27, 2021 9:10:21 GMT
Lorelei accepts the first aid kit and bandages her leg.
"These Germans are responsible for the fall of my uncle Gerard, and the absence of his son, Dorian," she says. "I agreed to help Dorian's wife seek her husband here, but my first intent is to find my uncle's body and return it to his homeland."
Looking at the woman as the bandages are being tied off, she adds, "If you know, please tell me. Are Gerard's remains still in the harbor or have they been pilfered by these invaders?" .
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Post by Admin on Jun 29, 2021 0:05:54 GMT
"I believe they are still in the bay where he went down with his ship. Wouldn't it be best to leave them there as a memorial to his duty? The sharks and other life will have got to his remains by now so there may be nothing left for you to find. The Yanks will be here very soon making the bay much more dangerous."
The man calls out something in Arabic and the woman replies.
"We haven't much time before we need to abandon this place. You are welcome to come with us if your leg will allow."
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Post by Lorelei on Jun 29, 2021 5:39:43 GMT
"His ship is his memorial. His body, or as much of it as can be recovered, should be laid to rest among family," replies Lorelei. "The bay holds little danger for me, now or after the Yanks arrive, as I am a denizen of the sea."
She listens to their exchange.
"Once my head clears from the pounding it took, I have magics that will heal the other injuries quickly. You have helped me. Allow me to help you." Lorelei reaches into one of her belt pouches and pulls out a fist-full of coins that she presses into the woman's hands. Most of the coins are silver and a few are gold, all are Rebman baring either her or her mother's image as appropriate... Lorelei refuses to take 'no' as an answer... .
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Post by Admin on Jun 30, 2021 0:51:16 GMT
The woman looks at the coins.
"If we menlt down the silver they would be of some use..." she says.
The man finishes sending his messages then throws his codebooks in the fireplace and ensures they burn to nothing but ash. He then begins to smash the radio to pieces.
"Tunnels should be clear now that their attention is on the harbour. Incoming soon." he tells the woman.
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Post by Lorelei on Jul 1, 2021 0:38:13 GMT
"They [the coins] are yours to do with as you please," Lorelei confirms.
She considers using her magic to heal the leg, and the scrapes and bruising, but decides to let her head quit aching so much before trying it. Her leg is well bandaged, and that will do for now. Instead she will draw upon her Broken Pattern, sending effectively invisible tendrils out in search of Pattern users. Once she has a bearing, she can work toward joining up with them... .
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Post by Admin on Jul 1, 2021 0:56:11 GMT
Focusing on the Broken Pattern is a slow and difficult task in her injured state. But she dos find three sources of 'Pattern' in the area. Trying to get any greater information will stretch her endurance even further...
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Post by Lorelei on Jul 1, 2021 1:27:15 GMT
Finding a source of Pattern gives her a bearing and relative distance... that's all she was after. She knows where the city is in relation to the bay, and which way is North in relation to both. The small shift she experienced due to her abduction by the beast tells her which way is back toward where she was when this series of events began, but people and events are moving... She picks one source of Pattern and begins working her way toward it, being careful to remain concealed as much as possible... .
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Post by Admin on Jul 1, 2021 1:41:10 GMT
[OOC: Tie to check the good stuff count and decide whether to ignore it or not....]
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Post by Lorelei on Jul 1, 2021 1:59:18 GMT
[OOC: Zero Stuff plus the latest unposted XP, so... ::shrugs:: ]
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Post by Admin on Jul 1, 2021 2:03:48 GMT
[OOC: my sheet for you says +1. I think some of the times you all have earned XP I haven't completely updated the char sheets. Soon be time to deal out a bit more then I will try to get everyone properly accounted for. I think all the powers and stats are fine but stuff and items might be slightly off.
And I'm just letting you sweat it out for a bit before responding. I guess I'm the mule part (or lack there of) we were discussing on Discord.]
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Post by Admin on Jul 1, 2021 2:12:48 GMT
Lorelei's directions may not be very accurate. In the night there is no sun to take direction from (assuming this shadow's sun follows a path close to what she knows of an Earth), the city wraps its self around the bay so even the smell of seawater comes from many directions of breeze, the beast dragged her concussed body through many twists ans turns of road, and, if all that wasn't enough, the streets of the city wind and wend their way around, rarely following a straight path.
But she does limp her way thought the warren of roads, fortunate that all focus is on the bay and the coming battle. Ahead she sees a large man leaning against the wall at at street corner. He hears her coming and raises a finger to his mouth to keep her quiet. He goes back to looking around the corner.
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Post by Lorelei on Jul 1, 2021 3:01:09 GMT
As a sea creature, Lorelei doesn't use the sun for direction. The light in the relative shallows helps, but she navigates by acoustics, smells, temperature variation, touch [the lateral line system (Rebma pg 226)], and electric-field/magnetic-direction sense [like sharks / bacteria, algae, mud snails, lobsters, eels, stingrays, honey bees, mole rats, newts, birds, fish like tuna and salmon, dolphins, and whales have]... She might not know the path but she knows when she gets there...
Seeing the large man and his gesture for silence, Lorelei hangs back a block and watches him for the moment...
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