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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Radio Room Ambience A muffled thumping rapidly sounds as the face disappears from behind the grate, trailing off into the ventilation before it is gone.
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 Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde MedicHearing her comrade yell, Victoire rushes too the room and bursts in, shotgun at the ready. She sees him looking at the grate but there doesn't seem to be anything there. "What was it? What did you see?" She asks alarmed, not taking her eyes off the vent.
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Oct 2, 2016 08:45
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 Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy KuznetsovIrakliy freezes for a crucial, painful moment. Then he lunges at the grate, attempting to get a closer look at... whatever it was, before it vanishes. It proves futile. The adrenaline promptly decides to leave his system and the tanker collapses to his knees, clutching at the grate and the radio desk for support. He looks up. "Nyet. On ne--" He catches himself, and lets go of the vent. "No. Just... eyes. In ventilation shaft. I called for surrender and it ran off."
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Oct 2, 2016 08:47
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Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic Merde, merde, merde, the thing got away, but it might still be close enough? The shotgun roars tearing the vent grate apart. Victoire immediately rushes to it and peers in but nothing to be seen. "Merde." she utters to herself silenty. "Tout va bien, everything's fine!" she yells to her allies that are not yet in the room. No need to worry them even more.
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Oct 2, 2016 09:10
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood He steps in a circle around the Command Centre, his boots kicking up ash and burnt debris. "Bugger..." he utters with a grimace. Whatever important information was left in here looks beyond saving, they'd just have to hope they get lucky somewhere else. He's busy looking over the destroyed Enigma machine as Kuznetsov wanders into the radio room, having never seen one himself up close before even if it is caved in as hell. When he hears the Russian yell at something, his head whips up in a flash and barely a look is given to the others before he rushes in with Victoire. "Some bugger's in there?!" How the hell were they going to flush him out..? With some answer to that question, Victoire's shotgun blast tears through the silence of the room with the sound bouncing of the walls and nearly causing the pilot to go deaf. He covers his ears instinctively and waits for the ringing to abate some before he looks to the woman at the now destroyed grate, a flash of anger in his eyes. "Doucet!! You will drat well control that firearm of yours in these spaces unless absolutely necessary, is that clear?! Need I remind you that we are to bring in prisoners, if possible?! Shooting this man won't get us the answers we need to learn what the bloody hell happened here!"
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Oct 2, 2016 09:16
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Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic She whirls on Dicky. "Clearly whoever zis was was not in ze mood for surrendering." she says coldly. "Nazis surrender, or zey die. If you want to wrestle him down, be my guest I opened ze door for you." She reloads a cartridge into her shotgun.
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Oct 2, 2016 09:21
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood "This is not a discussion, Doucet," he returns with equal coldness. "That man can tell us what was going on here, something the burnt remains in that room back there-" he gestures back to the Command Centre, "-can't. And he won't be able to tell us anything if a shotgun blast removes his head. I don't know how we flush him out just yet, but we don't harm him unless he moves to harm us." He looks down at the woman reloading a shell into her weapon. If people were going to look to him for decisions, they were bloody well going to follow them when he made them. "And you keep that finger off that trigger from now on unless something's shooting back at you."
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Oct 2, 2016 09:50
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Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic "Whatever you say, sir" she spits that last word out with all the contempt she can muster. Letting Nazis shoot first is how you let good people die. She's seen it before, way too often. Clémence, Martin, Lou, Robert. All of them very close friends, all of them gone because they hesitated. This flyboy probably didn't know what it was to be on the ground, face to face and knife to knife. Sitting comfortably in his seat above the clouds, never having to look his enemy in the eyes. She starts to walk out of the radio room towards main command.
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Oct 2, 2016 10:24
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Grace She assists Yulia in picking through the Vault's detritus. Grace gasps and her back goes bolt upright when she hears the shotgun blast. The tension partially leaves her body upon hearing the shouted A-OK. "Um… problem for later," she murmurs to herself, trying to focus on the work at hand. Investigation: * AchtungBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for Razeam and got ( 3 3 ) Results: 3 Notice: * AchtungBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for Razeam and got ( 4 5 ) Results: 5 Razeam fucked around with this message at 14:44 on Oct 2, 2016 |
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Oct 2, 2016 10:42
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood He lets the French woman leave the room without another word. He'd said all he needed to. His eyes are turned to the radio equipment instead, but he still looks back every second or two to the ventilation shaft. "What can you make of this equipment, Comrade Kuznetsov? Sgt Willis? Anything left undamaged we can use?"
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Oct 2, 2016 10:44
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Sgt. Willis Before the medic can leave, Tim says diffidently, "Room's well armored, ma'am. You get hit by a ricochet and it's one of us grunts trying to stop the bleeding." On a long look around the command center, he finds himself concurring with the Russian. This was deliberate. Which meant- "Deliberate leaving and enough intact machinery to tempt. Touch nothing until I check for traps," the engineer curtly instructs before beginning to move around the room, using his trained eye to examine all the places where he'd put little surprises for anyone on his tail. In truth, when there had been someone in the vents, Tim only felt a vague relief- there was something living here other than a ghost. He'd been starting to wonder about that. He figured the shotgun blast was a little excessive, but hell, couldn't blame the woman. Something about this place was odd to the point of setting Tim's teeth on edge, but if you shied at every scary thing you'd never get anything done. Once finished with traps, he starts following his more explicity orders and begins surveying both the equipment left intact here and in the radio room as well as make a quick mental list of what he could and couldn't repair. 07:34 Mukaikubo !wild d6+2 07:34 AchtungBot rolled a (1d6+2) with wild die for Mukaikubo and got ( 4 5 ) Results: 5 07:34 Mukaikubo checking for booby traps 07:35 Mukaikubo !wild d8 07:35 AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for Mukaikubo and got ( 1 4 ) Results: 4 07:35 Mukaikubo knowledge-engineering to have a look around and see what can be fixed and what the devil it is
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Oct 2, 2016 12:39
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Sebastian The sound of the shotgun in the distance made his hand reach for that pistol on his hip but he relaxed some when he heard the French medic call the all clear. It seemed everyone was on edge and the look of the vault didn't help that fact much. The place stunk more than the halls outside. He wrinkled his nose under that handkerchief then went about the room to take stock of anything that could still be usable. "It looks like they didn't want anyone knowing what was in here" His voice was a bit muffled behind that cloth. he started rummaging around through the things on the shelves and in the floor looking for some information that was still usable. <Animedragonfly> !wild 1d8 @AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for Animedragonfly and got ( 1 4 ) Results: 4 <Animedragonfly> investigate <Animedragonfly> !wild 1d6 @AchtungBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for Animedragonfly and got ( 4 1 ) Results: 4 <Animedragonfly> notice
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Oct 2, 2016 14:48
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A Velociraptor! posted:Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy KuznetsovIrakliy hauls himself up from the floor, settling into the radio operator's chair and spinning it around to the consoles. "There is much good news here. Our Jerry friends forgot to flush the... ach, the radio history channels, before... whatever happened. I can determine what chastota they were using." He gestures at the demolished console--it's the same two-fingered gesture he favors, just without a cigarette in it. "Whole set is unnerving. Very powerful. Very slozhnyy." He pauses. "It is like, fancy. Complex. But so close to British listening post, and undetected? I cannot figure out how. However, this is peculiar. Only to destroy one set of consoles? And so thoroughly? Very deliberate, but I cannot think of why." He shrugs, and stretches his hands out. "However, whether set can be used... let us see." [11:13] <RedeyeF> !wild d8 Smarts [11:13] * AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for RedeyeF and got ( 19 4 ) Results: 19 [11:14] <RedeyeF> Uh [11:14] <RedeyeF> Well So, uh, holy poo poo. I'm going to contact Atlantic Isle and give them an update on everything we've run across so far. Redeye Flight fucked around with this message at 17:57 on Oct 2, 2016 |
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Oct 2, 2016 17:18
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Ronnie For his part, S/Sgt. Thomas seems more than content to let the specialists do their work as he helps stand guard. The sound and echo of the shotgun more than gets his attention, though. He grits his teeth. "What the hell did they do that for?" He looks back at the investigators. "Only one shot," observes Ronnie. "More than one would not be good. One's probably accidental." After a pause, he asks, "Nazis leave us anything in that pile?"
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Oct 2, 2016 18:26
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[15:10] <ambivalent> !wild d8 Notice [15:10] * AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for ambivalent and got ( 7 5 ) Results: 7 [15:10] <ambivalent> !wild d8 Investigation [15:10] * AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for ambivalent and got ( 3 14 ) Results: 14
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Oct 2, 2016 20:11
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Bradley Hewitt "What a mess. They cou ld have been a little more neat about their destruction." He walked into the vault and looked around for any sign of what they were storing in the vault. As he walked through the vault, he heard the shotgun blast. Before he could do anything he heard the yelling and lack of other firearms discharging and gave it no more thought for the moment. "If the Jerries were smart, they would have cleared this room out in an orderly fashion. This trashing of the room is bound to leave some evidence behind." He then began to sift through the debris the Nazis left behind. !wild d6 notice * AchtungBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for Doc_bubonic and got ( 11 1 ) Results: 11 !wild d6 investigation * AchtungBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for Doc_bubonic and got ( 5 3 ) Results: 5
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Oct 2, 2016 20:57
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Radio Room Ambience Victoire's shotgun blisters buckshot through the steel grating of the vent--but peering in afterward finds no trace of anyone having been on the other side. The sound of the shotgun's blast carries some distance before the quiet hum of the power station and thrumming air filtration resumes unabated. Once the medic leaves, Sgt. Willis interjects before the radio is activated, beginning to search the vicinity for potential booby traps. Soon enough, the Ted's suspicions are justified upon discovering that an 88mm high explosive shell hidden behind the main console has been rigged to detonate upon the radio receiving an active current. An unusual choice for demolitions munitions with a curious arrangement for its implementation. Fortunately, with as simply as the explosive setup is presented, a few careful wire snips and Sgt. Willis is confident he has disarmed the shell. Afterward, it's a simple matter for Sgt. Willis to help bring the radio instrument console online--and as power is directly restored, numerous gauges and dials return to activity. Irakliy begins his endeavor to make contact outside of the island, only to swiftly discover that while the radio room's instrumentation has been left operational, it would seem that the actual antennae which it utilized is... missing altogether. While unable to make communication via the purposefully sabotaged equipment, the exercise is not entirely fruitless: by reviewing the remnant settings of the configuration, Lt. Kuznetsov is able to document what seems to be main frequencies in use by the Germans. Though no technical data can be gleaned beyond such, he nevertheless has retrieved the potential means for listening in on the German communications network in the future. Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - The Vault Rummaging through loose paperwork among the debris, Grace begins attempting to piece together coherent articles--but her initial efforts prove quarrelsome at best. Pacing along the detritus of an overturned container, Sebastian's eye catches a small ruptured crate--with a leather-hilted blade sheathed among packing hay. Gathering up the piece, the man finds it to be a seven inch long silver blade with a silver inlaid brace and pommel, its hilt wrapped in old, pliant leather; it seems fairly old on cursory inspection--perhaps one hundred years or more. Over among the great bedlam of documents, Bradley and Yulia begin to gather disparate documents that collectively lay the foundations for a proper investigation. A recurring motif discovered on a fair number of the articles repeatedly indicates the occult organization moniker of the 'Black Sun'--and it would seem that this vault was utilized as a holding facility for later transit to other locations. Among the materials present, it seems apparent that there were efforts made to remove or destroy evidence within the vault itself prior to whatever events led to the base' curious desertion--but something must have interrupted or deterred them from a more comprehensive solution to the undertaking. Though most of the materials left behind are scattered and incomplete, further investigation begins to clean certain common and recurring mentions. Works by the German mathematician Felix Klein are mentioned repeatedly, referring to something later declared the 'Klein Cell' as some sort of containment method. Within these technical briefs there are also repeated mentions of 'Blauer Kristall' following excavations in Sumatra with purportedly remarkable properties for a wide range of engineering applications (though greater details of such are, at least initially absent from the findings here.) Further documentation seems to suggest that despite holding numerous 'Black Sun' articles at various times, the Saxemberg Island station was primarily a Nachtwölfe facility. Bradley comes across a relatively intact set of documentation concerning itself with 'black steel', which seems to be regarded as an exceptionally durable, lightweight metal which is seemingly nigh impervious to extreme temperatures. Discussing the acquisition of the necessary ores, however, swiftly delves into bizarre nonsense as the document's author refers to a 'plateau of leng'. Yulia finds a torn and partly burned scrap of a record for vault internment which makes reference to, at least at one point, having held copies of 'UNAUSPRECHLICHEN KULTEN' and 'DE ORIGINE ET SITU GERMANORUM'. Coupled with such sparse details, she further finds a brief mention of a transport arriving and departing from this location with a shipment of '100ct. Die Gefallenen' with no further indication of the entry. Victoire fires a shotgun shell into the ventilation to no effect, beyond damaging the grate cover. She has 29 shots remaining. Ted discovers and disarms a crude, but remarkably dangerous explosive device, almost certainly saving Irakliy's life (the 88mm shell would have dealt 4d8 damage to a burst radius sufficient to fill the entire radio room with 8 armor penetration negating all possible cover in the room.) In more German-engineered disappointment for Irakliy, after all that it seems they actually removed the antenna altogether from the island's radio array. However, in their haste they did not purge the settings of the radio equipment--and Irakliy is now aware of what seems to be a secret German radio frequency used for who knows what sorts of communication. It's a good find! Grace's initial Investigation is unsuccessful and Sebastian begins with some success on the contrary. However, Yulia and Bradley together have kicked off great success--such that I am generally considering the efforts of the four within the Vault to be an ongoing Cooperative test. There's a lot to dig through, provided nothing untoward happens that might interfere with their ongoing investigation. GaistHeidegger fucked around with this message at 22:39 on Oct 2, 2016 |
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Oct 2, 2016 22:32
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Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy Kuznetsov Irakliy's eyes can't help but bog as Sgt. Willis hefts the 88mm shell out from behind the console. Once it's been set safely aside, he claps the man firmly on the shoulder. "Bol'shoye spasibo. I owe you a very, very large drink." Shaking his head slightly at almost dying to such an elementary trap, he sets to work at the consoles, and is shortly glaring frustratedly at what remains of the antenna attachment. "I was wondering how we could have missed antenna of such size. Now I know. Antenna is probably resting on seabed now." He finishes writing down his notes in a notebook, in the almost-illegible cursive Cyrillic. "Well, blasted Nazis could not hide all their secrets. I have discovered more hidden frequencies. Sadly, I think this is all radio room has to offer us." He makes sure to lock the door behind him as he leaves, in the form of manhandling the hulk of one of the filing cabinets in front of it. "Well. Map room next, I think." [16:52] <Gaist> Also no offense Redeye but putting a burned out filing cabinet in front of the Radio room is not really locking it [16:52] <Gaist> But Irakliy can believe that for his own reassurance [16:52] <Redeye> Have you tried to move one of those things? [16:52] <Redeye> poo poo heavy [16:52] <Mukaikubo> gahaha [16:52] <FathisMunk> should have made a str check then [16:52] <FathisMunk>  [16:52] <Redeye> Speaking as a man who has moved house in the last few months [16:52] <Redeye> !wild d4 [16:52] * AchtungBot rolled a (1d4) with wild die for Redeye and got ( 3 4 ) Results: 4 Redeye Flight fucked around with this message at 22:53 on Oct 2, 2016 |
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Oct 2, 2016 22:44
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Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic "Raah, nothing useful left. Say what you want but zey know how to clean up a place." Victoire throws the papers she was checking to the ground. She couldn't pick out any interesting fragments from the few passages she could still read. Full of frustration at her lack of success and the vent episode she strides out into the corridor. Her eyes fall on the Maproom door. "Let's have a look at zis room, says on ze door zere should be maps inside, someone back me up." She unlatches the door and slowly pushes it open with her shotgun, the barrel leveled at head height." (23:47:24) FathisMunk: !wild d8 (23:47:26) ***AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for FathisMunk and got ( 4 10 ) Results: 10
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Oct 2, 2016 22:47
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Sgt. Ted Willis Ted sets the twenty-odd pound shell aside after pulling its teeth. "No problem, sir. It would have killed me too if it went off." He quickly finishes checking the room, not immediately satisfied that there could only be one trap there- when it turns out to be the case, he says, "Only the one. Nazis rig everything they can with explosives. Seen it a dozen times. This was a rush job," he says philosophically. "If they also failed to cover their tracks, sir, this was probably a very abrupt and unplanned evac. I would recommend letting me check anything interesting before the civilians or soldiers try to use it, though."
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Oct 2, 2016 22:50
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Grace "Unspeakable Cults? Hmm," Grace translates the 'Unaussprechliche Kulte' aloud. She then furrows her brow as she racks her brain regarding the occult text. After a moment, she sighs and shakes her head. "Doesn't ring a bell." Knowledge (Occult): * AchtungBot rolled a (1d4) with wild die for Razeam and got ( 2 2 ) Results: 2 Razeam fucked around with this message at 23:10 on Oct 2, 2016 |
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Oct 2, 2016 23:05
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Map Room Ambience Venturing across the hall from the Command Centre, Irakliy and Victoire enter the 'Map Room' together--and find the situation a markedly better one than command had been, albeit not a particularly high bar. Much like the rest of the base, the map room has been ransacked--the floor scattered with debris. Nevertheless, the room is not without its prizes. Dominated by a massive metal table at its center, an enormous printed map details the southern oceans and Anarctic coast. Among the scattered objects on the floor, Victoire spots handfuls of nylon plastic markers with magnetised strips on the reverse--and a variety of numbers and letters printed on their front, seemingly of some significance for their differences. Lt. Kuznetsov's eyes are drawn promptly to the sizable map itself, however--in particular, one location on the Antarctic coast seems to have more scratches and marks than elsewhere on the map. It is easy to surmise, thus, that it must be a location of significant to the Germans for some reason. Elsewhere on the map within Antarctica is a curious, star-shaped marking that has been repeatedly scratched into the surface of the map and table itself beneath it. 
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Oct 2, 2016 23:05
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Bradley Hewitt "Quite an interesting find here. It seems the Nazis were involved in some peculiar research. 'Black Steel'. Sounds pretty fanciful. Tough, resistant to extreme temperatures, and light weight. I wish I could make out some more of this document, but it quit making sense further into it. At least we have a lead about it, some place called the 'Plateau of Leng.'" He continued to sort through the various bits of debris left over from the attempt at clearing the place out and some other incident. "At the very least, us coming here will prove to be useful. Not a lot here, but definitely enough to provide us with some leads about what the Nazis are doing." As he looked over the mentions of Black Sun and Nachtwölfe, he remembered hearing mentions of both groups. Not a lot was known about either of them though. And now they seem to be working together. "What?" He turned to look at Grace. "'Unaussprechliche Kulte'? They had a copy of that here? Does it mention which edition they had here?" DocBubonic fucked around with this message at 23:14 on Oct 2, 2016 |
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[17:00] <Redeye> !wild d8 Notice [17:00] * AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for Redeye and got ( 4 22 ) Results: 22 [17:00] <Redeye> WELL [17:00] <FathisMunk> wow [17:00] <FathisMunk> WOW Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy KuznetsovIrakliy walks in, boots crunching through splinters and brushing aside paper. He walks forward, leaning on the table and slowly scanning around the room. Idly, his thumb moves, and he feels the table under it. At a thought, he brushes his hand over the rest of the map--and feels a return. He looks up, catching Victoire's eye. "Hoi." He taps at one point on the Antarctic coast, where the surface is pitted. "This part of map has been altered more than any other. Something is here." He continues moving his hand, and stops, looking. "And... this mark. It shows up repeatedly, and dug deep into table. Something is here that they do not expect to move."
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Oct 2, 2016 23:11
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Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic "Joliii ! Very good catch" she says appreciatively, rubbing her hand over the scratches. "And look zere on the floor." She picks up a little plastic block with a number on one side and flips it over, showing the magnetic strips to Irakliy. "Zey were using zose on ze map I guess. Ripped zem all off before leaving but zey could not remove ze scratches. Or zat weird mark I guess." She walks over to the door "Barton, you should come take a look at zis!" She says excitedly.
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Oct 2, 2016 23:20
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Grace She looks over her Evenki compatriot's shoulder to double-check burnt piece of the vault internment record. Grace glances at Bradley and says, "It's hard to say from the scrap she found, sir. Looks like it's hard to tell if they even had it recently." A pause. "What is it?"
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Oct 2, 2016 23:29
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Bradley Hewitt "The book is a record of early human cults and the gods they worshiped." Bradley walks over to Grace to see what she had found. "Fascinating. This Black Sun group appear to be well versed in their occult knowledge. When I managed to read this book, the version I read happened to be an poorly translated edition with a lot of content missing from it. These Nazis might have their hands on a original version of the text." He looks down at the scrap of the record. "I used this book in some of my research. The question I have is why do the Nazis want this book and what do they hope to get from it." !wild d8 Knowledge (Occult) * AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for Docb and got ( 2 1 ) Results: 2 Used benny to reroll: !wild d8 knowledge (occult) * AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for Docb and got ( 4 11 ) Results: 11 DocBubonic fucked around with this message at 23:51 on Oct 2, 2016 |
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Oct 2, 2016 23:37
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Izoldah Izoldah had mostly kept quiet as she traveled with them. She felt out of her element again. The discussion between Victoire and Richard was not given a comment on. It wasn't the first one a conversation like this had happened, and it wouldn't be the last. Then, she considers something and addresses their leader, Richard . "Sir, if fascist we shot at ran away, he could have run to armoury and try to take guns to fight us. Maybe we should go there and secure weapons?"
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Yulia She quirks her jaw here. 'Black Sun' is familiar - she recognizes the the shape of the name on the page - either from Professor Rorikh's writings or from the SMERSH translating work she'd been doing Kuibyshev, it is hard to remember. Some Bavarian group like Professor Rorikh's theosophist circle, maybe. Conferring with the two Brits, she murmurs, "Fascism inherently relies on men being more than men - the right to rule is derived from being set apart from nature, and a supreme right to rule necessitates a supernatural or religious belief surrounding a chosen person or people. Gathering relics... Archaeology, iconography. It is part of kulturkampf, to control the history and knowledge of the world and how it is revealed to people. This way you can tell people the Reich is not a new thing, but a culmination of an old thing, build the mythos of your Nazi regime by working backwards." The Russian shrugs her shoulders, "This is what they would tell you in Leningrad." She sounds less convinced. She moves her flashlight around the vault again, checking the dark corners of the room with less certainty, "That is not what this is, though. This is not a place of kulturkampf. This is a place of... vernyy - the Faithful. To have such things, in a facility in such a place..." She trails off. Bradley and Grace know what she is inferring. Khulanova looks down to one of the papers, "What is 'one hundred crates of the fallen'?" Shaking her head, "Our superiors will want all of this, I should think."
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Oct 3, 2016 01:05
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood He merely stands back and continues to be impressed by Sgt. Willis and Comrade Kuznetsov as the two men separately disarm the radio and retrieve the hidden Jerry radio frequency. "Blinding good work, chaps. Sgt. Willis, I agree." To the others, he calls; "No one touch important equipment until Sgt.Willis has had a chance to check for traps." With their work seemingly done for now in the Command Centre, he follows Kuznetsov and Doucet to the Map Room, all but running the last steps as Doucet calls for him. Boots once again crunch debris underneath as this room has also been ransacked like the others so far. Stepping over to the large table in the middle of the room, he peers down at the map that marks yet another hidden Jerry point of interest; this one in the world's freezer. "The Antarctic, eh? Wonder what Jerry found of interest all the way out there..." One thing bugs him; why would they go out of their way to demolish so much in their evacuation but leave this map perfectly intact for him to read? His eyes wander over to the strange, star-shaped mark. "Should get our academic tag-alongs to work out what the hell this means." When Izoldah speaks, he turns to her with a nod after a thoughtful pause. "Indeed. Good thinking, Rostov." The man would have access to the armoury for some time now, but their arrival coupled with the unnecessary firing from Doucet would give the chap all the more incentive to arm himself. That is, if the Germans left anything to be armed with after they left. "We'll make a move, soon as I'm done with these markers Doucet has found." Speaking of which, he turns to Doucet. "Mind if I have a look at these, miss? I have some experience with map markers, might make heads or tails of it." His voice is calmer now, more friendly towards the woman as he reaches out for the marker she holds. He also grabs a few off the floor to study. <A_Velociraptor> !wild d8 (Knowledge - Navigation) * AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for A_Velociraptor and got ( 2 2 ) Results: 2 A Velociraptor! fucked around with this message at 20:16 on Oct 3, 2016 |
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Ronnie While he might not have little idea what kind of nonsense the civvies are talking about, and it might not make a whole lot of sense to him, he can't help but be amused at the prospect of Nazis trying to find weird books and icons to save their alleged Reich. Fat lot of good it has done the Germans so far, what with Stalin knocking at the gates from the East, and Ike, Omar and George from the West. It strikes Ronnie as strangely desperate. Still, he's going to do his job, and with the discharge over on the other end of the base and the signs of mutiny, he's not going to keep his guard too down; there could still be someone left, just waiting to do something stupid. He keeps watch, looking this way and that, keeping his ears open as well. [12:23] <FractionJackson> !wild d6 notice [12:24] * AchtungBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for FractionJackson and got ( 3 2 ) Results: 3
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 Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde MedicVictoire hands him the map marker and turns her attention back to the map itself. But the strange symbol didn't mean anything to her. --- I have made some quick and dirty round pogs of all portraits, 75x75 px even though I might need to resize them. You can grab yours here if you want to add it to your posts http://imgur.com/a/OxN3J Also working with Gaist I drafted a preliminary map of the base since I'm a rather visual person and this definitely painted a clearer pic for me. it's not 100% accurate but apparently a good basic reference. 1 square is 5 feet http://i.imgur.com/0oVpqSx The roll20 to draw that map is at https://app.roll20.net/join/1711844/qDBHqw if you want to add stuff to the drawings. I'll make anyone who logs in GM so you can edit the map layer. It is also a SW template so you could even put your char sheet here if you want. Fathis Munk fucked around with this message at 08:59 on Oct 4, 2016 |
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Izoldah Izoldah was a lot more concerned about the armory than looking at the markers, but talking back to officers was probably not the best plan, after the earlier tension. For now, she figured she should just take position in the hallway, and kept a close eye on that door, and the hallway coming from the other side. She hated indoors combat, but at least with the hallway, she'd have something of a line of fire if some fascist tried to make a move.
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Sebastian Sebastian pulled the knife from the broken crate and stood up looking it over as he walked back to where Bradley and the others were gathered around some sort of book they had found. "Found this in a broken crate over there" He pointed back to where he found it. [20:28] <Animedragonfly> !wild 1d8+2 [20:28] * @AchtungBot rolled a (1d8+2) with wild die for Animedragonfly and got ( 16 5 ) Results: 16 [20:29] <~Gaist> my goodness [20:29] <Animedragonfly> History check for the knife
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - The Vault Ambience Upon reflection of the Unspeakable Cults Bradley recalls a printing from the mid nineteenth century by Friedrich Wilhelm von Junzt; also commonly referred to as the 'Black Book', the tome covered matters of the author's ties to a variety of cults and secret socities--but further, detailed a number of purported sorcerous rituals. Given his rather personal experience with a later edition of the tome, Bradley 'benefited' from additional notations at the time. In such notes, it was suggested that the Unausprechlichen Kulten informed of how to summon a variety of otherworldly creatures, including 'children of the deep'--and was rumored to even include instructions on how to bring the deceased back to life. Sebastian further studies the recovered blade--and in short order, is certain that its history ties it to Wallachia of the fifteenth century. It is, without a doubt, a sacrificial blade--all the more apparent when continued scrutiny discerns the waviness of its edge and the subtle, worn etchings of intricate runic patterns along the flat sides of the blade itself. Simply holding the knife unsheathed sends goose bumps to rise for Sebastian. Just outside of the vault, as Harry, Ronnie and Dimitry stand sentry while the auxiliary team conducts their research, Harry is in the midst of an amusing anecdote when Ronnie's attention is caught by the barest of sounds of commotion: a sudden clattering of dropped metal down the westward corridor, coming from the direction of the mess hall and officer's quarters. Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Map Room Sgt. Barton-Morewood ducks into the map room in time--and upon having a look at the map markers, is quick to recognize the purpose of their numbering: coupled with the multitudinous markings on the table map itself, someone familiar with navigation such as he can correlate points to plot courses and monitor the movement of vessels throughout the region. With time and notation reviewing the map along with a set of the markers, Dicky could document activity pertaining to those movements--and the curious site in Antarctica of seeming significance. Out in the corridor nearby, Izoldah stands ready as the blast door to the armoury is activated and... s l o w l y begins to rise. Sheesh, folks rolling some serious hits and raises with some of these research and history checks! Good stuff though, and a good time to glean those big hits. Dicky has duffed his first roll, but used a benny for a successful re-roll afterward, in the meantime. Ronnie is the only sentry to have made a Notice check: something's going down in the mess hall, because it sure as hell isn't any of the twelve who arrived on the island in there.
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Oct 4, 2016 03:12
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 Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy KuznetsovIrakliy steps back from the armory control panel and drops into a crouch against the wall, leveling his Sten. Not going to be caught off guard a third time.
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Ronnie Reflexes go into motion almost immediately. One hand goes up, his knees go into a crouch, and he twists, bird dog-like, towards the west. "...gotta stop you there," he whispers. He taps the edge of the Vault doorframe with the butt of his rifle. "Eyes open," he says just a bit louder. "Ears open." He stares down the long pathway running over from where the vault was. No, he's sure he had heard something. Absolutely sure. Which means- "Contact over that way. We better clear out of here. Hey." And then just a little bit louder besides, "It ain't just us here.."
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Bradley Hewitt 1 benny A sense of dread crept through his body. He looked at Yulia, but couldn't find the words to speak. What were these bastards planning, he wondered. "Yes," He replied struggling to get the words out, "We need to secure as much of this evidence as we can find. Our superiors will want to know about this." When he referenced the Golden Goblin Press version, the text focused primarily on the prehistoric cults, but he had heard that the original edition had much more in it. At the time he didn't mind not being able to access the other parts of the book, but he wondered what prompted the Nazis to want to study the text. He shuddered remembering the time in Sweden. Why couldn't he remember what happened? He tried to put the thoughts of chasing myths out of his mind. "This book. I am not sure why the Nazis would be interested in it. If they have the original text, it told about how to summon demon like beasts that existed before man walked the Earth and if the stories about it are true. The book had spells to raise the dead. Are they that desperate that they would try attempting black magic? The war is going against them, but do they think they can invoke imaginary deities to help them fight?" Bradley shook his head.
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Grace Grace wrings her hands during Ronnie's warning and Bradley verbally connecting the Nazis to the Unausprechlichen Kulten. "Spells to raise the dead?" She clears her throat. "It must be desperation." The MI6 agent glances at the entrance and asks the SOE operative, "Should some of us stand guard?"
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 Bradley Hewitt1 benny "What?" He looked over at the door to the vault and saw Sergeant Thomas. Bradley nodded at the man and moved towards the door. "I agree, Grace." He brought up his sten and switched the safety off. DocBubonic fucked around with this message at 04:17 on Oct 4, 2016 |
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