The Prologue (1941) - Part II

[Nanshork]

Richard nods in return and quietly says, "Fine, I will refrain from entering such discussions in the future.  The others don't like me much as it is, best that they maintain a modicum of trust in me of I'm to do my job.  Even that bloody yank needs to listen to me at some point in time."  His expression darkens for a second as he becomes lost in thought, then clears.  

"If I was any good with people I wouldn't have been a sniper.  As for the boy, he should do fine.  He is surrounded by men that act as a father figure and want to protect him.  I'm more concerned about the beast out there and those damn Nazi's, no offense.  Something bad is coming, and it's close."

[Flay Crimsonwind]

"No offense taken; I'm not one of them, and they aren't my people." A flash of the same dark look flashes over Eisen's face, disappearing as quickly as any emotion he ever expressed.

"Many things are converging on us now, it's fairly poetic. An epic of our time. But to Heaven with it all; we need to dive deeper into Hell. Let's hope God can sort them out." Walking back to the main group, he urges, "So, are we ready to move, or is there something left to do?"

[ragincajun2288]

Pingo steps over to stand by Harrison, his companion, to whom he owed the life debt. He opened his mouth wide in a jaw cracking yawn and looks around sleepily. The night had been restless for him, the echoing cries of the men he had personally cut down with his own short range weapons reverberating in his ears. Oh well, some movement would wake him up fully. It wasn't like he was done killing either.

Pingo moved over to check the pack mules and make sure everyone's gear is up and loaded, including his own before moving off to scout around the immediate area. He would make sure it was safe,  before his pale skinned comrades made their decision to move.

(Move Silently, Hide, Spot, and finally Listen. (1d20+4=23, 1d20+2=12, 1d20+3=15, 1d20+2=3)

If the Doctor sees that Pingo is still wounded from the night before and moves to treat him before Pingo rushes off into the woods as normal then he will oblige, letting her treat his wounds while barely acknowledging her but giving her a firm nod afterward.)

[jacemachine]

Harrison "Bones " Avery wore a miserable expression. He was tired. Bone weary. He hadn't been able to sleep after the nights events. They haunted him.

So nodding to Pingo, as the native went off to scout the area in preparation of the partys departure. The Kid hung at Bones side like a shadow.

Bones received an all clear from his native ally.

"Well gang.  It's time to move." Bones announced.
 

The party continues to the north reaching a flooded forest. The enormous trees sprung from waters that appeared ankle deep. The sound of insects buzzing, overlaid with birds calling out, and monkeys humping was everywhere. The water was murky and stagnant.
             

[archangel.arcanis]

Mal will double check his gear to make sure it is all secure and Rose's gear as well if she hasn't done it yet. He will then grab Betsy (his BAR) and look to Bones. "Where do you want me to be at while we are on the move?"

[ragincajun2288]

Pingo has no need to await an order from Bones, he knows that someone with good eyes, most likely the pale skinned one named Eisen, should take the lead and be the eyes and ears. Out of everyone in the party Eisen was the one Pingo felt most comfortable with, even if the German didn't know it. The man reminded him of...himself. Cold, calculating.

Pingo motioned to Bones that he would follow some ten feet behind the party and take his time in attempting to eliminate any trace that the party had come this way. Covering their tracks could be a good idea with the natives, the demon perhaps still lurking about, and the other pale skinned enemies that had destroyed their boat all possibly in the area.

(...Do I need to roll anything for this? Survival? Or is this something Pingo can obviously do? Just tell me if this is a stupid question.)

[jacemachine]

(A Survival check will do. Pinto and Co would do well to be wary of what cannot be seen. As the group wades in and begins to cross through this flooded section of jungle forest, I will need to know if there are any precautions you each are taking.

Also, from everybody, I request the following:
A percentile roll
A Survival check, if you're able
A reflex save

Thanks!         )

[archangel.arcanis]

Mal is in his assigned spot keeping a wary eye out for dangerous animals and locals.

Percent; Survival (untrained); Ref (1d100=82, 1d20=14, 1d20+6=21)

[Nanshork]

Richard is leading the expedition as is his habit.  He is looking for anything that looks suspicious or out of the ordinary, in cannibal territory one can't be too cautious.   There's that wild beast from last night to consider as well, the more Richard thinks about it the less safe this place seems.

Percentage: 66
Survival: 26
Reflex: 8

[j0lt]

Loder moves ahead with the group, absorbed in reading Dunning's letters, only looking up to occasionally check their direction against his compass.

Percentile: 42
Survival: 20
Reflex Save: 14

Navigate: 19

[Melblen_Cairn]

Rose completes a quick morning prayer before helping Esteban with loading up the rest of the gear on the pack mules. Once under way Rose is still very much affected by her previous jungle survival experience and keeps her eyes and ears open for anything.

Percentile= 75
Survival=24
Reflex=20

*Would it be possible to use my coordinate talent outside of combat, to help those close enough with their rolls? Also did I see anyone still in need medical assistance from my previous post?*

[Flay Crimsonwind]

Eisen marched alongside the group, rifle at the ready as usual. The previous evening having made him paranoid, he kept his eyes open, though his ears were more useful, unaffected as they were by the glare of the morning light.

[ spoiler]Percentile: 63
Survival: 23
Reflex: 13

Spot: 10
Listen: 26

I have a bad feeling about this.  [/spoiler]

[ragincajun2288]

Pingo, cautious as always, continues to watch the party's rear as he attempts to destroy traces of their travel.

Percentile. Survival. Reflex. (1d100=79, 1d20+3=9, 1d20+4=21)

(Love how Pingo's a native but his survival sucks lol)

[jacemachine]

The next couple of days of travel were thankfully relatively peaceful. No roaming bands of cannibals. No creatures out of legend. Just mosquitos, and lots of them.

The days were filled with a steady downpour of rain, and the level of humidity had reached levels that you're group had not thought possible.

It made forward passage through the uncut terrain tedious, slow-moving, and miserably sticky.

Oh, and those damn mosquitos...

Pingo and Richard would be leading the way I suppose, staying just a little bit ahead of the group. They would take turns trailblazing, occasionally leaving the group to scout out far ahead.

It was after noon when Pingo returned from one of these treks. He gave Richard a nod, and began to hand signal towards Harrison Bones.

Bones smiled.
"Come on out! We'll behave!" He shouted to the endless jungles that pressed in tightly around the expedition.

After a few moments, two dark men came out from the underbrush into view. They were short, no more than 5 feet at best. Both wore ragged dungarees, dirty and stained from regular use. One of them wore a simple vest while his companion wore nothing else. Both men carried spears. A bow and quiver of arrows was worn by both.

"Gentlemen" Bones began, "Lady" he said turning towards the missionary woman. "These fellows are from a friendly tribe of natives that live nearby."

Bones smilled warmly, "Pingo and I know these people. They will take us to their village where we can rest up, and plan our next steps."

Bones quickly spoke in a native dialect to the men, who smiled in return. One clasped Bones at the shoulder and gave a friendly squeeze. The other nodded.

After following the two men for another 20 minutes through the dense foliage... the expedition found themselves on the outskirts of a small native village of thatched huts. Naked children ran along the muddy ground playing with a couple of mangy mongrel dogs between the small homes. Men and women dressed in colorful garments, but exposing various levels of skin. More than one woman was completely topless. National Geographic Magazine brought to life.

Bones and Pingo were greeted like long lost friends, but the villagers regarded the rest opf the expedition with caution, especially those whose weapons were visible.


The village itself looked to be no more than 10 huts alltogether, and that included the largest of the huts (easily three times the size of any of the others). The large hut was centrally located in the village. A man wearing a colorful head-dress of feathers and small animal bones stood at the threshold and watched silently.



[ And go...
Please feel free to expand on any of these ideas in your own posts. Interact with each other, and feel free to improvise any encounters you may have with any of these kind but wary natives. I'm quite literally out of time to continue today. The chief, however is off limits until next I return (God I hope that is soon)-- These folk have livestock, strange foods and produce to trade. Colorful cloth is woven in this village as well...

Anyway, I hope I see you all again real soon! ]

[Flay Crimsonwind]

"This should be entertaining enough..." Eisen slowly started to remove the field jacket that bore the German military insignia. He didn't think they could really recognize the guns, or his coat, but he wasn't one to risk it. The last few days had been miserable, and he hadn't shaved properly, nor had a decent chance to clean himself or his weapons. The feeling of filth and decay, enhanced by the mosquitos and the taters of the jungle village distracted entirely from the women. Though there might be much to say about the Germans, both enemies and allies showed a focus unchallenged by adversity.

Slowly, he whispered over his companion's shoulder, "If we know these people, might they show us a place to wash? I'd like to clean my equipment immediately, since we haven't had much of a chance as of late. Not that we should stay long as is..." His eyes were locked on the man with the feathers, as if studying him.

[ragincajun2288]

Pingo returns from his visit with the local craftsman. With the old, wrinkled man's help Pingo was able to repair his weapons and forge a couple new spears that now rested on his back. With the machete at his side, a combat knife at his ankle, three spears on his back, and one in his hand being used as a walking stick Pingo looked like he was going to war. He was, and always is, in a way. The natives of the village nodded to him respectfully as he walked by. They knew his story, they knew why he could not talk and why he was constantly vigilant. Pingo regarded them all with a faint smile that never touched his eyes. They ate flesh, but only their dead as tradition. That he could live with.

Killing innocents from other tribes and roasting them alive he could not live with. Any tribe member they came across who did so would have Pingo at his heels, no matter the circumstances. Bones didn't like it, but that's what Pingo lived for. Vengeance. How empty he was.

Pingo approached Eisen. The man's hard eyes surveyed his landscapes as he removed his jacket. The man was careful but quick, and dangerous. Pingo liked him. Pingo overheard him speaking and signed to him, trying to stick to simple signs most people could pick up on but Eisen was sharp and Pingo suspected the man had picked up a good deal of the hand speak he always used to communicate with Bones.

-A water spring. 400 feet behind the village. Jungle dangerous, take someone with you.

[archangel.arcanis]

Mal just takes in the village for a few minutes. He tries not to stare at the exposed breasts of the local women and especially tries not to let our female companion notice.

[Nanshork]

Richard was used to native villages, though the ones that he were familiar with were back in Africa.  After seeking out one of the villagers that seems less wary of him than normal, Richard makes some non-threatening gestures and without much hope attempts communication.  With all of the languages he knows, it's possible one of them might be related to the language of these people.  Alas, no such luck here.  He has so many questions, but nobody here looks important enough for him to feel the need to use Pingo or Bones as a translator.

[Melblen_Cairn]

Sense Motive 16 opposing Mal's attempt to hide his intent at staring at boobies. I am going to assume here I beat the bluff. If not I can alter it.

"Mr. Newman, if you have the spare time to oggle at the half clothed locals then might you lend Esteban and I a hand with the gear?" Rose asks. Once Esteban had the mules squared away and the immediate work done, did her mind finally wander to herself. She was a mess. Days alone in the wild, being harried by hungry natives and the beast. Then days on foot with this group. The only things she can think of now are, bath, food, and rest.

Rose slips off behind the village and finds a quiet spot down stream not terribly far from a group of female villagers, yet secluded enough from curious eyes.

Spot=26 ,Listen=26 scary, no ones going to be peeping that I don't know about hehe.

. Rose washes away the days of dirt off her exposed flesh and with it, the stresses of the recent events. Relaxing a bit as the small water fall rushes over her.

[archangel.arcanis]

slightly embarrassed Yes Ma'am, Mal then helps with the gear.