The Waste Land RP

[Fisherson]

The older man heard the two talking. "I'm not going to hurt you." said the older man. Davis said in a mocking
tone "Yeah , well , maybe i'd believe you if you'd put down the gun." The older man smilled. "Sure, why not?"
He said unloading the gun and tossing the rifle on the ground. Davis and Rasta looked at each other with
wide eyes at the older man's courage. " Ha ha, I can still beat young punks like you down anyday of the week! Ha ha!" sai the older man laughing. He turned around and said, "You can call me Dale." said Dale.
Davis was the first to speak. "What are you doing out here, and furthermore how'd you get all these animals
and trees?" Dale looked at them long and hard beffore he said, "Perhaps, you've heard of the E.R.A.?"
Both Davis and Rasta noded in unision. "Well, I was a researcher at the E.R.A. . I studied mosty Plants and
Animals. I was also in change of a goverment founded project. But beffore I tell you more, i'd like your help.
What do you say?" Said the Farmer. "What do you need done" Said Rasta. Aobut a mile or so away from here
there is an old airport. There are some old airplanes that don't fly anymore. I need you to bring me these
materials" Dale said handing Rasta a sheet of paper with a names and drawings on it. Davis looked at them but
couldn't make out what they all ment. "You get me those and i'll let you go back to your town, do we have a deal?" Said Dale offering his hand to Davis. Davis looked skepitcal, but shook his hand and said "Deal. We get you these parts you let us ride our cars out there, and don't follow us. The old man considered the preposal.
Fine but you go without your gun and he can't his computer, that sound good?" Dale said with a smile.
Davis was furious he couldn't lose that gun. His brother gave it to him on his eighteenth birthday. It was a
precious to him as his own brother, but beffore he could say anything , Rasta said "Deal! Let's go, Davis." He said guiding Davis towards the way they came. Back to Davis' truck and Rasta's van


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                                                       Lucky Five's Junk shop
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Lucky was putting the wolf that Knight had traded him in the freezer in  the back till morning
when he could tan it. He felt a breeze. It got cold in the wastes at night, very cold. As he turned around
he felt uneasy. He unholstered his pistol. an old Colt. Finding bullets was hard, but he still had a full chamber
of em' for any theif who thought he could steal from Lucky Five. He was about point his pistol at the corner where he thought he saw movement a moment ago when he felt some one put a dagger to groin.
"Don't move! Or i'll cut your loins off." The speaker sounded female almost like a child. speaking in a high picthed squeky voice. He knew who had him literaly by the balls. Tala Mandorn. She was short even for a Dwarf or midget which ever you peffered. She had Red hair and sparkling green eyes. She was indeed beutiyful, even
he thought for a Dwarf. She balrey stood at three feet tall, but she was deadly. 'Where's the other one?' He thought searching the room. Ah, there he was hiding in the shadows with his cross bow already strung.
"I see the pupets,but where is pupeteer?" Said Lucky loud enough to be heard,but not to loud since Tala
still had her dagger pointed at his groin. He saw a man dressed in soid white step
out of the shadows. "I see you and Tala are becoming reaquinted with one another." Said Ardor.
Lucky rembered Tala now, oh yes she was only fourteen when he tought her the tricks of the trade.
By which he ment Raiding. Lucky had been a Raider in younger days. Him Ardor Tala and Seth. A fierce man, and a theif he had been the scourge of the wastes.but he got tired and old,His bones got brittle and eventualy he deccied it was time to quit. But a man who called himself Ardor the Miriage, couldn't allow that. Because Lucky knew about the "Map to Avashara", a place where the the Waste lands ended and green grass and clean water flowed on and on for miles. Ardor sent Tala and Seth to Track him. Lucky manage to evade the for thirty
years, but it seemed his luck had ran out. Ardor pulled out a coin on a string. Lucky reconized the coin and
would have a tried to escape if not for Tala and her nasy litte dagger. "Now then,let us disscus the location of
the book." Ardor spoke and he spun the coin slowly and and said somthing words in a slow steady voice. Ofcourse Lucky treid to reisist the hypnotism, but by the time he realized what was going on, he was already under Ardor's power. "Now let us disscus the location of the map." He said  said the golden coin spining, weaving
its magic..

[Red Fox]

Rint was sitting in the bar trying to finish his first pint of beer but sometimes even the simplest things are the hardest. The bar had turned into a battlefield. It all had begun after two of the local drunks had started fighting. Noa, better known as Hard Balls had tried to stop the fight and seemed to be successful untill one of the drunks hit him over the head with a bottle. The bottle exploded in a shower of glass but Noa stod there uneffected. They call him Hard Balls for a reason. Blood had started it's journey down his bald head when he turned and punched the drunk right in the face. That had been all it took, other joined the fight and soon everyone who wanted to fight was fighting and thoes who didn't want to be a part of it had fleed the bar. Rint looked at the scene before him and decided that it was time for him to flee too.
He got up from his chair and headed for the door. Rint was halfway to the door when one of the fighters headed straight for him with a broken bottle in his hand. He looked to be in the mid fifty, grey haired and had a nasty cut on his forehead. He was just about to strike when Rint jumped to the right. The man stumble by him suprised and fell to the floor. Rint was fast, these drunk were slow.
Rint reached the door and went out to the calmness of the night.

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                                                       Lucky Five's Junk shop
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Ardor had got what he needed. The location of the map, now it was just a matter of getting to it before anyone else did. But that shouldn't be a problem it has after all laid hidden for a long time and Lucky had always been good at hiding stuff. He looked up at the his old friend still in a trance from the hypnosis, he should kill him but after all they had been through in their young days made it so much harder. People used to tremor in fear when they heard the tales about them and crawl in the dust praying for mercy like if they prayed to gods when they saw them. The feeling had been overpowering. Oh how he missed the old days.
Ardor looked at his friend again whom was slowly swaying back and forth. He sighed.
"You know Lucky, your lucky." Ardor said. "I'm not going to kill you. I should. But I won't just for the old days. No you see instead your going to go to sleep and when you wake up you'll forgoten all about us. You understand?"
Lucky let out a mumbling sound and nodded.
"Good, then go to sleep now."
After the last word was spoken by Ardor Lucky collapsed to the floor fast asleep.
"And out of the ground made the lord god to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food..."
Ardor looked down at his sleeping friend and sighed.
"I wish you could come with us old friend."

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                                                       Streets of Ravvene
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Rint walked through the town on his way home when he saw a man in a white robe leaving Lucky's shop closely followed of what looked like two children. Strange, Lucky shouldn't be open now he thought and decided to check it out.

[lonewolf]

Davis befor we go any where you need this filter suit

a filter suit

the filter this some think that keeps the water clean
you need the purifier so that your sweat can be made in to drinking water
it  then converts all that sweat in a pipe to the purifying pumps cleans it all in to the drinking water then the water goes in to
a small pipe to your mouth so you can drink the water when you need a drink

have you got the radio frequency yet if we get lost along the way i can call you on the CB Radio
to find out where you are by the way i got a gun for the old time is not the good he did not look in my van to good
under my seat i hide my weapons but you will be the only one that knows so lets keep it that way
let roll and get to this air port befor the old time come's to find use
me looks like he can get mad at any time

Davis calls over is Fquency number: 96.975
Chanell: 22
 you got to get a move on we dont have a lot of time

[A Forgotten Legend]

"Yes!" Daniel says while looking at the clock.  '4 o'clock!  I can get out of here!' he though as a man walked past the shop.  He had been jumping around, so if the man had been looking, he would have been very embarrassed.  As he left, he decided that he would go to Davis's house and see if he had come home yet.  If so, then he'd go home himself.  If not, then he'd most likely be asked to look for him or something. Sighing, he leaves the store.  'See you tomorrow'.

[Red Fox]

"Lucky?"
Rint was standing in the doorway to Lucky's shop. The room looked like it always had, filled from floor to roof with various junk. There was the skull of some animal Rint had never seen before (Lucky had said it was called a lion), clothes made of steel was mounted on a wall and everything else from car tires to bottles filled with dust. Lucky had it all. The only thing that was off with the room was that Lucky was lying in the middle of it.
"He's breathing, atleast that indicates he's alive." Rint thought as he moved closer.
As Rint got closer he saw that Lucky was just sleeping. What the hell had those people done in here? And why the hell is he sleeping in the middle of the floor? Rint kicked his friend gently in the side to wake him up and it helped with a grunt Lucky woke up.
"Rint, is that you? What are you doing here?" He asked.
"First things first, why are you sleeping on the floor? With all this junk I would have thought you owned a bed."
"Floor?" He looked around "I don't know... the last thing I remember was that I put the wolf you gave me in the freezer."
"Then what was thoes people doing here?"
"What? There been no one here."
"Yeah, I saw them walk out. A man dressed in a white robe and two children."
"What!?"
Lucky looked scared and shocked.
"What? You know them?" Rint asked.
"No"
Lucky never had a good pokerface. It was clear that he was lying.
"Say, knight of the waste could you get me a bottle of water. My mouth is drier then the waste outside my door. It's in the other room." Lucky said.
"Uhh... sure. Hang tight, I'll be back soon."

"It couldn't be. A man dressed in a white robe. Ardor used to wear a white robe. No, it couldn't be, I been so careful. I had not left a trail, I had made sure of it." Lucky thought as he got up from the floor. He was dizzy. "Dizzy? Dizzy and dried mouth thats common side effects from Ardor's hypnosis or maybe I just stood up to fast. No, if there is even a remotly chance that Ardor had been here I should go and check on the map." Rint had left the room now and Lucky was alone. "Children... children that must have been the dwarfs. There is no question about it. It must be Ardor." Lucky got his gun and headed out in the cold night of the wasteland.

"Hey, Lucky I can't find any bottle of wate..." Rint stopped mid-sentence. Lucky was gone.
"Damn it." he said to hismelf and headed out in hope of finding him.

[Fisherson]

Lucky walked thought the night moving carfully in the dark, after all, even Ravvene had thugs and punks who
would mug pepole. 'Just like me..when I was young..' How'd he ever get cought up in all of this and why did
Ardor need his map? 'He wants Eden, but why? He only ever uses nyone or anything to get what he wants. What could a old con artist like him want with the map to Eden?' The more he thought about it the more it made
no sense. "Unless..!" 'No, he couldn't be that foolish, he'd never destroy Eden, even if it ment he couldn't rule the Wastes.' As Lucky thought his jouney brought him to a makeshift stable made from old peices of metal.
He whistled lightly and a horse came to his voice. "Good boy, Bolt." Said Lucky to his most trusted friend, the horse that helped him esscape form Ardor and goons once beffore. He gave the horse a small snack of a Snickers bar that he'd traded Rasta Johnson for the Book. 'The book..' He thought rembering its importance. He couldn't let the book fall into Ardor's hands. If he had both the book and the Map, he could find his way to Eden.
Ofcourse Lucky was smart, he'd torn  the map up and scattered the pieces keeping one for himself just in case.
"I had to hide in the blasted dessert too, didn't I? Lucky grumbled as he mounted the horse and dirricted it to the South Gate where Karr stood staring at the aproaching dot on the horizon. Lucky tried to get his attension,
but the man starred ahead as if in a dream. 'What is he starring at?' Thought Lucky. He squinted against the sky and saw a grayish blob moving over the dunes."What in the name of the..?" He didn't have time to check it out.
He took one last look at Ravvene and then Lucky and his horse Bolt glapped away into the early morning.

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                                                      Rasta's home
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Ardor aproached the small, one story apatment of the man on the bill of sales list.That Ardor had confiscated from Luck's regeister. He looked at the name, Rasta Johnson. Whoever this man was, he was not important to Ardor's quest to find the map to Eden, but it had been
sold to the unsuspecting man in the form of a book. Ardor had not been able to make lucky say much, just that the book held the key to finding Eden and he hid the map there. Tala
sufveyed the surounding area there was nobody on the streets tonight. She didn't like the silence. It was always silent just beffore her father would beat her and her brother,Seth.
That was when she was just a teenager now at 27 years old it seemed so long ago since LUcky
and Ardor had saved her from her abuisve father. They had come to Veranda to buy fuel for their car. The day her life changed forever. Just as she was coming back to the pressent, hse saw a young man bounding down the street towards a smithing shop. She thought he looked
a bit skiny, but slightly atractive. He looked her way. 'Damn, now I won't find out his name ." She sighed and pulled out a crossbow frow under her cloak where it was concealed there aiaming for his head. She tightened her grip on the triggerand let lose the arrow. It speed towards it's tagert and Daniel saw it at the very last moment beffore he jerked oout of the way. She cursed auidbly. Ardor noticed the boy running holding his ear with his left hand running down the streets. He did not look worried, he simply noded to Tala, and she took of affter him. Seth made as if to follow, but Ardor held his hand up and Seth stoped in his tracks. "Find the book,Tala can tek care of herself." Ardor said in a firm and comanding voice.
Seth said nothing and turned to the door, already the tools were in his hands. Lock picks and other such instriments. Ardor contiuned to look down the street where Tala had disapeared his mind troubled. Tala was a ruthless killer she never missed a shot, she had
killed many time beffore and thus she was a usefull tool. 'If she becomes useless,I may have to get rid of her. Ardor contiuned to look down the street troubled while Seth worked both quickly and silently. Ardor smilled 'Well if she becomes weak I always have Seth.
Finialy Seth broke the lock. Ardor entered first scanning the area beffore saying in a low voice, "Find the book. Doris well be here soon with our ridea and we will need to make a quick esscape. Seth nodded unable to repond. He had sufered some horrible truma when he was young and could not speak. He was a Mute. He made up for this with unquestioning loyalty to
Ardor and, unkown to the man form Eygpt, his sister. As he was putting away his tools, a young woman came out into the hall way, upon seeing Ardor and Seth she made as if to yell
out a nearby window. Ardor made a smooth motion wiht hand and pulled out his infamous coin.
Beffore she could open mouth,he was already speaking his soothing words in his deep dark voice. He wallked over to the his hypnotized victim. He spoke calmly to the woman, "Where is the reisidence of Rasta Johnson?" He said using a smooth even tone. "191, the first one on the right." She said. "Thank you." He reached in his robes drawing a small dagger. "But he's not here, he went to trade with the Metal smith Davis Dent." She said recalling the the event from this morning. After Seth ransacked the place for a good while. Ardor spoke, "The book is not here, he must have traded it to this Davis person. Come, we leave. The man in white and the shadow beheind him left the apartment and took to the streets, looking for metal smith's shop.
                    
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                                                             Davis and Rasta
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 Davis gave Rasta his radio frequency then, affter they had calibrated the frequency to the right chanell, they set off across the sand towards the Vents. The Vents were cracks Earth's surface that shot heat up trough
the fissures thus earning it the name the vents. Davis had never been out this way beffore, no sane humman had. The Vents shot hot gas and fumes thirty feet in air and the super heated gas was at least half as hot as magma. The Vents only fumed once every two hours. This the man named Dale had told them. Davis didn't trust
the man. He didn't seem right in the head, not to mention the fact he was a former meber of ERA. They speed
on though the early morning, the sun had only risin an hour ago and it was still cold so both men had their windows up talking very little. The van speed on though the aproaching daylight leaving a small trail of dust.

[Red Fox]

Rint was walking through the town. He had lost track of Lucky and now was just aimlessly walking around. Who had those people been? Why had Lucky rushed out of the house after he heard about them? He usually walked around when he needed to think and come up with answers but this time nothing came. Things had gotten strange lately.
A handful of people dressed in black robes walked towards him. Weepers, a fanatic cult who wanders the waste. They say they weep for the death of the world and wears black robes and a white ceramic mask with a red stripe painted from the bottom of each eye all the way down to the end of the mask over their faces. They are dangerous and violent and most of all they are not allowed in the town. Something most be serious wrong at the gate if they are here.
Rint stopped as each one of them passed by him, looking at him with empty eyes. He counted them as they passed him by. One, two, three ... six, seven, eight. Eight in total. The last one was holding a dagger covered in blood. Damn, damn, damn.
Rint followed the path they had come from and soon reached a girl. She was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. Her cloth was torn and her throat slit.
"Oh god, looks like all hell is breaking lose tonight." he said to himself.

[Fisherson]

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                                                          Davis and Rasta
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Rasta sat at the wheel of the old Volkswagon driving at a steady 60 mile and hour pace across the desert sand that was quickly becoming drier and drier. The heat was nearly unbearable and both men stank form the sweat.
Davis stared fixedly ahead at the great eruption of steam and volcanic gass that shot mile into the air. They were here. "Stop the car." He said his voice was parched from thirst. He eyed his canteen on his hip. 'No, we're going to need to save it. It's a long journey across the vents. Rasta looked at him as though he had gone mad.
"What? We can not leave the van, we need it to cross!" Said Rasta. Davis just shook his head. They couldn't cross the "cracks" in the surface. Each one was at least eight meters across. He explained this to Rasta and the other man sighed stoping the car at the edge of one of the enormus fissures. They got out and began to uload the nececary gear they needed to cross the Vents. They unpacke a raged and pathed tent, a lantern that Rasta had bought the last time he was in Ravvene's shoping district. He remebered all the merchants with thier tent toped booths and the hundreds of pepole  who would come form all around the Wastes to view the wares of the
various mechants. Right now he missed it all very much. They began their trek across the the Vents..

                                           

[lonewolf]

Rasta look's at Davis by saying it's hot out here how long  have to we got to walk in this heat
steam volcanic gass ?
then in a loud voice Davis did you hear there was trian's in the old day's that worked with steam
by water that was hot then it made the steam
hot water now that will be good i dont know how long i have seen hot water
may be it help me as  i am sweating like a pig  know im thinking of food
this heat makes you think of some mad thing's
we need to find some rock's and some wood for a fire
if we going to camp out in this desert
it look's like we be out here for a day or two
may be longer

[Darrellito]

Zek drug the metal sheet behind him as a crack on the ground exhaled a hot blast of steam. The steam fast heated the metal, causing Zek to drop it to the ground. Zek cursed at the ground, holding his red hand against himself. He'd been out here for a while, and couldn't wait to escape the heat. Zek took a handkerchief from his pocket and grabbed the metal sheet again.
       Zek: "All this work, and I only find this little thing." Zek shuffled quickly with the metal dragging behind him. Only about 1/2 a miles distance till he gets out. Zek huried his pace. Zek let out a sigh of relief as he finally escaped the heat of the vents. He colapsed on the ground with the metal beside him, out of breath. The cool air of the desert night was a welcome change to the vents' outrageous heat. Zek closed his eyes and thought about home. A warm feeling came over him, like as though he knew he was about to enter a fantastic dream of better times. But his dream was intrupted. Zek opened his eyes to see two travelers, one pointing a spear at his face.
      Unknown traveler with spear: "Who the hell are you?" Zek looked up, horrified. He raised himself to his knees and put his hands in the air.
      Zek: "Please don't hurt me! If you want the scrap, just take it. Please don't hurt me." Tears began to pool in Zek's eyes.
      Unknown weaponless traveler: "Put your spear down man, your scaring him. We don't want to hurt you. We actually though you were gonna attack us. Name's Rasta. This guy here's Davis. Who are you?"
      Zek: "My name's Zek Black. I was out here scaveging metal. I paid a guy at the shop some creds for any information on scrap around here. He told me there was a surplus out here. All I found was this little plate here." Zek pointed to the metal sheet beside him.
      Davis: "Sorry to scare you man. You never can know out here, you know? We're actually out here because Rasta got a hit about a Airport around here that's supposed to be full of food and scrap. We could always use another man. What do you think Rasta?"
     Rasta: "I think we should wait till morning and then decide. Besides, this guy looks like he could use a rest. We'll sleep on it." Zek pointed off into the distance.
     Zek: "Hey, I gotta go get my supplies and stuff from over the hill. I'll be right back though. I got some canned beef if you guys can start a fire." Rasta and Davis looked at each other, then nodded in agreement. Zek raised himself off the ground, dusted himself off, and then waved a 'be right back' to Davis and Rasta. He started up the sandy hill as Rasta and Davis began their search for firewood.

[lonewolf]

Rasta look's at Davis by saying i think this zek is ok
it looks like he had a hell time of it no men crys like that
may be some think in his past who know's
i think we can use him it looks like he know's more then me on what's good metal from bad
the thing is i hope he know's how to use a weapon when you but that spear to him he look like a rabbit
that was going to die talking of rabbit let get this food on i hope zak get's back in time to eat
i but the wood down here for the fire the rock will dry out my top it full of sweat
it was good i had this old book on  Bush Skills in the Outback
any ways i go to look at the stars and see if i can find the northern star
various mechants use this star to find there way in the desert
and i have to find it if we going to find this air port
where is that zek got to ?

[Fisherson]

Davis turned around and watched as Zek set his gear up. Davis always had an eye for scrap metal and junk, he could see which pieces of gear were old by the rust lining the outside of the binoculars the boy added to the pile.
The radio he had was older than Rasta and Davis combined. The rest of the stuff he was puting back in the bag was junk, bits of metal, tiny green cards with studs on them that Davis reconized as Circurt chips from old cars and computers. The boy looked up and saw Davis eying his treasures. He finished putting the rest of gear in the bag
and ,after sevral minutes of searching , removed a row of silver canasters. Davis gaped, eight canned beers all with the lids still on them! That would fetch three hundred creds a piece back in Ravvene!
Davis: "Where did you get those?" Davis grabed one , opened it and drank it. THe liquid was light and refreshing with a slight buzz.
Zek: "Well I found this old truck turned over near the City of the Dead and when I went inside I found a hole case of  them! I drank most of them and hi tail it outa there beffore they found me. Ha ha ha, but it was worth it!
Davis looked at the young man blankly. 'City of the Dead? Whats he talking about?' Zek noticed that the man with the Spear was  looking at him with raised brows.
Zek: "You've never heard of the city of the dead?" Davis shook his head.
Zek: "It's in an unkown zone. It was called somthing else before the blast." As if to puntuate this, a geyser of steam erupted from a little ways away. He looked at both men. 'How'd they get out this far?' He wondered.
 Zek: "Where did you come from?"
Rasta: "We come from a small town called Ravvene, it's about twenty miles back that way.he said walking back from over the hill. He saw the bear and siezed one.
Rasta: " I told you he wasn't a bad kid! Ha ha ha!" he said and then lifted it and drank it down in nearly a single gulp.
Rasta: "Ahhh, a little warm, but good." He relaxed by the fire winding his computer.
Davis: "So can you get us past the vents?"

Zek: "Easy I know them like the back of my hand. Plus i've got a map of this area."

Davis: "Okay, we'll head out in the morning at dawn. til then get some sleep."

The next morning they set out arcoss the vents..

[lonewolf]

Rasta calls to Davis in a low voice this city of the dead
if you can get more cans we can use them but we need lots of them
they can be used for a pipeline i seen it in my book
i was looking in to it befor zek got back
i was looking on google.
on what we can use beer can's and any food can's
you link them all up to use as  a pipe then the steam go's in side the cans
then it cools down then it goe's in to water
water cool water ha ha think of it if it works
we have water Rasta dance's like hillbilly at a show down
Davis: looks at Rasta is he going mad get some sleep you silly fool
Zek:look at Davis is this Rasta been somking some thing ?it look's like he is tripping out

[Red Fox]

Tim was gazing out over the wasteland. Not much could be seen, the sun had left the sky and only darkness and the stars remained. "I wounder what happend to him." Tim turned to the voice. It belonged to Blitz, a short man with long brown hair and ice blue eyes. The man he was referring to was Karr, he was suppose to stand guard at the gate but they had taken over for him after they found him. He had been standing there staring out over the waste, slowly swaying back and forth. They had tried to talk to him but he hadn't listen just mumbled something about having to wait and something else about a treaded vehicle. When they tried to move him he had started to kick and scream out loud in the end they had to use tranquilizers to put him down and drag his ass over to Dr. Bennet.
"The waste took his soul... or maybe he just was in the sun to long. Geeez Blitz I don't know." Tim answered. Whatever it was he just hoped he would get better soon. He was a damn fine soldier.
"Y-you think the w-wraiths took his soul?"
Tim sighed. " How many time have we been through this? There is no wraiths. No reavers, no werewolfs, no zombie pirates who have returned from the grave and certainly no black and white ghosts. It's just hoaxes Blitz."
"If you say so..."
They fell in silence, standing there in the night of the waste like statues from the old days.
Distances howls from some beast out in the waste could be heard but there was something else too... It took Tim's tired mind a few seconds to figure out that it was screams. He turned around and saw a man running up to the guard house close to the gate. He was clad in a white vest and also had white hair.
As he got closer to the house Tim could hear what he was screaming.
"Weepers! Weepers! There is Weepers in the town!"

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Later in Ravvene
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Rint walked through the town with four others. Two of them were guards, one was a citizen in the mid-forties who carried around a sledgehammer the other was Hard balls the bouncer from the pub. He was carrying what look like a stool leg (very familiar to the ones in the pub). He was bruised and the cut on his head that he had gotten earlier was stiched up.
After Rint had alarted the guards about the weepers they had set up search parties and was now searching the streets for them. Alot of citizen had voulentered to help too.
"How dare they enter Ravvene! I shall brake their bones, I shall tear their limps, I shall stomp on their..." Hard balls didn't finish his sentence becouse on the road ahead of them two weepers stood. One with a sword the other with a mace.
Hard balls let out a roar and charged them with his lump-of-wood-that-looked-like-one-of-the-stool-legs-from-the-pub. He was closly followed by the other citizen and one of the guards. The other guard took out a rocket from his pocket and lightened it. It went flying through the sky and exploded into a thousands lights in the sky. The rocket would alart the other search parties where they where and that they had encountered some weepers. 
While all this happened Rint had drawed his bow and was trying to get in a good shoot at the two weepers but Hard balls was towering over one and the citizen and guard was all over the other. He cursed and slung back his bow over his shoulder. Looked like he would have to go close combat on this one since he hadn't a good line of fire.
He was just about to pull out his knife and join the other when the guard behind him let out a scream. Rint turned around and froze. There where a handful of weepers there. The guard was dead and two of the weepers were coming towards him while the rest went to help their friends. Rint went for his knife but it was to late, one of the weepers swinged his club and it hit him right over the head. He stumble backwards and his vision grew smaller untill it all was black. He passed out before he hit the ground.

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Dawn, Ravvene
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Tim watched over the waste as the sun sent it first rays of the day over the empty land. Blitz was leaning against the wall and snored loudly. Tim looked at his friend and smiled to himself, it had been a long night. The weepers had been killed and order was restored to the town.

[Fisherson]

I'll be posting here in four days, as i'm grounded from the computer during the day, and only allowed to play it as night.