The Waste Land RP

[Darrellito]

Zek sat around the fire with his two new companions. He felt uneasy. Like something terrible was happening, but he couldn't tell what. Zek got up from his seat, and told Davis and Rasta that he needed to take a walk. He then rose and walked uneasily back to his tent. He looked to his left, and saw a brilliant display of light coming from the direction of Raveene. Zek's eyes grew wide with astonishment. He quickly ran back to Davis and Rasta.
      Zek: "I think something bad is happening at Raveene. Maybe we should put the trip on hold and head back there to check it out."
      Davis: "Wow, look at those sparks. Yeah, maybe we should. What do you think Rasta."
      Rasta: "I don't know, maybe we should just be on our way."
      Zek: "Well, I'm gonna head back there. I lost my own hometown, I don't want to loose another. You guys can come if you like." And with that, Zek went back to his tent and packed his things into a bundle. He looked back at Rasta and Davis, who were both still deciding whether or not to return to Raveene. He then turned and walked further up the sand dune next to his tent. He then slinged the bundle on his back, came to a spot with dried grass, and then stopped. He pulled the grass away to reveal a small electric motorbike. Man, I hope there's enough of a charge left to get back there. Zek thought to himself. He proped up the bike and kicked the starter. Nothing. He kicked it again. Still nothing. Zek kicked the bike one more time as hard as he could, and the engine roared to life. He shifted the bike into drive, and then kicked up sand as he began his trip to Raveene.

[lonewolf]

Rasta- i not let him go all that way i like this zak
i need to help him to let him know we on his side if you like to come
Davis its up to you it need all 3 of use to get the parts at the airport
if we do go i need to be a mile out side the city gates i got some things
that may help out if we run in to any think i get my bag but get the tent down
and put out the fire then i going to help zek if you do go to the airport here is the map
old map in with a big x where the airport you need my laptop all have to do is open the file maps
i be going in 5 mins

[Fisherson]

Davis wacthed feeling dread in his chest as gazed out at Revvene. Colums of smoke rising
from the town as the fires burned in the night.
Davis: "I've got a bad feeling about this." said Davis heading for the town. He and Rasta
ran side by side as fast as they can, runing towards Ravvene.

                                               --------Raveene-------

Ardor whirled his staff and struck the Weeper who had had lunged for his hood with knife in
hand. The blow sent the masked man spiraling to the ground in a heap. He surveyed the area,
the Weepers were lying dead all around him. His white robe was stained with blood. Seth was
squaring off against two at once. Ardor frowned, they need to make a quick esscape. 'Where
was Doris?'He thought. He took out a walkie tallkie and begin to speak in numbers. Just
then Seth killed the two Weepers with a single blow of his short sword. Ardor sighed and
began to to speak into the walkie talkie more urgently.

Davis ran as fast as he could, keeping his eyes on the horizon. He and Rasta were just
crossing the halfway point, when they saw somthing cresting the dunes, somthing big and
black. It made its way down the sope, and turned a protruding cyilinder looking object
towards the west. Davis turned his head in the direction the cylinder was pointing and saw
Zeks bike racing across the sand. Davis tried to shout at him to look out, but all he got
beffore he heard the biggest boom of his life was: "Look ou...!" The tank fired and the in
place of the electric motorcyle that had been there moments beffore, was a firey crator.
Davis fell to his knees and wept into the sand. After a minute he looked up with fury in
his eyes and charaged forward, ingoring to Rasta's shouts to stop. He ran towards the
machine just as it's turet swung around, targeting him. He grabed his spear and prepared to
hurl it, but was knocked to the ground when Rasta landed on top oof him driving the air
from his lungs. The shot ecoed in his ears and ratled his bones. He tried to struggle to
get up and fight the iron monstrosity, but Rasta held him to the ground. After a whille
the tank set back on it's path to Reveene. Davis shoved Rasta off of him, and retrived his
spear walking down and ran towards the burning motorcyle.

[lonewolf]

Rasta - i  am so sorry Davis i had to stop you
we got to kill that  iron monstrosity
i got some dynamite to blow that thing to kingdom come
i came a cross some when the tree cutters use to move lot of trees
i  hidden it near the gates
i run of to get it you look for zak
i hope he is ok
Davis i be back here as first as i can
Rasta run's of to the gates to get the dynamite
but keep's looking back to see if Davis run to get in to his van
to look for zak

[Darrellito]

Zek's head throbbed. He awoke to Davis' screams from across the dunes. He looked down to his legs, and saw that a large part of his thigh had been shredded from the shrapnel of the blast. He didn't know whether he should try to move, or wait for help. Help didn't come too often out in the wasteland. And if he just stayed there, there was a chance that the vultures would finish the job. Zek gathered his strength and began crawling on one knee, dragging his chopped one along in the sand. The salt from the sand increased the pain of the wound. He just tried to push through it. Zek looked off into the distance, and saw the big mettalical beast that almost destroyed him and his bike. He had to get away from that thing, in his state, he wouldn't stand a chance. Zek looked around for a glimpse of hope, and found it. Off in the distance, he saw a large truck. He didn't see anyone inside, and it was a short crawl away. Zek began his decent. After 20 feet of agonizing pain, he reached the truck, and got inside. Surprisingly enough, there was half a tank of gas. Zek reached down the steering branch for the key to the ignition to start the truck. They were gone. He struck the steering wheel furiously, cursing all the while. Zek searched around the cab, hoping to at least find something to hotwire the truck. He found a small metal pick on the floor. Just as he began dismanteling the ignition coil, a pistol was placed firmly on the back of Zek's head. A gruff voice spoke out.
        Gruff voice: "Step out now, or your a deadman."

[Red Fox]

"Wake up sleepy head."
"Are you sure he isn't dead?"
"No look he's breathing."
"Well, maybe it's just some sort of post mortis reflex."
"Are you for real?"
The voices was distant and Rints head throbbed with pain. His vision was slowly coming back. Two blurry figures was standing infront him one of them was towering over him blocking most of his view.
"He's opening his eyes, I told you he wasn't dead." Said the figure towering over him.
Through the thick mist of pain he could barley hear the voice.
"Lucky guy" Said the one who was mostly blocked by the first.
"We need to take him to the doctor."
"Geeez."
"Stop whinning and grab a hold of his arms."
The so distant voice sounded familiar... Hard Balls?
 

[Fisherson]

                                ---Zek and the stranger---

Zek got up slowly, pain shooting through his leg. He tried to turn around and was rewarded
with a slap across the face from the but of the gun. Ofcourse this was hardly noticed by
Zek, as the pain was  very intesse in his leg, but also because his captor was a woman. She
was tall with dark brown hair, probly in her late twenties. "Turn around, and put your
hands on your hand." She said in a voice. He did as told, if only not to get hi again. She
felt him up, showing no signs of enjoying it. "Okay turn around." He did, and was met by
her fist.
The last thing he saw beffore going down was her fierce green eyes and the sun buring
brightly beheind her head like a halo of sunlight.



                                 ---Ardor and Seth---

 
Tim was was wacthing the dessert when he first saw the tank. At first he couldn't bielive
what is was, he'd only ever heard talk of tanks, he'd never seen actauly seen one. He went
to sound the alarm, but was stoped when he saw the coin. It was made of silver with a green
gem in the center. It had Tim's full atention. "You are very tired, rest your weary body."
Ardor said. Tim was starting to feel sleepy..'No!' He thought as he withdrew his Machette.
He swung with all his might. Ardor ducked under the blow just beffore the blade wipped by
his ear. Seth pulled throwing star from beneath his cloak, and hurled it at him. Tim fell
and passed out on the street.Seth was about to delliver the final blow with his knife, but
Ardor told him to stop. Seth froze in his tracks, he rembered what Ardor did to those who
didn't follow his orders. He left Tim lying in the street on his face, then ran to to macth
the tall man's long styrides. Ardor walked to the opening gate with Seth at his side, the
Raveene gaurd were still busy with the remaining Weeper. "All has gone acordingly to plan"
Said Ardor smilling. With the map in hand nothing could go wrong, he had the one peice of
the map, and soon he would have the other. He paused for a minute, somone was missing. Ah,
yes Tala had set off to chase the young man who saw him breaking into Rasta's aparment,
well she knew the risks when she vonluteered for the mission. Seth was looking back at the
street. 'Where is she?' He tought. 'She is never late.' Just then she came runing up. "Did
you kill the boy?" Ardor asked her. She nodded.
'Good, a quick and clean rendzvous.' The large black tank moved up to Aror, Tala, and Seth.
The top hatch poped open and a young woman stuck her head out. "Come on, we have to get out
of here beffore the City Gaurd gets here. She said. Ardor "Yes, let us be off." As Seth had
packed himself in the cramped millitary vehicle,Ardor noticed a figure lying prone on the
floor. "I didn't know we were taking on prisoners. I beilive the Boss said to retrive the
map, and avoid contact with all civilains." Said Ardor in iratated tone tone. She looked at
her prisoner. "Don't worry, he's not coming with us to SandDune City. I'll drop him off in 
Selph's, she can find a use for him. Seth grinned wickedly at this thought.Tala just stared
out the veiw hole and wondered if she had done the right thing..in sparing Daniel's Cross's
life.


                                     ---Davis---
Davis saw the tank leaving Raveene, dust flying from beheind it as it sped away into the
sinking sun. Davis cursed under his brreath. He started to chase it when sudenly he saw
through the gapping metal gate, that his shop was smoking and flames where shooting out the
top of his workshop. He sudenly forgot everything, who he was, and what he was doing. All
that mattered was that he get to his shop and his remaining family. He ran as fast as he
could and then he tried to run a little faster, but  onlys uceeded in causing both his legs
and lungs to ache in agony. He stopped in the middle of the street as he gazed to the two
bodies lying in the street covered in dried blood, knife wounds gapping like black holes
sucking all the oxygen from his lungs. He turned over the first body, and howled with the
pain of knowing that the two most important pepole in his life were lying dead in the
street.

[Red Fox]

"How is he doctor?" Asked Hardballs.
"Pff, weak, is what he is. I tell you when the world ended so did humanities streangth. He just took a blow to his head. He's skull is still intact. Pff, weak. So weak." Dr. Bennet answered.
He was a grey haired man in his seventies. The tale goes that before the bombs he had studied medicine only to after his studied was done start as a wrestler. Wich during the time he took some hard blows to his head. He hasn't been the same since, claming people to be weak. Sure they leave fully healed but with a broken confidence.
Hard Balls looked over to the bed were Rint laid. His wound has been cleaned and stitched up but he was still uncouncious.
"So he will be okey?"
"Yeah, yeah. If he wasn't so weak he would already be out of here."
Hard Balls took a final glance to Rint.
"Good, I'm leaving him to your care then."
"Hmpf, weak."

[Darrellito]

Zek awoke by firelight of a small caravan. Around him, he saw three canvas tents, and two vehicles. One was the truck he tried to steel, the other a compact car. Zek looked around in interest to find the identity of his captors. He rolled over towards the camp fire to see four silhouettes from the fire light. Zek tried to move, but looked to see that his hands had been cuffed with small metal bracelets, a small chain holding them together. His leg had been mended as well, to his suprise.
   Zek thought to himself: I guess these guys need something from me. That or they want to get even. Zek then tried to prop himself to upright position, his chains from his leg cuffs rattling. Two of the silhouettes turn to him in attention. One was a large, heavy set bearded man, wearing worn denim clothing. He wore a leather vest, with no shirt underneath. The ends of the vest's sleeves had been worn in frayed with time. His denim pants were patched many times over, never seeming to bare the weight of their user. The man's hair was short cut, revealing many piercings glimmering in the fire light. The other man was much more slender. He wore a flanel  long shirt with the sleeves cut about half way up his upper arm. He wore it openly, with only a wife beater underneath. This man's face was much cleaner then the other, looking as though the man groomed himself once in a great while. It looked as though he had at one time had a goatee, but the area around had almost set in as the same length. He too wore denim pants, his looking fairly new, with dark blue stitching. The small one looked back with a half grin of interest and said:
      "Looks like we got a fighter." The big man chuckled at the smaller's joke. They both rose in unison and began to walk to Zek's position. Zek felt an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Oh god, they're gonna kill me! Zek thought to himself. They're cannibals, I know it! He then began thrashing about, some how feeling that he might find his way out of this. The big man aproached Zek from behind, and picked up with ease and threw him over his shoulder. Zek heard the smaller man shout at the larger.
     Smaller man: Care full Mitch! See that leg? If you don't handle it delicatley he won't be able to walk on it.  The big man shrugged his shoulders as to say "Whoops! My bad." They then began walking to the campfire. The big man set Zek down more gently this time, on top of a pile of rags near the fire. Zek then saw his other captors. One was a older looking man, dressed in a ragged suit, one the woman from earlier, who happend to cause all this trouble, and the other was a small boy. The woman rose to her feet and walked near Zek. She then spoke.
      Woman: So, theif, what were you doing in my truck?
      Zek:       I'm sorry, it was an emergency. I saw lights from the Ravenne encampment and I rode back there. But after about a mile of riding, a tank rose out of the sand and blew me and my bike away. I then crawled about 1/2 a mile, and found your truck. It was unlocked, so, I guess I took advantage of it. I'm sorry, but as you could see by my leg, I was badly injured.
      Woman: Huh. Blown away by a tank huh? Why you all alone out here in the wastes anyway?
      Zek:      Well, I was traveling with two other men. I left them though, we had disagreement on when we should have responded to Raveene's  distress call. I left right after, and they didn't know if it was such a good idea to head in right away.
      Woman: Alright, I'll buy into your story for now. You better get some rest, because if what you say is true, we're heading into Raveene first thing in the morning.
      Zek:      I'm fine to travel, we need to get there tonight. Who knows what's happening there.
      Woman: You arn't going anywhere. Me and my team will head in. She looked at the bigger man and the smaller man and said 'Mitch, Mort, your coming with me.' She then looked to the man in the ragged suit and the small boy and said: 'Stan, you stay here with Jim.'

[lonewolf]

Rasta - men what the hell is going on
it look's like a war where the hell is Davis
Davis shop if that gone i am in big ****
Rasta look's for Davis
be for he gets to Davis shop he go's by his home
but going up to open the door
he see it has been kicking in
what the hell is going on my home
i hope the maps in here
if any one finds that map
i don't know what i do
Rasta look's in the bed room
but he finds his wife in a pool of blood and his only son
next to her NO WHY WHY what have they done to die like this
i have no one one to love my wife my son WHY
in the next room where he has all his books
he looks for the map
the map is gone where the hell is the map
i kill the men who did this so help me god
i kill them all why only kill one i kill them all
i kill his loved one's
the way he killed my love one's
if it's war they looking for it's war they got
but i have to find help and where the hell is Davis  and Zak

[Red Fox]

Screams echoed through his head. First he thought they came from the Hard Balls, citizen and the guard who was dying at the hands of the Weepers. But when he opened his eyes he came to the stunning discovery that he wasn't on the streets no longer. He was in a big room filled with 20 or so beds, the hospital.
The screams came from a patient on a bed further back. His voice was growing more hoarser from every scream and he shocked wildly but he appeared to be chained to his bed. There were other patients too, citizens, some who he had seen around town before but none he knew.
Rints head throbbed with pain but he got up anyway. He still wore his old cloth, his vest had been stained with blood and dirt. He should go home and change or maybe he should wait for the doctore to return. The patient screamed again and made Rints head to trobbe even more.
That was it, he needed to get out of here.

[lonewolf]

Rasta johnson - go's out side
i have to get some one any one on the C.B Radio
1= 9  1= 9 for a copy do you read me
over ? Davis are you there
if you can read me Davis can you help me find Rints

i  am going to drive to the outpost then to see what's going on in the refugee camp
i lost my maps ?
they killed my son and wife we need to find that map if it falls in the wrong hands
it will mean the end of us all

[Fisherson]

The RP is dead, bro. Weird enough though I was thinking about starting this up again. How'd you know?

[carrionmarksman]

In case you want to restart...
This map was from an old RP I did on a different forum:


It can easily be fixed to adapt to your game, Fish.
I'd also like to join in.

[Fisherson]

Okay. I 'll use your map, but it'll need some modifications. Also I have to talk to everyone who
was here befforeand see if I can get them all together.