Post by Mushgnome on Jan 8, 2012 10:44:55 GMT -6
The Party (dressed in their street clothes), accompanied by Malleable and Drosophila Teamster, leaves Critters and crosses the river, heading south on Garrison Street. Drosophila deftly maneuvers the forklift through the congestion of Main Street and the Merchant District, then skirts the edge of the University traveling along Pickman Street.
At the corner of Boundary and High, Fated signals to stop at a surplus store called The Rusty Buckle. 7 silver pieces later, he is proud owner of denim overalls, linen undergarments, and a wide-brimmed straw hat. [Anyone else with last-minute errands? The Rusty Buckle is the closest shop to your house; nothing fancy, but they have basic clothing, tools, supplies, etc. at a reasonable price.]
Following the teamsters, you zigzag left on Boundary, right on Saltonstall, and finally left onto the rutted, muddy Hill Street. At this point, the forklift begins to struggle, and it requires the combined effort of the brother-sister Teamsters to maneuver it through the mud.
The dilapidated farmhouse at 440 Hill Street has what realtors call "old charm." It's in desperate need of a coat of paint and a few basic repairs. But you can immediately see its potential as a base of operations. Gunnery notes the cupola and widow's walk on the roof that will give a commanding view of the property. You also see a field (overgrown with weeds), an orchard (trees gnarled and twisted), a barn, and a couple of small sheds.
Fated takes a deep breath, produces the key with a flourish, and strides to the front door...
[1d6]
The key turns smoothly in the lock, the door opens with a loud creak, and the party peers into the gloom and dust. All is quiet within...
At the corner of Boundary and High, Fated signals to stop at a surplus store called The Rusty Buckle. 7 silver pieces later, he is proud owner of denim overalls, linen undergarments, and a wide-brimmed straw hat. [Anyone else with last-minute errands? The Rusty Buckle is the closest shop to your house; nothing fancy, but they have basic clothing, tools, supplies, etc. at a reasonable price.]
Following the teamsters, you zigzag left on Boundary, right on Saltonstall, and finally left onto the rutted, muddy Hill Street. At this point, the forklift begins to struggle, and it requires the combined effort of the brother-sister Teamsters to maneuver it through the mud.
The dilapidated farmhouse at 440 Hill Street has what realtors call "old charm." It's in desperate need of a coat of paint and a few basic repairs. But you can immediately see its potential as a base of operations. Gunnery notes the cupola and widow's walk on the roof that will give a commanding view of the property. You also see a field (overgrown with weeds), an orchard (trees gnarled and twisted), a barn, and a couple of small sheds.
Fated takes a deep breath, produces the key with a flourish, and strides to the front door...
[1d6]
The key turns smoothly in the lock, the door opens with a loud creak, and the party peers into the gloom and dust. All is quiet within...
