Corrective Labour Camp 234

[Mr. Handy]

Viktor nods and accompanies the others to the mound in the snow.

[Kadael]

Kriptoshenko thinks it over for a moment before agreeing--he's never been one to wait around while others may be in trouble. He will follow Sirko.

[Cearlan]

As you edge closer to the mound you can glimpse through the swirling snowstorm you can see that it is in fact a mound of what looks like human bodies ... surely that cannot be right. You estimate that there must be over four, probably closer to five hundred bodies there. They are all naked and appear to be frozen into grisly contortions and cemented into their resting place by frozen rivers of blood and what appears to be frozen bits of brain tissue, though it is hard to be sure. As you take in the horrid sight, you cannot tear your eyes from the grisly vision in front of you. As you continue forwards you trip on something in the snow.

OOC:   Luck roll to maintain balance as well as an obvious SAN roll costing 1D2 / 1D4+1 loss from seeing the brutalised mound of souls before you, even for those hardened individuals inured by the ravages of combat. How far from the mound are you all and can I have some Spot Hidden rolls please?

If you fall you land face first into the bloodied snow taking in a mouthful as you land.

OOC:   (SAN roll 0 / 1 loss)

Looking down you espy two gore encrusted sledge hammers.

[Priest]

Melnikov keeps a steady line of advance towards the mound.

Luck Roll,55% 1d100 → [46] = (46) http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4473323/

As he advances, keeping his machine gun pointed forward and ready for action, the sight of the heaped bodies causes even him to swallow dryly and start to sweat despite the intense cold.

San Roll,50% 1d100 → [71] = (71) http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4473329/ Failed Sanity Loss 1d4+1 → [3,1] = (4)

Spot Hidden,63% 1d100 → [60] = (60) http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4473360/

[Mr. Handy]

Viktor maintains his footing as he approaches the mound, hanging back somewhat out of caution and habit: snipers are supposed to keep their distance. The sight is just a little too much for him, and his face goes pale. He does, however, remain alert to his surroundings.

[DrPeterson]

Kozlov kept his footing as he approaches the mound, his mind is reeling and he feels bile in his throat, so much so that he fails to notice anything.

Luck,[dice]0[/dice]

Sanity,[dice]1[/dice]

Spot Hidden,[dice]2[/dice]

Sanity Damage,[dice]3[/dice]

[Cearlan]

Those who made their spot hiddens,As you look down in the snow at what snagged your feet you find that you have uncovered what seems to be several pairs of boots containing mummified feet and are awarded with a SAN roll causing 1/1D4 SAN loss from witnessing the buried horrors

Sirko falls flat on his face and scrabbles away from where he fell, a mummified and booted foot in his left hand the look of terror on his face is palpable though he just about manages to maintain control. This despite the frozen bloody snow, slowly melting in his open mouth, something he is totally unaware of. The blood trickling from his mouth may or pay not be his own.

Finally realising he has something in his mouth he spits it out and all but shouts "What the F*£k ..." waving the booted foot in front of him like a talisman.

[Mr. Handy]

Viktor gapes in horror, but soon comes to his senses. " Bozhemoi!" he cries. "How is this possible?"

[DrPeterson]

Kozlov rubbed his chin with a gloved hand.

"Impossible to say how long they've been here, or what happened."


With considerable difficulty, he pulled his eyes away from the mound of murder.


"Let's see if we can find anything inside the building."

[kabukiman]

Luck:
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4476206/
Sanity Loss:
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4476207/
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4476208/
Spot hidden:
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4476210/

Sanity:
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4476212/
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4476213/

Korovin is careful and avoid loosing his feet. But then he look at all those horrors. He have already seen terrible things. Men all mangled with wounds from explosives. Some were so hurt that were only pieces of meat. But he know what have done those wounds. Here was something behind his compreension. And the words from the radio echoed in his mind... He follow the others.

[Mr. Handy]

Viktor gladly turns away from the carnage and advances towards the main building, suppressing a shudder.

[Priest]

San Roll,46% 1d100 → [39] = (39) http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4477518/ passed so -1

Melnikov grunts at the sight, then grins wolfishly at Sirko spitting and swearing.
"If you love me comrade you'd swallow"

[Cearlan]

Sirko glares at Melnikov for a moment then laughs before saying. "Da comrade, like you have swallowed for me so many times in the past!" He throws the boot at Melnikov before he bends and retrieves his AK-74 from where it fell. He looks down brushing the snow off the gun before catching Melnikov's eye and nodding. He then starts towards the main building

Melnikov - As the boot comes towards you, you can swat it away easily, but as you do something falls out of the boot ... what's that - a foot? If it is, it is dried and desiccated beyond anything you have seen before.

Everyone seems to be heading for the building now.

As you all round the corner of the building you see the flagpole with the ragged flag of Holy Russia flapping in the strong winds buffeting the area. You quietly ascend the steps leading to the cabin and listen at the door, and hearing nothing you enter to find yourself in a short corridor with a door off to either side and one front of you.

[Priest]

Melnikov grins at Sirkov's comment, then the grin turns to a grimace as he watches the dessicated object fall to the snow. Slowly and with renewed caution he sweeps the area with his machine gun, finger resting alongside the trigger for instant response to any threat. Covering the other of the teams entry to the building.

He is not liking this, it's too quiet, too odd, but he knows his business. He can feel the short hairs on the back of his neck bristle. He swallows, dryly, then takes two shallow breaths, ready at the slightest provocation to unleash hell from Lara's barrel

[Mr. Handy]

Viktor keeps the doors covered with his Dragunov, awaiting further orders.

[DrPeterson]

Kozlov hand gestures for them to clear the left door first.

[Cearlan]

You slowly open the door and peer in. Silence descends. Silence, other than your heavy breathing and the ever present howling in the wind outside settles on you all you quickly advance into the room in standard, well practiced formation ensuring everyone is well covered. Before you you see desks and filing cabinets scattered around the room in disarray, papers lie randomly strewn across the floor.

A gust of wind blows through the open doors and swirls papers around the office. A door lies partially open on the same wall as the one you have just entered and weak light filters through the high windows.

[Mr. Handy]

Viktor keeps an eye on the hallway behind him, to make sure nobody sneaks up on them from one of the other doors.

[DrPeterson]

Kozlov gestures to go towards the light, one hand firmly on his rifle as he advances in formation.

[Mr. Handy]

Viktor advances towards the light as ordered, his rifle at the ready.