Play@YSDC

OOC:   Allister Sergeant Dexterity Rolls (rolled in his absence) 1.Dexterity Roll 60%: 1d100 60 2.Dexterity Roll 60%: 1d100 15

Inside the garage mayhem ensues as people rush this way and that in an attempt to pull Emilia from the building. Amongst the failures only Dorothy seems to have the speed and reflexes necessary as she grasps the woman’s hand and pulls her towards the doors which Alister has thrown wide as he makes his dash for the cottage, closely followed by Sean. Outside the ground is a slippery combination of rain slicked grass and soggy earth, a combination that does little to provide steady footing. Both men slip and slide several times, but safely traverse the ground to the back porch of the cottage.

As they run, behind them several other fleeing figures burst from the garage, amongst them still pulled by the young reporter, Emelia showing no resistance, merely moving as if some kind of automaton. However it seems that two of your companions are missing, the architect, Keiffer, and the spook guy, Maynard…

OOC:   Given the time of events, only Maynard and Keiffer may react to what is happening inside the garage, to retrace your steps to the garage may not mean arriving at a beneficial time.

Maynard,As you attempted to rescue Emelia you had slipped badly, falling to the garage floor. As you do so you hear a cracking sound from your right ankle and white hot pain flares around the area. Tentatively you flex the joint, almost as a reaction, it doesn’t feel broken just sprained. However something moving into your vision causes you most concern, something that has a constantly changing shape, in one instant round and opaque, in another a random series of translucent light spots. Yet no matter the form the whole thing seems to flow with some ever changing liquidescent fire that drips and churns without leaving the object. It hovers mere feet above you… To your left about ten feet from you is the bulk of the old Ford saloon. Behind you, the wooden stairs that lead up to the hayloft. To your right an old scarred workbench its surface covered in a collection of tools. In front of you the doors, open to the elements through which the others have departed at a run. All except the figure of the architect [b]Keiffer[/b], who pauses momentarily and glances backward. For an instant you can almost see pity in his eyes as above you the shape begins to slowly descend, tentacles of raw fire starting to form, giving it the appearance of some burning octopus. Although nothing mars it fiery surface, you can almost feel something probing, questioningly at your mind…

Kieffer,With a curse you slip, momentarily losing your balance. However you manage to recover before disaster can strike, some sixth sense warns you that this might not be a good time to fall to the floor. As a result you are moments behind the others as you rush for the garage doors that have been flung open. Ahead you can see them as they slip and slide their way towards the cottage from which you had earlier fled. As the chaos of the storm seems to welcome you, something, a noise perhaps, makes you glance back. In that moment you see[b] Maynard[/b] slip to the floor, above him a familiar shape flashes and sparks as it flows through the air towards his unprotected form… To his left is the car. To his right an old work-bench. Behind him the stairs, and above him the Light…

Kieffer's eyes are wide with horror as he sees the light moving towards the stricken Maynard. It is too late to try and drag him clear.

“Roll!” he screams as loudly as he can. “Under the car! To your left! Roll under the car!”

Dorothy tries to keep Emilia from seeing what's going on in the garage. She's had too many shocks already.

Sean holds open the kitchen door when he arrives back at the cottage and helps the others inside.

Panting, Judith sees the box Mr. Kieffer had said he'd left in the kitchen and snatches it up.

OOC:   Maynard’s Power Roll (made in order to keep the action flowing) Power Roll 60%: 1d100 44

Through a rising fog of fascination, as if slowly being mesmerized by the Light’s ever shifting shape, Maynard is dimly aware of a shout from the doorway. Instantly his mind refocuses and without thought begins a roll to his left towards the old Ford.

From his position in the open doorway Keiffer watches in horror as the prone Maynard begins to roll towards the cover of the car. As if in slow motion both man and entity move, Maynard rolling, despite his ankle, and the Light’s fiery tentacles reaching down probing towards the slowly moving figure. Too late! Too late!! Screams the architects mind as it seems Maynard has little chance against the creature, he will be engulfed by the myriad of flaming appendages long before he reaches the cover of the car.

Yet at that moment something strange happens. The tentacles halt in their movement,inches from their targets body, quiver for a moment as if awaiting some command, then retract towards the now ball shaped Light as if no longer interested in the still rolling figure. Keiffer has but a brief moment to consider this odd turn of events before the Light begins to move once more, flowing like a river of luminosity towards a new target – him…

At this point Keiffer can try a Dexterity Roll if he chooses to make a dash for the cottage. Or you can try a Dodge Roll to try and distance yourself from the oncoming Light. Oh, and whichever you choose can you also make a Power Roll (a failure makes ether of the rolls you choose Hard)

Elsewhere; Sean shoves the back door open to allow Alister and Judith to enter the cottage. While behind him the sound of Dorothy and Emilia’s progress across the short distance from garage to house is evident. Alister pushes past Sean, a hint of panic in his tight lipped expression, to the closed kitchen/hall door he runs without pausing. To find it shut fast…

Judith, a mere footstep behind the two men, rushes over to a discarded metal box a few feet from the door to which Alister has moved…

OOC:   Remember the events occuring in the garage happen at the same time as those within the kitchen. So other than Keiffer no one is aware of developments between Maynard and the entity. In an effort to maintain some sort of pace I have acted on behalf of Maynard and Alister, however they may take control of their characters again at any time.

"Who's got the wax?" asks Sean. "We'll need that to seal the thing in the box."

To his astonishment, Kieffer sees the light flowing towards him.

“Fair enough” he thinks. “This is what I planned anyway”.

He turns and runs to the trees, hoping to draw the light away from the house and the others.

OOC,Dex 50:[url=http://orokos.com/roll/505549]dex[/url]: [u]1d100[/u] [b]55[/b] Power 40: [url=http://orokos.com/roll/505550]Power[/url]: [u]1d100[/u] [b]36[/b]

Keiffer runs full speed for the trees, miraculously managing to keep his footing on the slippery ground. Within moments he has entered the fringe of wind swept greenery, all around him there is noise, from the crack and creak of the wind tossed branches, the snap and pop of the undergrowth, to the slap and shriek of the tempest driven rain and a deep overhead rumble of thunder.

Lightning flares, throwing shadows that seem to move like clawing fingers towards him. Luckily he still holds the flashlight he had picked up in the gas station, so is quickly able to pick a path between the thick growth of woods.

He chances a look behind him and is gratified to see that the Light appears to have followed him outside the garage, without halting to acquire his trail, it seems to flow in his direction at a fast speed.
With a wry grin of success the architect enters the trees, ducking the attention of one wind whipped branch. Then, oh horror, the flashlight flickers ominously and the beam of light fails…

At this point Kieffer can try a luck roll with advantage (Roll twice and pick the highest), due to his having been warned about its unreliability, to shake it back to life.

Back in the garage, Maynard, almost ready to give up, watches in disbelief as the Light leaves him and flows towards Kieffer who ducks and runs outside. The Light, as if hunting, follows, and Maynard is alone…

Maynard stares in disbelief at his good fortune. Sweat covers his entire body and his hair stands on end which indicates just how close he was to getting incinerated by the ball lightening. He starts to shake and stands shivering for a moment or two before his rational mind starts to take hold once more.

"What the ... How did that happen," he ponders? "After a few moments deliberation he concludes that the ball of electricity, is more than simple ball-lightening as it has just exhibited some kind of rational, pre-determined behaviour. "I should have would up like the other poor unfortunates yet at the last moment it ... it "decided" that maybe Kieffer was a better proposition. Keiffer I have to help him!"

Alone in the dark garage, Maynard, tentatively rises to his feet White hot pain flares from his right ankle as he puts weight on it, but he grits his teeth and casts his eyes around for some sort of walking stick. He knows that if he is to aid Keiffer he will need to find some sort of support. In that instant the lightning flares outside once more and the interior of the garage is momentarily lit up like some kind of crazy neon sign, and in its light he notices some kind of walking stick half pushed beneath the work bech as if unwanted and forgotten. Closer examination reveals it to be a simple, stout hickory walking stick of indeterminable age. The smoothness of the curved handle shows much use, though not for a long time.

The stick proves serviceable despite its age, and with its aid Maynard steps carefully towards the wind rattled doors in search of the architect and his apparent nemesis…

Maynard, courtesy of the badly strained ankle, will have his mobility affected. From this point all Dexterity based rolls will be at a Disadvantage (roll twice choose the lowest).

Elsewhere, Sean holds the back door of the cottage against the wind, as the others enter the cottage their expressions showing the horror of the moment. As Dorothy and her charge, Emilia, push into the sanctuary, the sudden appearance of a flashlight’s beam from the garage draws his attention. Keiffer, the architect, the thought flashes through his mind, only he had another flashlight.
In a moment, the flashlight armed figure had sped treeward, away from the house and garage the light vanishing amongst the storm tossed woods. No more than a couple of seconds behind him a familiar shape emerges into view and unhesitatingly flows into the night in pursuit…

In the kitchen of the cottage, Allister, already at the closed door to the hall, grabs the handle and tries to push it open. Despite his intentions the paneled door refuses to budge. With mounting horror visible on his face and the wildness of fear easily apparent in his eyes, he realizes that the door opens towards him. He stops pushing and pulls it open revealing the hallway dimly lit by a solitary light bulb…

Kieffer

Luck,Luck 11: [url=http://orokos.com/roll/505883]Luck[/url]: [u]1d100[/u] [b]95[/b] One more time: [url=http://orokos.com/roll/505884]Luck[/url]: [u]1d100[/u] [b]70[/b]

His heart sinks as the light from his torch fades. He slaps it against his leg as he stumbles through the undergrowth, but it refuses to come back on.

He knows he can't outrun the light forever, put he presses on, knowing now that it is just a matter of minutes. He doesn't look back.

"We know it's repelled by electricity," says Sean. "There has to be something we can do using the generator to protect ourselves and help us trap it. It entered through the stove before, which is made of metal. If we bring the generator up here, we could hook up wires to the stove in case it tries again, with a switch so we can turn it on or off at will. Then the next time it gets in that way, we could just flip the switch and zap it!"

Priest wrote:In the kitchen of the cottage, Allister, already at the closed door to the hall, grabs the handle and tries to push it open. Despite his intentions the paneled door refuses to budge. With mounting horror visible on his face and the wildness of fear easily apparent in his eyes, he realizes that the door opens towards him. He stops pushing and pulls it open revealing the hallway dimly lit by a solitary light bulb…

Alister Sergeant

Feeling lost, Alister glances backwards, in search of his companions.

"Quick, come this way!" he shouts, and steps into the hallways, holding the door open.

Sean heads into the hall.

Still clutching the box, Judith follows the two men from the kitchen; she supposes the cellar must be as safe as anywhere in this waking nightmare.

Leaning heavily on the stick, Maynard hobbles outside peering into the darkness, wincing every time I puts my weight on his injured ankle. By the time I s manages to stagger outside, I am drenched in a cold sweat and my breath comes in ragged pants.

"Keiffer ... gotta help the poor guy. Even if he was twenty feet away from me, it'd take me an age to reach him - but I gotta try!"

"Keiffer, Keiffer, Where are you buddy?" I call out more in hope than expectation of an answer.