Wasteland Chronicles

[Frag-Happy]

((Kinda sorta bumping this. If thats allowed x3))

[Frag-Happy]

((I wonder if everyone forgot about this x3))

[TheRealBigBoss]

Originally Posted by Frag-Happy

((I wonder if everyone forgot about this x3))

Ummm... yeah, I did kinda forget.

But hey, in my defense, I have been kinda busy with stuff... soooo...

[Pandut]

Originally Posted by TheRealBigBoss

Ummm... yeah, I did kinda forget.

But hey, in my defense, I have been kinda busy with stuff... soooo...

Yeah, school has been hammering me. I tried to put this as part of my list of things to do, but I wasn't able to get to it...

[Jay the Arbiter]

Admitingly, i've been waiting for someone else to post before i did.

[LocustTheron05]

Grey dust sweeped across an old, cracked, human-made road as an exhausted Kantus shuffled his feet along it. He dragged his light shoes along, making strange marks in the sand as a loud horn blasted in his ear. His clothes were torn and unkept, his once white robes covered in dirt and small spots of blood. A small duffle bag hung over his shoulder, making him lean to the right. His helmet was replaced with a sort of hat, that tilted to one side. And his eyes seemed to be closed as his mouth hung open and his jaw swung side to side with a dry, tannish tounge hanging out the front. The sun beat down on his burnt red neck, so much that he decided to finally rest, and sit in a lake that he had found. He stood at the lake-side, took a deep breath, and plopped down backwards into the water. While in the water, he first quenched his thirst, though the water was thick with dirt, then he proceeded to wash his clothes, some-what. His hat floated around through the water as the Kantus un-sheathed his ceremonial sword and washed it in the water, cleaning any blood or sand off of every part of it, bringing it back to its former beuty. When he put the sword back on his waist, he tilted his head, and stood completely still. Native birds flew overhead as the echo of a gunshot rang out. The Kantus continued to stand still and muttered prayers under his breath as human bursted around the corner of a nearby building, chasing what seemed to be a Racer. The human slid to a halt as he brought his weapon's sights to his eye, aimed, and fired. The Racer crashed into the ground face first in a puff of dust. The human laughed and cheered as he moved torwards his kill. The kantus stood motionless, his prayers now shifted torward the Racer. The human picked up the dog-like animal by the scruff of its neck, and his smile completely disappeared when he turned to see the Kantus, standing waist high in the water, staring at him with his hands at his sides. The human laid his kill down on the ground, aimed his gun in the air, and fired. Click. "Its all out," the human said, dropping his Lancer on the ground. "You got me." he finished. "And youve got your dinner." the Kantus said, smiling. The human tilted his head with a perplexed look on his face. "Excuse me?" he said, moving backwards. Even though the Kantus usually never carried a weapon, he usually kept ammo clips in his duffle bag, for when his allies needed them. "You wont make it far without a weapon." the Kantus said, wading out of the water. "Its a good thing im ending here then." the human replied, keeping a close eye of the Kantus. his blood ran cold as he saw the Kantus reach for the bag, and he closed his eyes. The Kantus unzippered the bag, and shuffled through its contents until he found a single Lancer clip, and pulled it out. The Kantus reached his arm behind himself and tossed the lancer clip torwards the human, who was peeking through his fingers. He quickley removed his hands from his face and caught the clip, stunned. He thought about loading the gun and shooting the foolish Kantus wading back into the water, back torwards him, but he thought better. The Kantus moved back into the water as the human looked at him for a moment, picked up his gun, loaded it, and slung it on his back. The Kantus smiled again as the human picked up the dead Racer and brushed the flies off of it as he continued down the road. 'Youve helped another person, Momawk." he said as he reached for his hat, shook the water off of it, and placed it back upon his head.

[LocustTheron05]

Name: Momawk
Race: Kantus
Age: 29
Height: 6 feet, 10 inches
Personality: Has an immense love of life and all living things, and believes that talk is the most powerful weapon, aside from his sword.
Weapon: Fists and sword.
Family: Missing parents. Missing brother. One child, boy.
Home: Prax
Occupation: Town doctor.

[LocustTheron05]

Sorry for the triple post.

Momawk Nayoon, Prax
Momawk gathered up his bag and the rest of his belongings as he continued back to his dwelling in Prax. He hadn’t seen his son in days, and was eager to tell him what he had seen on his adventure. It was just morning, and he intended on sitting and talking with his friends back home. He always missed Prax when he was away, and he enjoyed coming back after a long absence.

It was just about noon when he arrived back in Prax. Most people nodded at him as he treaded through its grimy streets. The buildings in his part of the city were quite small, with only two bedrooms. It was easy to navigate through its eventful streets though, because the wide passages allowed easy movement. When he neared his house, he stopped and removed his key from his pocket and opened the door.

His son, Harugak, who was barely 7 years of age, slid down out of his chair and ran to greet him. Momawk dropped all of his belongings beside himself and crouched down to Harugak’s height, catching him as he ran towards him. His son had adapted to living by himself and preparing food while his father was away, and was quite smart for his age. “How have you been doing here?” Momawk said after patting his son on the shoulder. “Just fine, I have almost fixed the gun too!” he said, running around behind the table and climbing back onto the chair. On the table lied an antique Hammerburst-II, almost reassembled. “Very good, son.” Momawk said, inspecting the weapon at every angle. It seemed to be put together correctly, and almost ready to go back into action. “I have taught you well.” He finished as he placed his bag on the table. “And for you listening, I have a treat for you.” He said as he looked through the contents of the bag and revealed an old COG combat knife, in pristine condition. Harugak’s eyes lit up as he gently pushed the Hammerburst aside. Momawk placed the knife on the table in front of him and looked back at Harugak as he placed his hat on the table. The small hand reached around the hilt of the knife and lifted it above the table. “Thank you, father.” He said as he waved the knife around, smiling. “Come outside, I’ll show you how to use it.” Momawk said joyfully as he headed for the door.

[Jay the Arbiter]

Well, i'm rusty, so give us a mo.

Roodaka

The priestess Roodaka couldn't sleep, she couldn't work out what was keeping her up, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get to sleep, eventually giving up, she got herself out of her bed and shook her head.

She looked over to Vore, who was resting on a few sheets on the floor, how he ever managed to keep comfy on the floor was a mystery, but at least he was finally getting some well deserved sleep.

Roodaka donned her robes and small cloak before leaping up the ceiling hatch and climbing out, Prax was now covered in night, most of the inhabitants had gone to slumber now, perfect, a chance for some peace.

After making her way down to the street level, Roodaka sat cross legged on a bench and began to meditate.

It was probably nothing, but she had alot of thoughts on her mind, like would Vore accept the proposition of staying here? He was always on the move, going where he was needed, Vore mentioned to her once that he had worked for every tribe at least once, so obviously, he had alot of "Old employers" still out there.

A quick jolt of pain struck Roodaka's stomach, nothing serious, just a quick jab before easing off, once the pain died down, Roodaka returned to her meditating.

Last i checked, Prax was at night.

[LocustTheron05]

Correct, Jay. Also, if anyone needs help, please stop by my office in lesser Prax, I am highly educated doctor, and I like to help people. I will also accompany you on trips, and I am a part time combatant. My son is also an O.K. engineer, and will fix any damaged weapon for a small fee of scrap metal.

Momawk Nayon

Lesser Prax’s streets.

Momawks boy had already learned most of his skills with the knife before the sun went down on the Seran evening. The streets had been cleared, and only a few Locust could be seen wandering around the sleepy part of Prax, where Momawk’s house and office was located. Usually, no one talked at night, but mostly kept to themselves, out of respect for their sleeping neighbors. It had been 4 days, to be exact, since Momawk left Prax in search for supplies, and he needed to rest.

Momawk Nayon

Momawk’s Shack, Prax

In Momawk’s small house in lesser Prax, he and his son slept in the same room. Harugak, however, was not sleeping. Harugak stayed up a majority of the night, staring out the window, and, quietly as possible, re-constructing the Hammerburst. He liked pre-incident weapons, how they felt, fired, and how they sounded. He had never used a Hammerburst though, and he was determined to fix it, and prove to his father that he could complete such a task. Harugak stayed up most of the night to send his father to work as well. His father is the town doctor, and most people count on him to treat any illness or injury they or someone they know has suffered. Harugak knew many medical skills as well, and even acted as his assistant when he was working. Harugak waited until the sun just peaked over the horizon line until he shook his father awake.

Momawk opened his eyes, smiled, slid out of the bed, then out the door. Momawk returned after several moments and turned on his sink. He washed his hands with the gutter water collected from an earlier rain storm, and then paused to see the Hammerburst on the table, fully assembled, magzine inserted. Momawk turned back to see a smiling Harugak. “We will test it when we get back. But for now you should stay and sleep. Remember, you’re not going to miss anything while you’re asleep. Does anything usually happen around here?” Momawk said, setting down the heavy weapon. “I will be home before you know it.” Momawk said as he donned his usual doctor’s robe. He moved to the door, saluted Harugak, and left.