David said, "There's another corpse at the bottom, I think it's a Swampfolk, and there's Swampfolk totem's as well."

Dakayev frowned

" Great, more crap for me to clean"


Dakayev grew sweaty, and his clothes began to show it too. He slowly opened the brass nob of the door and looked into a shallow basemant. Three to four totem polls with dolls on them, and a dead swampfolk, bruiser by appearance.

" Looks like a [censored] swamp church for the psychotic"

Dakayev looked over the disgusting scene and found a large incinerator inside. It was a furnace actually, but it was large, metallic, and had a special hatch designed for something.

" Down she goes I guess"

Dakayev then removed the two totem polls and threw them into the furnace. They charred black before releasing embers of red hot ash. Then he grabbed the swampfolk by the collar on his shirt and dragged him over to furnace. The body burned for over seven minutes before it finally layed there, nothing but bare bones.

" Now then, lets check the plumbing"

Dakayev ran over to a small grey box. There was a nice little nob, and inside of the hatch was a control panel which controlled the AC unit inside the house, and the water flow. Dakayev turned over two of the levers and pushed the power button. The house came to life, lights erupting, and air becoming mildly warm.


" Hey guys, I got the AC and plumbing working!!!"

Dakayev the ran outside of the basemant and looked around the house as the lights were on in their glory, and the air had a nice warm feel to it. He glided up the stairs and went back to his room, and checked the other rooms as-well. Everything was in fine condition. Nothing was broken, the only thing bad was that the floor was dusty.


" Yeah, I am going to mop up these halls. Let me know if anything happens with the AC unit or the pilot lights. Or the vacuum tube lights. "

Red walked through the night fog, casually whistling a merry tune and dragging his axe through the mud with his mutated arm.
His mask was down and intact, but he looked more worn than before, with his clothes caked in mud.
A slow trail of pus was oozing out of scratch marks in his massive right arm, and the skin around the punctures looked red and irritated.
Shrugging it off, he kept going on his determined stride, starting to hear the roaring waves lapping against the land.

It'd been a fruitless search. And a drawn-out one, too. Talking with Swampfolk groups told him nothing, as they still didn't trust him. It's a miracle he wasn't shot on sight. It was different for the Smugglers, though. He'd stumbled on a small band thinking one of them was Ivan, and instead had to boot it through the swamp after taking some bullets to the arm.
Hours had passed, and he'd begun to miss the traveling mercenaries he'd once helped. A gnawing worry kept getting at him, and occasionally he stopped and thought about going back. But no. He had a plan.

Breaking through the foliage, he was greeted by a massive, steep cliff of pure rock. He could hear the sound of churning water being mixed in with angry ripping sounds.
Slowly and cautiously, he squatted down and lifted Cleatus into both hands, edging himself closer to the cliff's edge. Peeking over, he saw a pair of Mirelurk Hunter's fighting over a corpse, while a Swamplurk ignored them both and tore apart another cadaver with his arms and teeth.
Grinning, Red retreated a bit and got up, walking slowly past the nest below.

A high-pitched clicking sound suddenly rushed towards him. With a sigh, he put up his right arm...stopping a young Mirelurk dead in it's tracks.
He had his hand resting right on top of the creature's upper shell, keeping it at a safe distance while it growled and snapped it's claws furiously.
A crudely painted, green smiley face was on it's back. Red knew this Mirelurk, and had marked it so that he could find him among a group of it's brethren when he wanted to.
"Hey there, little fella. I brought something for ya..." Red knelt down and wiggled a dead Bloatfly in the Mirelurk's face.

The Mirelurk lost it's steam, and cautiously glanced towards the cliff edge.
"Dun worry 'bout them. They won't know you have it. So no sharing! How about it?" Red patted the creature affectionately on the head after it yanked the meat out of his hand and devoured it hungrily.
"There we go. Now, wanna help me out for a little bit, buddy?"
The Mirelurk cooed and turned almost docile.
"Thanks. I'm looking for someone. Here, take a whiff of this." Red pulled a half-full bottle of beer from his holster, and let the Mirelurk sniff for a bit.
Inside the bottle was Ivan's urine. He'd scooped it up after going back to the scene of the crime and thought about using the Mirelurk's keen tracking abilities to hunt him down.

Without warning, the Mirelurk bolted for the swamp.
"Wait up, feller!" Red hollered after the creature and jogged behind.
He almost lost the Mirelurk, but the bright paint on it's back reflected off the diminishing moonlight.
Finally, they both stopped at an unexpected location: Right on top of the Ritual site.
Red was now face to face with a surprised Brawler and frightened Creeper, while the Mirelurk wailed like a baby and ran.
They stood like that for a while, their eyes locked in shock before Red cleared his throat and spoke.
"Uh...hey, pardners." The Brawler raised his Rifle, but let it drop when the Creeper holding a Shovel replied.
"Whaddya doin', [censored]? Ain't you s'posed to know that this here's a secret place?! I reckon anybody's figgerred that much out!"
Red relaxed a bit. Luck was on his side.
"Yeah, sorry 'bout that. Got a little lost chasing mah next meal. He smelled like human piss, he did. Thought he was an outsider 'till I saw that shiny ol' shell." He chuckled in unison with the other two, who stepped back and put their weapons away.
"Yeah! Them skinnies is good eatins'! As a matter o' fact, we're waitin' for some fellas of our's to come back with some of that! Wanna stick around?"
The Creeper grinned a broken smile, and Red's heart sank a bit.
"You...uh...found a human?"
"Oh, hell yes! A big ol' group, actually! Rippy and his gang said they'd chop 'em up real good. Maybe even sack-o-fice one. I wonder where they are?"

Red started to pull his axe up, resting it across both his hands.
Suddenly, a huge Tracker broke through the trees on the other side of the clearing, and barked at the other two.
"Guys! Guys! I dun come back from Rippy's...Dead! Deader than doornails, every one of 'em! Damn humies got away!"
The two guards groaned and looked at each other. "No meal? Awwwww maaaan!"
The Tracker suddenly grinned, making Red's face drain of color.
"Nah, listen up! I know where they are! They held up over in that ol' mansion! Followed their scent their meself! C'mon, get the others and I'll tell 'em all! Barbeque!"
The trio whistled and hooted, while Red stepped a bit closer, his pulse pounding.
He knew it had to be the mercenaries. They'd been lucky. But now, he had to save them in his own way.

He roared and brought Cleatus smashing right through the side of the Brawler, who cried out for a second before flopping onto the ground, his rib cage bust open.
The Tracker swore and charged, unarmed, while the Creeper stared in shock.
Red stabbed down into the Tracker's shoulder, but the Swampfolk just kept running, and tackled them both to the ground.
Red took two punches straight to the face before he knocked the guy off him with a single hook from his mutated arm.
He got up wheezing, and yanked his axe out of the guy's body before bringing it back down onto his head, finally killing him.

The Creeper yelled, flailing the shovel around wildly. Red left his axe on the ground and smacked him right in the face, making him drop the shovel and stumble forward blindly.
Red grunted, picking up the shovel and driving it straight through the Creeper's chest, who fell down and died with the others.

Red stood there, panting, tired.
There was blood and pus everywhere, yet it started laughing to himself. He did it. He averted a disaster.
But he still had to reach the mercenaries. Make sure they were safe.

Until the darkness of night was replaced by the morning rays of sunlight...he ran. Busting through tree trunks, and side-stepping any Ghoul that came in his way.
Finally, he stopped at the front of the mansion. Grinning, he walked up to the door...and noticed something.
With a frown that quickly turned to bewilderment, he noticed that there were no other footprints even up to the door. And he knew Abe well enough to know that he would probably see him or shoot from a sentry position.
Mumbling, he stared at a plaque engraved on the door.
It read: Calvert Mansion.
Was there another manor in Point Lookout?

"...Son of a [censored]!"

He took off running again.
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This time wheezing from the pure exhaustion, he simply walked up to the door, dragging Cleatus through the ground and dead Ghoul bodies that littered the dirt in front of Blackhall Manor.
He stopped a few feet from the door, and glanced around.
"...Helloooooo? Y'all in there? Helloooo? S'me!"
He tapped a tree trunk with the end of his Axe, making a light THUNK sound.
"It's Red, guys! C'mon! You there?"
He heard a gunshot, and the sound of splintering wood made him leap forward a few inches.
"Criminy! Don't shoot, ya [censored]s! I went through hell already!"

(( And I'm back. ))

Aiden was heading downstairs to Dakayev when he heard yells outside. "Helloooooo?" Aiden heard. He sprinted down the stairs and stopped in front of the window. He knew it was a Swampfolk, but they weren't ready for a fight. He squinted through the cracks in the window where the wood planks hadn't passed. Outside stood a large Swampfolk, and began banging on a tree. He began to notice the face. "I'll be damned.." Aiden said as he jogged to the front door.

He began to push away the chairs he set up as barricades. He kicked them to the side and put his hands on both doorknobs. He turned them then opened them. He started to run outside to greet a familiar face. "Hot damn, I didn't think you'd find us. I was planning on sending a scav team to find you, but now we don't even need that. Welcome back!" Aiden said to Red as he motioned to pat him on the back. He noticed Red's clothes were splashed with blood.

"What happened? Get in a fight on your way here or something? Well, anyways, I'll give you a little info on what's been going on while you were gone. We were captured by Swampfolk, but Tribals got us out. Turns out they're hostile. I have no idea why they saved us. But we found Ivan. He was taken away by the Swampfolk and sacrificed. We said our farewells and I buried him. Then we came here. There was an attack on the mansion, all ghouls.

"We were getting overwhelmed by ghouls, but I got them out. The thing was, get a grenade and cover it in blood. Toss it yards away, and the ghouls will smell the blood on the grenade. And the ferals are blind, so they think its you and run at the grenade. By the time they realize it's a grenade, it's too late and the grenade explodes. Gotta remember that one. Roy was badly injured in the attack and he's under medical attention now. So here we are now. What's been going on with you?"

David was searching the bookshelves when he found an old piece of parchment. It talked about a book of great evil called the Krivbeknih, which could be used for black magic rituals, such as mind control. David muttered, "I knew something was wrong about this place.", and went back to the others to tell them about the parchment.

((OOC: What the hell, guys? I thought you guys actually liked this RP. Now you're all going to let this die?))

Abe looked down as the hulking swampfolk trudged through the door and into the mansion. Aiden quickly explained everything that had happened, and Abraham was eager to get to talking with Red.

"Well friend, we sure could of used you last night, all hell broke loose as Aiden here explained." said Abraham walking down the stairs, and then patting Red on the shoulder.

"Dakayev, a gunner fer us, wll he's tryin' to fix up Blackhall Manor." Abe shouldered his rifle, tipped back his hat and looked at the ceiling, "Not much fixin' to do in my opinion."

Abe then turned to Red in a more serious tone, "Those two tribals, I know they're behind the ghoul attack. Nothin' but trouble, the bastards. Roy's hurt, so is Gabriel, they need to pay dammit!" shouted Abraham, the he calmed himself down. "If you could maybe speak to them, that we mean no harm, and that they stop trying to kill us, I won't have to kill them."

Aiden sat on the stairs and listen to Abe's speech. "Yeah, and tell 'em we're not [censored] damn tourists either! I'm getting real sick of that nickname." Aiden got up and walked to the kitchen. He pushed open the doors. The kitchen was a mess. Tin cans, dirty cups and plates, empty Nuka-Cola bottles everywhere.. Aiden sighed and continued to the refrigerator. He opened it up, and a family of radroaches awaited.

They had been eating split open packages of food, overflowing with maggots. Aiden gagged and unholstered his 10mm. He killed the radroaches and shut the refrigerater closed. He quickly put away his gun and ran to the door that led outside from the kitchen. Once the door opened, Aiden squatted over and puked onto the ground. He searched his pockets for a disposable cloth and found a small hankerchief. He wiped his mouth and tossed it onto the ground.

He went back inside and closed the door. He quickly got out of the kitchen and closed it. "Nobody go in the kitchen.. It needs to be cleaned. Or isolated.. Which I would prefer." Aiden said as he slumped back onto the stairs. "We got any beer? I need to calm myself down." He moved his fingers through his hair and sighed. He was tired. He got up and got to the top of the stairs. He passed down the halls.

He stopped at the last room and opened the door. The master bedroom. He closed the door behind him and puled off his hat. he set it down on a desk and got to the bed. He let himself drop onto it. A cloud of dust came up as he fell on it. But he didn't really care as long as it was soft. He needed to relax. He hadn't relaxed since the motel. Alot of things recently happened. Ivan died, Roy almost died, and Gabriel was injured. He really needed to take a load off. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Francois Lachon won't e back for a while, he possibly has swine flu.

((OOC: Swine flu? Holy crap.))

((OOC: Sorry, I should've told you I was going away. I'll be back on the 7th of August))

OOC: Damn right, I'm amazed I can get on the Comptuer, Quarantine is very, very, stupid. I'm just messaging here to say: I'm out, really sorry, I can't devote enough time to this, I need to devote half of my day to sleeping, pills, and resting.

Aiden woke up the next morning to some yells outside the mansion. A pack of hillfolk were inspecting the house. "Why's th' windows n' doors boarded up?" the Tracker asked. "I dunno, but we're breakin' in the place! I hear th' only guy livin' in here is a geezer, he'll make a good meal. The taste of humans ages like wine!" the Creeper said. The Brawler spoke up. "I dun know if we should go in 'dere. It seems too good t' be true." The Tracker pushed them out of the way and smashed the door open with his foot. "YEE HAW! I smell FOOD!!!! COME ON OUT!! RUN, RABBIT!!"

Dakayev was admiring his handy-work when two hill folk came running across the front entrance.


" So much for re-modeling "


He then ran up the stairs from where the kitchen was and opened the old wardrobe his stashed his weapons inside. He pulled out his CAR and moved downstairs. He saw the two hillfolk ripping the door apart. Dakayev wanted to live here and a bunch of rednecks were ruining his dream. He whistled to them and aimed his CAR.

" Say hello to the AK-120 you red-neck inbred son's o [censored]es!!!!"

And with that Dakayev unleashed a horde of bullets on the hill-folk. The Brawler simply stared in horror as his body was torn to shreds by the rounds Dakayev fired. He pulled the trigger on his double barreled shotgun, only missing and hitting the remnants of the door. The Bruiser was simply staring at him, raising its axe while the bullets filled up its stomach of lead. Before it could swing the axe, it stepped back, and started to flee.

" Dis ain't the las of us, ya hear?!"

The Bruiser simply ran off into the brush. Dakayev then holstered his CAR on his back. When he was done fixing up his clips of ammo he heard a cry in the forest.

" Help, someone, please"


OOC: You know where I am going with this right ?

((OOC: Damn straight. ))

Aiden ran out of the room and down the stairs. "Wow.. Dead already? You guys really know your way around. Alright, but, we already spent two days in here. We're attracting attention, and we no longer have a front door. We need to get back to the pier and get out of here. We can count on it that there are no supplies here." Aiden got his things from the bottom of the stairs where he left them, but stopped when he heard a woman calling for help.

" I'll go investigate, just keep Roy and the others on their feet until we can all get our guns hot and ready for action. "


Dakayev then waved to Aiden as he moved into the forest to investigate the cries for help.

" Help, please"

" Anyone there?"

" Oh, thank god, please, I am over here, near the log"

Dakayev scratched his head, he moved over to where he thought this "log" was until he found an old stump, behind it, was a women, tied up. Brown hair, merc grunt outfit, blue eyes.


" Well Lenin be damned, what is a pretty thing like you doing here?"

" I was on a scouting party for regulator band when I got caught up here. Some kind of freak jumped up and dragged me here, saying I was on his dinner plate later. I don't care either way, I just want out"


Dakayev smiled and un-roped the woman.

" Well, I have a group back at the Blackhall manor, you don't think it'd be bad if we went back. I am good a making barricades, nothing is going to get you"

The female regulator then stood up and nodded. They walked on until Dakayev spoke .

" If you're a regulator, why do you have a grunt outfit, like most merc bands?"


The woman replied " Well if you want to travel comfy and light on a trip to a swamp, I wouldn't bring in a duster that is going to soaken up with all the fog. And besides, we needed the least weight we could get"

Dakayev replied " Well, that sounds reasonable, there, Aiden!!!! We got a lady here, take here to a room while I fix up the doors! "

OOC: You know which room.....

((OOC: Err, no I don't.))

OOC: You're kidding right? Let me remind you, my room. Dakayev's room. Capeesh?

Dakayev began to assemble the barrier to the front entrance. With a few nails and plywood, he got the door barricaded, using old oil barrels as the reinforcement to the front.

" Aiden, how is she doing?"

Dakayev swiped the sweat from his face and began to think about the regulator he found today.

" Her, me, both in the same buisness, in some sort of connection. I wonder what she would think?"

Dakayev then hammered away at the door, more plywood covering the openings.

"I haven't even talked to her yet." Aiden replied. He looked over at the woman who came in. "Oh, follow me. I'm guessing you're awfully tired. I'm sure we'll find your team when we get ready to leave later." Aiden began leading her to one of the rooms. "Well, nobody's inside.. I guess you could go in and rest for a little. Also, if you need to use the bathroom, it's down the hall to the right, first room at the turn. And please don't go into the first room to the left of the stairs, we got some injured guys in there healing up."

Aiden left the woman in the room to do what she needed then went back to the staircase. "Alright, Dakayev, she's in one of the rooms. She'll be fine." Aiden sat on a step of the stairs and began smoking out of boredom.

Red was still sleeping during the whole event.
Only when the legs under the chair he'd fallen asleep on had finally broken from his weight and the shaking of the house around him did he wake up.
The days past activities had worn him down, but he was still pretty chipper in the morning. This was because of a mixture of excitement and over-doing it for being so tired the night before.
Chuckling, he walked to the main floor and slapped Dakayev on the back.
"Another great day, eh? Hahahaaa!" He belted out, then suddenly frowned from under his mask, and stared down at his own feet.
He traced a line of blood from his boot to a smelling corpse nearby.
"Ehhh...I miss somethin'?" Squatting down, Red poked the dead Tracker and turned him over, examining the bullet-ridden remains. "Daaaamn. It's like the county fair...'cept we're the food on the ground...and everyone else's the people stepping on- Aw, nevermind. It's still too early." He laughed lowly again, unfazed by the dead bodies in front of him.

Suddenly, he saw a strange new girl go by with Aiden He scratched his scalp before turning to Dakayev again.
"You gotta lady friend I don't know 'bout? Sure as hell doesn't look like that other chick."

Dakayev nodded.


" She's a looker ain't she?"

Dakayev laughed


" Abraham would probally go ape on here and forget about Panada. And she sure isn't impolite, unlike you know who, hint, Gabriel."

Dakayev smiled then dropped his hammer on his toe

" [censored], that hurt, hey Aiden, what do you think about this barricade? Good enough or does she need some more work?"

"It's alright, but we're headin' the hell outta here in a few hours. We need to get back home, make sure nobody busted down the front door of the headquarters." Aiden said, continuing on his cigarette.

Red's ears suddenly perked up at those words.
"Headin' back? Mind if I...ehhhhh...tag along?"
He dragged a chair over before plopping down in it, pulling a beer out of his holster that he'd taken from the fridge a night before.
"Ya see...I ain't like the rest of the psychos out here. And I sure as hell don't wanna spend the rest of my days living here. I've seen more travelers come here than you guys...all kinds, from [censored] guys wearing shiny metal armor to skinny-lookin' wusses in blue jumpsuits...but they've never kept alive long enough to tell me what it's like over in that Wasteland. And now, I see a chance to actually go there myself..."
He took a long chug of alcohol before tossing the bottle in the trash can next to him.
"So whaddya say? I helped y'all out here. You could help me figure out that place you come from. If I bother ya, I'll leave. Don't worry 'bout it."

Dakayev looked at Red


" Sure, as long as you don't plan on chewing my arms off, I don't mind, but Aiden has his own idea."

"so ask him"

Aiden smiled. "Red, You're our friend. You have helped us in some of the most dire situations, and have always been exceptionally nice. It would be an honor for you to join us and come back to the Wasteland with us. But be careful, alot of bigots out there don't take kindly to any form of mutants. Especially Alastair Tenpenny." Aiden got up and went over to Red. "Also, um, I'm kinda thirsty, do you have any alcohol on you I could drink?"