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IC:

I continued my little expedition into the swamps, the murky nothingness that this whole stupid place consisted of. I felt the shaft of my axe and I smiled, remembering old memories of my family, how we'd had our small meals of meat and fruit below the axe... I'd always wondered why we never used it, because, as I used it now, it'd never changed, still being the same axe, always sharp, always large, no matter what hammered away at it. As well as that, it had a very nice way of cutting through angry people.

I smiled and I looked up, I peered through the mist, coincedentally I noticed the group of people, the mercenaries trudging their way through the murk. I smiled and I decided what to do, I started following them.

Gary walked silently through the swamp, still following the untrustworthy tourists. Their stay in Point Lookout hasn't been a respectful one. It seems where ever they wandered off to violence and debauchery followed. Judging by their patterns, they had real no location they were going to, they were just going south, hoping to spot some form of friendly life. Gary had been eating Punga through this entire trek. He didn't have to worry about the mercs noticing him; he knew more shortcuts and escape routes in this bog then almost anyone. That, and judging by their unnoticed kidnapped friend and their recent capture, they weren't very perceptive.

A black shadowy figure stayed cautiously behind them. He could only guess it was the hooded tribal. He moved closer to him, and silently rested his hand on his shoulder while simultaneously covering his mouth. He didn't want to compromise them both.

"What's your plan now? We gonna just watch them desecrate our land?"

I wondered why my mouth was covered, if he was friendly and he knew Tribal's surely he knew I wouldn't yell? I turned slowly and I whispered, "No, we shall not let them desecrate our lands, I think we should make their trip more difficult, make them hurt," I nodded to myself, "We set traps, we watch them bleed and maybe, we watch them die." I smiled a horrible smile, the man stayed at the same expression and I lightly chuckled.

"You are certainly a one of a kind Gary, I hope that you and I can stop these fools from destroying our lands, whatever your plans are Gary, I shall follow. My ideas come from my strength, not from my mind," I smiled lightly as I waited for Gary to reply.

Gary smiled slightly at his comment. He wasn't sure what his plan was, but he knew something had to be done about these intruders. At least make there trip a little more... memorable. He surveyed the area around him, trying to look for any opportunities. There wasn't anything around besides the basic bear traps and tree snares, but with both him and the hooded one, he could figure something out.

"You know, if you keep up with that sweet talk, I might just have to keep you around. " He patted him on the pack twice. He almost wanted to laugh about it, but with the merc's presence, he wouldn't dare. "How well do you know the wets? Think you could sneak away from 'em quickly?" He stared at the path the intruders were taking. Opportunity was everywhere if they worked together. There were several perfect spots for traps or ambushes.

I scratched my chin and I imagined laughing in my head, I looked at the Merc's and then at Gary, "Thanks for the compliment, it really makes living here worth it sometimes. Me, running through the swamps? Ha, I've been doing that for years, anything that wanted to kill me more than I wanted to kill it, well, I ran faster than a Bruiser that's hyped up on Psycho. I'm not bragging, but being big really helps to run, I'll tell you that..."

I streched slowly and I yawned quietly, "I forget the last time I took this hood off..." I muttered to myself, I looked at Gary and I grinned, "Well, I have an idea actually, their's a group of Ghouls that frequent a certain area of the Swamps, they won't attack me for some reason, guess they think I'm too big to take on. But, they won't like these Merc's, if we can either lead the Merc's to them or get the Ghouls to them..." I shrugged and I looked at Gary, waiting to hear what he'd think.

Gary looked back at the path they were taking. He contemplated what Reaver had said. The ghouls would surely be a problem for them, but their numbers were too strong for it to cause a real problem. An idea suddenly popped into his head. A look of excitement came across his face. He knew how to make use of Reaver's relationship with the ghouls, all he needed was a bit of luck and trust for him.

"I've got an idea. Just go along with it." He kneeled down and began drawing up a plan in the dirt, representing the paths they would be taking. "I'll grab their attention by opening fire on them over here..." He drew a line over on the right side of the merc's group. "You run through and get their attention. I don't care how, but get some of these [censored]ers to chase you. I'll give 'em the slip, splitting them up. Lead the weakened group over to the ghouls nest, and meet back up over near Margueritte's shack. She owes me for sneaking her Punga from the Cathedral. Got it?"

He wasn't sure whether he would go along with, or even understand what he was saying. Hopefully everything would go according to plan.

I nodded, I got what he meant and I hoped that it would all go well. If they split it in two then that meant that they'd be pretty damn injured if they actually did what we hoped they would... I nodded and I whispered, "Okay Gary, you gotta know though, the Ghoul's nest is pretty small, although, they do have one of them really tough one's with them... They call em' Reaver's apparently, they got's one of them, a couple of glowing one's and a lot of grey ones."

I smiled, "Okay Gary, I'll get into position behind them while you get ready to shoot em', although, we have to let them go for a little bit, otherwise I'll have to run a long way's to get to the Ghoul's, give em one more minute, then we do it." I smiled and I offered my hand to Gary, to shake, it wasn't normally our custom, but it was a sign of friendship and agreement.

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OOC: Stream, we won't actually do the plan straight away, as no one else is participating yet, so we'll wait till at least one other person is on. But, we can get ready for the ambush at least.

Gary stared at Reaver's hand. He hesitated for a moment, but decided to comply. He was a tribal, after all. He grabbed his rifle and silently drifted back into the fog, out of view. A moment later, he was in position next to the mercs, moving slowly to keep up and not attract their attention. He grudgingly holstered his rifle. At this range, it wouldn't make a difference, and definitely wouldn't have the shock value he was looking for. Slowly, he unsheathed his hatchet. It wasn't a far throw, but he could definitely make it. The goal wasn't to kill the leader, only to slightly wound her, or at least scare her. He began to prep his throw.

The plan should work out as planned, but if the group might actually stay composed and not split up to chase them both down. It was a slim chance, but the option for them was still there. He looked back at Reaver, jerking his head towards the intruders, a signal for him to get in position.

((OOC: I was going to PM you after this post to say the same thing.))

I waited and followed as I watched Gary move up with the Merc's, after about a minute he looked at me and jerked his head towards the group. I nodded and I smiled, I pulled out my axe and I moved closer to the group, I waited for the shot that would distract them, I was glad that he was using a ranged weapon, as it meant the difference between us distracting them and not. I grinned evilly as I watched the group move forward, I anolyzed them and I raised my axe.

I watched as my vision started to seep into a red haze, a bloodlust was rising in me, I bared my teeth and growled. I watched and waited.

As the mercs made their way throuhg the swamp, Aiden noticed the outline of a mansion not far ahead. "Guess that's our home for today?" Aiden said, as he began walking faster. When they reached the front door of the mansion, Aiden studied it for a moment. There were doll heads and trinkets hanging about on the porch. He bursted through the door expecting an enemy of some sort.

He ended up in a large hallway, with nothing but them. Pictures laid strewn across the walls. Dirty rugs covered the floor. Directyly to his left was double-doors, which he pushed open. It was a kitchen, but extremely dirty. Tin cans and trash laid across the room. He pulled the doors back closed. He contined down the hall, and another set of double-doors to his right. He opened it, and inside was a large library. The books found their way off the shelves.
Aiden noticed something strange. There was an old man sitting on a chair. When Aiden got close, he noticed there was a bullet hole in the man's head. He was dead.

David came in right after and said, "Guess this old guy pissed off the wrong person." He then said, "I'm gonna take a look around." David then went down into the basemant and saw a mutilated corpse on a table. David said, "What the hell is this? Something tells me I don't want to find out."

Dakayev entered the library

" Oh , just peachy, old coots commiting suicide. What next?"

Dakayev frowns

" I am going to the crapper, lets see any dead toilets there too"

And so Dakayev moves on to the restroom

Abe walked over the the slouched corpse, thinking the worst. He grabbed the hair and lifted up the head, "Gah, not you Obadiah." Abraham let the head fall back down. "Well, at least its safe now. I'm gonna head upstairs, there's something up there that's been owed to me for a long time now."

Abe walked up the stairs, the loud knocking ringing throughout the huge mansion. As Abraham reached the top floor, he thought he heard a scuffling noise nearby, he waved it off, after all, there were others exploring the house. Walking into a room with only a big bed, a worn TV and a big chest in the corner. Abe saw the chest and walked over to it.

He brought out his rifle and shot off the huge padlock. Kicking open the chest, he saw it. An old Scholfield pistol with an ivory handle, beautiful if you've ever seen it. Abe picked it up and shoved it in his belt, he already had the right bullets for it, and it was loaded. It had belonged to the Blackhall family for as long as the house had belonged to them.

Abraham walked back downstairs, "So then, what rooms will we all be sleeping in tonight? Because we need to board up and watch out, cause this area gets ghoul heavy at night."

Dakayev walks into the bathroom and sits down. Taking care of buisness, he washes his hands and leaves towards where Abraham is.

"Christ, don't shoot up the whole place, look at that fine piece of woodwork gone to waste! And the rooms? I call the top floor bedroom, third one to the right . No one appreciates victorian architecture like I do"

Dakayev looks onto Abes belt

" Nice gun, seems like you are more than ready to loot this place. I want to retire here when my merc days are over, refurbish this [censored]hole and take it for my own."

"Alright, guys, before we eat, sleep, or anything, we need to board up the doors and windows. Who knows what more Swampfolk and ghouls are out there." Aiden commanded to the others. Aiden searched around him, and found planks of wood. He hoisted about eight and picked up a hammer. Once at the front doors, he dropped all the wood and searched for nails. He found plenty in the drawers in the kitchen. "Alright, theres a ton of nails in the kitchen, so get to work. No break until we're done." Aiden said. He walked back to the front doors and began hammering in wood over them.

David said, "Shouldn't we get rid of this corpse first before we start working?"

"No, we'll deal with that later. We have to hurry up, it's almost night and that's when the most vicious of things come out." Aiden said. He completed the first plank, then worked on the second.

David said, "Well, you're the leader." He then took some nails, planks, and a hammer and started boarding up a window.

I cursed as I watched the merc's enter the Manor, I knew of this place and I cursed again, soon enough, I saw them putting up boards on the windows and I heard a knocking on the wood of the door. I cursed again and I looked at Gary who looked extremely pissed, I walked over, "We've lost our chance for the moment... Or..." I grinned, "Gary, you stay here and keep an eye on these Tourist's, I'm off to make hell for them." I grinned and I ran off before he could say anything.

Within two minutes I was in view of my target, I blew out into a wide grin and I walked up to the group of shadows...

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Abraham was boarding up a window when he noticed the position of the sun. The sun was hard to see anyways, what with the fog and low tree line, but when the sun went down and darkness set in, it was a darkness like no other. It made the deep Metro's of DC seem bright. Giving a sigh, Abraham finished his window and walked over to Aiden.

"Listen, I don't want to seem pushy, but if we don't get this whole place boarded up within the next hour, we're all gonna die a slow painful death. I suggest we get these last windows boarded up, barricade the doors, and get the hell upstairs, maybe even destroying the stairs on our way up."

With that, Abe picked up his rifle and walked out the front door. He looked out into the woods, looking for any signs that they were being watched. Abe knew they were, but who was watching remained to be seen. Just as he was getting ready to go back inside, Abe saw a dark-cloaked figure go rushing through the woods.

[censored] tribals, why won't they just leave us alone, god damnit, Abraham thought to himself angrily. He walked back inside and began looking for a good heavy object to place in front of the door.

Aiden finished the door, and hurried to the door in the kitchen. It was the last door to the outside. He borded up the windows on the first floor that weren't already boarded up. After that, he began walking up the stairs. "Guys, head upstairs. Nothing can get through the windows on the second floor, it's physically impossible unless you're fifty feet tall." Aiden said. The hallways on the second floor were strewn with child's toys and other useless items.

Aiden went to the final room on the second floor. A large bedroom with several wardrobes, and a single queen-sized bed. Aiden opened the first wardrobe to his right. a few things fell out as it opened. He saw several coats and pairs of pants. He saw a gray hat at the top of the pile and picked it up. He brushed off some dust and studied it. It was a bucket-like hat with an insignia on the front. He placed it on his head and shut the wardrobe.

David said, "Then let's hope those tribals don't have ladders." He then walked upstairs while saying, "I don't think I'll be getting any sleep tonight."

"Its alright David, I won't be getting any sleep until morning either. As a matter of fact, I'm setting up a position on the roof, just in case things get hairy." Abe said. Tonight was going to be hell, and anyone who got sleep would be in for a rude awakening or they would die. Ghouls roamed the area in packs at night, and Lord knows that the Hillfolk would be out for blood because of their lost kin.

Also, the Tribals who were seen earlier would do anything in their power to see the Merc group either dead or scared out of their minds. That was one of the problems with Tribals. They were so caught up in their own bull-[censored] about protecting Point Lookout, they couldn't take when a new group of people would show up and cause some trouble. Even if one of them was an old friend.

Abe was pissed off that they were doing such awful things to complete strangers, and in his mind, this made them no better or smarter than the dumbest Swamplurk or Creeper, or even Tobar. If they ever crossed paths again, Abraham would make damn sure that those reckless Tribals would know who they were dealing with.