Deacon McCarthy (Jul 30, 2011 10:35:28 PM)
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Whats out there (Jul 30, 2011 10:35:38 PM)
(im making me some sort of dinner so im gonna be a tad slow for abit)
Deacon McCarthy (Jul 30, 2011 10:38:56 PM)
k)
Deacon McCarthy (Jul 30, 2011 10:44:50 PM)
*Deacon will go out once again this night, with his light armored jacket. An gun belt. Heremembered from the pictures which way the tracks had gone and his eyes burned brightly in the darkness as he sought them out quietly on the old mans property. Keeping low and his senses away as he sought the trail*
Whats out there (Jul 30, 2011 10:51:33 PM)
(k now then)*as Deacon approached the farm he would see and smell the usual nothing seem out of the oridnary the animals were all asleep as it should be,the only noises he would hear would be the frogs and crickets doing there nightly chorus..As he approached where the horses body had been found,the grass still lay flat with the impression indented upon it,the tracks had been marred by other foot,animal and tractor traffic but with the aid of the pictures he would remember where the tracks lead too..As she followed them which was not an easy task since it had been no more then a day and animal and tractor traffic had marred the path as well,but he would still be able to see or at least recgonize a few of the indentions that were left..The trail he would follow would lead him into the an area that old Ted had not had cleared and clearly the farm animals did not wander into it,but the trail carried out into it the brush was not dense like a forest for it was on the farmers land but he did not clear it persay as
Whats out there (Jul 30, 2011 10:51:50 PM)
it should have been.*
Whats out there (Jul 30, 2011 10:54:26 PM)
*did Deacon dare enter or would he stay on the sidlines and wait for whatever killed the horse come to him,or was what he sought even out there*
Whats out there (Jul 30, 2011 10:54:31 PM)
(and done..whew)
Deacon McCarthy (Jul 30, 2011 10:59:45 PM)
*The old gangrel was not the timid sort, he had survived the years with bold action, befitting a man of western upbringing. He eased one of the sidearms he carried from its holster, a colt python with a matte finish too it, instead of the expected chrome, also the steel seemed to have a light coat of dirt on the non sensitive parts, namely the outside of the barrell, for its night time hunting operation. He continued out into the brush. His boots moving softly, those burning eyes watching where he goes and all around him*
Whats out there (Jul 30, 2011 11:08:01 PM)
*soon as he entered the brush area,the crickets seemed to stop even if he were quiet the insects knew something amiss had just entered there little slice of heaven..As he looked around he would see nothing out of the oridnary,trees,shrugs a few animals would scurry away from his presence,he would hear the occasinoal rustle from the animals but nothing seem amiss,if he continued to follow the trail which was not clearly marked but he would be able to see the well worn path with no problems,a few of the twigs were broken from things passing in the night. The little trail seemed to go on forever,the father he walked the more the ground seemed to become less and less firm the ground would squish under his boots with every step he took,yet still he would notice nothing out of the ordinary*
Deacon McCarthy (Jul 30, 2011 11:12:14 PM)
*He did not mind the muck or mud as his boots began to squish, his movements were abit more careful, to find their footing and keep from making too much noise, but he did not stop at all. His eyes piercing the darkness, as he kept sight, sounds and smells running through his mind, his sensory awareness*
Whats out there (Jul 30, 2011 11:17:49 PM)
*as he kept trudging through the mud,it seemed to become more and more swampy,the smells would be more intense of rotting vegetation and stale water...Then all of a sudden up ahead along the trail which was no more than ten feet ahead of him he would see the fence line it was covered in the typical shrubbery from lack of care,along with spagna moss hanging from the wire*
Deacon McCarthy (Jul 30, 2011 11:21:04 PM)
*He approached the fencing carefully scenting the air, and looking around. He was being cautious as he moved to the fence, looking around and listening, before slipping stealthily as he can through it*
Whats out there (Jul 30, 2011 11:23:17 PM)
*upon smelling the air he would smell the typical swamp smells,rotting leaves,stale water and other variouring decaying matter..He would not have to slip through the fence for the first stretch of wire had been cut*(roll me percep +alert dif 6 pls)
Deacon McCarthy (Jul 30, 2011 11:24:23 PM)
07/31/11 03:24:05 Deacon McCarthy rolls 6 dice vs. diff of 6 to perception: 4, 8, 5, 9, 9, 6 : 4 successes
Whats out there (Jul 30, 2011 11:29:19 PM)
(nice)*as he crossed the fence he would notice a few indentions in the mud which were filled with water they looked to be shoe prints,several of them it seemed there were more than one or two involved in the horses death,the simple indication in this was there were different directions the prints took some to the left others to the right and others straight ahead. The prints also seemed to fade after the first intial steps but the directions were given..Either path that would be chosen would lead him further into the swamp*
Deacon McCarthy (Jul 30, 2011 11:33:03 PM)
*He looked around himself slowly, and reached under his jacket, tearing off a small strip of cloth from his shirt, and hanging it on something nearby, a marker, so he would be certain of his positioning, in case one of the paths came up empty. Scenting the air again, he crouched and studied the prints more carefully, looking for the largest group in the split off, or some sign of an easier trail to follow, and would take after that trail*
Whats out there (Jul 30, 2011 11:36:38 PM)
*The scents he would smell were the same rotting vegitation and stale water. The prints to the left seemed to be the larger of the group,but the trail to the right seemed like the easiest route to take,the ground seemed less saturated with water then the other two trails but this was a swamp things were not always as they seemed*
Deacon McCarthy (Jul 30, 2011 11:38:22 PM)
(I dunno, a survival roll or something for tracking, or some kind of hint based on the landscape as to which way he should go? hehe)
Whats out there (Jul 30, 2011 11:38:55 PM)
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PeachesCat (Jul 30, 2011 11:39:19 PM)
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PeachesCat (Jul 30, 2011 11:39:26 PM)
(okay do not hit that button..lol)
Deacon McCarthy (Jul 30, 2011 11:40:01 PM)
(hehe, wb... like i was saying, a survival roll or something... since its the talent/ability used for tracking, perhaps, to pick the best trail to follow?)
PeachesCat (Jul 30, 2011 11:42:55 PM)
(im going to say survi+intell...diff 6)
PeachesCat (Jul 30, 2011 11:43:02 PM)
(oh geeze and the lag starts*crosses fingers*)
Deacon McCarthy (Jul 30, 2011 11:44:51 PM)
(woulda gone wits myself, but, hehe, Tracking: 10, 3, 8, 8, 5 : 3 successes intell seemed to have worked out)
PeachesCat (Jul 30, 2011 11:45:06 PM)
(:P)
PeachesCat (Jul 30, 2011 11:48:28 PM)
*upon closer observation and thought,it would appear that the trail to the right did seem the best route to take,the path did appear to be cleared a bit more of the under brush and large branches that seemed to stick out at waist height..Making it appear that who or whatever took this path took the time to remove such objects*
Deacon McCarthy (Jul 30, 2011 11:49:41 PM)
*He nodded to himself as he relied on his long honed tracking skills... Being a former army scout had to be useful for something afterall. He smirked to himself and started following after the trail*
PeachesCat (Jul 30, 2011 11:52:32 PM)
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Whats out there (Jul 30, 2011 11:56:34 PM)
*as he followed the trail the ground seemed to go from muddy to solid every few feet,the foot prints left by whomever were clearer to see now that he walked along..As he continued on the path he woudl hear the frogs jump into the water as he drew nearer to them the crickets would stop there chirping,and the animals would scurry away from him..The trail would lead him deeper and deeper into the swamps,the trees would hang low as if they were trying to pluck him up from the ground for intruding in their swamp..The further he progressed into the swamp,he would hear the alligators songs and all other manner of animal that was out there..The trail seemed to go on for miles..Then all of a sudden a clearing appeared fifty feet in front of him*
Deacon McCarthy (Jul 30, 2011 11:58:15 PM)
*He crouched low, and moved off the beaten trail, moving towards the clearing stealthily, one hand still holding the six shooter as he made his approach. Looking for any other signs of life or movement. *