When the food arrives the room gets even quieter as everyone digs in. Rex impresses those of you less acquainted with dogboys by actually using his knife and fork on his steak, though he does lick the plate a bit once he's done. The meat is good but a little tough. This is a welcome change for Rex at least, the gene-engineered beef from Missouri is tender and juicy the way the CS elite like it. This steak may be a little less impressive to humans but if gives Rex something to chew on for awhile, which is great. The only disappointing part of the meal is the sausage that Morgan ordered. It's rubbery and a little bland, luckily there's plenty of salt, pepper, and hot sauce to go around.
Just as everyone is getting to the last of their meal and the first plates are being taken away, the sheriff comes down with the psi-hound. He gets the small dogboy a fresh glass of ice water and then sits down himself. Once everyone's done the sheriff hands the waitress his credit card and begins speaking to the group.
"Well I want to thank y'all again for helping corral that brodkil. He was out for blood and I hate to think about what woulda happened if we'd let him run amok. Now usually I wouldn't have trusted a demon like that at all and I would have helped you kill him where he stood." The sheriff takes a long look at the psi-hound. "But after talking with Terry here, it seems the monster was telling the truth. Now I want you to tell them all about the wild 'stalkers and the brodkil Terry. Just take your time." The psi-hound takes another sip of water and begins his tale in a voice that makes it clear he hasn't recovered from the demon's torments just yet.
"I was coming down the trail a ways East of town, a couple miles south of Wind Cave, when I heard some shots fired. I started moving further down the trail, trying to distance myself from whatever was happening but I could hear hoofbeats coming. Around the band came a trio of psistalkers riding bionic horses. I tried to find cover but they were too fast. The lead rider pulled back to keep from trampling me but when his horse reared back One of the other blasted him. It was just a pistol but the energy blast was so big it- it sheared his arm clean off and knocked him off the horse!" the psi-hound pauses here to catch his breath and take a shaky sip of water.
"The corpse, it almost landed right on me. He landed pretty hard but he was still breathing. The other two kept fighting and riding off down the trail. Once they were out of site I rolled the wounded stalker over and tried to help him best I could. He wasn't bleeding, the blast has burnt his arm up real good. I think he must've hit his head wrong because after about five minutes he just stopped breathing. I drug him over off the trail and started digging him a grave. I'd just about finished digging when the brodkil showed up.
"I didn't even smell him coming, he stayed downwind and invisible and before I could even detect his evil he hit me with a rock. He laughed about that later, rocks and cunning beating CS training and a magic nose...." Terry shifts uncomfortably and looks ashamed. The Sheriff encourages him to keep going.
"When I woke up the psi stalker's corpse had been looted and ravaged by the demon. Most of it had been thrown in the grave but the rest was scattered in bits. The monster grabbed me and began carrying me down the trail, forcing me to check for the scent every now and then. The whole time he was hitting me and gouging me with his claws. When he wasn't yelling at me he was snarling about revenge and the sneaking psi-stalkers."
"That's enough Terry, I'll give them the details, you just relax." The sheriff pats Terry on the back. "I already pressed him for more details when we were talking upstairs so I'll give the rest. When the brodkil got to our firend here he was still wounded from their attack, Terry said that he had a bunch of nasty burns on his chest and a couple of fingers missing. It seems that the demon and his crew were ambushed the night before be them stalkers. They were transporting a load of alien weapons from a rift further north to some Mexican border warlord. The stalkers jumped them and took the goods. Now Terry never saw any sign of the cargo the demon mentioned so I reckon that it's still out there somewhere. Either with the stalkers' buddies or stashed some place. The way them stalkers were fighting though makes me believe what the demon was saying about how dangerous they are. I know the Code of the West says the only good demon is a dead demon but I'm glad I kept y'all from killing him. We need to find out more about what's going on and he's the one with the info on that cargo. If there's a tribe of wild stalkers out there with a big mess of alien weapons the people of WyNeKota need to know. Especially if they're as powerful as Terry here leads me to believe."
The sheriff rubs his brow, then leans on the table and starts counting his fingers. "We need to get the brodkil to talk, figure out where them weapons are, and find out if that psi-stalker bandit is still in town. Now I'm going to be busy enough dealing with the townsfolk once word gets round that we're holding a demon in the jail rather than hauling him outta town and blowing him up. I can't personally offer you any more than meals and a place to sleep, but y'all seemed interested in helping earlier and I'd be awfully grateful if you'd help us with this mess."
*done. go ahead and play now*
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on Tue May 20, 2008 10:35 am, edited 1 time in total.
Tom the Fanboy
Enthusiasm over Accuracy!
"You should totally put that in your signature Tom. You drain 1d10 investigators per round." -Dustman