Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190326124223/@comment-25828117-20190326223002

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote:

At this time, the peaceful shepherds at the border of the Royal Wasteland could hear the roar of a Vertibird pacing over head, scaring the livestock, and causing the ornaments in their house to rattle. Willy looked up at the ceiling as he heard the propellors roar overhead.

"What's that?" He asked aloud.

Joan and Kyle seemed to share in his confusion and the man of the house saw fit to pick up his double barrel shotgun from the stand above the mantlepiece causing Willy to look troubled. He didn't like guns.

"You two stay here. I'm gonna see what's going on."

The farmer, wearing a dirty flannel shirt that had been stitched more times than one could count walked outside with his weapon in both hands. His eyes were keen for someone his age. What little hair remained on his head (he didn't bring his hat) blew scattered across his scalp from the wind caused by the whirring engines of the vertibird.