Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170708203641/@comment-5543592-20170716142812

(Hear nothing, Rowan.  As in it's very quiet.)

The further he went, the more Tyrus could hear a faint noise coming from the back room. It sounded like a person sobbing.

"What is that?" Tanner wondered aloud, apparently hearing it as well.

Rick could barely see, down the way, but there was a rapture in one of the gas lines. It smelled very strange, the further he went. It was slightly ironic, that this Brotherhood outpost sat beneath something highly explosive, and had no knowledge of it.

As Duncan peered around the corner at the end of the exhibit hall, he looked into a large room, that had once held varying displays. The vaulted ceiling  and open, square floorspace had been to allow for tall or hanging displays. The entire back walls of the place was missing, giving Duncan a good view into an employee's lounge. Most of the floor was missing as well, in a half circle, agaiinst where the employers' lounge starts. It was like something with a giant, perfectly sphere mouth had come over and munched out a part of the wall and floor, all in one bite.

Some machine, perhaps, had dug a massively deep hole, that slanted down into the darkness of what could only be the undercity. Hundred-Hands, in their formless, brown uniforms and concealing, gray gas masks, were coming and going from the hole, carrying up non-descript wooden boxes. Others were stockpiling weapons. There was also a massive, steel shipping container the color of polished gunmetal, taking up most of the room. The doors of it were closed and bolted.

Ward looked into a large, rectangular shaped room. Unlike the exhibit hall, when Bug Safari had been opened, all the insects in this room had been dead. Sealed glass cases showing off the wingspans of butterflies, and the size of giant beatles sat around the room, with little plagues describing how cool and fun some of these bugs were. There were two exits, one directly across from him at the end of the room, and one to his distant right, which appeared to lead in the same direction Duncan had headed.

Two radroaches skittered around the room, searching for food, paying Ward no mind.

What drew his attention however, was the massive piles of eggs in the far corner of the room. They were green, spuishy looking, and each one was taller than Ward's thigh, and thicker than a microwave. About fifteen eggs in all, the pile nearly reached the ceiling. The radroachs ignored the pile of eggs as much as they ignored the gunslinger.

As Tim and his party arrived upon the scene in the Badlands from early, the smell of it hit them. The Frumentarii had been sitting out in the hot sun for a few days now, rotting. The best description for the rank, nostril defiling, scent that hung in the air was that it was if they'd opened a bag of extremely spoiled raw fish. Crows were pecking at the corpses. The Outsiders could note with distaste that not many of the Frumentarii had any eyeballs remaining among them, and specks of flesh were missing fron every corpse.

The Outsiders could notice that, however, aside from the crows, there was something living here. Someone had taken all of the Frumentariis' horses, and hitched them up outside the bar. The glass that had been shattered by Hades' fight had been swept away, and it seemed like that same someone had tried to pile the corpses, before giving up. A pile of vomit explained why.