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A solo play of Untold: Adventures Await by the Creativity Hub. Check it out! #UntoldBG

And now for the last part of my episode for my latest run through using Untold: Adventures Await….it was fun and I hope you enjoyed it

Dale

Part III

Utilizing skills I have honed for several years I was able to get away from those mean little flowermen. They were easy to lose, so once I was in a safer spot I figured I would look for a way back to Ft. Stone.

Unfortunately I had forgotten that swamps like to hide rivers. They hide them with muck and long grass. I managed to stumbled into one. For a small river, more like a creek, it was mighty powerful. It knocked me off my feet and drug me for a good while. As I flew by a tree branch I reached out and snagged it with my hand. Dragging myself out of the river I was now soaking wet and still lost. I figured the best thing to do was look for human civilization.

My skills in this endeavor had fled me. It didn’t look like humans had ever inhabited this world. It was getting late when I pushed aside some foliage and discovered a portal, much like the one I had fallen through. Moving in and out of it were more of those nasty little flowermen. Now I know the flowermen are strange, but what they were carrying was even stranger. I can’t explain most of it. One of things I saw was an all metal wagon, but no horses and it was being controlled by one of the flowermen. It had gotten stuck and the little men were trying to get it unstuck.

This was my chance. The portal looked like the area surrounding Ft. Stone, so I took off and hopped through the portal. Upon landing on the other side I realized it was the area around Ft. Stone, but it was not the Ft. Stone I remember.

The Finger is still here, but I see poles in the ground (they looked like telegraph poles, but these had like 3 or 4 lines one them). I see long curving or winding roads, similar to the tracks wagons used or the streets in Ft. Stone, but these are whitish grey in color. They also have more of those metal wagons whizzing up and down them.

I would have like to seen more, but that was when I noticed that Stretchy Art and a herd of flowermen weren’t far from me. They had noticed me and I saw Stretchy Art bellow something. The flowermen turned as a group, yowled and started running towards me. Now I wished I had remembered the repeating rifle, but I was going to give them my best. I was going to take as many of them with me before being pulled apart by savage flowermen. I took up a kneeling position and fired off 2 quick shots with Never Miss (both hits). The flowermen were converging on me when from behind me I hear the war whoop of the Ashtako (they are one of the local tribes from my Ft. Stone).

I figure they are either here to help me or scalp me, so I send off one more round at the flowermen and turn to face this new threat. Up over a low ride comes running my friend, Stand with Bear. He had the biggest grin on his face. He tells me it’s time to kill some foes as he runs by me. He tosses me a war hatchet as the rest of his tribe flowed by me, smacking into the army of flowermen.

I am not terribly handy with a hatchet, preferring the long distance touch of Never Miss, so I found one of those tall poles near by. I am not sure what possessed me, but I needed to get higher up to get a good shot off at Stretchy Art and nothing else presented itself, so I shimmed up one of the poles. I took a shot with Never Miss and missed. The recoil from Never Miss knocked me off my perch. I dropped the dozen feet or so, luckily I didn’t break anything, but it was only because somehow I ended up falling onto Never Miss. She didn’t survive. Man that made me mad. I had Never Miss forever it seemed like, but I didn’t have much of a chance to mourn her as about this time Stretchy Art started loping towards me. I noticed the flowermen hadn’t joined the fray because they were currently getting their asses handed to them by the men of the Ashtako.

The best thing I can do is meet Stretchy Art head on, so I grasped the war hatchet in my right hand and strood forward to confront this hellpit spawned demon. I got about 20 feet from old Stretchy Art when he opened his maw and out shot a gooey, green tongue. It slamed into my chest. Man that hurt something fierce. The force of the tongue knocked me flat onto the ground. It turned out the tongue was incredibly sticky. Stretchy Art starts cackled like a hyena as he started reeling me in. I still had the hatchet, so I tried my best to cut that slimy tongue off. I cut at the tongue, but it glanced off the slick surface and I lost my grip on it. I figured I was a goner as I got within feet of Stretchy Art’s mouth (it was real wide now and rows and rows upon knife length teeth). With that thought rolling around my head I remember my handy dandy hunting/camp knife. I sling it in the middle of my back, seemed handy at time, so with my right hand I reach for it. I figured if nothing else I could toss it Stretchy Art’s eye taking it with me. I fumbled with knife a bit getting it into position to throw, but then it seemed to have a life of its own. My right hand locked down, the knife was in a stabbing position, and I sort of jerked forward. The knife slide into Stretchy Art’s eye socket and the world, for me turned purple. I felt a massive wave hit me and I was thrown to the ground. My bearings were off, I was rattled, but as I started to fade from the world Stand with Bear came loping up to me. I remember him telling me I was going to be okay, but I had this odd sensation in my right hand. I brought it up….

Where pink skin had once resided I now had a hand covered in a purplish scale. That was too much and away from that world I fled……

Thanks again to John Fiore, Rory O’Connor and the Creativity Hub

#untoldbg

Here is the second part of my Untold Adventure Awaits

Series Name “Ft. Stone Telegraph”

Part 2

Holy horse shit, about 50 feet away is the scariest damn thing I have ever seen made more so by the fact that the damn thing looks exactly like Art, except this yahoo is like 10 feet tall, covered in a scaly hide, purple and thin as a rail. I almost forgot to mention his right hand is a hatchet and he is blabbering some gibberish over a cauldron. I say it looked like Art, but really it looked like it was wearing a mask of Art all elongated and pointy. Scary shit my friend. O and I forgot to mention the creepy altar, which was emitting the dark flame. That thing writhed like it was full of maggots. I never saw what it was actually made of because at this point I thought I would take a half a step back and launch some lead at its ass (actually it’s head, but hey you get the point). I kneeled down, getting a good solid firing position when the thing must have heard me….

It turned its head towards me. Man those eyes, dark pools that glittered and seemed to go on forever. I couldn’t move or think, my body wouldn’t react as the thing pointed a finger at me and then flicked its finger at me like it was castin’ off a bugger. An invisible wave slammed into my body, knocking me off balance. As I tumbled backwards I realized I was falling through a hole in the air. I slide through the hole and was dumped into a swamp of all places.

O man I hate swamps. They have all sorts of crawling things, they are hot and moist and just plain annoying. At least Never Miss wasn’t a paper cartridge shooter. She was wet, but a little water wouldn’t hurt her. She had been knocked out of my hand as a result of the fall, but I saw the butt of her stock peeking out of the water not far from me, so I scooped her up and gave her a good shake. I decided I best figure out where the hell I was and get back home before things got out hand with old Stretchy Art.

This is the weirdest swamp I had ever been in. It has all of the normal swamp stuff, but there was large bulbous plants, lots of pretty colors and large (say a handwidth) flying bugs. Luckily none bite me, but I still didn’t care for them. I started walkin’, but didn’t make it far before I heard this high pitched scream. Past me thunked what sounded like an arrow. It was short and stubby, but man it looked wicked. It smacked into one of the large bulbs on a plant. The bulb disintegrated on the spot, blowing sticky bits everywhere and that’s when I heard the rustling coming from my left side…..

I slide back into the foliage surrounding me (this time one of the huge mosquitos got a hold of me, but I kept my tongue). Out of the underbrush came, FLOWERs? Yes I mean flowers, well sort of. The best way I can described them is short, brutish and kinda man shaped with petals on their heads and mean lookin’ faces. From what I could only presume was eyeholes the little flowermen shot more darts a me. They seemed to have no problem knowing where I was at, but there aim was atrocious. I bet 10 of those darts went flying by me. There were about 5 of the flowermen, I reckon. I pulled Never Miss up to my shoulder, leveled her off and shot the lead flowerman in the head. In a large puff of petals the flowerman collapsed to the ground. At least I knew they were allergic to lead. I was getting ready to load up another round, but my cartridge belt had gotten tangled up in the fall through the air and I couldn’t manage to get another shot off before the flowermen got to me. Don’t get me wrong I like flowers, but I dread the thought of being strangled to death by one. So I decided that discretion is the better part of valor and high tailed it outta there.

#untoldbg, John Fiore

This is another run through for the cool Untold: Adventure Awaits game by the Creativity Hub.

This is only one session with the game (it is broken into 3 parts as it turned out so long). I decided I wanted to write some short fiction based on the gameplay so here goes.

This is the pilot episode for the series ” Ft. Stone Telegraph”

It’s a nice sunny day here in Ft. Stone. I had just gotten off circuit when the local native american representative, Two Trees, came stumbling into what I call my “office”. The place is a small room in the local Frontier Outpost suitably arranged for a young hotshot US Army scout such as myself.

Two Trees was agitated.

Seeing how he was mighty upset I inquired as to why? He, since I am the resident liason for the US army and the Native Americans, told me that there is trouble brewing at the tower of rocks southeast of town, known to the locals as the Finger of Gods. The Finger of Gods is also a very sacred site for the local Native Americans.

Two Trees suggested to me that Art, the local blacksmith, might be involved. He didn’t give me particulars, but he decided to leave the investigation to me.

I sauntered over to the blacksmith, known as the “Anvil”. Not very descriptive, but that’s Art Stolnach for you.

Upon opening the door I was greeted by Art engaged in the art of romance with a cute blonde lady. Art was upset, but I told him I was there on official business and what I was seeing wasn’t official. Art shooed the blonde out back and turned on my like dogs were at his tail. He explained to me that he had been out of town for the last fortnight or so with a couple of the local deputies. I told him I knew that, but I had to come check. I advised him to stay in town until this was over as I didn’t want any problems since the locals were upset.

Realizing that the easy part of my day was over I headed out towards the Finger of Gods.

The Finger of Gods. No idea what made the place, but it is a sight to behold. I hear tell that the rock itself is one of the tallest out on the plains of the Nebraska Territory, nothing taller, except the Rockies, they are a good ride away though. And it does look a bit like a finger, a bony narrow finger stabbin’ up out of the earth, and nothing else around but flat old prairie.

We had a couple of geologists come look at a year or so ago. They think it was molten lava, spewed up into the air and cooled off. Me I prefer the local speculation that it was the UnderGod climbing from the bowels of the earth. He was stopped by the pantheon of gods, deities and spirits the locals all worship. They couldn’t get the UnderGod all the way back into the eart, but they made sure his influence on the world was just a finger’s worth. One finger’s worth, sometimes even that is too much…..

Two Trees was right. I couldn’t believe it. I could see the tip of the Finger, hell that thing seems like a mile tall, and a cone of utter darkness descending from it. I recall Two Trees saying something about an altar in the middle of it. I don’t want to go in there, but sometimes (hell most times) you have to do things you don’t want to do.

I had failed to bring any of my kit, so I whipping out my trusty hunting knife, I leaned over and sawed on the branch of a shit tree. No, that’s not its real name, but christ when you burn it, it makes you gag. Not even real human shit smells that bad, but it’s one of a very few trees (more like weeds) that grow large enough around here to burn for warmth or light, especially in a pinch, which would describe my situation perfectly.

As I walked over the threshold it winked from day to night, that quick. Nothingness, pitch black and eerie as hell. I couldn’t see very far due to the wane light of the shit tree torch, but I was able to make out what looked like some type of animal tracks leading towards the Finger. I grope my way through the darkness occasionally finding a faint human footprint, always headed away from the Finger.

Although the walk didn’t seem to take long I started to see a weird glowing in front of me. The best way I can describe it is like a flickering of the darkness, not as dark but kinda glowin’, ain’t never seen nothin’ like it. I slowed down a little as I was certain I was getting close to the center of this mess. I wasn’t sure what I was going to encounter, so I unslung my rifle, affectionately known as Never Miss (cuz that’s how much I miss my targets by). I checked the breech, yep there was a cartridge seated and ready for action. Taking a set forward I entered the glowin’ darkness……..

The remaining 2 parts will be up in the next few day I hope you enjoyed.

John Fiore, Rory O’Connor

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Finally finished writing up my first solo play of the awesome Untold: Adventures Await

This is set in the world of Scooby-Doo (using the Scooby Doo “StoryWorlds” dice set), but with a new character, independent from the usual Mystery Incorporated, Scooby gang. I included all of the Series Guide, Episode Guide, and Character Profile as well as the actual play.

Hope you enjoy Ghosts vs. Grimwhistle Episode 1: The Wicked Witch Doctor!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pT2N5_8B-K9kD_j_IWLn6eAnFkA-0lYfUDv9aS3Lp-c/edit?usp=sharing