Event The crackling of fire could be heard as a bright yellow flame could be seen reaching toward the contrasting night sky that was tranquil a few minutes prior. What could have cause such violent flame? It seemed that fire had somehow gotten into the brewery and it got worse from there. As the column of smoke towered over the village, you could hear horrifying screams from inside the house. Even amid the roaring flame, you could distinguish the sound of men, women, and children crying out for help as the fire began snuffing out their breaths. What is this: This is a mini-event that is meant to be a pick-up RP that is on a first come first serve basis. For people who are already in a lot of threads, please yield to newer players. Rules: There is a maximum of 4 participants. Work together to figure out how to rescue as many tenants as you can. The house is quite large, but since it's a brewery, the fire's very dangerous. There is a 3 post per person limit before the building can't be entered anymore. Before you post the final post, each person must roll a d20 (/r 1d20 on discord) to continue. There's a special event that will happen at this time. Objective: Rescue as many people as you can, there are 2 men, 3 women, and 5 children.
It was just a game. A series of ones and zeroes that culminated in the form of a person, a hollow thing, no more than a life-like doll. Amelia wasn't really equipped for doing this, she was a bard, her skill was to perform. She was background fodder, the kind of person who's only moment to shine was in times where there was no conflict, no danger, so why was she running towards the fire than away from it? She picked up an axe, a lumberjack's tool and forced her way into the door, cleaving through the wood around the hinges rather than trying to take down the door. Once it splintered she raced into the hall, well-trained ears honing in on where she could hear the most voices. Urgency and adrenaline urged her to work and she put her untrained arms to the test. The rusted steel head came down, the action unwieldy, but effort and repeated attempts broke down the hinges, allowing the doors to be pried open there they could. She had no idea what was going on and she hadn't water, but what else could she do alone? “If anyone else can help, I'll take care of the east wing, can someone cover the west?” she shouted, her voice hoarse as the smoke caused her to cough uncomfortably. Why was she even risking her neck for these people? They were numbers, no more, a part of her was scolding her for doing something so dangerous in a game where she should live selfishly. But her conscience was screaming at her to act. And act she did. As soon as she freed one, she moved to the next and the one after. The girl in a sunday dress, with an axe, a silly sight that someone who was all frills and sunshine was doing something so obstinately heroic at this very moment.
William, or Wilhelm as he was known here hadn't been playing for very long. He'd gotten the email one day whilst he was bored in his daughters apartment and decided he'd try out what the kids these days were calling games. How far technology had advanced was staggering and while he wasn't exactly the quickest to pick up on how things worked he it was mostly intuitive. Still, he'd spent most of his time wandering around the town he had started in. Talking to people and having a hearty laugh every now and then about how impressive this all was. Truth be told he had hardly set foot into the rest of the game and wasn't sure exactly what to expect. For now he was content to stroll about, meet new people and enjoy the fact that in here he could walk more than ten feet without having to sit down. It was liberating for a man his age and even though his character here was one of the oldest he'd seen it was still younger than he was in the real world. Wilhelm had spent the last hour teaching the much younger generation of players how dancing was supposed to look and while some would rather not hang out, so to speak, with a man such as him a few had taken white the liking to the older man. He had a youthful spirit after all and was more than happy to have a good time with anyone friendly enough to associate with him. Which is why he was a bit confused when people started leaving, a handful of them running down the street and around the corner. Curious he followed and what he found was perhaps the most intense thing he'd experienced thus far in the game. Before him a rather large building was being engulfed in roaring flames. Stepping forward he looked to a bystander next to him. "Can I go in there? Is that a thing I can do?" He asked, having spent a fair amount of his life daydreaming about being a hero in a situation such as this but never actually getting the opportunity. Of course, he wasn't sure yet what the rules of this game were. Luckily for him another bystander had no such reservations as she ran into the building to help pull people out. That was all the answer he needed, Wilhelm charged forward into the building and stopped as he watched her freeing some one in an effort to get them out. She seemed to have that well in hand so he stood next to her, looking around. He was amazed to feel the heat from the fire as he held his shield above his head, shielding himself and the girl from falling embers. Unsure what to say he watched her for a moment before he came to the realization that there were likely other people in need of rescue. Perhaps pets as well, he'd always wanted to save a pet from a fire. "This is very exciting!" Wilhelm bellowed, before barreling off down the hallway and smashing another door open with his shoulder. Before him he could make a figure out in the smoke and beckoned for them to come to him. "Come. Let us go!" He yelled, coughing. Sure, the entire building was on fire but he just had to take a minute to admire how real this all felt. Of course, even though he knew it was fake very real adrenalin was kicking in and he wasn't entirely sure if these people he was rescuing were real or not. That whole part of the game was still a bit hazy for him. Just like the air in this room as the smoke thickened. If he and other players wanted to be heroes they would need to act fast.
She was surprised that someone came in after her, though she didn't think he would be trying to help in the fashion he was. Such a huge person, to use his shoulders for breaking the door in. It was certainly impressive in more ways than one. Still, she couldn't let him continue at it could she? As she broke another door down and another child came bolting out, hugging her at the waist. She bent down and wearing her bravest expression, rubbed his head and told him what he ought to do to escape, giving simple concise directions that would take him out of the building. There were still others left however and to that end she approached the older man, her forehead lined with sweat and clothes sooty all over and coughed into her fist loudly. “Uhm Sir, I think you ought to use a weapon of some sort.” she pointed at the door hinges. “These things are kind of shoddy, so just breaking the hinge joint lets you do it faster. It'll be faster that way.” “Do you have any experiences putting out flames?” she looked at the various barrels stacked on top of each other. It was hard to say which was which. Alcohol would burn easily, wine however... since she wasn't exactly blessed with physical prowess she decided to use her head instead. She rushed to where the wine was stowed away, turned the faucet to see which had wine and alcohol and soaked the drapes with wine before throwing it over sites with plenty of flames. The moisture and the lack of oxygen was something she knew could quench a roaring fire pretty quickly. She'd keep doing this, rushing from curtain to curtain, carpet to carpet, gathering these things while the old man did his magic and tried to free the rest. Leave the heavy lifting to those that could do it, her job was to make thins easier for him, though even she was starting to hack and cough under all this smoke and soot. “We don't have much time left sir.” she called out to him through the sound of crackling wood and crashing furniture. “How many have you released?”
Wilhelm practically shoved the man along through the smoke and out the front door. Turning back and looking down the hallway as the girl called out to him. "Ah. Right." He had a tendency to forget that the game actually gave him a weapon as he had yet to use it for much of anything. Making his way back inside he tried the nearest door nob, recoiling as the metal singed his hand. It seemed she was right. Pulling his hammer back he smashed it into the door, a few swings brought it down to reveal a small room. He could hear shouts for help coming from the the smoke within. He gazed back at the girl who was now trying to quash the flames with some manner of cloth. "Just the one." He shouted before vanishing into the smoke again. Moments later the sound of shattering glass was audible over the steady roar and crackly of the fire. Followed by a loud "Two!" As he helped the woman out of the window he had just smashed. Coughing he emerged from the room, the smoke was starting to sting his eyes and he was having trouble hearing any more calls for help and at this rate he wouldn't be able to bash down every door in time. Raising his shield he stood for a moment looking around as bits of burning wood rained down from the roof above. "Do you know how many there were in here? Or where they are?" He asked as he began smashing on another door. "Not that i'm complaining. It's just..." He glanced over as a bit of the wall collapsed into a pile of ash.
Roland had been nearby when the fire started and was gradually joined by fellow spectators as the flames took off. At first it seemed a bit unrealistic, such a large house going up in flames so quickly, but some of the various village folks spoke about it being a brewery explaining that the fire must have gotten into some of the chemicals used in the brew. After looking at the flames closely, Roland noted, that they seemed to be a tinge green confirming the villager’s speculations. As the fire grew he began to hear terrified screams from within and saw the girl and old man charge inside, player characters choosing to be heroes. He didn’t really hold it against them, but he was playing with his pain sensor as high as it could go and he could feel the heat of the fire standing this far away. Time passed slowly, as the building continued to burn, eventually an older man stumbled through the front door, an NPC by the looks of it. He fell to the ground in front of the fire but was quickly pulled in by a few of his fellow spectators were he was given a water skin which he sucked on generously. Roland moved to crouch beside the man, “What happened in there?” he asked in an empathetic tone. “Not sure.” The man panted, “Maggie was pulling the next batch, and something went wrong, flames exploded out of nowhere. Oh god… where is Mary, Josh, and John.” He asked as he frantically looked around trying to stand. Roland pushed the man back down, “You’re the first to escape there are a few brave souls in there searching for others, I’m sure they’ll find your friends.” he said in an even tone. The man’s eyes went wild as he shouted, “Those aren’t my friends, they’re family, my kids! We live in that house!” As he became more agitated he pushed himself from the ground, but Roland held tight to his arm, “How many are inside?” he asked again in an even tone. The man tried to shake him off but replied anyway, “There’s ten of us including me.” He said nearly crying as he tried to move forward. Roland let the villagers pull the man back to safety as he returned his gaze to the fiery building. He watched it just a moment longer before pushing himself forward. The kids were just NPCS, nothing about the situation had really changed and yet Roland found himself moving anyway first at a brisk walk but soon broke into a run as he moved inside the broken doorway of the furnace. He was immediately punched in the face with a wall of heat and smoke causing him to stop, choking on the combination sending him into a coughing fit. He stood at the entryway for a moment as several children ran past him, four by the count of them, the man who’d found his own way out made five. Finally adjusting to the heat Roland began to move forward as another man was thrown at him forcing Roland to duck to the side to dodge, it seemed one of the hero’s had thrown him at the door and not seen Roland trying to get through, but that made six. He moved to follow the pair of adventures as they progressed onwards, but was once again caught up by another coughing fit forcing him to lag behind, by the time he caught up he caught the tail end of their conversation as he heard glass shatter and the man declare he had saved a second civilian. Roland took the opportunity to speak up, “That makes seven total then.” He said rather confident about the number, “There should still be three more somewhere in here.” He said looking around. With the fire roaring he couldn’t hear any cries from within the building it seemed they would have to find the remaining three the hard way.
@Wilhelm Jaeger (13) You can feel the wall and ceiling begin to creak dangerously. You'll have at most a few more minutes before the building start falling apart. You must have bumped into a weak spot somewhere with your overly large body to cause this.
She shook her head. “I'm not sure sir, I've freed two children, that's it. Five people including yours.” she coughed into the cloth she was using to filter the smoke strained her ears to listen. “Oh you've freed your own?” she looked at the newcomer. “Well I guess if you're sure about the numbers we have one last straggler to rescue.” The flames were slowly becoming unbearable, but Amalia steeled herself, determination etched upon her face. “If there are more, we best move quickly, we don't have time to waste. I'll try to use the wine to slow down the fire's progress but don't count on be buying us enough time.” and with that she raced out of the picture, snatching curtains or whatever cloth she could to dye them red in wine to lay the down over the roaring flames to only minor effect. Once she was given the signal that their last person was found, she'd start making a break for it, running as fast as her legs could carry her while trying to link up with the other adventurers. Thrown die: 15
Roland grimaced as the walls and ceilings began to moan under their own weight, this structure would not last much longer. The girl said something about there being a single civilian left and ran off trying to douse some fabric. “I don’t think that’s going to do too much.” Roland thought, deciding it was better not to argue with her simply due to lack of time. Instead he scanned the destruction in the room while trying to ignore the pounding in his head the smoke inhalation was causing. There weren’t any obvious spots where a person could be trapped, and from what he had seen it seemed the two before him had searched the other wing the best they could. The roaring of the fire was getting worse making it impossible to hear any muffled screams, and the smoke was beginning to clog the room dangerously, no matter what he thought or where he looked he couldn’t figure out a plan. Roland shook his head, he was wasting precious minutes in indecision, he needed to act now. Swiftly, he ran out of the larger room back to where he had come, anyone trapped in that room were as good as dead already, he’d have a better chance further away from the origin point of the fire. Dashing from room to room Roland called out, “Is anyone hurt! Is anyone injured?” pausing each time straining his ear listening for a response. Finally after a grueling several moments he heard something, a soft barking noise further to his right. He flew into the room kicking a smoldering fallen beam out of his way as he did so, “That can’t be good.” He thought passing through the threshold into the room “That pillar was for support, I’ll need to grab whatever is in here and go.” Pushing such thoughts aside he refocused on the task at hand, and began to search the room, quickly locating the source of the sound. Laying on the floor a few feet away laid a small dog who was whimpering near a piece of fallen roofing. Roland dashed over to the wreckage pushing it aside revealing a small unconscious child. Quickly he knelled to his side pressing his ear to his chest, confirming the child was breathing weak but steady breaths. Wasting no time, Roland, hoisted the child onto his shoulder, and grabbed the dog by the collar running them out of the inferno into the hands of the on looking spectators. Roland once again turned to the building eyeing its destruction, it clearly wasn’t going to survive much longer, but he didn’t see the other two adventures he had met within. With a grit of his teeth, and clench of his hand he burst back into the building at full speed, his new mission to pull the other two out, survivors left or not.
