You gotta catch them alive, so you try to ambush them. What's readily available to you in order to make it successful?
Roll a 1d20 for extra spice, but totally not required! If rolled, work with the dice no matter the number, I know it's just a forum game but no cheating! Otherwise, go with your gut feeling.
The person who responds IC has to set their own trap as well.
Roll a 1d20 for extra spice, but totally not required! If rolled, work with the dice no matter the number, I know it's just a forum game but no cheating! Otherwise, go with your gut feeling.
The person who responds IC has to set their own trap as well.
'Why am I doing this?' he thought to himself while sat in a small clearing in the woods at night. 'Because they'll kill me then go hunt her down as well....' he huffed at his internal dialogue. They said they wanted her alive....that was something at least to ease his mind but on the other hand also brought no good with it should they succeed.
It was a new moon and the forest was pitch black, not that the wendigo and his..followers..minded much. Surrounding the beast, several armed military where camped out in bushes and trees, waiting for their target. The gunman weren't his biggest concern should he play along with this little act, it was the shamans that made up over half of the hunting team. Being a spirit creature in nature these guys were effective at dispelling wendigo with little effort.
Out from the bushes to his left came a low voice "Team ready, White Hill go." and that was his cue. He prayed that she wasn't stupid enough to fall for this as he let out a pained cry. Most of the team hiding but within hearing range shivered at the perfect mimicry of a woman crying in pain and fear, calling for help from anyone that might hear her.
Now it was a waiting game, one he hoped to loose....
(My trap for Jude ofc, because I am horribly bias)
It was a new moon and the forest was pitch black, not that the wendigo and his..followers..minded much. Surrounding the beast, several armed military where camped out in bushes and trees, waiting for their target. The gunman weren't his biggest concern should he play along with this little act, it was the shamans that made up over half of the hunting team. Being a spirit creature in nature these guys were effective at dispelling wendigo with little effort.
Out from the bushes to his left came a low voice "Team ready, White Hill go." and that was his cue. He prayed that she wasn't stupid enough to fall for this as he let out a pained cry. Most of the team hiding but within hearing range shivered at the perfect mimicry of a woman crying in pain and fear, calling for help from anyone that might hear her.
Now it was a waiting game, one he hoped to loose....
(My trap for Jude ofc, because I am horribly bias)
The forest was silent, eerily so. No birds singing. Why weren’t the birds singing? Only a soft breeze rustling the trees did their keen sense of hearing pick up as they meandered through the dark woods. That big head hung low as they sniffed around trying to pick up a trail; there were definitely deer and fox and bear in these parts, but neither suited their, uh... selective palate.
They picked up the pace when hearing distressed screams in the distance, silently so as to not cause a stir. But then doubt came over Jude when the breeze suddenly carried the faintest of multiple human scents. She reined them in, and they stood there for a moment just sniffing the air. It was pretty quiet for so many people out and about. Maybe they were sleeping, that wouldn’t be a bad thing? Then again they really wouldn’t be, with someone crying like that...
With Jude prompting them to, they backed away, turning around with their center of gravity close to the ground as they slinked off.
Had there been no wind they would’ve walked right into that.
Earlier that night Jude had somehow, just this once, succeeded in lighting a campfire close to a hiker’s trail. Juicy, skewered meat was sizzling over it, spreading an alluring smell that could attract both man and beast. Returning to the little camp to check if the bait was still there, the wendigo scaled a sturdy pine closeby. They settled down among the branches- impatient, eager, yet knowing to bide its time. Shrouded by darkness they remained still, its beady and lidless eyes peering down at any unsuspecting prey that may have been drawn in by the scent of cooking meat.
They weren’t going for a kill this time; they’d pounce and whisk them away for the time being, if Jude could help it.
They picked up the pace when hearing distressed screams in the distance, silently so as to not cause a stir. But then doubt came over Jude when the breeze suddenly carried the faintest of multiple human scents. She reined them in, and they stood there for a moment just sniffing the air. It was pretty quiet for so many people out and about. Maybe they were sleeping, that wouldn’t be a bad thing? Then again they really wouldn’t be, with someone crying like that...
With Jude prompting them to, they backed away, turning around with their center of gravity close to the ground as they slinked off.
Had there been no wind they would’ve walked right into that.
Earlier that night Jude had somehow, just this once, succeeded in lighting a campfire close to a hiker’s trail. Juicy, skewered meat was sizzling over it, spreading an alluring smell that could attract both man and beast. Returning to the little camp to check if the bait was still there, the wendigo scaled a sturdy pine closeby. They settled down among the branches- impatient, eager, yet knowing to bide its time. Shrouded by darkness they remained still, its beady and lidless eyes peering down at any unsuspecting prey that may have been drawn in by the scent of cooking meat.
They weren’t going for a kill this time; they’d pounce and whisk them away for the time being, if Jude could help it.
[ I'll try to revive this thread, though I can honestly say I have no idea if I'll be doing this correctly, but the concept seemed fun to me, so I'll just give it a good ol' college try. ]
The pawns were in their place primed and ready, the rooftops of a vast and glittering cityscape concealing their locations while the magistrate resided within the security of an epicenter pulling all the strings. Tonight was going to be the night he finally put a stop to all of the obtrusive interruptions to his work. No longer will James Moriarty, professional criminal consultant, have to worry about the intolerances of that meddling interference ever again. The time had finally come and his well of patience had run completely dry.
There was no escaping the contingency plan he put into place, and while Jim was content to believe he and his infinite genius put into play probably the most foolproof course of action, he was still acutely aware of any loophole his quarry could exploit if they had half a brain to do so. Even as such, Moriarty settled into the captain's chair of his command center staring intensely at a laptop screen.
With a few keystrokes, his connivance was set into motion. Those that would follow him to the ends of the Earth willingly acknowledged his every beck and call. It paid to be the boss -- not just any boss, but a capable leader that upon which his unquestioned rule guarantees the protection of those who follow his every decree. It was a formula for success in all aspects for everyone involved, Jim in particular all things considered. He was by all accounts, the brains of the operation after all.
Nevertheless, an inconspicuous set of black sedans lay in wait at each possible intersection, drivers and passengers alike equally equipped to administer their intended capture. With the hired guns perched in their roosts, every nook, cranny, and possible escape routes properly attended to, and all store, street, and stoplight cameras hijacked for surveyance purposes, the game was afoot and the waiting commenced.
Of course, this wasn't about to be another senseless murder by any means. The intention was to catch his prey and give them a proper address. Moriarty believed with his heart of hearts that if this universal foe made such an incredible nuisance of themselves the professor had to resort to such extremes, they at least deserved the opportunity to meet the mastermind they've sought to expose.
Dark eyes scanned the screen with a profound ferocity, pinpointing all presented details from the protruding ridges lining each individual brick set within the buildings to the innocent passers-by milling about the walkways. It was only a matter of time before Moriarty would have his one-on-one with perhaps the greatest challenge of his entire criminal career. He could hardly wait...
[ I hope it was okay and I did this right! 😅 ]
The pawns were in their place primed and ready, the rooftops of a vast and glittering cityscape concealing their locations while the magistrate resided within the security of an epicenter pulling all the strings. Tonight was going to be the night he finally put a stop to all of the obtrusive interruptions to his work. No longer will James Moriarty, professional criminal consultant, have to worry about the intolerances of that meddling interference ever again. The time had finally come and his well of patience had run completely dry.
There was no escaping the contingency plan he put into place, and while Jim was content to believe he and his infinite genius put into play probably the most foolproof course of action, he was still acutely aware of any loophole his quarry could exploit if they had half a brain to do so. Even as such, Moriarty settled into the captain's chair of his command center staring intensely at a laptop screen.
With a few keystrokes, his connivance was set into motion. Those that would follow him to the ends of the Earth willingly acknowledged his every beck and call. It paid to be the boss -- not just any boss, but a capable leader that upon which his unquestioned rule guarantees the protection of those who follow his every decree. It was a formula for success in all aspects for everyone involved, Jim in particular all things considered. He was by all accounts, the brains of the operation after all.
Nevertheless, an inconspicuous set of black sedans lay in wait at each possible intersection, drivers and passengers alike equally equipped to administer their intended capture. With the hired guns perched in their roosts, every nook, cranny, and possible escape routes properly attended to, and all store, street, and stoplight cameras hijacked for surveyance purposes, the game was afoot and the waiting commenced.
Of course, this wasn't about to be another senseless murder by any means. The intention was to catch his prey and give them a proper address. Moriarty believed with his heart of hearts that if this universal foe made such an incredible nuisance of themselves the professor had to resort to such extremes, they at least deserved the opportunity to meet the mastermind they've sought to expose.Dark eyes scanned the screen with a profound ferocity, pinpointing all presented details from the protruding ridges lining each individual brick set within the buildings to the innocent passers-by milling about the walkways. It was only a matter of time before Moriarty would have his one-on-one with perhaps the greatest challenge of his entire criminal career. He could hardly wait...
[ I hope it was okay and I did this right! 😅 ]
Zoey was leaning back against a tree next to a live side cutout of her family's second time machine with a 3d printed set of keys with a soft smirk on her face " Free time machine! First one First served! Helpfully for anything! Visiting the past or even getting away with a crime! All done by Cornelius Robinson! " Zoey spoke as she thought " This will trick him for sure! I just hope Willy doesn't fall for this "
You are a corrupt planetary governor on some backwater in the Segmentum Tempestus that has turned back your tithe on the Imperium and have started to spew rhetoric against the Imperium of man particularly Terra, unwilling to yield the efforts expected of you to combat threats in the broader galaxy, you have colluded with a few rogue traders and xenos to arm yourself with what they promised was the finest weaponry that your thrones and assets could buy, you are content. The adeptus ministorum sent forth its agents in order to demand a reprimand and offered you more amenable terms than the current ones, you refused, openly slandering the imperium before them sealing your fate. You are comfortably, in your well fortified capital hive of Karaak, it is a formidable place and the brunt of your military forces have gathered in the region to create an intimidating defensive grid. You have mobilized orbital defense arrays and are prepared to receive the Imperial fleet, promising to deal them damage that far exceeds the costs of your demands of the Imperium. Taking solace in the fact that the appropriate preperations have been made, you walk around in your mansion, you've hired an extensive retinue of xenos mercenaries to guard you as you do not trust your own troops.
The Navis Imperialis are stationed in and around your orbit, they have been building up for a week or so, you are still not concerned, your orbital arrays track them, you are convinced the ordnance can handle them. But this is no ordinary detachment, this is battlegroup Arpat.
Suddenly the skies above the hive capital of Karaak grow a pitch black, light having been forcefully eclipsed from your sun. 150 craft from the Aeronautica Imperialis equipped with stealth projectors penetrate deep into your airspace, technology the likes of which your technology has never been exposed, swiftly delivering strikes that explosively disrupt the capital hive, the powergrid was the first victim, critical power functions to the upper echelons of the hive are severed, your guards brace for an assault, they expect a defensive but what follows is more like a slaughter, strike on strike of explosive percussion from an enemy that is never seen. You catch a glimpse of the carnage to follow, a valkyrie lands, squads of tempestus scions descending from them, rockets take out gunnery positions, you see blinding beams shred the arms off one of your guards and practically swiss another.
They charge in with a singular, elite directive, you've never seen death drilled to perfection until now, they capture and escort you, they not only capture you, they capture your wife too!. Everything is obscured and muffled once you board the Valkyrie in handcuffs, they put dark goggles on you and administer oxygen, with haste and immediacy before the light reaches your captial hive, you will likely never see it again, Imperial judgement came for you swiftly, your world still useful but you, having reveled in your incompetence were swiftly dealt with, an afterthought in the annals of history. Aboard the flagship of battle group Arpat you are lead to the Office of the Adeptus Ministorum for further inquiry, as you walk through the halls you look at the agents of the Adeptus Ministorum, you can only think to tell them goodnight and say " Happy new millenium " to them.
It was a terrifying display of what the Imperium was capable of.
Lizbeth looks at the person supposed to be trapped and catched alive!!!
“First, how on earth could a prey species trap or catch a predator, that’s really odd. I think I play the wrong game.”
She grins stupidly as she volunteered to do this, but obviously fell on the most wrong person to be trapped…
“Second, who in the whole universe would try to trap that Lord General, it’s suicidal. I think that man knows every possible trick, else he’d not be where he’s now. If I would just think about pointing something at that man, he’d erase me with a snip of his finger, no, that man is maybe not the right person to set a trap on.”
Lizbeth shales her head.
Mission : failed
Sanction : being trapped by any devoted follower of the Empire
But then, in that little doe’s head rises an idea, just an idea of despair.
“Maybe, maybe there is a slight little spark of hope to ‘trap’ this man. I think putting behind the lines of his soldiers, just a table and a stool, an ashtray, a lighter, a good stuffed pipe with delicate tobacco and a good glass of some pure eminent whiskey, the one you can’t deny. Maybe, maybe then this man could be trapped, if it is only to sit down on that stool.”
Lizbeth smirks with a shrug, “but then catch him? If you have only caught his attention for a second, you’re the most lucky hunter. Set up a boobytrap around that table? I don’t think that there’s a possibility. So, no, this doe will not catch this General alive.”
She turns towards Aleksandr “With all respect, Lord General”
“First, how on earth could a prey species trap or catch a predator, that’s really odd. I think I play the wrong game.”
She grins stupidly as she volunteered to do this, but obviously fell on the most wrong person to be trapped…
“Second, who in the whole universe would try to trap that Lord General, it’s suicidal. I think that man knows every possible trick, else he’d not be where he’s now. If I would just think about pointing something at that man, he’d erase me with a snip of his finger, no, that man is maybe not the right person to set a trap on.”
Lizbeth shales her head.
Mission : failed
Sanction : being trapped by any devoted follower of the Empire
But then, in that little doe’s head rises an idea, just an idea of despair.
“Maybe, maybe there is a slight little spark of hope to ‘trap’ this man. I think putting behind the lines of his soldiers, just a table and a stool, an ashtray, a lighter, a good stuffed pipe with delicate tobacco and a good glass of some pure eminent whiskey, the one you can’t deny. Maybe, maybe then this man could be trapped, if it is only to sit down on that stool.”
Lizbeth smirks with a shrug, “but then catch him? If you have only caught his attention for a second, you’re the most lucky hunter. Set up a boobytrap around that table? I don’t think that there’s a possibility. So, no, this doe will not catch this General alive.”
She turns towards Aleksandr “With all respect, Lord General”
Jeff knew that someone had been stealing his snacks, he just needed to find out who, so the plucky little land shark sets up a classic drop cage trap that will be triggered when someone attempts to grab the box of cookies sitting out in the open. With the trap set, Jeff heads off to sleep, confident that his plan will work.
Xueqing is too full to fall into this trap... She just had too much of a meal.
This girl had been suspecting that someone entered her house constantly for a bad cause, as her brother reported that his snacks were all gone.
And yesterday, she told her brother to stay at home for a few days, and attempted setting up a trap as to capture whoever was doing that.
On her doorstep, she placed a bag of cookie on the ground, making it seem like someone accidentally dropped it there. Then, she set up an infrared tracking system, and programmed it to activate action when someone grabbed the cookie.
What was the action? The doorstep would suddenly become barred, acting as a small prison. Then, the system will notify her of the intruder, allowing her to react quickly.
This girl had been suspecting that someone entered her house constantly for a bad cause, as her brother reported that his snacks were all gone.
And yesterday, she told her brother to stay at home for a few days, and attempted setting up a trap as to capture whoever was doing that.
On her doorstep, she placed a bag of cookie on the ground, making it seem like someone accidentally dropped it there. Then, she set up an infrared tracking system, and programmed it to activate action when someone grabbed the cookie.
What was the action? The doorstep would suddenly become barred, acting as a small prison. Then, the system will notify her of the intruder, allowing her to react quickly.
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