The Skinwalker Saga - Cascadia Anon

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The Skinwalker Saga
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Cascadia Anon again; went out on the dawnpatrol and crazy shits happening
>be on the western route with HMG-bro (good orc) and Fudd (wood-elf)
>Also have John, who is a human
>older guy, in his 50's; lived in the mountains most of his adult life
>be driving along one of the highways
>two lane, winding road, with the occaisional logging road or disused driveway
>Almost to the "turn around" point
>Essentially we only patrol about thirty miles out from the town, another town patrols the rest of the freeway
>Theres a little bit of overlap in our patrols;usully we see them around the turnaround point
>we'll usually talk and shoot the shit with them for a few minutes
>we don't see them, but chaulk this up to them simply being a little ahead or behind us in schedule
it wasn't
>We pull into this old driveway to turn around
>No one uses it any more, and the cabin up the road was abandonned even before the merge
>just as HMG-bro begins to shift into reverse to back out onto the highway
>AAAAAAAAIAIIIIIIIIIIIIEIIEIEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH
>We all jump about a foot at the scream
>Just sitting there, stunned silence
>HMG-Bro, sitting on the breaks, looks more confused than scared
>"What the fuck was that? Is- is someone out there in trouble? Should we look?"
>I was a little more spooked
>"I don't know; there was something about that scream-"
>I'm cut off by John hissing through the back window
>"GET BACK TO THE TOWN, NOW"
cont.
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>"Wha- why?"
>JUST DO IT KID, IT'S FOR OUR OWN GO-"
>Fudd cuts in
>"THE FUCK IS THAT!?!"
>Fudd and HMG-bro have darkvision, so Fudd sees something past the headlight's glow
>"What?"
>HMG-bro slugs me in the shoulder and points
>points to two, dull, red circles in the forest
>FTFM; TWO RED EYES
>AAAAAAAAIAIIIIIIIIIIIIEIIEIEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH
>FEAR.BAT
>John: "FUCKING DRIVE"
>HMG-bro fucking tokyo drifts the truck and suddenly we're flying down a mountain road
>We hear "FuCkINg DRiV"
>Then Fudd and john start shooting behind us
>JoHHHNy AAAAAAAAIAIIIIIIIIIIIIEIIEIEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH
>I try to see what's happening but I can't really see much past Fudd and John
>Eventually I guess it stopped following us because Fudd and John stopped shooting
>we still hear it screaming occaisionally, but it's obviously distant
>John is in fucking PTSD mode
>When we get to town they're on skinwalker watch
>The other town's patrol heard the thing before it got close to them and noped out of there
>Basically we're in a shelter in place type deal while the town militia watches out for the skinwalker
>And waits for a confirmed kill, or three days without a sighting
>Wake up and remember that we never said our names
>john was in PTSD mode
Going to ask John about last night, at least when I can leave the house
Witch gf is really fucking agitated about the skinwalker, burning sage and spreading ash and salt around the house while puting up silver crosses and stuff. She almost tried barricading me in my room to keep me from going to work, crazy woman.

Also anyone know the surefire way to kill skinwalkers? We've heard silver, white ash, fire and holy water amongst other things
The dwares in town made MG belts in .308 where the pattern is silver bullet, incendiary bullet, blessed bullet, ash-covered bullet, and a tracer bullet, but we've never had to use them so we don't know if they work
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Day 1
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Fuck today has been a headache
>After getting home I resolve to go talk to john about what happened last night
>And why the Skinwalker knew his name
>Walk in, immediately accosted by gf
>"ANON THEY SAID THERE'S A SKINWALKER OUT THERE"
>pretty tired, and just wanting to go to sleep, I don't think about being tactful
>"Yeah gf, there is, we ran into it at the end of our route-"
>"YOU WHAT"
>gf forces me to tell what happened
>"WHY DIDN'T COME BACK WHEN THEY ISSUED THE WARNING ANON? DID YOU GUYS WANT TO BE KILLED HORRIBLY!?!?"
>"We were in a radio deadzone dear; look it's not as though we were-"
>gf throws her hands up and walks off cussing me out for making her worry
>also can here her yelling something about losing me to another witch
>wat
>Eventually get her calmed down
>can see some tears of frustration on her face
>"Look, I'm back in town, I'm all ok; the town has watches going on right now. I just want to get some sleep, and will talk about it more in the morning, ok?"
>gf sighs resignedly
>"ok anon, you go do that. I'll be in bed later, I have to finish doing something."
>Say goodnight
>Go get some sleep
>Wake up around 7:30
>get up to get some coffee
>Find I can't open my door easily
>Realize gf isn't in room
>Also realize that there's a bunch of ash and salt around the perimeter of the room
>Work to push the door open
>Hear some stuff fall over onto the floor
>look around door, see that it was blocked by my dresser
>on the floor is some books and a cross
>Ash and salt all over the floor too
>walk out to see gf asleep on couch
>cross on one side of her, smoldering bunch of sage leaves in the other
>also notice an inordinate amount of candles around
>wonder how she managed not to burn the house down
>Get ready to go to the daily breifing, leave her a note
>Hope she doesn't end up being too mad I left for work
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>Make my way to the meeting house
>Sit through meeting, hear the Sergeant recall the details of our sighting of the skinwalker
>Reports of the nightwatch
>Basically "We kept our eyes out for the skinwalker, and maybe heard the skinwalker, but we didn't see the skinwalker"
>The room is a mixture of boredom and nervousness
>then there is a commotion outside
>Door gets kicked in as everyone turns to look
>harpies
>a whole flock it seems, looking miffed, but not fully pissed off
>They look really roughed up
>Some are only partially equiped, "Uniforms" in all states of disorder, and some of them even missing guns
>some have armbands with the number 20 on them
>ohfuck
>This is our area's largest and most well organized group of harpies
>They used to raid the Highway non-stop, only got them to stop by threatening to burn their part of the forest down
>They still raid on certain areas of it, when people are retarded enough to not cross with a convoy
>Lead harpie walks up to the front of the room
>Addresses the sergeant in a loud tone
>"Where is the mayor?"
>Sarge looks incredulous
>"And what business would you have with him?"
>The lead harpie's reply was through gritted teeth
>"IMPORTANT BUSINESS, NOW WHERE IS HE?"
>Sarge dissmisses us, then leaves with the lead harpie
>Some guys who have been assigned a job leave to man their posts
>Everyone else just mills around in a crowd watching the harpies
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>people around here don't trust them
>Eventually some guy asks the harpies
>"So why the hell are you guys here and not looking for easy prey to loot or rape?"
>Most of the harpies scowl at him, but one finally pipes up
>"Some groundling came by our neck of the woods screaming horrifically; one of us shot it to shut it up, then that something came up into our roosts and started tearing us apart"
>long story short the skinwalker attacked the harpie's base, and they couldn't fight it off, so they ran
>They didn't want to deal with it in the dark, so they went to the other town
>other town had lost a lot of boys to them in the past (in both ways), so they kindly told the harpies to fuck off
>Being in no state to threaten them, they headed here
>Sarge, lead harpie and, Mayor return
>They go into meeting house
>little later there's muffled yelling
>They eventually come out, lead Harpie angry and defeated, mayor smug
>The sargeant gets some guys to lead the harpies somewhere
>brings remaining militia into the meeting house
>tells us that the mayor got the harpies to, in exchange for not kicking them out, help with the skinwalker
>also mentioned the mayor rubbed the situation in the harpie's face
>That totally won't bite us in the ass later on
>So the harpies will patrol the roads from the air, freeing up more of us "groundlings" to watch out for and hunt the skinwalker
>wait hunt
>Sarge says the town leadership are working on a plan with the other town
>In the meantime we'll just have to keep a lookout for it
>We're all on a perimeter, with most people being concentrated near the highway heading to the other town
>you're either on watch, on resupply duty, or are waiting to go on watch
>So not much different from the routine
>Fudd, HMG-bro, and I are put on supply duty
>"cool, where to?"
>"the old timber warehouse"
>"uh, that's not a post"
>"No, but the harpies demand to be resupplied before they get to work"
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>Get to the old firetrap
>hear nothing but disgruntled bird woman noises
>Get out of the truck only to be immediately swarmed by grumpy bird women
>lead harpie watching them unload the truck, walks over
>"Do you know if everything we asked for is in there, or am I going to have to yell at the mayor some more?"
>Hand her the list of supplies
>"I mean, look it over; if there's other stuff you could probably send us back to the quatermas-"
>"Roost material"
>"wha-"
>lead harpie goes on a tirade about how they need branches and shit for proper roosts
>"ok, we can see about getting that while you go on patrol, but was there any supplies you need for your patrol?"
>she stops and looks miffed
>"Would you like to go on patrol knowing that you have no bed to go back to?"
>"I don-"
>[Roost tirade intensifies]
>just now with more insults
>HMG-bro cuts in
>"Are you just wanting to go sleep?"
>She again stops
>stares angriliy at HMG-bro.
>"Shut up orc."
>thankfully doesn't resume the tirade.
>"Look we'll work on the nest-stuff, just keep an eye out for the thing, ok"
>the harpie sighs defeatedly
>"just don't bother building the roosts, you won't know how to make them"
>spent the rest of the day transporting fucking branches and bushes.

Sorry for taking a while to get the story out, it's always fun to see you're over character limit and have to reformat/re-edit everything
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>eventually evening briefing happens
>Much of the same as the morning briefing
>just now the harpies are adding to it
>They've spotted more signs of it though
>More people hearing the screams
>a couple camps of goblins and feral orcs destroyed/massacred
>well I guess we don't have to worry about that transient orc problem anymore
>some people spotting banks of fog in the valley
>I thought that was a wendigo-only thing?
>No night road patrols, so I get to go sleep at home
>realize as I get home I never asked john about the skinwalker knowing his name
>In fact I don't think I saw him today
>Oh well time to go spend a relaxing evening with my gf
>Enters house
>"ANON"
>Goddamnit
>Spend two hours arguing about allowing me to go outside
>ends with gf resolving to follow me around with her new guns (an Astra Model 904 and her enchanted flintlock)
>sigh and tell her about the day's happenings
>"I wasn't even out on perimeter, I was hauling shit for the harpies"
>"Harpies?"
>Explain the harpies and why they're here
>"hopefully we can have harpy soup again"
>"what? they're working for us now though!"
>"That doesn't mean can't die Anon; it's not like they bury their dead"
>Think gf is upset I was near the rapey bird-women

I'm gonna get my sleep now, I'll post more later when I can.
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Day 2
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Cascadia Anon in with the morning report
>Be woken up at 3:43 in a sudden matter
>notice gf in bed
>she actually went to sleep
>sit for a minute
>huh, I wasn't having a nightmare or something
>aaaaaaaaiaiiiiiiiiiiiieiieieeeeeeeeegggggggghhhhhhhhh
>I jump an inch in bed, it's the same fucking scream, just muffled by distance and the walls
>start hearing guns going off
>sit up
>realize I'm being pulled back by something
>look to my side, gf is actually awake
>grabing my arm and muttering quietly
>the screams stop
>a good ten seconds later the shooting stops
>"They have it covered Anon, go back to sleep, please"
>lay down, but stay awake for an eternity before falling asleep
>wake up later at 6-something
>get dressed, then wake up gf and tell her to get dressed
>"Wha- why would wake so early anon-"
>"Well you said you were going to follow me around, so I mean if you want to just let me go off by myself while you sle-"
>she gets up pretty quickly
>go make coffee and a little breakfast while she prepares
>She comes into the room dressed in her usual attire
>and webbing with pouches
>loaded down with god knows what
>Machine pistol hanging at her side and her flintlock sticking out of one of the pouches
>I chuckle a little
>"you sure you have enough stuff gf? you might be forgetting a cauldron or something"
>"no anon, are we going yet?"
>no sarcasm, serious look and tone.
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>Eat some breakfast and drink some coffee, then head out to the morning breifing, gf in tow
>well more like gf walking in front of me with her head on a swivel
>Eventually get to the meeting hall
>gf gets some looks but people don't question it
>the breifing is much more eventful, dominated by an after action report about the night's happenings
>Some dwarves up on the western side of the valley encountered it
>their part of the perimeter was near one of the mines they built
>Dwarves live in the mine, so they were really on edge
>Ready to defend their home
>around 3 a fog rolls in
>The dwarves just woke up more of their own and made a defensive line
>they spotted the red eyes, but didn't open fire
>let the skinwalker get close
>FIRE LADS, CLEANSE THE MOUNTAIN OF THE FILTH!
>a 50 yard long defensive line of dwarves unleashed a flow of lead down the mountainside
>After the skinwalker stopped screaming, a platoon went looking for it
>Found lots of blood and a few fallen and burning trees, but no body
>Some dragging tracks running away from the town was what was found
>Lead dwarf giving the report is beaming saying that the beast is heavily wounded and probably running off back into the woods
>sarge dosen't look convinced, gf is shaking her head
>Harpies from the morning patrols give their reports
>"Well, we've heard lot's of screaming out there this morning, and it sounds as though it's still within five miles of town"
>"it does sound like it's more pissed though, so I suppose you wounded it at least"
>Great, it's more angry on top of already wanting to kill anything it comes across
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>Eventually the reports end, but we aren't dismissed
>"And now, about that plan"
>Sarge give us a progress report on the unfinished skinwalker hunting plan
>Boils down to "will have harpies with radios report the location based on the screaming, and will have several teams of guys surround the skinwalker and shoot it till it's dead
>totallywillwork.nope
>Sarge says the plan is a work in progress
>They're going to make it less suicidal for us
>By bringing in other people to do "help"
>They're trying to get some mercs who are willing to hunt the skinwalker
>Also trying to get some natives who're experts on skinwalkers
>>40349357 thought about mentioning this as a joke
>Meeting ends
>Don't have any job until the afternoon
>remember about talking to john
>walk over to HMG-bro and fudd
>talk to them about the skinwalker knowing his name
>also mention how he wasn't around yesterday
>ask them if they want to go with me to talk to him
>"Shit anon that's pretty fishy; I haven't seen him today either. We should probably go to his cabin and check in on him"
>"Well I guess we better drive up there and do that"
>"Sure anon but what about gf?"
>oh
>explain last night to them
>Fudd looks confused, HMG-bro laughs a little
>"well a man's mate aught to care for her man"
>HMG-bro continues laughing, gf looks unfazed
>"look guys are we going or what?"
John lives in a cabin on the west edge of the valley, but he is far south of the dwarf mine; hopefully we can get some answers from him.
Also, anyone know any PMCs or mercs that go skinwalker hunting often? I would totally tolerate some sketchy guy from Arkansas if he can get rid of the Skinwalker (and do what ever he'll do to it FAR away from town).
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Cascadia Anon back with the happenings up to lunch
>We be driving along to john's place, it's a half hour drive there
>I decide to sit in the truck bed with gf so as to not take more shit from HMG-bro for clingy gf
>It's all in good humor but I don't feel like dealing with it
>Not even ten minutes into the drive
>Hear a weird whoosh, then feel something land in the truck bed
>HMG-bro stops the truck quickly gf yelps as the lead harpie loses balance and nearly falls forward into the truck bed
>HMG-bro jumps out and looks in front of the truck and back to us
>"CRAP, DID I HIT SOMETH- oh"
>Starting to re-evaluate designating HMG-bro as driver
>harpie yells him out
>eventually get the truck moving again, while holding a disscusion through the truck's rear window
>Now with Fudd driving
>the lead harpie, Ostwind, basically came to thank us for 1)asking if they needed other stuff and 2) bringing roost material
>HMG-bro makes an offhand comment about people having different attitudes after a good night's sleep
>Ostwind ignores him
>She also mentions that she heard the mayor was going to talk to her about having the harpies more directly involved in the skinwalker hunt, and she was making herself scarce so as to avoid this
>Not to much a fan of harpies but I can empathize with not wanting to be killed
>We introduce ourselves (never actually gave her our names)
>"Oh, and who is this?"
>gf is giving Ostwind a very cold, appraising look
>"I'm gf, I am a witch who works as a medic in town. I am also anon's gf. I look forward to treating your casualties"
>Ostwind's look becomes a little quizzical at the last part
>"o- ok, that's good to know I suppose... so what are you guys doing?"
>Explain where we're going and why
>Also explain our run in with the skinwalker
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>Ostwind sits on this information for a little bit, then ponderously asks
>"Do you think this John knows the Skinwalker?"
>what.jpg
>I respond by saying that I thought that maybe John had run into it before
>afterall, John has lived in the mountains since he was a teenager; he could have easily had a /x/-tier innawoods encounter
>"but I don't think he could've known the skinwalker Ostwind, that's crazy"
>"I don't know about that Anon"
>turn to gf
>"why do you think that it isn't crazy gf? Skinwalkers are feral creature-"
>"They weren't always that way Anon"
>gf then explains the whole Skinwalker myth
>It was a term coined by the Navajo for witches and warlocks who became corrupted and evil
>How these kinds of witches and warlocks could be found all over, they aren't necessarily just Native American witches and warlocks
>"so what gf?"
>get her "you're being stupid" look
>"So this could be a witch or warlock who, before becoming a skinwalker proper, knew john"
>Fudd pipes up for once
>"I'm starting to get on board with this being a possibility; when we were shooting at it while driving away it started to shapeshift"
>"It was originally some giant wolf thing, but it's head started to become more like a face and it started growing hair out of the top of it's head before it screamed 'johnny' at us"
>"I also could tell it was looking at john specifically"
>whatthefuck.bmp
>"why didn't you say anything before?"
>Fudd shrugs
>"I still think our theory is more likely, but I don't think you can just completely discard the girls' theory"
>The remainder of the ride was quiet except for Ostwind and gf
>Ostwind was asking gf about the skinwalker myth and started working out to include more questions about being a witch in general
>gf loosens up and answers, she becomes a bit more chipper towards Ostwind
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>Eventually get to John's cabin
>Windows boarded up, hastily; curtains drawn
>the flood lights on the cabin were on; flood lights pointed in all directions around the cabin into the forest
>the area around the cabin was clear of all trees, vegetation and other visual obstacles
>also a moat, really a shitty irrigation ditch with water
>We all walk over to the cabin
>Except Fudd, he insists on keeping watch, mans the trucks MG
>as we cross the moat, we also notice a line of ash and salt, like the ones gf made in our house, along the outside on porch
>HMG-bro is the first to remark
>"Seems like john decided to spend yesterday shacking up, but he couldn't done all this in one day"
>gf chimes in
>"He also couldn't just had all this salt and ash unless he had a large store on hand"
>HMG-bro knocks on door
>"Hey John, are you awake? We want to talk about-"
>BANG
>Everyone dives to the ground, but no one is shot
>"YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ME CYRUS WHITE! EVERYONE IS TOO BUSY LOOKING FOR YOU TO COME BOTHER ME! NOW GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I TELL THEM WHERE YOU ARE YOU CRAZY BITCH!!!"
>Ostwind laughs, and gf is shooting me an "I told you so" look
>HMG-bro, calling on his orcish courage and lack of fucks gets back up
>"Who's Cyr- look john, if I were the skinwalker, do you think I'd be here with ther people?"
>"YOU CAN FOOL THEM BUT YOU CAN'T FOOL ME!"
>john fires off another shot, this time actually trying to hit; he misses HMG-bro but almost hits Fudd, who started over after the first shot
>Ostwind gets up; she now looks pissed
>"FUCK THIS CRAZY FUCKER'S BULLSHIT"
>She shoves HMG-bro out of the way, hip-fires 10 rds from her SKS through the door, and the precedes to fly through the door
>[ANGRY BIRDWOMAN NOISES]
>We hear John let out a short yelp, a meaty thawck followed by a thud and silence
>"HELP ME RESTRAIN THE WHACK-JOB BEFORE HE WAKES UP"
Eating lunch now while we wait for john to wake up.
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Cascadia Anon back with an afternoon update
>We tied up John in a wooden chair, and secured the chair to a wall
>We then proceeded to eat lunch;
>gf materializes a home cooked meal from a pouch for me and her
>Take some shit from HMG-bro for clingy gf
>HMG-bro eats an MRE and Fudd has one of those weird elf rations
>Ostwind pulls out a bag of dead mice and eats a few whole
>Eventually we're all finished by john is still asleep
>Start walking around
>HMG-bro puts the door back in frame and tries to repair it
>Fudd decides to keep watch on the porch
>Ostwind gets a lamp and points it at John's face
>Proceeds to gab with gf
>I walk around
>Lots of fruniture barricading doors, upturned to serve as cover
>Ash and salt all over the place, crosses all over come back to the main room
>notice upturned table near TV, look behind
>fuckton of ammo, bean cans, and whiskey bottles; a few guns
>pic related
>few of the cans are empty, a few bottles are empty
>"Hey Anon, get some cups or buckets of water, we think he's waking up"
>"o- ok"
>get two cups of water
>"great Anon, get like five more"
>"why?"
>"So we can do this"
>Ostwind takes one of the cups and throws the water into Johns face
>John wakes up
>"Fu-fa-fuck FUCK FUCKING CRAZY BITCH-BIRD-WHORE; SHE HIRED YOU, DIDN'T SHE! WHe-"
>He's cut off by another cup of water thrown in his face
>"Anon be a dear and get more water"
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>Apparently gf and Ostwind were actually taking about how to interrogate john
>the first step of which was to sober him up
>we spend an hour getting insulted and throwing water in his face and Ostwind throwing an insult back at him
>Fudd and HMG-bro have leave to cover our supply shift
>"We'll be back ASAP Anon"
>Eventually John stops insulting us in between cups of water
>When he gets coherent enough we stop
>takes him a few minutes to get his bearings
>"A- Anon? What- Why am I tied up?"
>Explain the situation to him
>"Oh, yeah, sorry about that... you didn't leave the door open, did you?"
>"No."
>"Good, good... uh... what did you want to ask?"
>Explain our theory about him and the skinwalker, why we had that theory, finally ask
>"John, who the hell is Cyrus White, and what does she have to do with the skinwalker?"
>John sighs
>"I'll tell you if you untie me."
>We untie him
>he suddenly throws a glass vial over me
>smashes on the ceiling
>water drip on me
>John nervously laughs
>"Holy water, John?"
>"Just had to be sure Anon... please tell her to put that gun down"
>look at Ostwind; her SKS is slung over her shoulder
>Look at gf
>gf has her Astra 904 raised
>"gf, please don't be as paranoid as John here, we already searched him for weapons"
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>gf lowers her gun
>John sighs
>"ok, I didn't want to think the skinwalker was her, but her saying my name..."
>He sighs again and sits down
>"So when I was 24..."
>1 hour oldfag storytime later John had finished his story
>John once lived in Idaho near lake coeur d'alene
>He had just begun his life of being innawoods, but still spent alot time of in town
>Was basically Chad, had alot of one night stands at these bars
>One day he meets this woman
>this woman was named Cyrus White
>Cyrus White also spent lots of time innawoods, big into fur-trapping
>The two became a couple
>Eventually John found out why Cyrus lived innawoods
>Cyrus was into the Occult
>Specifically Nez Perce Occult stuff
>under the tutelage of a native witch doctor who lived off reservation
>doesn't question this too much
>He never asked for specification of the nature of the occult stuff or why this native american witch doctor lived off reservation
>One day discovers that some of this "occult" stuff involves human sacrifice
>also involves taking the skins of animals to transform into them
>John left without telling her where he went
>writes of the sacrifices, magic and therianthropy as bullshit psychokiller nonsense
>Of course, while there wasn't much magic before the merge, skinwalkers were a thing
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>John drove off up north to lake Pend Orielle
>Made camp up there while trying to decide whether to turn Cyrus and the other guy in for murder
>Though camping off in bumfuck nowhere, the woods would keep Cyrus from finding him
>Too bad Cyrus at this point was the precursor to being a skinwalker proper
>she found him (while he was a little drunk) and confronted him
>He told her to knock off the bullshit magic stuff and that she was crazy
>"Ho- how could you say that to me John? Do- don't you love me?"
>John tells her they're through
>"NO, WE'RE NOT THROUGH, I WON'T LET YOU LEAVE!"
>"AND I'LL SHOW YOU THIS IS REAL, AND TAKE YOU HOME AND YOU'LL STAY AND LOVE ME-"
>you guys get the point
>she turned into a giant wolf (Ostwind blurted out "cliche" at this) and proceeded to chase John around for a while
>Eventually the chase ended with John going over a ridge into the lake
>he swam away and hitchhiked into East Washington, hoping to lose her for good
>couldn't take not being innawoods though, so he eventually settled in the Cascades
>eventually tried to convince himself that he had imagined her turning into a wolf, or that he ran away from her and ran into a wolf
>still couldn't shake the events of that night so he researched skinwalkers and how to keep them away
>never thought to research how to kill one though
TL;DR Drunken innawoods Chad stuck his dick in crazy, and it happened that the crazy turned the lady into a skinwalker

More in a bit
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Cascadia Anon; time for my Evening report
>After John got done with his storytime, we proceeded with question time
>"why didn't tell anyone about this; why did you pussy out of the militia?"
>Get answers like
>"I didn't think it was important; it was 28 years ago, I didn't really think she was a skinwalker; I didn't want to get killed"
>My personal favorite answer was
>"I felt that if I shacked up and stayed put she would come here and only bother me"
>Ostwind countered with
>"if you knew she was coming and you didn't want to die, then why were you drinking at all? Wouldn't that impair your ability to fight?"
>John can't come up with an excuse for this
>gf pipes up
>"How do you know she wants to kill you anyway? She sounds like the 'I am going to lock you away and keep you safe and for myself forever and ever' type of crazy lady to me"
>Says the woman who tried locking me in the house and keeping me away from work to be "safe"
>gf notices all three of us looking at her like shes crazy
>"what?"
>We eventually go outside and wait for Fudd and HMG-bro to pick us up
>When they do we fill them in on John's story
>"Do you think we should tell the Sarge or the town leadership?"
>"I don't think it's honestly that important in relation to killing the skinwalker; it'll still probably want to kill anything it comes across"
>gf contributes to this attitude by adding
>"if it still has enough of a memory to remember John, it still probably does some magic with the people it kills; it's probably how it has a fog bank following it around"
>It's quiet for a bit before Ostwind makes the only real argument for telling about John
>"Knowing that asshole you guys call a mayor, John would probably end up being used as bait for the beast"
>Don't know how I feel about that
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>We get back to the Militia Depot; there's a bunch of commotion
>A bunch of unfamiliar trucks along the street and a mob of people
>ask the quartermaster upon turning the Militia truck back in
>"Oh yeah, you know how the Sarge mentioned they were trying to get other help? well, some people showed up and are getting briefed and accommodated for the night"
>Surprised, but interested to see what groups came
>Some guys from Nugget Security who were hired by the dwarves, trying to figure out where they Mining guild's HQ is
>2 platoons of self identified /k/ultists, trying to commandeer a building to turn into a /k/athedral
>a squad (by wehrmacht standards) of wehraboos, a little twitchy at the prescense of our orcs (again, they're the good kind)
>some stalkers, yelling in mixed english and russian "WHERE IS ANOMALY"
>some /x/ guys wanting to hunt for the skinwalker, but look out of their depth
>some desert elves who I think had just been following the transient feral orcs
>two other harpie groups, the Chewuch Company and Patterson Lake harpies
>and most prominently some Cascadian Guard (rogue National Guard) with their own M2 Bradley IFV
>The Sarge and some militia are trying to keep them all calm and patient while the evening briefing is happening
>Ostwind goes to lead the other harpies to their temporary route
>Sarge actually looked relieved that less people were yelling at him
>Briefing is led by one of the corporals instead
>No hard contact with the skinwalker today, but it's lingering within 3 miles of our "defensive lines"
>The working theory is that it's licking it's wounds while keeping an eye on us
>Some skinwalker expert is supposed to be showing up tomorrow
>Some extra guys would have to stay up to help with the new arrivals
>thankfully I was not on that list
>should have the hunting plan worked out by the end of tomorrow
>great
>looking forward to that
>go home with gf
>"That was kinda fun Anon, maybe I should follow you around more"
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>look at gf
>"Don't you work at the hospital?"
>gf laughs
>"I already got permission from the main doctor"
>"What"
>"He said it was ok because there really isn't anyone is the hospital right now, and I can be a medic for the militia. Technically, I'm still working"
>...
>fuck
>I'm gonna get so much shit from HMG-bro
The morning briefing is going to be interesting; haven't heard any skinwalker screams but I've so far heard people screaming in english, german, russian, elvish, gibberish, dwarvish, I've heard gunshots of various caliber at various distances, smashing bottles, and even a couple explosions.

Tomorrow is going to be a complete shit-show. I'm going to browse a little longer; it's too early to go to sleep and the cacophony isn't helping anyway. If anyone wants to ask or say anything I'll be here for a bit.
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Day 3
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Cascadia Anon here with a short update; I actually have to do work today so it'll be a while before I can post; the short of it
>They've pushed up the hunt today
>A "Skinwalker expert" is taking point with the /K/ultists with us behind them, Two other teams are on flank duty
Also
>The Sarge and Mayor got a hold of John and interrogated him
Ostwind was right, they're gonna use the old drunk as bait

I'll be back later, hopefully not too many people are massacred.
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>>40364760
>>40365381
Witch gf laughs at wicca and the fact that they believe in "ancient pagan rituals" formulated by some old horny brit-bong in the 1950s
She also laughs at the idea of a coven of legbeards, the rule "If it harm none, do what ye will," and the fact that the "Horned God" is probably Satan and they're all going to hell.
"You don't have to worship some god or serve a weird eldritch being to do magic Anon; only morons do that. I'm a good christian girl!"
     t. gf


Cascadia Anon back; shit happened, like almost SHTF shit
>The shooting and yelling died down around 10:30
>Finally went to sleep
>Woke up at 5:56 to the sound of renewed screaming and shooting
>Screaming was in bad german, and was the eqivalent of "WAKE UP YOU LAZY SHITS, TIME TO PATROL"
>Apparently the wehraboos were camped out near our house
>hold gf closer in bed
>They woke her up too, she's cussing them out
>Hear a half-track start up and drive off
>Immediately gain headache in preperation for the day
>Oh yeah and also physically get ready
>be eating breakfast with gf when someone knocks on the door
>Some guy in the militia
>"Anon, the briefing has been pushed up to 7:30, you better head over"
>go get gf (who I think literally teleported behind me after hearing the door open) and head over to the meeting house
>meeting house is packed
>Sarge starts with reports
>Skinwalker still hanging out within three miles
>not screaming at all anymore, and the fog bank surrounding it has gotten worringly large, meaning we have even less of an idea of where it is
>fuck.fuc
>"On account of this, and the fact the skinwalker hunter arrived last night, we're going ahead with the hunting plan IMMEDIATELY"
>shit.sh
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>plan is basically the same as before, just now with actual details
>A squad of harpies will fly over ahead to try and pinpoint the skinwalker
>two flank teams will go behind the fogbank to the west and east; Nugget Security and Dwarves to the west with some other militia
>Wehraboos and Cascadians with other militia to the east
>/x/ guys and desert elves distributed between these
>the "point" group will come directly from the south (from the direction of the town) and will be led by the skinwalker hunter
>Point group has the /k/ultists and stalkers, borrowing the M2 Bradley
>all groups will have harpies
>once the skinwalker is located all three teams will converge and kill the skinwalker
>Go to find out which s̶u̶i̶c̶i̶d̶e̶ strike team I'm in
>"you're in point group Anon"
>fuckmylife.justkillmenow
>"we figured with a medic following you around... well they probably could use the medic"
>goddamnit gf
>[Recognizable orcish laughter]
>I swear to god HMG-bro
>"Hey Anon, I guess we all got put on point; it'll be just like yesterday!"
>what
>find out Ostwind put herself and her best (remaining) warriors on point for revenge reasons
>also find out we're walking there
>go to assembly point
>/k/ultists and the Harpies are already there; some /k/ultists are praying, others are marveling at the Bradley and pestering it's operators
>the harpies are very visibly sharpening bayonets and practicing bayonet stabs on deer carcusses, rather violently
>Skinwalker hunter also there; the man is pale, wearing a tattered long coat and the kind of wide brim hat seen on plague doctors
>Fucker had a Kentucky Long Rifle leaning against him and an axe head sticking out his coat, along with flintlock pistol handles
>gf says his appearance and the air around him screams "warlock," but she isn't sure
>He's holding a rope leading to another man
>tied around his waist, bag over his head, head hung down and shaking a little; he is dressed in familiar flannel and jeans
>it's fucking John
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>sit and stare at John
>ask Fudd and HMG-bro
>"You guys rat him out?"
>"No"
>"No Anon, not after what Ostwind said"
>wait
>"Did Ostwind rat him out"
>"No, I'm mean but not cruel"
>turn to find Ostwind has wondered over to us
>She's holding a Kalashnikov of indeterminate model with a bayonet, the SKS slung over her back, also with bayonet affixed
>"Well I can be cruel, but... oh you get it. From what I heard the Hunter sought him out and interrogated him"
>She smiled
>"remember what I said yesterday? Did I call it, or did I call it?"
>HMG-bro gets a shit eating grin
>"You said the mayor was going to make him bait; did the mayor make him bait, or did the hunter make him bait?"
>smile.png deleted
>"It doesn't matter. I was still right"
>"NO, you were HALF right"
>[disgruntled birdwoman noises]
>[smug orc noises]
>get a fucking room you guys
>The stalkers are the last to show up
>of the four of them three are guys who have simply taken up the Slav aesthetic in their loadout
>still look capable of being innawoods
>the Last guy though, he was actually slav; mostly quiet, spoke bad english sometimes but more often just grunted in russian while gesturing
>Old guy, least equiped of the stalkers, but looks the most experienced.
>His gear is NOT mismatched, and the helment he was wearing actually looked like it took shrapnel at one point
>we wait while the recon force tries to locate the skinwalker
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>we waited for an hour and a half or so
>Some people were keeping watch on the fogbank ahead, but for the most part people were chatting
>The Hunter just stood where he had been standing, stock still just staring into the fogbank
>weird.edgy
>people get more antsy over time, some hoping that they'd call the hunt off for the day
>others spread a rumor that there'll be a backup plan involving evryone just going into the fogbank to find it that way
>nope.avi
>suddenly a /k/ultist with a radio looks up, and a Bradley operator yells out of his hatch
>simultaneously the Hunter flies around and shouts
>"THE HUNT IS ON"
>he pulls the sack off John head and pushes him forward
>as we move the /k/ultists form a loose formation forward of the IFV while most militia men stick around the side and rear
>some harpies fly low overhead, but most stick on the ground
>they say it's to conserve strength but it soon becomes obvious that it's also due to the fog
>the stalkers run from stump to stump, they're the most daring, straying the furthest from the group
>Except the old guy, he is just walking slowly behind the Bradley, staring slowy left to right
>I bet he's seen some shit
>The Hunter is leading the group, occasionally shoving John forward
>Not even ackknowledging the navigational info being occaisionally yelled out
>the fog starts getting thicker (20yds visability, still having some mist obscuring vision), and what few noises one could expect from the forest in winter faded away
>the only noises are those coming from our own merry band
>"STOP; WE WAIT HERE"
>We stop and everyone gets nervous as the halt and our approximate location is reported in
>"FORM PERIMETER, THE BEAST COMES HERE"
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>Almost everyone looks like they're shitting bricks
>The /k/ultists are uttering prayers to the /k/ube under they're breath
>The harpies are ready to take wind, nuggets and other guns ready to bayonet charge
>Us militia are copying what the /k/ultists are doing; they know more about operating than us
>The Hunter throw john's leash down and throws him an M1 carbine (which I may add he materialized out of nowhere)
>"STAND READY, AND BE READY TO FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED, OR DIE TRYING!"
>even in the fog John is visibly pale
>the Hunter walks to the center of the group, then approaches gf
>"Witch, do you sense that?"
>gf looks to her right (northeast I though at the time), then gets the most terrified look on her face as she looks all around
>"that's... oh god it practices the black craft!?"
>"I sense it too...BE READY TO FIGHT IN ALL DIR-"
>before he finishes, we hear it; then we hear THEM
>AAAAAAAAIAIIIIIIIIIIIIEIIEIEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH
>[COMBINED, GURGLING ORC & GOBLIN WARCRY]
Fuck, gotta interrupt storytime for a sec
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I'm back; got to dump some of those enchated WP bullets some anon was talking about earlier
to explain where I left off, why I had to stop and why my post will be a little spotty for a while
>remember how I mentioned a couple time that we were dealing with transient, not-so-friendly and at times feral orcs?
>remember how harpies reported a bunch of them and goblins dead?
>remember how skinwalkers were at one point witches/warlocks who are into transforming into animals, and eventually trough insanity and corruption from killing the innocent for their magic turn, go semi-feral or fully feral?
>gf's theory on the skinwalker being only semi-feral and still knowing some magic was correct
>and it turns out one of the things it remembered, was "The Black Craft"
Necromancy; this scorned witch turned skinwalker had at some point learned necromancy.
>the fucking skinwalker was not simply "licking it's wounds"
>The night it wondered into the mine it took away more than just wounds
>It learned it would need to do more than it's usual shtick to reach it's quarry
>So it got some help from the dead; rose an army to fight our army.
So back to where I was
>After we heard the war-cry, the fog got thicker for a second; we couldn't see 10 yards out
>Then, like we were playing some PS1 game with shitty draw distance, the fog lifted
>it was somehow dark as twilight, but we could see them
>zombie-orcs and goblins, lurching, hobbling, limping towards us with speed
>the bodies of our attackers were in all states of mutilation; missing arms, legs, torsos partly gone, heads flopping around nearly disconnected
>"FIREFIREFIRE"
>Everyone opens up in all directions, even the Bradley starts firing its Autocannon at some of the larger Zomborcs
>We were all carrying guns in .30 or higher, so the rotting tide was slowed by sheer volume of fire
>but that was the key word, slowed
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>while the goblin corpses flat-out "Blew up" from the impact of .30-06, .308, .44  and on
>the Orcs just shrugged off hits to all but the head
>and even then, the headless kept moving, just slower and without direction
>Only those who were hit by the Bradley's Autocannon, gf or the Hunter's guns (flintlock were about .68cal, and the balls were enchanted) went down in a single hit
>everyone else had to so thoroughly saturate targets with lead so as to turn them into red paste
>sometime that felt like 20 minutes but was probably just 5 minutes, it seemed as though they were dwindling
>and then the fog came back
>And out of it she came
>AAAAAAAAIAIIIIIIIIIIIIEIIEIEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH
>some harpies who had been flying over our group were slammed out of the air by a blur
>one flew with the blur through the fog bank, screaming and shooting/bayoneting something
>over the dwindling shooting and undead I could hear her
>[ANGRY BIRDWOMAN NOISES]
>BANGBANGBANGBANG
>then much louder
>POP
>several of us jerked our heads towards the noise to see a bird woman bent in a way that no humanoid should ever be bent fly back at our group
>the sight stuns some, but others see the skinwalker pouncing through the fog back at out group
>the /k/ultists, having finished with most of the undead, concentrate fire on it, along with the Hunter
>the harpies, not so much stunned as enraged by the sight of one of their fallen, took off for a diving charge
>The skinwalker landed, and just stood there for a second taking lead from the /k/ulists, then started vibrating violently
>it let out another shriek, but not like the one before
>this was much higher; it was tinnitous x 10
>it caused many to stop firing or even drop thier guns to cover thier ears
>hell I think it even blurred my vision a little
>the only people not affected was the Hunter and the Soviet Stalker
>both kept firing
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>after a good ten seconds of wishing we were deaf, it stopped and began tearing into whoever was closest
>it wasn't even really bothering to make sure it was killing them, just slashing and back-handing them
>like, imagine someone combined a something with the body structure of a werewolf, then took away the body hair and gave it long clawed hands, and topped it off by adding all the visual characteristics of an old hag, and allowing said hag to scream like an actual banshee
>just slashing someone, throwing them away and moving to the next person
>it was only stopped by half a dozen harpies dropping form the sky and bayonetting the cretin, while firing
>[TENNITUS SCREAM]
>the flow of pannicked fire once again stopped, but the harpies kept at the thing it started grabing them one at a time, throwing them off
>I keep trying to fire the occaisional shot while wondering if I'm bleeding out my right ear
>thanking god I went to the bathroom earlier
>when it throws a harpie off in my direction
>see the blur miss me, and hear a solid thump against the IFV
>keep fire another shot, then look back
>Ostwind is on the ground against the Bradley, bleeding from the head
>fuck, she needs help
>look at HMG-bro, covering his ears
>he notices, starts pulling Ostwind to the back of the IFV
>turn back to get gf,
>[TENNITUS SCREAM X1000]
>as if in slow-motion saw the hunter with his axe post-swing, one of the skinwalker's arms flying off
>he proceeds to land another two blows to it's chest
>the skinwalker is done with this shit
>stops screaming, grabs the hunter with it's one arm, then bounds off into the fog
>the IFV operators NOW decide it was a good idea to fire their cannon at the skinwalker
>This is followed by a weird, almost chanting wailing
>it then does it's signiture scream, though now at a great distance to us
>gf knows what is is though
>"MORE UNDEAD INCOMING!"
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>the fog began lifting gradually revealing the next wave of undead
>it was only a couple dozen undead deer
>but deer are still pretty durable
>and can trample you good or gore you on antlers
>we were running low on ammo at this point
>but as though some divine power smiled upon us, out of the furthest reaches of the clearing fog came the other teams
>we cleared the remaining undead without too many more causalties, thankfully
>we began gathering our wounded and, at the insistance of the /k/ultists, gf, and the harpies, the dead
>we were not letting that bitch use our own against us
>we were heading out of the forest back towards town when out of nowhere
>AAAAAAAAIAIIIIIIIIIIIIEIIEIEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH
>JOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNN, REEEEEMMEMBER ME!?!?
>[TENNITUS SCREAM]
>In a swift blur, the skiwalker came perpendicular to our combined force and took John
>She approached in the form of a giant three legged dog, and took him by the arm
>there were some pot-shots
>but as she flew off across the forest floor a thick fog returned
>Soviet Stalker, who was somehow on top of the Bradley now, yelled
>"отступать! отступать!"
>took him a second to remember he wasn't in Afgahnistan
>"RETREAT! RETREAT YOU FOOLS!"
>as the fog began getting thicker people stopped and began moving again
>but one last shot rang out
>BOOM
>There was a distant scream, this time sounding mournful, then furious
>turn to see gf, flintlock smoking; one of the coldest looks I've ever seen
>"whatever she had planned, he will not suffer; what ever we suffer, she will not have her prize"
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>So now after all that the wounded were taken to the hospital and our defenses have been doubled
>I am currently on guard duty at the hospital
>HMG-bro has spent his down time pestering gf about Ostwind
>gf is currently trying to stabalize about 30 people while being pestered by HMG-bro
>Fudd has gone to the Fudd clan estate; I think the undead animals got to him
>The town has people evacuating south
>And the call we put out from help went from "hey come help and we'll pay you" to "FUCK WE'RE UNDER ATTACK PLEASE SOMEONE HELP"
>A few hordes of undead have attacked over the afternoon, and even penetrated the first line of defense, hence why I had to take a few breaks

Short version of today; the skinwalker that we went hunting for turned out to be a powerful crazy semi-feral witch who is unbelievably fond of necromancy and has too many bodies on her hands.

I'll try to keep updates going when I can
If any /k/ommandos out around lake Chelan or Okanogan are crazy enough to pitch in make your way to highway 20 by 153 and head north; you'll know you're here when you get here.
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Day 3
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Things have calmed down now, and I've gotten some sleep and food; time for an update
>Ostwind regained consciousness around 3:30 am; don't know the exact time because I was shooting a half-decomposed Elk
>but I did hear it
>"GET OUT OF MY FACE YOU ASSWIPE; FUCK! WHY AM I IN A BED!?! WHY IS MY HEAD WRAPPED IN THIS SHIT!?! WHO THE FUCK IS SHOOTING AT THIS HOUR!?! WHY DOES MY HEAD HURT!?!"
>[VERY ANGRY, PARTLY LUCID BIRDWOMAN NOISES]
>it stops eventually
>Went back in a half hour later to see Ostwind
>HMG-bro is sitting next to her
>looking at her
>paybacktime.bat
>all I come up with is this
>"I didn't think you were into white-meat HMG-bro"
>fuck that was lame
>HMG-bro forces a small laugh
>"Keep working on it Anon; you might one day be able to actually bant"
>He goes back to staring at Ostwind
>is- is that why he's into her? because she's someone he can be an asshole to and banter with?
>to each their own I guess
>"So I thought she was talking again..."
>She was but she was disturbing everyone else, wouldn't lower her voice; she said she had trouble hearing us too. Your gf eventually had to go do something else so she just said she'd work on it later and knocked Ostwind out"
>Think back to the skinwalker's tinnitus scream
>"that's understandable, I'm suprised I didn't go deaf"
>HMG-bro isn't looking away from Ostwind, just shaking his head
>"Aren't you on watch HMG-bro?"
>He finally looks up
>"I'm next to a window, aren't I?"
>Big lug
>Eventually I go lay on some couch and get some sleep
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>Wake up at 8:00 with gf on me
>stay there for another half-hour so as not to wake gf
>I don't mind anyway, it's nice to be able to just sit and think
>reflect on the past 24 hours
>try to convince myself that the other shoe has dropped and that things couldn't get any worse
>remember when gf shot at the skinwalker through the fog, thought about what she said
>how the skinwalker reacted
>maybe I should ask about that?
>get hung up on Grandpa Soviet Stalker
>eventually wake up gf
>[grumpy witch noises]
>[Cursing in witch]
>"well, you can always go back to sle-"
>"NO, I have to follow you around to keep you from getting killed"
>notthisshitagain.tiff
>resist urge to point out how my life hasn't (comparative to everyone else) been in that much danger over the last 48 hours
>resist urge to point out how her presence hasn't really kept me from being in danger over the last 72 hours
>resist urge to point out how her presence HAD ACTUALLY PUT ME IN THE POINT GROUP, AND THUS PUT ME IN MORE DANGER.
>"Also Ostwind is going to wake up in a little bit; I have to be there to keep her from waking up the whole block"
>"If all else fails I'll gag her to keep the noise down; can't give her more sleep meds and put her in a coma... does that sound reasonable Anon?"
>too busy trying to think of what I was thinking about
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>right, gf, blind shot, angry skinwalker, weird soliloquy
>"Hey gf, why did the skinwalker react the way it did when you shot it yesterday; did you curse it or something?"
>gf shoots the "you're stupid look" me
>"No Anon; firstly, I don't do curses, I've told you this. Secondly, what do you think I meant by 'it's prize' Anon?"
>uh
>oooh
>John
>I feel extra stupid; blame it on only sleeping four hours
>I am not retarded gf I promise
>"Well then I guess that's why it kept sending hordes of bodies after us; why wouldn't it just attack while we're in disarray though?"
>"She still has some remnants of personhood Anon. She's probably mourning"
>gf pauses
>"....or maybe trying to raise him from the dead. She IS that crazy, probably. Maybe she's doing both... probably doing both"
>I spend the rest of our walk back to Ostwind wondering, since gf has been pretty on point about the skinwalker, if she is good at guessing because she's also that crazy deep down
>and she wonders why I keep putting off having kids
>Decide to talk about it later
>Return to Ostwind's part of the hospital to find her and HMG-bro looking at each other
>[hoarse whispering birdwoman noises]
>Ostwind doesn't look angry and HMG-bro doesn't look smug
>when they see us they stop; HMG-bro tries and fails to make his expression blank while Ostwind looks at the floor
>ok when did this fucking happen guys? when did this become a thing?
>gf and I choose to ignore this
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>"Did you finally remember to use your inside voice?"
>gf sounds smug, doesn't show it
>Ostwind visibly resists the urge to yell, hoarsely responds in a whisper
>"I can't hear you; all I hear is mumbling and murmuring; HMG-bro told me to whisper because 'I was being too loud'"
>"Ohhh, and how did he tell you that?"
>Ostwind looks like she's going to blow up
>HMG-bro answers for her
>"You have to whisper in her ears"
>gf gets one of those things that doctors use to look in Ostwind's ears
>"ok, that's alot better than I thought; this will be an easy fix"
>"AN EASY WHAT- oh, sorry"
>gf materializes a bag from nowhere, pulls out a flask and a vial, pours a little of each into a bottle; shakes
>puts a dropper bottle lid on, squirts some into either of Ostwinds ears (much to her chagrin)
>goes to leave
>"how long until I can hear normally again?"
>gf leaves
>"You going to answer that gf?"
>gf continues walking off
>"Gotta make my morning rounds, tell her to stay put until I get back"
>Ostwind looks pissed
>Leave HMG-bro to explain to her so I can get breakfast
I'll post more in a while; work and all
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Cascadia Anon back; seriously took a while to get the opportunity to write some more, I'll try to make up for it today

So back to yesterday
>Get breakfast; all there is for breakfast are MREs
>oh well
>Eventually a really impormptu and overdue debrief of the failed hunt happens over radio
>Of the 56 people in the point team yesterday
>21 people severely injured but alive
>13 people killed
>1 skinwalker hunter MIA
>Only 16 people still in fighting condition
>the IFV has damage to vision ports and optical devices as well as an unexplained issue with the turret drive(explaining why it took them so long to fire the cannon at the skinwalker)
>overnight an additional 9 people were injured but not killed
>the waves of dead forest critters have however stopped and the harpies still doing patrols via the skies report that the fog bank has retreated to outside of five miles, so the Mayor calls it a "minor victory"
>hellno.fail
>Mayor reports that the evacuation of the town is now complete, and wishes us luck in defending "our homes, livelyhoods, and way of life..."
>spouts bullshit for five minutes
>"...we have the upmost confindence in you gentlemen!"
>what; we?
>Radio call switches to sarge, who continues with reports of who's posted where
>audibly hear a car gunning it out of town
>other guys around the radio also notice, we look at each other
>someone interrupts over the radio
>"Did the mayor just fucking leave?!?"
>Sarge pauses, sighs
>"Do you guys really give a shit if that dumbass was here? Is he really necessary or crutial to this?"
>"Wasn't he one of our "defensive planners" though?"
>"ONE OF the planners?!"
>The militia sergeant blows up over the radio about how the mayor over-ruled everything, basically thought he could handle it
>also is very clear on how the skinwalker hunt was the mayor's idea
>don't think too many people are going to vote for him next november
>or let him walk back into town
>"NOW can we PLEASE get back to what we were doing?"
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>after a minute he continues with the post assignments
>"Finally, we are getting some replies back over long range radio to our calls; some volunteers from Chelan and Coulee coming, along with some more National or Cascadian Guard or whatever, same people. Some other people on their own have come in; any other group of people on their own should be sent to the depot. Finally, I would like to ask the leaders of the various groups who have been gracious enough to help us to also come to the depot for planning our next move"
>Radio briefing ends
>"Hey, isn't the harpie leader in the hospital?"
>oh yeah
>"I'll go tell her guys"
>Go back inside
>Ostwind is still on her bed, albeit sitting upright
>HMG-bro isn't there, must've fucked off to go sleep or something
>"Hey can you hear me?"
>"A little; my hearing is coming back slowly. Too slowly. Isn't gf a witch? Can't she magic my eardrums back?"
>give the whole "you can't just instantly magic yourself better speech" I was given by gf a long time ago
>probably didn't explain it well at all; basically sum it up with "It causes shock to the body or something"
>"Anyway, you're supposed to go to the depot to plan out the Anti-Skinwalker Defense Force's next move"
>"OH FUCK NO, AFTER THAT SHITSHOW?! YOU CAN TELL THAT JACKASS TO GO FUCK HIMSELF"
>Resist the urge to point out she put herself on point, instead go out on a wild guess
>"The mayor left, so it's just going to be the militia sergeant and the leaders of the other groups"
>"Oh, well nevermind then; gf says I'm not supposed to leave though"
>look around
>no gf
>"Well she's not here right now and you can walk, right? we'll just leave, she can understand the concept of an order"
>Get almost get to the door when
>"WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF BED, I TOLD YOU TO STAY PUT; ANON, WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HER?"
>she's using her doctor's voice
>turn around
>gf is literally right behind me
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>jump a foot back
>"Christ, do you teleport n-"
>"WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HER, ANSWER MY QUESTION"
>"She's been ordered to the depot in or-"
>"OH NO, NOT YET SHE ISN'T"
>grabs Ostwind, leads her into a side room like a nun leads a misbehaving child
>A very audible argument ensues
>quickly escalates
>"YOUR HEARING IS NOT BACK AT 100% YET AND I STILL HAVEN'T-"
>"MY HEARING IS JUST FINE AND MY HEAD IS JUST FINE; YOU SAID IT WAS JUST A CUT, IT ISN'T BLEEDING ANYMORE, MY HEAD FEELS FINE, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY YOU REBANDAGED IT"
>"WELL DAMAGE TO YOUR EAR DRUMS CAN EFFECT OTHER THINGS LIKE BAL-"
>I CAN WALK JUST FINE."
>It quiets back down, a few more things are said
>they exit the room
>"Fine, she can go, but you two come right back here after"
>Go outside and look for a truck to borrow
>"No, I'd prefer to walk Anon"
>"Are you sure?"
>She doesn't even answer, just starts walking down the street
>"That's the opposite direction of the militia depot Ostwind"
>"oh... right. where is it?"
>Walk over to the depot in the silence of the day
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>When we get there we're directed to the meeting house
>I'm allowed in because Ostwind is still techically wounded and needs an "attendant"
>She visibly takes issue with that word choice, but just carries on
>mumbles about not being a helpless child
>In the meeting hall I see the Sergeant with the leadership of the other groups
>The /k/ultists are being represented by a man with a beret carrying at least five guns on him
>Kalashnikov and AR-15 pattern rifles slung front, a PKM hanging to his side, some long rifle with a muzzle break on his back, along with the mandatory Mosin Nagant
>Some obvious priests of the /k/ube behind him
>A couple of wehraboos are talking amongst themselves
>Guardsman ranked Lieutenant is talking to the Militia Sergeant while another Guardsman of indeterminate rank is listening to a short wave radio with a headset
>A dwarf and an armed man presumably from nugget security are arguing over who is going to reimburse the cost of some landmines
>Notice Grandpa Soviet Stalker also, with an ancient portable transciever, talking into it in russian occaisionally
>Some harpies who are in the room rush up to Ostwind
>[Incomprehensible birdwoman chattering]
>Ostwind gets them to quiet down, and sits at the table
>wait to sit after the harpies but they wait for me
>awkward.webm
>Sit down next to Ostwind, harpies sit on the other side of her
>[quiet but still incomprehensible birdwoman chattering]
>Sarge starts up the meeting
>"Sorry to call you in from the hospital, but I figured that since the 'genius' that we call the mayor has decided personally leading the evacuation is the better part of valor, we could discuss what we're going to do going forward"
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>"Firstly, where is the Skinwalker Hunter? He didn't seem like the type to run in the face of terror"
>"Hunter was thrown by beast into fogbank during battle, shortly before reinforcements; the beast withdrew from battle, pursued hunter"
>the others looked surprised that grandpa stalker was there, like they hadn't noticed the man in matching Spetznaz gear talking russian into an old radio
>the guy I presumed to be from Nugget Security was the first to respond, looking rather unfazed by the old man
>"Is that why there was no skinwalker when we arrived?"
>"Da, hunter had managed to sever beasts arm and do damage; I imagine beast wished to 'get even' with hunter"
>Sarge asked the next question
>"do you think the man is still out there?"
>Soviet stalker shakes head
>"Nyet, it took beast time to come back for bait. If hunter survive beast, he would have been in bad shape; I think he certainly dead"
>"Well, that answers my next question also; I wasn't particularly happy with the man's abandoning the town to shack up, but I can't say I was fond of him being used as bait like that"
>Stalker continues
>"I would not worry much; I am certain a shot taken at beast had killed bait. Beast was VERY clear something upset it"
>discussion of what happened continues for a bit, then shifts to what we think the skinwalker will do next
>The wehraboos put forth the idea that because it got the bait and is moving away from town, it's leaving
>This is shot down by the /k/ultists and soviet stalker, pointing out how it had sent undead animals to attack the town overnight
>they eventually settle on tracking it from the air and reinforcing our defensive positions while waiting for more peopl to show up
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>the guardsmen said another two platoons would be showing up tomorrow with "heavy support"
>could not elucidate what they meant by "heavy support"
>/k/ultist said that they would try to get another chapter in, train/equip the individual people trickling in to help, and "offer prayers to the /k/ube for the munitions to vanquishthe beast"
>finally soviet stalker is that last to pipe up
>"My old comrades shall come as well; are good men, veteran like me. Will have own guns and equipment"
>ok then
>Ostwind asks one thing no one else has bothered to think of
>"What about the other town? What have they been doing this whole time?"
>everyone looks at the Sarge
>"they've been shoring up their defenses, but haven't done much for lack of manpower. They've also put out a call for help, but because they're  further up the road the only way to get to it is from the other side of the mountain range"
>the lieutenant spoke up
>"The militias on the other side of the mountains may be busy with other things right now, so I don't think they're getting help"
>a short silence fell
>"Well, there's no way to get more people up there for now. We should be worry about what's going on here and prepare for our next move"
>[general agreement noises]
>well soviet stalker was making agreeing noises, but was also shaking his head and mumbling other things in russian
>with that the meeting was adjourned
>Ostwind and the harpies talked in bird-speak some more before the other harpies left
>"Alright Ostwind, are you ready to go?"
>"Hold on Anon, I want to talk to that guy"
>wut
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>She walks over to Grandpa Soviet Stalker
>"Hi there; can I ask, if you were in charge of a force, why did you guys bring so few?"
>She says this with her usual tone, but her usual tone isn't exactly "friendly" sounding
>Grandpa stalker takes it in stride though, smiles an old man smile
>"We were not force... my grandson and his friends like to uhh... how do they say... operate? They can handle selves, but have not seen real fighting, so I follow to watch them"
>he pauses, gives a small frown
>"did not think things would be this bad though. Thank the god above they know how to stay safe in fight"
>he tries to bring a smile back
>"you lead bird women? You are brave fighters, I hope they heal fast; did you need something?"
>Ostwind smiles
>"Actually yes; do your people have more arms? We lost some in the fight"
>He gets a bigger smile
>"Ah, I notice you bird-people have eye for glorious, rugged arms of my homeland; DA! I can have them bring more arms!"
>mfw Ostwind gets into an hour long convo with the man over slav-shit and the merits of soviet gear
>I do gleam some background from the convo though
>Grandpa Stalker actually IS Spetsnaz, and DID serve in Afghanistan, amoung a few other conflicts.
>His "force" is a group of other veterans of the soviet armed forces who made their way around the world after the fall of the Union
>ironically to the US
>"I cannot guarantee as many mosin nagants or SKS, but there will be plenty AKM, and ammunition plenty for both. As for bayonets, we know trick to allow mounting of other blades"
>"Thank you Ivanovich, you've been very kind!"
>"Anything for comrades in arms!"
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>Ostwind is very happy on the walk back
>"I wonder how much he has seen"
>"I don't what he has seen Anon, but he certainly has been around; it's written in his look, in his gear, in what he says. I think he'll be pretty helpful when his freinds get here"
>as we're getting close to the hospital
>"Hey Anon, don't be too upset with gf being clingy; she really is worried about you in light of the current events"
>I take a minute to respond
>"I'm not that upset. Where did that come from?"
>Another pause
>"She was really passionate about it before we left. She was more upset that she wouldn't be able to come with"
>we stop for a sec
>"Anon, are you sure she's completely ok? I mean, I don't want to call her crazy-"
>"No, she is"
>Get a "wut" look
>"gf always was a little odd; but she's always been upfront about it, and aware of it. That's why she does healing magic and stays away from curses and stuff, and only uses magic in moderation; it keeps her in touch with the world"
>we stand for a bit, then continue on to the hospital
>"I think she dotes on you to stay in touch also; I'M NOT SAYING she uses you or anything- uh... fuck..."
>"I guess I'm trying to say she sees you as a positive influence, and she doesn't want to lose you Anon..."
>the conversation trails off as we reach the hospital
>back to gf, and she does one last check to see that, yes, Ostwind does have her hearing back.
>Ostwind leaves for Birdwoman HQ, but before she leaves
>"Good night, you two take care of each other"
>A couple doctors came in over the day, so I take gf home to go actually get some sleep
>My conversation with Ostwind stuck in my head
Not much happened here today, so I'll give a quick rundown on what did happen tommorow morning, as well as tommorrow's happenings
The big reinforcements will be in tommorrow, so that will be a carnival.
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Day 4 recap and Day 5
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Cascadia Anon; I'll do a short recap on yesterday and then jump into today later
>Laying in bed that night, I think about what Ostwind said
>Consider gf's clingyness in the face of the skinwalker
>Consider the skinwalker is essentially a batshit crazy witch
>realize gf is afraid of being like that, and becoming that batshit
>realize gf is afraid losing me may send her down that path
>hold gf close
>"You're not like that, I know you aren't"
>feel bad for gf, spend the night holding her close
>sleep
>Wake up and go make breakfast for gf and I
>have a conversation with her that I won't recall in too much detail because the recap of yesterday is supposed to be short
>but it was basically a heart to heart on gf not needing to be afraid of herself going that crazy
>eventually get gf to "calm down," be a little less clingy
>"I still will want to keep you safe Anon; you are my boyfriend afterall"
>"Also it's more interesting to be around you, so I might still follow you when I'm not working at the hospital"
>Take it as a first step
>"Just don't run yourself into the ground dear"
>head off to work, drop gf off at the hospital and go to the morning briefing
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>Morning reports yesterday were back to the reports the day after we first saw the skinwalker
>Actually it was even less than those, the skinwalker was still keeping a good distance from town
>Like, 11-12 miles distance
>great for us, but I recall what was said about the other town the other day
>worried.exe
>More time is devoted to reporting on our entrenchment and reinforement
>and they really meant ENTHRENCHMENT.
>The dwarves and the Nugget Security personnel had taken charge on building up defenses
>Both decided that the town needed to take it defensive line to the next level
>The dwarves had actually built a nearly contiguous trenchwork along the city limit
>Nugget security complemented this with several minefields, with heavily guarded corridors to move through
>great, let's take a page out of Colombia's book
>get "reassured" with a map of the minefields, the guarantee that the no-go areas are larger than the actual minefields, and that no roads were mined
>whatever, we got bigger fish to fry
>Get assigned to supply duty because there have actually been quite a few people coming in to help
>spend the day resupplying the /k/ultists, and hearing about how our arms are of good quality
>Get lectured by a couple of child priests (boy and girl) on how our selection of arms betrays us as "fuddites," and that we should be less hesitant to embrace the more advanced tools of the /k/ube
>"Well, when your going after an animal of the forest it's more important that it goes down quickly, and thats easier to do with .308"
>"We speak not of caliber but action Anon! There are plenty of tools from the /k/ube that are in .308 that are not of the bolt"
>"But ammunition isn't cheap-"
>"That should be of no concern Anon; the /k/ube blesses those who do it's will with ammunition!"
>realize that the /k/ultists have never asked for ammunition
>realize that they have crates of ammunition for us to take to everyone else
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>Iamnotevenmadthatisamazing.jpg
>mfw the murder/k/ube is an actual diety capable of divine acts now
>consider converting at least partially to /k/ubism
>spent the rest of the day delivering ammunition to people
That's basically what happened with me yesterday; I should note that only HMG-bro was working with me yesterday. Fudd still was absent, but the Sarge said not to worry about it, so I wonder what's going on with him; more in a little later
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Few things left out of my recap that I'll throw in
>Went to pick up gf at the hospital
>gf not at hospital
>gf at home
>she was given the day off because she had basically been working with minimal sleep and food
>and since the hospital now had a dozen dotors on staff, 4 of those actually being real doctors, they didn't need the help
>Have a good evening relaxing with gf, got a full night's sleep
Now to today
>Got up to make coffee and breakfast
>getting ready for the day
>gf getting ready to follow me around again
>we go to the morning meeting
>see a couple of trucks, ATVs on the street
>mud and dirt covered, some done up in forest camo
>wait
>I know these trucks
>Walk into the meeting hall
>see a mob of people in the back wearing forest camo vests and jackets laden with ammo and bolts, wielding model 700s and crossbows
>Goddamn, it's the Fudd Clan
>Turns out Fudd had spent the last two days amassing the entirety of the Fudd clan
>Meeting goes on as normal in spite of their presence
>Skinwalker lingering at 15 miles out; harpies spying on it haven't even heard anything, just see the fog bank
>at least it isn't heading towards the other town
>"reinforcements are going to show up over the course of today, so hopefully by tomorrow we should have a rough plan of what our next move is"
>Hopefully Skinwalker Hunt 2; Electric Boogaloo isn't as suicidal as last time
>Try to think of how they'd do that, but can't really think of anything
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>After the meeting me and HMG-bro get a chance to talk to Fudd
>he seperates from his family while they, led by Grandpa Fudd go over to talk to the militia sergeant
>"Fudd, what's the clan doing here?"
>Fudd has a very serious look on his face
>"This thing has defiled the natural order of the forest; it has killed it's denizens needlessly to fight it's battles for it, and we would not be surprised if there were no more animals left in the valley, be they the tiniest rabbit or mightiest bear"
>He is full on scowling now
>"We will make this abomination pay for ruining nature's order"
>sometimes I forget he is a wood elf
>"I also talked to the other elf clan, and I believe they're gathering they're folk to pitchin also
>for context, the other elf clan are more like forest rangers (and thus more like regular wood elves) than hunters, and butt heads with the Fudds occaisionally since the fudds are more enthusiastic about hunting
>both clans don't usually get really involved with the town's affairs, so them coming in, even with the recent events, is a big deal
>"What has gone on back here?"
>Give him a rundown of the events, he rolls his eyes when hearing about the mayor leaving town
>looks angry when I mention undead forest critter attacks have stopped, but gets more concerned when the distance to town and the fact that it seemingly hasn't moved
>"I would say it's out of bodies to send, but I don't think it's just been sitting there 'doing nothing.' It has to be doing something..."
>He gets pensive
>"Well, let's go see who we're being couriers for today"
>"wait, we're still on supply job?"
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>Go to the quartermaster
>"Oh you're working with the lead harpy, she's already gotten the truck keys"
>leave the depot to look for Ostwind
>get honked at as we leave the depot
>She's sitting in the driver's seat, an in the back is Grandpa Soviet Stalker
>"Ah, you have plenty people for help! Is good, we will have much to haul!"
>wut
>Hmg-bro goes shotgun, everyone else in the back
>"Do you even know how to drive? Don't you have wings for that?"
>"Shut up HMG-bro, of course I know how to drive"
>slightly less of her usual edge in her voice
>Start driving
>Grandpa Soviet smiles and then grabs something
>It's the transciever's mike
>He's pulls out a gps
>"Hey HMG-bro, do you know a field or something?"
>"Uh, sure... wh-"
>"Just tell me where to!"
>Grandpa starts yelling in russian into the radio
>He's not mad, he's just trying to make sure they hear him
>Hear responses in russian
>Sounds very much like a military dialogue
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>we get to an old field; like two football fields side by side
>don't really remember what it was used for
>Guess he's looking for a place for his old man's club to set up, pretty big for a camp
>"Here Восточный ветер?"
>Wait who's that
>"Yeah Ivan, no one's using it that I can see"
>whoops, forgot Ivanovich's name
>Ivan looks at the GPS
>Starts shouting coordinates (presumably) into his radio
>Loud responses of "Да!" and other things
>We wait a bit, then hear it
>faint, at first, then louder
>and louder
>Helicopters, Fucking Helicopters
>four of them; all russian make, all pretty old, if not ancient
>one very clearly has rocket pods and guns attached to the sides
>Ivan throws down some smoke and comes back to the radio
>One by one the copters land
>At this point some big trucks are pulling up to the field also
>and a couple BTRs
>Guys start grouping near our truck, talking to Ivan in ruski, having a short pow-wow
>there are 30ish guys, all old, all with worn but matching soviet gear
>They start setting up a camp, while Ivan starts adressing us
>"So, Восточный ветер, about guns; they had proper amount of SKS after all! I hope you don't mind czech or yugo SKS?"
>"Oh of course we don't mind!"
Currently hauling Slav-shit for bird people

Honest question, why do harpies like Soviet equipment so much?
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Cascadia Anon writer back
Ended up somewhere where the someone got the IP b&, and ended up there for 24ish hours, so that's fun.
I'll just continue where I left off and ignore the gap since the universe seems hell-bent on having me continue an inconsistent pattern of posting.

>After spending the next few hours hauling slavshit back and forth between the field and bird-woman HQ and taking leftover gear to the /k/ultists, we returned one last time to the field
>It was actually really fascinating, wathcing the old guys turn the field into a full on military outpost
>They actually gave the dwarves a run for their money in terms of entrenchment speed
>Barbed wire
>Trenches and gun emplacements
>Several tents of varying size and make for barracks, HQ, storage, and even a damn Mess Hall
>And of course they somehow managed to clear portions of the field for landing pads and a motorpool
>Ostwind goes to thank Ivan for the guns
>of course it turns into a multi-person conversation about their equipment, involving several of the other old guys
>After looking around, I notice they have alot of vehicles but no fuel stores
>Ask a friendly looking old man who speaks english well why
>"Oh, well, we actually have no need"
>"what, why?"
>"Is a funny story, after the merge happened we became our own merc company; one day we noticed one of the helicopters went several days without refueling, and the gauge read full still. We checked the systems and they were all fine, and when we tried to open the fuel tank it was just full"
>They checked all the vehicles and aparently all of them had somehow been magicked to not need any more fuel, they just magically refill themselves
>gf enters the convo
>"And you never questioned it further than that? You never questioned why they were magicked?"
>He shrugs
>"Eh, don't look at the teeth of a horse you've been given"
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>Eventually the disscussion ends, and Ostwind and Ivan part ways
>She gets a bunch of goodbyes from the old slavs
>Slavs like bird-people aparently
>"Hey Ostwind, who's Восточный ветер?"
>"Oh, it's my name in russian, Ivan is pretty insistent on saying it in russian. It's the same thing so I don't care"
>HMG-bro doesn't understand that Ost wind's name is basically "East Wind" so he gets lectured on the significance of the East Wind.
>How does a Harpy from what is at best a communal culture from the mountains know more mythology than an orc from a warrior tradition that revels in learning about mythology that has lived in town for several years now?
>make it back to the depot
>See the other National/Cascadian guardsmen have shown up; several more large trucks and a couple more IFVs
>and a tank
>It's an M60 Patton; old, but it's still a fucking tank
>Guardsman moving shit to some other field to make their own camp
>first half of the evening meeting was really just a very long listing of who has shown up and what assets they have
>aside from the Guardsman and the Spetsnazi, the /k/ultists had managed to train up about 25 people who came themselves to help
>No elaboration on what "training" meant, but they're pretty good at handling themselves
>Skinwalker still out a ways
>14 miles now
>Fog bank is smaller now
>but the really concerning news
>"The other town hasn't checked in on long range radio today"
>ominous.iso
>Ivan volunteers the use of a copter to go check in at the town
>"We cannot fly until next day, copters not suited to night flight, but we can make trip easily given map"
>"I'm not sure you guys will be able to land, but a flyby would be good"
>gf says she has a bad feeling about this turn of events as we head home that night
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Day 6
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>Woken up by the sound of a helicopter flying overhead
>wat
>It's 6:46, it's still dark outside
>I thought he said they can't fly in the dark
>get up to get ready
>Have a really bad feeling in my gut
>Fuck
>don't believe in "divination" bull, but have had certain things in my life happen that have convinced me that precognition is a thing
>in short I don't think one can predict the future like a fortune teller, but sometimes I get a certain gut hunch that somehow, S is going to HTF, and S does end up HTF whenever this happens.
>like the logging accident that led to me getting my leg broken bad, and some other guys getting injured bad
>and having to go see the new town doctor
>wait gf isn't in bed
>go downstairs to find her in the "Pantry" packing lots of stuff into her enchanted webbing
>"You have a bad feeling too, don't you Anon?"
>She knows about my gut hunches, she takes them very seriously because she has them too
>"Yeah... I'm going to get some guns ready. I think you're going to need more than a machine pistol and pistol today"
>End up taking out my G3 with extendo, my Springfield, and my AR-carbine
>Somehow manage to carry them all with lots of ammo
>Give gf an AR-15 and a Fal (yeah I know it's redundant with the G3)
>She doesn't make a fuss about this, and infact tries to carry even more ammo than what I gave her
>head out for the morning meeting
>Igotabadfeelingaboutthis.mp4
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>As we're walking to the meeting hall we hear the helicopter returning
>wait
>no, it's another two copters leaving
>and a truck driving along the road we're on
>It's Ivan and some of his guys
>He is in the back, with another slav running a muah larger radio
>Ostwind is also in the back
>"ANON, LADY, GET IN TRUCK QUICK, WE GO TO MEETING HALL"
>There's an urgency in the mans voice, we jump in quick
>Ivan is busy holding a conversation in russian with the guy on the radio (who was the guy who I asked about their fuel) and some others on the radio
>"Uh, Ostwind, what's going on?"
>She takes a second to answer
>"You know how we were worried about the other town?"
>"But the skinwalker couldn't cover that distance in one night, could it?"
>"well, the thing is, the fog bank hasn't moved either"
>SHTF.exe
>"WHAT? SO WE DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS?"
>Ivan cuts in
>"We, or rather they have good idea where skinwalker is; is still in town they say"
>Ivan gives a rundown on what the guys in the copters are doing on the Mi-17s and Mi-26, and what's happened to the town
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You ever seen the movie "The Thing" guys?
>basically the skinwalker had made it's way to the town without having the fogbank move
>Instead of just wandering across the town's defenders like it did with our town, it was more careful and snuck it's way in
>actually doing what it, the skinwalker had not done yet; transforming
>The survivors (who we knew weren't the skinwalker because they were locked on a roof burning some stuff in a barrel, firing at anything approaching their building) didn't have the complete story, but they had enough to give some picture
>First one guy went "missing" for a bit, but when they found him he was acting weird
>did not question this despite knowing there was a skinwalker out and about
>after a while they confronted him about it
>surprise! he was a skinwalker.
>fight it off but one guy "went after it"
>later discover the guy's body in their radio station with both the long-range and short-range radios destroyed
>their militia fell apart as it killed, then impersonated different militiamen to lure others
>eventually everything went to "every man for himself," and the only option the remaining people had was to shack up
>unfortunately the skinwalker seemed to be bent on killing EVERYONE in the town
>The slavs were getting what few people they could out with the helicopters (while making reasonably sure they did not have a skinwalker in their midst).
>Ivan looked pretty grim
>"what evil drives this creature it kills without purpose?"
>gf looks at him
>"Bodies; it wants more bodies. The elves were sure it has run out of animals for puppets, so it went looking for more..."
>Ivan goes from grim to a very specific kind of anger, fire in his eyes
>the same fire that would've been in the eyes of the men who fought an unstoppable machine back out of their motherland so long ago
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>"I see. We shall vanquish such evil, that kills those who do nothing and then plays with the corpse of the victims; we shall make the beast suffer..."
>get to the meeting hall
>skip the reports
>skip patrol assignments
>"OK People, we have a real SHTF situation on our hands"
>reports on the fact that the skinwalker moved
>Ivan give a really short report on what happened to the town
>"All people availible will be stationed on the defensive line; let nothing cross the line into town. Leaders will stay here for an emergency meeting"
>"What if any survivors escaped?"
>The sergeant whinces
>"We can't risk it... tell them to stay away from the line but if they get within 75 yrds, start shooting. Be ready for another mass attack"
>I pray anyone who survived shacked up instead of running to us for safety
>Also pray no one runs afoul of the landmines
>End up getting assigned to the line going across the main highway through the valley
>Trenches ending in emplacements on either side of the road, with a wall of sandbags making a large wall across the road
>Some cover assembled from mounds of dirt
>and some tents set up behind that near a gas station
>Barbed wire in front of all of it and some czech hedge hogs further in front of the line
>/k/ultists and /k/ommandos all along the line
>a couple of slavs have set up a DShK in one of the emplacements
>one has an RPG
>some people are sleeping in the tents and there's a shrine to the /k/ube, so I assume most of these people were already posted here
>spend the rest of the day waiting for something to happen
>gf sets out some supplies "just in case"
>the slavs let HMG-bro man the Dashka, so at least he has something to be happy about
>all is quiet until evening
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>Someone had cooked some soup for dinner in a big pot over a fire
>most had mess kits, those who didn't borrowed some cutlery from a nearby house
>It's not robbery if the guy who got them happened to be the owner
>some /k/ommandos were rigging up some flood lights to shine down the road
>/k/ultists were praying
>HMG-bro was learning some russian from the slavs
>gf was making something in a cauldron she somehow shoved into a bag (the bag was enchanted to hold a bunch of shit but the cauldron was still larger than the bag's opening)
>I was sitting next to gf, scanning the road with my Springfield
>Managed to get someone to run grab it, the road was a perfect sniping spot
>wish I had an IR scope or some enchantment to see in the dark though
>Most were chatting amongst themselves when we hear it
>Revving engine
>focus on the road
>see some headlights come around a bend in the distance
>shit
>they're driving fast
>"Is that coming towards us?"
>"Yes, they're driving 40 or 50 mph; we gotta get them to stop!"
>"Maybe a warning shot Anon?"
>"yeah, because that totally won't freak them out or kill someone and cause them to wreck"
>hear some cattering from our line
>"Hey /k/evin, try the flare"
>someone shoots a red flare
>mild swearing
>"They're not slowing down guys"
>"Well, do we have a megaphone or something?"
>Clack-ClickRATATATATATATATA
>Everyone jerks down a bit before we realize it's our Dashka going off
>Look at the emplacement to see HMG-bro with a big stupid grin on his face
>Slavs are looking on in approval
>Look back to see the car nearly swerve and rollover as the burst of tracer rounds goes over their roof, but they manage to stop
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>The /k/ommandos get the lights on
>The people in the car get out
>a couple of guys
>"WHAT THE FUCK WE'RE NOT THE FUCKING SKINWALKER"
>they start walking over
>Fire a warning shot
>"WHAT THE FUCK WE TOLD-"
>"YOU CAN'T CROSS THE LINE"
>an argument ensues about whether they should be allowed over the line and how one could be sure whether or not one of them was a skinwalker
>a squad of harpies fly in from behind them
>"They aren't the skinwalker!"
>"How do you guys know?"
>AAAAAAAAIAIIIIIIIIIIIIEIIEIEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH
>everyone jerks their heads to look down the road
>"THAT'S HOW"
>except the two guys from the other town, they take this opportunity to run past our defenses
>I bring the rifle back up to focus down the road
>see a wall of fog
>see a bunch of stumbling forms just on the fringe of it
>radios start going fucking nuts as people up and down the line report the same thing
>everyone starts rushing into firing positions
>"How many people lived in the other town?!"
>"Maybe 300 or 400!"
>"And they're attacking the whole line? At least we won't be out numbered like last time..."
>shiveroffear.fmv
>Start sighting in and getting ready to pop some heads
>won't stop the corpse puppets but at least it'll slow them down and leave them blind-deaf morons
>Hope the skinwalker is attacking another part of the line
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>I remember not everyone has dealt with the corpse puppets before, so I elucidate them with some vital info
>"AIM FOR THE LEGS AND HEADS TO SLOW THEM DOWN, THEY WON'T STOP UNTILL THEIR BODIES ARE MUSH!"
>Someone else chimes in
>"PRIORITIZE TARGETS ON THE ROAD, LET THE OTHERS HIT THE MINEFIELD! SAVE EXPLOSIVES FOR GROUPS!"
>"THE /K/UBE PROTECT US, SALUTO NEX ALEA!"
>ave nex alea /k/amarades
>also say the Lord's Prayer under my breath for good measure
>Start sending .30-06 down the road, blasting the heads off the poor bastards pressed into service by the demon
>feel bad whenever the shot doesn't take the head off cleanly
>can't waste time or rounds to fix those mistakes; they'll be put to rest soon enough
>Pull out some rounds to reload
>notice gf is still hunched over the cauldron
>Continue reloading because stopping to ask gf what she's doing at this point would waste time
>Go back to sniping
>feel something being pulled off me
>pull a knife and look to my side
>gf is emptying one of my G3 mags and some springfield ammo
>"DON'T FOCUS ON ME ANON KEEP SHOOTING MORON"
>"SHITFUCKOK"
>Don't question what gf is doing
>just keep blasting heads
>"Anon, keep an eye out for her!"
>"WHO!?!"
>"THE SKINWALKER YOU FOOL"
>Shoves some bullets underneath me
>"Use these!"
>Make a mental note of this
>still hope it isn't attacking here specifically
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>at this point the horde is within 400 yards
>the defensive line starts opening fire en masse
>the first wave of bodies fall to the ground and disintegrate in a hail of lead
>all the firing blends in a massive roar
>Shift to targets out at 500 yards along the road and work out
>gf still pulling mags/ammo off of myself and putting some back on/under my rifle while I fire
>totally not distracting
>then I see it
>at least I think I see it
>a figure standing(?) on the fog bank
>whatthefuck.webm
>that has to be the fucking skinwalker, corpse puppets can't float can they?
>Focus in
>1000 yrds out, just on the edge of my effective range; the figure is clearly a woman
>a HAG of a woman
>sunken eyes, long unkempt grey hair, wrinkled like a fucking prune, bent over
>I remember that fucking face
>she's wearing a shawl and
>wait
>tha- that's not a shawl... THAT'S SKIN
>it has a slight grin
>I see red
>cycle bolt, depress the bullet that was going to be loaded; load some of gf's bullets
>close bolt; aim for head of that bitch
>swear as I focus, she stares right in my direction
>smiles bigger
>getfuckedbitch.gotohell
>exhale
>BANG
>Held the gun perfectly still, I could see the POF through the scope
>as if in slow motion I watch the round fly and connect with her stupid head
>at impact I see a flash and a cloud of dust or something
>[TENNITOUS SCREAM x1/2]
>actually it more sounded like a normal scream
>see the fuck fall through the fog bank
>bitchfucked.senttohell
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>Turn to gf
>she's staring in the direction I was shooting
>seems to be the only other person to have noticed
>looks a bit dazed, says under her breath
>"holyshit that worked...?"
>"Uh gf?"
>snaps out of it
>"K-Keep looking Anon, it's not dead yet; just keep using those bullets!"
>"What did they do? It looks like they exploded!"
>She physically shoves my face back in the direction of the skinwalker
>"I imbued them with stuff to fuck with her magical ability; she's still too strong to be killed but a few more shots like that will fix that problem!"
>Look back into the dense fog bank
>fog bank
>fuckme.wad
>"I know that she's in the fogbank Anon, it'll thin soon; until then (grabs some more ammunition off of me) shoot her puppets, it should drop them"
>go back to 500 yards to work back out
>exhale
>BANG
>corpse puppet's head disappears, but this time it goes down for sure
>I spend the next couple minutes laying people to rest while gf keeps me stocked with anti-magic ammo
>sure enough the fog is clearing
>but this creates another problem; the fogbank, while only faintly illuminated with the floodlights, did give a light background to outline targets against
>the constant roar slows down into occaisional waves of firing as people are taking longer to line up their shots
>some crawlers set off some mines, but aside from that it seems most of the undead have been put down
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>"Anyone else heard that scream? Did we get it?"
>Gunfire in the distance has also slowed down
>other parts of the line reporting all clear
>"Was that it? Man that wasn't all that bad!"
>youjinxedit.godfuckingdamnit
>suddenly we hear a bunch of simultaneous thuds
>the remaining corpse puppets mercifully drop down dead
>some guys cheer, some /k/ultists pray to the /k/ube
>but not all
>gf sounds like she's having a minor panic attack
>"SHIT, she know we're fucking with her magic, she's trying to conserve it
>"There's still one!"
>the fog has lifted enough to expose one lone figure in the distance
>750 yrds
>It's the bitch
>it HAS to be
>same profile, as before, but where as before she was maybe 5'7", she's now probably 7'
>still looks like a hag
>still staring in my direction
>her ghastly smile has been replaced with a horrid scowl
>Eyes now glowing a dull red
>That'smorelikeit.cunt
>line up shot at the base of it's neck
>BANG
>AAAAAAAAIAIIIIIIIIIIIIEIIEIEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH
>she crouches down and starts sprinting on all fours like an animal towards the line
>the line realizes what the fuck is going on and open fire
>The constant roar of firing resumes
>personally hear HMG-bro screaming while firing the DHsK
>RPG flies from the emplacement and barely her in the leg
>she slows down for a sec but keeps running, shrugging that shit off
>It screams again, this time actually saying something
>"YOOOOOOOOUUUULLLLLLLPAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYFOOOOOOOOOORRJOOOOOOOHHHHHNN!"
>It's after gf.
>IT'S AFTER GF
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>"ANON!?"
>now firing more rapidly with the Springfield, but it's too hard to hit
>she's closed to 500 yds
>"GF,G3G3G3G3G3G3!"
>toss the Springfield over as gf shunts the G3 in my hands
>gf loads the FAL
>FeuerFrei.mp3
>Start firing at the skinwalker on semi, trying to line up shots
>the bitch dodges and weaves, somehow shrugging off dozen rounds hitting per minute
>get two lucky shots on her head and shoulder
>the skinwalker flies back a yard or two
>Now at 300 yds
>grab a mag to reload
>see gf shooting
>very quick bursts, not breathing much between them
>visibly afraid, but not uncontrolled fear
>the kind of fear a cornered beast has as it makes a last stand
>regret not taking her to train previously
>regret holding off a proper marriage
>no, no time for regret
>we're getting through this
>she's not panicking, I shouldn't start going into "I don't want to die" mode
>finish reloading, get a bit closer
>"GF, BREATHE, AIM, KILL! BREATHE, AIM, KILL! SLOWDOWN OR YOU WON'T HIT SHIT!"
>shoot in rhythum to emphasize it, gf slows down and becomes more accurate
>even makes a good shot on the skinwalker
>it stops and recoils from the hit
>250 yrds
>It's visibly bleeding
>it's blood is black, like pitch black
>we can see it on the road clearly in the dim light it's that black
>it stands up, still being impacted by over a hundred rounds per minute
>starts vibrating, then lets out the tennitous scream one last time
>worse than ever
>my vision blurs but I can see it staring at gf through this
>no bitch
>stand up
>FUCK
>YOU
>MAGDUMP.EXE
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>Tennitous scream rises to a thousand times worse
>many people are doubled over in pain
>I am too angry for pain at this point
>the ringing in my ears peaks to sort of a white noise
>drop mag
>The thing starts charging me
>mag in
>200 yrds
>pull the bolt
>150 yds
>affix bayonet
>100 yds
>raise gun
>It leaps over all the physical obstacles and barriers
>suddenly get thrown to the ground
>not before I make two good shots at center mass
>watch as the skinwalker is stopped in midair by a fuckton of arrows and crossbow bolts
>WHAT THE FUCK
>THE KEEBLERS STOLE MY KILL
>get dragged away by Fudd as everyone opens back up on the skinwalker as it's turned into a stain on the pavement
>can't hear much but I could certainly hear the sound of my voice clearly
>"FUCKING GODDAMNIT FUDD I HAD IT UNDER CONTROL I WAS GONNA KILL IT NO ONE THREATENS GF GODDAMNIT"
>get knocked out (somehow)
denouement soon
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Day 7
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Cascadia Anon with the epilogue to the skinwalker saga
>Wake up some time later in a bed
>head really muddled
>dull pain in both of my ears
>"umph"
>try to move; can't due to a weight on top of me
>vision finally adjusting to dim light
>It's gf, laying partly on top of me above the sheets
>Oh? where am I, the hospital
>small room, single bed
>Notice my guns, vest and other gear leaning up against a familiar set of drawers with a familiar clock on it
>oh
>we're at home
>clock says it's 6:40
>get up to go get coffee
>sit up
>immediately put head in hands
>vertigo's a bitch
>nearly fall forward
>I am caught by a pair of arms on my shoulders
>barely hear gf
>"lay back down Anon; it's over"
>...
>"WHAT? WHAT'S OVER?"
>get almost thrown back onto the bed
>above me I see gf with a look screaming "you moron"
>but with a smile
>give a dumb smile back
>get a hug in return
>we embrace
>I ask in a whisper this time
>"no seriously, what's over?"
>*light slap*
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>She sighs, and then talks directly into my ear
>"You're not that dumb Anon, I know you're messing with me. Instead of humoring you I going to make breakfast, then tell you what happened while you were knocked out; your ears should be fixed by then"
>she starts to walk out of the room
>"you could at least get me some water?"
>she stops and grabs a canteen off my vest and throws it at me
>"HOW VERY NICE OF YOU!"
>couldn't hear her response
>I think it was "fuck you", would've responded "know you want to" but I wasn't sure
>wouldn't be much of an insult anyways
>tried to go to sleep
>can't do this because I've already been knocked out for 8 hours
>suffer from boredom and a dull ache in my ears for a couple hours
>Compunded from not hearing very much at the beginning
>only interesting thing is noticing when I can pick up a new noise
>eventually gf comes back upstairs
>"ok, breakfast is ready Anon, and your ears should be good enough to walk with balance again"
>why does it affect balance
>"I'll be down in a bit, I gotta get into some day clothes"
>"Anon you don't have to go into work today, the skinwalker is dead"
>"But then I have the road patrol?"
>"Anon, EVERYTHING that wasn't in town in the valley is dead; what's there to patrol for?"
>"ahh..."
>get dragged by gf downstairs
>big spanish omelet with some biscuits for breakfast
>fuck I'm hungry
>fight to keep myself from straight up inhaling the food
>do so anyways
>notice gf is doing the same
>"didn't you eat?"
>"No. Too tired after getting you changed for bed and working on your ears"
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>quiet for a bit while we finish eating
>"so you were going to explain what happened?"
>"yeah, after you explain what you thought you were going to do by just standing there waiting for it to maul you?!"
>"KILL IT, of course! It was going for you, I'm not going to let it just go after you without fighting it!"
>"AND YOU WERE GOING TO LAST SO LONG JUST STANDING THERE!"
>"I WASN'T JUST STANDING THERE I WAS MAG-DUMPING LEAD INTO IT. I KILLED IT DIDN'T I?!"
>both of us sigh
>she walks over and hugs me
>"I guess you did, but I can't help but be angry; I wasn't shooting it with you"
>hug it out
>"well I was rendered deaf for my troubles..."
>remember something
>"where did the elves come from?"
>"Right, I'll explain all that"
>I mentioned gf had a bad feeling about the previous day also
>in her paranoia, she packed everything with anti-magical and anti-skinwalker properties she could think of from the "pantry"
>along with stuff to brew/make/enchant
>at the town meeting some of the Fudds pulled her aside
>that particular elf being Grandma Fudd and Grandma Ranger respectively
>both practiced magic and apparently formulated some recipe to enchant things to suppress magic when struck with a great force
>they had already told the dwarves (reluctantly, they are still elves) about this recipe to make some anti-magic bullets to distribute, and had already enchanted a fuckton of arrows and crossbow bolts
>they knew gf was a witch who did some enchanting, so they wanted her to work on some bullets also
>They didn't think she would actually be able to follow their recipe (not for thinking she had a lack of ingredients or some practical limitation; our elves are still semi-racist dicks and gf is human)
>but they wanted her to try anyways
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>so gf worked at it through the day
>making whatever it is you enchant with
>had managed to have a fuckton of it by the time the skinwalker arrived
>so she enchanted ammunition off of me
>unsure of whether or not it would work, either due to her fucking up somehow or the recipe just flat out not working
>which is why she was shocked when it did work
>She started enchanting the .30-06 and NATO ammo like mad after that
>allowing both of us to fire alot of the stuff at it
>by the time the elves showed up the skinwalker was basically DOA, the anti-magic bullets were functioning as regular bullets at that point
>They didn't know this though, so I was tackled by an elf (not Fudd, but one of his 14 brothers), tranq'ed by gf, and dragged away
>and the rest of the forest brigade overkilled the skinwalker with a fuckton of arrows/bolts
>the sheer force of the projectiles hitting it stopped it dead in mid-air
>Everyone then proceeded to shoot the shit out of it (this included gf)
>When people realized the beast was dead a few minutes later, the remains were burnt with gasoline from the nearby gas station
>and that was that
>the harpies, slavs, some guardsmen and others showed up just in time for the bonfire
>when the living dead became regular dead again, and the skinwalker started screaming, a fuckton of people made their way over thinking they'd find a scene similar to the skinwalker hunt
>the Guardsmen mobilized every armoured asset they had, and the slavs had their ancient Soviet gunship overhead for support
>at least they could piss on that thing's ashes
>the sergeant used the opportunity for an evening briefing
>no injuries
>no dead
>Huzzah.avi
>"Now for the cleanup"
>Boo.mp3
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>the Guardsmen were sent on a patrol up the road to the other town to see if anyone survived
>Nugget security was tasked with cleaning up the landmines
>Pretty much everyone else not on the defensive line were tasked with the gruesome task of collecting remains and burning them
>everyone who actively defended were dismissed for the night
>no morning meeting, instead there will be noon meeting
>gf got a ride home from the elves
>had to deal with the elves' casual racism
>"Didn't think a human could pull that enchantment off; and with bullets as well!"
>Cleaned and changed both herself and myself into night clothes
>then worked on my ears and went to sleep
>"which brings us to now"
>Look at clock
>"We should put all our stuff away and get ready to go"
>We do that, amoungst other stuff
>go to the meeting hall
>Get the next couple days off while the clean up happens
>Some guys get sent off to tell our townsfolk it's safe to come back
>now other people ask for pay and leave
>Nugget Security was already paid by the dwarves, they resolve to leave as soon as they clear the rest of the mines
>still leave word to stay out of no go areas
>Wehraboos take their money and leave
>Say something about needing to be paid extra for working with subhumans
>Some of the ivdividual people leave, others stay to help more
>The Guardsmen don't demand payment but say that they're going to go up the road to demolish the ghost town
>A harpie later said they were turning a part of it into a military base
>Speaking of, the Harpies decide not to ask for money in exchange for being allowed to stay in town
>don't know what they're going to do for a living since they won't be able to raid
>other than join the militia
>Slavs sticking around for a few days
>doing slav things
>Pretty much all the townfolk came back except the mayor
>no one knows where he is, but I don't think anyone particularly cares
That's pretty much it for the skinwalker saga; I'm going to keep working on stories though.
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