Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32632608-20170819045822/@comment-32632608-20170820065052

Marlee nears the safe zone of sorts, and sees a turret. It was aiming at her?

There was a human wearing a poncho that covered up their entire body. A skeleton mask that lost it's color, faded away into a dune tone, was strapped tight to their face. He was just behind the turret, and pulled a plug. The turret lowers, deacticated.

Desert Walker (Engineer): The turrets I placed around target anything in range apart from the builder, bàoqiàn (sorry). Please, stay awhile if you have something to bargain. There is a decline on water, many would pay a lot for that. You won't get much from food and weapons, however. I hope you can find what you are looking for... *Opens up the turret, and tinkers with it*

At least they thought of defending the place. Well, time for a shopping session! It's comforting that you can still do some things that the dead did before the desertification. Granted, it's a bit different, but it's quite a refreshing feeling; like drinking water after running a lap or so.

The marauder's body collapses, but still conscious. The sword flew out of their hand and was carried away by the waves of sand.

Marauder: *Mask cracked* ... Fine, take it all. Might as well kill me while you're at it. *Gets up, with his right arm a bit red after being submerged into the sand*

He can't really do anything to harm, but maybe the guy has these rare creatures called "friends". What's your call, Anabel?