LOCATION: Fred's cabin MUSE: Fred Falkner STATUS: Open | @unveilstarters
Fred sits by a fire and roasts a thick cut of tomahawk steak. His cabin sits on the edge of the forest, an abandoned hut he bought and fixed up over the last few months. He likes to be near the trees and, well, he needs the space to house his arsenal. Fred didn't come to Alexandria to hunt but one can't be too careful. What if there is an actual monster here that deserves to be put down? But last 6 months have been quiet, and while a part of him is antsy and itching for some action. Fred has grown to appreciate the peace and quiet.
Of course, the quiet Sunday night is disturbed when a bell rings, the alarm system he set up to keep out the intruders. Grabbing an axe in one hand and his steak in the other, Fred strides over to the front of the cabin and sees someone. "You lost? This is a private property." He calls out flatly, not hostile but not friendly either. Taking a bite out of his steak, he adds, "you probably don't wanna move. Unless you wanna get blown up to pieces or get shot at. Or get skewered." His property is trapped and fortified to a disturbing degree, or more simply put, like borderline crazy. Some of them are specifically designed to kill, seriously hurt or banish supernatural creatures.