enigma
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Post by enigma on Jun 15, 2010 20:11:09 GMT
I'm not going to try for leader, instead I back Fire Bear's claim to leaderness, and her plan.
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Starlong
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Post by Starlong on Jun 15, 2010 22:25:19 GMT
We haven't left the Inn yet, it's not too late for any number of dramatic entrances by anyone and everyone.
I ask Zev what he thinks of the plan/leader thing?
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Post by Someguy on Jun 15, 2010 22:55:17 GMT
Despite Fire Bear's insistence that you should all take horses from a building that has been rubble for many, many years her plan to try and acquire horses is, nonetheless, a valid suggestion and well worth considering, provided you can find decent ones.
Fire Bear makes her own case for leadership. Though this case is weak, Enigma's support (Politician) boosts her claim tremendously (+5 for support, +5 for Politician modifier = roll of 15. That's a SUCCESS).
Starlong asks Old Man Zev for his opinion on the leadership. The old man mumbles something about women and elves before hunching over his fresh drink. You're all on your third round, incidentally. When pressed about the plan, Zev clears his throat:
'You ain't got enough cash for that airship," he croaks. "And you ain't skippin' outta here without payin' yer dues to the working man who owns this bar, I'll tell ya that right now. Personally, I think you should all give it up and go home; get REAL jobs doin REAL work instead of chasing fairytales."
The three of you regard Old Man Zev, and the rising bitterness in his old, old voice. He's given his opinion.
If there are no objections to Fire Bear being the leader of the group then the call is hers. Do you:
-) Go by foot? -) Find a truck? -) Go by airship? -) Find horses?
And you also have the small matter of a hefty bar-tab to consider. Currently your funds stand at 1600g. The bar-tab will cost 250g. You COULD try and sneak out without paying if you wanted to; but there would an element of risk to this.
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Starlong
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Post by Starlong on Jun 16, 2010 12:16:10 GMT
I suggest we pay the tab and go searching for a truck or horses, picking up whichever we happen across first. Though I further suggest we look in the direction we would be walking anyway, so as not to waste time if we fail to find anything
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Post by Fire Bear on Jun 16, 2010 13:43:53 GMT
Shoot!
Er, I mean... OK, let's pay for our drinks and leave. I know where we can get horses and it's in the direction we're going. My... friend... will be happy to give us the horses for free, so I suggest we go there.
However, if we find some other mode of transport on the way, I suppose we could take - I mean, borrow - that. Although, I would prefer horses...
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enigma
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Post by enigma on Jun 16, 2010 14:48:30 GMT
I will back Fire Bear's search plan
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Post by Someguy on Jun 16, 2010 15:44:24 GMT
Then it is decided. You'll pay the tab and leave the tavern in search of horses or a truck with which to head south toward the coast. Fire Bear has a 'friend' who will be 'willing' to 'lend' you the horses for 'free'. She seems slightly shifty about the whole thing and clears her throat repeatedly.
You all rise to leave. Enigma quizzes Fire Bear about this 'contact' of hers while Zev staggers to the door, hiccuping. Starlong is given the money to pay the barman with and he approaches the bar. He hands over what is owed, thanking the barman for the information, who just snorts. (Lose 250g. Current: 1450g)
As Starlong turns to join you all, however, one of the barflies suddenly reaches out and grabs him by the arm, keeping him at the bar. The drunk’s face is hairy and warty; stale beer clings to this man’s breath like cloyed poison. As he snarls at Starlong, the barman leans in.
“He doesn’t like you,” explains the barman, leering from behind the bar and grinning evilly.
“Sorry,” replies Starlong, who has a very bad feeling about this-
“AND I DON’T LIKE YOU EITHER!” the barman roars, suddenly psychotic. A sledgehammer he has been busy wrapping in an alcohol-soaked rag is now revealed, set alight, and brought hurtling down towards Starlong’s skull! [Starlong: Roll 20-Die.]
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enigma
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Post by enigma on Jun 16, 2010 16:22:32 GMT
In a copyright avoiding manouever, i grab my gun and yell and them to stop.
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Post by Someguy on Jun 16, 2010 20:24:11 GMT
No chance. This's Tom's event and he has to roll for it.
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Starlong
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Post by Starlong on Jun 17, 2010 1:16:28 GMT
Hrrrmmm... Do I block, dodge, attack? I wonder if my charactor can do barrel rolls...
Failing the barrel roll option, I dodge: I roll a 5 :/
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Post by Someguy on Jun 17, 2010 10:32:46 GMT
FAIL: It is ironic that, despite seeing the film so many times, Starlong is taken unawares by this scene. He dodges but the sledge manages to crack him a massive blow to the side of the head that concusses him instantly. He collapses to the floor as the barman marches from around the bar to finish the job!
BUT!
SUCCESS: Old Man Zev had sensed the trouble brewing at the bar, being an old survivior of many a bar-brawl. His hand had been resting on the butter-knife in his pocket since you'd all gotten up to leave and to pay the tab. He see's the barfly grab Starlong's arm, knows that the barman means him harm, and produces the butter-knife in a fluid motion, hurling it straight at the barman's face! Though it doesn't stick in him, the hilt bounces painfully against his nose, stunning him and giving you a chance to drag Starlong to safety. Enigma covers your exit. [Zev loses butter-knife]
You all carry Starlong along the pier on which the tavern faces out over Lake Thames, quiet in the moonlit night. Starlong is unconscious. You will have to make do until he comes round. What a bad start! [Tom loses 10 HP and his eyebrows. Must roll 15-20 to wake up again. Fire Bear can roll 10-20 to assist in this. Must roll for Hat check.]
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Post by McBain on Jun 17, 2010 10:57:42 GMT
What happened to Tom's Survivalist trait?
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Starlong
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Post by Starlong on Jun 17, 2010 11:44:39 GMT
Yeah, what DID happen to my survivalist trait? Ok, I roll a 14 for waking up and a 4 for hat keepage. That hat, is, like FUSED to my head, Oh YeaH!
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Post by Fire Bear on Jun 17, 2010 15:14:47 GMT
Wait, so I still need to roll, right?
If so: 4
Why does that dice not like me?
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Post by Someguy on Jun 17, 2010 19:43:48 GMT
Tom & Pete: Yes. You are correct. Damn you both. No HP loss for Starlong. But you've still lost your goddamn eyebrows.
Becks: Congratulations. You are the best Doctor ever. Starlong remains unconscious. Though his hat remains mysteriously on his head as i fused there by higher powers (or just really good hat positioning and super-glue). ***
Unable to wake him up at this point in time, and slightly worried by the lack of blood and/or skull fracture that Starlong should have incurred from a direct hit by a flaming sledghammer, you drag him along the pier and rise up the steps leading back into the city proper.
Fire Bear leads the way as the new leader of the group while Enigma and Zev carry Starlong along, his boots scraping against the weathered cobbles. It's gotten dark but the night is still alive and you can hear distant shouting, singing, the occasional smash of a bottle. There're voices and music coming from some of the buildings you pass, their windows bright.
The contact you are going to meet, Enigma has gathered, is probably to be found in the seedier side of the city, in the red-light districts in fact. As you approach the building in which this contact supposedly resides, Madame Fairfax is her name, Fire Bear grows noticeably more and more embrassed and agitated. When you finally reach the building you understand why; it is a well-known brothel.
"A brothel?" says Enigma, raising an unseen eyebrow from the recesses of his deep hood. Fire Bear shrugs, but goes slightly red. Zev, on the other hand, is grinning from wax-filled ear to bite-mark studded ear.
But before you go in, you'd better have another go at waking Starlong from his concussion. I'm sure he would not appreciate missing all the fun that is bound to be had inside! [Starlong: roll. Fire Bear: roll]
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