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Savage Worlds Ruleset for Fantasy Grounds II
(c) 2009 Pinnacle Entertainment Group.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Wheeee
Uriel Iscariot: I'm in the market for some early morning sneakery
The morning out of Salina is pretty uneventful.
Whiskey can be found in the lounge car. H.K. Dial and his automaton servant is there. The inventor is eating a nice breakfast of steak and eggs.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): steak for breakfast
The Hovey family is there also, there are six or seven children running around, creating quite the havoc with everyone else.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): wow
The automaton with H.K. Dial is fending off the children, who are fascinated by it.
Max the Manservant: ...click...click...whirrr...Get down, I am not ... a toy....
Abe Hovey: Kids, get away from the little mechanical person.
The waiter asks you what you'd like for breakfast.
GM: Of anyone who enters the lounge car looking for food.
Zach Dallas: Surprise me
Uriel Iscariot: Blessed Day to you! Could I get a nice plate of toast and some bacon?
Dr. MacVellian: walks up to Dial
H.K. Dial: Yes miss?
Dr. MacVellian: May I join you for breakfast, Doctor?
The waiter brings Zach and Uriel each a plate of bacon and toast.
H.K. Dial: Certainly miss.....
Dr. MacVellian: Thank you.
[w] Zach Dallas: uh, just to make sure, dynamite won't malfunction from a 1 due to All Thumbs, right?
Uriel Iscariot: Why Thank You!
Dr. MacVellian: sits, and ask the waiter for some sausage and eggs. and some coffee, if the have it
Zach Dallas: Thanks
[w] -> Zach Dallas: Dallas Hmm....maybe... Actually no. They do not count as mechanical or electrical in nature.
Dr. MacVellian: Of all the inventions I've ever seen, your companion and the ants from the other day are most certainly the most impressive
The waiter brings MacVellian some sausage, eggs, and coffee.
Zach Dallas: I'm impressed
Zach Dallas: You actually FIXED the train
H.K. Dial: Thank you, I pride myself on my craftsmanship.
Zach Dallas: wasn't expecting that
Dr. MacVellian: tips the waiter a dollar
H.K. Dial: They are quite the impressive gadgets, I hope to win the Symposium this year.
Uriel Iscariot: Seems unimpressed
Uriel Iscariot: Asks for some coffee.
Uriel gets coffee.
Dr. MacVellian: As you should. How did you get the mechanisms to react so precisely? And understand English?
H.K. Dial: (smiles) Trade secret.
Zach Dallas: What do they run off?
Lottie Galloway: Good morning all, I hope you all had a pleasant evening.
Lottie Galloway: Waiter, I'd like some tea and biscuits please.
Zach Dallas: Oh, you have no idea
Dr. MacVellian: I would never want to steal your secrets, of course. But I would love to get a few pointers.
Zach Dallas: *quite literally, I might add*
H.K. Dial: They are clockwork, they run from a central spring. It is, of course, well protected.
Zach Dallas: Indeed
Lottie Galloway: I did hear one of the Chinamen say something about a disappearing woman. Of course, he could just be having trouble speaking English.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): hm
Uriel Iscariot: Grins a bit as the vanishing woman is mentioned
Dr. MacVellian: Naturally. I've been toying with the idea of making machines to help man dig and collect valuable minerals
H.K. Dial: Really, fascinating concept miss.....
[w] Zach Dallas: I want to try Hunch on Max, under the guise of teaching him solitaire; let me initiate
H.K. Dial: Well, if it turns out that I win the symposium, I shall be happy to give you some pointers that might help you in next year's competition.
Dr. MacVellian: That would be great! Thank you, sir!!
Zach Dallas: Do you think I could teach Max solitaire?
H.K. Dial: Oh, I doubt it. Solitaire would be a bit beyond his programming. He is more of a butler and bodyguard.
Zach Dallas: Ah
Zach Dallas: looks dejected
Uriel Iscariot: Too much talk of these damn machines here. I catch up with you cats later...(tips the waitress, heads to other back carts)
Dr. MacVellian: A bodyguard? No offense, but he doesn't look that imposing.
[w] -> Zach Dallas: You get nothing from Max. Almost like you are being blocked.
[w] Zach Dallas: grrrr
[w] Zach Dallas: am I at 4 points for a reason?
[w] -> Zach Dallas: You didn't reset after sleeping?
[w] Zach Dallas: That would explain it
H.K. Dial: Oh, I am pretty sure that Max would be able to protect me very well. Perhaps a demonstration might be in order later, just to satisfy your curiosity.
[w] Zach Dallas: do I lose the points for Hunching on him or does it not even go off?
[w] -> Zach Dallas: You use the points. It did go off. You were blocked.
[w] Zach Dallas: grrr
Dr. MacVellian: That should probably wait til the Symposium, so that all the judges can see. Wouldn't want to ruin your chances
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): Or roll a new character so early, in case it goes haywire and kills us all
Zach Dallas: Or when we inevitably get ambushed
Lottie Galloway: I found something rather interesting when I checked my gear this morning, it looks like something had tampered with my biovibration helmet. Mister Dial, you might want to make sure nothing has played with your marvelous clockwork ants.
H.K. Dial: Really? I shall check that in a bit, thank you for telling me Miss Galloway.
Sir Clyde Reed Cannon: Irish twat, I saw you talking with one of my bodyguards, don't think you can bribe them to sabotage my stuff. Damnable woman.
Lottie Galloway: Well, good morning to you, irritable English asshole.
Sir Clyde Reed Cannon: Waiter, I'll have some steak, coffee, and potatoes.
Uriel Iscariot: Like sparks to dry leaves, the sound of conflict stirs Uriel to remain in the room
Uriel Iscariot: YOU TWO!
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): lol dat simile
Uriel Iscariot: Settle down. Only children get all antsy over toys
Uriel Iscariot: Now sit down, eat, and get along.
Sir Clyde Reed Cannon: Preacher, is that whisky I smell on your breath? Because that tells me you are catering to her Irish drunkenness, and I'll have no business with you.
Sir Clyde Reed Cannon: Notice that I'm so offended, I cannot even spell Whiskey right....
Uriel Iscariot: Miracle, Elemental Manipulation, Attempt to purify to eliminate whiskey scent
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {--2 Power Level (each)} [1d6-2 = 2]
Lottie Galloway: Tell me, do you just like the sound of your own voice Englishman? Because none of the rest of us do.
Sir Clyde Reed Cannon: Hmph, I do not see a need to bandy words with you. I'll take my order back to my cabin.
The waiter delivers food to Sir Cannon. He takes it and leaves.
Uriel Iscariot: Son, You may smell a little whiskey yes, but I smell some anger and hate commin from you. What's worse? (follow Sir Cannon)
Lottie Galloway: I do believe the air in this car is cleaner already.
Sir Cannon enters his cabin. His three martial artist guards stand outside and look suspiciously at Uriel.
TADM: Be careful...they might be NINJA!
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 19]
Uriel Iscariot: On the guards, check for arms...lol
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): they roll opposed stealth and fade from view
The three martial artists are carrying an assortment of melee weapons, all of an Asian nature. All of them are right handed. Two of them are practioners of Flying Crane, one uses Tai Chi. All of them have soft silk shoes and pants on.
Zach Dallas: tries out card tricks
Zach Dallas: Agility [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 3]
Zach Dallas: Whoops
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): TEAM BIMODAL DISTRIBUTION
Abe Hovey: Normally you do better than that Mr. Dallas.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Take that bell curve!
The kids ignore Zach Dallas and continue to pester Max the Manservant.
Max the Manservant: Please...click click....whirrr...get down and do not tug....on my...shirt.
Uriel Iscariot: Level a discerning look at the guards
Zach Dallas: Hm. Must be the sleep deprevation setting in....
Abe Hovey: Kids, leave the nice mechanical man alone.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Lets hope for a miracle......
Uriel Iscariot: Speak Language
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {--2 Power Level (each)} [1d6-2 = 3]
Bodyguard: Yody vody uga booga?
Uriel Iscariot: In English: Good Day Sirs.
Bodyguard: What you want?
Uriel Iscariot: Oh nothing, Just making sure your employer was suitably calm. He was in a verbal spat a few cars up ahead and I just followed in the name of peace. Wouldn't want anything to happen.
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): brb need food
Uriel Iscariot: =)
Bodyguard: Well then, you move along.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): weak
Uriel Iscariot: Yes. Peace of the Lord be with you. =)
Uriel Iscariot: (head down to another part of the train)
As Uriel is heading back to the front, a commotion is heard from the front most passenger cabin.
GM: Who would like to investigate?
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): In the name of peace! I must go!
Zach Dallas: Heads off to take a look
The forward passenger car is in an uproar by the time you get there. Scientists hurry every which way with big grins on their faces. Overheard bits of conversation revolve around “accuracy” and “killing power.” With various weapons mundane and weird clutched in eager hands, the inventors exit at the end of the car and climb onto the roof.
Zach Dallas: oh, goodie
Lottie Galloway and H.K. Dial are absent, both still eating back in the lounge car.
Zach Dallas: Notice [1d6 = 5]
Dr. MacVellian: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 7]
The train is moving along at a good clip, a quick glance outside reveals a large herd of buffalo near the tracks.
Uriel Iscariot: On the conversations, is this to be a duel of inventors, or is another threat present
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 15]
Based on Uriel's glance, it looks like the buffalo herd is about 40% male, 60% female. Also, there is a decent percentage of yearlings and calves in the mix.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Are they charging the train?
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): AHAHAHAHAHAH
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): Reason 1 to hop Tack rolls low on Notice checks: it forces the GM to count buffalo genitals
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): if he doesn't
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): What? if i was a native, id drive the herd into a train. 2 problems solved.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU
GM: You quickly get the idea that this is one of the events on the train. Evidently most of the inventors showcase some weapon to the Hellstromme Rep, who is waiting on the roof at the front of the car.
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): Reason 2: Eventually, he'll roll it just to get a exact count of the buffalo chips
Uriel Iscariot: To the roof! =)
Zach Dallas: Meh, I'll go back to the food place
Zach Dallas: Catch some z's
Mr. Bogan is standing next to the Hellstromme Rep, he is taking bets on the outcome of various weapons.
Zach Dallas: heads to the lounge
The Southerner, Conrad Judson steps forward first.
Uriel Iscariot: I am on the roof.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): I'm pretty sure I'm in the safest place right now
Conrad Judson: You don’t need to fret about accuracy when the Conrad Meatgrinder is at your side.
[w] Dr. MacVellian: What's he taking for one of them to go horribly wrong and kill either the user or someone else on the roof?
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): I don't think they'll misfire this far off
[w] -> Dr. MacVellian: MacVellian 1:1 Odds.
[w] Dr. MacVellian: Bets $5
He raises a barrel shaped weapon and flicks on a switch. The weapon belches Ghost Rock exhaust.
Conrad Judson: Stand back ya'all!
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): How far are the buffalo from the cars?
GM: Some are no more than a few feet.
Uriel Iscariot: Beast Friend to warn the poor buffalo. This is pointless slaughter!
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {--2 Power Level (each)} [1d6-2 = 1]
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): Famous last words: Hey, watch this!!
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): On another note, for once, NOT magically manipulating the animal resulted in it's demise this time
The gun cracks and belches smoke. Then a dozen buffalo within 20 yards topple over dead, pierced by hundreds of bits of shrapnel. The other inventors nod to each other as the Hellstromme Rep jots in his notebook.
Sylvester Tate: Nice one tubby Southerner, now how do you propose they take all those Ghost Rock flechettes out of the hides to the meat is edible?
Conrad Judson: It's called seasoning, something you Northern types don't know anything about.
Sylvester Tate: Right....
Dr. MacVellian: Seems kinda sad that all of man's ingenuity and intelligence that the Symposium brings still forces them to make machines designed for killing
Sylvester Tate and Sir Cannon both demonstrate their weapons, although they are not as spectacular as Conrad Judson's shot.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): (well, theres no witty comment....I mean....Man > Beast. :shrug:
Dr. Bailey shrugs.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: I believe the purpose of science is to help people, not slaughter animals more effectively.
Uriel Iscariot: That's a damn reasonable thing to say.
This leaves just Patton Riddle up on top of the car. He is grinning widely.
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 5]
Uriel Iscariot: His gun
Patton Riddle: It’s not a gun, not in any conventional sense. Air-delivered munitions are a different sort of animal.
Dr. MacVellian: I don't think they plan on using these on just animals, Dr. Bailey. While doing research, I've found a lot of studies involving monkeys
He lifts the bulky, tube-shaped device onto one shoulder and peers through a targeting reticule.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Sad but true Doctor MacVellian.
For ease of explanation, Patton Riddle's "gun" looks like a LAW rocket.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Ok. I want some humility here Patton
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {--2 Power Level (each)} [1d6-2 = 0]
Patton Riddle: That’s right folks. Someday you’ll be able to shoot your meat and cook it...at the same time!
Uriel Iscariot: There will be no sabotage of his weapon. This is a sign from the lord
With those fateful words, Patton Riddle is engulfed in a sudden explosion of flame and debris.
Patton Riddle: [4d6 = 14]
[w] Dr. MacVellian: Pay up, Mr. Bogan
The explosion tears through the top of the passenger car and sends a shockwave that covers half the car, throwing people indiscriminately through the air.
Uriel Iscariot: GOD SAVE THE CHILDREN!
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 3]
GM: Agility rolls for MacVellian and Uriel.
Uriel Iscariot: Agility [1d4 = 3]
Dr. MacVellian: Agility [1d6 = 8]
Uriel Iscariot is using a benny
Uriel Iscariot: Agility [1d4 = 3]
GM: [4d6 = 14]
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Not playing the benny game
GM: [1d6 = 2]
The explosion leaves almost everyone on the roof stunned and dazed. Conrad Judson, two of Sir Cannon's martial artists, and Uriel are thrown through the air. They hit the ground near the train as it continues to speed on.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): (that hurt!)
The emergency brake squeals as the train comes to a halt, throwing people on top of the train and in the train around like rag dolls.
GM: Another Agility check for MacVellian.
Dr. MacVellian: Agility [Critical failure!] [1d6 = 1]
Dr. MacVellian is using a benny
Dr. MacVellian: Agility [1d6 = 2]
Dr. MacVellian is using a benny
Dr. MacVellian: Agility [1d6 = 5]
Zach Dallas: ARGH
Doctor Bailey pitches forward, falling into the hole that has been blown in the roof of the car.
Doctor MacVellian manages to stay upright, her and the Hellstromme Rep are the only two that can say that.
The Rep gives her a cryptic smile as he shuffles forward, his magnetic boots keeping him very securely on the surface.
Bogan: Ouch, well that hurt. Who'd we lose?
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): I don't think man's ingenuity should be used for cheating, either
Sylvester Tate: The pudgy Southerner bounced a few times back there. So did the preacherman and a couple Chinamen.
Dr. MacVellian: shakes head in dismay, imagining poor Aristotle running around like a chicken with his head cut off
Sir Clyde Reed Cannon: I have a splitting headache.
Aristotle Lewis and Preston Mack scurry around the train, trying to assess the damage.
Lottie Galloway: Oh dear! Was anyone hurt?
Zach Dallas: heads up after Lottie
Sylvester Tate: Do we count the Patton Riddle bits individually to answer that question?
Zach Dallas: Oi, Doc, where's the preacher?
Abe Hovey: OH MY GOD! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!
The Hovey family grabs their stuff and gets off the train while it is stopped.
Abe Hovey: Run kids! Before the inventors kill us all!
Zach Dallas: Mr. Hovey! Wait up!
They head off into the buffalo herd.
Zach Dallas: You're in the middle of the desert!
Zach Dallas: and the Inventors have stopped!
Zach Dallas: for now
GM: Technically the middle of Kansas, but that could be desert....
A buffalo licks Uriel into consciousness.
Uriel Iscariot: Urrrrrgh....
Uriel Iscariot: Kn Bible [1d6 = 7]
Uriel Iscariot: ...he dragged me from the path and mangled me and left me without help.....
GM: Is Zach Dallas heading after the Hovey family?
Zach Dallas: yup
Abe Hovey: Run kids! Run for your life!
Bogan: Well Dr. MacVellian, here's your five dollars.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Attend to yourself before assiting others. IF the mask does not inflate, it is still providing oxygen....
Zach Dallas: Mr. Hovey, come back!
Zach Dallas: Persuasion [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 3]
Zach Dallas is using a benny
Zach Dallas: Persuasion [1d6 = 7]
Zach Dallas: explains the situatoin
The Hovey family stops and listens to Zach Dallas.
Zach Dallas: focuses on the "It's over" and "they have this perfectly under control"
Zach Dallas: so long as they keep their distance from the herd of inventors when they get riled up, they'll be fine
The Hovey family warily agrees to get back on the train.
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {--2 Power Level (each)} [1d6-2 = 9]
Uriel Iscariot: Heal myself a bit
Lottie Galloway: Here preacher, let me help you out.
Dr. MacVellian: Thank you Mr Bogan. Glad to help.
Lottie puts a strange looking hat on Uriel and flicks it on. In about twenty minutes he is completely healed of his bumps, bruises, and sprains.
Uriel Iscariot: What...Whoooooo...Aaaaaah
Lottie Galloway: This is my biovibration helmet, it is my entry into this year's symposium.
Uriel Iscariot: Kn Bible [1d6 = 5]
Dr. Bailey gives out a couple healing tonics, and pretty soon everyone is back to a relatively healthy form.
Uriel Iscariot: "Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones."
Uriel Iscariot: Thank you Lottie. Truly you value your common person.
Lottie Galloway: Indeed preacherman...and now...EEEKK!
Lottie Galloway: GIANT KILLER ROCKS!
She runs back inside the train, carrying her helmet with her.
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 4]
Dr. MacVellian: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 4]
There are indeed, several stationary, motionless rocks about the size of your fist near Uriel. They seem completely non-menacing.
Uriel Iscariot: :blinks:
Bogan: Poor woman seems to have a delusional fear of rocks. Kind of funny...
Uriel Iscariot: That woman can cure wounds that would kill a horse....and she ran from..
Dr. MacVellian: She must have delved into the Tomb of Horrors one too many times
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 5]
Uriel Iscariot: Rock
GM: Indeed, it is a normal looking rock, completely harmless.
Uriel Iscariot: :blinks:
Uriel Iscariot: Taps it two times and waits 30 seconds
GM: The rock does nothing.
Uriel Iscariot: Aw shucks, I swear that worked for someone once....
Uriel Iscariot: Ah well, Best get this show going again. I own that Lottie one.... (heads back to train)
Dr. MacVellian: tries to help fix the train car as best I can
Dr. MacVellian: Repair [1d8 = 4]
Unfortunately there is not much that can be done with the train car. They do not have enough extra sheet metal on hand to fix the hole in the roof. Although with Doctor MacVellian's help they do manage to make it safer and trim away the parts that look extremely dangerous.
Aristotle Lewis: Going to have to quarantine off this car and not let anyone in here.
About thirty minutes after the explosion, the train is again under speed, heading across the Kansas plains.
Dr. MacVellian: Are you going to be resigning after this trip, sir? It must drive you insane
Uriel Iscariot: Goes to thank Lottie, and also to ask WTF, rocks?
Aristotle Lewis: Well, honestly, if nothing else happens this trip will have been much quieter and better than last year.
Lottie Galloway: ROCKS! Giant killer rocks!
Dr. MacVellian: That's good to hear.
Zach Dallas: what happened last year?
She is hiding under her bed, having made a "fort" out of mattresses and blankets.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Cute!
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): PSST
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): we should toss a rock in there
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): That's just evil, son.
Aristotle Lewis: Oh, the last four cars all exploded while we were doing about 65 miles per hour, killed two thirds of the people on board.
Zach Dallas: hot damn, I hope we stop that one from happening
Dr. MacVellian: By the way, who won last year?
Aristotle Lewis: Can't rightly remember, he was a nice chap, pretty quiet. Don't remember his name, but he had a flying machine that was really cool.
Uriel Iscariot: Is puzzled. How do you talk to a Mad Scientist hiding in a blankey Fort(TM)
Uriel Iscariot: Kn Occult [1d4 = 2]
Uriel Iscariot: GIANT ROCKS. Yep, not going anywhere
Things settle down after a while. The afternoon passes uneventfully.
GM: Unless someone wants to do something to change that....
Uriel Iscariot: I'mma try the same old trick. Try to speak to Lottie in Irish
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): nope, but I will sleep
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {--2 Power Level (each)} [1d6-2 = 8]
[w] Zach Dallas: refreshing Power Points
Uriel Iscariot: "Its Ok, No harm will come to you"
[w] Zach Dallas: hm also, I realized that I never rolled for Hunch. Would that have made a difference?
[w] -> Zach Dallas: Nah, I'll let you have it.
Lottie Galloway: But the ROCKS! They will kill us all!
[w] -> Zach Dallas: Especially since it was blocked anyway....
Uriel Iscariot: Feels compasion for the lass. Poor thing.
[w] Zach Dallas: that was what I was wondering, whether a high roll could've overcome the block
[w] -> Zach Dallas: Sure, if you get above a 16.
Zach Dallas: Spellcasting [1d8 = 4]
Lottie Galloway: They sneak up on you at night and slaughter your family. They can't be trsuted!
[w] Zach Dallas: nope. But I bet the others are going to be a bit suspcious now :D
Uriel Iscariot: Poor gibbering wreck...tsk tsk....these inventors.
Uriel Iscariot: Roll a cigar into the Blankey Fort, and then leave and look for Aristotle
Aristotle Lewis: Hello preacherman.
Uriel Iscariot: Um...Sir? How can I say this. It seems a little fickle how these Inventor types deal with their lives....
Aristotle Lewis: Indeed.
Uriel Iscariot: 0.0
Aristotle Lewis: Or just plain loco is another great way to describe it.
Uriel Iscariot: I see. What in creation drives them?
Aristotle Lewis: I doubt it was anything created by God, but that's just 'tween you and me preacherman.
Uriel Iscariot: Ah....well have a better night. =)
Aristotle Lewis: You too preacherman
Dr. MacVellian: makes small talk with Dr. Bailey
The night passes uneventfully. So does the next morning and the following afternoon.
[w] Zach Dallas: I want to get a hunch off on Lottie, if I can
Zach Dallas: Spellcasting [1d6 = 9]
[w] -> Zach Dallas: You see a young girl out with a family having a picnic. They are in a nice pristine river valley. Suddenly there is a rumble overhead and a great avalanche of rocks rolls down the side of the valley onto them. They are all crushed except for the little girl, who tugs desperately at her mother's hand for hours while crying.
[w] Zach Dallas: natural seeming rumble or something suspicious?
[w] -> Zach Dallas: Highly suspicious.
Around 1700, Aristotle Lewis walks through the cars, looking at his watch.
Uriel Iscariot: Watch hawkishly for the next "contest" By the good graces of the lord, I will stop this!
Aristotle Lewis: Dodge City, Kansas, two hours. Last chance to get food and drinks.
Uriel Iscariot: Ooooh! =)
Uriel Iscariot: but before we all eat, let us take a moment to remember Patton Riddle. Lord Bless his soul.
Uriel Iscariot: However, this should be a lesson to all you'all: do not practice sorcery! =)
With Aristotle's announcement, people filter into the lounge car for food.
Lottie, H.K. Dial, and Mr. Bogan are absent.
The Hovey family eats quickly, trying to stay as far from the inventors as possible.
The rest of the inventors sit around eating. Dr. Bailey and Sylvester Tate sit at one table. Sir Cannon and Conrad Judson sit at another.
Uriel Iscariot: Is a little dismayed everyone left at the mention of food
Uriel Iscariot: Get some food too I guess.
GM: I was sort of assuming you made that statement when everyone was in the dining car ordering. In which case they all bowed their heads.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): better that way
GM: While eating, time for Notice checks.
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 3]
Dr. MacVellian: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 5]
Zach Dallas: Notice [1d4 = 5]
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): What could possibly go wrong lol this is awesome
You are about five minutes into your meal when you hear a scream. Lottie runs into the lounge car from the sleeper car. One of H.K. Dial's clockwork ants has latched on to her arm with its giant pincers. Blood is pouring down her arm.
Lottie Galloway: Get it off! Get it off!
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): whips out my knife and chops the ant off
She claws at it with her free hand.
Zach Dallas: Untrained Skill {--2 Untrained} [1d4-2 = 5]
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): WHEW
Dr. MacVellian: Uh oh. Looks like we're getting that demonstration we were promised
Uriel Iscariot: Damn Machines!
Uriel Iscariot: Aim
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {--2 Power Level (each)} [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6-2 = 2]
Uriel Iscariot is using a benny
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {--2 Power Level (each)} [1d6-2 = 0]
Uriel Iscariot is using a benny
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {--2 Power Level (each)} [1d6-2 = 8]
Uriel Iscariot: Called shot to the Ant
GM: You need an 8 to hit the Ant.
Uriel Iscariot: In nomine Patris, et Filii, Spiritus Sancti.
Uriel Iscariot: Shooting [1d6 = 4]
Uriel Iscariot is using a benny
Uriel Iscariot: Shooting [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 3]
Well, Zach stabs Lottie and then Uriel shoots her.
Lottie Galloway: Gee thanks...
Bowie Knife damage [2d6 = 10]
Colt (Army) damage [2d6+1 = 5]
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): 3 Bennies could not solve the situation.....
Zach Dallas: Repair {--2 Untrained,--2 All Thumbs} [1d6-4 = 12]
Fortunately, the gunshot seems to deflect off the ant and do no damage to Lottie. Which is good, because she had already taken a wound from the ant and another one from Zach's knife.
Dr. MacVellian: Is currently not worried about ONE ant. Is worried about the other THOUSAND or so
Zach Dallas: trying to fiddle with it
Zach Dallas: remove parts
Although - Zach - somehow demonstrates remarkable mechanical skill and manages to hit the spring housing, causing it to immediately wind down and cease all movement.
Lottie Galloway: (passes out)
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Hmm...I'd mark that spot down.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: On the ant, not Ms. Galloway.
Uriel Iscariot: I've had enough of these damn Machines!
Zach Dallas: Damn bugger
Uriel Iscariot: All men of the LORD! to the Sleeper Car!
Sylvester Tate: Does make me wonder where the rest of them are.
Zach Dallas: Uriel, can you heal her?
Uriel Iscariot: I reckon there be some unholy doin's a transpirin!
Uriel Iscariot: She's still breathing, and in could company now, I reckon we are needed elsewhere now!
Uriel Iscariot: Onward!
Dr. Elijah Bailey: I'll look after Ms. Galloway if the rest of you want to see what the other ants are up to.
Sir Clyde Reed Cannon: Indeed, wouldn't want my devices damaged by the little bugger.
Uriel Iscariot: Lights a Cigar, Says a Prayer, Tips his fedora. (someday, I'll be worthy of such theatrics)
Uriel Iscariot: Into the sleeper car!
Uriel Iscariot: (or at least that direction)
Zach Dallas: heads off
Zach Dallas: oh, someone inform the head engineer
Zach Dallas: we should probably stop if those things are all over the placed
Zach Dallas: they fixed this place in a jiffy, they can reverse it
The sleeper car is quiet. H.K. Dial is sitting placidly in his room, smoking a cigar.
Zach Dallas: Mr. Dial.
H.K. Dial: Yes?
Zach Dallas: Tosses the ant next to his bed
Zach Dallas: that was digging into Ms Galloway's arm
H.K. Dial: Oh dear, it seems that one of my warrior ants got loose.
H.K. Dial: Is she all right?
Zach Dallas: I believe so, but we had a bit of a fright
H.K. Dial: Dreadfully sorry about that.
GM: Notice checks.
Zach Dallas: Notice [1d6 = 9]
Dr. MacVellian: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 7]
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 8]
H.K. Dial does not seem concerned about Ms. Galloway. You notice that the suitcase where all the ants were stored is open, and empty.
Zach Dallas: Mr. Dial, where are your ants?
Max the Manservant is standing nearby, fingers twitching slightly.
H.K. Dial: Oh, I imagine they are out doing my bidding.
Zach Dallas: Just like the army ant?
H.K. Dial: They are well-behaved like that.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): OBJECTION!
H.K. Dial: Oh no, I'm sure Ms. Galloway surprised that one as it was escorting the worker ants.
Uriel Iscariot: *Takes a big drag on the cig*
Uriel Iscariot: Are you saying these things make their OWN decisions there, Mr. Dial?
H.K. Dial: No, not really, they are capable of loose interpretation of my instructions though.
There is an explosion from one of the freight cars.
Dr. MacVellian: On it!
Dr. MacVellian: rushes after the noise
Uriel Iscariot: 'an what would make them attack a lady.....Jesus, Mary and Joseph! What was that?
H.K. Dial: Oh, I'm sure just an unfortunate side effect. Well, if you are all busy, I shall return to reading my paper.
Uriel Iscariot: Mr. Dial. The Lord is displeased with your indifference to suffering.....
H.K. Dial: Let him be indifferent, HE was indifferent to my displeasure.
Uriel Iscariot: Try to soak the paper he was about to read
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {--2 Power Level (each)} [1d6-2 = 2]
Zach Dallas: I also think it best that you retract your entry
Zach Dallas: it would be a shame if something happened to them
Zach Dallas: retract them into your suitcase, I mean
MacVellian rushes through the second sleeper car and into the freight car. Flames have engulfed the back of the car. It looks like Sylvester Tate's crates all detonated. You see a dozen ants crawling around some crates labeled, "Conrad Judson."
The Union Blue repairmen, Courtney Morrow, and a few other Union Blue employees are there, trying to put out the fire. Warrior ants attack them, leading to further choas.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): how far away is Max from Dial?
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): and who is Courtney Morrow?
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): DUH
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): she's the Agency lady
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): oh, yeah, right, oops
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): warned us to stay away from Bailey
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): she an him go WAYY back
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): You have quite the pickle on your hands there I reckon!
Max is about two feet from Dial.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): I know
Zach Dallas: Persuasion [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 2]
Dr. MacVellian: tries to help Ms Morrow first
[w] Uriel Iscariot: GM Can being sufficiently angry at this chap's actions be warrant for attempting to "retire him", even though pacifist?
Courtney draws a strange looking pistol and opens fire on the Ants. It fires a bolt of bluish light and causes an Ant to cease up.
Dr. MacVellian: Repair [1d8 = 6]
[w] -> Uriel Iscariot: If you mean "retire" as in "restrain" then yes.
MacVellian grabs a worker ant and hits the spring housing, causing it to stop moving.
One of the Union Blue employees screams as a Warrior Ant burrows into his neck and causes a fountain of blood to erupt from the severed vein.
Courtney Morrow: Doctor, I recommend you go find us help and fast!
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): Not to sound insensitive, but is the gushing blood helping to put out the fire?
Dr. MacVellian: But I can help here!
TADM: That is insensitive, and no.
Uriel Iscariot: Gives a nod to Zach Dallas
Courtney Morrow: Then try yelling for help at least.
Dr. MacVellian: I think there's more than enough screaming going on!
Courtney opens fire with her gun again and shorts out another ant.
Dr. MacVellian: Repair [1d6 = 10]
You would guess there are probably 10 or so ants left. You also get the idea that the humans are losing this fight.
MacVellian disables another one.
Courtney Morrow: Duck!
[w] Uriel Iscariot -> Zach Dallas: is Max at all breakable?
[w] Zach Dallas -> Uriel Iscariot: let me make a repair check
Zach Dallas: Repair {--2 Untrained,--2 All Thumbs} [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6-4 = 0]
[w] Zach Dallas -> Uriel Iscariot: easily. Hit him on the left foot.
Courtney bowls MacVellian over as Conrad Judson's Meatgrinder detonates. Two other Union Blue employees vanish in a fireball as the rear left wall explodes. The ants move forward to the crates labeled "Sir Cannon."
Courtney Morrow: We have to stop them from getting in those crates!
Sir Cannon's Chinese Bodyguards run into the car and begin attacking the Ants.
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): How many ants are left, and non-disabled workers?
Uriel Iscariot: Bum Rush Dial
Uriel Iscariot: Fighting [1d6 = 4]
Dial, who is not expecting that, gets knocked to the ground by Uriel's charge.
Zach Dallas: ducks to the side and draws both pistols
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): I don't think this is a talk'kin one there, Zach
Max the Manservant: Reach...for...the...whirr...sky!
Max draws a pair of Colts and opens fire on Uriel and Zach.
Max the Manservant: Shooting [1d8 = 7]
Zach Dallas: returns the favor
Max the Manservant: Shooting [1d8 = 7]
Max the Manservant: Colt 12/24/48 damage [2d6+1 = 9]
Zach Dallas: Shooting [1d6 = 7]
Zach Dallas: Shooting [1d6 = 10]
Max the Manservant: Colt 12/24/48 damage [2d6+1 = 21]
Dr. MacVellian: Aims for another ant
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): pew pew!
Dr. MacVellian: Repair [1d6 = 5]
MacVellian disables another one.
Zach Dallas: Colt Peacemaker damage [2d6+1 = 8]
Zach Dallas: Colt Peacemaker damage [2d6+1 = 16]
It takes both shots, but Max staggers backwards and drops to the ground, sparks flying from him.
H.K. Dial: MAX!!
Zach Dallas is using a benny
Zach Dallas: Vigor [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 2]
Zach Dallas is using a benny
Zach Dallas: Vigor [1d6 = 4]
Zach Dallas: FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Max's returns fire was deadly accurate. Zach is not sure how he lived, and Uriel feels a sharp pain in his back.
H.K. Dial: You bastard! You killed Max!
Zach Dallas: He's a robot, you can repair him later
Zach Dallas: wicked good shot, though
Uriel Iscariot: Spirit [1d6 = 10]
Uriel Iscariot: Lower Stat [Smarts] Dial
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {--2 Power Level (each)} [1d6-2 = 14]
H.K. Dial: Duh...uh...gah guh?
Uriel Iscariot: Kn Bible [1d6 = 7]
Uriel Iscariot: "I will destroy the wisdom of the wise; the intelligence of the intelligent I will frustrate."\
H.K. Dial: Mooga bing baba?
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Whew
Zach Dallas: Notice (Wound Penalty -2) [1d4-2 = 1]
GM: You see a reddish haze, and realize that it is from a ricochet causing blood to dribble into your eyes.
Back in the freight car, it looks like there are four warrior ants and five worker ants left.
Courtney Morrow: Doctor, if any of them get into Sir Cannon's crate, you run! Hear me? You run and hit the emergency disconnect switch.
Courtney fires again, causing a warrior ant to explode.
Dr. MacVellian: Why the hell didn't you mention the switch before?!?
Dr. MacVellian: Repair [Critical failure!] [1d8 = 1]
Dr. MacVellian is using a benny
Dr. MacVellian: Repair [1d8 = 7]
The Chinese beat and stomp on the ants.
They doggedly surge forward toward the crate.
Uriel Iscariot: Next available Action, Cure Minor, Zach
GM: Roll away Uriel.
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {--2 Power Level (each)} [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6-2 = 5]
Zach Dallas: secures Dial
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Note: I will not use other abilities until such a time as bennies are plentiful.
TADM: Would you like a reminder in case you contemplate something bad?
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Nah, its ok.
Courtney Morrow: Wait, I have an idea. Doctor MacVellian, help me.
Courtney begins pushing the crate toward the ants.
Zach Dallas: Checks Max
Zach Dallas: how's he look?
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): where did I hit'm?
Dr. MacVellian: helps push, not 100% what her idea is yet
Max looks completely disabled. Sparks are shooting from him and he is otherwise lying motionless.
GM: Probably in the chest a couple times.
Uriel Iscariot: Aight son. Tie up this soulless bastard. Leave the machine....
The ants swarm up into the crate. Courtney yells something in Chinese. The martial artists nod and as soon as most of the ants are crawling into the crate, they hoist the crate up and throw it out the hole in the side of the car. A few seconds later a resounding explosion rocks the train.
[w] Zach Dallas: I hunch'm
Zach Dallas: pulls out cards
Zach Dallas: Spellcasting [1d8 = 2]
Zach Dallas: Spellcasting [1d8 = 5]
[w] -> Zach Dallas: Sorry, the number you have dialed is longer in service.
[w] -> Zach Dallas: Aww..rats.
Courtney Morrow: Well done Doctor MacVellian.
[w] Zach Dallas: I see what you did thar
Dr. MacVellian: No problem. Glad to help. Still worried about Dr. Bailey?
[w] Zach Dallas: how punny
Dr. MacVellian: realizes something really bad could still happen, given a) he's unaccounted for, and b) he could possibly have the worst plot point yet
[w] -> Zach Dallas: You see Dial sitting alone in his laboratory. It looks like he is building Max. Suddenly Max lurches upright and begins speaking. You only hear a couple words, then the Hunch goes black like you are being blocked.
Uriel Iscariot: Aight son. This is your callin' now. (Runs off further down the train towards the explosions)
Dr. MacVellian: looks for any remaining ants
Dr. MacVellian: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 7]
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Dude, eff the robot. Dang' than'g ain't got no soul.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): (or DOES IT? bwha ha ha)
Courtney Morrow: Always, Dr. Bailey and I have some unfinished business. Don't get yourself killed doing something foolish.
[w] Zach Dallas: is it Max who is preventing the Hunch?
Zach Dallas: Spellcasting [1d8 = 6]
[w] Zach Dallas: knowledge roll
MacVellian sees no more active ants, lots of disabled or wrecked ones.
[w] -> Zach Dallas: That seems very likely.
Dr. MacVellian: If you'd care to elaborate on this "business", I'm sure it'd help both of us
Courtney points her pistol at you.
Courtney Morrow: The kind of business that is none of yours.
[w] Dr. MacVellian: What would I have to roll (and how well) to pocket one of the disabled ants for examination later?
Zach Dallas: oh shit. The clockwork robot is sparking.
Dr. MacVellian: Okay, okay. Nevermind
Zach Dallas: Uriel, can you fix that?
Zach Dallas: (I'm a bad choice)
[w] -> Dr. MacVellian: Stealth check versus Morrow's notice.
Uriel Iscariot: Son, I gots people to go an' lend a hand to. Leave the toy
Zach Dallas: It's going to expode and kill us all
Zach Dallas: can you fix it?
Courtney Morrow: Good plan Doctor. Now, if you'll head back up front.
Zach Dallas: Persuasion [1d4 = 6]
[w] Dr. MacVellian: Crap. Yeah, I'll never beat that. Also, just in case...
Dr. MacVellian: Ghostrock Finding {+4 Nose for Rock,+2 Alertness} [1d6+6 = 9]
Uriel Iscariot: Smarts [1d6 = 7]
There is a lot of Ghost Rock in this room.
Zach Dallas: run back and get Doc
Zach Dallas: fast
Dr. MacVellian: Sure. Mind if I take one of the ants to examine later? In case we run into more, finding a quicker way to disable them would be a good idea
Courtney Morrow: I don't care, just grab it and head up front.
Uriel Iscariot: Runs to the back cars
Dr. MacVellian: grabs a disabled one, and heads up front
Zach Dallas: gets Dial out to the Lounge
Zach Dallas: Yo
Zach Dallas: I'll be back, watch him
Uriel enters the back area and sees Courtney there. The Chinese bodyguards and a couple Union Blue employees are putting out the fires.
Courtney Morrow: Preacher, care to say something over the corpses?
She points at a man whose head has been mostly gnawed off and two very burnt corpses.
Uriel Iscariot: Kn Bible [1d6 = 10]
Zach Dallas: he's gone a bit stupid for a while. Bring him back when he regains his senses
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): (duh)
Uriel Iscariot: May this soul find it's way to 'eaven, and find rest with the LORD (etc etc)
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): Heads back to Dial's room, since, you know, I'd assume I'd be told to go there
Uriel Iscariot: Dr. MacVellian, One of your loonies up front is babbling nonsense, you may understand what I have not
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Hey, the work of the lord comes first
Assuming you go to Dial's room, you see Max the Manservant smoking and sparking from a couple bullet holes in his chest.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): *back to his room
Zach Dallas: heads back to see who is in the sleeping cars
Dr. MacVellian: looks for any more ants, or anything to control them
Dr. MacVellian: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 12]
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): blasted clockwork robot shouldn't be an exposion hazard
You find no more ants, or anything that looks like an Ant Control Device.
Dr. MacVellian: Until someone says "Hey Mac, any idea why he's sparking if he's clockwork?", then I wait
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): grrrrrr...fine
Dr. MacVellian: Repair [1d8 = 7]
Uriel Iscariot: Pater noster qui es in coelis sanctificetur nomen tuum; (etc)
Upon tinkering with Max for a couple minutes, you realize that he is clockwork, but also has some sort of Ghost Rock Generator in his chest. The sparking and smoking is coming from it. It pulses almost like a heartbeat.
Uriel Iscariot: Find any still alive, "Do you reject Satan and all his works" etc....
Zach Dallas: checks Dial's room quickly
Zach Dallas: How's it going?
GM: Notice check Zach as you enter the room.
Dr. MacVellian: What the hell happened in here?
Zach Dallas: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 3]
Zach Dallas: what color is our emergency code?
Uriel Iscariot: ....May the Lord Jesus protect you and lead you to eternal life.
You spot blood coming out from under the door of the cabin next to Dial's room.
Zach Dallas: burst in there
Zach Dallas: guns drawn
Dr. MacVellian: quickly takes notes on how he works while I have the chance to do so unhindered
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): he meaning Max
Inside the room you find Mr. Bogan. His head has been mostly gnawed off. The marks indicate that it was done by Warrior Ants.
Zach Dallas: Notice [1d6 = 5]
Zach Dallas: ugh
The Warrior Ants appear to have vacated the room.
Zach Dallas: checks the other rooms
The other rooms are all empty.
Zach Dallas: checks Dial's room
Zach Dallas: have you saved Max yet?
[w] Dr. MacVellian: Inventory look okay to you?
Uriel Iscariot: Is Single-mindely placid amongst the chaos, attending to his true calling
[w] -> Dr. MacVellian: Yep.
Dr. MacVellian: Why would I to save him? What happened in here?
Zach Dallas: We had a tussle with Dial
TADM: The whole guild even!
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Nice Word there =)
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): XD
Dr. MacVellian: I figured that
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): I don't get it :(
Zach Dallas: he pulled his guns, I pulled my guns, Uriel cast something that made Dial mentally retarded for about 10min, and the clockwork robot is sparking
Zach Dallas: I was thinking of fixing that before Dial recovers or at least prevent a massive explosion
Zach Dallas: but I'm an idealist
Zach Dallas: if Max is at least stable by the time Dial gets here, I think we can prevent anything horrible
Dr. MacVellian: Hmmmm...never considered that a synonym for "mechanically inept"
Zach Dallas: Dial also seemed a bit emotionally attached to Max. It would be better if he were functional
Dr. MacVellian: Whatever, I'll see what I can do
Dr. MacVellian: Repair [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 3]
Zach Dallas: can I catch his mistake?
Zach Dallas: Repair {--2 Untrained,--2 All Thumbs} [1d6-4 = 1]
Zach Dallas: I see nothing
MacVellian tinkers with Max for a few minutes. Then Zach offers to "help." Things only go downhill from there.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): "and a robot shall blow them to tiny bits, in thy mercy"
Dr. MacVellian: Go watch Dial or something
Zach Dallas: I'll check out Bogan he seems to have found the ants first
Zach Dallas: or vice versa
The Ghost Rock generator in his chest sparks, flares brightly for a minute, then fades to darkness. The sparking stops.
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): Just realized that it makes Dial to use clockwork, and dials are on watches
Uriel Iscariot: Uriel thinks to himself "If that kid is still playin with that toy while men are dying....."
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): *Dial uses clockwork
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): congratulations! you've earned your "HURR DURR" badge!
GM: Okay, what now?
H.K. Dial: It doesn't matter, this year I shall win! Even if you stopped my ants.
Zach Dallas: You wanna take a look at Max?
Sylvester Tate: Blah blah blah...whatever.
H.K. Dial: Yes, indeed I shall.
Zach Dallas: I don't think he'll explode
Uriel Iscariot: I assume there is enough "work" to be done currently, so that is what I am up to
Zach Dallas: but I don't think he's working right now
Dial stops to investigate Max.
Zach Dallas: also, someone get some Union Blue folks back here
Zach Dallas: Bogan seems to be dead
H.K. Dial: Hmm....
Zach Dallas: by ants
H.K. Dial: Well, I might be able to repair him back in my lab, but not with the equipment I brought with me.
H.K. Dial: (He yells very loudly) Don't worry Max! I'll save you!
Dr. MacVellian: He's dead, Jim
Aristotle gathers everyone together and gets them all in the lounge car.
Lottie is given some first aid, as are those who are still alive.
Aristotle Lewis: Now, given the multiple near death events that have happened, and the fact that we are only 90 minutes from Dodge City, everyone is going to sit tight right here and NOT MOVE. Got it?
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): A list of the living would be nice
Aristotle Lewis: Combined with the multiple actual death events, huge amount of damage to Union Blue property...etc.
Aristotle Lewis: So stay here!
He stomps out of the car.
Uriel Iscariot: 0.0
Uriel Iscariot: ....
Abe Hovey and family lived. Conrad Judson, H.K. Dial, Lottie Galloway, Sir Cannon, Sylvester Tate, Dr. Bailey, the three Martial Artists, Courtney Morrow, four of the Union Blue employees, Preston Mack, and Aristotle Lewis is the list of the living.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): "blue" shirts XD
Zach Dallas: So, Mr. Dial, you think you can fix Max?
H.K. Dial: Yes, given my lab to work in.
About ninety minutes later, the Hellstromme Express pulls into the Union Blue station.
Even though it is about 1900, there are a few reporters and a small crowd gathered to see the train arrive.
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): More like Shitstorm Express
Uriel Iscariot: I can't believe you are obessed with that contra'ption boy....
[w] Zach Dallas: through smalltalk, I want to figure out if his lab is in the USA or CSA
[w] -> Zach Dallas: USA.
[w] Zach Dallas: and then slip C$15 into his stuff
Zach Dallas: Agility [1d6 = 3]
You can tell the people who were here last year from the newbies. The newbies stare open-mouthed at the damage done to the vehicle.
[w] Zach Dallas: not too sneakily, apparently
Aristotle shoos everyone on to the platform, where a group of Deputy Sheriff's wait before letting people pass into the crowd.
Deputy Sheriff: Looks like she did better than last year.
Deputy Sheriff: (different deputy) Yep, also looks like we aren't just unloading coffins.
The third deputy looks vaguely familiar, but you are not sure why.
He gives you all a quick glance, clears his throat quickly.
Deputy Sheriff: Welcome to Dodge City. Now, I know you are all excited to go to the Symposium, but we have a few rules that I need you all to obey.
Dr. MacVellian: (to the family, before we arrived) This may sound rather trite, but I hope you don't hold all science and scientists in a poor light
Dr. MacVellian: Some, like myself, only want to benefit mankind and make it safer for men, women, and children
Abe Hovey: Scientists are going to kill us all!
Abe Hovey: (would be his response to MacVellian's statement)
GM: Your notice check tells you that the one speaking now is in charge, he knows how to handle a gun REALLY well, and you swear that you have seen his likeness in a picture somewhere.
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): Most likely, it's Hellstromme himself
Deputy Sheriff: First off, any sidearms have to be checked here at the station. Dodge City is a weapon free town.
Deputy Sheriff: Second....
His voice trails off.
Uriel Iscariot: Notice: is it i Wyatt?
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 11]
Deputy Sheriff: Well, well, well, Isabella DeMerini, fancy seeing you here.
The woman with the duster and the floppy hat steps off the train and walks over to the Deputy.
Isabella DeMerini: Nice to see you again Wyatt, still free of bullet holes?
Wyatt Earp: Indeed.
Isabella DeMerini: I think you owe me a dinner.
Uriel Iscariot: Man runs a tight ship. (feels safe)
Wyatt Earp: If you wear that red silk dress, I'm buying from now 'till Kingdom Come.
Isabella DeMerini: Well, guess you'll find out in an hour.
Wyatt Earp: That I will.
She gives him a smile. The kind that launches nations to war.
She walks a short ways past him, you notice that she does not stop to turn over her weapons at the gun check.
Abruptly she turns around and points at Zach Dallas.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Just SNEAKY
Isabella DeMerini: Wyatt, that man and his friends, they might be useful. Zach has good eyes and a quick hand.
Wyatt Earp: I'll bear that in mind. See you in an hour.
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): still waits for the gust of wind into Mike's backpack
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): No way bro.
She hoists her saddlebags up on to her shoulder and walks off.
Wyatt Earp: Anyway, like I was saying, all weapons, dynamite, etc., need to be turned in here. Knives are excluded from this requirement.
Uriel Iscariot: Seems pretty happy with the cool night air vs a burning car
[w] Zach Dallas: right, so I've got a knife that I have hidden in the sole of my shoe. That's the only weapon I plan on keeping, and that's just to satisfy paranoia
Uriel Iscariot: Absolutely Deputy.
Wyatt Earp: Inventors, your inventons must be checked here for any possible threat to the town. Our resident scientist will look them over. He is not part of the Symposium, so you are not risking your entry at all.
Wyatt Earp: I just want a good safe town, and anyone who doesn't like that plan better just get back on the train now.
Sir Clyde Reed Cannon: Okay deputy Earp, then how come you let that woman with her guns walk right past you?
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Dude this guy looks like someone you could bullshit. Try an pull a fast one Nick!
TADM: Yep, that is a great idea Dave.
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): Uh yeah, I'll pass
[w] Zach Dallas: I'll pass back my 3 sticks of Dynamite, 2 pistols, Bowie Knife (if they insist), silver knife, sleeve knife, and harmonica (which will hopefully distract them from the silver of the silver knife)
[w] Zach Dallas: I think that's all my weapons
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Aw.....
Wyatt Earp: Because she is part of the law in this town. You are not.
Wyatt Earp: Any other questions, or you ready to get into town?
Abe Hovey: The inventors are going to kill us all! Let us in and away from them!
Wyatt Earp: Right, let the family go first.
The Dodge City deputies, under the careful eye of Wyatt Earp, take your weapons, issue you claim checks, and get everyone off the train into town quickly and efficently.
GM: Unless someone wants to try hiding weapons from them....
Uriel Iscariot: Whew. I feel lighter.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Absolultey not lol.
[w] -> Zach Dallas: Okay, they do not stop your boot knife.
[w] Zach Dallas: splendid
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): Nope
[w] -> Zach Dallas: Passing them so many other things sort of throws them off. Also, they tell you that you can keep your bowie knife.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Common Mike. You know you want to.
[w] -> Zach Dallas: And the sleeve knife and silver knife.
[w] -> Zach Dallas: And harmonica...
[w] Zach Dallas: sweet
[w] Zach Dallas: did they even notice the boot knife?
Dr. Elijah Bailey: We will be staying at the Cherrywick Hotel. I have reserved rooms for myself, one for Doctor MacVellian, and one for you gentlemen to share.
Zach Dallas: Thanks!
Uriel Iscariot: May I ask where a local Church is? I must go sooner than later.
Everyone does notice that Courtney shows her Agency badge and turns in her guns, but is allowed to keep the strange looking gun that she was using to destroy the Ants.
Dr. MacVellian: I appreciate the room to myself, Dr. Bailey. By the way, where were you during all the commotion before we arrived?
A deputy gives you directions to a church.
Uriel Iscariot: Thanks Deputy. =)
Dr. Elijah Bailey: In the lounge car tending to Ms Galloway.
Dr. MacVellian: No, before that.
Zach Dallas: Hm?
Sir Clyde Reed Cannon: Nice law enforcement, any woman with a gun is allowed in but men are not. If I come next year I shall make sure to hire female bodyguards.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Which commotion, there were so many?
Zach Dallas: I think you're underestimating those women
Zach Dallas: Especially the first one
Sir Clyde Reed Cannon: Bah, whatever.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): I am SO tempted to try and stupid him, and make him mouth off here lol
Dr. MacVellian: Before Ms Galloway was injured, say about an hour and a half. After our "chat", no one saw you as far as I know
Bodyguard: Ancient Chinese Secret Sir Cannon....do not dance with death before first talking with God.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Eating in the lounge car. Why do you ask?
Sir Clyde Reed Cannon: What's that supposed to mean?
Bodyguard: It mean that one of those women can handle a gun. The other is the left hand of the Devil himself. We know Death when we see it.
Bodyguard: We thank you for money and trip, we go now. Before you walk down a dark path that takes our souls.
The three bodyguards walk away, leaving Sir Cannon looking rather dumbfounded.
Dr. MacVellian: Just worried about your safety, is all. You really sure have one of us around at all times from now on, given all that's happened
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Oh, I quite agree Doctor MacVellian, thank you for your concern.
Uriel Iscariot: Hrm.....Besides for the Hoveys, i'd reckon we' all be insane
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Shall we go to the Cherrywick Hotel then?
Dr. MacVellian: Of course. I hope your cargo isn't damaged
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Me too.
Uriel Iscariot: I will be there later. I must contact my local chapter.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: I shall check it when we get to the Hotel.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: See you soon Preacher Iscariot.
TADM: Okay, this is our stopping point.
Uriel Iscariot: (off to fill my pyx)
TADM: Woohoo!
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