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Savage Worlds Ruleset for Fantasy Grounds II
(c) 2009 Pinnacle Entertainment Group.
It is March 5, 1966.
Colwyn O'Reilly: so we were hunting a puppy dog?
Hogpile: So, we have some tracks here to follow...
Randall Breckenridge: yew sure its not a were-possum?
At this point, an urgent call for Richard comes over the PRC-25 and he stops everything to answer the phone.
Hogpile: A were-possum would be cool, although we would have trouble telling whether it was alive or dead.
Mini-Samson: Maybe it only plays dead during the full moon?
Nessie: (Tyran Drenski) yes....
Colwyn O'Reilly: maybe it only doesn't play dead during the full moon
Randall Breckenridge: but jest think o the possum pie we could have if we got it!!
Colwyn O'Reilly: mmmmmm... just like crazy old aunt Bessie used to make
Tyran Drenski: Rocky plays dead all the time! (smiles)
Randall Breckenridge: sometimes its the crazy ones that makes the best stuff cauz theys so far off into the weeds
Tyran Drenski: I hate to say this but is a dog for sure and werewolf is up our ally
Mini-Samson: That's definitely true.
Hogpile: So, about these tracks to the were-possum? I think we should follow them.
Billy: That or find some VC to shoot.
Randall Breckenridge probly both
Colwyn O'Reilly: werewolves aren't real Dresnski. It's probably just a big, jungle wolf.
Tyran Drenski: Well since richard is answering phone call who's is going to continue to track it?
Billy: Well, I can follow the tracks, I think.
Billy: Tracking [1d6 = 10]
[w] Randall Breckenridge: I think I have 2 advances to buy
Billy (especially when I ace)
Tyran Drenski falls in behind Billy
Colwyn O'Reilly: maybe his wife delivered those quintuplets...
Colwyn O'Reilly falls into position
[w] -> Randall Breckenridge: Actually you have 3.
Tyran Drenski: ouch...I would take war over that....think of it no sleep, food, and peace!!!! AHHAH
Mini-Samson: I think I'd volunteer to come to Vietnam if my wife had quintuplets.
Tyran Drenski: AHHH it is a bear wolf!
[w] Randall Breckenridge: oh my, not keeping up. I will see what looks good. I am using one for battle knowledge and survival for sure, just need to figure out the other 2
[w] -> Randall Breckenridge: No problem, take your time.
Tyran Drenski: Belf!
Colwyn O'Reilly: are you going to tell me that the NVA bred a bear with a wolf? Is this like your saint bernard - chihuahua cross breed?
Tyran Drenski: Woar
Randall Breckenridge: a bearf?
Colwyn O'Reilly: (I really hope the chihuahua is the dad)
Hogpile: I'd settle for a beer.
Tyran Drenski: No bear wolf....be form bear and lf from wolf
Tyran Drenski: Hogpile because of the trouble you got us in to...no beer for you for a week!
Billy walks along for a ways, following the tracks of the US Army boots.
Tyran Drenski: So billy what is the verdict, where are we going?
Hogpile: Not my fault you guys got in a fight with some hookers.
Billy: This sort of leads diagonally away from the village.
Tyran Drenski: Aren't we tracking a critter not army boots?
Colwyn O'Reilly: weren't we tracking animal tracks?
Tyran Drenski: Vampires not hookers....and you brought us to that Vamp house....I may write a movie and call it..."dawn of the dead"
Billy: Umm...I don't know. Richard said the Army Boots were the weird ones. The animal prints went in the river and Army boots came out.
Billy: Unless ya'all parnders want to head further up or downstream?
Tyran Drenski: So our wolf is a cross dresser?
Hogpile: Right, sexy female vampires in Saigon...next thing you know a bunch of idiot teeny-boppers will think that Vampires exist and *sparkle* in daylight.
Tyran Drenski: Your the tracker...I follow you!
Mini-Samson: Cross dressing wolf?
Tyran Drenski: Yea it wear's army boots. You sparkle!
Colwyn O'Reilly: the next thing you're going to tell me Hog is that werewolves are real as well and are immensely buff in human form and run around in boxers in the woods.
Hogpile: Yep, and Mummys can come back to life...
Hogpile: ...errr...
Tyran Drenski: You know werewolves are human during the day! This is so a were wolf follow the boot tracks!
Hogpile mumbles something under his breath.
Tyran Drenski: mummys come back to life and regenerate from those who let it out...common knowlegde really
John (Randall Breckenridge): maybe its a were-dog lesbian in combat boots
Billy: Ya'all sure are weird.
TADM: Now that is just plain wrong. On so many levels.
Colwyn O'Reilly: your momma wore combat boots!
Colwyn O'Reilly: barely legal pregnant granny werewolf lesbian porn?
Colwyn O'Reilly shakes head
Mini-Samson: Wow.
Colwyn O'Reilly: are we following these?
Tyran Drenski: You have not been with this squad long enough...right rocky!
[w] Tyran Drenski: remember rocky is on my should and on the guard
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): we should spilt up and look for different tracks... it will make us harder to kill
John (Randall Breckenridge): rofl
Tyran Drenski: spliting up nearly killed dugan last combat...I vote no!
Colwyn O'Reilly points in the direction of tracks because he has learned not to go first
Tyran Drenski still follows billy
The squad makes its way through the jungle on a path diagonal to the village. Birds call overhead and the sun beats down, it is a balmy 112 degrees right now.
GM: Vigor checks.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Vigor [1d8 = 6]
Tyran Drenski: Vigor [1d8 = 3]
Randall Breckenridge: Vigor [1d8 = 12]
Randall Breckenridge: A might warm, today, eh?
[w] Tyran Drenski: do i need to benny?
Colwyn O'Reilly: wow, breck is very vigorous!
Randall Breckenridge: ah save my vigor an dont spend it on little vamps
Tyran gets a bit tired in the heat with all his gear piled on.
Billy: Vigor [1d6 = 5]
Billy: Yeah, a bit warm today, good for keeping the pores clean.
Jade Golem: Neepo wa chu!
Tyran Drenski: It is far too hot here....(guzzles water)
Billy: Cool, the talking statue thing is talking.
Tyran Drenski: Rocky wants to hide...
Colwyn O'Reilly: yeah, it's a pretty cool toy. Haven't figured out where the batteries go yet
Mini-Samson: That's one of the benefits I guess. Just don't mock it, Drenski is in love with it.
Tyran Drenski: He is scared...
Colwyn O'Reilly kneels into cover
Tyran Drenski loads weapon
Randall Breckenridge takes cover
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [1d8 = 15]
Tyran Drenski: Notice [1d6 = 3]
Hogpile takes cover, sets up M60.
Tyran Drenski takes cover
Jean Mauvoisin: Stealth [1d6 = 5]
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 19]
Mini-Samson takes cover.
Billy takes cover.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski) WOW!!!!
GM: Well, I guess Colwyn and Randall are on the top of their game tonight.
John (Randall Breckenridge): yes indeedy
Tyran Drenski noticed that Randall's eyes just popped out of his head and ran around..
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): 3 is for me...sad I was rolling so well last game
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): that is it cj leave so I can roll well again
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): bye
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): okay stay....sniff sniff
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): I never win...sniff sniff
Randall and Colwyn spot an old man sitting in the trees up above the squad, looking at you strangely. He is, indeed, wearing US Army boots. A Lebel bolt-action rifle is slung over his back and he has a bamboo hat on. His face is covered with a thick white beard and it looks like he had not had a change of clothes or a shave in about 20 years.
Jean Mauvoisin: Bonjour.
Randall Breckenridge: Rumpel-Nguyen-skin
Tyran Drenski: LOL
Colwyn O'Reilly: bonjour
Tyran Drenski: Bond joe
Randall Breckenridge: Howdy. Bit warm today, eh?
Colwyn O'Reilly: qui êtes-vous?
Tyran Drenski: Cat got your tongue?
Randall Breckenridge: Did he jest ask if he ate?
Jean Mauvoisin: Tres bien, et toi?
Tyran Drenski: or maybe werewolf
Tyran Drenski: Is he a frend legion?
Hogpile: Didn't we run into some scary legionnaires a while back?
Colwyn O'Reilly: Tres bien, excepté la chaleur.
Tyran Drenski: Yes, you never know.
Tyran Drenski: So freind or foe Doc
Mini-Samson: Yeah, no French should be in the area, they've been gone for what, 14 years?
Tyran Drenski: Ask when he was born!!
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): friend*
Colwyn O'Reilly: do you speak english?
Jean Mauvoisin: Oh, tres mal, je ne parles Anglais pas, sprechen Sie Deutsch?
Colwyn O'Reilly shakes head
Hogpile: Okay, I got that one, we have a French guy who speaks German in the Vietnamese jungle.
Tyran Drenski: Ich spechen sie Deutsch
Mini-Samson: This rocks.
Colwyn O'Reilly: que faites-vous ici?
Jean Mauvoisin: Ach! Sehr gut! J'mappele Jean Mauvosin.
Tyran Drenski: Who are you?
Tyran Drenski: Gut Ich bein Tyran, das es Mini, hogpile, Colwyn and Randall
Jean Mauvoisin: Mein name is Jean Mauvoisin. Ach, das ist gut.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): from memory of high school!!!
Tyran Drenski: what are you doing here?
Colwyn O'Reilly: bon pour vous rencontrer
Jean Mauvoisin: Haben Sie Essen fur mich? Ich bin sehr hungrig.
Tyran Drenski: Ja! (gives him beef jerky)
Jean Mauvoisin: Je ici, Colwyn.
Tyran Drenski: Das Schmecks sehr gut!!
Jean Mauvoisin eats beef jerky.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): so far no translater...i am so happy i remember!
Jean Mauvoisin: Ja, das ist sehr gut, aber ich wunsche fur kraut und brats, oder rote Wein.
Randall Breckenridge: this is downright strange, speaking german with this old guy in the jungle...
GM: Randall, Smarts check.
Tyran Drenski: Welches jahr waren sie goborrn?
Jean Mauvoisin: Im 1918, am 4 Marz. Und dich?
Tyran Drenski: Ach ja!!! Eine kraut und das brat schmecks sehr gut!!
Tyran Drenski: French legion
Colwyn O'Reilly: Did he just say 1918?
Tyran Drenski: Yes!
Randall Breckenridge: Smarts [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 5]
[w] -> Randall Breckenridge: The GM recommends the use of ear paste in your backpack.
Tyran Drenski: Meine es 1946 un 11 April danka
[w] Randall Breckenridge: yeah, good one. I will use it
Tyran Drenski: what are you doing here?
Colwyn O'Reilly: nous dépistions un loup. Avez-vous vu où il a disparu?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): how old does he look?
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): 48
TADM: Well, Randall applies some Nguyen ear paste, so we can all switch to English, which is good, because I keep wanting to toss in Japanese words while building French and German sentences.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): LOL!
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): we are out of my scope of german too!!
John (Randall Breckenridge): ah, but now you have to translate with a randall accent...
GM: It is really hard to tell given that he is covered in hair, but you'd guess about 50, or precisely 48.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): I was using a translator. My French is non-existant
Tyran Drenski: So what are you doing in the tree?
Jean Mauvoisin: No, I have not seen any wolves. I am in this tree because I was hiding here and trying to decide if you were friendly or not.
Colwyn O'Reilly: well, no-one has shot each other yet
Tyran Drenski: Friendly yes
Tyran Drenski: We are tracking a large dog
Tyran Drenski: have you seen one/
Tyran Drenski: Ah nevermind...
Tyran Drenski: So what brings you to the jungle?
Jean Mauvoisin: No, I have not seen any large dogs, I think the natives eat them.
Jean Mauvoisin: I am in the jungle because I missed the boat.
Jean Mauvoisin laughs.
Colwyn O'Reilly: unfortunately, one appears to have been eating the natives
Colwyn O'Reilly: you probably could have walked back to France by now
Colwyn O'Reilly: ... how did you miss the boat
Tyran Drenski asks rocky of the man is a Neepo Wa Chu
Jean Mauvoisin: Yeah, but I'd get lost somewhere in the Himalayas.
Jean Mauvoisin laughs again.
GM: Smarts checks.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Smarts [1d8 = 5]
Randall Breckenridge: Smarts [1d6 = 5]
Tyran Drenski: Your a ways from the himalayas
Tyran Drenski: Smarts [1d8 = 6]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): not a 3 yea!!
GM: Jean's laughter is very self-deprecating, you get the feeling he is not a happy man, especially when laughing.
Jade Golem shrugs.
Tyran Drenski: Can we help you through some of the jungle on our hunt?
Colwyn O'Reilly: well, we're hunting for a wolf or dog of some kind... if you could help us, we might be able to get you a ride home. Or at least feed you.
Jean Mauvoisin: Well, I'm always in favor of a hot meal.
Tyran Drenski: If you follow us there might be some danger but then we can get you out of the jungle.
Randall Breckenridge: right now we jest need to set a ration can in the sun fer a few minutes fer that...
Tyran Drenski looks though his bag and pulls out 2 granola bars, a bag of jerky, and hands it to Jean....
Mini-Samson laughs at Randall's comment.
Tyran Drenski: It's all I stole but at the base we were promised a hot A
Jean Mauvoisin: Well, I've been here fighting the Viet Minh for 15 years, so a little excitement would not be unusual.
Jean Mauvoisin jumps down from the tree.
Colwyn O'Reilly: no, we've already had enough experience with hot asses, Drenski. No more of those bloodsucking whores.
Tyran Drenski: No, mean hot meal idot!
Jean Mauvoisin: Agility [1d8 = 6]
Tyran Drenski walks up to shake jean's hand
Tyran Drenski: welcome aboard
Colwyn O'Reilly: Mauvoisin, have you ever met a guy named Almareth. Or maybe you knew him as marcheur de brouillard?
Randall Breckenridge: glad to meet ye
Jean Mauvoisin lands gracefully on his feet, grabs a granola bar and the bag of jerky and scarfs it down.
Tyran Drenski: I wonder if this is the reason the the villages were set up for war...
Tyran Drenski: If I was in a 15 year war I would be stocked up too.
Jean Mauvoisin: Almareth? Big US guy, looks like he is in his mid-30s?
Colwyn O'Reilly: yeah, him.
Colwyn O'Reilly: except maybe the not actually 30-something part.
Colwyn O'Reilly shrugs
Jean Mauvoisin: Well, he's probably older now. I ran into him outside Paris on a special op for the Resistance in 1943.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Yeah... Sure.
Tyran Drenski: Good buddy, he carries crepes...good guy!
John (Randall Breckenridge): afk couple min
Jean Mauvoisin: He led me through the sewers of Paris, the entire time jammering on in French about how the sewers were built by the Romans.
Colwyn O'Reilly: yeah, Sarge would know stuff like that
Jean Mauvoisin: Strange guy, but I saw him mow through a squad of SS Troopers with a steak knife in less than 10 seconds.
John (Randall Breckenridge): ok back
Colwyn O'Reilly: that sounds like Sarge too... It was probably a dull steak knife too.
Randall Breckenridge: he sure gets around...
Colwyn O'Reilly: well, now he's our platoon Sgt. And we're apparently hunting this wolf thing. Either that, or we're supposed to push VC into a battalion of our guys waitng for them.
Jean Mauvoisin: Anyway, so you are looking around for a big dog?
Colwyn O'Reilly: yeah, that.
Colwyn O'Reilly: we saw his tracks go into the river down there, and your tracks come out, so we're thinking he swam downriver
Jean Mauvoisin: I'd guess so. So why are you looking for this dog?
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Tyran Drenski: do you have anything silver? Colwyn wouldn't try, but you might want to wave it at him. Subtly.
Hogpile: He eats village people?
Colwyn O'Reilly: uh... we think he might be eating villagers and they're considering joining the NVA because supposedly they released his wolf on the villagers.
Mini-Samson: Yeah, but their music is not really that good, so I think it's kind of endearing.
Colwyn O'Reilly: definitely catchy. Especially for those Navy guys.
Randall Breckenridge: the people eating dog is dear?
Mini-Samson: No, the Village People eating dog would be endearing. I'm more of a Beatles fan.
Tyran Drenski looks in his bag and pulls out a steriling silver pen and points it at jean
GM: I'm also not sure the Village People exist as a band.
Jean Mauvoisin looks quizzically at Drenski.
Tyran Drenski: Can I have your autograph?
Tyran Drenski pulls out paper
Jean Mauvoisin: Non.
Randall Breckenridge: ah see. Mini-Sampson, whatchu been smokin?
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Tyran Drenski: I said subtly.
Colwyn O'Reilly facepalm
Mini-Samson: Man, it's all about Lucy-in-the-Sky-with-Diamonds.
Colwyn O'Reilly: I'm more of an Eagles guy myself.
Tyran Drenski gets the pen closer to Jean
Jean Mauvoisin backs up.
Tyran Drenski hopes he is a werewolf and because that would be COOL!!!!
Jean Mauvoisin: I see they scraped the bottom of the barrel when they recruited you.
Colwyn O'Reilly: so... shall we head back to the river and follow it down to see if we can find this wolf?
Randall Breckenridge: right strange...
Colwyn O'Reilly: he was drafted
Billy: I agree, the guy who plays with toys is definitely a little low on the sanity.
Randall Breckenridge: he dont like pens?
Tyran Drenski: Yea, Rocky didn't think it would work either, yes lets go
Colwyn O'Reilly: no testing when you get drafted.
Tyran Drenski puts the pen away
Colwyn O'Reilly: Breck... point? You don't want me tracking anything. I can't find a twinkie in a Hostess factory unless it needs to be given morphine.
Billy: So, we heading back to the river?
Colwyn O'Reilly: well, there's no wolf tracks this way.
Tyran Drenski: Neither can I but I though Billy was the tracker?
Colwyn O'Reilly: Oh, right, Billy's the tracker.
Randall Breckenridge: ah kin lead the way
Billy heads back to the river, following Randall.
Tyran Drenski: follows the rest
Colwyn O'Reilly: well, someone who knows the difference between wolf and elephant tracks should be up front.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Tracking {--2 Untrained} [1d6-2 = 3]
Randall Breckenridge: billy, you track, ill scout
Randall Breckenridge: jest like havin a coon dog
Colwyn O'Reilly: as long as I'm not allowed in front
Billy: Tracking [1d6 = 5]
Colwyn O'Reilly: you ever hunt gator Breck?
Randall Breckenridge: nah, they don like the mountains
Tyran Drenski: I hate to say this but I think we were tracking Jean's boots well unless he is a werewolf.
Colwyn O'Reilly: hmmm.... when we get back to the World you'll have to come down to the Bayou with me and we'll do that.
Colwyn O'Reilly: well, the wolf went into the river.
Billy gets back to the river and heads south along the river, looking for wolf tracks.
Colwyn O'Reilly: so he must have followed the river
Randall Breckenridge: sounds like fun
GM: Notice checks.
Tyran Drenski watches Jean's every move
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [1d6 = 7]
Tyran Drenski: Notice [1d8 = 6]
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6+2 = 4]
Randall Breckenridge: oh my
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): well at least it is a 4
Randall Breckenridge: thinkin bout a gator hunt'
Tyran Drenski: Icecream would be nice right now
GM: No one sees anything unusual. Tyran does notice that Jean moves through the jungle with way more skill and dexterity than he would expect from a 50 year old French guy, but then he has been here for many years.
[w] -> Colwyn O'Reilly: In Colwyn's expert medical opinion, it is kind of strange that Jean is not sweating.
Tyran Drenski: Hey Jean, I have been trying to get into shape what is your secret?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): French Werewolves in Vietnam....sounds like a movie
Tyran Drenski: You seem very fit.
Jean Mauvoisin: lots of sleeping in the jungle and seeing my friends get killed by Viet Minh.
Tyran Drenski Sleeping... huh interesting
Colwyn O'Reilly: yeah, we've been working on both those things Mauvoisin.
Tyran Drenski to Breck: he is very limber for a 50 year old
Jean Mauvoisin: For 15 years?
Randall Breckenridge: p-culiar
Tyran Drenski does math in head and wonders if tonight is the full moon
Mini-Samson: So Billy, any signs of our big dog?
Colwyn O'Reilly: not yet, but if these VC f-ers don't surrender, it might be.
Billy: Not yet.
Jean Mauvoisin: So, those villagers are talking about joining the Viet Minh if you can't kill the dog?
Tyran Drenski: HUH?
Billy: That's the story.
Tyran Drenski: Is that a good or bad thing/
Jean Mauvoisin: That's what Colwyn said, the villagers want to go be Viet Minh because they are afraid of the dog?
Randall Breckenridge: dont know bout killing it, mabbee getting it to move on would be enough. its them VC thats the real problem
Colwyn O'Reilly: yes.
Randall Breckenridge: theys sayin the dog is on their side
Randall Breckenridge: mabbee theys jest tellin a tall one
Tyran Drenski: The villagers are mad at the VC for waking up the wolf wonder how long it has been sleeping
Tyran Drenski: Maybe 15 years ago you heard of this wolf? Any talks about legions?
At this point you have been following the river for about five hundred yards, Billy is scrutinizing the ground.
Jean Mauvoisin: Nope, we did hear some stories about big black tigers though, sure this is not one of them?
Billy: Tracking [1d6 = 10]
Tyran Drenski: Well it is a lost cause finding this wolf thing.
Tyran Drenski: Not sure what have you heard about tigers?
Billy stops and picks up a rifle clip.
Billy: Hmm...AK-47 clip?
GM: Notice checks.
Tyran Drenski: VC?
Jean Mauvoisin: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d10+2 = 15]
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [1d8 = 2]
Tyran Drenski: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 4]
Colwyn O'Reilly is distracted by some monkeys hooting nearby
Billy: Notice [1d10 = 8]
GM: Well, the NPCs are rolling hot.
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6+2 = 11]
Randall, Billy, and Jean look around the area and find an assortment in NVA gear, it looks like a small supply cache.
Colwyn O'Reilly: anything useful?
Billy: Hey pardners, there be some VC around here in need in killin' that's my thoughts.
Tyran Drenski tries speaking to Rocky in chinese...then in vietnamese
Several ammo clips and some tank shells, the tank shells look like the kind of thing used as large anti-personnel booby traps.
Tyran Drenski: Looks like
Tyran Drenski: Um, as your demo expert look for trip wires!
Randall Breckenridge: mabbe we kin blow em up an move on
Tyran Drenski: this looks like a trap waiting to happen
Tyran Drenski: Neepo Wa Chu Rocky?
Colwyn O'Reilly: Yeah, take anything useful and blow the rest... set up an ambush maybe for anyone who comes to investigate
Colwyn O'Reilly: funny how they just leave this stuff laying around in the open
Tyran Drenski: Sound good, any good at fighting Jean?
Jean Mauvoisin: I've fired a rifle once or twice in my life.
Jade Golem shrugs.
Tyran Drenski: Good is there a gun around for you/
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): ahh the ? sometimes does not work.....grgrgrgrgr
GM: He's carrying a bolt-action Lebel, vintage World War I.
Tyran Drenski: Got ammo for that thing?
Jean Mauvoisin: Yeah, some.
Colwyn O'Reilly: well, if you'd like a back up, I'd take one of these AKs.
Tyran Drenski: So were did you get that nice old weapon?
Colwyn O'Reilly: I don't think they make ammo for those anymore
GM: There are no rifles, just clips.
Colwyn O'Reilly: nuts
Tyran Drenski: That is WWI right? 1914-1918 ish. It is a beut
Jean Mauvoisin: I've been carrying it since the I served in the Legion, it was standard issue against the Viet Minh.
Mini-Samson: Hey, you were in the Legion, what country were you originally from?
Jean Mauvoisin: Mother Russia, my family fled during the Bolshevik revolution and settled in France.
Mini-Samson: Cool.
Billy: Bolsheviks?
Colwyn O'Reilly: so why is your name French?
Tyran Drenski: My Father was Russian
Jean Mauvoisin: Because my Russian is horrible and I can't pronounce it right any longer, so when I joined the Legion I changed my name.
Tyran Drenski: Mine is not that great either I am german russian born in america
Hogpile: Right, Drenski, lets blow this pile of crap and see who comes to check it out.
Tyran Drenski: What me to set up claymores?
Colwyn O'Reilly: Sounds like a plan... how are we going to set up the ambush? we don't know which way they'll come from... maybe we should be on the other side of the river?
Tyran Drenski wires the place to blow
Randall Breckenridge: isnt there a trail still?
Tyran Drenski: Tracker which way did they leave?
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): there is? I thought we were following a river.
Billy: Yeah, a bunch of people headed back towards the village from here.
Billy: Those villagers were toting a lot of weapons, maybe this is a supply cache for them?
Tyran Drenski: Okay, Well I say we take great cover and see what happend
Randall Breckenridge: thinkin mabbee they like the VC?
Mini-Samson: I think the villagers are mighty suspicious.
Randall Breckenridge: or blow it and scoot on down the way?
Colwyn O'Reilly: possibly... in which case we could pretty much assume they're VC
Tyran Drenski: I bet they do they just didn't want us to kill um
Hogpile: So wait, if they are VC, does that make the dog on our side?
Colwyn O'Reilly: yeah, I would think so.
Randall Breckenridge: yes
Hogpile: So we get the thing some Alpo and were good to go?
Randall Breckenridge: but what about what the LT said?
Colwyn O'Reilly: Hey Jean, you've been in this area a while. Any scouting on the villagers over there?
Colwyn O'Reilly: are they already siding with the VC?
Tyran Drenski: We should just tell the were wolf good job, it is helping us out
Jean Mauvoisin shrugs.
Colwyn O'Reilly: I think you're right Drenski. Let's blow this and see if anyone comes. If they don't, then we can move on to our actual mission.
Jean Mauvoisin: It's kind of hard for me to tell which side people are on, I generally go with the theory that anyone who speaks French is trustworthy because they defintiely are not a local.
Jean Mauvoisin: Or maybe German, except I never know when a Nazi might show up.
Randall Breckenridge: seen least one o them
Tyran Drenski: Works for me less VC the better, the VC are distroying thier own land and distoring the room
Colwyn O'Reilly: well, I'm glad I speak French.
Tyran Drenski at the word Nazi Tyran flinched so hard he almost fell over.
Colwyn O'Reilly: you trust Nazis? interesting. Ever meet a guy named Eichmann?
Tyran Drenski flinches again...like lightning hit him
Randall Breckenridge: Tyran, you ok? Need to set a spell and cool off? You lookin a bit peeked
Jean Mauvoisin: Nah, I despise damnable Nazis.
Tyran Drenski nearly hugs Jean
Jean Mauvoisin: And if you mean Doctor Franz Eichmann...
Jean Mauvoisin shoves Drenski away.
Tyran Drenski: I hate Nazi (head nearly sets on fire)
Colwyn O'Reilly: Ah, I was confused there, since you were talking about le Resistance
Colwyn O'Reilly: so... we going to blow this thing?
Billy: Absolutely.
Randall Breckenridge: sounds right to me
Tyran Drenski just mutters about killing Nazi's
Hogpile: Let's blow it up, it's contraband and might attract some people who need to be shot.
Tyran Drenski: Okay get back and find good cover I am good at my job
Mini-Samson: Umm...technically, we don't know if the villagers are VC or not.
Tyran Drenski: just take cover
Colwyn O'Reilly takes cover
Colwyn O'Reilly: Breck, watch our backs, just in case
Mini-Samson takes cover.
Hogpile takes cover.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Actually, Samson, you watch our backs.
Billy takes cover and gets ready to shoot things.
Tyran Drenski as soon as everyone is in good cover and Hogpile gives the single CALLBOLLEEWW
Randall Breckenridge takes cover, overwatch, and 5
Jean Mauvoisin sits by the side of the river and watches everyone else.
Tyran Drenski: Rocky he is not taking cover...he must be unkillable
Tyran Drenski big blast
GM: Knowledge Demo time.
Tyran Drenski: Kn (Demo) [1d8 = 15]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): yea all will live
Randall Breckenridge: woo wee
Drenski makes a confined blast explosion that wipes out the entire cache of supplies without so much as causing a single errant bullet or piece of debris.
Randall Breckenridge: did he make a little bunny out of plastique?
Of course, it does wipe out about a ten foot diameter section of the jungle and you have just announced to everyone in a ten mile radius that "Drenski iz here!"
Colwyn O'Reilly: he folded it into a monkey
Tyran Drenski: I am good at my job!!! (smiles)
Colwyn O'Reilly: now we wait...
Tyran Drenski: Hey hog you needed a landing site right?
Hogpile: Well, good to know that if I get shot again we have an Evac spot.
About twenty minutes pass...
GM: Notice checks
Tyran Drenski: So Jean how do you fell about the VC?
Tyran Drenski: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 3]
Colwyn O'Reilly: and drenski can make it bigger
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [1d6 = 10]
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 13]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): I am too proud of my demo
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Randall Breckenridge: you just had to one up me
Jean Mauvoisin: Viet Minh are like Bolsheviks, but barbaric and villanous, they should all be wiped out.
Tyran Drenski: I think we can be friends, glad to have you!
[w] Randall Breckenridge -> Colwyn O'Reilly: well now, caint let you cajuns outdo us mountian folk
Tyran Drenski: So were are these VC?
Colwyn and Randall see a group of twenty or so villagers moving towards the explosion site. They are moving as four squads, slowly and providing covering arcs for each other as they stalk through the jungle. These are not simple villagers.
Tyran Drenski: I bet the village wanted us to kill the wolf so they can be free to kill us.
Billy: I'm big on just shooting people.
Randall Breckenridge: lookin bad fer them village people
Tyran Drenski: Me too!
Mini-Samson: I'm with Billy with that one.
Tyran Drenski: sneak attack?
Colwyn O'Reilly: Alright, let's let them get closer, we'll have Drenski fire on the rear squad and we'll cut down the rest when they turn around
Tyran Drenski: Jean if you want to turn into a wolf and kill lots we won't hurt you
Jean Mauvoisin looks at Drenski, both eyebrows shoot up
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly: *pokes* command presence
Jean Mauvoisin: You are a sad, strange little man.
Tyran Drenski: It's cool really
Colwyn O'Reilly: I don't recommend close combat with Drenski around, Jean
The villagers move steadily closer.
GM: How close are you letting them get?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): buzz lightyear...
Colwyn O'Reilly: how far can Drenski shoot?
Colwyn O'Reilly: so the first squad is in rifle range
Tyran Drenski: As soon as they are in my range
Tyran Drenski: Shooting: M79 G. Launch [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 2]
Tyran Drenski is using a benny
Colwyn O'Reilly facepalms
Tyran Drenski: Shooting: M79 G. Launch (Marksman +2) [1d8+2 = 7]
Tyran Drenski: M79 G. Launch damage (Thumper God +2) [3d6+2 = 14]
Tyran Drenski: willy pete
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): ummm did I kill anything??
Randall Breckenridge: ah, it is getting late...
Drenski launches a grenade into the squad at the end of the group. It explodes and detonates most of the squad. The other VC take cover and hug the ground.
Billy: Yee haw!
Billy opens fire.
Hogpile lays down suppressing fire with the M60.
Jean Mauvoisin: Shooting [1d8 = 19]
Jean Mauvoisin: Lebel damage [2d6 = 19]
Tyran Drenski one squad down, three to go. you guys have six rounds to match my kills
Jean Mauvoisin puts a bullet through the village headman and the guy nearest to him.
Randall Breckenridge: ahm fine with watchin the show...
Mini-Samson throws a grenade at the nearest squad.
Randall Breckenridge: oh, they that close?
GM: Not really, he's just excited.
NVA Regular: Shooting [1] [1d8 = 3]
NVA Regular: Shooting [2] [1d8 = 10]
NVA Regular: Shooting [3] [1d8 = 4]
NVA Regular: Shooting [4] [1d8 = 3]
NVA Regular: Shooting [5] [1d8 = 6]
NVA Regular: Shooting [6] [1d8 = 10]
NVA Regular: Shooting [7] [1d8 = 13]
NVA Regular: Shooting [8] [1d8 = 5]
NVA Regular: Shooting [9] [1d8 = 2]
NVA Regular: Shooting [10] [1d8 = 4]
NVA Regular: Shooting [11] [1d8 = 7]
NVA Regular: Shooting [12] [1d8 = 6]
NVA Regular: AK-47 damage [2d8+1 = 5]
NVA Regular: AK-47 damage [2d8+1 = 10]
NVA Regular: AK-47 damage [2d8+1 = 7]
GM: D8 [1d8 = 3]
GM: D8 [1d8 = 7]
Hogpile: Damn it!
Hogpile: Medic!
Colwyn O'Reilly: sonofabitch. why do they even give me a gun?
Evidently the only one they can hit and injure is Hogpile. A bullet glances off Mini-Samson's helmet and another one hits Randall's pecs and bounces off.
GM: Healing check for Colwyn on Hogpile.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Healing (Medic) {--2 Medic} [1d6 = 7]
Colwyn O'Reilly: med kit usage [1d4 = 2]
Hogpile gets another purple heart for that one.
Colwyn O'Reilly: what is that now, Hog... seven?
Hogpile: Man, that makes five. If women like scars I'm irresistable.
The villagers fall back towards the village.
Colwyn O'Reilly apparently you are to vietnamese hookers
Tyran Drenski: Vampires!
Colwyn O'Reilly: damn, the ploy to get them to come this way didn't work
American artillery pounds the area around the village, leaving it a large crater.
Colwyn O'Reilly: sweet. how'd they know to do that?
RangerRichard: Hey guys, I got off the phone and then I read this book.
Randall Breckenridge: forward observer for grunts?
RangerRichard shows everyone a copy of "Forward Observer Basics 101."
RangerRichard: I thought it would be useful for ending the session in a timely manner.
Randall Breckenridge: indeedy
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): DM cheese!
Billy: Well pardners that's a big set of fireworks over there.
Tyran Drenski: Yeah!
TADM: DM Cheese tastes great!
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): nutritious and delicious! now in moldy bleu cheese flavour!
GM: On that note, we will pick up next week, in the mean time, everyone gets two XP.
GM: Drenski Promotion Roll: D8 [1d8 = 5]
GM: O'Reilly Promotion Roll: D8 [1d8 = 23]
Campaign saved.