Chat log started at 19.11.2009 / 19:09:44

Savage Worlds Ruleset for Fantasy Grounds II
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Colwyn O'Reilly: but i am here!!! Rar!!! Hear me heal!
Colwyn O'Reilly: *does the box of bandaids box dance*
Colwyn O'Reilly: I run around in circle
Colwyn O'Reilly: he's over there
Colwyn O'Reilly runs around
GM: You become exhausted from the weight of your gear, the heat, and the humidity. Suffer 1 fatigue level.
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly: oh no, that sucks
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Colwyn O'Reilly: O'Reilly yo
Colwyn O'Reilly: M26 Grenade damage [3d6 = 4]
Colwyn O'Reilly: [1d20 = 7]
Colwyn O'Reilly: yo
Colwyn O'Reilly: i magic missle the darkness
Colwyn O'Reilly: Colt 1911 damage [2d6+1 = 9]
Tyran Drenski: I shoot at the target
Tyran Drenski: Here
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Tyran Drenski: Drenski yo
Tyran Drenski: HOOAH!
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Tyran Drenski: yo
Colwyn O'Reilly: HOO AH
Colwyn O'Reilly: ya'll oughta bring yer guns witchyadidya?
Tyran Drenski: You are a weird one arn't ya. From Kansas???
Colwyn O'Reilly: leweeseeyana
Tyran Drenski just blinks
Tyran Drenski: American?
Colwyn O'Reilly gives first aid to wounded monkeys
Tyran Drenski throws large grenades at prairie dogs and saves many small children.
[w] Corbin Phoenix: I have a Pace of d10 instead of d6... Fleet Footed. Of course I probably have to drop a shit load of gear to be able to do that.
Randall Breckenridge: Ahm riddy to git some shootin on
Colwyn O'Reilly: POV to DFAC for PIECR with your MEFU
Tyran Drenski: lets start humping to to the LZ for some BIVACing
[w] Corbin Phoenix: I need -1 Benny per session
Corbin Phoenix is using a benny
John: hm
Valeroth (Corbin Phoenix): I'm a ready!
Tyran Drenski: to sink?
Corbin Phoenix: To Rock!
Tyran Drenski: also there is the wild factor too
Corbin Phoenix: Which edge is it that you have Tyran?
Tyran Drenski: thumper king
Corbin Phoenix: cool
TADM: Okay, everyone ready?
Corbin Phoenix: Yes
Randall Breckenridge: ok
Valeroth (Corbin Phoenix): WAR... What is it good for?
Randall Breckenridge: hey y'all
Welcome to the Republic of Vietnam soldier. We're here to support the South Vietnamese against a Communist guerilla movement sponsored by the North Vietnamese Government and the Chinese.
Corbin Phoenix: Howdy
We have a lot of advantages over the French, who were pretty soundly thrashed about 11 years ago. The big one being helicopters, they are instrumental in our work here and life is a lot better for us. Don't let that get you cocky though, we are up against some experienced and cagey foes.
Right now we are deployed into the I Corps area, which is pretty heavily populated and also just south of the DMZ. These units are taking over for the Marines who landed in Da Nang earlier in the year. The Marines are going to be around for a while, and we have even integrated a few of them into these units to help you new guys out.
If you run into any Civilian types or soldiers out in the boonies running around without unit designations, refer them to your CO, there are a lot of CIA paramilitary spooks running around, and they have an agenda all their own.
One last important thing to mention, watch out for the ARVNs. Those are South Vietnamese army soldiers. They are nice guys, but pretty useless in a firefight. Don't trust them to watch your flank.
Randall Breckenridge: I kin second that one
Corbin Phoenix: I look at the person speaking... does he have a name tag, and a rank insignia?
Randall Breckenridge: Bout as useful as a rat dawg
GM: He is an O-2, with the name "Sanders" on his tag. He is an Army Officer based on his uniform.
Valeroth (Corbin Phoenix): O2, 2nd Lt in the army right?
Tyran Drenski: 1st lt
Tyran Drenski: silver bar
Deployment Officer Fred: Okay, you soldiers are assigned to the 4th Infantry Division, 1st Brigade. You will be based out of Dak To.
Colwyn O'Reilly: So where are we now?
Deployment Officer Fred: First you get to take a chopper flight there. You will be reporting to Sergeant Almareth's squad, under the command of 2nd Lt Harbin.
Deployment Officer Fred: Right now you are in Da Nang.
Colwyn O'Reilly: goin' to da buttahbah.... when do wah deploy?
Colwyn O'Reilly: sir
[w] Corbin Phoenix: Do I have a map of the country?
[w] -> Corbin Phoenix: Phoenix Yes, but I don't have the image loaded in yet
Corbin Phoenix: Sir, can I get the coordinates for Dak To, lattitude and longitude?
Deployment Officer Fred: I don't have that information off the top of my head. Ask one of the pilots around here.
Corbin Phoenix: When we board to head out I ask the helicopter pilot the coordinates
Corbin Phoenix: When do we head out?
Deployment Officer Fred: Okay, your flight is over on the tarmac there (he gestures to a group of choppers).
Deployment Officer Fred: They aren't going to wait all day, so get yourselves in gear and get over there.
Deployment Officer Fred: Oh, and welcome to 'Nam.
Tyran Drenski: Let's move out
Colwyn O'Reilly: welcome to the suck
Randall Breckenridge Boards and ask the pilot where Dak To is relative to Da Nang
Tyran Drenski tyran boards and grumbles
Colwyn O'Reilly boards the bird and sits
Colwyn O'Reilly lights a lucky strike
Corbin Phoenix grabs his gear and board the chopper
Corbin Phoenix: Pilot, hello... How's it doing? (name/rank on his uniform?)
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): a/s/l?
Randall Breckenridge: Sounds nice. Might be a little like home. Except for the jungle and Viet Cong.
Corbin Phoenix: Okay ready to go...
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: Welcome to 'Nam gentlemen. We are going to have a nice short trip over to Dak To.
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: (revs up the engines now that everyone is on board)
Colwyn O'Reilly: thank you sir
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: I've been here for a couple years already, kind of like the people. Anyway, if you can yell over the engines, feel free to ask questions.
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: (chopper takes off)
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: (nods to Randall) Hey Marine, they talk you into a second run out here or you one of the lucky ones who was picked?
Randall Breckenridge: Ah reckon I liked it enuff to do a bit more
Captain Wildcat Barnowe (shouting over engines): I like you Marine, a man after my own heart.
Captain Wildcat Barnowe (shouting over engines): Yeah, so this is going to be about a 160 klick ride, take us a couple hours. Hope you can get comfortable here.
Corbin Phoenix: Mind if I sit up in the co-pilot seat for the trip?
Captain Barnowe, is indeed, a Captain (O-3)
Corbin Phoenix: I'd love to see how these things operate.
Captain Wildcat Barnowe (shouting over engines): Sure thing trooper, sit down. What's your name, where you from?
Corbin Phoenix: Private Phoenix from Cortland, Nebraska, sir.
Captain Wildcat Barnowe (shouting over engines): Nebraska I've heard of, Cortland, not really.
Corbin Phoenix: It's a small town...
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: I see. Well don't take this the wrong way, but you seem a bit runty to haul around a prick-25.
Colwyn O'Reilly: your name pulled outta hat too phoenix?
Corbin Phoenix: About an hour south of Lincoln
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: That's quite the accent there Private O'Reilly, from the name and accent I'd guess 100% Irish there.
Corbin Phoenix: Heh.... I thought I'd join the Air Force to avoid the front lines... avoid being drafted into the infantry... and this is what I got.
Corbin Phoenix: Just my luck I guess
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: (laughs)
Colwyn O'Reilly: ya'll right here in this spot o' trouble with us groundpounders then.
Corbin Phoenix: So where's everyone from?
Tyran Drenski: i'm here to cause as much trouble as I can.
Tyran Drenski: Tucson, Az
Colwyn O'Reilly: houma, leweeseeanah... but me folks are from Ahreland.
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: Tucson, I did some flying shows there when I was a civvie.
Corbin Phoenix: What about you big fella? Where you from? Private (looks over) Breckenridge?
Tyran Drenski: most people don't like the heat, I hate cold
Randall Breckenridge: Ahm from jest outside Dahlonega, Georgia.
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: He's a big man. (nods to Breckinridge)
Randall Breckenridge: Theres some bigger yet in those hills.
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: So you guys know where your being posted in Dak To yet?
Corbin Phoenix: No idea... just arrived in country today.
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: 1st Brigade saw some fighting earlier, I'm sure they'll like the help.
Colwyn O'Reilly: That's who we're with
Colwyn O'Reilly: with Almareth
Tyran Drenski: Ya I was told the 4ID 1st brigadw as well
Corbin Phoenix: Is there that much fighting this far south of the Demarction line?
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: Sergeant Almareth? Sheesh, don't know whether to think you're lucky or cursed.
Tyran Drenski: why you say that?
Randall Breckenridge: Ah hear theres a bit o ruckus startin there
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: Yeah, well, about fighting south of the Demarcation line, don't know what they tell you back home, but Charlie has a lot of friends around here. Never can be sure where they are hiding or what they are going to hit next.
Colwyn O'Reilly: how fah south ha'e they been hittin'?
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: Few weeks ago a decent force hit An Loc, just north of Saigon. They were wiped out, but still dangerous for Charlies to be hitting that far south.
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: Never quite sure where Charlie will show up, so keep an eye ready for them.
Tyran Drenski: hooah sir
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: So anyway, Sergeant Almareth is an interesting character, I'm sure you'll figure that out soon enough.
Randall Breckenridge: Is he regular army?
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: Great soldier for an Army grunt, can pull his squad out of a hornet's nest that would kill lesser men. But at the same time, his squad seems to suffer about a 50% casualty rate.
Corbin Phoenix sighs.
Randall Breckenridge: Sounds like he might rate Marine one day. Sounds jest fine.
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: Rumor mill surrounds that man. He keeps a low profile, but you hear stories of his squad being hit by a company of NVA regulars and when the smoke clears, it's the USA still standing.
Randall Breckenridge: What don kill ya, makes ya stronger.
Colwyn O'Reilly: ah'd rathah it's us still standin' then those buggers
Corbin Phoenix: Good... I'm going to need to be a heck of alot stronger to carry all this freaking gear.
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: Right there Breckinridge, that's a good Nietzche quote for you. You ever read Nietzche?
Tyran Drenski: sounds like the medic will be busy
Corbin Phoenix (mutters to self): I mean seriously... How and the hell am I supposed to carry all this?
Randall Breckenridge: Youll toughen up fine, get good an wiry. Mabbee even plum mean.
Tyran Drenski: nieettch?
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: Nietzche, german philosopher. Had to suffer through it for a college class. Probably best stuff I read in that class though. Ugh.
Randall Breckenridge: Ah, never did get that far in schoolin. Had to hep my pappy.
Colwyn O'Reilly: ne'er did make aht teh college
Captain Wildcat Barnow: Don't really recommend it myself, waste of time for the most part.
Tyran Drenski: college was for those avoiding the draft, no me want to be over here.
Randall Breckenridge: He taught me lots o useful stuff I'm usin now, thats for dang sure.
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: Well, we are coming in to Dak To in a few minutes. Any questions you have for ol' Wildcat?
Corbin Phoenix shakes head.
Colwyn O'Reilly lights a smoke
Colwyn O'Reilly: nah... good luck to ye
Tyran Drenski shrugs
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: You too Irishman, good luck to you all.
The Helicopter lands on a pad.
Randall Breckenridge: Thanks for the lift, sir.
Tyran Drenski: Haven't been here long enough to know what to ask. Thanks Cap
Several soldiers run over and begin unloading cargo.
Corbin Phoenix steps out looks around.
Captain Wildcat Barnowe: (salutes the group as he powers down the chopper)
Valeroth (Corbin Phoenix): returns salute.
Tyran Drenski steps out and cringes at the humidity
Corbin Phoenix returns salute.
Randall Breckenridge salutes in return
Tyran Drenski returns salute
Colwyn O'Reilly returns salute
Colwyn O'Reilly grabs his pack and jumps out
John (Randall Breckenridge): are we at an airstrip? Did we fly over the "town" approaching it?
Corbin Phoenix: reaches back in for his pack and struggels to pull it out
Colwyn O'Reilly: whaht a craphole.
Dak To is a pretty populated area. There is a US military compound outside the scattered buildings and huts that make up the "town."
Tyran Drenski grabs his stuff and nearly falls over
Randall Breckenridge: Well, its bigger n Dahlonega, thats fer sure. Maybe even bigger n Gainesville.
Corbin Phoenix: Certainly bigger than Cortland
Tyran Drenski: So where's this SGT, I just want a hot A and a cot
Corbin Phoenix: I ask a nearby soldier where we should report to Sgt Almareth at...
Colwyn O'Reilly: no welcomin' pahtay?
Tyran Drenski: nope not ireland
Randall Breckenridge: tin canh?
Corbin Phoenix: Any nearby soldiers we can ask for directions
John (Randall Breckenridge): as we flew in could we see the copound to head to?
Colwyn O'Reilly: maybe the guys unloahdin teh bahrd know?
Valeroth (Corbin Phoenix): Did we lose our GM?
Corbin Phoenix: Vietnam is a dangerous place... survial rates for GM's is only 2 hours.
Tyran Drenski rolls on the ground
Randall Breckenridge: Ah reckon thats from handlin so many bad guys
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): okay, who's getting promoted to the job?
Okay, the Vietnamese spelling is Tan Canh.
Soldier: New recruits? Good to see you.
Private Jenkins: Hey guys, want to help with these prick-25 batteries?
Corbin Phoenix: Uh... I'd love to... but I'm actually carrying a prick-25 and battery already.
Tyran Drenski: yeah, I love to blow things up but this stuff is heavy.
Soldier: If you are new, report over to sergeant Donegal's "office" - it's the tent at the south end of the runway over there.
Tyran Drenski: oh you want me to carry them
Randall Breckenridge: hey, ah kin hep you. Lemme grab some
Tyran Drenski swears under breath
Corbin Phoenix: Sounds good... thanks. I pick up my stuff and start heading toward the south end of the runway.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Only if I can give you a bag to lighten my load
Soldier: Thanks Marine. Knew you Jarheads were good for some heavy lifting.
Randall Breckenridge Rand grabs 4 or 6, whatever we can hold
Randall Breckenridge: he
Tyran Drenski help
Colwyn O'Reilly follows phoenix
Tyran Drenski helps kin
Private Jenkins: Nah, you recruits can just lug your stuff around, we'll make it easy on you for day one.
A lean Sergeant in his early thirties walks over the to group. He has thick sandy hair, unlike the normal crew cuts that everyone else has been sporting.
Corbin Phoenix: Reporting for Duty sir! Airman Phoenix, Forward Observer.
Tyran Drenski: SGT new recuits report sgt
Sergeant Donegal: Welcome to 'Nam soldiers. Hand over your billeting papers and let's get you settled before the afternoon heat kicks in.
Corbin Phoenix digs out his papers and hands them over.
Randall Breckenridge: Here you are, Sgt
[w] Tyran Drenski -> Corbin Phoenix: Phoenix thats a sgt not officer lol
Sergeant Donegal: By the way, the weather forecast today is, 'really damn hot' if you are wondering.
[w] Corbin Phoenix: True... Used to calling anyone of higher rank sir.
Colwyn O'Reilly hands over his papers
Colwyn O'Reilly: a bit damp as well, sah?
Tyran Drenski grunts and finds his papers that are in a ball.
Randall Breckenridge: Its a alot drier an cooler here than the coast, anyways...
[w] Corbin Phoenix -> Tyran Drenski: True... Used to calling anyone of higher rank sir... though it's better for just officers.
Tyran Drenski: I like heat but this wet air can leave
[w] Corbin Phoenix -> Tyran Drenski: I've been out now for like 11 years... I'm a bit rusty.
Sergeant Donegal: That it is Marine. Still bloody damn hot compared to my home in Oregon.
Sergeant Donegal: (looks over billeting papers, gives Tyran a funny look at the balled up billeting papers)\
Colwyn O'Reilly: excuse me, sahrge
Randall Breckenridge: Ah reckon so Sgt.
[w] Tyran Drenski -> Corbin Phoenix: Phoenix that will get you in huge trouble
[w] Tyran Drenski -> Corbin Phoenix: Phoenix i've been out for less that a year
[w] Corbin Phoenix -> Tyran Drenski: YOu got out just before the wedding right?
Sergeant Donegal: 2nd Lt Harbin's Platoon eh? They are down a bunch of men, so they'll be happy to have you.
[w] Tyran Drenski: yep in june. I'm happy for it.
Sergeant Donegal: (gives you directions to where you are supposed to report)
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly: nessie is still learning how to use whispers
Randall Breckenridge: Thanks Sgt.
[w] Tyran Drenski -> Corbin Phoenix: Phoenix yep in june. I'm so happy
Colwyn O'Reilly: thank ya, sarge
Tyran Drenski: Thanks serg
Corbin Phoenix nods.
Sergeant Donegal: Good luck soldiers.
Corbin Phoenix Thanks sarge, guess we'll head over there now.
Colwyn O'Reilly: mebbe they ha'e some grub
Tyran Drenski: Need me a hot A haven't eaten in an hour
Randall Breckenridge takes a look around
Sergeant Donegal: (heads back towards the supply tent)
Colwyn O'Reilly heads to where donegal sent us
Tyran Drenski follow Colwyn
Soldier: Hey there FNGs, you lost?
Corbin Phoenix follows Colwyn.
Corbin Phoenix: FNG?
Tyran Drenski: Negitive
Tyran Drenski: Funkin new guys
Soldier: Okay, carry on then.
[w] Randall Breckenridge: signs of fighting? Signs that the troops here are ready for action, or lounging?
[w] -> Randall Breckenridge: Breckenridge Lots of lounging around it looks. Although you can tell that the lounging is relatively new. Looks like they had some heavy fighting earlier, maybe in the last week.
Valeroth (Corbin Phoenix): Whoops I had my volume turned all the way down somehow... so if anyone said anything in the last hour I missed it.
[w] -> Randall Breckenridge: Breckenridge It seems like a pretty disciplined group, although they are slacking a little, perhaps because of the new "lounging" look.
You spot a really young looking butterbar speaking to a couple sergeants. A glance at the uniform indicates that this is 2nd Lt. Harbin, your platoon leader.
Randall Breckenridge: looks like you boys had a little action a bit ago?
Tyran Drenski hopes Colwyn finds food
Corbin Phoenix waits nearby until they are all finished speaking.
Soldier: Aye, a fair bit. Took some casualties. Wiped out a lot more of them than us.
Tyran Drenski stands at attention hoping to get noticed
Randall Breckenridge: yeah, but theres lots more o them willin to die, it seems. And we kin hep them with that, anyways.
From the looks of Harbin, you would guess that he has been out of West Point (or ROTC) long enough for the initial shine to dull by 2% since his arrival in Vietnam. Which means he might have been on an earlier chopper flight today.
2nd Lt. Harbin: Soldiers. (salutes)
Corbin Phoenix salutes.
Randall Breckenridge returns salute
Colwyn O'Reilly salutes
Corbin Phoenix: Sir, reporting for duty.
Tyran Drenski salutes
Colwyn O'Reilly: reporting, sah
Randall Breckenridge: Sir, Private Breckenridge reporting, sir.
Tyran Drenski: Sir Private Drenski reporting for duty sir
Corbin Phoenix: Private Phoenix reporting.
2nd Lt. Harbin: Excellent, hand over your orders soldiers and we will get you squared away.
Corbin Phoenix hands over his orders.
Randall Breckenridge hands over orders
2nd Lt. Harbin: (reads over orders while everyone stands at attention)
Tyran Drenski hands over orders
2nd Lt. Harbin: Normally you would hand these in to Captain Tomkins, but he is out on patrol right now. Tomkins is the company CO. 1st Lt Roznewski is the XO.
2nd Lt. Harbin: You are going to be in Sergeant Almareth's squad. He is currently out in Tan Canh. The mess tent is five over. At ease and get yourselves something to eat. Sergeant Almareth should be back by the time you are done eating and he'll get you squared away with lodgings.
2nd Lt. Harbin: Dismissed.
Tyran Drenski: sir yes sir
2nd Lt. Harbin: (turns his attention to a map of the area)
Colwyn O'Reilly: yes sah
Colwyn O'Reilly heads for grub
Corbin Phoenix: yes sir.
Randall Breckenridge heads for mess tent
Corbin Phoenix heads for the mess tent.
Tyran Drenski takes a step back and nearly runs to the mess tent
Corbin Phoenix: wait... do we have some place to put all our gear before we eat?
Tyran Drenski: How are we going to eat with our duffel and our ruck?
Tyran Drenski: yeah where is our bunk
Private Jenkins: Hey guys, your bunks are over here. Drop your gear and head over for chow.
Colwyn O'Reilly: we're getting squar'd away when Almareth returns
Randall Breckenridge: I'm hopin theres some chicken I'm smellin
Randall Breckenridge: Thanks Jenkins
Colwyn O'Reilly: aht least it's some kinda meat
Corbin Phoenix: Thanks Jenkis... I do just that.
Private Jenkins: (directs you to some tents nearby)
Colwyn O'Reilly: thanks Jenkins
Tyran Drenski: hooah jerkins
Colwyn O'Reilly drops off gear at bunk and then heads for chow
Private Jenkins: Oh, and it is best to assume that it is some type of meat, it might just smell like chicken.
Randall Breckenridge: is it breaded? Like real meat?
After dropping off your gear, the group heads over to the mess tent and enjoys some...delicious...army food.
Tyran Drenski: I don't care right now, it's later that worries me.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): as long as it's not in the cans still
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): do we have to make sanity checks from eating the food?
Corbin Phoenix: Guts [1d6 = 5]
John (Randall Breckenridge): vigor checks
Colwyn O'Reilly: Guts [1d6 = 5]
Randall Breckenridge: Vigor [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 1]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): it's army food "it looks like muddy water and tastes like turpintine"
Randall Breckenridge: Ah don feel quite raht...
Corbin Phoenix: You okay Randall... you don't look so good.
TADM: Army food clearly defeats the Marine digestive tract.
Colwyn O'Reilly: maybe he needs medahcal attenshun
Tyran Drenski: medic we have rashin poisin
Randall Breckenridge: Ah think the ride shook somethin loose. Ahl be back
About halfway through the meal a Sergeant walks in. He is a thin, wiry man with black hair that is just at the edge of being regulation legal. Unlike everyone else you have seen, he is wearing a head cap instead of a steel helmet.
Sergeant Almareth: Hello soldiers, and Marine. You must be the new members of the squad.
Colwyn O'Reilly: who is this sergeant?
Colwyn O'Reilly: ys, sergeant
Corbin Phoenix: Hello Sergeant!
John (Randall Breckenridge): our squad leader
Tyran Drenski: Hoosh Sgt
As a matter of fact, now that he is closer, you realize that just about everything on him is "the bleeding edge" of regulation legal.
Tyran Drenski: Got into some trouble SGT?
Sergeant Almareth: Nothing unusual.
Sergeant Almareth: Well, let me cover a few of the basics around here, then direct you to the showers and get some shut-eye.
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Tyran Drenski: Drenski apparently you need a shower
Sergeant Almareth: You get us back up to a full strength squad. The rest of the squad just ended a patrol that saw us take on a company of VC. Four guys didn't make it back. Pay attention to the guys that did and I hope you have better luck.
[w] Tyran Drenski -> Colwyn O'Reilly: O'Reilly you just don't know what a real hard working man smells like
Randall Breckenridge: Aye aye sgt
Tyran Drenski: hooah sgt
Colwyn O'Reilly: yes sgt
Sergeant Almareth: We'll cover the rest of the details in the morning. Report to the mess tent at 0600 and you can meet the other five members of the squad. Trust me, we'll have orders in the morning.
Tyran Drenski: hooah sgt
Corbin Phoenix nods.
TADM: Okay, so that is 0545 for everyone...got it?
[w] Tyran Drenski: to let you know no PT (physical training) in the "Field" and the "Field" is a no salute area. Officers are high targeted and that singles them out....
You wake up the next morning and head over to the mess tent to have some breakfast.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): Is it real food or Stuff Posing As Meat?
There are six people already eating in the mess tent, Sergeant Almareth is not among them.
TADM: stuff posing as meat
Randall Breckenridge: ahm so hungry ahm bout ready to cave in
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): it looks like muddy water and tastes like turpintine....the chicken got off the table and starting marking time...
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Marking time is marching
E-2 Smith: You must be the FNG's
Randall Breckenridge: Yes indeed, we are the Fine New Gentleman
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): that's a little scary... they told me it was pork sausage...
Randall Breckenridge: ew, maybe they can out this stuf back in the horse it came outta
Colwyn O'Reilly: Yep
Tyran Drenski: Yes, and hungry Smith
E-2 Alberts: Yeah, looks like HQ at least told them it was 4 quarts of water and not 2 like they were giving us for the last three months.
E-2 Smith: Chow's over there, the wait service is "do it yourself"
Tyran Drenski: are the eggs always this runny??
E-2 Smith: That's the pancake syrup
Colwyn O'Reilly chuckles
Tyran Drenski: Okay, is pancake syrup always this yellow?
E-2 Smith: (starts to say something and gets silenced by the corporal)
Tyran Drenski looks disgusted
Randall Breckenridge: Ah think I may be doin some huntin later...
Tyran Drenski: Yeah, me too. They say breakfast is the same every morning maybe after awhile you forget what real food taste like.
Corporal Withers: Let's get some introductions in order. I am Corporal Withers. The guy next to me with his nose in a book is called "Bookworm" he's also the other demo guy. The big Iowa farm boy next to him is "Hogpile" he's our MG operator. The weasely guy next to him is Alberts, and the foul mouthed guy at the end is Smith.
E-3 Hogpile: Nice to meet ya!
E-2 Alberts: Hey there.
Randall Breckenridge: Good meetin you boys
Tyran Drenski: Howdee, I'm Drenski.
E-2 Smith: I give the FNGs a week. The Marine will be fine.
Colwyn O'Reilly: mornin' ya'll
Randall Breckenridge: Ahm Randall Breckinridge. Call me Rand.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Our life expectancy is a whole week?
Tyran Drenski: Better than I thought... with the food like it is.
Corporal Withers: Rand, you're 2/4? So you boys were in the Starlite op a couple weeks ago?
Randall Breckenridge: Yes indeed.
E-2 Alberts: Don't you worry, I can get you hooked up with decent food, just slide some cash my way....
[w] Tyran Drenski: people earn nicknames and are not allow to give there own. they should tease Rand
Randall Breckenridge: Co H saw a lot of action. My company had it a bit quieter. Chased a few skulkers thru the bush.
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: Drenski They are going on the theory that a Marine can pick his own nickname. Plus he has been here for 1 tour already. Otherwise, yes.
Tyran Drenski: Sold on the real food, cookies, jerky, cake?
E-3 Hogpile: If'n you don't mind the smell, the locals make up some pretty decent grub.
Ranger Richard: hello,
[w] Tyran Drenski: mine will be something like fatty he's always hungry
Ranger Richard: what was starlite op
Corporal Withers: I'll let the Marine cover that if he wants to. I wasn't there.
Randall Breckenridge: My co landed in the bush along wi two others. Mo marines landed from the sea
Randall Breckenridge: We were to clean out a whole nest o bad'uns gettin ready to attack the base.
Randall Breckenridge: Co H was caught up in some bunkers disguised as huts
Randall Breckenridge: They had several heroes outta that one, and a few dead ones too.
Randall Breckenridge: But they cleaned em out.
Randall Breckenridge: My company chased a few, and dropped a mess of arty on a group of them.
Tyran Drenski: Hooah like me some explosions.
Randall Breckenridge: After that, all we saw was them runnin seven ways to Sunday
Colwyn O'Reilly crosses himself and says a silent prayer at the mention of fallen soldiers
Ranger Richard: sounds liek exciting stuff!
Corporal Withers: Well, what I heard it was a good op all around, which we kind of need.
Tyran Drenski: They ways people been taling here will be see that stuff soon.
Corporal Withers: The ARVNs are not worth much in a fight, and have been getting stomped for the last couple years. VC owns a lot of the countryside right now.
Colwyn O'Reilly: yeah, we should be in the suck pretty soon
Corporal Withers: Sarge give you guys a rundown of the area much when you arrived yesterday. or you need me to hit up the basics?
Colwyn O'Reilly: only what we saw flyin in
Randall Breckenridge: My pappy'd say those ARVN not much hand for work like killing rattlesnakes
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): Paxton Stoutmane translates
Corporal Withers: Well, Sarge is a bit tight-lipped, so I'll go over things for you.
Tyran Drenski: I know where my cot is, the mess tent, and the latrine I'm good.
Randall Breckenridge: Yeah, lets hear it
Corporal Withers: Dak To is a small village in the Kon Tum province. It is slightly north of the Vietnamese town of Tan Canh (Tin Can to GIs) It is an area with lush forest and deep valleys. The total population of Dak To and Tan Canh is about 15,000. It is off a major branch of the Ho Chih Minh trail.
Corporal Withers: The local population of Dak To is mostly Montagnard (French for “mountain people”) belonging to the Degar tribe. There are 30 or so Degar tribes in the area. Close to half of them are protestant while 20% are Catholic. The remaining 30% still stick with their animist origins.
Randall Breckenridge: Ah here they got pheasant in th hills round here. Wonder when we can check that out...
Corporal Withers: The Degar do not really get along with any Vietnamese and want autonomy for their people. They are strong supporters of the US and good fighters, although they will occasionally whack an ARVN patrol. Mostly because the Degar determine who the enemy is by their accent.
Randall Breckenridge: I hope they like "Georgian"...
Corporal Withers: The Degar do the brunt of the fighting around here, and are a lot more reliable than the ARVNs, so soldiers in this area are a bit lucky.
Tyran Drenski: I'm AR kansas I'm in trouble
Corporal Withers: The area around Dak To has double and triple-canopy jungle with limited helicopter LZs. Temperatures during the day hover around 95 Fahrenheit, so an additional -1 on Vigor checks for fatigue.
Colwyn O'Reilly: and make sure you change your socks often
Randall Breckenridge: Not that bad, jest like Atlanta. Better than the coast, thats for sure.
Colwyn O'Reilly: cooler than the quartah back in the world
E-2 Smith: And change your undies when you soil them because Charlie's show up.
Ranger Richard: you wear undies here?
[w] Randall Breckenridge: c
Ranger Richard: Lets do it-hey where did I hear that from before?
Randall Breckenridge: w/ Colwyn O'Reilly wherd you say you were from?
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Randall Breckenridge: louisiana... me folks ahr from the old country though, outside of Kerry
Sergeant Almareth: Everything done eating? We have work to do.
Corporal Withers: Yep Sarge, just getting the new guys ready.
[w] Randall Breckenridge -> Colwyn O'Reilly: O'Reilly Ahm from Georgia
E-3 Hogpile: Do we get to shoot things?
E-2 Alberts: (taps "Bookworm")
Randall Breckenridge: Undies?
E-2 "Bookworm": Oh...errr...hi. Where'd all the new people come from?
Randall Breckenridge: Where are you from?!
E-2 "Bookworm": Well, I'm from Grand Rapids, Michigan. Where're you from?
E-2 Smith: Oh my freaking God, do we need to have this whole conversation over again because he finally dragged his nose out of a book?
Randall Breckenridge: Ahm from jes outside of Dahlonega, Georgia. Nice little place in the mountains.
Tyran Drenski: For the recond I don't wear undies I'm a manly boxer type.
Randall Breckenridge: Thank the Lord, at least one reglar guy...
Sergeant Almareth: Right, enough chit-chat. Here's the op.
E-2 "Bookworm": Listening Sarge.
Tyran Drenski: Hooah Sarge
Colwyn O'Reilly devotes attention to Sgt Almareth
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): I thought he wasn't here? Did I miss him walking in because I was chowing down so hard?
TADM: Yes
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): yep
John (Randall Breckenridge): he came in
Tyran Drenski draggs out a note book and one of ten pens he has in his pocket
Sergeant Almareth: Real easy op. We are taking a chopper ride to a small vilage about 20 klicks north. A group of civvies is coming with us, doctors, dentists, engineers, and a reporter with some news company.
Valeroth (Corbin Phoenix): Yo.
Randall Breckenridge: Good to see ya
Corporal Withers: (whispers) Hi there, and be quiet, Sarge is giving us the op.
Tyran Drenski writes down every word
John (Randall Breckenridge): you missed Smith talking about his undies
Sergeant Almareth: Our job is to escort the civvies around for a day or two, cover them while they do their good works, and hopefully convince the locals we are the good guys and the VC are the bad guys.
Tyran Drenski: (whispers) If we want them to be friends we better not feed them.
Corbin Phoenix raises an eyebrow.
[w] Randall Breckenridge -> Corbin Phoenix: its a good thing ye missed breakfast
Tyran Drenski: (whispers) you haven't tried the chow have you. It's runny snot with lumps.
Sergeant Almareth: We leave at 0700, so finish up your chow and grab your gear. Normal loadout should be fine for this one.
Sergeant Almareth: (walks out of the mess tent)
Tyran Drenski: What is the Norm Loadout For here?
Colwyn O'Reilly: sounds like wee should be getting a walk on
Randall Breckenridge: Ah don't think ahm hungry nuff yet to eat the turds fried in snot...
Tyran Drenski: Amen, pancake shot not feel like jello.
Colwyn O'Reilly heads to bunk to get gear
Corbin Phoenix: Normal loadout... looks around... does that mean we can carry less gear?
Corporal Withers: Normal two day gear, probably the loadout you were issued.
TADM: AKA, What the clever GM assgined during character creating.
Corbin Phoenix: ah... swell.
E-2 Smith: Wait, this runt is the radio operator? Can you even carry a radio?
Tyran Drenski gets his stuff and tries not to vomit
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): per standard medic rules, acquires six more of everything than he could possibly ever need
Corbin Phoenix: Sure I can carry one... just not very fast... and nnot very far.
Colwyn O'Reilly: tyran maybe carryin hahm befoe too long
Corbin Phoenix: Hey... the recruiter didn't tell me I'd be carrying a 30 pound brick around with me everywhere I went.
Colwyn O'Reilly: or that hulk of a marine over there...
Valeroth (Corbin Phoenix): needs a new picture
E-2 Alberts: Hey Phoenix, I'll carry your radio if you want to carry the spare ammo belts and barrel for Hogpile's MG60. (grins)
Tyran Drenski: Look I carry enough, I don't want the skinny and his radio too. I'd find that recuiter of yours and throw the radio at him.
Randall Breckenridge: Corbin, you sounding like maybe you wouldn' even work in a pie factory?
Corbin Phoenix: What? I never said I couldn't work. I can work just fine.
Colwyn O'Reilly looks around for the conviently warming up bird we'll be riding in
Corporal Withers: Right...sort it out and let's get everything together. Look professional people. We have civvies and a reporter. We need to look sharp and walk tall. Make the Army (glances at Randall) and Marines look good here.
E-2 Smith: Wait, and I'm going on this op?
Randall Breckenridge agthers up his gear, and gets going
Colwyn O'Reilly produces duct tape
Corbin Phoenix smirks at Randall and picks up his gear and attaches the webbing.
Tyran Drenski rolls his eyes and mutters "reporters"
Corporal Withers: Good point. Smith, go tell Sgt Donegal that you need to help him with supplies for this op.
E-2 Smith: Shit man, you don't play fair. (stomps off)
Ranger Richard: Ranger Richard gathers his gear and does his pre-combat inspections :)
Tyran Drenski loads up all his gear and heads to the bird
Colwyn O'Reilly finishes checking his medical supplies and loads up on the bird
At the chopper pad are three birds waiting for take-off.
Corbin Phoenix: How many of us are going? And how many choppers we taking?
Randall Breckenridge: we got all those civvies
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): let's split up! we'll cover more ground that way! And it won't make us easier to pick off one by one at all
Corbin Phoenix: I load up my gear into one of the choppers, is the pilot there yet?
Tyran Drenski: I want the bird the reporters no in
It looks like there is a group of 6 civilians, a huge pile of supples, and a woman carrying a notepad and a camera who is obviously a reporter and a bit uncomfortable with being here.
Christy Thompson: Hello Sergeant.
Ranger Richard: always good to cross load our group with civvies on choppers in case one goes down
Corporal Withers: The Sergeant is busy right now Miss...but I'll be riding in the Chopper with you and happy to answer your questions.
Sergeant Almareth: (splits up the group in 3 soldiers and 2 civvies per chopper)
Christy Thompson: (looks bewildered) Umm...where do I go?
Tyran Drenski loads his gear into the bird, sits as far in the back as he can and starts playing Suduko.
Corbin Phoenix: I'm going to sit as close to the front as possible. If there is no co-pilot I'm going to ask to sit there.
Ranger Richard: Ranger Richard load up ontop one of the birds and gets ready for the awesome views
Corporal Withers: Right here with me ma'am. Along with this fine Marine and private O'Reilly, and with these two doctors.
Christy Thompson: Thank you corporal.
After about ten minutes everyone is loaded and the choppers take off and head north.
The flight is very uneventful. The scenery is beautiful, even if it consists mostly of jungle canopy. Anyone who would be inclined to stare and think it is beautiful is welcome to do so.
Christy Thompson: It looks like a giant green sea from up here.
Randall Breckenridge (to reporter) Ma'am it'll be jest fine. Don't worry t'all, just a ride for a few minutes, and a little meet and greet.
Corbin Phoenix stares out to the ground below as we pass overhead.
Colwyn O'Reilly attempts to light several lucky strikes and proceeds with epic fail since the choppers are all open
Tyran Drenski enjoied the scenery quietly.
The choppers circle around a village of about twenty huts. Several villagers come out of their huts and wave to the people overhead.
Colwyn O'Reilly waves back
[w] Randall Breckenridge -> Ranger Richard: Richard /w
After completing a few circles, the choppers land in an open field outside of the village. The field is pretty small, so the choppers have to off-load one at a time.
As the choppers are being unloaded, several villagers walk over and begin speaking with the soldiers.
[w] Randall Breckenridge: looks for any villagers leaving, hiding
Corbin Phoenix: Are they speaking english?
[w] -> Randall Breckenridge: Breckenridge Notice check
Randall Breckenridge: Notice [1d6 = 11]
Villager: (speaks vietnamese very quickly)
[w] Randall Breckenridge: and I have a +2
Corbin Phoenix looks around at our group to see if anyonne speaks vietnamese.
Randall Breckenridge: Notice [1d6 = 2]
Tyran Drenski: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 9]
Randall Breckenridge: Notice [1d6 = 5]
Ranger Richard: Notice [1d6 = 4]
Randall Breckenridge: Notice [Critical failure!] [1d6 = 1]
Randall Breckenridge: Notice [1d6 = 7]
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 4]
Corbin Phoenix: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 3]
Village Headman: (tries speaking bad French slowly when no one responds in Vietnamese)
Colwyn O'Reilly speaks bad creole in response
Random Civilian Do-gooder : (responds in bad Vietnamese)
Randall Breckenridge: Ah hope one a you knows what hes sayin
Tyran Drenski looks defeated
Corbin Phoenix blankly looks at the villager.
Corbin Phoenix: Doesn't anyone here speak vietnamese? looks around at the party.
Randall Breckenridge: Ah got a few choice words, won't do no good here...
[w] -> Randall Breckenridge: Breckenridge BTW, before I completely forget, your awesome Notice roll picked up no signs of sneaky VC behavior)
[w] Randall Breckenridge: good to know
Random Civilian Do-gooder : (look at Corbin blankly, look at other guy who speaks bad Vietnamese)
Tyran Drenski: I hope so too. I took german for a day.
Randall Breckenridge: lessen we want them to do some laundry
Sergeant Almareth: (responds in flawless Vietnamese)
Corporal Withers: Yep, this is where Sarge steps in.
Corbin Phoenix looks over at the Sergeant.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): they give great pedicures and manicures
Colwyn O'Reilly chuckles and helps unload the choppers as they land
Corbin Phoenix: grabs his gear and straps on his webbing.
Corporal Withers: We do the heavy lifitng. (looks at a civilian) Where you want this doc?
E-3 Hogpile: (sighs and slings M60)
Tyran Drenski helps unload
Ranger Richard: [helps unload]
Christy Thompson: So Corporal, where did the Sergeant pick up their language? Speaking Vietnamese is not something I would have expected.
Tyran Drenski: (looks at a doc) Vaccinations and such? We ain't getting any right?
Corporal Withers: Well ma'am, my assumption is that the government issued 1st Brigade the Sarge here because we needed him.
Tyran Drenski looks scared
Colwyn O'Reilly assigns himself to helping the medical staff
Ranger Richard: whats the matter Tyran?
[w] Corbin Phoenix: I pull out the map out of my pack (I'm assuming as Radio and Recon I have one). Where are we?
Tyran Drenski: I hate needles
Corbin Phoenix pulls a map out of his pack and takes a look at it.
Random Civilian Do-gooder : That's right soldier. We just need to help round up the villagers and make sure they have vaccines, etc.
Randall Breckenridge watches villagers, fields, huts for signs of trouble
Colwyn O'Reilly: Sarge? How would I ask these village people to come with me for medicine?
[w] -> Corbin Phoenix: Phoenix About 20 kilometers north of Dak-To, it is a small village marked on your map.
Sergeant Almareth: (says something to the headman)
Village Headman: (looks at Colwyn and nods)
Ranger Richard: normally we should send out 2-3 of us to set perimiter for security until we know this area better
Randall Breckenridge: ahm for that
Tyran Drenski: Me too
Corbin Phoenix: Corporal what's this village here called? any idea?
Sergeant Almareth: The headman here is going to round everyone up so they can get shots. He also said that one of the pregnant women in the village is having a problem and would like us to look at her.
Randall Breckenridge: Probly Buck Tooth Maw
Colwyn O'Reilly: Well, doc(s), I can help with the shots
Sergeant Almareth: So O'Reilly, Bookworm, you go with the civilians and help them with the medical treatment.
Tyran Drenski: (looks at Colwyn) Glad you're the doc.
Sergeant Almareth: Withers you have Reporter babysitting duty.
Christy Thompson: HEY!
Sergeant Almareth: The rest of us will split up. Corbin and Tyran are with me. Randall take Hogpile, Alberts, Richard and scout the west side of the village and set up a perimeter on that side.
Randall Breckenridge: Yes Sgt.
Sergeant Almareth: Any questions?
Tyran Drenski: Hooah sgt
Corporal Withers: No Sgt!
Tyran Drenski: negitive
Randall Breckenridge: No Sgt.
Corbin Phoenix: No sir
Randall Breckenridge: Alright, lets get goin
Ranger Richard: No Sergeant
Sergeant Almareth: (looks at Corbin strangely)
Corporal Withers: Uhh...Phoenix. He's a Sergeant, he works for a living.
Corbin Phoenix: Sorry...
Tyran Drenski: (whispers) hey cor man that a sgt not an officer
Randall Breckenridge: Ah think the heat might already be gettin to him
Corbin Phoenix: won't happen again sarge. Lets carry on.
So Withers, Bookworm, and Colwyn gather the villagers up and begin administering medication, performing dental check ups, diagnose a pregnant woman's problems, AND somehow put up with six civilians and a pesky reporter.
TADM: The rest of the squad gets lucky and just has to fight off a company of NVA regulars.
TADM: Who bring an armored column with them.
Ranger Richard: Awesome thats all ???
John (Randall Breckenridge): reckon there anuf fer all o us
TADM: (just kidding)
Ranger Richard: would of been quick campaign
John (Randall Breckenridge): savage worlds, and all
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): starts rolling a new character
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): oh wait, SW... no rolling
Randall, Hogpile, Alberts, and Richards, you reach the other side of the village. Everything seems calm and peaceful. The livestock seems well-behaved and things are pretty much what you would expect a normal village to be like.
Villager: (speaks vietnamese quickly, makes random gestures at the sky)
Randall Breckenridge: nice and peaceful. Howdy, sir
Randall Breckenridge wonders if he seems mad, excited, or is just talikng about the weather
Villager: (looks somewhat excited)
[w] Corbin Phoenix: We in the Village of Dak To Kan? It's about 21 KM, 10 degrees off north.
[w] -> Corbin Phoenix: Phoenix Yes.
Randall Breckenridge: Yessir, nice weather we are havin. Good for the crops, I imagine
Villager: (or something, he keeps getting agitated and making a moton like someone ziplining out of a helicopter)
[w] Corbin Phoenix: Okay... my character is being obsessive about knowing where he is on the map at any given moment... if at any point he DOESN't know for some reaosn let me know.
Randall Breckenridge: Hmm, wonder if hes seen some before?
Randall Breckenridge: YOU SEE AMERICANS?
Ranger Richard: motion for him to go back to the sergeant for interprettation-he may have something important hes trying to tell us
Randall Breckenridge: Well, thats good thinkin
Randall Breckenridge: How about you take him, we watch over here
Ranger Richard: okay motion for him to follow me towards sergeant
TADM: Fade to other side of village.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): nice fade
Ranger Richard: clap clap
Sergeant Almareth: Okay Phoenix, Drenski, you are with me.
Sergeant Almareth: (heads into the treeline, looks around)
Corbin Phoenix nods.
Tyran Drenski nods and follows
Sergeant Almareth: Sergeant Almareth: Notice [1d10 = 14]
Tyran Drenski: Notice [1d4 = 2]
Corbin Phoenix: Notice [1d6 = 14]
[w] Randall Breckenridge: takes up a position with a decent view, directs the others to spread about 20 ft apart, and watch different directions
Ranger Richard: Notice [14]
John (Randall Breckenridge): thats a BIG roll
[w] -> Corbin Phoenix: Phoenix At first everything seems pretty normal. But you think to look "UP" and notice that there seem to be some abnormally large spider webs in the trees. You see no sign of the spiders that made them, but these spider webs look like the kind of thing a Huey would get stuck in.
Corbin Phoenix: Hey Sarge... what's that? Points up the trees... Looks kind of like a web.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): tyran is thinking of sugar cookies and sees an shinny spot
Sergeant Almareth: (glances up) Hmm...kind of peculiar looking.
Sergeant Almareth: (bends down, sniffs at the dirt, picks up a piece and puts it in his mouth, chews thoughtfully for a couple seconds, then spits it out)
Tyran Drenski: What is it? (looks closer)
Corbin Phoenix: Looks like spider webs, but they are way to big to be spider webs.
Tyran Drenski looks disgusted
[w] Corbin Phoenix: Do they look like the pose any threat to landing choppers?
[w] -> Corbin Phoenix: Oh heck yes.
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: When you look up at what Corbin is pointing out, you see a large collection of what looks like spider webs, that would be pick enough to catch a Huey.)
Tyran Drenski: OH my the Tarntulas at home aren't that big. That spider could eat my dog.
[w] Corbin Phoenix: How so? Would the choppers bet flying between these trees?
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: You don't actually see any spiders.
[w] -> Corbin Phoenix: If they broke free....
Tyran Drenski: the spider that lives in the web i mean.
[w] Corbin Phoenix: if the broke free in the wind?
[w] -> Corbin Phoenix: Or someone cut them loose.
John (Randall Breckenridge): maybe purple silk worms?
Corbin Phoenix: Sarge, I think maybe we ought to radio back to base and warn them about those... if whatever that is started flapping around above the trees could be a flight hazard to the hueys.
[w] Tyran Drenski: I'm on the short bus
Sergeant Almareth: Phoenix, head back into the village, get on the horn and tell HQ when they come get us they need to bring us some M79 willy-pete.
Corbin Phoenix: Okay... but sir... I um... I have a radio right here with me.
John (Randall Breckenridge): the heat here is bad...
Sergeant Almareth: That's okay, I just want the guy operating the large electrical device to not be in the tree line. You know...could interfere with transmission.
Corbin Phoenix: Um... Okay... I don't see how it could interfere. But your in charge.
[w] -> Corbin Phoenix: You don't need any sort of roll to get the idea that Sarge is not filling you in on something.
Corbin Phoenix starts walking back towards the village.
Tyran Drenski: Have you seen a web like that before?
Sergeant Almareth: Looks like a pretty big web. Could be dangerous to helicopters or the villagers. Better just to burn them down.
[w] Corbin Phoenix: I walk just to the edge of village... but staying close enough that I can still see the sarge and tyrain.
Corbin Phoenix walks to the edge of the village, just a short distance away kneels down and starts making a call on the radio.
Tyran Drenski: Fire is something (pulls out a zippo) I'm good at but what of the trees?
Richard, you see Corbin standing by the edge of the village. He is getting ready to use the radio. Sarge and Tyran are in the distance, standing just inside the treeline.
Sergeant Almareth: Well, some willy-pete will take care of the situation nicely.
[w] -> Randall Breckenridge: Care to make a notice roll?
[w] -> Randall Breckenridge: Now that you are in the trees and under the canopy?
Ranger Richard: okay-escort villager to the sarge and tell him I think tehy villager has something important he is trying to tell us.
Randall Breckenridge: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 8]
[w] Randall Breckenridge: +2
[w] -> Randall Breckenridge: Breckenridge You notice some really big spider webs up between the second and third layer of canopy in the jungle above you. You do not see any spiders, but these webs look big enough that a man could easily get stuck in them.
Villager: (speaks very excited vietnamese)
Sergeant Almareth: (speaks Vietnamese back)
Village Headman: (runs over, shoos villager away from sarge)
[w] Randall Breckenridge: points out webs to other team members
[w] Corbin Phoenix: I radio in a description, location, and the sarges orders for willie-pete.
Randall Breckenridge points out webs in trees to other team members
E-3 Hogpile: Those are some big spider webs. Them are not Texas spiders that made them. Much bigger than a Texas spider.
Tyran Drenski just stares at the massive web
Ranger Richard: wow those are huge!
Sergeant Almareth: (speaks Vietnamese to headman)
Randall Breckenridge says to himself "Can't imagine thyre good eatin..."
Village Headman: (speaks very agitated Vietnamese back)
Tyran Drenski: Tarntulas at home as big as my hand couldn't build that.
[w] Randall Breckenridge: looks for a BIG spider, or eggs
Corbin Phoenix talks on the radio.
[w] Randall Breckenridge: or silk sacs
Tyran Drenski tyran keeps looking out for the critter to return home
[w] -> Randall Breckenridge: You see no sign of habitation, these could be giant cobwebs.
Randall Breckenridge: don't wanna be here when they come back...
HQ RTO: Roger that Private Phoenix. Willy-pete will be included in the care package delivered tomorrow morning.
Sergeant Almareth: (keeps speaking Vietnamese)
Tyran Drenski: Niether do I or how upset they will be after we burn it down.
John (Randall Breckenridge): oh, a nice night in the jungle with HUGE spiders
Corbin Phoenix reattaches his radio and starts walking back towards the sarge, cautionsly looking around.
Colwyn O'Reilly wonders what all the commotion is about, but continues stabbing villagers with needles
Village Headman: (begins making agitated arm motions while speaking more agitated vietnamese)
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): he's very agitated
Sergeant Almareth: (says something very short and quietly in Vietnamese)
Colwyn O'Reilly prepares some morphine, just in case
Village Headman: (stops moving altogether, stares at Sarge, then walks away)
Randall Breckenridge: Sarge, whats goin on?
Corbin Phoenix: Sarge, they say your delivery will come in the morning.
Sergeant Almareth: Right.
Sergeant Almareth: Okay, pull back from the treeline and meet by the LZ. We need a quick pow-wow.
Ranger Richard: Wow, Sergeant whats the villagers saying?
Tyran Drenski: Hooah Serg (follows orders)
Colwyn O'Reilly: doc... back in a while
Colwyn O'Reilly heads to where Sarge is
Corbin Phoenix follows the Sergeant.
The squad gathers together while the civilians continue to administer medical treatment.
Ranger Richard: grabs the rest of my group from thye westside and tells them where to meet
Corporal Withers: What's up Sarge?
Tyran Drenski: (whipers) Hey you think villages have the giant spiders as pets, they seem upset we plan on nuking them.
Tyran Drenski: (to anyone near him)
Sergeant Almareth: This is a Degar village. They are staunchly anti-communist, they hate the VC and like having us here.
John (Randall Breckenridge): spiders
Sergeant Almareth: Evidently some VC came by a few nights ago and told the village that if they did not start working with the VC, bad things would happen.
Sergeant Almareth: The Headman basically told them "No thank you, we like Americans."
Sergeant Almareth: Two nights ago, the webs appeared in the trees.
John (Randall Breckenridge): I hate VC arachnomancers...
Sergeant Almareth: The only person in the village who claims to have seen the spiders that made them was the guy Richard brought over.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): lol
Sergeant Almareth: He said the spider was bigger than he was, but it skittered back into the forest away from the village.
Sergeant Almareth: Obviously, the villagers are a bit scared, since spiders the size of M113s are a bit....large.
E-3 Hogpile: Err..Sarge, no disrespect. But a spider the size of an M113 is large.
Corbin Phoenix: Wait... Spiders as big as a car? Is that even possible?
Tyran Drenski: Are we sure it's a spider? Could they have been made by VC to scare the village? i just can't think spiders get that big.
Sergeant Almareth: The Headman wants us to protect the village from the spiders.
Ranger Richard: wow maybe they can fly in some howitzers and LAW rocket launchers!
Tyran Drenski: I won't sleep at night
Randall Breckenridge: Sounds like the devil to pay, and no hot pitch...
Corbin Phoenix: These Degar here seem like fine people, but it does sound like the VC are just trying to scare them.
E-2 Alberts: Err...no. Spiders the size of an M113 are not large, they are f'in huge.
E-3 Hogpile: I think I gets to shoot things. (grins)
Colwyn O'Reilly: maybe we should check out the webs a little closer
Corbin Phoenix: They are probably fake, but I guess that's not reason not to still protect the villagers... espeically if it means that VC are int he area.
E-2 "Bookworm": The scientific community will go nuts if they ever see a spider that large. It would be an incredible discovery.
Colwyn O'Reilly: I seriously doubt any arachnid could get that large... it's proably some wierd communist device
Sergeant Almareth: First thing we need to do is check and see if those are really webs and not just some giant ropes tied together to look like spider webs.
Tyran Drenski: I'll climb up and pull on down but if a big spider comes out you all better throw A bomb at it.
Sergeant Almareth: Thanks for volunteering Drenski.
Randall Breckenridge: Ah don't think we can climb up to the canopy way up there...
Tyran Drenski: I love the challege but your right.
Randall Breckenridge: Anyone got a monkey they don't like?
[w] Corbin Phoenix: Looks around at the villagers again. (Degar don't share the same hertiage as Vietnamese and so would look different to someone who's spent enough time with them... probably not my character or any of the PCs yet, but eventually.)
John (Randall Breckenridge): a monkeypult to bait the spiders?
Corbin Phoenix looks around the village again.
Randall Breckenridge: First, we get a dozen fan belts...
[w] -> Corbin Phoenix: Okay, good idea. They actually have a slightly different bone structure than normal Vietnamese, and (you will figure this out eventually) speak a different dialect of Vietnamese than most.
[w] Corbin Phoenix: I do a quick count of civilians, everyone accounted for?
[w] -> Corbin Phoenix: Yes the whole squad is here. It looks like all the villagers are around also.
Tyran Drenski: Hooah sgt, got some gear? i climb some at home. Come here to get me some charle and now here to kill some spiders.
Randall Breckenridge: Hey, kin ye blast a tree down to check it out?
Ranger Richard: how long ago was it that villager saw spider day ago?
Randall Breckenridge: Or, jest cut it, but thats borin
Tyran Drenski: I love a good blast
[w] Corbin Phoenix: by "squad" I assume you mean military, all civilians accounted for?
Sergeant Almareth: Second thing we need to do is build some anti-spider defenses. Just in case we are attacked tonight
Ranger Richard: I reckon we have the demo expert make abatis out of the trees teh web s are attached to
Colwyn O'Reilly: sarge?
[w] -> Corbin Phoenix: Phoenix The reporter is missing. The rest of the civvies are here.
Colwyn O'Reilly: anti spider defences?
Tyran Drenski: I got a claymore...truely attacked?!
Corbin Phoenix: I assume these anti-spider defenses will double as anti-VC defenses.
Colwyn O'Reilly: i hope so Phoenix
Corbin Phoenix: Hey... Where's that lady reporter. Anyone seen her lately?
Randall Breckenridge: Mabbee we'll get lucky and find some giant ducks to eat em?
Sergeant Almareth: Anti-spider defenses will work nicely as anti-VC defenses.
Sergeant Almareth: And giant ducks would be nice.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): lets use the reporter for bait!
Ranger Richard: Pull out big can of raid and lighter
Sergeant Almareth: Withers, go find the reporter.
Corbin Phoenix: Withers, weren't you babysitting her?
John (Randall Breckenridge): and they split up, one by one...
Sergeant Almareth: I'm going to go take a look around in the forest.
John (Randall Breckenridge): yep...
Corbin Phoenix: You sure you should go alone Sarge?
Tyran Drenski: Or touch the forest down kill the VC and the giant bugs and take the village to Jamaca.
Sergeant Almareth: Randall, you get the rest of the squad building defenses. And just for the sake of our VC-spiders being "burrowers" consider an attack from the ground.
E-2 Alberts: I like Drenski's thinking.
Colwyn O'Reilly: giant ducks and spiders?
Randall Breckenridge: It mus be the heat...
Sergeant Almareth: Last, but not least. Check all the huts in the village. Make sure we aren't sitting on a VC tunnel complex.
Randall Breckenridge: Come on then, lets make some VC spider traps
Sergeant Almareth: Any questions?
Corporal Withers: No sgt.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Welcome to the Outerlimits
Corbin Phoenix: Yes, raises hand.
E-3 Hogpile: Hooah Sgt.
Sergeant Almareth: Yes Phoenix.
Corbin Phoenix: 1. Is Tyrain getting us a sample?
Randall Breckenridge: clear some fields of fire, set up some obstacles there
Corbin Phoenix: 2. Are you going into the forest alone?
Tyran Drenski: yeah do we have the right to engage the spiders sgt?
Corbin Phoenix: 3. Withers, did you find the reporter?
Randall Breckenridge: Can we line some rifle pits with logs?
E-3 Hogpile: Where I come from, we got the right to kill anything that tries to eat us.
Corbin Phoenix: 4. If we are staying the night is there a central hut I can setup the radio in?
Tyran Drenski: rule of engagment (laughs) just following orders.
Randall Breckenridge: We got any livestock like geese to use for warning us theys coming?
Randall Breckenridge: they work right nice for that
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): we should have shopped for livestock and supplies before we left
Valeroth (Corbin Phoenix): I'm sure a donkey would come in handy now.
John (Randall Breckenridge): we sure did
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): never know when you need some oxen and cows to guard a temple
John (Randall Breckenridge): miss that opportunity
Sergeant Almareth: Yes. Yes. Yes. In the Headman's Hut. And to answer Randall's questions, yes. There were some logs you could use for rifle pits, and the villager who spotted the giant spider said the chickens made a huge commotion, which woke him up and caused him to see the spider.
Ranger Richard: I read that Nostardamus predicted we would shoot 40,000 rounds of ammo for evry hit- I think our rules of engegment will be pretty minimal in this war:)
Corporal Withers: I'll go find the reporter.
Colwyn O'Reilly shakes his head
Corbin Phoenix: Okay I'm going to go setup the radio in the main village hut, then I'll find Randall and see what needs done with the defense... Be back in a minute.
Randall Breckenridge: Ah plan to make my bullets count. None o that noisy autofire bullcrap
Corbin Phoenix: That okay Sarge?
Sergeant Almareth: Sounds good Phoenix.
Corbin Phoenix walks into the center of the village.
Colwyn O'Reilly: I guess I'll check the huts for tunnels
Tyran Drenski: So I how you all don't want to look at the dead spider because when I'm done it will not be identifiable
Sergeant Almareth: (heads into the jungle)
E-2 "Bookworm": I'll help Drenski with testing to see if that is a real web?
Randall Breckenridge: ok, so we have the villagers place their chickens spaced around a perimteter we set up
Christy Thompson: What's a real web?
Corporal Withers: I found the reporter.
Ranger Richard: Help Colwyn check huts for tunnels
Randall Breckenridge: and we don't want to be shooting towards any huts occupied by villagers. We are here to save em, after all.
[w] Corbin Phoenix: I walk into the village, drop all my gear in the main hut, detact everything from the webbing except the pistol, ammo, binoculars, and poncho
Christy Thompson: Oh sorry, I had to go find the toilet. I just walked up as the sergeant was leaving. I don't think he likes me.
Tyran Drenski heads with bookworms and looks for stuff her could make into climbing gear.
[w] -> Corbin Phoenix: Good plan.
Corporal Withers: Well ma'am, you and I will go help the civilians. We have a bit of an issue with some possible VC activity and want to keep you all safe.
Christy Thompson: (looks nervous) okay
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Ranger Richard: I do believe we got posted with a sarge who's a few bullets short of a clip
E-2 "Bookworm": I have a grappling hook and a ten-foot pole.
TADM: Sigh. Congrats Bookworm. You just volunteered to get eaten first.
E-2 "Bookworm": Damn
[w] Corbin Phoenix: does this village have any sort of watch tower?
[w] Corbin Phoenix: or any building that is high up?
Tyran Drenski: That might work.
[w] -> Corbin Phoenix: Phoenix Negative to both.
John (Randall Breckenridge): he neds a lantern, too
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): I'm on the menu too (BIG MOUTH)
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly: how many huts are there? how are they arranged? do we have a map?
Tyran Drenski: What's damn?
Ranger Richard: [i agree]
Corbin Phoenix walks back from the center, with most of his equipment detacted from his webbing. Randall, what needs done?
[w] -> Colwyn O'Reilly: There are twenty huts and about 60 villagers. The huts are sort of in a circle, with some open fields for livestock around them.
Corbin Phoenix: Randall, what needs done?
Tyran Drenski: (looks at Bookworm) I'll put some of it down but you better be fully loaded to kill what ever might live there.
E-2 "Bookworm": (uses his MacGyver Edge to fashion climbing gear for Drenski)
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Ranger Richard: we have twenty huts to check... I guess we'll get started
Randall Breckenridge: clear these areas for shootin, set up these pens for chickens, dig some fighin positions here, here, and here and line them with logs.
Colwyn O'Reilly looks for tunnels
TADM: Make Notice rolls if you are looking for tunnels.
Randall Breckenridge: its a bit o work, but we can do it
Ranger Richard: Notice [1d6 = 4]
TADM: Drenski needs to make a climb check.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [1d6 = 10]
[w] Tyran Drenski: how?
Randall Breckenridge: Notice [1d6 = 2]
Ranger Richard: is my wild die supposed to add to my notice check?
Corbin Phoenix: Alright, I'll start setting up some pens for the chickens... you just tell me where you want them?
Tyran Drenski: Climbing [1d6 = 21]
John (Randall Breckenridge): too busy talking
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): I rock!!!!
Randall Breckenridge: spaced around our perimeter, so anything coming towards us will disturb them
Tyran climbs up the tree like a crazed monkey hopped up on Steroids.
Ranger Richard: anybody have claymores to string facing webs as well as ground entry?
Corbin Phoenix gets to work building "chicken" alarms. Keeping an eye towards the trees at all times.
Randall Breckenridge: Wheh we, lookit him go up that tree, like a coon with a mess hounds on its butt
Randall Breckenridge helps other dig the pits
TADM: Claymores would be held by the demo people, who are both currently climbing trees.
He reaches the bottom of the webs and takes a good close look at them.
TADM: Notice check for Tyran please.
Tyran Drenski: Notice [1d4 = 7]
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: They are real spider webs. You still do not see any sign of the spiders that made them.
John (Randall Breckenridge): lol
Tyran Drenski: (looks for spiders)
Tyran Drenski: Notice [1d4 = 3]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): ADD again
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: You still see no spiders, eggs, or any sign of the eight-legged inhabitants of these webs.
John (Randall Breckenridge): must be thinking of spider fanges being like needles?
Tyran Drenski: Hey this is real webbing but i see no spiders or eggs.
E-2 "Bookworm": Can you cut some and bring it down? It would be quite the scientific find!
Tyran Drenski: I really don't want to met the spider I'm getting a sample and coming down.
Randall Breckenridge: We need to cut down some trees anyway, don't we?
Tyran Drenski: Worry about me not science currently.
TADM: There are some spare logs that have already been cut down. You can cut down some more if you feel the need.
Tyran Drenski climbs down with sample
[w] Tyran Drenski: do I need to roll for down?
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: No, I'll let your amazing climb check count for both.
E-2 "Bookworm": (looks at sample) This is amazing!
Randall Breckenridge: Hey Bookworm, can ye cut one down and get that sample?
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Ranger Richard: Richard were you planning on blowing up the chickens with the claymores?
[w] Tyran Drenski: yeah!!!
[w] Tyran Drenski: could I have reached the entire web to cut it down?
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: Not without getting caught. Which I assume you do not want to do.
Ranger Richard: no
[w] Tyran Drenski: didn't want to get eaten.
Ranger Richard: but if they get in way spiders will probably eat anyways
The squad finds no signs of tunnels (VC or Spider) in the village.
Tyran Drenski: Hey Rand, it was too big to cut down, I would have been stuck for sure. It's real and I'm not going back up there.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Sarge... we found no tunnels in the village... VC or otherwise
Randall Breckenridge: Alright, no sweat.
E-2 "Bookworm": This samplee Tyran pulled down is amazing. It is definitely a real spider web. (shakes hand, discovers dample is stuck on his fingers) Aww dammit.
Corbin Phoenix looks around for the Sarge.
Corbin Phoenix: I don't think he's back yet Colwyn.
Colwyn O'Reilly: good point, he did wander off
Randall Breckenridge: He looks like he could cut hisself with the picture of a razor...
Ranger Richard: hes probably being eaten right now, maybe we shoudl send one more out to loook for him :)
Tyran Drenski: I didn't see any thing home up there but it's got to be big.
Corporal Withers: I doubt seriously that Sarge is being eaten. If I had to wager money on the situation, I'd say the rest of us get eaten first.
Randall Breckenridge: Mabbee he's learnin their language...
Christy Thompson: Eaten by what? Oh by the way Corporal, I finished piling up those medical supplies you asked me to move for the fourth time.
Christy Thompson: Care to explain why you are giving me so much busy work?
Tyran Drenski: Animals, don't fight like humans do bet he's meal for one.
Christy Thompson: Learning who's language? And how did he learn the Degar dialect of Vietnamese?
Randall Breckenridge: Ma'am, perhaps you can help Pvt Corbin over there setting up the chickens for tonight?
Colwyn O'Reilly: he's not being eaten by anything...
Ranger Richard: Randall how did a Marine get assigned to this group?
Corporal Withers: Here Miss Thompson, there is some fascinating pottery over in this hut that I think you will enjoy taking pcitures of.
Christy Thompson: (sighs)
Randall Breckenridge: Ah do believe the Sargeant is Professional Army, Ma'am. Very high standards.
Ranger Richard: Corp see if she can climb up the trees and get some good pics
Christy Thompson: Why what's in the trees?
Corporal Withers: (sighs)
Corporal Withers: The pottery is over here ma'am.
Corporal Withers: (drags the reporter away)
Tyran Drenski laughs at Richard
Randall Breckenridge: Well, ah was mindin my own business, when the Captain was pickin volunteers
Colwyn O'Reilly picks a good spot and starts digging his foxhole
Corbin Phoenix: All done with the chicken alarms... Anything else need done?
Ranger Richard: Lucky you!
E-2 "Bookworm": Want to help Drenski and I setup the claymores?
Ranger Richard: we cant hurt the chickens real eggs for breakfast will be great for tomorrow.
Colwyn O'Reilly: preferably away from any chicken mounted claymores
Randall Breckenridge: And I was picked to assist the education in Country of these fine comrades here.
E-2 Alberts: Hey guys, check this out, I found a bottle of coca-cola in one of the huts!
Randall Breckenridge: Clear those fields of fire, Corbin.
Tyran Drenski: I only have two claymores I want to get as much area as we can.
E-3 Hogpile: Isn't that stealing? Put it back where you found it.
Randall Breckenridge: So Tyran can set up nice and deadly like
Corbin Phoenix: Looks like we have plenty of people setting up explosives I don't want to get in the way wiht this. I'll go clear some of the fields of fire.
Ranger Richard: I seen a pic once of one strapped to a helmet, a mobile claymore yes sir thats what you should try tomight
E-2 "Bookworm": Why on earth would one of these villagers have a coca-cola?
Colwyn O'Reilly: shouldn't corbin call in the reports of VC in the area and get us backup?
Corbin Phoenix takes out his binoculars and scans the tree line in a slow arc.
Randall Breckenridge: Mister Ranger, mabbee you need a nice cold drink...
Tyran Drenski: bet the drinks expired and keep it away from me bugs like sweets.
[w] Corbin Phoenix: See anything with the binoculars?
[w] -> Corbin Phoenix: Trees.
Ranger Richard: Yes sir I loves Coca Cola my cryptonite if you knwo what I mean.
Corbin Phoenix starts clearing the fields of fire of debris and brush
Tyran Drenski wanders over to set his explosives.
Ranger Richard: Do we have any kind of fire support we can call in to set up target reference points for this op?
E-3 Hogpile: So far we do not have anything worth noting. I mean what are we going to tell HQ? Dear REMFs, villagers think VC are threatening them with giant spiders. Heh, right.
Colwyn O'Reilly: i'd leave out the crazy bits
Randall Breckenridge: Mabbee that guy's a businessman, lookin to set up his own cola factory right here?
Corbin Phoenix: I did warn them about the web like things. They are dropping willie pete on it in the morning.
Tyran Drenski: just a might need back up for a hot zone.
John (Randall Breckenridge): you know, this secluded spot would be the perfect place for a clandestine droid factory
E-2 "Bookworm": There is some artillery we could call in if we need it. But they are not going to be thrilled about shelling near a village while we are on a civilian escort mission.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): clones
Corbin Phoenix: Though.... I'm not quite sure that is a good idea this close to the village. But it was the Sarges orders.
Ranger Richard: Are we including villagers in the defensive positions? Do they have any weapons to even help fight?
E-2 "Bookworm": I'm pretty sure he asked for M79 willy-pete. Which is a type of grenade for the demo people.
John (Randall Breckenridge): My Jedi entepreneur didn't know how to make those yet...
Tyran Drenski: Now imagine what those giant beasts are going to do to us are we nuke their homes.
Colwyn O'Reilly is pretty sure he's signed on with some nutcases
Corbin Phoenix: Ah sorry... I misunderstood. I think I should go make a radio call.
Corbin Phoenix: Be right back.
E-2 Alberts: That'd be a good question Richard. Too bad Sarge isn't around to ask them.
Randall Breckenridge: Well, if this is gonna be a hard fight with a short stick theys can help a bit
Corbin Phoenix heads back into the center of the village.
Ranger Richard: Yes my fellows good points but in close firefight I read it is good to have available and it can also be used to shred enemy as they retreat or if we know where they are massing their forces at their rally point...
[w] Corbin Phoenix: I call in and clarify that we want white phosporous grenands and not an airstrike in the morning.
Colwyn O'Reilly: or we could just feed some villagers to the spiders so that the giant imaginary spiders fight for us!
Tyran Drenski finishs with his two mine set up.
Randall Breckenridge: Wha kinda rally point them spiders gonna have? A nice hangout in th trees?
[w] -> Corbin Phoenix: They were planning on giving you white phosphorous grenades.
Ranger Richard: I think teh food we had is just giving us all illusions and there are no webs. Just a govt conspiracy trying new mind control drugs on us.
[w] Corbin Phoenix: okay just checking...
Tyran Drenski: I'm for using a sacrific to make the spiders happy.
E-2 "Bookworm": Richard makes a good point, if we are fighting actual VC.
Ranger Richard: Randall we cant forget about VC that are in arae and threatened to put teh spiders theer ..
Randall Breckenridge: problem with those villagers tho is we can't tells em what to do, and theys probably gonna panic if they see a bunch o car sized spiders. Shew, we all might, if'n it comes to that.
Colwyn O'Reilly: yeah, they probably sit there and plot village domination
Corbin Phoenix returns.
Corbin Phoenix: Okay what now?
Sarge comes out of the trees.
Ranger Richard: I bet a villager got the coke for setting us up and getting us eaten
Randall Breckenridge: ok, yew got a point. Where you thinkin?
Ranger Richard: does he have any spider parts around his neck?
Colwyn O'Reilly: Sarge... everythin all raht?
TADM: Surprsingly, he is not being chased or half-eaten by giant spiders,
Tyran Drenski: Hey sarge, Find anything?
Tyran Drenski: Sarge looks good maybe he played peace keeper and told the spiders to move away.
John (Randall Breckenridge): A Field Guide to Car Sized Spiders?
John (Randall Breckenridge): Miniatures of VC Spider Riders?
Sergeant Almareth: No giant spiders, nothing that looks like tracks. Although I doubt that actual spiders would walk on the ground.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): maybe he was bitten by a spider and now turn into one
Sergeant Almareth: Did see some tracks that might be a few VC, but they are a few days old and headed back northeast of here.
Randall Breckenridge: Well, we can lick them VC
TADM: He does not appear to have any visible spider bites on him.
Colwyn O'Reilly: so... we have chicken traps in case the VC scare the cuckoos?
Sergeant Almareth: Good.
Colwyn O'Reilly: I'm sure they'll give us all a commendation for that.
Sergeant Almareth: All of the nuts can be scared at the same time that way.
Colwyn O'Reilly rolls his eyes
Randall Breckenridge: They're dangerous tricky, but not purple poop crazy like them spiders.
Tyran Drenski: Claymores set for action
Colwyn O'Reilly: Sarge, we didn't find any tunnels in the village
Sergeant Almareth: Good.
Tyran Drenski: What now, Sarge? Watch and wait?
Sergeant Almareth: Yes, watch and wait.
Colwyn O'Reilly heads back to the "medical" tent
Colwyn O'Reilly: er, hut
Randall Breckenridge: Hey Colwyn, our chickens got more'n one revenoor from findin what he was lookin for
Sergeant Almareth: Make sure you have your flares nearby in case we need them at night.
Colwyn O'Reilly inspects the "vaccines" for anything fishy
Sergeant Almareth: If these are actually spiders, they are probably nocturnal to bright light might help ward them off.
Colwyn O'Reilly: I wasn't issued flares
Sergeant Almareth: I'm going to go speak with the headman some more.
Randall Breckenridge: How about we ready some of them brush piles to fire off if they come?
E-2 "Bookworm": He meant Drenski and I. For our M79 Flare Grenades.
Tyran Drenski looks out his sector of fire with bombs ready.
Colwyn O'Reilly looking for mind altering drugs instead of polio vaccines
TADM: Make a Heal check for Colwyn.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Healing [1d6 = 5]
TADM: Nope, they are polio vaccines.
Tyran Drenski: I'll light up everything that moves tonight, no worries there.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): can i take twenty?
TADM: No.
Valeroth (Corbin Phoenix): generally a 4 is a general success... and every 4 above that is a raise.
Sergeant Almareth: Good plan Randall. Take Alberts and Hogpile and set that up at our fire points.
Sergeant Almareth: (walks over to the headman)
Tyran Drenski looks out his sector of fire.
Colwyn O'Reilly settles into his foxhole
Randall Breckenridge sets up piles with the guys
Colwyn O'Reilly lights a lucky strike and grumbles about chicken alarms
Christy Thompson: (grumbles about the unfairness of being stuck in this village when she should be covering the Fall Fashion show in Paris)
Tyran Drenski drinks coffee that is thick as glue and swears to stay awake.
Colwyn O'Reilly invites Christy to his foxhole
Tyran Drenski: Notice [1d4 = 7]
Campaign saved.