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Savage Worlds Ruleset for Fantasy Grounds II
(c) 2009 Pinnacle Entertainment Group.
GM: So let's get the party started...
Randall Breckenridge: woop woop
Randall Breckenridge: or is it wuhp wuhp
Time slips by following the battle at the Listening Post. It is quiet in this part of Vietnam. A couple days pass and Corporal Withers is promoted to Sergeant Withers. Hogpile gets promoted to Corporal.
The days keep churning, and Harbin's platoon is not ordered off base for anything. Replacements and gear trickle in, as does news of other areas.
The special operations base as Plei Mei is besieged by a large number of NVA troops for a few days before a relief column can arrive. That battle rages from October 19-25.
Shortly after that, at an awards ceremony head at Dak To, the following people pick up medals:
Colwyn gets a Silver Star. Randall gets a Bronze Star. Tyran gets a Distinguished Service Cross (according to the commendation, for racking up an obscene kill count.)
The rest of good for everyone's frayed nerves.
GM: In other words, you all recover 2 points of Sanity, up to your maximum.
Randall Breckenridge: do we know when we lost any?
Elsewhere in Vietnam, Operation Hump, an Airborne search and destroy missions passes with decent success.
GM: Usually it is when you fail a Guts check, or something really bad happens.
Randall Breckenridge: but am I normal crazy or plum crazy?
GM: Normal crazy is fine. Plum crazy is when you have to start rolling on the insanity chart.
The Battle of La Drang breaks out near the Plei Mei Special Operations Base. It is a bloody and inconclusive affair. During an ambush on November 17th, 155 GIs are killed. By the end of the battle, there are a lot dead on both sides. That pretty much leads to a lull in fighting throughout all of Vietnam.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Sounds like battle is going to rage at any moment.
On December 8th, 1965, Harbin's Platoon is deemed to be "combat effective" again and starts getting pulled for patrols instead of the "glorious base defense duty" you have been running.
Two days later, Sergeant Withers calls everyone together after chow, it looks like you are heading out into the bush.
Withers: Everyone listen up, we get to go wander through the bush for a bit.
Withers: Corpsman McConnall transferred into this squad. Everyone knows Hogpile.
Colwyn O'Reilly: two medics? awesome
Tyran Drenski: We aren't getting rid of Colwyn...right
Withers: Right, we are keeping Colwyn. McConnall wants more field time and, as he puts it, "to learn from the master."
Withers: The new guys are Samson, Rookie, Waddles, and Becker.
Randall Breckenridge: Nice to see you fellas
Hogpile: I call Shotgun on Colwyn.
Colwyn O'Reilly laughs at corporal Hogpile
Rooky: The name is "Rooo - key" not "rook-ie"
Becker: Nice to meet you.
Tyran Drenski: Wookie?
Waddles: Hi all.
Samson: Yo
Tyran Drenski: Welcome
Colwyn O'Reilly: welcome guys
Withers: Samson was the only one who made it from Sergeant Arendt's squad at the listening post. The other three guys are fresh off the boat from the US.
Hogpile: Are they more FNG than Dugan?
Colwyn O'Reilly: Any word from Almareth?
Rooky: Hey, I'm not an FNG.
Tyran Drenski: It is hard to out do Dugan.
Colwyn O'Reilly: yeah, he's a special kind of FNG
Randall Breckenridge: SFNG
Colwyn O'Reilly: extreme FNG action!
Withers: Nope, we have not heard anything from Almareth. I did get a letter from Alberts though. Said he made it home okay and he's getting used to the wheelchair. Oh, and he sent a Chinese-English dictionary for Tyran.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Good.
Tyran Drenski jumps into the area and does a happy dance.
Withers: Now on to the fun - and I say that sarcastically - part of the day.
Randall Breckenridge: Rooky, SFNG means Special Forces Ninja Guy, just for you.
Rooky: So all Marines are SFNGs, right?
Randall Breckenridge: Nah, we are all BAMFs
Withers: At the command meeting this morning, I pulled the short straw. Which means we have the great pleasure of escorting Miss Christy Thompson and her entire news crew down the Ninh Tom river to visit some Degar Villages. The news crew wants to film all the good things that we are doing in Vietnam. Brass thinks this is a great opportunity for good publicity, especially after La Drang.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): M.A.R.I.N.E.S My Ass Really Is Naval Equipment Sir
Colwyn O'Reilly: *cough bullshit cough*
Tyran Drenski groans loadly
Withers: Of course, this means we might have to invent some good things...
Colwyn O'Reilly: sorry, sarge, got a little powdered egg stuck there
Randall Breckenridge: What, more escort duty? Didn't she git enuf last time?
Tyran Drenski: No Doktor??? Can we use her for target practic?
Withers: Yeah, I would think so....
Hogpile: Hey, good point, I haven't seen the Doktor in almost two months.
McConnall: From what I hear Hogpile, you are ALWAYS seeing the Doktor.
Hogpile: No, Colwyn is the doctor. When I say "Doktor" I mean the scary German guy.
Tyran Drenski: Nazi dude, really really pleasantly creppy
Waddles: Nazi! Really? That is sooo cool!
Randall Breckenridge: where you from, boy?
Rooky: Right...he probably showed you his little swastika tattoo also.
Waddles: I'm from Queens, where are you from?
Tyran Drenski: I would not say that again....I have small friends... (thinks of the statue gutting him)
Colwyn O'Reilly: he's got friends in low places....
Randall Breckenridge: Ahm from Georgia. Dahlonega, Georgia.
Waddles: Never heard of it, but Georgia's pretty hot, so this freaking heat can't be that bad for you.
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Tyran Drenski: maniacal
Tyran Drenski looks angery at Waddles comment...
Randall Breckenridge: Ahm, from the hills, so up here aint so bad, its like home. But down on the coast, whew ewee thats swimming in sweat.
Withers: Well, I'm going to go get the civvy news crew. Everyone else grab your gear and meet at the motor pool in 15.
Randall Breckenridge: aye sarge
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): If looks could kill Waddles would be slowly melting.
Becker: This entire damn country is swimming in sweat.
Colwyn O'Reilly: yes sarge
Hogpile: Move it folks. Oh, and Waddles, you look like you have more brawn than brains, I dub you assistant gunner.
Tyran Drenski: Hoaah Serg
Waddles: Cool! What does that mean?
Hogpile: Here, carry all my extra ammo.
Tyran Drenski: That means if you mess up he'll clean up after you
Samson: Wow...I'm not sure if Dugan or Waddles is worse.
Samson: And I only know of Dugan from rumors....
Tyran Drenski: Waddles
Rooky: So, Drenski, what do you need the Chinese-English dictionary for? You know the gooks around here speak Vietnamese right?
Tyran Drenski heads to his bunk and gathers his statue and his gear. Leave his new toy..can we trust the newb
Colwyn O'Reilly: here waddles... I've got some medical stuff you can carry too
Waddles: Yay! I feel important!
Tyran Drenski: I like to study new languages
Tyran Drenski: Is waddles blond??? ADD????
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): that is OOC
TADM: It doesn't really need to be OOC.
Tyran Drenski: I have a Vietnamese dictionaries too Rooky
Randall Breckenridge: Ah think he fell on his head once too many
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): good point tyran already is grouch with the new rugrat
Rooky: Waddles, I checked your gear, I think you are missing your left handed grenades. Make sure you get some of those. You can't throw the normal issue ones with your left hand.
Waddles: Really?
McConnall: (starts to reconsider transfer)
Tyran Drenski: Hey Waddles you should hold Fred for Dugan...He likes to swim
Colwyn O'Reilly: McConnall, I recommend some extra medical supplies
Colwyn O'Reilly: did anyone hear how long we were going to be gone?
McConnall: I was thinking mostly aspiriin for my headache that I am going to get.
Hogpile: A day, so pack for two.
Colwyn O'Reilly: thank you corp
Colwyn O'Reilly: morphine is better. and don't go scouting or jump out of the helicopter first
About fifteen minutes later, everyone gathers at a pair of M-113s. Withers is there, along with Christy Thompson and five other news people.
McConnall: Nah, morphine makes me grouchy.
Becker: It's also addictive and slows your reflexes.
Withers: Okay, Hogpile, take Samson, Rooky, Becker, McConnall, and those three reporters in the second M-113. Everyone else pile in the first one with me.
Colwyn O'Reilly: this is true. but when you've been shot to hell you'll probably be grateful I've got some
Rooky: I plan on using Waddles for cover...oh wait, we aren't in the same APC.
Colwyn O'Reilly: bye hogpile... good luck
Randall Breckenridge loads up
Tyran Drenski: I hope you live Hog!!!
Hogpile: Yeah, Sergeant Martyr over there took Thompson and Waddles. I don't think I'm the one who needs luck.
Christy Thompson: Hey, what did I do?
Tyran Drenski get comfy in a corner and sleeps while he can.
The APCs rev up and head down the road.
Withers: It will be about 10 minutes until we get to the first village. There is a missionary there who has opened a church. Ms. Thompson and the news people are going to interview him. We are going to check the area for any signs of VC.
Withers: Hogpile's group has perimeter security, we are going to look through the village for contraband.
Colwyn O'Reilly: such as?
Tyran Drenski: real food...so we can eat it?
John (Randall Breckenridge): Doors 8-tracks
Withers: Chinese weapons, tunnels, RPGs, any of those things.
Christy Thompson: So, is there much of a problem with those items around here?
John (Randall Breckenridge): Tunnels and Trolls
Tyran Drenski: hooah serg
TADM: GURPS 1st Edition?
Withers: Not really, but better to be safe than sorry ma'am.
Christy Thompson: So, I have not had much of a chance to speak with this squad. Any news on your former sergeant?
Withers: Nope.
Christy Thompson: I heard that Private Drenski there rigged up a radio that gets clear channel radio stations. How is that even possible?
Colwyn O'Reilly is suddenly really amused by a shiny object
Tyran Drenski: Wow your hearing some tall tails...(laughs) that is crazy.
Tyran Drenski: Wow I'm pretty awesome if I could do that.
Tyran Drenski looks proud in a sarcastic way
Christy Thompson: Hmm...and I guess all those people who keep telling me about some green flashes of light from this squad...that's just crazy stories also?
Tyran Drenski looks confused
Withers: Yes ma'am, that would be classified information. Testing some new equipment.
Christy Thompson: Ah ha!
Colwyn O'Reilly: green flashes? we don't smoke mary jane in this unit
Tyran Drenski laughs
Waddles: What's Mary Jane? I keep hearing all about it.
Tyran Drenski: I bet Dugan does...
Colwyn O'Reilly: yeah, he probably does
Tyran Drenski: Its a grown up thing Waddles... we will wait until your a little older.
Colwyn O'Reilly: once you hit puberty
Colwyn O'Reilly: right after sarge explains where babies come from
Waddles: Awww...my parents say that about "mooning" also.
Withers: Babies come from storks Colwyn, don't confuse the kid.
Tyran Drenski looks happy newbs are fun
Christy Thompson: So Waddles, you are new to this unit, what do you know about these green flashes?
Waddles: Err...well, I don't know what to think, but you have a pretty mouth and nice teeth.
Tyran Drenski notes to himself Waddles must be left in the dark about the statue....
Christy Thompson: What's that supposed to mean?
Randall Breckenridge: well there, a right purty mouth
Withers: Waddles, look out the window, I think I see some monkeys in the trees.
Waddles: Really? Where?
Randall Breckenridge: Waddles, ahm beginin to wonder bout you
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): flying monkeys... I feel like I need to cackle
Colwyn O'Reilly: windows?
The APC comes to a halt. Withers pops the door open and everyone gets out.
Hogpile's group splits up and heads out to secure the perimeter.
Withers: Waddles, go after Hogpile since you are carrying his extra ammo.
Waddles: Sure thing sarge!
Colwyn O'Reilly: wow sarge... which elementary school did he get recruited out of?
Withers takes the reporters over to a church. A man with a French accent comes out and shakes hands all around. He gestures for the reporters to come inside.
Tyran Drenski: thanks serg I think he is secretly working for the other side.... he better keep his weapon pointing away from me.
Colwyn O'Reilly is not the first one out
GM: Waddles is the first one out, he had to see if he could spot the monkeys.
Tyran Drenski follows the rest
Randall Breckenridge: Ahm thinkin kinygarten
Withers: Not sure O'Reilly, but I just hope Waddles knows how to change his own diapers.
Withers: Anyway, now that the missionary has the reporters and Hogpile's group is securing the perimeter, it is time to get down to business.
Colwyn O'Reilly: yes sarge
Tyran Drenski: hooah serg
Withers: Sweep the village, look for Chinese or NVA weaponry, tunnels, or anything suspicious.
Colwyn O'Reilly: you may be right randall
Withers: If you run into trouble come get me, I'm now six weeks into my Vietnamese language course, so I might be able to fake it somewhat. I'll be at the church keeping an eye on the reporters.
Randall Breckenridge: ok sarge
GM: Notice or Streetwise checks.
Tyran Drenski: got my dictionary serg
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [1d6 = 5]
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 6]
Tyran Drenski: Notice (GOOD) [1d8 = 5]
The squad roots through the village for a bit. The people here are friendly and pleasant. You find nothing unusual here, they have some M1s and some French Lebels, but nothing that seems particularly VC-like.
Once the reporters are done, Withers gets everyone back into the APCs and they trundle down the road to the next village.
Withers: The next village is about twenty minutes away. There is a small Navy post here where we pick up the boats that will take us down the Ninh Tom river.
Withers: The reporters are here to talk to some people from the Army Corps of Engineers who are building a bridge.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): great i can't swim...
Tyran Drenski: hooah serg
Colwyn O'Reilly: well, if they started ten years ago they may have plans by now
Withers: We are here to check for contraband like the last village. Then perform an inspection of a restaurant that one of the Navy guys stationed here recommended to me.
Randall Breckenridge: sure thing
Christy Thompson: That was a pretty nasty thing to say about the Corps of Engineers, care to elaborate on that opinion O'Reilly?
Waddles: Is it like a beaver dam? I've never seen one of those.
Colwyn O'Reilly: they take their time to do it right, ma'am
Tyran Drenski: O' Reilly is a good Cathlic ma'am he is a good man
Tyran Drenski inside is laughing
Randall Breckenridge: They ain't the Seabees, thats fer dang sure
Randall Breckenridge: John Wayne sure wouldn a been a ACOE!
The APCs come to a halt. This is a decent sized village. There is a small Navy detachment and an Army Corps of Engineers squad here.
As with the last village, Hogpile's group heads out to check the perimeter (along with Waddles) while the Reporters and Withers go visit with the Engineers.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [1d6 = 4]
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 4]
Withers does point out the restaurant, so once you are done checking for weapons you can head there.
You search the village, find nothing unusual, and stop at the restuarant. The food is better than the stuff Duke serves, but it lacks the atmosphere and most of the time the waitstaff and the kitchen staff seem to be arguing in Vietnamese.
Tyran Drenski: Notice (GOOD) [1d6 = 7]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): do I understand anything they are saying?
GM: It seems to be an argument about who's turn it is to take out the garbage.
Tyran Drenski: They are talking about garbage... (looks so happy)
Colwyn O'Reilly: hopefully they weren't talking about us
A while later Withers gathers everyone up and they pile on to a pair of riverine boats.
Withers: Last stop for the day is about an hour downstream. A village where some Mormons opened a school and a church. The reporters and I will talk with them. The rest of you know the drill by now.
Colwyn O'Reilly: yes sarge
Tyran Drenski: No duties of the kitchen. I got to send Alberts something to say thank you.
Tyran Drenski: Yep serg
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 5]
Christy Thompson: So no one ever answered me, any word of Sergeant Almareth?
Christy Thompson: I have been doing some research on this guy, maybe you'd like to know what I found out?
Randall Breckenridge: whats that?
Tyran Drenski: Sure
Christy Thompson: No...we play the game this way. You answer a question, I answer a question.
Christy Thompson: Because frankly, some strange things are happening around here. And don't get me started on this "Doctor" Eichmann guy....
She shivers when she says, "Doctor Eichmann."
Christy Thompson: So...when was the last anyone heard from Sergeant Almareth? I don't buy any story that he is MIA or KIA.
Randall Breckenridge: he disappeared afore, but not this long.
Tyran Drenski: I can't help you I haven't seen him since before the major labeled him AWOL
Tyran Drenski: I wish I could help but the Serg abandoned us with out a word.
Christy Thompson: Hmm..well, an answer is an answer. So now I'll answer one of your questions.
GM: Don't all jump up at once now...
GM: If Waddles gets bored, he might ask a question...
Randall Breckenridge: what strange things you heard about the sarge?
Christy Thompson: Well, since you military guys tend to go by last names, you might not know that his official first name on record is "Mistwalker." And if I search the military archives for that name, this guy supposedly earned a stack of ribbons as long as my arm in World War II. It must be the same guy, unless someone names their kid "Mistwalker Almareth Junior."
Tyran Drenski: Native American huh? Go figue
Christy Thompson: So next question, given that piece of information, how old did Sergeant Almareth look when last you saw him?
Colwyn O'Reilly: he did sort of have that dark look
Colwyn O'Reilly: old? of course, everyone is old compared to waddles...
Waddles: Hey, I'm 19! What are you, like 20?
Tyran Drenski: Early 30's
Randall Breckenridge: he was very fit, so mabbe lates 30s, mabbe
Christy Thompson: So what question do you have for me?
Tyran Drenski: Did he do any studies...college...peace corp
Randall Breckenridge: is that yer question?
Christy Thompson: Is that what you are asking, or do you have another one?
Tyran Drenski: I was at a loss got anything better?
Randall Breckenridge: how bout where the Doktor comes from and who he works fer?
TADM: OOOH! John gets the shiny bonus!
Randall Breckenridge has been awarded a benny
Tyran Drenski: she has answers about the serg not the doktor
Randall Breckenridge: Is he really a Nazi, or jest a wannabe?
Tyran Drenski: but if she knows I would love to learn about him
Colwyn O'Reilly: I agree with Breck's question
Christy Thompson: Well, it seems that Doktor Franz Eichmann (she crosses herself) was a Colonel in the SS. He was labeled as one of Hitler's "Occult Specialists." I know the Israelis would love to get their hands on him.
Christy Thompson: So here's my question, since you know about him. Any speculation on why the US is harboring this guy?
Randall Breckenridge: Well, he seems to be lookin fer artifacts and such, in weird places.
Colwyn O'Reilly: I don't know... maybe he's defective?
Colwyn O'Reilly: er... defected
Tyran Drenski: I believe your question is above my pay grade....I have NO idea.
John (Randall Breckenridge): defecatate
Christy Thompson: So, what kind of artifacts would interest one of Hitler's Occult Specialists?
Randall Breckenridge: powerful nasty ones
Tyran Drenski: hey that is two for you
Withers: That's enough. I'm going to agree with Drenski. You are asking questions way above our paygrades.
Christy Thompson: Fine you get one more answer, pick a good question.
Randall Breckenridge: mabbe like that one I saw in a comic book once, that Ark that Indy Jones was a chasin
TADM: Wow, that is totally anachronistic.
John (Randall Breckenridge): trans temporal psychic phenomena, similar to deja vu
Colwyn O'Reilly: I have a question ma'am
TADM: At least it is not vuja de - when people remember you doing things you were planning on, but haven't done yet.
John (Randall Breckenridge): I like that
Colwyn O'Reilly: what's your interest in all this classified information? you could never prove it in a story because brass would shoot you down.... you must have some ulterior motive
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): or are you almareth's long lost love child?
Christy Thompson: I have a moral obligation to report the truth. And I smell some giant coverup going on here.
Colwyn O'Reilly: ah, so you're one of those conspiracy whackos... next you'll tell me aliens and bird women exist
Colwyn O'Reilly: I'm sure brass wouldn't let eichmann around classified information if he wasn't legitimate
Randall Breckenridge: Ah smell lilac scented ambition?
Randall Breckenridge: legit creepy
Christy Thompson: We have a sergeant using the same name as a guy who had an incredible and mostly classified record in World War II. An SS Officer known as an Occult Specialist, and rumors of green flashes, giant spiders, albino apes. Something is going on.
Randall Breckenridge: mabbe, coincidence, tall tales, a a little dope smokin?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): mulders grandmother?
Colwyn O'Reilly: i'm going with the dope smoking
Colwyn O'Reilly: I hear they have some wicked hallucingenics around here
Tyran Drenski: sounds llike a ray bradbury book ma'am you a writer?
Randall Breckenridge: You do make it soun right ominous. An you left out the rachnomancers.
Colwyn O'Reilly: oh yeah, you forgot the spider riding VC with jet packs and laser guns
Tyran Drenski: So how were the mormans ma'am
Colwyn O'Reilly rolls his eyes
Randall Breckenridge: the ones here got multiple wives, jes like the Bible?
Christy Thompson: No they don't.
Colwyn O'Reilly: yeah, they do a lot of begetting
Tyran Drenski: Maybe the mormans are the riders and the doktor is trying to recute them to fly to mars were Hitler will be resurected and rule the stars.
Randall Breckenridge: No polly gamists
Christy Thompson: Whatever. You don't want to offer any suggestions, I'll find the information on my own.
Withers: That's probably best ma'am. After all, you can't trust anything the Brass tells us to tell you anyways.
Christy Thompson: (gets all sulky)
Randall Breckenridge: You also left out them crazy 7 feet tall VC. You hear bout them?
Christy Thompson: Whatever, mock me.
Colwyn O'Reilly laughs out loud
Tyran Drenski: We are just gunners trying to survive we truly have no idea what is going on. Please ask the Major he will help you.
Randall Breckenridge: they was tuff, but Drenski here blew em to bits anyways...
Colwyn O'Reilly: Drenski blows most things to bits... rocks, trees, sticks....VC
TADM: LOL
Colwyn O'Reilly: small villages
Tyran Drenski: its a great hobbie I love a good explosion
Tyran Drenski: I make killer LZ
Randall Breckenridge: yeah, but the funny thing was the one I hit square tween the eyes, and he got up for more. That aint natral
The boats come up the docks. Everyone disembarks.
Christy Thompson: Right, I'm sure you are just making up stories now.
Colwyn O'Reilly: he had an american made dog tag on his forehead, like richard's...
Withers takes the reporters over to the Mormon's school.
Withers: Okay soldiers, you know the drill.
Colwyn O'Reilly: yes sarge
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 3]
Tyran Drenski: Well play time is over back to work...hooah serg
Randall Breckenridge: I aint makin fun, ma'am. You asked bout weird stuff. Dont go thinkin all weird stuff is one big con-spircy though. Somes jes weird stuff.
Tyran Drenski: Notice (GOOD) [1d8 = 5]
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 12]
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): nice rollin John
You find no signs of VC/NVA contraband. You do find....
John (Randall Breckenridge): I roll well as long as im not shootin
Nguyen: Hey my American friends! I am happy to sees you!
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): you can see the reporters pretty undies with that roll
TADM: John, remember to use your +2 for Marksmanship in the future.
Randall Breckenridge: who's this guy?
Colwyn O'Reilly: winwin!
TADM: I think we have been forgetting that, and Dresnki has it now too to remember.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): +2 for me too right?
TADM: Yep.
Colwyn O'Reilly: avoid the pretty reporter lady... she's bad juju
John (Randall Breckenridge): I was using it for a while, but 3 rd bursts gives +2 TH and dmg
TADM: With the a total of 12 on Notice, Randall realizes she's NOT wearing undies.
John (Randall Breckenridge): nice
Tyran Drenski: winwin umm yes don't speak to her she is evil
TADM: 3 round burst and Marksmanship are cumulative.
Randall Breckenridge: Ah lahk her, specially when her pants is sweaty...
TADM: You get the +2 for marksmanship as long as you don't move, so if you don't move and 3 round burst, you should get a +4 to hit.
Tyran Drenski: what are you doing here winwin?
John (Randall Breckenridge): oh, ok
Nguyen: Wow, you big Marine!
[w] Jackson Dane: christ...even if I raise my str to d10, I am stil encumbered and that is even with brawny
Randall Breckenridge: right nice of you to notice
[w] -> Jackson Dane: Don't sweat it, we figure out what gear you keep in combat and you drop the rest on the first round. Zach's character is running around with a -4 Encumbrance penalty.
Nguyen: Me, I am here to sell things. But nasty More-mans people say my stuff is work of Devil. Me not sure what Devil they talking about. Me thinks if they see big White Ape, they get new idea of Devil!
Randall Breckenridge: whatcha sellin?
Nguyen: (seems very annoyed, like he is considering making an Albino Ape appear)
Tyran Drenski: anything new?
Tyran Drenski: They are mormans no one here understands them either.
Colwyn O'Reilly: isn't breck sort of a big white ape?
Randall Breckenridge: Well, now, I hear they think coffee is the Devil's drink too, so don get too upset.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Attempts to say what do you have for sale in Vietnamese
Nguyen: (looks at Tyran with a weird expression) My daughter too old for you, and she not for sale.
Nguyen: Oh me have charms, ear paste, bug repellant.
Randall Breckenridge: ye got charms to keep monsters away. We could rightly use some of them...
Tyran Drenski: Fail
Tyran Drenski: Any thing like our last purchase?
Nguyen: No, me have no more statues or things like that.
Randall Breckenridge: is that where that thing came from?
Colwyn O'Reilly: you've stayed away from the doctor, right?
Nguyen: Me hoping Sarge come from Red River Delta. Maybe he have more then.
Tyran Drenski: If the Lady talks to you just speak your native language and stay away.
Nguyen: Me no see any doctors. Me not have faith in Your-O-peeing Medicine.
Tyran Drenski: So what do you know about the mistwalker? We seem to know who he is now.
Colwyn O'Reilly: don't even do that.... just mumble about venereal diseases
Nguyen: Mistwalker, what you want to know? You already been around Mistwalker.
Colwyn O'Reilly: except he's in the delta...
Tyran Drenski: He is our old serg, we haven't seen him in a long time. That is all we know.
Nguyen: Yeah, me not see your old Sarge in long time. But if me hear anything, I let you know.
Nguyen: Think it been like two moons, maybe more.
Tyran Drenski: Do you know any new comands?
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): yeah, just send us an email from your iphone... oh wait
Nguyen: No, me no have statue to practice with.
GM: Notice checks.
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 7]
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [1d6 = 5]
Tyran Drenski: Notice (GOOD) [1d8 = 5]
Miss Thompson is walking over to the group.
Nguyen: Ooohh! Pretty lady. You army guys lucky.
Nguyen: Me sell her stuff at cheap price.
Colwyn O'Reilly: winwin... quiet... you don't know english right now
Christy Thompson: Who's your friend?
Randall Breckenridge: Some Vietnamese merchant. Want any home made bug repellent?
Tyran Drenski: pedler of some sort
Randall Breckenridge: or ear paste?
Colwyn O'Reilly: friend? we just met him... tyran was trying out his new dictionary... I think he asked to buy this guy's daughter
Randall Breckenridge: Tyran's tryin out his lingo on him
Nguyen walks up to her and gives her a big toothy grin. Well, with as many teeth as he has.
Tyran Drenski: I was not, I was practicing my Vietmanese.
Nguyen: Me love you long time! Good boom-boom!
Christy Thompson: Errr...
Randall Breckenridge: Well now...
Tyran Drenski: Sounds like a great offer...I bet he has good prices
Randall Breckenridge: Ah still think the ear paste is a better deal, tho
Colwyn O'Reilly: i wouldn't let your camera guy in with you though
Christy Thompson: (responds in Vietnamese)
GM: This is when the players go..."uh oh!"
Tyran Drenski: You speak the lingo?
Nguyen: (responds in Vietnamese)
Christy Thompson: Yes.
Randall Breckenridge: Ma'am, Tyan here told me somethin else bout the Doktor. didnt you?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Does tyran understand anything?
Tyran Drenski: Notice (GOOD) [1d8 = 5]
GM: You get the feeling she is grilling Nguyen about a lot of different topics. She speaks REALLY fast.
Tyran Drenski: Yeah he likes to talk to... older people, like chiefs of villages you should look into it.
Christy Thompson: I'm sure you can tell me all about the Doktor on the boat ride back to Dak-To.
Christy Thompson: (speaks Vietnamese)
Colwyn O'Reilly: we need a diversion... Tyran, shoot something
Nguyen: (responds, makes big expansive hand gestures)
Tyran Drenski: Hooah Whiters is calling ma'am we need to go
Randall Breckenridge whispers Any contraband to destroy?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): quick someone pretend to see something
Christy Thompson: Now now, just a minute. The merchant here is telling me some interesting things about little green men. And no, I don't mean Martians.
Randall Breckenridge: Like made of gems?
Tyran Drenski: Ma'am your safety is key we need to leave
Nguyen: (responds in Vietnamese, gets out a bottle of cream and hands it to her)
Colwyn O'Reilly: right... little green statues... maybe he found some in a buddhist temple... don't they like jade dogs or something?
Randall Breckenridge: Ah tihnk they would be Jade, isn't there a lot of that round here?
Tyran Drenski: We are here souly to protect you
Colwyn O'Reilly: is that winwin cream?
Christy Thompson: (bows, thanks him profusely, hands him a $50 bill)
Tyran Drenski: Jade is green?
Christy Thompson: Okay, let's go.
She leaves and heads back to the school, where Withers and the other reporters have gathered.
Randall Breckenridge: Ma'am, we kin find ye more merchants if you got finders fees available...
Colwyn O'Reilly: what did you tell her winwin?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): great what does she know????
Tyran Drenski: we told you she was working witht the doktor...what did you say?
John (Randall Breckenridge): now shes gonna have ta misappear on the boat ride...
Nguyen: She nice lady. Me tell her about Buddhist temple in Thailand. Me say it full of gold and jade statues.
Tyran Drenski sighs
Nguyen: Of course, me also full of many lies. But it get her and Doktor gone for a while.
Colwyn O'Reilly: good job... next time you're at duke's I'll buy you a beer
Tyran Drenski: Awesome
Nguyen: Plus me sell her bug repellant cream.
Nguyen: She pay $50. How funny.
Tyran Drenski: We will buy you lots of rounds at dukes
Randall Breckenridge: Ahm in fer that
Colwyn O'Reilly: see you later...
Colwyn O'Reilly heads back to boats
John (Randall Breckenridge): I liked Roi's undies better
Nguyen: You guys want any bug repellent?
Tyran Drenski: Winwin be safe and we will see you again. No thanks.
Randall Breckenridge: Ahl take some for Waddles.
Randall Breckenridge: You got any charms gainst monsters an such?
Tyran Drenski follows Colwyn and tries to think about what he is going to talk about on the boat.
Nguyen: Here you go, $5. Only silly reporter lady pays $50
Randall Breckenridge: okay, good deal. See ya.
Nguyen: bug repellant works on big spiders for short period of time.
Randall Breckenridge: thats right good to know
Nguyen: Also, you should try ear paste some day.
Randall Breckenridge: whats that do?
Nguyen: Helps you hear.
Randall Breckenridge: hmm, I'll try some o that.
Nguyen: Okay, $5 will get you small jar. Works maybe three times before it runs out.
Tyran Drenski: I'll take some of that here is 10
Randall Breckenridge: Sure, that sounds good.
Nguyen: Not work very long in jungle heat, maybe 5 minutes per application.
GM: Make sure you mark down anything and everything you buy from the amusing little Peddler.
Nguyen: Oh, and don't be stupid and apply ear paste to other parts of body. It do bad things.
Tyran Drenski: I won't but I would like some
Nguyen: (gives Tyran two jars for $10)
Tyran Drenski: Thanks
Nguyen: Me know stupid Frenchman who put it on butt. He have very loud stinky farts for seven years. Plus other men find him very attractive suddenly. Me not want to know why.
Randall Breckenridge: well now, if anyone gets to uppity they may have some butt cream...
Nguyen: Me go now, see you all later.
Randall Breckenridge: Cya
Tyran Drenski: I don't want to know why, Bye winwin
Nguyen: (he picks up his oversized basket and walks into the jungle)
Tyran Drenski opens one jar and applies it on the ears
For the next five minutes, Tyran can understand everything anyone says within 15' of him, regardless of the language they speak.
GM: And mark off one use.
Randall Breckenridge: mabbe a ninja mission to the Doktor's hemorrhoid cream...
Colwyn O'Reilly: be a good trick for putting on waddles
Randall Breckenridge: well, now, thats right magical like
GM: You have 5 uses left.
Tyran Drenski: Hey Randall I can understand what the natives are saying....
GM: And it does not give you the ability to speak anything, but you can suddenly understand it.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): I put it into my inventory
Randall Breckenridge: what they sayin?
Small Kid: Hey, let's go see if we can catch more fish!
Farmer: It will rain soon.
Tyran Drenski: that kid got a fish
Tyran Drenski: it is going to rain
Wife: Three dollars for that? You are too expensive.
GM: etc. etc. etc.
Tyran Drenski: we should go eves drop on better conversations
Randall Breckenridge: Does Waddles make any more sense?
Tyran Drenski: Not sure if that could happen..
Withers picks everyone up. You get back on the boats and head upstream.
Christy Thompson: That was a nice merchant you met. He was very informative.
Tyran Drenski: Glad you had a highlight.
Randall Breckenridge: He seemed ok, friendly like
Tyran Drenski wonders if he can hear her thoughts
Colwyn O'Reilly: we run into lots of those travelling merchants selling local voodoo remedies about as useful as budweiser for getting drunk
John (Randall Breckenridge): stay far from Waddles unless you want to get sucked into the black hole...
GM: It only lasts for five minutes, and no, you cannot hear thoughts.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): AAHHHHHHH DUMBNESS BLACK HOLE AAHHHH
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): darn
Christy busies herself writing notes. The rest of the trip back to Dak-To is quiet and uneventful.
Withers: If only all missions involved no gunfire.
Hogpile: Yeah, it'd be safer on my bullet-ridden body.
Hogpile: Although I am looking for the Hat Trick on purple hearts.
Tyran Drenski: Serg the war gods can hear you... His name is murphy.
Withers: Undoubtedly.
Randall Breckenridge: Its them pauses that make the bullets feel worse...
Colwyn O'Reilly: I'll stick with the one corp
TADM: Okay, we can call it good here. I don't need to reset bennies and handed out XP.
TADM: No one leveled up.
John (Randall Breckenridge): ok cool
TADM: This mission was brought to you by the random mission dice generator. Thank you for playing.
Jackson Dane: yay! I suck for barely being able to show up
Colwyn O'Reilly: but you made it!
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): I didn't get to play with my statue...:(
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): I have grenade lancher dukes would be scary
John (Randall Breckenridge): a new meaning to clearing the room out
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): lol
Campaign saved.