Savage Worlds Ruleset for Fantasy Grounds II
(c) 2009 Pinnacle Entertainment Group.
[w] Uriel Iscariot: GM edges are 5 pts?
[w] -> Uriel Iscariot: Any advance is 5 points.
[w] -> Uriel Iscariot: Also, at some point tonight you might have to deal with a combination of both "sin" and "major pacifist" - I'm relatively certain Uriel will really want to kill someone.
[w] Uriel Iscariot: GM Oh boy. Well I think ill just take "Conviction" for now for the static +2. That is quite the pickle....XD
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 11]
Doctor Bailey checks his crates and frowns.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Hmm...looks like my glassware was all destroyed at some point in the journey.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Most distressing...most distressing indeed.
Zach Dallas: Wasn't the loading
Zach Dallas: apparently a dollar tip gets good treatment
Zach Dallas: shrugs
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Hmm..oh yes, I imagine it would.
Dr. MacVellian: I have a feeling that the ants tampered with everyone's equipment
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Probably.
Zach Dallas: I have a feeling that everyone tampered with everyone's equipment...
Zach Dallas: except you, of course, Dr.Bailey
He pulls out his pocket watch and stares at it blankly for a couple seconds.
Uriel Iscariot: How sad....
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Well, no matter. I expected this. I actually shipped a complete second set of my gear directly to the Symposium. I learned from last year's experience.
He smiles.
Zach Dallas: That was pretty clever
Dr. Elijah Bailey: On that note, let's go to the Cherrywick hotel. I could use a good sleep in a non-moving bed.
Uriel Iscariot: Hrm. How Blase. You willingly endager the lives of many, yet knew all about it.....ugh.
Uriel Iscariot: You need to care more for your fellow man!
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Uhh..not sure if I mentioned this, but I reserved a room for myself, one for Doctor MacVellian, and one for Zach and Uriel to share.
Dr. MacVellian: Yes, you did
With that, he wanders down the street in the direction that you assume will take you to the Cherrywick Hotel.
The Cherrywick Hotel has a large sign out front, "Welcome Inventors!"
Uriel Iscariot: Read: welcome ye inventors of infernal devices and summoner of daemons, both foul and jovial
It is a nice looking hotel, bustling this time of day.
Uriel Iscariot: Wouldn't you say, Zach?
Zach Dallas: especially if that train is a precursor to what will come...
Dr. MacVellian: wonders if Dr. Bailey will later create eBai
TADM: Bad Nick! No Biscuit.
Zach Dallas: They're clearly a new business
As you walk inside, you are greeted by a tall, lanky man with sandy blonde hair. He smiles at Doctor Bailey.
Lucas Bowers: Doctor Bailey, it is always nice to have such a distinguished nig...
Bertha Bowers: ...gentleman of color...
Lucas Bowers: yes...gentleman of color here visiting.
Lucas Bowers: These must be your assistants.
He gives the group a warm smile.
Lucas Bowers: Your rooms are numbers 201, 202, and 203. Please let either Bertha or I know if there is anything you need.
Bertha Bowers: As it is 8'o'clock, it is past our normal meal time, but I will be happy to put something together for you.
Uriel Iscariot: Grace of the Lord be with you, Mister..?
Lucas Bowers: Oh, my apologies preacher, I am forgetting my manners. My name is Lucas Bowers, and this is my wife. The children you see running around are the rest of our family.
He hands you a key for each room.
Uriel Iscariot: Ah, thank you so much.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Why thank you Bertha, I will have some of that delicious sausage gravy and biscuits you make. I remember it fondly from last year.
Bertha Bowers: No problem, Doctor Bailey, can I get the rest of you anything?
Uriel Iscariot: (whispers to Lucas: For the Love of all that is holy and good in this world, keep the kids away from these lunatics! Oh the horror!)
Zach Dallas: I would be glad to have anything you would offer
Lucas Bowers: (whispers back to Uriel) Yes, we learned that last year. Poor Timmy has not spoken since his experience at the Symposium last year.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): LOL
Bertha Bowers: Well, I shall just make some extra gravy and biscuits for you.
Bertha Bowers: Anything for either the young miss or the preacher?
Uriel Iscariot: Man lives not on bread alone, but on 'ever word from the Mouth of God!
Dr. MacVellian: Not right now, thank you. The offer is most appreciated
Uriel Iscariot: Im good thank you. (end pontification)
Uriel Iscariot: =)
Bertha Bowers: Very well, should you change your mind let me know.
Bertha vanishes into the back to start cooking.
Uriel Iscariot: Lucas, do you mind Cigar smoke in this establisment?
Lucas Bowers: Not at all. Just remember to put it out in an ashtray preacher, don't need the place burning down.
Uriel Iscariot: I do believe I am the last thing that would be responsible for any fire and brimstone 'ere. Talk about the elephant in the room. (looks at Dr. MacVellian)
About fifteen minutes later, dinner is served for those who ordered it.
The food is delicious and wholesome.
Dr. MacVellian: I believe I shall turn in for the evening.
After eating, Doctor Bailey yawns, bids you all "good night" and goes to bed.
[w] Uriel Iscariot: Lucas If you don't mind, I could try and help timmy. Let me know. The Lord doth not abandon.
[w] -> Uriel Iscariot: Certainly preacher, don't see how it would come to harm. Bertha will be there also, Timmy tends to hide behind her a lot.
Dr. MacVellian: does the same, making sure to securely lock my door and windows
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): I can fix that
GM: Any requests, otherwise the "fast forward" button will be pushed to 0700 the next morning.
[w] Uriel Iscariot: Lucas Ok, lets try a stat boost Spirit on that lad.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): I need sleep...
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 10]
Uriel Iscariot is using a benny
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} [1d6 = 3]
Uriel Iscariot: Poor timmy. Alas, those insane inventors.....
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): "You fail, but you don't blow up. That's a good sign"
Lucas Bowers: Indeed.
Everyone is rousted out of bed at 0700 in the morning by Doctor Bailey.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Come now, time for breakfast, then we need to get to the Symposium. The doors open to the public at 8'o'clock and I need to make sure my equipment is setup and ready to demonstrate.
Uriel Iscariot: Yes my good son, it shall be so.
Zach Dallas: Yessir
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Once everything is setup, you are free to wander the hall looking at things, equipment placed inside the Hall is under the safety of Hellstromme so it needs less guarding.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: I will, of course, appreciate your presence to guard me as I go to and from the Symposium.
Dr. MacVellian: Of course
Uriel Iscariot: Naturally, the Lord will help those who help themselves... You aren't makin it easy with this foul magic!
Bertha brings out plates of eggs, bacon, and potatoes.
Bertha Bowers: Did you all see the fire last night?
Bertha Bowers: The whole sky was lit up!
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Hmm..no.
Zach Dallas: Where at?
Bertha Bowers: Oh, actually none of your rooms face that way. Silly me.
Dr. MacVellian: Which one? There were several yesterday, all of which I had a seat much closer than I'd prefer
Uriel Iscariot: Thank you mam.
Bertha Bowers: Over on boot hill. Half the hill burned, trees, grass, everything. Folks tell me it looks like fires shot out of the graves.
Dr. MacVellian: That one I did not see, ma'am.
Uriel Iscariot: Jesus Mary and Joseph!
Bertha Bowers: Hundreds of corpses are lying about over there, like the earth itself rejected the dead folk.
Zach Dallas: That bodes rather poorly
Uriel Iscariot: What In the Nine hells has gotten into these lost children?
Bertha Bowers: I dinna know there preacher, but it sure is an odd sight. Folks also say that when the fire brigade went there, the fires wouldn't go out, no matter how much water they dumped on it.
Uriel Iscariot: Nevertheless, we should hate the sin, not the sinner. Hate the machines
Zach Dallas: ...and later the zombies...
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): My character is 3 dice rolls away from becoming Richard Dawkins. Thank you Faith Dice.
Dr. MacVellian: Riding [1d4 = 3]
Uriel Iscariot: Z z z z ZOMBIES?
Dr. MacVellian: Shouldn't priests like zombies? After all, it gives them the chance to send people to Heaven twice!
Bertha Bowers: Well, here's another odd thing I heard from the chinaman who does our laundry. Seems the feet and heads were removed from all the burned corpses.
TADM: I label this "highly suspicious."
Zach Dallas: That is good
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): me too
Uriel Iscariot: My god is not the God of the dead, but the God of the living!
Uriel Iscariot: .....
Zach Dallas: that means they have no head to bite us with and no feet to chase us on
Uriel Iscariot: Well there goes the appetite of one man at this table....
Bertha Bowers: Zombies? My you folks are weird.
Zach Dallas: I'm thinking there was some ridiculous paranoia going on
She heads back into the kitchen. Doctor Bailey (and anyone else who wants to) has a nice breakfast, then he heads over to the Symposium hall.
The Symposium Hall is a large warehouse looking building adjoining town hall.
Uriel Iscariot: I've felt safer.......on the battlefield.....
It has three entrances, the one you are allowed in (after getting your tickets from Doctor Bailey) is guarded by two Automatons.
The Automatons swivel to face you, you wave your ticket at them, then they gesture you through with their large gatling gun arms.
Dr. MacVellian: starts quickly sketching in my notebook
Uriel Iscariot: :gulp:
Uriel Iscariot: Kn Bible [1d6 = 11]
Uriel Iscariot: Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be men of courage; be strong.
As you step inside, you realize that this Symposium is much grander than you expected. It looks like dozens of inventors from a variety of places have gathered here. There is a large dias on one side where six men, including the Hellstromme Rep from the train, are seated.
Doctor Bailey is directed to a booth in the corner. He seems less than pleased with this position, but says nothing and heads over. He finds his undamaged crates there. He quickly sets up his alchemical preparations.
Uriel Iscariot: Siliconized Sodom......
Uriel Iscariot: This place.....
Dr. MacVellian: Looks like Winry from FMA when she's in Rush Valley
GM: Doctor Bailey's booth is the one where I have placed his icon.
Dr. MacVellian: This place is amazing!!
By the time you are done helping Doctor Bailey, it is about 0758, so you wait a couple minutes, then he lets you wander the hall.
Uriel Iscariot: Zach....I will stay by Dr. Bailey. You are free to investigate any doi'ins that be transpirins......
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): brb
Within this place you find a veritable horde of new inventions, all manner of crazy contraptions. Things like "unbreakable" butcher knives, "intelligent" barbed wire, "calibrated" horseshoes, sleep aids, "portable" batteries, self-cleaning spectacles, weapons, mining gear, self-propelled plows, and a host of things beyond that.
The one thing you do notice is that Doctor Bailey has novelty on his side, he is the only one showing potions and alchemical preparations here.
As you wander the hall, you do see Lottie Galloway, Conrad Judson, Sylvester Tate, Sir Clyde Reed Cannon, and H.K. Dial's booths.
Uriel Iscariot: On The Doctors Stuff:
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 7]
GM: Doctor Bailey's "stuff" appears to have not been tampered with, and in your uninformed opinion, seems the least dangerous of the inventions here.
Zach Dallas: on Dial's goods
Zach Dallas: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 4]
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): oh splendid
[w] Dr. MacVellian: I'd like to spend a few moments talking to the ones showing off mining stuff for my "project"
Dr. MacVellian: Notice {+2 Alertness} [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6+2 = 11]
Uriel Iscariot: OOh, what is Good Old Lottie up to.....
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 5]
GM: Lottie is showing off her various air filters, biovibration helmet, and other oddities to make the world a better place.
H.K. Dial has a few clockwork devices roaming around, including a pair of worker ants and one warrior ant. He scowls when he sees you. His booth also seems to be attracting a lot of attention.
The Hellstromme Reps visit it at least four times, which is more often than anyone else.
[w] Uriel Iscariot -> Zach Dallas: Hey man, You want to go SNEAKING?
Dr. MacVellian: roams the hall, rapidly filling my notebook with sketches (after asking the exhibitors for permission first, of course)
[w] -> Dr. MacVellian: The inventors give you general info, for the most part they are not interested in sharing technical explanations with a competitor at the Symposium.
[w] Zach Dallas -> Uriel Iscariot: I don't think so. There's too much that can go wrong. We could kill everyone in an INSTANT
[w] Zach Dallas -> Uriel Iscariot: plus, Brad nerfed my stealthing
[w] -> Zach Dallas: No, I made you roll what you were supposed to.
[w] Dr. MacVellian: Fair enough. However, I'm not a competitor...yet
Uriel Iscariot: I think I need to catch a breath of fresh air. (puts a cigar in his mouth). I will be out back for just a few moments, and then I shall stay with Dr. Bailey.
Uriel Iscariot: Theres....nothing here for me anyway. =)
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Make sure you take your ticket with you. If you don't the automatons will not let you back in.
By 0900 the hall is crowded with hundreds of spectators and representatives of various companies.
Uriel Iscariot: For any Sneakery around the place that I can see on "Smoke Break"
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 5]
[w] -> Dr. MacVellian: As you roam the hall, you spot Courtney Morrow. She is wandering the hall, taking notes, talking to inventors, and pretty much seems to be doing the same things you are.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): I think I'll remain with Bailey
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): I'm curious about his goods
[w] Dr. MacVellian: How are you enjoying the show, Ms. Morrow?
GM: It seems that the place is free of "sneakery." Between the Automatons and the couple of deputies standing around, people are not interested in trying much. At least in broad daylight they are not.
[w] -> Dr. MacVellian: Fine, how are you?
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): aw shucks!
Uriel Iscariot: Aight then, back to the job. No harm is to come to Bailey!
[w] Dr. MacVellian: Good. I'm curious about what sort of gun that was you were using last night.
Doctor Bailey runs a smooth and efficient booth. He offers small "shot glass" sized samples of several tonics. You notice that representatives from the Union government and Union Blue Railroad stop by several times to talk with him.
[w] -> Dr. MacVellian: My toy. Not something I wish to discuss here, but I'll be happy to talk about it outside the Symposium.
[w] Dr. MacVellian: I would gladly appreciate it. It shall help me with my future "project". I'll share my idea with you, as it may also interest your benefactor.
[w] -> Dr. MacVellian: Certainly Doctor, the Agency is always eager for promising inventions.
GM: Time flies by (or crawls by if you are Uriel.)
GM: Eventually it gets to be around noon, and there is a commotion from the front entrance.
Zach Dallas: checking it out
Dr. MacVellian: goes to check it out also
A ten-foot tall padlocked crate is being wheeled in. It is made of dark hardwood and the corners are steel-reinforced.
[w] Dr. MacVellian: with Marrow following, I presume?
Uriel Iscariot: Mark, Luke, Matthew, and John, what the devil could this be?
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): (yes, I know I fucked that up, if you can see my error there please be respectful)
Two Wells-Fargo mechanical mules are hauling it in on a crate. They belch smoke and make slow progress. On the side of the crate is a large sign that reads, "H.K. Dial. Clockwork Curiosities. Official Entry to Kansas City Symposium."
Uriel Iscariot: Kn Bible [1d6 = 15]
Uriel Iscariot: He thwarts the plans of the crafty, so that their hands achieve no success.
The mules drag it over to his booth, get unhitched, then head out of the building, being lead by two Wells Fargo employees.
Uriel Iscariot: Yah, so hes got an entourage of machines. Good for him. Careless rascal......no good darn tootin rapscallion....
As a crowd gathers around it, H.K. Dial glows with excitement. He climbs of a series of handholds on the side of the crate until he is standing on top of it.
H.K. Dial: Ladies and gentlemen! Representatives of Dr. Darius Hellstromme! Esteemed guests of the symposium! We all know the point of this contest—to see whose invention is most powerful, and thus most useful to Dr.Darius Hellstromme! I submit, for your consideration, the TITAN!
With that, he stomps on the crate in a sequence of steps.
Uriel Iscariot: Kn Bible [1d6 = 2]
Uriel Iscariot: The Nephilim er....what...in the hell are those bailey?
Dr. MacVellian: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 16]
A metallic CRASH! shakes the entire crate. The hall goes silent as people back away from H. K. Dial’s booth. Another SMASH! rocks the crate and snaps the padlocks. The front of the box swings open slowly. Inside is the biggest, sleekest automaton anyone’s ever seen. Shaped more like a man than the typical Hellstromme model, it is compact and broad-shouldered, with massive fists. The entire thing is encased in smooth, brassy ghost steel, with the glow of burning ghost rock shining in its eyes.
It shudders, then lurches forward.
As it clears the crate, the head sweeps around over the assembled crowd. There are shouts of "ooh, aah."
H.K. Dial: Now my Titan! Win me the Symposium!
Dr. MacVellian: Uh oh
Dr. MacVellian: slowly starts to back away
[w] Dr. MacVellian: Whispers to Marrow "we should probably back up, in case things take a turn"
With those words, the Titan bolts forward, plowing into the nearest booth and shattering it into a pulp. With one arm it grabs the hapless inventor and squishes him, the man's head pops off and blood fountains everywhere.
GM: Naturally, this causes a panic...
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Oh dear.
Zach Dallas: HOLY ----
Uriel Iscariot: LEAPIN LUCIFER!
Courtney Morrow: Not on my watch bastard.
Courtney opens fire with her electrical gun. It hits the Titan in the back. The thing shudders slightly and then turns to face her.
H.K. Dial: No! Damn you! This year I will win!
Zach Dallas: Notice [1d6 = 11]
Dr. MacVellian: looks for any weak spots, blind spots, or possible imperfections in its movement
Dr. MacVellian: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 6]
Zach Dallas: weak spots?
Zach Dallas: draws pistols
You notice that the shoulder joints have no armor around them.
Uriel Iscariot: Oh noez! Courtney is in trouble!
Zach Dallas: Get the shoulder joints
Zach Dallas: It's got no armor on there
H.K. Dial activates a belt at his waist and it makes a gong noise. He appears behind Courtney and shoots her in the back with a derringer.
Courtney staggers forward.
Dr. MacVellian: You bastard!!
Dr. MacVellian: swings at Dial
Dr. MacVellian: Fighting [1d6 = 26]
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): NEED TANK?
Dr. MacVellian: Wrench damage [Raise] [3d4 = 17]
TADM: Well Holy Crap there Nick.
The Titan bursts over to Courtney and pummels her with its fists. She collapses in a heap.
[w] Zach Dallas: I'm going to get it with a Blast in the shoulder. I'd like to make sure nobody notices it was me though. What can I do for that?
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Recurrant theme: Bimodal Distriubtion
[w] Zach Dallas: by "it" I mean the shoulder of the bot
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): ROFL
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): That's why they invented the phrase "femme fatale"
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Hell, just use coins and not dice....
TADM: Umm yes. Doctor MacVellian just dropped an enemy Wild Card in the "surprise" round.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): "A wench to the face" ba dum dum
GM: Unfortunately, that means the Titan just saw its Creator have his skull caved in by the woman standing in front of it.
Round 1
The deck has been shuffled.
Dealing cards...
Titan: Titan: Fighting [1d10 = 8]
Titan: Titan: Fighting [1d10 = 5]
Titan: Titan: Fists damage [2d12+2 = 7]
Titan: Titan: Fists damage [2d12+2 = 19]
GM: Vigor check please, Doctor MacVellian.
GM: Unless you'd like to spend a lot of bennies NOW
Dr. MacVellian: Vigor [1d6 = 3]
GM: NOW would be good.
Dr. MacVellian is using a benny
Dr. MacVellian: Vigor [1d6 = 5]
GM: Okay, that leaves you unshaken, and with three wounds. Which is better than dead.
Dr. MacVellian
Dr. MacVellian: Um...given my current status, I'll try to drag Courtney to safety as I wonder why the gatling gun automatons haven't brought the rain yet
Hellstromme Rep: To answer that question Doctor MacVellian, the Automatons are programmed to stop theft and guard the entrances to the Symposium. Events that happen within the Symposium are not to be interfered with.
[w] Zach Dallas: what are the odds that nobody will notice me throwing an exploding card?
[w] -> Zach Dallas: Given the fact that everyone is running in terror or staring at the Titan, pretty good.
Zach Dallas
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): afk. i'll keep an eye on the screen
[w] Zach Dallas: I'm getting a card off on the thing's right shoulder
[w] Zach Dallas: it's 4 power points to cast something with 3D6 damage, right?
Zach Dallas: Spellcasting [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 5]
[w] Zach Dallas: and does it require a raise?
[w] Zach Dallas: and will that natural 1 do horrible, horrible things to me?
[w] -> Zach Dallas: 2 points for a single blast for 3d6 damage, and it does not need a raise.
[w] -> Zach Dallas: And yes to the "horrible" things question
Zach Dallas is using a benny
Zach Dallas: Spellcasting [1d8 = 3]
Zach Dallas is using a benny
Zach Dallas: Spellcasting [1d6 = 13]
TADM: Kaboom!
[w] -> Zach Dallas: You hit, roll damage.
Zach Dallas: [3d6 = 21]
A card flies from a corner of the Symposium, strikes the Titan in the right shoulder and blows the arm clean off. It falls to the ground with a resounding crash.
Uriel Iscariot
Dr. Elijah Bailey: COURTNEY!
Zach Dallas: Save the girl!
Uriel Iscariot: How sure is it's footing, and how textured is the floor?
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 5]
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): for bonus XP!
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Preacher! Take these two tonics over to Courtney and Doctor MacVellian.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Please save Courtney if she can be saved! Please!
[w] Dr. MacVellian: Is coutrney dr. bailey's daughter?
The Titan has very sure footing. It has large wide feet and there is no "basement" in this building, so no chance of it falling through.
[w] -> Dr. MacVellian: Well, who are you asking? You are not really in a good spot to find out that information.
Uriel Iscariot: Grabs the tonics and runs to the incidient as far as he can
Uriel Iscariot: (that was an action)
Uriel Iscariot: Kn Bible [1d6 = 5]
Uriel Iscariot: A wicked messenger falls into trouble, but a trustworthy envoy brings healing.
GM: Run check (D6) please.
Uriel Iscariot: Agility [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 11]
[w] Dr. MacVellian: i'll ask courtney later
GM: And lo did the Lord Almighty lend unto his servants swift wings to carry out His plans.
Round 2
Dealing cards...
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Here Mr. Dallas, take this tonic, it shall boost your speed immensely.
Uriel Iscariot
Zach Dallas: Why thank you
Zach Dallas: OI! PRIEST
Uriel Iscariot: Run towards the incident.
Zach Dallas: WANT SOME SPEED?!
Uriel Iscariot: Yo hook me up brotha!
Uriel Iscariot: Agility [1d4 = 7]
Titan: Titan: Vigor [1d6+2 = 13]
The Titan runs over to the nearest booth and smashes everything in it. It looks like it is heading in the direction of Zach Dallas.
Zach Dallas
Zach Dallas: O lovely
Zach Dallas: it passed it's notice check
Zach Dallas: I think I'm going to take liberty with this speed potion
Zach Dallas: drinks potion
[w] Uriel Iscariot -> Zach Dallas: Ok, You want to get those two up? I have a plan....
GM: You get two actions per round for the next three rounds.
GM: The side effect is that in about five hours, you are going to pass out.
[w] Zach Dallas: I'm going to try a Deal with the Devil
[w] -> Zach Dallas: WOOT!
TADM: I'm soooo happy!
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): why?
[w] Zach Dallas: so how am I going to get my cards?
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): note that my comp is muted. on the phone. sorry :(
[w] Uriel Iscariot -> Zach Dallas: Okay. whatever you do, make sure that you are directly behind me, such that I am in the line of tramplage.
Zach Dallas: Blast (2-6) damage [3d6 = 8]
The Titan is struck by another flying card, rocks back on its heels slightly, but seems otherwise unfazed.
Dr. MacVellian
Dr. MacVellian: still crawling w/ courtney to safety
Round 3
Dealing cards...
The Titan bursts forward, smashing another booth and everything within it. Flying wood and debris hit Uriel as he runs between the booths.
Zach Dallas
[w] Uriel Iscariot -> Zach Dallas: GET BEHIND MEH.
Zach Dallas: Agility [1d6 = 9]
[w] Zach Dallas: Deal me in
[w] Zach Dallas: I'll go with an ordinary Blast, thank you
[w] Zach Dallas: 2 power points
Zach Dallas: Spellcasting [1d8 = 7]
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): i must be missing a ton right now
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): That is the way Mike Rolls. Small Novels as notes...
Zach Dallas: Blast (2-6) damage [3d6 = 6]
GM: Ka ping!
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Hmm...let's see. Oh, I'll drink this one myself.
Uriel Iscariot
TADM: Taunt it!
TADM: Oh wait, wrong character.
Uriel Iscariot: I seem to be directly infont of it, Its time to uber turtle.
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 5]
Uriel Iscariot is using a benny
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} [1d4 = 3]
Uriel Iscariot is using a benny
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 3]
Uriel Iscariot is using a benny
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} [1d6 = 11]
Uriel Iscariot: Kn Bible [1d6 = 5]
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): YOU SHALL NOT PAAAAASS
Uriel Iscariot: I kept looking until the beast was slain and its body destroyed and thrown into the blazing fire.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): (Ok, only took 4 bennies, coulda been worse)
A glowing shield of holy light surrounds Uriel. The sudden shiny attracts the Titan's attention.
Dr. MacVellian
TADM: Nick?
Dr. MacVellian: sorry. still crawling
Doctor MacVellian continues to crawl/drag Courtney towards the dias. The Hellstromme Reps are scribbling notes and otherwise take no action.
Round 4
Dealing cards...
Uriel Iscariot was dealt the Red Joker! Go whenever you want this round. You also get: Joker Trait/Damage Bonus [2]
The deck has been shuffled.
Uriel Iscariot
Uriel Iscariot: Maintain Full Concentraion
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} [1d6 = 5]
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): geez. glad i'm out of this fight now
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): (also +2 for Crucifix)
Dr. MacVellian
Crawls...
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Oh, excellent.
He throws a potion at the Titan. The bottle strikes it and shatters. Slight trails of smoke rise from the impact.
The Titan does not appear to notice, being too distracted by the shiny light in front of it.
Zach Dallas
[w] Zach Dallas: well, Deal me in...2 points for Blast
[w] -> Zach Dallas: So with two pair, you succeed.
Zach Dallas: Blast (2-6) damage [2d6 = 11]
Zach Dallas: [1d6 = 2]
The Titan rocks backwards and momentarily stops moving.
Titan: Spirit [1d6 = 4]
It shudders and starts working again. It's reddish Ghost Rock eyes focus on Uriel again.
Uriel Iscariot
Round 5
Dealing cards...
Zach Dallas was dealt the Black Joker! Go whenever you want this round. You also get: Joker Trait/Damage Bonus [2]
The deck has been shuffled.
Zach Dallas
[w] Zach Dallas: Deal me in. 2 points for Blast
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): UNLEASH THE PEW PEW
Zach Dallas: Blast (2-6) damage [2d6 = 4]
TADM: More like "pee pee"
Uriel Iscariot
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} [1d6+2 = 5]
Uriel Iscariot: Kn Bible [1d6 = 5]
Uriel Iscariot: If anyone has insight, let him calculate the number of the beast, for it is man's number. His number is 666.
The goo on the Titan begins to steam more. Doctor Bailey finds another potion and drinks it.
Dr. MacVellian
Dr. MacVellian: checking on courtney's injuries
Dr. MacVellian: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 15]
GM: Hmm...
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): seriously, wtf?
Well, in your learned medical opinion, Courtney appears to be dead. It looks like her chest was crushed by the Titan.
TADM: Not mostly dead...all dead.
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): awwwwwww
The Titan rears back with its arm and punches Uriel.
Titan: Spirit [1d8 = 3]
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} [1d6 = 4]
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): 4+2+2 though.
The Titan's arm bounces off the shiny.
Zach Dallas
Round 6
Dealing cards...
The Titan tries to pummel Uriel again.
Titan: Spirit [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 4]
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 5]
The Titan's arm bounces off the shiny.
[w] -> Uriel Iscariot: For some reason...your Faith die does not drop and the shield does not vanish.
[w] -> Uriel Iscariot: You would swear on a stack of Bibles you hear an angelic choir in the distance....
Zach Dallas
[w] Zach Dallas: deal me in. I'm putting a Blast through it's eye.
[w] Zach Dallas: 2 points
Zach Dallas: Blast (2-6) damage [2d6 = 9]
The Titan shudders and a chunk of its head blows off.
Uriel Iscariot
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} [1d4 = 3]
Dr. MacVellian
Uriel Iscariot: Kn Bible [1d6 = 11]
Uriel Iscariot: The beast who once was, and now is not, is an eighth king. He belongs to the seven and is going to his destruction.
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): is uriel not giving us aid, or what?
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): More Pew pew and less QQ, mike. =)
Doctor MacVellian crawls onto the dias. The Hellstromme Reps sigh dismissively at her.
Doctor Bailey runs past the Titan, carrying some vials. It looks like he is going to the dias.
Wyatt and several deputies come in. He draws his pistol and aims for the conveniently blown open part of the head.
TADM: (Good job on that Mike)
Wyatt Earp: What the sam hill is that thing?
Wyatt Earp: [1d12 = 22]
TADM: Wow...called shot to the head and a roll of 22. Nice.
Wyatt Earp: [4d6 = 23]
The Titan pitches forward, bounces off Uriel's shiny, rolls to one side and sparks for a second as its eyes go out.
Wyatt and the Deputies walk up to the Hellstromme Reps. They move to the end of the dias where Doctor MacVellian is not and begin talking.
Zach Dallas: get the vial to Courtney, Priest
One of the deputies announces that the Symposium is closed for the day, please come back tomorrow.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: COURTNEY!
Dr. Elijah Bailey: NOOOOOO!!!
Doctor Bailey cradles Courtney in his arms and begins crying.
Uriel Iscariot: Runs to Courtney asap
Uriel Iscariot: Sees scene of grisly horror
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): that's unfortunate...
Zach Dallas: hat off
TADM: This campaign is harsh on my NPCs. I'm down four Wild Cards already.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Poor Patton Riddle....
Uriel Iscariot: Begins clearing a scene to perform last rites
Dr. MacVellian: stays quiet, despite the pain and TOTAL LACK OF AID FOR THE LIVING
The Hellstromme Reps talk with Wyatt for a long time, he seems unhappy but eventually agrees that they are not legally to blame for this. He directs a couple deputies to help clean the place up, then leaves.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Hey man, theres a soul on its way to JESUS, youve only got 3 wounds. Line to heaven starts here.
GM: Doctor Bailey gives MacVellian a tonic. It removes two wounds.
Dr. MacVellian: Thank you doctor. I'm truly sorry I couldn't save her. Was she related to you?
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Well, you tried...
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Courtney and I...well...she is the mother of my children.
TADM: OH MY GOD! Children out of wedlock! SIN! FOR SHAME!
TADM: (Sorry, was getting ahead of myself there.)
Uriel Iscariot: "Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance."
Zach Dallas: I'm sorry for your loss
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): (but im still belching out a sermon, I only hear Jebus!)
Dr. MacVellian: I'm truly sorry. At least that bastard Dial can no longer use his perverted science to take innocent lives
Dr. Elijah Bailey: I...I...guess. It won't bring her back though.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: I'm going to make sure she gets a good burial here. Then...I don't know.
Uriel Iscariot: Attempts to console Dr. Elijah
[w] Dr. MacVellian: Wait, why the hell was she so adamant about staying away from him if he's the baby daddy?
[w] -> Dr. MacVellian: That sounds like a great question to ask her. Oh wait....
[w] Dr. MacVellian: Damnit. This seems way too well planned out to be on the fly
[w] Dr. MacVellian: Did you let her die on purpose so I couldn't get any intel or an inside track to the Agency?
[w] -> Dr. MacVellian: Damn that GM.
Uriel Iscariot: Kn Bible [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 8]
Uriel Iscariot: He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): (though we got a good dose of Revelation this day)
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Thank you preacher. But I think after I get Courtney taken care of, I am going to go need a few stiff drinks.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): I noticed
Sylvester Tate: I'll buy Elijah. You and I have a few things we need to talk about.
Sylvester Tate: And it will keep you from drinking too much....
The undertaker arrives and collects the bodies for burial.
Undertaker: Although I'm none too sure where they's gonna be buried, what with boot hill all burned up and covered with corpses.
Dr. MacVellian: I say we burn Dial's, along with his devices
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): The Preacher fails his check. He recites Kama Sutra. The Crowd is mostly disgusted, but somewhat aroused.
TADM: LOL
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): lol
Uriel Iscariot: Dr. MacVellian, Hate the sin, not the sinner.
Uriel Iscariot: The Lord does not take kindly to cremation.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Well, take this young woman, give her the nicest casket you can and I will pick a spot. Even if I must buy it myself.
Undertaker: I reckon I can do that fer ya, mister.
Dr. MacVellian: No sir. Let me at least chip in my part. After all, I failed her, and you
Undertaker: Ya stayin' at the Cherrywick? I'll send someone ta get ya when she's ready for burial, unless yer gonna be followin' me.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Thank you but no Doctor MacVellian, I will deal with this on my own. And yes, I will be with you until she is buried.
Undertaker: Right, I'll be getting these corpses then. Looks like I gots about eight to go out. Reckon it coulda been a lot worse.
Doctor Bailey follows the undertaker and his men out of the building.
Uriel Iscariot: Ok. Zach? MacVellian? Did you want to take a look at that monster?
Zach Dallas: I'd rather keep my distance
Zach Dallas: if it's all the same
Sylvester Tate: Well, when Elijah is in a better frame of mind, the Union is going to offer him a job at Fort 51. I am sure you are welcome to come there, seeing as you are his employees.
Zach Dallas: I'll escort Dr. Bailey
[w] Dr. MacVellian: Are there any hindrances for grief or vengence or something i could take? If we're going to be w/ Bailey for a while, i think it'd be appropriate
[w] -> Dr. MacVellian: Yes, we can look something up.
Uriel Iscariot: Dr. MacVellian?
Sylvester Tate: I'll be there also, I can set you up with a pass to visit. No rush though Doctor Bailey and I will be here for a few days.
Dr. MacVellian: stays quiet, too caught up in rage and grief to speak at the moment
Uriel Iscariot: We can't very well just leave this thing here.
Sylvester Tate: And you are freed of his employ should you so wish, he is being protected now.
Sylvester flashes you an Agency badge, smiles, and walks away.
Uriel Iscariot: NAY! In his greatest hour of need? We shalt not abandon him!
There are several Union Blue railroad employees over by the Titan already, it looks like they are about to start chopping it up with saws.
Dr. MacVellian: No sirs!! Allow me.
Dr. MacVellian: walks up to it, smacking my wrench in my hand
Union Blue Employee: With all due respect ma'am, we have our orders.
Dr. MacVellian: Repair [1d8 = 7]
Uriel Iscariot: tags along. Something ain't all'rayght about that machination
Dr. MacVellian: No! This thing killed those people. It killed that poor woman. At least let me have some small satisfaction in helping with its dismemberment
Uriel Iscariot: Sonny, You'd best listen. Hell hath no fury.....
Uriel Iscariot: Persuasion [1d6 = 4]
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): I'm a chick, dumbass
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): (thats right, the guard is sonny, and you are a woman spurrned. )
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): oh, wait. thought you were talking to me. lol
Doctor Bailey walks along beside the undertaker's cart. He is crying and miserable. Zach Dallas notices that several Union soldiers are following along behind it, like an honor guard.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Or do you not feel adequately spurrned?
Union Blue Employee: Well, I don't see the harm in letting her beat on it if she feels so inclined.
Union Blue Employee: She'd be kinda cute if'n for all that blood on her.
Union Blue Employee: Oh, and ma'am, I needs ta ask, is that your blood?
Union Blue Employee: Cuz if'n it is, ya need medical attention.
Dr. MacVellian: To be honest, I'm not sure. But if you don't get out of my way and let me "beat on it", as you put it, some of it will be yours.
Dr. MacVellian: Now, if you don't mind, MOVE!
Dr. MacVellian: feels the spirit of Smashi overwhelm her
Uriel Iscariot: Lights up, and has a look of disgust over his face. Womenfolk these days,.....
Union Blue Employee: Ma'am, if'n that preacher warn't there, I'd be liable to take ya over my knee and give ya a good whalloping.
Union Blue Employee: But seein' as he's there and you looks to be havin' a bad day, have at it.
He steps aside.
Uriel Iscariot: That's a good sonny.....
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): Fighting, or Repair? And how many? I want it broken beyond repair AND completely broken apart
The undertaker, Doctor Bailey, the cart, the Union honor guard, and Zach Dallas arrive at the coffin maker.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): If you dont do some smashing to that thing, Uriel will want a refund.
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): like, almost every bolt and gear seperated and bent
GM: Just one repair check, you have as much time as you want to disassemble it.
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): Will the 7 i rolled earlier be enough?
GM: Yes.
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): n/m benny time!
Dr. MacVellian: Repair [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 4]
Dr. MacVellian is using a benny
Dr. MacVellian: Repair [1d8 = 3]
The coffin maker and Doctor Bailey pick out a nice coffin. A priest comes by and gives her last rites. They seal up the coffin and take her to a private cemetery outside of town.
Dr. MacVellian is using a benny
Dr. MacVellian: Repair [1d6 = 11]
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): that's more like it!!
Union Blue Employee: Well, ma'am, that's a right massive amount of damage you done to that creature.
Sylvester does send someone over to get the Union Blue employees and mention that they are burying Courtney in half an hour if anyone wants to come.
[w] Dr. MacVellian: Btw, where's her pistol? Since she's gone, I think she'd want it returned to Bailey...maybe
Dr. MacVellian: Notice {+2 Alertness} [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6+2 = 4]
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Like git damn stinkun drunk an shitfaced? Thats a sin, boy.
Uriel Iscariot: Cradle to the grave, a priest should be there. I go.
[w] -> Dr. MacVellian: Well, you thought it was lying near her, but it seems to have come up missing in the commotion.
Dr. MacVellian: Thanks him, and manages to change my clothes and look at least a little more presentable for the funeral
A couple of the Union Blue employees go to Courtney's funeral. The rest remain to "dismember" the Titan further.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Ah, the liberty of black clothing.....stains dont' show! Just don't wash with whites....
Uriel Iscariot: Other than that, sit back and attend the funeral. Nice to hear another Preacher at work.
So, after the funeral, Doctor Bailey and Sylvester Tate head off to the Saloon and Doctor Bailey gets roaring drunk.
The town is abuzz with gossip and crazy theories. Given the events on Boot Hill the previous night and the Titan wrecking the Symposium.
Uriel Iscariot: Go with them, and try to purify their drinks, so they cant get that plastered
Dr. MacVellian: leaves a piece of the titan on her grave, so her soul knows that she can rest in peace b/c it's been destroyed
TADM: Okay, let's call it a night here. This is a good stopping point.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Okies. Thanks for the session. Great times
TADM: Everyone got a second advancement. If you know what you want to spend it on go ahead.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): I'll decide next week
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): too many choices, you know?
[w] Dr. MacVellian: Torn between destroying the Max notes and the ant I saved
In case anyone is wondering, you all did get paid by Doctor Bailey, so you have an extra $300 in your wallets.
Campaign saved.