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Savage Worlds Ruleset for Fantasy Grounds II
(c) 2009 Pinnacle Entertainment Group.
Kale Uhrendt: Do you have some extra playing cards, perhaps of the old and not usable variety?
Zach Dallas: Oh? Why do you ask?
Zach Dallas: starts checking pockets
Kale Uhrendt: I'm working on a restorative tonic for paper and want to try it on something small first.
Zach Dallas: Neat. Try this one
[w] Zach Dallas: I'm bending one of the Queens that I got a while back for this
[w] Zach Dallas: I want to see just how far it will restor it
Kale Uhrendt takes the card, lays it down flat and pours a thick, clear liquid over it.
Kale Uhrendt: Okay, I think this will take a minute or two.
Time passes...
Zach Dallas: I wonder what we'll get
The bend in the card is not as visible, but still there. Smudges on the card also smooth out.
Kale Uhrendt: Oh, that looks good, I am making progress.
The card begins to smoke.
Kale Uhrendt: Hmm....
Zach Dallas: Oooh, fire
Zach Dallas: you don't have a history of explosions, do you?
Kale Uhrendt: Not normally, although one of the tonics I made a while back did cause explosive diarrhea in laboratory lawyers.
Zach Dallas: A good use for it, I'll give you that
Kale Uhrendt: I like mice, so I went for a truly hideous creature that no one would mind if there were fewer of them.
Terry Albers: Sort of like humans?
Kale Uhrendt: Oh, I didn't see you there Mr. Albers.
Zach Dallas: I find that humans not only should be judged on a case by case basis, but they also can't be judged by looks
Terry Albers dumps a glass of water on the card, the smoking stops.
Terry Albers: I find that the human gene pool needs a lot of chlorine.
Kale Uhrendt: That's rather rude.
Zach Dallas: laughs
Terry Albers: Well, someday, after your balls drop, you will realize that I am right.
Kale Uhrendt sighs.
Terry Albers walks away.
Zach Dallas: He must've had quite the childhood
Zach Dallas: shuffles deck
Kale Uhrendt: I'd assume so. He was not hugged enough.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): lol
Dyle P. Stanton IV: Repent all ye inventors of Devil's Devices!
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): is Uriel nearby?
Dyle P. Stanton IV: *whispers* I'm just practicing, don't mind me.
Zach Dallas: Notice [Critical failure!] [1d4 = 1]
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): why yes, yes he is
TADM: Yes! First dice roll in a month is a critical failure.
Zach Dallas: I could've sworn you were a friend of mine
Dyle P. Stanton IV: Oh, you mean that Iscariot chap? Capital fellow he is.
Zach Dallas: That he is
Terry Albers: Afternoon preacher.
Zach Dallas: A little screw loose sometimes, but I'm pretty sure that's actually preserved him
Dyle P. Stanton IV: Reverend actually. And yes, Uriel definitely has some strange ideas, his talk of evil spirits, ghost trains, and mechanical devilry is quite exotic.
Zach Dallas: Oh, mechanical devilry. What a ridiculous idea HAHAHA
Terry Albers: Yeah, I much prefer chemistry over all these crazy engines and weapons people produce.
Dyle P. Stanton IV: Indeed. Well, good day to you gentlemen.
Dyle P. Stanton IV heads towards the dining car.
Zach Dallas: So, you mentioned testing on some non-mice type critters, right?
Zach Dallas: What did you decide to use?
Terry Albers: Laboratory Lawyers, I was next to a law school and they needed cash.
'Nick' connected
Terry Albers laughs.
Zach Dallas: OHO!
Terry Albers: Ah, Doctor MacVellian, good to see you. We just tried out my paper restorative tonic on one of Mr. Dallas' cards.
Dr. MacVellian: How did that turn out?
Terry Albers: Well, good up to the point where the card started smoking.
Dr. MacVellian: I call that a successful test
Terry Albers: I agree. The solution will get better as I work on it.
[w] Dr. MacVellian -> Zach Dallas: Care to fill me in on what happened?
[w] Zach Dallas: he set a Queen of Spades on fire
Zach Dallas: examines the card
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): quality? Improved from before?
Aside from the fact that it is soggy and wrinkled now that it has been soaked in water, the card is in better condition than it was.
Conductor Bob: Carson City, thirty minutes. Last call for food and drinks.
Terry Albers: If you'll excuse me, I think I am going to go grab a sandwich.
Terry Albers: Would you care for anything Doctor MacVellian?
Dr. MacVellian: Not right now, but thank you for the offer
Zach Dallas: slides cards into pockets
'Tack' connected
Terry Albers walks off to get food.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): (woops)
Zach Dallas follows after to join in
It seems like most of the notable people in the train have all gathered in the dining car to get some last minute grub before reaching Carson City.
Brock Hale: I'm tellin' ya Wade, when I looked outside I saw a snake, but it was like ten feet long!
Wade Hatton: I see. Is this like that fifty pound fish you caught in the Missouri River?
Brock Hale: Um...no....this was real.
Wade Hatton: Oh sure. I believe you, I just didn't see it myself.
Zach Dallas: What did it look like?
Brock Hale: It looked like a rattlesnake, but huge. Probably could swallow a cow.
Zach Dallas: That...is a large snake. What was it doing?
Kale Uhrendt: Wow, imagine the poison sacs in that creature.
Brock Hale: It was curled up about thirty feet from the train, just sunnin' itself.
Uriel Iscariot: Guts {+2 Seasoned} [1d6+2 = 6]
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Noo Not snakes!
Zach Dallas: Ah, that ought to be fine, then
Frederick Jones: A snake that large would be a threat to many things. I think we should report it to the Union soldiers in Carson City.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): A SNAKE! IT'S A SNAKE! WAOOOO IT'S A SNAKE!
Dyle P. Stanton IV: Snakes of that size do not exist.
Kale Uhrendt: Are you calling the lawman a liar?
Dyle P. Stanton IV: No, I'm saying he did not understand what he saw.
Zach Dallas: Could it have been a mirage?
Kale Uhrendt: Okay.
Terry Albers: Quite possibly, this area is quite prone to mirages due to the combination of heat-effect and wide landscapes.
The various small talk continues for another 20 minutes or so, until the train pulls into Carson City. Everyone gathers their gear and departs the train. There is a crowd gathered at the rail station to greet various folk. For instance, about twenty Union Blue employees are on hand to meet Frederick Jones.
A tall, imposing woman wearing a habit and carrying a Winchester with a large crucifix carved into the stock frowns as Judith gets off the train.
Grace Evans: I see two Priests on that train, how did a vile sinner like you survive?
Judith Evans: Nice to see you again sister.
Zach Dallas: Ouch
Uriel Iscariot: 0.0
Grace Evans: And the reek of mad scientists lies thick about these folk, like the perfume of Gomorrah.
Judith Evans: Well, yeah, there are a few of those here.
Terry Albers: I don't think that woman is very forgiving as nuns go.
Zach Dallas: *mutter*There are a few of them everywhere nowadays...*mutter*
Uriel Iscariot: is taking notes.
Kale Uhrendt: I don't know whether to be offended or aroused.
Zach Dallas: steps back from Kale
Conductor Bob: Thanks for riding the Denver-Pacific line to Carson City. Have a nice day ya'all.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Bob the conductor! yay
Grace Evans points rifle at Dyle P. Stanton IV.
Dr. MacVellian: Thank you for providing such an enjoyable ride, good sir.
Uriel Iscariot: Wait just a darn moment, there's no reason to be a shootin yer fellow person tehre...
Grace Evans: You, snot-nosed Bostonite priest, the Bishop is waiting to see you. Three streets over, a few houses up. Get your poncy pretentious feet moving.
Dyle P. Stanton IV: Err, yes ma'am. Absolutely ma'am.
Grace Evans looks at Uriel.
Uriel Iscariot: Ah, I didnt know you were operating on such authority, Forgivness please. =)
Grace Evans: And what are you supposed to be? You stink of Ghost Rock and gambling.
Zach Dallas: *COUGH*
Judith Evans: Gees, give it a break Grace.
Zach Dallas: Now I'm taking notes
Dyle P. Stanton IV takes this as a great opportunity to run as fast as possible away from the scary nun.
Terry Albers: Well, nice meeting you all, a pleasure to meet a woman of science Doctor MacVellian. I'm hoping to catch the train to the Union base that leaves in an hour.
Terry Albers and Kale Uhrendt head off to the other side of town.
Zach Dallas: Good luck!
Brock Hale: So where do you suppose we find this Fogwalker guy?
Wade Hatton: Oh, I get the feeling he'll find us soon enough. Or we just follow some named player characters for a while and he will show up.
GM: Bad Wade. No biscuit.
[w] Uriel Iscariot: before Kale Uhrendt leaves ask him about the tonic for texts
[w] -> Uriel Iscariot: Oh, he had a marginally successful test on one of Zach's playing cards before you logged in. He said it will take some further work.
GM: Wade is wearing a tan shirt. Brock is wearing a red shirt.
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): Nice knowing you Brock
Brock Hale: Why do I get the feeling I am here only to be eaten by a giant snake?
Wade Hatton: Oh come now, it's not that bad. At least you have a first and a last name. It means you must have a character sheet.
GM: Bad Wade, again no biscuit.
Uriel Iscariot: The only one eaten by a serpent is the man who doth not repent his sins! (beings rant)
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): Should that be "begins"?
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Ok spelling is bad tonight, terribad. Horribad...)
Grace Evans: Ah, maybe you have a redeemable quality or two there, gambling priest.
Grace Evans: So what ill-wind brings my whoring, gambling sister to this town?
Judith Evans: Emma and Samantha are dead.
Grace Evans frowns.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Wishes the piano man were here.
Grace Evans: So my decent sisters who had the possibility of a future are dead? Leaving only the useless no accounts? Everyone around me dies, except those who most need it.
Judith Evans: I love you too Grace. So, can you take me to see Rita?
Grace Evans: Not until after you say five Hail Marys, four Our Fathers, two Act of Contrition, and then wash the feet of ten sinners.
Dr. MacVellian: Checking for any sign of Isabella or Cynthia
Dr. MacVellian: Notice [1d8 = 5]
Judith Evans: Well, it's good to know you never change.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): What time is it now?
GM: MacVellian fails to see Isabella or Cynthia. They are clearly not around at all.
Zach Dallas: Notice [1d4 = 3]
GM: It is currently three'o'clock in the afternoon.
Grace Evans shoots Nick (not MacVellian) for offending her sense of religion.
Uriel Iscariot: Now Grace, let he without sin cast the first stone, no?
Dr. MacVellian: waits for 50 stones to be thrown
Grace Evans: I cast bullets. Stones are a bit too old-fashioned. And I know my sins preacher, I atone for them every day.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): OHO!
Zach Dallas: perks up
Judith Evans: Hey, I have a great idea, how about Mr. Dallas, Doctor MacVellian, and I leave you two lovebirds here at the train station?
Grace Evans: Judith, your sense of propriety is hardly surprising given the number of times I have had to hold your hair while you drunkenly vomit by the side of the street.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Ouch.
Judith Evans: Oh, and here I was expecting you to say something about the time you found me working in a brothel.
Grace Evans: I was trying to forget that, but since you reminded me.
Grace Evans slaps Judith.
Zach Dallas: Not that I'm not enjoying the street performance, but I think we really should get this show on the road
Grace Evans: Who are you to talk, you traffic with devils. I can see there marks upon you from here. Your soul is damned.
Judith Evans: Right, so anyway, about this whole, "going to see Rita" thing?
Zach Dallas: My soul is damned through the actions of others, without my consult
[w] Zach Dallas: does she look above my head?
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): This unprovoked aggression towards the PCs cannot go unpunished!
[w] -> Zach Dallas: Notice check.
Zach Dallas: Notice [1d4 = 9]
[w] -> Zach Dallas: Absolutely.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Ah' shucks! I picked the wrong denomination!
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Dag-nabit!
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): lulz
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Or does the fact that it is against doctrine make it....extra spicy?
TADM: Extra Spicy!
Uriel Iscariot: Persuasion [1d6 = 3]
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): Winchester Spicy!
Uriel Iscariot: Lets all be friends and be on our way?
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): She needs teh hate to survive. Shes like a monster!
Grace Evans: Certainly, all you unwashed heathen souls can come with me. Rita is having afternoon tea with a black gentleman just up the road.
Grace Evans: Notice I said tea, you whisky swilling pigs.
Judith Evans: I would like a nice cup of darjeeling now that you mention it.
Zach Dallas shrugs
Grace Evans walks down the road towards a building labeled, "Amelie's Tea Shop."
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 8]
Uriel Iscariot: Tea Shop
Zach Dallas: Notice [1d4 = 2]
Dr. MacVellian: Notice [1d8 = 4]
It is a large-sized building for being "out west." A water wheel and several pipes sprout from one side. Once you get within twenty feet there is a strong smell of tea and coffee. It looks more like a beverage factory than a tea shop. The spot that Grace is walking towards has a nice open-air patio. There are a dozen or so people sitting outside. Two of them you recognize from the Symposium at Dodge City. Rita Evans is there also. They seem engrossed in conversation.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): Lemme guess, Sylvester and Bailey?
Grace Evans: You there, ghost-rock crazed sinning sister. I found the human refuse you requested. Plus a man who might someday turn into a priest.
Rita Evans: Ooohh! Excellent. It is great to see the three of you again. Please, take a seat and join us.
Judith Evans: And me?
[w] Zach Dallas -> Uriel Iscariot: Hehe, she said you're not a priest
[w] Uriel Iscariot -> Zach Dallas: if shes a nun, I wouldnt want to be a priest either....
Rita Evans: Judith, sorry, I didn't see you behind Gracie there.
Judith Evans: Yeah, she has gotten a bit chubby around the midsection.
Zach Dallas: *COUGH*
Grace Evans: Well, I have better things to do than spend time in the company of my lecherous sister and the debauched one. If what Judith said was true, then I have a few extra prayers to say tonight.
Judith Evans: Bye bye! Don't get your garters in a bunch. Kisses to Jesus.
Grace Evans growls and walks away.
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 4]
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): GROWLS?!
Uriel Iscariot: Where is she walking towards?
GM: Grace is heading towards a church complex, it looks like the same one that she directed Reverend Stanton to.
Uriel Iscariot: Hrm. She musta felt a litte out-gunned 'ere.
Rita Evans: So Judith, I would like to introduce you to a couple friends of mine, this is Doctor Elijah Bailey and Mister Sylvester Tate. Gentlemen, my sister Judith Evans.
Judith Evans: Pleased to meet you.
Sylvester Tate: Yes, Rita has told us about you. Pleasure to meet you.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Hmm...you look familiar, have I met you before?
Judith Evans: I don't think so.
Dr. MacVellian: Hello again, Dr. Bailey. Pleasure to see you again.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Oh, and my friends from the Hellstromme Express. How nice to see you again! What brings you to Carson City?
Sylvester Tate: Yes, good to see you all alive and well.
Rita Evans: So Judith, I want to hear all about your escapades. Let's go catch up on events while these old acquaintances catch up.
Judith Evans: Sounds good to me. And I think I smell a pot of darjeeling inside there.
Judith Evans and Rita stand up and head inside the tea shop.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Please sit down, join us. Scone?
Dr. MacVellian: No thank you.
Uriel Iscariot: Yes please!
Zach Dallas: What's a Scone?
Sylvester Tate: Try it with some honey, quite delicious.
Dr. MacVellian: sits down besides Dr. Bailey
Uriel Iscariot: Son, What Isn't a Scone! Delicious!
GM: Scones are traditional British biscuits usually eaten with tea.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: So, what brings you to Carson City?
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): sonova...now I'm hungry...
Sylvester Tate: Your timing is quite good, as we could use some assistance of your...type.
[w] Dr. MacVellian: Do I still have that letter with "moon-writing"?
Uriel Iscariot: So Dr. Bailey, in answer to your question there, I'm checking out the West, in an academic sense.
Zach Dallas: Actually, that letter gave us a good direction to go in
[w] -> Dr. MacVellian: Yes
Dr. MacVellian: Yes it did.
Zach Dallas: We kind of got....lost out in Colorado
Zach Dallas: So to speak
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Letter? What letter?
Sylvester Tate: Ah, Colorado is a beautiful place, I can understand how you could get lost there for a while.
Dr. MacVellian: Hands Dr. Bailey the letter
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Fascinating. How very much like my handwriting this is.
Dr. Elijah Bailey studies the letter carefully.
Uriel Iscariot: Boost his smarts!
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} +2 (Novice Power Penalty -2) [1d8 = 9]
Uriel Iscariot: Here, let the LORD show you the way....
Dr. Elijah Bailey: This is quite the excellent forgery of my handwriting. I wonder who would send it and why.
Sylvester Tate: Let me take a look Elijah.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Certainly.
Zach Dallas: Notice [1d4 = 5]
Dr. MacVellian: Notice [1d8 = 3]
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 5]
[w] Zach Dallas: I just hope he doesn't have Card Sharp
[w] Zach Dallas: I'm looking for a Hunch being cast
[w] Zach Dallas: no clue what those two are after
[w] -> Zach Dallas: This is a hunch free zone.
Uriel Iscariot: What can you tell us, Mr. Tate?
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): brb afk
[w] -> Zach Dallas: Hunch can only be cast by Hucksters, and you are 100% certain both of them are Weird Scientists.
Sylvester Tate: About the letter, very little. Although if this is what brought you to Carson City then it is good for us.
Uriel Iscariot: Hrm. Do tell. You were mentioning something....?
Zach Dallas: deals out solitaire
Zach Dallas: Pass it over here when you get the chance
[w] Zach Dallas: so, tell me when it gets to me so I can Hunch it for the time of writing
Sylvester Tate: Ah yes, we are having quite a problem with the Apache. Seems a medicine man named Fogwalker is stirring up a lot of trouble.
Sylvester Tate hands Zach the letter.
Zach Dallas: Spellcasting [1d8 = 6]
[w] -> Zach Dallas: Do you have your dynamite on your person at this time?
Uriel Iscariot: What are his motives?
[w] Zach Dallas: UM
[w] Zach Dallas: [Lie] No
Sylvester Tate: Not quite sure but....
Uriel Iscariot: Even no good savages have to have a reason to be a startin somethin...
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): I DEMAND A REFLEX SAVE
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): For only half your soul to be gone?
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): for only half this table to be gone
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): who's sitting next to me on the right?
Uriel Iscariot: Someone with 4 bennies. take your best shot.
GM: The rest of his sentence is interrupted by Zach Dallas exploding. Well, technically, the letter explodes when he casts a spell, which sets off the dynamite he is carrying.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): its OLD SCHOOL dynamite as well.
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): There goes your character sheet...
GM: It is 3d6+1 damage, and a small burst template, which will definitely hit everyone at the table. And probably a couple tables around you.
Innocent Bystander: AAGGHHH!
Innocent Bystander: I'm dying!
Innocent Bystander: My arms, I can't feel my arms!
Zach Dallas: [3d6+1 = 12]
Innocent Bystander: Mommy! My mommy is not moving!
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Wow, a Wildcard Bystander.
Uriel Iscariot: SOAK
Uriel Iscariot is using a benny
Uriel Iscariot: Vigor [1d6 = 5]
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): Who puts explosive runes in their letters?!
Dr. Elijah Bailey is using a benny
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Vigor [1d6 = 3]
Dr. Elijah Bailey is using a benny
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Vigor [1d6 = 4]
Sylvester Tate is using a benny
Sylvester Tate: Vigor [1d8 = 6]
Dr. MacVellian is using a benny
Dr. MacVellian: Vigor [1d6 = 5]
Innocent Bystander: AGGGH!!! Who threw this bowie knife? It hurts! Help, I'm stabbed in the gut!
Uriel Iscariot: Good Lord!
Sylvester Tate: Oh. My. God.
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 4]
Uriel Iscariot: For the most injured person on scene.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Wow, things are always exciting when the three of you are around.
GM: That you have a chance of saving, or just most injured?
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): Going to get food and a noose...
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): I'm out of combat
GM: Judith and Rita run out of the building with guns drawn, looking for whatever the cause of the explosion was.
[w] Zach Dallas: I don't suppose I could gain a cool new edge for taking the One Armed disadvantage now?
[w] -> Zach Dallas: But you didn't lose an arm. Or is this just so Uriel can keep saying, "The one armed-man did it" for the rest of the campaign?
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): I swear to all that is holy, I did not know one could set an explosive to trigger off of Hunch
[w] Zach Dallas: well, the dynamite was in my sleeve. I've never been hit with actual dynamite, so I don't know how damaging it is
GM: Uriel finds a small girl, who had been enjoying tea with her mother, that is critically injured with a chunk of wood sticking out of her face.
Uriel Iscariot: Multi-Action heroics!
Uriel Iscariot: Greater Healing on the first two targets
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} +2 (Seasoned Power -4, Multi-Action Penalty -2) [1d10-4 = 1]
Uriel Iscariot is using a benny
[w] -> Zach Dallas: I see. Well, I was not planning on having your arm torn off, but if you really want to....
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} +2 (Multi-Action Penalty -2, Seasoned Power -4) [1d10-4 = 0]
Uriel Iscariot: Okay first fails,
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} +2 (Seasoned Power -4, Multi-Action Penalty -2) [1d6-4 = 10]
Uriel Iscariot: ZING!
Uriel Iscariot: (save the little girl)
Innocent Bystander: I see a bright light! I think I hear my dead brother's voice.
GM: You rescue the little girl.
Rita Evans: What the hell happened?
Judith Evans: Good question.
Dr. MacVellian: Blame Zach. Explosions of any kind are usually his fault.
Rita Evans: You realize we have, at most, a minute before the Holy Tyrant shows up to explain to us all how we are being punished for our sins.
Judith Evans: Ah, I see. Well, based on what I know of Mr. Dallas, this all makes sense.
Rita Evans: Really?
Judith Evans: Yep.
Rita Evans: Are you okay Doctor Bailey?
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Yes I am Rita. You are unharmed?
Rita Evans: I am.
Uriel Iscariot: This boy, and his satan-worshiping cards! Oh the ruin vices bring!
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Good, let's see what we can do for the injured.
Rita Evans: Yes Doctor.
Innocent Bystander: *gurgle* *gasp* *groan*
Grace and a couple dozen people show up.
Nick (Dr. MacVellian): Just realized how silly it is that I don't have Healing
Angry Bystander: Damn Apaches! This is the kind of thing they would do.
Dr. MacVellian: Healing on Self
Dr. MacVellian: Unskilled {--2 Unskilled} [1d6-2 = 3]
Grace Evans: Save the injured now, enact vengeance later.
Uriel Iscariot: The LORD doth not condone thy vengenance! Turn thy cheek!
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} +2 (Seasoned Power -4, Slight Fatigue -1) [1d10-3 = 4]
Grace Evans: God works in mysterious ways. For it is HIS will that determines the events of the world. It is HIS hand that guides my gun.
Zach Dallas: ow
Angry Bystander: Right. So we help the injured, then we go kill a bunch of Apache for this terrorist attack?
Uriel Iscariot: Acts oblivious to Grace and continues shouting things, and continuing the heals
Grace Evans: All Ye Children of the Lord! Rise and be Renewed!
Grace Evans: Spellcasting [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 4]
Grace Evans is using a benny
Grace Evans: Spellcasting [1d6 = 17]
Uriel Iscariot: Kn Occult {+2 Honey Vial} +2 (Slight Fatigue -1) [1d6+1 = 8]
Uriel Iscariot: She using good magic or corrupt magic?
GM: Proof positive that the dice hate all Faith using characters in ths game, even the NPCs.
Grace brandishes a familiar looking driftwood cross. The area around her is bathed in a soft warm light. Twelve of the most injured people are fully healed of their injuries.
Rita Evans: Shiny.
The town sherriff and a Union Cavalry officer arrive to assist with the injured.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): how many more injured are around?
Uriel Iscariot: Where....did you get that Grace?
Angry Bystander: Send out the Cavalry and massacre an Apache village!
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): I'm going to feel a bit guilty if they do something like that, but I don't want to take the full blame....
GM: After five minutes or so, the injured are healed enough to be able to walk and leave under their own power. Eight random redshirt Extras are dead.
Innocent Bystander: Mommy! I want my Mommy! I hate whoever did this!
Innocent Bystander: They should die!
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): Right...
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): Desire for Preservation>Guilt
Uriel Iscariot: Sons and daughters of the lord, let thee without sin casteth the first stone. Who is to say the Apache have brought ruin to us this day?
Uriel Iscariot: Do not let thy hate give thy heart to satan!
Angry Bystander: Yeah, if'n it ever turns out that we find the person who did this, stringin' 'em up is way too kind. I say we stake him down to an ant hill and let them gnaw him away slowly.
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 3]
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): Preservation: II
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): Guilt: 0
Grace Evans: I agree with the whiskey-swilling gambler dressed as a Priest. We are not sure this was done by the Apache.
Sylvester Tate: Yes, it is not really their kind of thing. Sneaky ambush - yes. Blowing up civilians in a tea house - no.
Judith Evans: Hmm...I don't suppose there are any mosques around, are there?
Rita Evans: JUDITH!
Judith Evans: Hey, they're the ones with the suicide vests for small children.
Rita Evans: JUDITH!
Judith Evans: Just saying...
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 3]
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Were there any mosques?
GM: In Carson City there are approximately 0 worshippers of Islam.
Uriel Iscariot: Hey Union Officers! Idle hands are the devils! We don't need help here now, Go make sure no one is leaving town!
Uriel Iscariot: No one would be moronic enough to stay around after doing this!
Uriel Iscariot: Persuasion [1d8 = 6]
Sylvester Tate pulls the group of you aside.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): Fortunately, we're not in the list of suspects because we blew ourselves up
Sylvester Tate: So, as I was saying, if you could find Fogwalker and determine his intentions, that would be great.
Sylvester Tate: I doubt this was his doing.
Sylvester Tate glares at Zach.
Uriel Iscariot: Sure thing Mr. Tate. Just point us in a direction and we'll be right on it.
Zach Dallas: Spirit [1d8 = 7]
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Ah, could Doctor MacVellian join Rita and I? Her knowledge of engines will be quite handy for a project I am working on.
Rita Evans looks miffed.
Rita Evans: Yes, I am sure her help will be valuable.
Dr. Elijah Bailey is oblivious.
Dr. Elijah Bailey: Absolutely.
Uriel Iscariot: Of course! She's more of an indoors lass.
Judith Evans: Well, if you don't mind, I'll join Zach and Uriel. This Fogwalker sounds intriguing. Unless, of course, you'd rather travel with Gracie. Because I prefer not to travel in the same group as her.
Zach Dallas: Oh please no
Uriel Iscariot: Persuasion [Critical failure!] [1d8 = 1]
Uriel Iscariot is using a benny
Uriel Iscariot: Persuasion [1d8 = 5]
Zach Dallas: She'll kill him before we could question him
Uriel Iscariot: The town could not afford the loss of Gracie as a moral beacon.
Zach Dallas: Actually, weren't the Marshall and Deputy on the train after Fogwalker
Uriel Iscariot: So Judith, it would bre great to have you along.
Zach Dallas: ??
Judith Evans: I believe so.
Zach Dallas: Shall we enlist their assistance as well?
Zach Dallas: the Marshall seems to have had experience with this sort of stuff
Judith Evans: Fine with me. Wade is an attractive guy so I would have something nice to look at.
Dr. Elijah Bailey , Sylvester Tate, Rita Evans, and Doctor MacVellian leave the scene of Zach's crime.
TADM: What, I could not hear you in Vent. Did you say "you resemble that?"
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): Grrrr
Uriel Iscariot: Let's get the marshall and head out
Uriel Iscariot: Id assume the clock is ticking before a random act of vengeance occurs against the Apache
GM: It takes you about twenty minutes to find Wade and Brock. They are buying horses and gear at a livery on the edge of town when you locate them.
Judith Evans: I agree. And tension between the Apache and the folks of Carson City is high enough already.
Wade Hatton: Yes gentlemen and lady, what can I do for you?
Uriel Iscariot: Good Sir. We come seeking the Apache known as FogWalker.
Judith Evans: Well, I wouldn't mind it if you decided to walk around shirtless.
Wade Hatton: I see.
GM: You realize you are not quite sure who he is responding to...
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 9]
Brock Hale: Hey, well, the more help the merrier I think.
Brock Hale: Wade, I'll be back in a couple minutes, I'm going to change shirts. I think green is better than red out here.
Wade Hatton: Good plan.
Wade Hatton: Well, if you want to come after Fogwalker, get some horses and be ready to travel.
Wade Hatton: Time's a wasting.
Brock Hale: Hey, you guys know anything about that explosion we heard about half an hour ago?
Zach Dallas: Vaguely
Zach Dallas: Something blew up the tea house
GM: Assume a horse and all the bits that go with it cost about $175.
Zach Dallas: We've come to the conclusion that it is probably not the Apache, but that's about as far as it got
Judith Evans rolls Persuasion against guy selling horse.
Judith Evans: Persuasion {+2 Snakeoil,+2 Charisma} [1d6+4 = 11]
Zach Dallas: Persuasion [1d6 = 5]
Judith Evans pays $100 for the horse.
Uriel Iscariot: Persuasion [1d8 = 4]
GM: On account of the woman you are traveling with and your excellent bartering skills, the livery man sells you the horse and bits for $125.
Uriel Iscariot: Well Im broke.
Zach Dallas: We need more income
Uriel Iscariot: Here equestrian, have some cigars to make up the difference. You won't regret it!
Uriel Iscariot: Persuasion [1d8 = 2]
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): For the record, I no longer have a right sleeve. It is now rendered to tatters, but I've tied it up to keep my coat on like normal. I'm...going to have a hard time fixing that...
Brock Hale: Don't worry priest, I got you covered. A holy man is always a good thing to have on hand. Sort of like soap and grits.
Uriel Iscariot: Why thank you!
Uriel Iscariot: Nice to see such manners out here
Brock Hale: Not a problem.
Wade Hatton: Are we ready to go?
Uriel Iscariot: Riding {--2 Honey Vial} [1d6-2 = 0]
Uriel Iscariot: Yes.... How does I use Stirrups?
Zach Dallas: Riding [1d4 = 7]
Brock Hale: Well, for one thing, when you are sitting on the horse, you should be looking at the head, not the rump.
Zach Dallas: Like this...
Wade Hatton: Oohhh boy.
Judith Evans rides side-saddle so she looks lady-like and proper.
Grace Evans: *coughs* Bull-puckey!
Judith Evans: Oh shut up, you're not even here.
Uriel Iscariot: Where are we going anyway>
Wade Hatton: Out there.
Wade Hatton gestures in a vague westerly direction.
Uriel Iscariot: Sure thing. Lead on. =)
The five of you head out to the west, into Apache territory.
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 4]
Zach Dallas: Notice [1d4 = 2]
After about an hour, Uriel spots a dust cloud that looks like some men on horseback riding towards the group.
Wade Hatton: Well, looks like we found some Apache.
Brock Hale: I don't suppose these guys will ask questions first and ponder shooting later?
Wade Hatton: I hope so.
Uriel Iscariot: They have guns? What white man ever sold them guns?
Brock Hale: They have guns and bows. Arrows make you just as dead as bullets do.
Uriel Iscariot: I suppose.
GM: The Apache ride to just within long range of their Winchester '76 rifles and halt. One moves forward a few paces and gestures for the group to stop.
Wade Hatton: Looks like we found the talk first and shoot later ones.
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 2]
Zach Dallas: Notice [1d6 = 5]
Hunting-Spider: Halt White Man. This is no place for you.
Wade Hatton: We are looking for Fogwalker.
Hunting-Spider: I know no-one named such. So leave.
Brock Hale: Well, rats. I guess we go back to town now, huh?
Wade Hatton: What do you think, Messers Dallas and Iscariot?
Uriel Iscariot: Persuasion [1d8 = 3]
Zach Dallas: Persuasion [1d6 = 4]
Hunting-Spider: Hmm...well, I know of no one named Fogwalker. Also, not all Apache will talk first and shoot later. But if you want to wander around the desert, I will not stop you.
Wade Hatton: See, nothing to worry about.
Brock Hale: Hey, why is my shirt red again? I specifically said I was changing into my green shirt.
TADM: No reason.
Zach Dallas: Hm. Before we go, do you know anything about a giant snake?
Brock Hale: I feel the icy grip of death upon me.
Zach Dallas: It's none of our concern, but it might be worthy of note for you
Hunting-Spider: Large snake? Yes, they are more numerous this year. Further north mostly. Be on your guard, for they can swallow a horse.
Uriel Iscariot: Okay then, do you know of any chief who would be exceptionally knowledgeable, and know the names of all the braves in immediate area?
Hunting-Spider looks at Uriel for a few seconds while thinking about his question.
Zach Dallas: Thank you
Hunting-Spider: Geronimo knows all the Apache braves, but he will not speak with evil white men like you.
TADM: Yes, Geronimo was alive at this time. True factoid.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): wait, he was a real person?
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} +2 (Slight Fatigue -1) [1d10+1 = 6]
Uriel Iscariot: Casting Windstorm to make gusts around me.
Uriel Iscariot: Not all among my people are what they appear, Hunting Spider. Some of us are more in touch with nature than you realize.
Uriel Iscariot: Not all of us pollute the horizon with buildings and strangle the mountains with talking wires
Uriel Iscariot: Will you not let Geronimo decide who is evil, and who is not?
Zach Dallas: Well, I suggest we get moving. We may be able to meet Geronimo, but I don't think it would turn out to our advantage quite yet
Hunting-Spider: Well, be on your way then. I would wish you safe journeys, but I doubt you will have them.
Wade Hatton: Fair enough.
The Apache ride off.
Uriel Iscariot: Well. I suppose we ride north, to the snakes.
GM: It is now about 5:30 in the evening.
Wade Hatton: We could. Fogwalker might be there.
Uriel Iscariot: Thoughts? Ideas? Comments?
Zach Dallas: Don't you hate snakes, uriel?
Uriel Iscariot: Yah. So?
Uriel Iscariot: You sayin, I can't manage my fears?
Zach Dallas: I'm not sayin', I'm askin
Uriel Iscariot: He will hold my hand, even through the valley of death.
Judith Evans: Snakes are good eating.
Brock Hale: That's a disturbing statement.
Uriel Iscariot: ...Where does a lady learn to eat snake?
Judith Evans: Well, sometimes, out in the desert, without food, you get hungry. You know.
The group rides north for a few hours until it starts to get dark.
Zach Dallas: Well, it's looking like Camp Time
As you pass various farmsteads, and encounter a couple more groups of Apache, the answers are invariably similar to the ones you received from Hunting-Spider.
Wade Hatton: Yep, between those two hills looks good to me.
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 3]
Zach Dallas: Notice [Critical failure!] [1d4 = 1]
Zach Dallas: Nope, I see nothing
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Supposed to be the weather...but oh well
Uriel Iscariot: I mean he IS fog walker....
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): true
Uriel Iscariot: Kn Occult {+2 Honey Vial} [1d6+2 = 10]
Uriel Iscariot: Did any of the indian braves have Raindancing stuff on?
GM: No. They also did not have Ghost Shirts on in case you want to ask that question.
Uriel Iscariot: Guts {+2 Seasoned} [1d6+2 = 4]
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): That will cheeze me the fear level?
TADM: Fear Level is 2.
GM: Wade splits up the watches and everyone settles down for a meal.
Judith Evans boils water and makes tea.
Brock Hale drinks 1/4 of a flask of whiskey.
Wade Hatton smokes a couple cigarettes.
Zach Dallas shuffles his cards
Uriel Iscariot: Begins reading his favorite story book aloud.
TADM: Uriel prosletyzes a cactus?
Uriel Iscariot: Yep.
Brock Hale: So, what's this Fogwalker guy look like?
Judith Evans: Tall, dark, handsome, dreamy eyes, long flowing hair?
Brock Hale: Ooookkkaayyy....any other suggestions?
Uriel Iscariot: I'd say he looks like a mean heretic. He's gonna have tons of peircings and tattoos, and totems to his foul gods.
Brock Hale: That seems more likely.
Uriel Iscariot: His attire will be fixed with horrible fetishes, each the product of a horrific ritual
Uriel Iscariot: In other words, a native.
GM: Laughs-at-Darkness looked like a 40-50 year old, heavily wrinkled Native American wearing rather plain looking hide garments with beads and totems in his hair.
Uriel Iscariot: Any questions, god-fearing people of the world?
Brock Hale: Nope, I'm all set.
Judith Evans: While I am imagining him, can he have large pectorals with tattooes on them that he can make dance by rippling his chest muscles?
Uriel Iscariot: Anyone have anything that smells horrible?
Uriel Iscariot: Your licentiousness is rare...
Wade Hatton: Are you sure that you and that nun are sisters?
Judith Evans: Well, I try to deny it.
Zach Dallas: More likely he'll be a heavily wrinkled native in his mid 50's
Judith Evans: Well gross, ruin my dreams there Zach.
Uriel Iscariot: No really. Snakes are very senstitive to smell. We need to put some odor out there before any of us even thinks about catching a wink
Zach Dallas: Do you know what drives snakes off and what attracks them?
Zach Dallas: We've got fire, here
Judith Evans: Here, I have some perfume called "Obsession" that works well to attract human males. Maybe it has the opposite effect on snakes?
Wade Hatton: I'm not sure that is helpful.
Uriel Iscariot: Why thank you, let's put that to better use here.....
Uriel Iscariot: Persuasion [1d8 = 4]
Zach Dallas: hold on
Zach Dallas: what if that attracts a horde of Apache scalpers?
Zach Dallas: AND snakes
Judith Evans: with snakes?
Zach Dallas: The bad kind
Uriel Iscariot: ....
Uriel Iscariot: I don't think it will
Zach Dallas: Persuasion [1d6 = 3]
Zach Dallas: but it MIGHT
Judith Evans: Between this and a tight red dress, I once convinced a priest to absolve me of all my sins. Of course, he had a few extra after the fact....
Zach Dallas: *sigh*
Brock Hale: I'm going to bed now. That is too much information for me.
Zach Dallas deals out a game of Solitaire
Uriel Iscariot: Ok Judith, are you willing to part with it or not?
Wade Hatton: I'm going to turn in also, Uriel you have first watch.
Judith Evans: Sure, here you go.
Uriel Iscariot: Thank'ya kindly.
Zach Dallas finishes his game
Zach Dallas: Really?
Zach Dallas: You're really going to use an unknown substance whose only known feature is to attract creatures to try to repel creatures?
Judith Evans begins juggling cards.
Uriel Iscariot: It attracts human males.
Zach Dallas: That's pretty damn impressive
Uriel Iscariot: I cant see how horrible flesh eating monsters would follow the same attraction patterns as human males.
Zach Dallas: Yeah, and guns kill human males. Doesn't limit it only to them, though, it works just as well on giant snakes
Uriel Iscariot: Persuasion [1d6 = 10]
Zach Dallas: Common Knowledge [1d10 = 9]
Judith Evans: It's okay, if we need to make a virgin sacrifice we have Uriel.
[w] -> Zach Dallas: You are relatively certain that the perfume will definitely NOT attract snakes. Although it does smell really nice and you think it might attract other things.
[w] Zach Dallas: that's half of the problem
Judith Evans stops shuffling cards. Takes out the jokers and uses them to fold origami birds, one in each hand, at the same time.
Tack (Uriel Iscariot): Oh wow
Uriel Iscariot: Im off on first watch.
Judith Evans: Well, good night. Don't let the humbugs bite.
GM: Notice check for Uriel.
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 5]
GM: Nothing happens.
GM: Uriel's watch ends and Zach takes over. Notice check for Zach.
Zach Dallas: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 2]
Zach Dallas is using a benny
Zach Dallas: Notice [1d4 = 3]
Zach Dallas is using a benny
Zach Dallas: Notice [1d4 = 10]
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): BOOLEAN STATISTICS TO THE RESCUE
Zach sees a group of large coyotes, or small wolves, in the distance. They sniff the air and stare at you, just at the edge of the illumination. The fire, reflected in their eyes, makes for a very eerie feeling.
GM: Guts check.
Zach Dallas: Guts {+3 Seasoned/True Grit} [1d6+3 = 11]
Zach Dallas: draws weapons
There is a rustling wind, you swear you hear it whispering "murderer" over and over again. Fortunately this does not seem to upset you.
[w] Zach Dallas: Can I make a Spellcasting to catch the Manitou?
[w] Zach Dallas: just drive them off a bit
[w] Zach Dallas: or deal for casting
[w] -> Zach Dallas: No. Because I will tell you in advance there are no manitous around.
One of the coyotes edges forward, sniffing carefully.
GM: How close do you let it get?
[w] Zach Dallas: wait, you mean literally none? Like, I couldn't Deal to cast?
[w] -> Zach Dallas: No, you can always deal to cast, there are just no Manitous present in the immediate area for you to "catch"
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): Does it look like it's just curious or hunting?
GM: Curious
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): I'll let it come up to the edge of the camp, but I'll get up if it tries to enter
The coyote gets to about ten feet from you and sniffs at you, not at the perfume that Uriel scattered about. You swear it looks at you contemplatively, then it runs back to the others and the group lopes off into the darkness.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): If I still had rations, I'd have given some to him :(
The wind dies down and the rest of the watch passes uneventfully.
The next morning Wade rouses everyone and you get back on your horses and continue the trek north.
Zach Dallas: Notice [1d4 = 5]
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [1d6 = 11]
Uriel Iscariot: Looking for some sort of rodent to grab
About an hour into the trip, Uriel spots a trail that was either made by a very large bowling ball, or a very large snake. This fact eludes him though, as he is distracted by the hopping mouse that is eating some trampled grass in the middle of the trail.
Brock Hale: What'cha lookin' fer?
Uriel Iscariot: KING COBRA!
Wade Hatton: Cobra Commander?
Uriel Iscariot: YES!
Brock Hale: No, I think it might be Destro.
Uriel Iscariot: Knowing is half the battle!
Wade Hatton: As opposed to Order?
Brock Hale: Depends, are the keeps blue or red?
Judith Evans: Anyway, what's everyone looking at?
Uriel Iscariot: Follow the snake trail!
Uriel Iscariot: I 'figure if we kill a few of these things, the place will be a lot better off, and maybe we can get devil walker to come out
Judith Evans: Sure. I bet you could make nice shoes and matching accessories from the skin of one of these snakes.
Zach Dallas: The Apache seemed not overly concerned, so I don't think it'll cause trouble with them, either
Wade Hatton: It would be all the rage in Paris, I'm sure.
Uriel Iscariot: That's a good use of the skin i'd say. If theres an animal on this earth it was made for us!
Brock Hale: If God didn't want us to eat animals, why are they full of meat?
Uriel Iscariot: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 4]
The group follows the trail along for about half an hour before the horses start to get really skittish. Eventually you are forced to dismount if you want to keep going.
Uriel Iscariot: Just looking for a "prey" animal
GM: You see five horses and four other people. That would be prey for a snake of this size.
GM: The hopping mouse would probably get run over, think "insect vs. windshield"
Uriel Iscariot: What we need is something warm and figity.
Zach Dallas: Well, I know this preacher, see...
GM: After dismounting, you head along for another thirty minutes before the trail leads you to a snake hole. That is big enough you can walk upright into.
Brock Hale: Right. Check please.
Brock Hale: I'm going to stay here and uh...guard the horses.
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} +2 (Seasoned Power -4) [1d10-2 = 15]
Uriel Iscariot: Inspiration
Uriel Iscariot: Son, You are going through whatever part of hell has fallen on this earth.
Zach Dallas: Good idea. You can be the first to notice if anymore of those critters come
Judith Evans: Oohhh....touch me in that special way preacher!
Brock Hale: Right, I'm not scared. Right Wade, we're not scared.
Wade Hatton: Of course not. Just remember what I told you when we were fighting in the War Between the States.
Brock Hale: Which is?
Wade Hatton: If being outnumbered bothers you that much, don't count them.
Brock Hale: Ah, good point.
Uriel Iscariot: Steps in
Uriel Iscariot: Light!
Uriel Iscariot: Faith {+2 Conviction} +2 (Novice Power Penalty -2) [1d10 = 6]
The group heads into the tunnel. Wispy sticky white strands exist at irregular intervals. At first it seems kind of strange to see "spiderwebs" in here, until Judith points out that it is actually strips of dead skin, since snakes shed their skin.
Uriel Iscariot: Kn Bible [1d6 = 10]
Brock Hale: Good, I was worried about an unholy arachno-viper alliance.
Zach Dallas: That would be quite horrid
Uriel Iscariot: Yucky damnable creatures. They cheat death by shedding their skin! Unnatural filth!
Wade Hatton: Or maybe creatures that would be half-viper, half arachnid?
Judith Evans: Actually, it is part of their normal life-cycle.
Judith Evans: The skin shedding thing.
Uriel Iscariot: Don't be a spittin and a spewing all that sci-uncey stuff. They ' be EVIL.
It sounds like there is a rush of wind coming down the tunnel. That or a something train-sized that is hissing at the same time is coming at you.
Judith Evans: Some dynamite would be ideal right now. If only we had some.
Uriel Iscariot: It's throwing a hisssssy fit.
Judith Evans claps at the pun.
Zach Dallas: Best I've got are some cards. They're about as effective, though
Zach Dallas: How far away do you reckon it is?
Brock Hale: Like how? You planning on paper cutting it to death? How is that better than dynamite?
Uriel Iscariot: I...have something that may work.
Zach Dallas: What?
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): *That's a surprised what, not a challenging what
Wade Hatton: Well, given the sound I'd say its about one hundred and twenty feet away and getting very close very quickly.
Uriel Iscariot: This cigar is laced with ghost rock.
Wade Hatton draws pistol.
Zach Dallas: Why the hell are you smoking ghost rock?
Uriel Iscariot: I'm not. Anyone who did that would be dead.
Uriel Iscariot: Its extremely explosive!
[w] Zach Dallas: Can I cast Blast with a cigar?
Brock Hale: That sounds fascinating!
[w] -> Zach Dallas: You could wrap a card around the cigar with sleight of hand, then toss the cigar with the exploding card on it.
[w] Zach Dallas: that'll work
Zach Dallas: Gimme that
Zach Dallas: I've got a plan
Uriel Iscariot: Hands over the cigar
Zach Dallas pulls out a pair of Queens of Spades
Zach Dallas then wraps them around the cigar.
Zach Dallas Glowing green cards appear in Zach's offhand
GM: The tunnel is long and straight, so if you throw it forward you will definitely hit.
[w] Zach Dallas: Deal for Blast
GM: The snake is not yet visible in Uriel's circle of light.
Uriel Iscariot: Judging by this tunnel, id say we are dealing with a boa constructor.
Judith Evans laughs at Uriel's joke.
[w] -> Zach Dallas: Flush with Spades. No Joker.
[w] Zach Dallas: Flush is fine
Uriel Iscariot: but he's really making an asp out of himself!
Judith Evans laughs again.
Zach Dallas As the cards around the cigar light, Zach throws them into the darkness
Zach Dallas: Blast (2-6) damage [2d6 = 13]
GM: So a total of 13 damage.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): yes
There is an explosion further down the tunnel. The bright flash of light is blinding, just before spots of light completely fill your vision you see an incredibly large snake ram head first into the cards as they explode. There is a sound of thumping as the snake convulses a bit. As your vision clears, you see that the first four feet of the snake have been reduced to a smoldering pile of ash. Unfortunately, the remaining length of the snake is still there, effectively blocking the passage.
Brock Hale: Well, if that is good eating, we should open a restaurant here, there is probably enough left for a few weeks of snake meat.
Zach Dallas: Snake meat is stringy, though
Judith Evans: Sigh. If only we had a large drilling machine that could burrow through or around the carcass.
Kazemi (Zach Dallas): ARGH
Wade Hatton: Hmm...that would be nice.
Campaign saved.