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Winchester staggers backwards and groans loudly as the barrage of bullets hits him dead on, with multiple bullets finding their mark. He grits his teeth as the first thin, red lines start to seep through his shirt and yells "By the godforsaken Sands, THATS NOY WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID I WANTED TO RESTOCK ON BULLETS!", his voice devoid of any sarcasm and, this time, actually sounding rather strained. With the rest of the squad jumping the new combatant, Winchester decides to blow of steam by resuming his attacks on his previous target, the Mayor.
In that case, Winchester ducks behind whatever cover he may find, or rather crumbles down as a result of his injury. One hand clutching his side where he got struck by a bullet, Winchester leans back and exhales deeply, as he waits for the others to settle business with Isaac.
(He's not giving chase alone, but the others seem to have Isaac in check already.)
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"I don't recognize you, and that can only mean one thing. You're a coward, who ran away, who abandoned the cause. Perhaps the Devil's already got to you, and he's usin' you to get the rest of our souls. I won't be leavin' you alive, either way."
As Isaac raises his metal arm, Hugeo's dagger plunges into his stomach, again scraping against that subdermal plating, but like the other strikes blood still oozes from the wound. The arm falls.
Attack: 21 Damage: 21
He then turns his whirring arm on Winchester's hiding place, spraying bullets at the large couch.
Attack: 19 Damage: 10
(Everyone is up!)
Attack: 9 Damage: 6
(You have three-quarters cover, but the sheer number of bullets is going to shred the couch to shreds.)
(Is there any way to estimate how much longer the couch would hold up? Also, does using the pump in such close quarters pose any risk to the rest of the party around Isaac? Logic tells me it would, but i can't quite remember reading anything about it in the scatter properties.)
Winchester quickly scans his surroundings, looking for any other furniture sturdy enough to temporarily shield him from the bullets, before shouting over to the others. "Boys, if you'd be so kind ta either finish this bloke up quickly or get the hell out of the way, that'd be great."
(The couch is rubble. It protected Winchester, but it's basically been split in two. There's still other cover in the room, a few chairs, just stuff you'd find in a lounge. Also, the scatter property just applies extra damage in close quarters, if you're within the scatter property's range you do higher damage dice)
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Dusty goes in for another rapier attack , this time lower in the body trying to find a soft spot. Attack: 9 Damage: 7He knows his spells are nearly exhausted for the day and resolves to save them for the coward of a mayor if needed.
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Winchester sighs deeply. As bullets continue to splatter through the poor couch hes hiding behind though, he decides to change his course of action. "Or whatever, guess I'll do it myself!" With that said, Winchester pops up from his cover and fires his shotgun.
Isaac lifts a leg as Dusty approaches, stabbing at his lower body, and the partially metallic man kicks the blade to the side. This movement, however, leaves him off balance, and he is unable to dodge Winchester's shotgun blast. A chunk of meat is blown out of his shoulder, revealing bone and brass beneath the skin.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
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"Your bullets will not save you. Lay down your arms and surrender, or you shall follow the mayor's fate," Isoldus snarls, carving down towards Isaac's exposed flesh.
When Isaac's bullet hits a vital point, Hugeo loses consciousness and his metallic body falls on the floor. The machine quickly detects the malfunction and begins a rebooting sequence. Hopefully, it was not damaged too much.
Mari, you came to Anth'Aur a few weeks ago, tracking the bandits that tried to kill you back before your powers had awakened. You had heard that a group like them was in the area, but so far your search has been fruitless. On top of that, Anth'Aur is just about the most dreadful place you could be, what with the constant cacophony every single week, as that damned Mayor tries hopelessly to clear the smog away with nothing more than noise. The rituals of those born in a godless land are certainly odd, tradition without result. You've been trying to gather up coin to charter a train out of this place, but so far your efforts have been mostly fruitless, and you've been left only with your own rapidly dwindling gold. You've been staying at the Dry Water Saloon, and have struck up a tentative friendship with the barkeeper and owner's wife, Daniella Doran. You haven't seen much of her wife, Ursula Martins, as she is often busy in the back, though you've caught a few glimpses. Their two children, Robert and William, have also been wandering around here and there. You've also seen a garishly dressed woman who introduced herself as Ruby Red, and who has been staying in the room next to yours. She always carries a guitar, but you've never seen her play it, strangely enough. You were wandering the town today, when you suddenly heard the sounds of gunshots echoing near the Mayor's house. Arriving on the scene at this moment, you are met with the sight of Isaac Strauss, the massive, quite frankly rather creepy bodyguard of the mayor, firing a spray of bullets into the front door of the tower from his metal arm tipped with a gatling gun-like contraption.
Thardoran, you've been wandering the Wastes since your recent escape from the... strange cave you found yourself in. Your memory is hazy, but you know that the Waste is certainly home to no caves, and what you found yourself in was no wastebone. It was too... regular in its shape. And those sigils, the spiring, brachiating, infinitely detailed things that covered the place, the mere of thought of which causes your head to spin and your vision to blur as you are overcome with a nausea you thought yourself unable to experience in your newly unalive state... best not to think of it. Your journey was easy. Too easy, perhaps. Perhaps without a heartbeat, the beasts of the Sands aren't as attracted to you. And having spent... well, you aren't quite sure how long, but a long time drying up and mummifying while still "alive" in that cave, you're significantly lighter than you were before. Light enough that traversing even the incredibly fine Sands isn't as hard as it might have ordinarily been. You arrived in Anth'Aur a few weeks ago, just like Mari. Initially, a woman who introduced herself as Fiona Walters offered you lodgings, reportedly out of the kindness of her heart, but... there was something in the way she looked at you, almost... hungrily. You've taken up residence in the Dry Water as well, and have seen the same things as Mari, though many of the patrons seem a little revolted by your very much unhealthy complexion. Even a few have suggested you go stick yourself in one of the Flint's boxes, where you belong. Just like Mari, you were wandering the town when you ran into the same situation, Isaac Strauss seemingly firing indiscriminately into the Mayor's lodgings.
Mari and Thardoran are up! (You don't necessarily need to join in on the combat, and you have no idea who is the aggressor here or even who Isaac is firing at, though there does seem to be a crumpled shape with a metallic sheen near his feet.)
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
The sound of gunfire is a change of pace against the usual noises of the settlement, though not a good one. The gnome flinched at the noise, though having no shots aimed at her so far was a small blessing. She has a mostly unassuming appearance, or as unassuming as one can get. Dust covers her dull colored clothes (nothing more than a plain pair of shirt and pants, with a darker vest on top). A slight pop of color comes from her poncho, the primarily red fabric a few shades lighter than her brick colored hair. Her most distinctive feature is a scar, running down from her jaw to under her collar.
"Hey, what're you doing!?" Marikell waves her hands as she approaches Issac, keeping some distance in case she needed to duck for cover.
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"Bloody gunpowder for brains...", the ancient looking dwarf mutters in a dry rasp.
Cradling his twisted staff in one hand, he rummages around in his pockets, eventually pulling out a small piece of leather that he licks and sticks to the back of his hand. Or he tries to. His dry tongue scraping across the leather doesn't leave much saliva to help adhere it, and it takes him a few moments with puckered cheeks, working his tongue back and forth, to summon enough moisture to leave some on the leather with his second attempt. Triumphant, he sticks it to the back of his hand, calling out in his rasping voice... "জাদুবর্ম!" and any watching would see a bit of a heat shimmer settle over him before fading.
Better safe than sorry, and all that. Bullet holes are annoying.
He watches curiously from a distance as a scarred gnomish woman approaches the metallic madman. He rolls his eyes... well, one of them rolls, the other one seems a bit stuck at the moment... probably got sand in there mucking up the works again... now where are those eyedrops? He leans his staff against a cart and pats at his pockets, muttering darkly to himself.
Isoldus levels his shield after Isaac deflects the blow from his sword. The Paladin assumes a defensive stance in front of Isaac with intentions of shielding as many bullets from spraying off to where civilians or allies could be standing. Smoke curls from the edges of Isoldus's lips as he barks a sharp, draconic-accented command towards the two who hadn't fled the dusty square after hearing gunfire.
"Isaac is preventing us from delivering justice to the mayor," Isoldus snarls, attempting to keep Isaac's attention. "If you interfere, you will be dealt the appropriate punishment for coming to the mayor's aid. If you have a mind for the civilians of Anth'Aur, fight along my side."
Bloody mayor and his bloody music. If he had to sleep, he'd be quite irritated... scratch that, he is irritated.
"Aha!", the dwarf exults, pulling free a flask with a dropper cap and squirting a bit of oil into his stuck eye, getting it moving again.
He rummages around in his pocket before popping a wizened bit of forked flesh into one cheek and wiping a bit of oil from under his eye and licking it from his finger as he totters up towards Isaac.
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(In the future, please expressly state the spell, since tooltips that aren't the spell's name are incredibly easy to miss)
Wis save(I understand that you used a portent roll): 15
Says dice rolls not available, let's see if I can't try that again: 10
(Gods, I hate this thing. The earlier result will be used, since it was the original, I expected it to reroll both it it worked but it's still annoying)
Winchester staggers backwards and groans loudly as the barrage of bullets hits him dead on, with multiple bullets finding their mark. He grits his teeth as the first thin, red lines start to seep through his shirt and yells "By the godforsaken Sands, THATS NOY WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID I WANTED TO RESTOCK ON BULLETS!", his voice devoid of any sarcasm and, this time, actually sounding rather strained. With the rest of the squad jumping the new combatant, Winchester decides to blow of steam by resuming his attacks on his previous target, the Mayor.
Attack: 23 Damage: 6
(The mayor has, by now, escaped up the stairs and is out of sight.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(Ah right, my bad sorry.)
In that case, Winchester ducks behind whatever cover he may find, or rather crumbles down as a result of his injury. One hand clutching his side where he got struck by a bullet, Winchester leans back and exhales deeply, as he waits for the others to settle business with Isaac.
(He's not giving chase alone, but the others seem to have Isaac in check already.)
"I don't recognize you, and that can only mean one thing. You're a coward, who ran away, who abandoned the cause. Perhaps the Devil's already got to you, and he's usin' you to get the rest of our souls. I won't be leavin' you alive, either way."
As Isaac raises his metal arm, Hugeo's dagger plunges into his stomach, again scraping against that subdermal plating, but like the other strikes blood still oozes from the wound. The arm falls.
Attack: 21 Damage: 21
He then turns his whirring arm on Winchester's hiding place, spraying bullets at the large couch.
Attack: 19 Damage: 10
(Everyone is up!)
Attack: 9 Damage: 6
(You have three-quarters cover, but the sheer number of bullets is going to shred the couch to shreds.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(Is there any way to estimate how much longer the couch would hold up? Also, does using the pump in such close quarters pose any risk to the rest of the party around Isaac? Logic tells me it would, but i can't quite remember reading anything about it in the scatter properties.)
Winchester quickly scans his surroundings, looking for any other furniture sturdy enough to temporarily shield him from the bullets, before shouting over to the others. "Boys, if you'd be so kind ta either finish this bloke up quickly or get the hell out of the way, that'd be great."
(The couch is rubble. It protected Winchester, but it's basically been split in two. There's still other cover in the room, a few chairs, just stuff you'd find in a lounge. Also, the scatter property just applies extra damage in close quarters, if you're within the scatter property's range you do higher damage dice)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Dusty goes in for another rapier attack , this time lower in the body trying to find a soft spot. Attack: 9 Damage: 7He knows his spells are nearly exhausted for the day and resolves to save them for the coward of a mayor if needed.
Winchester sighs deeply. As bullets continue to splatter through the poor couch hes hiding behind though, he decides to change his course of action. "Or whatever, guess I'll do it myself!" With that said, Winchester pops up from his cover and fires his shotgun.
Attack: 19 Damage: 11
Isaac lifts a leg as Dusty approaches, stabbing at his lower body, and the partially metallic man kicks the blade to the side. This movement, however, leaves him off balance, and he is unable to dodge Winchester's shotgun blast. A chunk of meat is blown out of his shoulder, revealing bone and brass beneath the skin.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"Your bullets will not save you. Lay down your arms and surrender, or you shall follow the mayor's fate," Isoldus snarls, carving down towards Isaac's exposed flesh.
Longsword Attack: 9 Damage: 9
The sword sails past Isaac's head, the burly man barely giving it a second glance.
Hugeo is up!
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
When Isaac's bullet hits a vital point, Hugeo loses consciousness and his metallic body falls on the floor. The machine quickly detects the malfunction and begins a rebooting sequence. Hopefully, it was not damaged too much.
Death Save: 17.
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Mari, you came to Anth'Aur a few weeks ago, tracking the bandits that tried to kill you back before your powers had awakened. You had heard that a group like them was in the area, but so far your search has been fruitless. On top of that, Anth'Aur is just about the most dreadful place you could be, what with the constant cacophony every single week, as that damned Mayor tries hopelessly to clear the smog away with nothing more than noise. The rituals of those born in a godless land are certainly odd, tradition without result. You've been trying to gather up coin to charter a train out of this place, but so far your efforts have been mostly fruitless, and you've been left only with your own rapidly dwindling gold.
You've been staying at the Dry Water Saloon, and have struck up a tentative friendship with the barkeeper and owner's wife, Daniella Doran. You haven't seen much of her wife, Ursula Martins, as she is often busy in the back, though you've caught a few glimpses. Their two children, Robert and William, have also been wandering around here and there. You've also seen a garishly dressed woman who introduced herself as Ruby Red, and who has been staying in the room next to yours. She always carries a guitar, but you've never seen her play it, strangely enough.
You were wandering the town today, when you suddenly heard the sounds of gunshots echoing near the Mayor's house. Arriving on the scene at this moment, you are met with the sight of Isaac Strauss, the massive, quite frankly rather creepy bodyguard of the mayor, firing a spray of bullets into the front door of the tower from his metal arm tipped with a gatling gun-like contraption.
Thardoran, you've been wandering the Wastes since your recent escape from the... strange cave you found yourself in. Your memory is hazy, but you know that the Waste is certainly home to no caves, and what you found yourself in was no wastebone. It was too... regular in its shape. And those sigils, the spiring, brachiating, infinitely detailed things that covered the place, the mere of thought of which causes your head to spin and your vision to blur as you are overcome with a nausea you thought yourself unable to experience in your newly unalive state... best not to think of it. Your journey was easy. Too easy, perhaps. Perhaps without a heartbeat, the beasts of the Sands aren't as attracted to you. And having spent... well, you aren't quite sure how long, but a long time drying up and mummifying while still "alive" in that cave, you're significantly lighter than you were before. Light enough that traversing even the incredibly fine Sands isn't as hard as it might have ordinarily been.
You arrived in Anth'Aur a few weeks ago, just like Mari. Initially, a woman who introduced herself as Fiona Walters offered you lodgings, reportedly out of the kindness of her heart, but... there was something in the way she looked at you, almost... hungrily. You've taken up residence in the Dry Water as well, and have seen the same things as Mari, though many of the patrons seem a little revolted by your very much unhealthy complexion. Even a few have suggested you go stick yourself in one of the Flint's boxes, where you belong.
Just like Mari, you were wandering the town when you ran into the same situation, Isaac Strauss seemingly firing indiscriminately into the Mayor's lodgings.
Mari and Thardoran are up! (You don't necessarily need to join in on the combat, and you have no idea who is the aggressor here or even who Isaac is firing at, though there does seem to be a crumpled shape with a metallic sheen near his feet.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
The sound of gunfire is a change of pace against the usual noises of the settlement, though not a good one. The gnome flinched at the noise, though having no shots aimed at her so far was a small blessing. She has a mostly unassuming appearance, or as unassuming as one can get. Dust covers her dull colored clothes (nothing more than a plain pair of shirt and pants, with a darker vest on top). A slight pop of color comes from her poncho, the primarily red fabric a few shades lighter than her brick colored hair. Her most distinctive feature is a scar, running down from her jaw to under her collar.
"Hey, what're you doing!?" Marikell waves her hands as she approaches Issac, keeping some distance in case she needed to duck for cover.
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"Bloody gunpowder for brains...", the ancient looking dwarf mutters in a dry rasp.
Cradling his twisted staff in one hand, he rummages around in his pockets, eventually pulling out a small piece of leather that he licks and sticks to the back of his hand. Or he tries to. His dry tongue scraping across the leather doesn't leave much saliva to help adhere it, and it takes him a few moments with puckered cheeks, working his tongue back and forth, to summon enough moisture to leave some on the leather with his second attempt. Triumphant, he sticks it to the back of his hand, calling out in his rasping voice...
"জাদু বর্ম!"
and any watching would see a bit of a heat shimmer settle over him before fading.
Better safe than sorry, and all that. Bullet holes are annoying.
He watches curiously from a distance as a scarred gnomish woman approaches the metallic madman. He rolls his eyes... well, one of them rolls, the other one seems a bit stuck at the moment... probably got sand in there mucking up the works again... now where are those eyedrops? He leans his staff against a cart and pats at his pockets, muttering darkly to himself.
Initiative if/when needed: 6
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Isoldus levels his shield after Isaac deflects the blow from his sword. The Paladin assumes a defensive stance in front of Isaac with intentions of shielding as many bullets from spraying off to where civilians or allies could be standing. Smoke curls from the edges of Isoldus's lips as he barks a sharp, draconic-accented command towards the two who hadn't fled the dusty square after hearing gunfire.
"Isaac is preventing us from delivering justice to the mayor," Isoldus snarls, attempting to keep Isaac's attention. "If you interfere, you will be dealt the appropriate punishment for coming to the mayor's aid. If you have a mind for the civilians of Anth'Aur, fight along my side."
Bloody mayor and his bloody music. If he had to sleep, he'd be quite irritated... scratch that, he is irritated.
"Aha!", the dwarf exults, pulling free a flask with a dropper cap and squirting a bit of oil into his stuck eye, getting it moving again.
He rummages around in his pocket before popping a wizened bit of forked flesh into one cheek and wiping a bit of oil from under his eye and licking it from his finger as he totters up towards Isaac.
"'Scuse me boy, could you please take Miss Red's train to the next town over and pick me up some hard candies? My throat is so dry, and they're just what I need. Please, could the rest of you let him run this errand for me? You can play later.", he croaks out in a wavering gasp.
Portent: Isaac rolls a 2 on his Wis save, DC 14 vs suggestion.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
(Sorry, what spell are you casting?)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
((tool tip linked in the post above, but it's suggestion.))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
(In the future, please expressly state the spell, since tooltips that aren't the spell's name are incredibly easy to miss)
Wis save(I understand that you used a portent roll): 15
Says dice rolls not available, let's see if I can't try that again: 10
(Gods, I hate this thing. The earlier result will be used, since it was the original, I expected it to reroll both it it worked but it's still annoying)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."