The year is 1914. The place is the battlefield of the Great War You’re here for the duration, until your life or mind are destroyed, or until this deadly struggle with the mud, disease, and the enemy finally ends in the paneled halls of some national capital far from the fighting.
At minimum, put the resources, bennies and wounds. Then maybe often-used stats like Parry, toughness. Then possibly often-used dice that the GM might want to know like stealth, throwing and notice. Some people do attributes or Cha. Also, it helps to mention how much of a love affair Bobby has with the Wild Die. He likes that and it helps him enjoy the game. He may get edgy, and possibly violent, if you don't at least mention it.
"I'm Dan Morgan, named after than man 'twas the blood-brother of the man George himself. Some call me Sharpshooter, also after same-said. So, you know any place to go drink beer and look at chicks around here?"
Also, it helps to mention how much of a love affair Bobby has with the Wild Die. He likes that and it helps him enjoy the game. He may get edgy, and possibly violent, if you don't at least mention it.
Was going to do this anyway. But thanks for mentioning the violent part. Now i won’t forget.
Bobby's sense of direction proves good and the group soon finds themselves at The Riverview tavern on the Thames. The drink is fine and the company more so. The celebration of being away from the front lines continues long into the night. In the wee hours of the morning, you are leaving the bar, perhaps a little tipsier than you would like.
I need for everyone to make a Vigor test (don't forget your wild die!). Those who fail are Fatigued. If you roll a 1 on both dice, you are Exhausted! If you did not partake of wine, women, and song, you can forego the roll.
Samuel watches They really do seem to be enjoying themselves. Too bad their week of holiday will probably be cut short by need on the front lines.
He maybe has a drink or two but mostly he stares into the sky, wondering over the stars.
Aleksei avails himself of wine, women and song, enjoying the fruits of the vine and of other varieties. When he finally realizes the sun is up, he promises that he will return to umm... Jenn. no... Rach.. no... dammit..
Seeing Bobby stumble out helps him clear his head as he offers his shoulder to the man's arm. "Come friend, coffee is on me."
Dan drinks with gusto, the labors of many fields pouring into his gullet from crystal flagons and iron-shod tankards and leathern jacks in equal measure. At some point in the night a thin-hipped brunette named Catherine with generous charms and a lilting Irish accent plants herself on his knee and never are the twain separate. Thrice the duo disappear into a single restroom, to reappear some time later looking sated and flushed and tight-lipped about whatever might've transpired.
As dawn's first light breaks against the London fog, the two embrace for a last time, whispering sweet nothings to each other and pledges of contact, she her address and he his unit, both promising to write, neither knowing what the future held.
At last the Sharpshooter returns alone to his mates and enshrouds them with friendly arms. "Aye! Aye and again! Banger's an' mash all 'round, I say!" he says, looking forward to a breakfast of epic proportions.
"Do you think we should help out?...I think we should check that out..." and Bobby heads towards the alleyway entrance, his bleary eyes trying to discern what's going on in there :
As Dan rounds the corner, he spots two men run around a corner several yards ahead of him.
The man is an elderly gentleman of about 65 years. He has white hair and blue eyes and is wearing a three-piece suit. "My valise! They've taken my valise! But more important, they have the scroll!"
The word scroll sounded ominous and intriguing to Aleksei. His instincts took over and he was immediately following Morgan after them. "We will get it back for you!" he yelled back at the older man.
Okay, we are now in Chase mode. Everyone needs to make an Agility roll for the maneuvering Trait. I am rolling separately for the bad guys because they intend to split up.
As they round the corner, the men split up, one going left and the other heading right. They drop the stolen valise.
Specify which man you are chasing, please.
Bad Guy 1 Running:1d6 ⇒ 3 Bad Guy 2 Running:1d6 ⇒ 4
Bad Guy 1 Maneuvering:1d6 ⇒ 5 Bad Guy 2 Maneuvering:1d6 ⇒ 6Ace!:1d6 ⇒ 1
Okay, let's see if I can get things going again. Hope that everyone had a happy Halloween (or Samhain, as I call it; Happy New Year!).
Bad Guy #1: 8S
Bad Guy #2: AD
Dan: KH
Samuel: AH
Aleksei: 5S
Bobby: 2S, 6C
Okay, so... two of you (Samuel and Bobby) are following bad guy #2, while Daniel and Aleksei are tailing #1.
CHASE 1:
Daniel: King of Hearts
Bad Guy #1: Eight of Spades
Aleksei: Five of Spades
Daniel goes first and has Advantage! Daniel, you are close enough to make a melee attack or an attack at short range. Aleksei, he is outpacing you and you cannot get a bead on him.
CHASE 2:
Samuel: Ace of Hearts
Bad Guy #2: Ace of Diamonds
Bobby: Two of Spades or Six of [color=red]Clubs[/color]
Samuel, you have Advantage and are close enough to make a melee attack or an attack at short range. Bobby, you need to decide whether to take the complication or not. (I assume that you won't since you go last either way and the bad guy cannot be attacked by you.)
"So you like to take things from people?" Dan shouts as he gains surely on the man, "It's your lucky day. Here's a bullet from me," he says, squeezing off a brace of shots at the runner's leg.
SW is naturally vague on this, but a quick internet-fu brings up this suggestion: "Legs (-2): Works like Disarm but enemy makes an Agility roll (instead of Str)(vs. Damage). Failure means the character is falling prone."
Daniel, I kind of like that ruling, so I'll go with it in lieu of an official ruling on the subject.
Daniel shoots, the bullet tearing through the man's leg. He stumbles once, then goes unconscious as he hits the ground. Meanwhile, Samuel closes with his opponent enough to slash at the man and also put him down.
Both are incapacitated, but I'm going to rule that both are still breathing. Just unconscious or otherwise out of the fight.
Daniel - it's a -2 to hit whether your just targeting your opponent's arm, or are trying to Disarm him, which also does damage. Why wouldn't any player *always* try to Disarm along with a Called Shot, since damage is done anyway, and if you fail at the Disarm, nothing else bad happens?
Right, otherwise there is no point in doing a limb Called Shot. I'm not sure what your point it. The rules for Disarm essentially say it -is- a Called Shot to the Limb. Why would something bad happen if you fail a Disarm check...unless you're trying to go all D&D 3.5 on us. ^_^
I'm just saying, the way the rules are written, there's no downside to trying to Disarm along with *every* Called Shot to the arm. You're getting two effects for the price of one action. Now, if the Disarm damage roll was merely for the opposed Strength roll, and did no damage whether or not you Disarm your opponent, *now* you have a choice to make : a Called Shot for damage (and no possibility of disarming), or a Disarm to...well, disarm (with no damage).
"You're alright, lad," Dan says, sticking his pistol back in his waistband and helping the guy sit up. "It went clean through the meat. Give it a couple weeks in bed and you'll live to threaten little old men more. Speaking of which, actually, lay still," Dan says, putting the guy prone again and searching him thoroughly.
"See? You're still breathing," Dan says, sitting the guy back up again. "Now, ain't no one coming for ya, and you would -not- believe the number o' Gerrys an' other things I done killed not too long ago, so you're gonna tell me real nice what you were doing and why. Now, don't go thinking that I'm gonna fall for some cock-n-bull story about you'r'n down on yer luck an' it was just a random robbery, 'cause I heard too much to think that.
So you just save your 'you're not gonna believe me!" and just let fly. Also save your "You don't know what HE'LL do to me!" because from where I sit it's -us- that you gotta worry about, right Slick?" Dan asks as he playfully slaps the man's leg wound, reminding him of his predicament.
The man winces in pain when Dan slaps his leg, but nods his head. He is unarmed and has nothing hidden on him. "Some man paid us five quid apiece to nick the old man's valise. He told us to bring it to Dawes Road where he would be waiting for us. He didn't say why he wanted it. That's all I know! We didn't expect anyone to shoot at us!"
Not sure who chased after whom, so I'll try to get us all together.
"See now, there's a good lad. Come on, up an at 'em," Dan says, getting the man to his feet and good-naturedly supporting him under one arm.
Dan walks back to the others and tells them what he'd learned.
"So, I recommend that one of us show up at this 'Dawgs Road' place, whatever that is, with the case in hand, and see who shows up. Then we all can jump him and see where -that- road leads to. How's that sound?"
