Okay, that Level 2 Harm is reduced to Level 1 (Constantly Hearing Voices).
I would say that next he'd probably want to GTFO, which would be a Maneuver roll. Any other ideas or suggestions?
I can also see trying to juke Eater by faking an attack and then going around, and then trying to get out of sight of the Black Oak Knights, so using Scout to disguise his movement intentions.
One Eye would also like to fire on Eater, to provide some distraction, dealing with that threat rather than the incoming Black Oak Knights.
Fire away. Do you have Black Shot?
One Eye would also like to fire on Eater, to provide some distraction, dealing with that threat rather than the incoming Black Oak Knights.
My intention had been to use the previous Research roll (gazing at Eater) as a setup roll for this shot. I have would like to use Black Shot, and would like a DB where I overpack my shot, giving up either my Gun Maintenance Kit (using it up in juryrigging my rifle) or use double ammo of Blackshot. What would the position/effect be?
"Well done Tabita!" Leon shouts, only allowing moment of satisfaction before urging, "Let's get moving, one charge left." his urging unnessaroly punctuated by the sounds of galloping enemy and One Eye's gunshots.
One Eye lines up the shot, overpacked with some care, and lets it fly.
One Eye lines up the shot, overpacked with some care, and lets it fly.
[dice="Shoot at Eater"]3d6
Will use my 1 pip of the Aim specialist skill to the shot.
CRACK!!
The good news is, you just blew one of Eater's legs clean off!
The less good news is, it's still active. Missing a leg will certainly slow it down, but won't stop it.
The not-at-all good news is, your gun just blew up in your face. Take Level 1 Harm (Impaired Vision). You can resist.
Anticipating that there can be tempermental issues with altering his shot packing, One Eye had assembled his rifle so that the weakest point would result in blowback, and so doesn't injure One Eye.
I'm okay with the double resistance rolls -- but how are you getting four dice?
The Doyen has at least one in each insight skill (1 aim, 2 research, 1 scout, 1 rig). I put his stat's in his character profile tab.
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'Half a league, half a league,
half a league onward.'
The terrible Oak Knights, the feared heavy horse of The Enemy came thundering down upon their position. The recruits would do well, Brother Attero thought. They hold their positions. And die with honor.
The ground itself began to tremble with the punishing staccato of iron-shod hooves. Attero kept his calm, kept his position. From his belt he pulled the last of the demolition charges. He'd meant to use them sparingly, but, as the man says, this is not a game of kick the ooph.
He could see them now. Their terrifying visage that had broken many a line just by showing up. Even before they had wrought lethal wreckage, a band of men, if not well lead by men of sterner stuff, would decide they were not being paid enough to die.
He casually crushed the magnesium fuse. He knew little of how it worked, he simply knew that once the safety seal was destroyed, the timer sparked upon contact with the air, and no power of man, chosen, or broken, could stop it.
'“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew.
He cocked his arm back as the terrible things broke through the first line of barricades. Some had thought it would hold them some minutes. He knew they were wrong.
The charge sparked and coughed and sputtered, but it's white-hot hissing never paused, never stopped. If he threw it too soon the pile of charges some paces ahead of him would explode before the enemy even got there, and they would all be overrun. Every man and woman on this bridge would die, and their mission to halt the enemy would fail.
They came like a falling mountain and forward came his arm. Had he thrown true? Had he waited too long? Would his improvised mine behave as he hoped?
'Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.'
Somewhere, there was an explosion.
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The front rank of the charging Black Oak Knights are down, severely injured or dead. Blood everywhere. The horrible sound of horses, mortally injured, screaming.
The second rank crashes into the ruins of the first. Two are knocked off their horses, and the others are clearly stunned.
You've done serious damage.
Huzzah!
One Eye would like to rendezvous to support Leon and, as a setup action for Leon and Monicca, provide suppression fire (using normal ammo) at the Hounds near them.
Did Silver Drifting make it back to the barricades with Brother Attero? Is he still being pursued by Eater?
Huzzah!One Eye would like to rendezvous to support Leon and, as a setup action for Leon and Monicca, provide suppression fire (using normal ammo) at the Hounds near them.
Okay. You'll have to duck below, into the dark catwalked undercarriage of the bridge.
Is that a maneuver roll? If so, let me know position/effect, as One Eye's maneuver isn't great so I'd have to consider his options.
I had thought to spend all my 5 shots in my fine pistol for this one skirmish as a potential DB.
How many skirmish dice does Monika have?
Ok, so I'll need to burn up all that ammo :)
Group Skirmish, Leon leads, DB
Looks like success. Guess I'll roll Tabita's last rig with Hans as well.
One Eye heads to the demolition party, perhaps a bit late.
One Eye heads to the demolition party, perhaps a bit late.
[dice="Maneuver"]1d6
(Seeing result, which was a failure) Time successfully lost! :)
"Go! Go! Go!" Leon shouts as he sees Tabita and Hans finish setting the last charge. "Back to the barricade." his words punctuated by his last gunshot at the pressing hounds.
He tries to lead his rag tag demo squad out of the undercroft and to the dubious safety of the barricade and the rest of their squad.
Leon reloads and hands over his pistol, "You're a good man Hans, we'll see to your dog as best we can."
With that he hustles the two rookies out.
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Attero's heart had been in his throat as the burning charge arced through the air to land, softly, amongst its brothers in the hastily laid mine he made, what seems to long ago. As it explodes gloriously, taking with it much of the enemy charge, beneath the iron helm, unseen, he smiles.
As the mangled and battered Oak Knights re-gather themselves for a fresh assault, the three soldiers around Attero pour a withering fire into their disordered ranks, reaping a fresh round of corpses.
Attero for his part rests not on his laurels, but prepares himself for the GLORIOUS COMBAT that is about to come.
Check your loadout!
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One shoots wild and misses, but the other slashes across the barricade, cutting Jughead in the face.
A sound like a small earthquake is heard under the fighting. The ear has trouble making it out. It is at first faint, but deep and low, like tectonic plates shifting in spurts. The sound grows louder, and louder still, until at last it is revealed that the armored brother is...laughing. A low, deep, guttural chuckle that forebodes, O, a great reckoning.
"I am not trapped here with you," he mumbles as the melee line of Knights at last crashes upon his recruits and their barricade. "You are trapped here with me."
He lifts his weapon, a great, ugly, ill-looking lump of metal that some would call a warhammer. He does not carry it because it is pretty. He does not carry it to make friends. It's name is Krieg, and it does only one thing well.
With no effort he kicks aside the bulky wooden cart that had made the rampart. Hefting his man-high shield he wades into the wailing foe.
"Death is the servant of the righteous."