Farol? I don't think there are any chronicles for this game. Am I wrong?This is the sanctioning document for Head-Shot the Rot and it definitely has a chronicle on the last page.
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Farol? I don't think there are any chronicles for this game. Am I wrong?
Doc certainly watches over Zindarel with Zakzak and steers clear when the goblin toys with the mithral tree. She'll make sure the elf is on her feet before she and Booker move on to their next score. "You two take care of each other now. See you 'round." "Come on, Book. Today's going to be a good day. I have a feeling."
Thanks for running! I enjoyed it. I'm with Zindarel. Gunslingers are okay. Thank God they're not armor-ignoring nightmares anymore.
Character Name: Rannarix
Doc fires her big dragon mouth pistol then shouts in answer to the goblin. "I've done all I can for Zindarel,"Doc says, falling back in Zakzak's wake. "I'll look after her wounds when this is over."
Doc hustles to the Zakzak's rear and shoves a bandage on the goblin's wound. She then fires her dueling pistol over his head at one of the zombies.
Doc aim and fires, then reloads both pistols with deft, sure movements.
"Did we do it?" Doc asks no one in particular. "I mean, was this where it started? And did we end it?"
Doc hustles to the elf's side and slaps a bandage on Zindarel's wound. She then fires her dueling pistol at the last undead, but misses by a country mile.
Doc turns and fires Solution at the zombie next to her.
She then stabs it with the bayonet on Problem.
Then she reloads Problem.
"Just letting you fellows get a few licks in before I end this," says Doc.
Cut twice by flying cutlery, Doc yelps. Ouch! Watch it, half-pint!"
Doc sweeps Problem and Solution out of her holsters and fires Problem point-blank into the face of the zombie in front of Zakzak.
Doc shuts the theater doors behind them to keep the horde from following them in and looks for a way to lock or bar them.
Just FYI: Regarding Head-Shot the Rot, I'm having Doc make tactical decisions, but not really offering opinions on what should be done next because I'm GMing the game myself. I know what's optimal, what's hidden and who's up to what badness. So it's not that I'm not interested, just purposefully playing dumb.
Sure! I have one PC in that range, the fighter/medic Hornbori. I'm hoping to find employment for my 8th-level wizard at some point, too.
Doc falls into the alley, landing heavily on her side. Without bothering to see if there are any zombies nearby she scrambles to a nearby corner, grabs hold of the rainpipe and starts trying to climb back up to the far side.
Doc fills her pockets with ammo, but is satisfied with Problem and Solution. "So there's another clothesline?" she asks.
"Why not proceed directly to the source of the problem in the theater?" asks Doc. "Cut to the heart of the problem."
Doc winces, remembering the leeches in the river. She reflexively looks down to assure herself there's nothing attached to her, then straightens and regards Rickard. "We are, yes sir. We were told that we might be able to grab some cartridges while were here? For the good of the town?"
Doc grabs the rope and hangs over the street. She uses her momentum to swing up to the windowsill and after stabilizing the rope, crosses over to the other side.
Uh. Oh. Yeah, not hero pointing that one. I want to see how this plays out. :-)
Doc was going to suggest the clothesline, but seeing the goblin do it makes he wonder if that isn't a sign it's the wrong idea. She regards Booker. "I think it'll hold you. But you go first. I'll cover you if you need to make a run for the door." She looks over at Zindarel. "Same for you, I guess."
"Fine," says Doc, waving Booker towards the potion. "But I want a look at what's happening and the view will be better from upstairs."
Doc reloads her dueling pistol and stows both weapons in her holsters. She pulls out a few bandages from her bag and says "Let me look at that, Book. That looks nasty."
"Keep that clean. We'll stitch it up later when there's time. And watch out for that goblin; he's not safe with that knife-flinger."] She tends to her partner's wound and then follows Martelle upstairs to see what's happening.
I am many times past 13. I think the adventure assumes that splash damage is going to be a thing and actually part of the fun, especially where Zakzak is concerned. I can see Doc (a healer, after all) taking pains not to hit anyone except in dire situations, but I can also see Zakzak peppering his allies in his excitement. I can also see Booker giving Zakzak an attitude adjustment at some point! As for gore, I'm no fan of buckets of blood, but I signed up to this knowing it would include guns and the undead, so some gory description is just part of the deal. I'm sure your powers of description are more than adequate to the task, Farol! :-p I think we're good.
Doc seizes two cartridges and in a swift series of moves loads both her pistols without ever letting go of either. She then fires at the nearest zombie.
With hands as fast as lightning, Doc draws both her pistols and surges out of her seat, darting towards the undead. She fires both Problem and Solution at contact range, then dances away towards the back of the room.
"It looks like my Uncle Eddie," comments Doc. "But I think it's supposed to be the King of Taldor. I heard that somewhere. The kings, queens and jacks supposedly represent the royal houses of Taldor, Osirion, Qadira and...and I never remember the fourth one. Nex? Jalmeray? I don't recall."
Impressed with the goblin's speed, if not his crafting skills, Doc was relieved for the change of subject. She sat back and watched. Booker should have know better than to play cards with anyone who said he didn't know how the game was played and she wasn't giving shoulder rubs to anyone this night. She smiled inwardly and hoped her partner would enjoy the goblin's shoulder rubs if he won, though she assumed his target was the goblin's elvish companion. She signalled the barmaid for another round.
Curiosity, disbelief and revulsion war on Doc's face for a moment before she waves the object away. "Ah...no. No thank you. Perhaps you could put it away now and demonstrate it some other time when there are 'bad guys' in need of cutlery?" But she can't let it go. Pinching the bridge of her nose with one hand, she says "Okay, I have to ask. Why spoons and butter knives? Wouldn't, I don't know, steak knives and daggers be more deadly? I cannot believe I am having this conversation."
"Told you so," she mutters. Looking at the goblin with a calculating eye, Doc replies. "Depends. Picked out a grave site yet? Because if you touch my guns, you're..." She pauses, her eyes falling on the travesty of a firearm the goblin is carrying. "Okay, wait. I know I'm going to regret asking this, but what in the name of Brigh's cast-iron brassiere is that thing? Is...is that a pistol?"
The statuesque Garundi woman named Doc fidgeted with her cards and then tossed them down. "I fold," she said, more distracted than irritated. She'd failed to draw to an inside straight and besides, neither she nor Booker really had much money to win and it was too early in the evening to start relieving the locals of their cash. "I'm telling you, Book, my feet are itching. It means trouble is coming. Remember that coach ride and the mutant attack? They were itching then. Don't give me that look. I know what I'm talking about." For perhaps the fifth time this evening, Doc checks her weapons, the dueling pistol named Problem and the dragon-mouth pistol named Solution to ensure they were primed and loose in her holsters.
Here's Doc Featherton, all ready to go! |