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So apparently I don't remember 2e factions. Yes... Grand Archive. Thanks to everyone, fellow PCs and epic GM for the great game! I quite enjoyed playing this character as well, so I may have to riff on it later... I do suspect that Gizzard is going to be buying that gun as well...
"So uh... was in the tavern just drinkin 'n gabbin' when allathesudden BAM some dude screamed and ran inta the bar then SCREAMED as they RIPPED 'im apart." Doc pauses and looks around for a snack then shakes her head. "I'm starvin' You don't have nothin to eat in this station house... right so these zombies... I don't know if they were workin' for some necromancer or were just the whole BRAAAINNNS type an all, but it's a lucky thing I had my pieces. Ya know, my guns. Anyway, I started blasting. POW! POW! Now, I don't see so good after a couple drinks 'n all, so I missed..." The monologue continues for far longer than it should...
Gizzard is Lvl 1
Oh, this can be applied to any character? I thought they needed to be in the same subtier. If that's the case I'd like to apply this to my -2002 and not speed run my -2001 out of range of my in-person group. Player name: Aaron
Doc giggles and whispers to Zak. "I never had one... Hehe"
"Mornin' sunshine." Doc rubs her head and pats herself down before looking up at Booker holding the drained potion bottle. "Hrm... guess ya ain't so bad after all... now lemme go find a bed, some dwarven firewater, and a needle. I'll get back to all y'all when my kidneys ain't tryin ta find their way out my throat."
"YOWCH! Waitta minute... didja just say pardon?" She drags herself closer to the shieldmarshal, leaving a trail of blood and spit. "We shot a lotta zombies... that's what happened... so uh... can I get my medical license back?"
"Anybody else wounded?" Doc glares at Booker as she picks another piece of buckshot out of her shoulder. "No? Nobody else?" She loads her dueling pistol, again using the zombies eye socket as a stand, and shoots the zombie point blank.
She then steps back and waves to Zakzak. "Fire at will... and my name ain't will."
"1 star review, actors can't tolerate hecklers and fail to keep their heads on straight." She holsters her dragon pistol, slips over to Zakzak and slaps a bandage across his most grievous of wounds.
"Yowch! Gonna need more than a bandage for that..."
I was asking my friend the same thing since I'm just as confused.
Doc shouts out, "Hold on Zak! I'm on it!" She rushes around to flank with Zak, then thrusts her bayonet in to free up a hand to reload.
She quickly pulls the trigger before withdrawing the blade.
If I'm attacked: Amara will use Hit the Dirt to leap next to Zak.
Doc fires a parting shot at the green circle zombie, then heads towards the stage.
"Imma gettin' awful worried bout what those actors are doin... Zin, think ya can pop 'em off?" She embeds her bayonet in the wounded zombie to free up a hand to reload.
She pulls the trigger in hopes of obliterating the thing.
From there she strides forward.
"Alright.... thumbs up let's do this..." Doc blitzes forward and pumps a shot into the zombie at point blank.
She follows it up with a bayonet thrust, leaving it in just long enough to pop another round into the chamber.
...and discharges it before removing the bayonet.
Doc slips through the door, breathes a sigh of relief, then turns around. With a curse, she quickly pulls out her doctor's implements for performing brain surgery at 30 paces... Problem... and Solution. "We were doin' so well... guess yer gonna get a chance to try out that fancy piece Booker!"
Doc's eyes go wide at the sight of the gun. "Now THAT is a beaut!" She eyes it longingly before agreeing with Zakzak's assessment, hoping it will spare her some stitches later. She slips along quietly, weapons in hand.
Doc shrugs after struggling with the lock then steps aside.
Doc scurries across and joins Zakzak. "Dont'cha be lookin for a bandage for that one... that's all on yerself!" She quickly follows Booker downstairs and begins looking for trouble.
Amara begins loading every spare pocket she's got with ammo. "So how are y'all doin here? Need any bandagin' before we head into the theater? Speak now'r forever hold yer peace. Can't promise I'll have any left by the time we're done with that mass of undead." After a moment rifling through the ammo she adds, "Got any cutlery? Zakzak might need some." Halfway through her reload, Rickard's words catch up to her. "Waitasecond... didja just say canon?"
"Dun worry Zakzak! I'll come after ya if you slip! Either ta save ya or put a bullet in yer zombie head..." Amara zips across, then retrieves the rope.
When she gets to the other side she shows some relief finding Zakzak made it too. She clearly didn't want to have to carry that one through.
She grins wildly at Booker as she slowly pulls out her tools. "Ah though you'd never ask."
Amara does quite a good job but it'd pretty obvious the wounds are going to leave a scar... and probably deliberately so. Turning to look at Zindarel she just slaps a bandage on the wound and calls it good.
She packs her tools up, caps off the whisky and tucks it away in her bandolier. She gives the clothesline a quick tug, then shrugs. "As they say in Galt... Allon-y?" She pulls out her own rope, then ties it off to make a loop around the clothesline, forming an impromptu zipline.
Amara takes a sip of the whisky, sprinkles it on her wounds, then plunges her bayonet in to pop out the buckshot and bone splinters. She breathes in deep, yelps, then yells,
She pulls the stitching needle with her teeth, then spits blood and whisky. "Alright, who's next?" She looks Zakzak up and down. "Arm's fallin' off ya say?" She looks at the needle and thread, then at the wound. "Whisky'll sanitize it, get over here!"
"Anyone else before we try some clothes-line-zip-lining??" She makes sure her weapons are loaded, then awaits her next patient.
She grabs the bottle. "Perfect! Cheap stuff sterilizes just as good as the 'spensive stuff... and a swig of the 'spensive stuff will make you forget what the doc's 'bout ta do!" She grabs the wounded patron and drags them upstairs, then looks for room to make a triage setup while her compatriots take stock of the situation.
Doc grimaces. "Not even 'nuff time for a quick patch up? Grab me a few bottles of Whisky! Or whatever else ya got high-proof. Got an improptu lead extraction ta perform..." She glares at booker... although the grazes from his shot are nothing compared to the tears from the undead. She pulls out a potion and heads upstairs, hoping she'll have enough time to patch everyone up before more undead break in.
"Wouldja be a dear and leave yer filthy rotten hands off me fer long enough to reload?"
"Yowch! What was that fer Booker? You'd better not come ta me asking fer medical assistance later or I'll put this buckshot back in your-" She twitches as the zombie's grip firms up and tries to break free... via black powder assisted surgery and repeated application of bayonet to the zombie's arm.
Oops... I thought that was the door...
"Why lookit that, looks like ah got me a patient! And erm... some uh...
She ◆ stands up from her seat with her pistols already in hand and aimed. She quickly ◆ strides around the table and ◆ unloads a blast of buckshot at the rear line.
She holds her dueling pistol up angled slightly, preparing to use the attached blade more than the firearm itself.
"Hey now I didn't say nothin' bout hurting! Just bein on the lookout for folks fit to scrap, then gettin the tools ready for the aftermath!"
"Alright... now hear me out... Cheap drink means bar fights, and bar fights mean medical attention... and I've got my equipment if they've got the coin..." Amara shrugs off any judgmental looks, then makes sure that 'Problem' and 'Solution' are well concealed. |
