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Looking up, Boom removes his mask.

....."ummmmm, Krak. I think ve might have a problem"

"SCHEIZAH!!!" he exclaims after seeing through the binoculars.

"Stupid humans alvays making ze same mistakes. No sense for battle."

Lowering the binoculars and looking at Krak with a crooked smile...

"Vere vil dey be ven ze dwarves can no longer help zem?"

LOL classic warhammer. Sorry guys *shrugs*
1d100 ⇒ 26 vs Agil +10 for the gasmask and for jumping on the canister. Success.

"I'VE GOT IT, I'VE GOT IT!!!" A triumphant Boom's voice echoes hollowy from his leather mask as he hold up the spewing canister high above his head.

Running to the ladder:

-10 for the chaos. throws it

1d100 ⇒ 61 nope

Clink!

Hits the same spot and comes down into the hood of a warrior

SSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTT

"GET DOWN"in Arnold voice

Turning, you see that Boom and Krak are wearing leather masks that have a snout ending in a metal canister. The masks are secured to their heads with leather straps and their eyes look widly from behind lenses fitted into the leather mask.

Boom tosses a smoking tube up through the ladder opening

1d100 ⇒ 93 vs BS.....not so much.

The canister hits the floor/ceiling and lands amoung the group pouring noxious fumes that instantly make your eyes water and your throat burn.

Sputtering Boom comes out of the water and wildly looks about just as the creatures makes its exit.

"Huh!" I ze rocket vent tdroo!" Ze penetration brass tip VORKED!! I thought it vud blow prematurely!"

A soaked Boom seems overjoyed

"ACKKK, iz no use! Too many bodies unt too small a place!"

"Maybe ze rifle!"

Turning around to head back to the dingy, Boom stops and his eyes widen.

"KRAK YOU FOOL!!!"

"EVERYONE DOWN!!!!!!

And with that Boom dives into the water

Agil check: 1d100 ⇒ 29 Fail

"AACCKK!!!" OOO...YOU - DIRTY - SCHVEIN!!!! A repelled Boom tries to wipe his face with his sleeve in disgust

Boom pulls another pistol and attempts to fire into the chaos

3d100 ⇒ (30, 82, 83) = 195 (-2 blinded and firing into meelee) 1success

Octo defense: 4d100 ⇒ (21, 85, 57, 36) = 199 2 successes

The shot echoes in the tunnel but does not find its mark as a ricochet whines off the stone walls.

"VELL, IZ going to take rawe muscle to defeat dis ting!"

Boom pulls a Hammer from the dingy. But at the business end of the hammer is a satchel bound to it by cord.

Boom wades into the battle still wiping his eyes.

Engineer check for his invention: 1d100 ⇒ 32 vs 35 int success!

Boom attack: 3d100 ⇒ (55, 6, 1) = 62 -1 for the goo 2 successes
Boom defense: 4d100 ⇒ (10, 4, 82, 13) = 109 +1 lther 1 for the goo 3 successes

Octo attack: 4d100 ⇒ (31, 36, 17, 56) = 140 3 successes
Octo defense: 5d100 ⇒ (78, 72, 63, 28, 28) = 269 2 succcesses

Boom suddenly gets more than he bargained for as he is suddenly dodging tentacles and all manner of men in chaos as bodies bump into him or try to get in front of him in their desperation to get at the creature.

"GET OUT OF MY VAY!!!" "I HAVE ZUMTINK ZAT VILL VORK!!"

His shouts go unheeded.

"You VILL BLOW US ALL TO PIECES UNT VERE VUD DONKEY BE DEN!!!???"

"NO!! SCHEiSCHKOFF!!! ZE TUNNEL IS TO NARRROE!!"

"AKKKKKK, I KNEW IT!!!!!!!!!!!"

BLAM The pistol echoes loudly in the enclosed tunnel

5d100 ⇒ (64, 6, 35, 13, 82) = 200 3 successes

Octupus defense: 5d100 ⇒ (60, 45, 23, 85, 8) = 221 3 successes

The bullet from Boom's pistol impacts soldily and buries itself in the creature's hide, but the flailing monstrosity seems to not even notice!

".......mumblemumblemumble......zzzzzzzzz" Says Boom from his facedown position on the table...a hand still grapsing an empty tankard

Krak had congratulated Boom for his remarkable shot and they had started speaking Dwarven most of the way down the tunnel. Njord could gather that they were speaking something about congrdulating eachother on the modification to the rifle as well as possibly selling them on a larger scale in the future.

The techinical revery was broken by the challenge. Still ahead of the group, they were the 1st ones to stop. They may have done so far before seeing the obvious danger of the murderholes, but were too wrapped up in their discussion to notice.

"Nowe vait... no reason to be trigger happy. Ve are Grey Volves unt here vith a message from von of your viders!"

Everyone's ears ring and there is a KAPOW!! that echoes thunderously from the tunnel as Boom fires his rifle

Boom attack:
3d100 ⇒ (44, 12, 26) = 82 4d -1 for firing into meelee 3 SUCCESSES!!

Champion Defense:
3d100 ⇒ (8, 30, 83) = 121 2 successes

Save: -5 35%
1d100 ⇒ 34 PASS!

The shjot rips clean through the Undead champions shoulder and does nothing more that move it as if punched.

Since Boom is WAAAAYYY in the front...

Boom hears the commotion and stops to turn around but is pushed backwards on his heels as there is a sudden rush of bodies pressing the advance into the tunnel.

1d100 ⇒ 59 Agil test failure. He loses his footing and begins to get trampled 1d100 ⇒ 36 Toughness check success.

Even as Boom gets knocked back and onto the ground he instinctively braces himself and tightens his body into a resilient mass of dwarven muscle.

Waiving smoke away from his soot caked face.. "Vell know, Ve should be on our vay. I zink veve made a big enough hole."

With that, Boom cocks the hammer to his rifle and steps into the still smoking hole and disapears into the darkness.

"By Grimley's hairy butt!!! Ve hawe our own girl on girl vrestling for our entertainment!!! HAWHAWHAWHAWHAW*SNORT*HAWHAWHAWHAW!!!"

"VAT?! Do I look like, yer nurse-maid?"

"You! Red hair, commen ze here unt grab dat keg. Gonna sho u sumtink fun!" Pointing at Caspar and then the keg on the donkey, Boom doesnt wait for a response and walks over to the now open passage.

"VAT?! Do I look like, yer nurse-maid?"

"You! Red hair, commen ze here unt grab dat keg. Gonna sho u sumtink fun!" Pointing at Caspar and then the keg on the donkey, Boom doesnt wait for a response and walks over to the now open passage.

3d100 ⇒ (68, 94, 69) = 231 No successes.

"Ah vell, zere is too much noise frum ze battle anyvays."

finishing reloading, Boom puts the rifle over his shoulder and casually strolls down the hill kicking up dead leaves and rocks while his whistles.

"He he he....zat iz der goot girl!" Boom speaks to his rifle as he reloads. Still smiling he looks about the wilderness around them and suddenly gets an idea which drops his smile. Turning back to the team...

"eeerrrr, Ve may hawft tu hurray. I zink you ver all a bit too loud."

"Acckk.." is all Boom exclaims and then brings his blunderbuss with the scope haphazardly attached up to his cheek and pulls the trigger.

BLAM!!! an explosion echoes off the rocks, trees and hills that surround you.

5d100 ⇒ (15, 70, 16, 48, 51) = 200 +1 for the telescope on the rifle. 3 successes

4d100 ⇒ (3, 99, 6, 92) = 200 2 successes.

using Gabes rules The Kurgen Shaman's head explodes in a shower of blood and bit of human tissue...spraying the other Kurgens like a fountain.

"SHWEEEEEWWWWHHH...." Boom lets out a long whistle of disbelief

"Vell now, I feel much better Danks to Ze lady!"

Boom stands up and adjusts his clothing and begins to done equipment

"Ve ver lucky to surwiwe der encounter...vell, most of us anyvay." Boom says as he casts a saddened look over at Mud's shoes and sling

"Zeems dat ze magick does NICH NIEN for ze eyez. I'm right behind you Herr Albrecht! HEHHEHEH *SNORT* COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!"

Like most everyone else, Boom is in bandages most of which are about his torso. There is still caked blood in his hair and black soot on his face from discharging his firearms.

4d100 ⇒ (95, 40, 96, 57) = 288 1 success Now reloaded and from a prone position, The blunderbuss craks loudly again and wings the Kurgen attacking Albrecht

4d100 ⇒ (75, 33, 1, 20) = 129 3 successes The Kurgen does not even notice the superficial wound and keeps its attack on the wizard.

Boom scurries to grab the blunderbuss and frantically attempts to reload. He leaves a bloody trail as he crawls across the snow and ice...

4d100 ⇒ (55, 2, 45, 28) = 130 Boom stabs wit his dagger. 2 successes 4d100 ⇒ (100, 25, 4, 84) = 213, but it does nothing but scratch the Kurgen

5d100 ⇒ (32, 35, 37, 46, 44) = 194 3 successes. Giving him another wound bringing that up to 4. Boom has 1 wnd left.

pulling a dagger from his belt, Boom frantically swings in a wide arc...
4d100 ⇒ (44, 41, 79, 60) = 224 1 success.

4d100 ⇒ (75, 15, 68, 56) = 214 1 success, the Kurgen jumps back out of the way of the wild blade.

"Eeeerrrrrrahhhhhhhh"Boom pulls a small pistol from under his tunic and at point blank range fires into the Kurgen.
5d100 ⇒ (26, 55, 96, 1, 5) = 183 +1 for point blank. 3 successes.

4d100 ⇒ (38, 54, 81, 87) = 2601 success. The Kurgen is thrown back momentarily, but stands looking dumbfounded at the smoking charred flesh on his chest.

4d100 ⇒ (60, 38, 28, 34) = 160 vs.BS (3successes) Boom does not hesitate. There is a horredous CRACK that echoes in hills as Boom fires his blunderbuss.

4d100 ⇒ (96, 60, 39, 79) = 274 1 success! The Kurgen takes 3 wounds as it is hit in mid air and is stopped cold and thrown back as if swatted by an invisible fist....a trail of blood following it as is lands and rolls on the ground.

The 2nd Kurgan scout lands on boom and bats at him with its claws like a wild animal 6d100 ⇒ (38, 17, 71, 6, 24, 9) = 165 5 successes!!!

5d100 ⇒ (99, 23, 42, 61, 9) = 234 (4 toughness and leather apron)2 successes. 3 wounds on Boom as the mutated Kurgan rips Booms flesh as easily as a hot knife through butter.

1d100 ⇒ 23 Boom is equally as lucky...the hafling's shouts of terror had made Boom stand up in the wagon's seat again and see that the rider and horse....WHERE ...COMING...RIGHT...AT..THEM!!!!

As he leaps from the wagon to the side of the road...

"GRIMLEY'S BALLS KRAK!!! I TOLD YOU TO MOVE ZE CAAAAARRRRTTT!!!"

Boom stands upon the seat of the wagon and tries to get a better view
1d100 ⇒ 75 : failed perception check

"Krak....vere in the middle of the ze road..."

seeing Krak has already jumped off the wagon, Boom rolls his eyes and sits back down in the seat but keeps the blunderbuss ready

"MM. Good."A weary Boom nods his head and then disappears behind the Wagon's flaps.

Albrecht and Njord: As a weary Boom passes you...
"You know der iz unz secret entrance in ze back of ze keep, Ja? Even unz elf Kun find it"
Boom snickers as he continues his pace and climbs in the back of the wagon.

Boom pulls out a blunderbus from the back of the wagon and cocks back the trigger

"Excuse us if ve zeem jumpy, but all you northerners look alike. What kind of ze god do you vurship?"

"VELL!!! Zat vas interesting!"
"No pay it iz zen...."
Boom says throwing up his hands and looking about with skeptical unbelief

"Errrrrrr, zo, it zeems we may be getting paid afterall!" "Look Krak, ve must have been mit unz illusion"
Hoping out of the wagon Boom looks around
"JA! Dis iz MUCH better!"

Boom peers from the back of the wagon...his face a look of surprise and sadness.

"Does dis mean ve are not getting paid?" he says to no one in particular

Much of the equipment in the wagon that was tossed out needed repairs and soon if they were to be used in the coming battles. As a bruised and battered Krak drives the wagon, his head wrapped in bandages, Boom is busy hammer this or pincing that. They have erected a roof over the back of the wagon as well to keep out the weather in case it threatens to dampen supplies before they are ready.

1d100 ⇒ 13 : Blacksmith success

"To Vulfenburg den"

1d100 ⇒ 75 T failure. Take a wound.
Boom attempts to gather up Boom and the supplies and the wagon etc etc.

1d100 ⇒ 88 Str: miss. gotta love these electronic dice!

Krak knocks Boom off of the wagon

1d100 ⇒ 78 AGIL: failure
I'm rolling agility to buy time for everyone and also to attempt to bring alive the desperate fumbling for the weapon in a packed wagon while facing immense danger. Perhaps every turn I can receive a bonus?
1d100 ⇒ 60 WP: failure

"BY GRIMLEY'S HANGING BALLS, VHERE IZ ZE AMMO!!!!"

"KRAK!!!!" VHAT THE SEWEN ORC HELLS?!!!...."
"THE BAZOOKA, GET ZE BAZOOKA!!" He yells to himself
1d100 ⇒ 56 fail.
Boom scrambles desperately for the Bazooka and ammo

"VELL! Salwation sure aint cummin frum ze, for ze cold sure has done avay vit your manly parts, but den again humans vere newer werly blessed in dat department anyho!"

Krak spits out a mouthful of ale and cookies and both Krak and Boom almost fall off the wagon laughing

btw, I'll keep the 1st number of my cooruption roles, but rounding up to 10 for Boom since he rolled so high. Only fitting..

Boom looks about the camp. He shakes his head thinking that they had all better find somewhere safe soon, or they are up a Troll's pathway without an axe. The wizard certainly looks promising though and Boom contimplates that it might be a good idea to stay REAL close to him. "Ja, that vould probably be the safest ting to do in ze times like these..." he thinks.

Boom shrugs. Vell, in the meantime, there is not much else to do but let Krak get ze vagon in order unz vait till ze humans get demselves ready for ze trip to ze temple of Sheleelee or Shelilak or vhatever....

He looks at the fur satchel he had managed to quickly pick up from a fallen Kurgen and looks through it.
"Hmmm.....a sveetloaf of ze bread mit Green sprinkles..."...nothing else though. Sniffing it..."eh, not bad at all. Sumtimes dez human cun bake right enough." "curious....ze sprinkles zeems to have a slight glow. Eh, no matter vill taste right enough I vager."
Krak, cummin ze here!! Break zee sveet smelling bread vit me"

Boom had been as transfixed as everyone else and had nearly dropped his "flame spitter", but hearing Krak's voice had broken his revery.
Shaking his head, he cocks an eyebrow and with a crooked questioning smirk...looks about noticing all the wounded and battered remainder of Gray Wolves
1d100 ⇒ 40 Using Gossip (or haggle) for a +10? (INT 35)
He thinks to himself, "Vell know, cant be havin no so an so human tinking too much of dimselves..."
"Listen here Mister big shot who-hah "loookit me wit burning eyes unz big man voice datz soo scary unz firey unz fullof de who-hah vurds"
Looks like u should take a look see. VE have Vunded. Unz I believe ze human God Sheellilak or Shelleelee can fix it dem, ja?"

1d100 ⇒ 28 WP success
1d100 ⇒ 80
Loading his crossbow yet again, Boom looks about calmly and realizes that he guided Krak into the woods behind the group blindly. He had no idea where he was and in the midst of shooting from the back at the wagon at following Kurgen , he had completely forgotten to memorize landmarks.
The group was now too deep in the woodland to go back and assess their location.
"PIG DUNG!!" He silently swears to himself.
RIGHT!, Vell Den...NO VERRIES comrades. I know precisely vhere ve are! Der human fort Obfuscar iz just southvest frum us. As soon as I clear a path, ve vill be able to continue
Finishing his speech, Boom reaches among the wagons euipment and pulls out a medium sized bellows with a Clay jar at one end and a short thin pole at the other with what looks like the flint mechanism of a musket. Various tubes run from the jar to the front of the bellows. Jumping down from the wagon, Boom presses a lever and sparks the flint causing a piece of cloth to ignite with a small flame.
Boom begins to walk in the direction he was pointing.

Looking to the direction Krak was pointing, Boom grunts and nods an approval to Krak. He loads the crossbow and jumps in the back of the wagon, sitting up ready to send bolts out to any nearby Kurgen.

At that same instant, Booom sends another crossbow bolt hurtling towards the Dog handler's head
3d100 ⇒ (67, 33, 86) = 186 1 success