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Lets get this party started!
No! Abdolutely not! I will ride this train to the very end. I have just been having a really tough time with PBP games lately. Everyone I join just dies out. The holidays are the worst. Everyone goes on hiatus and then never ramp back up!!
...pbp...Why do I even try.
Hefting the powder keg up on his shoulder, Boss moves silently with the others towards the gap...
"Sounds like a plan. Let's get a move on." Boss wipes the gore from the curved blade with an oily rag he produced from his breast pocket and fixes the blade on his back....
I'm thinking we need to just head down this pass where the tracks lead or get pissbucket to take us further in.
...recognizes Thels attempts to track and joins in the effort...
"You just hold on to that heater there Thel. Never know when you'll be in a tight spot and be havin' a need to sling some fast lead. I'll just stick with my jewel here. It's been mighty reliable to me over the years. We gots an understandin' ya see, I keep it nice and oiled and it don' jam up on me like some of those other hunks o' junk I have seen."
...walks over to the powder keg, rest his hands on the top of it and smiles at the rest of the group. Well I have a few ideas for how we can use this bad boy! We could make one hell of a entrance, one hell of a distraction or (looking at the canyon ridges high above) one hell of a cave in! Either way it's gonna be hell!
Talured moves to the next guard with purpose. Again the huge curved blade rises and falls...
Feeling the tension building, Talured's intuition takes over and he rises to attack as Thel nocks his first arrow...
Talured takes his cue from Thel and reaches over his shoulder and pulls free the curved elven blade, nodding at Thel...
Not being the Kim to sneak up on people Boss slowly crawls up to the edge of the ridgeline and peaks over...
"We should probably either press on to the Canyon. Definitely can't stay here those buzzards will be back for sure now." Gazing at the splattered skull & brain matter, Talured became suddenly silent and reached up to rub his skull.
Mumbling to himself under his breath as he checks and rechecks his gear. Talured slowly moves up to the edge of the ridge and peaks over before proceeeding...
Lights up his cigar and grunts... "Get busy living or get busy dying! I used to say..." "After today I think I like the livin' part a heap more... Ah, what the hell lets do it!"
Talureds eyes got real wide. We should take these scoundrels back to town and get what we can for them and let the town know there is a pile of hurt coming down on them! Then if we want to strike back out fine. We didn't fare too great in that last tussle. Who's ready to take on Slate with the magic orb and fifty men?
The magical healing brought Boss back to fighting shape, but he was still pretty shaken and sore from the ordeal. He couldn't quite recall exactly what had happened, he has shot that lizard in the chest, then that toothless grin came up and turned his world upside down. "I agree we should head back with this lot. I sure could use a drink...and some time to recuperate, just a spell."
Talured comes to very, very slowly. The hammer had caved his head completely in...waking, the first thing he sees is Thel hovering over him with a wand. His head pounding a blood soaking the top half of his torso, hi eyes opened wide. Looking wide eyes at Thel, he mouthed the words... "I owe you my life brother." Visibly shaken, he struggles to stand, almost falling over, but supported by Thel. Slowly he walks over the the dwarfs body and picks up the hammer. Gazing down at it the weapon with awe, he looked around at the rest of the group, and spoke... "Mind if I hold on to dis hear hammer?"
[ooc]I am actually interested in the duel aspect of the game. I can see how it works. I like the whole idea of the showdown aspect of it. I guess I just expected it to be more of a single conflict resolution thing for small interaction encounters, not so much a ..."this is how combat works" type of thing. In this instance would we have had like a group duel or a representative fight for the group?
"Whoa! This little doggy's got some bite fer a toothless feller! Let see if iz ken wipe dat smile of yer face there little guy!"
You tell me... "...You never see it coming!" Boss skins his iron with a blur of movement and shoots the scaly stinker center mass...
Talured slowly reaches up to his face and pulls down his bandana. Reaching into his breast pocket he pulls out a fresh cigar and places in the corner of his mouth. Reaching down to his bandoleer he pulls free a wooden match, strikes it on lapel and lights his cigar. "Awful dangerous in this Desert! So many ways to find death...if one were inclined. Least of those should be from a bunch a ragged hustlers like your lot....You know what the worst part of dying in the desert is?"
Talured simply stands motionless. Eyes narrowed at the scaly, smelly feller on the horse. Eyes flickering from the Flintlock to the mans reptilian eyes.
"Everyone try to find some cover, damn it! Use your horses if necessary, you can always get another horse! There's no way they are stupid enough to bring the whole posse, more than likely they got a sharpshooter drawin' a bead on you right now Em', sittin' pretty up on that wagon! Talured slid off his saddle on the opposite side of the approaching group for temporary cover. In an effort to get their attention, Talured will edge out front and to the side forcing them to split their attention left & right.
Staring into the wind, eyes like slits, Talured sighed...For many the Salt Desert was a forbidding place, rife with danger. For Talured however, he was returning home. Having spent his adolescents surviving in the barren environment, it did not have the same effect on him as it did most others. His people had tamed it long ago. Taking the wet stump of the cigar from his mouth, Talured reached in his breast pocket and removed a folded square of cloth and a smooth stone. He tossed the stone in his mouth and tied the cloth over the lower half of his face, covering his nose and mouth, providing only a thin area for his eyes, tying the cloth behind his head. "I'll take the lead!"
"Sssshhhhhrrrrriiiiittttttt!!!!" With a quick scraping noise and the quick pungent odor of phosphorous, Talured lights his cigar as he leans against one of the hitchin' post outside the saloon. Taking a long drag that emits a corona of orange light, revealing the upper half of his torso, he blows twin gouts of smoke from his nostrils... "Could be we shadow one o' dem merchent caravans, and when they hit it, track em back to their hideout. Could give us the opportunity to see where them dogs is kenneled. From there we could lay an ambush, set a trap or hit em' when they are weakest?" Just a suggestion..."
Either way works get me boss! My trigger finger is gettin' itchy!
I submit for approval...One Elven Gunslinger! Everything is brushed up, except for the background story. I am currently working on it though so it shouldn't be long before it is up. A Fistful of Koban: Was wondering what Slate's age was? Has to do with my background story... |