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Doc smiles at ZakZak, but seems less amused by the late arrival of the Shieldmarshals -- a sad confirmation of her expectations for the help they would bring. She quickly corroborates Zindarel's report, then heads back to the Powder Horn. Hopefully there is still a card game going on.
Alright, hopefully that's the last of them Doc reloads and shoots again.
As the last visible zombie dies, she carefully looks around for more sign of the undead.
As the undead herd gets significantly culled by the first volley from the gunslingers, Doc breathes a little easier.
She then reloads, shoots at the closest zombie, then backtrack along the main street.
Well, at least no dancers this time. I hope Doc moves within range of the zombies while drawing her guns (◇ Into the Fray). She then unloads on the closest shambler.
Smiling as the first bullet connects, Doc quickly reloads and aims at the next shambler.
Doc will close the door then start bandaging Booker.
Ah, that's better. Sorry Book', I lost my cool a little, earlier, but this should help. She then turns toward ZakZak for a quicker operation.
Shaking her head, Doc gives ZakZak's heavily bitten body an annoyed look.
Ok, then maybe the safer medicine checks and we give the potions to our two most injured friends?
In 10min, Doc can Treat Wounds, and use Battle Medicine using her one per day ability to treat someone immune to that action. This would presumably be Booker and ZakZak. I could use Risky Surgery on one of you, and succeed on a 4... but that could kill you on a 1, and injure you on 2-3, so that's only if you want to gamble:-)
Doc picks up her dropped gun and reloads both weapons. She stays close to the entrance, keeping an eye for incoming undead. I hope there aren't too many more of those dead dancers, at least.
As the herexen explodes in front of her, Doc takes cover behind a table and dodges most of the unholy blast.
Doc rushes to ZakZak and attempts to stem the bleeding from all those dagger cuts.
She then turns back to the dancer and shoots.
As Booker is hit by the blast of negative energy and teeters on death's door, Doc rushes towards him.
(◆ Stride, ◆ Reload Problem, ◆ Battle Medicine)
Hands shaking at the sight of Booker's injuries, Doc is however unable to provide meaningful assistance...
Doc ◇Drops Solution and ◆Reloads Problem, before shooting at the zombie chewing up Zakzak.
On regular hit:
She then turns to Zindarel and, with her freed hand, attempts to quickly stem the bleeding from too many zombie wounds (◆Battle Medicine)
As Zindarel moves away from the melee, Doc unleashes a spray of bullet towards the closest dancing undead.
She then reflexively stabs in the direction of the incoming shambler while reloading.
With a self-satisfied smile, she then move towards Zindarel. Need a doctor?
As ZakZak goes berserk on undead flesh, Doc turns to the half-chewed zombie and unloads a spray of bullets from Solution.
Swearing as the zombie next to her messes her aim, she stabs it with her bayonet, somehow reloading Solution as she does so.
Come on, Doc, these things are barely moving! she screams in irritation, as she quickly gets away from her foe. (◆Strike, ◆Reloading Strike, ◆Stride)
Ignoring for a moment the more reactive of the zombies, Doc strides towards the rest of the pack (◇Into the Fray), unloading Problem towards the laggards (◆Strike)
She then quickly reloads and shoots again (◆Reload, ◆Strike)
Alright, Doc, you can do it.
Doc quickly gets out of the way as ZakZak just blasts through the lock that she was unsuccessfully toying with. She blinks and pops her ears as the blast temporarily dulls her senses.
Something like that Doc says with a wink at her goblin companion.
Good idea. That could work, Book'. Could be risky for Rickard too, but why should we take all the risk, eh?
As she gets into the room, Doc moves out of the way of the others ars they walk, jump, or climb their own way in. She gives the room a quick scan, before moving to the northern wall and peeking through the windows.
Feeling that this is really not the moment to mess this up, Doc wipes the sweat of her eyes and makes abstraction of the fetid smell of the undead, focusing on the task at hand.
As Doc gets to the window, she breathes a sigh of relief and tries to push open the window, only to find it locked.
Doc looks as Zindarel gracefully jumps across the gap, then sighs.
Following Zindarel, Doc rushes across the rope as quickly as she can.
Doc picks up bullets for both Problem and Solution.
If I had seen you go first, Book, I might have tried that a well. It looks... less insane that the tight rope, now that I think about it.
As she steps onto the rope, Doc wobbles unsteadily, but doggedly tries to proceed.
Just to be sure before rerolling: Balance normally leads to not moving on a fail and to falling on a crit fail. Does this apply here?
Doc carefully steps on the rope, following ZakZak.
I like the idea of the gunsmith myself, especially if we can move to the house without getting on the street Doc says as she starts to work on patching Zindarel's wounds.
Zindarel/Iceman : would you prefer 10 min for Treat Wounds or just Battle Medicine?
ZakZak makes a good point... Those of us who do not rely on silverware may run out of bullets before too long. You wouldn't happen to have some ammo lying around, Martelle?
Well, yeah... it's a crap deal, but it's better than nothing. It's a bet on our lifespan, isn't it? After all, we do drink here quite a lot... Also... I'm not sure that the Shieldwardens will be that excited to come help us. Knowing the Law here, they might just quarantine the area and leave us to our fate. We might be better off trying to take care of things ourselves, as best as we can.
Anytime, Zakzak!
Doc takes a small but very sharp knife out of her backpack, and looks at ZakZak's wounds with deep concentration.
((Risky Surgery, Treat Wounds))
Damn. Not sure we got enough bullets for all of those shamblers. Are they really coming out of the Theater House?
Shen then moves into flanking position and attempts to skewer the zombie with her bayonet, reloading Problem in the same motion.
Doc wipes her brow and swears in frustration.
Doc feels a mixture of relief and disgust as zombie heads explode left and right. Her guns empty, she reloads Solution, unloads it at the zombie threatening Booker, and then refills its chamber once more.
Doc's stomach churns at the sight and smell of the zombies, yet she immediately draws Problem and Solution from their holsters while lining up her shots.
(◇Into the Fray, move 15ft left of ZS4; ◆Strike ZS4; ◆Strike ZS4 or ZS5; ◆Stride 20ft back)
Ah, right you're Book'. That's probably just advertising. Anyone can claim to be a Shelyn-inspired writer, but that doesn't make them so. All it takes is some rich sponsor who fancy themselves a patron of the arts and goes around slipping a few coins in the right pockets to drum up enthusiasm for a dud. Brings in the crowds though, so I'm not complaining. I'm always more interested in the after-party than the play.
Doc smiles as Booker joins the table, and points at the offered mug.
Sitting at a table in the middle of the madhouse that is the Powder Horn, Doc Featherton appears in her element. In front of her, a modest stack of coins slowly grows and dwindles as the cards dictate. On one side of it stands a barely touched beer; on the other, a small notebook with a list of names and addresses.
Sounds good; will introduce Doc later today! |
