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Doc, needed a laugh... and that drink and never got served hours before. She chuckled at Zakzak's falling over and assured everyone, "He'll be fine. Tell me, Sergeant, is there any inn that can still serve patrons tonight? We're gonna need it to clean this goo and soot off too..."
Likewise! Thank you all again.
Doc could not hear her own sigh of relief amidst the roaring flames after the last of the zombies fell. At this point, she was running on adrenaline and instinct. Grabbing Problem and Solution off the floor, she followed the rest of the group outside the back door just as rafters were buckling and coming down behind them, finding a spot to find some solace and a moment to check over everyone to ensure no one was bleeding out further.
Yes! Congrats! Take the time ya need. No rush here.
Doc takes a shot with Solution at the last zombie, albeit half-heartedly as the fire and her roughed up friends were quickly becoming higher priority. Dropping her guns she immediately began administering attention on Zakzak, and then tries the same with Zindarel in hopes she too doesn't lose consciousness.
◆Strike
Fantastic! Congrats and blessings to you and your family. Take the time ya need.
As her friends help clear out more of the undead, Doc is briefly pleased to see they're making some headway, but then remembers imminent doom from overwhelming fumes permeating the air... and the sight of ZakZak fainting. Realizing she doesn't have enough space for forward momentum to slide across the bar, she retreats around the front of the bar, reloading Problem and Solution, hopefully for one last time this cursed night, and opens fire with Solution at the beast next to Booker. ◆Stride
Doc breaks free of the grab, (◆Interact) bends down to grab both of her guns, lifting the one loaded weapon in hand, unleashing the fire from her dragon mouth pistol. ◆Strike
Doc, wincing from the sting in her back attempts to break free from the back of her coat being grabbed by twirling around to face her assailant [Purple Oval] directly.
For battle medicine, I assumed you were wearing the tools since you can wear up to 2 bulk of tools for easy access. Wearing Tools Fantastic. I was completely unaware such a rule existed. I just happened to play zero PF2 characters up this point which took advantage of this. #themoreyouknow
Day job DC is 16 at level 2, so 3sp/d. Thanks. Was not aware of either. For Earn Income, I didn't see the -2, but did see the DC's mentioned on table 4-2 and assumed that was all was needed.
My last Interact was equipping the med tools from my bag, and then doing battle medicine or the like on the top of my next turn, but I won't argue with you. :)
Ah, you're right! I saw the icon and assumed it was the single action diamond, but its definitely the unfilled one! Thanks.
Doc hightails it to Booker, scrambling around chairs and tables, gritting her teeth and wanting to add more bullets into the wench's plagued husk, but knows her skills are needed for her friend. She gets to his side, dropping both her guns and pulls out her healer's kit from her bag to begin healing him. "Stay with me, Book. Stay with me." ◆ Stride
It seems obvious to me in a RL situation, but Paizo devs make weird rulings sometimes... does one Release action include dropping two seperate weapons simultaneously?
Day job DC is 16 at level 2, so 3sp/d.
As soon as Zindarel clears out of the way and starts opening fire on the zombies ahead, and then witnessing her friend Booker fall, Doc pulls the rope with all her might setting off the trap. She then quickly reloads the weapon in her other hand and fires again, this time at (purple oval). After firing, she equips her scatter gun for her next volley. ◆ Interact
Good question. Never been asked that. Will get back to you. Kill oval. They seem to be controlling the undead. Good point. I was thinking the mooks because they'd start eating Booker since he's dying/unconscious.
Not too shabby! I will take my turn tomorrow. Definitely setting off that trap and taking aim for the zombies to clear a path to Booker.
Making note of Zindarel's quick work of her rope to make the trap ready to spring on not just the zombies inside but of those heading their way outside, Doc holding her piece of the rope in one hand moves (Stride >) towards closer to their friends by the stage ready to pull it if Zindarel doesn't do it first. . With her other hand, Doc draws her dueling pistol (Interact) and opens fire at [Purple Square].
Was writing up my post tonight when my phone died. Well rewrite in the morning. Thanks!
Nice roll, Zindarel! Probably won't even need my aid :)
Doc will do so likewise and observe the crowd for any peculiarities.
Assessing her new look is satisfactory and helping the others look the part, Doc will check her chambers and prep ammunition to be ready for another shootout should the ruse fail.
Doc quietly mourns how she really missed out on that drink earlier, as it would of helped all this go down better. Not only agreeing with Zakzak, but becoming that which is destroying the town. Sighing, she asks of the other two, "You two got anything better than this kooky idea which may just save us all?"
"Given that door is unlocked, we may not be the first here. Stay alert," says Doc, listening for movement outside of the party. (botched Perception)
As Booker takes the potion, Doc motions to the Piercing Wind. "I've got two already, Book. The other two look like they've got their hands full already. It's yours if you want it. Hopefully I won't need to drop something to keep you all alive. Or if you want to borrow Problem or Solution, I suppose I can lend one of them over. Just this once though," she says, shocking even herself. "Anymore of you want a potion? Just in case this goes sideways?"
Doc reluctantly takes Zakzak's set of thieves' tools he had carrying with them. She begins thumbing through each looking for what she believes to be the best pick for the job and smells something she can only describe as old pickle juice wafting off them. Wh....why... no. Not going to ask. Finding the correct one, she proceeded to pick the safe.
Doc takes a look around the Scothwel home, scrounging around for any tools to aid them.
Doc follows behind, attempting to balance once more.
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