"Here's hopin' the thing isn't too nimble with its attacks."
Moves to E10 and fires at clockwork #3
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"Let's see if we can put this unfortunate thing out of our mis'ry." Aiming at clockwork #2
"Ach, my mother would be so disappointed in that shot. I need to steady myself."
"Hopefully, I can salvage parts after we destroy these. I regret having to do this, but..."
"That is bloody intriguing!"
"Well, this looks glorious. I wonder if the owner wouldn't mind if I scavenged a bit." (+2 more if there's unusual stonework)
"Dreadfully sorry, lads and lassies," Smitty says with an obvious shortness of breath. "It took me blasted forever to get good directions to you."
"I'm afraid I do not have any pets that would withstand the rigors of travel, Trina, and Bessie stays by side always. I hope this train doesn't have any regulations about firearms onboard."
"I welcome a trip on the train. Perhaps I can give them some pointers on their engineering. Or, I may even learn something meself."
Most certainly I would have taken a carriage. I've had enough walking around as is, and my feet hurt.
"I am likewise glad for their recovery. And I take some comfort knowing that Bessie can hurt the beasties should we have to face them again."
"Bloody damn thing!" Smitty flexes and tries to break free of the tentacle's hold.
Smitty takes aim at Thing 2. "I hope these things ain't immune to lead." He fires.
"Nice work, Bessie."
Smitty moves up to N8 while threateningly brandishing Bessie.
"Ach, these crazy creatures make my head hurt. Or...I got hit on the head, and I don' remember it!" Smitty looks at the things before shrugging. "I guess Bessie will do the talking for me."
"I've never seen the dead come alive from electricity before. It didn't seem to do it any favor against fire, though." Krosh covers his nose to ward off the stench as he looks about the room.
"C'mon, Bessie! Let's make her count."
Smitty looks agog at the misty creature.
"Ach! What is that gooey beastie?!" Smitty exclaims as he levels Bessie at the creature in the hope that his gun will be effective against it.
"Wrong damn tree, Bessie!"
"Ach! I must not be hitting the center of the damned tree!"
Smitty levels Bessie at Creature #1. "Eat lead, unholy beast!" he shouts as he fires.
"Sounds good to me, lad! I don't want to be caught out with any more of these creatures, if I can help it." Krosh trundles behind Jerry and his mount.
"Thanks, Jerry. I've not had a chance to use Bessy in a live-fire excercise before, but she did quite well," Smitty beams with a small amount of pride. "Ach, I don't mind going underground, but you imagine we'll be seeing more of these creepy, crawly things? We acquitted ourselves well against these critters, and I know we can't leave the area to the 'mercies' of more of them..." Krosh trails off and shakes his head.
"Erm, can anyone explain what in the blazes we just fought?!" Krosh allows the shock of the weirdest creatures he's ever seen, or heard of for that matter, to hit him now that the adrenaline has worn off.
"It's a shame I didn't load Bessy with rock salt," Smitty says as he takes careful aim at the creature next to Jerry.
"It's a shame I didn't load Bessy with rock salt," Smitty says as he takes careful aim at the creature next to Jerry.
Smitty follows Sylvia and Rhodes upstairs, since Jerry seems to have Mr. Smythe well in hand. "I agree with you, Sylvia. This is not a fit place for the girl or her mother."
Smitty's unease at the obviously wrong landscape compels him to draw his pistol. He watches to make sure nothing jumps out at Jerry as he approaches the door.
"So you did say the mule, lass." Smitty blushes as he backs away from the pony. "Mules are much more noble than their more popular counterparts, in my not-so-considered opinion. I must admit, though, they are certainly less...interesting than a domesticated great cat."
"Thank you, kindly, lass." Smitty prepares to place his bags on the pony when he sees the pony bite Sylvia. "Erm, the pony doesn't seem too friendly to anyone, though."
'If it's all the same to the lot of you, I'd prefer to walk. Horses and I don't get along too well. I do agree with Jerry, though. The weather is quite lovely." Smitty inspects his warhammer musket and his pistol one last time to ensure they are in good working order.
"I'm in. At least it's not a jabberwock hunt. I've been on one too many of those bedeviled things." Smitty looks at Lord Wallingham after a draw from his glass. "I take it the best course of action is to follow the trail of your errant constable?"
Smitty finds a comfortable chair to sit in.
Smitty realizes that he cannot stay out of notice at a party, but he startles when Jeremiah introduces himself. "Er...good day, Jeremiah Roberts, Knight of the Shield. My name is Smitty. It's a pleasure to meet you." He then returns to the delicious roast squab on his plate. Now which blasted fork am I supposed to use?, he ponders as he studies the array of silverware before him.
Smitty looks around at the bedchamber and is mildly impressed by the craftsmanship. "Probably elven," he muses. He then realizes that the butler sent him here to change into something more formal for dinner...and he has nothing of the sort, since he left in such a hurry to get here. "Ah well, I'll just wash up and hope that my hosts forgive my appearance." After a few minutes of hasty tidying up and trying to remove random smudges from his leathers, he makes his way to the dining hall, where he notices everyone has been seated and is enjoying their meal. Hopeful that no one will notice his entrance, he makes his way to an empty chair far from the head of the table.
A dwarf clad in soot-stained workman's leathers emerges from a carriage that pulled in at Wallingham estate. The driver and the horses all give the dwarf a derisive look before departing. Seeing the impatient butler at the door, Krosh hustles over and presents his invitation. "Terribly sorry, my good man. I had a spot of bother at the shop that I needed to take care of, but I saved some time by leaving straightaway from there." He offers a polite smile.
I'm ready to go, lad! As soon as my creator deigns to give me a background that is, dash it all. |