Lieutenant Keith Johnson's page

"Sir, you look worse than Uncle Louie did last Hunting Season! Let me look at that right fast."

Heal roll to medicate the Good Captain: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Will saves 1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Will saves 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Will saves 3: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

I'm honestly confused, what's happening?

5d100: 5d100 ⇒ (75, 6, 83, 20, 48) = 232

"Liam? Is that you? Well fry me like a catfish, it is you! What happened to you after the jump? Oh, this is a buddy named Oshey. Oshey, Liam. Liam, Oshey."

"Well, that looks like a dog bite! Let me do something about it."

Heal: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

"That scratch is nasty, buddy. Let me look at it."
Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

"Do you need me to look at anything? Ya see, I'm a medic." Keith says to Oshey.

Is there any emblems on his jacket showing what platoon he works with, or anything of importance that stands out from a normal soldier's outfit?

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Keith grabs a pistol from one of the dead Germans and hurries on after the Jersey man.
"Hey! You ain't gonna leave a soldier alone, are ya? Where ya heading?" Keith asks the Jersey man. "And I don't think I got yer name, but you at least know mine."

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
On the guy now: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Keith attempts to swing over to the tree.

climb check: 1d20 ⇒ 16

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Keith watches in horror as the german shoots Keith's ally. Keith will stop with the swinging in case the german sees him. Keith does, however, pull out his handy-dandy pistol and prepares to fire at the German if he looks up at Keith.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP AAAAAAAAAAAA TREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Keith screams as he hits a tree. His parachute is caught in the branches, making Keith have to figure out a way off the tree.

I could swing over to the tree and cut myself off the parachute. I coulda swarn someone told us what to do, but I'm just not remembering it right now... Keith thinks to himself.

With that, Keith starts to swing to the tree, hoping he doesn't get caught.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Knowledge: Geography: 1d20 ⇒ 13 Max of 10 due to no points being put in the skill.

As Keith watches his allies jump out of the cargo bay before him, the only thing that goes through Keith's mind is I have this odd feeling that this will end worse than a 20-pound catfish...

Who wouldn't want to cut up, fry, and devour a 20-Pound Catfish?

"If it's alright with ya'll, I would like very much to be after Roy. I'd rather not be shot at immediately.." Keith says to the rest of his group. Keith looks at his shoulder pads, clad with the large white circle and red cross that shows he is a medic.

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

"Boy! I got my sleep! Uh... what's what's wrong with the Leprechaun?"

"Now that's dirtier than a double fried catfish! Tell me more." Keith says looking at Roy with his full attention.

"... You gonna do that all night?" Keith asks while he watches Roy do situps. Keith is simply laying down in his bunk, watching some of the others.

"Lieutenant! Please, hold your tongue... The major is very harsh on everyone, not just on you! I was once given court marshel for my mother sewing pleats into my pants!" Keith says to Margit Dastl.

"But believe me, at least we don't have Major Corcoran! He shot a medic for missing a stitch!"

"Nice to meet you, Roy. My name's Keith!" Keith says with his hand outstretched and a big smile.

I assume everyone knows how to do a Southern accent, so I'll do the same as Loup.

"Well that's unfortunate." says the young faced man in a southern drawl.

"I was hoping we could hop on a few of them Gerries!"

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