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I enjoyed the gunslinger but did get a bit repetitive, but that might be because we're all gunslingers. I could see how each would fit into certain parties especially well. THANK YOU GM!!!
"Don't mention it. All in a days work" Booker says to the Sergeant, weighing the pouch of gold in one hand. He turns back to his companions.
"Can't get too lucky." Booker says in between gulps of another potion.
"I'm not quite ready for more fighting. Let them try and knock down the door but I need to get patched up." the large Vudrani man says as he plops down at a table, kicking a zombie corpse out of the way of his chair. He begins to tend his own wounds.
Booker swings the butt of his gun at the herexen.
He follows that up with a swift kick to one of zombies knees before kicking it away from him an Doc.
Booker downs a potion.
He wipes his mouth with his sleeve and slams forward into the herexen attacking Doc.
Booker fires at the plague zombie harassing his new goblin friend before snatching a potion from his belt.
Why not shoot out the windows?
"Doc! Whatya doing?!? I'm hurting here so let keep 'em outside." Booker shouts as he retreats to a corner before firing a shot and reloading.
Booker continues he melee gun-kata, snapping off a shot at the green clad performer before tripping the zombie in front of him and shoving it with the heel of his boot.
Booker slides toward his allies in an attempt to continue to be a buffer against the oncoming zombies. He fires at the green clad performer zombie before bull rushing the lesser zombie back into the group.
Booker adds another boom to the cacophony as he fires at the stage zombie in red.
After firing, he plants his feet, shuffle to the right and shoves the zombie attacking Zakzak backward.
Booker pulls the trigger on his scattergun right in the gut of the zombie in front of him, firing dangerously close to himself and Zakzak.
He continues to shove forward zombies away from his crew.
Booker grunts a sound of annoyance as he turns to find the theatre still a threat. He rushes forward to the first zombie in a green shirt before using it's shoulder to level his scattergun at the zombie in the orange vest, he pulls the trigger...
Using the momentum of the recoil, he pushes into the green shirted zombie with the stock.
Booker booms out in concert with his scattergun.
He busies about reloading before firing a follow up shot at the zombie in a pink dress.
Seeing a cinnamon bun on the counter downstairs, Booker swipes it, wraps it in a napkin, and shoves it into a pocket for later. He makes no comment on the new gun they found but takes a mental note of the gold Doc stuffs her in pocket. Taking a healing potion, he tucks it into his belt in anticipation of taking a beating on the front line. Seeing the lithe elf setup as overwatch, Booker follows shortly after the small goblin.
After Booker scrambles through the window into the cafe. He searches around for a bite to eat and finds a bagel uneaten on a desk. Silently chewing on it, he glances out over the street between the cafe and theatre.
"T'ain't too far from here." Booker comments between bites. "Should be an easy run. I'll go first." His boots thump down the stairs.
"Thanks." Booker says as his massive paw of a hand grabs some shells for his scattergun. He methodically begins slotting shells into bandoliers about his person.
Booker eyeballs the ladder as he considers his mass. Turning to the elven gunslinger next to him.
For when it's Booker's turn:
Booker grunts a sound of agreement before looking around at the crowd.
He takes a peak out the window at the long way down. For good measure he plucks the clothesline, which gives a nice pitched twang.
Booker wipes the blood from his gun stock and looks to the group. He sees the small goblin's excitement and takes stock of the battlefield himself. "one, two, three, four, five, six" He mutters under his breathe as the thumb-hammer of his finger gun falls with each zombie. After his counting, he turns to the group and nods to each before sitting down at a table and lifting a muscled arm to expose the wound in his side to Doc. "Hit me, Doc." His distant stare focuses on Doc. "Please."
Booker turns to face the final undead meat sack.
After it lands prone, he smashes the stock of his gun, trying to pin it in place for another to finish it.
Booker takes a step toward Doc and slams the stock of his scattergun towards it skull.
It connects with a sickening crunch. He then body checks the zombie to his right, using his bulk to topple it over.
Also, awesome macro spreadsheet! Can’t wait to get to a proper device instead of mobile to check it out and setup.
Looking closer at scatter trait on my gun. I believe I would take the 1 splash damage too since it’s a 10ft radius from the target… Will scour my sheet to see if anything prevents that.
Having only been a looming hulk of silent, blackpowder equipped, muscle, the sudden roar of a battle cry from Booker booms across the tavern as he rushes forward to create an optimal angle.
Having tensed his muscles against the recoil, Booker snaps the muzzle forward at the zombie.
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