Thresu's page

Hmm, I think I recognize Lord Borak.

Dotty, dot, dot.

GM, do you mind changing this campaign to "inactive", please? Thank you. Hope things are going okay.

Yup, family is the most important thing. Thanks for letting us know.

Thresu nods to Borak then looks up the hill to see if he can pick out a way to the summit that would hide them from view of the settlement.

Notice? w/WD: 1d4 ⇒ 11d6 ⇒ 3

Thresu points at the hill again.

"As much as I appreciate your willingness to sacrifice yourself for the rest of us, Borak, I think we'd be better served by gaining a better vantage on the situation by spying on the village from that hill. We don't know what we're going up against, and only a fool walks into a situation without knowing the challenges that lie ahead."

He clears his throat and adjust is tricorne hat again. "No disrespect, Borak, but you could walk up to a group with long guns that could shoot you dead before you got within calling distance of them."

As for maps, you can just use Google Drawings to make a very basic map to share with us. It doesn't have to be pretty, just lay out the basic layout of the place.

I'm confused; are these the same ruffians we encountered before? I thought this was a new group? I ask because of Lord Borak's "you've seen us before" line.

Thresu points out the nearby hill. "Think we should remove ourselves to that point to get a better view of the surroundings and gauge what we are up against?"

GM, I know you are out, but even a crude map of what we are looking at would be very helpful for developing a plan.

Is there a place where we (or one of us) could observe the village to gauge what we are going up against, i.e. how many warriors/commoners/children, any patrols, how are they armed, etc?

Thresu nods to Borak. "Yeah, there's no reason we need to stay here and be consumed by this thing."

He backs up and tries to fire a few more slugs into the corpse when his second gun jams. "Dammit!"

Gun attack: 1d10 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3, Wild Die: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5, Wild Die Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 3, so 5+3 = 8 to hit.
Gun attack damaage+1d6 for Ace: 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3, 5) + (6) = 14

Oops, I forgot about the +2. Damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 2) + 2 = 6 Hmm, I'll be lucky to get through its toughness.

Just to clarify, the off-hand gun is jammed but I won't know until I fire again?

Pulling the Joker also means that the party gets 1 Benny, correct?

His eyes widening in terror, Thresu backpedals from the corpse and what it has disgorged. He pulls his other gun and blindly begins firing into the dead body, but all of his shots go wide. (Move action back and draw second weapon, attack with both weapons: Gun1: 1d10 ⇒ 2, Gun1 Wile Die: 1d6 ⇒ 2, Gun2: 1d10 ⇒ 1, Gun2 Wild Die: 1d6 ⇒ 1; awesome, that would be one miss and one Critical Failure.)

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Fear Test: 1d4 - 3 ⇒ (2) - 3 = -1, Wild Die: 1d6 - 3 ⇒ (4) - 3 = 1
Fear Table: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Thresu is "Vulnerable" until the next round.

The supernatural dread hanging in the air shakes Thresu to the bones and he instinctively crosses himself and draws his right pistol. He checks that there is a round in the chamber and looks around nervously for a target.

He jumps back several feet when Borak discharges his firearm and curses him loudly.

"Stop it, g#* d&!mit! Everyone will know we're here for miles around."

Thresu shrugs again and stands up to walk over to Estelle. He looks her up and down to see if she actually looks like she needs the company. He then turns back to Borak and notes: "I'll come along, but I don't think she needs the company. She seems just fine on her own."

Thresu is about to volunteer to join Borak, but when he is not called, he shrugs and takes a seat on a nearby rock. He pulls down the brim of his tricorner hat to shade his face, but still keep on eye on what the people in the front are up to.

Thresu motions for Lord Borak to remain hidden, although he is beginning to realize that this might be a futile effort.

"Flank?" he loudly whispers. "Who should do the frontal attack and who should do the flanking?"

Thresu will accept Nian's bullets if they are the correct caliber for any of the group's guns and pistols.

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Seeing the figure, Thresu drops to the ground and shields his eyes with his tri-corner hat to see if he can discern anything unusual about it. He motions for the others to follow his lead.

Notice: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Wild Die: 1d6 ⇒ 2
:(

Thresu thanks the man for the additional information and directions and then leans over the bar.

"Say, you wouldn't have a long gun you can lend me, Mr. Nian? I've got these pistols," he says briefly lifting up his coat to show them to the innkeeper, "but they aren't much good at long distance shooting."

Thresu agrees to the conditions Nian presents and then finds a safe corner to bed down in for the night.

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In the morning he wakes early and thanks Nian for the canned goods before talking to the innkeep to see if he can get any more detailed directions than "head east to the hills" and can learn anything more specific about these mutates.

"So why you want these mutates dead? They attacked you? They attack others? What kind of shenanigans do they get up to?"

Thresu shrugs and looks at the others. "Well, that makes, Nian. So how big of a stash is this? Enough to feed all of us for a week? Two weeks? A month?"

He must think I'm an idiot, if he doesn't think I'm going to bargain with him.

Oops. Since it was in quotes I thought he was talking.

Thresu regards Nian suspiciously and tips back his hat.

He must think we're a bunch of chumps that will run off and do his dirty work for him without any proof that he can pay.

"How do we know that you can pay us? You say you know where the stash is, but can you prove it? A few trail rations is a nice start, but it's far from proof."

Thresu grabs the pistols and any ammo that remain.

Thresu nods at Gavin's suggestion. "I am also low on food and would be happy to perform service to the town ... within reason, of course."

Thresu shrugs and pulls himself out of his seat and turns to his card game partners. "Looks like we'll have to put this game on hold, gents. Be right back."

He stands, revealing his one mechanical leg, and addresses everyone in the bar. "I'm not going to catch up with any of them on my own, but if someone wants me to tag along, I'm happy to help out in any way I can."

I'll take the pistol if nobody else wants it, although I didn't really participate here.

Thresu moves his hands close to his guns but also waits for the thugs' reactions.

On hold.

Thresu continues sitting at his table with Flying Eagle, but casually unbuckles the straps on his holsters as he watches what is going on. He has not particular allegiance to anyone in this bar, but at the same time hates the sight of blood being spilled ... by morons.

Stealth to hide his actions: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Wild die: 1d6 ⇒ 2

RL cards is how the other SW games I am play

Just make sure you keep the two jokers in the deck! ;)

I'd be fine if you did initiative in RL with cards or on the Discord chat dice rolling app, and then just tell us the results. Saves you a bit of coding.

Yeah, since we're in combat, we should be going into initiative.

Do we know anything about these new guys and Warmonger?

Common Knowledge: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Wild die: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Well, I sure as hell don't.

Sorry for my delay in posting. Been sick in bed with the flu this week :(

Thresu looks to Flying Eagle. "Nope, the dealer said this was a friendly game, so no betting. Just something to pass the time until whatever is God-forsaken thing that is falling from the sky abates."

The slender man then turns back to Gavin. "Never heard of Rickety Kate, but I'm willing to try if you're willing to teach."

Thresu shrugs and grabs his drink to sidle over next to Gavin, pushing along his backpack with his feet to keep it with him.

"So what are we playing?"

Thresu looks over to Gavin and his deck of cards.

"Friendly game? Like Go Fish?"

It is rather unclear whether Thresu is making fun of Gavin or completely sincere.

"I'll have whatever he's having," Thresu intones in a monotone voice pointing at Gavin and placing a small-caliber bullet on the bar. He pulls off a well-weathered backpack and places it at his feet.

He appears as a human male approaching middle age wearing a tricorn hat and a long leather overcoat. Judging from the bulges of his coat, you guess that he's packing some heat in two hip holsters, although not a particularly large caliber. His left leg is missing from the knee down and has been replaced with a scarred and pockmarked mechanical prosthesis.

"Thresu is the name. Just passing through. Don't want no trouble."