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2019 has come down on me like a hammer, and I don't have the free time I had in the past. So sadly I'm dropping most of the games I"m playing in to concentrate on those I'm running. Thanks for accepting me into your game and I hope it continues to be fun for those still playing.
Sorry to hear this Nav, I enjoyed your role playing. Hoping things pick up for you.
Sorry to hear that. Best wishes to you and your family.
Tomas is busy wrestling with a stubborn piece of scrap, trying to avoid it landing on his foot. He doesn't notice anything else.
Tomas groaned quietly. Here we go again.
Tomas takes the offered clip, he makes sure his gun is cleaned and reloaded. Storing it away out of sight when done. When they reach the village he sighs. "Nothing is ever easy is it?"
Tomas has been quiet, lost in thought as the group reached yet another settlement. He nods to the newcomer and listens to Captain Ulz with an impassive face, masking his contempt for yet another leader doing nothing but talk and shovel his problems onto the party. "Nav's right. The bigger the wagon the more scrap we can get back here. No ammo and the scrap won't make it." Left unsaid is his thought. "Leaving you caught with your pants down due to your piss poor planning oh great Warrior!"
Even if'n you don't like guns it might pay to have one in reserve?" Tomas suggests. "Might be something you need to kill that only a bullet can deal to." Tomas is looking around, he should be relaxed now the group are out of the tunnels, but the open wastes are just as dangerous. Spotting the traveler Tomas raises an open hand in a peaceful greeting as they draw near.
Tomas puts his well honed scavenging instincts to work.
Tomas will take the Ruger service-six to repair.
Tomas skitters back in fright, pointing his gun at the Sandman's belly and firing. "Get the hell away from me ratface!"
"Bastard!" Tomas howls in rage as Xoknus falls. Seeing Rose cut the Chief down like a dog he switches to Sandman3.
His anger making his shot go wide.
This looks nasty Tomas thinks, drawing his Desert eagle and aiming at the Chief.
Tomas looks over the Swiss army knife with a lot of admiration. "Handy that. I wonder where Swiss is?"
Swallowing his nausea Tomas joins in the search for anything salvageable.
"Glad those punks are all dead now!"
Tomas blinks in confusion as it looks like his enemy jumped into the chasm? Remembering there are more he aims at the Sandman fighting Navarre.
"He can't have seen me fight if he was that scared of me?"
Once it's clear that the bridge is safe Tomas scuttles across.
Tomas scuttles back and shoots again.
The mysterious invisible girl that follows the party around shrieks loudly as a Sandman tries to harm Tomas. Taking a 5' step back Tomas tries to gut shoot the thing.
Shaking hands make that a poor shot.
Tomas doesn't even bother to groan as he sees the horde awaiting them.
Tomas is very slow off the mark and his shot is a poor one, he tries to stay behind the fighters.
Sorry for my lack of posting this week. I've been very sick and been doing little more than sleeping. Still feeling horrible but I will start getting into things again.
Tomas readies his crossbow and follows behind the more martial people.
Tomas is still here, he's just not the outdoors guy. :)
"Morning." Tomas mutters gloomily, the thought of traipsing through even more dangerous territory leaving him distinctly underwhelmed. He tucks the Juju potions in his pack automatically. "If ya don't have bullets, do ya have bolts or arrows?" He asks checking his quiver.
Tomas shrugs, still looking around with the eyes of a paranoid. "We've got the device, but lets examine it somewhere private. A lotta people want it and they ain't too nice in how they ask."
Waves hand in the air.
Tomas knows his mouth gets him into trouble, so keeps quiet and tries to look respectable while the more diplomatic members of the party handle the welcome.
Likewise Tomas held his shot, waiting to see if it was needed after Rose's deadly strike. "Glad he's on my side." He muttered.
"You're already tired and wounded dumbass! Piss off and get some rest." He suggests peevishly.
Tomas does his pitiful best to become one with the scenery.
"Stop making so much sense." Tomas grumbles without any seriousness. Really he only wanted a vehicle of some sort to play with.
Tomas grumbles after the rider is out of earshot. "Go here. Go there. Do this. Do that! Give us some damn transport if it's that vital you farts!"
"Bastard Wastelords!" Tomas spits on the ground. "Showed up looking for an artifact of the ancients that wasn't here. We went looking for it, an when we got back this was all that was left." He leaves a lot out of his tale, especially the fact that the party found this mysterious 'Artifact'.
Tomas notes his team mates vanishing, but lacks any skill at doing the same. So he walks out where to rider can see him and waits with his hands empty, but where the others can cover him.
Tomas looks around, but is more interested in the device.
Tomas looks it over carefully. "Sorry guys, it's way beyond me. All I can tell is it's meant to be plugged into something?"
"You feathered bastard, you're dinner!" Tomas curses as he misses again.
'Ok, I didn't screw that one up!' Tomas thinks, a bit more confidently.
And looses that confidence just as quickly.
'Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!' Is the sum of Tomas's thoughts on the situation. He scrambles to where he can shoot at the attacking birds.
Tomas is a lot more aware of just how dangerous the wastes are, 'Came outta freaken nowhere!' is his main thought.
Tomas - Smart hero 2.
Tomas pretends the high pitched scream was made by a mysterious passing girl, aiming carefully he shoots at the thing onhis turn.
With the lack of light making him nervous Tomas tries to sharpen his ears in the hopes of hearing trouble before it bites his butt.
Tomas shrugs and move along with the others. 'Hope someone knows what we're doing?' He thought to himself. 'Finding one lone Scav in the wastes ain't gonna be fun, even with the Flyboy on the job.'
Tomas has been listening and not speaking, at Navarre's suggestion he thinks it over. "Sounds like a plan. More of one then we got right now anyway." Unspoken was his great interest in examining this device.
Tomas has no great desire to be in the front line, he looks around for a position that will give him cover. Checking his pistol is ready but using his crossbow for now.
Blinking a bit at the unexpected flurry of abuse Tomas fires back without thinking. "Since we've just arrived it was more likely what she said to you when you were slobbering on top of her! She was most likely dreaming of having someone better then the local eunuch blaming her for his shrivelled, flacid dick!" He looks around to see if this is a common thing here, or part of a setup?
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